#and i cannot WAIT. heck yeah

[v-tired-queer]

Whoooooo gave them the RIGHT to be so fucking CUTE

[suuooe]

-- Touch deprived boys

✧ or: touch- or not so touch deprived wind breaker boys ✧ featuring: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Umemiya Hajime, Hiragi Toma & Kaji Ren x gn!reader [separate] ✧ content: established relationship & fluff ✧ a/n: i dropped one suo fic and got busy the same week and fell ill the next week lmfao. hiragi may be a bit ooc - ya know when you know how the characters act and how they are in theory, but can't articulate that in your works? yeah. yeah. this is not proofread we post this without beta-reading like real men.

Sakura doesn't register the feeling at first. To be more precise, he doesn't know what the feeling is at all when it first appears.

I imagine Sakura having a significant other that's the polar opposite to him when it comes to physical touch - as in they would 100% at any given moment when they're together hold any part of Sakura that they come in contact with. (This boy cannot for the life of him shake off anyone he deems close away, grab his hand and lead him on and he will 100% complain the entire way, but he'll never shake off your hand)

Which means that ever since he did start to date you, he wouldn't even know the meaning of what touch deprivation even is - because not a day goes by when you're not touching him some part of him.

So when a day actually comes when you're not holding onto him, he feels genuinely put off. Something is wrong, but he can't put his finger on it. And oh boy does that clearly show on his face. Sakura is after all - an open book when it comes to his feelings.

He's moody, he doesn't snap and yell like usual - but he only mutters answers back whenever someone asks him something. Even to you - if anything, you would think he's mad at you. He's fidgeting with his hands, tugging at his sleeves and averting his gaze from you whenever you ask if he's okay.

He's an open book yeah, but he won't say a damn thing - pride and all.

It'll most likely be in a scenario where you're surrounded by more people than usual that you hold back a bit on showing affection. But still, you're mostly by his side, talking to him, handing him drinks and heck your shoulders brush against each other every time you laugh at something his classmate had said - you're that close to him.

And yet it feels wrong.

"Oh, Haruka your drink is empty. Want me to go grab another one?" you're not even waiting for an answer before you lean away from the wall behind you to head towards the refreshments table on the other side of the rooftop.

It's only when your presence once again leaves his side that Sakura springs into action, reaching out to barely grasp the fabric of your shirt to hold you slightly back. Puzzled, you turn around with a confused smile, only to be met with an equally confused, but frantic stare from your lover. "Everything okay, Haruka?" you ask again, ignoring the fact that Haruka's gaze is looking all over the place but at your own face.

"Y-yeah, why wouldn't it be?" although he says that, his hand is still grasping onto your shirt. A few seconds go by in silence before you feel a slight tug against them - and suddenly every dot in your confused brain starts to connect on his bizarre behaviour today.

Your eyes soften, and Sakura can hear your quiet chuckle when you turn around to face him, forcing his fingers to let go. But before he can ask what you're laughing about, he can feel himself being pulled into a hug, and he can feel your smile against his shoulders as you pat his back comfortably. "You're so cute, Haruka." he can hear you say through your quiet giggles.

You can hear a quiet "Shut up…" from him, but you can feel the way his posture drastically softens under your hug. But before your duo-coloured lover could wrap his arms around your waist, you hear a low whistle coming from behind you. "Naaw, Sakura-kun was missing [Name]'s touch for the day."

And in an instant you're yanked (gently) away by an arms length with Sakura yelling profanities at a laughing Suo. Well at least he's back to normal.

Suo's never "deprived" per say of your touch - because he's the one initiating it 90% of the time.

He's already physically affectionate. He's usually seen having an arm around your waist when you're peering at something, holding your hand when the two of you go for a walk or leaning over you when you're standing still to rest his chin on top of your head (if you're shorter, if not he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck).

And while you don't mind (in fact often times you lean most of your weight on him if he's standing behind you once you feel his presence) Suo does want you to initiate contact once in a while.

But alas those feelings is rarely shown on his face, always sporting a neutral smile to any situation he's put in - no one can tell that he's a bit more troubled than usual.

But what kind of lover would you be, if you weren't able to spot these miniscule changes in Suo? When he now only briefly holds onto your waist to silently announce his presence beside you before retracting his arm back and when he waits for your fingers to graze against his own before he tangles them together?

You do notice, and Suo also knows you've noticed the slight difference in your otherwise normal habits. How you peer up at him a bit longer than usual when he decides to sit next to you in the library instead of behind you like he usually does so you can rest against him. But he only gives you a wide smile in return to your confused glance.

"You know-" you say with a start, seating yourself down on Suo's lap the moment he seats himself down properly on the tatami floor of his room, your lover only wrapping an arm around your back to make sure you don't topple over. "This is a very elaborate way to tell me you want me to initiate physical contact more often."

"Hmm? Whatever do you mean?" he feigns ignorance, merely tilting his head slightly to the side when you twirl your fingers around the tassels of his left earring whilst resting your head against his shoulder. "Why can't you just ask like any other person for a hug or something?" you question.

"That wouldn't be fun. I wanted to see if you loved the physical touch as much as me, after all." he says, and you raise your eyebrow in confusion, "Me not reciprocating your touches was not an answer?" you inquire, raising your head to stare at him, Suo only giving you a smile that seems a bit too mischievous back while shaking his head.

"Initiating and reciprocating are two different things, dear. Initiating takes a lot more courage after all." you only hum in return, resting your head back on his shoulder before taking a hold of his hand to toy with his fingers, bending the appendages while admiring how smooth his skin was - even with all the fighting he does. "I like it when you initiate contact first though…" you murmur in the end. Suo, who had initially thought you had put the matter of his impromptu idea to the side hums in surprise at your quiet confession.

"Why?"

You shrug, deciding to intertwine your fingers together before resting them on your own lap, smiling softly at how Suo's thumb brush against the skin of your hand. "I don't know either. I just know that it's you whenever someone takes a hold of my hand, you do have the habit of grazing your fingers against mine before holding them after all. It's almost like your way of saying hello before we even make eye contact." you tell, "You always reach out for my hand first after all."

You're not staring at him, still busy looking at your clasped hands - but he still smiles down at your form, turning his head to press his lips on top of your head. "Well with such a sweet reason, who am I to not initiate it more then, hmm?"

He makes it known that he wants your touch before you can even tell he's deprived.

Which means he's never deprived, because when Umemiya feels that he needs a hug, he's making a beeline towards you to engulf you in his arms.

Which means there are two outcomes to this. If you're within his sights and he sees you as soon as he wants a hug, everything is A-OK! Umemiya gets his well needed hug to tackle the next set of duties and tasks he has set for himself for the next 3 hours.

If you're not in his arms within the next 10 minutes of him wanting a hug, he's going to talk to his plants like you've gone off to war and won't come back before the next year. Talking about how much he misses your presence, your favourite food, what kind of seed you would probably prefer, how he's found a new book that you love. At this point feel sorry for the person that has to sit through those 10 minutes of constant love declarations. (Hiragi)

And yes, Hiragi has you on speed dial because of this. It does not matter that you've recently been up on the rooftop spending time with him, it does not matter if you've just gone downtown to get some drinks - Hiragi does not get paid enough for this and he will personally escort you back to Bofurin's leader to make him shut up.

You better clear your schedule for the next hour because Umemiya will have you in his arms before making sure you're well fed and spend time with you. He doesn't necessarily have to constantly touch you then - if he can see you within his vision he's already beaming brighter than the sun in the sky.

"Hajime, you're about to squeeze my entire air supply out." you manage to wheeze out while laughing, Umemiya merely burying his face further into your hair while swinging you back and forth in the air.

"You could've told me that you were going to go shop for groceries for Kotoha! I would've helped." he exclaimed whilst putting your down on the ground again, though his arms were still snugly wrapped around your waist and still keeping you pressed against his front. Your own arms around his back when you noticed that he wouldn't budge from this position anytime soon.

"Last time you helped out, you crushed 2 dozens eggs remember? The townsfolk love you too much too, we would've needed more hands if you came along because of the amount of freebies they would give you. Besides she just wanted a few things and I was already out when she asked where I was, so it wasn't too much trouble to make another round through the town." you replied, stepping side to side while pushing yourself against Umemiya, a silent request for him to move backwards towards the wooden canopy so you both could sit down.

Once seated, you find yourself placed on top of Umemiya's lap with his arms still snugly wrapped around your waist, securing your body close to his own when you lean backwards to properly look at him while talking. At this point Umemiya has gone off tangent, eyes brimming with excitement over what had happened on the day you had mentioned the crushed eggs, only stopping his tangent when you bring a handkerchief up to his face to wipe away the dirt.

"… How long have you been in that position?" an exasperated gruff voice questions, and both you and Umemiya turn over to the entrance of the rooftop to see Hiragi leaning against the door.

"Hiragi! You want some water? Maybe some onigiri? Oh right, [Name] had also picked up some snacks!"

"It's been 15 minutes."

"Good grief, Umemiya, let [Name] go aleady, they're not your personal teddy bear."

Hiragi in general is not a physically affectionate person. He doesn't mind it, softens quite a bit when you grasp his hand whenever you join his group when they patrol the town and relaxes his posture while sinking further down the slope of the couch so that you can rest your head on his shoulder - even if the posture itself causes him a bit of discomfort after.

He's quite content just having you walk by his side - as long as he can see you from his peripheral vision or heck, just hear your voice speak from beside him or behind him, he's content.

He does however have his moments. Although it's incredibly hard to spot because Hiragi himself doesn't mind going days without getting a kiss even.

And even when you do initiate the first touch, he handles you like a porcelain doll - almost afraid you will break. You can hug him as tight as you can, he'll laugh and say he's not going to disappear anytime soon, but the hug you receive back is so gentle and full of love it almost brings you to tears alone.

Hiragi is aware of his position within Bofurin, and the fact that his name carries a lot of weight and is known beyond the town - as such he initiates the most contact when you're alone. And even that is a rare occurrence being that you're both busy most of the time.

As such, even though it's rare - Hiragi will show subtle signs that he wants to cradle you within his arms or hold your hand. A gentler gaze when he addresses you - a more carefree grin when you open your arms wide waiting for him to come to you, but even you can see the slight hesitation.

All in all, Hiragi is quite content and rarely gets touch deprived, but no one is immune to their lover asking for a quick hug, even when you yourself isn't much of a physically affectionate person.

"Can I have a hug? Please?" Hiragi blinks slowly in confusion, takes a look behind him before directing his attention to you. "… Did you have to ask me in a sketchy alleyway of all things?" he finally asks, which makes you laugh, hands still outstretched waiting for Hiragi to take the 2 steps to reach you.

"And here I thought I was going to get a lecture from dragging you away from patrolling." you say, now wriggling your fingers to emphasise your current need for a hug from your boyfriend. "Think of it like an energy boost for the day! I know you've been craving a hug from yours truly for a long time after all, it's been a while since your last recharge!" you add on, Hiragi quirking an eyebrow with a smile.

"You're keeping track of them now?" he scoffs, taking the two steps you desperately wanted him to take, reaching out his own hands to intertwine them with your own before holding onto your wrists to rest your arms on his shoulders. "Hehe, next time I should keep track on how many Gas-kun 10 you take." you can see the roll of his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist while you lock your own arms around his neck, rubbing your face into his neck to breathe in the faint hint of cologne he dons each day.

The arms wrapped around your waist tightens a bit more than usual, and you can feel the stiffness of Hiragi's form loosen "You're on your lunch break?" he asks softly, to which you nod against his neck, "Mhm, have to go back within 10 minutes if I don't want my teacher to give me an earful again." he hums, giving you one last squeeze before stepping back.

He only pinches your puffed out cheeks, "Don't give me that look, I'll come pick you up after school okay? I think Umemiya misses talking to you as well." Upon hearing that, your eyes brighten immediately before skipping past him out of the alleyway, "Promise to not be late?"

"When have I ever been?"

Another boy who does not know how to function when he's touch deprived! But unlike Sakura, he does know when he is indeed needing for some more cuddles than normal.

But he's awkward, he doesn't know how to actually go on about asking for hugs. Yes in his mind it's logical to just straight up ask you for a hug, or if you can just sit in front of him so he can lean his forehead on the nape of your neck and just breathe in your fragrance. Very easy to do!

Easier said than done. Especially when he's the type to not do anything before you give him permission - yes he's still scared of hurting you even though when he's around you, he's fully in control of his emotions and reactions. But there's always a lingering feeling, you know?

Still jumps in surprise at times when you graze your fingers against any exposed part of his skin, but once he sees it's you - best believe he's holding onto you till someone calls him out.

He's more prone to initiate more contact when you're alone, being that in public he's prone to get teased (whether that's voluntarily by his classmates or involuntarily by Umemiya's comments on how soft he's gotten)

So as a compromise to his awkward self when you're in public, you'll get random visits from Kaji numerous times a week - which is a silent request to just have you in his arms.

Kaji's attention is taken away from his phone when he feels your fingers graze against his chin. Glancing down, he cocks his head to the side while pushing his headphones down to rest on the nape of his neck. "What's up?" he inquires softly, you don't say anything at first - merely directing your fingers towards his cheeks to graze against his skin there.

"Weren't you supposed to patrol today?" you ask, bringing your other free hand to push Kaji's hand that's holding onto his phone to your eye level. "In around 15 minutes yeah, I just left earlier." he answers, his fingers that were absentmindedly stroking your head grazing a few stray strands away from your forehead.

"It already takes 10 minutes from Furin to my house though? Shouldn't you leave soon?" you point out, but instead of rising from his lap to let him get up from the floor, you merely roll to your side to bury your face against his stomach before becoming still - leaving Kaji with both arms in the air, waiting for you to move.

"If you let me go, that is." he finally says after a second of silence, he can feel your slight nod before you plant your hands beside him to heave yourself up from his lap. And in the blink of an eye, you're at eye level with Kaji - his breath hitching at the close proximity.

"Don't come back with too many bruises, alright?" you remind, before slotting your lips briefly over his own. As you lean back you pull his headphones snugly over his ears again, mouthing something that makes Kaji roll his eyes. "You still let me inside regardless, so that threat doesn't work anymore."

[alpaca-clouds]

The Technology We Have Already

Today I want to talk about one Solarpunk-thingie, that kinda annoys me - and has to do with a lot with how real-life politians deal with talking about technology and especially energy technologies.

And this is the following fact:

We already have the technology! This is not some SciFi shit!

See, the issue within the politics tends to be, that a lot of folks go: "Oh, yeah, we would LOVE to go renewable. But right it is not possible! Once the technology gets there, we will totally go 100% renewable!"

And basically a lot of Solarpunks online are also waiting for the technology to get there. Again, there is sadly a big group of folks who technically love the aesthetics of Solarpunk and also generally the idea of a Solarpunk future, but do not engage with it over it. And they usually will also wait for technology to get there.

But it already is.

Let me talk about it.

We can produce enough renewable energy

In a way I get it. If you are not working in any fields related to this - and do not follow science news - you might just not know how fast the renewable energy field is moving right now. 10 years ago, yes, a lot of countries would have been able to go 100% renewable, but not all. It depended basically on the climate and environment. Partly because the photovoltaic (what most people call solar, but us engineers use solar for something a bit different) cells were just not as efficient in certain climates. And while the mix of wind and hydro power could do A LOT for many countries, it could not for all.

However, that was mainly before China really pulled all the stops for their research. No, it is not only China, but holy shit, China's research in terms of photovoltaic is insane. If you follow this, you basically will see a new breakthrough - often from China - every couple months. And by now, the efficiency of photovoltaic is insane. Sure, it might not make sense as the only source of energy in places were you basically do not get any sunlight for half the year, but outside of that? It is so darn good.

Other than that, we are really darn good with wind energy (which to my opinion is still the best way of producing energy) and hydro energy.

Don't get me wrong: We can totally improve those things further and further. But we can absolutely power the world on renewables right now. We do not need fossile fuels right now!

We can build climate-friendly transport!

I will remind y'all once more: Electric cars are definitely better than gas powered cars, for those people and situations in which cars are needed. (Read: For emergency services, certain forms of service work who need to transport stuff outside of the rail network, and probably also some people who live very isolated for certain reasons.) However, they are still cars and suck for this reason, if you do not REALLY need them.

Still, we are fucking good by now in building electric cars and for those scenarios where they are needed. Heck, by now in my city pretty much all public transport runs electric, including the busses. And no, they are not tram busses.

And yeah, turns out, we figured out how to build railways more than 200 years ago, and we figured out how to electricize them in 1881. Yes. 1881. 18 in the front. Almost 150 years ago. Sure, back then we were not that good with it, but we managed to build one for intracity transport that worked - and worked for long.

Yes, admittedly, there are some forms of transport that right now we might indeed need fossil fuels for. Right now, we have no method to fly planes and helicopters in a way that is both mass-producable and renewable. And the same is with transcontinental transport via the ocean.

Yeah, sure. We can technically just go fully low tech and just sail. That works. Heck, while it is about half as quick as modern ways to transport over the ocean, it is feasible. However, we just cannot move the amounts of cargo we might need to move with sailing. There are people figuring this out (partly through creating much better sails that work for MUCH BIGGER ships) but yeah, we are not there yet.

Still, a) a lot of the intercontinental stuff we technically do not need to transport (most of it is using cheap quasi-slave labor to save money), and b) that should not stop us from just doing sustainable on-land transport which we can do.

We also know how to build a better society

Now, a lot of the folks going for the Solarpunk aesthetics rather than philosophy are quite often very mistrustful of both anarchism and communism - or heck, just socialism. They often have drunken the capitalist cool-aid of capitalism being the "only system that works". But here is the thing: It doesn't.

Sure, there are versions of capitalism that would work a whole lot better than the Chicago-flavored one, but it will never really work - especially in regards to saving the environment. I talked about that a lot before.

But here is the thing. We know how it works better. We know how to build a better society. We know how to make economics work better. We know how to make better schools. We know how to build better cities. We know how to prevent at least a lot of wars. We know how to make society safer for kids. We know how to make healthier families. We know how to make medicine as a system work better. We know it all.

Heck, we have known how to make schools that are better in every way since the early 20th century - so more than a hundred years. This proposed school system since has been proofen time and time again in studies to be better for kids, and better in terms of education. But do we use them? No.

Again, politicians love to go: "We would love to change things, but we do not have a better system." But it is not true. We know how to do it better.

Same with the police and prison and stuff. We know how to do it better.

But right now, a) a lot of the stuff works in the favor of those who hold most power (aka the billionaires), b) a lot of people just do not like the idea of changing stuff majorly (which makes politicians who want change unpopular), and c) politicians also would need to fund the change - and that is going to be hard.

So, yeah. Change would be hard.

But it is not because we do not know how to do better.

And I really just wish people would stop propagating this idea that we do not know better. We do. But folks right now profit from things staying the same. And it sucks.

[monstersandgenderqueers]

Little Gifts (Part Two)

So the first gift didn't work. You cross your fingers and hope for the best with the second gift, your heart aching as you wonder if Loki's dislike for you is personal or if he just really, really hates gifts.

Pairing: Loki x neurodivergent!reader (he/him and she/her for Loki in this chapter)

Word count: 2419

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A/N: I couldn't sleep last night because of this. Oof. Anyways...

Divider credit @/saradika

You don't have to wait very long before finding out whether Loki accepted your gift or not.

After opening all of your curtains, you're briefly disappointed to see dark clouds looming heavily over the compound. The feeling goes away quickly, though, in favor of thoughts of spending the day inside to catch up on all that you'd neglected the day before. You get dressed into something decent and comfortable and walk to the kitchen, with a spring in your step.

Sitting between you and your coffee is Loki. He has his legs crossed and a whole pot of tea on the table beside him, with a steaming mug in one hand and a book, your book, in the other.

Based on his progress, he must've been reading for hours already. That giddy feeling bubbles up again, and you clench your fists to restrain the urge to flap your hands like a little bird trying to fly away for the very first time.

You fail to hold back the slight whine, which alerts him to your presence.

"Is something the matter?" he asks, his brows scrunched and raised in the way that sends a fresh wave of fluttery feelings. He waits patiently for your answer, staring at you in a way that's softer than his usual glares.

"Uhm… no, not really," you quietly reply, fidgeting with your hands to redirect the urge to stim.

"Are you certain? You are usually asleep at this hour."

You glance at the kitschy clock just above the espresso machine. It is indeed early, only half past six. "Oh… I didn't notice." Maybe that's why it seemed so dark when you woke up…

Wait, he notices when I usually wake up?

He interrupts your thinking, "Having trouble staying asleep?"

"Yeah, I guess so," you want to say more, much more, but the words in your head are all tangled up, and the way he looks at you is making it much, much worse. You clear your throat and make your coffee, trying to ignore the new weird feeling that pops up when he turns in his seat to watch you. It's tingly and warm.

You try your hand at small talk. "So… uhm… what are you reading?" you ask, as if you don't know.

"A fantasy novel," he briefly looks at the cover, "a gift from a secret admirer, it seems."

"A-admirer?"

Oh no… does he think I have a crush on him? I don't, obviously, so I can't let him think that…

He continues, "Yes, an admirer. I cannot imagine anyone purposefully giving me something with such precious thoughts engraved inside, unless they craved intellectual intimacy."

Your brain stops for a second. Can he hear your heart stutter?

Drat, I should've just gotten him a new copy. I thought it would be nice to give him one with all of my ideas, it'd be really nice to hear his, too…

What the heck is intellectual intimacy?

However, you can't deny how the warmth gets more intense the more you think about Loki touching the book you held so dearly before, and him reading what is essentially a diary embedded between the lines of a story.

Unfortunately for you, the feeling doesn't feel the same as embarrassment. It's… familiar, but so uncommon that you can't name it.

He chuckles quietly behind you, making your ears heat up faster than the water in the Keurig. 

You're not brave enough to turn around yet, but you find the will to string together a sentence. "Do you like the book so far?"

The chair creaks as he shifts his weight. You turn to look at him, as is polite when talking with someone, but you whip your head back around when you see him staring at you.

The brief glimpse you got was enough. He must've done something different with his hair… you swear it didn't use to look so long and curly and luxurious. It falls over his shoulders and down his chest elegantly, shiny against the black knit sweater he's wearing.

He's so pretty.

You squeak as if startled by your own thoughts, and realize you had been so absorbed in the way he looks that you didn't notice him speaking.

"...thoughts are quite humorous and stimulating."

You grab your coffee and hold the mug in your hands close to your chest, almost like a shield that prevents him from seeing how hard your heart beats in your chest.

"Hm? Whose thoughts?"

"The person who wrote in this book. I am unsure whether it is actually the person who gave it to me, though, since the Captain made me aware of 'secondhand' bookshops not too long ago. I doubt a book like this could be sold, though, which leads me back to the theory of a secret admirer," he says slowly and clearly, almost like he wants you to understand something that he did not say.

Hm. You don't remember writing anything particularly funny. Most of your notations were related to other things you had read, making connections that helped you remember the story as you read it. History and mythology, mostly, and sometimes your own experiences.

Oh. Is he making fun of me? Are my ideas silly? Giving that book to him was a bad idea. I'm so dumb.

You look at everything but him as you respond, "Oh. Okay. Uhm… good luck? I think I'll just go back to my room…" You hope that was the right thing to say, enough to dismiss what he could potentially be implying.

You see his disappointment for a brief moment before you walk swiftly out of the kitchen and away from him, holding the mug tightly even though it's getting far too hot for your hands.

Several days pass before you're strong enough to stay in the same vicinity as Loki. You try to make it not obvious, like quickly grabbing something from the kitchen and leaving, if he was there, or pretending you forgot you had a meeting in a few minutes if he sat down on the sofa you frequently lounge on. Your hard work paid off—he doesn't stare at you so intensely anymore.

Your luck had to run out sometime, though. The moment you step outside, ready to go for a jog, Thor calls out your name and waves you over to where he's standing with Loki. "Come! We're going into town!"

"But I'm—"

"Ah, but you promised!" he says, still smiling. He pats Loki a bit hard on the back, "my brother could use some time away from the compound." Loki glares at him, but Thor continues, "he's been moping around the last few days. Come along?"

He phrased it like a question, but you know Thor would find some way to drag you along. "Uhm… okay. Just let me get something nicer to wear—"

"Nonsense! What you're wearing is fine." Thor nudges Loki again, prompting him to say something.

Loki looks you up and down before he replies monotonously, "Yes. You look fine." Some of the edge in his features leaves, the sharpness of his jawline softening ever so slightly.

You know you don't have your wallet, just your phone and earbuds, but maybe that'll be enough for whatever the brothers have planned. "Okay, then."

Moments later, a black car pulls up. Thor glances at Loki and then takes his seat next to the driver. Loki rolls his eyes, looking peeved at something that Thor did that you didn't quite catch.

He opens the car door for you, making you hesitate before you step in and buckle up. "Than—" he slams the door shut before you can finish, walking around to open the opposite door and take his seat. Thor laughs very quietly, but you hear it anyway, wondering what's so amusing.

Although the car is definitely big enough for two adults to sit comfortably in the back seat, you can still feel his presence. Being so near to Loki makes the hairs on your arms raise, though it isn't unpleasant. It feels closer to the warm tingly sensation you've started to have whenever you're near him.

Don't think about it. Maybe it'll go away? Like dizziness?

Loki stares out the window the entire ride to town, speaking only short, clipped sentences when responding to Thor.

You don't really pay attention to their conversation, your own thoughts proving to be quite a distraction.

Why do I feel the same around Loki as I did around my crush in high school? I felt all warm and tingly and giddy when he sat next to me in class, like—

Oh. Well, that explains a lot, doesn't it? This realization makes the remainder of the car ride far worse than when it started. Each mile feels like it takes eons to cover, and you're more aware of Loki than you ever were before. 

He shifts his hips slightly to get more comfortable, and it makes your heart jolt and your eyes dart over. His hands are folded on his lap, and you admire the shape of them before you catch Thor staring at you, twisted in his seat with a cheshire-like grin. You look away, heat crawling up your neck and your cheeks. You sink deeper into your seat, and hope that Thor isn't a mindreader. Or Loki, for that matter.

You step out of the car and wait next to Thor for Loki. Looking over, you're startled to see a woman stepping out of the car in Loki's place. You glance at Thor, and he doesn't seem phased whatsoever.

Oh. It's just Loki.

Whether Loki's shifted to remain undisturbed while out in public, or for gender expression, you keep quiet and give Loki a tiny little smile.

"Come along little mortal, sister," Thor says, leading the way. You trail behind the siblings, starting to realize that Thor is up to something. His hushed whispers in Loki's direction and his indiscreet backwards glances towards you are enough to tip you off.

After a few blocks of walking around the downtown area, Thor finds a bench under the shade of an oak tree, and sits with his arms across the top.

"Uhm… is this where we're supposed to be going? I thought it was, like, a shopping trip…" you say, wringing your hands.

"Ah, yes. I thought you could show Loki around the bookshops here. She finished a novel this morning and lamented her boredom and frustration. An intrepid reader like yourself should be able to find something for Loki to devour."

Something about the way he phrased it makes your heart race. "Yeah, sure…"

You meander to the store you've been to dozens of times already, looking back a couple of times to make sure that Loki is following you. She is, quickly glancing away from you whenever you turn.

The doors to the store swing open as a couple walks out. They smile at you and Loki as the two of you walk inside. You try to smile back, but it looks more like a grimace. Loki must've noticed, because she suddenly appears mirthful.

"So… what books are you looking for?"

She came prepared. Pulling out a list from her pocket, she hands it to you. "Do you think they'll have any of these here?"

You look down and read her elegant scrawl, recognizing each and every title. It's a list of books you had cited in your many written ramblings in the book you gave her. "Oh… I'm not sure if they'll have these exact books, but—"

She lets out a great, dramatic sigh and tears the list from your hand. "I knew this was a silly idea," she says under her breath, tucking a raven curl behind her ear. Making brief eye contact with you, she draws together her brows in the way that makes your stomach flip each and every time.

"We can still look. I don't mind," you say, already heading towards the mythology section. Since she still has the list, and you can't quite remember the authors, you let her look over the endless rows of books. You do some browsing of your own, but for your own new interests. You pick up a couple of books, but then your mind switches gears.

Standing next to her, you get her attention with a tiny uhm, "May I ask you a personal question?"

She nods, her fingers briefly trailing the length of a book's spine in a very distracting way.

"So…" you pause, thinking of how to phrase this. "Since Thor's been calling you his sister, does that mean you feel that way today?"

Her icy eyes meet yours. This time, you don't look away. Her gaze feels warmer than usual, though they're still sharp and calculating.

"Yes," she replies shortly, as if she's unsure of your intentions.

"Oh. Okay. Just wondering. You're very lucky, I think."

She does the brow thing again. "Lucky? In what way?"

"You can just… be yourself. Whenever you want."

She looks like she wants to refute your statement, but she says instead, "Are you not?"

"Not really, no. I mean, lots of people can just be themselves, but not just on a whim or anything…"

Your mind wanders, thinking of the piercings and tattoos and other, more body-altering modifications you've seen or wanted for yourself. You must've been thinking for quite a long time, because Loki clears her throat and taps your shoulder.

"Going off on a tangent in your mind, again?"

"Huh? Oh… sorry."

"It's quite alright, little one. The face you make when you're thinking so deeply is quite endearing."

Before you can even begin to process what she just said, she's already around the corner, a stack of books in her arms as she presumably walks to the register. It takes another second or two to realize the books you were looking at were no longer in your hands.

You catch up to her just as she's paying for the books. "You don't have to get those…"

"Nonsense, dear. Besides, you forgot your wallet again, correct?"

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting to—again? How often do I forget my wallet?"

"Quite often, sweetheart. I've witnessed you run back inside the compound all the way to your room to retrieve it on plenty of occasions."

The fluttery feeling is back, soaring up up up and making your heart skip quite a few beats.

She looks at you like she knows something you don't as she pays for the books.

"Come, little one. Thor's waiting."

[lewisvinga]

too late! | liam lawson x fem! leclerc! reader

summary; when due to playing tennis and being a leclerc sister, y/n doesn’t often interact with other drivers. so while traveling, she meets liam lawson and ultimately falls in love with him. having overprotective brothers means having to stick to a soft launch before revealing her relationship

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; none (?)

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested ! haha but i actually don’t write for liam lol but i rlly liked this request:p n i don’t really know much abt tennis so bear w me lol

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yourusername: omg i’ll be in monaco soon!! let’s link up, i miss you😣😣

nicorosberg: make sure you keep that form up😉

yourusername: oh, nico, it was one time !!!

username: y/n gets a break from the wta tour and decides to soft launch😭😭😭

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yourusername: merci, mamannn💗 he says bonjour back😁

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[bvrnesher]

hello may i have a percy jackson x mortal reader (fluff because there too much angst with this trope) when the reader discover that he is a demigod, freak out but after annoy the heck of him asking him question about his power his family. established relationship :) please

۶ৎ — Fish Out of Water !

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Warnings: short as f ! humor, fluff, mild panic, percy struggling with too many questions, reader being way too curious about his powers.

ㅤ୨ৎ —˳ percy jackson ! mortal reader

Summary: percy never planned to spend his afternoon explaining his demigod status to you—especially not after you witnessed him slay a monster. Cue panic, existential crisis, and way too many questions.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗬 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗔 lot of things from today. Maybe a pop quiz. Maybe some monster-related disaster. Maybe even a surprise date with you if he was lucky.

What he had not expected was you finding out he was a demigod in the worst way possible.

"Percy," you said, voice a little too calm, a little too thin, "why is that thing exploding into dust?"

He turned, saw the remains of the monster he’d just stabbed fading into nothing, and winced. "Uh."

"And why," you continued, eyes wild, "did it try to eat me?"

Percy shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, so. Funny story—"

"Funny? Funny?" You threw your hands in the air. "Percy, that was a monster! A real, actual monster! That tried to kill me! And you just—" You made an exaggerated stabbing motion. "—like it was normal!?"

He winced. "I mean… it kind of is?"

You blinked. "I'm sorry. What."

So, yeah. Explaining that your very normal, very human boyfriend was actually not normal or human at all? Not how Percy had planned to spend his afternoon.

The initial freak-out was… intense. There was yelling. Pacing. Wild gestures. At one point, you threatened to "check him for gills" just to make sure he wasn’t secretly a fish.

But then—because of course—you started asking questions.

Too many questions.

"Wait, so when you say Poseidon is your dad, do you mean, like, biologically? Or is it more of a ‘divine vibes’ situation?"

"It’s weird."

You squinted. "So, if we have kids, they’ll be, what? Quarter-gods?"

Percy choked. "We are not—" He waved wildly. "—having this conversation right now."

"Okay, fine, whatever," you said, waving him off. "But, like. Can you breathe underwater?"

"Yeah."

"Can you talk to dolphins?"

"Yes."

"Can you control dolphins? Because that would be so cool—"

"No, I cannot summon an army of dolphins."

You looked vaguely disappointed. "Okay, but what if—"

Percy groaned, tipping his head back. "You are never letting this go, are you?"

"Absolutely not," you said cheerfully. "So. Do you glow when you're wet, or—"

"Oh my gods, shut up," he whined, taking you by the chin to silence you with a kiss. His lips met yours with that softness and carefree manner characteristic of Percy, while he placed his free hand on your lower back with the sole purpose of bringing you closer to him.

You let yourself melt in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck just before a smile formed on your lips. In the middle of the kiss, you managed to mumble, "A fish is kissing me?"

The words came out with the pure purpose of annoying Percy, and he growled into the kiss. "I hate you."

It was going to be a long day.

──﹙xoxo, s﹚

[bywons]

⋆ DOUBLE SHOT ESPRESSO — YJW

╰—— “ say you can't sleep? baby, i know, that's that me espresso ” — where jungwon still remembers the way to your heart

🪽 𝖾𝗑-𝖻𝖿! 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 x 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 g . 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗌𝟤𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 1855 𝒘𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 ! 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 ✦ ◞ CATALOGUE

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ib — espresso by sabrina carpenter ♡ for @okwonyo ’s celestial ballet event!

“jay?”, you pause your typing on the desktop, groaning as you massage your temples. “can you grab my usual drink from the cafeteria?”

“double shot espresso”, a mellow voice floats to you from the cubicle to your left, “am i right?”

“yeah, you're righ—”, wait. this doesn't sound like park jongseong. his voice is more serious, and besides you never had to repeat your order for jay. then whose voice is this? it sounds so familiar, so close. almost as if you know the face behind it.

you push your heels against the cold office floor, propelling yourself backward in your swivel chair, rolling away from your cubicle. it's dull, the atmosphere inside the office. the central AC cranked to the coolest setting, contributing to the dim lighting to make you squirm on your seat. outside, the sky is overcast, heavy with the promise of rain.

the wall separating you from the unknown man's cubicle, is now visible. behind it you can only see the outline of his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, fingers pretending to type.

“uhm”, you clear your throat, now just behind him, “you new here?”

“new to the office,” he finally spoke again, this time turning around in his chair, only to give you a heart attack, “but definitely not new to you.”

yang fucking jungwon. this cheeky bastard. you wish you could punch that sly smirk out of his face. the way his arms are crossed together with his head held high, eyes glinting with a mischievous hint while he holds his smirk on his lips.

is he trying to challenge you? but the last time you saw him was 5 months ago, in a desperate cry of getting you back in front of your apartment doorstep, with a bouquet of roses and baby's breath he bought in a rush. you had a hard time shooing him away that night. but then again jungwon is a fishy player, always at the node of your suspicion.

he has you banging your head against the wall, internally of course, yet again after 6 whole months.

jungwon leans back in his chair, head resting back, that teasing smile never leaving. this nonchalant asshole. "new job, same floor. didn't expect to see me, did you?”

“what do you want, jungwon?”, you try to keep your cool, arms crossed with a bored expression.

“ouch!”, he places a hand over his heart, pretending to be in pain— all the while having a smile attached, “jungwon? where's won? wonnie, my love? can we not do that?” what a drama queen.

you furrow your brows, a suspicious look casting over your face, “are you stalking me now?”

jungwon chuckles, sitting up straight in his chair, “stalking? no, i just happened to get a job here. pure coincidence.”

you narrow your eyes, not buying it for a second. “really? pure coincidence?”

“okay, maybe i pulled a few strings,” he admits, raising his hands in mock surrender. “but can you blame me? i missed you.”

“seriously, get out”, you whisper-scoff, loud enough for him to hear and frown. pushing your heels against the floor again, you return to your cubicle.

you cannot believe this man right now, did he actually stalk you enough to know your workplace? is he that desperate? heck, you can't even remember why you broke up with him in the first place. not with that pretty face of his following you to your cubicle, on his own swivel chair. and oh you can already predict his whines and horrific shenanigans to impress you back.

not to say, you do enjoy his company. he's a charming devil, always knowing how to make you laugh even when you don't want to. but you refuse to let him think he can just waltz back into your life without any consequences.

jungwon rolls his chair up beside yours, the wheels squeaking slightly. “ever since we've broken up, i can't sleep y/n. you're there in my dreams.”

you let out a chortle, loud enough to echo back to you, as you turn your head to jungwon— still laughing sarcastically. “i know, that's me, espresso. it's my kinda effect.”

“c’mon babe, let me have a chance to prove myself—”

“...i need to check this paperwork”, you stand up abruptly, collecting the messy papers filled with sticky notes all in a bunch and hurrying to the desk at the corner of the office.

before even putting the paperwork down on the desk, you feel his presence again beside you. he is speed, didn't waste a second of his time right after you broke up to show up at your door with your favourite plush toy he won at the claw machine in 5 minutes paired with his horrible guitar skills. to be very honest, you enjoy jungwon's antics. maybe even love it, he is an incredible person to be around. but he just can't be your hype boy, and you crave hype in your life.

you sigh, rummaging through the paperwork.

“remember our dance nights?”, you gasp at his sudden proximity, his lips nearly grazing the tip of your ears, the strong smell of his perfume ghosting all over. he moved a tad bit closer, the soft outline of his abs pressing gently against your back, “or the karaoke ones? or our late night swimming session? when have i ever bored you out, baby?”, his voice drops to a whisper.

thank god the office was empty, you don't how you would've explained your flustered face. you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, let them fly around, yang jungwon's going to mess up anyway. find some absurd antic of his to give you the ick and then you're gonna shoo him away again.

no more yang jungwon, no more headache, no more drama.

but what is life without a little drama? you've given the poor guy a fair chase of 6 months. he loves to chase hard to get, you love to play hard to get. it's a simple equation really, a match made in heaven. you can't deny the void you felt in your heart all these months when jungwon was away too. you were eager, longing, almost manifesting for his touch, for him to come back in your life.

and the universe listened, so you shouldn't complain now.

“i've been thinking of you, every day, every night”, his voice becoming huskier, now standing just behind. his fingers threaten to close in your waist; he plays with the fabric of your shirt.

“isn't that sweet?”, you reply, unable to move a muscle— you're under his spell, or is he under yours?

“i guess so,” he scoffs, “everything about you is sweet.” his hands finally close in around your waist, chin resting on top of your shoulder.

god, why aren't there any people in this office! it's only giving yang jungwon more courage to pull you closer, until your back pressed against his broad chest. a wave of nostalgia, dangerous for both of yet more for him. he has missed you, your touch, your voice, your daily espresso. god knows how bad he waited for this, again.

feathery lips brushing against the tip of your ears, a shiver down your spine. are you in for it again?

“why now?” you ask, exasperation creeping into your voice. “why after all these months?”

he takes a deep breath, his expression turning serious, arms tightening around you. “because i’ve had time to think. time to realise how much i screwed up and how much i miss you. i know it won’t be easy, but i'm willing to do whatever it takes.”

you shake your head, feeling the weight of his words but unwilling to give in just yet. “jungwon, we broke up for a reason. we both needed space and time to figure things out.”

“i know,” he says softly, turning you around. “and i've used that time to work on myself. i’ve changed, love. let me show you.”

you look into his eyes, searching for any hint of deception. but all you see is sincerity and determination. it’s the same look he had when you first fell for him.

a moment of bliss, before jungwon makes it even more euphoric. he pulls you in, in a long awaited kiss, lips desperately in search of the lost taste of espresso in yours. the bitter sweetness that he misses so hard. his hands grasp around your waist and pull you in closer, tongue running past your lips.

a bold move. all of this. a serious kiss with your ex on the first day of your new job? jungwon knows you like this type of bold.

“so..”, you pull away from the kiss, hands resting behind his neck, “...what now?”

“you still taste sweet,” jungwon lets out a breathy laugh, brushing his thumb against your lower lip, “just like i remember, like your double shot espresso.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “you and your cheesy lines, won. some things never change.”

“some things shouldn’t,” he retorts, his gaze softening. “like us.”

you open your mouth to respond, but the moment is interrupted by the sound of a familiar melody playing from his phone. jungwon grins, pulling back just enough to fish his phone out of his pocket.

“speaking of espresso,” he says with a playful glint in his eyes, “remember our dance nights?”

before you can protest, he’s already hit play, the catchy beat filling the otherwise quiet office. he holds out a hand, eyes twinkling with bliss. “may i have this dance?”

you glance around, ensuring the office is still empty, then take his hand with a resigned sigh. “you're impossible, jungwon. impresaing with dance steps now?”

he pulls you close, swaying to the music. “impossible to resist, you mean.”

you laugh despite yourself, letting him twirl you around the small space. jungwon’s dance moves are as ridiculous yet fabulous as ever, over-exaggerated and comically dramatic, but it’s exactly what you needed. he spins you out and back into his arms, dipping you low as the chorus hits.

“you always did love this song,” you say breathlessly as he pulls you back up.

“because it reminds me of you,” he replies, his expression softening. “strong, bold, unforgettable.”

your heart flutters at his words, and you find yourself leaning into him, the familiar comfort of his presence washing over you. maybe, just maybe, giving him another chance wouldn’t be the worst idea.

as the song ends, jungwon holds you close, his forehead resting against yours once more. “so, what now?”

you smile, feeling a warmth in your chest that you haven’t felt in months. “now, we take it one step at a time.”

“deal,” he agrees, his smile matching yours. “but can we start with that double shot espresso?”

“i'm more of a one shot espresso girl now.”

“one shot, double shot, triple shot, anything to get you back now”, jungwon presses a soft kiss against your lips.

espresso and jungwon will definitely be your favourites in the world, for a long long time.

a/n — omg i had so much fun writing this, i hope i brought out the best meaning of that song through this writing ^^ once again, happy 3k jiah pie,, love ya loads always mwah mwah ><

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[drunkenlionwrites]

For the James smut asks, I wouldn't mind your list of what kinks you think he has

Heck yeah nonnie, I sure can do that!

Warnings: smut, impact play, a bit of unhealthy sexual behaviours

James Sunderland kinks headcanons:

Praise/Humiliation kink: to you, he’s always willing to show you and himself how good of a partner he can be. He’s attentive, gentle and constantly praises and compliments you in the moment: how good you’re making him feel, how great you’re taking it or how fucking ready he’s to do anything you want. For him, he’ll enjoy either. Taking a slap hearing how pathetic he is for oozing pre-cum for you when you barely touched him? Heck yeah. Hearing gentle murmurs calling him “good boy” and how good he fucks you? He’s the happiest man.

Talking about slapping him - he will like impact play He asks for you to do that at one point and if you’re on board - he’ll ask for you to do that from time to time when he’s in the mood. Slapping across the cheek, or tugging his head by the hair. He’d be into that at times, his feelings of guilt and self-hatred never leaving for good. I believe he’ll also be not very knowledgeable about proper BDSM rules, so learning how to do stuff ethically will be on you, unfortunately. It will never delve into something very deep, so just mutual agreement before doing some things, or him asking to do something explicitly + safe word would do. I don’t think his habits would be very healthy tbh though. I don’t think he’d ever want to be rough with you in return. Though, if you’d ask him to spank your butt - he’d do that and enjoy it.

One thing that is also crossing borders with his tendencies is edge play. He’ll be a pathetic whimpering mess after a few times you deny him his orgasm. I don’t think he’ll be able to last for long, but a few rounds is something he could do. He’ll beg for you and cry when you stop and force him to wait yet again, yet he’s enjoying every second of it and the way the orgasm feels when you allow him to reach his peak at last. It’s the mix of emotional impact and the way it physically feels for him. With you he tried an edge play a few times - but you’re so pliant and sweet, that he cannot stop himself in time and with light chuckle he decides to just give you few orgasms instead.

[winter-kh-sideblog]

Axel from chain of memories is just so funny as a concept. I’m Obsessed with him

It’s like if the horrifying assassin sent to kill you was a minimum wage employee going through a divorce. And he didnt feel any guilt or apprehension about trying to kill you, (a random child LITERALLY just trying to find and hug your friends) but he Was lazy (depressed) as heck and hated his job. And trying to kill you faster so he could depression nap.

And his one source of joy was scaring the crap out of people and torturing them to death.

And ALSO he was a single dad struggling to work two jobs who loved his kids dearly but that did not make him a Better person or more likely to spare you .

The ONLY chance u have of survival comes down to whether or not he’s lazy enough to give up and depression nap.

The kids maybe make him More likely to stay and kill you because hes secretly worried he’s a bad father and he doesnt have to face up to Having Conversations About Feelings and Admitting He Cares About His Kids for however long hes scaring u.

He has stupid goth makeup with little clown looking teardrops under his eyes and a stupid catchphrase. He barely gets payed and has like no vacation days and is overworked because his company is stupidly short staffed and his ex husband is his manager and keeps sending him to assassinate his few remaining coworkers and hes too low in the company to argue and explain why this is a stupid idea. And management being like “ugh its like you dont even care about this job and you just wanna do the bare minimum and clock out. Now go kill your coworkers”

And ALSO its so funny because you dont know ANY of this

Imagine a scary horror clown man trying to murder you and you are About to die and then the horror clown’s alarm goes off and hes like “oh thank god its union mandated paid ten minute break. They CANNOT make me work in this time Fuck yeah goodbye loser” and he just Teleports across the room and is immediately on the phone like “babe STOP texting me . I DONT want you back. Maybe stop trying to kill our employees if youre so mad about us being short staffed. WAIT did you send me here to die. Was this a murder attempt. Hello?!?! HELLO?!??? DONT HANG UP ON ME?!??” And then he sighs and shrugs and starts reapplying glimmer eyeshadow until another alarm goes off and hea like “ewwwwwww work time.” And he stares at you like hed rather do anything in the world than resume your death fight. And then he stabs you with an on fire weapon and starts evil cackling with his full chest

Literally no one else will ever be him

[sarnai4]

Angst!

Ares: *walking down the halls of Olympus*

*random crying*

Ares: *looks around* the heck?

Athena: *curled up in a dark corner sobbing*

Ares: Thea!? *runs over and crouched down beside her* what happened?! What’s wrong!?

Athena: *moves away* 😭😭

Ares: sis…*takes his helmet off and sits in front of her* please what happened?

Athena: he..Hephaestus tr..tried to r@pe..

Ares:… I’ll fucking kill him! *gets up to end him*

Athena; *grabs his hand* no please don’t leave!

Ares:…okay *sits back beside her and hugs her*

Athena; *clings to him crying*

Angst😈My dear friend.

Oh yeah. 100%. When I read about that myth, my jaw probably hit the floor in the Underworld. Hephaestus is very much like the bulk of guys on Olympus. I completely believe that he would have been beaten to mortality if Ares found out and if he found RIGHT AFTER IT ALMOST HAPPENED...👿Cannot wait for that retribution.

[justmeexistinghere]

W H E R E S H A D O W S M E E T

pt.8 Tangle

ˏ*⁀➷Masterlist

pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt.6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt.9 - pt.10 soon

Summary:

The city is cold, the night endless. Bruised and restless, you drift through streets that don’t care if you vanish. Old promises, new scars, and a shadow that feels a little too familiar.

Sometimes, survival means letting someone close—whether you want to or not.

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-> Geum Seongje x fem!reader (slowburn) -> Warnings: violence / physical fights, blood / injury, swearing / strong language, mentions of past trauma, catcalling (hopefully I didn't forget anything) -> Wordcount: 3.359 -> 📝English isn’t my first language & this is my first story — thank you for your patience ♡

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You cannot find the right words, so you just fumble around with your fingers, eyes fixed on the ground. There’s a tight, burning knot in your stomach—nervousness, guilt, maybe both. The silence stretches until Gotak finally sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Hey, y/n… seriously, I can’t read minds. It’d be awesome if you could finally open your mouth and tell us what the heck happened—and why Baku is basically a ghost right now…”

You force yourself to look up, catching Gotak’s expectant gaze. The words stick in your throat, dry and heavy. “I… I honestly don’t know. We arrived, went in, but their leader—whoever that is—only wanted to talk to Baku, so they sent me out.” You shrug, feeling every pair of eyes pressing in. “Didn’t really feel like arguing about it.”

Juntae frowns. “Wait, so… so you were out there alone? Isn’t that, like, super dangerous?” You force a half-smile, more muscle memory than comfort.

“It wasn’t that bad. And I wasn’t completely alone.” Your eyes flick away, not quite ready to elaborate. Yeah, just you, the cold, and the devil himself. What could possibly go wrong? 

“But this isn’t about me. It’s about Baku.”

Gotak’s expression darkens. “Baekjin…“ he mumbles. So quiet you barely catch it. Baekjin? You weren’t that invested in the whole Union thing before. But somehow that name was familiar, though it didn’t click immediately. “Baku looked… off. Nervous. Like he’d just seen a ghost, or was it anger?” You pause, searching their faces. “Anyway, he totally was out of character, suuuper scary.” Gotak’s jaw clenches, forehead creased. His thoughts probably run wild, like a hamster racing in his wheel. The other two just look at you and listen. “He didn’t say anything. Just… left. Didn’t even look back. And I was just standing there like an abandoned kitten.”

Sieun finally speaks, voice softer than usual. “That’s not like him.”

You nod, swallowing. “I know. I was so—” You cut yourself off, unsure what you’re even trying to say. “I didn’t know what to do. So I just let him go.”

Gotak exhales, rubbing his neck. “This feels familiar. I’ve seen him like this before. Once…” He doesn’t elaborate, but meets your eyes, worry carved deep. “That doesn’t mean anything good. We need to keep an eye on him. This fucking Union asshole, what did he tell Baku?”

You swallow, the unease in your stomach twisting tighter. Before you could discuss anything else the school’s bell cuts in— sharp and shrill, slicing through the tension like a warning shot. Everyone flinches, just a little.

Not like it actually scared you.

Okay, maybe a little.

Sieun’s shoulders tense, eyes darting toward the building. Juntae and Gotak are up in an instant—Gotak slinging his arm around the other boy’s shoulders, both moving off with brisk, almost mechanical steps. You’re still rooted to the spot, mind caught in a web of questions and worst-case scenarios. Motivation for class? Nonexistent.

You barely register Gotak’s voice as he checks his phone. “We’ll text,” he says, giving you a meaningful look. You manage to release a “Let me know if Baku shows up. We’ll keep in touch,” which earns a nod before they disappear into the stream of students.

Sieun, though, doesn’t move. He sits there, tense, gaze fixed on the ground, as if he is trying to solve an extemely hard math problem. It surprises you—a lot. Normally, he’s long gone by now—first in the classroom, always ahead. The fact that he even agreed to meet outside is unusual enough; that he lingers now, even more so.

As you finally gather some motivation, you move towards him. Even if he is not the biggest fan of physical touch you rest your hand lightly on his shoulder. He startles, just a little, but doesn’t pull away.

When his eyes meet yours, you try to make your “Ready?” sound soft and encouraging. You let your hand fall. Sieun nods, slow and deliberate, fingers tightening on the straps of his bag before he stands. For a moment, you walk side by side toward the building—quiet, but not alone.

You stare at the board, but the words blur into meaningless shapes. Your phone buzzes under the desk—Gotak.

Baku’s still not here. I’m worried he’ll do something stupid. I’ll look for him after class. Don’t wait up. K Take care!

You try to focus, but everything around you fades into background noise. Not the lesson, not the teacher’s voice, not the scrape of chairs matters. 

Your mind drifts—from Baku back to the Union, to that name. Baekjin. Why does it make your skin crawl? Do you even want to know?

There’s a restlessness in your chest, a sense that something buried is clawing its way up. It’s as if your organs have decided to host their own bumper car tournament, slamming around with zero coordination and even less concern for your comfort.

Then it clicks.

He… He mentioned him. Your brother.

You don’t talk about him much—hardly ever, actually. Especially since your dad banned his name from the house, like that could erase what happened. He never understood. Never tried. He swallowed the rumors whole, never bothered to spit out the lies. Why? You still don’t know. But you hated him for it.

It took ages before you could look your dad in the eye again. Those days blurred together—rage simmering under your skin, your hands trembling after every slammed door, every muffled argument. Sometimes you’d lie awake, chest tight, staring at the ceiling, wishing you could scream loud enough to drown out the silence. You hated everyone who whispered, everyone who looked away. The Union was involved too, but not enough for you to remember their faces—just the name, echoing somewhere in the background.

Maybe that’s where you heard it. Maybe that’s why Baekjin’s name feels like a bruise you can’t stop pressing. And now, the more you think about it, the more that bruise seems to bleed.

Your brother had mentioned him. Baekjin. A fucking smart-ass genius who started some kind of student alliance. Back then, you didn’t know it was the Union he meant, or that their leader was both brains and fists. How well did they know each other? You never asked. Your brother and you were close, but that’s something he never talked about. There were already too many secrets wedged between you, growing wider every day.

You remember training with him—callused hands correcting your stance, laughter echoing in the backyard, sweat stinging your eyes. He wanted to go pro, once. You were—still are—fascinated by his skills. But not just you.

At school, no one dared mess with you, since his shadow was long, and your own fists learned quickly—even added your own little tricks. But things changed. He started missing practice, showing up with bruises he wouldn’t explain, drifting toward people whose names didn’t mean good. Yeah, sounds like some cliché “teenager-is-choosing-the-wrong-path-and-is-drifting-further-apart” story and maybe it is, but this time you were part of it. 

The rumors started—illegal fights, debts, trouble that stuck like oil on skin. He was accused of some serious matter that got him suspended. At that time your dad even feared that your brother might end up in jail.

Everything settled, but your mom took him away. Your dad's idea. Brilliant... A new start, a break or rather some other kind of punishment. And after that, his absence settled over everything like dust. Your dad shut down, wouldn’t even let you have his number. Drastic, you were aware of that, but your dad went all in. Didn’t want you to end up like him. As if that would change anything…

At school, you became the thug’s sister. Target number one. At least that is what you felt. You fought back—too hard, maybe. The day you were expelled, your knuckles were raw and your heart felt hollow. That’s how you landed in Eunjang. A new school, a new start. Or maybe just another round in the ring.

But this time you promised to keep a low profile, quit fighting, not get into conflicts... For you? Or for someone else?

Nevermind, you were never a pro in keeping promises.

Especially the ones you made mainly to yourself.

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You blink down at your desk, realizing you haven’t turned a single page in your textbook. The blurry print slowly turns clearer, but it’s also obvious—you definitely don’t need a mirror to know—that your eyes are rimmed red.

A shadow shifts towards you.

“Hey,” a voice—flat, mildly annoyed, as if it wasn’t the first time he asks. “Got a pen?” You glance up, startled. Honestly, you’re not sure this guy even had a name until now. His hair’s messy in the way that says, *I lost a fight with my pillow,* and he’s looking at you like you’re the weird one.

You fish a pen from your pencil case with stiff fingers and hand it over, mumbling, “Don’t lose it. That thing’s done more schoolwork than I have.”

He takes it without a thanks, already turning away. You’re about to let it slide, but something cold brushes your cheek. Reflexively, you wipe it away—and freeze. A tear. Just one. Traitor.

You rub at your face harder than necessary, hoping it passes as *I’m just tired,* not *I’m emotionally unraveling.* The student glances at you again, maybe catching the movement.

“You good?” he asks, hesitant now. Like he regrets making eye contact.

You plaster on a smile that could earn an oscar. “Never better. Just contemplating the pointlessness of the educational system.”

He blinks. “Okay…”

“Anyway, enjoy the pen. Don’t get dumb ideas.”

He wisely decides not to respond to that and turns back to his worksheet. You stare down at your own notes, which look more like ancient hieroglyphs than anything useful. The sting behind your eyes finally fades, letting you breathe normally again. Even if it means dragging more of that stifling classroom air into your lungs.

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The rest of the day at school just went over like usual, except for the turmoil that seems like it made itself a home inside of your head. Now it’s not just Baku, but also the memories you should have kept locked in the dusty end of your brain. As you drift outside, backpack slung over one shoulder, everything just… dissolves.

You tell yourself you’re just killing time, but the truth is, you can’t face home yet. Just one foot in front of the other. Nothing more. Every sound is muffled, the streets, the crowds, even the shifting light all fade into a dull, meaningless backdrop.

You walk, head down, letting the city swallow you. No one notices. You could vanish and the world would keep spinning.

How is Baku? Will he be alright? Did Gotak find him? You look at your phone, almost blinded by the sudden brightness. Nothing. Again. Fuck.

You keep moving, barely aware of where your feet are taking you. The ache in your chest grows heavier with every block. You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking when you realize you’ve drifted into unfamiliar streets—somewhere you wouldn’t usually go, not alone. Seems like trouble really follows you like a shadow. Great. You try to orientate yourself, but you fail. Your phone died—perfect timing—so you continue to wander around to find something you recognize. The silence is too loud, nothing or no one breaks it in the nightly haze. Wait, maybe your trembling jaw—teeth chattering together in a rhythm you can’t control—is louder than you like. The cold seeps through your clothes, but it’s nothing compared to the numbness inside. You want the grief inside to stop, to drown it out with something—anything—louder, sharper, real.

That’s when you hear it—a whistle—not the kind of sharpness you wanted. It’s coming from two guys leaning against a wall, eyes following you with lazy, predatory interest. “Hey, pretty thing, where you headed?” These words made a cold shiver run down your spine. Gross. Normally you would just roll your eyes and go past them, not letting these words go through you. But tonight, they hit differently, slicing through you and stoking the chaos inside.

You stop. For a heartbeat, you just stand there, letting their voices fill the space where your own thoughts should be. You turn, meeting their gaze, anger simmering beneath your skin. “Leave me alone, assholes,” you manage, but your voice is raw, trembling. One more chance. Otherwise, you will skin them alive. Honestly.

One of them laughs, stepping closer. “Aw, don’t be like that. We just wanna have some fun.” As if he never heard of the concept private space.

Something in you snaps.

You throw the first punch, wild and reckless, not pulling your strength. Your knuckles sting as they connect with a shoulder—not enough to hurt him, but enough to surprise him. You don’t care if you get hit—maybe you even want it, just to feel anything but the hollow ache in your chest that annoys you. Baku, the Union, your family matters and that fucking Seongje that you can’t get out of your mind—even in this situation.

Fuck it. Once again… but not the same.

He stumbles back, then laughs. “This girl got guts,” he cockily snaps towards his comrade. “True, but will you just accept being hit by that chick?” His eyes find yours again. The desperation of him accepting the fight lingers inside you, even clearer that the rationality, you took to heart before. His fist slams into your jaw, a sharp crack that sends your head snapping sideways. Pain explodes across your face, hot and blinding, but it feels good. Real. You grin through it, tasting blood in your mouth.

The second guy grabs you from behind, shoving you against the wall. The bricks dig into your back, cold and rough. His fingers are tight on your shoulders. Almost like a good massage you have yearned for. But you want more. You raise your knee, to provoke him with the pain. He lets go with a grunt, doubling over, but he’s not out. Your heart is hammering, while your breath is coming in ragged gasps.

Your blows land hard, wild, fueled by everything you’ve been holding back. Relieving everything that’s on your heart, until he backs down. And it feels good. It really does, but it’s… not enough. You don’t stop. You can’t.

The first guy comes at you again, fist aimed at your ribs. You don’t dodge in time—it knocks the air out of you. You groan, memories and troubles start to fade. Finally. With a strong punch you manage to knock out the guy who just attacked you. The training was a success, but for what price? What are you thinking? Why were you doing that just know? The rage filled atmosphere switches to the hit of realization. Even stronger than anything from the fight just now. Fuck. Your vision blurs and tears stream down your face.

Before the adrenaline in your body can pack its suitcase, a sharp, sudden crash, loud enough to make your teeth rattle, occurs. Glass shatters, spraying shards across the pavement. The sound slices through the haze of your feelings, freezing you in place. Your head snaps toward the noise, heart about to explode, every muscle tense. For a split second, you don’t understand what just happened.

The guy you’d completely dismissed—next to the other idiot who had all your attention—yelps. Seongje stands in front of him, tight grab on the wrist—probably where he held the bottle of beer before. But wait, when the hell did he appear. At which point did he get involved?

“Oh, come on, dumbass, use your fists,” he says, letting go of his grip and taking a step back. “Come on,” he adds, shoving him teasingly before easily dodging the wild punch that follows. He then punches the guy once—hard—which makes him crumple to the ground.

“Aish, you’re just a bunch of weak dumbasses,” Seongje laughs, almost disappointed.

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Your adrenaline fades. The pain catches up, but it’s dull now, distant. You’re shaking and even more tears well up before you can stop them. You collapse, sobbing, all the fight gone out of you.

“Hey, stop crying, it ruins your pretty face.”

You try to glare at him through the blur of tears, but your face just doesn't listen. A sob rips from your throat, raw and ugly. You want to snap back, to tell him to shut up, but your body betrays you—shoulders shaking, hands trembling, lungs burning with every breath.

Seongje hesitates, his smirk fading. He shifts his weight, awkward, like he’s not sure what to do with a crying girl. “Shit,” he pauses for split second, like he has never been in such a situation. “Don’t—don’t do that. I can’t stand to see you trembling in fear with that pretty face of yours.” The usual unbothered guy sighs, looking away, then back at you. “You’re a mess,” he says, but his voice is softer than usual, missing the usual bite. He reaches out, hesitates, then lets his hand drop. He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit you’ve never seen before. “Come on. Get up. You can’t stay here.”

You don’t move. The pavement is cold beneath your knees, the night air sharp on your skin. Everything hurts—your ribs, your face, your heart. But more than anything, you’re tired. So tired.

As you wipe your face with your sleeve, blood smears across your skin. “You can go,” you say, voice rough but steadier than you feel. “I’ll be fine. I always am.”

Seongje hesitates, still crouched beside you. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found. Instead, there’s something unfamiliar in his expression—uncertainty, maybe even concern. “You sure?” he asks, but you don’t answer right away.

You take a deep breath, trying to get your bearings. The world sharpens around you, the aftermath clearer then everything, leaving you shaky and sore. You push yourself up, but your legs wobble, threatening to give out. You grit your teeth, refusing to let him see you weak. “God, I am fucking wasted,” you mutter, trying to sound sarcastic, but your voice cracks.

Seongje watches you, his brow furrowed. “Yeah, you are,” he lets out with a friendly smile. “Fuck, what was I thinking? My dad will kill me if he sees me like that,” you laugh out, out of despair. He reaches out, steadying you as you sway. You want to argue, tell him to leave you alone. Back to your strong self, concentrate… but you can’t. Your legs buckle, and for a second, you’re sure you’re going down. Seongje’s grip tightens, holding you up. He doesn’t let go. He doesn’t say anything. For a moment, it’s just you and him, the street silent. And for the first time in a while also your mind.

Then, without a word, he turns and kneels in front of you. “Get on,” he says, voice gruff. “I’m not carrying you like a princess. But I’m not letting you walk home like this either.”

You blink, confused. “What the hell, Seongje?”

He glances over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Just get on my shoulders. Unless you want to crawl home. It’s a special offer, only valid for the next three seconds.” It’s so unlike him—so out of character—that you almost laugh. But your legs are still weak, and the thought of walking is unbearable. You swallow your pride and, after a moment’s hesitation, drape your arms over his shoulders.

He stands, lifting you with surprising ease. You’re not sure what to do with your hands, so you hold on tight. Seongje doesn’t say anything. He just starts walking, his steps sure and steady. And for the first time in hours, you feel something other than pain—something warm, something safe. You zone out. It’s just you two, nothing more. Your mind is at peace, at least for a moment. You will just savor it for the time being.

For a moment, the smell of smoke lingers—warm, familiar, wrapping you in a comfort you don’t want to lose. Again, it's something like a rescue blanket.

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to be continued...

pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt.6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt.9 - pt.10 (next friday)

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. This time I added some lines from wolf of the english translation of the webtoon as an easteregg haha

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Maybe This Time - Part Six

Jessie Fleming X Reader

Summary: Jessie’s on top of the world and simply cannot wait to see you. She can finally hold you in her arms and call you hers. Final confessions as you reunite.

Warnings: Nothing but Fluff (capital ‘F’) and emotions, folks.

A/N: Romance! Slow burn finally pays off! Hope you all enjoy. I loved writing this. Other parts are available here.

Jessie's body felt like it was buzzing as she rode down the street. She cleared her throat as she tried to fight off an impending smile, but was only half successful.

She got to her destination and hopped off her bike, walking it to a nearby rack to lock it up. Her phone vibrated and she smiled before even looking at it. She unlocked it and read the last few messages in your conversation.

"Made it back to my apartment 👍 Are you done work?"

"I'm glad! I hope you're planning to take a nap. And do absolutely nothing this evening other than rest. I know you slept on the plane, but still. Sorry for the delay – I just got out of a meeting. I'm logging off for the day. Hallelujah lol."

"No worries at all. I know you're a busy and important lady lol. And no naps just yet, but I did laundry! What are you up to this evening?"

"Of course you did laundry already lol. Why am I not surprised haha. Promise me you won't do chores all evening. I'm not up to much tonight. TBD, I suppose lol."

Jessie smiled to herself furthermore as she called you.

"Hello?" You said, a curious laugh in your voice as you greeted her.

"I promise I won’t do chores all evening," Jessie replied, pulling a laugh out of you.

"Very good," you said in approval. "Cause, you know, I'd hate for our first fight to be about laundry. That would just be silly."

"First fight?" Jessie inquired. "That seems like something that usually requires more than one date, so that sounds promising."

You laughed. "True. Well, if you play your cards right we'll have enough dates that we'll eventually hit the 'first fight' milestone. Where are you anyway? It sounds like you're outside."

"Yeah, just finished biking," Jessie relayed, smiling into the phone. "Are you done work yet?"

"Yeah, I've shut everything down. I'm just looking for something to watch. I'm too lazy to start dinner just yet," you explained. "Wait, hold on, I'm getting another call. Oh, it's my buzzer. That's weird."

"Maybe you should answer it," Jessie suggested. You gave a weary sigh, that made her stifle a laugh.

"Fine. Okay, hold on."

Jessie stood there as the call on her phone went silent and your voice came through the buzzer speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hi," Jessie said, voice cheerful as she tried to tamp some of her excitement.

"Jess? Wait. Hold on, I thought I switched over to the buzzer. Just a sec."

Jessie stifled another laugh and waited patiently as you sorted things out. She finally laughed while you muttered to yourself.

"Buzz me in," Jessie said.

"Wait. What? I'm confused."

She laughed again. "Y/N. I'm at your apartment. Buzz me in."

"What?" Your voice was high with surprise. "You're kidding me."

"I'm not," Jessie chuckled. "I mean, if you want me to go..."

Instead of receiving a rebuttal, Jessie simply heard the click of the door along with the tone to alert her that the door was unlocked. She stepped inside and headed up to your apartment. She was about to knock on your door when it swung open to reveal you standing there with a scrutinizing look.

Jessie wore a complacent smile on her face as she held up a bag of take-out in front of her.

"I brought you dinner."

"What the heck," you exclaimed as you stepped out, bypassing the bag and pulling Jessie into a tight hug, which she readily returned.

Jessie tucked her head against yours and couldn't resist the content sigh that escaped her as you fit into her arms and pulled her close. It felt new and yet entirely familiar and natural at the same time. The hug lasted several, long moments until you pulled back, though only enough to look Jessie in the eye, arms still around her waist and sending further jolts of electricity up through her body.

"I didn't know you were coming," you said, eyes bright with wonder. Your smile widened. "I didn't think I'd get to see you until next week."

"I know." Jessie nodded. "We were landing and I just..." She paused, gaze flicking away as heat built in her face before she felt something click inside of her and she looked to you, a sudden feeling of ease and comfort coming over her as she took you in. "I just kept thinking about how much I wanted to see you. I know our date's only a week away, but we've waited long enough. I've wasted enough time and don't want to waste any more."

Jessie nearly beamed at the way your cheeks reddened and the way you looked at her. She'd waited years for you to look at her like this. And, well, while maybe she'd seen hints of it years before, now it was unhindered and there were no 'maybes' left.

Jessie's posture straightened and her breath hitched momentarily as your soft hand came to rest on her cheek.

"You're incredible. You know that, right?" You asked, eyes gentle and warm.

Jessie swallowed. She could hear her pulse pounding in her head as she held your gaze.

"I'm just being honest," she eventually managed to say.

"Well, I love it. And I agree, we've waited long enough," you said as you pulled back and led her into your apartment by her hand.

She followed wordlessly, watching you the whole way through and eventually jerking her head to the side when you finally turned back around. Despite her attempt to hide her staring, she caught the smirk that had snuck across your lips as she turned away. You took the bag of food from Jessie and set it down on the counter, releasing her hand in the process and leaving her missing it immediately.

"If I had known you were coming by I would've tried to look a bit more presentable. You know, not immediately changing into my worst sweats and t-shirt immediately after work finished," you said with a chuckle as you leaned back against the counter. Jessie's head immediately snapped back to you with a deep frown etched on her face.

"What are you talking about? I love it," she said unequivocally. She hesitated momentarily before relaxing into the moment. “You always look good,” she said assuredly. She frowned deeper as you gave her a look that was both disbelieving and affectionate. Eventually, you relented with an eye roll and a faint smirk.

"I suppose you've seen me in worse states than this," you admitted. A wry grin crossed your face as you folded your arms across yourself. "Remember the night after Teagan's year-end party?"

Jessie practically snorted a laugh. "Remember holding your hair back while you puked your guts out all night and morning? Running all over getting whatever remedies for you? Yeah, I remember."

"Yeah, it was like the exorcism," you said plainly before turning haughty, holding your head high. "Well, I learned to never try to out-drink an Aussie."

Jessie laughed and a moment later she smiled wider. "Oh, and remember when you had that extreme flu for like two weeks?"

"Oh yeah, let's not forget that," you deadpanned, giving her a comical stare before slipping back into a smile. "I get it, you've seen me in some very unflattering states."

"And I still-" Jessie caught herself, smile tightening and she cleared her throat. "I'm still interested."

You held her gaze, smiling softly at her before dropping it momentarily as you gently pushed off the counter and took a step towards her. "I'm glad."

The room was silent and the air around you began to infuse with anticipation and brightness. Your smile grew as you held her gaze.

“And I’m still super glad I got up the nerve to tell you about my delusional moment years before.”

Jessie let out a breathy laugh though she didn’t break eye contact. “Not delusional at all. I would’ve done anything to take you on a date.”

“Anything except ask me out,” you replied with a wink. Jessie blushed and her gaze dropped momentarily before she smirked up at you.

“Well, I’ve asked you out now,” she said. You took a step towards her and nodded with a quiet smile.

“You have.”

“And I’m really excited for it,” Jessie added. Her blush deepened a bit despite herself. She didn’t let it stop her this time though. “So excited in fact that I just couldn’t wait the few days to see you again.”

Your smile grew and you closed the space between you, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck. Jessie beamed before quieting her smile while she wrapped her arms securely around your waist.

“Well I'm glad I'm not the only one,” you told her. “Because I didn’t want to wait either.” You swallowed your hesitation. “I missed you. I know it’s silly, b-”

“I missed you too,” Jessie cut in, smiling brightly at you. “All the time. Janine’s always making fun of me because I check my phone way too often to see if I missed anything from you.”

You chuckled and sent a shiver down Jessie’s spine as you began to caress the back of her neck.

“You are far too cute. I love that you do that. I’m the same,” you confessed. "It's hard to believe now that there was a time - too long - when you weren't a constant in my day."

Jessie’s face hurt from trying not to smile too much. She gave you a nod. "I know the feeling."

She took you in, the softness in your eyes as you stood in her embrace. One that wasn't fleeting or masked as something it wasn't. She could hold you, truly hold you. Emotions began to rise in her throat and she let them out in a rush.

“I just can't believe this. I can! But I can't. I just-" She lost her words and shook her head affectionately at you. "I’m glad it’s not too much. You know, me calling you in the middle of the night. Me showing up unannounced. If it’s ever too much, just tell me. I’ve never really dated, so I don’t really know if I’m coming on too strong. Not that I think we’re dating. I know you didn’t agree to that, but-”

Jessie’s words ceased as you brought a single finger gently to her lips. Her breath stilled in her lungs and her heartbeat pounded in her ears as you slowly leaned in, dropping your hand to rest delicately on her shoulder and suddenly your soft lips were upon hers. The kiss lingered and Jessie’s eyes fluttered shut as you leaned subtly into her.

No thoughts registered in Jessie’s mind and she belatedly realized that you’d slowly drawn back, though remaining in her arms. When she gradually opened her eyes she saw you looking at her in what she couldn’t help but interpret as adoration. It made her feel weak in the knees.

“For the record, that’s confirmation that you’re doing great,” you said with a soft laugh.

Jessie was stunned. Elated. She’d pictured kissing you countless times, countless ways, but no dream of hers, no matter how vivid, lived up to this. It wasn’t even a heated, passionate kiss, but it was everything and she felt it down to her toes.

Jessie leaned in and kissed you once more. Deeper this time. Longer. Pulling you closer in her arms, feeling the shape of your body fitting perfectly against hers.

When she finally broke off the kiss, she smiled upon seeing you breathless, a dark pink tinge colouring your cheeks. She wished she could take a picture of you like this.

“Wow,” you breathed. Jessie beamed before tamping her excitement and ultimately just looking smug instead. You gave her a soft shove as you rolled your eyes, but leaned into the embrace further.

“So, dating, huh?” You asked, cheeks still pink.

Jessie’s smugness immediately shifted. She was about to speak, but you beat her to it.

“Don’t get me wrong, it sounds amazing. But I want to be really clear. I know we’ve shared a lot recently, and I don’t know if it’s like this for you, but things feel so natural and right and such a long time coming, but I also know you have your career and you’re at a really special and important time during it. You weren’t exactly looking for a relationship - you have a lot of obligations you need to balance. I don’t want to take you away from anything or be the reason you don’t do the things you want to do. That would never be my intention and I’d never ask you to sacrifice anything, but I don’t want you to make different decisions because of me.”

Jessie waited patiently, ensuring you got everything off your chest before she spoke.

“Y/N, I’ve been searching for this for years. How I felt for you all those years ago, it felt right. And it feels unequivocally right now, too,” she gave a breathless shrug and felt her throat constrict under the strain of her emotions. "And now that you're back in my life. I don't know how I managed without you. And I don't ever want to do it again. It’s you. It’s always been you.

"And I hear you - you don’t want me to compromise my career. But I don’t have to. You have your career as well. We both have obligations, but we already make time for each other. I’m going to keep playing, but if I’m not on the pitch - I’m yours. That’s what I want. And if you’re okay with it, then that’s how it’ll be.”

Jessie’s chest tightened exquisitely as you captured her lips once more.

“I am more than okay with that,” you told her. You narrowed your eyes playfully at her. “So did we just skip the first date and go straight to girlfriends?”

Jessie’s heart jumped into her throat in the best way possible.

“I am perfectly okay with that,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice steady despite the excitement that coursed through her. She couldn’t help herself.

“If I’m being honest, I’ve pictured you as far more than my girlfriend many times.” She paused. “I saw how your exes were with you. I saw how they disappointed you and frustrated you. I’m human and we’re new to this, so of course I won’t be perfect, but I know I can and I do love you better and more than they ever did. I know how to make you smile when you’re feeling your worst, I know how to make you laugh when you’re trying so hard to be stern and serious with me, I know you so well, even after all this time. You’re a part of me. And I want nothing more than to make you so happy.”

She watched your reaction. She expected herself to be blushing, but the things she said were so deeply rooted inside of her it seemed second nature to say. She waited as you stood there speechless, staring back at her with shimmering eyes.

“So, head over heels really did mean you loved me,” you said with a gentle laugh. Jessie didn’t waver.

“Yes. And still do.”

You swallowed, but immediately kissed her once more.

“I know it’s a lot,” she said when the kiss ended, but you spoke before she could go on.

“It is. But it’s real. You were my person all those years. And here you are again. You’re perfect for me. So you’re silly if you think I don’t love you, too.”

“Then say it properly,” Jessie challenged teasingly. “I’ve been waiting a long, long time to hear it.”

You cupped her face in your hands and smiled affectionately at her.

“I love you so much, Jessie,” you professed softly, your words followed up with another kiss from her.

When she pulled back her eyes were bright.

“Let’s get through date #1,” you laughed. “And if the topic of rings comes up at some point over the next few months, well,” you kissed her softly, "so be it."

[influenzalake]

Dc x Invincible - Jealous Yan Dick x Reader

Imagine: a new hero has been flying around the past year, and they caught reader's eye

TW: suggestive content, GN reader,  500+ words 

- - - 

"Hey! Give me the remote the news is on!", Y/N says.

"No way. I know what you're really looking for.", Dick snaps and he holds the remote out of Y/n's reach. 

"Okay yeah and so what? I wanna see!", as Y/n continues to wrestle for television rights.

"Master Dick, I suggest you give in to Master Y/N's requests. You have been enjoying the television for some time and the news program is important for education about real world events.", count on Alfred to always have your back. 

With a grumble of defeat, Dick relinquishes the remote and settles back into the couch. 

You type the channel and looks excitedly at the screen. You've heard the whispers, there HAS to be an official report. Hopefully the cameraman takes their job seriously this time. 

The jingle plays, the image of the Earth swirls across the screen, you are greeted kindly by the host and, for once, you are delighted by the words "Breaking News". 

*new hero, self-proclaimed, "Invincible" and Atom Eve spotted today at Mount Rushmore fighting against super-villain Doc Seismic, saving countless civilians. Reporter O'Hara is on scene with the latest, O'Hara?"

The scene changes to the location in question and the reporter begins to recount the events. You don't really need the rundown, you already know what happened. You're here for the close ups! 

... and there he is. Draped in his iconic blue and yellow, speeding across the screen. You are treated to the same scene from multiple angles, all with decent quality and sound. Heavens bless the videographers that day. 

"I dont know what you see in that guy. You're surrounded by other, BETTER, heroes every day!", Dick huffs.

You ignore his comment and keep your eyes on the screen. Forget whatever people say, he's SUCH a hunk. 

"You know we know who he is right. His name is Mark Grayson. We know his name, his address, and his favorite comic book! That means we can find all his dirt too."

This time you tune in. Mark...  Mark Grayson. You like it. You instantly attach the name to his face (and body) with a soft smile. Maybe? I mean, you are connected with the superhero community even if they have their separate groups. It shouldn't be too hard...

Dick sees the way you stare at the TV. At HIM. You're practically drooling! He feels that gnawing heat rise up from his chest and go straight to his teeth. Nothing this guy has that the entire BATFAMILY does not or cannot get. Just waiting until they hear about this. It goes higher and his eyes feel like they're going to burst. 

"If you wanted your last name to be Grayson so bad, all you had to do was ask." He bites the inside of his cheek, hoping that wasn't too loud. 

But you heard it. You heard loud and clear. You let some time pass then tip your head in his direction.

"...Hmm?"

Keeping him at bay is the smarter option. As much as you'd like to confront him about what in the Name Of Heck that was, you can let it slide this time. It's always like this. They're jealous and demanding, nothing like your dear Invincible. 

Hopefully. 

[ghostbsuter]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 2 )

> previous part , > next part

.・゜-: ✧ :-

"Okay, who the heck is that?"

Danny storms out of the elevator, positively pissed at the appearance of another old house in his territory.

"Frederich Isak Showenhower, aka Freakshow, current heir of a long line of thiefs." John lets out a suffering groan, not even daring to take out a cigarette under Alfred's sharp gaze.

"Shoot, freakshow?"

"You know him?"

"Ancients, he mind controlled me at some point."

(He isn't gonna knowledge the narrowed eyes of the bat. Nu-uh.)

Constantine whistles at that, giving a wince. "Yeah, we all had go through that at one point."

"Didn't know he was a descendant of an old house, but I don't recognise the name Showenhower?"

John clicks his tongue, shrugging. "They branched out from the original house of Chatterton." He points at the screen, showing their current annoyance for all to see.

"What strange is, is that the house of Chatterton had many names in its line, so why is Showenhower of all the current heir? I'm calling tomfoolery."

"Oh no, I'm fully agreeing."

"Care to share with the class?" Jason, Red hood, asks, eyebrow raised and leaning against the table.

"Houses of the dark, old ones at that, are powerful." Danny explains. "The original house is always the most powerful, each branch can, depending of how far the connection is to the original, be very weak or very strong."

"But this here?" John gestures to the screen. "This smells like betrayal."

"The house of Chatterton was one of the youngest of oldest houses, new compared to the Nightingales and Constantines." The younger took over again, frowning.

"And yet Showenhower is the heir, which shouldn't happen since the family is rather estranged from the original. It should've only happen when no other house, those closer, are unable to take the title."

"It means they disappeared, and one cannot simply disappear once connected to a house of dark." The Hellblazer looks grim, eyening the golden pocket watch.

"Midnight soon," he glances at the Nightingale. "Should we?"

"Where are you going?" Bruce steps forward, cowl laying like a hood behind him.

Danny peers up at the man, apologetic. "B? Can you let me and Connie handle this?"

The man is looking at Constantine with sharp eye, conveying his message and intent clearly.

("Let him get hurt and we will hunt you down.")

"Alright, chum. Be careful."

He receives a bright smile, making it almost, only almost, worth it.

"Alright, chum. Be careful."

He receives a bright smile, making it almost, only almost, worth it.

Nightingale looks at Constantine.

These are no normal circumstances.

"The house of Nightingale offers a temporary truce until the suspected betrayal of a house of dark is fully investigated."

"The house of Constantine accepts the temporary truce offer and gladly accepts the request of help for the betrayal of a house of dark."

They shook hands, whispering "so mote it be." to legalise the spell and then are off to go.

Danny waves at his family as John teleports them both away.

"I'm betting 50 bucks that Constantine fails in protecting danny."

"I bet 60 for danny finishing the job!"

"70 for–"

(Bets were made, and all parties waited for the true end.)

[rosezzzzzzz]

Fem Peter Parker

Okay so I have been reading a lot of trans Peter Parker (ftm) and I LOVE it BUT lets now do ....

Tom Holland Peter Parker transported to Gotham and the whole thing where in every Peter Parker in Gotham fanfic happens.

Peter gets out of a Lazarus pit, finds clothes, wonders where he is, goes to the library and meets Barbara etc etc etc and at one point he needs to use the restroom and he looks down and goes

"uh where's my dick at?" and then---

"wait a minute......" and finds out he is biologically a female now and he is all confused and concerned because what do you mean ?? What if this is not his body and what poor girl did he steal the body from omg he feels bad because what if he gets hurt then it would be like hurting someone else omg....but at the same time he does a DNA test (idk how but he does) and yes its biologically him but as a girl and omg what will he do when he gets his first period ???!!!

Also it could go either way where it continues being like other trans. peter parker cause he identifies as male OR he doesn't really mind since he was always gender fluid and didn't mind being called (he/him) cause he can't worry about that as much since he is saving the world and this just means that now he technically has to go through period cramps and stuff and MJ will most definitely be cackling if she knew because now he will know just how bad cramps can be lmaoooo

But yeah I thought it would be a nice twist to it and if he decides that you know what hell yeah he wants to wear skirts and dresses (after being kidnapped by the Batfam) and use makeup and he is still a little shit so....

Bruce: "No you cannot fight crime"

Peter: " This is sexism"

Bruce: "..."

Steph: "Yeah Bruce what the heck"

Cass: *nods*

Bruce: " Peter (or whatever name he wants now ) you have 3 broken ribs and missing a leg"

Peter: "Ha ! My leg isn't missing I know where it is....at the bottom of the building (this peter can grow limbs again) "

Bruce: "......"

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Bonus:

Peter: "Bruce ! Do I look bonita?"

Bruce: ".......Yes"

Peter: \(^v^)/

Bruce: *hands Peter $1,000*

Peter: /(o-o)\

Bruce: ".......for clothes or something"

Peter: "Thanks !" *Buys a fucking tank* (idk man lets assume he saved up a lot of money since Bruce doesn't know how to show emotion Wayne keeps giving him money every time he finds Peter cute which is pretty much everyday)

Bruce: "......who sold you a pink tank?"

Peter: " Oh ! Jason painted it !!!"

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Jason (loves causing chaos) Todd : "This is going to be so fucking funny" *cackles*

Peter (loves causing chaos the 2nd) Parker: "This needs glitter!!"

[istharoth]

In love with a 2-D Character?! Vagastrom Edition!

Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.

↪ Alan Mido:

Also in the doesn't play games category.

He just sees Leo playing the game, and then he sees Tohma play the game and is a bit curious so he downloads it.

There's not much to do, it's a usual tapping game, and he can get behind it!

Cue the character selection screen where he accidentally chooses a random character which just happened to be you.

He doesn't see you until the second chapter, hearing the rumours about you killing someone gets him a bit curious.

THEN YOU COME INTO PICTURE AND GAH DAMN, You're so strong and caring but don't know how to express your love.

You're so. *sigh* He doesn't know how to explain it. He just finds you absolutely adorable and wants to be there with you to protect you.

He tries to get pictures with cosplayers following Tohma's example but he's only gotten a few pictures.

TRADITIONAL ART?! Traditional art. Has Sho take good pictures of his art and posts them on Twitter, very wholesome, very demure.

"The one time you're in love and it's a fictional character." - Leo probably.

His luck is unexpectedly very good. Gets all your editions, sometimes even doubles.

*Cue a card of you in an onsen* The very second someone shows him the picture, that's all he can think of. Cannot wait for when his work is done so he can play the game and potentially pull for your card.

Does not understand gacha rates. Alan: *does a ten pull. Doesn't get a character.* The game is broken, he'll try again at a later time.

Isn't the collector type, you just love him too much so you come home immediately. [his SR warding card loves me more than his SR loves me...alan come home, the kids miss you.]

↪ Leo Kurosagi

Only played the game because his Twitch chat asked him to. He asks them to select a character for him and they choose you.

He does not like you at first glance and selects another character, who coincidentally happens to be your friend.

He plays the second chapter while streaming and when the scene of you whimpering telling the man to put the knife down comes up, he hates you more.

Cue the transition of you being an absolute demon as the chapter passes.

You're an asshole? Sexy. [I read this in Na Jaemin's voice. *head in hands*]

You plan on killing him? and you're smart? and you manipulate?? Okay maybe you're not that bad...you're annoying, sure, but he doesn't hate you.

He's deluding himself into thinking he doesn't like you but every time you appear on screen, he has to stop himself from giggling like a highschooler who has a crush on someone.

He has a crush on you, he just doesn't know it yet.

He's the embodiment of "I hate this character" - puts up posters of the character on his wall.

His fans send him your merch just to spite him because they think he hates you. He doesn't particularly care about his fans, but he's frothing at the mouth whenever someone gives him your merchandise.

He doesn't spend his hard-earned money on you, but he uses the accounts of those old men he scammed to get you.

May or may not have had Sho cosplay you only to tell him he ruins your charm.

↪ Sho Haizono

Very casual player, likes a select few characters, says he plays for the gameplay but plays for the story.

Likely got into it because Leo and Alan were playing it, then he saw Subaru playing it, went "okay, peer pressure."

Based on the selection, he got the idea you were a delinquent, sure, and you had a nice voice. But nothing much about you? he selects you anyway because why not.

THERE YOU ARE IN THE PROLOGUE and he's absolutely loving the attitude. Disrespecting the cat-boy chancellor? Heck yeah.

Plays through the second chapter where you come up, a bit annoyed by your lack of will to do anything but relatable.

He likes your bike though, very cool. 10/10 would go on long night rides with you.

After he learns you like cooking and that your friend is really just like a toxic-ex-significant other, he really starts appreciating you. You went from 'okay' to 'I love you' scale real quick.

Whatever dishes you mention, he's going to make them right then and there, he'll put the game on pause and go into the kitchen just to make it.

He may or may not have cosplayed you once [The Fox Robe does cosplays too, I TRUST. If free clothes then cosplay? yes.] or more than once.

Has a plushie of you and those little mini plushie keychains attached to his keys. Has jewellery based on you, my boy is not down bad, he's just so in love with your design and you.

Probably has more things that remind him of you than your actual merch.

Candles? Candles based on you? Yes.

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