#apparently a few members of the team are affected

[eirianerisdar]

Carlos driving with a 39 C fever and acute gastritis??? (At least that’s what I assume it is if he can’t keep anything down since yesterday)

I hope he’s managing fluids at least because with the amount F1 drivers sweat in the car he’d be at serious risk of dehydration otherwise

[dcxdpdabbles]

Could I ask you for more Freelancer Danny? I love his denseness (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Damian knew about Danny Fenton due to the multiple assassination attempts his mother had ordered on him. And how everyone had failed over the years as the man thawed whatever she sent out to kill him.

At first, Mother wanted to recruit Fenton, but he refused to join the great cause. He claimed he did not believe in their methods and would not serve a man like his Grandfather.

She later discovered that Fenton was the target of Father's affection and the main block between them, rekindling any romantic bond. Mother claimed she did not hate Fenton for this, as his parents wanted different things and views, but Damian did.

Damian could not stand a man who would think himself a better choice than Mother. He could not stomach the thought of Fenton being so powerful he could dismiss his family's organization as simply as rejecting a misbehaving dog.

How dare Fenton keep Mother away from his Father. Every day, Damian trained as hard as he could so that he could one day be able to best mother in combat and have the right to meet Father.

Then, he would work to defeat his Father so that he could demand Fenton's head on a platter. He had a long way to go, but Mother still attempted to kill the undeserving man while he grew more assertive.

Mother's assassination attempts began around the time Fenton had uncovered one of their youth training camps and set it ablaze. He had a problem training children to their limits, which made no sense to Damian. How else would those urchins become useful if they were not pushed past their limits?

Yes, a few of them died, but if they could not handle the training, there was no chance they could handle the actual missions. Fenton thought it was "cruel" and took all the children to an American orphanage that Father funded and ran.

Grandfather had been angry—angry more than Damian had ever seen in his young life. That training camp had been one of the first he had established; it had much history. Mother had assured him that she would make the attacker pay.

"Beloved will understand." She said, signing off on Fenton's death warrant. "He knows our ways."

That was that.

Until the people carrying Fenton's death warrant returned…in body bags with a note that read "Nice try" and a stylized white D underneath as a calling card, attached to each one.

That was four years ago. Damian is ten, has bested Mother, and is coming to meet Father. He had studied the fools Father had taken into the family.

He planned on taking out Drake first, for not only was he unworthy to be called Father's son, but even Grandfather had an eye on him. He needed to be handled before he grew to power.

Fenton turned out to be rather insightful. Damian had been in the Wayne Manor—quant that it was. He thought his Father was supposed to be wealthy, but he had been forbidden from being seen in public.

Then, he would take out Fenton.

It angered him to be treated as a secret. Again.

Before, he knew it was because Father was waiting for him to earn the right, as he needed to complete his training. He did.

He worked so hard to be the best. His mother and the man she spent years telling him was slightly less than his Grandfather refused to acknowledge him.

He disliked him.

Father's adoptive children treated Damian like a burden. Worst, Father treated him like an unstable bomb that was thrown on his lap like a common curd. Damian thought that he would have finally proved himself if he had just taken out Drake.

But the little insect turned out to be rather hard to kill off. Not to mention Todd, who had interfered more than once in his plans. Apparently, despite the fact that it was Fenton who had brought Drake to his Father—and not because Drake had any real skill—Todd thought the boy was an invaluable member of the team.

He did not think Drake was a danger to his position, which meant Todd was far too arrogant, and he did not have the skills to defend this mindset.

If anything, Fenton seemed delighted to listen to his stories of Mother and his homeland.

If Damian could not beat Drake, what hope would he have for Todd?

Fenton, on the other hand, treated Damian with respect. He considered his position and never made Damian feel wrong for his upbringing.

Damian, at first, had been free with his words. He was purposely throwing in comments of blades, screams, and blood. Fenton, in turn, told him the tales of growing up with his parents producing weaponry in the basement and the number of times he had to dodge a blast from something lying about in the house.

When Damian informed him of his training, Fenton applauded his abilities instead of pitying him for living through it.

Fenton then took him to a zoo. Damian had always been fond of animals, a weakness he attempted to hide. He could not exactly contain his urge to walk around the whole place, rolling his eyes when Fenton made a mistake on facts regarding the beats and spending an entire afternoon correcting him.

Fenton had not once dismissed or babied him. Unlike his servants, who are forced to listen to him, he seems genuinely happy to hear Damian speak. Strangely, Fenton even took Damian's training seriously, helping him sharpen his spy abilities by helping him go undercover in various settings.

Father had wanted him behind closed doors, but Fenton took him bowling, around the city, to the soup kitchen, multiple animal shelters to venture, and even to see various art museums. Whenever he asks Damian to explain his hostility to Drake, he reminds him that he would not be allowed to harm Drake.

"You just have to remind yourself that you're not there anymore," Fenton said over a Tabbouleh. Fenton had tracked down one of the few Arabic restaurants in Gotham because Damian mentioned how he missed his county's food.

He pointed out multiple reasons, but unlike when his Father, Grayson, Todd or even Pennyworth did, Fenton reframed from using emotions. He understood that where Damian was from, the weak deserved to be crushed to move up.

It warmed his chest in a way he only associated with his Mother when Fenton drove them there. "A good warrior adapts to his new settings and social customs. You aren't a mercenary."

Damian's nose wrinkled. "Those are the harlots of the world of warriors."

Fenton waved his fork at him. "They'll kill anyone for a dollar. They're far too easy to open their blades. Like their legs."

Damian ducked his head to hide the giggle that slipped out. They returned to the Wayne Manor to find Drake packing a bag. He returned to grab more clothing since he was still staying with Fenton. It was for his safety as Damian posed a real threat to his life.

For a moment, the blood son wondered if he could sneak up on him and slash his throat before Drake knew he was there, but then he thought about what Fenton said and chose to walk up to the teenager. "I shall allow you to live."

Drake froze. "Thank you?"

He nods, placing his arms behind his back. "I can still defeat you in combat. You breathe at my mercy."

Saying his piece, Damian glances over his shoulder, watching Fenton beam. The warm feeling returns as the man seems proud of him for not taking the chance to replace Drake.

Behind him, Father also smiles as if pleased. It's the first time he has ever looked at Damian that way. It was due to Fenton's advice and gentle guidance.

Fenton wasn't so bad after all.

He would refrain from plating his head for now, until he had enough information and experience to blend in with the American crowd and earn his Father's approval.

[memetic-trigger-hazard]

Trope blender strikes again!

Since the formation of the Justice League Dark to deal with supernatural threats, Diana had been acting as the team's 'Superman' for lack of a better term.

It was, however, not a position she was entirely suited to, as ironically enough when engaging supernatural threats she was better suited to the same role that Batman played in the Justice League, engaging with superior training, tactics and specialised tools while also acting as battlefield tactical command.

With the lack of any other candidates however, she made do. But not for long.

Thanks to a wandering little girl, Diana had gained a new cousin and uncle who were refreshingly free of the hubris of the Greek pantheon, as well as an unexpected (and terrifying) meeting with her Grandfather who was far different from the stories, she supposed death and a few millennia would calm someone down. She was pleased however to add some paternal family members she could enjoy calm moments with.

Her Uncle was willing to help, however his backlog from the previous King in addition to the repairs and ongoing negotiations for reparations with the United States government made her feel guilt for placing further demands on him.

Her younger cousin however was more than happy to "get out of the house", her Father's comments about the expansiveness of a TARDIS castle completely ignored.

Ellie was already training with her old friend Pandora (So many happy reunions) so Diana was more than willing to take her to Themascerya for an initiation to the Sisterhood of Amazon's. Danny was ecstatic that his daughter was making friends.

Now Ellie as Banshee is JLD's front line fighter and Diana is the tactician, a dynamic duo of their own. Diana is so proud of her little cousin.

Which is why today was very..... Strange.

~

Basically the JLD have to head to the Watchtower for some threat, Ellie is super pumped because SPACE and Diana is excited to take her smol bean cousin to the Watchtower for the first time.

Batman and Co arrive and Drama TM occurs because "Holy shit that little girl looks like a Talia with blue eyes", Damian starts accusing and mouthing off, Ellie freaks because her Dad has warned her about the League of Assassins, so she freaks and bails.

Diana is explaining who Ellie is, how they're related when Uncanny Valley Danny in human form comes out of a portal in his "Royal Casual" work attire. Loose jeans,button up with vest, fluffy slippers with a coffee mug in hand. He's facing Diana, paying 0 attention to who else is there beyond "cool space station".

"Hey niece, why is my daughter running through my castle screaming about killer birds?"

"Ah, I believe she is referring to Robin being a former member of the League of Assassins." Diana replies.

Batman and the rest of the Justice League are tense, assessing this possible ally who RADIATES power and death. Anyone affected by death can feel it like static in their teeth during a lightning storm. Those who have been into the Lazarus Pits feel safe yet the overwhelming urge to KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING.

"Well shit, someone actually escaped from the Fruit Loop Supreme? Anyone who gets away from my asshole grandfather is alright by me." Danny replies as he turns to look at the various heros, taking a sip from his mug.

"Danyal?" A faint hopeful whisper as Damian takes his mask off to look at his Brother (HOW, HOW? HE LOST HIM HE'S HERE HOW?) His dead twin somehow here and changed so much.

*Slurp*

"Well shit, didn't expect this."

This entire time Bruce's brain is making crunching noises.

It's not the extra son that's apparently God of the Afterlives. It's not the granddaughter.

Diana is his son's niece. Bruce had sex with his grand niece. Barbara is right, he needs therapy.

[luveline]

hiyaa girlyy!! so i have a fic request and it's totally fine if you don't want to write / don't feel comfortable reading or doing it: and also, i'm not sure if someone thought of this yet, but how about spencer just being friends with a stripper. like their are murders ongoing abt strippers and spencer sees reader at one of the crime scènes and everybody's shocked since their sooo sweet and comfortable together? (and bonus point if she wears his jacket or something since it's cold)

thank you for your request! if you have more requests for this pairing please send them my way!

"I tried to call you!" 

Hotch looks up from his phone at the shout. He'd been texting Jessica one handed in an attempt to tell her and Jack that he won't be home tonight, and he isn't usually easily startled, but he isn't expecting you to talk to him. Or call him. 

He blinks back his fatigue —you're obviously not talking to him. You're almost nondescript in your hoodie, but Hotch isn't confident you're wearing any pants, or underwear. It was a rush job to bring everyone out from the club, and you and the rest of the dancers stand on the sidewalk in various states of undress. 

"Can we get some jackets, please?" Hotch asks, turning back to the beat cops standing by. "Thermal blankets? Anything?" 

When he turns back, Spencer's not where he was. Hotch casts his gaze back to you near the club doors, your hair messed up from the scuffle but your face intricate and untouched, just as pretty as the rest of your fellow dancers, and doubly so as you throw your arms around Spencer Reid's tall shoulders. 

"I'm so glad you're okay," Spencer says, squeezing you hard, your heels lifting off of the rain-sullied sidewalk. "I told you to stay home!" 

"I can't stay home, Spencer. How would I make money?" 

"I'll pay for the hours you miss, I told you that, too." 

"Baby, you couldn't afford it," you tease lightly, setting back down. Your hand immediately rises to Spencer's cheek, your painted nails scratching delicately at his skin. "I've missed you. Where have you been?" 

"California, then Albuquerque." 

"Killing bad guys?" 

Hotch doesn't consider Spencer a lonely guy, and he doesn't think he'd ever be collected enough to enter a strip club, and yet. There he is, hugging and checking over a stripper with as much care and tenderness as he'd show any member of the team. And judging by your smile, you're enamoured with him. Whether romantically or otherwise is anyone's guess. 

Morgan's, apparently. "Sorry, I'm sorry, does Reid have a girlfriend? Like, a…?" 

"You can say stripper," Emily says, though she's similarly nonplussed. "I mean, there's no way. Right?" 

"They're just friends," JJ says. 

The team turns to her in betrayal. Clearly, JJ knew about this and said nothing, and Hotch has things to do but this is so thoroughly bizarre that he gives himself five minutes of curiosity; he lets the others berate her for answers. 

"Come on, JJ! When did this happen? How did this happen?" Emily asks, her voice dropping to a scandalised whisper. 

In the background, Spencer peels out of his jacket that barely fits around your shoulders. You wear it anyhow, wrapping your arm through his and leaning on his shoulder. "Thanks, Dr. Reid." 

"I really wish you'd stay home when I tell you too." He rubs your arm amicably. 

"Her old boss was a typical heavy-handed sleaze," JJ explains, voice soft with sympathy. "Spence said he used to see her at the grocery store with bruises. She stayed with him for a few days and found a new club… He said she can smile through anything, even a broken wrist." 

Hotch understands. This part of Virginia pretends to be better than it is, and while you seem happy enough now in your profession, he knows it can't be easy. Spencer did for you what he would've done for anyone. You've clearly seen the good in him, treating him with a real and easy affection, adoring through shivers as you look up at him and ask, "Are you eating enough? You look tired." 

"I'm exhausted worrying about you. You're exhausting. Like, where are the sweatpants I got you? You'll get hypothermia." 

"I was trying not to get murdered. You're lucky I grabbed the hoodie." You turn to the team, as though you've known they were watching the entire time. "You wanna introduce me to your friends?" you ask. Hotch detects a hint of insecurity under all your bubbly sweetness. 

Spencer laughs loudly, ushering you forward with a hand on your shoulder. "Don't chicken out this time." 

"Don't embarrass me in front of the special agents!" you whisper. 

"I'm a special agent." 

"No, you're a doctor. He's a special agent." Your gaze narrows in on Hotch. "Hi, you're the boss, huh?" You eye his naked marriage finger briefly, and he knows you're kidding, but he still has to fight to stay expressionless as you continue, "How come handsome guys like you don't ever wanna see me dance?" 

Hotch puts out his hand. "Aaron Hotchner. It's nice to meet you." 

You shake his hand, though you stay as close to Spencer as you can manage without stepping on his shoes. "Right. Too respectful. It's really nice to meet you too, Agent Hotchner. Can you catch the bad guy soon? I'll end up on Spencer's cough again if I don't make rent." 

Morgan opens his mouth and Hotch promptly shuts him down with a raised hand. "We will. You have my word." 

[nelkcats]

My son wants to destroy the world, how do I stop him? - Search

It had been a few months since Phantom joined the League. Although he was more of an emergency contact they called in worse cases than a real member. According to the Justice League Dark, he was a ruler of another dimension so he couldn't be around all the time.

When Wonder Woman complained about his commitment to the team, Phantom frowned and called her hypocritical. Apparently Phantom watched over all the dimensions, so asking him to protect one in particular was stupid, or worse, selfish. Diana ended up very embarrassed after learning about it.

Then, it was strange for Phantom to stay beyond 5 minutes after providing his help, so Bruce was surprised to see the boy walking towards him looking extremely nervous and asking for a conversation. Bruce agreed out of curiosity.

The conversation took a strange turn when Phantom started praising his parenting skills (Bruce was proud of his kids clearly, but how the fuck did Phantom know his identity?), and complimented him on...Red Hood's self-control??? And what a good kid he was??

Apparently, Phantom had a son (Bruce was starting to believe in the "immortal" part that Constantine talked about), but he had a terrible temper and loved to destroy dimensions, for which he was often punished (Bruce was at a loss for words), Phantom assured him that no dimension that didn't deserve it was destroyed but he didn't know how to change Dan's approach.

The King insisted that he was fine with his son destroying dimensions as long as his grandfather authorized it, since they had forgiven him and those dimensions were finished anyway (Batman was grateful that his mask would not show his facial expression) but that destroying everyone would affect him in the long run and he was worried about him.

In the end, Bruce invited them to the mansion, or rather, invited Phantom to talk to Alfred and he told him he would bring his son. Bruce remembered that Jason would be visiting that day and wondered how badly the meeting would go.

[phoenixkaptain]

My favourite part of Dick Grayson as a character is that he is never afraid of Bruce.

Like, Jason has his fear of disappointing him, Tim is a bit intimidated and has his hero worship, Damian fears that Bruce’ll kick him out the way he thinks Talia did, but Dick?

Dick is so unconcerned about Bruce at every possible moment. Even the earliest comics had Dick calling Bruce lame to his face. Dick works with Bruce and his partner for years and they understand each other on a deep level and Dick multiple times calls Bruce a fucking square.

Dick does not tell Bruce anything. He does not write home. If Bruce wasn’t in the room with him when Dick got called to go somewhere, I’m pretty sure Dick would not have informed Bruce that he was even leaving, let alone where he was going. The Teen Titans joined the Peace Corps, they were in Washington for at least a few days being trained, and Bruce finds out that Robin joined the Peace Corps from a newspaper. Dick does not tell him anything.

Dick and Bruce have such a fascinating relationship to me because Dick really doesn’t treat Bruce as his dad so much as he treats him like a particularly obnoxious older brother. Bruce treats Dick like his little baby bird who he cares about and doesn’t want to get hurt, but Dick is over there like “ugh, Bruce is so overdramatic” while he nearly drowns for the fifth time.

In early Teen Titans, there’s no question that Robin is physically the weakest member. Aqualad and Wonder Girl both have super strength, Kid Flash’s speed means that he doesn’t need super strength, but Robin is by far the easiest to capture. He gets caught very consistently through the early issues, albeit people can only catch him if they take him off guard, but it’s a lot easier to catch him off guard in early comics. Robin is the brains of the group, the others look to him for direction and depend on him to make plans that will work and panic when Robin gets nabbed because what will they do without Robin??

Robin gets captured a lot in early Batman comics too. Robin is the ultimate damsel, but he’s never really in very much distress? Like, Bruce and the Teen Titans are distressed, but Robin just looks maybe a bit surprised and bored. Robin never seems to take his own mortality into account when he does things, meanwhile literally everyone else does.

Dick only ever really gets annoyed with Bruce. He bever gets mad at his teammates, even when they question his ability. For the most part, Dick doesn’t even respond when they underestimate him to his face. I have no idea what’s going on in Dick’s head, but he isn’t a part of Aqualad and Kid Flash finding each other and him annoying in their first team ups and he never gets upset when they don’t believe in him.

Then, on the other hand, Bruce calls the music Dick is listening to noise, and Dick immediately is annoyed. Dick and Bruce having a turbulent relationship is more apparent later on in the comics, but Bruce is truly the only one in all the galaxies who gets under Dick’s skin as much as he does.

And it’s funny because fandom likes to paint Dick as bitter that Bruce didn’t adopt him, while I think Dick would have blown his top if Bruce even tried to adopt him. Dick had parents, he never views Bruce as a parental figure. Don’t get me wrong, Dick loves Bruce. Bruce does so much for Dick and Bruce is protective of him and Bruce is open about his affection, but Dick just doesn’t view him as his father.

I really think Dick views Bruce as more like a guard dog than a father. He talks so casually to Bruce, but he’s more formal to other adults. He complains about Bruce not trusting him, but doesn’t care when his teammates don’t trust him either. He views the rich billionaire vigilante who can take down a god in a fight as fucking lame.

Their relationship is amazing. They get along great. They’re a perfect duo, they work in tandem, they’re absolutely unstoppable together. If Bruce talks too much Dick will roll his eyes. They trust each other with their life. Dick is never telling Bruce anything. Bruce says “I guess I can spare Robin for a minute” and Dick is like “I would be perfectly content to never return home for the rest of my days.”

Of all the Robins, Dick is absolutely the one who respects Bruce the least. He loves the guy, but he just canNOT take him seriously.

(Do you think it was the time Bruce sent a box of bats to someone? Or the times Bruce gets captured and has to be rescued by his damsel side-kick? Or the way Bruce is like an overprotective mother, coming this close to reminding Robin to wash behind his ears? Or the way Bruce lets Robin say whatever he wants and never gets upset or offended or even hurt?

Or, maybe, Batman tripped on his cape once, and Dick just can never forget.)

[wantingsobad]

an 'accident' | l.mh x reader (s, f)

masterlist | series masterlist

pairing : skz!minho x reader (y/n)

content : 18+, exhibitionism, over the clothes, finishing in pants, very public, dom/sub dynamic. dom!minho, brat!reader, wild switch to sub!minho, bathroom sex

wc : 1.2k

While slipping on your high heels and giggling your way out of the door, MInho follows close behind, shaking his head with a smirk of faux disappointment from your attitude today.

It was a celebration dinner, one to congratulate each of the boys on their outstanding successes this year. As you and MInho were getting ready, you made some sensual comments on his appearance today, feeling him up while flattering him with endless compliments. As any man would when being hyped up by the love of his life, Minho got hard. He was getting to the point of wanting to screw this dinner and just screw you instead.

This idea was halted by your brat attitude when you started to pick yourself up out of his lap and casually waltz your way over to the front door with feigned innocence saying, "We are going to be late, Min."

Now he knows that you will finish what you started eventually, but the idea of waiting hours until after dinner is over is excruciating for Minho.

At least, that's what he expected, preparing himself for a night of silently dealing with his issues until he can have you back in bed to ruin you.

Boy, was he wrong.

Sitting at the dinner table with Minho close to your side allows for both of you to listen in on the endless flow of playful arguments that come from the staff and his fellow team members.

You were apparently feeling bold today, leaving lingering touches on Minho, ignoring the feeling of his burning stare warning you off as he tries to keep his focus stable on the conversation at hand.

You can feel Minho next to you, acting like your hand resting on his thigh does not affect him. He has to keep up this facade, not only for those at the table around him but for you.

Minho was not a weak man.

At least, that's the side he tried to keep up around you. His strong dominating aura that naturally subdues your bratty submissive self in bed. But his mask was waivering.

Minho had only been broken by you once a few weeks ago, leaving you with an earful of pitiful whines and pleads he recited like a prayer after you edged him a few too many times. He was embarrassed after, feeling like you were not dating him to deal with a pussy-drunk subby boyfriend, but even after you reassured him that it was hot, he still has not broken down enough to show that side to you again.

Now all you want to do is bring that side of him back. You never expected a role of dominance for you to be exhilarating, but all you have been craving since that day was another night with a broken Minho, maybe even with tears running down his pretty face. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you are determined to make it happen tonight.

Working him up before dinner was all apart of the plan. Showering him in compliments that you know he melts over and now toying with him in public? It was practically a death sentence for his ego.

You lightly drag your nails up and down the fabric suited around his thigh, trailing up a little higher every time you do so. His breath catches in his chest, trying so hard to keep his focus on Hyunjin’s reminiscent conversation topic of Jisung and their predebut drama.

You can feel him tense, clenching his thighs at every brush of your nails by his groin. A quick peek at his pants shows a clear outline of the erection you have caused with your teasing.

Minho feels like he should be stopping you. You two should be waiting until you get home, not risking being a public embarrassment. But Minho wants to see how you decide to keep this going.

He’s seen your recent advances since that night to try and break him again. He noticed the power trip it gave you that night and how the remnants of it has made you addicted to getting back to that feeling.

He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to distract himself from the touches that now rest atop his throbbing erection. Your hand presses down harder into his bulge, leaving Minho to release a dragged out exhale that only you could notice the pleasure underlying within it.

He guides his hand atop yours, still trying to engage in the conversation while guiding your hand to keep moving atop his crotch.

He is painfully hard at this point. The adrenaline rushing through his veins at the likely possibility of getting caught, on top of your stupid sly smirk that rests on your face with every movement of your hands is enough to get him ready to drag you into the nearest bathroom and beg you to let him fuck you.

It’s been almost 40 minutes of this teasing and Minho is at his breaking point. His breathing is erratic and his heart is pounding through his chest.

You know he’s worked up, but you did not think he was as far gone as he was…

His eyes close shut and his head drops down to look at his hand atop yours, halting your movements and lifting his hips up as much as he can into your palm. His orgasm hits him violently, leaving him to remain silent but slightly hurting you with the grip he has on your hand.

You jaw drops at the sight, with a painfully embarrassed Minho and his dampened crotch beneath your fingertips. You drag your hand away and look up at him.

His face is flushed, as if he was drunk like the rest of the boys, and he is shaking at the aftermaths of his high.

You decide that this is not the place to keep this going, standing up and awkwardly excusing yourself and Minho from the table into the nearest bathroom avaliable.

The second you get into the stall Minho starts whining into your neck, “I can’t believe you just did that to me. Please let me fuck you now. Please, baby, I’ll do whatever you want just please”

And damn. If that isn’t the most turned on you have ever been, you don’t know what was.

You practically black out in the time it takes him to get you both undressed in that stall, rutting into you with soft whimpers and whines into your neck, a trail of love bites and hickies being left in his wake.

It is safe to say that when Minho later came to his senses at home you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

Metaphorically, as in you noticed that after his shower, he felt as if a certain need to put you back into place as his was to be fulfilled.

Literally, as in he made you unable to walk without stupidly limping the next day while he giggled at you from the side before opting to help you.

a/n : sorry i was very nonexistent this week. i actually happened to get in a car accident on tuesday lol but i am fine and dandy now. lmk if anyone wants tagged in the rest of this series and ily all! - eb

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Do What I Cannot

This is based on My Graveyard Song because I was captivated by the idea of Danny’s parents burying him alive. That’s basically the only part I took though. This is about him being confronted with his parents again once freed.

This is unedited so feel free to point out mistakes. Contains graphic description of violence.

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The Justice League’s newest hero has been a wonderful asset, truly! Phantom is a rather powerful hero and even though some of his methods are a little questionable he follows the ‘no killing’ rule more strictly then some of the long-term members. Even if it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with them as ghosts it still counts. Some of the more magical people have an idea that Phantom is more powerful then he’s letting on, but they don’t push it. After all he’s still just a teenager, they don’t really want to have him dealing with universal threats either.

Honestly even if he weren’t a hero Batman at least would have kept him around for the impressively positive affects he has on Red Hood. Jason had been calmer and more reasonable then he had been since his resurrection since digging up that grave and teaming up with Danny. It was just a little unsettling sometimes honestly, sometimes his eyes would glint with the green of the Lazarus waters and everyone would tense up prepared for an aggressive outburst only for Jason to announce he needed to find Danny and leave. The more suspicious minds found it odd, but they figured it was just because Phantom could calm Jason down and didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Really the only problem was that knowing Phantom had alerted them to a potential new source of threat that they really knew very little about. The JLD knew some but not enough and the ways they had to fight ghosts were clunky and unreliable, they needed weapons that would work on ghosts. Not Phantom obviously, though the overly cautious ones privately thought about him too, just in case you know? And there weren’t many people who specialized in such tech, so of course their search lead them to the Drs. Fenton.

The magic users thought their methods were crude and crazy but had to admit they clearly worked so maybe it would be best to invest in at least some of their tech. At least to study and see if it could be improved on. So they were invited for a meeting, and it was decided Phantom would Not be told. Mostly because they didn’t want to stress him out and also because they’d learned these two were ‘shoot first ask questions later’ types who apparently didn’t believe there was such a thing as a good ghost so they might actually try and kill Danny on sight, which would be awkward.

The presentation they gave to the Justice League was predictably unhinged and they knew well enough to take all of it with a grain of salt, especially the part about all ghosts being evil. Danny had already explained it to them, that ghosts were driven by obsessions which meant they behaved differently then humans but the majority only lashed out when something got between them and their singular passion. Some were different, some had malicious passions and some were more complicated. Diana and J’onn both looked like they were trying hard not to pick a fight but they’d all agreed to smile and nod till they got access to the tech.

There was a familiar sudden chill in the room, looking around Batman could tell a few others felt it too, though Flash was typically oblivious.

“Oh dear,” J’onn whispered before Phantom appeared.

“Hey guys what’s up?” He asked, cheerful but slightly accusatory, they should have known better then to think they could keep the meeting from him. Before they could think of anything to say Danny’s eyes caught on the Fentons and narrowed.

“GET DOWN!” Jack yelled pulling out one of those stupid blasters from somewhere.

“What a perfect chance for a demonstration,” Maddie said, sliding on a pair of gantlets.

“You-you don’t recognize me, do you?” Danny asked, and for a moment he looked hurt, then something happened none of them had ever seen before, his eyes turned red. The toxic green they were used to changed to a deep, blood red and his feet touched the ground as he stalked forward. Jack shot, Danny didn’t break stride, a green shield blocked the blast like it was nothing. Maddie tried to lung and was immediately hit in the gut by one of Phantom’s ecto-blasts, knocking her back against the glass.

Batman leapt up and tried to lung and stop Phantom only to hit a wall that rippled with green, a bubble surrounding the ghost and the two hunters, invisible until struck.

Danny grinned, shark like teeth on full display without any mirth, white hair whipping in an unfelt wind, flowing so it almost looked like flames. “I guess I look a lot different then I did when you buried me alive huh? How long did you leave me? Because you ‘couldn’t kill you son’ so you thought it would be more merciful to lock me away till everything human about me rotted.”

“No,” Maddie gasped, recognition suddenly sharp and painful on her features.

“Yes ‘mom’,” Danny snarled bitterly. Jack tried to shoot again but the blaster was knocked out of his hands so quickly no one was sure what hit him before it could fully charge. “YOU MADE ME! AND YOU ABANDONED ME! You’re lucky someone found me, I would have gotten strong enough to break out on my own eventually and if I had I would have destroyed everything.”

“Oh my god, his parents?” Diana nearly whispered. Batman understood how she felt, Danny didn’t like to talk about how he’d ended up buried ‘alive’, that his parents were the ones who had done it… that was horrific. It made sense why he had never been able to speak about it, but Damn that would have been good to know before they had invited Danny’s abusers to give a presentation on weapons that had no doubt been used to hurt him. And now.. what? They couldn’t get to Danny, it seemed like he had gotten to the point that Raven did sometimes when her emotions overwhelmed her, could they get to Danny? Could they stop him from doing something he might regret?

“You are not our son,” Maddie hissed, her breathing still coming in a harsh wheeze from the blow to her stomach. “Danny is dead! He’s gone. You’re just an acto-entity imitating him, and not even well, you’re just a parasite.”

Danny seemed to be losing some control of his form, it was stretching, getting taller, his fingers curling into dangerous claws tipped with the blackness of the star studded void. “Pathetic mortals, you act as if you will never die, but you will join my kingdom. Perhaps it will be punishment enough to become what you hate, perhaps not. Perhaps I will speed up the process so you can’t hurt anyone else,” He snarled his hands beginning to glow with familiar green of his energy blast.

“Danny stop!” Superman said, hitting the burier to try and get through but not even he could break it. Danny didn’t seem to be responding to them though he was hesitating.

Batman was resigning himself to watching Phantom kill his once parents before Jason walked by him. Batman wasn’t usually taken by surprise, but he was shocked, and worried, both because he could see the green glow of pit madness through the eyes of his helmet, which was worrying, and because he walked through the burier keeping the rest of the heroes out like it was nothing.

He walked to Danny, taking his hand, there was a soft sizzle as the gathered green energy burned Jason’s hand without him even seeming to notice. He pulled Danny down to the ground from where he was floating, pulling the young hero into his arms. Danny let himself be pulled into Jason’s arms, the green energy fizzling out as he wrapped his own arms back around Jason’s waist, hiding against his chest. As the anger faded he slumped against Jason’s chest.

Just as the heroes were breathing a sigh of relief and relaxing Maddie went for the dropped gun. But she wasn’t fast enough as Jason drew his own pistol, the one with live ammo, and put a bullet in her head. Diana cried out in shock and Batman froze as blood and brain matter splattered over the watchtower floor and her body slumped. Before anyone could recover Jack followed, another shot executioner style and Batman had to turn away.

The watchtower was completely silent, enough so that he could hear Phantom’s soft sniffles as he cried into Jason’s chest. When Batman looked back Jason had holstered his gun and was just holding Danny Close. The green had faded enough from his eyes that it seemed safe, Batman approached warily and wasn’t surprised to find that the invisible burier was gone now that both the Fenton’s were dead.

“I’m sorry,” Danny said softly as he heard the approach, without emerging from his hiding place in Jason’s arms where he seemed to feel safe. “I wasn’t actually going to kill them, but I guess my want to, my emotions, were strong enough to make Jason respond. I didn’t mean to call you that way.” He looked up at Jason, his eyes green again though red rimmed from tears.

“It’s alright, I would have done it anyway,” Jason growled, holding Danny even tighter. “I’ve killed people for less, they deserved it.”

Batman took a deep breath forcing himself to keep his cool about his son’s constant flouting of his no killing rule, now was not the time to make Phantom feel worse. “Jason why don’t you take him down to one of the sitting rooms so he can calm down.” No doubt Phantom was reliving trauma, and grieving because even if he wanted them dead they had been his parents.

Jason nodded and scooped Danny into his arm who let out an indignant little squawk and insisted he could walk while making no attempt to actually get down. Jason ignored Danny’s performative complaints and kept the young hero’s head hidden against his chest so he wouldn’t have to see the corpses of his parents while Jason carried him out of the room.

Now, how best to deal with the aftermath of… all this. And later on he really would have to ask Danny and Jason what he’d meant by Jason responding to his energy, because it seemed like there might be something more to their relationship then just Danny calming Jason down and that was worrying to say the least.

Part 2: here

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oh remembwr when changbin said when he angry all it takes is physical touch or any act of affection for him to turn into putty and how he said hannie instead of being th wfirat to apologise or something just waits with open arms and breaks down when the other person comes to him first WELL IMAGINE A FIC THAT INCORPORATES EITHER OF THESE WITH A LITTLE ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING WITH READER🫢

thank u anon, i will also do the jisung one, so keep an eye out!

Lion Tamer | Seo Changbin x Reader

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

tags: angst, miscommunication? a little suggestive at the end, like one swear word, good ending dw, other member makes an appearance

requested: yes!

wc: 1,130

Changbin is known for his short temper, that’s just a fact. He’s easily antagonised, resulting in some hilarious, unexpected, or very occasionally scary outbursts. He is quick to jump up or shout, and hard to calm down. Not many people have mastered the art of lion taming, but you? You’ve somehow perfected it. It wasn’t a conscious thing you did, but it seems you have some unseen power over him.

Your power was discovered by chance in the JYP dance studio. You had been invited along by your wonderful boyfriend who clearly just wanted to show off, knowing this you agreed anyway. You’d be a hypocrite not to indulge him a little bit, right?

During a 5-minute water break, a conversation had started up about shoes. Particularly, platforms. Now, everyone knows that Stray Kids aren’t exactly the tallest, your boyfriend being the shortest of them all, so you could already feel him become tense from his place next to you on the leather sofa. 

“I don’t like them, they make me feel like my proportions are wrong,” Minho says from his place on the floor, flat on his back, limbs spread.

“I like them, our team needs them.” Felix contributes, resulting in a few laughs.

“Changbin maybe, I’d say the rest of us are fine.” Minho raises his head, smirking at Changbin.

“Hey! You’re not that much taller!”

“Yeah? Stand up.” Minho doesn’t move. Changbin takes the challenge, sputtering, and stands up. He goes to walk towards Minho who is still starfished, but you grab his hand.

“Sit down, Bin.” You chuckle. He stops in his tracks and plops down next to you immediately, holding your hand properly.

“Did you see that?” Hyunjin says, throwing his head back laughing.

“Yeah,” Jeongin speaks up. “Y/n has some serious powers.”

This results in some laughter around the room while Changbin looks at you, eyes creased with an open grin.

“How am I supposed to say no?” He chuckles, and takes your hand in both of his, squeezing it gently.

Your powers also work in more serious instances. Like the time Changbin thought you were cheating on him, accosting you the moment he got home from the studio.

“Y/n, you have some explaining to do,” he said, entering your shared living room where you had been sitting, peacefully reading.

“What?” you blinked up at him.

“Don’t play with me, I’m not stupid.”

“Bin, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t, of course, you don’t.” He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. If you weren’t so confused, you’d be ogling his arms in the tight black t-shirt he’s wearing.

“I really don’t. Can you tell me what I’ve apparently done?” You put your phone down next to you on the sofa.

“You know, if you wanted to break up with me, you should’ve just said something.” That shocked you into closing your mouth. 

“If you wanted to see other people, I wouldn’t stop you. Well, I would, I’d definitely try but if you really wanted to break up I couldn’t stop you. I’d be pissed though because I love you so much and I thought our relationship was practically perfect. And we’re usually so good at communicating so I’m upset that you couldn’t just tell me what’s wrong, or what happened for you to have a change of heart. But seriously, a fucking soft launch on your insta? That’s just shitty.”

Soft launch? Insta? Oh.

You stand up, keeping a relaxed posture and facial expression.

“So are you going to leave? Because if you are, I want my hoodies back, especially the navy one, it’s my favourite one.” He’s slowly getting louder.

Honestly, he’s kind of cute when he’s ranting. You stifle a laugh, taking a step into his space.

“Oh, so you’re laughing at me now? Oh, yes! Let’s laugh at Changbin! Ha! Ha! Ha! So fun-” 

You cut him off by grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth doesn’t really react but his hands do instinctively come to your sides. 

“Sorry, I had to get you to shut up.” You pull back, meeting a very emotionally conflicted Changbin.

“Bin. First of all, I’m not leaving you. Second of all, I didn’t soft launch. That was my cousin. He joined me and my aunt for lunch because he is in town at the minute. And lastly, you are so cute when you’re jealous.”

You get a front-row seat to the cogs turning in his head. You watch as his eyes widen and his face flushes a bright shade of red. You throw your head back laughing, still holding the sides of his head. The hands holding you have tightened their grip now, and he’s ducking his head down to hide in your neck.

“I am so sorry. I should be ashamed. Actually.” He cuts himself off and falls to his knees in front of you, arms unwrapping from around you to clasp them together as if he were praying.

“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry. A thousand times over. Hey, stop laughing, I’m trying to apologise. I should never have assumed anything,” he says. You catch your breath and look down at him, instantly bringing a hand to run through his hair. His hands return to you, pulling you into him, and he buries his face in your stomach, mumbling more apologies.

“Changbin, please, look at me.” You use your leverage on his hair to force him to look up. He looks up at you with big eyes.

“Get up.” You giggle. He immediately stands. 

“It’s okay, I can understand why you thought that, but you are also super dumb for even thinking that I’d do that in the first place. Why would I ever leave you?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, shrugging.

“Exactly, I have no intention to ever leave my wonderful, adorable, handsome-”

“Sexy.”

“Uh-huh, sexy, smart, kind, and sometimes jealous boyfriend.” You smile up at him, putting your hands on his shoulders. He ducks his head into your neck once more.

“I really am sorry, you know.” 

“I know you are.” 

You feel his arms tighten around you in a strong hug and the two of you stay there for a few seconds as he sways the two of you gently.

“Okay, grovelling over,” he says suddenly standing up straight, dazing you slightly. He suddenly grabs you, easily throwing you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You nearly shout as he begins to move.

“Making it up to my wonderful, understanding, sexy girlfriend! Unless she has any complaints with the proposition?” he replies, and that’s when you realise you’re headed in the direction of the bedroom, and you throw your head back laughing again.

“No complaints here!”

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the jealous game

// prompt idea for g!p wanda: you end your relationship with wanda because she’s always flirting with other girls to make you jealous. unbeknownst to you, wanda’s about to feel just as jealous as you when thor and bruce bring their new friend valkyrie to one of tony’s parties. the king suddenly takes a massive interest in you, making wanda immensely jealous. //

warnings: breakups, flirting with other girls while in a relationship, jealousy, sexual themes i guess (kind of??), fluffy ending, i’m a slut for wanda maximoff 🥺

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“i can’t do this anymore, wanda!” you raise your voice as she drags you into the hall. you were forced to sit at a dinner party with a few agents, and watch wanda flirt with sharon carter all night. you stressed more and more during every function and event, because the redheads flirting was never ending. no matter how many times you told her to stop— how much it hurts you— she never listens. “you’re making a big deal over nothing, y/n.” she rolls her eyes, and you clench your fists, angry tears welling up in your eyes. “nothing?! wanda, you’ve been flirting with sharon in front of me all night!” you exclaim, and she scoffs.

“flirting doesn’t mean anything.” she mutters and you stare at her as if she’s crazy. “it means something to me, and it probably means something to her and all the other women you consistently flirt with.” you mutter, and she opens her mouth to say something, but you beat her to it. “you know, you used to be my best friend. after my best friend passed away, i never thought i could develop a bond and connection like i did with you. then i fell in love with you, and i realized you aren’t who i thought you were.” your voice cracks a bit and wanda’s smug demeanor falls immediately at the vulnerable words. “y/n—”

“have fun at your dinner party. i’ll be by your room next week to pick up my things.” you don’t even let her speak. you don’t want to hear what she has to say. you walk away from her, and you leave her standing in the hallway watching you leave. the memory now engraved into her mind. the night you got tired of her trying to rile you up, and keep the relationship ‘alive’. she didn’t think it was affecting you this badly. she never meant any of the things she said to other women in your presence, she was only trying to make you jealous. maybe have wild sex afterwards like you guys always do.

though she succeeded at making you jealous, she didn’t get the outcome she desired. no, instead wanda lost her bestest friend all because she went and decided to flirt with sharon carter. but it wasn’t just sharon, it was also the waitress at the restaurant last week, and the nurse who was doing an ultrasound on you for a cyst. she cringes as she remembers how you asked her to wait outside. she was starting to realize how much of a shit girlfriend she’s been to you. “hey wands, where did y/n go?” yelena asks on her way back from the bathroom. “she left…”

wanda spends the next few weeks waiting for you to come back. she foolishly tells herself you’ll miss her enough to return. yet, it becomes abundantly clear that that’s not the case. you end up avoiding her, and whenever wanda accidentally sees you around the compound you’re laughing at something one of your coworkers is saying, or hanging out with the members of your team. you look okay and maybe that’s what sets wanda off most of all; you’re okay without her while she’s miserable without you. she lays awake at night tossing and turning, when she’s half asleep she reaches for you but you aren’t there. she can’t get that look on your face out of her head. the look of pure betrayal and hurt.

wanda tries calling, but you don’t answer. when she visits your room at night FRIDAY doesn’t allow her access. you’ve complete shut her out, and it’s all her fault. wanda thinks about three years ago when you first arrived at the compound. you had apparently been training for shield since you got out of high school. as soon as you met wanda she immediately took a liking to you. you were genuinely kind to her, and no matter how out of control her powers were, you weren’t afraid of her. you listened as she opened up to you about the death of her twin brother and her parents. you never once judged her when she told you about the things hydra and ultron made her do.

wanda’s nightmares return shortly after your breakup. turns out having you around was more help to her than she realized. or maybe she did realize it and she took it for granted. she doesn’t know how long she can continue this way without you; barely sleeping, barely eating. she can’t even seem to focus on missions and steve has given her three warnings in the last month to get it together before she’s on temporary desk duty. maybe that’s how she ended up at tony’s halloween party; drinking the night away to forget you.

when she sees you she nearly drops the drink in her hands. you’re not even dressed up; just a simple black cropped top that fits you perfectly, dark denim blue jeans that are so tight wanda can see every curve. the outfit is matched with your favorite converse, and your hair is in loose unruly curls. wanda wants to talk to you so badly, but she doesn’t have the courage to. your eyes migrate around the room, and end up on her. you offer her a sad smile and she doesn’t react. you notice the bags under her eyes that the makeup isn’t doing a good job at hiding. she doesn’t look at all like herself. you’re about to walk over to your ex girlfriend when a voice stops you.

“y/n!” thor bellows as he makes his way over to you with a woman beside him. she’s not as tall as wanda but she’s taller than you. her eyes seem to light up as soon as she sees you, “this is my dear friend y/n! y/n, this is king valkyrie.” he introduces you both and you smile shyly as you put your hand out for her to shake. the king takes your right hand and kisses your knuckles gently. you blush profusely at the action, “king valkyrie has assisted me on many missions and frequently, as you mortals say, saved my behind.” thor continues to stroke his friends ego and she rolls her eyes modestly. “please. a literal god is trying to talk me up right now, can you get this guy out of here?” valkyrie asks you jokingly, making you giggle. the mere sound makes her stare at you in awe for a second.

“it’s truly a pleasure to meet you, y/n. i’ve heard so much about you and your amazing pancakes from thor and bruce.” she admits and you blush sheepishly, your face feeling hot. “it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, it’s great to finally put a face to the name.” you tell her, having only heard about her a few times through thor and bruce, you were surprised at how charming she actually was. you don’t normally receive any attention like this from any of the superheroes, sure a few agents have asked you out in hopes of a hookup or two, but none of the heroes that were as important as this have. well, except for wanda, but you were almost positive wanda never wanted a real relationship with you to begin with.

the disheartening thought is enough to get you to put on a fake smile, and offer to get valkyrie and thor drinks. thor politely admits he has to find jane, but he ends up leaving you and the king alone. “so, thor tells me you’ve been an agent for shield for four years?” valkyrie asks and you chuckle, “yeah, i started training right out of high school… i really didn’t know know what else to do with my life.” you confess sheepishly, “but my life is boring. i want to hear all about your life. you’re a king, you must never be bored or lonely!” you exclaim and her smile falters a bit. “well, i certainly have the means and privilege of never being bored but not even money can cure loneliness.” she admits and you frown.

“do you get lonely king valkyrie?” you ask softly, your hand coming up to her bicep and your mere touch warms her in a way she hasn’t felt in so long. “yes. but it’s a small price to pay for ruling a kingdom.” she responds, and your eyes meet her chocolate brown ones. “and your queen?” you ask in a way that causes her to smirk, “no queen, just me i’m afraid.” she answers honestly, and you raise your eyebrows. “i guess that means i’m allowed to buy you a drink without worrying about your wife challenging me to a death match?” you half joke, and she laughs. “there’s no wife you have to worry about. but i’d love a drink.” she says lightly as you grab her hand and lead her through the crowded room. you don’t notice the piercing green eyes staring at you both the entire time.

as the night goes on you get to know valkyrie and you can’t find a single thing wrong with her. she’s charming, sweet, kind, humble, and even easy on the eyes… yet you can’t shake that guilty feeling you feel. you don’t want to be here with anyone other than wanda. yet, you’re sure she’s probably flirting with some other pretty girl around here. she’s probably forgotten all about you. you force yourself to laugh at a joke valkyrie says that you shamefully weren’t paying attention to. what you don’t notice is the emerald green eyes shooting daggers at the woman you’re standing in front of. wanda’s been watching you two since thor introduced the both of you. she hates the way her stomach burns and her fists clenches around her glass so tightly she surprised it doesn’t break.

her jaw is tense as valkyrie moves a strand of loose hair behind your ear. the way you blush makes her heart crumble into a million little pieces, and she recalls the way you used to blush at all of the things she said. the way the blood used to rise to your cheeks and coat your little nose. she hates this feeling and she wonders if this is how you felt all those times when she flirted so blatantly in front of you. she mentally curses herself for making you feel this way on so many occasions. the jealousy she feels is nothing compared to the guilt. she downs the rest of her whiskey and leaves the glass of ice on the bar counter. she can’t stand to watch this anymore, she doesn’t think the remains of her heart can take it.

you notice the way the redhead leaves quickly, moving past a hoard of people. you frown; wanda never leaves these things early. there’s nothing she loves more than a party. though, you remember how down she looked earlier. as much as you want to wield yourself not to care, you can’t help it. you love her and you care about her so much. “um, excuse me valkyrie i have to make sure my friend is okay. she looked sad earlier and she just left.” you lie through your teeth and valkyrie flashes you an understanding smile. “of course. i know all about your history with wanda maximoff, i understand how you feel.” she says and you feel a guilty feeling wash over you.

“i’m sorry.” you apologize honestly, and she reaches for your hand giving it an assuring squeeze. “don’t be sorry. go to her. i understand.” she tells you softly. you smile at her gratefully, “thank you. it really was lovely meeting you, i hope to see you again some time.” you tell her sincerely causing her to nod in agreement. “likewise. i’ll be looking for you the next time i’m on earth.” she promises and you blush softly before leaving. you go in the direction wanda left in, and you push through the large amount of people. you finally see her on the balcony facing away from the party.

“you left a little early don’t you think?” you ask, and she quickly wipes away a few falling tears before holding onto the ledge of the balcony tightly. “why do you care? you’ve made it perfectly clear over the last few weeks that nothing i do matters to you.” she retorts, there’s a bit of bite to her tone but there’s a whole lot of hurt laced through it as well. “nothing you do matters? i think you don’t understand how much the things you do matter to me.” you reply, as you reach into the pocket of your coat, pulling out a pack of menthols. “doesn’t seem that way. you’ve been avoiding me like the plague and now you’re all over king valkyrie not even a few weeks after our breakup?” she questions, and you can hear the undeniable betrayal laced through her tone.

“at least i waited till after our breakup.” you mutter under your breath, and she turns to face you. a trickle of silence passes, until she lets out a chuckle. “yeah, i deserved that.” she responds, and you flash her half a smile. she loves your smile. how she’s missed it. you take in the black velour suit she’s wearing. the white collared shirt pristine and nicely buttoned; not a wrinkle in sight. she looks amazing and you try your hardest not to let her know you’re staring at how beautiful she looks. “you look perfect. i see why valkyrie was all over you.” she admits and you laugh. “she was being nice.” you try to defend yourself and wanda flashes you a look. “oh please, she kissed your hand and was by your side all night.” she points out, and you raise a brow.

“you mean the way you should’ve been?“ you ask her, and this causes her to go silent. “y/n… i’m so sorry. i was a terrible girlfriend, and i… i took you for granted. i know some of the things i did are unforgivable, and when i saw you with valkyrie tonight, i realized how badly i hurt you all those times. i’m sorry.” wanda actually sounds sincere, and you can see in her eyes she means every word. she then shakes her head, “i don’t expect you to forgive me. if i were you i don’t know if i could… i just needed to apologize. you deserved a sincere apology. you didn’t deserve anything i put you through… i do love you, y/n.” wanda adds and your eyes go wide. “you do?” you ask in complete surprise and she nods vigorously.

“so much. you’re the only person i’ve ever opened up to… you’re my best friend. i really should’ve been a better girlfriend to you.” she admits shamefully, barely being able to meet your eyes with her own. you can see the tears pooling in those emerald green orbs you’re so helplessly in love with. “then why did you flirt with all those women? what you did really hurt me, and i told you it did, and you just kept doing it. you promised me once that you’d never intentionally hurt me… so why did you?” you ask her, and she shuts her eyes for a few seconds. “i thought it would keep you from losing interest in me. i figured if you saw how many people wanted me, you always would.” she chuckles bitterly at her own mindset. “i guess i lost you either way…” she trails off, and you sigh.

“wanda… i could never not want you. trust me, i know first hand how many people want you. you don’t think i see the way everyone looks at you when you walk into a room? but i don’t care about how many people look at you as long as you’re only looking at me…” your voice is insecure and now you can’t seem to keep eye contact as you glance down at your shoes. you toss your forgotten cigarette into the ashtray and she lets a few tears fall. “you’re all i see when i walk into a room.” she admits, “i should’ve made that more clear.” she adds and you flash her a look. “yeah, you should’ve.” you murmur, and she looks down at her shoes.

“is there any way you’d give me another chance? i’d do anything to earn your trust back. anything to make you love me again.” she practically begs you, and you can hear the strain in her voice. “i never stopped loving you, wands. i just… i thought you didn’t love me anymore.” you whisper the last part, and she reaches for your hands, her touch immediately makes your body feel warm despite the cool new york air. “i could never not love you.” she reveals with a trembling voice. you observe her features, searching for any sign of dishonesty; when you find none your eyes soften in that way that makes her heart flutter. “from now on, flirting with someone else is cheating. okay? there’ll be no more chances after this one for that, maximoff.” you warn her, and she nods eagerly. “i promise to only flirt with you until i die!“ she dramatically swears, earning a soft giggle.

god how she missed being the cause of that sound. “that’s a little dramatic.” you say, but before you can say anything else she leans in and kisses you passionately. you melt into the stolen kiss immediately, moaning in surprise and delight as you kiss the redhead back. wanda let’s go of your hands and moves hers to your waist. she pulls you into her, and as soon as your body touches hers, her member begins to wake up. there’s no doubt you don’t feel it hardening against you. “i missed,” kiss, “you,” kiss, “so,” kiss, “much.” wanda says in between kisses, as if she’s in a frenzy. you pull away and she chases your lips with her own as she keeps you held against her. she whines when you don’t let her kiss you again, “looks like you weren’t the only one that missed me.”

your teasing only causes her to get harder, and you smile deviously at the appendage poking you through hers and your clothes. “should we get out of here?” she asks hopefully, and you giggle nodding in agreement. “lead the way, wands.” you unravel yourself from her, as she interlocks her hands with yours and leads you out. she takes you to the nearest exit and your stomach flutters at the thought of making up after a whole month.

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a/n: should i upload a pt.2 of the smut ?🤫👀

[afanofmanyhats]

Age headcanons for the Toa Metru, from oldest to youngest! Also some headcanons about how the Matoran Civil War affected Metru Nui apparently.

Onewa: Definitely the oldest member of the team, created before the Matoran Civil War (though not necessarily long before). That would account for his vast amounts of experience in different random trades, especially if there was a large depletion of the Po-Matoran population following the Civil War and the Archives Massacre. And he gives off "grumpy old man" vibes even as a Toa.

Whenua: Whenua is the next oldest, made within a few centuries after the Civil War ended. Considering Onu-Metru was sandwiched between Po- and Ko-Metru, two of its enemies, I imagine it was one of the fiercest battlegrounds of the war, and lost a lot of its population and infrastructure. Imagine the Eastern Front in the first World War. The brutality of this conflict probably shook Onu-Metru culture to its core, and would help explain the nihilism and sense of personal expendability that a lot of Onu-Matoran exhibit.

Nokama: I don't know when exactly she would've been made, but Nokama does seem to be older than the rest of the team, so I put her here. She's been teaching for a long time, and has only ever known prosperity and peace, so she was likely created a good while after the Civil War, after Ga-Metru had been repaired. It may not have taken much damage to begin with, as its only hostile neighbor was Po-Metru, and we all know how Po-Matoran are when it comes to water.

Nuju: Nuju is probably just a little bit younger than Nokama, which is part of why he respects her; she's the closest thing to a peer he has amongst the team. He's not young per se, but he's also been sheltered; Ko-Metru probably didn't see much conflict in the Civil War since their troops were mostly focused on flanking Onu-Metru with Po-Metru. Might have gotten a bit of his superiority complex from Ihu, who likely was alive during the Civil War, though it's impossible to say.

Matau: The second-youngest of the Metru. Le-Matoran have some of the most hazardous workplaces in the city, made even worse by their general cultural recklessness, so Matau was made after too many test pilots got killed. At this point the fact that he's alive is a miracle. Matau remembers a time before the Toa Mangai, so their arrival and subsequent heroics stand out strong in his memory, and helps explain why he romanticizes them so much.

Vakama: Definitely the youngest. He was made during the Mangai's tenure as Metru Nui's protectors- after either the Kanohi Dragon ravaged Ta-Metru, or after the war with the Dark Hunters. Skilled, but not very experienced yet.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ahh I'm so excited to see another person writing x readers for Pokémon SV!! Could you write something where the reader jokingly "proposes" to Arven with the line "Will you make me sandwiches every day for the rest of my life?" Thank you!

The weather in Paldea was quite nice this evening. Fitting for a picnic.

So you and Arven decided to settle down on a grassy field near the base of Glaseado Mountain. It was usually quite cold and windy, but the weather decided to be generous today with a light breeze.

After all you’ve been through together, from hunting Titans to journeying through Area Zero, this was a much needed break for you both. Plus since you were a Champion, you had to step back from the spotlight for a while.

As Arven fixed up some sandwiches, you watched your Pokémon frolic about, smiling fondly at your pride and joy of a team.

Even the Paradox Pokémon you recently caught seemed to be getting along with them perfectly fine. You worried they’d have a hard time fitting in with the present..but it's great to see them becoming the best of friends.

Hearing quiet squeaks, you turned your attention to your Tandemaus...who now had two smaller mice at their hips.

You stared down at them, perplexed as to where they came from, so you consulted the Pokedex for any clues.

“Oh! So you’re...Maushold now? Huh.." This was especially surprising; under normal circumstances, you'll immediately notice whenever a Pokemon of yours evolves.

Instead Tandemaus somehow evolved behind your back and...apparently spawning children is all that changed about them.

"...oh well, glad to meet the new family members." You chuckled softly.

Maushold nodded, before shifting their focus to the picnic table. They skipped over to Arven as their children held onto their parents’ tails.

How adorable.

“Hey hun?” You called out. “You’re gonna have two more mouths to feed!”

“What...oh.” Looking up, he blinked as Maushold stopped in front of him, apparently seeing a cheese sandwich he was making. They squeaked loudly in demand, the little ones tugging on his pant legs.

"Ah! Hey!!" He stumbled back a little and threw his hands up in surprise. “Okay, okay! I'll feed you and your uhh..kids. Hang on.”

Once he was released from their hold, he hastily cut the sandwich into little bite-sized pieces, before kneeling down to give it to them on a plate. “Here you go fellas. A meal for a family of four.”

Nodding in gratitude, the mice ran back to you and [Koraidon/Miraidon], deciding to eat their food with you. The parents made sure their kids ate first before helping themselves.

You smiled sweetly, seeing how much your boyfriend cared for your own Pokémon. Whenever you faltered in the art of sandwich-making, he’s there to save you all from an abhorrent meal. It's just a few of the many reasons why you loved him.

After Maushold was done eating, the parents let their children go play with your Legendary, while they sat comfortably in the grass, keeping a close eye on them. They held each other’s hands, turning to nuzzle noses lovingly.

Such a display warmed your heart, reminding you of all the dates you’ve been on with Arven.

In the beginning, he shyed away from giving affection (even when there’s only wild Pokémon around). But after everything that's happened, especially after learning the fate of his parents...he’s never held you closer.

He only then realized you truly did love him and wanted to stay with him.

It’s fair to say your bond was as strong as a Tandemaus'.

Though since they’re actually a married couple..you wondered if you'd have that kind of love with him in the distant future..

Maushold suddenly perked up and gestured for you to come closer with a sense of urgency And you kneeled down, curious as to what they wanted to say.

“Uh huh....what..? I-I..I mean yes we are, but we’re not--” Sighing, your smiled awkwardly, shaking your head. “We’re just not ready for that yet. With trainers, couples are different.”

They knew how much you loved Arven, but didn’t realize there was a “dating” process for humans; their species simply goes straight to the married life, so they didn’t know what you were waiting for.

While you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea of marrying him, now was simply not the best time. Maybe once you both graduated will it be something to consider.

But as you looked back and saw him splitting a sandwich with Mabosstiff, an idea popped in your mind. 

It may be extremely corny--and might end with you begging one of your Pokémon to use Amnesia on you--though it could prove to him that you’re fully committed to this relationship.

Besides, it’d be an interesting way to dance around the subject.

So after telling the plush mice your plan, you stood back up and headed to the picnic table, sitting across from Arven. “Hey, so um..there’s something I wanna ask you.” You attempted to stay serious.

“Hm?” Blinking, he finished his food and tilted his head. “What’s up?”

“W-Will..youmakemesandwichesfortherestofmylife?”

His face looked blank.

“....[y/n]...I love you, but you’re gonna have to speak way slower than-”

Suddenly, you grasped his hands and stared deeply into his eyes; he was taken aback and didn't know what you were doing, but kept his gaze on yours.

Despite feeling flushed, you took a deep breath before continuing.

“Arven, I-I..can see the future. Not that kind of future with robot Pokémon running around, but a future with us being together, enjoying sandwiches just like we are now. So basically what I’m trying to say is um...would you--will you make me sandwiches every day for the rest of my life?” A bashful smile overtook your face. You rushed through the last line still, though nowhere near as fast as before.

Both of you could feel the stares of all your Pokémon as they stopped playing, confused and amused at the moment their trainers were sharing.

Arven’s face flared up at the “proposal”. Normally he’d hide it with his hands, but unfortunately that was impossible, so he just huffed and looked down, thinking.

“You..don’t mind being with me forever? I mean...I-I know I’m not a strong trainer like you or smart like Penny..” He muttered. “Is being a “sandwich artist” even a-?”

“Of course it's a redeeming quality.” You chuckled. “They say the best way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. But obviously I love you for, well, you. Whether you make great food or not.”

“....hah, thank you. So to answer your question....”

For a few moments he remained silent, before looking back up at you with the warmest of smiles and sparkles in his eyes.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind doing that for the rest of my life. Whatever sandwich you want, whenever you want it!”

[ewingstan]

We sort of touched on it in a prior post, but you’ve gotten a fair few details on how Mark and Carol raised Victoria by this point.

From what details you recall, how does her handling/raising of Kenzie fall into compare and contrast with those details?

Wooh. Hm. Well, I think she has Kenzie's ultimate wellbeing in mind more than Carol probably did while raising her and Amy. At the same time, when Victoria's first reaction to Kenzie getting publicly pilloried was "lets get you in front of cameras to argue your case, and also while we're at it lets keep our cape-network plan from falling through by jumping on the public-Scion-reveal grenade" I thought well. Yeah that's something Carol's daughter would think to do huh.

Its a dangerous relationship they're in. Victoria legitimately wants to keep Kenzie safe and stop her from overworking herself. She also really wants this cape group thing to work. She'd probably not consciously let the latter get in the way of the former, but she will let Kenzie fight as a hero if it seems like that's what Kenzie wants. The problem, of course, is that Kenzie wants what Victoria wants. Kenzie will act in whatever way will make the people around her happy, and so if she thinks Victoria wants her to be a hero (which you don't exactly need to be an observation tinker to notice), she's gonna make being a hero her whole thing. Not to mention that Kenzie also knows Ashley wants her to be an active cape, Sveta enjoys being on a hero team, etc....

I'll also say that the way Victoria's treating Chris.... kind of reminds me of how Carol treated Amy growing up? Victoria sees him as her responsibility: he's a member of the group Dr. Yamada asked her to shepherd, and he's a kid, and now that Dr. Yamada's gone that responsibility is even greater. Victoria is burdened with Chris in the same way Marquis burdens Carol with Amy; sure, Victoria does it a lot more voluntarily.... but she's also doing it more because she agreed to care for "the group," not for Chris. Chris is a responsibility that came packaged with what she wanted to do. And while the care she has for Kenzie seems to come from a place of genuine concern and affection, her keeping tabs on Chris feels strictly procedural. She's responsible for him, she'll keep tabs on him, nothing more to it. There's a lot of resentment and some frustration that boils into how Victoria treats Chris as a result. Insert your arrested development "I don't care for Chris" image here.

Hell, despite otherwise having pretty wildly different viewpoints when interacting with people, Victoria ends up resembling Taylor a lot in how she thinks about Chris, because it matches up so well with how Taylor thought about Regent. Its another case of "That guy I'm not as close to as the others, the dangerous one, the one whose probably a sociopath waiting to be let loose." I remember thinking that Chris seemed like "the Regent of the group" in my early reading, but they're really not so alike personality-wise, or even in terms of their place in the team dynamic; they're just positioned the same way in the mind of each text's narrator.

I read Taylor's reaction to Alec as one part fear-response to people who seem to delight in other's pain for no obvious reason, and one part a reaction to all the stuff she doesn't like about herself projected onto some twink in leggings. Her fixation on the idea that Regent must just like hurting people, that its just the kind of person he is, comes from the same scared confusion about why her best friend and the whole of the school started torturing her for no apparent reason. Its a reaction from a person who still categorizes everyone as bullies or victims, and is distressed about whether there's more to that and where she is on the spectrum. In her mind, he's a kinda evil dude that likes to hurt people because hes a bully and that's what bullies are, but actually maybe he's fine to hang around with? Which is getting churned in her head alongside her pledging to protect people by becoming a horrifying warlord and making long arguments to Pariah and Flechette about how villains can be helpful and heroes can be bullies. Taylor's relationship to Alec and her distance from him is symptomatic of her evolving views about who people can be, what power can be used for, and why people act the way they do.

Of course, Taylor conversely forms one of her strongest emotional bonds with someone who reminds her of her bullies even more than Alec does. But I think this makes sense for the same reason Chris and Kenzie could both remind Victoria of Amy but inspire such differing treatment. Bitch's first encounter with Taylor was a seemingly random attack that Taylor directly compares to the trio's assaults: she instinctively looks for a reason to hold back like she did for them, and then finds freedom in not having one. But while Rachel at first seems to directly fit the "bullies because she's a bully" model, Taylor learns pretty early on that Rachel has perfectly understandable reasons for her behavior, and that she can be predicted and made into a close ally if she just pays attention and puts in the work. Taylor's relationship with Alec is her sticking to the idea that the world is bullies and victims, and you have to find your place in it without understanding it because there's nothing more to understand. Taylor's relationship with Rachel, meanwhile, is her finding out the world isn't just bullies doing bad things because they're bad people. Rachel is the possibility of understanding the world, bringing it to heel, learning to love it and make it love you.

Similarly, Victoria's relationship with Chris is a reflection of everything she internalized from the Wretchening, while her relationship with Kenzie is her reacting against those internalized lessons towards something more hopeful. Chris is a medical freak who becomes a horrible misshapen monster on a regular basis and who suffers horribly for it, yet keeps choosing to do so. He's wretchening himself at the slightest provocation—he's impatient to wretchen himself! Add to that how his emotions rule him to the degree that they physically transform him, and that he shows absolutely no desire to reign them in, and its pretty clear why Victoria is often so negative to him. He's a powderkeg waiting to go off in a horrible way like his sister was, filled with strange and offputting desires turned into strange and offputting flesh, and unlike Amy he doesn't even have the decency to shamefully repress it. Chris is Amy as the deviant who qua deviancy will inevitably be a danger to everyone around him. Kenzie, meanwhile, is Amy as the sister who gave too much of herself. Victoria's shown at times that she hasn't forgotten how she loved Amy as a sister, how she wasn't inherently evil. She spoke with regret about not listening to Amy when she begged Victoria not to hug her. And she's pretty much said in-text "I don't want Kenzie, who I love as I once loved my sister, to exhaust herself to the point that she becomes lost in the way my sister did." Victoria looks at Chris and is reminded of all her fears of what strange and dangerous people will do, of her belief that bad people do bad things because their bad people. Victoria looks at Kenzie and remembers that's not true, and that she can do something about it.

[manias-wordcount]

Special Treatment (Takehisa Hinawa, Akitaru Obi)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty-Eight: Body Worship

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Everyone told you that if you had to join one of the Special Fire Force Companies, you avoid eight at all costs.

They were the youngest out of all the Special Companies and always seemed to be caught up in the type of business that would make just about anyone nervous about coming in for work. The type of place that nice girls like you shouldn’t be, apparently.

But when you toured there, everyone was so kind to you. The Captain was attentive as he showed you around the facilities. The Lieutenant answered all your questions and didn’t make you feel bad whenever you felt that you were asking something stupid. You even got along well with the others the younger members of the company too. Watching Shinra and Arthur squabble about the dumbest things made you feel like you feel like you had a set of little brothers who just refused to get along. Tamaki reminded you of yourself when you were younger. Iris was as sweet as can be. And connecting with Maki was like a dream come true since the two of you were only a few years apart. 

So to you, it was no surprise that you ended that tour with an hour-long session of signing and going over paperwork- certifying that they were going to take you on their team in a position best suited their needs and your abilities. And it was no surprise that you were invited back to the Company for a uniform fitting in a couple of days so you’d be ready when you were officially scheduled for your first day. It only seemed natural, after all. But this…?

This was anything but natural.

“Really don’t want to have to hide all this body in such a bulky uniform.” Captain Obi murmured right by your ear. His voice was low- heavier sounding than it was a couple of days ago. It caused an involuntary shiver to run down your spine, and a second later you can hear the deep rumble of his laughter come out just as clearly. Instantly, you feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, instantly signaling how flustered and affected you were by his words. Something you could only hope would go unnoticed by the two men. Not that it mattered much at this point anyway. “How about we just keep you at the office, hmm? Right where it’s safe.”

They had already seen enough of you.

You were just in the middle of changing out of your street clothes in a closet they let you borrow for the time being when Lieutenant Hinawa stepped inside. The back zipper to your dress was stuck and you had just managed to suck in your pride and try to call for Maki when Lieutenant Hinawa came inside to check on you. He seemed empathetic to your plight and how no problem with stepping behind you and attempting to take on the zipper for himself. Though you hardly noticed how much success he made with his attempts before he ended up calling Captain Obi in for backup.

You were too busy focusing on the hand Lieutenant Hinawa had placed on the small of your back, wondering if he could feel just how nervous you were. But luckily, Captain Obi came to your recuse a minute later, strolling in with a smile on his face and laughter on his tongue- reminding you that this was really no big deal. For him, a simple zipper snagged on a piece of fabric was no problem. And so, moments after he arrived your zipper was unstuck and your dress was tumbling to the floor. And suddenly, this was a big deal. A big, embarrassing, mortifyingly huge deal. Because you were now standing practically naked in front of your superiors after only meeting them on a couple of occasions. 

And they weren’t afraid to let you know exactly how it made them feel.

“C-Captain…” You couldn’t help but stutter out your response, not really sure of what to say or how to go about things. Especially considering that you’re a very nice hire to the extremely handsome men standing in the same room as you. At the moment. Captain Obi is still behind you. But the second your dress fell to the floor, you found your backside being pulled into his chest as he slowly rolled his hips into you. You remember gasping as you felt what you could only imagine to be his cock through the fabric of his pants pressed up against you. You remember gasping out again as Captain Obi’s large hands come from behind to cup your boobs above your bra. Squeezing and holding them and cupping them tightly as he groaned out loud about how he knew hiring you was only going to get him in trouble.“I…um…”

But it wasn’t only Captain Obi. Lieutenant Hinawa had taken refuge on the floor, kneeling down in the space in front of you as his hands found their way to your hips, smoothing over your curves you’re made of something precious. The intense reaction from Captain Obi definitely had you growing flustered at first touch. But the longer the Lieutenant would stare at your body, the more you started to shrink under his gaze. The normally unaffected man seemed to be enamored with your now-revealed panties and the dark stain growing on the fabric between your thighs as you struggled to hide just how turned on you were.  

But to Lieutenant Hinawa, that was okay. It just showed how receptive you were to their touch. It just showed that you could follow orders- you could follow their lead. And that you would look absolutely desirable doing it.

“We didn’t sign her up to be the secretary. Her reported skill set states that she belongs on the field,” Lieutenant Hinawa spoke up finally, his voice nonchalant as ever as he leaned in closer to your body while challenging the ideas of his superior. You couldn’t help but let out a soft whine as you watched him press his nose against your panties- directly where you were starting to make a mess of yourself- and take a deep inhale of your scent down there. Through his glasses, you see his eyes practically roll into the back of his head momentarily, before his grip on your body tightens significantly. Almost in an attempt to group himself and regain composure. “Although… I’m not opposed to such a change.”

You let out another soft sound as Lieutenant Hinawa opens his eyes to peer up at you, fingers gravitating lower and lower until they’re dancing along the seams of your panties. At the same time, you felt Captain Obi’s head tuck down by your neck before he pressed his lips to a particularly sensitive spot and started to kiss at it. Almost like encouraging you to think about it. Almost like enabling you to entertain your superior's words. Just for a little while. But the part of you that’s not too occupied with holding back your moans while one of your bosses gropes at your chest and the other has his nose brush shameless against your clit wants to protest. Because secretary is not the job you signed up for. You remember expressly talking to them about how you hope to be of use to people and the team while in the field. You remember being proud of all the experience you could show off on your resume because of just how hard you worked to get there. Just how hard you worked to get here. But now…?

Why does it feel so tempting to just give in to whatever they have to say to you? Why does it feel so tempting to just throw all that hard work away if it means that one of them will finally decide to properly spread your legs and take care of business like their touches promised they would?

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Captain Obi asks, and you can’t help but shiver at the way he all but purrs the new petname he just bestowed upon you. It comes out so smoothly. Without hesitation or falter. It makes you wonder if they’ve done this type of thing to other girls before. But one quick glance at Lieutenant Hinawa sitting on his knees and huffing the scent of your panties while they’re still on you like it’s the most normal yet sacred thing to do in the world has you wanting to believe that you’re the first and only girl they’ve done this to. And if it were up to you? You’d like for it to stay that way. “Sure you don’t want to switch jobs? It’ll make the Lieutenant and I really happy.”

“I… I can handle it…” You try to tell them quietly, head tilting to the side to give Captain Obi more space to switch from kissing to sucking at that particular spot on your neck. But your voice is starting to get as shaky as your legs, and you’re not even sure if you managed to convince yourself that you still want a path for yourself. “I- I can do it…s-sirs…”

Because the action of fighting alongside your comrades and saving lives is a noble one. And it’s always been your dream to save people. To help those in need. But is it really so bad to be spoiled every once and a while? Is it really so bad to don the pencil skirt and work behind a computer for just a little while? You did nearly work yourself ragged trying to get qualified to move from the regular forces to one of the special companies…

“Are you sure, sweetheart? It’s okay to say no.” Captain Obi presses on, voice warm and comforting. He’s making the pitch as a suggestion- not as your boss or authority right now. A suggestion that he and his second-in-command are in on. A suggestion that won’t get you punished if you reject it. But a suggestion that he and his second-in-command would be really, really, really happy if you were to consider. And unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) for you, it’s working. It’s working really well. Or perhaps the answer now dancing on your lips has more to do with the fact that Captain’s Obi fingers are starting to slip beneath your bra, subtly showing just how much he’s itching to take it off of you at the first chance he gets. A chance that you can have every day if you. A chance that you can have if you just say yes. “Your captain and Lieutenant here have no problem taking care of you if that’s what you really want.”

Is that what you really want? You think so. No, actually- you know so at this point. You know you want it. You know you do. And they know you want it too. Why else would Captain Obi be cooing at your so softly as you rock your hips into Lieutenant Hinawa’s open mouth as he lips and sucks on the spot where your clit is right over your panties. Why else would Lieutenant Hinawa be offering to give you a proper demonstration so long as you get dressed long enough (given your promise to let him keep your panties in his pocket) for you to go sign a different pile of paperwork in his office? A pile that he had prepared in advance in case ‘you changed your mind.’

But the more you stand here with their hands running wild over your body and the voices taking turns murmuring sweet nothings and promises in your ear, the more you grow excited about this job ahead of you. About the life ahead of you. And it’s all because you worked so hard. It’s all because you put in the hours. It’s all because you did your due diligence. It’s all because you didn’t listen to the advice you heard about Special Fire Force Company 8. The advice tells you to avoid it at all costs. But above all else?

It’s all because you have two good, handsome, and caring superiors. Ready to do just about anything for you.

[christa-tomlinson-romance-author]

A Kiss for the Birthday Boy - A SoapGhost Drabble.

“Here’s to Soap. A year older, but not much wiser.”

Cheers and laughs followed the toast from a member of the 141’s support team. The soldiers with plastic cups in their hands raised them high before tossing back their shots of whisky. Happy to have survived another year while doing one of the most dangerous jobs on earth, Soap tossed his shot back along with everyone else.

The 141 and a few other soldiers had taken over the rec room to celebrate Soap’s birthday. Gaz had snuck in a bottle of Soap’s favorite Lagavulin to celebrate, Price had cigars to share, and Ghost brought a deck of cards for poker.

“He might be a year older, but he’s still the fucking baby of the group,” Gaz said as he affectionately scruffed Soap’s mohawk.

Used to Gaz holding their slight age difference over his head, Soap simply grinned and accepted the rough affection without complaint.  

“Alright, boys. It’s almost lights out. Time to wrap it up.”

Groans followed Price’s announcement but soldiers immediately started to get up from their chairs or their spots lounging on one of the beat up old couches.

“We’ll handle the cleaning,” Price said. “Ghost, make sure he gets back to his room okay.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Soap protested.

But apparently Ghost agreed with their captain. He tugged Soap up from his chair.

“Come on, sergeant. Let’s go.”

Soap followed Ghost from the rec room. He was mostly steady on his feet as they made their way to the hall that housed their quarters. The walk was short – both of them quiet – Ghost a dark, familiar presence at Soap’s side. They stopped when they reached Soap’s room.

“Good night,” Ghost said before he moved to continue on to his own room.

“Wait.” Soap reached out and caught Ghost’s wrist. It was a testament to the allowances Ghost had granted him in their friendship that he didn’t immediately pull away from the light hold. “I want a birthday gift,” Soap said.

“Already got you a gift, Johnny.”

“You did and it’s lovely. But I want something more personal.”

Ghost turned back, stepping in close to face Soap.

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

Soap leaned back against the door, a cheeky grin on his face as he looked up at his lieutenant. “A kiss. From you.”

Ghost watched him silently for a long moment before he asked him a question.

“How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough to have the courage to ask for what I’ve been wanting. Not so drunk that I won’t remember in the morning if I get it.”

“Hmmm.”

Ghost moved in even closer, bracing a forearm on the door above Soap’s head. Soap swallowed hard at the way he was caged in by Ghost’s looming bulk. He watched with his heart pounding as his lieutenant rolled up his balaclava to the bridge of his nose. Was Ghost actually going to grant his birthday wish? His lips were there, inches from his own. But Ghost didn’t move to kiss him.

“Well?” Soap asked somewhat impatiently. He wanted his kiss.

“Open the door, Johnny. I’m not kissing you out here for the entire base to see.”

Ecstatic that it was actually happening, Soap dug in his pocket for his security key. Refusing to take his eyes off Ghost in fear that if he did the man might change his mind and disappear, he fumbled behind him to slap the key card over the sensor and unlock the door. The door swung open and he stumbled back into his bedroom.

Ghost followed, quietly closing the door behind him.

The room was dark, the only light that of the security lights outside coming in the small, single window. Soap stood in the middle of the room, waiting.

Ghost took the three steps to meet him, gloved hands coming up to cup his face. He lowered his head, pausing just before their lips met. Soap moved that final inch, pressing their lips together in their first kiss. It was soft, a hesitant, barely-there touch. They parted immediately after, shaky breaths escaping between them as they stared at each other. Then, Ghost kissed him again, this time without the hesitance of before.

Ghost brought their mouths together in a deep kiss that sent tingles down Soap’s spine. He easily took control, just as he did in the field, sucking at Soap’s bottom lip, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. Soap let him lead, his eyes drifting shut as he stood there in his tiny room, kissing his lieutenant.  And when Ghost teased the seam of Soap’s lips with the tip of his tongue, Soap immediately parted them to grant him entrance.

He moaned as Ghost licked into his mouth, his tongue sliding over his own in a slick caress. Ghost’s hands moved to grip his waist to bring them closer together and Soap raised up on his toes to loop his arms around Ghost’s neck. Their kiss turned hot and wet and it felt so right, so good, that Soap was desperate for more.

By the time Ghost pulled back, Soap’s heart was racing, and they both were breathing with sharp, rushed breaths. Soap slowly opened his eyes and met Ghost’s dark gaze. “I’ve wanted that for a long time,” he admitted with a husky laugh.

Ghost ran a thumb over his lips.

“So have I.”

Wanting another taste of the man he’d been craving for months, Soap lightly sucked the pad of that broad thumb into his mouth. He released him with a soft kiss, then spoke with his lips brushing against the damp digit. “Maybe I can have more of what I’ve been wanting?” he asked with what he hoped was an alluring look from beneath his lashes.

A soft smile tugged up one side of Ghost’s mouth and he let his hand fall away. “Greedy. You only asked for a kiss, MacTavish.”

Always shameless, Soap was even more so with several shots of whisky coursing through his blood. “Now I’m asking for more.”

Ghost shook his head.

“Not tonight.”

“Next time?” He couldn’t help but push, hoping that there would indeed be a next time.

“Yes. Next time.”

Relief that this wasn’t a one-time thing, and maybe the Lagavulin too, had Soap swaying on his feet. “Good,” he said.

Ghost gently chucked Soap under his chin.

“Get some sleep, birthday boy.”

Soap nodded, and after one final quick kiss, Ghost left.

Practically floating he was so happy, and definitely drunk, Soap struggled to get his boots off. Then he plopped face down on his bed fully clothed. A silly grin curled his mouth as he nestled into the pillow. He’d finally kissed Ghost and it was even better than he’d imagined. Soap drifted away into sleep, with thoughts of next time following him into his dreams.

[ateez-himari]

MCOUNTDOWN: ATEEZ TAKES THE SPOLIGHT

Incredible stage presence sparks dating rumors.

October 16, 2023 (6:10PM)

Once again ATEEZ electrified the crowd and stayed true to their hard earned title of 'Performance Kings' during MCountdown in France, turning this simple stage in what resembled a full concert. While the focus was on their incredible abilities to light up the venue with every performance, heated interactions between certain bandmates did not go by unnoticed. Although the group is no stranger to rather close exchanges, the ones shared by main rapper Mingi and lead vocalist Himari left certain attendees with speculations of their own.

During the dance break in 'WONDERLAND (Symphony No.9 “From The Wonderland”)' the maknae took over the second half with mesmerizing movements and while in other showcases of this song the rapper stands back before his verse, the choreography seemed to have undergone some changes. For the last few beats containing the kraken's roar from their 'Kingdom: Legendary War' stage, he stepped forth to mirror her steps and snuck his hand up to his bandmate's neck, the two nearly brushing lips before pulling apart.

In the choreography for their recent comeback title track 'Bouncy (K-Hot Chilli Peppers)' they share the beginning of a verse and although this segment is well known to be quite flirtatious, it was noticed that Mingi's hand was resting on her hip, a form of skinship quite discrete yet intimate enough to leave fans thinking. Though the song they released as KQ Fellaz called 'From' did not have any of these quite intimate interactions, a series of heartwarming stolen glances were caught by the event's cameras.

With their main vocalist's recovery the group finally stood on stage as 9 members for the first time in a few months and while all were visibly thrilled, the maknae's overwhelming happiness pulled at many people's heartstrings whether fan or not. The physically demanding choreographies left very little room for interactions during songs but it apparently did not discourage Himari, who made the most of their short break following the opening performance.

During a brief game called 'ATEEZ x Your Name' the energetic idol's hand took a hold of Jongho's, not letting go for a single moment as they walked around the stage greeting fans and searching for name tags. Even though he is well known throughout the fandom for rejecting any form of physical affection, it became clear that only she could get away with it when he did nothing but bring her closer to his side and interlace their fingers.

We can safely say that '9 makes 1 team' is much more than a simple catchphrase, that it is a testament to these artists' undying bond.

The group's social butterfly caught people's attention until the very end of the event as a certain side of the audience captured a rather amusing moment between her and a younger idol. When came time for artists to walk around the stage in order to greet attendees, Ricky, a member of rookie group ZEROBASEONE, seemed oblivious to the fact he had been separated from his bandmates and was now following ATEEZ. When Himari was walking back up to her friends after a lively conversation with several other idols, she took notice of the unusual addition to their group and was quick to approach her junior. Whilst he clearly seemed flustered that a senior he expressed a strong admiration for had noticed him, the vocalist gently lead him back to the center where the other boys looked visibly concerned about his sudden disappearance.

It isn't often the maknae gets to show such a mature side of herself due to her position at the bottom of her group's age order so it is refreshing to see that while she enjoys being pampered by her bandmates, she can also take on the role of a caring senior.

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