#and keep them from throwing their lives away

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Writer's Note: Soooo after further trying & frustrations cuz T*umblr keeps playing with me, I've decided to make a new post for the rest of my masterlist. Until further notice, every new work that I publish will be added HERE. I'm sorry for the confusion, but I hope this helps y'all find my work! -Jazz

Oneshots (2024-Now)

A Winter Getaway (and Proposal) With You ❄️💍 (Nanami x Black!F!Reader One Shot) (18+) - Nanami sweeps you away to his winter cabin for the cold season as he works up the nerve to propose to you. Based on “Wrap Me Up” by Jhene Aiko.

The Lap Mishap 🎄 (Toji x F!Reader x Gojo One Shot) (18+) - In which an innocent situation turns into something a lot more complicated (and sloppier) when you accidentally give the two coworkers that you despise raging boners while working as a mall elf for the holiday season. Fortunately for you, they have a way you can make it up to them and save all of their jobs.

NAUGHTY OR NICE? 🖤❤️🎁 (Gojo x Geto x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL] - On Christmas Eve, you expect to spend a quiet night in with your wine and your new rose toy after a long month of constant work and holiday busyness. But when you receive a surprise visit from Santa Claus and Krampus themselves, who both have some business with you when you end up on their “Naughty or Nice” lists for the year, you realize that this Christmas Eve won’t be spent alone this time around.

MOST WANTED III (Sukuna x Self-Insert!Reader x Toji One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - You are spiraling six months after your "encounter" and failed mission with Sukuna. You've quit your job as a spy/hit-woman for your agency and you are trying to live a normal life despite the hauntings and hot dreams of two certain criminals. But when a chance reunion happens at a bar with Toji Fushiguro, you realize that you have a chance to make things right for yourself and finally get the fucking your body desperately needs.

Smile For The Camera, Baby 📸 (Geto x Plus-Sized!F!Reader One Shot) (18+) - In which you decide to volunteer to model for your friend’s lingerie line photoshoot when the original model gets sick and meet the very sexy photographer who isn’t letting you leave until you realize how gorgeous you are. 

Drunk N Nasty PT. II 🥂🩷✨ (poly!Pro!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader NYE One Shot) (18+) - In which you and Mina didn’t learn your lesson the first time about pushing your boyfriends’ buttons, so you decide to once again do something you’re not supposed to at a boring NYE party when their attention is adverted somewhere else instead of on their pretty girlfriends. But they’re on the exact same type of time you and Mina are, so why not celebrate the new year in a way only they know how AND teach you a lesson about being good girls too?

Lock Me Down & Throw Away The Key 🔐 (Gojo x F!Reader One Shot) (18+) - In which you come home from a bachelorette night with your girls with a particular hyper fixation on being filled up good and bred by your sexy fiancé who is soon to be your husband in just a few short hours...but surely, you can consummate the marriage now, right?

Are You Still Watching? 💜😈 (Choso x F!Reader One Shot) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - When your best friend comes over for a movie date when your boyfriend starts acting up, you both expect just a simple night of fun, Netflix, and simple, platonic bonding until a sex scene in a Rated R film has you both feeling a certain type of way. Lucky for you, Choso is a good friend and he knows exactly how to take care of his dear Y/N.

Friends You Can Keep (SatoSugu x Black!F!Reader V-Day One Shot) (18+) - When your romantic Valentine’s Day night comes crashing down after a heated argument and breakup, your new friendly neighbors and hot married DILFs whom you babysit for take it upon themselves to comfort you and show you that there is no better remedy for heartbreak than wine, company, and some good dick.

Love Always, Your Best 🥀 (Eren x Black!F!Reader V-Day One Shot) (18+) - In which the person you loath most in this world and the best lover you’ve ever had, your very toxic ex-boyfriend Eren, suddenly shows up out of the blue one random night at the same restaurant you happen to be at with your new man on Valentine’s Day. He is newly single and on his bullshit. Unfortunately for you, that means he��ll stop at nothing to remind you of how his bedroom skills make up for his lack of relationship skills….hopefully.

Short Stories/Fics (2024-Now)

What The Heart Desires ❤️💚 (BakuKiriMina x Black!F!Reader Short Fic) (18+) - In which two lonely-hearted girls make a wish on a star one Christmas Eve for their hearts’ desires: a Daddy Dom. What they don’t expect that night after their annual Christmas party is to receive that wish in two. When their very special party guests and secret crushes show up unannounced at their door proclaiming their romantic feelings and that these two cuties are theirs, what will our two lonely hearts do? Will they have to choose?

Headcanons N Drabbles (2024-Now)

DRABBLE: Nerdy BF!Choso x Popular GF!Reader 💜🤓

DRABBLE: Gooner!BF!Gojo x F!Reader 🩷🩷

DRABBLE: Dancer!Geto x F!Celeb!Reader (18+)

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all! I finally remembered to do a masterlist for my fic shit so everyone can find my work more easily. Enjoy & thank you so much for the love! -Jazz 💕

Oneshots

A New Kind of Distraction (poly!KiriMina x bi!Fem!Reader) (18+) - After your boyfriend of a year breaks up with you on what would have been your two-year anniversary, your very good, very attractive friend Mina (whom you’ve secretly been crushing on since high school) and her even more attractive boyfriend Kirishima decide that the only way to get you over your shit ex is through a threesome with her and him when you get an invite to Dynamight’s birthday party. 

All Up in Your Mind (Dom!Hitoshi x sub!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you decide to use Hitoshi’s quirk to your advantage when things get tough in your life and you just need a bit of release. Lucky for you, Hitoshi is an understanding and generous guy, but what happens when he starts to get sick of trying to understand why you put up that wall between them even though you’re visiting him every weekend? 

Trigger Me (Aizawa-centric/No Reader) [Request Fill] (18+) - In which Aizawa decides to take matters into his own hands to try and ease his stress a little more, but what starts as something fun and interesting when he stumbles across a hypnosis video catered to stronger orgasms turns into a BIG problem when he finds himself unable to break away from the hold his new addiction has on him. 

When I Get Home (Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which Keigo realizes how truly lucky he is to have you by his side despite his refusal to open up to you and show you how deep his scars run, so he decides when he finally gets home from his stupid fucking mission, he’ll show you his scars, his heart, and everything more. 

A Birthday Threesome for 'Suki (Bakugou x Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you and your best friend decide to help your man see the joy in birthdays by giving him a threesome. Also, Bakugou likes butt plugs. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY 🎈

Like A Big Girl (Quirkless!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you get the surprise of your life when your apartment neighbor and crush (who happens to be extremely anti-social) shows up at your housewarming party to celebrate your moving into your first-ever apartment after a breakup. 

Peace and Quiet (poly!Geto x Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you realize peace and quiet aren’t ideal with your two noisy ass (yet extremely attractive) coworkers renting out the same Airbnb as you while visiting the hot springs on a business trip. But lucky for you, they know another way to help you relax.

Drunk N Nasty (poly!Pro!Bakusquad x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) - In which you and Mina get tired of your boring ass boyfriends not making time for their girlfriends, so you two decide to hit the club for a night out with every intention of getting under your boyfriends’ skin. Fortunately for you, it works and your men decide to teach you and Mina a lesson about being some disobedient brats. 

Ao3 link here!

Several Shots Later (Pro!Sero x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you go on a vacation in an effort to relax and feel more confident, but find yourself falling for the sexy stranger who sends you a drink across the room and also happens to give you some firsthand dance lessons and a night you’ll never forget. 

In the Fruit Orchard (Bull!KiriBaku x Heifer!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which you, a heifer girl, get a night with the hottest bull boys on Aizawa's farm after a trip through the fruit orchard.

What Spoiled Girls Get (Pro!Bakugou x Dabi x Plus-Size!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - You get whatever you want as Bakugou and Dabi’s shared GF. You’re their pretty princess. Their baby. Their spoiled little girl. You wouldn’t have it any other way and don’t know any different, so when they take you shopping to get some clothes for your birthday and you see a dress in the window that costs a bit out of their bracket, they get it for you…but not without you showing how thankful you are.

As Beautiful as Moonlight (Hawks x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which Hawks tries to show you that you are more than just a conquest and that his stares aren't because he's judging you. They're because he is dying to make you his.

Dance For Me (Fatgum x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you give Fatgum the experience of a lifetime when his friends drag him to a strip club for his birthday.

First Day Jitters (Pornstar!Bakugou x Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you spend your first day on the job as a pornstar with your favorite adult film persona in front of the cameras and are shown what it’s really like fucking with a pro. 

Breakin' A Sweat (Kiri x Tetsu x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which your weekly session with your very hot personal trainers ends in a different kind of workout when they reciprocate your burning attraction to them.

Ao3 link here!

Yours To Keep (Daddy Dom!Law x sub!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which your boyfriend the best gift you can give him: yourself, totally and completely. 

Lost in the Woods (Werewolf!BakuKiri x Black!Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you get lost on your way home one night while coming back from a party and end up straight in the jaws of two strange yet sexy men who you get the feeling aren't quite human.

The Swordsman’s Secret (msub!Zoro x Black!Femdom!Reader) (18+) - In which your favorite swordsman has an interesting secret and kink that you are more than happy to explore with him in the bedroom. Or in which Zoro gets pegged for the first time. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZORO! 💚

Going Half (on a Baby) (Toxic!Toji x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which Toji, your fuck buddy for five years and the man you're secretly in love with, "persuades" you to let him fuck without a condom after he exposes himself for his breeding kink.

Prove Your Worth to Me (Brat-tamer!CEO!Nanami x Bratty!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you apply for a sectorial job, but the interview process is a lot more intense than you bargained for. 

Daddy's Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

The Greatest Gift of All (JJK Men x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which your friends take it upon themselves to help you release your inner slut by taking you to a glory hole for the first time to get you some dick for Christmas. Many of them.

WRAPPED UP TIGHT (Dom!Levi x Sub!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you surprise Levi with a special present under the tree for his birthday and Christmas: you, naked, wrapped up in Christmas lights.

I Love a Challenge (Brat-tamer!Toji x Bratty!Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which you feel like you are boss enough to make Toji break when you meet him one night at a club and he gives you a lesson on what happens when you go toe to toe with him in the bedroom. Your fierceness and brattiness may be sexy, but Toji knows a thing or two about making anyone submit…and he loves a challenge. That challenge being you, little V! 

SELF LOVE 101 (Gojo x Black!Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - When you get invited to your coworker's Valentine's Day party, you have no intention of going. Especially since this particular coworker isn't exactly your cup of tea: Gojo Satoru is just too proud, too cocky, and too damn full of himself for a girl like you. But when you're persuaded to go and find yourself alone with him, Gojo will stop at nothing until you see that loving yourself is nothing to hate on. After all, a beautiful woman like you deserves to be loved on...especially on camera.

Comfortable With You (Inexperienced!Painter!Choso x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - Choso has never been anyone like you before: so confident and sure of yourself yet so sweet and compassionate. He can’t stop thinking about you. So to make this Valentine’s Day one you’ll never forget, he’ll show you just how comfortable he is with you and how desperately he wants to make you feel the same…even though you’re his first everything. [Based on the song “Comfortable” by H.E.R.]

How To Be Good 🐈‍⬛ (Dom!Nanami x sub!Self-Insert!Reader Pet Play One Shot) (18+) -In which Nanami has to give you some lessons on being an obedient little kitty and behaving yourself when you’re alone when you keep sending him videos to his phone while he is at work. 

Sweet Like Sugar (Tattoo Artist!Geto x Black!Bimbo!Reader) (18+) - In which Geto gets paid a pleasant surprise at his tattoo shop when his favorite, cute little bimbo client comes to visit one night on his birthday to cover her ex's tattoo.

Served On A Platter (Sanji Vinsmoke x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you give a very special surprise breakfast to your favorite love chef for his birthday...and you make pancakes too.

To Be A Good Slut Girl (Mean MDoms!Sukuna & Choso x Black fsub!Reader x msub!Itadori) (18+) - In which your boyfriend’s older brothers decide that they don’t like how you’re treating their kid brother (who is too oblivious and in love to realize that you’re using him for his money and his d*ck) and decide to teach you some lessons.

After Hours (Boss!Geto x Assistant!Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - In which Geto Suguru, your boss, and owner of his own public relations firm, celebrates a job well done on a five-month-long project with you, his trusty secretary, but what was once a friendly, professional relationship between you turns into something else when the staff goes home for the night and champagne gets involved.

In A Rut (Monster!Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - You haven't seen your boss around the office in a while ever since he started feeling "under the weather", but when you decide to visit him one day to cheer him up with some soup, you realize that this isn't a normal spring cold. Your boss is in heat and you, his good little assistant, are the only one who can help him cure it.

Playin’ Games (Choso x Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - In which your brother's best friend calls from his business trip to play a game of truth or dare over a Skype call, but it quickly turns into something else once your brother heads to bed and naughty pics and strip teasing get involved.

Most Wanted (Mafia Boss!Toji x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - You’re a highly skilled hitwoman. You’ve been doing this for years–getting paid to take hits on the wealthy and corrupt at your agency’s order. You figure taking a hit on the renowned Tokyo mafia boss Toji Fushigiro won’t be any different. However, things take a terrifying turn for you, and your skills are put to the test when you go undercover as a dancer at his favorite club and give him a private dance. But instead of killing you, Toji takes it upon himself to punish you and show you what happens when you fuck with him.

The Florist & the Baker (Florist!Nanami x Fem!Black!Baker!Reader) (18+) - In which you get a storyline straight out of a meet-cute romcom when Nanami, the quiet and stoic yet handsome florist who only comes into your bakery for coffee, asks you out on a date. 

Siren Song 🧜🏽‍♀️🧜🏾‍♀️🧜🏿‍♀️ (Zoro x Sanji x Black!Mermaid!Reader) (18+) - In which the siren song that you sing in hopes of finding someone to free you from your curse attracts more than one mate when two of the most notorious and wanted pirates come to search your cave after a shipwreck.

Hot As A Summer’s Eve 🥵 [Rengoku x Black!Fem!Chubby!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL] - In which our favorite sexy, fire-haired himbo Rengoku decides to confess his feelings to you, his favorite Demon Slayer Corp, and show you that he adores your body just for how it was made: by fucking you stupid in the woods at a summer festival.

Sneaky Link 💙 (Toxic!Student!Gojo x Professor!MILF!Reader FWB) (18+) - You’re a stressed-out mom and college professor who has been swamped with your job and mommy life lately. You’re so knee-deep in your work and kids that you need some kind of release. Unfortunately, you’re not finding any of that in your husband, but luckily, that’s what Gojo Satoru is here for…even though he’s way too young for you and is your student.

In the Heat of Things 🐰 (Dom!Nanami x sub!Bunnygirl!Reader One Shot) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] - In which you're Nanami's bunny girl girlfriend who is going through a rough time during your "cycle", so your gentlemanly boyfriend takes it upon himself to help you out and ease your heat when your body tells him what your mouth can't.

You Should Come Thru (Hawks x Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - After a month of hard work, no play, and a bad date, Hawks invites you over to his apartment for some tea to relax and finally get some time with his bestie, but as the night grows long, you suddenly lose your filter and begin telling him things that he shouldn’t know. All because of his very special tea. 

Bikini Body 👙 (Poly!KiriBakuMina x Fem!Chubby!Reader 18+ One Shot) - In which your boyfriends and girlfriend decide to show you just how good you look in your new bathing suit one hot summer day on the beach.

Rock The Boat 🛳️ (Bartender!Toji x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot) - You go on a cruise vacation after your boyfriend cheats on you and meets Toji, the fine-ass bartender & divorcee. You're invited to a white party that he’s working at and while there, you find yourself flirting with him thanks to the liquid courage. After slipping him a note with room number, you wait for him that night. At first, you believe that he isn’t coming and feel rejected, but when he does, you realize that this vacation is just what you need to get over your heartbreak. 

Ride ‘Em, Cowgirl! (Cowboy!Ace x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - As the author of some famous smutty romance novels, you decide to take a vacation in the countryside for a while to get over your breakup and work on your new book but you suffer from writer’s block. However, a meet-cute situation with a sexy farmhand who lives next door might be able to help you kill two birds with one stone.

Your Kind of Men (Poly!Pro!Bi!TodoDeku x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader SFW One Shot) (18+) - In which you go on a blind date set up by your friend and her pro hero partners, not realizing that you're about to get your chance to meet some pros yourself who are highly interested in having a third...and they hope that it's you.

Wife Girlfriend Training (Tengen x Black!Self-Insert!reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - When Tengen puts in a big order to your bakery and you're short-staffed, you deliver it yourself only to find Uzui home alone. To repay you for the trip, he invites you in for dinner where things take a major turn when he finally admits his and his wives’ attraction to you. You’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so Tengen gives you an introduction to what it would be like to be his 4th girl...including some “training” of his own.

Turn Off Your Phone (Dom!Pro!Hitoshi x sub!Plus-Sized!Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) [REQUEST FILL] -In which Hitoshi gets tired of not being the center of your attention and forces you to put your damn phone down.

Desperado (Dom!Mizu x sub!Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - When you randomly ask Mizu to help train you to become a stronger fighter, she discovers the reason is that you plan on accompanying her on her journey for revenge. She initially refuses, but after a moment of passion turns into a night of confessed feelings and a goodbye, Mizu begins to change her mind about working alone.

CREEP (Dabi x Hawks x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - In which a night home with your man turns into one of pure terror and a walk on the dark side when you get the feeling that you’re being followed. After coming home to an empty house when your man gets caught up at work, you realize, terrifyingly, that you are right. There are strangers in your house. *GOOD ENDING VER* / *BAD ENDING VER*

Just A Little Bite (Vampire!Nanami x Black!Bimbo!Reader One Shot) (18+) - Something strange is going on with Nanami. He doesn’t know what it is and neither do you. All you know is that he’s been extremely…possessive lately. And tonight at a friend’s costume party, when he sees you dressed in your sexy little outfit that garners unwanted attention from other men, Nanami’s “instincts” kick in and he drags you off to show you and everybody else that you’re his and his only. But does this strange yet sexy behavior come from you or is it just a full moon?

HE COMES AT NIGHT (Vampire!Zoro x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - You suddenly find out why the people in the village you recently moved to become so strange at night when you discover that the legend Zoro Roronoa, the bloodthirsty Swordsman, is real. And he’s got his sights set on those who wander the streets after sundown and don’t believe in him…that being you.

Babysitting Has Its Perks 🖤🐰 (Big Bro!Choso x Big Bro!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) -You’ve been babysitting kids as a side hustle for a while now to get extra money. You have your regulars, one of them being a doctor’s cute little son Yuji. Though the pay is good, you admit that the main reason you come back to babysit the kid is because of his sexy older brother Choso. On Halloween, when Choso gets caught up in a pinch, he hits you up last minute to babysit Yuji and his bandmate’s little brother. You think this will be an easy night…until you meet Choso’s bandmate Dabi…and you decide to wear a bunny costume…and you realize just how much your secret crush and his hot friend love bunny girls.

Must Be A Full Moon 🌕 (Werewolf!Nico x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - You’ve been dating Nico for about five months now and you couldn’t be happier with him. He’s big, he’s sexy, he’s protective, and he listens! He’s the perfect boyfriend…except for one thing: you haven’t had sex yet. Every time you come close to it, he always makes an excuse and leaves your apartment before anything more than kissing can happen. What is it, you wonder? Is he not sexually attracted to you? Is he nervous? What could it be? One dark night, while the moon is high in the sky after a costume party, you get your answer…and everything you’ve been craving from your big, strong, sexy boyfriend.

Smile, Sl*t! (Bully!KiriBaku x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) REQUEST FILL] - When your friend drags you out to a costume party in a slutty angel costume that you reluctantly agree to wear, she doesn’t tell you that it’s a party thrown by the same two frat boys that you can’t stand…who also happen to be your longtime bullies. When they take notice that you’ve decided to attend their party, they’ll definitely make themselves known and give you a Halloween that you’ll never forget…because it’s all on camera.

Short Stories/Fics

I'll Show You "Uptight" (Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans.

Ao3 link here!

With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings (BakuKiri x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader) (18+) - In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Ao3 link here!

A First Time for Everything (BakuKiriMina x Fem!Reader) (18+) - You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Ao3 link here!

Longer-Lengthed Stories/Fics

Here, Kitty, Kitty (Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader) (18+) - In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead. [COMPLETED]

Ao3 link here!

Lovers & Friends (Hawks x Black!Fem!Reader) (18+) - In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. [COMPLETED]

Ao3 link here!

Hit 'Em Up! (Cowboy!SatoSugu x Black!Cowgirl!Reader) (18+) - You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? [COMPLETED]

Headcanons N Drabbles

When You Wear Glasses (BNHA) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

Sundress Season (BNHA) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

You're the Cutest Bimbo He's Ever Seen (MHA) (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

You’re Not Wearing Any Panties (One Piece) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

He Gets H*rny From Your Halloween Costume (One Piece) (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

He Gets H*rny From Your Halloween Costume (JJK) (18+) (for Black!Fem!Readers)

You Speak His Native Language to Him (18+) (One Piece) (for Fem!Readers)

They're Your Blind V-Day Date (18+) (Crossover Anime) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Where He Takes You For Your V-Day Date (18+) (JJK) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

YOU GOT ERRANDS TO RUN? NOT WITH THEM, YOU DON’T! (18+) (JJK) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

HE’S SO F**KING BIG THAT HE COULD CRUSH YOU & YOU LOVE IT (18+) (for Fem!Readers)

DRABBLE: HE & YOU ON WASH DAY 🫧 (18+) (JJK) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

[sickskz]

Hyung down, maknaes up

In which I.N finds a very sick Chan sleeping on the bathroom floor in the middle of the night, and the sudden role-reversal shocks him to the core. 

Sickie: Chan

Caretaker/s: Jeongin, Seungmin

____________________________________________

After years of living with his band members, Jeongin had learned to expect the unexpected.

At certain points in their careers, more than one or them had horrendous sleep schedules, which lead to many activities to be performed at ungodly hours. None of it really phased him anymore. A face-masked gremlin sitting on the kitchen counter and eating ramyeon in only boxers? Seen it before. Someone asleep on the floor with half his body UNDERNEATH the couch? Seems about right. 

Still, what met him as he stumbled into the bathroom at 3am that night, was something he had never encountered before. 

He flipped on the light switch, blended by the sudden brightness of the lights, and froze.

There was a body huddled up on the warm bathroom floor, unmoving. Jeongin froze in his tracks, his breath caught in his throat. 

Oh my god, he had just found a dead body. 

The dead body let out a groan. Okay, not dead, but possibly dying by the looks of it. 

It took a solid five seconds for Jeongins half asleep brain to catch up, his eyes still adjusting to the lights. He stepped forward, squinting at the messy dark hair and the too familiar hoodie bunched around the body’s trembling shoulders.

“Channie-hyung..?”

A weak noise came from the lump on the floor, and Jeongin knelt down beside him hesitantly. He shook him lightly by the shoulders, cringing at the dampness that clung to his shirt.

“Hyung..” Jeongin urged, eyebrows furrowing with concern. “Hyung, what are you doing on the bathroom floor…? it’s the middle of the night.”

“Oh, ‘s nothin’…” Chan slurred his response, half-heartedly waving his hand as though he was brushing away Jeongin’s concern. His movement was uncoordinated, sloppy. “just nice… warm”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, watching him with an appraising expression. 

 “Hyung, are you drunk?” 

He couldn’t help but ask. The oldest was acting unusually strange, his cheeks were flushed and alcohol was the first thing that came to mind upon hearing him slur his words. It was to blame the only other times Jeongin had heard him like that, after all.

Chans head lolled to the side slightly, eyes fluttering open just enough to see Jeongins worried gaze staring down at him.

“Naaah… just… ‘just don’t feel so great, ‘s okay, innie..” Chan forced a weak smile, but Jeongin didn’t need to be an expert to see the pain through it. Now that he got a clearer look of Chans face, it dawned on him slowly. His cheeks were flushed, but underneath the warmth, his skin was pale as a ghost. The sweat glistening on Chans forehead and the glossy, red-rimmed eyed told him this was clearly something other than alcohol.

Jeongins eyes widened as he looked between Chan and the toilet, his brain slowly piecing the puzzle together. Chan started to ease himself up to sit against the wall now that he was somewhat awake, a small groan leaving his lips at the effort. 

“Wait- did you throw up?” Jeongin asked in a hushed tone, quickly helping to hold Chan up by his shoulders so he wouldn’t collapse forward. Despite usually having rock hard abs, it seemed like his hyung had no core muscles at all to keep him upright on his own. He was slumped like a ragdoll against the wall, his face twisted into an indecipherable expression.

Chan nodded weakly in response to the question, his head sagging to the side as rested his cheek against the edge of the bathtub. It didn’t seem very comfortable for his neck, but there were more pressing matters at hand. 

“Do you still feel sick?” Jeongin asked, eyebrows creasing with the growing concern in his chest. Chan nodded again, an arm draped protectively over his midsection.

 Jeongin gently pressed the back of his hand to Chans forehead, recoiling with an almost startled look on his face. “Oh shi…” he cleared his throat. 

“Okay.” The younger of the two let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, slowly stepping away and touching his chin as he wracked his brain on what to do. 

What would Chan do, if he was the one who was sick? 

Think, think…. A-ha. 

Right. 

Jeongin turned swiftly on his heel, opening a cabinet in the corner of the bathroom and rummaging through it as quietly as he could. It took a few moments, but finally, just before he was about to give up, he lifted out a thermometer. He read the instructions on the pack as he slowly sauntered back to Chan, sitting down on his knees by his side.

“Okay…” Jeongin mused, preparing the thermometer with careful precision and turning to his hyung with a determined look in his eyes. “Hyung… can you open your mouth for a moment?”

Chan cracked one eye open, his expression a little surly, but lacking any real bite. He was just too tired and uncomfortable, Jeongin understood. Chan eyed the thermometer suspiciously, then briefly looked at his dongsaeng before closing his eyes and parting his lips with a defeated sigh. 

Jeongin slipped the thermometer under his tongue, pleased to have him cooperating with him. He awaited the verdict in an uneasy silence, almost holding his breath as the seconds stretched out. 

Beep, beep, beep, beep. 

The thermometers audible alert echoed against the bathroom walls, and Jeongin retrieved the device swiftly, narrowing his eyes at the small screen that was now glowing red. 

Jeongin felt his heart skip a beat as he read the numbers on the screen, his stomach dropping into his feet.

39.2°C(102.6°F). That wasn’t good, he knew that much. 

Jeongin bit his lip, feeling the weight of sudden responsibility settle on his shoulders. Chan wasn’t just a little sick, he was really sick. Jeongin wasn’t sure how to handle that. He wasn’t prepared for this.

He quickly put the thermometer back in its case before his eyes flickered back to examine Chans face, which seemed to gradually lose what little colour it had left. His breathing sounded strained, a little unsteady. 

“Hyung… you should sit up a little straighter, come on” Jeongin urged gently, reaching an arm behind Chans back to pull him up from his slouching position. “Listen, you’ve got a pretty bad fev-” 

Chan hiccuped suddenly, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. 

Oh.

Oh no.

Jeongins face tightened as he watched the tension build in Chans shoulders, a green hue seeping into his already sickly complexion. Chans arm weakly shot out towards the toilet as a strangled groan gurgled in his throat, his body failing to cooperate despite his urgency. 

Jeongins hand moved out on pure instinct, grabbing onto Chans shoulder to steady him as he pitched forward and hunched over the toilet bowl. The oldest of the two gripped the edges of the porcelain with all his might as the first wave came over him, vomit splashing into the water with a sickening sound. 

Jeongin sat frozen, paralyzed and overwhelmed as the sound of his hyungs jarring heaves filled the bathroom. His mind went blank, an empty void filling the space where his thoughts should’ve been. He stared an Chans pitiful frame, grimacing, pale and drenched in sweat, and he felt utterly powerless. 

What was he supposed to do?

It hit him like a punch in the gut. He had no idea.

Jeongin had never been in this position before. He had never had to take care of any of the other members in such a bad state before, let alone Chan.. Truth to be told, he had always been on the receiving end, the one being looked after by Chan whenever he was under the weather.

The whole situation felt like it was flipped upside down, changing the trajectory completely. 

The responsibility felt too foreign, the guilt of not knowing what to do to help him was too suffocating. He didn’t know how to fix this. But he needed to… he-

Jeongins spiralling thoughts were interrupted by a creak in the floorboard outside the bathroom. His head snapped up, instinctively looking towards the door as it was pushed open. 

“Yah, what’s goin-“ Seungmins voice faltered as he stepped inside, blinking rapidly against the harsh glare of the bathroom lights. Once his eyes adjusted, his mouth hung open, words stuck in his throat as he took in the scene before him. “Oh.”

Seeing the panicked, imploring look on Jeongins face, and the ferocious tremble in Chans shoulders, he was suddenly a lot more awake. 

Seungmin didn't hesitate. He quickly sank to his knees beside Chan, placing a steadying hand on his hyungs back as he coughed and spit into the toilet.

Seungmin then looked at Jeongin, a wave of sympathy washing over him as he saw the distraught look on the youngest face, lips pulled down in a shaky scowl. He knew he had to do something before he suddenly had two sick guys to deal with. 

“Iyen-ah” Seungmins voice cut through to him, steady but gentle. “Get a cold cloth for Channie-hyung. There should be some in the cabinet under the sink” his hand never stopped moving in slow circles against Chans trembling back, feeling the way his back muscles trembled and contracted forcefully with each dry heave. 

Jeongin snapped into action, immensely grateful to be given a task. He hurried to the sink, yanking open the cabinet and grabbing a washcloth. The moment the cold water touched his fingers, he felt his mind clear a little. After soaking it through, he wrung the cloth out and handed it over to Seungmin, who pressed it against the back of Chans neck.

Chan flinched at first, a groan slipping past his lips, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little and the noise melted into a sigh.

“Hyung, do you think you’re done?” Seungmin asked, watching Chan lean on the toilet, cheek pressed against the cooling porcelain rim. After a few long seconds, he managed the faintest nod. 

Seungmin met Jeongins eyes and silently motioned for him to move to Chans other side. He did so with no hesitation. 

“Chan-hyung.. ” Seungmin murmured, shifting his grip. “Let’s sit back a little, yeah? Nice and slow..”

Seungmin hooked his arm under Chans shoulder and Jeongin followed his lead, doing the same on the other side. With a quiet, unspoken count, they hauled him backwards. He was like dead weight between them, but they managed to ease him back against the wall. 

Seungmin hesitated for a moment before reaching over to flush the toilet. The acrid scent of sickness lingered in the air, making his nose scrunch, but he had more important things to worry about. Like the way Jeongin had to physically hold Chans body up against the wall to keep him from crumpling back to the floor.

“Iyen-ah, we need to get him to the couch, he can’t stay here.” Seungmin concluded after a moment of contemplation. Jeongins eyes darted between Chan and Seungmin a couple of times, as if silently asking how they were going to do that.

Then he nodded, his previous surge of panic finally replaced with a quiet determination. Now that Seungmin had taken charge, it felt a little easier to focus on the task at hand. He finally had some instructions to go by and someone to lean on when he was uncertain, rather than to just fumble around in the dark on his own. 

“Alright, hyung, we’re gonna get you somewhere more comfortable,” Seungmin said, crouching back into position at Chans side. “On three this time, okay? One, two…”

With a combined effort, they carefully pulled their hyung to his feet. Chans legs struggled to stack themselves below him, but the two younger members kept him upright and steady, supporting his bodyweight between them as they moved to the living room. Jeongin kept his arm around Chans waist, supporting him with each step, while Seungmin held his other side.

When they finally reached the couch, Jeongin and Seungmin carefully lowered him onto the soft cushions. Chan let out a low sigh as he sunk into the couch, the soft surface much more forgiving on his back than the bathroom floor had been. 

Jeongin quickly grabbed a light blanket and draped it over him, while Seungmin adjusted the washcloth from earlier onto his forehead. His breathing was still a little laboured, his face still pallid, but at least the risk of collapsing on the floor was removed from the function.

Jeongin hovered for a moment, watching the rise and fall of Chans chest as he laid on the couch, his face still glistening with sweat. 

Seungmin reached for the cool cloth, dabbing it across Chans forehead before smoothing it gently down his face. The older man let out a soft sigh, clearly finding some relief in the coolness despite the shivers that ran through him. 

“Did you take his temperature?” Seungmin asked softly, his gaze focused as he manoeuvred the washcloth with skilled precision. Jeongin tore his gaze from Chans disgruntled expression, looking over at Seungmin as he sat down on the edge of the coffee table. 

“Yeah” Jeongin started, his voice barely moving past the lump that still lingered in his throat. “Yeah.. uh.. 39.2°C (102.6°F)” he supplied, the numbers already having burned themselves into his memory.

A flicker of worry visibly flashed through Seungmins eyes, but he remained stoically calm and collected in his exterior. “Okay” he breathed out slowly, leaving the cloth to rest on their hyungs forehead. “We just gotta watch over him and make sure it doesn’t get worse, right?” 

Jeongin wasn’t sure why he asked him, he really had no idea. 

Yet, it sounded like the right thing to do, at least to his ears.

 “R-right…” 

There was a moment of silence, a moment where the two younger guys simply watched quietly as Chans breath steadied itself, slowly becoming more relaxed. 

Jeongin leaned back, bracing himself against the table on his arms. The situation had drained him a lot more than he expected, and his heart was still beating uncomfortably fast. His thoughts flickered back to the bathroom, to the panic that nearly had swallowed him whole..

Seungmin caught his eye, reading his expression with ease. “Hey” he began, his voice laced with a gentle curiosity. “How did you.. how did you find him?” 

Jeongin hesitated for a second, running a hand through his hair before letting it drag over his face with a tired sigh. “I, uh… I was just gonna use the bathroom when I found him” he huffed out a humourless laugh. “At first, I thought he was dead, then maybe drunk.. until I realised he was sick and..” he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Yeah. Then you came to the rescue” 

Jeongin bit his lip for a moment before continuing, keeping his voice low.  “I-I had no idea what to do. It was pretty scary, seeing him like that..” he trailed off, wincing at the memory.

Seungmins expression softened. “Yeah, it’s definitely a bit of a wake-up call..” he cast a brief glance down at Chan before returning his gaze to the maknae. “But you handled it well, you know? I mean, you were practically holding his entire body weight up when I came in”

Jeongin blinked at him, a little taken back by the compliment. “You think so? I mean, I-I wasn’t exactly thinking… I just… did”

“Yeah.” Seungmin offered him a small, reassuring smile. “You were there when he needed you. That alone counts for a lot..” 

Jeongin nodded, chewing at the inside of his cheek a little. He couldn’t deny that the praise eased the knot in his chest a little, and he appreciated it. “Thanks, I guess..”

There was a small noise, and the two of them both moved their heads to look at Chan again. The instant wariness melted away as they saw the peaceful expression on his pale face, the noise being nothing but a small snore that slipped through his parted dry lips. 

Chan was sleeping, finally. 

Seungmin nodded curtly, seeming content with the progression. He carefully eased himself off the arm rest, standing up and stretching his arms up over his head. 

“I’m gonna get him some water and see if I can find some medicine.. and I’ll bring a bucket, just in case” he glanced at Jeongin, who was still perched on the table. “You okay staying here on your own?”

Jeongin rolled his eyes a little, then nodded, resting his gaze back on Chans calm face. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine, I’m not a child” he responded, waving his hand dismissively.

“Watch it, maknae” Seungmin couldn’t hide the amusement that flickered through his eyes as he weakly punched Jeongins shoulder before leaving the room. 

With a sigh, Jeongin moved over to the armrest Seungmin had vacated. It was softer than the table, so he settled there, pulling up his phone and mindlessly scrolling through it as Chan slept. 

However, the peaceful slumber they had prayed for didn’t stay peaceful for long enough. It was only five minutes at most.

At the sound of a groan, Jeongins head snapped up from his phone, his attention immediately returning to the sick man sprawled on the couch below him. 

Chans face was twisted in distress, his lips barely moving with incoherent mumbles and his body shifting restlessly underneath the blanket. Without thinking, Jeongin reached out and took Chans hand in his own, squeezing it gently in an attempt to comfort him. Slowly, he moved to sit beside him, hoping his presence would ease whatever fevered dreams were plaguing him.

“You’re okay,” Jeongin found himself muttering, a little surprised by the calmness in his own voice. “I’m here, I got you.” 

The words felt strange on his tongue, unfamiliar but oddly natural.

As he watched Chans features soften, his breathing evening out yet again, something settled in Jeongins chest. A calmness of some sort. It wasn’t just relief, but also a sense of gratitude. 

Jeongins hand reached out to gently brush some damp strands of hair from Chans forehead. For a brief moment, he studied his hyungs face. 

He was so.. still. Peaceful, vulnerable.

Though it wasn’t by Chans own will, Jeongin felt an odd sense of thankfulness for being allowed to see this side of him. The side that he would always try to cover up and hide away in order to keep his repute as their strong leader.

It was all new to him, the whole caretaker role, but Jeongin felt grateful to be given an opportunity to return if only just a fraction of the care Chan had shown him over the years. 

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so…

Maybe like 90s era James, he’s being all sweet but also so rough with you and you’ve been married to him for awhile and he finally wants to get you pregnant?? And like in the end he puts a plug in to make sure none of his cum falls out?

Just a random mash of ideas 😭

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You always wanted kids, they were just so cute and squishy, and you knew James would be a great dad. However, between touring and Lars being Lars, he didn’t know if it was the right move, so you held off for a long time.

You didn’t have forever, James knew that, you knew it better than anyone. You talked about it more and more frequently, but Metallica was touring so it was all over the phone and often those calls would end with James snoring and you having to hang up.

Now, you were sitting in the living room, waiting for James to get back from the airport. You heard his keys in the door, his bags landing with a few thumps as he dropped them. You looked over the back of the couch to watch James as he staggered over to you, he looked tired but more than anything there was a darkness in his eyes that you recognized from your years together.

He fell back next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his side. He leaned his head back on the couch and let out a heavy sigh. “Tired?” You asked, already reaching over to undo his jeans. He didn’t stop you and just gave a small nod.

“I’ve been thinking a lot.” He mumbled, adjusting himself so you could palm him through his boxers after you got his zipper down. “I wouldn’t be a great dad, you know?” He said, making you pause.

You looked up at him, brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean? You’d be a great dad, Jamie.” You moved to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead. “What makes you say you wouldn’t?”

James shrugged, accepting your little affectionate touches. “My dad walked out, my mom died, I moved in with my brother and he was… a brother.” He explained. “I didn’t think I’d be a good dad.” You couldn’t hide your expressions. This is what was keeping you from your dream life? You had the perfect man, financial stability, a great backyard. To you, everything was perfect. “But,” he continued, smiling when he saw you perk up at the news, “some of the crew brought their kids along.”

You waited for him to say more, anything else to add to that cliffhanger. “You-you’d be a great dad, Jamie, you know that.” James' smile widened and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could litter kisses all over your face.

“They gave their kids to me whenever they needed someone to watch them.” He explained. “And… you know, I love you, you’re not getting any younger, though you look it.” You chuckled at his compliments, hiding your blushing face in his neck. “I’ve been away for quite awhile… how is it that we always celebrate tours?”

You didn’t need to respond. James lifted you up and carried you to your shared room, tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, his lips locked on yours.

He tugged your pants down along with your panties, you always made sure to wear something nice underneath for James but you kept your comfies on over top since he was usually exhausted. You were pretty sure he was no better now, he just had more pressing matters to focus on.

His hands were cold as they slid under your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the ground. His own clothes followed shortly behind, his lips barely leaving yours.

His kisses trailed down your body, placing open mouth kisses just above your cunt. “James.” You purred, voice coming out all airy.

He moved back up your body so he was hovering over you, holding himself on his elbows planted on either side of your head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He mumbled, kissing along your neck while aligning his throbbing tip with your needy cunt.

He pushed into you in a single thrust, a low groan leaving him as he did. Your jaw dropped as he stretched you out, the familiar sting making your stomach twist. Of course he knew just the angle to drive you insane, he smiled down at you as he adjusted himself, listening for that little squeak you made when he hit it.

He stared down at your stomach, eyeing the bulge that formed. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, sweetheart.” He gleamed. “All swollen, pregnant…” His mind wandered to thoughts of you with his babies, one on your hip while the other hid behind your leg, maybe a third baby bump for the next.

His hips snapped up into yours, the start of an onslaught to your neglected cunt. James’s muscles tightened and relaxed, you watched in close detail as his body rocked into yours, making you bounce on the bed.

James let out a rough growl and leaned down, taking your tit in his mouth, lip encircling your nipple as he sucked and flicked the sensitive bun with the tip of his tongue, eyes on you the whole time and watching you fall apart so easily.

He cupped your other breast in his big hand, pinching and tweaking your nipple in his calloused fingers. Your back arched, you did your best to look at him but the pleasure he forced on you made it hard to not throw your head back.

“James!” You moaned. “James, m’so-m’so close!” He just stared at you, not changing anything about what he was doing to you, letting your high wash over you, the warmth that spread over your body, legs shaking on either side of him as he continued to rut ruthlessly into you.

A moan escaped him when you clenched around him. It had been too long since he felt you cumming on his cock, since he felt your gummy walls fluttering around him.

His high was quickly coming up on him, thrusts losing their rhythm as he mumbled something about babies. “Gonna fill you up so good, gonna-gonna get you all fat and-and- fuck!” With a few final thrusts he spilled himself into you, but he didn’t stop.

Your body was sensitive, cunt all puffy and used as his cock dragged against it, making you whine. “James- Jamie…” You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.

James shook his head with a grunt. “M’not done yet.” He muttered, using his own cum as lube. “Not done until- till I’m sure…”

[adrift-in-my-own-thoughts]

Yknow, what hurts me the most about Luka and Hyuna's relationship isn't even the fact that after god knows how many years without seeing her, Luka's first reaction to seeing Hyuna again is to smile. Because he's so in love with her that the literal gun against his head means nothing, just the fact that she's there is enough for him, allows him to feel truly happy, and his first thought is probably something along the lines of I missed you or I'm glad you're here or I want to hold you, to hug you again. Nor is it the fact that again, despite however many years it's surely been since she last saw him, Hyuna's immediate instinct to seeing Luka in potential danger is to throw herself into harm's way instead, sacrificing her own life just to make sure this boy with so many health issues, this puppet of the aliens, can live for a little longer.

No.

What saddens me the most about their relationship is the fact that Hyuna didn't hate him because she disliked Luka, she hated him because it was too dangerous to care about him. The only other person she ever loved that much was her brother Hyun Woo, and she watched him die in front of her eyes when they were all still children. This forced Hyuna to learn and accept that loving someone was too dangerous, risked both parties getting hurt whether with the intentions go hurt both or just as a side effect of one being hurt anyway. And so this other boy she loves, perfect, innocent Luka? What other choice does she have but to push him away to keep them both safe? She says at the end of Wiege that he was her only weakness, and I don't think that Hyuna meant because he was soft or weak himself (although that most likely is also true, judging from all his health conditions and etc), but because she couldn't possible bear the thought of losing someone else, and she couldn't let him get hurt from losing her like she was from losing Hyun Woo, either. She also said she had to keep moving forward, probably meaning she couldn't be held back by the fear or burden of caring about another as well.

So she's basically forced herself into hating Luka in order to protect them both, and I imagine she's managed to push him somewhere in the back of her mind for the last few years somewhat successfully, and yet. Yet she still rushes to save him when she sees that gun pointed at his head. She's injured and probably desperately needs medical care and is who knows how important a member of the rebels considering what we've seen her do for them so far and she still just runs as fast as she possibly can in that moment to move Luka out of the way and take the bullet herself. Luka probably wasn't even aware of what she was doing until the last second, when he was watching the life slowly leave Hyuna's eyes as he finally gets to hold her in his arms like he did when they were kids once more. And he will have to spend the rest of his life knowing that Hyuna's last action was to make sure he could live, knowing that her last breaths were spent telling him to forgive himself and live with love. And what do you do with that? When the one you love probably more than you even love yourself suddenly shows up out of nowhere and you can't even say a single word to them before they're just. Dead in your arms after literally giving more than they had to save you.

That's what hurts me the most about Luka and Hyuna's relationship. Despite everything, despite her best efforts, Hyuna still loved him so much that she sacrificed not only her own life, but potentially others as well if her role within the rebels or her knowledge was important enough. That Luka loves her so much he disregards his own safety to just rejoice in seeing her again. That he would've died happy knowing she was still safe, and yet she died instead so that he would be the one to stay safe, without even a second thought.

[currentfandomkick]

Ok so how do we want this to start? With the court set up or begin with Jason being found by another ghost (maybe let Johnny and Kitty spot Jason and deal with being chased after and possibly assaulted by Batman while they are trying to get emergency treatment to Civilian Jason Todd as they clocked the core instability verging on collapse?)

Have it move to jason in the IR with The Unstoppable Mail Man helping escort him to the emergency room as a package. Kitty and Johnny run off to tattle to the IR Legal Systems about being attacked by another liminal for saving a dying corrupted halfa.

Dani is there helping get items she liberated from ‘haunt stealing mortals’ to get them to their proper homes in the realms. She has negative issues asking if any other groups knew about it and asks for a formal investigation to be launched into that particular dimension and timeline’s treatment of the halfa and the relationship between the Aggressive Liminal.

The findings are public record, and Dani keeps seeing Vlad Assumed Hero with everything she learns about this Bruce/Batman and how no one holds him accountable for what he does to his various liminal kids and clear lack of emotional boundaries—something deeply dangerous for liminals and halfas.

While Danny will be the judge, Dani makes a point to sit with Jason and bond with him as she’s been in his shoes. Someone who you think is good doesn’t see you as who you are, but who they want you to be and will do anything to force you into that mold, or have you die trying to force you into that mold.

Jason and Dani? Have a strange mentorship where Dani is mentoring Jason. He’s Her frightmate. Johnny, Kitty and Shadow have gained extended frightmate rights and also visit, helping stabilize the revenant-wraith-Justice-For-Ignored/ForgottenVictims-Seeker’s core bonds by being there as the rotting one to Bruce is surgically removed for Jason’s health.

There are debates over what to do with his other living frightmates—many who read as victims of Bruce’s emotional dependence on them since their childhood.

Those charges are to be handled later, especially the youngest born liminal with a child-brother-protection bond to Jason.

Meanwhile Danny is informed there’s a crime against a halfa and as the ‘head of the halfa clan’ he is expected to judge it. He is not allowed to know anything about the case until investigation and charges are settled on.

Sam volunteers to play security with Cujo for emotional support.

Tucker calls dibs on court scribe in part as he likes that job (he is letting on his babies do the work) and because he knows Danny will need him grounding him directly should these asshats try something.

Jazz is informed it is either her or another liminal allowed to take on the case. She meets with Jason and sees too much of the Dannies to not agree once he’s told what happened to him are Major Crimes in the IR and the trial is unavoidable. A failure to press charges in a trial would mean that halfas are the lesser beings that a chunk of the IR loves to throw back at the Dannies. That they will become like Vlad—a man driven by his own obsession to the point of trying to destroy the world when the object of his affections rejected him, as did the child of hers he deemed ‘perfect step child material’.

Jason agreed to press the charges. Not just against Bruce, but the whole JL. He knows they let Bruce grt away with a lot when it came to Dick, to him and even Tim and Stephanie. He can at least get Damian somewhere safer or force wellness checks by people Bruce won’t be able to bribe. Especially since the kid admitted to him he doesn’t want to be a vigilante like his dad. He wants to be a doctor and is trying to workout how to balance his volunteer hours, school and vigilante time.

Justice league judged through the eyes of a child.

Justice league, Dark Justice stood in a very, very large courtroom in the infinite realm.

The Young Justice and Teen Titans were in the front row seat with the Ghostly audience and as witnesses.

The court was in session for the Justice League and Dark Justice crime of Neglection and abuse of a Revenant close to collapsing due to a serious infestation of heavy tainted ectoplasm also known as Jason Todd also known as Red hood.

Jason, after he had gotten the proper care and cleansing blob ghosts weeks before to manifested shift in a proper halfa state sat on the other court side.

In ghost form, sat a 18 years old jason todd, in a reversed color palette robin suit that hasn't been seen since that very night.

The judge was a little boy with glowing white hair, neon green eyes with a DP hazmat suit, the court session being written by a modern looking pharaoh, the security were a lady who was similar to poison ivy except with black and purple hair and purple eyes with a giant glowing green dog.

The lawyer on Jason side was Jazz Fenton, and on the Justice League side was Dinah Lance.

And when someone were to ask why a Ghost king as a child was the judge afterward. There is nothing more honest than being judged through the eyes of a child.

[purplesimmer455]

Meanwhile, in San Sequoia:

Emily comes back from school, and her mom is in the driveway to greet her. "Hey Ems, how was your day?" Megan asks, pulling Emily into a bear hug. "It was pretty uneventful, but good I guess. How was your day?" She asks and Megan smiles. "Good and uneventful too. I did some writing, planned a lecture for my college students, and checked in with your ma. She's apparently not going to have cell service for a day and a half because she'll be climbing Mt. Komorebi, but she'll check in with us as soon as she can." Megan says, her brows creasing a bit with worry. "It's okay mom, she's trained and is going with Kado and some other friends who can help her out if anything happens," Emily says, hiding the worry in her own voice. "Yeah, she'll be fine," Megan says, mostly to reassure Emily but also for herself.

The two head up to their apartment, and Megan starts making Mapo tofu with pork for dinner. Emily takes out her math and English homework assignments, and works on them while she and her mom talk about a book they've both been reading before going into the next topic. "Mom, there's something I've been meaning to bring up." Emily says, keeping her eyes trained on her homework. "Sure," Megan calls from the kitchen. "Kir and I were thinking of taking the next step with each other, and we want to be safe so they're asking their parents and I wanted to ask you if I could go on birth control," she says quickly. Megan nods, trying hard to stay casual. "That's fine, Emmy, and I'm glad you and Kiran are being responsible. I'll call Dr. West and set up an appointment for you and you can discuss it with her and go on the pill," she says and Emily nods. "Thanks mom," she says.

Emily finishes her homework, texts Kiran that she had the talk, and then has dinner with her mom. After dinner, Emily watches TV with Megan. It's quieter in their new apartment with just the two of them than it was back at their old house where she lived with her moms as well as her aunties and cousins Hamuera and Piper. Emily feels a lump in her throat as she thinks of movie nights with her mom and ma, snuggling on the couch, and hanging out with her aunties and cousins in the backyard. She pushes it away as her mom glances at her, and without a word, Megan takes her hand and squeezes it. Emily smiles, squeezing her mom's hand back and sighs as she settles into the couch.

After the movie, Emily heads downstairs to throw away the trash and runs into her oldest cousin, Quentin. He's the son of her auntie Peyton* and uncle Jared and out of all the Feldmans, he's the most calm and quiet**. "Hi Emmy," he says, and Emily grins. "Hey Q," she says. "How are you and auntie Megs doing?" He asks, his face serious, and Emily shrugs. "Better now, we're still adjusting to the new place but I'm glad we live next to you, Malaya, Casey, Darren, Cam, and Pipes so it's not as lonely or quiet," She admits and Quentin nods and sighs. "I understand, it's tough to uproot your life and have everything change. If you ever want to talk or hang out, I'm here too," he says and Emily grins. "Thanks Q, but I don't want to bother you too much. I know you're busy with med school," she says but he shakes his head. "True, but I always have time for family and friends," he adds with a smile and Emily smiles back. She's not as close to Quentin as she is to her cousins her age, but he's always been kind to her.

[atzhrts]

https://x.com/fadedbunny/status/1884437757537210785?s=46

this with sungchan or eunseok OH EM GEE

sfw link

includes: mention of him cumming on your feet

thinking coming home drunk with boyfriend eunseok and you’re just giggling to yourself, the two of you already being all over the other. but somehow both of you keep missing each others lips causing eunseok to basically make out with your philtrum before he bends down to take his shoes off.

“mine too” you giggle, lifting a foot onto his knee so he can peel your feet out of you heels, gently massaging them to take away a bit of the pain you must feel from a whole night in them. “thank you” you mumble against his lips when he comes up again, slowly walking into the living room without letting go of you until you gently push him onto the couch, sitting down in front of him.

both of you are giggling when you run your feet up to his chest before dragging them down again, the situation being extremely funny for your drunk minds. that is until you drag your feet down eunseoks chest again, brushing them against his bulge.

“you’re hard?” you gasp making eunseok throw his head back and laugh, normally he’d be embarrassed for being called out like thats but he could not care less in his drunk state.

“they’re pretty” he mumbles, running a finger over your sole already imagining how pretty they’d look covered in his cum.

[slcmml]

reader who’s always cold. fluff.

charlie.ᐟ

☆ charlie is genuinely distressed by how cold you always are. the first time he holds your hands and feels how freezing they are, he nearly screams. grabs your hands and starts aggressively rubbing them between his own like he’s trying to start a fire.

☆ after that, it becomes his personal mission to keep you warm. carries extra layers just for you. if you so much as shiver, he’s already handing you his hoodie, scarf, and probably his socks too if you’d let him.

☆ will happily be your personal space heater. charlie is always down to cuddle, and he gets so smug when you seek him out for warmth.

→ “you’re cold again? damn. guess you gotta come cuddle me. what a shame.” (he’s grinning so hard.)

→ “c’mere, babe, i got you.” wraps you up in his arms and practically smothers you with affection.

→ resting his chin on your head, playing with your fingers, kissing your forehead—he is so in love with you, it’s ridiculous.

☆ dramatic about it in the best way. if you shiver, he gasps, grabs you, and makes a huge deal about it. “i’m gonna start a petition to ban cold weather. this is actually cruel.”

☆ loves wrapping you up in a blanket and acting like he’s your savior.

→ “i have bestowed upon you the gift of warmth.”

→ “thank you, o’generous one.”

→ “no need to thank me, my love, just remember this when i want snacks at two in the morning.”

☆ if he sees you outside without a jacket? will literally chase you down and force one on you. “BABE. BABE, NO. YOU’RE GONNA FREEZE.”

☆ overall, he thinks it’s adorable that you always come to him for warmth. makes him feel special that he’s your go-to heater. lives for it, honestly.

ted.ᐟ

☆ the most prepared. ted notices once that you’re always cold, and suddenly he’s got extra sweaters, scarves, a thermos of hot chocolate—

→ “ted, what is this.”

→ “insurance.”

☆ if he sees you shivering, he immediately drapes his coat over your shoulders.

→ “here, this’ll help.”

→ you melt a little. “you’re the best.”

→ ted grins, “i know.”

☆ always holds your hands to warm them up. sometimes he just brings them to his lips and blows warm air on them.

☆ cuddle master. he doesn’t make a big deal out of it—just opens his arms and waits for you to climb in.

→ “need warmth?”

→ you nod and nuzzle into his chest. “mhm.”

→ he just hums and pulls you closer.

☆ big on blanket burritos. sometimes, he’ll wrap you up so tight you can’t move.

→ “ted, i’m stuck.”

→ “you’re warm, though.”

→ “…you’re right.”

☆ notices what fabrics keep you warmest and buys you soft, cozy clothes. gives them to you like it’s no big deal, but he looks so pleased when you wear them.

☆ makes sure you have warm drinks. if it’s cold outside, he’s handing you tea, hot chocolate, or coffee (whatever you prefer; & he makes it just the way you like) without fail.

☆ gentle about it, but very insistent that you take care of yourself. if you ever get sick from being cold too long, he lectures you softly while wrapping you in another blanket.

☆ ted tries not to make a huge deal out of it, but he will never let you be cold if he can help it.

schlatt.ᐟ

☆ acts like he doesn’t care, but he so does. the first time he notices you shivering, he just sighs and throws his jacket at you.

→ “put that on before you fuckin’ freeze.”

→ “awe, you do care.”

→ “shut the hell up.”

☆ runs super warm, so if you cuddle up to him, he pretends to be annoyed but never actually moves away.

→ “jesus christ, you’re like a goddamn leech.”

→ you just hum, all cozy against him. “mhm.”

→ schlatt grumbles, but his arm tightens around you.

☆ lowkey likes it when you cling to him for warmth. makes him feel wanted. he’ll tease you about it, but if you ever stop coming to him, he’ll be like, “…hey. you good? y’know you can just come over here, right?”

☆ buys you nice, warm clothes but plays it off like he just saw them and figured you might like them. “thought this might help. but whatever. take it or leave it.” (you take it, and schlatt looks really pleased with himself.)

☆ if he ever catches you outside in the cold without proper layers? “what the fuck are you wearing.” makes you take his jacket immediately.

→ “but then you’ll be cold—”

→ “i’m a grown-ass man. i can handle it. you, on the other hand, are shaking like a fuckin’ chihuahua.”

☆ grumbles about it but secretly loves taking care of you. if you fall asleep curled up against him, he just sighs, adjusts his position to make you more comfortable, and pulls the blanket over you both.

☆ he’ll never admit it, but when you seek him out for warmth, he melts a little inside.

© slcmml

[khorneschosen]

When you contacts drop like the way you are yes.

Because that's what you keep doing You keep ignoring the context you keep dropping the context You keep not thinking about the context.

Because I really need you to understand this if someone pulled out a gun and put it to my head and I managed to beat that man to think he was going to blow my brains out The context that I didn't know that the gun was empty does not invalidate what I did. Or if you simply take the fact that I beat Amanda death as the only context worth considering you realize how that changes whether or not my act is justified right.

Actually no I'm not explaining this to you again You know how this works You are a human being you are capable of rational thought I am not explaining this to you I'm not explaining how context fucking works..

Oh you condemn both do you. But you understand the plight of one and not the other You understand why They had to go and do something like October 7th. You understand it which is to say you agree with it.

I understand why they did October 7th better than you do. Because I don't drop the fucking context that we're dealing with an incredibly anti-Semitic people and organizations who teach their children to be anti-Semitic and to not value their own lives if their lives would be thrown away dying in the cause to kill Israelis or just Jews in general.

No I'm just realizing you didn't say you condemn both sides You just said you don't agree with Hamas Well agreeing and understanding everything that made them do what they do and everything that made them what they are. Disgusting. Actual fucking disgusting. How the fuck do you sleep at night. How do you come away from this thinking I'm a good person. All of this moral indignation you have thrown at me and I cannot see how the fuck you sleep at night or how you're even able to throw that moral indignation at me being what you are.

In reason I will tell you this is how I see you This is how I understand you and I do not understand it. You guys went from the people who could be at least entrusted to say genocide and rape are bad They are the worst crimes and they have no justification only then to support a group that blatantly raped and attempted to genocide a people. And when those people so often use to attempts to exterminate them said no, and fought in defense of their own fucking lives you said these people are the real genocidal hateful monsters.

Also if you look at the facts of the case Israel's campaign has been aligned with civilian casualties across the Middle East despite hamas's tactics to try and maximize the amount of their own people who died.

In reason I do not see how you come away from any other conclusion then not only is this hamas' fault but the people of Palestine asked for this. Their only current lament is that they failed.

Because when every fact is put in front of me and every event is put into its proper context you see a picture where a group try to use its own people as a weapon for a propaganda campaign that you have been oh so willing to engage with.

You worship death and weakness because these are the only standards that you live by You worship suffering because it is the only thing you can see.

If you're suddenly worried about antisemitism because of elon musk but you spent the last year and a half harassing Jews and "Zionists" and excusing antisemitism in your own movement, you don't care about antisemitism

I don't trust you. The Jewish community doesn't trust you. You never cared about us, still don't, and you made it very clear

[coolgrl111]

STALKER ! (part 3)

fratboy!patrick x reader

part 1

part 2

a/n: everyone thank @cyare-fi for begging me to make another part 🙂‍↕️

for the first time since this whole thing started, she felt something close to relief. someone else knew. someone else saw. she wasn’t losing her mind.

but that relief was short-lived. if art knew, if he was worried enough to warn her, then things were worse than she’d let herself believe.

her fingers trembled as she shut the door, locking it, checking it twice. she stared at the number in her hand, art’s rushed handwriting slanting across the paper.

stay out of sight. keep your door locked.

she pressed her forehead against the door and let out a shaky breath. what did staying out of sight even mean? stop going to class? avoid the dining hall? disappear completely? would she really have to do this save herself from patricia reign.

her phone buzzed. her stomach lurched.

unknown number: are you awake?

she didn’t move. didn’t breathe. because she already knew. patrick.

unknown number: i saw your light on.

her hands clenched around the paper, creasing it. was he outside? was he watching her right now?

another buzz.

unknown number: you’re ignoring me. that’s not very nice. :)

she wanted to throw up. she wanted to scream.

instead, she dialed the number on the paper. not even five minutes after he left.

art picked up on the first ring. “he’s texting you, isn’t he?”

she exhaled, barely holding it together. “i think he’s outside.”

a pause. then, “leave your dorm. now.”

“where do i even—”

“i’ll meet you. we’ll figure it out. but you need to move quickly.”

she hesitated for only a second before grabbing her hoodie and slipping out into the hallway, her heart hammering.

as she walked away from her door, her phone buzzed again.

unknown number: don’t run from me.

but she was already gone.

—

art found her on the corner of campus, his jaw tight, eyes dark with something unreadable. the dark night engulfed them, a dull street light being the only reason they weren’t consumed by darkness. “this is worse than i thought.”

“no kidding,” she muttered, tugging her sleeves over her hands.

he exhaled sharply, like he was making a decision in real time. “you need an excuse to be around me. to make him think you’re with me.”

her brows knit together. “what are you saying?”

his gaze locked onto hers, steady, certain.

“we’re dating. fake dating. anything to keep him away. ok?”

she stared at him, waiting for the punchline. when it didn’t come, she let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “fake dating? that’s your plan? this isn’t some cliche romcom. this is my safety.”

art shrugged, his expression grim. “patrick won’t stop until he thinks he’s lost. you need a reason to be around someone else—someone he can’t push out of the picture.”

she crossed her arms. “so you’re saying i’m yours now?”

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t break eye contact. “i’m saying you’re safe now.” his words settled between them like something heavy, something fragile.

“fine,” she muttered, rubbing her hands together to create warmth, “what’s the plan?”

—

they met up the next day in the campus café, two cups of coffee between them, whispering over their new relationship.

“we need rules,” art said, stirring his drink absentmindedly. “set times we meet up, set times we’re seen together. we need to look believable.”

she nodded, twirling the straw in her cup. “okay, so… what? holding hands? pda bullshit?” she chuckles.

he hesitated for half a second before nodding. “yeah. but not too much. you don’t strike me as the clingy type.”

her lips quirked. “thanks?”

“and kissing,” he continued, eyes flickering up to hers.

she swallowed. “how often?”

“enough to make patrick jealous.”

the weight of it settled between them. kissing art. it wasn’t a big deal, she’d kissed plenty of guys during her time at stanford, but no one as attractive as art.

“okay,” she said softly.

art exhaled like he’d been holding his breath.

—

she felt patrick’s gaze before she ever turned her head. it was an oppressive thing, sharp and unyielding, sinking into her skin like something tangible, something heavy. she didn’t need to look to know he was watching—watching the way art’s fingers laced through hers as they strolled across the quad, the easy way they leaned into each other as if it were second nature.

art slowed his steps, angling himself ever so slightly closer, his voice so low only she could hear it. “he sees us.”

she swallowed, feigning nonchalance as she squeezed his hand in silent acknowledgment. “good.”

art’s grip tightened, just for a moment, and then he stopped walking altogether, turning to face her with a slow deliberation that sent a jolt through her chest.

she knew what was coming before it happened. they had planned for this—discussed it in whispers over coffee, strategised how to make the illusion real enough to sink into patrick’s bones like poison. strong enough to hurt him, to make him falter.

but nothing could have prepared her for the way art’s hands found her waist with practiced ease, the way his touch was firm but not demanding, how his breath fanned against her skin the split second before his lips met hers.

it was careful at first, controlled, but only just. like he was testing the weight of the moment, measuring the distance between necessity and something else entirely.

and yet, there was something unspoken beneath it, a hesitation that lingered even as he deepened the kiss, his fingers pressing into her sides as if to remind her—i’m here. you’re safe.

she allowed herself to lean in, just slightly, just enough to sell the illusion. but the moment stretched longer than necessary, the air around them thick with something neither of them was ready to name.

when art finally pulled away, he didn’t step back immediately. his forehead nearly brushed hers, his lips parted like he might say something, might break whatever strange, delicate spell had settled between them.

but then he glanced past her, past the invisible line they had drawn, and saw patrick.

he was still. too still.

his jaw clenched, his fists curled at his sides, but his eyes—god, his eyes—burned with something close to devastation, something possessive and enraged and just a little bit desperate.

she smoothed her thumb over the corner of art’s mouth, an instinctual movement meant for performance but weighted with something more. “how do you think he’s taking it?” she murmured, careful to keep her voice light.

art exhaled sharply, though whether it was amusement or relief, she couldn’t tell. “not well.”

patrick looked like a man moments from losing control.

—

it had been days. days without so much as a glimpse of him, without the heavy weight of his stare pressing into her spine, without the paranoia of turning a corner and finding him there, waiting.

at first, it was unnerving. patrick didn’t disappear—he loomed, he lingered, he haunted. but as the silence stretched longer, uneventful and unbroken, she started to believe it was over.

art had started to drift, too. at first, he had been steady, unwavering, texting her to check in, lingering outside her dorm for a beat too long just to make sure she was safe. but as patrick’s absence stretched on, his urgency faded. she could feel him slipping back into his life, back to the way things were before all of this.

she told herself she didn’t mind.

until the knock came. it wasn’t the same knock that rebounded off her door like art’s. it was more desperate. who?

it was a little frantic, she felt it like a tremor in her chest. she hesitated, pulse skittering, before forcing herself to look through the peephole.

patrick.

but not the patrick she had come to expect—not the sharp-edged, predatory thing that had followed her like a shadow, not the arrogant smirk or the confident swagger. his grey “i told ya” shirt hung loosely off his body, drowning him. she didn’t recognise it, but she swore she had seen tashi duncan wearing it. maybe was sleeping around to fill the void? maybe he was finally done with his stalker ways.

he was different, his shoulders hunched inward, his hands shoved deep in his pockets like he was trying to make himself smaller, like he didn’t trust himself to be here.

she shouldn’t open the door.

but she did. like always.

he blinked at her, as if he hadn’t expected her to actually let him in, and for a long moment, he just stood there, lips parting but no sound coming out.

when he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “i’m sorry.”

she didn’t answer. didn’t know how.

he exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. “i don’t—i don’t know why i acted like that.” his throat bobbed. “i was… crazy. i was crazy.” his laugh was sharp and humorless. “and i hate myself for it.”

her stomach twisted. he looked so pathetic—like he had unraveled completely, like he might cry if she so much as breathed wrong. and god help her, it made her feel bad.

he looked down, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the floor. “i just… i don’t know how to want something without ruining it.”

she swallowed. “patrick…”

his eyes lifted to hers, wide and pleading. “i swear i’ll leave you alone. i just—i needed to say it. i needed you to know.”

she should tell him to leave. she should slam the door in his face.

but for some reason, she didn’t.

she trusted him.

[batboysanonymous]

Birds of a Feather

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel was a complication Y/N never asked for, a shadow that haunted her steps with the weight of everything unspoken between them. But when the line between hate and desire begins to blur, she realizes too late—he was never her enemy to begin with.

Based on the song: BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

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I want you to stay

'Til I'm in the grave 'Til I rot away, dead and buried

The tension between them was a living, breathing thing. It clung to Y/N’s skin like the mist that rolled in from the Sidra, thick and inescapable, filling every inch of space between her and the male who had spent the last century making her want to scream in frustration—or maybe something far more dangerous.

Azriel stood across from her now, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He always looked like that around her, like he was seconds away from either killing her or shoving her against the nearest surface.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she snapped, shifting her weight on her feet, trying to ignore the way his shadows curled around his shoulders like they were whispering her name.

Azriel cocked his head, his lips curving in something that wasn’t quite a smirk but close enough to make her chest tighten. “Like what?”

“Like you’re—” She cut herself off, exhaling sharply. “Like you’re trying to figure out if I’m worth the trouble.”

Something dark flickered in his hazel eyes. “I know exactly how much trouble you are.”

Y/N’s fingers twitched at her sides, itching to throw something at him. Or to pull him closer. She couldn’t decide which would be more satisfying. “Then why the hell do you keep looking at me like that?”

Azriel was in front of her before she could take another breath, his scent of night-chilled wind and cedar filling her lungs. He wasn’t touching her, not yet, but his presence pressed against her like an unseen force. “Because I don’t know if I have the strength to stay away from you.”

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know

I said I’d never think I wasn’t better alone

Y/N had always told herself she didn’t need anyone. That she was stronger alone.

Azriel tested that resolve at every turn.

He didn’t make things easy for her, never had. He challenged her, provoked her, made her blood simmer in a way no one else ever had.

And yet, she still found herself drawn to him.

Which was why she should have seen it coming when he cornered her in the training ring after yet another spar that had ended with neither of them winning—just bruised, breathless, and dangerously close to breaking whatever thread kept them from falling into something they couldn’t come back from.

“Say it,” he murmured, voice low, rough.

Y/N swallowed hard, heart slamming against her ribs. “Say what?”

“That you want me.” Azriel’s wings flared slightly, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “That you think about me when you shouldn’t.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, hating how easily he saw through her. Hating that she wanted to give in.

“I don’t,” she lied.

Azriel exhaled sharply, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “You’re so full of shit.”

Before she could stop herself, she reached out, gripping the front of his tunic and pulling him closer. The moment his body pressed against hers, the world tilted on its axis.

His breath hitched. Her own lungs burned.

And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.

It was fire and fury and the answer to every unspoken thing that had passed between them.

And I don’t know what I’m crying for

I don’t think I could love you more It might not be long, but baby, I I’ll love you ‘til the day that I die

Y/N should have known it wouldn’t be simple.

Loving Azriel was never going to be easy.

It was in the way he hesitated before reaching for her, as if he still wasn’t convinced he was allowed to have her. In the way his shadows wrapped around her in sleep, possessive even when he was unconscious. In the way he always looked at her like she was both the best and worst thing that had ever happened to him.

“You don’t have to stay,” he told her one night, his voice quiet, almost too quiet.

Y/N frowned, shifting onto her side to look at him in the dim candlelight. “Do you want me to leave?”

Azriel was silent for a long moment. Then, so softly she almost didn’t hear it—

“If you go, I’m going too.”

Her throat tightened.

Because she knew he meant it.

Because she had never wanted to stay anywhere more.

So she reached for him, her fingers threading through his, her lips brushing over his scarred knuckles. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me.”

Azriel exhaled slowly, and when he kissed her again, it felt like a promise.

One she had no intention of breaking.

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[pumpkinsy0]

PaperCut valentines day hcs!!! wooooooo

•their whole valentines is like that one “VICTOR U ACTUALLY DID THIS” video LMAOOOO

•angela would get a LOT of gifts on valentines day from different ppl and she was feeling extra nice she gave some of her stuff to curly and he would mess up the flowers, eat the chocolates that sorta thing. but after getting w pony he just took those things and gave it to pony, way to save money!!! angela find out and bc shes petty, she gave curly the stuff that had her name on it, but that didnt annoy pony so ha, jokes on her

•just bc curly and pony got a valentines now, dont mean that they’re randomly wishing the best on other couples, ESPECIALLY curly, they go to the valentines secrion of stores and hide somethings to make it seem like its sold out and mess w the teddy bears to make them do inappropriate things, maybe leave some signs that

•tbh most pony can do for curly on valentines is cook for him like the good little malewife he was made to be while curly watches him w his feet up, or if curlys not there swatting everyone elses hands away from the food he plans to give to curly

•curly paid a friend 10 bucks to dress like cupid, diapers, bow and arrow, sashel, the whole deal, and follow him and pony while they were on a date. freaked pony theeeee hell out, he wanted no part in that bs

•pony plays into the corniness of valentines day and to what curly makes fun of him about, and makes purposely very corny poems about curly

•their first valentines together, pony didnt do anything for curly, which he felt bad for seeing that curly got him at least chocolates, he didnt think curly was the type so he didnt bother😭😭, curly doesnt let him live it down, every valentines day he brings it up

•id like to think that curly spent time shaping his afro into the shape of a heart but after pony saw it, curly fixed it back to its normal shape out of embarrassment

•let a diner allow for couples to eat for free if they kiss in front of a worker for longer than 5 seconds, pony and curly r making OUT!!!! RIGHT THERE!!!!!!! slip in tongue or something for extra measure, those heart shaped burgers will b THEIRS

•valentines is one of the only days pony actually calls curly pet names, nothin too crazy but babe and if hes feelin risqué, baby, curlys reveling in it

•one of the bday months i could see curly having is february, bonus points if the day is closer to valentines, curly gets all prissy w pony and pony in an odd way is into it, what weirdos🙄🙄

•despite being able to somewhat speak it, curly thinks french is a gay ass language, however bc its seen as “the language of love” to some ppl, he dusts off the part of his brain that remembers it and speaks the most french hes ever spoken since moving to the us and hits on pony w it. but like i said, his french is rusty, ik he messes up his sentences sometimes n calls pony things he dont mean to say

•each valentines day chances r if u look well enough, ur gonna see pony and curlys initials carved into a new place, they got no shame!!!

•curly will pick flowers from ppls neighborhoods to use as a bouquet to give to pony, pony always keeps a flower or a flower part to use as a bookmark, till it rots more and more just wilting away

•pony spends an embarrassing amount of time making sure he looks good on valentines day, he feels like such a girl he hates it so bad but cant help it😭curly calls pony his doll bc of it

•valentines double date is a no go for them, they would rather die than let anyone know what the do for each other on valentines, its so awkward

•curly and pony prolly use the hellllll out of their older brothers cologne, only difference is darry thinks its cute and doesnt mind, tim will throw a fit over it, mf just take a shower and do ONE SPRITS

[wanderingblindly]

October Birds from Oscar's POV for the celebratory prompt fills if you're up for it 🥰

Congrats on hitting your blog milestones!!!

Hello lovely!!! I saw that you specified a cute scene, so I went with something... kind of cute? Cute in the sense that we get to see Oscar Thinking About Lando :) This is the "you've got grease on your nose" scene from chapter 4, aka the resolution from Lando running away in chapter 3. Hope u enjoy!!! Celebratory prompt list here!

October Birds Ch 4: Oscar's Version

He tries not to regret it.

If he looks at it objectively, there's nothing to regret. Lando's an adult, he can't force him to say anything he doesn't want to – there's not some looming threat between them, extortion. There's an imbalance, maybe, in the sense that Lando has nowhere to go and Oscar has nothing to lose, but there's not much to be done about that.

And he would never hold that over Lando, the fact that they're living in his home.

But still, he has to try to keep the ugly feelings down: the second guessing, the nagging belief that maybe he'd finally stepped on a floorboard too far past squeaking – that it snapped under his curious weight. He ignores the fear that maybe Lando won't open back up to him one of these days, and that would have to be fine.

It's not like he could have him forever, anyways.

As he goes through his routine – the parts familiar in his hands, easy enough to let his mind wander – Oscar drifts back to the night before.

To the way Lando spat their silly New Year's resolution back at him, filled with teeth but lacking venom.

He didn't really want to hurt Oscar, not really. He could see it in his eyes – so endlessly expressive, crystal clear looking glass leading to his heart; Lando was scared. Terrified. He was cowering like he could sense an impending storm, rolling dark and heavy over the horizon.

But Lando wasn't afraid of him.

And yet he lashed out, like the thing he was truly afraid of wasn't there to bear the brunt.

Oscar hums to himself as he turns it over in his mind, thoughts drifting aimlessly to the way Lando sucked on his lower lip as he tried to regain control of himself, how the thin skin around his eyes went pink when he cries angry, frustrated tears.

He's like stained glass in all of his colors, the broken pieces slotted together. In the way he glows in the sun, refracting rays from its journey east to west.

Oscar snaps back to attention as something shakes in front of him – eyes immediately registering Feast's pastry box. And on the other end of it, looking at him with an outstretched hand – distanced – is Lando.

His chest relaxes, having grown unexpectedly tight.

Lando looks like a kid before him, pouting a little – something put-on. Oscar would reckon he's nervous, maybe something more. Something he hasn't earned the right to know yet.

"Bad time?" Lando asks, voice a step too high, like he's trying to come off as relaxed.

Oscar smiles at him, smiles a bit more when Lando's shoulders ease. "For pastries?"

"And me."

It's unexpectedly honest. "And you."

He throws the ball back in his court anyways, not sure where they stand – what Lando needs from him. Maybe what he needs from Lando. There's a pause, not that Oscar minds; he could stare at Lando forever, something about his face – his micro-expressions, eyes constantly shifting – that's endlessly fascinating.

"Is that a yes?"

"Never a bad time." For you, Oscar bites his tongue. It's selfish to add, selfish to put that sort of expectation on Lando – someone who's heart already seem to bear the weight of something Oscar may never truly know.

Lando looks at his face more closely, and Oscar knows he can see him flush. He's long-since accepted it. "You've got a bit of, um. On your nose, you –"

"Here?" Oscar's heart sings when Lando rolls his eyes, scoffing at his antics; it's relief, relief and something a bit more selfish, a bit closer to his ribs. He continues spreading the grease around his nose, "C'mon, Lando. Where? Here?"

"You're like a frickin' kid, mate."

Lando's never touched him first.

He wonders if it would mean anything if he did.

He'd like it to, maybe. If he lets himself stand true to their resolution, honesty.

[goldenboywrites]

Oliver was pulled into Cassio’s arms, the blonde’s head tucked into the crook of his neck. The movement hurt his aching body, but he refused to call out in pain. He swallowed it down because he knew, deep down, how much Cass needed this, needed to touch him. If only to reassure himself that Oliver was there, Oliver was breathing. He wouldn’t take that away from his boyfriend, no matter how hard it hurt at that moment. And it did hurt. Every inch of Oliver’s body felt swollen and bruised, but he had done it. He knew how to help Theo. The spell had been successful, and Oliver had done it. 

“I don’t know exactly, but I saw the fear in her eyes when she said goodbye to Theo. She knew she wasn’t returning from whatever he would do to her when he realized Theo was out of that house.” There was a slight chance she had survived, but Oliver knew in his heart she hadn’t. He had felt the man’s power, the man’s rage. Alexandra had sacrificed herself to save her son, and she trusted them all to take care of her little boy, to give him the life she couldn’t. “She knew he would kill both of them eventually. It…you guys, it was so fucking bad. Theo would breathe wrong, and that man would lock him in a closet. If he was too loud if he cried. There was always a reason for him to rage out on him…” 

How long would it take that man to find Theo here with them? He would know Alexandria had gotten Theo out. Men like that don’t just give up. His gaze sought out the little boy, tearing up at the sight of him sleeping peacefully. He was thankful the spell hadn’t hurt Theo like it had hurt Oliver. He was thankful that the boy was with them. Every single person in this house would protect Theo with their lives. Oliver, especially. He wouldn’t let Alexandria’s sacrifice be in vain. 

“I can sketch Theo’s dad so we know who to look for, but no other information than what I’ve already shared with you guys. She sent him to Apollo, knowing he would take him in and protect him. She knew we all would protect him. That’s what we have to do. That’s all we can do at this point.” 

When Apollo came to, his vision was blurry and his head fuzzy. He rolled his heavy body over and moved onto his knees. The movement caused a wave of nausea to wash over him, and before he knew it, he was throwing up what little remnants were in his stomach. He wiped his mouth with his hand and dragged himself to his feet. At first glance, fear coursed through his body, his heart beating relentlessly because he didn’t initially recognize where he was. Had he been captured? Was he being tortured? But after glancing around his surroundings, he realized he was in his own basement. 

The door clicked open, and Apollo stumbled to the stairs. He had been concussed way too many times to not recognize the signs. But what had happened? His hair felt wet, and he reached up, his hand coming back with blood on his fingers. His body felt bruised to shit too. As he climbed the stairs, he tried to recall what he remembered last. The fight. He and Isaac are fighting over Cassio and Oliver coming around to see Theo. But that didn’t make much sense to him. Their fights were never physical; they would never lay hands on each other in violence. 

He went up to the first floor, stumbling into the living room, where he heard them all talking. He sought out Isaac first, eyes scanning over him to ensure he was safe. Then he saw Cassio, who was untouched but cradling Oliver in his arms, who was hurt, and then little Theo, asleep in the middle of the room, not harmed. His body sagged with relief. “What happened?” He asked, his words slurred as his head throbbed to the point that the room spun. He held Cassio’s gaze, trying to decipher the uncomfortable look on his face as their eyes met. “I don’t remember…I,” His knees gave out, and he grasped the edge of the couch, steadying himself against the furniture to remain standing. “I’m missing time. Hours.” Cassio was struggling to keep Apollo’s gaze, making his stomach twist painfully. That wasn’t how things were between them. “What happened?” He asked again, more forcefully.

Alexandria may not have been Cass' favorite person in the world but what had happened to her. Well, what they were assuming had happened, was awful. She'd just been another victim of the awful sub-society that their families all subscribed to. He wondered briefly if his and her's and Apollo's family's maybe had been afforded another opportunity there could have been different ways, different outcomes. Different thems. There were a lot of things Cas was wishing for in that moment, one specifically was to know how Orion was that damn powerful to be able to do that. Perhaps he's not just a junkie. He could ask all those questions of Oliver later on, he knew he'd answer now if he'd asked but they'd already lost enough time.

"So," He started softly, smoothing his hands gently along Oliver's back. He was mindful of how he touched him as he was still trying to piece together how the hell any of this was possible. He supposed that was the beauty and horror of magic. "W-what happened to Alex .. ?" He asked, knowing damn well he'd already known the answer. Apollo was absolutely going to lose his fucking mind when he found out about this. The blonde's head whipped towards the cellar door and another pang of regret washed over him again. This day could go straight to hell for all he cared. As a matter of fact, if he'd wake up right then and there and this was all a nightmare, he'd be so damn grateful but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

Cass immediately took to burying his head in Oliver's neck, apologizing as he did so for any discomfort he caused. How the hell could a little boy cry out like that? How could anyone hurt someone so vulnerable and .. his thoughts trailed off as Cass inhaled his boyfriend's scent and got as close as humanly possible. He had had it bad growing up. A backhand to the mouth every now and then and some truly disgusting words that a child should never hear but it hadn't been like that.

It was moments like this that had Isaac questioning whether or not he truly deserved the things that came into his life. And this one was about that beautiful little boy. But this was more to do with how he came to be in the world. It had been him. And if he expressed this thought to Apollo he'd assure that that wasn't the case and that Theodore would have always been. It would have been in the design. But as Isaac stood there, arms wrapped around his own middle he knew it had been his fault. Alexandria and Apollo were meant to get married. They should have been married and that little boy would have been Apollo's. But Isaac found a man following him one night and from that night on, he was never able to stop luring him on and towards their future. He'd been so good at it that he'd even managed to incorporate little bits of Apollo's bleed over now too.

Isaac was quiet, letting Oliver comfort Cass and vice versa. They all needed a minute he thought. And so he spelled up a basin of warm water a few wash clothes to clean the two up when they were ready. His gaze still hadn't really left the chubby little cherub face that had come to disrupt his whole life that afternoon. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as Isaac took a wash cloth in one hand and wetted it. He wondered, briefly, if Alexandria had spelled the little boy to look like Apollo for that reason as well. Had she known what was coming for her? He hoped now. Even after everything, Apollo had assured him that he and her hadn't ended on bad terms. Even gave him life updates sometimes. But he was starting to wonder if it had been Apollo lying to him about this or her lying to Apollo and that whole slue of events.

"Di' ya see anythin' else, Oli'va?" Isaac asked softly, tearing his gaze from the child to the cellar door. Without a word, Isaac raised his hand and it popped open. Apollo needed to be up here. Isaac just hoped that Cassio knocking him out was enough to knock the veela magic from his system. For as frustrating as this day had been, at least he knew now for certain that that wasn't something they could play with in the bedroom. Which wasn't ideal but Isaac was not ready for repeat of whatever the hell happened today. "Apollo?" Isaac hollered, looking over towards Oliver and Cassio to see the daggers they were staring. "I will ta'e ca'e o' 'im if nee' be." He assured them, moving closer towards the door just in case. "Bu', was tha' all o' it? Not'in' else?"

[stopmyhearts]

okay. Romana self harm thoughts. Under a cut because of subject matter but yeah. I warn you now this shit is explicit, if you read it that's not my responsibility

So, Romana is so traumatized that it isn't really a question on if she hurts yourself, but rather how and when she starts. The easy answer would be during or after Etra Prime but I'm a big supporter of the 'Romana has always been somewhat fucked up' idea so I think it started earlier. My girl is a psych major (to me at least) and accordingly a bit wrong in the head. I don't think she does it in a truly concerning amount pre-Etra Prime, but like. She's tried it a couple of times in the academy. It's not as if anyone on Gallifrey would see, anyways. I think she just wants to see what it's like, and she's got a bit of a morbid curiosity. She's just fascinated by the blood (I'd say she tries some cuts probably), she doesn't actually want to hurt herself, it's not a coping mechanism. So when she joins the Doctor she hasn't hurt herself in several years, if not decades, and the adventures scratch any itch that might be scratched by cutting as well. I think maybe, placing 'the Doctor's first XI' just before Destiny of the Daleks, she does it occasionally there. Again, not often, and it's more boredom than anything, but staying a century or longer in one place, surrounded by all these terribly traumatized people, that's going to do a number on your mental health, Time Lord or not. And I think that makes it easier too, for her to choose to regenerate, to shorten her lifespan like that, because that is definitely, if not a suicide, either a sacrifice or significant act of self-harm.

And I think that does scare Romana II. Like, she plays it all off as a joke, but I think deep down she knows that's serious and it scares her off. So she throws away any tools she may have previously used, and stops. I still think maybe if she gets overwhelmed she presses her fingernails into her palms a little too hard or she chews her lips until she accidentally draws blood sometimes but nothing more than that.

And then we come to Etra Prime. Obviously she gets hurt constantly there, so I don't think she adds to that without cause. But she does keep trying to escape, I think, like she doesn't want to live anymore but more than anything she wants to stop being hurt. And I think she's willing to risk more pain for a chance to escape. And to spare other people too, if she can. I don't think she ever loses that compassion, but it is very hard because she has to weigh the suffering in front of her eyes against the potential suffering out in the universe, so she never gives up her secrets.

Post-Etra Prime, I believe she has a lot of chronic pain to deal with, and is desperate for control. Control over herself, over the people around her, over all of Gallifrey. And her physical pain and disability are things she can't control, so I think she gets some control from inflicting pain on herself. Maybe she did so on Etra Prime too, I don't know. Pressing on scars until they hurt, twisting her knee just so, scratching at bumpy scars to make them less noticeable, overdoing it, not letting herself rest, all that sort of stuff. I think there's a point to it too that she needs some pain to function. She's exhausted, but a sudden pain can give that little spike of adrenaline she needs to keep herself going through long days as a president. And I think that's approximately the level it stays at, at least for as far as Enemy Lines (which is where I am currently). Like it gets less or more depending on the situation, in general I think post-Warfare it gets less because she had her big suicide plan there and I think it gets Narvin and Leela onto her more too. And there's not really much room to escape each other on the axis. Also, she heals, slowly and not completely, but some of the pain and exhaustion do get less, especially while she isn't president. So it's both harder to hurt herself and less necessary for her daily function.

Truly what is wrong with her, I love her and I love to give her issues

[bride-and-bride]

Saw a neat Fourcheanult post about the ways in which he sucks but tragically I cannot reblog without at least SOME analysis on how the loss of Louisoix would impact his choices and views on his children's actions