#and again every time we would hang out as a group she would be very physically affectionate to me more so than anyone else

[lahbarsaglini]

haven’t shot your heart yet

pairing: matt sturniolo x oc!youtuber

summary: in a world curated for the screen, matt and kylie stumble into something real. their first encounter was something passed off as chemistry for the cameras. but there’s this new feeling going on, quieter, deeper—an off-script connection in an online world that rarely pauses for breath. this is how everything started.

notes: first one, don't really now how writing or editing here works, but i swear i'm trying my best. this turn out to be bigger than what i expected. slow burn, getting to know each other type of thing. maybe i'll end up doing a series for this plot, don't know. oh, idk how big the pictures turn out to be. i'm nervous af.

wc: 2.7k maybe?

It wasn’t supposed to be a date. Not officially, at least. 

Kylie Rose had 3.5 million subscribers on her channel now, more than when they first met. 

She was finally back in Boston after a weekend at her hometown. She had this quick modeling job with AllSaints that required her attention, a shoot drenched in dark layers and sharp eyeliner — her kind of thing.

He saw her Instagram Story, a blurry shot of the Boston skyline at dusk with the caption: “back in the city. hi again”. That was enough. He paused on it longer than he should have. 

Matt didn’t rush. He didn’t double-tap. He just thought — about how funny she was when they met each other on Cut The Camera, how sharp and honest she’d been in her answers, and how she never once tried to impress anyone. She just was. So he DMed her. 

“saw you’re in Boston. we can hang out if you have time, just us.”

That was something he almost regretted texting. No “me and my brothers”. Just us. No group thing. He second-guessed because maybe she wouldn’t be down to. But he just shook it off and tried not to think too much about it, occupying his mind with something else. 

See, tried is the key word. Because something shifted when they met.

When Kylie walked into the studio for the episode, Matt felt it in his chest first, a weird mix of calm and chaos. She had this quiet confidence. Like she knew herself and didn’t need anyone else to verify that. 

During filming, she’d answered a question about vulnerability, saying: “I’m not afraid to be real. If you’ve seen what I’ve been through, you’d know that pretending is way more exhausting.” 

Matt looked at her then — really looked. Not the public figure, not the curated YouTuber. Just her. 

It stuck with him. He noticed the way she would play with a specific ring on her finger, turning it around every now and then. Combined with the look on her face, it seemed like she was getting ready to fight someone. But if you blinked, maybe it was just a grounding technique. He noticed how she didn’t put her loose strands of hair behind her ear in a discreet way, but instead, switched her posture while placing the entirety of her hand on top of her head, fingers going in between her roots, pushing her hair out of the way and sliding it down. Like an effortless bold statement. 

After the podcast ended, he and his brothers went home talking about how easy she was to talk to, even when the subjects were not. He took a very quick minute to visualize her in front of his eyes when the traffic stopped because of a red light. 

It wasn’t about attraction alone — although, yeah, she was gorgeous. He didn’t really believe in love at first sight.

It was interest. Curiosity. That pull toward someone who feels like a mirror you didn’t know existed. 

So when he saw she was in Boston, 7 months later, he didn’t want to lose the chance. He’d been so busy in LA, going back home was a relief. And she was there as well. He wanted to meet her off-camera. Without edits. Without Nick and Chris. Just them. He felt like there was more to know.

Kylie accepted Matt’s invitation for one simple reason: she wanted to. No overthinking, no asking for anyone’s permission. No making a pro/con list like she normally would. When she saw the message, she read it twice, and then smiled. Because even though their first interaction on Cut The Camera was short, it stayed with her. 

Matt had really listened to her. He didn’t interrupt, he didn’t talk over her. Not that Chris or Nick had been disrespectful, but Matt really made space for her voice. 

Of course she caught the way he glanced at her sometimes, or whenever she said something gallant — not judgemental, not surprised, just… Intrigued. And his laugh? It wasn’t loud, it was real, honest. 

On the other hand, Kylie’s life was loud. Cameras, opinions, clickbait. 

But Matt? Matt was quiet intention. 

He wasn’t asking for a post or a collab. He wasn’t looking for clout. He just wanted to see her. That was kinda rare. Plus, she’d caught herself wondering what he was like without the other two, no triplet dynamic or shared punchlines. Just Matt. So when he reached out, her answer came naturally: 

“i’m down. you better like milkshakes.”

And that was it. She didn’t know what it would be, didn’t even expect anything big. She would go for a milkshake and hang out with someone she knew because of work. For her, it was about letting herself say yes without armor. 

And maybe — just maybe — because she wanted to know him too. 

“i can pick you up, if you want. i just thought i’d offer”. 

Kylie stared at it, amused. She could easily drive. I mean, she had her car with her right there, parked outside her place. It was really no problem. But something about the offer made her pause. 

It’s old school. Gentle. Hinting that he actually wants to spend time with her, not just meet up. So she typed back:

“bold of you to assume i trust anyone’s driving but my own 😎

but okay, come pick me up

let’s risk it.”

He showed up ten minutes early. 

Not that he told her that, of course. He waited outside, leaning against his car trying not to look like his mind had been pacing inside the vehicle. He stared at the floor, holding back a smile because of the situation back at his parents place.

“Why does Matt look like he's walking into a GQ shoot when we’re just ordering fucking pizza?” Nick even dropped down his phone when he saw his brother. “I’m going out for a bit,” he replied, grabbing the car keys.

When Kylie walked out in a dark denim jacket, boots, and her pretty dark hair pulled into a ponytail, he goes:

"Wow, you look like you're about to kill someone," he'd meant it as a compliment.

Her response, however, was pure Kylie—quick and witty. “Really? I haven’t shot your heart just yet.”

Matt's breath hitched, just for a second. Kylie's retort, delivered with that effortless, bold grin, landed oh, so precisely. He tried to play it cool, a casual shrug, a slight tilt of his head. But inside, a small, involuntary part of him was doing a backflip. 

He remembered her playing around with Nick, tossing out a pick-up line during the podcast. It had been funny then, a casual, performative flirtation. But this? This felt different. More direct. More... pointedly at him.

Matt forced a light laugh, trying to keep his composure. "Well, let's hope my heart survives this then," he quipped back, hoping his voice didn't betray the sudden flutter in his chest. He shoved his hands into his pockets, a subtle movement to ground himself. He told himself it was just Kylie being Kylie, just her natural charisma. But as she walked closer, the scent of something alluring, like vanilla, maybe something floral reaching him, he found himself thinking about that "just us" text again. And suddenly, the idea of hanging out with her felt a lot more significant than he'd anticipated.

Matt’s car pulled away from her street, the hum of the engine a low counterpoint to the quiet anticipation between them. "How was the photoshoot, by the way? I saw the behind the scenes that you posted yesterday" he asked, glancing at her. "AllSaints, right? Sounds intense."

Kylie leaned back, her hand resting on the window sill. "Yeah, it was... my kind of intense," she chuckled. "Very moody, you know? Felt less like modeling and more like acting out a vibe. The creative director was cool. We shot mostly around Beacon Hill and a few old brick alleys. Felt very 'Kylie Rose' before I even showed up." She paused, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's funny, sometimes I think I accidentally built a brand that just fits me, instead of the other way around."

Matt nodded, his eyes on the road. "I get that. Sometimes it feels like the content just... becomes who you are." He made a turn, heading towards the narrow, bustling streets of the North End. "Speaking of brands, I scouted a place. Hope it's moody enough for you."

They found a parking spot a few blocks away and walked, the afternoon air carrying the scent of Italian pastries and old brick. The café was called Thinking Cup on Hanover Street, precisely the kind of place Kylie imagined. Vintage wooden chairs and small, mismatched tables were bathed in the warm glow of Edison bulbs, while soft, jazzy lo-fi music drifted from unseen speakers. It was cozy, unpretentious, and immediately inviting.

"Perfect," Kylie murmured, taking in the vibe.

They approached the counter, the menu board looming above them. Kylie scanned it, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Milkshake, please," she said, her voice clear. "Strawberry."

Matt blinked. He'd half-expected her to go for something complex and dark, like a double chocolate mocha or a salted caramel concoction – something that matched the depth of her online persona. But strawberry milkshake? It was simple, sweet, almost... innocent. He found himself smiling.

"You know," she commented, turning to him after placing her order, "Do people even drink coffee anymore?"

"Only people trying to prove something," Matt deadpanned, and they both laughed, the sound easy and genuine in the low hum of the café. "I'll take a vanilla milkshake, please," he told the barista, leaning in slightly. "I don’t drink coffee.”

“You kidding,” she turns, her ponytail spinning around in a dramatic way. “I hate coffee.”

They grabbed their frosty glasses, condensation already beading on the sides, and found a small table by the window. The clinking of ceramic mugs and hushed conversations formed a comfortable backdrop. Kylie took a long sip of her vibrant pink drink, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. "This is exactly what I needed."

Matt watched her, the simple pleasure on her face a stark contrast to the complexities he often perceived in her videos. They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting the warmth of the café and the soft hum of conversation wrap around them like a blanket. Kylie leaned back in her chair, eyes scanning the view outside the window—graffiti-tagged walls, narrow alleyways, and weathered brick buildings soaked in late afternoon light while he asked her about how it was moving to Boston, her favorite places and all that jazz.

...grit,” she finished, swirling her straw lazily in her milkshake. “Like, it’s rough around the edges, but in a way that feels earned. Like a city with good stories.”

Matt nodded slowly, elbow resting on the table as he watched her. “That’s how you describe cities?” he asked, amused. “With character assessments?”

Kylie raised an eyebrow and leaned in slightly. “Would you rather I described it by square mileage and architectural stats?”

“No, I like your version better,” he admitted, chuckling. “Makes me wonder what you’d say about people.”

She paused, that familiar glint sparking behind her eyes again. “Well, you, for example,” she began, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass. “I think you’re like one of those old radios, you know? Quiet until someone tunes in just right. And when they do… there’s music. Unexpected, layered, kind of addictive. But not everyone takes the time to listen properly.”

Matt blinked, a little thrown off. “That’s… oddly poetic.”

“Poetic is my second language,” Kylie quipped with a small shrug, though there was something soft behind her tone, like she wasn’t just joking. She tilted her head. “What about me?”

He glanced down at his drink, swirling the melted rim with his straw as he considered. Then: “You’re like a fire alarm with lipstick on.”

Kylie snorted. “Wow.”

“Wait, hear me out,” he said, laughing along with her. “You’re bold. Sharp. You say what people don’t want to hear, even if it makes them flinch. But you’re also… deliberate. You know how you affect a room, and you don’t waste that.”

She looked at him for a moment longer than necessary. Not with amusement, but with intrigue. Maybe even appreciation. “Okay, that was good. I’ll allow it.”

They sat in a silence that wasn’t awkward, just full —the kind that held weight because both were thinking the same thing but neither wanted to break it too fast. Outside, people passed by the window, some rushing, some strolling. The city moved on without them, but neither of them seemed in any hurry to rejoin it.

“Hey,” Matt said suddenly, “can I ask something kinda random?”

“Always,” Kylie replied, sipping again.

“Do you ever just… wish you could shut it all off? Like, all of it. The comments, the posts, the numbers. Just go somewhere where no one knows your name?”

She leaned back, milkshake halfway to her lips. Her expression shifted. Not darker, but more grounded. Real.

“All the time,” she said quietly. “But then I remember... if no one knows my name, maybe I forget it too.”

Matt’s gaze didn’t leave her. “So what do you do instead?”

She gave a small, lopsided smile. “I try to find people who don’t care about the numbers. Who see me anyway. But try is exaggerating a bit. I don’t really chase people.”

Matt’s chest tightened just slightly. “I think that’s a pretty fair plan.”

Kylie looked down at her almost-empty glass and then back at him. “Good. ’Cause I think I just found one.”

Neither said anything after that. They didn’t have to. The milkshakes were almost gone. But the silence between them? Still sweet. Matt was the one who interrupted that break.

"So, what's next on the Boston agenda for you? Any more shoots, or are you free for a bit?" Matt asked, trying to sound casual, but hoping she was free.

Kylie smirked. "Nope, all done. Just chilling until tomorrow. Then I gotta start thinking about work again. Why, you got something in mind?"

Matt's smile widened. "Maybe. How about we just... drive?”

Kylie's eyes lit up. "Deal. But I'm DJ."

Minutes later, they were back in Matt's car, the windows cracked just enough to let the cool evening air flow in. 

Matt, a creature of habit when it came to his music, found himself surprised to hand over the aux cord without a second thought. Kylie, seizing the moment, queued up a mix that perfectly encapsulated her own eclectic taste: the raw energy of Arctic Monkeys flowed into the dreamy, lo-fi vibes of Hotel Ugly, before abruptly shifting to that one Doja Cat remix she remembered and swore "goes stupid in the car”.

He stole a few looks at her as she sang along, completely unfiltered. Her voice was pretty and free. She wasn't trying to impress him; she was just being. He liked that. More than liked it, he felt a pull towards that unapologetic authenticity.

The city lights eventually thinned, giving way to quieter, tree-lined streets. Matt navigated instinctively, pulling into what looked like a hidden entrance to a local park, like the kind only residents knew about, almost empty at this hour. The dusk was deepening into twilight, casting long, soft shadows across the open spaces. She read “Danehy Park”.

Kylie hopped out first, her boots hitting the gravel with a soft crunch.

"We're walking?" he asked, a hint of playful disbelief in his voice. He didn’t think she would like nature. 

"We're existing," she corrected, already moving towards a path that wound into the trees. "Just come on."

They walked, not rushing, just letting the conversation flow. The topics drifted far beyond the usual first-date pleasantries. They talked about childhood memories, the raw, unedited moments that shaped them. They spoke about what truly scared them, the anxieties and quiet fears that YouTube rarely saw. They even touched on who they were before the cameras, before the subscriber counts and the public gaze.

Matt found himself telling her about his favorite place to think, where the world felt vast and his problems small. Kylie, in turn, shared a more tender, poignant memory: the exact day she realized her childhood ended too early, a quiet admission that hung in the air, heavy with unspoken understanding. Matt didn't pry; he just listened, truly listened, the same way he did on the podcast.

Then, tucked away amidst some older trees, they stumbled upon it: a small, forgotten playground. Swings hung still, slides gleamed faintly in the dim light, and a merry-go-round sat patiently.

Kylie's eyes lit up, a spark of childlike mischief igniting within her. "Race you to the swings?" she challenged, already taking a step back, ready to sprint.

Matt laughed, a genuine, unrestrained sound. "That's not fair. You're in boots!"

"Exactly," she shot back, already halfway to a running start. "I'll still win."

And she did.

While he pushed himself on the swing, Kylie sat sideways so that she could see him. 

“Come on, Matt! You can do better than that, go higher!”

Matt laughed, a genuine, unburdened sound. She went behind him to give him a push and then stood in front of him from a safe distance. Looking at her, a profound sense of ease settled in. "You're something, you know that?" he said, the words coming out unbidden.

Kylie's smile softened, turning reflective. "Only when I let myself be," she replied, her gaze meeting him across the now small distance between his swing and her. "It's… quieter here. With you."

"Yeah," Matt agreed, the word barely a whisper. "It is." He felt it too. A rare peace, a sense of belonging that was both unexpected and deeply comforting. It wasn't about the cameras. In the quiet of the park, under the fading light, it was just them. The air between them hummed with an unspoken understanding, a gentle current of connection.

Eventually, Kylie’s laughter died down, replaced by a soft sigh. "Okay, Cinderella, playtime's over," she said, her voice tinged with a familiar, reluctant resignation. "I really should head back home."

Matt's heart sank a little at the mention of her leaving, but he nodded. "Right, reality calls."

They walked towards the edge of the playground, the silence comfortable between them. Just as they were about to leave, Kylie spotted the slide. With a sudden burst of energy, she climbed the short steps. "Wait, one more for the road," she announced, and instead of sliding down forward, she sat, faced the sky, and pushed off to slide backwards.

"Kylie, don't—" Matt started, but it was too late. Her boots caught on the edge, and she wobbled precariously as she reached the bottom. With a small yelp, she almost toppled over. In an instant, Matt was there. His hand shot out, catching her arm just as she lost her balance at the end of the freaking slide. 

“Are you good?” he asked, kinda preoccupied, but she was too busy laughing her ass off to answer the question. Her head was thrown back, a bright, uninhibited sound bubbling out of her that echoed through the quiet park. He couldn't help but crack a smile, then a full-blown laugh himself, caught by the sheer absurdity and her contagious joy.

"I'm okay, it’s okay!" she finally gasped between giggles, pushing herself upright with his help. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, sparkling with mirth, met his. She straightened her denim jacket, adjusting her hair.

“Really? I just had to save you from yourself,” Matt retorted, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he released her arm.

Kylie rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Thanks, hero. My pride is slightly bruised.”

They ambled back to his car, the previous comfortable silence now replaced by a lighter, more animated hum. The near-tumble on the slide, instead of being an awkward moment, had simply become another shared laugh, solidifying the easy camaraderie that had blossomed between them.

Once they were settled back in the car, the engine a soft purr, Matt took control of the music. "Alright, since you nearly broke your neck on my watch, I'm taking back DJ duties for moral support," he announced, scrolling through his phone.

Kylie scoffed playfully. "Fine, but if it's country, I'm calling an Uber."

He grinned, selecting a Mac Miller track, its “chill but cool” beats filling the space. "Relax, I know your vibe. We're going with something that screams 'I just narrowly avoided a playground injury, but I'm still cool enough.'"

The drive back to her apartment was easy. The earlier, deeper discussions about fears and childhoods had laid a powerful foundation, but now, it was simply the joy of sharing a quiet moment, of existing together without pressure. The city lights began to brighten again as they approached her neighborhood, and the unspoken realization that their time together was nearing its end hung gently in the air.

The mellow notes faded as Matt pulled up to the curb outside Kylie’s place. The city, though still awake, felt hushed, as if in deference to the quiet understanding that had grown between them. He cut the engine, and the sudden silence in the car felt both profound and entirely comfortable.

Neither of them made an immediate move to get out. The vibe between them was thick with a new, unspoken awareness, a delicate tension that was both exhilarating and just a little bit daunting. It wasn't the kind of tension that needed breaking, but one that promised something more.

Finally, Kylie unbuckled her seatbelt. "Well, this was... not what I expected," she said, a small smile playing on her lips as she turned to face him. "But in the best way." She paused, her gaze steady. "It was actually really nice to see you without your brothers, I wasn't expecting that."

Matt's smile softened, a genuine warmth spreading across his face. "Good unexpected, I hope?"

"The best kind," she confirmed, her eyes twinkling. She opened the car door, but didn't immediately step out. Instead, she paused, a genuine softness in her expression. "Thanks for not being weird," she offered, the words sincere.

Matt chuckled, a warm sound in the cool night. "Thanks for not being… Hollywood," he replied, a playful jab at the work community they were used to.

They shared a smile, a silent acknowledgment of the authenticity they'd found in each other, away from the glare of cameras and expectations. It was a shared secret, a small victory in a world that often felt performative.

"Next time," Matt said, his voice a low rumble, the words holding a weight that transcended a casual suggestion. "You're picking me up. I see your car."

Kylie's smile widened into a full grin, a flash of her inherent confidence returning. "Bet," she nodded, her eyes bright with a challenge he was more than willing to accept. "But I’m still picking the music."

He didn’t mind one bit.

tagging: @sturns-mermaid @a103-chris-mm @zenithsturniolo @cayleeuhithinknott

[eden031]

Hi there, handsome

Pairing: Michael „Robby“ Robinavitch x resident!female!reader

Warnings: age gap (unspecified), vomiting, drinking, bad flirting, Angst, hopeful ending, emotionally constipated Robby, reader might be a bit dramatic, Jack Abbot doing Gods work to win a bet, medical inaccuracies

Words: 4.1 k

Summary: After a night out drinking ends in the ER she flirts with her attending, later being left to face the consequences.

A/N: Okayy, so this was just something that came to mind and I think the ending is a bit rushed, but it kind of felt right to end it like this. Also Robby might be a bit ooc, I am still trying to get a feeling on how to write him since this was the first Robby one shot I have written so far. Still hope you enjoy :)

It had all started with a very drunken accident in the middle of the night while clubbing with her friends. Slipping on someone's spilled drink and hitting her head, had not been on her bucket list for the evening, especially not ending up in the ER because of that. So drunk and still confused from the fall she had not even asked to which ER they were going when her friends had dragged her to one.

Her heels had been discarded on the ground now, laying on the bed staring at the oddly familiar curtain patterns as she waited for someone to come and check her out, her friend, Mary, the good samaritan of their group who didn‘t drink sat beside her.

„Where are we?“ she could hear the slur in her voice as she looked around, the fluorescent lights hurting her eyes, closing them again she tried to focus on taking deep breaths, the nausea only getting worse the more time passed.

„In the ER…“ Mary‘s voice was concerned. A groan left her lips as she heard that answer.

„I knowww,“ the whine coming out without her wanting to made her giggle slightly, „But where?“ she repeated her question, not knowing how to phrase it differently at the moment, her mind fogged up from the alcohol.

„PTMC,“ Mary sounded mildly relieved as she answered the question. A loud goran left her lips as she heard that. Definitely not where she wanted to be.

„I am leaving,“ she muttered, trying to get up from the bed she felt dizzy again, everything beginning to spin before she even got her feet to the tiled floor. They should have taken her to any other hospital in Pittsburgh, they could have done that, but no they had to take her to the one she worked at.

„No, you are not going anywhere!“ Mary‘s voice was firm as she grabbed her arm, stopping her from getting up. Gently pushing her back onto the bed.

„I fucking hope that Abbot recovered from that damn norovirus he caught,“ she muttered, knowing exactly who would step in for him tonight if he hadn‘t. Mary sighed heavily, she glanced over at her friend, who now had her hand in her hair.

„And even if he hasn‘t you are not going anywhere,“ her voice was still firm and she knew she would get a scolding from her the moment she sobered up. A groan escaped her lips as the curtain was pulled back and in stepped the person she wanted to see the least at the moment, Dr. Robby, of course with a nurse in tow. As he stepped to the bed she just stared at him, he looked even more handsome now than during the day for some reason. His hair all mussed, the beard still neatly trimmed, his blue jacket he wore over the scrubs hanging completely open now. He looked at her with these big brown eyes of his that made her melt every time she looked at him.

„Hi there, handsome,“ it left her lips before she even thought about it and thanks to the alcohol there was little embarrassment. Though the look on his face was priceless, eyes going wide and lips slightly parted.

„Well hello, I thought tomorrow was your day off, mind telling me what you are doing here?“ a smile on his lips as he sat down in front of her, putting nitrile gloves on.

„Slipped, fell, hit my head and this one,“ she pointed at Mary, „Wouldn‘t take no for an answer when she asked if needed to go to the ER,“ she was still slurring her words and everything still spun, but the buzz from the alcohol gave her a confidence she knew would come to bite her in the ass once she was sober enough to realise what she had done.

„Alright, I assume you are dizzy?“ he asked as he took out a light pen from his pocket. „But do you have any nausea? Vomiting?“ she knew that she would hate to have to treat herself right now, because all symptoms could also come from the alcohol.

„Dizzy, nausea, no vomiting,“ she paused, her mind doing its best to fight the urge to throw herself into Robby’s arms. The queasy feeling in her stomach slowly getting worse, „At least not yet,“ she hummed, the nurse handed her a bag and she thanked her quietly.

„Look up for a moment please,“ looking up she saw that Dr. Robby had taken out a light pen, turning it on to shine it in her eyes. The bright light from the light pen shining directly in her eyes was the last straw and she vomited into the bag. Most of it was the liquid from all the drinks she had had. Quickly the nurse exchanged the bags as she finished throwing up.

„Okay, so your pupils are both equal and reactive,“ he spoke gently, looking at him she could see the concern in his eyes.

„You know your eyes are so pretty, right?“ She was leaning forward now, trying to get an even better look at them, an open mouthed smile on her face. Dr. Robby looked away, though she could see his ears going red.

„Awww!“ she sighed. He sighed and pushed his chair backwards a bit, the concern still evident on his face.

„How much did you have to drink?“ he asked, his voice careful. She saw him glancing over at Mary who had opened her phone at the question.

„Don‘t know, too much I guess?“ she shrugged and giggled slightly. Yeah, this was definitely coming to bite her in the ass, but seeing Dr. Robby so flustered and concerned only seemed to fuel her dazed mind.

„Twelve shots, three long drinks, one of which was given to her by a stranger, five cocktails, two of them bought for her by strangers, and two bottles of beer.“ Mary rattled off. A groan escaped her lips as she remembered that Mary always made sure to keep track of what everyone was drinking during the night.

„Jesus,“ Dr. Robby muttered, shaking his head, „I think we should give you some IV fluids and I would also like to test for any kinds of narcotics, just in case and get a blood alcohol,“ he paused, „And you will get a head CT once you are a bit more sober,“

„You know I don‘t take drugs,“ she huffed, shaking her head, nausea coming back and she threw up in the bag again, this time it was a lot more and as she was finished it was more of a retching and heaving coming from her as the bag was taken from her, another one placed in her hands.

„I know, but I want to make sure no one spiked your drinks,“ His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke. Glancing up at him she saw that he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, the concern now edged into his features even deeper. He took out his glasses and moved over to the computer, as he hunched over slightly her eyes wandered down his form, stopping at his ass, letting out a hum of appreciation she closed her eyes again, the headache getting a bit better while she did that. A sudden wave of tiredness washed over her and the only thing she wanted to do was to sleep, well of course before that she had to dig herself deeper into the hole.

„You know those glasses make you look like a hot professor, right? And your caring side is just boyfriend material, “ she muttered under her breath. She heard a shaky breath coming from someone in the room, though she was not sure if it was a laugh or something else.

Slowly she began to drift off, hearing the murmured voice of Robby talking to someone, probably Mary.

They indeed did a head CT when she was more sober and found that there was nothing going on in her head, it was just a mild concussion. No one had spiked her drink and her blood alcohol was also okay, nothing to worry about. Luckily that meant she was discharged in the morning before the people from day shift could arrive and she was even more lucky that Dr. Ellis had gotten everything ready for her discharge. She had indeed been right, the moment she was more sober, the confidence gained by the buzz of the alcohol came back to bite her in the ass. Knowing that she would have to face Robby again the next day was not doing her any good, just hoping that he would just put it off as the alcohol talking.

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„Mornin‘, sweetheart!“ Dana smiled at her as she stopped by the nurses‘ station to put away her water bottle. Smiling at the charge nurse she placed it under the counter.

„Morning, Dana,“ she greeted back. Looking around to see who was also already there.

„Heard you came by for a visit!“ Dana‘s voice was teasing and the grin matching her tone soon grew on her face. A low groan escaped her as she rubbed her eyes with her thumb and pointer finger.

„Yeah,“ she muttered under her breath, knowing that the gossip mill was probably already going wild over her visit to the ER. This was exactly why she had not wanted to go to the ER that drunk, hell it wouldn‘t have mattered if it had been any other ER, but no Mary had to take her to the Pitt.

„I also heard you laid it on pretty thick with Robby,“ Dana cackled, she was the only person she had actively talked to about her crush on her attending. Dana had asked about it and she had been caught so off guard when Dana asked that she had simply responded with the truth.

„Jesus, I was drunk,“ she muttered, shaking her head. She could feel the heat rising to her face, this was so humiliating.

„Yeah, you know what people say: things you say drunk are things you think while sober, so,“ Dana shrugged, the smile on her face growing.

„You are horrible, you know that?“ she muttered as she looked at the board to get an idea of what she was supposed to expect for the next few hours. A barking laugh came from Dana.

„But you love me for it!“ the blonde woman grinned even brighter now. A sigh escaped her as she looked around, leaning in closer.

„Now, in all seriousness, who knows?“ she asked carefully as she looked over her shoulder, trying to see if anyone was looking her way.

„Oh, everyone,“ Dana laughed. She could feel her face fall, it felt like a brick suddenly appeared in her stomach.

„Are you serious?“ she asked, not sure if Dana was joking or if she was being serious.

„Yes, talk of the town,“ Dana nodded, like it was the most normal thing that this was now just public knowledge. Burying her face in her hands she could feel hot tears beginning to form in her eyes, she knew that it was her fault, but the embarrassment burned so hard in her throat that it was even worse than anything else.

„Okay,“ she sniffled slightly, pressing the heels of her palm into her eyes for a moment then stood up straight. Taking a deep breath she squared her shoulders, wrapped her hands around the stethoscope and took another long, deep breath. Hoping that maybe her co-workers might keep their newly gained knowledge to themselves.

The first person to mention it to her was Collins, she had told her that dating someone like Robby was not easy. At that she had simply looked at her and told her that she had no intention of dating Robby, Collins had, in her subtle fashion, called her out for her bullshit.

The next person that mentioned it was Samira, who had told her that she agreed with her on the thing with his eyes, that they really were pretty. Then Samira told her that she thought Robby and her would make a great couple, that had stung.

Then it all just started to jumble together, hell even the interns and med students had gotten wind of it and were now talking about it. Luckily the only one out of that group that had the guts to mention it to her directly was Santos and she had simply told her that it would probably be funny to see it happen.

By lunch she sat in front of one of the computers, feeling like she just wanted to sink into the ground. The thing that made it worse was that Robby was avoiding her and not doing a good job at being subtle about it.

„Hey, you doing okay?“ the voice of Cassie came from right beside her. Looking up from the monitor she saw the other resident leaning against the desk, she had been the only one decent enough to just let her be, until now.

„Not really,“ she sighed, „You think it is too late to transfer to another hospital?“ she asked, glancing at her friend who gave her one of those looks that said more than a thousand words.

„You are joking, right?“ Cassie asked, a startled smile on her lips, head tilted to the side.

„No,“ she shook her head, trying to keep herself from freaking out even more. Cassie gave her a sad smile, a smile that told her that Cassie didn‘t believe that she would go through with it.

„It will fade away, it‘s just the newest, hottest gossip about our attending and his favourite resident, but it will fade.“ she spoke softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. That stung, she had been his favorite, everyone knew as much, it had been a lot of hard work, especially with people like Langdon and Collins running around as well, but she had gotten him to like her more than the others. They had been having a great time, working like a well oiled, freshly overhauled machine.

„He won‘t even look at me, Cas,“ that was probably what hurt her the most, not the gossip, not the nosiness of her colleagues, no the fact that Robby wouldn‘t even look at her even when they had to be in the same room because she was working a trauma. He barely addressed her, never looked at her and that stung even worse than the pain from the fall that had gotten her in this dilemma.

„That will pass, I think he might just want to let the whole situation calm down a little before talking to you about it,“ her friend sounded a lot more desperate now, the expression on Cassie's face probably just as hurt as she felt right now.

„I don‘t think so,“ she shook her head, „I fucked up big time.“ she sighed, closing the chart and getting up from her seat.

Slowly she started heading towards the bathroom, Cassie was still following her. Walking faster to catch up to her.

„But at least wait a little before putting in a request for a new residency match,“ Cassie walked beside her, „Maybe at the end of the week things will be back to normal.“

She nodded, „Fine, but only if you let me pee in peace,“ she muttered as she stepped into the bathroom, Cassie stopping in front of the door.

—————-

She had honoured what she had told Cassie, she let the week pass before looking at other possibilities in Pittsburgh or around it to finish her residency. The gossip about this whole situation had died down a little, people were still talking about it from time to time, but most of them left her alone regarding that topic. Everyone treated her normally, except for Robby, which had prompted this situation, her sitting at one of the computers, looking for a different residency program in which she could transfer without having to start from the beginning again.

„What are you doing?“ The voice was filled with confusion and the tone disapproving, it was Abbot, great. He was not the person she wanted to talk to right now. The entire time this was going down she had seen him argue with Robby from time to time and she was not sure if it was because Robby was already pissed or if Abbot was doing something to piss Robby off.

„What does it look like? I am looking for a new residency program,“ she muttered, hearing steps she glanced to the side, Abbot had moved to stand beside her, his arms crossed over his chest. The expression he wore was about as disapproving as the tone of his voice had been.

„And why?“ Again there was this disapproving tone, but she could hear something else behind it, there was worry wrapped in it. His eyes were fixed on her and she could see that he was trying to look her in the eyes. She knew that if she looked Abbot in the eyes she would probably fold, telling him that it was a stupid whim.

„Robby isn‘t talking to me, so I will leave,“ she spoke calmly as she continued to stare at the screen.

„You are overreacting,“ his tone was so dry and matter of factly that she let out a snort. „Do you always leave when things get hard?“ with that he reached over and turned off the computer. A gasp escaped her as she turned to look at him now fully, anger beginning to bubble up in her stomach.

„No!“ she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to avoid his intense gaze. „Robby isn‘t talking to me, doesn‘t look at me, do you want me to continue working at a hospital, in a setting in which the boss of said setting doesn‘t even acknowledge me anymore?“ she tilted her head to the side, squinting at Abbot.

„First of all, that would be Robby‘s problem, wouldn‘t it? Second of all, he wants to talk to you,“ that made her snap out of the spiral she seemed to have been stuck in for the past week.

„He does?“ she was sceptical, of course she was. He had not even seemed remotely interested in talking to her for the past few days, but then again Robby was not the kind of person that was good at having conversations where you had to be vulnerable one way or the other.

„Yes,“ Abbot nodded, „He is on the roof right now, if you think that maybe now is a good time to tell him you are planning on leaving.“

She looked at Abbot for a moment, he was one of the people that knew Robby the best. For a long moment she was not sure what to make of this, of Abbot telling her about this. If Robby wanted to talk to her she would not be leaving, if they could work through what had happened she would stay, no matter the outcome of it. So why was Abbot telling her to tell Robby she was leaving. Then it hit her like a brick.

Oh, oh.

Quickly she got up from her seat, Abbot having broken her out of the spiral. She knew that even a rejection would be better than this silence, better than whatever this distance was that Robby was creating. Though as she got up she saw the expression on Abbot‘s face, an expression of satisfaction making her hope that a rejection would not be what was expecting her on this rooftop.

She practically bolted towards the elevator, rushing past Dana and Cassie, as she was in the elevator it felt like time was dragging on like an old piece of gum, finally the bing announced that she had reached the last floor, getting out she headed towards the staircase, practically running up the stairs she pushed open the door to the roof.

There he stood leaning against the railing. He didn‘t even turn around as the door slammed shut behind her.

„I told you to leave me alone, Jack.“ his voice was tight, like he was keeping himself from crying. She didn‘t say anything, simply walked up to the railing, stopping a few feet away from him.

„Jack, I fucking-,“ he turned around his face falling as he saw her. It looked like he was about to break down. „Oh,“ was the only thing that came from him.

„Sorry to disturb, I just thought that now would be as good as any time to tell you that I will be leaving the Pitt soon,“ she spoke softly, his face suddenly went from blank as a slate to sheet white and sad, there were no furrowed brows now quivering lips, but she could see it in his eyes, the way they were shimmering in the evening sun.

„Oh,“ he nodded, his expression shifted again, though he turned his head away, at which she laughed. She wasn‘t sure why it happened, but she started laughing, it wasn‘t just a quick chuckle, it was hysterical laughter. It took her a moment to collect herself again.

„I tell you that I am leaving and all you say is ‚oh‘? Seriously?“ Another laugh escaped from her, then she shook her head, „Well even Abbot is wrong sometimes, maybe you don’t want to talk to me afterall“ she sighed, she knew that it wasn‘t fair, that she was being manipulative, but she didn‘t care right now, turning on her heel she was about to walk away when a warm hand wrapped itself around her arm.

„No,“ his voice was barely there, a whisper almost drowned out by the sound of traffic below. She waited for a moment, he didn‘t speak again, he looked like he was weighing his options, like he was trying to figure out what to say.

„Listen, I know I fucked up, alright,“ she broke the silence, „If I made you uncomfortable I am sorry,“ she looked at him, his expression shifted again and he shook his head, a soft laugh left his lips. „But,“ she knew that maybe saying this was stupid, maybe it would make things worse than they were before, „I meant it, every single thing I said,“

That made him loosen his grip on her arm, she thought that he would now tell her to leave.

„I don‘t want you to leave,“ he sounded like it took everything in him to say it, like showing the fact that he cared was somehow worse than anything else. Maybe to him it was, she felt it in the air, the barriers they both had built over the years working together started to crumble to the ground. It was like someone had taken a sledgehammer and started hammering away.

„Then you should act like it,“ it wasn‘t fair, she knew it wasn‘t fair. He looked again like he was contemplating something, then suddenly and with a rapid move he pulled her closer to him and kissed her, like it was something he couldn‘t control. The kiss was soft, though there was a need behind it, the need to uncover something that had been hidden for too long.

„Again, I don‘t want you to leave,“ Robby spoke after he had pulled away. „I just-„ he paused, like he was trying to find the right words, „I didn‘t know how to handle that,“ he shook his head, „I thought maybe you had just said that-„

She pressed her finger against his lips, shaking her head, a small smile on her lips now.

„Hi there, handsome,“ she wasn‘t sure why she had said it again, but it brought a small smile to his lips, pulling away her hand he leaned his forehead against hers.

„I think we need to work on our communication skills,“ Robby muttered under his breath, a laugh escaped her. It was like something that had weighed them both down had now been lifted off her shoulders.

„I think you need to work on your communication skills, mine are excellent when I am drunk enough.“ she snorted. Robby huffed as he took her hand, gently squeezing it as they parted again.

“I was scared,” he paused, “After you said that, I felt like I needed to pull away.” He was about to open his mouth again, to say something.

“Don’t, not right now, let’s just enjoy this moment,” she hummed.

Maybe ten more minutes passed when a shiver ran through her from the cool wind blowing over the rooftop.

“Let’s go downstairs again,” Robby whispered as he led the way into the stairwell. Even as they stepped into the elevator she was still freezing. Without saying a word Robby took off the blue jacket, gently wrapping it around her. Once they arrived on the ground floor they stepped out of the elevator.

Glancing at the nurses’ station she heard silent groans and curses, seeing how money was handed around, most of which landed in the hands of Dr. Abbot who was smirking, obviously pleased with himself.

“You damn meddler,” she heard Dana mutter as she handed him the money.

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New Friend (Bob Reynolds x Reader)

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“C’mon, Bob, I think you would do well to meet someone,” Yelena says. The two are sitting on the couch as she pets her guinea pig. Bob sits criss cross applesauce besides her, his mulch brown hair getting in his eye. “I like hanging out with you, but sometimes we have to go fight and I think it would be nice for you to make another friend. Meet a girl, maybe.”

Bob nods. “Where do I meet people though?”

Yelena shrugs. “I don’t know. Grocery store. Group therapy.”

“Yes, Bob, you should make friend,” Alexei says, taking a gigantic sip of his coffee. It almost looks more like he’s chugging it. 

“That’s…that’s your fourth cup this morning,” Bob says. “I have to make a new one for everyone else.”

“It’s okay, Bob, I’ll get it,” Alexei brushes him off. “Just make double next morning.”

“I…is that even how that works?” Bob asks.

“I don’t know. I’ll buy you another coffee maker,” Yelena says. “Anyway, fair point. You should go out places, make some more friends. I’ll go with you! We can get ice cream after, okay?”

Bob nods. “Yeah, okay.” 

Yelena decides to take Bob out to sign up for a book club run at their local bookstore. “They are just starting a new book today, we’ll go and get the book and you read it and go back to talk about it, okay?” Yelena says. Bob nods and follows her. Yelena walks up to the lady at the front desk. “Hello, he would like to join your book talking club.”

“Okay,” the woman at the desk nods. “What’s your name, sir?”

“Bob,” Bob says with a smile. 

“Wonderful. Do you have a last name?” the woman asks. 

“Reynolds.”

The woman types on her computer. “And where is a good phone number for us to reach you?”

Bob turns to Yelena who says, “we got you a phone, Bob. You have to memorize the number soon.” She gives the woman the number, and she writes it down. 

“Fantastic. We’ve got you all set up. Would you like to purchase the book for this month’s first meeting?” The woman asks. 

Confused by her wording, Bob turns to Yelena, who is also confused, and turns to the woman. 

“We read a book every two weeks,” the woman explains. “So we meet biweekly.”

“Ah. Yes. We would like to buy the book,” Yelena says. 

The woman pulls out a copy from under her desk of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and scans the book. “$15.67 is your total,” she smiles. 

Bob pulls out his debit card and the woman charges the book to it. 

“Would you like a bag?” she asks. “I can either give you a plastic one, or you can become a rewards member and get this reusable one for free.” 

“Um…” Bob trails off. 

“Rewards member,” Yelena says. “No plastic. Save the turtles.”  

Bob nods and he gets himself signed up to become a rewards member. Yelena takes him back home at the next day, while the New Avengers are off working, Bob decides to sit down and start his new book. It’s two weeks before the meeting, so he has plenty of time to finish it. He’s done the dishes and mopped the floors, and he’d like to sit down now. So he begins his book.

Bob LOVES it. He’s completely consumed by it. He finishes the book in two days. Yelena says, “Well, when I said make a friend, I was not expecting it to be the book, but this is… I think a start.” 

Bob goes back to the bookstore with Alexei to get some more books. And he starts getting very excited about his book club meet. 

Finally, the day comes, and Bucky and Yelena drive him to the bookstore and drop him off. “What time does this end again?” Bucky asks. 

“Four, I told you already,” Yelena chastens Bucky. 

“Sorry,” Bucky replies. 

“You know, I think now, as you are getting older, some things aren’t working quite as they used to, maybe we should take you to the doctor and you get hearing checked…?” Yelena suggests.

“Very funny,” Bucky says. “Alright, Bob, we’ll be back at four, okay?”

Bob gives him a thumbs up and gets out of the car. 

“Have a good time! Meet people!” Yelena calls. 

“You think he’ll be okay?” Bucky asks. “He’s been kind of hurt a lot.”

“Oh, yes,” Yelena says. “This is good for him. Overcoming fears, y’know?”

Bob heads into the bookstore hopeful and he finds a circle of chairs in the back corner room. He sits down tentatively, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo on his lap. He holds onto it for support. There’s a few people already sitting, most of them holding their own copies of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, waiting for everyone to arrive to discuss the book. 

“Oh, hey, Tiffany, I haven’t seen you in a while,” a woman greets as she sits down in a chair. 

“Yeah! I’ve really missed these meetings, but I’ve been busier, what with the baby and all,” another woman, who Bob can only assume is Tiffany, replies. 

“What’s your name? I don’t believe I’ve met you,” the woman says to Bob.

“Oh, I’m, uh, Bob,” Bob informs.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you! I hope you like it here. It’s one of the highlights of the month for me, I can tell you that much,” the woman says with a chuckle.

Then someone else enters the room. You. You’re pretty, the kind of relaxed pretty, not glistening like a diamond under lights like a movie star, but that comforting, wonderful, beautiful normal pretty. And Bob notices you when you come in. 

“Heyyy!” Tiffany waves at you happily. You wave back. 

“This is Bob, it’s his first meeting,” the woman explains to you. 

“Great to meet you, Bob,” you smile. He can’t help but smile back. 

You tell him your name and he nods and says, “That suits you, I like it.” 

You sit across from him and once everyone arrives, the discussion begins. Then, it’s your turn to talk. Bob finds himself straightening up in his seat a little. “I thought that The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is one of those rare books that blends Hollywood glamour with genuine emotional depth. On the surface, it’s about a dazzling, scandalous life—seven marriages, fame, fortune—but at its core, it’s a story about identity, love, and the cost of ambition. Evelyn is a brilliant character: flawed, cunning, fiercely self-aware, and unapologetically complex. She manipulates the media and people around her to survive in a system built to exploit women, especially queer women and women of color. And yet, she’s not a hero or a villain—just deeply…human,” you say. 

Bob is a little too stunned for words. You’ve perfectly worded his thoughts on the book and he’s amazed by it. Okay, you hold his interest even more than you did previously. At the end of the two hour club, Bob walks up to you. “Hi,” he says, a little shyly.

You smile. “Hi,” you reply. 

“I really liked what you had to say about the book.”

“Thank you! I thought you contributed a lot, too.”

“Thanks…are you going to come to the next meeting?”

“Yes! You?”

“Definitely,” Bob nods and smiles. “Could I, uh, maybe… have your phone number?”

You grin. “Of course! Do you have your phone? I can put in the contact.”

“Yeah…!” 

When Bucky and Yelena see Bob come out of the bookstore at 4:08, Yelena grins at him. “Did you make a friend?”

“I think so, yeah,” Bob answers with a smile as he climbs in the car. 

“Did you get their phone number?” Yelena asks. 

Bob nods. 

“Yayyyy, Bob!” Yelena cheers and claps. Bucky chuckles a little at her excitement, but he gives Bob a smile and a nod of approval, a silent I’m proud of you, kid. Bob smiles and leans back into his seat as the car pulls away from the bookstore. 

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Hotcake | j.o

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X reader

A/n: I know, it's short 🥞

After a long day of filming, some of the cast of Wednesday were hanging out in Jenna's trailer, trying to relax and enjoy each other’s company. Emma was sitting next to me on the couch, amused by Percy’s antics. Georgie was chatting with Hunter about light topics, while I simply smiled and watched my colleagues with amusement.

But out of the corner of my eye, I kept an eye on Jenna.

The brunette was sitting in an armchair just a few feet away from us, with her headphones around her neck and her phone in hand, presumably replying to messages from family and friends. Even though she was distracted and not actively participating in the conversation, I knew she valued our presence.

Her brown eyes often drifted towards us, and a small smile that revealed her dimples appeared whenever something amused her.

It was such a light and perfect smile that it gave me butterflies in my stomach.

"I’m hungry," Percy suddenly mumbled, stretching out on the couch with an exhausted expression.

Emma shot him an amused glance. "You’re always hungry."

George laughed. "Yeah, it’s no surprise."

Percy made a face but couldn’t suppress a laugh. "What can I do? Working with you all wears me out."

Everyone laughed, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Jenna. Just then, she looked up from her phone and glanced at us. Her lips curved into a slight smile as she listened to our conversation.

"I can make some hotcakes if you’d like," she offered with a small smile.

The room erupted into a chorus of approval.

"Hotcakes!" George exclaimed, as if he had just won the lottery.

"Jenna, I love you!" Percy shouted, almost jumping off the couch with excitement.

Jenna lowered her gaze, blushing slightly from all the attention. It was clear she didn’t enjoy being the center of such a commotion and that the open displays of affection made her uncomfortable.

"Does anyone want to help me?" she asked timidly.

Jenna’s eyes moved between the guests, lingering on mine for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary. My face flushed and a warm feeling spread through my chest as her coffee-colored irises met mine, and a smile seemed on the verge of breaking through.

Jenna made a little grimace, and disappointment showed on her face for the lack of response.

Emma gave me a nudge.

"Ouch!" I looked at the brunette in confusion, and she raised an eyebrow at me. "She was referring to you, idiot," Emma said with a mischievous smile.

My cheeks turned bright red.

I immediately felt embarrassed, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the wave of excitement that hit me. Jenna was looking at me, and for a moment, we exchanged such an intense gaze that I forgot about everyone else.

"Ah, yes, sure," I said, trying to sound calm, though my heart was racing. "I’ll help you gladly."

As I made my way to the kitchen, I could feel Jenna’s gaze fixed on me. Even though she was always very reserved and shy, there was something in the way she looked at me that made my heart pound. She didn’t say much, but her glances and faint smiles made me blush instantly.

"Thank you for your help," she said with her usual calm and composed voice as she handed me a bowl of flour.

"No problem," I replied, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. "Although... I can’t promise I’ll be very useful." I chuckled, trying to ease the growing tension between us.

Jenna gave a small smile, looking down at the counter. "You’re already more useful than Percy," she joked. "He’d probably burn even water."

I couldn’t help but laugh, and she looked at me again, this time with a wider smile. "You’re probably right," I added. "Although I think Emma wouldn’t even let him near the stove."

Jenna nodded, laughing quietly. "Yeah, she’s like... the mom of the group."

As we exchanged these light-hearted remarks, the atmosphere continued to lighten. We worked together to prepare the hotcake batter, and every now and then, our hands would brush against each other by accident. Each time it happened, I felt a little shiver run down my spine, but I tried not to let it show.

"Okay," I said, trying to focus on the task at hand, "what do we do now?"

"You need to mix the flour with the milk," Jenna explained, gesturing to the bowl. "But be careful not to make a mess."

"I make no promises," I replied jokingly, beginning to mix with a concentrated expression. However, something went wrong. Maybe I had mixed too vigorously, or maybe it was just my natural clumsiness, but suddenly a small puff of flour flew out of the bowl, scattering everywhere.

Jenna laughed, covering her mouth with one hand. Her laughter was so sweet and genuine that it struck me deeply, leaving me dumbfounded.

"See, I told you!" she exclaimed, shaking her head with amusement.

I immediately felt embarrassed, trying to clean up the mess I had made. "Okay, yeah, maybe I’m not cut out for cooking."

She looked at me with that intense gaze, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Don’t worry," she said softly, and then, with a quick motion, grabbed a pinch of flour and dabbed it on my nose.

I was taken aback for a moment, then looked at her incredulously, flour smeared on my nose. "Really?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

Jenna burst into laughter, her face lighting up in a way I rarely saw on set. It was a contagious sound that brightened her face and brought out the adorable dimples in her cheeks. That sight made me blush immediately, with the warmth spreading rapidly from my chest to my face.

"You had it coming," she said between laughs. "You made flour fly everywhere!"

I couldn’t help but smile too. "Okay, fine," I said, trying not to let myself be distracted by how her eyes sparkled when she laughed. "But now it’s war."

Without thinking too much, I grabbed a small handful of flour and attempted to smear it on her face, but she was faster. She moved to the side, avoiding the hit, and looked at me with a challenging expression.

"Oh, so we’re playing dirty?" she murmured, moving closer. Her eyes were locked on mine, and for a moment, I felt completely entrapped by her deep gaze.

The tension between us shifted suddenly. The laughter faded, replaced by a silence filled with anticipation. Jenna was still close, maybe too close, and my heart began to race, making it impossible to ignore the effect she had on me.

Her eyes looked at me intensely.

"How much longer? I’m starving!" Percy’s voice interrupted from the living room.

Jenna diverted her gaze from me, blushing slightly, and headed towards the stove.

With a swift motion, she started cooking, trying to regain her focus. Her face was still flushed, and she struggled to concentrate while preparing the hotcakes, while I, with an amused smile, watched her return to her routine, embracing the chaos and complaints from the rest of the cast.

Damn Percy

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i have a request for fem reader x thanos

maybe she was a famous singer who would song very provocative and vulgar songs and dress like that as well, like tattos, piercing, etc. but she made bomb ass music im thinking songs like rhianna and stuff. anyway she has s attitude and she unfortunately went down the rabbit whole getting addicted to drugs and hanging with bad people so she moved out of LA to get away from it and to korea where she is then entered in the games and obviously ppl recognize her some are fans some find her awful etc. but thanos is like her biggest fan but she could not care less untill he shows her what he has in his cross if u catch my drift?

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parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader

warnings: drug use & addiction, mention of death, squid game stuff, reader is an american popstar, smut, swearing, oral (thanos receiving), i wrote a more cringey thanos this time.

The murmurs started the second you stepped into the dorm.

It wasn’t the usual whispers—the ones laced with fear and paranoia, the ones about people who didn’t make it past Red Light, Green Light. No, this was something else. This was recognition.

“Holy shit, is that her?”

“No way.”

“Bro, that’s Y/N L/N—”

A small group of men gawked at you like you weren’t in a life-or-death game but instead walking a red carpet. Someone even had the audacity to sing one of your songs from your most recent album.

You ignored them. You weren’t that person anymore.

You tugged your hoodie tighter around you, tattoos hidden beneath the fabric. You weren’t wearing designer or expensive makeup, just the same ugly green tracksuit as everyone else. And yet, they still saw you.

The infamous Y/N L/N. The girl who had the world at her feet.

The girl who pissed it all away.

“YOOO!”

The booming voice cut through the murmurs like a gunshot, turning every head in the room.

“Y/N FUCKING L/N IS IN THIS SHIT? NAH, THATS CRAZY.”

Heavy footsteps thundered toward you before you finally turned. And there this stranger was, standing in front of you with a grin so wide it could split his face.

Player 230.

Thanos, he called himself.

You sighed, already tired.

He was built like a bouncer but looked at you like a kid meeting their idol, damn near starstruck. And while everyone else gawked from a distance, he didn’t hesitate to close the space between you.

“I gotta be dreaming right now,” he laughed, dragging a hand over his purple hair. “Yo, I used to bump your music every day.”

“I don’t care,” you deadpanned, stepping around him.

Thanos, not deterred in the slightest, just pivoted and kept pace with you. “‘Bitch Better Have My Money’ got me through some shit, I swear to God.”

You didn’t answer.

“And ‘Disturbia?’ Song of the fuckin’ century.”

Nothing.

Thanos just grinned.

“Alright, I see how it is. You hard to get, huh?” He slung an arm over your shoulder like you were old friends. “But you’re in luck, señorita. ‘Cus I don’t give up easily.”

He smelled like cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. You shoved him off.

“Touch me again, and I’ll break your fucking wrist,” you said, voice like ice.

Thanos’ brows shot up—surprised, but not mad. If anything, he just looked more amused.

“Yeeesh. You really that cold in real life?”

No response.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You were real different in them interviews.”

You huffed, turning on your heel and walking off.

“Yo, I rap,” he called after you. “We should collab one day.”

“Drop dead,” you shot back.

But Thanos just laughed.

The days dragged. The bodies stacked.

And yet, Thanos still hadn’t shut the fuck up.

If anything, he was getting worse.

After the Six Leg Pentathlon, he sat next to you, shoulders touching. He defended you whenever people ran their mouths. When your body ached from the games, he even stole an extra bread roll for you, slipping it into your lap with a smirk.

“You can thank me with a verse.”

“You’re delusional,” you muttered, but ate the roll anyway.

It was strange.

For all his cockiness and big talk, Thanos didn’t feel like the other men in here. He didn’t feel like a predator.

He felt like a nuisance.

An annoying, oversized, rap-obsessed nuisance.

And yet, you caught yourself looking for him more often than not.

—

The lights flicked off.

Instantly, the dorm fell into hushed whispers and rustling bodies. Some tried to sleep. Others stayed awake, tense, knowing what could happen once the room was drowned in darkness.

You didn’t care.

Lying on your back, staring up at the endless black void above you, you felt nothing.

Not fear. Not exhaustion. Not even pain.

You had felt pain before.

But nothing like this.

This was worse.

This was the emptiness that had driven you to that shit in the first place. The late-night binges, the parties that never ended, the highs that barely lasted. The numbing hum that silenced everything else.

And now, here you were. Back at rock bottom.

It almost made you laugh.

“Yo.”

A voice. Deep, hushed.

A shadow moved beside your bunk.

You didn’t flinch.

Thanos crouched next to you, face barely visible in the dim emergency lights. But you knew it was him.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered.

You said nothing.

Thanos just smirked.

“Don’t gotta talk, ma. Just listen.”

You felt something cold press against your lips.

Metal.

Your eyes flicked down.

A cross pendant.

You frowned. “The fuck is this?”

Thanos exhaled through his nose, like he was amused. “Check inside.”

You hesitated, then reached up, fingers brushing his chain.

Click.

The small compartment popped open.

Your breath caught.

No.

No fucking way.

There, hidden in the hollowed-out cross, sat a dozen small pills.

Colourful. Familiar.

Holy shit.

Your pulse spiked. For the first time since stepping into this hellhole, you felt something.

Need.

Desperation.

“You wanna hit?” Thanos murmured, voice smooth, teasing. “Might help that little empty look in your eyes.”

Your lips parted. Your pride warred with your craving.

Thanos tilted his head. “Go on. Ask nice.”

Your hands curled into fists.

“I’m not fucking begging,” you whispered.

Thanos chuckled lowly. “Damn shame.”

He snapped the cross shut.

No.

Your heart thumped.

Your body moved before you could think, hand gripping his wrist.

“Wait.”

His smirk widened.

For a moment, Thanos just looked at you.

He was big. Solid. A walking problem with a loud mouth and an ego to match.

And yet, in the dark, he felt different. Quieter. Heavier.

Dangerous.

Your throat bobbed. “What do you want?”

Thanos leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath against your ear.

“You know what I want.”

Your stomach clenched.

His free hand reached up, dragging the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

A test.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t stop him.

Thanos’ pupils dilated.

His grin turned wicked.

“Fuck, I knew it,” he murmured. “Lil stargirl, is an addict.”

Your breathing quickened.

Thanos’ fingers trailed down, tilting your chin up. “How bad you want it, mama?”

You clenched your jaw.

You had sucked dick for a lot less before.

And right now?

Right now, you needed it.

Your eyes flicked up, locking onto his.

Fuck it.

Without another word, you shifted, sliding down the bunk until your face was level with his lap.

Thanos’ breath hitched.

“Shit.”

Your fingers worked fast, tugging at his waistband.

Boxers down.

His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, already hard.

For you.

For this.

Thanos’ hand shot out, gripping the edge of the mattress like he was bracing for impact.

“Yo, wait—”

You didn’t.

Your lips wrapped around him, tongue gliding over the head.

Thanos’ entire body jolted.

“—Oh, fuck.”

A sharp inhale. His jaw clenched, head tipping back.

You worked him over with practiced ease—hollowing your cheeks, tongue tracing veins, fingers gripping his thigh as you took him deeper.

Thanos twitched.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice was strained, hushed but taut, like he was barely holding on, eyes dark and blown, watching you with something close to awe.

A goddamn pop star.

His celebrity crush.

Sucking his dick in a fucking death game.

For a pill.

His fingers tangled into your hair, grip tight but reverent.

Like he couldn’t believe it.

Like he never wanted it to end.

“Shit, señorita.” A sharp hiss. “You’re really gonna slurp me up for a pill?”

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t stop.

His grip in your hair went rigid.

“Shit, babe—”

His breath hitched, thighs tensing beneath your hands. You felt him twitch, his cock pulsing against your tongue, and then—

Thanos let out a low, shaky groan.

Hot and thick, he spilled down your throat, fingers tight in your hair as he held you there, making sure you took it. Swallowed all of it.

You did.

Because you had to.

Because you weren’t letting a single drop go to waste.

Because you needed that fucking pill.

Thanos exhaled sharply, hand flexing before he finally let go, leaning back against the bunk with a lazy, spent smirk. He looked down at you, licking his lips as he reached for the cross again.

“Damn,” he mused, voice smug and breathless. “Who knew a lil’ American pop princess could suck dick like that?”

You glared.

Pop.

You pulled off him with a slow, deliberate drag of your tongue, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

“Just gimme the fuckin’ pill.” Your voice was hoarse.

Thanos hummed, opening the cross pendant.

You reached for it—

He snapped it shut.

Your fingers twitched.

Thanos grinned. “Say please.”

Your jaw clenched.

“Was sucking your dick not enough?”

He cocked his head, smug as hell.

Your nails dug into your palm.

You inhaled sharply.

“Please?”

His smirk turned lethal.

Click.

The pill dropped into your palm.

Your fingers curled around it immediately, bringing it to your mouth, barely hesitating before swallowing it dry.

Warmth bloomed in your chest.

Relief.

Thanos just watched, head tilted, eyes dark.

Then, he laughed.

“Damn, Stargirl.” His voice was a taunt. A tease. Low and syrupy.

“You really would do anything for a hit, huh?”

His grin widened, flashing teeth.

“Good thing,” he murmured. “I got plenty more.”

And that’s how Thanos bagged his sick little addict popstar.

You’re so gone. And he knows it.

[wileys-russo]

can we get alexia being standoffish towards you bc of feelings she has for you & she doesn’t know how to express them? and once she realizes that you are taking it personally she gets over herself and explains and then some fluff?

it’s literally my favorite trope 🫠🫠

change of pace II a.putellas

when you first joined barcelona you were welcomed in with open arms. terrified on your first day you were left under the watchful eye of your national teammate, frido making sure she didn't leave your side the entire time introducing you to everyone one by one.

there wasn't a single person who wasn't friendly and by the time your first official week finished up you felt as if you'd already been there for a full season with how friendly and close knit everyone was.

upon learning your contract was nearly up with rosengard and coming off the back of a phenomenal euros performance your agent was quick to seek out if there would be offers coming your way from other leagues before negotiations started for an extension with your current team.

much to your shock one of the biggest and most appealing offers came from barcelona and the moment the teams name left your agents mouth you all but officially accepted, dismissing him from running you through the rest of your options with your mind already made up.

frido was delighted when you'd called her with the news, making a point to spend the entire world cup forcing you to work on your spanish.

though her refusal at times to speak to you in anything but spanish caused you endless headaches by the time your first day in barcelona rocked up you felt immense gratitude for her somewhat forceful approach.

the first month of the season flew by and though you were yet to get minutes under your belt you'd already learnt so much and improved immensely from training and working with the team.

having met her several times already when she'd come to visit frido or during facetimes when you'd called the older girl mid season for advice, you found yourself gravitating toward ingrid and the two of you formed a close bond.

one in which you'd often tease frido for that ingrid liked you more than her much to the older swedes offence and how quick she was to bite every single time you'd tease her.

being linked so closely with ingrid meant you were also close with her girlfriend mapi, who'd been one of the very first people to come up and introduce herself on your first day, even being so friendly that frido had jokingly warned her away to let you settle in before she 'corrupted' you.

then again in turn from spending so much time with the couple you found yourself often out in a small group in which your captain was present, alexia warm but much less outspoken than the rest of the team.

at first you'd just put it down to her needing to hold her reputation up which of course proceeded her, and wanting to seem as professional as possible as even mapi would tease she needed to lighten up when you'd all hang out together.

but overtime the older girl seemed to soften and you found her making more of an effort to in fact 'lighten up' and lower her seemingly stern walls.

though this still didn't stop you from being a little taken aback when one day she offered to show you around barcelona, joking that she could show you all the local spots that tourists like yourself would never find.

and so a tradition of sorts was born as you settled in and found your place within the team.

frido would pick you up each morning for training since you were yet to pass your test which allowed you to drive in spain, but it was alexia who would take you back home.

then each day the blonde would show you something new around barca. if it be a lookout, a beach, a restaurant, a cafe, whatever it was she always seemed to have a story behind its significance and what drew her there and you were certain you enjoyed these much more than the place itself.

which is why it was odd when one day she seemingly forgot you, having already left for the day by the time you finished showering and changing. luckily ingrid and mapi hadn't left yet and drove you home, assuring alexia probably had a family or media commitment she just forgot to mention.

but it wasn't a once off, and suddenly alexia seemed to be making a point of leaving before you, seperating herself from you in trainings and ghosting the calls and texts you'd send her checking in if something had happened.

you questioned your teammates on her strange behaviour who all were as clueless as you, also unsure why alexia was suddenly acting as if you had some sort of infectious disease, barely saying more than a few words to you a day if you were lucky.

her actions hurt more than you let on but frido saw right through the act and with her now taking over both picking up and dropping you off after training and for games she took the opportunity to gently question you about why this was happening.

of course you couldn't answer any of her questions being unsure yourself and with mapi trying to get the same answers out of alexia with the same luck, when the spaniard and the swede met for coffee the next day neither could piece together what had happened.

it would appear most of the team assumed you had some sort of falling out or argument neither of you wanted to come clean about, and not wanting to shatter the team dynamic gratefully seemed to drop it all together.

you however weren't so willing to let everything go, especially when you'd overheard alexia making plans for the teams day off with mapi. "-but why ale? what happened that is so bad you will not even speak with her?" you paused about to turn the corner, warning bells going off as you really weren't in the mood to be blatantly ignored.

"nothing! just drop it please, and don't invite her." you didn't need a pen to fill in the blanks on who her was in this situation, so with your jaw clenching you made a point to turn the corner and make your presence known.

"hola amiga we did not-" mapi's eyes widened as she grabbed for your arm but you side stepped her, alexias face remaining unreadable as something flickered in her eyes which met yours for a fleeting moment before you turned your head and continued on your way.

you were certain after that you'd just ignore alexia back, give up on any real chance you had to dig deeper into why she was behaving this way and just commit to the lack of communication and interaction she seemed to favour.

but you lost your chance when it was mapi and ingrids turn to host the team bonding night and with a stomach bug ripping through the team the group was a lot smaller than usual, and you found yourself unable to avoid your captain.

you did your best all evening to speak to everyone and anyone else but it seemed someone was determined to meddle as when everyone settled in to watch some spanish soap they were fixated on, the only free spots left for the two of you were on the floor right by one another.

you made a point to shuffle your body as far away from alexia as you could but with lucy's legs blocking you from moving much further you had no choice but to settle for your shoulder just pressing lightly against the midfielders.

you tensed as two episodes in you felt alexias hand shift, fingers brushing yours and sending a jolt up your arm as you quickly moved your hand into your lap and leant your body into lucys legs to get even further away.

you were even more surprised that in the next ten minutes all you could feel was alexia's eyes burning into the side of your head, but you refused to acknowledge it.

it became harder when ona left and alexia moved into her spot on the sofa behind you, leaving you on the floor basically right in the middle of her legs which stretched out beside you as again you shuffled away.

another episode in and suddenly alexia seemed to want to play footsies, her foot tucking beneath your thigh and poking you every now and then as her knee rested against your shoulder, the touch both familiar and foreign as you exhaled slowly.

you tried to push her leg away but it just returned to the same position so you gave up.

when that episode ended and mapi decided that it was time to call it a night you dared to glance up toward the blonde who made a point to ignore your gentle tap against her knee to try and gain her attention, starting a conversation with lucy as you shook your head feeling foolish for even giving in for a second to her games.

mumbing something in swedish under your breath you stood quickly, hugging your hosts goodnight and waving goodbye to the team, out the door in seconds flat as you made a beeline for the elevator.

with frido down with the stomach bug you pulled out your phone to call an uber, gently dismissing lucys offer of a ride home well aware she'd be headed for ona's house which was in the opposite direction of your own, given you'd accidentally caught them mid makeout in ona's car one morning.

frowning at the price surge of your ride you didn't hear someone else enter the elevator, only aware you weren't alone anymore as the doors closed and someone cleared their throat causing you to lift your head.

but when you saw who it was it immediately dropped back down. "how are you getting home?" the silence was broken by her raspy voice. "uber." you mumbled, clicking yes and waiting for a driver to accept the ride.

"i can drive you."

at that your eyes flicked back upwards and you scoffed. "i think i will take my chances being left for dead in a ditch than stuck in a car with you for twenty minutes, gracias though capi." your tone was bordering on venomous and it took alexia by shock, never having heard you say a bad word about or to anyone before.

the elevator opening you wasted no time hurrying out, though still waiting for a driver to accept you didn't really have much of a choice but to come to a halt on the curb outside their building.

"let me drive you." "no." "it is unsafe." "i do not care." "you are being stubborn." "like you are one to talk alexia."

"this is ridiculous, just get in the car!" the older girl rolled her eyes, nodding for you to follow her as you stayed quiet, eyes focused on the road in front of you. "come on, please let me drive you home." her voice softened as she stood beside you only a head taller.

"no." "why not?"

"why not? you cannot be serious alexia?" you laughed at that though the noise was anything but humorous as alexia frowned.

"because you clearly have some hidden reason to dislike me and i heard you talking to mapi the other day so do not now pretend like you want me around or you care what happens to me." you scoffed again and looked away.

"i do care, and i do not dislike you."

her words were even softer now which only irritated you further as you muttered under your breath in your native language which you knew she wouldn't understand.

"don't do that! you know i don't like it when you do that." the catalan scowled as your phone pinged signalling a driver had accepted and your shoulders sagged a little in relief.

"hey!" you frowned as it was taken from your hand and the ride was cancelled. "alexia!" you groaned as she held your phone out of reach. "please let me drive you home."

"well you have not given me a choice now. i would walk but i do not know the way!" you gave in with a huff as she nodded curtly, heading for her car still with your phone held captive in hand.

the drive home itself was silent, alexia handing you your phone back and neither one of you making an attempt at conversation as your eyes stayed focused out the window as the street lights passed by in a blur.

before the girl had even parked up properly outside your apartment complex you'd undone your seatbelt, finding the silence was suffocating you now. but before you could open her door there was a click as she tapped the child lock button.

your forehead thumped helplessly against the window as you exhaled deeply meaning the glass fogged up for a moment. "i do not dislike you." she repeated again, hands gripping the steering wheel as you tucked your knees to your chest.

"you have a funny way of showing it." "i know."

"so is that it then? can i leave now? i might not be a child but i am sure i can call this kidnapping." you huffed with a roll of your eyes when alexia made no move to say anything else.

"no wait! please." her hand grabbed your wrist as you tried to reach over her to press the unlock button. "for what? for you to say something now and then go back to ignoring me for no reason tomorrow? no thank you." you huffed with a roll of your eyes.

"i know. my actions have been immature and i am sorry if they hurt you." "oh you are sorry if they hurt me? thank you alexia, all better now."

"wait! i am not good at this." she grabbed your hand stopping you again, throwing her head back with a groan.

"good at what? alexia we went from talking everyday to you acting like i had a disease and you could not even bare to look at me. that hurt but the worst part was i asked you many times if i had done something and you still would not reply! so i had no idea what even happened to make you treat me like this suddenly. so what do you expect me to think?" you ranted, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown.

"i know." "so you keep saying, yet here i am still with no idea why you are acting like this." "because i like you! dios mio."

"if you like me then why would you just suddenly stop talking to me? you are so confusing!" you groaned, dragging your hands down your face in frustration.

"no mierda!" alexia whispered, biting down on her lip and pausing. "i like you." alexia repeated as you continued to stare at her in confusion. "like...i wanted to ask you on a date." alexia admitted with a sigh, wincing at her own words as your eyes shot wide with surprise.

"oh." "see? that is why i did not. that is why i pulled away to try and work on my feelings because you do not feel that way about me." "how?" "how what?" "how do you know i feel like that?"

your own question now caught alexia off guard as she stammered for a moment. "well because i was going to ask you out because i thought maybe you liked me back. but then i heard you speaking to frido and making plans with your boyfriend for the summer break." alexia's face deflated as yours scrunched up, trying to recall what she meant until it clocked.

"oh alexia." you sighed, unable to stop yourself from letting out a laugh as she turned to you with a glare. "see you are laughing at me now! you can go." with that the door unlocked and you shook your head.

"no no, i am not laughing at you." you promised, alexia tensing as your hand moved to her knee. "alexia, you heard me mention elias yes?" you clarified as she slowly nodded and your smile grew.

"elias is my brother ale, he is quite close with frido's partner so we often all go away together on weekends." you explained as alexia paused for a moment to register your words before letting out a deep sigh.

"so you do not-" "no, i do not have a boyfriend." "ah, well that-oh wow." alexia groaned hanging her head in her hands as you squeezed her knee.

"you should have talked to me about it." "i wanted to! but i am not good with my...feelings." "neither am i, but we could have worked it out together." you squeezed her knee one more time before removing your hand.

"wait!" her hand grabbed your wrist as you opened the door and started to slide out. you saw her struggling with her words and gently tugged your hand from her grip, hovering by her door.

"yes." you spoke simply as she tilted her head with a frown. "yes?"

"yes ale, i would like to go on a date with you. you can pick me up on friday, i am free after six." and with that you walked away from her car back to your apartment, leaving both of you with an excited grin and hope for what might lay ahead for the pair of you.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! i know there's a lot of jealous astarion x tav stuff out there, but could you do a jealous tav x astarion scenario please? maybe also make it spicy??

Astarion x jealous!reader

There were very few moments for all of you to relax and take a breath these days. With the quakes getting stronger, the cult getting closer, and just Gods knew what else around the corner, it was difficult to find some time to recharge. But, you all always seemed to eventually find the time.

Down at one of the taverns, you and the group decided to break loose and have some drinks for the night. Gale and Halsin didn’t want to come. Halsin still abstain from alcohol, along with his vague comments on ‘past mishaps and making a fool of himself’ (which honestly just made it all the more intriguing), and Gale just wanting to turn in early for the night. With everything going on with Mystra recently, more and more he had been pulling back to think by himself, but assured you he would be himself again soon enough.

Karlach usually tagged along, but just wasn’t feeling crowds at the moment. It would be more strange for Laz’el to come. And Wyll had come for the start of the evening but left after one drink as he was a responsible young man.

All that was left was you, Shadowheart, and Astarion.

“This wine tastes like cat piss.”

“You’ve tasted cat piss?” You clip back. Wittier than usual now that you had a few drinks.

Astarion gave you a dull, “ha ha,” before he got up and headed for the bar to get a different vintner offering from the bar keep. “Maybe I’ll splurge a little a spend a whole 3 gold to get something a little better than the swill the rest of you are used to.”

“How people ever found him charming enough to be lured to their death will always be a mystery to me?” Shadowheart remarked before taking a sip of mead from her cup.

You chuckle at her joke and watch as Astarion made his way to the bar. Weaving in between the crowd like he was made more of mist & air, rather than flesh and blood.

Alone, you and Shadowheart chat quietly at your table before she finished her drink, dabbed her lips, and announced, “I’m going head back and turn in with the others. I trust that you and Astarion will make it back alright on your own?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well…I wouldn’t judge if the two of you wanted to spend sometime alone. We’re usually in such close quarters together that I’m sure it’s hard to be alone with someone special.” You blush at Shadowhearts comment. Not nearly as blunt as Laz’el but also not at all subtle. “Although, perhaps he has other plans for the evening?”

You follow her eyes over to the bar. Finding Astarion instantly, but also the pretty human girl hanging on his every word; and nearly him. Astarion, for his part, not seeming nearly as put off as someone in a relationship should be by her flirtation.

“I’ll take my leave now. I don’t want to be in the middle of whatever this is turning into. If it turns out for the good, be safe and have fun. If it turns out for the worse, well…try not to get us all arrested by morning.”

She gave a small way and saw herself out of the bar. Leaving you there with your thoughts, warm ale, and a stewing feeling of dread in your gut. You try to calm yourself. But you weren’t exactly the best at tamping down your impulsive thoughts. They had gotten you this far, hadn’t they? Perhaps they could take you a little further as you went up to the bar. “Shadowheart went home.”

Astarion and his new playmate both turn to you in surprise. The former looking genuinely surprised, while the woman looked more annoyed than surprised by your interruption. “Oh. Was she feeling alright? It’s rather early.”

“Yes! The night is still young.” The woman’s hand landed on his arm, and you glare daggers at the spot it landed. Wishing for real daggers. “But, if your friend isn’t feeling well, maybe you should go and check on her.”

She was trying to muscle you out. Eliminate the competition. As far as she knew Astarion wasn’t attached, or maybe she didn’t care, so your presence is an obstacle to her goal of claiming the handsome stranger. You had to admire her boldness. You don’t think you could ever be so confident to just ‘lay claim’ to a man you had only just met and make your stance known. If it had been anyone else she claimed you would have been impressed and supportive. Women helping women. Problem was this was your man and she was competition that needed to be eliminated.

“I think I’m going home too.” You pressed further.

“But I just ordered my wine.” Astarion quipped. Seeming not to get your hint at all. But the woman did.

“Yes. We’ve just freshened our drinks.” The vampire turned his gaze to the woman with a sharp arch of his brow. Clearly communicating ‘who is this ‘we’ you speak of’ with no words at all. “Why don’t you run after your friend and he’ll see you later. Perhaps tomorrow morning?”

“Oh….”

“I’m out of here.” You didn’t bother listening to whatever excuse, silken words, or outright lies Astarion was going to tell this hell cat to get out of the hole he just dug himself, but you weren’t interested in watching him dig.

Slamming your empty mug on the counter, you turn and head for the door. Everyone parting ways for you with the mood you were in. The cold air to your face was sobering, literally, and you shrug your shoulders in as you head down the dark streets towards the inn for the night. If you walked fast enough maybe you could actually catch Shadowheart on the way.

“[Y/N]! Wait!”

You turn to look over your shoulder as Astarion called your name. Coming out of the tavern with a skid and dashing over to meet the space between you. “Where are you going? Are you really going to leave?”

“Would you rather I sit there and watch that woman paw all over you?” You jab back. But Astarion didn’t seem wounded.

“Oh that. Yes. Rather forward for a lady wasn’t she?”

“So why didn’t you stop her??”

“I don’t know.” He replied with a shrug. “Old habits.”

You huff and pull your arms in tighter against the cold. Maybe you had been wrong in assuming that Astarion thought of ‘loyalty’ the same way you did. You trusted him with your life, but maybe you couldn’t trust him in a bar. You didn’t genuinely think that he would go off with her, but even the hint of implication made your blood boil. “I get they might be ‘old habits’ but if you could not flirt with people, I would appreciate it.”

A grin slithered up on Astarion’s face. “Are you…jealous, my love?”

“No!” You snap back quickly. But his grin just gets bigger.

“Hmm…I guess it’s understandable. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve started a cat fight in a bar, you know? I just never thought you of all people would be swayed by such petty emotions.”

“I’m going home.”

You turn your back on him again, which was the worst thing to do on a vampire, and you felt him snatch you before you were suddenly in a dark alley all alone together. “I get jealous too.” He told you. Almost like a whispered confession. Able to be quiet now that you were away from the crowd, and the streets, and the noise. “I get jealous seeing you with the others. The attention you give them. It should be for me.”

“They’re just friends.” You whisper back to Astarion. Feeling as if any louder and you’d break this spell between you in the moment. You didn’t know what kind of spell it was, but you were transfixed in it.

“I get jealous of all the strangers you want to help. Literally anyone who needs help, you help them. That big heart. Where will I be, if you keep opening it up to others?”

You gasp when you felt his hand drift over your ‘heart’. “I’ll always have space for you Astarion. You shouldn’t be worried about that.”

“I get jealous of your bedroll.” His words caught you off guard. Almost as much as his teeth at your ear. “Curled up with you. Holding your body all night. Keeping you warm. It should be me.”

“You’ve never mentioned it.”

You can’t feel your breath come out in a little pant as you spoke. Enamored by Astarion and his weight against you and the wall. “We should…find some place private.”

“Here is private.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear his grin and it made your knees quiver. “Someone could see us.”

“No one will see us.” He assured you. “I’ve used this alley before.”

It was probably not the best time to bring up his past conquests when you had just had a conversation about jealousy. Or perhaps it was. Instead of feeling angry like earlier, you suddenly felt the incredible urge to erase every memory Astarion had of this alley, this place, those people, and fill him with only thoughts of you. That there were no other conquests until he claimed you.

Jealousy seemed quite the aphrodisiac. It might not have been the ‘privacy’ Shadowheart had mentioned when she made her comment. But it was fun. And no one got arrested.

[wigglesdtuff]

favorite robin panels? i'm looking for a new pfp

It looks like I was too late for the pfp change so I am sorry, but I will ramble about some Robin panels that aren't super pfp worthy. I may or may not have like 7000+ screenshots from the manga saved and most of them are an attempt to screen Every Robin Panel. I have made it to the end of Wano lol.

Anyways. I wanted to post some that aren't really talked about as much alongside some obvious ones.

A lot are from Skypiea, and this as another angle of the bonfire I talked about in my previous post (see here). Again, I love that she's apart from the group, but she's still enjoying herself. It's so important to see this before the Water 7 saga.

I don't really see anyone ever bringing this panel up, but I love it so much. stark shadows on the edges contrasting the pure light where she's sitting is just so poignant to me. She's seeing the city of gold for the first time, but we can actively see the light in her life being reignited throughout Skypiea, and this panel just illustrates that for me so concisely.

Same with this one here. I love that again, she's sitting away from the group, but she's listening. She's allllllways listening. It's very important to note what she's hearing here though. For the first time in her life, she's joined a group that's helped others for the sake of just doing what they wanted to and because it felt like the right thing for them to do. It wasn't to be rewarded, it wasn't to gain any glory, it was to show an old man down on the island below that he wasn't searching for nothing and he could stop trying to kill himself to do it. That's HUGE for her to witness. I don't think she'd ever experience another group thinking "oh well, we're still poor, but that was cool!"

Okay last Skypiea panel, even though I could probably find more. I am in love with the deliberate separation of her silhouette here. She is still part of the crew, but it's still so clear that she is visibly detached at this point. It's a really good way to depict this subtly.

You can barely see her there but I love the way he encourages her to be enthusiastic about traveling and she indulges. They just understand each other in such a fundamental way lol This part is so cute to me.

We're onto Water 7, and I'll try and be brief. The entirety of the Water 7 saga is masterful, I'm not wavering on that. This panel hurts the more context we get. He is such a scary threat, but when we find out he genuinely thought he was committing an act of misguided mercy, the fact that he goes in for a HUG? That's so fucking tragic to me. Kuzan fascinates me, because the horror of Ohara does seem to genuinely shake him. Robin has had such a rough life because he let her live, so it's so sad to me that one of her only experiences of any sort of physical affection in recent memory is an attempt at a frozen coup de gras.

The tragedy of Water 7 continues. I love this panel so much. The broken smile thinking about the Straw Hats, thinking she did the best thing for them in letting them live, not realizing just how much they loved her and would have been tortured knowing she died for them. It's such a simple panel of her covering her face, but ugh. So good.

Heartbreaking. But also the fire of Ohara burning behind them while they have this one quiet moment. God. I'm a little speechless about this one so I'll just let it sit.

I'm skipping "I Want to Live" because we've all seen it and there's no question it's one of the best manga panels of all time. Sorry I don't make the rules.

This is maybe the most raw moment of "I want to stay alive, I have to stay alive," I have ever witnessed in something and it very well maybe be the hardest moment in One Piece for me. That is her TEETH on STONE. She is hanging on to life and the love of her friends BY HER TEETH. There is quite literally nothing more metal to me than this I'm sorry power scalers you can suck it.

Wrapping up Enies Lobby specifically, I adore this moment between Luffy and Robin so much. The way he tries to thank HER after he literally gave his everything to save her - and he's not even thinking about that??? And she's like ? No you don't get to thank ME I have to thank you all. Ugh. I love. Their friendship. So much.

I'm curious if we're going to see the outcome of this conversation between them - we don't really NEED to, we know where they both are, but with an inevitable clash of the SHs and the Blackbeard pirates, it could be interesting. I love the division between them with the wall, and the genuine question of "did I do the right thing?" I am compelled.

We've reached the timeskip.... I love her so much waahhh. There's a lot that I love in FMI - Dressrosa, but not nearly as much as I love her in Zou.

A silly entry - but this is on purpose! I love. Love. Love. Where she's at by Zou. She is so comfortable with her friends. She's able to be goofy. I also love that this implies she has some level of cuteness aggression and I think that's so funny.

To go from. Feeling like a burden and thinking death is easier than trusting anyone to fight for you to accepting that you are loved and full of love is such a fucking beautiful message. I love the way they're so pumped up too. They LOVE her!!!! ME tOO!!

I can't not mention this lmao. I'm so glad she gets to be included in ugly face gags. She's just as silly (if not more) as the rest of the crew!!! She's so happy at first too lmao

This is like what fans talking about her sounds like. "She didn't do enough in x arc" meanwhile she's like carrying the story on her back via the poneglyphs LMAO She's so funny.

Extending that love from Zou to be there for her friends and taking the moniker those who hunted her through her whole life... Well I just think this page speaks for itself.

Shut the fuck up this is the cutest, sweetest, perfectest panel I've ever seen in my life.

Um the entirety of chapter 1133 is catharsis in a can. I don't have words in my goopy goblin artist brain to express how much this chapter means to me.

Covers/Color Spreads I really love (sorry not sorry there's a ton)!

They're doing fish experiments (I'll reblog with a part 2 with more color spreads/covers)

[olailamajnoon]

Kara Zor-El was sneezing out into a clump of tissues what sounded like heavy glutinous nasal discharge.

Clark was looking at her without much sympathy. The rest of the Justice League were looking at Kara with fascinated revulsion.

"You have a cold," Bruce observed.

"You are the world's greatest detective!" Kara replied, awed.

"How," said Bruce. "How did this happen."

"She was exposing herself to Kryptonite," said Clark, turning to Kara with a look that said she deserved every bit of what she was going through.

"To build my resistance!" said Kara." I'm not going to be vulnerable to and at the mercy of a puny green element!" She sneezed again for a long time into the napkin, and by the time she was done the entire Justice League looked faintly like they were about to throw up their breakfasts.

"So your compromised immune system got infected by an Earth virus," said Bruce calmly.

"He's a brilliant man," said Kara, turning to Clark. "I can see why you keep him around."

"If you die," said Clark, "don't you dare come haunt me. Let the record show that I tried to dissuade you from hurting yourself."

"Ghosts don't do rules. I will come haunt both of you," said Kara, pointing at Bruce and Clark. "Just for shits and giggles, and because I can."

Bruce was giving her a Look.

"Hey, don't you dare look at me like that!" said Kara. "It's not my fault I don't feel safe around you, Mr. Contingency Plans Consisting Mostly of Kryptonite."

Bruce was still staring at her, saying nothing.

"He's still giving me the Look," Kara said, pointing and turning to Clark. Clark opened his mouth and closed it.

Kara sneezed again, noisily and moistly.

"Take your disgusting mucus-filled sinuses elsewhere," Bruce snapped.

"Don't tell me you're a germaphobe." Kara smiled serenely.

"I'm an idiot-phobe," said Bruce.

Kara sighed. "I just want to be a better fighter. A better...whatever it is I do. If I get taken down everytime by a green glowy rock, it just...sucks."

Bruce steepled his fingers and leaned forward, and began talking earnestly. "When you joined the League, you signed a few papers, making your health and well-being a League monopoly. You do not own your person anymore. Your body is a Justice League asset, and what that means is, you cannot hurt yourself—for any reason—without permission from the team. You do not so much as stub your toe without our say-so."

"That sounds deeply disturbing," said Kara.

"If you find it deeply disturbing, you are free to leave." Bruce's mouth was firm. Kara turned to look at Clark. Clark was looking at the table.

"Clark?"

"It's one of the by-laws," Clark said finally. "Technically the Justice League can hold you responsible for any self-harm. That's why I told you to read the papers before you signed them."

"What?!"

"Now the JLA can sue you for damages to League property."

"I don't—I don't even have a legal presence, oh my god!"

"So, Kara," said Bruce, frowning. "What's it going to be? The door or the rules?"

"I wanna punch you both so bad right now!"

"Understandable," Bruce said. "But ultimately your health is a priority. You're not to do this again."

"I have to second that, Kara," said Diana softly. "If you had mental health issues that would be one thing. But you did this not to escape from any pain, but simply to...I don't know, prove yourself?"

Kara's face was white. "You people," she said finally, "are the world's biggest arseholes."

Hal Jordan huffed a laugh. "We can sue you though. So knock it off."

"I guess I have no choice?" Kara said hesitantly.

"None whatsoever," said Bruce. "The next incident of you injecting Kryptonite into your body, you will be suspended."

"Indefinitely," said Diana. "We are not a group of friends who hang out in silly costumes. We are a team, with definite goals and objectives. The fate of humanity very often lies in our hands. Being vulnerable isn’t a weakness, not trusting your team is."

Kara felt guilty and relieved at the same time. The Kryptonite was humming in her blood. Weakness. "Fine," she said, sulkily. It wasn't worth it, getting kicked from the League just to be a cold-ridden Kryptonite-laden corpse.

"You'll have to do better than fine," said Hal gently. "Give us your word. No more idiotic experiments."

"I give you my word, dipshits," said Kara bitterly, and looked at Clark.

Clark looked relieved. "You'll be fine, Kara. It's okay to feel...like you've got to carry the whole world's weight on your shoulders. But sometimes you gotta let go, kid."

"Letting go is the story of my fucking life!" Kara snarled. She got up and tottered out of the room, slamming the door in her wake. The sound echoed silently for a while.

"So," said Hal once she was gone. "Whose brilliant idea was it to come up with that bullshit? About that clause in those documents?"

"She was hurting herself," Clark said dimly.

"And I knew," says Bruce, "that she wouldn't listen to reason. She needed a compelling...threat."

"You fucking a-hole control freak," Hal muttered.

"But Bruce, what if she goes searching the contracts for those by-laws?" asked Barry timidly.

"It's a long afternoon for me," said Bruce, holding up a sheaf of papers, "of retroactively editing signed documents."

"You mean forgery," said Diana.

Bruce smiled grimly. "Potato po-tah-to."

"So, I'm guessing," said Hal, "that I can sue you for that time you forced me to take my League salary on pain of expulsion."

"You’d lose," said Bruce casually, getting up. "I have better lawyers."

[semisslave]

♡ Give me your sound, making your song going loud... ♡ (pt. 2)

Contents: WLW, Guitarist!Se-mi x Singer!R

Warnings: none!

Part 1

After you woke up, you showered really fast. You put on a pink crop top, a short black skirt, pink boots, a black hat, pink sunglasses and a pink with black bag. You put on some makeup and stylize your hair. You were really nervous because of today's results (and seeing Se-mi again). You grabbed your phone and saw a message in your band's group chat

"Mi-na will pick everyone up at 12 pm."

You applied some perfume and waited for them to come. They picked you up and went to the same place as yesterday to announce the winner.

All the bands stood on stage, nervous. The announcer started naming the bands from least voted to most voted. He ended naming the other places and stopped in the two last places, the finalist, Lost kisses, and The Roselights. He said that they would continue after a break.

You go to the backstage with all the other bands, some of them were leaving disappointed and some others wished you luck. You just sat on a chair and started scrolling nervously through your phone, trying to distract yourself.

Se-mi walked towards you and sat beside you.

"We're both finalists now... I'm glad I have a decent rival"

Rival? Is that what you were to her after what happened yesterday?

"Yeah... Good luck, Se-mi." You said smiling

"I like your smile, I guess that'll be the only good thing about you winning."

You smiled and blushed. How could she be so mean and sweet at the same time?

"You smell nice. What perfume is it?"

"It's a mist... Strawberry pound cake from Bath & Body works."

"Sounds like something that could give me diabetes... But it suits you." She said jokingly.

"Thanks...?"

"Well... good luck, pretty girl" She said before she walked towards her band mates.

"What was that?!" Asked Ji-hye, one of your band mates.

"We were just talking..."

"I hate that bitch, she's always so mean to everyone... She didn't tell you anything bad, did she?"

"No, I'm okay."

"Good, we'll have to be on stage in 5 minutes and prepare to receive our answer... Let's just hope we win... I'll see you there."

Now, you were standing on the stage, nervous, waiting for the answer that could change your whole life

"Thank you to every voter who participated in choosing our next big band! We'll finally tell you who the majority chose... The winner of this competition is..."

You grabbed the hand of your band mate, Mi-na, trying to remain calm. Se-mi seemed very calmed even tho this could change her life too. She even winked at you when the countdown started on the screen.

3

2

1

"Congratulations to The Roselights for winning and becoming Sony Music's next artists!"

You hugged with your band mates, crying, and not believing what was happening right now.

Se-mi just stared codly but gave you a small smirk before leaving the stage with her band.

You felt kinda bad now.

You and your band went backstage after celebrating. You found Se-mi alone again sitting on a chair.

"Congratulations..." She said to all your band. They just ignored her but you didn't.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry..."

"Why would you be sorry?" She said lifting you chin for you to look at her. "Your band was great too, you deserve it."

You smiled and thanked her.

"I need to rest after all this stress, but we should hang out some day."

"That'll be great... Rest well, see you anytime soon."

Se-mi smiled and kissed your hand as a goodbye. Then, she left, leaving you blushed and confused.

"She really is an opportunist" Said your band mate Hye-ju

"What do you mean?" You asked confused.

"I mean... We won and now we're signing with Sony Music, and suddenly she decides to be kind to us after all this time being rude. She's using us, using you to secure a place in this industry... She'll become your friend and then probably will try to ride on your fame after we debut."

"I never thought it that way..." You said thinking about it, it could be right or it could be wrong, but it hurted you.

"You're way too innocent when it comes to seeing through people, ___." Said Hye-ju after grabbing her things. "Are you coming to drink with us to celebrate?"

"No, I'll pass this time. I'm really tired."

"Well, next time it'll be... You must be really tired because you never reject a drinking invitation" She says chuckling as your band mates got into the car.

"I... I am"

You went back to your house thinking about what happened and what Hye-ju said about Se-mi... Was that true? You knew people had sex without giving it a meaning or developing feelings, but the way she took care of you after it was what made you feel butterflies. How she cleaned you up being extremely delicate, how she kissed your forehead after cleaning you up, how she brought you home making sure you arrived safe and sound and how she called you pretty every chance she had... Fuck, you were in love.

Many weeks passed after your band signed with Sony Music and now was working in their debut album under Sony Music.

Your "friendship" with Se-mi got stronger, even tho you still had some doubts on her intentions, you couldn't say no every time she asked you to go to the mall, to a restaurant or to fuck to relieve stress.

This time you were leaving her apartment that she shared with her band mates. She went with you to the elevator and said goodbye to you outside the building. You were walking until you noticed Se-mi's favorite headphones in your bag. You started doubting if you should return it to her now or just wait until the next time you see her. You decided to go back since they were her favorite ones.

You arrived to her apartment door but just when you were about to knock you heard something, something you wish you didn't hear...

I know this is bad, don't remind me 😭🙏

Listen to Cotton Candy by Loossemble btw, that's where the title came from (Promoting my girls)

Promise I'll drop a part 3 soon

[urauntiefaye]

Church Boy EuijooxChurch Girl Reader🔞

Wc: 772 

TW: AFAB reader, Contains religious/Christian topics, if uncomfortable reading anything to do with religion that is okay please just scroll away. Smut, talks of losing virginity, not actually having sex just Juju thinking, Euijoo planning on claiming you? 

A/N: ….please don’t judge me on this one guys…also maybe self indulgent? I base the religion around the one I grew up in because that’s the one I know best. 

Growing up in the christian church was interesting. You were raised to be the “perfect” girl, studying your Bible everyday, memorizing all the hymes, and following the rules step by step. Never once have you sinned. The same could be said about your childhood best friend Euijoo, if it wasn't for his friend group he made entering college. It was interesting, you both being practically joined at the hip, reading the bible together, always having to sit near each other for youth field trips. Over the years Euijoo had grown very very strong feelings for you. You were perfect in every way, and it didn’t help that everyone around you two kept talking about how cute you were and how obvious it was you two would end up together. Everyone's comments always made you both blush and shy away, because the thought of being in an intimate relationship with someone was foreign to you. And Euijoo because it was like a form of confirmation that he had you in the bag. But entering college together and both staying in the dorms it was natural for you both to slowly separate. Why, though? Well because Euijoo became friends with his roommate Nicholas who was close to people like Kei. They were nowhere near religious, and would be considered the “perfect” example of what “sinners” are. Through them Euijoo found out about alcohol, weed, and sex. 

You were aware of this and felt uncomfortable, wanting to shy away back into your shell as Euijoo begins to indulge. And that’s why you two started to drift apart, you were decently calm with it, meanwhile Euijoo was panicking. When he noticed you were talking to him less and less, and how you were always somehow busy when he asked if you wanted to hangout. What made him slip over the edge was when he saw you talking to some other guy. A fairly attractive male who appeared to be the perfect male a little christian girl like you should be with. He snapped when he saw how you would hang out with him more and laugh at his stupid jokes instead of being near Euijoo. He would freak out and go running to his new friends, speaking at an impossible speed as he tried to catch his breath. To which Nicholas and Kei would just exchange looks of “what's this kid on?” only for Nico to nonchalantly say “well have you two fucked yet?”. Euijoo would stand there wide eyed staring at Nicholas like he had two heads instead of one and to only say “come again?”. Kei erupts into a laughing fit as he tries to catch his breath, when Nicholas repeats himself even adding “she’s technically not yours if you haven’t marked her”. Saying how he needed to ask you out first and make it official but fucking you. Nichola’s words forced Juju to blush and admit he was a virgin and how he’s pretty sure you are too. 

Expecting them to be surprised he actually grew more embarrassed as they both nodded instead and said “yeah we know”. But after their talk Euijoo grows more worried, trying to see if it’s actually the best move, and how he would even get you in that kind of position. Now this isn’t the very first time he’s thought about having you in sexual ways. His mind has been plagued with thoughts of you many times. Especially when you’re both studying alone, how he always imagined kissing you and slowly laying you down. As he played with your body in any way he wanted. How he wished to hear you squeal and moan his name and tug his hair because of how well he was eating you out. Not to mention the amount of times he’s had to excuse himself to the bathroom to get himself off because he can’t help but imagine pinning you down. Pressing his body on top of yours as he bullies his fat cock in you. Euijoo was pretty big down there, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t packing with how long and thick he was. And he’s aware of this fact, and he desperately wants to see how well you could take him. If you could handle him all at once, or would he need to train you into being able to take him. He’s thought of these way too many times that should be acceptable. But it’s different now as he now has to try and figure out the best possible way to make those fantasies come true just so he could claim you as his. 

Tags: @wonbins-black-cat @pankesitopank @lacedwithmsg

[elryuse]

Hierarchy

Pt 4 : Truth Or Dare

Y/n POV

Somehow, I found myself getting closer and closer to ryujin. Something that even shocked me. I was a nobody, I was a scholar, And even though ryujin was one of those privileged students, She didn't care to be friends with me. Day by day, My usual boring life was starting to shift. Ryujin alongside her friends would always ask me to go out together. Either eating at one of those luxurious cafes, Hanging out at the Large library, and even staying out at one of those PC bangs until late at night.

And without me realizing, I was getting closer and closer to some of the most privileged students here at jooshin high. One day, At the classroom. Ms. Han was teaching us about the ways people could play other people just by using their brain. The whole class was sternly listening to every word that comes out from Ms. Han's mouth. She explains that, One of human's biggest weaknesses is their ego. And we, as a student of Jooshin High, Must learn how to use that weakness, So that we can achieve whatever we want.

"This is how you'll earn your place at the highest level. This is how we can reach the hierarchy". Ms Han exclaimed.

As the materials were done. Ms sohee said her goodbyes, Before me and the rest of the class. We could finally take our lunch and have some time to relax. Ryujin immediately took a seat close to me, Alongside some of her friends such as Jimin, Minjeong, Yeji, and Chaewon. As they kept gossiping about the recent news and popular K-pop groups. Yeji murmured something out, Which was about the upcoming Birthday party of the Top students at Jooshin high, Which was none other than Park So-hyun.

I was hesitant at first, A large event such as this was a very new experience for me. I mean, I don't know what I should do, What I should bring, Or what I even need to go for. However, Ryujin kept begging me. As she playfully teases me, Making me blush like crazy. As I tried my best to reject her offer, Ryujin and her friends kept teasing me, And in the end, I found myself accepting their offer.

Small Timeskip

As D-Day is coming up. I was nervous as ever, I wasn't sure if my clothes were that proper. I mean, I don't even know what the dress code for this party was. All ryujin said was to wear something nice. How the fuck should I know, What's nice for them and what's not nice for them. Haishhh... It's frustrating asf. But nonetheless, I tried to wear something proper. So I decided to wear a casual piece of suit. With a nice white cotton shirt.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could only think about what sort of crazy thing would happen today. After getting done with myself, I waited for my transportation. Which was provided by ryujin. I don't know why, But this privileged student didn't really bother to buy or rent their friends some expensive lifestyle. I mean, She rented me a fucking limousine. Just for myself. Like what in the actual fuck. I'm all alone. Why the fuck would you rent me a fucking limousine? Nonetheless, I immediately got inside the limousine, before the driver drove me to the designated spot.

I could look outside my window, The huge palace that was none other than So-hyun's home. The place was huge, Filled with many abstract statues, and trees. The anticipation was palpable as I approached the grand mansion, its facade bathed in a soft, golden glow. Ryujin had been raving about the party So-hyun's was throwing, promising a night of endless fun and extravagance.

As I stepped inside the mansion, I was greeted by a breathtaking sight. The interior was adorned with lavish decorations, each room a masterpiece of opulence. It was clear that So-hyun, the queen bee of Jooshin High, had spared no expense.

Ryujin, beaming with pride, welcomed me and introduced me to her friends. I was surprised to see Wonyoung again, the girl I had met at her family's home, where I had played the piano for them. I hadn't seen her since that day, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and apprehension.

As the night wore on, the party reached a fever pitch. Music blared, laughter filled the air, and people danced with abandon. Ryujin and her friends urged me to join them, offering me shots and a small dose of drugs. I had never done any of these things before, and I was hesitant to try them. But with their encouragement, I reluctantly agreed.

As I took the shot, a wave of warmth washed over me. I felt a sense of euphoria, a carefree abandon that I had never experienced before. The drugs seemed to amplify my senses, making everything feel more intense, more alive.

Wonyoung, meanwhile, had retreated to a secluded area with So-hyun. I watched them from a distance, their faces etched with a mixture of guilt and longing. I knew they were struggling with something, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

As the night progressed, I became increasingly tipsy. Ryujin and her friends decided to play Truth or Dare with me, their laughter echoing through the room. I was game for anything, my inhibitions loosened by the alcohol.

When it was my turn, Ryujin dared me to "kiss the person who you think is the hottest and prettiest in this party." I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. I knew that Ryujin was hoping I would choose her, but my heart was elsewhere.

I walked slowly through the crowd, my eyes scanning the faces around me. Then, I saw her. Wonyoung was sitting alone in a corner, her eyes filled with sadness. Without hesitation, I walked over to her and kissed her.

The room fell silent. Everyone stared at us, their eyes wide with shock. So-hyun's face was a mask of confusion, while Ryujin's expression was one of betrayal.

I pulled away from Wonyoung, my head spinning. I realized what I had done, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I had betrayed Ryujin, and I had humiliated myself in front of everyone.

Wonyoung looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "H-how could you?" she said, her voice barely a whisper.

I tried to explain, to tell her that I didn't mean it. But the words wouldn't come. I was too ashamed, too embarrassed.

As I turned to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It Was Wonyoung. "Wait," she said. "We need to talk."

I followed her to a secluded part of the mansion. We sat down on a couch, facing each other.

"What The Fuck were you thinking," Wonyoung said. "Why The Hell would you kiss me in front of everyone"??

"I-i'm S-sorry" I answered with guilt on my shoulders.

Wonyoung took a deep breath. "What Would Happen if Everyone started to Shipped You & I together." Her voice stern and full of anger.

My heart shnked like the Titanic. I couldn't believe it. I was so stupid and drunk, That I kissed one of the most powerful students in Jooshin High. What would happen to me now.

"Now what are we gonna do?" Wonyoung asked,her voice trembling.

"I-i Don't know.. I-i'm sorry",I answer. "I was drunk as hell wonyoung... I-I didn't mean to".

"But why me?" She asked. "Why do you kiss me and not anybody else"??

"I-i Don't know," Y/n said. "I'm sorry. I was just so... lost. I didn't know what come over me"

As wonyoung and I came back from the secluded area, the air and atmosphere gets more and more intense. People were staring at us. I can only hope that luck was by my side. I hoped that nothing bad would ever happen to me. I just wished that all of those eyes stopped staring at me. As I thought I was gonna be suffocated by the amount of pressure. Someone started to walk in our direction. The sound of the elegant high heel shoes was all that I could hear.

That is until, That person approaches me, before kissing me. I was shocked, I was flabbergasted. Because that person is none other than, So-hyun. The whole crowd immediately stopped partying, As they were shocked at the sudden move. All of the students immediately let out their phone, Before they took pictures and video of me and her. What is going on. What game am I currently being played at. What's gonna happen to me.

To be continued

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Not My Boyfriend : Prologue (L.MH)

Warnings : swearing, drinking, clubbing, food, jealousy, smut (warnings under cut)

Word Count : 2.7k

⚠️Minors do not interact⚠️

Smut Warnings : unprotected, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving), names (daddy, kitten), over stimulation, breeding kink, corruption kink, i think that's it, let me know if i missed something

            She was on the dance floor, some man’s hands on her waist, holding her close. He told her his name when he first approached her, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her attention continuously drifting towards the bar where Minho was, a couple girls hanging on his every word.

            He was just a friend to her, she kept repeating to herself. A very attractive friend, but a friend, nonetheless. But she couldn’t help but steal glances in his direction, watching him entertain a group of three women. She subconsciously tries to make him jealous, whispering in the stranger’s ear, pulling away with a smile on her face.

            She had no idea that Minho had his eyes on her the entire time, barely saying anything. He has no idea why these girls are hanging onto every word when it’s clear his attention is elsewhere. He has no idea why he and Y/n are playing this game when in his mind it’s obvious that they only want each other.

            Minho watches as she leans in to whisper in the stranger’s ear and he’s turning towards the bar. Y/n sees this and her smile falls, but she tries to act unbothered. Why should it matter if she has his attention or not? They were just friends.

            She glances in his direction again but he was nowhere to be found. One of the girls was  missing too, and she felt her heart drop. She pulls out her phone to see if Minho texted her. They came together, he wouldn’t just leave without letting her know, would he? But the only messages she had were from other friends.

            The guy she’s with pulls her closer. “Should we get out of here?” He’s smirking at her when he pulls away, gesturing towards the door. Before she could say anything, someone pushes between them with a curt excuse me, and he’s pushing a drink into her hand. “Nah bro this one’s mine. Been working my magic for an hour now.”

            “If you call that working your magic, you’ll be a virgin for the rest of your life. Now get lost, because this girl is actually mine. I was just letting you have fun.” She couldn’t help but smile at Minho calling her his, but quickly shook it off, reminding herself that he was her friend, her best friend.

            “Thanks, Min.” She said, taking a sip of the drink he bought her, that she quickly realized was just a regular soda, no alcohol. Another smile was tugging at her lips at the small attention to detail, how she stops drinking alcohol after a certain time. No one else has ever paid attention to that.

            “Don’t thank me quite yet.” He said, fixing her hair for her. She just stared at him, studying his face while he was distracted. His face was seemingly chiseled for the gods, with sharp features and a panty dropping smirk. She can tell he’s been working out, easily filling out this shirt she remembers used to be baggy on him. “Enjoying the view?” He asked with a smirk, tilting her head upwards so their eyes met.

            Her face turned red as she tried to stutter out an excuse, but he just chuckled, shaking his head, telling her it was alright, that he’d been checking her out all night. “What?” Was all she could respond.

            His hand drops from her face, and she misses the contact. Until she feels both his hands on her waist. “Your dress fits you perfectly.” He says softly, but she can still hear him over the music. As if it was just the two of them in this moment, a bubble surrounding them. “Hugs your curves.” He whispers into her ear, one of his hands dipping down to her hip. “Shows off your legs.” He continues, his hand continuing further down to the hem of her dress, sitting mid thigh.

            She has no idea what is happening in this moment. No idea the feeling she has forming in the pit of her stomach. But she loves it. She doesn’t want it to stop. She wants him to keep touching her, to keep looking at her like this. And he can tell. He can tell by the look in her eyes that she wants this just as badly as he does.

            His hand inches back upwards, resting on her back, just above her ass, and he pulls her closer. “Driving me insane, kitten.” His voice is a lot deeper suddenly. And the pet name doesn’t pass her by, but she doesn’t mind it. She finds herself loving it more than she should.

            She should pull away. They’re just friends.

            She wraps her arms around his neck, smiling at him. “Wasn’t a long drive, daddy.” She whispers the name in his ear to gauge his reaction. He smirks, trying to keep calm, but she can see him slowly losing his composure.

            The hand that was placed on her back slowly inches down, now resting on her ass. He gives it a quick squeeze, a tiny squeal falling from her lips. “A preview of the sounds I can elicit out of you.”

            She should step away, remind him that they are just friends.

            One hand begins to trace shapes on his chest, but her eyes stayed locked on his. She cocked her head to the side, a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. “You’ve been in the house with me while I was being fucked, you know I’m quiet. You think you can be the one to make me vocal?”

            His grip tightens for a second in jealousy, remembering the men she used to bring to the home they share together. The sounds he heard were only ever from the men, and he knew he could do a much better job. If she gave him a chance, he could show her what it’s like to not have to masturbate after sex just to cum. “I’ll be the one to make you scream.” He answers honestly. “You’ll be screaming my name before I even get my cock out.” He whispers in her ear before pressing a soft kiss underneath.

            She should put it a stop to it all. Tell Minho to pretend this never happened.

            “Prove it.” She says. “Make me scream, daddy.”

~

            Everything moves quickly. They’re out of the club in a flash, and next thing she knows, he’s placing her on her bed. His movements are slightly sloppy, struggling a bit to get them both naked. It’s something he’s been waiting so long for, and now that it’s so close, he doesn’t want to waste another second.

            Her dress falls to the floor and she crawls back on the bed, laying on her back just for him. It’s a sight to behold. A sight in many of his fantasies. He stands at the foot of the bed, his dick in his hand, rubbing himself as he takes in the view. She licks her lips as she takes in his naked body standing in front of her. “Want some help?” She asks softly, getting to her knees and crawling closer to him.

            The innocence in her eyes and pout on her lips as him groaning. He knows she’s slept with other men. He’s heard their moans behind the very door he’s currently behind. Knows she’s very experiences, probably more than he is. But she’s looking up at him with a look in her eyes with screams inexperienced, and he could cum just by looking at it.

            He doesn’t let her know that, though. Decides to keep that to himself for now. Instead he takes a step forward and grips her hair in his hand, and he tells her to open up. He lets her set the pace to start. Allows her to learn what makes him feel good, what drives him crazy. Watches as she wraps her mouth around his cock, looking up at him.

            After a few minutes, he grips her hair again, setting the pace himself, making her take all of him. He watches her eyes well up with tears as she chokes on his dick, and he feels himself get so close to cumming before he pulls out. “Your turn.” He says with a smirk, pushing her back on the bed before grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer to him. “Been dying to have a taste.”

            His movement are fast just like they were earlier. Sloppy but with reason. He starts with his fingers before diving in with his tongue. Periodically, he glances up at her face to see if he’s hitting the right spot. Her breathing picks up, and her hips are bucking upwards, quiet whines are falling from her lips. It’s music to his ears. She doubted his abilities, and he’s going to prove her wrong.

            She cums, but he does not stop. He holds her hips down against the bed, not allowing them to buck upwards. She’s gripping his hair, pulling it just hair enough it that it feels good. “Stop holding back. Let me hear you or I won’t fuck you tonight.” He demands before going back to eating her out. He buries two fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit the g spot.

            Her walls clench around her fingers as she cums for a second time, and he still doesn’t stop. Still holding her hips against the bed, her head swivels from side to side as her whines get louder. He adds a third fingers and she lets out a small yelp. His name falls off her lips like a mantra she can’t stop repeating. It gets louder and louder the closer she gets to her third orgasm. He fucked his fingers into her faster, his tongue circling around her clit. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her third orgasm caused a scream to escape her lips.

            He let her hips free, and they were immediately bucking upwards as she came down from  her high. But he didn’t let her rest for long before thrusting his dick inside of her, sucking her juices of his fingers, before kissing her, telling her to taste herself.

            She felt so good around him, almost as if she was made for his dick and his dick only. He couldn’t get enough, starting off slow so he could feel every inch of him go inside her. He admired her body as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. Played with her nipples between his fingertips, pressing soft kisses to her body.

            He didn’t know when he’d be able to get her like this, so he wanted to savour every second. Saving her body to his memory, tracing every curve with his eyes. He’d worship every part of her if she’d let him. Kiss the parts she hates. Whisper how beautiful she is while he makes her cum on his dick.

            “Faster.” She whines through her heavy breathing. And he’s whipped for her so he can’t say no. He gives her exactly what she wants. His thumb circles around her clit as he thrusts faster, harder, every time she tells him to. He can tell he’s not going to last much longer and goes to pull out, but she stops him. “Cum inside me please. I have an IUD.” Even if she didn’t, he would have.

            He’s had many dreams where he gets to cum inside her. Many fantasies that he touches himself to where she lets him fuck her full of his cum. Gets to watch as it falls out of her before fingering it back into her. Claiming her in such an intimate way has him almost cumming immediately.

            He has to pause for a second to get his mind back on track, and to stop from cumming immediately. Her hips keep moving, practically fucking herself with his dick, and he loves how desperate she is for him. Whining that she’s so close, to keep going.

            He grips her hips as he pounds into her, giving everything he has. It’s silent leading up to her fourth orgasm of the night. Her screams are caught in her throat, and her mouth hangs open, no sound to be heard. Until the orgasm hits. She screams out the word fuck so loud she’s sure the neighbours heard.

            He’s not far behind, cumming inside her like she asked him. He watches as it slides out when he pulls his dick out. And then he thrusts inside her again. “Gotta make sure it stays in.” He grunts. His hands are still on her hips, keeping her in place as he fucks his cum inside her.

            She’s gripping the sheets, curse words fall from her lips as she gets closer and closer to another orgasm. There’s no doubt in her mind now that the neighbours are hearing every single thing. But a noise complaint is the last thing on her mind right now.

            Her entire body is shaking as she cums again. Minho pulls out and he a places a soft kiss on her forehead. He tries to ignore how hot she looks fucked out like this. Cock drunk on his cock. He’s dreamed of this, but the real thing is so much better. “Wait here. I’m going to draw you a bath and get you something to eat and drink.” He says softly, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead.

            She lays there just like he said, thinking to herself. Wondering how this is going to change things between them. She watches as he walks to the bathroom to start the bath, and then heading towards the kitchen to grab her a snack and a drink. And she knows she’s fucked, figuratively and literally.

            She’s always seen Minho as a friend. Moved in with him because he’s practically her other half. But now that she knows what his lips feel like. Now that she knows what it’s like to be fucked by him. She doesn’t think she can ever see him as just a friend again.

            She smiles when Minho comes back into view. He picks her up from the bed and carries her to the bath, where he’s set up her laptop, and a snack tray with a glass of juice. “You spoil me.” She says softly, looking at all the effort he put in for her.

            “This is nothing.” He replies nonchalantly. “Enjoy.” He pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she settled into the bath, and then retreated back to his room. Locking the door, he quickly got into bed, closing his eyes, and reliving what just happened, his hand rubbing his dick.

            Now that he’s had her, he doesn’t think he can be with anyone else, or see her with anyone else. Her pussy feels too good around his cock, like it was made only for him. His hand is terrible in comparison to the real thing, but he can’t help himself. He’s insatiable when it comes to her.

            He thinks about her on her knees for him. Thinks about cumming inside her. Thinks about her looking up at him so innocently. The way she looked completely fucked out when he was done. Her makeup smudged, her hair a mess.

            His breathing picks up as he gets closer to another orgasm. He grunts as he feels it get closer and closer, but nothing is working. He remembers the feeling of her wrapped around him. Remembers the taste of her on his tongue. The way his name sounds falling from her lips.

            “Minho?” He hears her calling from the bathroom. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he cums at her voice. Specifically her voice calling out his name.

            “Yes, kitten?” He responds practically on instinct, remembering how she liked it earlier. He could hear the smile on her face when she asked for help out of the bath and into bed. And she sounded so innocent, so sweet, how he could he deny her?  

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Dick had never known fear like this in his life. It had been eating away at him for over a month now, invading his every thought, his every dream. Everywhere he looked, there it was, almost as if it were taunting him.

And you were absolutely no help at all. You laughed at his pain, giggling under your breath every time he would lay in bed to sing his woes to you. “Why don't you just call them? It doesn't have to be such a big deal.”

“It is a big deal!” Dick whined into your neck. He was laying on his front, his broad chest pressed to your ribs carefully, over-aware of not putting any pressure on your stomach. “This is a huge deal! It's world changing! I don't see how you aren't freaking out over this too.”

You gently scratched his scalp, messing up his back hair. “I know it's big Dickie, remember we had a good cry about it together. But your family will love you no matter what and I bet they'll be even more excited than we are.” He hummed against your skin, nuzzling even further into your hold.

“I mean mom has been dropping hints for a while.” You smiled and laid a kiss to the top of his head.

“I know babe, we have lunch every week.” 

—————

“What are you doing here Grayson?” Damian stood with his arms crossed as he blocked his older brother from entering the house.

“Can't I visit my family?” He chuckled, pushing past the small boy easily. Damian trailed behind him, green eyes fixated on the large duffle bag hanging over his shoulder. 

“Not without your girlfriend. Have you broken up?” He asked bluntly. Dick scoffed in return. 

“No. She's at work right now.” As they entered Bruce's office, Dick opened up the elevator to the cave, knowing mostly everyone would be down there as evening began to fall over Gotham.

“Why the bag then?” He poked the dark canvas almost resentfully. 

“Be patient baby bird. All good things come to those who wait.” They stepped into the elevator side-by-side, Dick shifting the bag to his other shoulder so Damian wouldn't be tempted to try and open it. Damian just glared at him for that.

The doors opened to reveal his family all dressed for a 'night out'. His mother saw him first, visibly lighting up as she spotted him. “Little bird! We weren't expecting you tonight!” Immediately she abandoned her husband in favour of coddling her eldest. 

The others scoffed as she fussed over him even though she did the same for them. “Well I thought I would drop by and drop off some presents from Dove and I.” 

Jason's head popped up from behind his bike, a smear of grease on his pale cheek indicating that he was once again tinkering with the motorcycle. “Presents?”

Dick smirked, of course that got his attention. ”Yes, presents. So c'mon, gather up.” Soon he was surrounded by his family, each with a very different emotion on their face. Bruce was suspicious, Tim was almost disinterested, Jason excited, Damian annoyed and his mother curious but with a knowing gleam in her eye.

Quickly, he pulled out five small and horribly wrapped gifts and distributed them to the group. “Now with these gifts, you're gonna have to give them back in a few months but I doubt you'll have any trouble doing that.” 

“Chum, what do you have planned?” Bruce raised a greying brow at him but Dick just shrugged.

“Just open the damn presents.” He whipped out his phone to record their reactions.

Of course his mother was the first to get it, squealing with delight as the small onesie with 'Nana is my favourite superhero' embroidered on it was pulled from the wrapping paper. Then it was Jason who held the black onesie with the iconic red bat on the front like his uniform. He just smiled, his hands tightening on the delicate fabric, only just holding back tears of happiness.

Then it was Bruce. Excitement seemed to explode around him as he gave a belly laugh that Dick had only heard once or twice in his life, showing his wife the Batman onesie in his present. Tim realised a moment after his father, his eyes going wide as he pulled out a Red Robin version of the baby outfit.

And finally, Dick turned the camera on his youngest brother who was stock still and almost glaring at the fabric that was adorned with his moniker. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose twitched like a bunny's. “Why did you buy this for me? It is far too small for me to wear.” 

“It isn't for you really, it's for someone else.” That seemed to anger the young Robin even more.

“Then why did you say it was a present for me?” He snapped but Dick simply chuckled.

“Well, I'm giving it to you now so you can give it to your niece in 4 months.” His mother and father gasped as Jason gave a hearty 'fuck yeah!'. 

“Niece?” His voice was softer now but still held some confusion in his tone. Dick handed his phone to Tim who kept recording, as Dick kneeled to be level with his brother.

“Yeah Damian, your niece. Dove and I are having a baby. A little girl to be exact.” He placed a huge hand on his small shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “The onsie is for her when she's born.”

His mouth closed slowly before opening once more. “I'm going to be an uncle?” Dick nodded. “And it's a girl?” His smile was Damian's answer.

He looked back down at his hands, a small smile growing on his face. “I guess that's acceptable.” Dick tugged him in for a quick hug before he was forcefully ripped away and pulled into his mom and dad's arms. Jason and Tim quickly joined in, equally as excited.

But then Damian got a strange look on his face. “Father, where do babies come from?”

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What would Toby do with a person with Lyra's exact appearance? Let's say they also have a similar personality. (Of course there would be no comparison)

I don't know how Toby would take it or what he would do and I'm really curious, seriously, I'm crazy.

WHY DO YOU GIVE ME ALL THESE SAD ASS ASKS OH MY GOD MY SHAYYYLAAA

Alright, I seriously fucking love this ask though, like so, so, so much. Thank you Anon for breaking my heart. I, too, am crazy about Toby and Lyra's relationship.

Content/Warnings; car accidents, mentions of abuse, alcohol, death, detailed descriptions of corpses, blood, brain matter, globe luxation (eyes popping out of sockets), vomit, bruises, stuttering, murder.

I guess to start this shit off, we better go back in time a little to talk about their relationship as siblings during the time Lyra was alive.

Their parents were deadbeat. I'll say it over and over again. Now don't get me wrong, Connie hated seeing her children living in poverty and being abused by their father, but you gotta remember Connie was a victim too. Abusive relationships SUCK and it's even worse when there are children involved because it makes it so much harder leaving. Did Connie allow the abuse to happen? On some times, yes, she did - because a part of her really believed that she loved this man, she wanted things to work and kids were.. well, they deserve a little slap here and again, right? I see a bitterness between Lyra and Connie because Lyra gets so angry at the fact that Connie sits and allows this to happen. Now when big fights did break out, like punching, screaming, things smashing and the cops being called, Connie did step in and try to calm her husband. Unfortunately, her husband was a heavy drinker and his father abused him, so drinking is his coping method to deal with his own abuse and trauma.

Due to having such an absent and useless mother, Lyra stood up and took the role to care for Toby at the young age. In fact, when Connie announced she were pregnant with Toby, Lyra cried so much because she knew how shit their family life was and it was unfair to bring a baby up in a situation they get no say in.

Lyra would dress Toby for school, make breakfast and ensured they both got the school bus on time. (During the time he still attended public schooling.)

She would 100% defend him in situations at school the best she could. Lyra wasn't particularly popular either, so really she took most the verbal abuse directed toward her brother.

After Toby got pulled for home schooling, she'd always feel so disgustingly anxious being on that school bus alone - without him.

She'd call the home phone almost every hour making sure he was okay.

Thankfully their father worked at a factory during the day, so she knew Toby was okay with their Mom who was a stay at home.

Despite everything, she was a bubbly and happy character, mostly because as she got older she got more freedom to stay away from home.

Lyra was a bit of a party animal, very social and had a nice group of friends.

She would not come back home for times on end, preferring to sleep on the couch at a friends just to avoid home.

But then she felt too guilty leaving Toby alone and would come back.

On the weekends, Lyra would take Toby with her to hang out with her friends! Her friends loved Toby, despite his tics.

They'd hang out at the mall a lot, which actually secured Lyra her first little job working in a clothing store her friend also worked at.

Which meant she earnt money to spoil Toby.

Like taking him to the arcades, bowling.

They went to the cinema once, which was a bad mistake because they came home too late and their father was still awake.

"Lyra.. are yo-oo..u awake?" Called a soft voice, a voice that lingered by the frame of her door. The light from the hallway illuminated the figure, casting shadows over her body that was outstretched on her bed. It was a familiar voice, a voice that made her turn almost instantly to glance over at the little brunette who was lingering by the door, his fingers hooked around the wood. Her door was only open a fraction but softly it pushed open a little, allowing more light to enter her dark room. She sat up, her fingers caressing the bare mattress below her as she forced a welcoming smile. It wasn't that she was unhappy or annoyed by Toby's presence, of course not - it was just the ache in her head that almost pulsated around her skull as she sat up.

"Hey you, no, I'm actually asleep," she teased softly, stifling her chuckle as she pulled her knees up close to her chest. It was always so cold in this house.

"Oh, should I go?" Toby replied much softer than before, already pulling away from the doorframe and descending back into the hallway.

Lyra rolled her eyes and scrunched up her brows. "Go?" she repeated, tilting her head to the side a little. The pain vibrated around her head, squeezing her skull and holding her brain captive. The pain was only temporary. "What's wrong?" she asked after a beat, wanting to capture his attention before he disappeared quietly down the creaky hall. Silence loomed over the two of them as Toby glanced back at Lyra, his brows twisted in concern as his fingers fiddled with the hem of his shirt anxiously.

"Did he-he-h... he hh-hurt you bad?" Toby finally spoke, those words so harsh despite the innocence in his voice. His words weighed heavy, so heavy even that her shoulders dropped a little at the question. Toby shouldn't have seen that, admittedly it was her fault for bringing them home so late.

So, with a little scoff, she shook her head softly although instinctively, her hand raised against the little bump on her head. It had stopped bleeding, thankfully, but the cut and bruise still felt fresh and raw. "No," she sounded convincing. "See? I'm fine." Lyra lied through her teeth, no, she wasn't fine.

Toby wasn't convinced and before he spoke, a grunt coming from their parents room frightened him closer toward Lyra's bed. She outstretched her arms out toward him a little, accepting him and acting as a barrier for any of his worries and fears. "He's asleep," Lyra reassured him and herself, her voice nothing but a whisper and Toby quietly climbed onto her bed. When did Toby get so big? A lump in her throat formed just looking at him.

His brown eyes darted toward her outstretched arms and he hesitated before slowly leaning his body against her own. It wasn't a proper hug, oh dear, no, Toby was too big for those now apparently but Lyra was satisfied to have him close to her regardless. Only if it were nothing but a shoulder.

-

Now, obviously we are aware that Lyra died in a car crash and I just HC that she reason she swerved and crashed into that tree was because she saw Slender on the road and it startled her so much. Toby always thought that it were a deer or something she tried to avoid - he knew how much she loved her animals.

-

"So, anyway, I told Abby that Jason was obviously just going after her because its Jason, he goes after everyone in school! But Abby didn't believe me and now she's all upset and mad at everyone but not Jason for breaking her heart?" Lyra groaned, hands gripped securely around the steering wheel as she vented away to her younger brother who sat behind her in the passenger seat. He was always a good listener and Lyra secretly knew he loved hearing all this gossip. For a brief moment, she glanced at the rear view mirror to Toby. He was exceptionally quiet today, arms crossed over his chest as he gazed aimlessly out the window. Her lips pursed at the sight, curiosity at what could possibly be plaguing her brother's mind? "Hey, you listening?" she asked, shooting occasional glances between the road and the brunette in the back.

Toby's brows furrowed for a moment, almost in irritation before his gaze softened upon connecting with Lyra. It wasn't often her looked at her in such a way and she raised a brow slightly, watching as closely as she could while also focusing on the road ahead.

The road ahead was quiet, no traffic, just them and the forest that surrounded them. The faint mumble of the radio, Lyra's music of course - Paramore more notably playing.

"Yeah," Toby choked out slowly, clearing his throat and shuffling in his seat as he tried to rearrange his thoughts and remember what Lyra was even blabbering about prior. She knew he were lying though and narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, although she were just teasing.

"Liar," she pointed an index finger up at him before chuckling a short chuckle. Toby's lip curled a little at the corner but other than that, he remained quiet. Lyra knew Toby wasn't himself, not anymore, sure he was getting older and moodier - but his mental health played a lot into that too.

"I'm ssorry, j-just thinking about th-"

"What the fuck?!"

The smell of gas burned within his nostrils as he awoke to nothing but a fuzzy haze. Whatever the fuck happened, he wasn't sure, but now the car was flipped upside down. He blinked once, twice, trying to make sense of things as he glanced up. His blood coated the interior roof of the car, shit he must've cut his head up pretty bad - thankfully he couldn't feel shit though. The radio was still playing, filling the silence as the indicators ticked and the car groaned with each move Toby made.

"You are the only exception, you are the only exception~" the radio continued to play Paramore and sat atop the roof was Lyra's IPod that was still connected.

"Lyra-" Toby grumbled groggily as he went to reach out to the tuffs of blonde that poked out from beside the airbag. His seatbelt, still secured, restricted him and he fought against it for a moment as his main focus was on his sister. "Lyra, speak to me-" he grumbled through gritted teeth as his hands helplessly began to find the buckle of his belt, clicking it out and dropping him down onto the roof of the car with a loud thud. He could feel the air thickening around him as he tried to navigate around the carnage, upside down to help his sister. His heart was beating a million beats per second as he army crawled as close as he could to Lyra, the whole bonnet of the car practically enveloping a tree in a cold, metallic hug.

"Lyra," he repeated through gritted teeth, holding his breath at the thought of being alone out here in a wrecked car, his anxiety clawing at his very skin as he slowly craned his head around to the drivers seat. "Please talk to me, please-" he begged softly, hand reaching out slowly to brush a tuff of her blonde hair away from her face.

Lyra remained motionless, unresponsive and Toby hoped and begged and prayed to any God that perhaps she was just unconscious. "Wake up, Lyra, come on- you have to wake up now-" he began, his shaky hand making its way to her shoulder to shake her softly. The sister was limp and only moved softly from his violent shaking.

Her head was pressed against the airbag, her blood crimson red compared to the white of the bag. He could hear the insane amount of blood gushing from her and onto the pedals below her which made him almost heave. With one final push on her shoulder, her head fell toward his direction and her blonde hair fell down from her face, exposing the horror before him.

Her face, her beautiful face, untouched one side and her skull caved in on the other. The brain matter that ran down her face, her eye that was almost bulging out from her socket. The inside of her skull was empty, the rest of her brain had slipped out and fallen down her shoulder and torso. Her mouth hung agape, her other intact eye half lidded but her iris still enlarged in the shock she endured before the crash. Her torso was also caved in but her ribs poked out through her skin, exposing her vital organs through her blood soaked, cotton tank top.

Toby could only scream as he scrambled back into the passenger seat, desperately trying to get away from his sister. His hands grabbed helplessly at anything that could push him further away from Lyra, his fingers grazing the glass beneath him and slicing his skin open. His screaming was interrupted by the sudden urge to vomit as he clamped a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stop the flow of acid, although it were already spewing past his blood fingertips. Choking and spluttering on the warmth of his vomit, he hacked up and spat out the rest of the taste that remained in his mouth before clutching a handful of his clothing within the fist of his hand.

"No, no, no, please, Lyra, no-" he sobbed helplessly against hitched breaths, trying to make sense of this nightmare. That perhaps this wasn't real, it couldn't be because how could he live without her? So, slowly, plucking up any courage he could find, he crept back toward Lyra and gently caressed her cheek. She was still warm. "Stop messing, Lyra, you can- you can- can- can get up now! Wake up! Wake the fuck up!" he was yelling at the corpse, shaking her violently before collapsing onto her lap. He didn't care about the blood nor brain, he wanted her to hug him again.

Toby cried into her lap, taking her arm and forcing it around him as he cuddled her corpse. Laying there for hours until a passer-by came across them.

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Alright, you guys have the feels?! Now, back to the ask. After this traumatic event, how would Toby feeling seeing someone that looked like Lyra? And, oof, punch in the gut, this person also having the exact same personality? Yikes.

At first, he wouldn't believe it. He would either think its an hallucination or that he's dreaming because he knows that she is dead, shit, he saw it himself. Honestly, at first I think he'd be a little angry because it's like all that grief and trauma came and just slapped him right there and then.

He'd accuse this person and lash out, saying things like. "You think this is funny?!" "What are you doing?!" Just really bitter and mean, mostly a mechanism to try and cope really. He'll think this is a whole ploy to try and trick him or something.

There'd also be a part of him that really craves being embraced by this person too, like he wants to caress their cheek and touch their hair. Like he genuinely cannot believe that this is real.

Then once that anger has simmered down, he'd bite back the tears. Stepping away and going nonverbal, disappearing for a couple months to try and 'forget.' He'd cry like a little bitch too, calling himself stupid for leaving in the first place.

Then he'd come back, either really dissociated or really attached to this person. He'd crave their attention, despite it being so bittersweet and he'll be angry if this person says something that Lyra wouldn't say, you know?

NOW

If we are talking about a VICTIM HE WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL LOOKING LIKE LYRA- shit, that's a different story.

At first he'd hesitated, the hatchet motionless above his head, mid-swing as she stares down at the girl before him. Crying, sobbing and he would literally stop working. He wouldn't know what to do, he would freeze and just stand there staring at her in disbelief. Then he'd drop the hatchet with a loud clutter and fall to his knees before the girl, his shoulders and body shaking as muffled sobs begin to emerge from him.

This girl, who nearly just fucking died, could do two things. Knock him the fuck out or comfort him thinking that maybe it would spare her life. I think depending on what she does, if she were to comfort him, Toby would probably either push her away or embrace her touch and cry into her lap. If she were to attempt to knock him out, I think it would stir him a little back to life and he'd quickly just jump into action in an attempt to control himself and the situation.

Now obviously, he will NOT murder her. No, he couldn't - so he grabs his things and leave. Which is so, so, so bad and could get him into so much shit with Slender but I think in that moment, he doesn't care.

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I guess this could be considered more of a genuine question-??

But does anybody know why there's this opinion or take (I guess?) that 2012 April was hesitant to express her true feelings / properly reject 2012 Donnie and Casey because she was worried that everybody would stop talking to her or hate her because of her choice? It would be especially helpful if it's coming from somebody who actually shares this specific headcanon / interpretation !

This is a concept I've seen every now and again (Mainly in fanfictions-), and personally I find it very confusing- I'm not saying that the actual dilemma of it doesn't make sense, because I know that's a realistic scenario that can happen to people, especially girls / women-! But I feel like in the context of 2012, I don't exactly understand why people would have this take with April? Disregarding the fact that April blatantly encourages this weird dynamic with Casey and Donnie from time to time because these writers are idiotic and don't know how to write teenage girls at all, we see April speak her mind a lot in the show and not reflect on it or stress about the consequences of doing that whatsoever. The main cast of characters rarely question April or give her any pushback either (And when they do, they're often painted as the one in the wrong in that situation-). While I understand Donnie was very off-putting in the sense that he rarely would take, "No." for an answer (Often times pivoting or redirecting his approach instead of actually stopping the behavior- I mean, did you see his plan to get April to hang out with him in Season 1? 💀 Lmao), I still don't see how this would deter April from being blunt about rejecting his advances?? I don't see how this would have prevented her from being as vocal as she usually is about her opinions or stance on something.

I feel like the writers didn't do this because it obviously would put more of a spotlight on the fact that Donnie was a huge creep and blatantly misogynistic towards her many times- Not to mention the fact that his entire character felt like an incel self insert that everyone *had to feel sorry for". 💀

There's also the fact that his Brothers were discouraging his crush on April more than they were encouraging it, making fun of him a lot of the time / making jokes at Donnie's expense. So I don't understand why April would get some kind of push back or face some form of ostracisation from the group as a whole if Donnie's brothers weren't even that encouraging of this relationship pursue in the first place-?? Not to mention the fact that Master Splinter / his Father even seemed to be on April's side here, given that he tried to communicate to Donnie that he can't force April to like him back in S2 EP 4, "Mutagen Man Unleashed"-

In regards to Casey, I really don't know why that would be the case either-?? Not only did he have that whole story in S2 EP 6, "Target: April O'Neil" about his best friend since childhood Nick ending their friendship over something so stupidly inconsequential, with Casey openly accepting that decision even though it hurt his feelings- But the pushiest he ever really got (in my opinion) was his introductory episode ("Mutagen Man Unleashed"-)? Sure he still had a few moments about hugging and physical closeness with April (A boundary she clearly established-), but these moments are a lot more spaced out throughout the show compared to Donnie's + Casey never gets to the same level as Donnie when it comes to his interest in April romantically- At least, from my perspective (And again, I'm technically disregarding it for the sake of this argument, but April did have her flirtatious moments with him- Something she didn't have with Donnie at all. Sure April would give Donnie cheek kisses and hugs, but she wouldn't flirt with him in the same way she would flirt with Casey- You know what I mean?).

It's honestly not that big of a deal, I just find myself being very confused when people choose to go this route in their personal / fanon 2012 works with April-? I'm not saying it couldn't have been a better way to approach April's lack of making a decision when it came to those two, because it honestly could have been. It would have been at least more understandable and relatable to some people than April just stringing them along for no specific reason and being incredibly hot and cold about her feelings towards them (Again, for no specific reason- Other than the writers not wanting to commit to anything for the sake of "teenage drama" I guess- Lmao). So this was more of a genuine inquiry about the subject ! 😭👍✨