#and hanging out and having fun and doing paid work really managed to make me feel a bit better

[mishkakagehishka]

Socialisation is key, i really am just like a bunny

[yoitsjay]

batboys and brat taming reader who is their best friend(whom they treat like a sugar baby) 👀

The wording confused me a little bit but I think I got it-

I'll take care of you.

Summary: your a brat, a best friend, and a pampered little whore. What else could you want?

Warnings: alluding to smut but none written, spoiling you rotten

Bruce Wayne:

You had known ol’ Brucie a long time. You liked to think of your friendship with him as quite stereotypical. A rich kid who befriends the poor, lowlife kid of a criminal who somehow managed to go to Gotham Academy.

Ever since you were children Bruce always took care of you, he supported you in whatever career path you chose, and when things didn't work out, you could always fall back on him and he would deal with it all. He'd offer multiple times for you to come live at the manor with him but you refused every time. (the bratty part of you just wanted to rile him up and see when he'd snap)

As you two got older, your friendship never wavered, in fact it only got stronger… and that's when the benefits really attached itself to the friends label. Bruce began refusing no for an answer, especially after a really rough run in with one of your abusive exes. He dragged your ass to the manor and set you up with a room, he started paying off any debts you owed, and he got you anything and everything you could ever want.

Yet you were still a brat… he could handle it though, because in the end he knew that your loyalty was his, and he would never betray that trust. He never wanted to lose you.

Dick Grayson:

Whether you were a family friend, or some stranger he saved / met on the street, you and Dick had become really close friends in such a short amount of time. You were both bratty in a way, and each had your fair share of breakups that you could complain about to each other.

You and Dick had a routine where you'd get together after each breakup, either at his house or at yours. You would show up with ice cream, snacks and other things.

and by the end of the night he'd have his cock shoved up your cunt, or your mouth and you both let out your frustrations.

Dick also spoiled the shit out of you. He paid your bills, and was more than happy to do so, he also bought you whatever you wanted, similar to Bruce, and you didn't even have to ask for half the things that he gifted you.

You didnt concider yourself a sugar baby, not until your friends were gossiping about Dick, and told you that he either wanted you to be his girlfriend, or he wanted to keep fucking you, so he spoiled you to gain favor.

either way you shrugged. “And in the end my bills are paid, i have no debt, and i'm happy and have an awesome friend. Sugar baby, girlfriend, I'm taken care of either way.” You told them, and they just laughed and carried on.

In terms of brattiness, he's the brat, always whining, clawing at you for attention, you gotta put that boy on a leash just to get a break, though you found a way to get him to do what you want…

just a spread of the legs.

Jason Todd:

He has no time for brats, he's a busy man, and he could easily have anyone else to have fun with, but he wanted you, wanted to hang out with you. You were Jason’s friend for who knows how long, so he learned how to deal with your attitude long ago.

Food, most of the time, more often than not, something shoved in your mouth… like his fingers… or his cock.

Just something to suck on, that's all you needed to be satisfied.

Though, he always goes out of his way to make you feel good too, maybe he doesn't spoil you with material items, i feel like Jason is a bit more sentimental, so instead he takes you out to nice restaurants, amusement parks, rage rooms lazer tag- anything and anywhere as long as he gets to spend time with you.

He has no need for a girlfriend either, because he has you, his best friend that he gets to fuck- whats better than that.

Tim Drake:

You're his assistant at Wayne Enterprises, you had been working under him for the past couple of years, since you were about 16 and started your internship there. You both went to the Academy too, so it was easy for you and Tim to fall into a routine together. He'd come to your place and pick you up every morning, you'd get coffee then go to school on the weekdays, then when you worked on the weekends he would come pick you up again, and instead you'd go to work.

You were and are the best damn assistant he's ever had, you had a fiery spirit and didn't let anyone talk down to you, you made people see you as an equal, always. Even Bruce appreciated the way you stood up for yourself and those around you.

You were also attentive to all of Tim’s needs. Yeah that's what an assistant did, but you did way more. And because of the things you did, he would give you constant pay raises, or bonuses for your hard work… Then he started picking up little nick nacks that he knew you liked, he started paying attention to your coffee order, and he'd go buy you coffee.

Best part was, you didn't even notice that he was spoiling you, but your coworkers sure did, and they started the gossip train about you being Tim’s sugar baby.

When it finally reached yours and Tim’s ears, you kind of gave each other a look from across the office.

And then you fell into another rhythm… every day at 2 o’clock during his facetime meeting, you'd be under his desk…

if you could make him break, he’d give you his black card.

This was an arrangement you could get behind.

Damian Wayne:

For some reason you caught his eye. Don't worry, it baffled him too. He didn't understand why he found you so exhilarating.

He hated it.

He talked to you, but he'd degrade you,make fun of you, every chance he got, but he'd always use it as an excuse to get close to you.

When it was time for the senior dance, he found out that you had a few guys asking for you to be their date.

He didn't like that.

One day in the hallway, he walked up to you and he practically shoved you into the lockers. “your going to be my date to senior prom.” He demanded.

You stared at him, an unimpressed look across your face. He stammered. “I- i mean…will- will you go to senior prom with me?” he corrected his sentence-

corrected his sentence! what have you done to him?? This cold, bratty batboy, the richest kid in gotham- and he was groveling at your feet from just one look on your face.

You've reduced him to- to… a simp.

Blasphemy.

Tag list:

All: @francesfarhadi @only-my-unexistent-fiances

Batfam:

BW: @ilaiise

DG: @ilaiise

JT: @ilaiise

TD: @ilaiise

DW: @ilaiise

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the Justice League’s computer intelligence

Justice League x reader

warnings:

a/n: THANKS BABE. this is such an old request i am so freaking sorry

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I would like to request a Justice League (DC Extended Universe) + Reader who is sort of their 'Person in the Chair' - helping behind the scenes to keep their weapons/powers/skillset in tact, but is not afraid to fight back if necessary? I would like these to be a set of headcanons, please? Thank you and Happy Writing! P.S. You're writing is incredible!”

you and alfred got along well

“glad i’m not the only one doing the grunt work anymore” -alfred

“and i was under the impression you loved this job” -you, sarcastically

you could frequently be found switching between important sites that actually helped during missions and reddit

“alfred hang on i want your opinion on this: ‘am i the asshole for trying on my bosses suit? i (25m) work with some pretty famous people and my boss (45m) has a really cool suit. it’s a little stiff but i think i like it. anyways, there’s a matching hat (if you will) and it smells AWFUL, so i sprayed it with febreeze but it only made it worse—’” -you

“hang on. this cant be…” -alfred

“HOW DID YOU FIND MY REDDIT ACCOUNT?!” -barry, over comms

“your name is scarletspeedster, and we’ve been trying to wash that febreeze smell from the cowl for weeks.” -you

“my god, barry. next time, just use an old suit” -alfred

“really?!” -barry

“no” -you and alfred

you do a lot of gadget/weapon design with JL members

“it’s acceptable” -bruce

“wow, thanks” -you

“it’s…it’s good work. i mean it” -bruce

diana sits with you and tells you stories, sometimes theyre very informational

“so if you ever do end up fighting, you’re going to want to craft a very nice sword for yourself. i know you’re good at that, you’ll do just fine” -diana

barry nerds out with you sometimes

he gets real excited when he sees you designing stuff on the computer

and tries to be helpful

“wind resistance might be a problem with this design, you should go sleeker” -barry

“hey, barry? if you don’t let me do my job im gonna design a tool specifically to shut you up” -you

“harsh!” -barry

“sorry, maybe a little too far. but let me work” -you

arthur wanted cooler clothes

“can i get you some material from atlantis so you can make me a nicer suit?” -arthur

“only if you bring me extra so i can have fun with it” -you

“not a problem for the king, its a deal” -arthur

clark didn’t really need/want much

but he was a great help when testing new weapons and suits

“can you just…laser vision that target right ahead. new suit material” -you

“yeah, stand back” -clark

it held for a good 20 seconds

“better than i thought” -you

you were their eyes in the sky on missions

directions, lookout, enemies, obstacles, detours, you name it

and yeah, maybe victor could also do a great deal of this stuff, but you got to do it behind the scenes and you actually got paid pretty well for it

but occasionally you did ask him for tech support

“victor, the batcomputer froze” -you

“i know, i did that on purpose” -vic

“can you unfreeze it so i can see what’s going on?” -you

“what’s the password?” -vic

*sigh* “ilovevicstone123” -you

diana let you spar with her sometimes

which honestly scared you every time bc you know she could kill you if she wanted to (but you knew she would never)

(but she could)

you’d never be apart of the justice league, which was very okay with you because you loved being behind the scenes and not being shot at

and so long and you had tea with alfred while the rest of them were kicking ass, you’d manage

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @deanzboyfriend // @zoeyserpentluck // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[notyourhetloki]

sharing is caring (Logan x Reader x Wade)

Reader: they/them (gender neutral)

/NSFW Logan x Reader x Wade/

A/N: Hey I'm back in my Marvel era!!! Just a quickie "porn without much plot" fic because I'm obsessed with these men… they don't kiss in this one but I'm already working on a sequel ;) anyway, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Use of (y/n), oral sex (m! receiving).

Word Count: 2k

—

Being Deadpool and Wolverine's neighbor was much more peaceful than you'd imagined... aside from the constant bickering you could hear from the walls, of course.

You met Wade first when you had just moved in, boxes splayed across the hall as you moved them into your apartment one by one. He offered a hand, and you gladly accepted it. "Let me help you with that, gorgeous."

On that same night, you almost bumped into Logan as he strutted his way to his door. He held you by the shoulders and gave you a smug look, examining you up and down. "Careful there, sugar."

From then on you managed to build quite a friendly relationship with them, hanging out together whenever you had the chance. You would chat with Logan and laugh at Wade's jokes, spend quality time with them, and even cook them some food if you felt like it.

All of it was greatly appreciated, even the building tension between the three of you. It was clear from the beginning that they were interested in something more, from the looks they would give you to the pet names they called you... it was exciting to play along.

For example, you didn't lose an opportunity to touch them. Even if the touches were brief, like a pat on the back or a slight squeeze on the arm/shoulder... all 'innocent' gestures until they reciprocated, arms around your neck or pulling at your waist. It was then that the fun actually began.

They would fight over you, eyeing each other angrily whenever you were around the both of them, seeing who could make you smile more or who could get closer to you. It was a competition for them, and you were rooting for them both.

Wade had that clown energy that was hilarious and irresistible, while Logan was stoic, serious and captivating. You found them to be so different yet so alike... they were perfect for each other, perfect for you.

One night, Wade sent you a text inviting you to come over to watch some TV. You decided to go in your pajamas (short shorts and a baggy T-shirt) only to see his reaction, and it paid off. He greeted you at the door, looking at your body and giving you a smile that told you he was up to no good. "Hey there, gorgeous."

You sat on the sofa and Wade plopped himself way closer than necessary. As you were deciding on what to watch, Logan appeared from the bathroom, shirtless and hair wet... heat traveled to your belly at the sight. "Gosh, Wolvie! Have some decency, (y/n) is here!" Wade exclaimed.

Logan quickly put on the white tank top he always wore and went to greet you. "Hi, sugar. Sorry about that." You smiled at him and he grinned back, accommodating himself next to you on the sofa. "What are you watching?"

You were sandwiched between them then, nerves started to get the best of you as you settled for a random TV show to watch. The three of you were in silence before you noticed a certain commotion between them. Wade wanted to put his arm behind your neck but Logan had the same idea, so they were silently wrestling to see who was going to win... no one did.

After they gave up, Logan slowly moved his hand over your thigh and left it there. You gave him another smile as you covered his hand with yours.

Wade bit his lower lip in frustration, moving his own hand onto your other thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. You looked at him and also smiled, mimicking the same action you did for Logan and putting your other hand on top of his.

They looked at each other, bragging with their eyes. It was then that Wade had another idea, one you couldn't resist. "(y/n), do you know I really like you? Like, a lot." You couldn't see it, but Logan was not amused at that... but he quickly recovered, bold enough to speak his own mind. "I... like you as well, (y/n). You truly are something special."

"Just remember I said it first." Wade retorted with a wink, leaving Logan fuming. "What does it matter?!" He said.

Before they could start an argument, you got up from the sofa and turned to look at them, leaving them confused. With a sweet voice, you decided to confess. "And I like the both of you... equally. Or would you like to make me choose?"

They looked at each other, then back at you before Wade finally spoke. "But how much exactly do you like us?"

It was exactly the invitation you needed, you smiled slyly as you demanded. "Get up."

They both rose from their seats in an instant, almost comically. You inched closer, pointing a finger as you eeny meeny miney moe'd between them, choosing your next target. The finger ended up pointing at Logan, so you moved your hand to rest on his chest and whispered. "You first."

Before any of them could understand what was happening, you closed the gap between you and kissed Logan on the lips. The kiss was chaste at first, but soon deepened as he pulled you by the waist and brushed his tongue on yours. All you could hear was Wade speaking to himself in the background. "Holy fucking shit."

You kissed for a few moments before you pulled back, Logan’s pupils blown wide and mouth parted open. He followed your movements as you got closer to Wade, caressing his cheek. “Thank you for being patient, love.” You said before kissing him as well.

Wade hummed on your lips as he ran his fingers through your hair, pulling you even closer. The two of you kissed passionately until you felt another set of hands on your waist, Logan was directly behind you and guiding you to turn towards him. "My turn again." He said in a gruff.

You smiled as you turned to kiss Logan further, but this time he aimed for your jaw, then neck... started to mark your skin with hickeys and bites while taking the opportunity to grab your ass. You gasped and moaned gently while Wade simply commented on everything. "Naughty Wolvie... so rough! Hungry, aren't we?"

"Shut up." Logan simply answered, coming back to ravish your mouth. After a moment you felt Wade's hands grabbing at your hips, turning you around. "Sharing is caring, friend." He said at Logan, who not-so-willingly let you go.

As you kissed Wade, he also grabbed your ass and caressed your hips and waist. When he decided to kiss your neck, he whispered compliments into your ear. "Gosh, you're so soft..."

It was then that you felt it, Logan's erection was poking at your bum as he drew closer and closer to you, pulling you towards his chest while Wade's own erection grew and grazed at your thigh.

You hummed in approval, turning enough to face the both of them. You looked down and confirmed that the two were rock-hard in their pants, so you stared at their faces and playfully said. "Oh my... looks like you are ready for some fun."

You gently palmed their bulges, making sweet purrs escape from their mouths. Their eyes were dark as they looked at you and then at themselves, incredulous at what was happening. Logan was first to break the eye contact, finally looking at you and asking. "And what did you have in mind, sugar?"

Simply lowering yourself to your knees, you began to plant kisses on their respective bulges one at a time before looking up at them and demanding. "Take them out."

Wade excitedly obeyed, his dick springing out of his trousers as he slid them down. He was big and ready for action, and you gladly started to kiss and lick along his shaft.

Logan stared longingly before taking his own pants off, giving his girthy member a few good strokes as he praised you. "Yeah, take his cock in your mouth, baby..."

"Oh, Wolvie! You're so generous..." Wade teased as you finally started sucking his dick. It was sloppy, spit ran down your chin as you bobbed your head along with your strokes. You took your time and looked up at them eventually, pausing to lick and kiss at the base and at his balls.

"Fuuuck, (y/n). You're a fucking pro at this." Wade moaned with your every move, and Logan just stared and stroked himself leisurely.

They both caressed your hair when you heard Logan's voice fill the room again. "My turn now, hm?"

You and Wade agreed, so you turned slightly to capture Logan in your mouth. You continued masturbating Wade as you licked Logan's dick from the base to the tip, coating him in your saliva. "Such a pretty mouth, so good for us." He groaned.

As you sucked on his cock, Logan grabbed lightly at your hair guiding you into a rhythm. It was faster than Wade's, rougher, but you followed along willingly as you moaned around him. He groaned and cursed and all of it went straight to your sex, already aching with all the stimuli.

You were so turned on you couldn't help but whine when Logan pulled you by your hair away from his dick, looking at your eyes. "Open your mouth."

Wade looked in confusion as you opened wide, and Logan took the opportunity to spit on your tongue. "Good bunny." He praised.

"Jesus Christ." Wade exclaimed. "I'm so turned on right now."

After swallowing Logan's spit, you continued stroking them both while looking up at their expressions. Wade was breathing through his parted mouth, moaning and speaking to himself. "Oh wow, what a sight... you're so fucking gorgeous." While Logan silently observed your face and your hands in action, groaning from time to time.

You were getting hot then, so you decided to take your T-shirt off, leaving you with a bare chest. They both admired your body as you stroked their dicks, spitting on them occasionally. "Look at you..." Logan said, followed by Wade. "Fuck, I'm close, baby."

"Fuck... yeah, bub... cum all over their face." Logan gruffed out as Wade held his shoulder for dear life, Logan's free hand around Wade's waist.

Opening your mouth obscenely and darting your tongue out, you looked at Wade in the eyes. He soon came with a moan, spilling his seed all over your tongue and chin.

Logan followed right after, his cum shooting at your mouth and running down your cheek. He groaned and continued to hold you by the hair with one of his hands, caressing your scalp after his orgasm had passed.

"Damn, Wolvie... I think you will have to take the biscuit this time." Said a breathless Wade, leaning into Logan as he too caressed your hair and face.

You swallowed what you could, tasting both men in your mouth... they tasted bitter but delicious, just like you'd imagined. Logan then took his thumb and gathered some cum from your chin before taking the digit to his mouth, tasting... whoever's cum was that. He looked at Wade who was already staring at his mouth. "What?" Logan demanded.

"That was really fucking hot of you." Wade answered. You smiled at them both, getting up and promptly putting your arms around them.

You kissed Wade first that time, pulling him closer while Logan watched patiently. The both of you moaned against each other, feeling each other's tongues in your mouths.

After a few moments, you parted and turned to Logan who was yearning for your kiss. You joined lips and his tongue soon met yours, swirling around in tandem as he felt and grabbed your soft body.

When the kiss was done, you stopped to look at the both of them. You couldn't help but giggle, and they reciprocated soon after. "So... what does that make of us?" Wade half-jokingly said.

Logan rolled his eyes, a smile stamped on his face as you gently answered. "Whatever you want it to be..."

—

[dollywheeler]

October 19th, 1996

Dear diary,

Yesterday was so much fun! I haven’t been able to stop practicing Champagne Supernova all morning long. It’s still such a great song, and it’s even better now that I can play it myself.

It was weird leaving school with Mike yesterday though - first of all, to hang around after last period while everyone else rushed for the door, and then to wait as the school emptied out and Mike gathered his stuff. He had to make a detour past the office, so by the time we were on the parking lot it was basically empty.

I asked where Will was, and Mike explained that Will doesn’t have any classes on Friday afternoon so he went to pick up El from the greyhound terminal in Indianapolis. She is home again for a few weeks after spending the last two in Chicago with Max, Lucas, and Erica.

I was disappointed at first, but Mike assured me he’d be back for dinner. Just as I’d feared, it was awkward to be around Mike while it was just the two of us - I mean the only other time that has happened was when I was having a minor breakdown. It was a lot of awkward silence at first, asking stilted questions about how I was doing, and Mike tapping nervously on the steering wheel. I’d forgotten how twitchy he was, he manages to hide it well enough during class, but he does pace a lot, so that might be his outlet there.

Anyway, once he got back to his house it was a little easier - he got us something to drink and ran upstairs to grab his extra guitar - and then we settled into the sunroom to start practicing.

It was easy then - with the guitars between us like a barrier and having something to focus on that wasn’t each other. There was no expectation of talking about ourselves, no need to fill the awkward silence. The practice I got at at Stevenson’s paid off, as the intro to the song already went much smoother for me than it did Mike - I could even give him tips on shifting his fingers more easily.

By the time Will got back, I kind of regretted the interruption. It had been nice to spend time with Mike - after a while, it felt nothing like I’d feared; he didn’t make me feel small or like a child at all. For once, it felt like we were just friends hanging out. Even the moments where he was being too much of an annoying know-it-all older brother were strangely welcome.

I just don’t get why it couldn’t have been like this all along. Why, when he actually should have been my older brother, he was a million miles away.

I can’t think about it too much - I get too frustrated.

Anyway, Will got back and started on dinner while we continued playing. It was nice of him to cook for us so we could have more time to practice. Mom showed up right on time for dinner, and though tonight was a lot more casual than last time, it was just as nice. It's strange how quickly you can get used to something. Mike and mom mostly talked about Nancy and Jonathan’s latest work trip to Argentina. Apparently Nancy called right before mom was about to leave which is why she was a bit delayed. I think that made it easier for them - not having to focus on each other.

I’m sad I missed the call, so I might try calling her myself later tonight.

Anyway, I won’t get around to completing Song of Myself today as I’d planned, as dad and I are going on a spontaneous trip to the antiquities market in Bedford. I should have just asked Mike to read it to me while I was there yesterday. Hell, maybe I can convince Mike to just give me the cliff notes for Walden because I’m really not looking forward to having to read that next weekend. I already tried reading it once two summers ago, the last time we went to the lake, because it seemed appropriate, and it made me want to carve my eyeballs out from boredom.

I kept waiting for something to happen and all it did was make me want to rewatch Friday the 13th just so I could imagine someone chasing this guy around his cabin with an axe.

Anyway, I’m excited to go out with dad today. He’d just casually mentioned seeing an ad for the market during breakfast - I don’t think he was actually planning on going until I asked if we could go together so I’m glad I did. He doesn’t leave the house often enough these days. And I’ve barely seen him since school started because I’ve been so busy myself.

I heard him and mom arguing last night - though I couldn’t hear much, I’m pretty sure it was about having dinner at Mike’s. I really can’t fault him over it either. It’s just so confusing because Mike and mom talked much easier than last time, but seem to agree on not letting dad join us as well - I really don’t understand.

I know dad and him don't have much in common, but it’s not like they fought all the time either. Hell, dad doesn’t even yell ever - not even when Mike disappeared for hours on end and had mom worried out of her mind for the millionth time. I know I have no experience yet in being an adult but I’m sure having your parents over is just something you have to put up with - even if it’s against your will.

Besides, how can you actually learn to enjoy spending time with your parents when you never give them the chance? Nancy and mom get along better now than they ever did before. And sure, Nancy gets frustrated too sometimes with dad’s opinions, but she still comes over whenever she can and deals with it!

But what do I know, right?

Anyway, I really should be getting ready - dad wanted to leave before 11 and I have to be back in time for cheer practice.

Love, Holly

PS. Also mom called the developer and our homecoming pictures should finally be done sometime next week!!! I’m so excited to see how they turned out!

[sleepyhutcherson]

Hi! I have a sweet fluffy and very angsty Mike Schmidt idea, if you'd like it??

Okay, so what if Mike and the reader dated for a good while in highschool? Like, they were childhood best friends, tried dating in highschool, but ultimately decided that it was a classic case of "right person, wrong time"? Like, they genuinely love each other, but when they were teenagers, they just couldn't do it.. I hope that made sense?

Know It’s For The Better

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 3.1k words

contains: child bestfriends to lovers to strangers (sorta), “right person, wrong time”, angst, use of y/n, reader works at a cafe, they’re genuinely so in love w each other but it’s just never the right time.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this anon!! this was so fun to write xx peep the ‘normal people’ and phoebe bridgers references in this. btw maybe this could do a part two but idk.

You lived a quiet—boring, surely—but cosy life at twenty two. You lived alone in a lousy, small flat that you were growing to like more and more everyday as you started shaping it more around your liking. You worked at a small cafe that paid you pretty well, with hours that worked just right for you. You were comfortable at your job, your co-workers were all friendly with each other, you couldn’t complain about your life, even if it was dull.

On your day off your boss had asked you to come in, you agreed but frankly you were a little pissed that you were working on your day off. The cold weather today drew customers away so in a way you couldn’t really complain. You were at the counter, a book in hand that you would occasionally peek up from to glance at the weather from the window. It amused you how only yesterday the sun was shining brightly and now today the sky was threatening to pour, the wind blowing harshly through the trees.

You return your attention to your book, having to re read the passage again. Just then, the bells hanging above the door chime, announcing someone’s arrival. You perk up, closing your book and setting it aside.

You complained about your life lacking entertainment only weeks ago, wishing for some kind of shocker to just happen.

You, however, did not mean for that “shocker” to be Mike Schmidt.

For a second all you can do is stare at him, trying to figure out if you were hallucinating. It was such a rush seeing him—your breath caught, your brows knitted as you tried to make out if it was really him. The last time you saw him he was about eighteen, grasping onto you as he sobbed, precious words being said between you two. But, irritatingly enough, you think you could recognise him anywhere, even after all this time, from merely his appearance, to his hazel eyes you remember getting caught up in, to the familiar black coat he wears even now.

Mike reacts about the same, his eyes widening, the light inside the cafe reflecting on them just perfectly. You almost get trapped into them again.

“Mike,” you breathe out after some time. His name sounds so strange coming out of your mouth.

“Hey,” he replies, tone uncertain. Your eyes trail up to the curls that rest carefully on his head, and you smile. You used to practically beg Mike not to cut his hair, loving the curls that formed whenever he kept it just a little longer than usual. Now he kept them, messily, but still enough to lure your eyes. "How…how are you?" He manages to ask.

Your hands rest on the cool counter in front of you, you can see the way Mike’s eyes land on your hands, longing for touch. “I’m doing good. How have you been?”

“Good.” A simple reply. This all felt weird, seeing each other again after your failed relationship, one neither of you have really moved on from.

Silence. A long, painful silence.

“So, are you going to order something?” You ask, smiling the way you would smile at any other customer because a part of you just wanted to believe he was just another customer. “My boss will scold me if he sees I’m only talking with the only customer we’ve had all day.”

“Right,” Mike looks up at the menu, although he really only came for black coffee. When he looks back at you, his mouth opens, and closes, like he’s debating on what he’s going to say. “I don’t know if you’re busy later but do you want to…catch up? If you’re free, of course.”

You had nothing else to do and you didn’t really have it in you to reject him. “Yeah, okay. I get off in two hours.”

Mike shyly smiles, trying not to be too obvious your agreement meant a lot. “Sounds good,” he says, and then remembers Abby has a school project she’s supposed to work on at home today. “Shit, is it alright if we meet at my place? Abby has this project she needs to work on for school…unless you want to reschedule…”

You can’t help but smile when he mentions Abby, the last time you saw her she was still a baby—about three years old, to be exact. Mike was taking care of her practically full time, you helped with her as much as you could, both of you being constantly mistaken as her parents.

“That’s fine,” you say. He thanks you, throwing in an apology for the inconvenience that you wave off. He writes down his address on a napkin before leaving, not even ordering that black coffee that had drawn him to the small cafe in the first place.

—

The blue front door makes you question if you have the right address. Compared to every other house in the dull neighbourhood, Mike’s house appeared to be the only one with a colourful door—that is if this was Mike’s place.

You’re proven correct when the front door swings open and Abby, who you recognise almost immediately despite her being much older than the last time you saw her. She smiles widely, but it’s obvious she doesn’t recognise you.

“Hello…” you say, awkwardly. You’re not even sure what to tell her when she asks who you are—a friend of Mike’s? It just sounded odd. You’re saved when Mike appears behind Abby.

“Y/N,” he seems pleased to see you. In fact, Mike is pleased to see you. Honestly, he wasn’t sure you would actually stop by. “Oh—Abby, this is who I was telling you about.” Mike says, and you recognise that gentle, almost innocent tone he always used with Abby.

“Hi,” she greets with a smile, standing by Mike’s side. “Mike hasn’t shut up about you—“ she’s interrupted when Mike looks at her with a more stern expression. “Oh, sorry!” She apologises, giggling—she knew well what she was doing.

“Why don’t you go and continue your project, yeah?” Mike suggests, paying no attention to you anymore, his focus entirely on Abby right now.

“Okay.” Abby agrees, which surprises Mike a little. She says a quick “goodbye” to you before running off to her bedroom.

Mike then looks back at you, cheeks slightly flustered. Don’t ever tell Abby anything ever again he makes a mental note of that. “Come in?”

You don’t know what exactly you expected walking into Mike’s home but you feel somewhat pleased seeing Abby’s drawings displayed everywhere in the house, stuffed animals — a dolphin, two bears, a rabbit, a duck, and even a fox — neatly sitting next to each other on the sofa. The house has such a childlike atmosphere to it that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you want something to drink?” Mike asks, looking for something in the fridge.

“Sure, thanks.” You reply, your eyes still ogling Mike’s home.

Surely a lot of the decor had to be Abby’s idea, there was so much colour everywhere; from the pillows, the carpet, a crocheted blanket on the sofa, the little toy figures that were placed on the TV stand. It had to be Abby’s touch, the only colours you ever saw on Mike were dull shades of greys and blues.

You’re pulled away by the sound of Mike setting down two glasses of some kind of soft drink on the table. “Abby’s a talented artist,” you say, sitting down at the table, across from Mike.

A small chuckle escapes Mike’s lips. “Yeah,” he agrees, taking a long sip of his drink as he stares at the drawing you were fixated on. “She’s got a real chance at being someone great in life.”

You both don’t say anything for a minute. Mike dreads the silence that falls between the two of you, trying to think of something to say to fill it.

“She’s grown a ton,” you then say. Seeing Abby brought you back so many memories—the good ones, for there were so many of those with Mike. “Remember that time we took her to the park and she kept trying to eat flowers?” You laugh at the memory, one you haven’t thought about in a while.

Mike smiles upon hearing your laugh. “Yeah. She loves flowers, I mean, of course she doesn’t try to eat them anymore but she’s pretty skilled at painting them.”

“She’s doing good then?” You ask.

Mike nods, his hands wrapped around his glass. “Yeah. She’s doing great. Her birthday’s coming up so she won’t shut up about that.” He says teasingly.

“Oh, how old is she turning?” You ask.

“Eight,” he answers, running his finger around the rim of the glass. He couldn’t sit still being around you, his heart racing, but he tried not to acknowledge it.

“That makes me feel old,” you joke, which actually gets a genuine laugh from Mike.

“Then what does that make me?” He teases, a wide smile on his face that makes your heart flutter. Mike was only one year older than you making him twenty three.

You don’t reply and then it hits you, Mike is twenty three, he’s not eighteen anymore. Of course you knew that, you just never really realised just how long it’s been, how much you’ve missed. It’s been five years since you last saw to him—five birthdays you missed, Abby’s and his.

The atmosphere changes then. A depressing realisation hitting you. Mike wasn’t anyone to you anymore. He was once someone to you, not just your boyfriend but your childhood best friend. But now? He could easily be a stranger.

You take a sip of your drink then, and you can feel Mike’s eyes on you. You could always tell when Mike was staring at you, there was something so different about the way his eyes felt on you compared to anyone else’s.

There’s another dreadful silence then. You force yourself to look at the way the bubbles in your drink rise, the way the ice cubes crash into each other.

“Did you feel ashamed seeing me today after how things ended?” Your head snaps up once hearing Mike’s question. You don’t know what to even think—what to even say! He’s got you in a spot, and now you wonder, did you?

No. You didn’t. You really didn’t. You longed for him for so long, for the memories you shared, the pretty words that were exchanged—the many promises that were said.

“No,” you reply, your hands wrapped around the chill glass, still staring at it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “I just…it was difficult seeing you.”

Mike nods even if you can’t see him. “I know,” he replies, and then; “it was hard for me, too.” He says a little more quietly.

You realise how unfair everything is, how you and Mike are being pulled together again all of the sudden after all these years—after it never worked for you two. There was always something pulling you apart when you were dating, a sudden intervening, but you both always tried to make it work. Until, of course, both of you saw it best to end things, that perhaps there was a reason why you were being pulled apart.

The last time you saw Mike he was eighteen, trying to find a job to help provide for Abby, and mourning the sudden absence of his father. It wasn’t a good time for him.

A guilt washes over you because you deserted him the time he needed you most. “I’m so sorry,” you say, finally building up the courage to meet his eyes. Honestly, he had no idea what exactly you were apologising for.

His brows pinch together slightly, his eyes fixed on yours with such focus even if you’re avoiding his. “You don’t have anything to apologise for,” he says, “we both agreed it was…best to end things.” Which was true, the breakup was mutual, one both of you agreed to despite how much it pained both of you.

“I shouldn’t have left you though,” your eyes are sad and Mike can’t bear the way they look.

Mike smiles sadly, reaching across for you hands. They’re cold from the glass, the contact from his hands immediately warming yours up. You don’t pull away from his touch, the sudden touch startles you but you soon relax at the familiarity.

“Maybe it was for the better.” Your heart breaks at his words, the memories that linger within them. The memory of Mike kissing your tears away, whispering “it’s for the better” between each kiss that last time you saw him.

Your eyes shut, and you let your head fall not wanting Mike to see you struggle fighting back tears. The sudden sound of his chair screeching against the tile making your eyes flutter open, and soon Mike is kneeling beside you, looking up at you with his soft, doleful eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, his tone rather soothing. He tries to meet your eyes but you look away from his knowing that if you do you’ll probably break. “Look at me, baby.” You relent, being manipulated to meet his eyes hearing the intimate nickname.

And for a moment you both just stare into each other’s eyes, Mike’s mouth opening slightly, being enamoured by the sight of you alone. He could live like this—staring up at you, if he could he thinks he would agree to stay like this forever, with you being his only sight.

He stands up and pulls you up with him, his hands resting on your waist holding you still. Holding you tightly, scared to lose you again. “I’ve thought about you everyday since,” he admits in a whisper. You feel a pang of guilt.

“Mike,” you sigh, your hands grasping onto his dark blue zip up tightly, your knuckles turning white.

He doesn’t say anything. His hands move up slowly from your waist, to your arms, to your shoulders, to your neck and finally up to cup your face. It’s such an intense moment, both of you overwhelmed with the touch.

Mike fears that this could be the last time he touches you, he doesn’t know where this will go but with the reputation you both have he isn’t sure this will end well. You know it, too. You know that the universe has spawned Mike back into your life the very moment you’re far too busy for a relationship. You don’t want to address it, you don’t even want to recognise it yourself so you say nothing.

But you both know deep down.

His hands feel warm against your skin, they’re callous but perfect against your cheeks. “I’m here,” you say, “so kiss me.” It comes out more desperate than you would like, but it doesn’t matter, you were desperate, craving what could be a last kiss.

Mike doesn’t hesitate, of course. He pulls you in, gradually, looking at you briefly before he closes his eyes to push his lips against yours. Your body weakens, your heart beating quickly in your chest as the kiss deepens. He makes sure to take his time like he did the last time, kissing you ever so passionately. He wants you to know that in this moment he has everything. That the one thing he has ever lacked in life has finally come back to him even if only briefly.

You can tell that he’s giving you all the control—punishing you to be the one to have to pull away first because if it were up to Mike he would scoop you in and keep you here like this forever if he could. If you’d let him.

Pulling away from the longing, awaited kiss leaves you hungry still. A pathetic moan escapes Mike’s lips when you pull away, as if you’ve just put a dagger through his already maimed heart. You clutch onto his shirt now, looking at his eyes that are growing bigger, sadder.

“No tears this time,” you say, more to yourself, but when you say it a single tear rolls down your cheek. You let out a chuckle, Mike smiles a little too sad for your liking, wiping the tear away with his thumb. But you can feel that threatening knot in your throat. You bury your face into Mike’s chest, his hand going to the back of your head, softly stroking your hair.

You cry into his chest, grasping desperately onto his shirt. Both of you had a strong feeling this would be the last time you would see each other for a while. You sob into his chest, staining his grey shirt with your tears. You were mourning someone who was alive. You felt your body warm up with anger, not at anyone specifically, but because this would always be your ending, the time just never right.

Mike forces himself to look up at the ceiling, forcing back tears. He continues to stroke your hair, letting you cry into his shirt. When you’ve calmed down, he kisses the top of your head before pulling you back to look at you once more.

“We’ll be okay,” he hears himself say.

You nod, wanting to believe him, but by the look on his face he doesn’t seem to believe himself. “Okay,” you say, “I’ll go.”

His hands still cradle your face carefully. “And I’ll stay.” He whispers, a tear escaping.

You grasp his face, a little less gentle than he’s been with you. You pull him closer to you, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. And then another. And another. And several more. When you’re done you take notice of his curls again, you move up to tangle them in between your fingers, tugging at them just slightly. It makes Mike smile.

“I keep them for you now,” he mumbles. “I know how much you used to love them.”

“I still do.” You whisper, tugging at them one last time before letting them go. You move towards the front door which isn't too far from the dining table and Mike follows.

He grabs your arm before you can open the front door. He turns you to face him, his hands moving up to cradle your face, planting a long, delicate kiss on your forehead. A goodbye kiss. A promising kiss that this doesn’t have to be the last. A kiss that speaks more than he does, telling you he’s always here for you to come back to him. He’ll wait.

[sepublic]

At the very least, I like to think that Emira found a surprising amount of space and room to breathe during the Collector’s reign, amongst her peers at Hexside; She spent two months away from her parents, especially Odalia after she abandoned the family in response to them standing up to her.

Yeah, Emira had Edric to take care of in that time, and being stuck with him without any personal identity was a fear of hers. But she also had everyone else in the Healing track to take over for him and anyone else in the infirmary, as we briefly see with Bo here. Two months to explore herself amongst other kids her age… Maybe it wasn’t all bad, who knows? It wasn’t all bad for Luz and her friends when separated from the Demon Realm, it wasn’t all bad for King hanging out with the Collector.

Given Amity had her moment against Odalia, it does make me wonder/imagine the twins having that themselves, at some point between Belos’ death and Luz’s late Quincenera. Maybe that already happened offscreen when Odalia caught the twins trying to sabotage her; Even if they were still incapacitated, that could’ve been a moment to really lay into her for them. Just as Amity had her moment, but also would’ve remained trapped without Alador stepping in.

I do wish we got to see Emira present when the students attacked Kikimora, to give Amity and others room to get to the skull. Just a way to help her sister after missing her, I can see how the chaos of Kikimora and Boscha intervening meant the kids couldn’t recruit or bring anyone else for help, esp later when Kiki was being ganged up on by as many as possible and still managed a final shot at the protagonists.

There was an indistinct crowd in the background and Kikimora had to be subdued between the protagonists teleporting to the skull, and the Collector visiting with the LEK trio. Maybe Emira could’ve helped take down Kikimora in that time, but an onscreen effort would’ve been nice. Then again, you could say Emira did get that moment when all three siblings fought together to save Hexside from another adult, helping defeat the supposed greatest illusionist in the Boiling Isles!

(Titan this is a great bit; Such a genuine smile of support between both sisters, after they started off being pitted against one another! Knowing they truly have each other’s backs after all this time, Em knowing she’s not the only sibling taking care of the others!)

And I can see why Edric would be absent against Kikimora, for obvious reasons (and at least he had his B-plot in Reaching Out to address his worst fear); Speaking of, I wonder how bad that fall was if Edric is still in a full-body cast two months later, despite having healing magic to help? Jeez…

But yeah; Given Healing wasn’t supposed to be her track, maybe the opportunity to work with other healers during those two months managed to be some fun for Emira after all! She only just got into that track when Adrian attacked and Hunter revealed the Day of Unity’s true cause, and we know the school was busy fortifying in response to those news. It paid off, so I like to HC that Emira finally took the free time to indulge her interests after returning there with Edric.

[jinxedmuse]

secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys get caught

authors note: idk this just seemed fun! i wanna release a one shot for another member but i’m stuck between which one ;-; so for now we have this plz enjoy!!!

warnings: uhm reader is famous but it fluctuates between each member (ie: actor, idol, etc)? , should be gender neutral but tbh may (???) come off as fem.

choi seungcheol

probably another idol (+ leader) he liked how you managed your group and definitely gives off the vibe he’d approach first if he was really interested.. which thankfully, he was!

dates (although rare bcs ur both busy taking care of ur children, ie: team members lol) definitely consist of: driving around the very low-key parts of seoul, pre reserved dinners at extremely exclusive restaurants, weekend golf dates at elite and selective country clubs (with matching outfits), and obviously going over his place to sleep in and play w/ kkuma!

surprises you with gifts every time you can meet! or, he’ll just have it directly ordered to your place. definitely have an over flow of couple items like that man is as obvious as can be without completely blowing the lid over??

he wants matching couple rings sooo bad but he knows that svt is known for their pinky rings & people would immediately notice if he had another one that he suspiciously never took off.. hm? so he’d opt for matching sweat suits (ie: hoodie/sweatpants sets/athletic sets/lounge sets etc). he’d buy you the gray ver of his all black adidas sweatsuit and everyone would be like.. wait a min? but also can’t pin point if they’re overthinking it (hint: they’re not ;)

when things get serious, and they most likely will, he’s probably the best long term partner ever.

yes, he’s a man at the end of the day so obviously he’d wanna have fun and we do not know him outside svt content BUT i feel like he already has so much responsibilities to bare and he’s too busy to even be dating but he chose to! with you! because he likes (dare i say loves) you a lot! so why would he wanna waste his precious time that he barely has??

definitely gets matching tattoos with you somewhere down the line. i feel like if you guys were like YEARS into it , parents have met, etc etc then he’d get your initials on his ring finger or somewhere on his back or along his neck :(

at this point, dispatch has a wholeeee book on you guys. definitely planning to expose y’all as the new years couple but you know hybe is swimming in money so they paid them off and saved your asses! aka, you don’t get caught.

lucky you!

yoon jeonghan

probably dating a idol or well known model. either way, you’re both known for your otherworldly visuals! you guys met at a exclusive ysl event/after party and he asked his manager to talk to your manager and boom! things went off.

dates are actually pretty regular. don’t get me wrong, you both have pretty hectic schedules, and yours are pretty random because you never know which city you need to be in next but since you both don’t like doing as much interviews/variety shows as your counterparts, you use that time on dates!

you guys reserve 1- sometimes 2 hour tours at those interactive park places (where you can hold/feel animals etc) and takes lots of pictures for each other (which means matching lovestagram!!!) , you guys go on secretive sauna dates to catch up on your work weeks, and hang out at each other’s apartment while eating your fav food at odd hours lol!

LOVEEE couple items! matching lego sets, pet rocks, any new jewelry he gets, especially if it’s a bracelet, he buys another one for you and you guys wear them 24/7 like seriously it doesn’t come off! would probably even get the cartier love bracelet if he wasn’t so dedicated to ysl…

fans are saurrrrrr suspicious because like.. is he even trying to be subtle or are they just making it up in their head??? svt would be playing the character quiz and you’d come up and his brain would literally malfunction like all he can do is smile and apologize for “getting you wrong” while the rest of the members are trying to (not so) swiftly move on.. yeah!

you guys are definitely the on and off type! nothing toxic just every time you both get genuinely TOO busy you’d cool off from each other and bounce back like nothing happened.

i feel like he’d want something long term but wouldn’t be too set on marriage? idk, if you guys did end it wouldn’t be on a bad note and you’d both just play it off (to the public) as if you were always “just” friends but bffr.. anyway!

you guys wouldn’t necessarily get exposed by dispatch/a news outlet but both your fandoms would like low-key know you had something going on and respect that privacy.

joshua hong

i can see him dating a gorgeous high class actor/actress. you guys meet at an award show and slowly got to know each other before comfortably settling into a relationship.

dates are superrr frequent, even your personal managers are shocked because damnn that devotion? you guys already told them that any free time you have in your bustling scheduals go to each other. very cute.

dates are very spontaneous and depend on where you are. believe it or not most dates are at home and consist of you laying your head in his lap as he makes bracelets and you revising your lines. (as with ll the boys) you get backstage concert privilege with kisses between sets and he visits you on set with coffee trucks for everyone and your fav pick me up snack if you're feeling down during filming.

couple items are very low-key! he's known for his handmade jewelry so he'll give you one or two but anymore will land ya'll in the mouse trap. so the more intimate matching things never see the light of day.

fans start getting suspicious when they realize that all the films or dramas he's been recommending lately have you in it but he just plays it off that he's been getting interested in more films during his down time and you became his favorite actress/tor .. right! also you suddenly keep singing seventeen songs (his parts) in your behind the scenes and they're just like..? okay maybe you just really go into seventeen outta no where.. whatever that means!

you both are very private people by nature so you guys leave 0 trace behind when planning dates etc like everyone is signing NDA's lol! so dispatch (and your fans) may have a feeling, but they have no proof.

does have marriage in mind for the long run but you guys would date for a longgggg time before that like 5+ years. would probably announce it randomly after you guys are satisfied with your career and respected enough to the point people don't throw a fuss but are genuinely happy for you. ya'll end up nicknamed: the nations unexpected but ultimate visual couple, for sure!

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[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

Bob Gets a Ugly Christmas Sweater

If i can get enough people bothering me about it, I'll turn the "all i want for christmas is to eat santa claus" sweater into an actual sweater design you can buy.

It's fun packing in background details and lore bits. Like the sign on the table clearly having been made based on experience from Bob distracting her. How bobs arm hair is still patchy from the burns. and how bob is actually following the don't touch while she's working rule. Plus how in a previous comic (specifically this one), Bob remembers her setting him on fire before? well this is that time. Get to see a glimpse of how she molotov cocktailed this man. Also i think it shows pretty well the moral position Caprica takes which is kinda weird to see in person. Where she is fine with killing in defense of herself and others, but not okay with torturing. So like, she will set this man on fire without hesitation, but also she's not gonna let a guy go all winter without a sweater.

Figure this latest part kinda shows how Bob really can't bring himself to be all that resentful. Like Caprica set him on fire sure, but with his supernatural resilience, the damage isn't permanent. So he can also just kinda be chill with how he likes hanging out with her in the interim. Even if she's mostly paid close attention and tried to figure him out to either make her own life easier or to manipulate him later, he could still like feeling seen or understood. And enjoy her doing little things like phrasing a late lunch as having two dinners.

Also, a benefit to buying Bob all these new sweaters and take out dinners, is she can threaten to throw everything in a bonfire if he tries to murder and eat children. It.... mostly works.

But this comic also shows a bit of how they function when they're sharing a body as opposed to having Bob be out and about disguised as Barbra.

Also I'm super proud of managing to fit about 3 dick jokes into the name of the store, and if i could, i would try to make it an accepted headcannon within the spooky month fandom that Bob bought his iconic sweater at a store called Dickinwoods. And It's a lot easier to be surprised by a thoughtful handmade gift when you're dumb as a brick and can watch the whole process of the thing getting made and only realize what's going on at almost the very end.

[sacred-coffin]

COFFIN’S SILLY VERSE

The most important part is that it tends to operate on “rule of cool” and other cartoon logic. One of the fun things about the silly verse is that just about anything can happen, and a lot of friends have already pitched in silly ideas to make things fun :) so if anyone else wants to play with the silly verse, go right ahead!

In the silly verse, I have my OC/self-insert, Sibling Rizz (he/they):

Sibling Rizz is the event manager, budget specialist, coordinator... He also sends out the “Ministry Today” emails to everyone. He’s not entirely sure if he’s employed by the ministry or not, but he’s getting paid so he can’t complain. They’re very intimidated by the ghouls, but that’s mostly because he thinks they’re so cool and they wish they were a ghoul. He’s a workaholic, but only because he’s worried everything will fall apart if he takes a day off work. At the end of the day, he could never imagine quitting. Even if they wanted to, they’re probably contractually required to work the rest of their life for the ministry. Oh well.

Here are some more facts about the silly verse to help ground us:

All the papa’s are alive, except for Nihil, because it’s funnier to me if he’s a ghost.

Primo, Secondo, and Terzo may have died, but they got better. Also those are their real names.

Actually Primo can’t die. He specifically was taking a really long nap. He might die of old age one day, but nobody is really sure.

All of the emeritus brothers were raised together. Copia still didn’t know they were related, but he got roped into their antics anyways. Now that they know they’re brothers, it gets worse

Terzo & Copia are petty bitches to each other all the time, but they’re also friends sometimes. It just depends on the day.

Primo is always getting into situations. Usually those situations are getting lost.

Despite being dead, Nihil is carrying around a fuck off huge iPad all the time and doesn’t use headphones.

All of the ghouls are there. They’re doing ghoul things.

Copia is in charge now but has no idea what he’s doing. Many hijinks come from him trying to get others to help him, but no one else can agree on how to run this place.

Primo has a kid and his name is Sausage. He is the anti-christ but he’s just hanging out, because he is still developing fine motor skills. He knows about trucks and letters, and how to speak full sentences. He is less than a year old.

[danddymaro]

Serves you right | Revenant x reader

Dropship fun

bby you might just be a simp.

word count: 1221

Serve’s You Right

“Shhh...” the little sound barley escapes you as you trail your eyes up to the other legend.

“- Keep it down will you,” you whisper as you are knelt in between the simulacrum’s legs. 

Tenderly, your bare hands run over each thigh in slow strokes that he eyes with awe that heightens as your hands inch up closer to his pelvis. 

Meanwhile, his hands press down to your head, fingers woven through your hair as he lets out little moans, evidently not listening, or just not caring enough to follow through.

You don’t mind  the defiance. Instead, you giggle as he cranes his head back while letting out little helpless sounds that makes you believe he couldn’t control himself even if he paid any mind to your words. 

Luckily, you keep it down, the amused sound nothing but little huffy breaths as you’re conscious enough to keep it to a minimum. 

And you have your reasons.

The full, traveling ship harbors every other competitor, and while the little space you now hide in is designated to just you, anyone interested enough could peek into it. 

Filled shelves that store books and little collectables save you from most of the exposure the clear walls leave, though anyone with enough curiosity could stand close and hear the little indecent sounds your darling simulacrum releases at your very kind caresses.

Anyone could peek in between the spaces, or even the doorless arch that, while, decorated by a hanging curtain, wouldn’t save you from anyone with enough guts.

Though, you’re not doing anything wrong...technically.

It’s not like any of you are exposed.

It’s innocent, really.

- At least that’s what you tell yourself.

A devious little finger then runs down his inner thigh in a slow travel before hooking an exposed, azure wire that makes it sound like his voice hitches at the lightest touch. 

Simultaneously, his hands twitch, pulling at your hair just a bit too roughly, forcing you to bite down your lower lip to try and save yourself from breathing out your own whine.

 Soon, A little tug to that mischievous finger has him making yet another helpless sound, one you live for and makes your little chuckle become rather inconspicuous. 

“- You’re so sensitive,” you manage to say, the husk tone you speak with so sultry it works with the playful handling, and he, in response, snarls. 

In between the subdued whines he rewards you, he gathers enough pride to fight you back,

“Shut it!” he tells you, full of bite that has you feeling bolder because there’s nothing like having him so overworked, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

After, you take a pause before you shift.

With two hands on his knees for support, you push yourself up, chest puffed out, and chin pointed a little higher than usual  as you try and face him,

“Make me,” You taunt, and those two words have him gripping your waist. 

With just enough pressure pressing down to you, you can feel yourself grow excited, and your heart boosts with that energy. 

You’re already breathing hard as you wait, looking into his glowing eyes with expectancy, almost forgetting where you are. 

You’re on the verge of pouncing on him before clarity comes through, though not because of your own resolve . 

The warning lights of the ship suddenly come to life, and a voice on the intercom cuts the moment short. 

Immediately, your attention shifts as you look up to where one of the intercoms is placed, and you wait for it to quiet. 

He can see the visible upset on your face, and it makes him chuckle as his thumbs press down where he continues to hold you. 

Slowly, he rises from his seat, soon towering over you with no evidence of the sweet creature you’d teased earlier and had the certainty to get the best out of, something you foolishly overlook. 

Your heart is still fastened as he leans down to you, and you wait for the usual departing kiss.  

But it doesn’t come. Instead, he takes a different approach.

Gently, his cheek grazes yours while a hand skims down your belly, making your breath hitch.  

“You seem disappointed,” he voices as he  lets out a long hum of contemplation while he continues to trail his hand down, ghosting over your clothed sex.

“is there anything you expected?” he proceeds to as he says as his cheek is still touching yours, the bot making the choice to prolong your game and tease you.

His hand works over the clothes, the gentle pattern he strokes with his fingers slowly turning more firm as you wiggle your hips, thrusting towards his palm.

Your hands land on his shoulders, gripping him dearly as your eyes squeeze shut as he continues to softly chuckle. 

“Don’t tell me it’s too much to handle ,” he says with obvious amusement.

“isn’t this what you wanted? ” he teases, and you nod your head eagerly before your lips drag across the side of his face until they reach his lips,   

“yes” you breath, wavering as a squeak is torn out of you at just the last second before you could go for a kiss.

It feels wonderful to have him touch you, and soon you throw your head back while releasing another cry, loosing yourself to his touch. 

“- Fuck!”  

“Fuck me!” the word leaves you as a long, ranch mewl that stops short when you feel his touch go absent.

“Ah...ah” he chides as you trail your hazy eyes to him.

 “Careful...” he sings as he brushes past you, a finger pressed to his lips as he looks down at you and captures your look of loss as you try to float down from your high.

 “Others might hear,” he reminds you and suddenly remember it’s not just the two of you. 

 You’re left still, frozen while he retreats with a laugh, soon making his way towards where everyone else begun to form teams. 

It’s only then that you feel your skin crawl with cold pricks, your heart coming to an abrupt stop too as you play back the last few seconds of your moment together.

Your hands immediately fly to your mouth where your slacked jaw has left it  open.

You almost consider hiding away, refusing to go out until you can faintly hear a familiar voice frantically call out to you.

“Hey!” Ramya cries out, before she raises her voice and calls out your name, the address barley reaching you as white noise fills that sense.

“Get ya butt out here!” she says and you can only assume you’re the last member of her team with how insistent she is to have you out there. 

It takes you a while, but soon, you swallow down thickly as you make your way out too, feeling strangely flustered as several eyes follow you.

“Hurry up! ” Ramya encourages as  she waves over to you, forcing you to pick up the speed into a little jog to reach the platform  just before it opens up and  it lowers.

You’re the last to join, and you hope that, that’s the reason why you’ve captured everyone else’s attention. 

Meanwhile, the simulacrum savors the sight of your shamed travel, and most of all the terribly flustered expression you wear, and that only draws in more looks. 

He almost feels bad for you, but it calms as he remembers how smug you’d been when you were teasing him. 

Because, it serves you right.

By then he feels no mercy as he watches you, moreso when your eyes find their way to him and stay as a hard, accusatory glare.

Just before he jumps, he scoffs, giving you even more reason to harden that dirty look you shoot him even as he becomes nothing but a small speck in your vision.

‘I’ll get him back,’ that’s all you can think of as you take your own dive.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, Chapter 8

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now, but we just might slowly be heading into non-platonic territory! 👀)

Rating: T

Word count: ~2300

Story Summary: Steven meets a beautiful woman in the Egyptian exhibit at the British Museum...

...Too bad she's his new boss.

Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, wingman Marc 😉

A/N: I'm back!!! October is the busiest month of the year for me as far as day job goes, but since it's over I have more free time to write, so enjoy this next chapter!

Tag list: @runny-mascara

Let's see, we've got Jason, Sibohan, Ruby, and myself next Thursday, Steven thought to himself later that afternoon as he penciled in a tour for a group of students from a nearby summer camp on his desktop calendar. That won't be a problem.

He looked up as a light knock sounded on his door, his brow furrowing when he realized Dr. Y/L/N was standing in his open doorway with her purse hanging across her shoulder. 

“Hi,” she said. “Just seeing if you're ready to go.”

Steven looked at the clock on his computer, which read 5:06 PM. “Bollocks.”

Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. “It's okay.”

Steven shut his computer down then grabbed his messenger bag out of his desk drawer. “I'm so sorry, give me just a moment. I was working on a couple of things and lost track of time.”

Dr. Y/L/N shook her head as Steven joined her. “Really, it's fine. I'm not in a hurry.”

Steven bit his lip. “In that case, would you… er, would you maybe like to stop for a cup of tea on the way home?”

A soft smile spread across Dr. Y/L/N’s face. “Sure, that sounds lovely.”

Steven grinned, pleased that she had accepted his invitation. “Great! Shall we, then?” 

They bade goodbye to Marlie, Fiona, and Darren, who were on the evening tour shift, then headed out of the museum.

“The weather's nice today, isn't it?” Dr. Y/L/N said as they descended the museum steps together. “It's definitely starting to feel like fall.”

Steven nodded. “I love this time of year.” 

“Me too.”

“So, how was your day?”

Dr. Y/L/N shrugged. “It was fine. Managed to get caught up on some stuff I had been behind on because of everything that was going on last week, so that was good. How was yours? Any fun tour groups today?”

Steven shook his head. “Not really. To be honest our guided tour numbers have been a bit low for the past couple of weeks, even including group bookings.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “I was looking at statistics from the past few years and it seems like there's always a dip in paid tours around this time, but even with the slowdown we've had three times more tour bookings than we had the entirety of last year so I'm not overly concerned. It'll pick back up once school starts in a few weeks.”

Steven nodded, reassured by Dr. Y/L/N’s confidence in him. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

They walked the rest of the way to the café in comfortable silence, just enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. 

Once they had reached the entrance, Steven opened the door for Dr. Y/L/N. “After you, ma'am.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled at him as she stepped inside. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”

Steven chuckled then followed her to the register, recognizing the same young man who had taken their orders the last time they had been there.

“Afternoon,” Michael said. “What can I get for you?”

“May I have a cup of Earl Grey and a scone, please?” Dr. Y/L/N replied.

Steven pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “Make that two of each, please.”

He shook his head as Dr. Y/L/N turned to him to protest. “I’ve got it.”

Dr. Y/L/N bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled. “Okay then. Thank you.”

Michael tapped at the register screen. “Anything else?”

“No thank you.”

Michael nodded. “Okay, your total is £8.43. Name for the order?”

Steven handed Michael his bank card. “Steven -- with a ‘v’.”

“Okay, I'll have that right out for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Where do you want to sit?” Dr. Y/L/N asked as they headed towards the tables.

Steven gestured towards the corner table they had sat at the first time they'd had tea and coffee together outside of work. “How about the same table as last time?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Yeah, that's good.”

They walked over to the table.

Steven bit his lip as they sat. “I, er, I wanted to thank you for the kind words you said about me in my evaluation.”

Dr. Y/L/N shook her head with a soft smile. “I didn't say anything that wasn't 100% true. You are a wonderful person and are absolutely incredible at your job, Steven. Keep up the good work.”

Steven nodded, his face heating at the praise. “I will, ma'am.” 

“When we first met I assumed that you were a tour guide or at the very least that you worked in curation because of how observant and knowledgeable you were about the exhibits.” Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a quiet laugh. “Imagine my surprise when I pulled your employee file and discovered that you worked in the gift shop."

She bit her lip. “Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, I just meant --”

Steven shook his head. “Oh no, it's fine, I completely understand. I, er, I actually had always wanted to be a tour guide but there weren't any positions available when I applied at the museum, so I took the job in the gift shop intending to eventually transfer departments.”

He paused. “By the time there was a tour guide position open though Donna had already been promoted to gift shop manager and kept telling me that it would never happen and that I shouldn't bother applying.”

Dr. Y/L/N sighed. “I know I'm not supposed to say this, but I'm glad to be rid of her.”

Steven shook his head with a grin. “I won't tell anyone if you won't, because I am too. To be honest, I never really cared for her.”

Dr. Y/N huffed out a laugh. “It'll be our little secret then.”

Steven nodded then looked over at the pick-up counter as Michael called out his name. “I'll be right back.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Okay.”

Steven headed over to the counter and picked up their order, thanking Michael before bringing it over to the table. “Here we are.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled up at him as he set the saucer holding her cup of tea and scone down in front of her. “Thank you.”

Steven set his own cup of tea and scone down on the table then sat. “You're welcome.”

He dipped his tea bag into his hot water to help his tea steep. “Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, have you tried any of the other teas from the collection I got for you?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Oh, yeah. Most of them, actually.”

She pulled a small pocket-sized notebook out of her purse and handed it to him. “I found this tea journal online and figured it would be the easiest way to keep track of what varieties I liked and didn't like and why.”

Steven opened it, smiling at Dr. Y/L/N’s hand-written notes for each variety of tea. Variety: Earl Grey. Flavor profile: Fruity (contains bergamot). Notes: Recommended by Steven G. from work. Excellent, definitely a favorite. Variety: English Breakfast. Flavor profile: Dark, kind of a roasted flavor? Notes: Tastes like the tea back home. I like it. Variety: Peach-orange oolong. Flavor profile: Peach and a hint of orange. Notes: Lighter tea, wonderful flavor. Variety: Lady Grey. Flavor profile: Earl Grey with lemon. Notes: Lemon overpowers the bergamot. Not a fan. Variety: Chai. Flavor profile: Spice? Notes: Very warm wintery flavors (I can definitely taste cinnamon and nutmeg). Will probably be a go-to during the colder months.

He read through her notes on the rest of the teas she had tried and handed the notebook back to her. “I love that you're keeping notes. It’s very you .” 

“Oh.” Dr. Y/L/N looked down at her cup as she stirred some sugar into her tea. “Yeah. Thanks.”

She took a sip. “Since I'm almost done with these I might get some different ones to try out. There are so many varieties out there that sound interesting -- like chamomile honey vanilla, green tea with blackcurrant, pomegranate, and peach, and mango pineapple.”

Steven added a teaspoon of sugar to his own tea. “I've never had any of those varieties, although they all do sound interesting.”

Dr. Y/L/N bit her lip. “Maybe you can try them with me then -- if you want to, that is.”

Steven nodded. “Yeah, that sounds lovely.”

“Great! I'll let you know when I get them.”

Steven grinned. “I'll bring some biscuits and we can have our own little tea tasting session in the staff kitchen at work.”

Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. “Sounds like a plan.”

She took another sip of her tea. “So have you gotten a chance to explore the neighborhood yet?”

Steven shook his head. “Not really. I was actually planning on going for a bit of a wander this weekend, check out the neighborhood shops.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Let me know if you want some company. My weekends are usually pretty free.”

“Yeah.” Steven smiled at the thought of getting to spend more time with Dr. Y/L/N outside of work. “Yeah, I will.”

He and Dr. Y/L/N continued to talk as they enjoyed their tea and scones.

Dr. Y/L/N set her cup down after taking her last sip. “Ready to head out?”

Steven nodded. “Yeah, I should probably get home, check on Gus.”

They collected their dishes and brought them to the return counter, thanking Michael again before leaving the café and continuing towards their respective apartment buildings.

“Thank you again for the tea -- and for walking me home again, of course,” Dr. Y/L/N said once they had reached her building. “I know it's a pretty short walk, but it's still nice having someone to talk to along the way.”

Steven nodded. “You’re quite welcome, ma'am, and I agree. I'd be happy to walk home with you anytime, especially since we're now in the same neighborhood.”

Dr. Y/L/N reached out and touched his arm, a soft smile on her face. “I'd really like that. I'll see you tomorrow, then?”

Steven nodded, his heart quickening in his chest at her touch. “See you tomorrow.”

He waited until Dr. Y/L/N was inside before taking a deep breath and continuing towards home.

Oh, buddy, Marc said as Steven headed up the street towards his apartment building. You’ve got it * bad* .

Steven sighed to himself. No matter how hard he had tried to fight them, his feelings for Dr. Y/L/N had blossomed into more than just a simple crush. 

It's not like I could help it, he replied silently. She's beautiful, and intelligent, and kind and caring and… and just a lovely person all-around.  

So what are you going to do about it?

Steven shook his head. What *can* I do? No matter how I feel about her, she's still my supervisor -- and not only that, she's the director of the entire museum.

So you're just going to suffer in silence and miss your chance with her, then.

Steven could hear the disappointment in Marc's voice. It's not like I have much of a choice. And don't you dare pretend to be me while you're in control of the body and tell her how I feel.

Marc scoffed, clearly offended by the mere suggestion. I would never do that.

I dunno, you asked Cheryl out without my knowledge.

No I didn't.

Well *I* certainly didn't ask her out for dinner at a bloody steakhouse!

You had to’ve, it just might've been during one of those weird moments where neither of us remember what happened.

Steven shook his head as he reached his apartment building, waiting until he had unlocked the door and headed inside before answering. It's just my bloody luck though, innit? Had to go and develop unrequited feelings for my very-off-limits boss.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Steven's brow furrowed. What do you mean?

Just that I'm not so sure your feelings are all that unrequited.

What makes you think that?

You don't see Dr. Y/L/N asking anyone else to taste-test new teas with her, do you?

Steven stopped by his mail receptacle before heading to the elevator. She was just being nice.

I doubt that, but even so, there have been other signs too. 

Steven caught Marc's reflection in the elevator door. “Like what?” he said aloud.

Marc shrugged. “Like the fact that when she's feeling overwhelmed and needs a break at the museum galas she seeks you out, not to mention the fact that you never hear about her offering to spend time with anyone else from work outside of work except for you.”

Steven shook his head as the elevator opened and he stepped inside. “She’s comfortable with me, that's all. And since we now live in the same neighborhood, we'd wind up running into each other anyway, so it makes sense for her to offer to accompany me on my walk this weekend.”

Marc smirked. “You honestly believe that she doesn't have any sort of non-professional feelings towards you?”

Steven shrugged as the elevator stopped on his floor. “I guess we've sort of become friends, but that's all there is -- on her end, at least.”

The elevator door opened and he stepped out into the hallway, shutting Marc out in the process. 

He shook his head, trying to clear it off the seed of possibility Marc had planted. He was completely wrong -- there was no way Dr. Y/L/N felt anything but friendly cordiality towards Steven.

...Was there?

[blimpixels]

Wg comic story idea (WIP)

I thought of an idea to break in my newer OCs with a bigger story, and to properly establish Martha as a villain character as a foil for the others. Here's what I have so far.

Martha and Rose are on a "date" (Rose think's they're just hanging out) and Martha keeps berating her on her eating choices. So she keeps taking Rose's food and eating it to make fun of her because she thinks she can get away with it.

After their hangout Martha goes back home and does whatever and goes to sleep. But then she wakes up and gets ready to go to work but her pants are a little tighter and she gets pissed because she prides herself on being really fit and skinny So she swears revenge on Rose and plans to work off the fat but then she has another idea. If everyone else around her is fat, she'll seem skinny by comparison, so she doesn't have to exercise as much. (she's also a little lazy) so cut to their (Blake, Scott, Camilla, Martha) job. They work at a company that specializes in products and such concerning expansion stuff Camilla is working in her lab and Martha approaches her

"Good morning, Camilla. We have a new project for Research and Development. We're trying to combat food waste. Did you know that around 40% of all food is wasted every year?" "Yes" "Well making less food would be less profitable for our business partners, so instead we're going to develop a new product. Food won't be wasted if people eat more" "So you want me to make an appetite stimulant?" "Sort of. Yes. It'll be more of a line of food flavorings. Some for sweet foods, others for salty, etc. But we are going to use these specific ingredients in it"

Martha hands her a clipboard and Camilla reads it over "Martha, most of these are all highly addictive. There's some stuff on here I don't even recognize" "I'm just the messenger, Cami. Don't worry about the legality of it" "I'm not worried about the legality, I'm worried about the-" "Great! Get started immediately. All of your other current projects are on hold until this is complete" "…okay…"

Martha leaves the room with a devious smile on her face as Camilla gets to work on procuring the ingredients and synthesizing a sample Around a day or so later Martha checks back up on her. Camilla has a few samples ready but she hasn't tested them yet. Testers are basically volunteers that get paid a certain amount of money to test new products for the company. they're like gig workers or freelancers but they're freelancing their body to be used i guess. idk. anyways martha is a little more out of breath than usual. She gained a little more weight. like 5-10 pounds overall (which is honestly normal for most people, but not her) Camilla notices this. They both share a moment of staring at each other's bodies. Martha's clothes are a little tighter. A little more stomach. A little more ass. Camilla is currently smaller than she is. She and Scott exercise pretty regularly and cook at home most of the time.

Camilla breaks the silence "are you okay?" "I'm fine. Where are the samples?" "They're all here. I haven't tested them yet though." "Why not?" "You're supposed to do that. Aren't you the executive manager of the whole company?" "oh. Well you should've told me you needed some. I'll be right back."

Martha smiles, and leaves for a minute. She comes back, obviously pretending to be dejected. "We're all out" "all out? What do you mean? we have hundreds." "they're all busy." "busy with what? You said all of the other R&D projects are postponed" "Look, Camilla, we need to get this product out there soon before our competitors catch wind of it and develop their own formulas. It's not my fault we're out of testers. Just find someone from the department to test them. They'll be properly compensated." "But everyone else in R&D is still out from the last testing disaster. I'm the only one left!" "then you know what to do. I want some results by the end of the week. Or there will be no one left in the R&D department"

[ryuttaeng]

Can i request a part 2 of fool? Something along the lines of yeji being close with a skz member (your pick). To the point that people ship them and rumors spreading in the company that they're dating. Ofc reader hears and sees these. She assists Yeji with meetings with leaders' meetings with JYP and helps Yeji with the littlest detail so Yeji won't have to think about it. And in one leaders' meeting Yeji and the skz member's interactions were really too comfortable for comfort. because of that Y/N camps out in twice's apartment where she's babied and taken cared for, just telling lia about the camping out letting her make whatever excuse she could think of. but not without finishing what she can do to help Yeji with her leader duty, before leaving the dorm. all without her knowledge so Yeji just finds out that reader already finished what she was supposed to do. Have fun with the story!

Thanks again, much love

-🦭 anon

part 1

pairing: yeji x 6th member!reader

summary: did she got bored of you?

contents/warnings: angst, self doubt, happy ending, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: angst

a/n: this work feels raw and not good enough actually…

is it possible to get tired of your beloved ones?

you exhaled, sitting down on the edge of the bed, as you could examine what you could do to help yeji with her leader work. being a leader isn’t an easy job and you understood how hard it can be sometimes for every group leader, so you tried to help yeji after every leader meeting.

you remember how yeji wrapped her arms around you, placing soft kiss on your cheek as you quickly tried to hide yeji’s tasks. “what are you doing?” yeji asked, receiving a warm smile from you in response. “nothing too serious. just trying to help with my sister’s homework, that’s it.” it was the only excuse you could come up with at the moment.

you could see yeji’s surprised expression, “doesn’t she know that you’re an idol?” she asked, confused. “no, she do know, it’s the only time she asked me for my help.” you simply said, as yeji seemed to buy it.

yeji had no idea that you helped her with her leader assignments. after you started dating with yeji, lia and other members tried their best to make up with excuses for you.

obviously confused, yeji looked at chaeryeong. “unnie, you already finished your assignments, don’t you remember?” oldest girl looked back at the list she had to sent to their manager before next leader meeting. yeji hummed, “right… oh, right, i remember i’ve done them.” yeji said, taking the list with her.

you nervously bit your lips, quickly stopping yourself from biting them harder. you exhaled once again, holding back in tears.

your group is really close with stray kids and twice, and it wasn’t surprising that someone from your and their groups will be friends. felix accompanied chan at every leader meeting, so you saw them both really often.

there’s no reason to feel jealous when your girlfriend is hanging out with someone else, when she feels comfortable with her friend… they’re friends, right? but when you started noticing that yeji frequently used to hang out with felix, you started to feel like a third wheel.

often, you could witness their skinship, their interactions between each other gets more and more comfortable, maybe too much for just friends. if you used to sit with yeji on leaders meetings, now you barely do that. you usually tend to sit with bang chan whenever yeji and felix sat together.

you barely paid attention to what they’ve been saying, as you inhaled, trying not to look at yeji with felix. you tried your best to not look at anyone actually, trying to concentrate on your breath, when someone touched your hand.

you turned your head, to see worried chain’s eyes. “y/n, are you sure you want to be here? you seem like you’re having a hard time…” he whispered, as you looked around. you blinked few times, before you looked back at bang chan, “i… i… yeah, i will go back to… my dorm. thank you, oppa.” you said, receiving a nod from chan before you quietly left.

yeji chuckled at felix’s words when she turned her head to finally listen to what everyone is discussing. noticing that something is off, yeji looked around the room to find out that you’re not in your seat. she looked at the door, seeing your back, as you left the meeting. right when she was about to ask why you left, bang chan spoke. “y/n doesn’t feel very well, so she had to leave the meeting early.”

“what? why she didn’t told me that?” yeji stood up from her seat, looking at bang chan. feeling everyone’s eyes on her, she gulped, but didn’t stopped herself. “if you paid attention to your member, maybe you could notice she’s been feeling less these days.” he spoke in calm tone, as yeji furrowed her brows.

other people who witnessed such behaviour from yeji remained silent, as she looked around once again before she hurried to leave the meeting, chasing you. yeji hurried out of the agency building, trying to quickly find you at the dorm.

10 minutes later, yeji closed the door to their dorm, huffing. lia walked out, meeting yeji as she looked around to find you instead. “where is y/n? bang chan told me that…” yeji asked lia, as she looked in your room. “i know what he told you. y/n went out for… some medicine she needs, that’s it.” lia obviously lied, as yeji gave her doubtful, but worried look.

yeji felt heartbroken that you didn’t told her that you’ve been feeling not good, after all, you both are dating, right? you usually tended to share with yeji, and it’s her work to make sure everyone feels comfortable.

it’s been 1, 3, 5 days since you showed up in the dorm last time. yeji tried to contact you all these days, but she never got a response from you. yeji rubbed her eyes, almost falling asleep, as she had to finish her assignments. she could hear the door to her room opening, as lia stood behind yeji. older girl turned her head to look at her, when yeji saw she handed her something. “what is this?” she asked, looking confused. “it’s your leader’s assignments.” lia simply replied, like it wasn’t something that surprising.

yeji got up from her chair, grabbing finished work. “i can tell you haven’t done this by yourself. who finished it for me?” yeji asked, sounding demanding. lia gulped, not wanting to reveal that you was behind all finished yeji’s assignments, but she had no other choice.

“you’re right. all the time y/n unnie always finished your assignments for you. this one isn’t an exception.” lia said, as yeji’s eyes widened. she must be kidding her, right?

“where is she? jisu, tell me, where is she? please…” yeji pleaded, while lia looked at her in silence. “i… she’s at twice sunbaenim’s dorm.” lia said, looking away from yeji.

older girl hurried out of the room, quickly putting on her clothes, before she left the dorm. twice’s dorm wasn’t far from their own, so it didn’t took yeji long to arrive at the dorm. she knocked at the door, biting her lips as she waited for someone to open it. finally, after few minutes, mina opened the door, but didn’t let yeji in. “if you’re here for y/n, she doesn’t want you to be here… for now.” mina replied, already wanting to close the door, but yeji didn’t let her to. “please, unnie…” yeji pleaded, not wanting to leave things like this between you two. “let her in, minari, y/n told that she can talk with her.” jihyo spoke from nina’s back, receiving from yeji several ‘thank you’.

yeji couldn’t tell if her unnies were angry at her, but she could tell that they were cautious with their behaviour. “she’s in that room…” jihyo said, pointing at the door, “yeji, if you will say something wrong, i swear, y/n will stay here.” yeji looked at her unnie, nodding in response.

yeji carefully opened the room’s door, like she was scared to scare you off. “y/n? can we… are you crying?” yeji asked, quickly closing the door behind her, as she made her way to you. you sobbed, closing your face with your hands, shaking your head. “i’m so sorry, yeji… i’ve been acting like a fool and i…” yeji stopped you from speaking, as she tightly hugged you, making you sob even more.

“please don’t- don’t apologise for anything you haven’t done, y/n. it was me that acted like a fool, i just simply didn’t paid enough attention to you… i really don’t deserve you after all you have done for me, i really don’t…” yeji said at the verge of tears, trying to hold them back. “i will understand if you don’t want to talk to me again, or even… break up, i just… i’m a horrible girlfriend.” yeji whispered, really not wanting to say that, but it was the truth.

you shook your head, removing your hands from your face. “i was just… just was sad that you spent more time with felix… i know he’s your friend and i don’t mean to sound like-“ yeji tightened her grip round you, sobbing with you. “i’m so sorry i made you feel that way. i never meant to hurt you, and i will try my best to make you feel more loved, i promise.” yeji whispered, through her sobbing, as you hugged her back.

you rested your head on her shoulder, slowly calming down. “i promise to make it up for you, y/n.” yeji whispered again, as you nodded. “i know.” you whispered back, tightening your hold onto your girlfriend.

[coolbeanzeaglbones]

Fanfic chapter time! Yay!

Eaglebones was awoken earlier in the morning than he would've wanted to be by the ring of the telephone.

He groaned and dragged himself out of bed, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, minus the sweater.

Yawning, he picked up the phone, “Yeah?” He stifled another yawn, “Hi, they need you today, I called out.” It was Barbara. Eaglebones tried to suppress a groan, but his attempt was futile. He could almost hear Barbara smirk, “Don't worry, you won't be getting paid, so it'll be like a day off.” She said before hanging up the phone.

Eaglebones put the receiver back on the hook and looked at the clock. Holy hot dog, it was 6:57. The library was supposed to open at seven.

Deciding, like most days, to skip breakfast, he grabbed his keys and ran out the door…where he smacked straight into Lara, “Ow, bitch!” She exclaimed, rubbing her forehead, “Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, just I'm kinda late for work.” He stammered, trying to help her to her feet, “Don't sweat it, it's freezing out though, do you might want to grab that sweater.” He smiled at her, “I'm going to be so late, I'll grab it on my break.” She waved him goodbye and he booked it to the library.

Hehe, booked it.

The cold hit him like a brick, but he didn't care. He couldn't get fired.

He fumbled the key for a second before calming down enough to actually put it in the lock. Then, before going in, he opened the book collection thing. His fingers were numb and the cold metal from the key and deposit box were absolute murder.

Finally, he got it open and kicked the door button. It was at about that time that the other librarians arrived.

“Morning.” he said I'm the politest tone he could manage.

“You are a mess, why are you here?”

“Barbara called out.” One of the ladies took some of the books he was carrying and informed him that he wasn't wearing shoes.

Eaglebones was done with everyone ever, but he wasn't allowed to be done with them yet, “I'm gonna stand behind the counter until I can run and grab them.” He said as he began to scan the books back into the system.

The heating in the library had been acting up and today it was fully shut down. And it was cold. Being a skinny guy is not fun when it's cold. And having no shoes and just a thin T-shirt made that worse.

To make it worse, he had to work over break because some stupid ass support group that Barbara was supposed to be heading was not set the fuck up yet. So yay, gonna be an icicle by the time he goes home.

He was setting up, like, sixteen folding chairs, when a knock came on the door frame followed by a, “knock knock” it was his frickin landlady.

She was standing in the doorway, “You know, since you helped me get my cat out of the tree, you literally offered, even though I didn't ask, I thought I'd return the favor.” She had his sweater folded over her arm and his shoes.

He was actually surprised that she remembered that because he did not. He got up and just hugged her, he was really staved of human contact. She let out a surprised noise, “Geez, you are freezing.” she let him go and handed him his stuff, “Thanks, you're a lifesaver.” He pulled his sweater over his head and his shoes on his feet.

Lara waved him goodbye and he went back to setting up the chairs, but this day in history would go down as the weirdest day of work Eaglebones Falconhawk had ever had…and that's saying something.

[exo-xexo]

Starflare

Author Note: Hello @dreamylittlesugarcube! I am your secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little story! (Also, if you would like me to write a little prequel for you, I totally wouldn't mind. This little note will hopefully make sense once you read the story). I really hope you enjoy it, happy holidays! @exols-silver-christmas

WC: 3,016

Characters: Do Kyungsoo, Reader

You don't really know what Kyungsoo has planned. He sent you a series of text messages last week and then went radio silent. You're mad at yourself that you didn't notice it had been a week since his previous message. Work had been crazy lately, especially with the end of the year just around the corner. You kicked off your shoes and entered your house. Today had been such a long day. The thought of food didn't even appeal to you right now as you dragged your feet across the carpet and collapsed on your couch. You draped your arm over your eyes; a nap sounded really good right now. Whatever Kyungsoo has planned can wait.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, a knock at your door caught your attention. Turning on your phone, you looked at the door confusedly to see if there was another knock.

Sure enough, another knock pounded on the other side of the wooden door. You live alone, and it's pretty late in the day. No one texted you that they were coming over, and you don't remember agreeing to have company over tonight. Dumbfounded, you stood up and quietly walked over to the door. Looking through the peephole, you sighed.

Kyungsoo is on the other side of the door.

Opening the door, you give him the best-annoyed expression you can manage.

"Are you ready to go?" Kyungsoo asked, ignoring your clear annoyance.

"Hello to you too, Do Kyungsoo. Where am I supposed to get ready to go?" You asked, leaning against the doorway. Now it's Kyungsoo's turn to be confused. He whipped out his phone and scrolled through it.

"Ah, what a shame. My message wasn't sent. Well, anyway, go back a bag." Kyungsoo let himself into your tiny home.

"Hang on, mysterious stranger. Why am I packing my back?" You closed the door behind him.

"We're going on a trip! I remembered that you said you have this next week off. So, I planned a fun trip for us." Kyungsoo kicked off his boots and walked over to the same spot you occupied on the couch. You watched as he made himself comfortable. You thought about his response for a moment. Kyungsoo's right; you do have this next week off. You weren't really planning on doing anything special. You might have cleaned a bit on your week off but didn't have your heart set on it.

You moved to your bedroom and grabbed a small suitcase. You started to pack it with enough clothes for the whole week. You weren't sure how long you would be gone since Kyungsoo was purposefully vague. It's colder than you like it to be, so you make sure to pack some warmer clothes. Since Kyungsoo said you two are going on a trip, you grab your food journal and put it in your little backpack. This food journal has a leather binding with a charming custom design on the front and back covers. It's the first present you ever got from Kyungsoo.

 The two of you bonded at a new restaurant in Seoul. The whole concept of the restaurant was to match you up with a stranger and have dinner with them. Before you went, you had no idea what you were getting into. Your friends had planned it all very well. They would ask you random questions throughout the month that had seemed random. They then put in a profile for you at this new restaurant. They told you that all of you were going out for a night out, and they had sent the cost to everyone in the group chat. You paid for it without worrying; honestly, you thought the five of you were going to a carnival or something. Without their intervention, you would never have given the restaurant a chance. The whole concept of being a blind date filtered by the restaurant just seemed so weird.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you were convinced your friends stood you up. However, they all showed up late. You weren't expecting to be separated from them as you were led to a different table. They had sat you down at a table with a piece of frosted glass between you and the other patron. At first, you didn't say anything. You just wanted to eat the food that you already paid for. This restaurant was costly.

When the first course came out, a filet with a small side of pea puree and ridiculously small dots of a red sauce, the man on the other side of the table began to criticize how the meat was cooked. When you cut into your steak, you notice the man was right. You then heard him laugh at the amount of sauce placed on your plates. After about three dishes that weren't up to his or your standards, you joined in with him. The two of you had a great time, and at the end of the night, the Chef came out to meet with everyone and ask about their experiences. When he got to you two, he held two bags. 

Apparently, the two of you had both been dragged to the restaurant by your friends, and the Chef was told that you two needed to find a common interest to bond over. The Chef gave you both bags that held the real dishes of the night to take home with you. The Chef had purposefully cooked poorly on your dishes to get you two to open up to each other. When the meal finally ended, all of you could stand up and meet the person you had dinner with face to face. The meal itself went so well that Kyungsoo asked for your number. You don't usually give your phone number to strange men, but that was the point of the whole dinner. So, you gave him your number. It only took a few days for him to call. When he did, he asked you to go to a normal restaurant on another date. After the way you two met, how could you turn down dinner at a normal restaurant?

It was an extraordinary experience that made the two of you become friends. Then, the two of you were hanging out together whenever you could, and today, apparently, that means you're going on a sudden trip. Once packed up, you rolled your little suitcase to the living room. When you walked back in, Kyungsoo wasn't paying attention to you, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. Kyungsoo stood up and grabbed your suitcase from you.

"Are you ready to head out?" Kyungsoo asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be, are you going to tell me where we're going?" You asked as you pulled on your shoes again.

"Nope, it'll be a surprise." Kyungsoo opened your front door and waited for you to follow him. You shut off the lights and locked the door behind you.

"Really? You're not going to tell me anything?" You asked. Kyungsoo shook his head stubbornly and put your little suitcase in the backseat of his car.

"Hop in and trust me a little, would you?" Kyungsoo closed the back door and got into the driver's seat. You stood outside the car momentarily; what's the worst thing that could happen? So, you hopped into the passenger seat.

"Alright, let's go have an adventure." Kyungsoo smiled at you and pulled off. You thought he might take you to the lovely hotel you like on the other side of Seoul. That thought soon changed when Kyungsoo got on the street to go to his house. Once there, he parked in his driveway and took out both suitcases.

"The secret place is your house?" Not that you're complaining; his home is pretty awesome. He's got his own wine room and a lovely kitchen set.

"No, my home is closer to the subway we need. We need to get over to the train station. Our train leaves in an hour." Kyungsoo locked up his car and started walking down the street to the subway entrance. Kyungsoo is lucky you trust him. An hour later, you ran to your departing train as fast as possible. Luckily, you got there on time.

"Alright, now that we're all settled in, why don't you rest your eyes? We'll be on here for almost two hours." Kyungsoo said as he settled in right beside you.

"Or you can tell me what we're doing? Or even where we're going?" You made yourself comfortable and looked at him.

"No can do! It's a surprise. I'm sure you'll get it once we get there." Kyungsoo pulled a book out of his backpack and flipped the pages open. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the window. A little nap wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Hey, we're at our first stop. It's time to wake up." Kyungsoo informed you quietly.

"Okay? Where is here?" You asked back quietly as you got reacquainted with the world.

"The train stop." You had to hold yourself back from smacking him. You decided to stop trying and follow his lead. You grabbed your backpacks and your little suitcases to head off the train.

"Thankfully, our destination is just ahead," Kyungsoo commented once you exited the streets.

"Yongin?" You looked around; it's been a while since you've visited Yongin. They have some fantastic restaurants here; you're delighted you grabbed your food journal for this trip.

"Yeah! Wait until you see where we're staying; you'll love it!" Kyungsoo smiled back at you as he grabbed your hand. The two of you looked around as you walked another five minutes from the train station.

"I wanted to come back here; I just couldn't find the time-" You cut yourself off as you noticed the hotel just down the road. It's a hotel with a fantastic restaurant inside.

"Let's go check into our room, and then we can head down for our reservation," Kyungsoo suggested as he moved forward. You pulled him to a stop.

"Kyungsoo, this hotel is costly. I can't even imagine what they charge for food here." Part of you wanted to scold Kyungsoo for spending money on the hotel, let alone going to the restaurant.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry too much. I saved up enough for both. This is a gift, so don't go planning on how to pay me back. This is your holiday, and it will be a great one." Kyungsoo pulled you closer to him and started walking both of you to the hotel.

Of course, the lobby is completely decked out for the holiday. The CEO spared no visible expense on the decorations. Kyungsoo went to talk to the hotel receptionist, and you decided to look around. It looked just like a hotel from the movies, with giant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling; the bulbs almost looked like they were in the shape of snowflakes. There's gold plating everywhere, from the buttons on the couches to the bottom of the walls. There was a massive fireplace in the middle of the room that didn't actually have a fire in it. Once you got closer, it became clear that it was one of those fancy televisions on top and then a heater on the bottom to create the illusion that there was actual fire.

Kyungsoo called your name and waved around the key to your room. He must be eager to get into the restaurant. Last you heard the waitlist was out for a couple of months. Your room matched the lobby in terms of coloring. Gold plating is all around the granite countertops and on the handles of the dressers. Complementary chocolate sat on both of your pillows. Curiously, you opened up the cabinet next to the small refrigerator. There's a small jar in the shape of a bear, and inside it are gummy bears. Since this is your holiday and it's supposed to be a great time, you're taking the gummy bears. Kyungsoo walked into the main room and looked at you curiously. You looked back at him and, without blinking, dropped the jar of gummy bears into your backpack.

"You know when you leave, you'll have to pay for those, right?" Kyungsoo asks. You laughed at him and shook your head. Walking straight up to him, you patted Kyungsoo on his lapel.

"No, Sir. You will pay for those when we leave because I am on holiday." You said with a smile. You could see the cogwheels turning in Kyungsoo's head before he caught on.

"Since it is your holiday, you can have the bear jar." He rolled his eyes at you. Kyungsoo quickly got into a fancier attire for dinner.

"I didn't bring anything fancy with me." You put your suitcase on the bed and look through your outfits to see if anything fits fancy.

"It doesn't matter what you wear because you'd outdress the whole restaurant in just your pajamas." The confidence Kyungsoo has in you astonishes you sometimes. Once he's in his suit, he comes out to help you pick an outfit. The two of you agreed on a nice black top and slacks.

"Okay, get dressed. We'll have to be on the elevator in ten minutes." Kyungsoo informed you while looking at his watch.

"It won't take me ten minutes to get ready." You hated the stereotype that it takes women forever to get dressed up. Sometimes you need the extra time, and sometimes you don't. It really depends on the occasion.

At least, that's what you thought. It took around ten minutes to put together the perfect look. You and Kyungsoo headed to the elevator, and he pressed the button labeled 'R' on the bottom. When the elevator opened again, you were in a dark hallway. The dark hallway opened to a beautiful room with lights on the ceiling that mimicked the stars in the sky. A hostess smiled at the two of you and greeted you happily.

"Welcome to 'Starflare'. Do you have a reservation with us, or would you like to make one?" Obviously, with how you two are dressed, you are here to eat. You also know she needs to ask anyway because sometimes people just show up when they're not supposed to.

"We are here for our reservation. It's under Do Kyungsoo," It didn't take the hostess to find his name. Then, you find yourself following her. She led you through the restaurant to a lovely table in the back. On the table was a centerpiece of Stargazer Lilies and a few white tulips to make the lilies pop.

"How did they know I like Lilies and Tulips?" You asked Kyungsoo as the two of you sat down.

"I have no idea. I heard this place is pretty magical, though. Maybe that has something to do with it?" Kyungsoo shrugged his shoulders with a smile. The hostess handed you some menus and promised to return with your drinks shortly.

"How did you get a reservation here? I thought they were months out?" You asked, putting the menu aside.

"They are I called a few months ago and placed the reservation." Kyungsoo also put the menu aside.

"I figured we could let the chef surprise us for dinner tonight; what do you think?" Kyungsoo asked and then thanked the hostess for coming back with your drinks.

"That sounds fun, let's do that." It would do your heart good to not look at the menu for too long. The waitress came by to collect the menus and take your order. She was pleasantly surprised to hear you wanted the Chef to decide your course for the night. If Kyungsoo trusts this Chef, then so do you.

"Brought me out here just to eat, huh?" You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

"Well, it is your holiday. I wanted to make it nice and relaxing. You can't be stressed while eating a good meal." Kyungsoo reached across the table to hold your hand.

Not long after, your first course was brought out. A filet with a small pea puree side and ridiculously small red sauce dots were on the plate in a particular 'fancy' pattern. You looked at the plate confusedly, then at Kyungsoo. On the other hand, Kyungsoo looked totally amused. The Chef came to the table after the food had been set down. It was the Chef from that strange blind date restaurant.

"Welcome! I thought you two might appreciate a call back to your first date at one of my restaurants." The Chef laughed as he patted Kyungsoo on the back.

"We'll eat this for now, but you better have some amazing stuff back there!" Kyungsoo stood up and shook the man's hand.

"You two won't know what hit you!" The Chef promised; he nodded at you and then turned away to return to the kitchen.

"Let's try some real food from this guy. I've heard he's a great matchmaker in the kitchen." Kyungsoo said as he sat down with a big smile on his face. Suddenly, the night became a lot more interesting.

"So, this is the trip?" You asked curiously.

"All week, you get to try some amazing dishes and put them in your journal, hopefully alongside some pictures to capture this wonderful holiday we're going to have." Kyungsoo sat up straight, obviously proud of himself. You look at the plate of mediocre food before you and then smile at Kyungsoo.

“This time the food will actually be good. I was promised by the Chef.” Kyungsoo informed with as he cut into his own steak.

"Ah, what the hell? It better get better than this." You joked as you cut into your steak. Just like the one from months before, it was a little overcooked. With Kyungsoo by your side, you're not worried. This will be an excellent and fulfilling week. Kyungsoo reached over to hold your hand as you began the first of many dishes. There’s nowhere you’d rather be with him, just like it started.