#but at least he is moving out from there next month

[03jyh23]

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☕️┆more than just coffee

kim hongjoong x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where hongjoong finally makes a move

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none

│roulette prompt 4 + hongjoong

You were sprawled across the sofa in Hongjoong's studio. Being his best friend meant regular visits to his studio were mandatory - especially when armed with his favorite iced coffee. Though if anyone asked you, the coffee was just a bonus - you were the real gift, a fact you never failed to remind him whenever he pretended to be annoyed by your surprise appearances.

"...and the deadline is in two days! TWO DAYS! How am I supposed to finish this track when the company keeps changing their mind about the direction?" Hongjoong ran his fingers through his blue hair, sprawling on his chair.

You watched him with a small smile playing on your lips, finding his passionate rant endearing. His dedication to his work was one of the things you admired most about him.

Mid-rant, he caught your expression and stopped abruptly. "What?" he asks as your smile only widens, making him suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You smile. "You're just really cute when you talk."

Hongjoong's face flushes a deep red, and he quickly spins his chair back to face his computer screen. "I-I'm not cute," he mutters, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink. "And stop distracting me, I need to work."

You got up from the sofa. "Alright, if you really want me to go..." you tease as you take your bag.

Hongjoong's head snaps up immediately, his eyes widening. "Wait, no - I didn't mean..." He trails off, looking torn between his work and not wanting you to leave. "Just... stay a bit longer? Please?"

"Only if you'll agree that you are cute," you say as you come close to him, ruffling his blue fringe. It always surprised you how he maintained his hair so soft while bleaching it at least twice a month. He takes your wrist, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want you thinking I'm cute," he almost whispers, tone suddenly serious as the atmosphere changes. "Y/N... do you really see me only as your cute friend?"

Your heart skips a beat at his question, at the intensity in his gaze as he still holds your wrist. The playful atmosphere from moments ago has shifted into something charged with unspoken feelings. You open your mouth to answer, but the words catch in your throat.

"What do you mean?" you ask softly, though your racing heart tells you that you know exactly what he means.

Hongjoong's grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles on your skin, "I mean... when you look at me, when you come here with coffee and make me laugh even on my worst days, when you stay despite my workaholic tendencies... what do you feel?"

You let out an awkward laugh, the sound coming out more like a puff of air than anything else. Your heart is thundering in your chest.

"I..." you start, trying to find the right words while fighting the urge to deflect with humor like you usually do. Your palms are sweaty, and you're terrified of ruining years of friendship with what you might say next. "I come here because..." you pause, swallowing hard. "Because I like being around you, you’re my best friend..." The last part comes out barely above a whisper, and you can't quite meet his eyes.

Hongjoong's hands tighten slightly around your wrist, and you can feel him tense at your words. "Best friend," he repeats, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Fuck it," he mutters, rising from his chair abruptly. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer, leaving barely any space between you. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe this will change your mind," he whispers, and before you can process what's happening, he closes the remaining distance.

His lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, soft and hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond by sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, one hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist.

You pull back, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. "Well," you say with a nervous laugh, "I don't remember this being in the friendship contract. Did we miss a clause somewhere?"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a light push. "Really? That's what you're going with right now?" He drops back into his chair, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you make dad jokes."

"It's part of my charm," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, still affected by the kiss.

"You're impossible," he mutters, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile.

"I like you too," you blurt out suddenly, making Hongjoong freeze. "And not just as a friend. I... I've liked you for a while now."

His eyes light up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Yeah?" he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah," you confirm, intertwining your fingers with his. "Though I have to warn you, the coffee deliveries might get more expensive now that we're dating."

Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up, and he gives you an incredulous look. "Oh, so we're dating now? Just like that?" He leans back in his chair with an amused smirk. "I don't remember being asked on a proper date yet. The audacity!"

You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Are you saying you want me to woo you, Kim Hongjoong?"

"I'm just saying," he says with an exaggerated sniff, "that a person of my caliber deserves at least a proper dinner invitation before being claimed as someone's boyfriend."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes fondly. "Kim Hongjoong, would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe somewhere that serves better coffee than what I bring you?"

His face breaks into that bright smile you love so much. "Now was that so hard?" he teases, pulling you closer. "And for the record, no coffee tastes better than the ones you bring me."

You pull him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the unspoken feelings you've held back for so long. When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you wearing matching grins. "So, about that date..." you start, but Hongjoong's already reaching for his coat.

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req for thanos x shy reader who wears glasses?

'SHRINKING VIOLET

PAIRING: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

SYPNOSIS: you and thanos had been inseparable since middle school, watching eachother grow into adulthood. you'd been with eachother through good and bad, so what would happen if the both of you suddenly caught feeling for one another?

CONTENT: non-squid game au, childhood best friends awww, kinda corny, lots nn lots of fluff

AUTHORS NOTE: omg i loved writing this!! its super short bcs i wanted to hurry up nn publish your request but i hope u like ittt

[words: 717]

THE first day of school was always a nightmare, and being in a new city made it worse. You missed your old school, teachers, friends, and the comfort of familiar routines. Eighth grade was especially tough, as everyone else already had their friend groups established, causing you to feel like an outsider.

For the first few months, you floated around like a ghost, trying to avoid the rude kids. You went to a particularly large school, so your bus stop had at least 10-15 other people waiting there. Unfortunately, they were all the wrong types: smokers, gossipers, egotistical athletes—the worst of the worst. Already having a bad day, you decided to put in your headphones to tune them out.

Suddenly, someone slammed roughly into your back, sending you crashing face-first into the concrete. “Oh shit!” a voice shouted behind you.

Quickly, you gathered your belongings, but it was difficult. “Shit sorry, I tried to yell. Are these yours?” an older boy said, picking up a colorful skateboard. You noticed him presenting your glasses in his hand. With a small nod, you took them from him, but they were now crooked, making you groan.

“You okay? You went down pretty hard,” he asked, worry in his voice. “Mhm, sorry,” you replied quietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more.

His head tilted as he looked at you. “Aren’t you in my science class?” he questioned. You stared at him, confused. You weren't too good with remembering faces. “I’m Su-bong, Choi Su-bong. I sit next to the teacher?”

Now you remembered him—the boy who wouldn’t stop making pencil-beats on the desk during class, causing the teacher to move his seat up front by hers. He had a bright smile and a confident demeanor, one of the more outspoken kids. Embarrassed, you mumbled a quick 'sorry', wishing to disappear.

“Don’t be sorry! I recognized you. You’re the new kid, right?” he said with a chuckle, making you shrink further into your shell.

You expected him to laugh at your quietness, but instead, he leaned against the bus stop, looking genuinely interested. “Since you're new, let me be your first friend. I promise it'll be worth it,” he offered, a playful grin on his face.

Your first instinct was to walk away, to assume his friendliness was just an act or a joke. But he spoke with a sincerity that made you want to believe him. “Why do you want to be my friend?” you asked, hesitant and stuttering over your words.

“Because you seem cool,” he replied nonchalantly. “I hate seeing people alone at school, it makes me feel bad. C'mon, I can show you the best spots in the cafeteria, which teachers to watch out for. It'll be fun!”

Stuck between anxiety and hope, you struggled to find the right words. His enthusiasm chipped away at your walls, and the idea of friendship began to settle in your mind. “Okay,” you said shyly, feeling a mix of excitement and fear.

From that point on, you two were inseparable. From that first day you became friends all the way to graduation, you never left each other's side. You experienced everything together, helping him build his rap career as 'Thanos', going to your first party together, smoking together, even going to prom as each other's dates. It wasn't until your adult life that you started confusing your feelings for him.

Su-bong had always been good-looking; you couldn't deny that, but you never saw him like that. You loved him in a completely platonic way, or so you thought. It seemed as if your feelings for him had hit like a bus.

It was completely out of nowhere—a random Tuesday afternoon. The both of you were hanging out by an abandoned building, a place you visited regularly. Going to random places and smoking together had become a routine for both of you, but this time was different.

The way the golden light from the sunset hit his face just the right way, the deepness of his voice, the way your hands grazed slightly as you passed the blunt to each other—it did something to you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. It was like a revelation, constantly revealing desires and emotions you had long buried.

Of course, though, you’d never dare to bring it up. I mean, come on, all the years you’d been friends, what were the chances of you both randomly catching feelings at the same time? Every time he laughed or nudged you, it was a reminder of the line you couldn't cross. So, you kept your feelings hidden to protect your heart and cherished friendship.

After getting as high as the both of you could handle, you decided to go back home. As you got into the passenger seat of his car, the air was thick with unspoken words. The soft glow of the sky above illuminated his sharp features, and you studied every part as if he were on display at an art gallery. You could feel his boldness radiating, but he also sensed your shyness. As you fidgeted with your glasses, he smirked and broke the silence.

“Hey, you know,” he said, leaning back in his seat hazily, “those glasses of yours? They’re kinda cute.” There was a teasing tone in his voice that made your cheeks heat up and you looked away, trying to hide your smile.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, heart racing. Thanos chuckled softly, his mood shifting slightly as he took a deep breath. “Look, I gotta be real with you for a sec. I’ve been thinkin’ a lot lately… and honestly, I’ve been feelin’ more than just friends. Like, a lot more.”

Your heart stopped. Could this be it? “What do you mean?” you asked, curiosity overpowering your surprise. Something changed in you for sure, but did he actually feel the same way?

“I mean c’mon, we hang out all the time, I just can’t ignore it anymore. I really care about you. You’re my best friend and all, but I want more than that.” Thanos admitted, a smirk creeping on his face. That smile truly sent your heart in a whirlwind.

A million thoughts raced through your mind. The air in the car felt condensed, and you found your voice trembling just a bit. “Y-you’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in a little closer, his strong gaze locked on yours. “I’m serious. And I hope you feel the same.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “I do. I really do,” you said, in disbelief of this entire situation. Maybe it was the weed getting to your heads, but this moment felt truly euphoric.

Before you could say another word, Thanos leaned in closely, lips brushing softly against yours. The moment your lips connected, everything around you faded; nothing outside of that car existed anymore.

The feeling was electric, sending waves of warmth through your body. All other thoughts left your mind, and you felt dizzy with the feeling of his soft mouth moving against yours. You were overly aware of everything—the way your heart raced, how his hand felt on your cheek, and the happiness bubbling in your chest.

When he pulled away, both of you were breathless, smiling at each other with surprise. The doubt that you felt faded into the background, replaced with an undeniable joy. His eyes sparkled with the same wonder and mischief that had always drawn you to him. You both smiled, the tension evaporating as laughter bubbled up from within.

“Wow,” he said, still grinning. “That was… nice.” You giggled at his loss of words. You'd never seen Thanos so nervous. “Yeah, nice,” you echoed, heart still racing.

With a sparkle in his eye, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers. Slowly, he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently, and you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. The sweet gesture left you speechless, heart thumping wildly as you stared into his eyes.

“Now that feels nice, too,” he said softly, gaze locked on yours as he held your hand to his heart. “Guess that’s a proper confession, huh?”

You laughed, feeling light as air. “Definitely," you responded, voice slightly shaky due to the immense amount of happiness running through your veins.

The sweetness of the moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You felt shy and flustered, but also excited—excited for what was to come. His eyes held all the hope you could dream of, and in that moment, you knew you were ready for this new step with him. As you exchanged smiles, it hit you that this was just the start.

You couldn’t wait to see where this new chapter in your relationship would lead you both. Wherever it may be, you were ready to face it side by side, you two against the world. In that perfect instant of the moment, everything felt infinite.

And as the warmth of the moment surrounded you both, the sun lowered beyond the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and purple—a promising picture for your future. You both shared a knowing look, laughter lingering in the air as you realized that you were embarking on not just a journey of love, but an adventure of life that you were both willing to embrace with open arms.

[fruitjoos]

It happened in middle school. The moment that loser muttered, “It was just a prank,” you knew—you were unlovable. Your existence was nothing more than cheap laughs and cruel jokes for others to toss around. It didn’t matter that for the next four years, the kindest souls would practically worship the ground you walked on. You never believed them. Not again.

In your opinion, all men were stupid. That included your small circle of friends from your freshman year at Stanford. You could understand why Tashi Duncan broke up with him. Honestly, she was the epitome of class. What knocked her screws loose enough to let him tear through her perfect little life in the first place, you had no idea. You watched as she and Art closed the nonexistent space Patrick had left behind, moving as if he had never existed. Like they didn’t care that he ever had.

It was sad.

Almost as pathetic as Patrick glueing himself to your side for the next eighteen months.

Whenever he visited campus, he followed you on quick grocery runs, camped out in your dorm while you studied, and sometimes, you’d come back to find your CD collection arranged alphabetically, your bed neatly made, or your laundry folded on your desk chair. You felt bad. So bad. You pitied him.

Just as you were settling into bed, ready to crack open your notes, he knocked. You let him in, watching as he shuffled through his bag, raving about some movie he’d bought for the Friday night tradition you’d fallen into.

“Can’t do movie night tonight,” you said, flipping through your textbook. You had a test on Monday.

You could tell he was falling for you. But you wouldn’t budge. And he noticed.

Yet instead of realizing you weren’t interested, he convinced himself he was the problem.

Patrick never said it out loud, but you could see it—the way his shoulders tensed whenever you brushed him off, the way his excitement dulled whenever you told him you were busy. He never complained, never asked for more than what you were willing to give. Instead, he tried harder.

He stayed longer.

He became a fixture in your life without you even realizing it.

At first, it was convenient. Having someone around who knew how you took your coffee, who grabbed your favorite snacks without asking, who could exist in your space without demanding too much from you. But then, it became exhausting. Because Patrick wasn’t just there—he was waiting. For what, you weren’t sure.

Maybe for you to finally look at him the way you once looked at Art. Maybe for you to say yes instead of I can’t tonight. Maybe for you to admit that all the time you spent together meant something more than just habit.

But it didn’t.

At least, not to you.

And yet, every Friday, he still showed up with a new movie. Every weekend, he still found a reason to stay. And every time you let him in, you knew—he was getting his hopes up for something that was never going to happen.

One Friday, just like every other, Patrick made his way to your dorm, a new DVD tucked under his arm. He was mid knock when he heard your voice—laughing, casual, the way you always were when you didn’t think he was around.

“He’s just so clingy.”

Patrick’s hand froze inches from the door.

“Like, it’s kind of pathetic at this point. He follows me everywhere.”

“He doesn’t have anything else going on,” Art chimed in, ever the instigator.

Tashi hummed in agreement. “I mean… it’s sad. He needs a life.”

Patrick didn’t stick around. His stomach twisted, embarrassment curdling in his chest like spoiled milk. He turned on his heel and walked away, the DVD still clutched in his hand.

You thought he was clingy? You thought he had nothing else going on?

He didn’t know what hurt more—the fact that you said it, or the fact that you were right.

That night, he didn’t text. He didn’t show up the next day either.

For the first time in eighteen months, he tried to figure out what his life looked like without you at the center of it.

Tennis. He could go back to that. Try to get on the ATP tour again, even if it meant swallowing his pride. If that didn’t work, maybe he’d get a job—something, anything to make it seem like he wasn’t just orbiting around you, waiting for some kind of purpose.

Because apparently, waiting on you made him pathetic.

Patrick tried. He really did.

He filled out applications, half heartedly scrolling through job listings like any of them would ever compare to being around you. He picked up his racket again, muscle memory guiding him through serves and volleys, but it didn’t feel the same. His body was there, but his mind?

It was with you.

He found himself lingering outside your dorm, fingers flexing at his sides, debating whether to knock. He told himself he was just passing by. Just happened to be in the area. But the truth was, staying away from you felt worse than the embarrassment of knowing what you really thought of him.

So he caved.

One knock, then two.

You opened the door, surprised, blinking at him like you weren’t expecting to see him again. Like you had noticed his absence.

“Hey,” you said, voice soft like butter.

And just like that, he was right back where he started.

[kiszjuli]

CLASS CRUSH .ᐟ

✸ TA!jeno x fem!reader | genre. fluff | w.c. 2.0k | ♡

↳ synopsis. in which your shy and reserved TA from your literature class started acting a little different. harboring a crush on you for months, he finally gets the courage to confess to you…on valentine’s day.

↳playlist. unkown - nct dream, coffee - beabadoobee, can i be him? - james arthur, walk with you - nct dream, pretty u - seventeen, your eyes - stray kids.

a typical afternoon in your literature class, which happened to be one of your favorite classes, your professor stood at the front going about his lecture of romantic poetry. the sounds of pens and pencils scribbling as your class took notes.

a shadow falls over your desk, and the faint smell of fresh mint filling your nostrils. you look up from your paper and see jeno. he was this classes' TA. he also happened to be part of the reason you definitely didn't mind this class. he was always so patient and kind when explaining things, and had such a comforting presence about him- something you admired.

"hey," his soft husky voice warming your heart. lifting your head to glance up at him, your gaze fell down to the papers in his hands, taking note of the tight grip he had on them. something was a little...off about his usual calm demeanor.

"here's the handout," he said tearing his eyes off you and placing the paper out in front of you on your desk. instead of instantly moving to the next person, he lingers.

you wait a couple more seconds before speaking yourself. "thanks," you mutter quietly.

"oh! uh- yeah you're welcome," he stammers and moves past you to the next desk.

you have trouble holding back a small smile as you watch him, seeing the slight redness of his ears.

─

that was one of the first times you started to notice his slightly different behavior towards you. you started to notice jeno stealing small glances at you during classes, and every time, he would immediately advert his eyes.

sometimes when you would have group assignments, you found him enthusiastically responding to your comments and points. something the other students seem to catch on to.

it even got to the point where you found out he was noticing little things about you.

you came into class one day with a different notebook than usual, your other notebook having been full, you went out and bought a new one. the design was similar, the same colors that matched all your other stationary.

jeno was walking past your desk, trying to keep his eyes away from you, just as you pulled out your notebook. class hadn't started yet, so he figured it would be okay to talk to you.

"i like your new notebook," he offers with a small smile and a motion to your notebook.

"hm? oh! thank you.." you glance from your notebook to him.

"of course," he says and tries to walk away as normal as possible.

you sit there thinking about the interaction. how had he noticed before any of your friends? or even at all?

─

all of these interactions have been the reason that for the past couple of weeks, you couldn't get jeno out of your mind. his professionalism seeming to waver when he was near you. the way he acted slightly more tentative to you- all of which the class seemed to notice too.

today was no different, except for that it was valentine's day. you tried to ignore all the pink and red decorations around campus. while it wasn't your least favorite holdiay, you could've gone without seeing all of the couples kissing and smiling and holding hands as they do normally. for some reason it was just different on valentine's day. not that you were bitter about it, you just wished that one day you could experience the love that other people did on valentine's day.

breaking you from your thoughts, your professor started the lecture. today he had a simple assignment, which you were thankful for. you couldn't focus much anyway. not with the lingering eyes you felt from across the room. the subtle glances throughout classes, not so subtle anymore. you felt a slight tint in your cheeks and shook your head trying to get to work. you'd be lying if you said jeno wasn't an attractive man, anyone could see that.

eventually, class came to an end, and everyone starting to pack up. you moved slowly, not in a hurry as your classmates seemed to file out pretty quickly. leaving you and a few other people scattered in the room.

"hey.."

you turn and look up seeing jeno nearing your desk. his less formal attire today- a white button down with some black slacks, adorned with a pink tie. and of course, his usual silver-rimmed glasses.

"hi jeno," you offer a small smile as you stand from your seat. hsi expression was slightly nervous unlike during class, which was a face you started becoming accustomed to when he talked to you.

"i, uh.." he trails scratching the back of his neck and glancing at the door for a second. he contemplated just running out and hoping you would forget he even came up to you.

"i was wondering if, um i could talk to you for a minute? outside of class?"

your eyebrows raise slightly in surprise and you comply as you grab your bag. "sure,"

you two step into a quieter part of the hallway. you look over his form as he fidgets with the small stack of papers in his hands- most likely ones that needed grading.

"i hope this isn't weird to you or anything, but i've been meaning to ask you-tell you something," he begins with a soft but uncertain voice.

you wait curiously.

your gaze making him more nervous. he clears his throat and starts again.

"i've really enjoyed getting to know you, through- in class," his words coming out a little rushed. "you're always so engaged and i..i really admire the way you think. i-" he pauses to take a deep breath.

"i like you," he blurts out keeping his eyes on yours. he felt his cheeks starting to burn, matching the pink of his ears. "i have for a while now...but i wasn't sure it was even appropriate. you're a student and i'm your..well, the TA, so i didn't want to make things difficult or uncomfortable,"

your heart seems to skip multiple beats as jeno confesses to you. your own cheeks feeling a slight blush to creep up. he looked so vulnerable, with his nervous gaze and pink ears and shaky grip on the papers.

"i don't think it's inappropriate, not at all," you smile at him. "and i think it's really sweet that you're telling me," you add.

unfortunately he takes your words as an upcoming rejection and his face falters a little. nonetheless, he keeps a hopeful tone.

"really?" you nod still equipped with the smile on your face that he adored so much.

"so...does that mean that you'd maybe, um, like to go out with me sometime? or whenever you're free?" his eyes flickering with a hopeful gaze.

laughing softly at his adorable reaction, you nod again. "yeah, jeno, i'd like that a lot."

you can see the pure relief that washes over his face. a shy smile forms on his face. "okay, great, i could text? if that's okay?"

"perfect," you reply, a shy smile of your own mirroring his, as you exchange numbers.

you walk away, glancing back you catch jeno still standing there, grinning to himself.

and just like that, valentine's day became more bearable.

─

the early evening sun rays painted the campus walls with warm hues as you waited near the library. your heart fluttered thinking about what was to come as you waited for jeno, wanting to be early. you looked down at your phone for the time, as you heard footsteps approaching. looking up, you smiled softly seeing jeno walking towards you with an equally nervous expression, yet his face was adorned with a charming smile.

"hi," he greeted you with that smooth, soft voice you were used to.

"hi," you replied putting your phone away. "so, what's the plan?"

letting out a breathy laugh, jeno scratched the back of his note. "well, it's nothing fancy or anything, but there's this little quiet little diner off-campus that i like. i thought it'd be pretty nice?" his eyes flickering to yours for approval.

you beamed up at him. "that sounds perfect," his shoulders relaxed a litte.

the walk to the diner was light-hearted, filled with easy conversation, though you couldn’t help but notice the way jeno’s fingers twitched at his side a little. almost like he wanted to reach out for your hand but wasn’t sure if he should just yet. the thought made you smile to yourself, and when you ‘accidentally’ bumped his hand with yours, you saw the way his ears turned red.

the diner itself was cozy and warm, with checkered floors and booths tucked into corners. they also had a few valentines themed decorations adorning the walls and booths. jeno led you to a table near the window, where the golden glow of the sunset made everything feel warm and intimate. he handed you a menu, his fingers brushing yours briefly before he quickly pulled away, his blush deepening.

“i actually come here a lot after late classes,” he admitted, fiddling with the menu in his hands. “the food’s nothing fancy, but it’s really good.”

you smiled. “i’ll be the judge of that.”

he chuckled and looked back to his menu.

as you both ordered and the date went on, jeno seemed to relax more. he opened up about little things—his favorite books, his funniest moments as a TA, even how he always tried to act calm in class but was secretly terrified of saying something dumb in front of you.

“you? terrified? you’re, like- one of the most calm and collected people i’ve ever met,” you teased, but with truth behind it.

jeno laughed softly, shaking his head. “not when it comes to you. i… i overthink everything when I’m around you.”

your cheeks heat up and a bashful smile creeps on your face.

after being asked why he looks down to the table, trying to figure it out for himself. “i really don’t know why, but my brain just goes blank when i look at you. sometimes i feel like im going crazy,”

the admission made your cheeks heat up, and you looked down at your plate to hide your smile. you knew that deep down you shared the feeling with him, the more you looked at him in class, the less you could focus.

─

at the end of the meal, jeno insisted on paying, claiming that it was how it should be done- especially on valentine’s day.

you walked back to campus under the soft glow of streetlights keeping the both of you calmed. jeno finally mustered up the courage to take your hand in his. his grip was gentle but firm, and when you glanced at him, his face was red, but he was smiling. a content smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“i had a really good time,” you said softly when you reached your dorm.

“me too,” he replied looking down at you fondly.

you squeezed his hand before stepping closer. “thanks for today, jeno. it was perfect.”

before he could say anything else, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. and when you pulled back, his wide-eyed, flustered expression made you laugh, but he quickly recovered with a shy grin.

“happy valentine’s day and goodnight,” you said with a cheeky smile, opening your door.

“goodnight,” he echoed with a slight starstruck look. his hand brushing his cheek where you’d kissed him, his smile lingering even as he walked away.

after watching him walk away for a bit through the window, you leaned against your door for a moment. the beautiful night replaying in your mind, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. smiling to yourself, you thought , ‘maybe valentine’s day wasn’t so overrated after all.’

and as you glanced at your phone, a new message popped up:

jeno: i can’t stop smiling. can we do this again soon?

you laughed softly, already typing back your reply.

you: definitely :)

─

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[gyorouis]

── ✦ the boy next door.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⋆ synopsis⸝⸝ the guy next door, he seems cute. and oh, he has a dog.

꒰ genre⸝⸝ fluff!! FLUFF, angst if you squint, but anyway lovey-dovey bcs soobin is so boyfriend and i miss soobin sm pairing⸝⸝ boy next door!soobin x afab!reader wc⸝⸝ 5.3k warning⸝⸝ none (lmk if i forgot any!) tune in⸝⸝ sixspence none the richer — kiss me ୨ৎ ꒱

you’ve been living in this apartment complex for what feels like forever now, or at least long enough to memorize the creaky spots in the hallway and which neighbors prefer late-night TV at full volume. it’s not that you're shy, but you’ve never been great at the whole “friendly neighbor” thing either. while others seem to naturally strike up conversations about the weather or the latest neighborhood gossip, you’re more of a smile-and-nod kind of person. friendly enough, but not exactly handing out invitations for coffee.

every morning, you take your usual jog around the complex. it’s become a routine, something to clear your mind before another long day of work. you pass by mrs. kim from the third floor, who always seems to be engaged in an animated conversation with mr. park from the second floor. they wave at you, and you offer a polite nod in return, as always. everyone here seems to know each other, chatting away as if they’ve lived in this building their entire lives.

you? not so much. you’ve always found socializing a bit… draining. especially since your job involves talking to people all day long. by the time you get home, the last thing you want is to have yet another conversation.

it’s a sunday morning, and instead of your usual jog, you’re busy cleaning your apartment. your balcony door is open, letting in the fresh air as you sweep the floor. as you pause to stretch, you notice a moving truck pulling up outside. new tenants, you think to yourself. the unit next to yours has been empty for about a month, ever since the previous owner moved out. you glance down at the truck, spotting a few movers carrying boxes and furniture into the building.

“well, good luck,” you mumble to yourself, knowing how thin the walls can be.

you continue with your cleaning, pushing the thought of the new tenant aside. after all, it’s not like you’re going to be inviting them over for tea anytime soon.

in the days following, you caught glimpses of the new tenant, though never quite enough to get a clear picture of them. once, while heading out for your morning jog, you heard the door to the next unit creak open just as you were locking your own. instinctively, you turned your head, but by the time you glanced down the hallway, the door had already closed. you could hear faint footsteps receding, but whoever they were, they were gone before you even had the chance to see them.

it became a pattern—just when you thought you might catch a glimpse of this mystery neighbor, something would intervene. you’d hear a door slam shut just as you were about to turn the corner. you’d see shadows under the door when you were in the hallway, but no one ever stepped out. it was like the universe was conspiring to keep you from meeting them.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. after all, you weren’t the type to strike up a conversation with strangers anyway. still, you couldn’t help the growing curiosity. who was this person? what kind of neighbor were they? and, more importantly, why did it feel like they were always just out of reach?

one particularly frustrating moment happened when you were in the mailroom, sorting through the usual stack of bills and junk mail. out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone approach the door, a tall figure with dark hair. for a split second, you thought this might finally be the moment you’d meet your elusive neighbor. but just as the door began to swing open, your phone rang loudly in your pocket, startling you enough that you dropped your mail all over the floor.

by the time you scrambled to pick it up, the person was gone. the door clicked shut, leaving you alone in the mailroom once again.

“seriously?” you muttered under your breath, shoving the crumpled letters back into your bag. it was becoming a running joke in your head now—the universe seemed determined to keep the two of you apart.

later that week, you were returning from work, exhausted after a particularly draining day of meetings and presentations. your only goal was to collapse onto your couch and binge-watch something mindless. as you stepped off the elevator, you saw a large package leaning against the door to the unit next to yours. it was addressed to a “choi soobin,” which you assumed was your new neighbor. your curiosity spiked again. soobin—the name didn’t ring any bells, but it didn’t matter. you’d probably never get the chance to talk to them anyway.

as you fumbled with your keys at your own door, you heard something—a faint shuffling from inside the next unit. you paused, glancing sideways at the door. was this finally your moment? you listened closely, heart pounding a little for reasons you couldn’t explain. but, like every other time before, nothing happened. no door opened, no introductions were made.

you sighed and went inside, trying to shake off the strange sense of disappointment.

then, that evening, something broke the quiet routine.

you were sprawled on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through channels without much interest when a sound made you sit up. it was faint at first—a soft barking, coming from the apartment next door. your eyes darted toward the wall, as if you could somehow see through it. a dog? you hadn’t heard a single sound from that unit since the mysterious soobin had moved in. now, all of a sudden, there was a dog?

“must be the new neighbor,” you muttered to yourself, sinking back into the cushions.

the barking stopped, and you assumed that was the end of it. but then, barely a minute later, there was a knock at your door. you blinked, glancing at the clock. it was late—who could be knocking at this hour?

you dragged yourself off the couch, padding over to the door and pulling it open. standing there, looking slightly frazzled, was a guy. he had dark hair, a hoodie pulled over his head, and in one hand, he held a leash attached to an overly excited golden retriever that was wagging its tail so fast it was practically vibrating.

“uh, hi,” he said, offering a sheepish smile. “sorry to bother you, but i’m your new neighbor. i think my dog’s ball ended up on your balcony. mind if i grab it?”

you blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sight of him. soobin, you realized, putting the pieces together. this was the elusive neighbor who had been slipping in and out of your life for the past week. and now, here he was, standing at your door with an overexcited dog.

“oh,” you said, snapping out of your daze. “yeah, sure. give me a second.”

you stepped out onto your balcony and quickly spotted the bright yellow ball wedged against the railing. as you bent down to pick it up, you heard soobin talking to his dog in a low voice.

“buddy, sit. come on, man, be cool for like five seconds.”

you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as you walked back inside, holding the ball out to him. “here you go.”

soobin beamed, taking the ball from you. “thanks. i’m soobin, by the way. and this troublemaker is buddy.”

buddy barked in response, his tail wagging even faster—if that was possible.

“i’m y/n,” you replied, offering a small smile. “welcome to the building.”

soobin shifted awkwardly, as if unsure whether to continue the conversation or let you return to your evening. “uh, thanks. sorry again for the interruption. we’re still getting used to the place, and buddy here is still adjusting.”

“no problem,” you said, your voice soft. despite the late hour and the unexpected visit, you found yourself oddly relaxed in his presence. there was something about his easy-going nature, the way he seemed just as out of place as you often felt.

“well, i should let you get back to your night,” he said, giving buddy’s leash a gentle tug. “thanks again for the ball.”

“anytime,” you replied, watching as he headed back down the hallway, buddy bouncing along beside him.

as you closed the door, a small smile crept onto your face. you hadn’t understood the strange anticipation you’d felt before meeting your new neighbor, but after this little incident, you were starting to get an idea why.

as you leaned back against the door, you found yourself replaying the brief interaction in your head. soobin seemed... different. maybe it was the casual way he introduced himself or the way he was clearly flustered by his dog’s antics, but something about him had left an impression on you. you tried to brush it off—after all, it was just a simple neighborly encounter. nothing more.

you sank back onto the couch, but the quiet of your apartment felt louder now, like the presence of the new neighbor had shifted something in the air. you absentmindedly reached for the remote but hesitated before pressing play. instead, your mind wandered back to soobin’s awkward grin, the way buddy’s tail wagged enthusiastically, and the light laughter that almost escaped your lips as soobin tried to calm the excitable dog.

“why am i thinking about this?” you muttered, shaking your head with a smirk.

over the next few days, it seemed like fate kept you and soobin on the verge of crossing paths, only for something to always get in the way. every time you left for your morning jog, you'd hear his apartment door creak open as if he was leaving too. but by the time you reached the bottom of the stairs, there’d be no sign of him or buddy. you’d glance back, wondering if maybe you'd imagined hearing it. or when you returned home in the evening, you'd see buddy’s leash hanging on the door handle, a clear sign they were out for a walk, yet you'd just missed them.

it was like the universe was toying with the idea of introducing you both properly, but not quite ready to make it happen. part of you found it amusing—the almost-encounters, the little signs of his presence—but another part of you grew more curious with each near-miss.

one evening, as you sat on your balcony with a cup of tea, a cool breeze ruffling the pages of the book you weren’t really reading, you heard it again—the faint sound of a dog barking next door. instinctively, you leaned over the railing, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening. and there he was, standing on his own balcony with buddy at his feet, looking up at the sky like he was deep in thought.

for a moment, you considered saying something, maybe making a casual comment about the weather or how quiet the building usually was. but just as you opened your mouth, buddy let out an excited bark, causing soobin to laugh and look down at his dog.

“not now, buddy, i'm trying to enjoy the sunset,” he chuckled, giving the golden retriever a playful pat on the head.

you quickly leaned back before he could notice you watching, heart racing a little too fast for your liking. why did it feel like you were in high school again, trying to avoid being caught staring at the cute guy in class?

the next day, you were in the hallway, heading out for work, when you heard hurried footsteps behind you. you turned just in time to see soobin, earbuds in, walking briskly with buddy trotting beside him. for a second, you both locked eyes, and soobin gave you a quick wave, almost stumbling over buddy’s leash in the process.

“oh—uh, hey!” he called out, a little breathless as he caught up to you. “sorry, i didn’t see you there.”

you smiled, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “no worries. looks like you two are in a hurry.”

he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, we’re running late for our morning walk. buddy takes it very seriously.” buddy barked as if agreeing, his tail wagging eagerly.

“i’ve noticed,” you replied with a small laugh. “he seems like quite the handful.”

“you have no idea,” soobin said, shaking his head with a grin. “it’s like living with a toddler.”

there was a brief pause, just long enough for the moment to stretch into something a little more comfortable, a little more familiar. you weren’t sure what it was, but the awkwardness from your first meeting had melted away, replaced by something easier, like you’d known each other longer than a few days.

“well, i’ll let you get to work before i make us both late,” soobin said, glancing at his watch before giving you a quick nod. “but, uh, maybe we’ll bump into each other more often.”

“maybe,” you replied, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his words. “have a good walk.”

as you walked away, you couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of his casual words lingering in your mind. sure, it had been brief, but something told you that this wasn’t the last time you’d be talking to soobin.

the next few weeks passed with more casual interactions, little moments that didn’t feel like much on the surface but somehow started to carve a space for soobin in your routine. the mysterious air surrounding him had slowly faded away, revealing a guy who was surprisingly easy to talk to—at least, when your paths finally crossed.

like that time in the elevator, when you both happened to be leaving the building at the same time. you’d awkwardly shuffled inside, glancing at the buttons only to realize you were both heading to the ground floor. soobin had offered a lopsided smile as buddy sat obediently at his side, his tail thumping against the floor of the small space.

“morning,” he greeted, rubbing his eyes sleepily, the hoodie he wore wrinkled like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“morning,” you replied, chuckling lightly at his tired expression. “late night?”

“buddy doesn’t understand the concept of sleep,” he said, laughing softly. “he decided at 2 a.m. that the middle of the night was the perfect time to chase his tail.”

you smiled, leaning against the cool wall of the elevator. “sounds exhausting.”

“you have no idea,” he groaned, glancing down at buddy. “but i wouldn’t trade him for anything. what about you? late night or early start?”

“early start,” you replied. “work keeps me on a pretty tight schedule.”

“right, you mentioned that you’re always busy,” soobin said thoughtfully, as if he was genuinely interested. “what do you do again?”

you hesitated for a second, not because you didn’t want to tell him, but because explaining your job always felt like you were opening a door to questions you weren’t sure you had the energy to answer. “i work in marketing. lots of meetings, lots of socializing.”

“sounds... exhausting,” he echoed your earlier comment, giving you a knowing grin. “no wonder you don’t join the neighborhood chat.”

you let out a soft laugh. “yeah, i’m not great at small talk.”

“same,” he said with a shrug. “i mean, i like people, but there’s something about forced conversation that makes my brain just... shut down.”

the elevator doors slid open, and you both stepped out, walking side by side toward the entrance. buddy trotted ahead, sniffing everything in his path.

“i get that,” you said. “there’s always this pressure to say the right thing, to fill every silence.”

“exactly!” soobin said, his eyes lighting up. “but sometimes, silence is comfortable, you know? like right now, we’re not talking every second, but it doesn’t feel awkward.”

you blinked at his words, realizing he was right. the quiet that settled between you wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable—it was easy, like you didn’t have to force anything. it felt... natural.

“yeah,” you agreed, glancing over at him. “it’s nice.”

he smiled, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something in the air, something you couldn’t quite place but also couldn’t ignore. but before you could dwell on it, buddy barked, pulling soobin’s attention back to his overexcited dog.

“looks like someone’s ready for his walk,” soobin said with a chuckle. “i’ll see you around?”

“definitely,” you said, waving as you headed in opposite directions.

and so it continued—a series of brief moments. sometimes it was in the hallway, when you both reached for your mailboxes at the same time. other times, it was in the parking lot, when buddy would tug soobin’s arm just as you were pulling out of your spot, prompting an exaggerated apology from soobin and a wave from you, which had gradually turned into shared grins over time.

but despite the ease of these small interactions, there was still a slow, steady burn building between the two of you. neither of you rushed it—there was no sudden moment of revelation, no dramatic confession. instead, it was the little things that started to draw you closer.

like the day you came home late from work, exhausted and hungry, only to find that your fridge was depressingly empty. you were about to resign yourself to a bowl of instant ramen when a knock came at your door. when you opened it, there was soobin, holding a takeout bag in one hand and a sheepish grin on his face.

“i ordered way too much food,” he said, looking down at the containers like they’d betrayed him. “and buddy is refusing to eat anything that doesn’t come from his dog bowl, so... thought i’d see if you wanted some?”

you blinked, staring at the food and then back at him. “you’re offering me leftovers?”

he scratched the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. “well, when you put it like that...”

you laughed, stepping aside to let him in. “i’m kidding. i was actually about to have instant ramen, so this is a serious upgrade.”

“wow, really? i guess my timing is perfect,” he said, setting the food on your kitchen counter. buddy bounded in after him, sniffing around curiously before settling by soobin’s feet.

the two of you sat down to eat, and conversation flowed naturally. soobin told you about his work—he was a freelance artist, which explained his flexible hours and the occasional paint smudges on his hands. you talked about your own job, surprised at how easy it was to open up to him. the hours slipped by, the conversation shifting from work to hobbies to random stories about your lives.

“you know,” soobin said at one point, pushing his empty plate aside, “i’m glad we finally hung out like this. i always see you around, but i didn’t want to be that weird neighbor who tries too hard.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i think you’re safe. besides, if anyone’s weird, it’s me. i’ve been here for ages and haven’t made a single friend.”

he raised an eyebrow. “well, you’ve got one now.”

you looked at him, and there was something in the warmth of his gaze that made your heart skip a beat. “yeah,” you said softly. “i guess i do.”

over time, the encounters became more intentional. you’d text each other when you were free, ever since he asked for your number during one night that was actually a terrible way of asking someone for their digits. he’d tripped over his own feet while trying to make a quick exit from your apartment, and as he stumbled, he blurted out, “hey, can I get your number? for dog emergencies!”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “dog emergencies?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“you know, buddy might need a playdate or... or a treat,” he fumbled, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “or if i accidentally steal your trash...”

“okay, that sounds like a solid reason,” you replied, trying to suppress your grin as you wrote down your number on a sticky note and handed it to him. “but it’s not like he’s going to call me.”

“you never know!” soobin joked, glancing at the note before slipping it into his pocket with a satisfied grin.

the days that followed were filled with little surprises. you’d receive random texts from him, often accompanied by pictures of buddy in various ridiculous poses—like the time he’d managed to get his head stuck in a cereal box, or when he was sprawled out on the floor, tongue out, looking utterly defeated after a long walk. each message came with a lighthearted caption that made you chuckle.

“buddy found the ultimate hiding spot. no one will ever find him!” one message read, the accompanying picture showing the golden retriever wedged between the couch and the wall, his big brown eyes peeking out like he was plotting a secret escape.

you found yourself looking forward to these texts, each one brightening your day a little more than the last. sometimes you’d respond with your own pictures—like a candid shot of you attempting to bake cookies (which ended with a flour explosion in your kitchen) or a video of your cat giving you the cold shoulder after you accidentally stepped on his tail.

then there were the instagram reels. soobin would send you random clips that were almost always about dog humor—like the one of a dog desperately trying to catch its tail but only succeeding in tripping over itself. “this is buddy every morning,” he captioned, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you imagined his dog bouncing around in a similar fashion.

“what’s with all the dog content?” you texted back one afternoon, grinning at your phone screen.

“dogs are life,” he replied instantly. “and buddy is basically my child. wouldn’t you want to see every moment of his existence?”

“fair point,” you typed back, shaking your head at how seriously he took his role as a dog dad. “just don’t expect me to babysit anytime soon.”

“how about we do a double date?” he proposed jokingly. “you, me, and buddy? i’ll provide the treats, you bring the toys.”

“sounds like a plan,” you responded, a small thrill coursing through you at the thought. “but if buddy eats my favorite toy, we’re going to have a problem.”

the banter continued, each conversation layered with a comfortable rhythm that felt natural. there was something about the way he interacted with you that made it easy to let your guard down. and in those moments, you found yourself looking forward to the next time you’d see him—no longer just as the mysterious neighbor but as someone who was becoming an integral part of your life.

the following weekend, you both decided to meet for coffee at a local café. it was your first official hangout outside the confines of your apartment, and excitement bubbled in your chest as you walked into the shop. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped you, and you scanned the room for soobin.

he was already there, perched at a small table in the corner, a steaming cup in front of him and buddy lying at his feet, looking adorably patient. as soon as he saw you, he waved enthusiastically, his smile brightening the cozy atmosphere.

“hey! over here!” he called, standing up as you approached. “i hope you like this place. buddy does, which is basically my criteria for any establishment.”

you chuckled as you took a seat across from him. “so, what does buddy think? is this place up to snuff?”

“he’s giving it a solid four paws,” he replied, glancing down at buddy, who was wagging his tail, clearly enjoying the vibe of the café. “though he’s more interested in the snacks they give out than the coffee.”

“priorities,” you said, laughing as you imagined buddy’s enthusiasm. “i can relate.”

the conversation flowed effortlessly as you sipped your drinks, discussing everything from your favorite books to the best dog parks in the city. soobin shared stories about buddy’s antics, and you found yourself hanging onto every word, amused by the way he animatedly described each little adventure.

“one time, he decided he wanted to chase a squirrel,” soobin said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “and in his eagerness, he leaped right into a fountain! it was like something out of a cartoon—he came out soaked and just sat there, looking utterly betrayed.”

you burst into laughter, picturing the scene. “did he recover? i can’t imagine he’d take that lightly.”

“he was fine, but he gave me the dirtiest look afterward,” soobin said, mimicking buddy’s disgruntled expression, which only made you laugh harder.

as you both shared stories and laughter, the connection between you deepened. it was a slow burn, building gradually, like the gentle warmth of a fire that had just begun to flicker to life. you found yourself stealing glances at soobin, his smile infectious, his passion for his dog evident in every word. and when your eyes met, there was a spark—something unspoken yet palpable that lingered in the air.

by the time you finished your coffees, you felt a sense of ease, as if you’d known him for much longer than just a few weeks. the way he looked at you, his eyes twinkling with warmth and sincerity, made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t expected.

“we should do this more often,” soobin said, packing up his things as buddy nuzzled his leg, eager to get moving.

“definitely,” you agreed, feeling a grin spread across your face. “i’ll bring the treats next time.”

“and i’ll bring the chaos,” he promised, a playful glint in his eyes.

you both stood to leave, and as you walked side by side, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

one morning, with the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through your apartment, you felt a rush of excitement. you’d decided to surprise soobin with a batch of chocolate chip cookies and some homemade dog treats for buddy. you could picture the delighted look on his face, the way his eyes would light up when he tasted your baking.

clutching the container tightly, you made your way to his door, heart racing at the thought of sharing something so personal. but as you lifted your hand to knock, the door swung open unexpectedly.

standing there was a woman you didn’t recognize. she had a bright smile and an air of casual confidence as she walked right past you without so much as a word. confusion flitted through your mind as you watched her, but then your gaze shifted to soobin, who stood in the doorway looking equally surprised to see you.

“oh, hey! i didn’t expect you this morning,” he said, his tone cheerful but slightly bewildered.

you felt heat rush to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding over you as you awkwardly held out the container. “i, uh, brought you some cookies and treats for buddy,” you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady.

before he could respond, the woman walked back through the doorway, completely ignoring the interaction. your heart sank as realization hit you. the closeness of their familiarity sent a pang of insecurity through you. were they together? the thought made you feel nauseous.

“oh, um, i should go,” you muttered, the words escaping your lips before you could process them. you turned on your heel and hurried back to your unit, locking the door behind you as if that would shield you from the embarrassment.

for days afterward, you tried to avoid soobin. you found yourself deliberately taking a longer route to the elevator to avoid running into him in the hall. it was ridiculous, really; how could you be catching feelings for a guy who might already have a girlfriend? you felt grossed out by yourself, convinced that your infatuation was misguided.

despite your efforts to create distance, the texts kept coming. soobin sent you updates about buddy, silly memes, and cute dog reels that made you smile despite yourself. but with every message, your heart ached, and you felt more confused.

one afternoon, as you sat on your couch, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you felt a mix of confusion and longing. soobin’s texts had become a lifeline, his silly memes and dog videos bringing unexpected joy amid your self-imposed isolation. but every time your phone buzzed with a message from him, a pang of guilt twisted in your stomach, reminding you of the distance you were trying to maintain.

when you heard a knock at your door, your heart raced. you knew it was soobin, and the thought of facing him made you want to disappear. after a moment of hesitation, you reluctantly opened the door, finding him standing there, his brow furrowed in concern.

“hey, can we talk?” he asked, his voice soft yet urgent. “i’ve noticed you’ve been... avoiding me. did i do something wrong?”

the sincerity in his eyes sent your heart racing, but the weight of your feelings and the embarrassment of the situation crashed over you. you hesitated, caught between wanting to explain and the fear of being vulnerable. before you could stop yourself, your tongue slipped. “i can't keep talking to you; you have a girlfriend, that's just weird,” you blurted out, the words tumbling out with a mix of frustration and mortification.

soobin’s expression shifted from confusion to surprise, his brows furrowing deeper. “what? no, i don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied, his voice steady but laced with disbelief.

“but—” you stammered, flustered. “i saw a girl come out of your apartment the other day. she seemed... close to you.”

“that was my sister!” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “she just moved in for the summer. we were just hanging out.”

the realization hit you like a wave, crashing against the dam of your confusion. “oh,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “i... didn’t know.”

you both stood there for a moment, the air thick with unspoken feelings and awkwardness, before it cracked, and you burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. it felt like a weight had lifted off your shoulders.

“so what now?” you asked, recovering from the laugh, your heart racing as you met his gaze.

he smiled, the warmth in his eyes making your stomach flutter. without breaking eye contact, he reached out and gently grabbed your pinky with his big hand. you raised your eyebrows, intrigued. “are we on the same page?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

you felt your cheeks heat up as you whispered, “i think so...”

his smile grew bigger, a mix of relief and excitement, and he fully enveloped your small hand with his larger one, sending butterflies racing through your chest.

“where are you taking me?” you asked, following him as he started to pull you out of your unit, excitement bubbling within you.

“i’m going to introduce you to my sister,” he said, a teasing look dancing in his eyes.

“soobin!” you exclaimed, playfully hitting his arm, laughter spilling out. the warmth of your connection felt electric, each shared laugh building a bridge between you that you never knew was missing in your life.

gyo's note: OMG YES boy next door soobin alsjdhsdhsh, i’m changing the posting schedule to every friday (bcs i have a vv shitty schedule for mg rle and lecture and HOPEFULLY i could finish alumni homecoming kai asap (yes pray for my writer's blocked braincells) if you made it to this part, thank you so much! you will be loved. xoxo!

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hometown - pjs (teaser)

teaser wc: 1.8k don't ask me about the expected word count or release date. that's knowledge only the higher powers of this universe have access to just a little extract from the exes to lovers, small town au Jay fic i'm working on because I feel like I haven't posted in eons... hope you guys like it and are looking forward to it, I was going thrrooooough it writing this for some time but now it's getting better and i'm enjoying the process... let me know if you'd like to be tagged when it comes out!! enjoy!!

You stay behind. Jay doesn’t know if the three women are exceptionally good at reading the room, or if he missed some silent signal of understanding between you and them, but they don’t question your not following them. The sudden quietness makes Jay feel like a giant in a too-small space, a room that can’t possibly contain the two of you.

And yet. You sigh and head back to the living room, going for the couch rather than the cushions on the floor, but Jay can’t bring himself to join you, and so sits back at the same spot from earlier.

“Seriously, Jay?” you say, chuckling, but he detects an actual trace of annoyance in your voice. Unable to hide your thoughts as always, you are. You pat a spot on the couch next to you. “Come here.”

But Jay doesn’t move. Can’t. All he can do when he looks at you is search for traces of grief. He had five years to work out all of his feelings around your breakup, and he thought he had sorted through everything, gone through all the phases. Seeing you again, he feels like he has to start over. The past week hasn’t felt real, he thinks. He thinks it so hard, he says it out loud, only realizing what he did when he sees your expression soften.

“It’s been weird, hasn’t it?”

“Weird is one way to put it, yeah.”

There’s a pause, of which he spends every second worrying about what sort of turn this conversation will take.

“Is this a good time to talk about the elephant in the room, then?” you finally say.

He looks around, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “There’s an elephant in this room?!” he whispers.

You burst into laughter. “I see your humor hasn’t improved over time.”

“Seeing as you’re laughing, I’d say yours hasn’t, either.”

“Touché.”

Silence settles between the two of you again, creeps inside Jay, makes him wait for your next words with bated breath. 

He had a feeling that all the skirting around the subject you’d been doing would come to this. It’s not that you’ve pretending it didn’t happen, that would be impossible, for him, at least—he looks at you and he’s transported back to Seoul five years ago, at school, in one of your apartments, in the streets after dark. But you haven’t been actively tackling it either and with every passing day, the weight of unspoken words grew, making every conversation, every look at you harder and harder to navigate. This is new for the two of you, who in your six months of being together, had mastered your communication skills—you never didn’t speak to each other. You especially were good at saying what was on your mind without ever being hurtful, and you’d helped Jay stop bottling his feelings up when he thought he could get over them himself and not have to trouble you with them.

Nothing you say could ever burden me, baby, you’d told him. I want to know everything that goes through your head. 

And many things have changed since then, but maybe this hasn’t—the look you have in your eyes now is the same one as then, soft and inviting, aware that conversations aren’t always as easy as they are necessary. 

“You’re here,” you say after some time. Jay was so caught up in his own thoughts, entire minutes could’ve passed without his noticing. You spoke so quietly, he wonders if he imagined it until you add, “You’re in Sojuk-ri.”

He smiles, stops himself from replying with something annoying like “What an astute observation, Y/N,” it would only be stalling. So, for lack of a better alternative, and because he assumes you have more to say, he whispers, “I am.”

“We used to date.”

Jay isn’t sure where you’re going with this. He nods, unable to suppress a grin. “We did, yeah,” he replies, louder this time.

“Then we broke up.”

A chuckle escapes his lips. “You’re on fire this morning,” he says, because he can’t help himself, and warmth envelops his heart at the sound of your laughter.

“I just want to recontextualise.”

“Wow, big words.”

“Big word, singular. And shut up. I’m trying to be serious, here,” you chide, still smiling.

“Sorry.”

A sudden shadow passes over your face, making your eyebrows furrow, your smile disappear. Jay’s heart drops, his feelings, as always, a mirror of yours. You rise from your seat on the couch and make your way to him. Every step you take echoes inside of him and grows louder as the distance separating you decreases. Then you’re standing in front of him, and he looks up at you, and there’s something like a magnet under his skin, desperately reaching out for yours, that makes his hand wrap around your ankle. His eyes stay trained on your face as you lower yourself to the ground and cross your legs. If you mind his touch, you don’t say or show it. 

“It doesn’t feel real,” you say. Your eyes sweep his face, focus on one part at a time. You simply stare at him for a moment as though trying to convince yourself that it is, indeed, real, that he is really there, not a figment of your imagination but a person whose flesh and bones used to be as familiar as your own. He lets you look to your heart’s content, because it allows him to look at you, too.

His loose grip around your ankle tightens ever so slightly and you look down at his hand as if suddenly noticing its presence there. After a second of what seems to Jay like hesitation, you place your hand atop his. “Would you still have moved here if you knew this was where I lived?”

“I would’ve come here years ago, had I known,” he says with a small smile.

You furrow your eyebrows. “You didn’t even try calling.”

This takes him aback. Was that what you’d wanted? “I texted you, and you blocked me right away.”

The crease between your brows deepens. “I know.”

“You also didn’t try calling.”

“I sent you a letter.”

For some reason, it astonishes Jay that in all of five years, communication between the two of you amounted to one unanswered text and a letter with no return address. “You did. That was nice of you.”

Finally, this gets a smile, albeit subdued, out of you. “I know.”

“If I’d managed to call you somehow, would you have picked up?”

“Yes,” you say immediately. Then, “No. I don’t know.” Then, in a smaller voice, “It hurts too much to think about the other ways it could’ve gone. The better ways.”

Jay sighs, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Then let’s not think about them. It won’t do us any good.”

Your eyes meet. The sadness in yours tugs at his heartstrings. “Are you mad at me?” you ask, the tremble in your voice making it sound like you’re on the verge of crying, and it’s all Jay can do not to take you in his arms and hold you tight against his chest.

“No. Not at all,” he says, and he hopes his tone alone is enough to convince you. 

This magnet under his skin is uncontrollable. It raises Jay’s hand from where it was resting on your shoulder to your face, makes it cup your cheek, makes his thumb swipe slowly across your skin, right where tears are threatening to fall, as if preventing them.

“I tried being mad at you,” he says. “I tried a bunch of emotions. Sadness. Indifference. Nostalgia. But anger made things so much worse. It didn’t feel right, because I’d never been angry with you before. And it felt… It felt like admitting things could’ve gone differently. It felt like grieving a version of us that never existed because it never got the chance to. I decided to focus on the actual memories we had, and remember them fondly, instead of wasting my energy on being angry.”

A single tear falls from your right eye, wetting the top of Jay’s thumb. “I understand why you did what you did, baby,” he continues. “You had your reasons. You handled everything the best you could. It hurt like hell, but I can’t be mad at you for that.”

Jay doesn’t have to hold himself back from embracing you; you do it for him. Arms wound tightly around his neck, face in the crook of his neck, you quite literally cry on his shoulder. He hadn’t realized how close he himself was to crying until tears start falling freely from his eyes, mouth trembling as they gather at his jaw before dropping down the back of your t-shirt. Between sobs, you say, “I’m sorry. Even if you aren’t angry, I’m so sorry, Jay.”

He has never expected, and to this day doesn’t expect, anything from you, least of all an apology. Yet hearing those words from you heals some of the fissures in his heart, puts the pieces back together like superglue. He doesn’t need or want a repeat of your break-up conversation, and he doubts you do. He doesn’t want to hear how staying together wouldn’t have been a possibility, how you’d both have too much going on, how you were too young to hold each other back, how the distance between France and South Korea was too substantial to dismiss.

He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer to him. Closing his eyes and trying not to let your proximity overwhelm him, he strokes your hair, rubs your back, tells you it’s all okay. “Don’t apologize, baby,” he says, the nickname unwittingly slipping from his lips a second time. “We’re here now, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?” He feels you nod against his shoulder, but your sobs don’t relent.

Would it be very wrong if Jay said he missed having you like this? Of course, he hates to see you unhappy, but there’s a part of him that has always been endeared by the sight of you crying. If he could, he’d destroy the thing making you so upset in a heartbeat, but it’s him that you go to for comfort, and he can’t help but selfishly rejoice in that. It’s in his arms that you find what it is you need to get over what’s troubling you; under his touch that you slowly calm down.

He doesn’t know how long the two of you stay like this, nor does he care, but at some point, you lean back and take a deep, stabilising breath. Jay feels a page turn when your eyes meet—there might be no way to change the past, but the future is a blank canvas, the blinking line at the start of a computer document, and it’s up to the two of you how you want to write it.

You smile, and so does he. “I missed you,” you say.

“I missed you, too.”

There are more things to be said, but you’re both talked out. You have so much time ahead of you anyway.

[247-diaperboy]

The sheer volume of it was staggering, a fortress of fluff that dominated the room, a monument to my supposed incontinence. It was a joke, a prank, taken to an extreme, a visual representation of my life spiraling out of control. I had messed up, sure, but this? This was too much.

"Yes, I understand, you only wet yourself once," he began, his voice laced with a sugary sweetness that set my teeth on edge. "Maybe it was just an accident," he conceded, but the glint in his eyes told a different story. "But we need to be cautious."

I stared at the mountain of diapers, my frustration mounting. It was an overreaction, a power play disguised as concern, and I was the unwilling participant in his twisted game. It wasn't an accident. It was a way for him to take control.

Why are you doing this to me? I asked, my voice tight with barely suppressed anger, as I gestured towards the diaper mountain. I demanded, my voice rising slightly, a challenge to his authority. It was time to push back. To reclaim my control over life and being a man not a baby forced to wear and use diapers.

He simply smiled, a condescending, knowing look that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Precautions, baby boy," he purred, his hand reaching out to pat the top of the diaper stack. "We need to be prepared. For anything."

"For anything?" I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Or for your need to control every aspect of my life?"

The air crackled with tension, the unspoken battle of wills hanging heavy between us. He was in charge, he had the power, and this? This was just another way for him to remind me. And, to make sure that I never forgot who was in charge.

Don't you think this is too many diapers I ask?

All he said is not enough if you ask me. My mind was in a fog as he said this to me. Not enough how long did he plan to keep me in diapers? Was my life as a man over?

His next words sent another cold chill through me as he told me to strip my clothes off and lay on the bed so daddy can get you changed.

I spoke up and told him I do not need diapers, and you cannot make me wear them. All he said is my house my rules. It is either diapers or you can move out.

He had me. I was new to this area I had NO money saved up and just started my job. I had no place to go.

He looked me in the eye's and said what's it going to be? Wear diapers like a good boy or live on the streets?

My heart sank as I slowly removed my clothes and excepted my fate and the fact that I would be wearing diapers for at least 2 or 3 months, maybe longer depending on how long it takes to save for my own apartment.

I looked him in the eyes and said I will wear the diapers like a good boy. All he said is good boy. Let's get you changed into a nice soft diaper.

I lay on the bed feeling emasculated as he rubbed baby powder all over the diaper area. Once that was done, I was told to lift up as I did, he slid the diaper under me. As I set back down on it I noticed hos soft it was and noticed that it made a loud crinkling sound.

He slowly pulled the diaper between my legs and fastened the tapes. Once that dreaded ordeal was over, he slid a pair of plastic pants up my legs. I looked down in shock as I sat up. However, he wasn't done yet.

Next thing I know he is pulling a babyish printed t-shirt over my head. I was in utter shock as he told me to lay back for him. As I did he pulled the back between my legs and snapped it on.

I questioned why he had me in such a babyish shirt? All he said is it is a onesie not a shirt, it helps keep the diaper from sagging when it is wet, and the plastic pants will keep the diaper from leaking on any of the furniture.

So here I set in a diaper and baby print onesie with no choice but to except it and live with it or live out on the street.

[dragonsoulage]

He missed his girls…

feat. Baji Keisuke

Since you and Baji were young adults and just had a small infant, he missed his girlfriends gorgeous tits so much. And they were all so sensitive

Hello guys, I had this in my drafts for months and idk I decided to upload it. I just hope it’s fine 💀🤣 but damn Baji is just so 🤌🏻🤌🏻✨✨ I can’t help myself he has long hair ok 👁️👄👁️ I see long silky hair and I like 💀🤣 so have fun with this little thing here ✨🤌🏻

Wordcount: 1,3k

Warnings: kinda smūt, boobie worship, nipple play

You were tired and well you looked like a mess, at least this was what you were thinking. You and Baji, it was complicated. Likewise, you two were really young adults, but fate stepped in between and made you a mom. It was Bajis son you took care of the whole long day, of course he tried to provide for you. He loved you, even when everything was a little harder.

He worked long hours and shifts just so it was enough. While you still cared for the sweet infant you just gave birth about 4 months ago. And he could tell today weren't your day when he came home. You looked tired yes but not less beautiful. You wore a top that was pretty loose around your shoulders, always the straps sliding down.

And right now you had put your son to sleep. Standing in the kitchen, kinda complaining about something while you stirred some Yakisoba noodles in a pan. "You know, and she just rang the bell...for her damn package, although I literally said to her that Yuki is sleeping at that time... can't believe that." you groaned in frustration, because some neighbor you didn't like came to you.  

"Oh yeah, really rude of them to not know when Yuki sleeps." Baji chuckled, standing in the door frame, leaning against it while watching you. Even when you were an overstimulated mess, you were just so pretty. No matter how tired he was, he would listen, when he simply could look at you like that. You then turned around, threw something in the trash.

When He noticed you weren't wearing any bra. Your creamy skin peaking out from your cleavage. This sight when you moved around, tits swaying slightly. And shit, he was gone.

No matter what you said, it was over the second he could see nipples poking through the material. Your strap from the top already halfway down your shoulder.

When he would just pull a little on the top, he would have seen a glimpse of your bare tit. "Yeah, very funny, he woke up...and little mister didn't want to sleep for like...the next 5 hours." you continued your little vent, before you tried to get back fast to the pa. Jumped a little, so nothing would burn. And when you jumped...Baji tried to pay attention, but you were simply too...distracting. "Oh, before I forgot you..." you tried to tell him something, but Bajis golden eyes locked with your chest. The way your soft mounds moved under your thin top.

He looked at them, already imagine how they would feel in his hands. How sensitive your nipples always are. The way he loved to bury his head into your tits, just suck on them.

But He was interrupted in his dreams, when your face was right in front of him snapping with your fingers in his face. You looked a little angry. "Hey, I was talking to you." you said, a little sharp in the end, your eyes narrowed. He sighted, before he finally was looking up, and Baji stepped closer.

He knew you were a little overwhelmed mess, laying a hand on your cheek. "Well, these girls were talking with me too, and I can't focus on both things." he said playful, of course he was charming.  

"Besides, babe, I can't help it when you wear that skimpy top and not even a bra." the cocky man teased, while his other hand already traveled down to your cleavage trying to pull on the top and get a nice look of what underneath was. You slapped his hand away. "Baji Keisuke, I was telling you important things, and you are staring at my tits? You are aware I literally look like trash?" You were a little feisty today, but he grinned. Indeed, he smirked. You were all so defensive and yeah, you two had a hard time...but you had it together. He caught your wrist in his hand as he then laid a finger under your chin and tilting up your head.

And oh, that got you flustered, how it always got you. "You never look like trash. A little tired yes, but hell even when I would be blind I would know I have a sexy girlfriend. It's not like I am complaining." he stated, his voice dripping just a little lower. It was just so adorable how you tried to assert dominance, although it was so easy to make you blush.

„Are they still sensitive?" he asked then, of course the first time you tried to breastfeed your baby, then you tried to pump milk...and it didn't work at all, so after your boobs stopped producing milk. Because it was too less. You started bottle feeding your baby. And he knew your tits and nipples were really sensitive in that time...but you seemed fine about them now, no complaints about pain. Baji then tilted his head. "Sensitive?" you asked him, and tried to gain back composure. He tilted his head, both of your forgotten the fact that you made Yakisoba noodles in a pan.

"Yeah, I want to know if I can have my girls back." he asked, grabbing your chin a little tighter and pulling you close. Your son sleeping peacefully in his room. His free hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "Yours girls? You call them girls, when you think about my tits?" Oh, it was so adorable. And slowly, but surly, you felt a wave of arousal. It had been a while after everything was so exhausting.

But he wanted you and he made it clear. "You act as if I would never want these pretty tits in my hands...they are soft and so gorgeous, come on, babe." his voice was a purr and his hand, drifted up to your lose top again, before pulling it slightly down with one finger.

He revealed more of your creamy skin, inch after tantalizing inch. "So pretty...you are so beautiful. I just miss them, miss you...we have a moment don't we?" he suggested, and the loose straps of your top fell down too. And now you stood there with your bare breasts, and you felt his both hands indistinctly grabbed them gently. You gasped, felt your breathing becoming quicker.  

"Not that sensitive anymore but don't be too hard." you admitted what he needed to hear. God, he missed your tits, he loved putting his cock in between them, so squishy and soft.

And you always looked just so good, kneeling in front of him, your tits pushed together by your hands. Your cute face looking up at him with that needy and flustered expression. Tongue sticking out to give his tip a lick. His fingers went to roll your nipples between them.

You were whimpering shortly, trying to be quiet. Baji acted quick. "That's all I need to hear." he said with a low growl, before pulling you closer for a heated and searing kiss. You don't want to wake up your kid just because your hardworking boyfriend wanted to have some fun with your tits. After all, you presented them like this to him.

He gently tugged on them before lifting them in his large palms. He groaned lowly at the feeling, and your nipples harden into stiff peaks under his touch. "Fucking need them, baby." he said husky against your lips, and not long... His kisses went down towards your gorgeous breasts before he looked up at you with golden eyes. Locking them with yours, watching how you bite your lip when he sucked on your nipple.

Your Hand ran through his long raven hair, pulling his head closer. "Baby...please." you sighted and then felt how he pushed you to the counter, before lifting you up. This wouldn't be just worshiping your tits, he missed so much...

"Shit, I damn need you...right now." he spoke hotly against your ear, before you already could hear the clink of his belt, all because you didn't want to wear a bra.

[facesittingnightmares]

Wonho ‘The Titan’ : A tale of a helpless seat

Post Contains: Facesitting, Facefarting, waterboarding with sweat, smothering, Fartsniffing

"Ahh damn!" Wonho came into his kitchen moaning. The muscular legend had just finished an intense leg day at the gym, not stopping until his glutes couldn't take anymore. After such a session, he could barely bring himself to shower and didn't want to deal with his stench while doing some work. Good thing he had someone to take care of his glutes and scent at least, you! When you had run into him at his local gym, you secretly took a quick pic of his bare ass and posted it. Not long after, his team had tracked you down and threatened to sue. Instead, Wonho asked if you'd like to work for him, unpaid but with living and food taken care of. Naturally, you took the latter without any idea that it would involve serving him. Since then, he had to have a personal gym installed in the large spare garage of his home. As for you? You were essentially his personal maid for a few months. Spending most of his time on work and maintaining his Greek statue like body meant that a maid was greatly needed.

"HEY BOY!! Get into position for glute time!" You hear the man roar from the kitchen down stairs. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your breathing got more rapid. This was by far the most devious thing he'd have you do. You'd have to lay down in his bedroom and place your head firmly on top of his favorite bean bag chair. This one was twice as big as the regular ones and was pitch black. He used this as normal desk chair hot worn out super frequently with his superior glutes and gas. Next, you would wait and stay still until Wonho entered the room dripping with sweat. He'd take his place on your face and complete any digital work he had to get out of the way, still wearing his skintight grey compression shorts drenched with ass sweat. Despite the routine, this session would be the worst you ever suffered. With you laid down and ready for the sweaty session to come, Wonho enters in all his glory. With only the dim LED lights in his bedroom, the hallway light radiated in to highlight the muscular titans frame. Light reflecting from every drop of sweat just enhanced his godly appearance, which was now approaching rapidly until he finally stood above. You heard some clicks on the mouse and keyboard as he got his setup sorted. Still entranced by his godly frame and bubble butt you get quickly snapped out of it when a sudden fart erupts. "Didn't even plan that one!" He laughs as you gag on the fart, not even point blank and yet still powerful. "Okay, imma let you take a deep breath before I sit down. Ready for me to take my place? Too bad if you aren't, my legs are aching, so imma sit anyway." You take a deep inhale, cut off by his compression short clad ass. With such sore legs, he couldn't care for making his descent slow. Instead, the impact on your head was astronomical and depleted any oxygen you just acquired as his session begins.

The fabric of his shorts rubs against your nose as his crack begins to slowly swallow it. On both sides of your face, you felt the cooler room air disappear as the warm glutes started to consume your face, crawling around your head as if it was on a mission to consume more protein. Finally, the moving settles, and his ass meets the beanbag chair. Now, the true test began. His weight crushed your face deeper into the soft moldable chair until you were as deep as you could go. You hear muffled voices as he begins his calls to the managers. Soon, your focus is drawn away from the muffled calls and instead, the issue of his compression shorts basically waterboarding you took priority. They are drenched in sweat from the gym and almost fully saturated. This resulted in each inhale simply being a nose full of ass sweat, stinking sticky sweat at that. After a few more minutes of this, you give up and try to fight for a little breath of air. You reach up from the floor and try to push at his thighs to shift him slightly. Your hands paled in comparison to his trunk like thighs. This combined with the last 15 minutes of no proper air meant you had the strength of a child. Despite this, you continue your useless pushing for a few minutes until you accidentally squeeze a muscle and cause wonho to moan in pain. "Ahh... fuckk... you little seat should be grateful for this instead of trying to hurt me! Oh well, you must be punished now!" The words make you fear what is to come and with good reason. He contracts his glutes and squeezed tightly, crushing your insignificant face in his compressing crack. Your arms instantly fall to the ground, and you flail around. Your mouth is squeezed open, and your cheeks sink into your mouth as the room began to reduce rapidly. Your nose had nowhere to go but deeper, straining against his compression shorts worse than ever before allowing the fabric to inflict a little burn on the tip.

You thought he was going to crack your head open...in reality that might've been better. The now compressed crack began to rapidly heat up as a loud roar erupts from the giant. The protein fart worms its way around the restricted space and through the shorts into your open mouth and nostrils. You begin inhaling rapidly. It might be the most foul protein fueled fart you ever experienced, but at least it was finally air. Well, that's what you think. You can barely hear the moans of Wonho above the thunderous fart or through his meaty cheeks but get enough of a hint of it to know it was a moan for pleasure. This was his first proper fart of the day, specifically saved for you, and you had no choice but to inhale it. At the twenty-second mark, you begin to slow down your inhales, destroyed by the filtered fart as it didn't provide much relief and still pushed his ass sweat up your nose. Despite your slowly fading body, his fart continued and went for a full thirty seconds before spluttering out. An ending you had passed out before experiencing.

"Ughh.....yeaahhh...damn, that's nice!!" These were the words you reawaken to. You were still in the same position, but now Wonho was squatting about a foot from your face, farting rapidly as his prior thirty second bomb clearly burst the dam of gas wide open. Now, with the ability to actually breathe, you got to smell his gas properly in its dense heated form, clearly an evil concoction of his days worth of protein dense food. "Oh good, you're awake again. You were out for about half an hour. So I thought I'd be nice and lift off and allow you to live. The good news is that my farts are all coming out now, so imma need you to be a good fart sniffer and get them all okay?"He laughs as he lets out another rip, shorter and wetter sounding from the others. "Su...sure thing, boss. You stutter out as the sight of his compression short ass gives hints of ptsd, almost killing you already tonight. "Great! Imma get comfortable again then!" His words barely finish before his ass is on you again. Just like before, your nose sinks between the massive cheeks, this time almost reaching his hole. Had it not been for the restricting fabric of his shorts, you'd probably reach it.

For a few moments, there is an unsettling silence. Only the faint sound of his wet fabric rubbing against your facial cheeks could be heard. Then, the rumbling of his stomach and digestive system followed as the barrage of farts brewed and made their way to his hole. "Fuck take these farts...take them alll...yup sniff like a wild animal!" He moans as he clicks on his keyboard, struggling to type any of his emails. So far, you are able to keep up, inhaling his gas through your nostrils and exhaling through your mouth rapidly in order to get all the farts. This works for the first fifteen minutes of his endless barrage. But gradually his now eggy farts outpace you and overflow your lungs with gas. Exhaling through your mouth was also as it flows right up his crack again and only added to the heat and force of air.

Now desperate yet again for a break, you try inhaling every second fart so that his horrid gas didn't flood your body. The new strategy was working, and you felt a little relief. Sure, it meant that you needed to take larger inhales to get his consecutive farts but it was more barely than trying to keep up with him. This continued to work for almost ten minutes before a new hurdle emerged. "Ughh.....yeaaahh...finally!" Wonho moans as a thirty second long bassy fart erupts. Even with his shorts on, it shook your face with ease as you tried to hold your breath. After what seems like a lifetime, it ends. Then, the second fart burst out. Just as bassy, and just as long. At the halfway mark, you decided to start inhaling, having held your breath for roughly 45 seconds. The initial inhale was easy, but then the lingering stench of his ginormous eruption hit you. You flailed beneath him, barely able to move. All the while, you still had to sniff his potent protein farts as their eggy scent flooded you.

"Okay, boy, I know you're struggling, so how about you make sure I don't get a whiff of my farts as I finish my emails and I'll give you a break? I've only got three left, you think you can be a good little fart sniffer and do that?" He laughs as he gentle grinds down, rubbing his sweaty fabric around your face. You simply tap his thigh twice, still rapidly taking large sniffs of his endless eggy storm for minutes ago. "Good boy!" He says as he farts yet again. Tears begin rolling down your face as he continues to fart with more speed than before. Unknown to you was that he had figured out your little strategy almost immediately, detecting fewer inhale against his hole. Deciding to shake things up, he saved the bulk of his gas for these last ten minutes. The effects of which you were experiencing. "Damn, I got a good little skilled seat, absorbing all my gym and gas smells!" He laughs, showing his happiness with a few bounces. These bounces realign your nose so that its tip is bent upwards and back, exposing your round nostrils directly into the firing line.

"Okay...I've only got one email left to do and a few farts still in the tank...for now at least. You be a good fart sniffer and make sure I don't smell any before I finish?" Wonho asks as if you had any way to avoid him. The first erupts and shakes you face with its intensity. Powerful and enormous, it blasted the sweat from his shorts right up your nose as the eggy air crawled through your nostrils. You do your best to inhale the vile fart, taking two individual breathes to get it all. Barely finished his first one, you hear the rumbling above you yet again. What follows will forever give you nightmares, or maybe wet dreams. "Ohh shit this is a big one. Deep whiffs!" The titan moans.The second bursts through his hole and immediately fills his crack. You begin to inhale, but the stench is unholy, clearly powered by his abundant consumption of protein milk. Within a few seconds, you stop inhaling. Half because of how bad it was shaking your facial features, hald because the smell felt like a corrupting force. Only at the ten second mark do you begin to inhale again as the stinking air surrounds your face, making it feel like it's melting. Unfortunately, the fart now transitions to a more airy flow. Although not as face shattering in force, the stench grew in potency as it seemed to come from the deepest depths of his bowels. Now, you can sense hints of his meaty diet. The bacon and sausages he had this morning, and the burger he likely had for lunch. At the twenty-second mark, you are already defeated, but the super fart continues.

You just lay there, consumed by Wonhos compression short clad ass, allowing the fart to fill you. It comes to a spluttering end, wetter than ever in its last ten seconds as the moisture from his hole adds to its sound and smell. "And do....I...I...I smell my gas! What did we agree? You sniff all my gas, and I'd let you go. Oh well, now I guess you don't get your little break!" He groans, both disappointed you couldn't take his gas, and happy about what was about to happen. You wonder what he was going to do as he simply sat there for a few minutes, no noise and no movement. Then your face began to heat up again, almost melting like during his last fart. Determined to live, you start to 'attack' his thighs. In reality, your energy resulted in little taps. "No...no. Only good fart sniffers get to demand a little break, and you are definitely not a good fart sniffer. Take my silent face melter!" He laughs as he is aware of just how hot his gas is.

Finally, you feel the weight removed as he stands up. The light was still shining in from the hallway and highlighted his massive glistening back. "Oh, you're still conscious, that'll make this more fun!" Wonho laughs. You watch desperately as he reaches for a pillow and sets it down beside the beanbag chair. Then he approaches you and lifts your lifeless frame onto the floor, gently setting you head onto the flat pillow before standing above your chest and looking back down at you. "Try not to scream, keep your air so this lasts a while!" He smirks before grabbing the waist band on his shorts and pulling them down. As he bends over and his godly glutes expand, the hall light shines on them. You are almost blinded. His lightly tanned ass, covered in sweat and completely hairless, lit up as if you were at the gates of heaven. Despite such a bend over, his cheeks were massive, and his crack seemed endless.

"Nighty night seat." He laughs as he drops to his knees. Immediately, your face is engulfed. Without his shorts restricting his ass, the mounds of well toned yet fatty flesh wrapped around you head, your nose gliding deep with sweat easing its travel to the centre of Wonho You begin to twitch your leg, trying to signal your need for mercy. "Sniff this one...it might be your last one fart boy!" Immediately the dam that was his moist hole burst and a large stream of gas rushed out. Now completely point blank with now saturated fabric in the way, the Titans gas showed just how deadly it was. You inhale involuntarily, almost as if you were programmed to do. In spite of the thickness of his gas, it was necessary, your last hopes at living as it flooded your lungs.

Halfway through the fart he began bouncing heavily. Leaning forward to his legs made a 90⁰ angle, shins flat on the ground with his feet just past your head, and his thighs straight up. Once again, the light reflects and almost blinds you as you continue to hear new farts bubble out, sounding muffled due to his thick fatty and muscular cheeks. Then came the rapid descent. You couldn't even prepare as his ass was light up so bright. His glutes mould around once more, and a loud squelch is let out as the sweat acts as lube. The impact shakes your body, and his hole is a few inches from your mouth now. Then he raises again, exactly the same. Again, he drops, shaking your lifeless frame and farting just as he makes contact with your skin. The combined actions of his ass sliding around, consuming your face, and his fart bubbling out and down into your mouth made it seem like a helium baloon was deflating. Now, able to taste his protein fart you gag and shake violently. Wonho smirks as he senses your disgust. Slowly, his ten second fart fills you. You can't help but recall all his consumed food today that was now being recycled into you. Bacon, eggs, and sausage for breakfast. A protein shake a few hours later. A burger and fibre bar for lunch. A strawberry milkshake as a treat. Then today was his weekly beef day, so he likely had a steak with some cabbage. Finally, he was just back from the gym, so another protein shake was almost certain. By the time your mind stops with the horrific train of thought, his fart had ended, yet it would live forever on your tongue.

"One last one, boy. Any last words?" He asks, leaning up again. "Plea....please..."You try begging, but his fart still restricts you mouth movements. "Oh, right, I get it. Little fart sniffer wants me to sit down and clear my bowels fully? Too bad you didn't earn them all. Imma just sit full weight until you pass out and then unload the rest into your clothes so you forever remember to sniff all my farts when I say!" His ass rolls back one last time. The sadistic laughs send shivers down your spine as your vision slowly gets consumed, and your head disappears. Your arms struggle to flail, your body already given up before your mind. Just when it seems dreadfully, you feel movement. Wonho lifts his legs and straightens them out in front of him, tight on too of yours. You scream into the endless crack as you realise he is now full weight sitting on you. He wasn't even touching the ground anymore. Your face was his only souce of balance, and his ass was sinking around it fast. "Keep screaming. You might actually clean my ass for once!" These are the last words you hear before his ass hits the bottom of your ears, a mear 5mms from the floor. Finally, your nose touched his hole in all its sticky, moist, stinking, hot, and puckering glory. He sits for another twenty minutes as you slowly fade from consciousness, consumed by his ass. You never wanted this again, and yet Wonho smirked as he watched your boner pulse, even after fading, in fact he saw it the entire time and yet you didn't even realise you were turned on.

[legendary-69420]

Shadows of the Past 2 : When Jealousy Burns

Chapter 13 : Part 2

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

Warnings: Very slight NSFW

The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled Charles’ living room as he lounged on the recliner, his eyes blankly staring at the TV. His younger brother, Arthur, was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, snickering at something that probably wasn’t half as funny as his reactions made it seem.

Charles’ mind, however, was far from the TV or Arthur’s antics. His thoughts were locked on Mark. Specifically, the way Mark had been acting lately — the effortless charisma, the way he knew everyone, the way everyone seemed to want him. It’s like he’s a magnet for attention, Charles thought, a mix of admiration and frustration churning in his chest.

“Why do you look like you’re about to explode, big bro?” Arthur’s voice broke through the fog of Charles’ thoughts. Charles’ eyes snapped to his brother, who was looking at him with a knowing grin. “Did you finally realize you’re in love with him, or are you just constipated?” Arthur teased, grinning wider as Charles’ face twisted into a scowl.

“Shut up,” Charles muttered, flicking a pillow at his brother, who dodged it easily. Arthur’s grin only grew more insufferable.

"Alright, what's up with you, bro? You've been sighing like a lovesick teenager.” Arthur's grin was unmistakably mischievous.

“Shut up,” Charles muttered, adjusting his position.

“No, seriously,” Arthur continued, a teasing lilt in his tone. “You’ve been like this for days. It’s either you’re thinking about racing or…” He glanced over with a knowing smirk. “Nope, it’s not racing.”

Charles groaned, tossing a pillow at him. “If you’re going to be annoying, at least be useful,” he said. “Tell me about Mark’s exes.”

Arthur’s face scrunched up in disbelief. “Wait, wait, wait,” he raised his hand like he’d been dealt psychic damage. “Is he my crush or yours?”

“Just do what you’re told,” Charles retorted, his face flushing a light pink as he turned away.

Arthur snickered, but he complied, opening his laptop. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, eyes scanning the results with growing intrigue. “Okay, let’s see…” he said, his voice dragging as he clicked through pages. “Damn, this guy’s love life is… eventful.”

“Get to the point, Arthur,” Charles grumbled, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest.

“Alright, alright, sheesh,” Arthur said, scrolling with a grin. “First one… a gold digger. This dude—let’s call him “Mr. Materialistic”—tried to leech off Mark’s fame. Didn’t last long.”

“Apparently, this guy was more interested in Mark’s bank account than his heart. Only lasted a few months before Mark’s parents found out and… well, let’s just say he’s probably banned from every five-star restaurant in Italy.”

Charles’ lips twitched into a small grin. "Good."

Charles nodded, unimpressed but not surprised. “Next.”

“Second guy,” Arthur’s face shifted to one of mild disgust. “‘Abusive’”—he even added air quotes—“based on what’s here, he tried to hit Mark, but…” Arthur’s grin widened, “Mark almost broke his hand.”

Charles’s eyes darkened at the mention of abuse, his jaw tightening. His gaze flicked to Arthur, his voice dangerously calm. “Did he actually hurt him?”

“Nope,” Arthur replied quickly. “And I’m pretty sure Mark’s parents would’ve destroyed that guy’s whole life if he did.”

The tension eased from Charles’s shoulders, his lips twitching into a grin. “Of course.”

“Okay, now the third one…” Arthur’s face faltered, his eyes darting to Charles, then back to the screen.

“What?” Charles sat up straight, his eyes locked on Arthur. “Spit it out.”

Arthur turned the laptop around.

Charles’s eyes widened as he leaned forward, his heart giving a sharp jolt in his chest. “No way,” he muttered, his gaze locked with unblinking intensity. A rush of disbelief, intrigue, and something harder to name surged through him, tightening his grip on the edge of the couch. he whispered.

On the screen was a familiar face—Paul Mescal.

“Yup,” Arthur confirmed, watching Charles’s reaction with barely concealed amusement. “They ‘had a thing’ while shooting ‘All of Us Strangers.’ Lasted about two to three years before they broke up. Mutual decision, apparently.”

Charles’s eyes scanned the details, his heart thudding louder in his chest. Paul Mescal. The guy he’d been hanging out with lately. No wonder Mark had been acting odd.

He played an interview clip embedded on the page. Mark and Paul sat next to each other, laughing and bantering like old friends.

“Favorite scene?” the interviewer asked.

“The breakdown scene,” Mark said, his smile fond but bittersweet. “There was a rawness to it that felt very real.”

“Nah,” Paul cut in with a teasing grin. “Mine was the… you know.” He wiggled his eyebrows, earning a laugh from the interviewer.

"Mine’s the s#x scene,” Paul added, grinning mischievously, watching Mark’s face scrunch up in playful irritation. "Took two whole days to film. Worth it, though.”

Charles’s finger jabbed the close button faster than he’d like to admit, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation. His heart pounded in his chest, a sharp rhythm that matched the chaos in his mind.

The image of Mark and Paul lingered behind his eyes, unwelcome and stubborn. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, jaw tightening, the nagging burn of something far too close to jealousy crawling up his spine. It wasn’t fair, he told himself, but the logic did little to cool the heat under his skin. “Spicy scene, huh?” he muttered, frowning at the screen as if it had personally offended him.

Later that night, Charles sat on his couch, beer in hand, watching "All of Us Strangers." The moment Mark’s character kissed Paul’s character, Charles’s grip on the beer can tightened until it crumpled.

Arthur side-eyed him. “You’re not subtle, you know.”

Charles ignored him, his eyes glued to the screen, but the knot in his chest only grew tighter. The spicy scene hit, and Charles’s face twisted with indecision. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to turn it off or keep watching.

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@user_2: “Mark as a vulnerable cutie has my heart.”

@user_3: “OHH THE SPICY SCENE… I’ll die.”

@user_4: “Seeing Mark break down even in character was so sad. I cried. And I rarely cry.”

@user_5: “Makes sense why he’s winning awards left and right.”

@user_6: “Mark is so happy and bright, yet somehow he nails the role of a heartbroken guy.”

@user_7: “I see It is Impossible to work with Mark and not fall in love with him. First Paul and Now Charles”

The next day, Charles walked into the Ferrari garage, his jaw set in determination. He spotted Mark in an isolated corner, talking on the phone, his face as carefree as ever.

Charles’s gaze darkened. Before he knew it, his feet carried him forward. Mark’s voice trailed off as Charles reached him, eyes wide with confusion.

“Charles? What—”

Charles grabbed him by the wrist, spun him around, and without warning, pressed his lips to Mark’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It wasn’t a moment of fleeting impulse—it felt like something that had been building for far too long, a culmination of every glance, every unsaid word, and every unspoken frustration between them. Charles’s mind was a blur of heat and noise, but one thing rang clear: he wasn’t going to walk away from this unresolved any longer. It wasn’t soft like before—this was rough, unyielding, like he was staking a claim.

When he pulled back, his breath was heavy, his eyes sharp with unspoken words. Mark stood there, stunned, cheeks flushed, his eyes searching Charles’s face.

Charles turned on his heel and stormed off, his heart pounding in his chest.

Mark’s fingers brushed his lips, eyes still wide with shock. “What the hell just happened?”

(dividers by @omi-resources & @enchanthings-a)

[danikamariewrites]

hiiii if you’re currently taking requests, i was wondering if you could do either feysand x reader or bat boys x reader on how they’d react to reader having a nightmare? or if you have anything you’ve already written for that and wanna drop the link, i’d love that too!!! thanks :))

Nightmare Comfort

Feysand x reader

Notes: I think I've done one for Az and Rhys before but I love a good comfort fic so I thought I'd make this part of the House Wife Feysand mini series since I miss them.

I have reader going thru it like Bella in New Moon so sorry in advance

Warnings: angst, comfort, mentions of kidnapping

Every night the dreams get more and more vivid. It feels like you’re back in that freezing, abandoned cabin. When you can finally pull yourself from the illusion you wake up screaming. Your fists clenched like they were around the ropes to keep your skin from pinching.

Tonight was no different. The same nightmare. The same chill makes your body tremble.

You’ve opted to sleep on the side of the bed instead of the middle. The fist clenching progressed to thrashing a few nights ago, Rhys had to hold you until they broke you from the dream.

You jolted awake with a scream on your lips. It didn’t make it, your throat too dry from every other night. You choked, coughing and gasping for air.

Looking over at your mates you find them fast asleep. The bags under their eyes make your heart clench, guilt knotting in your stomach.

Slipping from bed you pad downstairs. This way you won’t wake them or hurt them.

Curling up in one of the wing armchairs you pull a blanket tight around your shoulders.

When the sun came up you didn’t move from the chair. Not even when Feyre brought you breakfast. She begged you to talk but all you could do was shake your head.

Every night you pretend to go to bed with Rhys and Feyre. You wait until their breathing calms and Rhys’s light snores fill your ears to go to the armchair.

It’s the only place the nightmares don’t reach you. The men that took you can’t reach you here.

You see the men every time you close your eyes. Still feel their hands pulling at you when they took you.

You sit in the armchair for months. Watching as winter melts into spring. Becoming a shell of yourself.

Nyx tries to sit with you, and you at least talk with him. You could never break his heart.

Midway through March, Rhys put his foot down. When you tried to sneak downstairs he shot out of bed, blocking your way. You were so shocked you couldn’t speak.

“Sit,” he commands. Feyre pulls you to her side, cradling your head against her chest. “Y/n, we know you haven’t been sleeping,” Rhys kneels in front of you. “We know why you’re having nightmares and I’m begging you, please let us help.”

Unsure silence engulfs the room. Rhys and Feyre hold their breath as they watch your tears slow. You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I know I’m safe,” you start. “But every time I close my eyes I’m back there with them and I’m cold and I’m hurt. When I sleep I’m tied to that chair again. I don’t know how to make it stop and I’m sorry.” Fresh tears wet your cheeks.

Feyre pulls you closer so you’re practically on her lap. Her own tears wetting your hair. “You saved me, so why am I like this?” You whisper.

“My love.” She coos. “It was a terrifying thing to go through. Your feelings are normal, even if they don’t feel like it.”

Rhys rubs slow circles on your back. “We can help you, love. Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You shrug. “I didn’t think there was anything to do.”

The next night your mates leave no room for argument as they smooshed you between them. You let sleep claim you. Soft talons caress your mental shields until they have a hold on your dreams. Nothing but bliss and welcome darkness keeps you asleep.

[ilyasorokinn]

a change would do you good , erik johnson

note, ej signing with a different team is old news atp but I didn't finish this fast enough last year. this was at first supposed to go up after the trade, then I didn't make it so I decided, more recently, what better time than his 1000 game milestone, and that didn't work... so now it's here! and it's so late! but what else is new right? another note, i was inspired to add one scene after seeing this video of sharkie with erik karlsson's kid. check it out if you want, it's cute. last note, this fic is part of the "life with the johnsons" series, so check out this masterlist for more. pair, erik johnson x reader summary, after 13 years, all good things must come to an end. warnings, kids/children, pain and sadness (it's sad in the beginning but it gets happier towards the end) word count, 1908 words

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January 2023, 7 months till UFA

You knew your husband well enough to know something was wrong. You could sense it. So, after you had tag-teamed bedtime, you found him sitting alone in your room.

"What's your deal?" You asked, making your way into the closet to change.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slipping a bookmark into the book he was reading so he could give you his full attention.

"I mean you've been acting weird all day, so spill." You plopped down next to him, looking up at him and waiting for him to answer your question. He opened his mouth, ready to give an answer but stopped, "What?" You pushed.

"What would you think about a move?"

"Like houses? I mean, I like this one. It's big enough for us and the backyard is-"

"No, not houses. States. Countries."

"Like, during off-season?" You were now even more confused than before.

"No, during the season." Your eyes widened as you finally understood what he was saying, "I'm a Free Agent after this season."

"They're not gonna sign you?"

"No, they do. I don't want to." He shook his head.

"You want to leave Colorado?" You were shocked at the words coming out of your mouth.

"13 seasons is a lot." He told you simply.

"You love Colorado." You didn't even know if the words you were saying were English.

"I do." He nodded, "It's time." Was all he said then turning off his light, a non-verbal way of telling you he didn't want to keep talking, so you respected it and turned off your lamp.

-

The next night, you were in the same position. You were getting ready for bed, the same topic from the night before had been floating around your head the entire time.

"Erik..." You called out. He turned to look at you from his sink through the mirror, "Can we at least talk about it? Do I get a say?"

"Of course." He nodded.

"What if I want to stay? My life is here, our friends are here!" You reminded him, slamming the tube of toothpaste on the counter.

"Okay, hey." He reached over, putting his hand on top of yours, "I know everyone we know is here, but don't you feel it? It's time." He nodded.

You looked up at him and could see the sincerity in his eyes, the longing behind them, "I need time." You told him, turning away from him and continuing to get ready for bed, unsure if you would even get sleep that night because your mind would be reeling with the fact that Erik was unhappy where he was.

-

A few days later, you and Erik finally sat down to finally talk things out. There were tears (from both parties), and after much arguing and weighing the pros and cons, you finally agreed.

It wasn't an easy decision. You were more worried about how Lila, Zach, and Ivy would take it. They had been born and had spent their whole lives in Colorado, so you were worried.

You wrangled the three of them into the living room and sat them down. Lila, ever so smart for her age, knew something was wrong. She had woken up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and heard you talking at night once.

She didn't quite understand what you were talking about, but the tone of the conversation was enough for her to realize that something was wrong.

"We wanted to talk to you three about something." You started, subconsciously spinning your ring on your finger, a nervous habit of yours.

"It's something big." Erik continued, taking a breath as he tried to gather his thoughts, "So, you know how we live here because I play sticks here?"

"Yeah." The three of them nodded.

"Well, after this season, I'm going to sign with another team." You watched with bated breath, each of their reactions. Ivy seemed to get it the quickest.

"We're moving away?" She asked, tears filling her eyes.

"After this season, yes." Erik nodded, his shoulders sagging at their reactions.

"I don't wanna move." Ivy was the first to start crying, and it set off a domino effect.

It took you and Erik almost an hour and a half to get the three of them to stop crying. Luckily, they had tired themselves out and ended up falling asleep.

You and Erik found yourselves on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine as you thought about how much change would be happening in the coming months.

"Do you think I'm making the right decision?" He asked, looking over at you.

"I can't answer that for you." You smiled sadly, shaking your head, "All I'll say is before you declare anything, make sure you're really sure about this."

-

June 2023, 1 month till UFA

Since your first conversation in January, you had talked about Free Agency briefly, and from those conversations, you gathered that Erik was sure about the move.

You talked to everyone. Coaches, Joe Sakic, Jared Bednar, the other members of the Avs organizations, teammates, and everyone else. Erik made sure the first person he told was Gabe because they were brothers.

You invited Melissa and Gabe over for dinner and were almost scared to tell them. In all the time you'd lived in Colorado, you had known the Landeskogs. They were family.

"So, what's with this special dinner?" Gabe asked, raising a brow at both of you as the meal came to a close.

"Well, we have some news." Erik looked over at you, and you gave him a reassuring nod and smile.

"You're pregnant?" Gabe guessed.

"No." You rolled your eyes.

"You know how my contract is up?" Erik began. While Mel still looked a little confused, a look of understanding fell on Gabe's face, and he nodded.

"You're not serious." He shook his head, covering his mouth in shock.

"I'm serious." He nodded.

"EJ..." He breathed out, standing up and pulling his friend into a long hug.

Mel stood up and did the same, coming over and wrapping you in a big hug, "I'm gonna miss my partner in crime." She joked, laughing tearfully.

"Me too." You smiled, squeezing her tighter.

When you gave them each a hug goodbye and shut the door, you turned to Erik, "You doing okay?"

"I don't know." You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as he broke down in tears.

"It's okay." You whispered, kissing his head as he fell apart.

-

August 2023, 1 Month Post Free Agency

Before July 1st, you managed to tell everyone the news. Family, friends, teammates, colleagues, everyone. And they all shared pretty much the same reaction as Gabe and Mel.

For the kids, it took a while for them to really understand what was happening, but they quickly adapted and were excited to move to a new city.

The one thing they were upset about was not being able to see their best friend, Colorado Avalanche mascot, Bernie.

At every home game you could make it to, it was a tradition that you would find Bernie, and the kids would take a picture with him. Fans knew how much the kids loved him, and the team knew how much they loved him.

So, before you were planning to move, you, Erik, and the team put something together. Bernie would come over to your house and give them one last goodbye, and the media team would get some cute content.

The doorbell rang, and you looked up and could see through the window who was outside, "Who's at the door, guys?" You pulled out your phone and started recording, wanting to get their reactions.

"You wanna go see who's at the door?" Erik asked, "I think it's for you." He added. They knew not to answer the door by themselves unless you knew who it was, or you gave them the okay.

The kids looked confused, but the three of them made their way over to the door. They got a peek from through the glass beside the door of who it was and began jumping around, "Bernie!"

Bernie and Trixie were barking and jumping around. Erik quickly caught Ivy before she was toppled over by the dogs. He reached for the door handle, and both dogs rushed out, greeting the much larger dog.

"Bernie!" Lila and Zach ran towards him, giving him a big hug. He hugged them both and held out the presents in his arms for them. He handed each of them a giant rose, which they both clutched to their chest.

"Oh, my gosh!" You gasped, "What do you guys say?"

"Thank you, Bernie!" They both hugged him again. He patted them on the back before standing up and handing Ivy her own giant flower which was practically the same size as her.

"Thank you, Bernie." She giggled, wrapping her arms around the giant dog's neck.

You invited Bernie in, and together, all three kids showed him their playroom, letting him pretend to play with Barbies before they made their way outside to the giant playset.

He went between all three kids and pushed them on the swings, getting winded after going through the three of them in a row. By the end of the day, they were upset to see their favorite mascot go.

"Bye, Bernie." They each gave him one last hug, and Ivy even blew him a kiss like she did to Erik whenever she was up by the glass.

-

Arriving in Buffalo was no easy feat. Getting all three kids situated, and then getting yourselves situationed was a challenge, but you got it. When you got to Buffalo, you were greeted by Sabretooth, the Sabres' mascot, in the airport. He was holding a sign with all three kids' names on it.

They noticed, and immediately pointed it out when they saw it, "Do you guys remember who that is?" You asked, looking down at Ivy who was resting her head on your shoulder.

"Sabretooth." She answered, nervous as she looked at the mascot. It took some warming up to get used to Bernie, so you knew it would take some time before she got used to the new mascot.

"That's right." Sabretooth flipped the sign over, and it read 'Welcome to Buffalo, Johnsons!'.

"Thank you, Sabretooth." Erik was the first to hug the tiger, which would ease all the kids' nerves. Sabretooth gave him a big hug, before looking to Lila and Zach, who now looked more comfortable.

The twins looked at each other, communicating silently with their twin language, before looking back at the mascot and accepting his hug. Ivy, who now was more comfortable with the giant tiger, wiggled, signaling to you that she wanted to be let down.

You set her down, and she followed after her older siblings and joined in on the hug. Eventually, the three of them were all talking to Sabretooth and telling him all about their plane ride.

You and Erik watched a few steps behind them, and your heart warmed. You looked over at Erik, and wrapped an arm around his waist, "So, how do you feel now?"

"It's gonna take some getting used to." He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"But, we're gonna make it work. We always do." You reminded him.

"Like we always do." He repeated with a nod.

-

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Fix You-Part 1

Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/ Sevasey x Reader

You get sent to Firehouse fifty one as a temporary placement when a paramedic is needed. Your first day you meet the house Captain and Rescue Squad Lieutenant.

“Where’s your placement?” your sister asked as you balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder, trying to gather everything you needed to get out of the door. “Firehouse fifty one. They need a new partner for Brett after Dawson moved. I’ve worked with the rig in passing but this will pretty much be my first time working with the truck or rescue squad” you told her as you rushed out of your apartment, locking the door behind yourself.

You’d met with Chief Boden already along with Sylvie Brett but when you’d met with the two of them it had only been them. Today would be your official introduction as a temporary member of the house. You knew most of the firemen by name and face at the very least but you would be there for ten months. You’d hopefully build at least a few friendships.

You parked your truck across the street where Boden told you it was ok then grabbed your gear and headed over to the station house. Sylvie spotted you and stepped out of the bays to meet you halfway “Hey Y/N” you grinned “Sylvie! Glad you’re here already. I would’ve hated to walk into this without at least one friendly face at my side” she laughed and slipped her arm through yours “They’re not that bad, really”

You raised an eyebrow and she shrugged “Ok, well they’re not worse than any other house” you laughed “Now that I believe”

The two of you walked into the bays and you spotted a few men sitting around a table, one in a freaking recliner. “Who’s the grandpa?” you asked without thinking about it and when he turned around you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you. It was Squad Three Lieutenant Kelly Severide. A grin slipped onto his face as he stood up to face you “Who’s the spitfire Brett?”

You recovered from the embarrassment fast enough to smirk “Spitfire huh? I kinda like that. Name’s Y/N. I’m the temp paramedic here as a partner for Brett until Boden finds someone who’s a fit” he nodded as you held your hand out. He shook it then winked at you “Think I’ll stick with Spitfire, suits ya just fine” 

Matt Casey, the house Captain, walked out behind him and put a hand on his shoulder “Is this idiot bothering you ladies?” you shook your head “My fault really, I called him a grandpa” 

A grin split Matt’s face at that as he cut his eyes at Kelly, affectionately running his hand over the other man’s grey hair “Grandpa huh?” “Don’t you dare babe” Kelly replied then nodded at you “This is Y/N, the temp para but I think we’re gonna call her spitfire”

Matt looked back at you “Spitfire?” you shrugged “I like it” he nodded “Then it’s settled. Sylvie will show you around, get you a locker. If you need anything feel free to holler at me or Kelly” you nodded “Thanks”

Within about a week or two  you were on a first name basis with everyone you were on shift with and knew everyone who worked out of the station house. It was a family of sorts and even though you were only a visitor they were welcoming you in with no hesitation. 

“Why are you working as a temp?” Cruz asked one day when all of you were picking at breakfast before any calls had come in. You shrugged and sipped the coffee in your hands “Haven’t really found a house that fits me. This way I’m still doing what I love and helping houses that need it in the meantime” Kelly leaned back from where he was sitting across the room next to Matt and you knew the moment he grinned he was about to tease you “So you’re a stray sniffing around for a home?” 

Matt slapped him behind the head then looked at you “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to house train him for years but it hasn’t taken” you laughed as Kelly rubbed his head and cut his eyes at his boyfriend. “It’s fine Matt, he isn’t wrong really”  “Think you may stay here?” Sylvie asked and you shrugged, feeling very much like you were in the hot seat “I don’t know yet. I mean I like working here so far but it’s a little too soon to tell”

Matt met your eyes and you knew he could tell you were uncomfortable because he cleared his throat “That’s enough with the twenty questions” you shot him a small smile as a thank you as everyone turned their attention back to their food or other conversations. 

A call rang out for a structure fire needing the truck, rescue and ambulance so everyone was on their feet and in motion, any semblance of breakfast long forgotten as you headed for the bays. 

You ran past Matt and smiled “Thanks for that” he nodded so you hurried to hop into the driver’s seat of the rig as he ran to the truck and Kelly ran to the rescue squad. Sylvie cut her eyes at you as you fell into the line of vehicles as they pulled out onto the road “I think you’ll end up staying”  You laughed lightly “That you thinking or hoping Brett?” She shrugged “Little bit of both?”

You walked into your apartment and considered for a second just crashing across your couch instead of making it to your bed but your phone chimed with a text from Sylvie We’re going to Mollys. You in?

You were tired but it was a friday and you were off the next two days…screw it. You texted back Meet ya in twenty? And she replied See you there!

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You walked into Mollys and spotted Sylvie sitting with a few women from med and the twenty first so you headed towards her. You smiled when Kim Burgess greeted you “How’s fifty one treating you?” you cut your eyes at Sylvie then nodded “Best partner I’ve had yet” and Sylvie grinned broadly. You looked around “Where is the rest of your unit Burgess?” she shrugged “Adam is currently retrieving our drinks, we got you one too. Jay and Mouse are over there in a booth with Fireball” she nodded and you saw the men in question with their girlfriend. You knew Fireball well, she was a trauma nurse at Chicago med. One of the best you’d seen. Probably from her time as a combat medic, from what you’d gathered that was how the three of them had met.

“Where’s the other two?” you asked and she grinned “Kevin has a date with that new nurse from med that just moved here from scotland and Firecracker stayed in tonight with Will and Connor”  you nodded as Adam made it back to the table carrying the drinks and passed them out, shooting you a smile “Here ya go spitfire. If it’s not right, blame your partner” you laughed “It’s fine Adam. A free drink is a free drink. Especially one I know I can trust”

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You and Sylvie had Adam and Kim laughing about a call you responded to where a frat guy got his head caught in a stair railing. “He was breathing fine, not in distress but I swear it reminded me of something that would’ve happened in a movie from the eighties” you laughed around your drink.

You’d only drink two with alcohol then switched to soda but the company was good so you were still enjoying the night out. “There’s our medics” you heard Matt’s voice and cut your eyes up with a smile “Captain” he shook his head “We’re not at work, just call me Matt” you nodded “Ok Matt” Kelly grinned at you from next to him “And you always call me Kelly anyways” you laughed “That’s cause Matt always acts like a captain. You only act like a lieutenant when we’re actively on a call”

They nodded to the table “Can we join you four?” you shrugged and looked around. Sylvie shrugged and Adam patted the table “Sure” Kelly went to grab them drinks as Matt sat down next to you. “So, spitfire, how long is your contract for anyways?” you grinned “Trying to get rid of me already?” he raised an eyebrow so you grinned “Ten months unless I put in a request to stay. Boden said I’d have that option as soon as six months hit”

Sylvie gasped “You did not tell me that” you grinned “Because I don’t want the twenty question game to start back up” Matt shook his head “It won’t. I won’t let it” “Thank you” you replied and turned back to your previously abandoned conversation with Sylvie and Kim as Matt started talking to Adam then Kelly came back over and joined their conversation as well. Maybe you could find a place at Fifty one? 

It was still a little soon to tell but it was starting to feel like home already.

@desimarie12

[arcaneorphic]

A New Addition

Pairing: Sirius Black x Wife! Reader

Genre: Slice of life, Domestic fluff, fluff

Summary: Sirius and his wife navigate the ups and downs of parenthood.

Chapter One | Chapter Two (For Them, Always)

Word Count: 2,190

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Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a proper night’s sleep. The days blurred together in a way that felt like some kind of cruel hazing into parenthood—a relentless cycle of late-night cries, nappy changes, and the kind of exhaustion that settled deep into his bones. He had faced battles, had endured sleepless nights on the run, had fought wars both literal and personal, but nothing had prepared him for this.

And yet, he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Even with the exhaustion clawing at him, Sirius took it upon himself to do whatever he could—any task, any chore, anything to make things easier for her. It was the least he could do, he reasoned. After all, she had spent nine months growing their child, bearing every ache and pain and discomfort while he had only been able to stand by, helpless to do anything but watch. His wife—the absolute goddess that she was, is, and always would be—deserved rest, deserved to sleep peacefully knowing that he was here, by her side, ready to shoulder as much of the burden as he could.

And so, he powered through.

When their baby cried in the dead of night, Sirius was already moving before she could stir, whispering for her to go back to sleep, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before slipping out of bed. When their child refused to settle, he would pace the nursery for hours, rocking them gently, murmuring nonsense and lullabies and quiet promises of I’ve got you, little one, you’re safe.

It was hard. It was exhausting. But when he looked down at their tiny, perfect baby—the child he had never imagined having, let alone deserving—none of it mattered.

Because this was his family. His home.

And there was nothing he wouldn’t do for them.

It was late. If asked, Sirius couldn’t say exactly what time it was—only that it was some ungodly hour of the night, when the world outside their home was silent and still.

He could feel the exhaustion deep in his bones, weighing down his limbs with every step he took back to their bedroom. It was a tiredness unlike anything he had ever known, a heaviness that settled into his muscles and refused to let go. He had been exhausted before—sleepless nights spent running, hiding, worrying—but this was different.

This was the exhaustion of parenthood. Of nights spent pacing the nursery, whispering to their newborn, rocking them back and forth in the dim light until they finally drifted off. It was the kind of tired that came from love, from responsibility, from the overwhelming need to be everything his child and his wife needed him to be.

And yet, he didn’t mind.

Because when he finally reached their room, when he slipped into bed and felt the familiar warmth of her beside him—his wife, his partner, the love of his life—some of that exhaustion eased.

She stirred slightly, reaching for him even in her sleep, her fingers brushing against his chest before settling.

Sirius let out a slow breath, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

No matter how exhausting the nights were, no matter how long the days stretched on, he wouldn’t trade any of it.

Because this was everything he had ever wanted.

Sirius wasn’t sure what had roused his wife from sleep—surely it wasn’t the way he had practically flopped onto the bed, nor the not-so-gentle kiss he had pressed to her head. All he knew was that one moment she was sleeping peacefully, and the next, he was met with a pair of tired, droopy eyes blinking up at him in the dim light.

“Christ, doll,” he started, voice low and rough from exhaustion. “Thought you were asleep. You should be asleep.”

She hummed, barely awake, shifting just enough to nestle closer to him. Sirius felt his heart squeeze at the sight.

Merlin, he loved this woman something fierce.

It wasn’t just in the grand, sweeping gestures or the way he would throw himself into a fight if it meant protecting her—it was in the quiet moments, too. The way he watched over her even when she insisted he didn’t need to, the way his hands instinctively sought hers, the way he memorized every detail of her face as if it might slip away if he didn’t hold onto it tight enough.

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’ve got everything handled.”

And he meant it. Whatever exhaustion weighed him down, whatever chaos the night still had in store for them, he’d take it all—gladly, willingly—if it meant she could rest a little easier.

“I’ve got the next one,” she murmured, her voice so soft, so thick with sleep, that it made Sirius’ heart ache.

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he ran a gentle hand down her back. Of course she’d say that. Even half-asleep, she was still thinking of their son, still trying to share the weight of parenthood despite everything she had already done.

“Course, doll,” he agreed easily, though he had no real intention of waking her when the baby stirred again.

She had done enough. More than enough. And if he could spare her even a few more moments of rest, he would.

So when her breathing evened out, when she melted against him with the kind of trust that never failed to undo him, Sirius pressed a lingering kiss to her temple, letting his lips linger for just a second longer than necessary.

“Sleep, love,” he whispered against her skin. “I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

And with that, he settled in, prepared to take on another sleepless night, for them. Always for them.

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He woke up the next morning to the sound of music playing softly downstairs. He shot up in bed, ignoring the way his sore body protested. 

How had he not woken up? 

Panic flickered through him for the briefest of moments. He had meant to take the night shift, had sworn to himself that he would be the one up with their son so she could get the rest she deserved. And yet, here he was—waking up late, tangled in the sheets, with no memory of the baby stirring at all.

She let me sleep.

The realization settled over him like a wave of guilt. As much as he had wanted to take on everything, as much as he had convinced himself that she needed the rest more than he did, she had seen right through him.

Sirius ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on the nearest shirt he could find—one of his, oversized and soft from wear—and padded toward the door, following the sound of music downstairs.

And there she was.

Standing in the kitchen, swaying slightly with their baby cradled against her chest, humming along to the song playing on the record player. Their son—so tiny, so impossibly perfect—was resting peacefully against her, completely at ease in the warmth of his mother’s embrace.

Sirius felt his heart skip.

He should have been the one up with the baby. He should have been the one rocking him through the early hours, making sure she got the sleep she needed. But this—seeing them like this, wrapped in a quiet, gentle kind of love—made him pause.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching them for a long moment.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” he finally said, his voice thick with sleep.

She turned to him with a soft smile, eyes still heavy with exhaustion but filled with something so warm it made his breath hitch.

“You needed sleep too, love,” she murmured, adjusting their son slightly in her arms. “Figured I could handle a few hours on my own.”

Sirius let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he pushed off the doorframe and made his way to her. He wrapped his arms around them both, pressing a slow kiss to the top of her head before resting his chin against her hair.

“Still think you should’ve woken me,” he muttered, voice low.

She only hummed in response, pressing a kiss to their baby’s tiny forehead before looking up at him. “I don’t want our baby thinking their father always looks like a sleep-deprived madman, letting you sleep in is a courtesy for us both”.  

He saw it then. The woman he’d fallen in love with, the one who gave as good as she got, who never failed to have an answer, retort, or correction to whatever he said. 

Even now, exhausted and running on fumes, she was still her. Still strong, still unrelenting, still the woman who had captured his heart so completely he had never stood a chance.

Sirius shook his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Doll, I hate to break it to you, but I think our kid is going to figure out I’m a madman sooner rather than later. Might as well let me look the part.”

She rolled her eyes, but he could see the way her smile softened, the way the weight of the night eased just a little.

And Sirius? He knew then—just as he had known every single day since she had come into his life—he would never love anyone the way he loved her.

She pretended to weigh her words before responding, “True, but I married the pretty boy, not the madman. We do need to keep up appearances.” 

Sirius laughed, something surprised and honest at her teasing, “Is that so?”

She looked at him as if he asked the most asinine question, “Yes? Darling, I thought you were aware that you were my trophy husband.” 

Sirius gaped at her, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Trophy husband?” he repeated, voice full of faux indignation. “I’ll have you know I bring so much more to this marriage than just my devastatingly good looks.”

She hummed, as if humoring him. “Oh, of course, love. You also bring unmatched levels of dramatics and a very specific talent for waking up the baby every time you insist on declaring something loudly.”

Sirius gasped, eyes wide with exaggerated betrayal. “You wound me.”

She smirked, leaning up just enough to brush her lips against his. “Oh, but you love me for it.”

He exhaled against her mouth, his arms tightening around her and their baby, a slow, lopsided grin spreading across his face. “More than anything,” he murmured.

And Merlin, wasn’t that the truth?

“Mhm, I thought so,” her voice was softer as she responded. She pressed her lips to his and even now, even after all this time and his ‘supposed’ play-boy persona, he melted. Because, if it were not for her he would have none of this—a home he longed to return to after a long day, a love so deeply embedded into his being that he hardly remembered a time before it, or even the gift of fatherhood. The very notion had once been unthinkable to him. In his youth, he had sworn off the idea entirely, laughing at the absurdity of bringing another Black into the world. He had once declared, with all the arrogance and conviction of a teenage boy, that it would be a plight against humanity to continue his family’s bloodline.

But that was before her.

Before he knew what it meant to love someone so deeply it altered the very foundation of his existence. Before he realized that it would be a disservice to the universe itself to deny it the privilege of having another piece of her in it.

So, he would ‘endure’ her teasing, take it all in stride, because he knew—deep in his bones—that every word she spoke to him, even in the midst of a disagreement, was laced with love. A love so profound, so unwavering, that it had reshaped the very foundation of his life.

She could tease him, challenge him, roll her eyes and call him a trophy husband with that knowing smirk of hers, and yet, at the end of every day, she was his, just as he was hers. They had built something together—something real, something good—a life that was once unfathomable to him.

And if her love came with sharp wit and playful jabs, Sirius would gladly take it. Because beneath every remark, every teasing insult, every deadpan look, was a devotion that ran deeper than words could ever express.

So, he laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"Enduring this kind of suffering," he mused, voice low with affection, "might just be my greatest achievement."

She huffed a laugh, curling closer to him. “Well, at least you finally understand your place in this marriage.”

Sirius grinned, holding her and their child just a little tighter.

Yeah. He understood his place just fine. It was here. 

Always here.

[junespriince]

[poll at the bottom if you care about the interactive fic]

The battle was a little tough, with type advantage and all. The spunky Pokemon was fast, and unlike the other Shinx'(…S? What plural for Shinx hello??? My brain says it just ' or es,,, I am LOSING IT), the attitude was different than a Pokemon fighting him to run him away from their territory. It looked to have more fun, using moves just so the battle is longer than needed for a level 5 Shinx, but once Nightwing spotted a chance, he threw the Pokeball he painstakingly made.

Beat that future capitalism Pokeball factories!

Oh, god he is losing it, he's not even from the Pokemon universe, why is he sticking it to the man of a world he ain't going to stay in!? Who cares about the dead artistry of making Pokeballs, or the economy and possible bad business practices in the Pokémon world has, get it together Dic- Nightwing!

The blue-clad hero watched the ball sway left to right, dread filling his stomach as it took its time. He would have to run away from this Pokemon and lose getting another partner until the next area, Garth the Oshawott was panting heavily as it was, slightly paralyzed it would be a big gamble to continue with this outcome.

When he heard the click relief washed over him as he grabbed his new friend just before the sun set.

Nightwing picked up Garth the Oshawott as well, the little otter Pokemon relaxed immediately in the hero's arms, "You did well, bud. Rest up, I'll get us to camp." a soft, tired "Osha." came from the Pokemon as he walked up the hill, Starly's flew away and Bidoofs look at him, cocking their heads like they do. The settles as Nightwing healed his Pokemon, letting them eat the food he prepared as he chewed on the camp's food. Watching the new addition to his team wolf down his meal like the poor little guy was starving with the unique orange coloring reminded him of someone he missed so much, "Since Garth got a nickname... I'll call you Wally, you act just like him." he said, tone a little sad as he thinks about his boyfriend, the Shinx perked up running straight for the hero's lap with a happy look on his face, that cheered him up a bit, "I take you like the name, huh?" petting through the soft fur of his new companion. Akari will be nervous with the Shinx, but that is a future problem.

For now, Nightwing and his friends rest, he has a Pokedex to fill and duties to do as well as find his back home, all he can home is everyone back there was fine without him for the time being.

He misses home.

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"Get on that Treadmill now West, or I will find a more reliable speedster." the small assassin warned, waving his sword in front of the teen, "Okay, okay, god you bats are pushy," Wally whines as he gets suited up, "Does he have a tracker at least?" Bruce shook his head, "took it out and threw it at me after the fight." the worry seeped through the mask the older man tried to hold, everyone was worried and nobody would blame him for being a worried dad but had to stay strong for the other kids.

Each bat was worried, and so were Dick's friends but they were heroes so they will fix this. Clark handed the teen a comm to stick in his ear, "Okay, so I just run until I find him, shouldn't be that hard... right?" nerves were getting to him, he wished Barry could do this for him, but he couldn't, banned from it by a weird timelord (Sluggy note: It me, honestly,,,, not even bec birdflash I think it hilarious if you can ban a speedster from that damn thing, like "no sir you can't use this for two months, you already made a rip I'm fixing as we speak go to your room.") but he pushes those thoughts away, he is on a mission.

Once the speedster left, Barry turned towards Bruce with a glare, "I can't believe you talked me into this, he better come back I swear B." he poked the bat's chest, "The numbers don't lie, he will come back. Tim boot up the tacker and comm." Tim nods and brings it up to the big league computer.

They can only hope Dick was okay and Wally can find him.

also i hate making comics

[everettelz]

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN!Reader

A/N: First time posting a fic on Tumblr, kinda nervous! *I say as I look away sheepishly, hiding the warmth creeping up on my face*

TW: Drowning, likely OOC, implied attempted murder? Slightly rushed because I told myself I was going to finish this before my birthday and procrastinated it.

The taste of sea salt and the slippery felt of water stood out as you felt a foreign embedding of lips onto yours. Feeling the touch of fingertips so delicately yet desperately holding onto your face, almost as though within the midst of a life or death situation. Feeling the residue of tears clinging onto your skin.

It was a matter of factly that you didn’t want to be in this situation. Which could have been easily avoided if it weren’t because your parents had decided to shift from their former place of residence. 

It was just a month ago your parents had moved to a new town. you hated it. Because of all places your parents chose a town coastal to an ocean. Which would have been perfectly fine, of course, if it weren’t because it was a fact you had thalassaphobia. And yet no matter how much you reminded your parents of such fears, it seemed as though they ignored each one of your words, by brushing off each one of your words and claiming it was a silly fear and how it was an excuse just to not move.

you thought your situation would simply end there, if it were not because your parents end up meeting with the next door neighbour’s, hearing that they’ve got two twin sons just a year older than you and they force you to interact with them. You would have been fine with the arrangement if it weren’t because there was something iffy about the family living next to you. The parents smiles, that seemed so perfectly curated that it felt almost peelable like a sticker, a very sticky one. Their two equally odd sons, you couldn’t explain it in simple words but just looking at them made your sweat run cold, the palpitations in your heart growing more rapid and a subtle tremble in your hands that seemed to denote your instinctives knew better than you. 

your parents would force your to hang out with these two twins, on a daily basis really. Claiming how it was the start of summer, where you hadn’t started school yet, where the only way for you to fish out friends was for you to hang out with the children of the neighbouring houses. You detested it. Especially when they bring in their silver haired friend into the loop that was as equally as odd as the other two. You did not want to be part of it.

Feeling a weight being compressed onto your chest, like an almost force of air was pushing out something heavy from your lungs. Pushing the body above off you did you sit up, flipping your body over and began coughing out a never ending surplus of seawater from your mouth into the sand. Feeling the residue that you just coughed up crystal felt on your lips that almost seemed to have been drained of colour. The salt on your lips, still heartfelt as you felt it prickle your skin.

you shifted your head, locking your eyes onto the mismatched ones before your as you felt the tight feeling of post aggressive coughing on your chest. Floyd Leech, likely the twin you least liked out of the pair. He was unpredictable, so was his brother but in a way that at least he didn’t pester you with his ominousness. The teal haired teen curled a brow,

“Why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?” He asked before feeling a hard slap sent across his face. A burning red hand mark sat still on the side of his cheek, a pang of shock spanning across his face before quickly turning to the one sitting before him, “The hell, I just saved you!?”

“Save me?” you uttered back at him, “Floyd, you nearly killed me,” 

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Sitting by a corner atop of a cliff by the beach, modestly tucked into a rocky wall as you occasionally glanced at the trio of teenage boys talking about something far along the beach whilst using a sharp rock to draw shapes on the sandy surface of the cliff. You hated those three, sitting by a cliff far away from them as a means to avoid them. You’d go back to your house but that’d mean hearing yet another scolding from your parents so you were forced to bare your time until dawn where you’d be free of your imaginary shackles.

The sharp tip of the rock broke as you had nearly finished drawing a childish stick-like drawing of a figure next to its friend. And it was just then you heard a voice,

“Whatcha doing?” you turned around, your eyes locked in with a pair of grey-yellow mismatched ones. Instinctively did the grip around the rock in your hand tighten.

“...Drawing,” you uttered, and it was almost as if your ears had turned attentive to all the sounds around you, hearing the waves crashing onto each other and eroding into the nearby rocks. He looked down at your, the shadow encompassing over his face almost intimidating before the corners of his lips lightly tugged into a faint smile,

“Cool, wanna watch the sea?”

“No…” you told him straightforwardly,

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to—” And before you knew it you felt a grip on your arm lifting your off the ground, a flash seemed to blink on your eyes as you stared at him nearly wide eyed as he neared the edge of the cliff, “—What are you doing!?”

you asked him, feeling your feet tumble against the rocky ground as he stopped you just a micrometre away from the peak edge of the cliff. Floyd continued staring at the ocean, seeing foams along the seconds worth edges of the dark blue waves below them.

“Can you swim?” He asked you, and just then you felt your sweat ran cold, feeling the sympathetic division of your brain activate where your heartbeat seemed to be louder than the crashing of the waves and the singing of the pelicans. 

“...Floyd,” you uttered, deducing what’s going to happen, feeling the grip around the circumference of your arm tighten, “Floyd don’t.”

He grinned, menacingly without even looking at you. A small push, it was almost offensive, like if he were flicking a piece of paper away from him, all that strength was forced onto your back, feeling the air resistance blown against your face before feeling the top of your head hit against something…hard and angled, feeling your body roll over vertically as you felt your mind in a trance whilst feeling the almost euphoric feeling off enshrouded hues of blues and sunlight rays seeping into ripples of the sea. Looking up in the mostly conscious mind a rippled version of Floyd looking down at you as your weight slowly seeped into the bottom.

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The memories resurfaced on your head, tasting bitter in your tongue. Feeling the wet fabric of your clothes clinging onto your skin coldly and remnants of sand particles attached to your clothes. A reverse fading voice was slowly sewn into the scene, foreign stitching of fabric invading the piece you were making, the soft stitching of baby pink and forest green being ruined by the bleeding of red stitching embedded onto the off white fabric.

“Floyd what were you thinking!?” you heard Azul’s voice ringing in your ears, seeing his hand creeping up into your visual field, seeing Floyd lightly flinch as the silver haired teenager grabbed onto his scalp, tearing into his hair to the beginning of his roots. you heard mumbling shouts on your end, staring off into the near half blurred scene as wet hair strands fell across your face, feeling the grazing of the wind ceasing as you felt a draping of thick fabric atop of both of your shoulders,

“I apologise for my brother," You heard the not so foreign voice, slowly shifting your head and seeing Jade, the other twin. A wry smile plastered on his face, as though he knew what his brother was trying to do and was disappointed at the outcome. At least you believe so. Staying silent for a few moments did you click your tongue, slightly pushing Jade away as you stood up, one hand gripping onto two lengths onto the fabric of what seemed to be a towel, nearing them into each other into a single clutch, catching Floyd and Azul’s attention mid fight. The grip on the associated ‘less responsible’ twin was loosened, Azul’s gaze flickering over to you,

“...Hey, I don’t believe you should go walking on your own,” He informed you, a tinge of worry in his voice, that didn’t feel like worry for you but rather worry of something else. The girl stopped walking, you would’ve blurted out a ‘kill yourself’ or sorts, but just then, you felt dizzy. you knew you was cold, but the top part of your head, nearing to the corners of your head felt extra freezing, one hand creeped up against onto your head, trembling did you feel a liquid feeling as you retracted your hand, your visual field darkening as you looked into your palm, a thin layer of deep velvet washing over your palm. Your balance felt loose, uncollected, your eyes trembled and you noticed the pieces of mush skin on certain parts of your hand. And just before your whole world went dark did you hear atleast two voices shouting your name, the voices well diffused into the background that you could hardly tell it was your name they were shouting. Half lidded eyes closing before feeling your head hit the sandy ground.