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A Chance at Something Better
summary: Jinx's brings a little girl to your home, hoping to give her something better than what she had.
Pairing; Jinx x fem!reader ( they're married)
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Authors note: I saw on TikTok this one video saying that Jinx adopted a child, soo thats what I tried to do even if I have zero knowledge of whaat going onđ¤đť. If you want more married content just tell me and I'll do it, I kinda liked the idea of you and Jinx adopting a kid so, tell me if you want more of it.
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Youâre in the dim glow of Jinxâs hideout, the familiar hum of metal and machinery filling the air. Her workbench is littered with tools, scraps, and half-assembled parts, each piece part of a weapon youâre carefully crafting for herâa small, sleek pistol that packs a powerful punch. The faint scent of gunpowder lingers in the room, and you can hear the quiet drip of water echoing from somewhere deep within the cavernous walls.
The two long braids and her purple eyes come into view before she does, Jinxâs shadow moving just a second ahead of her as she slips into the room. She grins, her smile sharp yet playful, watching you like sheâs seen her favorite person in the worldâbecause you know, deep down, thatâs exactly what you are.
The moment Jinx steps into the room, a prickle of awareness slides down your spine. You sense another presence. Instinct kicks in before reason, and in one swift motion, you reach for a pistol on the workbench and whip around, aiming it directly at the darkened corner just beyond Jinx.
Jinxâs eyes widen as she realizes where your attention has landed, her mouth parting in surprise. âWhoa, whoa! Easy there, sharpshooter,â she says, her tone a mix of amusement and shock. She holds up her hands. âDrop the gun, okay? Thereâs⌠no need for that.â
You keep your stance firm, the pistol steady in your hand. âWhy is it here?â you ask, eyes narrowed, keeping your gaze locked on the shadows in the corner.
From the darkness steps a small, timid figure, her steps cautious but curious. Sheâs barely up to Jinxâs hip, with wild blue hair that nearly mirrors the shade Jinx once had. The girl peers up at you, big eyes full of a mixture of awe and trepidation.
Jinx glances at her, then back at you, her expression shifting to one of guilty excitement. âSheâs here,â Jinx corrects, her voice softening as she looks at the girl. âI know I was gonna⌠ease you into this, but, wellâŚâ She shrugs, her mischievous smile returning. âSurprise?â
You keep your gaze steady, the girlâs shy eyes darting between you and Jinx. The situation feels surreal, and though youâve lowered the gun, the tension is far from gone.
âJinx,â you say, voice firm, âcan we talk⌠in private?â You emphasize the last word, giving her a look that says youâre serious.
Jinxâs grin wavers, a flash of nervousness crossing her face. She glances down at the girl, patting her shoulder gently. âIsha, stay here, alright? Just for a second.â Her voice is soothing, trying to keep the girl at ease as she leads you further back, just out of earshot.
Once youâre out of Ishaâs line of sight, you cross your arms, keeping your voice low. âJinx, we agreed⌠if anything this big was gonna happen, weâd talk about it first.â
Her fingers fidget with the edge of her sleeve, and she bites her lip, a little sheepish. âI know, I know. I just⌠I couldnât leave her there. She looked so scared, y/n. Like sheâd seen the worst of the Lanes in one day. I tried to picture leaving her, but⌠it felt too close to everything I went through.â
You sigh, the frustration melting into something softer as you watch her, seeing the hint of vulnerability she rarely lets anyone glimpse. âI understand that, Jinx. But bringing someone into our lives like thisâitâs⌠itâs not just about a good heart, you know?â
She runs a hand through her braids, glancing down, trying to meet your eyes without completely meeting them. âLook, I know I rushed it. But sheâs got nobody else. No one who understands. And if Iâm honest⌠I thought maybe, with us, she could have a chance.â She glances up at you with a hopeful, almost pleading look
You let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you glance back toward Isha, then back at Jinx. âWe make weapons, Jinx. Bombs. Thereâs nothing about our lives that screams âsafeâ or âstableâ for a kid. Adding her into this⌠itâs not exactly ideal, you know?â
Jinx bites her lip, visibly torn but resolute. âI know what we do isnât exactly kid-friendly, but itâs not like weâre blowing things up every single day. Weâll be careful. And⌠maybe she doesnât have to see all that. We could keep that part separate. Weâd figure out a way.â
You shake your head, though a small part of you understands where sheâs coming from. âItâs not just about keeping her out of the crossfire. You know as well as I do that our lives are unpredictable. Weâre not exactly⌠parental role models.â
Jinx crosses her arms, her brows drawn as she stares at the ground. âMaybe. But I think we could be. I mean, weâre not the monsters the world sees us as.â Her voice softens, barely above a whisper, âIsha deserves better than what I had. She deserves a chance. And weâve got each other, y/n. Doesnât that count for something?â
You let her words sink in, feeling the weight of her solve. The idea still feels overwhelmingâforeign, evenâbut the determination in her eyes, that unbreakable hope, reminds you why you love her.
You take a deep breath, glancing from Jinx to the tools and parts scattered across the room. âLook, Jinx, weâre married, and yeah, weâve talked about a family someday. But this?â You gesture around the hideout, with weapons and half-finished bombs lying out in the open. âThis isnât exactly what Iâd call a safe space for a kid. Itâs dangerousâeverything about what we do is dangerous.â
Jinxâs gaze doesnât waver, her fingers laced in yours. âI know itâs risky. But I also know weâre more than the things we make here. Weâve made a life together, y/n. Maybe itâs not perfect or normal, but itâs ours. And Isha⌠she could be part of that.â
You sigh, feeling her conviction but unable to shake your hesitation. âJinx, we canât just decide this overnight. Itâs not just about us anymore.â
Her grip tightens slightly, her eyes softening. âShe needs us, y/n. We can give her a place where sheâs not alone, where she doesnât have to be scared all the time. Weâve got each other⌠isnât that enough to try?â
You look down at your wedding ring, feeling its weight more than usual. The decision ahead is heavy, and Jinxâs fingers tracing the edge of the ring only intensifies that feeling. She meets your gaze, her voice soft. âI know we didnât plan this, but when I saw her, I couldnât walk away. Sheâs like me⌠like us. And she needs someone.â
You exhale, still unsure. âI know, but weâre not exactly the perfect environment for a kid. Weâre surrounded by weapons and bombs, Jinx. This life... itâs dangerous.â
Her touch lingers on your wedding ring as she looks up at you, her expression sincere. âI get that. But when I was a kid, I had Silco⌠and he was all I had, even if it wasnât perfect. I thought maybe we could give her something realâsomething better than what I had.â
You rub your forehead, feeling the weight of it all. âItâs not just about helping her. Itâs about how much itâll change our lives. Are we ready for that?â
Jinx squeezes your hand, her voice steady. âI donât know, but I want to try. I want to give her a chance.â
You watch as Jinxâs eyes glisten, the faint shimmer of tears threatening to fall. Her usual bravado is gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. You can see the weight of her words sinking in deeper than she lets on, the fear of repeating the past, of making the wrong choice.
Without thinking, you reach out and gently cup her face in your hands, your thumb brushing away the tear that escapes the corner of her eye. The action is tender, your touch grounding both of you in the midst of the storm.
"Hey," you say softly, your voice low but firm. "We donât have to do this perfectly. But we need to know what weâre getting into, Jinx. Itâs not just about the heartâitâs about everything that comes with it. The good, the bad⌠and the ugly."
Jinx sniffles, nodding as she leans into your touch. âI know. I just⌠I donât want her to end up like me. Like I did back then.â She swallows, her voice trembling. âI just want to give her a shot at something better.â
You hold her gaze, your hands steady as you keep her close. âYouâre not alone in this,â you say again, the words sounding stronger this time. âYou wonât be doing it alone. And neither will she. Weâll figure it out together. No matter what.â
Jinxâs lip quivers, but she manages to hold your gaze. âI never thought Iâd have a family. Hell, I didnât even think I could be a part of one.â Her voice cracks, but she presses on. âBut when I saw her, I saw that little version of meâsomeone whoâs been left behind, someone who just needs a place to feel safe.â
You canât help the tightness that forms in your chest as you listen. You know sheâs right. Itâs like a mirror to her past, the girl standing there alone, hoping for someone to care. You pull her into you, your embrace warm and solid. âWeâll make sure she has that. Safety. Love. A chance to be something more than what this place wants her to be.â
Jinx clings to you, a quiet sob escaping her. You can feel the depth of her emotions, the mixture of fear and hope swirling within her. Sheâs vulnerable right now, in a way youâve rarely seen, and it makes everything feel more real.
"I donât know if I can do this, but Iâll try," she murmurs against your chest, her voice muffled but full of determination. "I need you by my side. I need you to help me figure this out."
You hold her tighter, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Weâll figure it out, Jinx. Together. Iâm not going anywhere."
You hold her close, letting the silence wrap around you both, the weight of the conversation settling between your hearts. Jinxâs breaths come a little easier now, though you can still feel the trembling in her body. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, grounding herself in the safety of your presence.
After a moment, she pulls back slightly, enough to look up at you with those wide, purple eyes. âYou really mean it, donât you?â she asks, her voice a mixture of wonder and vulnerability. âYouâre not just saying that to make me feel better?â
You gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a small smile tugging at your lips. âI mean it. Iâm not going anywhere, Jinx. Weâll do this together. Weâve always figured things out, even when itâs been tough.â
She nods, her lips quivering into a small smile, though it doesnât quite reach her eyes. "I donât want to fail her. I donât want to mess this up." Her voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "I just⌠I donât know how to be a mom."
You lean in, brushing your forehead against hers, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both. "And you donât have to know how to be one right now," you reassure her. "But youâve got a lot of love to give. Youâve got that. And thatâs a hell of a start."
She lets out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. "I guess weâll learn as we go, huh?" Thereâs a trace of her old mischief in her voice, a glimmer of that familiar spark.
"Yeah," you say, your hand gently cupping her face again, âweâll learn. And weâll do it together. One step at a time.â
Jinx leans into your touch, her eyes closing briefly. âI never thought this could be my life... but maybe... maybe it could be.â She looks up at you, a new kind of determination in her eyes. "I want to make sure she has a chance to be better than I was. We can give her that.â
You nod, the weight of the decision no longer feeling quite so heavy. "We will."
And for the first time, thereâs a real sense of hope, something unfamiliar yet comforting, settling between you both. You kiss her forehead softly, reassuring her once more that youâre in this togetherâno matter what comes next.
You both stand in the silence, the hum of the hideout settling around you. The girl, Isha, is still standing a few feet away, her eyes fixed on you both, her small frame tense but not entirely withdrawn. Sheâs looking at Jinx one moment, then at you, almost like sheâs waiting to see how youâll react, unsure of how this new chapter will begin.
You take a cautious step toward her, the floor creaking lightly beneath your feet. Isha doesnât move, her posture defensive, but thereâs a hint of curiosity in the way her blue hair flutters slightly with every slight movement you make.
You crouch in front of her, your knees sinking just enough to meet her gaze without overwhelming her. âHey there,â you say softly, trying to keep the tone light. âIâm not going to bite, promise.â
Ishaâs eyes flicker to your face, her lips parting slightly as if weighing whether to trust you. Itâs quiet for a moment, and then, after a long stretch of silence, she hesitantly reaches out, her small fingers brushing against yours.
You give her a small, encouraging smile and gently take her hand, your grip light, offering her the space she needs to pull away if she wants to. You feel the chill of her hand against your skin, the coldness of someone whoâs been through too much too soon.
âYouâre safe here,â you say, voice low and reassuring. âYou donât have to be scared.â
Behind you, Jinx shifts, her usual chaotic energy subdued for once, her gaze trained on the interaction. Thereâs a look in her eyesâpart gratitude, part uncertaintyâthat makes you pause for a moment. Sheâs watching, almost as if sheâs holding her breath, waiting for something.
She takes a small step closer, her voice quieter than usual. âThanks,â she says, the words tumbling out before she can stop them, more to herself than to you. âFor not running off.â
You glance over your shoulder at her, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes. âI told you Iâm not going anywhere, Jinx.â Your voice is firm, steady, grounding. âWeâll figure this out. All three of us.â
Ishaâs small hand tightens in yours, a soft, tentative pressure that feels like the first sign of trust sheâs given. You smile, a little more genuine this time, and shift to stand beside her, giving Jinx a glance that holds a promise.
Jinx looks back at you, her expression softening, and for the first time, you see something almost like hope flicker in her eyes. She steps up beside you, her presence a quiet reassurance to Isha.
âWeâll figure it out,â Jinx echoes, her voice quieter now. She glances at Isha, her fingers nervously twitching but keeping steady. âWeâll make sure she has a chance.â
Isha, though still cautious, seems to soften just a little in response. Her gaze shifts from you to Jinx and back again, like sheâs beginning to believe that maybeâjust maybeâsheâs found something worth trusting.
Jinxâs eyes flicker toward the workbench, her gaze catching the sleek pistol youâd been carefully crafting. The change in her demeanor is almost immediate, the air around her crackling with a familiar energy. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin, the kind that only she could pull off. The uncertainty from moments ago seems to evaporate, replaced by a spark of excitement.
âWell, wellâŚâ she mutters, stepping over to the workbench and running her fingers along the edges of the half-assembled weapon. âLooks like someoneâs been busy.â
You watch her, her movements quick and sure as she inspects the weapon. âI was making it for you,â you say, your voice holding a touch of amusement. âHad to give it some personal touches.â
Her grin widens, and she picks up the gun with a careful but almost possessive gesture, weighing it in her hands. âI know, I know⌠You always make the best toys.â Her voice drops a little lower, a mischievous twinkle in her purple eyes. âBut I could use something like this, especially if Iâm gonna be a good role model.â
You raise an eyebrow, your hands resting on your hips. âRole model? Are you sure you know what that means?â
Jinx gives a playful shrug, flipping the gun in her hands and inspecting it. âHey, maybe I donât know everything about being a âgoodâ role model⌠but Iâm pretty damn good at keeping people entertained.â She gives you a sly wink, her usual wild energy creeping back into her voice.
For a brief moment, the weight of the situation seems to lift as Jinx takes a shot at her old self. The chaos, the thrillâitâs all there, in her eyes, in her grin. But beneath it, thereâs something different. A protective edge. Sheâs not just planning her next moveâsheâs trying to figure out how to be something else, something more.
You sigh, crossing your arms, and take in the sight of her, the wild spark still there but now tempered with something else. âJust donât get too carried away, alright?â
Her eyes narrow in playful challenge. âWho, me? Never.â
You shake your head, but the corners of your mouth lift slightly, the tension between you easing as you watch Jinxâs usual self return, in all her unpredictable, fiery glory.
âWeâll see how long that lasts,â you mutter, though itâs more affectionate than anything.
Jinxâs grin softens a bit as she looks over at you, the weapon still in hand, but her attention fully on you now. âHey, thanks for sticking with me,â she says quietly, her voice softer than before, but the familiar edge is still there. âI know this... this is a lot. But Iâll do everything I can to make it work.â
You nod, feeling the weight of the moment, of the decision ahead. âI know you will, Jinx. Just donât let this turn into another one of your schemes, alright?â
Jinxâs eyes sparkle as she steps closer, her lips curling into another grin. âNo promises,â she teases, then lowers her voice to something more sincere. âBut Iâll try.â
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pairing: loser!simon riley x male reader
request: Going to a party with roommate loser! Simon Riley who has a crush on you. like I imagine him standing near the corner just keeping an eye on you the whole night, and him getting jealous seeing you dance on the other guys. Getting home and him being all moody and touchy because of all the attention you were getting from his work buddies⌠heâs just so pent up and he knows you did it on purpose - đĽ
warnings: slight smut, some flirting, cursing, mentions of jerking off
why did he have to go to the party, why couldn't you both just stay in and watch some movies like you usually do or order some takeout and sit on the couch watching shitty but hilarious shows all night, these are the points simon tried to bring up as you got ready to go to a party that his team was hosting.
the real reason was because to him you just looked to good to let out of his sight and as much as he didn't want to go to the party also because he wouldn't want to take the chance of someone getting their little grimy hands on you and taking your fine ass back to their place.
"please y/n can we just stay here tonight" he pleaded with you as you put on your coat and grabbed your keys, if anything he was willing to get down on his knees but then he would seem to desperate so nope "put on your jacket, we're going, plus you know i love to have a little fun" you smile before walking out of the apartment, he let out a huff but still put on his stuff and followed you out.
it was safe to say he wasn't enjoying the party, he just wanted you to get drunk enough that you would want to leave and you could both go home and sit on the couch where he could then scoot closer to you and maybe have a rogue hand on your thigh, y'know just to make sure you're okay, but that's not the point.
he watched from the corner of the room as you introduced yourself as simon's roommate, they didn't even know simon had a roommate let alone friends but damn were they glad to be meeting your fine ass, their gazes lasting a few seconds to long in simons eyes, his jaw was clenching and he was a second away from breaking the cup in his hand.
what really started to destroy him was when your drunk self decided it was high time to dance with the guys, you body was getting just a little to close to them and next thing you know, you ass is in the guys hands and your bent over on him "who the fuck does he think he is" he thought to himself but it's not like he could do anything to stop you from having fun.
he couldn't believe what he wa seeing, you were all but throwing yourself at them, hanging in their arms and openly flirting with them while they groped you, it was becoming to much for him so he decided the right thing to do would be taking you home, so he grabbed you by the wrist and walked you out to the car.
"give me the keys" he demanded but all you did was giggle "and what i-if i don't hm big scary man" you stumbled into his chest making his heart skip a beat, this was the closest he had ever been to you in a non friendly way, your warm body connecting with his had his mind racing at one hundred miles per hour and his cock was hardening in his sweatpants embarrassingly quick.
"just... just g'me the keys" he held out his hand and you let out a little smirk before handing him the keys and getting in the passenger seat, the whole way home it was a little silent aside from the music playing in the background, once getting home and getting you to your room you leaned up from your bed and gave him a little kiss on the cheek "you're a good friend" you slurred your words a little but this was enough to send him spiraling.
he ran to the bathroom trying to get his cock to go down after the events of the whole night, he didn't have any other solution other than fisting his aching cock, his shirt tucked between his teeth as he tried to get off, but it was becoming increasingly harder when he has no hole to help him, i mean he wont go get some slut off the street to help him,he likes you to much but he hasn't gotten off in so longgg.
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Still Missus Riley | Simon "Ghost" Riley.
Simon as a fem!reader's ex-husband:
Simon still remembers every little thing about her. He brings her favorite tea or coffee every week, showing up with groceries she might need, still knowing her schedule and preferences by heart. âHabit,â heâd say gruffly if she questioned him. But he doesnât want to let go of that rhythm. It's his way of grounding himself, still feeling connected.
Despite the divorce, Simon continues to refer to her as Mrs. Rileyâeven if itâs to himself. To him, the vows they made still hold weight, and he doesnât consider the divorce anything but a bad dream. Heâs never missed a chance to let her know, âStill my wife,â if someone else tries to flirt with her. If she argues, he might mutter, âDivorce papers donât change whatâs in here,â tapping his chest.
Simon still feels deeply protective. If he senses someone hurting or disrespecting herâeven if itâs someone sheâs datingâheâll make his presence known. He shows up to fix things around her apartment or steps in when he thinks someone is taking advantage of her. She might call it overbearing, but to him, itâs just his duty. And he doesnât plan on giving it up.
When sheâs feeling down, Simon has a way of just knowing. He still gives her space but drops by with dinner or a blanket on bad days. If she questions why, he shrugs and says, âHusbandâs job, innit?â Heâll act as if itâs only natural, dismissing her protests like he canât even hear them.
Seeing her with someone else stirs something dark in him. He acts cool and nonchalant on the surface, but sheâll catch the way he lingers around longer, watching her interactions. He might even drop a passive-aggressive comment like, âHope he treats you right,â when he leaves, letting her know heâs still deeply invested, still hers.
Little pieces of her life still linger in his space. Maybe itâs her favorite mug, a scarf she forgot, or even the blanket he keeps around for when sheâs cold. He doesnât give them back, and she might notice theyâre always ready for her whenever she drops by. Itâs as if heâs building a small shrine to the life they shared, unable to let go of these reminders.
Occasionally, Simon slips, calling her âloveâ or âdarlingâ like he used to. When she gives him a pointed look, he might grunt, brush it off, but thereâs a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. Even if theyâre âseparated,â heâs emotionally anchored to her, and every time he has to pull away, itâs like leaving a part of himself behind. For Simon, sheâll always be Mrs. Rileyâdivorce or not.
He hates that he still loves her. Simon knows theyâre divorced; he knows that he should respect her space, but he canât help himself. He never stopped caring, never stopped thinking of her as his wife. Even if heâs quiet and reserved, the way his eyes soften when he sees her, the way he touches her shoulder for just a second too long, all give him away. He never voices it, but she knows, and he knows she knows.
Any man that even looks at her for more than two seconds gets that unblinking, icy stare. Simon isnât subtle about it either. Heâs not above scaring off guys who get a little too close for his liking, muttering to himself, âThey donât know you like I do. Donât know what theyâre asking for.â He even goes as far as tracking the ones she does talk to, and while heâs careful to not intrude, heâs fully prepared to step in if anyone oversteps the invisible boundaries heâs set around her.
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Chills Right to the Marrow part 47
ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 44, part 45, part 46
The days pass by in a blur. Each day, the calendar marks a day closer to the fourth. Closer to the day that haunts him. The day that marks his mistake. His harmless curiosity that was so far from that, harmless. It was harmful. Where he dragged two people who didnât need to know the secrets of Hawkins into his mess. And one person who jumps in front of danger like it canât hurt him back into it again.
Dustin was fated to this life. When Will went missing, there was no question about it. He would always be involved in this. But Steve, Robin, Erica, they didnât deserve to be dragged down with him.
Thereâs a letter on his desk from Susie, currently thriving at Camp Nowhere. Angry at him for breaking his promised return. Deciding to stay here instead of going back and spending time with her. He gave her the excuse he could, that something happened, and he couldnât go. There was too much he needed to do here. People he couldnât leave.
He couldnât tell her why. She was far enough away that she never needed to know about this. Finally, Dustin could keep someone safe. Ignorant. Innocent. She didnât have to know the darkest part of his life. He loved that for her.
It didnât feel good, to keep a secret from her. But it was necessary.
The doorbell rings. Dustin stares at the ceiling for a few moments, hoping theyâll just go away. But the bell persists. Whoever is there pressing the button so fast, it doesnât even stop ringing before getting cut off and starting over again.
Dustin groans. Standing and going to the door.
âFinally,â Max complains when she pushes herself through the door, Lucas following after her. âWhat took you so long?â
He rolls his eyes. âI didnât think anyone was coming over today.â The annoyance is clear in his tone.
Really, he didnât want to do anything today. His bed was so comfortable when he woke up this morning, he barely wanted to leave it. Eyes fixed to the ceiling when they werenât closed, feigning sleep. Body feeling weighed down. Impossible to move.
Max wheels herself into his living room, transferring to the couch. Clear that she isnât leaving. Lucas looks at Dustin expectantly. Like heâs waiting for him to move.
Moving takes too much energy. All he wants to do is lie back down.
âWe brought a movie,â Lucas finally says. âRaiders of the Lost Ark.â
âI thought Max hated that movie.â
âIâm open to changing my opinion,â She calls out from the couch.
Lucas continues to look at him, with that worry sitting in his eyes. Heâs trying to hide it, but fails. Dustin hates that look. He doesnât deserve it. He can take care of himself, he has for this long. They didnât need to do it for him.
His face must give away something he doesnât realize, because Lucas nods and goes to put the movie in before Dustin can protest. Gesturing for him to sit on the couch next to Max. Refusing to start play, or God forbid sit down, before Dustin complies.
Like heâs waiting for Dustin to protest enough heâll have to do something.
Dustin doesnât give him a chance. Huffing out a breath before sitting on the middle of the couch. Only then does Lucas sit down next to him. Finding the remote on the coffee table and pressing play.
The opening credits roll, and Dustin forgets when the last time heâs watched this movie. It was one of his favorites since it came out. Replaying it so much he wore a hole into the VHS. Itâs probably since then, he figures. Not having replaced it yet.
But the scenes play just as he remembers them. Like a comforting hug. Familiar warmth fills him, he didnât realize how cold he was.
For some reason, he doesnât know, tears start to form in his eyes. As the last scene of the movie ends, they start to roll down his cheeks.
He doesnât hide it well; Maxâs arms wrap around his shoulders in a hug. Her head leaning on his shoulder. Lucas mirrors her in his own way.
It hits him all at once why theyâre here. With the movie heâs loved for years. Days away from one of the worst days of Dustinâs life. Of their lives. He hears Max sniffle. Hears Lucasâ breath hitch. They were all suffering from this in their own way, but they still showed up for him. They knew he needed this, even if he didnât know that himself.
The sob breaks out of his chest without permission. Shaking his lungs. Their arms tightened around him.
âIâm sorry,â falls out of his mouth with a cry. âIâm so sorry.â
âI am too,â Lucas whispers.
Max sniffles again. âMe too.â
They sit there until the air calms. A light weight lifting off of Dustinâs chest. Letting him breathe just a little easier now.
He clears his throat, getting rid of the residual sobs. âWhy are you guys sorry?â
Lucas shifts, pulling away from their hug. âLast summer, when you came back from camp, we were all wrapped up in our own shit. We didnât know what you found, what you were doing. If we had just stayed on that hill longer, you wouldnât have been the only one who heard the message. We could have gone through it together.â
Dustin was glad that they left him on the hill that day, in hindsight. That way it was just the four of them in that bunker. Less people to lose. But heâs right. It was the first time Dustin went through something completely without them. The core group. It was just him, Steve, a girl he barely knew, and a child who didnât need to be brought into this.
âYouâve been really quiet lately,â Max whispers, sitting back upright. âIâve noticed you pulling away, but I didnât do anything about it. I should have made sure you were ok. So you didnât isolate like I did. I should have let you know that I was here for you, no matter what. That you could talk to me.â
He didnât realize he was pulling away. Or being quiet. Now that she says it, he knows what she means. The conversations he missed while sitting in the middle of them. The want to just lie down and stay there. Nothing even playing in the background. Just silence.
âWeâre worried about you, dude.â The concern in Lucasâ voice is ripe. âWe wanted to make sure you were ok.â
Dustinâs not ok. Not right now. Physically, heâs fine. But mentally, heâs all over the place. Flashbacks come in waves, nightmares keeping him from sleep thatâs worth anything. Heâs more terrified now than he was the entirety of that week. No adrenaline to mask the fear this time.
âHow much has Erica told you about the bunker?â he asks, voice hollow.
âAll of it. What she knew, anyway. I canât imagine what it was like to be there.â
âIt was awful.â Dustinâs never said that out loud before. After it happened, they all wanted to get away from it as fast as they could. They barely talked about it. There were other things to focus on. âI donât even know what really happened to Steve and Robin. They never told me, but I could guess.â
âWeâre making plans to get together that night,â Max says. âSo we can be together for the fireworks.â
âI think that would be a really good idea.â
I feel odd posting this today, and I debated waiting until tomorrow to post it. But, this chapter I'm writing is giving me a lot of comfort, in a weird way. Seeing the community these guys have support each other, it reminds me of my friends, and we do the same. It is almost therapeutic to know that I am not alone in so many way. How, even in the darkest of times, there are people out there that love me, and we can walk through this together. I hope this brings you some much needed comfort, as it did to me.
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Adding onto this, I feel like the "animal" part of Logan's character is somewhat necessary to explore if you write him. I'm not saying he is an actual animal, of course not, but you can't pretend it isn't an important part of his character.
His major character conflicts can be divided into a few major themes: his memory loss, his loneliness, and his struggle between feeling human and animal. All of these are punctuated by his struggle to fit in with society due to his personality, trauma, and status as a mutant.
However, note that his conflict between feeling human and animal didn't start with him. It started with the way society treated him like he was something to be feared and wary of. This is a major theme of all X-men movies: the inability to fit into societal standards due to something you can't help.
Because Logan genuinely can't help it. I know it comes off as patronizing to some people to see us characterize some of Logan's traits as animalistic, but it's how the movies themselves portray him. He runs on all fours to attack, he slashes with claws, people ask him what kind of animal or monster he is. He's been given "animalistic" traits on purpose, because it's instinctual to him due to his mutation.
Does that make him less human? No. Does that mean he acts differently than other humans? Yes.
The main point of the X-men movies is to show that it's OK to be different. That you don't have to change or hide your personality to fit in, but that you should embrace it and find people who accept you for who you are.
This applies to Logan as well: he finds refuge in the X-mansion because they don't try to stifle him. They don't criticize and judge him for his more "feral" traits the same way he doesn't judge them for theirs. He learns that it's OK to lean into his more "animalistic" behavior and that the way people condemned him before was close-minded and wrong.
Logan identifies with the title of The Wolverine. He chose it himself and wanted to be called by it, the same way he chose to be called by Logan instead of James. This is him accepting the fact that yes, he has more animalistic traits, but no, that doesn't mean he's less human. He can be both.
He starts as a cage fighter who plays up his more "animalistic" side by snarling and growling and playing with his prey. He becomes an X-man and leans into the more "human" side when he develops genuine connections and focuses on keeping them. Eventually, in DPW, he settles on "both." You can see his "animalistic" side: he runs on all fours, he fights Wade on pure instinct, biting and snarling and grinning when blood splatters in his mouth. You can see his "human" side, too: he has an emotionally vulnerable conversation with Laura, confronts his trauma in the Void, and agrees to go to Wade's domestic house party. When given the choice with no outside influences, he lets himself be both.
There's nothing inherently wrong with having traits that resemble an animal. Mutants are meant to push the limits of what is traditionally considered human, and Logan is an example of this. The reason he hated his "animal" traits wasn't because he hated the idea in itself, but because people scorned him for it so he tried to change. Because just like anyone else, he craves to be accepted. And just like other people, he chose to hide part of himself to do this.
But what a lot of people are arguing by exploring his more "animalistic" side is that he shouldn't have to hide. He shouldn't be scorned for any of his traits, even if they are distinctly animal-like. He should be accepted as he is, instead of expected to fall into the "human" mold. He just be seen just as valuable even if he does have these traits, which he himself embraces when given the chance. It's therapeutic to let him have behaviors that don't traditionally fall in line with what is socially acceptable because we write stories where he's loved despite it. It's what we all strive for, someone who doesn't try to change who we are, even the more "undesirable" traits, but who loves us anyway.
Logan isn't an animal in the same way he isn't a "traditional human." He's "Logan," who is a mixture of both. It isn't demeaning or dehumanizing, it's uplifting. He can act however he pleases without having to fit either mold and still be seen and understood. He shouldn't be seen as an animal, but he shouldn't be expected to act fully like any other human when he's been shown not to.
Also, like previously stated, being a minor isn't a cop-out from internet discourse. Anyone should be given respect regardless of their age, and adults deserve the same courtesy. I don't really understand what reiterating that you're a minor twice achieves in a character analysis discussion. I understand wanting to protect your peace, but when you decide to engage online, people are going to respond. In the same way you're free to respond, too. I respect your preferences and opinions, but here's mine.
Getting deep into the x men fandom means seeing ships I don't agree with, so I don't interact, seeing posts that mischaraterizes one of the deepest charaters possible, so I don't interact, Seeing people actively say things that are blatantly wrong, so I don't interact.
Getting a large following is also kind of frustrating (Im not complaining I love you guys!) But I've had to block 2 people already today because they keep leaving rude replies to my comments on OTHER peoples posts or purposly come to my blog to tell me that how I view a charater is wrong. Had someone tell me that the stuff that happens in MY au is dumb because "that would never happen" like yeah bud. The writers at Marvel are too much of cowards for it to happen, hence why i'm here.
So my thing is... if im chosing not to interact with all of this- why is it still on my feed?
I feel like the more I ignore it the more I see and I do not wish to be the type to block someone simply because they make one post about a ship that personally isn't my cup of tea.
Also- I think Im starting to see the different sides of extremes, especially when it comes to one specifc charater.
Logan.
I have seen dozens of lovely stories, lovely rants, lovely head canons about this man-
But something that feels weird (to me at least) is people who are 45+ yelling at people who aren't even 18 that their story/headcanons are trash because they've "been enjoying Logan for 40+ years" as if this gives them any right to tell a 17 year old that they shouldnt write a charater how they see them.
It's also weird to me that there seems to be two sides.
Logan IS an animal and that's perfectly okay.
Or
Logan ISN'T an animal, and everyone who headcanons him as animalistic is fetishizing his mutation and are insulting him.
I get not liking a certain trope, but sir, that person is young enough to be your child. You have to accept that we all grew up with different versions of each charater. I Personally didn't grow up with any and get the luxury of indulging in all sorts of media all at once- therefore getting to see him from multiple sides and pictures.
I completely understand if you grew up with the original series and are upset to see that kids are headcanoning your stone cold angst biker man as wearing bow clips and 'making biscuits' on a pillow while watching gilmore girl with his boyfriend, and wearing pink fluffy hello kitty pants and a tight shirt that says "Milk"
I completely understand if you grew up with the movies and see him as a sexy gruff hot buff man and you love to write lots and lots of steamy x reader about him.
I completely understand if you LIKE logan wearing hello kitty pants and don't agree with the idea of him being a dark edgelord, lone wolf charater.
Do you know what I don't understand? Fighting over a charater when different timelines have been canon since the 80s. The Time Variance Authority (TVA) first appeared in Thor #372 (October 1986) which means ALL of your logans are the correct logan. Just not all the same.
Do I think Wolverine Orgins Logan would wear pink hello kitty pants? Nah.
Do I know that Deadpool and wolverine Logan is a whole different universe then Orgins Logan? Yes.
That's why people tag different logans and different aus. So what is all the fuss about?? What happened to the more the merrier?
Theres so many different versions of comic book logan, too, so don't even go there.
Feel free to ask my personal opinions but as far as I stand I could never be foolish enough to seriously go into someone elses post and genuinely be upset at them for how they perceive a charater. I get second hand embaressment when ever I see ANYONE doing it.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk. I don't care if I lose followers for this. Let the door hit you on the way out. There aint no reason to be harrassing folks.
#wolverine x men#x men wolverine#logan howlett#logan james howlett#x-men orgins wolverine#kitkat#we arent forcing him to be an animal when he isnt#but we also shouldnt force him to act normal when he isnt#hes been characterized to lean into his instincts#but also to carefully consider things and be gentle when needed#we're saying he can be both
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Ter stop talking over and making decisions for Dee challenge 2k24. Y'all ain't even friends at this point you're just the annoying coworker go away
#wandee goodday#wandee goodday the series#wandee goodday series#listen listen listen#i am glad that ter is starting to realize things about himself#i'm glad he's starting to embrace his feelings#howmstever he needs to do that in a way where he is able to give up some control#he cannot control dee's actions or responses#he needs to communicate with dee not make decisions for him#ter and dee do not mesh because dee is super competitive about silly little things#and he doesn't like being told what to do. he likes gentle nudging and he also likes his boundaries#yak still hasn't kissed him despite both of them knowing how bad yak wants to#ter extended their japan trip without talking to dee and then tried to kiss him not even knowing how dee feels about being kissed#dee hasn't had a chance to explain#and even before he had a chance to explain with yak#yak wasn't kissing him. yak was operating strictly off of body language and managed to not kiss dee#then he asked about it in a non-judgemental way and dee felt comfortable enough to tell him#and yak said got it boss. you know i want to kiss you but this is a boundary that we will not cross#until we are ready and willing to cross it together#yes yak has pushed a bit because he wants it but he always goes slow enough and gives dee enough space to back out before they kiss#which dee does#and he will back out until he doesn't#but that's the difference between ter and yak#dee was closed in and didn't have a lot of options to avoid the kiss if it hadn't been interrupted#i don't doubt dee would have managed to avoid it but ter blocked off a lot of opportunities to leave#yak leaves space for dee to leave if he wants to#ter is controlling and yak is freeing#and that is why dee was able to fall for yak after 8 years of pining for ter#he is free from the feelings that were controlling him#and now he can move on and be happy with someone who truly understands him
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Thank god Sasha was confirmed bisexual, otherwise people would hc her as lesbian solely and exclusively because she's kind of a bitch.
#like it's a stereotype at this point. happy bubbly character HC'd as bi or pan. weird almost alien-esque character HC'd as ace/aro/aroace#skinny depressed sadboi man HC'd as gay. physically stronger taller and more extroverted and confident man HC'd as bisexual#and of course. mean bitch HC'd as a lesbian#i really don't get the ''nice fun and bubbly = bisexual'' stereotype at all#like what does it meannnnn#is it meant to represent how they're more ''open'' to ''more people''??#and lesbians being mean represents ?? idk that they're more ''closed''?#also see how the fanon male gay characters are usually like sad delicate flowers that must be protected and fanon lesbians are#just more ''rough'' somewhat. or at least closed off and cold or distant somehow#''frigid'' is the word that comes to my mind (yikes)#btw I LOVE that Anne and Marcy are characterized as lesbians a lot of the time in this fandom#since they're definitely much more ''soft'' and like cutesy and sweet than big mean Sasha#i love lesbian Anne (extroverted. confident. likes playing matchmaker. super super social. local jock. quite girly when she has the chance)#and I love lesbian Marcy (soft adorable bubbly girl. surprisingly extroverted. VERY hyper. vv energetic. adorable n precious cinnamon roll)#i kinda like the idea of aroace Marcy as someone who clings to her friends so desperately because she sees them drifting away from her#and priorizing other types of relationships (romantic bonds) while she's left alone because THEY were her everything#and she gave her whole heart to them#but they never gave their hearts to her because they were waiting for someone else to give them to. a romantic partner.#something marcy could never be#but I also feel like sometimes the ''weird girl'' thing might give off alien vibes somehow (?) like she just clearly doesn't belong in this#in this world she doesn't belong to this species she doesn't experience what most humans experience#i have mixed feelings on aroace marcy but tbh i don't care enough to like. complain about people who see her that way lol#though I admit I prefer lesbian Marcy a lot more#my posts#btw one hc i really do adore is trans girl Anne. idk if it's ''too stereotypical'' in relation to her like about who she sees in the mirror#i find it so soft and sweet. how she learns to love herself. how she forms a sense of self. trans girl anne my absolute precious#amphibia
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mmm essay about sally and kid gort in the tags (cw for child abuse, mentions of suicide, animal cruelty and a murder attempt. i always hope i donât have to say this but just in case: i donât excuse or condone any of her or gortâs behaviour at all.) this is literally not even touching upon everything i have to say because i hit the fucking tag limit lmao. NOBODY READ ITâS BAD BRAINSTORMING I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOW
#thinkin too much about gortie side characters again.#sally this time and why she specifically talks about him the way she does#like dravo is obviously still shitty but to me he was. âjust âneglectful#while sally actively hated and even felt terrorised by her own child#like. itâs not like i donât understand her at all.#imagine you and your love donât have much besides each other and your shop and you get pregnant and ready to raise a child#only for it to not be a child he didnât and doesnât cry ever and he learns everything so much sooner than most but then he never calls you#his parents and itâs not just a petty thing kids do sometimes you feel that he doesnât see you as family and the worst part is that you#agree deep down#and as he gets older he doesnât have any friends and actively rejects the notion of the entire concept#but then as time passes you hear about how he has entire groups of children following him and then several of them commit suicide#and that thing coming to sit with you and dravo at the dinner table says that he did what you did last week when the axe to chop wood broke#and you discarded it and got a new one#and he has these habits of ripping out flowers and making sure that they donât regrow#and then you hear rumours about a friendâs daughterâs cat disappearing and think nothing of it#until you visit his tree house a month later and find a declawed cat and birds with clipped wings and crushed bugs that he keeps fondly#and then you see him with other children and they donât know and his face is different and body language is entirely different#and were it not for the fact that you know better you would never see anything but a normal child#and you know that you are one who painstakingly brought this thing that should not be into the world and so you decide to end it all one da#and go to him as heâs asleep with the knife shaking in your hand#but he cries when youâre above him! screams at the top of his lungs!#so you beg for forgiveness even though you donât deserve it through tears but as soon as the knife is put away you see the act drop and fee#his clever fingers having twisted your brain inside and out and you know that you can do nothing#and so the opportunity arises to at least remove him out of your life if not everyoneâs lives and you take it immediately.#but you heard him talk. how he will close his fist around the world one day. and you know that it is not a matter of if but when.#like. imagine that. jesus dude.#like i hc her as someone that is messy and does not know a lot about life and she certainly wouldnât have been a good mother but the love#or at least desire to love is there somewhere. and believing that having a child is really the only somewhat meaningful thing she can do#with her life. sheâs not some hero or rich or anything of note. so thereâs a lot obligation and not genuine desire for family here.#but she never really got the chance to be an actual mother in the first place so. who knows what that might have looked like
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it's like i want to get started on the next season of korra bc i'm excited since this is the season korra and asami start Noticeably Hanging Out A Lot More, but i think i have to just. go listen to music and think about asami instead dklsfhj
#goD really about to add another fic idea to my list#already got my ''2024 - untitled azula fic'' and ''2024 - untitled suki fic''#might as well add a ''2024 - untitled asami fic'' to the list#i don't have all the logistics worked out by ANY means i'm just spitballing here#but i KEEP going back to wanting to explore the potential for the avatar themself to have a very devout following#i think of like how yangchen was talked about during kyoshi's era#and here on my second read of the kyoshi novels -- yeah kyoshi was absolutely devoted to yun - she was a believer in the avatar#and that's a lot of power to give to someone -- the varying severity of that and how the avatar handles it???#and what does it do to someone who has a chance to be close to the avatar??? to be /needed/ by the avatar??#all that to say: i just think it would be neat to explore asami's devotion from /avatar/ korra to just korra#anyway alexa play personal jesus by depeche mode#talking tag
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rewatching Batman v superman. Will forever be obsessed with snyderâs decision to make a mainstream high budget comic book movie about the THEODICY PROBLEM and then be surprised that nobody liked it đđ
#this film is sooo funny I think it appeals to me purely as someone from the school of#âcannot then their brain off while watching moviesâ#so whenever I watch a superhero movie I AM thinking. what abt the ethics . what abt the logistics of weapons of mass distruction#so much of the âwish fulfulmentâ or âescapismâ of comic book movies has such odd ethics and optics if you look at it too closely#idk#also itâs hilarious how this movie line for line summarised the security dilemma securitisation theory snd existential risk reduction analys#I mean again. undertandable that nobody liked it đđđđđ#but as someone who DOES do international relations + security studies.#these are sadly the EXACT conversations and theoretical frameworks that#our world leaders are using to make their calls abt âsecurityâ#so if you think Bruce Wayne ranting abt âif thereâs a 1% chance superman could destroy the whole world we have to take it as absolute#certaintyâ weâll just know. thatâs how politicians make their decisions to this day đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł#so if you think heâs being stupid and incoherent well.#I disagree with the security dilemma as a premise and rational choice models that rely too heavily on it but there we go#sadly the U.S. government still uses these theories as their primary basis for . intervention decisions
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Mizu, femininity, and fallen sparrows
In my last post about Mizu and Akemi, I feel like I came across as overly critical of Mizu given that Mizu is a woman who - in her own words - has to live as a man in order to go down the path of revenge.
If she is ever discovered to be female by the wrong person, she will not only be unable to complete her quest, but there's a good chance that she'll be arrested or killed.
So it makes complete sense for Mizu to distance herself as much as possible from any behavior that she feels like would make someone question her sex.
I felt so indignant toward Mizu on my first couple watchthroughs for this moment. Why couldn't Mizu bribe the woman and her child's way into the city too? If Mizu is presenting as a man, couldn't she claim to be the woman's escort?
However, this moment makes things pretty clear. Mizu knows all too well the plight of women in her society. She knows it so well that she cannot risk ever finding herself back in their position again. She helps in what little way she can - without drawing attention to herself.
Mizu is not a hero and she is not one to make of herself a martyr - she will not set herself on fire to keep others warm. There's room to argue that Mizu shouldn't prioritize her quest over people's lives, but given the collateral damage Mizu can live with in almost every episode of season 1, Mizu is simply not operating under that kind of morality at this point. ("You don't know what I've done to reach you," Mizu tells Fowler.)
And while I still feel like Mizu has an obvious and established blind spot when it comes to Akemi because of their differences in station, such that Mizu's judgment of Akemi and actions in episode 5 are the result of prejudice rather than the result of Mizu's caution, I also want to establish that Mizu is just as caged as Akemi is, despite her technically having more freedom while living as a man.
Mizu can hide her mixed race identity some of the time, and she can hide her sex almost all of the time, but being able to operate outside of her society's strict rules for women does not mean she cannot see their plight.
It does not mean she doesn't hurt for them.
Back to Mizu and collateral damage, remember that sparrow?
While Mizu is breaking into Boss Hamata's manse, she gets startled by a bird and kills it on reflex. She then cradles it in her hands - much more tenderly than we've seen Mizu treat almost anything up to this point in the season:
She then puts it in its nest, with its unhatched eggs. Almost like she's trying to make the death look natural. Or like an accident.
You see where I'm going with this.
When Mizu kills Kinuyo, Mizu lingers in the moment, holding the body tenderly:
And btw a lot of stuff about this show hit me hard, but this remains the biggest gut punch of them all for me, Mizu holding that poor girl's body close, GOD
When Mizu arranges the "scene of the crime," Kinuyo's body is delicate, birdlike. And Mizu is so shaken afterward that she gets sloppy. She's horrified at this kill to the point that she can't bring herself to take another innocent life - the boy who rats her out.
MIZU'S ONE MOMENT OF SOFTNESS AND MERCY, COMING ON THE HEELS OF HER NEEDING TO KILL A GIRL TO SPARE HER THE WORST FATE THAT THIS RIGID SOCIETY HAS TO OFFER WOMEN, AND TO SPARE A BROTHEL FULL OF INNOCENT WOMEN WHO ARE THE CASTOFFS OF SOCIETY, NEARLY RESULTS IN ALL OF THEIR DEATHS
No wonder Mizu is as stoic and cold as she is.
And no wonder Mizu has no patience for Akemi whatsoever right before the terrible reveal and the fight breaks out:
Speaking of Akemi - guess who else is compared to a bird!
The plumage is more colorful, a bit flashier. But a bird is a bird.
And, uh
Yeah.
I like to think that Mizu killing the sparrow is not only foreshadowing for what she must do to Kinuyo, but is also a representation of the choice she makes on Akemi's behalf. She decides to cage the bird because she believes the bird is "better off." Better off caged than... dead.
But because Mizu doesn't know Akemi or her situation, she of course doesn't realize that the bird is fated to die if it is caged and sent back home.
Mizu is clearly not happy, or pleased, or satisfied by allowing Akemi to be dragged back to her father:
But softness and mercy haven't gotten Mizu anywhere good, recently.
There is so much tragedy layered into Mizu's character, and it includes the things she has to witness and the choices she makes - or believes she has to make - involving women, when she herself can skirt around a lot of what her society throws at women. Although, I do believe that it comes at the cost of a part of Mizu's soul.
After all, I'm gonna be haunted for the rest of this show by Mizu's very first prayer in episode 1:
"LET" her die. Because as Ringo points out, she doesn't "know how" to die.
Kind of like another bird in this show:
#blue eye samurai#mizu#akemi#kinuyo#bes#women are birds okay they are BIRDS#the let me die line is so SCARY AND SAD like a part of Mizu wants death but she cant? she doesnt know how?? excuse you show???#when all these other delicate birds are dying all around her#akemis character gets more and more gutwrenching upon subsequent rewatches because whenever she says her life is in danger#NO ONE BELIEVES HER - certainly not other women#because shes rich and pampered and that means shes safe and is worrying about nothing right? right?????#and it turns out that all of akemis instincts were right and she was in danger the ENTIRE TIME#also I need to make a post just for kinuyo because I am sad
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Yandere!Barista who is the âposter boyâof the coffee shop he works at. It is honestly deserved: he has a pretty face, a charming smile and a playful yet sweet attitude. He is especially popular among the girlsâŚwho he keeps rejecting. He is just not looking for something casual, you know? He dates to marry, not to be someoneâs eye-candy.
Yandere!Barista who, one day, sees you walk into the store. Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt you have on ? He loves that band! This is what he tells you when it is your turn to order. What do you mean he looks too much like a goody two-shoes to be a fan? Alright, Miss âI am so dark and edgyâ, what do you want to order? Black coffee? The banter goes on until he has to shoo you away, with an amused smile, as the other people in line are starting to get impatient.
Yandere!Barista who glances your way every chance he gets. Not only are you fun to talk to, but you also look really cute. Sometimes, between orders, he gets to converse with you. He eagerly returns your small wave when it is time for you to leave. As he goes to your table to collect the receipt, he finds your cup still there. On it, there is a small doodle of him along with your number. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he brings a hand to cover the side of his face. He is definitely keeping that cup.
Yandere!Barista who saved your number under âCutie <3â. The more you text each other, the more you hang out together, the more he becomes obsessed. It is honestly starting to scare him. The other night, he had your cup in his hands to look at the doodle. Next thing he knew, he had his lips where yours had been when you were drinking from it. It flustered him so much, he threw the cup in the trash bin afterwardsâŚonly to go get it back five minutes laterâŚHe is asking you out on a date for sure next time he sees you.
Yandere!Barista who does your coffee with trembling hands. He really doesnât want to do this, but you didnât leave him a choice. Today, on your usual table, you are sitting with a man other than him. He canât possibly lose the only person who took the time to get to know him beyond his looks. The drug should work in about fifteen minutes, five minutes after closing time. This should be perfect, you always wait for him to close the shop and walk home together. He can do this, he can do this, he can do thisâŚYou will be happy at his house, you will be happy with him. It is with a heavy mind and painful heart that he gives you your order.
Yandere!Barista who you got pinned against the wall of the storage room, one hand beside his head and the other one holding your cup. He is as white as a ghost. He keeps looking around. He is sweating all over. This couldnât be. You couldnât possibly know- You firmly grab his jaw and turn his face towards you. âDrinkâ, you say coldly. What are you gonna do to him after he becomes unconscious? Will you report him to the police? Will you hurt him? He closes his eyes tightly as you bring the cup to his lips. The moment it reaches them, you drop it on the floor and replace it with your lips. His eyes open in shock as you give him a small, tender kiss. âThat was my cousin, idiotâ, you tell him affectionately. You look at him for a couple more seconds before putting on your bag. He is still frozen in place as you add: âTomorrow, 6pm, at my house. Alright?â. You leave before he can answer.
Yandere!Barista who slides down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. All that is left of him is a blushing, quivering mess. With shaky fingers, he touches his lips; a small whimper involuntarily comes out his mouth. He is about to combust. He feels so weak, he canât get up. You scared the shit out of him, but that was so hot ahhâŚHe didnât know you could be this assertive. And that kissâŚhe buries his face in his hands and groans. Kissing you is all he has ever dreamed of, yet he stayed still like a dumbass when it finally happened. He is so lame-you make him so lame. Guess tomorrow would be his chance to redeem himself.
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âOUR LOVE SHALL LIVE, AND LATER LIFE RENEWâ
â domestic family moments with gojo, geto, nanami, toji and sukuna (f!reader)
a/n: i was on vacation my babes; my apologies </3 hope you yall enjoy this
GOJO SATORU:
it is no secret that your husband thrives off physical affection, so it surprises no one when he is latched onto you like a koala to a tree, especially at home.
the past couple of days were filled with more missions than gojo wouldâve preferred, so to make up for lost time, he spent the entirety of last night cuddling you.
that cuddling session continued to the morning, and satoru couldnât have been happier.
you, fast asleep and looking oh so pretty, and him, happily burying his face in your chest: the perfect combo.
your husband, however, failed to remember that there is somebody else who would fight day and night for your affection.
that someone comes in the shape of his grumpy little son who is currently standing at the door with a stance that is supposed to be intimidating.
the little boy pouts and is about to yell when satoruâreluctantlyâdetaches himself from you and stares at him.
âwhat do you want, s/n?â
your son makes his way to the bed and climbs it up with much struggle, but it doesnât matter to him since he is satisfied he is finally face to face with his dad.
he crosses his arms and huffs, âI want to cuddle with mom.â
satoru quirks an eyebrow, and his fingers slowly card through your hair. your husband replies with a smirk, âwell, I want to cuddle with her too. I miss her!â
âdad, donât be mean!â your son argues, âyou had her yesterday!â
satoru shrugs and lies back down, and you cuddle into his side.
he canât help himself as he presses a kiss to your head first then looks at s/n, pleadingly, âbut I was working a lot this past week; canât you let me have her just a bit more?â
your son ponders a bit, before settling on a solution that should satisfy both ends. satoru has been away for quite the while lately.
so, s/n simply throws himself on satoruâs chest, making the older man groan. the boy buries his face into his dadâs chest and guides his hand into his hair.
satoru smiles, hand immediately getting to work, patting his sonâs head. he sighs blissfully, âyou really are my son.â
s/n nods slowly, and he starts drifting off to sleep. satoru is thankful that he closed the curtains yesterday and that he is granted another chance to sleep in with you and his son.
s/n murmurs a soft, âlove you, dada.â
it makes satoruâs heart nearly burst as he looks at his son. he immediately replies softly, âI love you too, buddy.â
s/n slowly replies, âyou better,â before falling asleep. your husband gently pulls you closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
satoru whispers a soft, âthank you.â
he starts rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and leaning his head more towards your own. it is a few moments that pass before he asks, âalso babe, are you seriously still asleep?â
âno, I am awake, you silly buffon; you two have never heard of inside voices.â
GETO SUGURU:
the slow creak of the door signals to everybody in the house the arrival of suguru, long before his voice does. little hurried steps rush down the stairs as your husband takes off his shoes.
he looks up with a smile and chirps, âI am home!â
âdaddy!â your two girls squeal as they tackle their dad in a big hug. he quickly hugs them back and picks them both up.
they each press a kiss to his cheek, and he returns them tenfold causing them to squeal yet again.
he finally relents before asking them, as he gently twirls around, âhow are my pretty girls doing?â
the little girls look at each other then smirk. they both yank out the papers they kept hidden in their pockets before saying simultaneously, âwe made drawings!â
suguru face noticeably lights up, and he coos, âthese are so pretty! are those supposed to be us?â
the girls nod excitedly, and they each start explaining the details of their own respective drawings.
he listens to both of them intently then asks, âyou made sure to make mommy extra pretty, so it can actually look like her, right?â
âyes yes!â
âmommy is the prettiest!â
âI gave her flowers!â
âdaddy, daddy, I gave her flowers and a dress!â
your husband laughs lightly, âwell, thatâs good; both of your drawings are amazing,â he looks around.
with a confused tilt of his head, he looks down at his girls, âspeaking of which, where is your mama?â
the girls yell out, âfollow us!â then sprint towards where they last saw you, the living room. he quickly makes his way towards you, and he feels his heart soar when he finally sees you.
you see him in the corner of your eye, and as you turn to greet him, your girls throw themselves at you and squeal, âwe missed you!â
âyou girls just saw me 5 minutes ago!â you chuckle but, nonetheless, hug them back and pepper their faces with kisses.
you hear your husband huff before he picks up the girls by their shirts making them scream and thrash about.
âdaddy, put us down!â
âmama, help!â
he throws them both on the fluffy beanbag and pulls you into a hug, âhowâs my favorite girl?â
you giggle as he presses soft kisses across your face. his arms wrap around your waist and he squeezes you a little.
you hug him back and gently pat his back, âare you playing favorites, suguru?â
âvery much so.â
you hear gasps from your dramatic girls, and you see each one of them arming herself.
your husband purposely ignores them and buries his face into the crook of your neck. you mumble to him, âyou are going to get jumped.â
âI know.â
your eyes flit to the girls then to your husband again, âthey seem really angry.â
âI know, but at least I am hugging you.â
you quirk an eyebrow, âyou okay dying as long as I am hugging you?â
âthatâs like the best way to die, love.â
your girls let out a battle cry.
âdaddy, you meanie!â
âsuffer!â
NANAMI KENTO:
your husband groans, and his hand rises to see what the weight on his chest is. his hand finds a head and a bed of hair that he is all too familiar with.
he slowly opens his eyes and sees your dear daughter laying soundly asleep on him.
a small smile appears on his face, and he lets out a small sigh of both content and relief. he turns his head slightly towards the nightstand and reaches for the alarm.
it reads eleven in the morning, which kento deems the proper time to finally wake up.
so, he looks back at d/n then at you. he remembers how hard youâve been working the past few days and decides that leaving you to rest a bit more today.
he also decides to prepare breakfast for you but not without his little helper. he pats her head gently and tries to wake her up, âd/n.â
she doesnât respond, so he calls out again, âd/n.â
she groans and buries her face deeper into his chest. he lets out a small chuckle then rubs her back and says, âcome on; we have to make breakfast for mom.â
âbut I am tired,â she argues, voice muffled.
âwell, mama is tired too, so we need to be nice and make her breakfast. donât you think so?â
she groans, âyes, butâŚâ
âd/n?â he urges.
the little girl huffs and pushes herself up and looks her dad directly in the eyesâalbeit her eyes are squinty and barely open.
it makes him think that she is going to huff then get up to wash her face, but she simply pushes herself off him so she can land in your embrace.
your arms wrap instinctively around her, and she immediately nuzzles into your chest. he stares at the two of you for a bit, rather dumb-founded. then his expression turns into one of fondness.
he turns his entire body towards you.
he is finally face to face with you, and he puts his arm around you to pull you closer. he hears his daughterâs whines and complains about how he is crushing her, but he only smiles.
he looks down at her and hums, âthere is plenty of space on the other side of the bed, if you donât like laying between us.â
she quickly backtracks, âno, no, no; I will stay.â
he nods before looking at you again. he presses a kiss to your forehead and feels his body relax. he murmurs, âjust five more minutes, and nothing more.â
your daughter pouts, ânot even ten?â
ânot even ten,â he says, kissing her cheek, âbut I will make it up to you by making pancakes; what do you think?â
she nods happily and mumbles, âwe will make the best breakfast.â
âyeah,â he murmurs, joining you in your slumber.
you end up waking up before him but canât escape your husbandâs solid grip. you even look down to see your little angelâmaybeâgiggling and squealing, happy that youâre finally awake.
of course, it wakes up your husband. but oh well.
TOJI FUSHIGURO:
âstop being a brat and get me the flour.â
âstop being rude first then I will get it for you.â
âwhat part of what I said was rude, youââ
thatâs how it has been for the past hour. toji and megumi had decided to put their differences aside to surprise you with something: breakfast in bed.
itâs quite simple.
they were supposed to make some sausages, eggs, pancakes, and everything they could find really. they wanted to make it a five-star breakfast.
despite their constant bickering, they managed to finish everything, save for the pancakes. it was finally getting closer to theâusualâtime of you waking up, so toji was on edge.
he wanted to at least do this correctly.
he thinks of it as a little something to start repaying you for everything you gave himâwhich he thinks is impossible to actually repay but oh well.
he moves around the kitchen rather clumsily, partially because of his size and partially because of his absence in the kitchen, for good reason, though, megumi would argue.
âdad, the sausages are burnt.â
âshut up.â
âmom likes her eggs a little bit runny.â
âI know.â
with furrowed eyebrows, toji finally gets to mixing the batter. he hears megumi call out, âdad.â
he is a little irked, to be honest, but he responds anyway, âwhat do you want now?â
âisâŚâ
toji immediately notes the shift in his sonâs tone, causing him to give megumi his full attention.
the little boy fidgets with his shirt a little before speaking up, âis there a chance that mom would disappear?â
your husband looks down at the still batter in the bowl. he sighs. itâs a question that he thinks about, at least every week. this haven that he managed to be a part of, is it really permanent?
he has been unlucky all his life, and things are going way too well nowadays. is that the universeâs way of preparing him for the biggest scar of his life?
taking you away?
he closes his eyes for a brief moment, and he finds his hand resting on the top of his sonâs head. the little boyâs eyes widen, and he looks up at his dad.
toji frowns slightly and looks away, gently ruffling megumiâs hair and finally saying, ânoâŚI will make sure of that.â
toji locks eyes with megumi, and the two can tell that itâs a silent promise. the boy blushes a little red, embarrassed at the unusual display of affection by his father.
his father grumbles and goes back to making the pancakes.
âmy oh my, never thought I would be lucky enough to see you in a kitchen apron,â you tease from the doorway.
megumi instantly runs to the door at the sound of your voice. your son hugs you tightly, mumbling a small, âgood morning.â
âyou ruined the surprise,â your husband complains as you walk towards him.
you press a kiss to his cheek, which he immediately reciprocates, âI am already plenty surprised.â
RYOMEN SUKUNA:
a giggle leaves your lips as your daughter carefully climbs her father and perches herself on his shoulders. it is amazing how much sukuna lets you and your daughter get away with.
some would argue that your husband has, overall, mellowed down, but then they would get sliced down instantly.
he is still the big, feared king of curses, and people cower in his presence now more than ever, but thoseâuraume and the servantsâwho see him with you two can see the difference, even if it is slight.
that can be evident right now considering your husband who is deliberately ignoring your little girlâs antics.
your girl takes it as the okay to what she is doing, so she continues her quiet laughter as she gently starts placing flowers from the basket on his hair.
feeling the movement, your husband groans then looks at you, âwhat is that brat doing?â
she spreads the flowers out a bit, so they can fill his hair, meanwhile your husbandâs annoyance rises.
the assortment of flowers that she placed actually matches well with his hair, and you feel the need to commend her, âyouâre doing amazing, d/n!â
she grins as you sit in front of your husband. you look at your little artist doing her thing then smile, âshe is making you pretty.â
he scrunches his nose, âby putting flowers on me? I ought to teach her a lesson.â
one of his hands reach for her, and he grabs her by the back of her shirt. she starts squealing and kicking, âdaddy, I was almost done!â
he dangles her in front of his face and frowns, âwho gave you permission to put that stuff on my hair? who do you think youâre dealing with?â
her face softens, and she mumbles softly, âyouâre my dadâŚâ
you coo at her but are quickly silenced when sukuna pulls you to him and nestles you in his lap. he keeps glaring at your daughterâwho is trying her best not to cry because he said that itâs for the weakâthen he sighs.
he lets go of her, and she screams, flailing her arms around. however, she safely falls in your arms. she whimpers slightly and buries her face in your shoulder.
your husband looks down at her small form in your arms and slowly raises his hand and puts it on her head.
âgood on you for not crying,â he lightly ruffles her hair, and your daughter slowly looks up at him, wide-eyed.
he grumbles and looks away, âdonât look at me like that.â
âyou love me!â she squeals, and he simply grunts in return.
she quickly gets off your lap and goes to run around the garden. your little girl starts screaming about how her dad praised her, and you feel a grin slowly rise on your face.
but, you suddenly feel your husbandâs head lower down and his lips brush against your ears slightly.
you can even hear the smirk in his voice as he says, âlooks like you want another one.â
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The What Corps?
âwe have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!â
Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.
âoh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challengeâ plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.
he canât get caught here. He just can't. He simply wonât allow himself.
suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.
âOperatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that itâs incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambushâ
small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes itâs some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.
âyou better not be hoping for back up, ecto scumâ
âI have no idea what you are talking aboutâ
It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.
Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a⌠ring?
âhold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!â
The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, âO!â
Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a âoh damn! Are you alright?â on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. âDaniel Fenton of Earthâ
Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants⌠now this damn thing is just straight up outing him!Â
Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.
âYou have the ability to overcome great fearâ ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??
You have been chosenâ never good, we are back to freaking out again.
âWelcome to the green lantern corpsâÂ
⌠the what?
Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of⌠he guess itâs supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.
Heâs somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think itâs some sort of mask.
The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so thatâs great!
âYouâre not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!â They both aim their weapons to take a shot.
Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,âyou guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!â
âAttacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-â Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?
ânotifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostilesâ
what?
âgetting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in placeâ
Well⌠the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.
Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought⌠And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.
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hello, if you still take requests, please hear me out
reader is roommates with a guy. a rather hot guy, to be honest
reader is in denial whenever someone asks if he's attracted to his roommate, but it's obvious he is, he can't take his eyes off him... taking quick looks at his crotch...
anyways, unfortunately the room only has one bed, in which they sleep on together. normally, they sleep each on each side of the bed, but tonight, roommate hugs reader from behind, sleeping spooning
reader won't admit, but he's sooo horny. he just lowers his hand and starts jerking off right there and then, careful not to wake roommate up
little does he know his roommate was just pretending to be asleep and is well sure of what he's doing. now, roommate will show reader what he's made of
would you mind writing something like this?
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W.C âş 9.2k
Warnings âş this is a random oc. Bottom male reader!!! Changed a few parts of the plot and added kinks since there wasnât any. Get ready for me using song lyrics, just for a little bit. Anything not translated will be translated at the ending notes. if I have any Korean wrong correct me! I appreciate feedback, Iâm not fluent!
Kinks âş dubcon, lite somnophilia, dom/sub, manhandling, predator/prey, size difference, blood, possessiveness, dacryphilia
Words to know âş ěę¸°ěź (jagiya/jagi) means âbaby/sweetieâ. ě ë°° (seonbae) title for someone older in school/work. í (hyung/hyeong) name for older male from a younger male. ě/ěź (a/ya) showing closeness to someone. ëě (Dongsaeng) little brother/sister, doesnât have to be a biological sibling/can be a friend.
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Those words were practically all that you heard these days. You know, when you originally came to this university, you had big plans. Plans to date as much as possible. Finally lose your virginity!
But theyâre nothing important compared to who you unfortunately got paired to dorm with.
Kim Jinu.
A third year at your university. You felt bitter, to say the least. Of course you would have to unlucky chance of being paired with an upperclassman than another freshman. Gah, you wanted to cry.
Anyone that came up to you was always asking about Mister Kim Jinu! What about you?! You were handsome too!
Well, you were a potato next to Jinu.
The Korean beauty standards just had to pick favorites.
A slow soft sigh left your lips as you stared at your empty screen in front of you. Your fingers twiddled with your pen before you leaned over and pressed it against the screen, attempting to finish the outline of your sketch. You were an art major, dreaming of being an animator or even a comic book artist.
Much to your parents dismay. You havenât had your motherâs signature kimchi in almost two months now due to your choice. But you tried not to dwell on it! You wanted to be happy.
And if being a starving artist is the only way, so be it!
Speaking of starvingâŚ.
Your stomach growled as you whined and tossed the pen onto the desk, lying back in your chair as you swirled around. Youâd have better luck being a Kpop idol at this point. Maybe itâs not too late. Who doesnât like a filler member?
You glance in the small circle mirror resting on your desk and probe at your cheeks. Plastic surgery isnât too much, right? Maybe a slimmer nose? Double eyelids?
â(Name) Oppa..? What are you doing?â
A shriek left your lips as you looked back at Cho Yoona, your classmate. A tight smile pulled on your lips as you took the iced coffee she had in her hands.
âNothing, nothing. Oppa is just having a mental breakdown.â You said, quickly taking a sip of your coffee to gain some energy back.
Yoona grabbed a chair and pulled it close to your desk, sitting down next to you. âHm. What are you doing now?â
âAh? Well, the theme was something out of our comfort zone, so I was trying to create⌠uh⌠nude portraits..â
âHuh? Nude? Will Professor Lee Hyunki approve that?â
You shrugged, placing the coffee down onto the desk. âI have a backup plan. I havenât been able to get in touch with him anyway.â A groan left your throat as you saved your draft before shutting off your computer. âAnyway, letâs go. Itâs getting late.â
As you and Yoona packed up, she suddenly looked over to you with a big smirk.
âOppa⌠are you⌠close to Kim Jinu Seonbae?â She asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.
âNo.â You quickly said, rolling your eyes. âWeâre just roommates. Not close at all.â
âOh.â She muttered, pouting. âYouâre lucky, Oppa. You get to be so close to Jinu Seonbae. Isnât he handsome up close?â She squealed, clutching her notebook tight against her chest. âIâd die if I get to see him right after he takes a shower!!!â
âGet your mind out of the gutter.â You muttered, playfully flicking her forehead. The two of you left the classroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.
Once Yoona went her own separate way to her own dorms, you couldnât help but think about what she said. Jinu⌠in just a towel..?
You heaved as you accidentally swallowed your coffee a bit too fast, pounding at your chest once you finally reached your dorm. Your hands fiddle with your keys while you fight off the harsh coughing burning at your chest. The door swings open as you struggle inside, slamming the door behind you.
Tossing your bag onto your side of the room, you make a beeline for the mini fridge and pull out a water bottle, downing it in seconds. As the cool refreshment calmed the coughing beast within you, you suddenly realized you werenât holding your coffee anymore.
Your eyes trailed down to see it lying spilled on the floor not too far from your feet.
And unfortunately, it spilled right on a stake of papers near Jinuâs backpack. A shrill girlish scream right of a horror movie leaves your throat as you collapse to your knees and pick up the coffee cup, seeing the damage.
Your fingers felt numb as they slowly peeled the notebook open, seeing the pages stuck together like glue. The once white sheets dark in black, ice cubes coating it like sprinkles. Holy fuck.
Fuck fuck.
Jinu was going to kill you!
With the coffee coating the paper, you could hardly read what was written in it. But judging from the top cover, it looked to be a study guide or something.
Your eyes squinted as you tried to read what you could in hopes of gaging just how bad you fucked up. The words that you could only read were: âë°ëł´âŚí ëźâŚě기âŚâ
What the fuck?
Idiot, rabbit, babe?
What the hell was Jinu writing about?
Jinu was a business major. You couldnât recall him taking any classes dealing with animals. Maybe it was a code word? Well, all that mattered was that it didnât seem too important so you quickly grabbed the notebook. Drying it with a hair dryer seemed like your safest bet.
The room door opened, catching your attention as you shoved the notebook behind your back. There stood Jinu, obviously waving bye to someone before finally looking into the room. His eyes zoned in on you, face just frozen for a solid second.
You panicked, thinking that he could possibly see the notebook behind your back. Not the fact you were on your knees, staring up at him with wide cute eyes, and plump lips pulled into a slight pout. Especially with your sweater that was large and baggy, something you preferred, with one of the sleeves downâshowing your bare shoulders.
Why would you wear tanks underneath the sweater? The buildings here arenât that cold.
âJinu Seonbae..!â You whisper, giggling nervously as you pressed the notebook tight against your back, taking a peek to make sure it didnât stick out. âHow.. was your day?â
Jinu blinked. Once, twice, before a large grin pulled onto his face and his eyes practically closed into those crescent moons girls swooned about. Whatever he was thinking about was long gone.
âI thought I told you to call me hyung, (Name). Weâre going to be roommates for a while anyway.â Jinu said, closing the door behind him as he slipped off his shoes and put away his jacket.
You wanted him to stay as far as possibleâyou couldnât have him seeing the mess you made! Your eyes trailed around the room, looking for something to distract him with. The floor was feeling sticky from the coffee, its spill coating the floor and now your knees. You didnât even noticed you had accidentally knelt in the damn puddle.
âH..Hyung! Uhm, can you⌠get me some napkins?â You yelled, stopping Jinu just as he began to walk past the bathroom door. He balked at your raised voice but simply hummed, turning on his heels to grab some from the connected bathroom.
Your hands gripped the sticky notebook and shoved it underneath one of your old textbooks on your desk, standing up just as Jinu came back.
âSpilled something?â
âMhm⌠just some coffee.â You muttered, thanking him for the napkins as you kneeled back down to wipe it up. âI donât think it got on any of your things.â
Jinu let out a noncommittal hum, standing just inches from you as you bent over. You felt watchedâto a strange and uncomfortable amount but you didnât want to say anything. Once you finished, you glanced up at him, hoping he possibly didnât notice his missing notebook.
But this position.
No.
No, it was his stare really. You felt yourself squirm, wondering how a guy could look so cute not too long ago and watch you like a hawk the next.
âAh, (Name), did you eat the sandwich I bought you?â Jinu suddenly asked, his gaze shifting to his desk as he moved past you, sitting down on his chair. âI tried to remember what you liked.â
âOh uhm. I gave it to my dongsaeng.â
The soft taps on the desk stopped, causing you to look over at Jinu. He was facing the window so you couldnât get a read on his face. But the total silence made you feel as if what you said was the wrong answer.
âDongsaeng? Biological?â
âUhm. Yes. My little brother came to visit me.â You muttered, feeling a bit weirded out he asked that. âHe skipped school to see me, but I didnât have enough money to take him out so I just gave him my lunch. Sorry, Seonbae.â
Jinuâs light tapping on the desk began again as he let out a laugh. âItâs okay! Iâll just make sure to get you two next time.â He turned to face you, a large grin on his lips. Any tension in your body slipped away as you couldnât help but smile back.
Kim Jinu wasnât too bad of a roommate.
Just a shame he kept cockblocking you.
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âWa, Hyung, these lover letters are all for you?â
On your desk, covering your keyboard and almost the entire space area, was a small mountain of love letters. In your classroom for art major, you all had small little cubicles that was essentially your work station. Unlucky for you, many people found out exactly where yours was to leave gifts.
Oh but not for you.
Are you kidding?
They were all for Jinu.
Your classmate, Im Taeil, reached over and grabbed one of the food that were left, reading the sticky note attached to it. âOh. This one is for Kim Jinu Seonbae.â
âTheyâre all for him.â You muttered bitterly, grabbing a heap of them and stomping over to the trash, dumping them with no remorse. Taeil watched you in awe as you cleaned your desk in seconds, leaving just the few snacks.
âWhy do they give them to you instead of Jinu Seonbae?â Taeil asked, pulling at the rest of the sticky notes to read what was on them. âWouldnât it be easier to just confess to him? Wow, these notes leave nothing to the imagination. I think some of these are from guys too.â
You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the chocolate bars and pulling it open, taking a big bite. âI donât know! Maybe they canât handle rejection. I hope they know Iâm not his damn servant!â You plopped down onto your chair and sighed, wanting to just drown in your sorrows.
So much for getting laid or finding a partner.
All that anyone wanted was Kim Jinu!
Agh!! You just wanted to say, âęşźě ¸!â But you knew saying âgo to hellâ to everyone was a bad idea and would practically send you into the shadow realm of no friends.
Though your only friends seemed to be Taeil and Yoona. But you didnât really think they liked you as a person. You were just the easiest to talk to.
âHyung, can IâŚ?â Taeil suddenly whispered, catching your attention. His hands made a grabby motion as he inched close to one of the snacks on your desk. You mutely waved and allowed him to grab whatever he wanted. Youâd probably just give the rest to Yoona or something. Ah, maybe your little brotherâŚ?
âOh, Oppa! Taeil!â Yoona greeted, the door pushed open as she carried a bag filled with goods. She skipped over, a bright cheery grin on her lips as she stood right in front of you and Taeil. âLook what Jinu Seonbae gave me! Ah, heâs so cool!â
Taeil peaked into the bag and pulled out a bag of chips. âWow. He really got these for you?â You couldnât deny the slight twitch in your lips at his wording. Her? Just for Yoona? No way. No wayâŚ
Yoona shook her head. âNot just for me! Itâs mainly for (Name) Oppa!â She took out another pair of chips and two sodas, handing one over to Taeil. âThe rest is for you! Thereâs a note inside.â
The bag was practically thrusted onto your lap as Yoona walked over to her desk across from yours and plopped down, eagerly chowing down on her snacks.
Taeil looked curious on what the note said but seemed to know there was limits to his nosy behavior as he sat down at his desk two seats away from you. Huh. Mainly for you?
Weird.
You pulled open the plastic bag and pulled out a soda and chips, similar to what he gave Taeil and Yoona. But there was more: two turkey sandwiches. You pulled out the one that had a sticky note on it, tilting your head as you read his handwriting out to yourself.
â ěŹę¸°, ěëěěš ë ę°ě. ě¤ě§ í ëźë§ě ěí! ěë ëě! â
â Here, two sandwiches. For Bunny only! No Dongsaeng! â
âNo dongsaeng?â
You shrieked, looking back to see Taeil suddenly standing behind you. He grinned sheepishly, taking a step back.
âSorry, Hyung. You got so quiet⌠I was a bit worried.â
Yoona perked up from her desk, tilting her head. âWhat does it say?â She walked over and glanced down at the note. âWhoâs bunny?â
You shrugged, ânot sure. Iâve never been called a bunny before.â You let out another pathetic cry of shock when Yoona and Taeil were suddenly close to your face, eyes wide as if they were examining you like a piece of meat.
âReally? You look more like a deer to me.â Yoona muttered.
âNo⌠I see the bunny. Ah, but maybe hamster too. You have chubby cheeks, Hyung!â Taeil chimed in.
You rolled your eyes, wanting to push them away but you kinda enjoyed the attention. You werenât really into the whole animal representative thing that a lot of Kpop idols did. Just didnât see the purpose, especially after you grew up. But you wouldnât lie and say you didnât like being referred to as such cute animals.
You couldâve gotten an insect!
The rest of the day was uneventful. You actually ended up eating both sandwiches Jinu gave you, slaving away at your project. It wasnât going as great as you envisionedânowhere near. You had no problem creating a nude body it was just difficult to make it⌠artistically pleasing and not full on horny.
â ě ęšë§ě ěę° ěëě?âŚ. â
Yoonaâs Bluetooth speaker sang the melody of AOA - Excuse me as you stared at the rough draft in front of you. You wished you didnât pick digital art for this project and stick to traditional but there was no use complaining now.
Your wrist tensed as you zoomed in on the face of your modelâcreating the soft brush strokes of his hair. Sharp eyes, black in color. The outline of lips that you would paint in pink. Maybe even red. Earrings? No, he doesnât have any.
Heâs gotten bigger. Definitely compared to the pictures youâve seen of him last year from his friends. Weights..? Boxing? His knuckles looked bruised sometimes when you saw him.
Red, aching. Cuts of skin. Bright and glossy from the ointment heâd put on it. Tanned skin. Red against tanned skinâa perfect contrast.
Does it hurt to move? If you kissed it, would the blood coat your lips?
It was such an edgy thought but you wondered how itâd look to use his blood as lipstick.
His thumb pressed on your bottom lip, slowly smearing it. Would he call you pretty? Kissing you so you both can taste the metallic rush of blood. Maybe you can taste something else. White, maybe?
Your breathing shuddered as your grip on your pen tightened, legs pressing tightly together. Red and white. Would he like you in that? Pretty and pliant just for him to claim. Your free hand gently pulled at your pants, alleviating some pressure against your crotch.
Bunny. Were you his bunny?
Is that what he thought of you? Helpless and defenseless? His fingernails digging into your soft skin as blood spilled, your soft moans teetering on the verge of tears.
What did he remind you of?
A fox?
Donât they eat bunnies?
You didnât know why the thought made your whole body spasm. Your breathing getting heavy as the pen began to slip from your hand. Heâd chase you. Yeah, thatâs what a fox does to their prey. Chase you until couldnât run anymore, huddled in a dead end as he got closer.
Youâd cry and beg but heâd take you. Because he wants youâwants you so bad he canât control himself. Heâd always wanted you beneath him screaming his name for all to hear. As you became his prey.
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âOh! I love this song! Taeil, do you like The Boyz?â Yoona said, turning up the volume. Taeil hummed, looking up from his screen. His eyes looked bloodshot at this point. How long have you guys been here?
âI prefer girl groups. Like Red Velvet!â Taeil said, proudly showing his phone that had a Lock Screen of Seulgi. Yoona cooed and showed her Lock Screen of Kevin. Wow, youâre stuck with Kpop fans. You rubbed your eyes, looking away from your screen to stop seeing the dark spots appearing in your vision.
Taeil and Yoona began talking about their favorite groups while you listened to the song. It felt oddly fitting for the mood you were in right now. Youâd have to ask Yoona for the name later. Right now you need a drink, stat.
You grabbed your water bottle and took long gulps as you finally glanced back at your drawing. It took a moment for it to fully register before you let out a scream.
No it was certainly manly.
âHyung?!â
âOppa?!â
Thereâright in front of youâwas Kim Jinu staring right back at you. YouâŚ
You fucking drew him?!
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No way. No fucking way.
But there it was, staring back at you. His fluffy black hair slicked back as if he was drenched in water. Black eyes with his signature big nose. His lips werenât pulled into his usual smiles. You had drawn him with all of his features except that damn smile.
Damn Kim Jinu⌠he was affecting you in ways you didnât think was possible.
You quickly saved your draft on the tablet and turned it off, needing to just go to your dorm and sleep this daze off. âYoona⌠Taeil⌠I need to sleep.â You muttered, Yoona and Taeil staring at you with worried looks. âYou guys should go sleep too. Itâs late.â
Yoona and Taeil didnât fight it. It looked as if they were waiting for you to give them permission. You waved them off, stating you needed to clean up a bit before leaving. Your professor didnât like crumbs. But you didnât clean, you just stared at your tablet. The large tablet that the school provided that was now logged on into your account, holding a secret.
Your breathing slowed as you reached over and pressed the power button, waiting as it lit up. The soft taps filled the room as you logged back in and clicked your recent save. He appeared in front of you again.
That fox.
A shudder left you as you pulled down your pants, along with your boxers, as your cock plopped out against your tummy. It was small. Smaller than most. Around 4 inches. Possibly 3 really. But it didnât matter to you reallyâyou didnât think youâd ever want to top anyway.
Your hand grasped your cock as you began to pump it slowly, staring straight at the drawing in front of you. His cock. You wondered what it looked like.
You respected his privacy so you never dared to stare at him whenever he came out of the shower.
But you wish you did. Wish you could have an accurate picture of how it would look. How it would be deep inside of you. Would it make a bulge in your stomach?
Is he thick? Long? Maybe both.
You arched your back against the chair as you took shallow breaths, your whimpers filling the empty room. Your toes curled as you whined and mewled, wishing someone else was jerking you off.
Oh who were you kidding?
You wished it was Jinu.
Even as you reached your orgasm, cum coating your tummy, you didnât feel any relief.
What fun was it if he didnât chase you?
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âJagiâŚ.â
A hum left your throat as you buried your face into your arms, shivering slightly from the cool air that tickled your stomach.
âJagiya.â
Puffs of air brushed against your cheek. It was warm, a nice contrast compared to the cool air that covered you. A finger gently touched your cheek. Poking and doing small circles around the outline of it. The hand trailed down your face to your back, rubbing circles as it started a slight rhythm.
â ë ë댏ë ęą°ěź, ěě ě기ěź. â
Despite the taps jolting against your skin, it almost lulled you back into sleep. It was something you missed, the touch of someone special. Slowly, it inched further down, moving to the end of your sweater. Your body flinched at the hand now teasing your skin directly as it grazed it your stomach.
â ëŹ´ë°Šëš í ëź. ë´ę° ë뼟 먚ě´ěšě¸ę˛ â
It felt sticky. A deep chuckle reverberated against your back. The touch on your skin was possessive, rubbing and massaging your stomach. Your body flinched as your breathing began to stutter. A hand slipped further down, easily squeezing its way into your pants. The sensual touchâit felt as if you belonged to them and only them.
â ëë§ę¸°ëŠ´ ěŤě´ę°ęą°ěź, í ëźěźâŚ â
A gasp left your lips as your eyes opened, looking around to notice that you were still in the classroom. Fuck. Your body tensed as you moved away from your desk, groaning at the awkward position you slept in. As you stretched, your gaze flickered to an ice coffee on your desk with a sticky note attached to it.
It had a badly drawn bunny on it with a heart next to it. The words: âfighting!â were scribbled beside the crude drawing. You couldnât help but smile, placing the note on small bulletin board near your desk.
It mustâve been your hyung, Lee Minjae. Or who you affectionately called, Minnie Hyung. He was the one who pushed you to pursue your major instead of what your parents wanted. Such a great hyung.
The whole thing about Jinu felt like a distant memory. Youâd have to change what youâre submitting for the project, immediately.
No way in hell were you going to submit a nude of your fucking roommate.
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There was a something wrong with your bed.
After you took your shower and changed into comfy pajamas, you noticed there was something wrong your bed. Well for one the fucking mattress was missing. You had called Jinu if he knew what happened but all he said was that he found a nest of spider eggs in it so the school confiscated it.
Unlucky for you the school were cheap stakes and it was gonna take a bit of time before you got a new mattress. Jinu had said you would be sharing with him but you didnât necessarily think you could survive something like that.
Him pressed up against you.
Would itâŚ
You pushed the thought away. Your eyes trailed off to your desk when you suddenly remembered the ruined notebook. You walked over and grabbed it from beneath one of your textbooks, seeing it in its fully ruined glory. There was no salvaging it at this point. You hoped Jinu didnât care for this dumb thing.
But you were curious to see if you could read it fully now.
You slowly peeled it open and bristled at just how bad the damage was. Half of the pages were stuck together and when you tried to part it they tore. The pen he used to write it had smudged from the liquid so his handwriting was ineligible.
Right before you had given up to just toss it, you came across the last page, seeing a word you could understand. âJagi.â Huh. Who was this babe of his? You tried to push away the slight bitterness in your throat the thought of that.
Of course heâd have a girlfriend. He was Kim fucking Jinu.
Itâd be a shock if he didnât.
You tossed the notebook into the trash can and made sure to put your food snacks on top of it just in case Jinu decided to accidentally look in there. If Jinu ever asked about his notebook, youâd pretend you never even seen him with a notebook before.
Now all you had to deal with was the problem of sleeping in the same bed with Jinu. Youâd survive.
Hopefully.
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You havenât survived. Itâs been two weeks and it felt as if you hadnât slept in years. Jinu keeps two pillows between the both you while you slept but somehow the two of you always end up close. It wasnât even a day ago when you woke up to yourself resting right on Jinu, your cheek pressed against his chest while your hand palmed his neck.
He had a big chestâyou wished you had a little bit of a degenerative attitude to feel him up.
But youâd rather not be known as the perverted roommate.
â(Name)-Ah? Something wrong?â A hand gently rests on your shoulder as you glanced up to see Lee Minjae staring down at you. A cute grin pulled on your lips as you placed your pen down to grip one of his hands. You just liked touching him.
âMinnie Hyung! What are you doing in the art department?â
Minjae smirked, leaning down as your noses touch. âCanât check in on my dongsaeng? Your classmates have been telling me that youâve been cooped up in here. Itâs not good for you to stare at the screen for this long.â You giggled, watching as he pulled away.
âMhm. Iâm okay, promise!â You could feel yourself acting cuter in Minjaeâs presence. It wasnât shocking. He always made you feel safe to act how you do behind closed doors. You could wear whatever you wanted around him without being judged.
A perfect, perfect hyung.
âAh, Hyung, thank you for the coffee last time! I enjoyed it.â
Minjae hummed. âCoffee? I didnât bring you coffee.â
âWhat? You didnât? ThenâŚâ You pulled your lips into a pout as you thought about who would do something like that for you. It couldnât be Yoona and Taeil. You werenât close to anyone else.
âAh, did my pretty dongsaeng finally get a secret admirer?â Minjae grinned, playfully pulling at your cheeks while you whined. The two of you began to giggle like little boys as you stared up at Minjae with a look of pure content.
You hoped you had Minjae with you forever.
A soft knock on the door caught your attention as you and Minjae glanced to the right to see who it was. The position you were in was almost of that of a couple. Your hand grasping Minjaeâs as they rest on your shoulders. The previous nose rubbing and even just you looking up at him like he hung up the moon.
Were you two a couple?
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Jinu was having a terrible day. First he had to entertain a few random teachers with something he didnât even care to remember. Second he was bothered by some fourth years about a project they needed help on. And now, he had to deal with Cho Yoona and Im Taeilâs yapping about their favorite song while he walked to your classroom.
That song Yoona was playing just made him angrier. Insanity was the name of the song, at least thatâs what she said. Jinu felt the same and thought if he had to see something else that pissed him off heâd die a slow death.
So of course he had to see you, his bunny, making fucking whore eyes to some random seonbae.
What the fuck?!
Jinu forced a tight grin and held up a bag filled with food. Food that was just for you but of course he canât say that. Despite himself, he tried to keep an easy going and fun attitude when speaking to other people. Though he was wondering if he should forgo that for punting Lee Minjae into the sun.
That stupid pig.
You wouldnât even look at Jinu, you havenât been looking at him often these days. He knew it was because you were embarrassed about the sleeping arrangements. But it was the only way he believed you could get closer to him.
So what if he deliberately put a spider and other insects in your mattress in hopes they laid eggs and ruin it so then it would force you to sleep on the same bed with him?
You donât understand any of his other hints or flirting attempts.
He needed results fast!
You were hopping away to any other dick that wasnât his and he couldnât have that.
This chase he was having with you was starting to make him insane. If he didn't have you beneath him soon he wouldn't survive another night with you. His whole plan about having you sleep on his bed honestly felt as if it was back firing on him. You were so cuddly when you slept, always finding a way to move over the pillow barrier.
He always pretended he was asleep when you woke up in a panic, always pulling away before he could truly saver your touchâyour warmth.
He was truly going insane. All he could remember was the first time he ever saw you. But he couldn't think about it further when he felt Lee Minjae's hand pat him on the back. Jinu fought every muscle in his face to not immediately grimace at the other's touch.
"(Name)-Ah, Yoona, Taeil, I'll take my leave now. I don't wanna bother you guys any longer." Minjae leaned down towards you and Jinu felt his upper lip twitched as he watched the older with his stupid dyed blonde hair that looked fried and crispy nuzzle his nose against yours.
If that wasn't enough, Minjae wrapped his arms around your neck and held you close as he pressed a wet kiss on your cheek. You shrieked and struggled against his hold, trying to avoid the kiss. But you hardly put up a fight, all giggly and smiley. You looked so small in Minjae's arms, so pliant and easy to hold.
Jinu pulled at his sweatpants, coughing slightly. That seemed to catch Minjae's attention as he stopped his childish assault and gave (Name) a cheeky smirk. Yoona began cooing at how cute you and Minjae looked together.
You didn't. No way. Jinu fought the urge to pull Minjae away from you.
Taeil tilted his head, "Jinu Seonbae, are you okay? Your eyebrows are so furrowed. You might pop a blood vessel."
The others looked over at Jinu, Yoona and Minjae questioning if he was alright, you especially with a look of concern in your doe eyes.
Good.
Worry about him and him alone.
Pay attention to only him.
"It's nothing," Jinu said, puling out his signature lady killer smile. "I think I just need to eat something, I haven't had a proper lunch in ages." Yoona immediately swooned while Taeil rolled his eyes. Minjae seemed in deep though as he stared at Jinu, the fourth year tilting his head as if he was digging deep into Jinu's soul. Figuring him out with a just a look.
Minjae grinned. "Let your seonbae take you out, yeah?" He suddenly said, catching everyone's attention. "I know a place not too far from here that sells great tteokbokki."
Like I'd want to be caught dead with you... Jinu thought to himself but he simply hummed. "Sure, Seonbae. Bye, Yoona, Taeil..."
Jinu stared right at you as Minjae pulled away from you. Your eyes flickered over to Jinu and you offered him a tight smile, waving slightly. "See you, Jinu Seonbae."
"See you, (Name)." He whispered, mostly just happy you even looked him in the eye.
But his happiness was short lived when you looked at Minjae and offered him a cute smile. A smile that youâve never gave him. "Bye, Minnie Hyung!"
Minnie Hyung?!
Jinu followed Minjae out of the classroom, curses swirling in his mind as he stared at the man beside him. Minjae chuckled after a moment or so and looked over at Jinu with a smirk. "Y'know, you can't blow my head off with just your stare. I didn't know you were into my (Name)-Ah."
His? Jinu was fine with being expelled at this point but Minjae suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Jinu-Ya," he placed his hand on Jinu's shoulder while Jinu wondered what gave the man the audacity to use such a title with him. "If you want (Name)-Ah, you have to take him. There's so many wolves that want him." He smirked knowingly, his finger tapping Jinu's shoulder.
Just as Jinu was about to speak, Minjae pressed his finger on his lips. What the fuck? "Listen to your hyung, Jinu-Ya. With someone so naive like (Name)-Ah, you just take him like you own him. Chase after him, there is a dead end soon."
With that, he pulled away and smirked. "Tell me how the chase goes. I've been waiting for someone to snatch up my dongsaeng."
Jinu just stood there blank faced in the middle of the hallway as Minjae walked away. Just what the fuck was that? He didn't even think too hard about it when he realized he didn't have to worry about you and Minjae. Phew, that stress was short lived.
But what did he mean by dead end?
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You were going insane.
It felt you were being watched these days. You had finally finished your project, having going with another idea and completely abandoning the whole nude thing. But it still sat in your drafts, practically calling you everyday. Sometimes you'd go back...
You'd finish certain parts of it. His body fully detailed expect that dreaded crotch. His dick. You wouldn't dare make what you believed his dick to look like. There was still some sense of self respect deep inside you.
Just not strong enough to not pay attention when you were drawing something for fun. You had a art account that you posted on like once every month of gay art you drew. So you were creating the piece, feeling in the mood to do something with oral fixation.
Only for you to notice instead of the usual two same characters you stuck to, it was Jinu as the top. Which, fair, it wouldn't be too different from what you had literally done weeks ago.
No, the problem was the partner.
You drew yourself.
You fucking drew yourself.
The drawing felt so real compared to the others you've made. Drawing Jinu between your legs, holding you up, bending you over on the bed. Your shoulders rest on the bed while your legs curled into yourself. His mouth biting the flesh of your ass, his eyes staring right at you, the real you.
Of course you had to angle it this way. Fucking pervert.
You tried to salvage the drawing but each stroke on that cursed tablet just made the partner look more and more like you. Okay, you were desperate for sex at this point. It was too much. You pressed the delete button on the sketch and powered off the tablet.
"I'm going, Taeil. Don't stay too late."
With lighting speed, you rushed to your dorm, trying to ignore the growing boner in your pants. Why did you have to like someone like Jinu? Out of all the people at this stupid university. Even Minjae would've been better than Kim Jinu of all people. But you couldn't complain any further because when you stormed into your dorm, fucking Kim Jinu was there, sitting at his desk.
Jinu glanced over at you and grinned, taking off his glasses as he shut off his laptop. "You're back earlier than normal. Did you end up finishing quick?"
You numbly nodded. "Yes... I just need to sleep. My eyes hurt." You couldn't even look at him. His gaze followed you as you grabbed your pajamas. Wherever you stepped, eyes were right on you, watching you like a predator does his next prey.
Bunny and fox.
That's what you imagined him as.
A fox.
It felt so hard to breathe with him near.
Why did it feel like there was no escape?
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The soft sputtering of the fan filled the room as you laid there right awake on Jinu's bed, wondering why you couldn't sleep despite your tired eyes. Jinu was fast asleep, his back pressed your own back. You didn't know why the usual barrier wasn't here tonight but you couldn't care too much about it right now. Not with your growing boner.
You haven't masturbated in two weeks. It's not a shock that the stupid art from earlier was still affecting you like this. You wondered if you could just sneak into the bathroom and quickly jerk one off. Would he notice? Just as you made the decision to get up, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist. Your body stiffened as you felt Jinu snuggled against your back.
His face buried in your neck, his nose and bangs softly tickling you.
What...the...fuck?!
Your legs subconsciously clamped shut at him so close. Okay, you were fucking screwed. The thought of moving seemed impossible now with him so close. His grip was so strong that you didn't understand how someone asleep could have such strong coordination.
Despite being cuddled by your crush, your cock was more alive than ever, leaking against your pajama pants. You let out a stifled whimper as you reached down and gently rub the bottom of your palm against your bulge. The relief was almost instant as a guttural groan escaped you before you could stop yourself.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Were you really going to do this?
Yeah.
Yeah you were.
Soon the fan wasn't the only one making noise. Your soft and breathy moans filled the room as you jerked off. Your body flinched from the pressure causing your butt to rub against Jinu's front.
Wait.
He was... hard...?
A wave of fear washed over you as you stilled your hand. No, no. He must be having a wet dream or something. Yeah, he can't be awake hearing you. No. No way. You needed to reach your damned orgasm and just go to sleep. You'd deal with the shame in the morning. You finally decided to pull down your pajama pants to grasp your cock and not just rub it anymore.
You pumped your cock, making sure to still your body so you don't accidentally rub your bare ass against Jinu's clothed crotch. He'd hate that. No, he'd hate to learn what you're doing. Fuck. The shame was already affecting you. Stray tears fell down your cheeks as you bit down at your pillow, still chasing your orgasm despite the shame filling your lungs.
Embarrassment. This was so fucking embarrassing.
It was close-- your orgasm. Inches away, dancing on the tip of your fingers as your moans began to reach a crescendo. So much for muffling yourself. Your edge to your orgasm was wrecking youâsending you to a mental space you couldn't imagine in any other circumstance.
Was this how sex with someone you liked felt?
Could Jinu make you feel this way?
Was... him being here making you this way?
It wasn't enough. You wanted more. Your legs shifted as you subtly pulled your pants down, kicking them off without a care. You didn't have any lube but you had no time. The tease of ecstasy was whispering your nameâcalling you to go further. So you did. You suckled two of your fingers, getting them as wet as possible before slipping down between your legs.
The two seconds of pain as you pushed them inside did not deter you. You could deal with a little pain. It was rough. Your fingers rubbed against your inner walls, searching for those bundle of nerves to drive you wild. But it was difficult in this position. You usually masturbated on your back or while sitting up.
You wondered if you should go as far as to shift positions. That'd be too much, right?
The shame was finally catching up to you. You couldn't do this. This disgusting and degrading action towards both you and Jinu. Your eyes closed as you sighed, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much.
"You're done already, (Name)-Ah?"
A chill crept up your spine as those three words were whispered right into your ear. Your eyes widen but you couldn't move. It was as if his words just took out any sort of life within you. His arms around your waist tightens as you feel him nuzzle himself further on your neck.
Your breathing feels erratic. You can't breathe. It feels as if you'd die right here, right now.
You looked down to see his hands. They looked recently bruised from his usual boxing. But now they felt different. As if it was a show at just how durable his body was. His arms slowly began to tighten around you only to you let out a sharp cry at the pain, earning a pleased grunt.
"You're awake, yeah? Are you ignoring hyung?" He whispered, his lips trailed your neck, stopping right at the tip of your air. "You can masturbate right beside me but can't even answer me?"
A pathetic whine left your throat as you tried to wiggle from his grip but it proved to be futile. You gasped, arching your back as you felt Jinu rub his crotch right against your butt. He began to hump you ignoring your shocked gasp.
Was he...?
"So selfish, bunny. Chasing your own release. Not even thinking about what your moans were doing to me." His right hand trailed down and pushed you to lay on your front, his body following to lay on top.
You cried out, gripping the bedsheets like a life line. "You.. were awake...?"
"I never went to sleep." He said honestly, spanking you right on your ass. You squeaked, back arching to get away from another spank. "I never knew you would do something like this. I was beginning to think you hated me."
"I neverââ
"âbut you never listen to me, do you? I tell you everyday to call me hyung but you never let it stick. What, do I have to force you to say it?"
"We aren't close!" You whined, whimpering at another spank. Your lower hips wiggled but you didn't make any effort to truly push Jinu off of you. You didn't understand yourself sometimes.
"What? But you call Lee Minjae hyung without any problem." Jinu grunted, his hand reaching over to grab something from the slim nightstand next to the bed. You couldn't tell what he grabbed until something cool and slimy was drizzled onto your ass. A whine left you from the coldness. "What'd he do? Fuck you? Chase you like you so desperately want?"
"Nooo," you whined, screaming when he shoved in two fingers inside your hole. Your hands dug into the bedsheets as he thrusted his fingers in and out, a constant rhythm with no sign of stopping despite your pleas for him to slow down.
Jinu chuckled, leaning down as he used his free hand to push your hair away from your face. "You act so innocent but you want this. I'll show you that I'm the only one for you. No other man can chase you like I can."
"What... ngh!!! are you talking... about..?" You manage to ask, wishing you could silence yourself. Your neighbors will certainly be having a long talk with you and Jinu tomorrow.
"Oh, bunny. My bunny, you really are so naive." Jinu whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "You don't even know what you crave. It's okay, hyung will take care of you now. You won't ever have to think again."
Your body began to spasm as you felt a finger graze that bundle you tried to reach earlier. Jinu stilled for a moment, a look of slight worry in his eyes before he noticed what had just happened. A cruel smirk pulled on his eyes formed those crescent moons you once associated with his innocence.
But it didn't bring any sort of serenity to your body.
You were flipped onto your back with ease as Jinu grabbed your thighs and pushed them forward, effectively blocking your view from him. Desperate and pained moans left your lips as he continued to finger you, fingers gunning consistently at your prostate.
A loud scream left your throat as your back arched against the bed, your cock finally releasing the weeks long pent up lust you've stored for awhile now. Your stomach slowly rose and fall, coated in your sticky cum. All you could think about was your orgasm back in the classroom.
You were right.
Jinu made you cum harder than you could ever do by yourself.
You expected him to pull away but instead you felt a tug on your cock. A whine of overstimulation left your throat as you parted your legs and looked at him with wide doe eyes, confusion written all over your face.
A cruel smirk pulled on his lips as he tilted his head. "I've wanted you since I first saw you. You really think I'll let our first time be so lackluster?"
Lackluster?
He thought that was lackluster?
A pained cry left your lips as he began to thrust his fingers inside once more, leaving no sympathy as he immediately went for your prostate. You were going to die. You were going to die being fingered by your roommate. Kim Jinu was going to be the death of you.
It didn't take long for you to cum again and again, your fifth orgasm not even releasing anything. Your body twitched as your eyes watered, tears streaming down your face from the constant overstimulation. You weakly pulled your legs away from Jinu's grip after your fifth orgasm, muttering something about dying from his touch.
Jinu chuckled, allowing you to pull away. "Ah, Jagi," he whispered, causing you to blush at the title. To use such a term for you... You shamelessly felt your spent cock twitch. No, no, no! You absolutely couldn't do anymore. "You're so cute. I wanted to wait but I can't. You'll forgive me, right?"
You watched with wide eyes as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down towards him, earning a shriek from you. Your legs moved up to hide your aching and loosened hole but he was quick, spreading them wide. His eyes were like a predator, watching your every move as you tried pulling down your shirt to cover your weeping cock.
"SeonâHyung... No more... No more, please." You whispered, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Jinu's gaze narrowed in on your face. You could see him think. Your body was aching and praying Jinu did what you asked. But your heart....
Your heart wanted him to take you without a second thought.
"Hm. No." Jinu laughed cruelly, flipping you to rest on your knees. You cried out at the sudden movement but could only whimper as he pushed your back down, lifting up your hips. Your face pushed into the bed while your thoughts rushed at the position. It felt so humaliting to have sex without looking him the eye. You felt like an object. A prize he just won.
Your dick twitched.
So much for self respect.
"Hyung's gonna take good care of you." Jinu whispered, spreading your ass apart as he rubbed his cock between the cheeks. "You'll be good for hyung, mhm? No more seonbae."
You only whined, wiggling your hips, your ass rubbing Jinu's cock.
Jinu teasingly slapped your ass. "You complain about it being too much... But look at you now, begging for my cock. I should just stop listening to what you say and take what I want. Would you stop me, (Name)-Ah? Would you run away?"
Run away?
Run away from the man you've had wet dreams about since you came to this damn university?
"Mhm. I'll run..." You whispered, a strangled moan leaving you as he began to push his cock inside of you. The stretch was difficult and you briefly wondered if this was how you'd die.
Heart attack from a thick cock.
Despite your answer, Jinu hummed. "Good. I'll chase you until you're beneath me, shaking in fear as I take you." His hands gripped your waist as he slammed the rest of his cock inside, earning a gargled cry and scream from you.
Jinu was anything but sweet. Fucking you like a beast as you withered and cried from the constant pressure against your prostate. After this, you weren't sure you'd have sex again. This could be enough for a life time.
"Sorry, (Name)-Ah. I can't last long." Jinu suddenly grunted, pulling out. You whined at the lost but didn't have to mourn it for long as he pulled you onto his lap, making you face him. Your arms subconsiously wrapped around his neck as he easily slid back into your tight heat, gripping your thighs as he bounced you on his cock.
Jinu smirked, his eyes trained right on you. "You look so pretty when you cry." He said, pressing soft kisses on your neck. "Next time, you'll be crying from just my cock. I'll make you scream my name."
You whimpered, arching your back as you pulled him closer, another dry orgasm creeping on you. You'd be sleeping well for nights to come. Jinu grunted as he began to thrust upwards into you in tandem with bouncing you up and down, causing you to cry at the sudden pressure. You were close. So close.
A sharp feeling in your shoulder caused you to spasm as Jinu's thrusts became desperate. It took you a moment to even think about what just happened--so focused on Jinu's cock stretching you out. Until you noticed red dripping down your right shoulder.
He bit you.
The delayed reaction to the bite made you scream out, tears streaming down your face you reached your six orgasm of the night. You went limp in his arms, just letting him chase his own orgasm. Teeth sharp enough to break skin wasn't something you ever imagined Jinu could do. But there it was, a rare and sore bite on your right shoulder. Blood slowly trickling down to your chest.
Jinu finally reached his orgasm after a minute or so, holding you close as he cummed deep inside. You shuddered, feeling his cum coat your sore tight heat. He didn't wear a condom. If you weren't fucked dumb you would've yelled at him about it but all you could do was hum as he pressed soft kisses against your wet and sweaty skin.
You glanced down and noticed blood coating the bottom of Jinu's lip as he pulled away from you.
He did end up coating you in red and white.
But your blood was the lipstick. You couldn't help but laugh at your cringy thought, groaning as Jinu pulled his cock out.
"You did so good, (Name)-Ah." Jinu whispered, kissing you on the lips. You tried to return the kiss but could only purse your lips against his.
Your breathing was harsh and quick, your body battered from Jinu's claiming.
This wasn't normal. Wasn't conventional at all. You were sure that if you told Yoona and Taeil about this they'd be worried for your safety.
You were prey to Jinu
But you were okay with that.
â ě¨ě ě´ ě ěę˛ ěí늴ě íŠííěě â
"You're going to roommate with a first year? Wow, good luck!"
"I didn't know they could do that."
"No one would willingly room with a first year. They're the worst."
"Aw, c'mon, Oppa! They're usually just nervous."
"Well, our Kim Jinu will have no problem. Who doesn't love him?"
"Ah, true. Good luck, Jinu!"
Kim Jinu pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to his new home for the rest of the school year. He'd be the one to get unlucky for his previously planned roommate to drop out of schoolâleaving his room open for a late transfer freshman. He didn't want to deal with first years, they were annoying.
He opened the door, shocked to see the room already having someone by one of the beds. The first year was knelt beside the bed, looking through the suitcase that was filled to the brim with clothes. Clothing that looked more feminine than anything but Jinu didn't judge.
He forced his usual carefree smile, ready to greet his new roommate when you finally turned around. His breathing stoppedâhis smile dropping at the sight of you. You... You were different from anything he imagined.
Your look of innocence. Your body suddenly becoming fidegty the longer he stared at you without saying a word. Your sweater drooping on your shoulder, showing off your bare shoulder. Your skin looked so soft, so plain. It needed something on it.
It looked too bare.
"I'm... Kim Jinu. Who are you?"
"Park (Name)." You whispered, your eyes flickering up and down his body.
Love at first sight wasn't real to Jinu. He wouldn't lie and say he felt love towards you when he first saw you.
He felt lust.
An urge to completely ruin you.
And by the look in your eyes, the not so subtle glances at his lower half of his body. You looked to be such an easy catch.
"Stop looking at me like that." You suddenly said, your lips turning into a slight snarl but it hardly held any weight. Jinu couldn't help but tilt his head. He could tell you wanted him but you were holding back?
Actively pushing him away as if you didn't look at him with the same lust he felt. Running away?
Like a game of cat and mouse.
No...
Fox and Bunny.
He was going to devour you.
Even if he had to chase you.
â ë¤ę˛ ëš ě§ ěę° ëë 결밹íě§ ěě ë â
ŕłŕžŕż ËË-
WOW!!! Gosh, this was way longer than it needed to be. I wanted to try something new lmao. Doubt i'd do it again, i was listening to kpop while writing this so it kinda just happened. Translations at the bottom! Yes, i did it for a reason, made it more fun if you didn't know what he was saying. Red is lyrics, pink are jinuâs words
I might make him an oc, i put too much effort into him for it to be a one time thing, smh... primal play is so fun.
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Translations:
â ë˛ě´ë ě ěë 깸 â â I canât escape
â ě¨íľ ëëĄ ëŹźë¤ěŹě§ í
ë⌠â â everything will be colored with you
â ë ë댏ë ęą°ěź, ěě ě기ěź. â â youâre teasing me, pretty baby
â ëŹ´ë°Šëš í ëź. ë´ę° ë뼟 먚ě´ěšě¸ę˛ â â defenseless bunny. Iâll eat you up
â ëë§ę¸°ëŠ´ ěŤě´ę°ęą°ěź, í ëźěźâŚ â â if you run away, Iâll chase you , bunny
â íě¤ëĽ¸ ě´ ę°ě ě⌠â â this burning feeling
â ě§ę¸ ë뼟 미ěšëëĄ â â i'm driving you crazy right now
â ě¨ě ě´ ě ěę˛ ěí늴ě íŠííěě â â it hurts so much that i can't breathe, but it's ecstatic
â ë¤ę˛ ëš ě§ ěę° ëë 결밹íě§ ěě ë â â the moment i fell for you, i was no longer innocent
Songs used: Insanity - The Boyz & Criminal - Taemin
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At Least Iâm Not Alone at the Wake
jason todd x fem!reader
aka how jason feels safe even when he feels like heâs dying
HEY today weâre going to play a game where we practice reblogging fics: if you read this and like itâreblog!! ie, if you like and dont reblog i might block bc im getting sick of the lack of decorum
warnings: angst w comfort throughout
It took less than thirty seconds for the silence of the night to drift into sounds of shrieks echoing off the buildings along the street. The sharp contrast had you and Jason bolting upright on the couch, ears on alert. It only took a few seconds more of listening for you to realize youâre not hearing shoutingâitâs laughter. Maniacal, uncontrolled laughter.Â
Thereâs a beat as you both freeze upon the implication, the unsettling realization dropping in on you. You barely have a moment to process it before Jasonâs pushing up from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.
âClose the window,â he grumbles.
You blink as you register his words before jumping up to do as told, quickly sliding the frame shut and locking it. He returns soon with an armful of towels in hand, and you stand back as he stuffs a couple along the window sill with rough movements. He goes throughout the apartment, doing the same to the other windows. He rounds back to the living room window, looking down at the street with a heavy look on his face.Â
You trust that the towels will do their job in preventing the laughing gas from getting in the apartment, but theyâre unable to block out the bellows of hysteria.
He backs away from the window, letting the living room wall hold his weight. You both listen to the harrowing echoes with still bodies.Â
You watch him, waiting for a reaction. You donât mean to, but you know youâre looking at him like heâs a loaded spring. You try not to, you know how much he hates how his family does that to him, but fuck, itâs hard not to worry about him.
When Joker incidents have come up, theyâve usually been something youâre able to ignore or even get ahead of and drive out of the city. But this is raucous and chaotic, clearly enough to shut down the city from the inside. Besides, Jason would be booking it out of here if he thought there was any chance of a clean getaway in this.
But you know heâs got no interest in inserting himself in anything Joker related, especially something so destabilizing.
While you know Jasonâs family cares about him, of course they do, but youâve noticed they sometimes put Gothamâs needs first and his second. So the severity of this attack is concerning for you for two reasons.
âWill theyâŚâ you shuffle, âWill they need you?â
Heâs quick to answer, voice firm. âNo.â A long moment passes before he adds on, quieter, âThey wonât want me out there.â
You nod to yourself, trying to relax your body. You being on edge isnât going to help him.
You watch as his head thumps against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. Heâs toughâyou know heâs tough. He can withstand a hell of a lot more than youâll probably ever even know. But even for Gotham, this is a lot. And even for someone who hasnât been through what Jason has, the ringing repetitions of laughter are maddening. You wonder if this is what the Joker hears in his head. You wonder if this is what Jason heard.
The intensity of the laughing increases, more people likely becoming exposed to the gas. You think you can hear it in one of your neighborâs apartments too.
He thumps his head against the drywall again, hands clenching at his sides. It takes one more forceful thud for you to move over to him, cradling your hand to the side of his head, holding him still. He lets you, though he still doesnât open his eyes.
âJay,â you say softly, stroking his hair. âLetâs take a shower, yeah?â Normally youâd try for a bath to calm him instead but you hope the waterfall from the shower might be enough to drown out the noise.
He takes a second to respond, letting your hand bear the weight of his head. âYeah.â
His voice is splintered though, and his shoulders droop as he stands up fully. He waits to move until you start to lead him, flinching at every spike of laughter. You reach back and take his hand, giving it two squeezes. He squeezes your hand back but doesnât loosen his grip.
As you enter the bathroom he wastes no time getting straight to the shower nozzle and turning it on. You press the door shut behind you, sealing out a decent portion of the chaos. You decide against turning the overhead light on, opting instead to let the small pink-shaded lamp provide a warm glow that you can easily maneuver throughout the shadows in. You figure he needs a more tranquil atmosphere than the harsh white light the bathroom ceiling can provide.
You turn to him in time to catch him pulling his shirt up harshly, movements jerked and impatient.
You place a gentle hand on his forearm, âHey.â
He pauses his actions, eyes on the floor.
You donât say anything else, but he understands your objection regardless. You remove your touch and he peels his shirt off slower, kinder to himself.Â
You wait to make sure he continues this method with the rest of his clothes before you start to remove yours.
The downpour of water on the tiles does itâs intended job in creating your own little sanctum away from the noise. You climb into the shower after him, standing in the stray mist sprays that made their way past him. The bits of water that do manage their way to you are hotânot scalding, but hot enough that you know his chest is going to start getting numb very soon standing in front of the stream like this.Â
You trace lines over the muscles of his back, outlining them and every little indent of a scar. When you run out of canvas on his back you move onto his arms, right then left.
Itâs not until you trace down his wrist that you realize his head is angled down. You donât need to be standing in front of him to know that his focus is zeroed in on his scar and youâre not sure how long it's been that way. Too long, in any case.
âJay,â you say so softly that the water nearly drowns you out. âWill you look at me, please?â
He does turn to you, slowly, but he doesnât look up.
You hold his face in your hands, nudging him to look up at you. He looks tired, drained.Â
You know he has to hear that laughter in a different way than you do. Itâs uncomfortable and frightening for you, but for him, itâs layers upon layers of the sound he heard while he was being beaten to death. And even beyond that horrible trauma, the reminder of it brings forth every memory of what happened afterwards, not to mention the heavy baggage you know he feels over being here at all. And you can see it all mulling behind his eyes.
âYou know I love you,â you tell him with sincerity. His gaze stays heavy and you can tell itâs a struggle for him to hold the eye contact.
You lean up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, catching his bottom lip slightly. Your next kiss meets his lips fully. You have to push up on your toes a little bit but he does the work of meeting you halfway. Itâs a slow, intimate exchange, as fluid and serene as breathing.
âI love all of you,â you murmur against his lips. You let your hands fall to his chest, resting as gently as they can over his pecs. âEverything about you.â
You kiss the top of his Y scar, trailing down soft pecks to where it forks off. You feel his shoulders sag a bit, tension forcing its way out of him. You lean down to continue your kisses down the vertical line marking his abdomen, your hands lightly following in your wake.
He says your name painfully, like heâs begging you to stop. Youâll give him partial reprieve, taking his hands in yours and kissing his scarred knuckles. Itâs his instinct to push affection away, you know that, but you also know that he needs it. Thatâs why he doesnât stop you nowâhe knows he needs itâitâs just a lot for him all at once, emotionally. Which is why he gives no warning before he picks you up by your thighs and pulls you close.Â
Heâs got you a full head higher than him and he uses the difference to hide his face in your neck. Sometimes he feels like thatâs the only place he can go. He maneuvers you around so your back is pressed up against the wall as you hold each other tight.
You stay in there like that until the water runs cold, and then some. You have to nudge him a bit into setting you back down then, but he does, letting you collect and wrap the both of you in towels. The second the water turns off you can hear the cackling through the walls.Â
As you return to the bedroom, he only bothers to pull on a pair of boxers before collapsing his weight onto the mattress. The lack of layers wonât help him any, but you know why he did it.
He canât always look after himself the way he shouldâhe disregards his own needs and has trouble even thinking of what could help him. Youâve developed a mind for it thoughâfor himâand you know that being exposed and vulnerable like this isnât going to help him calm down. He prefers being covered up when heâs stressed, it gives him more security, you think.
You open up the dresser and dig through for his most comfortable hoodie and sweatpants. He takes them from you, but he looks remiss at the thought of exerting anymore energy right now, so you help him tug on the clothes, successfully blocking out the now icy air from the AC.Â
Once heâs fully clothed he pulls you forward to sit on his lap. You stumble a bit on the way but he compensates by holding you very tight, not giving your body any option to fall. His grip on you tells you that heâs not concerned with you getting dressed too, which youâre perfectly willing to oblige.
You have to force him to let you break away a little bit so you can reach over to the nightstand and grab your phone and earbuds.
âMovie or music?â
He doesnât say anything, only nods his head once at the end of your sentence. You take that to mean music and open up your playlist on your phone, handing him the headphones.
Thereâs a harsh spike in the hysterics outside, mixed with what sounds like screams, and it has Jason flinching hard. You think you can see tears welled in his eyes as he fumbles to get the headphones in his ears. He takes the phone from you and picks the first song he sees and turns the volume up, up, up.
You shift yourself around so that youâre laying back against the pillows, giving him room to lay down over your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist with a firm grip. You pull the hood up over his head, but keep your hands woven underneath, threading through his hair.Â
His cheek mushes against your bare stomach, and with the way heâs laying, youâre sure the earbuds are digging uncomfortably into his ear. He makes no effort to move in any case. You can hear the song playing word for word, and while the noise exposure concerns you, if there was ever a time to let it go, it would be now.
Youâre both wrapped up nicely in the blankets and you can only see the tip of his nose and a few strands of ivory hair strewn past his forehead. Despite all the snug layers, he shakes a bit under your touch.
He falls asleep before the problem outside gets wrapped up, and you turn down the music. Not all the way, just enough that he can rest in peace.Â
After a while the giggles die down and aside from a few first responder sirens, things get quiet again. About twenty minutes later, Nightwing ducks in through your window and scares the hell out of you. The interaction does not, however, wake Jason up, which is how you know tonight took a very heavy toll on him.
Even though the lights arenât on in your bedroom you slide down from the pillows a bit more and let the blanket and Jason drown your chest out from visibility.
Nightwing gives you a silent, if not awkward, wave and scans over Jason. Even in the dark can see the worry in his eyes. He looks back up at you and throws up a questioning thumbs up with a tilt of his head.
You nod and he nods back slowly as he takes one more look at his brother before hopping out the window.
You peer down at Jason and brush his curls back gently. His hold on you tightens just a bit as he turns in his sleep.
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