#but it’s actually really cool to hear him say this

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed- down bad) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, fluff/smut AND light angst- violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- SO MUCH SEX, so much whipped Kuna lol Oral sex (Female receiving) fingering, marathon sex, multiple positions, mating press, creampie, cum eating, shower sex, tummy bulge, spitting, dirty talk (Kuna says slut and whore) - WC-6.9k

Based on Stripclub Owner Sukuna - will be six or more parts-I HIGHLY recommend the playlist (At least on the club scenes) That mobster art in the banner is by Sketch B on X- LINK

<<<Part two - Playlist - Masterlist - Part Four>>> (coming Soon)

Part Three

‘You’re getting no sleep tonight’

Sukuna’s big, expensive jacket falls down, pooling at your ankles, before he turns you, unclasping your bra and leaving brutal kisses along your neck, your shoulders, nipping and licking while your head falls to the side, allowing him more access. Your breasts are heaving up and down while his hands slip down your panties, and finally he’s unbuckling your heels.

When he does you’re so ridiculously tiny next to this giant of a man it’s laughable, everyone really is, but the thrill of it just excites you more, as your head falls back to look at him, and your fingers are unbuttoning so fast they shake. He chuckles, “That excited huh?”

“Shush.” Is all you manage, but you are, so curious to the muscle you can feel against you, slipping off his shirt then and biting your lip at how gorgeous his body actually is.

Rippled muscles, tattoos running down his neck to his chest, his abdomen, black lines that just enhance the lines and cuts of his abdomen. Your hands touch his thick chest, well formed pectoral muscles tensing as you trail your fingers down, each rippling abdominal, until you find a line of dark hair under his belly button, and you hear his breath catch.

“Sukuna, you're kind of beautiful.”

“Kinda what now? Did I already lick your lil head dumb?” You laugh softly, shaking your head at him, pressing a kiss on his chest. “Shit…” He moans out, hand enwrapping in your hair.

You expect more taunts or teases, but he’s just watching you intently, sooty pink lashes lowering, as you unzip his pants, sliding them down, and then reach his black boxers and pull the waistband. His thick, heavy cock comes into your view, your pussy is throbbing around literally nothing, picturing just how this will fit.

Precum is smeared along his tip, his piercing, and your eyes shoot up to watch his cheeks dusted pink, you smile just a bit. “Are you blushing, Mr. Sukuna?”

“Blushing? Tch…” He scowls at you now, before you know it you’re swooped up in his arms, as his blushing tip of his cock lines up with your drooling hole, and you’re whining out, pussy soaking him, he feels your heat and damn near cums from rubbing on it. “Pathetic.”

“Hmm?” You mumble.

“You’re pathetic for me, aren’t you?” You just nod weakly, but Sukuna may or may not be talking about himself, he’s pathetic for you.

You’re more than ready from him drinking you up in the car, but you’re so tight, and he’s so thick it’s stupid, those nine inches just barely pressing in as the cool wall is flush on your back, pressing against your shoulder blades, while your front is pressed on Sukuna. You’re trembling as you try to take any of him as all, just the tip has you spasming.

Sukuna thought he could handle you, he thought he’d fuck you so good against this damn wall, slam your cervix as he holds you up against this wall, but the moment he’s inside you? The moment your slick walls suck him in, and your walls are fluttering around just the tip he’s inserted in your sticky, gooey little pussy, the moment your eyes shoot up to his, and your lips part?

Sukuna is ended.

You end him to the point he pauses, used to rough sex and pummeling a pussy, drilling like he’s made for it, instead his breath catches, and he’s resting his forehead on yours for a moment, while you cling to him tightly. He feels your manicured nails pressing into his biceps, your thighs trembling, cunt dripping as you try to take any of him at all.

Your breaths mix, yours is so sweet it intoxicates him, pushing in just a little more, seeing if you can take it, and fuck you try to, but he’s so thick it burns, you can barely cling to him for any sense of reality. You look up at ruby red eyes, your mouth open in a cry as he pulls back, pushing even further in, one hand leaving your ass as he presses you into the wall.

His other hand comes to grip yours, fingers entwining over your head, your hand is engulfed in his huge one, you feel so tiny in his hold, in his arms, wrapped around this thick, veiny cock you’re trying to take. Your breaths come quicker when he holds your hand, when he pauses, when his eyes get lidded, pupils shrunk to pinpoints, making the rubies that are his eyes even more intense.

“Fuck…” Is all he manages, his heart beating in his chest, pounding against the softness of your breasts, as something just clicks, something snaps all at once, swirling his mind, looking at your pretty face, the tears in your eyes. “Too much, brat?” He huffs, trying to act calm, like he’s not losing it for you.

You take a shaky breath, crying out when he presses deeper, you feel him everywhere, his cock so deep inside you, feel him in your tummy, god you feel him in your head. It’s overwhelming, as he clutches your hand so tightly, the things you feel already for this man are far beyond his dick, his hands, his lips, it’s how he’s looking at you, how he’s holding your hand.

You shake your head, reaching one hand to cup his face then, making him feel far too much, so much he swallows, feeling nerves that a man like him shouldn’t, god you make him feel like some high school idiot. If he was a more romantic man he’d write some poems or shit, but he sure wasn’t going that far, but it takes everything to hold in words that are threatening to spill.

Foolish words.

He’s pussy drunk off three thrusts, then by four you’re whining out his name- “Sukuna!” And he’s done for.

He kisses you brutally, hands back on your ass, pounding inside your slick heat as you bite on his neck, making him hiss, your nails scratching at his back when his drooling tip kisses your cervix. “F-fuck… biting me, huh brat?” He manages to huff, and you just whimper, head falling back as he fucks into you more and more, the wet sounds filling his empty penthouse.

He’s maddened by you, how good you feel, as you feel the stretch, feel your pussy trying to accommodate him, and he’s pressing in, rolling his hips just so, pulling back to watch as your face contorted in pleasure. “There you go, cum for me, like a perfect lil’ slut, huh?”

You nod weakly, sniffling as he presses you even closer, you feel the pressure building, as his piercing hits something so good, and you’re tightening around it, screaming out. “Y-yes, yes, I’m gonna- ah!”

“That’s it, f-fuckin’ feel you.” He huffs, strong muscles tensing as you convulse around his cock.

How can he even handle you if in a few thrusts you’re trying to milk his cock for everything!?

“Oh my god, mnh!” He’s pushing off the wall now, carrying you to a sleek leather couch, where he pulls out, cock already dripping precum, mixing with your soaking wet arousal. He turns you and slips a hand to your clit, you’re whining at the loss of his cock, as you drip down his fingers. “Please, back in.”

“So needy already, huh?” He’s needy for you though, as he presses you down, arching your pretty ass up and groaning at the sight. “Fuck, look at that.” He smacks your ass, each cheek bouncing for him, before spreading them, guiding his thick cock back inside.

“Yes, please, please… ah!” You’re shuddering when he’s pulling your hair at the nape of your neck, sinking back in so deep, piercing on his cock hitting just that spot as the tip drags along your walls, and you’re gripping at the couch as he bends you further, arching your ass up for more.

“Feel her, so fuckin’ perfect, pussy is just made f’me, huh?” You nod weakly as he fucks into you, rougher now, acting as if the moment before wasn’t so intimate that he almost cried sliding in for the first time.

Nothing feels as good as you.

You can’t find a coherent word to respond when black painted nails press into your hips, and he’s starting to fuck you, and fuck you harder than you’ve ever had, you’re barely able to take his thickness, his length, as it slams your cervix over and over. You try to catch a breath, drool spilling out of your mouth as heavy balls slap against your clit, as his pelvis smacks your ass over and over.

“Didn’t hear you answer me.” He huffs, smacking an ass cheek now, grinning ferally at your whine, as your pussy clenches him even tighter.

“Wh-what was the q-question?” He’s leaning so his lips press against your ear, tickling you, making your tummy tense as he sinks inside so deep.

“That pussy, is it made f’me?” He asks again, and you nod, earning a gentle slap on the face. “Use those words.”

“Made for you.” Sukuna’s lost in you then, in how good you feel, in your every cry and moan, his own eyes rolling back in the ecstasy that was your slutty, squishy little pussy, before making himself focus, because he can’t miss looking at you like this.

Arched up and perfect, he pauses just a moment, taking a breath as your walls grip him like a vise. “Gripping me so greedy, shit baby.” He mumbles, as you both gasp for a breath.

“Mnh! S’good I- f-fuck, Sukuna…” Sukuna groans out loud, the wet slaps louder and louder as he loses control, loses himself, urged on by how your body shakes, how he sees a little trail of drool right on the side of your jaw, since when did he notice shit like this!?

You’re ruining him with every stroke, all he can think of is making you cum again and again, have you cum so much it makes up for years of you not, and he slams in, rolling his hips again, watching you shudder, thighs shaking as you start gushing around his cock, making a sticky mess. “That’s it, slutty pussy so greedy hmm?”

You weakly nod, as he now feels your aftershocks, gripping two of your wrists together behind your back and fucking you harder, propping your ass up even higher on the arm of it so your legs are just dangling there. He props a knee up even high, hitting some angle that blinds you. “Ah!”

“Gonna fuck every worry outta that pretty lil’ fuckin’ head.” He huffs, bending low over you, wrapping an arm around your waist just to sink impossibly deeper, stuffing as much of his cock in you as he can fit, a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock the more he strokes. “F-feel s’good, fuck… perfect pussy, y’know that?” You shake your head weakly, and he sighs, letting go of your wrists then.

You’re like some little ragdoll to him the way he picks you up, the way he moves you, now slipping his cock out of your pussy and carrying you again, all you can do is cling to his naked body, eyes fluttering in and out of focus. He plops you down on that bed of his, you errantly notice it’s huge, a four post bed that’s covered in black and silky sheets and blankets.

You also notice a sex swing, thinking what the fuck, and you also see some crazy X on the wall, there are whips and all sorts of things, he chuckles as you eye them, cupping your face with his big hands, strong body leaning heavy weight over you. “I’m not using any of this shit on you, brat, stop freaking out.”

“I… it’s okay if you do like that, but I don’t know about-”

“Shh.” He kisses you deeply then, you feel too much, far too fucking much for this man. “Ignore the swing, innocent little thing huh?”

“Not even.” You glare at him, but he’s grinning and shaking his head, watching as he rubs that tip between your swollen folds.

“Having more than enough fun with this soaking little pussy, don’t need anything else right now.”

The insanity of his room melts, as he looks at you, really looks at you, and you drag him down for another kiss, pussy already sore and aching but you want so much more of him, you want everything. When he’s pulling back and smirking, a huge hand on your tummy, you look down and see it, this bulge of his cock.

“F-fuck… look at that, fucking you up, huh brat?” He huffs, slowly moving it, so obscene you’re blushing, then gasping out as he presses your legs up high, folding you in half under him, hitting even deeper now, your hips are bucking back at it, how deep he is, how full you are. “Ah-ah, don’t run now.”

“Too much. Too big.” He’s moaning as he eases your thighs down just a bit, instead hooking one over an elbow.

“Brat can’t take dick huh?”

“Sukuna… y-you’re a-”

“I’m a what baby?” He’s slamming his cock so deep you scream, soaking him further, hands gripping the silken material under you, head falling back as he grips your hips bruisingly.

“You’re too much, mmm.” You whimper out, he laughs softly, leaning over you again, pulling out just to slam his length back in, and then your eyes hit his, and he can’t take how beautiful you are.

“Drooling, huh slutty girl?” He cooes, swiping at your face, you just moan, as he slips his thumb between your lips, you’re slobbering all around it as he fucks faster and faster, slamming and pressing you even deeper into the firm mattress, taking over all of your senses, it’s all Sukuna, when he finally slows, kissing down your throat and biting hard.

“Ah!”

“Mmm, ya taste good everywhere.” He’s groaning as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, as one of your hands entangle in his silky hair, and the other grips the taut muscles of his back. “Feel her squeezing me, fuckin’ milking me, f-fuck…”

“Sukuna, m’gonna cum again, ngh!” You’re whining, so overstimulated, when he uses one elbow to brace himself, the other hand slipping between you as pinches your little clit, you scream so loud your voice is hoarse.

“That’s it, can’t help yourself hmm? Gonna cum again, so easy?”

“For you… easy for…” Your vision goes black as you gasp out for any sort of breath, and he’s rolling his rough finger right on it. “S-sensitive!”

“Cum again, lemme feel her, shit- mmm.” You’re gushing and pulsing, you hear the sounds now, how wet you really are, mixed with his moans as he watches your pretty face while you cum, knowing he could never get tired of the sight. “There you go, good girl.”

You’re lost again, clinging to him and crying tears, he thinks how pretty they look coming down your cheeks as he is getting close, your walls clamping down with the force of your orgasms. “C-can’t take m-more…”

“You can, baby, hah don’t tap out yet.” He’s grinning all insane when he leans over you fully, bodies flush, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, squeezing against him as he slows finally, just a bit, letting you catch a breath, both of your eyes locking again. “Do I gotta get a morning after pill?”

You catch his meaning, blushing furiously, as he slides out slowly, almost to the tip, before shoving back in to get your attention. “Wh-what?”

“Birth control, brat, I’m not pulling out. Wanna paint your pretty insides with all my fuckin cum.” His words are filthy, he’s filthy, but you want it then, crave it, he watches how your eyes glitter, how your lips part, smirking down at you. “Ya want it, don’t you? Me to fill up your slutty pussy hah?”

“Please… no need for… a-after pill, m’on the p-pill, f-fuckkt…” It’s impossible to focus when he’s fucking you harder now again, smirking down as he knows he’d bust in you regardless.

“Gonna fill you up s’fucking good, gonna drip my cum out as you’re dancing, for men who can never fucking have you.” You’re just a mess now, incoherent when he shoves your legs over his shoulders and pummels you, the loud slap slap slap echoing in his slutty, freaky ass room, along with your pathetic little cries.

“Please… cum in me…” Your words are it for him, he’s pressing inside, and you hear it then, that whimper you heard sucking him, as his eyelashes flutter and those muscles tense, a drip of sweat slipping down to the base of his cock as he thrusts in once more so deep, in your damn cervix, and he starts to fill you, flooding you with ropes of his hot cum.

“Oh my f-fucking… feel s-so…” Sukuna’s slamming his lips down on yours, something he just doesn’t do, as he busts inside your slick walls, his cock pulsing more and more of that gooey cum all in you, moaning against your lips. “She’s so greedy, she w-wants every drop, mmm.”

You’re just shaking as he fills you, back lifting off the bed as his arm wraps you, yanking you further down his dripping cock, pumping you so full you feel it in your stomach, you’re clinging to him as he drinks your cries. He’s kissing you over and over, messy, sloppy, desperate as your muscles are spasming, pushing his own cum down his cock with the force.

“Never felt something that good, jesus fuck…” He’s groaning, biting at your lower lip, resting his forehead for a moment and feeling far too intimate, even more intimate than his cum filling your warm pussy.

“Mnh… It’s so much…”

He laughs a bit, breathless, kissing you again before easing back finally, looking at the marks from his teeth, his fingers, his hands all over your pretty body. He exhales, running his fingers down your thighs, watching goosebumps rise, watching you twitch and jerk.

“S-sensitive…”

“Are you now?” You nod barely, as he kisses down your neck, tongue lapping at the little drops of perspiration from your skin as you whimper, and he finally pulls his cock out, looking down at it. “What a mess we made, huh pretty little slut?”

“Mnh, d-did we?” Your room is spinning, and he’s grinning as he pulls back, watching the sloppy, sticky mess pour down his perfect bedding. “Oh! Oh…”

“Yeah oh, you’re cute.” He chuckles at your narrowed eyes, leaning up on your elbows as he fingers at the sticky cum all over your cunt. “She’s so puffy, hah look at this.”

“Sukuna… w-what are you doing!?” He’s shoving your thighs up high, grinning.

“Hold em up.”

“Why!? We just… mnh!” Sukuna is lapping his own cum right out of your pussy, you’re so overstimulated you’re crying, hiccuping as you yank at that pink hair, his huge hands taking over your ass, your thighs as they threaten to close.

“Taste us together, god.” He’s groaning as he laps up and scoops his own cum that’s just pouring out of your hole with that long pink tongue, making his cock that was satiated twitch again with need for you, as your thighs are squishing his head, earning his scowl. “I said, keep em open.”

“C-can’t, what even are you Sukuna?” You whisper breathless, thinking he’s some sort of demon as he’s chuckling against a puffy little cunt, leaning and forcefully shoving your thighs apart.

“Wanna taste us, brat?” He whispers, and you pause your squirming, breasts heaving with the effort it takes to take him.

“Yes.”

He moans, scooping more of his own cum out of your pussy, his taste buds brushing on your walls before he leans up, gripping your chin and putting two fingers to your lips, opening your mouth. Your tongue hangs out as he spits then, all his cum mixing with his saliva as it drips down in a filthy string into your open mouth, your eyes widen at it, your pussy clenching again.

“Swallow, now.” He orders, and you eagerly do, making him moan, saliva still dripping just a bit from his plump lips, which turn up, he now kisses you, swapping his cum between your tongues, and you’re gripping him with your little fingers, whining. “Remember I told you to eat?”

“Y-yes…” You manage, swallowing his salty sweet cum down, lashes lowering as you study his tongue swiping across his tongue so lewd and sexy, just making you ready again.

“You’re really gonna wish you listened.” You blink before he’s got you flipped to your hands and knees, and you feel the piercing tickling your slit, your clit, you whine out at it, head falling forward as your body is shaking.

“Again- already!?”

“How pathetic was that lil’ bitch you were with?” He practically growls then, spreading your ass cheeks and pussy lips open to peer at you, all red and beat up, just making his sticky cock harder. “Never went back to back?”

“What even is that, I- oh my god.” Sukuna’s not just easing in this time, no he’s slid all the way in your entrance, bottoming out and stuffing you full, you cry out, head buried in the blankets, as his thumbs press into the dimples of your back.

“You think once is enough for me? Of this? Of you? Oh, fuck no, need more and more of this.” He’s slamming into your cunt, hitting even more angles as your ass archess, one of his hands sliding up to wrap in your hair, pulling it until your back is curved, and your head falls back. “Can’t get enough of you.”

His words along with his cock fuck every thought out of your head, just like he said, as he has you on your knees, one hand now wrapping your throat, and your head turns to look at him, vision fading in and out. 

“Want it?” He asks gruffly, as he squeezes your throat. You nod weakly, and his ruby eyes light up. “Trust me?”

“I do trust you.” You whisper, he pauses for a moment, thinking of more words he’d love to hear, to say, but then he’s sinking into your heat, moaning and laying you on your tummy, prone over you.

“Gonna be all me, huh perfect little whore? All me?” You whimper as he takes you over, hooking one leg across yours and sinking impossibly deep, squeezing your throat, you’re lightheaded, you’re floating. He’s whispering in your ear, “All me, all mine, no one’s gonna fuckin’ touch you.”

You can’t imagine wanting anything else, you’re weak as you nod, as he squeezes your oxygen from your little neck with his big hand, his long fingers, sinking into your pussy so deep you can’t tell where you begin and he ends. It is all him, all Sukuna, as he chokes you, as he fucks you, as he kisses you, moaning as you’re cumming all over his cock again.

“Mnh- f-fuck… can’t help yourself, can you?” He’s gruffly talking shit, but as he feels you tighten again he’s close to cumming all over, he releases your throat, seeing your reddened face, kissing you again all sloppy. Your teeth click, tongues dripping down, while he’s crying out. “Want more inside you? Me to fill you till you can’t even fuckin walk?”

“Please!” Your little cry destroys him, he’s cumming in you like this so fucking intimate, kissing you as he fills your pussy again, pushing his cum up and inside your pussy further.

Sukuna was not kidding about no sleep, despite him not putting you in the sex swing or handcuffing you- yes there is an entire cuffing system for his bed- no, he’s having more than enough fun using your pretty body. Every position, several rounds of cum stuffing in your pussy, until he finally allows you a water break, and you truly can’t stand, he has to hold you up.

He’s laughing as you gulp down water, body shaking still, so weak from how much he’s fucked you, more than maybe you’ve ever fucked in a year in the matter of hours. Your hand is so shaky the water slips off the sides, making him have to take the cup from you, his hand cupping your face, putting the glass to your lips.

“Little brat can’t function?” He hums, you sigh, leaning against him, head on his chest, feeling his thrumming heart beat.

“You’re not human, I’m convinced.” He smirks then.

“We’re just getting started.”

“Huh!?”

“I’m giving you a moment.” He leans forward and bends at the waist, pressing you against the counter, completely naked. You should be insecure or embarrassed, shy maybe, because as a stripper you still had certain things covered, but you really couldn’t care about that, not with him. “Look at this body, fuck…”

“You’re sweet to me.”

“Sweet? You should look at those handprints on your ass.” You giggle a bit, but when he’s kissing you again, you’re melting, feeling so much it makes your throat close up, your heart racing, as you lean up, eager for more. “Let’s clean up.”

“Yes please.” He brushes your hair back, all messy from the amount of times he’s pulled it, buried his face in it, ran his fingers through it. It feels… 

“Perfect.”

“Hmm?” You murmur, eyes shutting as he kisses your forehead, far too sweet a gesture for a man like Sukuna, but you’re annoyingly turning him into mush, and he really can’t stand it.

“Said perfect.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, annoying brat.” You giggle, shaking your head. “Don’t make me fuck every insecurity out of you dumb little head.”

“Excuse me? I can’t tell if you’re being sweet or an ass.” He just raises his brows, you shove at him, laughing, then he’s picking you up in his arms, you cling to his neck, breathless.

“Gotta carry you all around and shit, huh? Can’t walk?”

“You like to do it, stop lying.” He hides his smile in your messy hair, as he eases you to sit, starting the shower now, the steam rising around you as soon as you step in, looking at just how luxurious it is, multiple shower heads amongst pretty tan marble tiles, little white ones warmed under your feet when he leads you in. “This shower is nicer than my existence.”

He snorts at that, shaking his head, eying your body covered in forming bruises, feral thinking that everyone will now know you’re his. Even if it hasn’t been explicitly stated yet, he already knows it for the both of you. He feels this annoying ass tenderness for you, as he watches the hot droplets cascading off your sexy, pretty little body, your head falling back, eyes closed in enjoyment.

Soon Sukuna is standing behind you, his hands immediately on your shoulders, rubbing the knots out, making you lean into his touch. “This is heaven.” You murmur, his hands slipping down to your hair, brushing it to the side and leaning low, his lips against your ear.

“Mm, it’s just a shower, brat, I can make you feel way better, hmm?” He says, voice low, his cock hardening again for you, poking at your back thick and hot, but he doesn’t move on it yet, just lets the warm water run over the both of you.

“Better than anything.” You feel yourself leaning more on him, as the water is  washing away the sticky mess of your love making, the heat making your skin tingle as his thick cock pulses. Your heat in your tummy starts again, and your nipples perk up, he eyes them, his hands gripping them, eliciting a cry from you, your ass arching more against him.

“Better than anything, huh?”

“Anything.” At your whisper he’s got you turning around, your hands slip up his slick chest to his shoulders, watching the water running down his abs, his cock with that reddened tip fully hard again, and he’s just staring at you with those ruby eyes, gulping at how much you make him feel with those words. “What’s that look, Sukuna?”

“Thinking about everything I’m gonna do to you.” You bite your lower lip, as his hands find purchase at the nip of your waist. “I’m gonna fuck you again, and again, until you can’t even think of anyone else but me.”

“Sukuna, there is no one else I think of.” You whisper, leaning up as he leans down, and you kiss him, deep and sloppy and so desperate, and he groans, grabbing your thighs, hoisting you up so you wrap around his waist.

“Only me in that pretty head, only my cock inside your tight lil’ fucking cunt, huh?” Your legs are shaking as you’re pressed against the slippery tile wall, his possessive words just making you wetter. “Say it.”

“Only you.” Sukuna exhales, his grip is firm on your ass, as he starts to fuck you again, his cock sliding in so easily, because of how much you’ve cum already, how much he’s fucked you, stretched your little pussy out.

The water is hot on your skin, but not as hot as his touch, not as warm as his body, as he whispers filthy things that sound like pretty love confessions. “Perfect little slut, made f’me, hah- made to take my cock, yeah?”

You just nod weakly, feeling his cock hit your g-spot with that piercing again, your nails digging into his shoulders and slipping as the water pummels both of you, burning hot. You’re so sore then, but you crave it, crave more, gasping out, toes curling as he shoves in so deep, rolling his hips and pulling back.

“Look at that pretty face, so fucked out.” He murmurs, watching while he lifts and slams you down on his cock, your eyes roll back, mouth open in an O, he knows you’re close again. “That’s it, pathetic slut can’t help cumming, so cock hungry?”

“Mnh!” You are just too fucked out to answer anymore, when he’s got his hand on your neck, his thumbs pressing gently on your pulse point, tilting your chin up.

“Look at me when you cum all over my cock, brat.” You struggle to focus, then you’re shattering again, so lost in his eyes that you don’t even realize when he’s cumming again, until he’s moaning and kissing you brutally, filling you up so hot all in your tummy. “How many loads- hah- you gonna take?”

“Shh- f-fuck!” You’re riding it out, the orgasm him painting your walls gives you, as you’re kissing down his neck, clinging to him weakly.

“Perfect girl, made to be filled by me. Just me.” You sigh, as he eases out of you, then eases you to stand, legs wobbly. “Just me.”

“Sukuna… you’re insane.” He smirks now, shaking his head.

“You really got no idea.”

After the night, you got absolutely no sleep. Aside from literally passing out on him with his cock in you, he woke you up with a not so gentle smack on your ass, as you were bent over in doggy and fading out. You’d sleepily grumbled until he finally decided to cuddle you in his bed, and fuck you feel so good in his arms.

Too good.

Sukuna’s cock was prodding at your entrance, even as you’re in his dress shirt, and you hiss in pain as he touches it, as his tip presses against you, and he’s toying with your puffy little clit. “Need you again.”

“I c-can’t, Kuna…” You whisper, pathetic and weak, half asleep in this man’s strong arms.

He pauses then. “Kuna? The fuck is that?”

You’re loopy, smiling back at him, eyes lidded and barely open, bare faced and beautiful to him, the moonlight glinting through the window now and illuminating your pretty face. “Issa nickname…”

“Stupid.” He huffs, earning another tired giggle, no drug or liquor could ever feel like being fucked out by Sukuna, you’re sure of it. “You’re cockdrunk, tch.”

“S’your fault, Kuna.” You’re giggling as he scowls, cupping your face, the fan whirling softly above you both as you feel the silk against your skin from him shuffling under the blankets.

“Stop the stupid nickname, brat.” He orders, you shake your head then. “You are a brat, not listening for shit.”

“You love it. Shh.” You kiss him so sweetly, he melts against you, pulling you close as he exhales against your lips, drowning in you. “Can I get jus’ a couple hours, I have my kid tomorrow.” You yawn then, and he pulls back, frowning.

“Can’t you stay tomorrow too? I will pay her more.” You blink sleepily, shaking your head.

“No, too much time… I’ll miss Touma.” You’re fading, and Sukuna feels too goddamn much, as he stares at you, as he thinks of the ripping feeling in his heart at you ever leaving.

Would he have to just move in the damn kid!?

Would you even go for this?

It’s too soon and it’s stupid but he cuddles you then, thinking of stupid, stupid things, a girl that makes him question too much just existing. When you snuggle against him, and he holds you, he wants to keep you here so badly it makes him almost sick, your little sleepy smile as you murmur a stupid nickname.

What have you done to him?

*****

“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” You’re hissing as Sukuna is chuckling at you, while you’re wobbling out to his car, wearing his jacket and your pajamas underneath, your hair insane from falling asleep after the second shower.

Six times he fucked you.

Six times he busted inside you.

Six times!?

That’s not counting the amount of times he had his face buried between your thighs, or the times he was fucking your throat. That was just the amount of loads he’d pumped in your pussy. He’s leaned back in his seat, you get to see one of his cars, some fancy sports thing, that purrs as he starts it, chuckling at you.

“Poor baby can’t take all this dick, can she?”

“Sukuna, that's not fair. Tell me this isn’t normal!?” He pauses then, sighing a bit as he drives.

“No, that much isn’t normal for me either.” He murmurs, before his smirk is back, eyeing your pained expression. “Are you doing okay?”

“No, I am not.” Your tummy rumbles then, and you blush in embarrassment.

“Want food on the way home?”

“No, you don’t have to…”

“Let’s just swing through somewhere.” It feels too comfortable, too perfect, his hand on your thigh as he drives, it feels like you’re all his, truly like you’re meant to be there, and that should scare the shit out of him. But he’s too far gone to be scared of it at all.

“Okay, thank you.” You yawn cutely, melting him despite his cocky, arrogant little attitude he presents. He swings through a breakfast place soon, and you lean forward. “Um, Touma likes french toast.”

“What about you, brat?”

“Me… um… in a second.” You’re rattling off things for your kid, irritating him since your tummy is clearly growling again.

“And for you?” He asks again, scowling now, you giggle a bit.

“Protein for recovery needed. Egg and sausage?”

He rolls his eyes, ordering it, slapping at your hand when it goes to your purse. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Kuna, it’s for my kid too.” He frowns once more, smacking your hand again, like you’re some little kid touching what you shouldn’t.

“Don’t call me Kuna, shit. Also, hell no, I’ll pay, it’s literally nothing.” You ease back a bit, as he hands you the bags and drink holder, smiling at him. “Stop that, it’s nothing.”

“It’s sweet. Really sweet.” You tear up a bit by the time you’re home, earning a further look of confusion on his face.

“Don’t cry over some cheap breakfast, shit.”

“No you’re just… Sukuna it’s been all me, everything, just this one little thing… it was sweet.” You murmur, eyes glimmering, and he realizes then, just what you must have been through, at least some of it, if this meant anything to you at all.

“Well, just… just let me do shit for you all the time, then. Stop bitching about it.” He says with narrowed eyes, and you giggle just a bit, the sound tightening his chest far too much when you lean forward, little hand brushing against his jaw as you lean forward.

“Last night was… there are no words. I hope um, it wasn’t once?” You whisper, and Sukuna drags you against him right in front of your house, one hand pressed on your waist as he looks at you.

“I did fuck your brains out, if you think that’s all I want. The fuck? You think I don’t want you every day and night.” You exhale in relief, kissing him then, so sweetly he should make it rough, right? He should grip a titty, your ass, bite your lip, anything but kiss back just as tenderly, inhaling the sweet scent of you filling the car, mixing with the breakfast sitting in your lap.

“Even if it’s just um… sex. I’ll do it, Kuna. I feel so good with you.” He should rejoice in this, a man who just wants that, wants it easy in life, but his jaw clenches when he cups your face.

“I fucked every braincell out.” You laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not… tch, not all I… y’know get out, brat. Annoying.”

You smile at him, knowing what he means as his jaw clenches, pressing a kiss on the cleft of his chin, then nuzzling your nose against his, far too sweet, far too cute, destroying him with every precious moment. Making him a little bitch, soon he’d be ordering fruity drinks like goddamn Gojo, what you do to him, with your cheeks and eyes all bright, your smile.

God, your smile.

He sees then, behind you, a little boy, he looks just like you, along with a blue haired girl, standing on your front porch. You turn your face then, smiling so pretty his stupid heart hurts. “I should go now, will I see you at work tonight?”

“Of course you will.” He says, voice husky, as he leans to un-seatbelt you, curiously looking out again.

Would he ever meet your kid?

Would you all ever really… get that far?

What would Sukuna even say to a damn kid? It’s not like he has been around any, or had thoughts of having his own, but he wants every part of you, and if this is the biggest, he suddenly feels the need to know about it. “You love that kid huh?”

“More than anything. But… someone is occupying my heart kind of fast.” Your breathy whisper is met with his widened ruby eyes, when you kiss him once more, smiling sweetly. “I’ll see you tonight, Kuna.”

“Tch.” Is all you get, but Sukuna watches, as you pick up your little boy in your arms, grinning happily, and your kid is smacking kisses on your cheek, melting him more than he’ll admit when he drives off, missing you already.

You miss him the moment he drives off, sighing happily at Touma then, who is squeezing your neck so tight. “Mama, I had so much fun!”

“Did you!?”

“So much! Miwa made cookies!”

“I saw! I’ve got french toast.”

Touma’s eyes light up. “Yum!” Then when you’re inside, arranging breakfast after Miwa leaves, he tugs at your hair.

“What is it, baby?” You ask, leaning down as he’s got one hand clamped around a french toast stick.

“Mama looks happy.” Your lips tremble at his assessment, eyes tearing up at his next words. “Mama doesn’t smile a lot.”

“I’m so sorry, Touma. Mama gets tired, but you always make me happy.” You’re crying now, as he touches you with sticky french toast fingers, cinnamon brushing across your cheek.

“No mama, I’m happy. You smile. Pretty.” You grin now, and Touma grins. “Pretty, mama is pretty.”

“And you’re the most handsome boy.” You pull him against you, the love in your heart filling you completely, as you kiss his soft hair. “Touma you always make me happy, even if I don’t show it. Mama gets a little stressed out.”

“S’okay mama.” You kiss his forehead sweetly, then he’s off to playing when you clean up, thinking of Sukuna.

He made you smile.

He makes you feel so good.

Sure, physically, but how his hands entwined with yours? How he looked at you? You don’t know if he’ll get serious, but everything in you craves more of him, to know more of him, than just the physical. Both of you still know so little, but it’s like he’s given this brightness in a dark world, where Touma was all you had for that, but you realize your stress and sadness affected him even.

You absolutely nap with Touma in his little toddler bed, snoring and cuddling, because honestly Sukuna has worn you out. Your phone keeps going off after a couple hours, and Touma hands it to you, smacking on your face to wake you up. “Mama, it’s daddy.”

Your heart stops then, pounding in your chest as you take the phone, holding it to your ear. “What?” You say tersely, earning Naoya’s chuckle.

“I’m outside, sweetheart, wanna let me in?”

This chap absolutely was smut filled, reader needed this okay!?!? The next we will be getting back into the plot- clearly Naoya is here. I planned on six parts but it may go longer bc there's a lot I need to do lol. I hope to hear what you think <3

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Buy me a glass of wine🍷 - Gen Masterlist

[shoujoboy-restart]

Oh thought I was rebbloging from them, eh potato potato.

Also why would I be "scared" of them lol, you yourself said THEIR comparison isn't good, I'm not the one saying abortion for women is equal or comparable to the draft for men, they did.

> I've seen no love for Tate from MRAs

Neither have i because the MRA movement is dead and rotting when it comes to relevance in politics and social discourse at all, you had to bring it up unrelated, no, literally I also had to check if I even said "MRA", I only used "men's right" generically and obviously about the concept not the movement, that's how irrelevant it is to discussions now days.

Which makes this weird strawmans and skeleton digging you are doing really embarrassing

Idk who this warren dude is, good for him, bad for for him whatever, seems like a guy who the topic of a generic buzzfeed feminist article in the 2010s that would make some good and bad point about his beliefs i guess.

Roosh v, don't know don't care, I can remember the name only and he seems to call himself a pick up artist from I've seen, so the anti-sjw slop tubers from 2014 would probably go to great lengths to make him seem more relevant than he is just like mainstream media and probably use him for click bait, but whatever he's doing is for money and grifting by default from what I can see in the surface and that's just common sense I don't make rules lol.

Marc Lepine...

So a random anti-feminist shooter from the 80s? There's like a handful of them, again idk how he's relevant to this discussion specifically, like if you are using this to relive a debunk post you made against We Hunt The Mammoth in the 2010s and you felt it deserved more notes I will need you to pay before and after you finish and i ain't no cheap hoe. But I can definetely see a 2010s video by a random slop tuber that would use the fact he killed men too as proof "he's not a Real™ anti-feminist", make a bunch of edgy commentary about how actually someone should have pitty fucked him for the benefit of society, women shouldn't have been so picky about his demonic depressed aura and they should have thought of him when fighting for women rights completely unrelated to whatever internal issue he was having, issues which the slop tuber and his audience would probably call "socialism welfare" if separated from the topics of men's rights (again, generically, no one is referring to a movement that failed upwards, please move on 2010s it is better for a everyone if we do that)

Honey Badger Brigade, oof that's a deep cut, remember when they tried to go on Metakour's stream to beg for money for that pointless lawsuit going back where they said "actually we are now going to represent ourselves because all lawyers are dumb and don't know anything" which looking back as a adult really just came off as begging and trying to extend their 15 minutes of fame and that any lawyer worth their salt was telling them the contract they signed probably said they could lose their spot whenever and for whatever reason, I also remember when the butch one started using every slur know to man trying to be one of the Cool YouTubers™ 😎 when responding back to Metakour's not giving a shit about men rights because he didn't care about politics of any kind and told them to stop begging his viewers for money, even at like 14 i cringed and noticed how desperate they were to be pandering to anybody that gave them relevance, like nothing shows you REALLY care about men's right than using slurs like the hard-r n-word that dehumanized men based on their skin color and ethnicity, honestly they were the definition of pick me if you ask me, just saying whatever men wanted to hear with no care of concistency or true higher beliefs because it gave them some sort of relevance they could get if involving themselves with real world activism.

Yeah I genuinely don't get why you just brought up some random Mc Nobody author, one of the handful of grifters before Andrew Tate perfected the formula and prepared the soil for him to land, a random anti-feminist shooter form the 80s that would probably get some Devil's Advocacy for YouTube clicks from grifting slop tubers which would be consumed uncritically and then would make y'all look bad obviously and two pick me that had no real beliefs, begged for money every other week for like the political equivalent of pizza parties and would had no real opinion besides whatever mediocre men would like to hear women say.

Again, I said "red pill movement" which is a incredibly generic catch all term for men and people claiming to seek male improvement, which Tate is, he uses that term, most people that also call themselves "red pilled" accept and love him and I have yet to even see a "association fallacy" even begin to being used to claim he doesn't represent "red pill values", mostly because there's none since it just a "floating symbol".

But hey you are the same dude who believes in that weird narrative of "the term incel was actually made derogatorily by a random zoophililic radfem" made by incel appropriators themselves in a beyond weird attempt to make it seem like they didn't steal the term from a disabled woman who made a support forum for disabled and socially unpalatable men and women and actually everyone everywhere wronged them and that's why they advocate for pedophilia now (this is just as irrelevant to topic like your weird creature of the nights checklist you did so lol and lmao even).

Genuine advice, move on, the MRA movement is the definition of reactionary, the only accomplishment it has to show is a Apollo curse PR documentary, a bunch of pizza parties about how great it is to have xy chromosomes in a average way and a bunch of rent seekers shadow boxing at already retires feminist internet figure heads or waiting for the next ai generated article about why eating avocados and doing yoga is the ultimate feminism activism to drop to dibonky it epic style, I'm afraid if this discussion goes any further you are doing to talk about Anita Sarkesian as if she relevant still, and that's scary, move on genuinely, almost a decade doing this and y'all having nothing but YouTube views to show. Genuinely the only people who bring up MRAs unironically these days are TERFs and radfems claiming they have evolved into trans rights activists, and like they are twice more chronically online than MRAs yet they have more real world accomplishmenta than y'all did at the top of y'all's relevance back then...that's sad babe, real sad.

Not feminist as in "women should be included in the draft" but feminist as in "being drafted is a violation of bodily autonomy for any gender".

The draft should not exist. Drafting people into the military is a violation of human rights. You should not be able to force someone to risk their life. If you can't find enough people who care about a conflict to keep it going then it simply shouldn't keep going. You can't even force someone to donate a kidney using government power, why the fuck can you force them to donate their whole body and life to a cause they don't agree with or don't care about?

[kashverse]

HAI HAI!!

since your requests are open

I request:

Waitress!reader/waiter!reader x costumer!gojo

I love ur writing sm its fine if this one comes out late your kunafamily fics are enough to keep me happy for my entire life 💕

i decided to continue my nerd! gojo in the 90's au :)

gojo is cool. he's chill. he's definitely not about to make a total dweeb of himself in front of the most statistically, scientifically, gravitationally attractive human being he has ever laid his bespectacled eyes on. 

you're just a waiter. a devastatingly good-looking, reality-breaking, hotter-than-a-bunsen-burner-on-max waiter. but whatever. he’s got this.

so when you set down his extra sweet caramel latte—because caffeine alone is for people who don’t respect the concept of joy—he decides, yeah, he’s gonna flex a little. “y’know,” he starts, adjusting his glasses like he’s about to drop some serious knowledge, “chemically speaking, caramelization is a non-enzymatic browning reaction caused by the pyrolysis of sugar at high temperatures, breaking it down into smaller volatile compounds that give off that totally radical smell and taste."

he glances up, hoping for at least a nod of interest, maybe a ‘whoa, dude, that’s fascinating’—but instead, you just blink at him.

danger. danger. abort. ABORT.

but then—you giggle. like, an actual, real life giggle.

oh. oh hell yeah. this is it. this is his moment.

he leans in, confidence skyrocketing. “basically, what i’m saying is, this latte? it’s got the same level of complex molecular interactions as the feeling of looking at your face.”

you snort. “that’s the nerdiest way anyone’s ever hit on me.” he shrugs, throwing in what he hopes is a suave smirk but probably just makes him look like he’s fighting a brain freeze. “i aim for innovation, babe. anybody can say ‘you’re pretty’—but only i can compare your existence to a maillard reaction.”

you shake your head, still grinning. “you really just monologued about sugar chemistry instead of just saying you think i’m cute, huh?”

“listen,” he says, leaning back and spreading his arms dramatically, “i could’ve gone with the basic approach, but then i’d be just some guy to you. i’m tryna be THE guy—the one you remember forever as ‘that one boy who equated my attractiveness to caramelization.’” you hum, tapping your chin. “that is pretty memorable.”

“right?! see, i’m playing 4D chess here.”

you roll your eyes but don’t stop smiling. “all right, textbook boy, enjoy your latte. try not to get lost in thermodynamic contemplation or whatever.” you walk away, and gojo, still riding the high of your giggles, takes a sip of his drink—only to immediately regret every decision he’s ever made in his life. 

“holy—” he pulls the cup away, blinking rapidly. “that is so sweet. why did i order this?”

he hears you chuckle from behind the counter. he’s never ordering anything else ever again.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When You Call Them Clingy| Hyungline Pt3

Hyungline x Gn!Reader

(i was supposed to release this yesterday but things came up im sor sorry its late but here you go!!! idk how i feel about this :/)

Bangchan

The night air was cool as you walked into the dimly lit bar, Felix by your side, his expression a mixture of concern and forced cheer. You had told Chan that you had plans- and wouldn’t lie to him- and that meant actually going through with your impulsive decision to make plans.

So, here you were, out with Felix, pretending that the weight in your chest wasn’t getting heavier with every minute that passed.

Felix had noticed, of course. He always did. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, voice soft. "Maybe you can-"

You forced a smile, waving him off. “Yeah, of course. I need a distraction.”

But the more you drank, the more you realized it wasn’t a distraction at all. Every sip burned, and every moment you weren’t thinking about Chan consciously was just a moment your subconscious filled with the memory of his face. His voice. The way he had shut you out completely after you made such a careless comment.

Meanwhile, across town, Chan sat in the corner of him an Jeongin’s apartment, drink in hand, gaze distant. Jisung had been invited over as well to have a few drinks and relax, since Chan also felt uneasy with the excuse he had made. Both boys sensed that something was off, but neither of them asked, just quietly sipping their drinks.

Until finally they couldn't take it anymore.

“You good, hyung?” Jisung finally asked, watching Chan down another shot.

Chan huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his face. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Jeongin raised a brow. “You sure about that?”

Chan didn’t answer. He just stared at the ice in his glass, swirling it absentmindedly. The alcohol was dulling the ache in his chest, but only slightly. He had been pushing himself to stop thinking about you, to accept that you needed space, but it wasn’t working.

Not when his mind kept replaying the way you had looked at him before you left. The way your voice had sounded too quiet when you said goodnight.

The way it had sounded angry when you called him clingy.

Did he really do too much? What if-

Then his phone vibrated.

Felix.

Chan frowned, answering quickly. “Lix?”

“Hyung,” Felix said, exhaling sharply. “I need you to come get Y/N.”

Chan sat up immediately. “Who? You're with Y/N?" 

Was Y/N originally planning to hang out with Lix?...I thought they had just made an excuse-

Felix hesitated, his voice tight. “Y/Ns…not doing great- won't let me help-" Chris struggled to hear over the noise of the bar.  "-keeps pushing me away, saying they don’t want me to be ‘clingy'- out of -mind and refuses to- help them- get home.”

Chan felt the words like a slap to the face. His chest constricted, at the thought of you being drunk out of your mind.

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said, already grabbing his jacket. “Send me the location.” He stood up abruptly and wobbled slightly.

Jisung and Jeongin exchanged a look before quickly standing as well. “We’re coming with you,” Jeongin said firmly. "I'll drive, you drank more than either of us."

(For legal purposes disclaimer: y'all do NOT drink and drive. it's dangerous and can have serious repercussions. always try your best to have a sober friend around as well, in case of emergency)

Jeongin snatched Chris's key's and they all hopped into the car.

You tended to worry him when you were drunk, and he wasn't sure what to expect.

The drive felt agonizingly long. The alcohol still buzzed faintly in Chan’s system, but the moment he heard Felix’s voice and heard that you were in trouble - or causing trouble maybe -he sobered up fast. His heart pounded against his ribs as worry gnawed at his insides.

The second they stepped into the bar, his eyes scanned the room until he found you. And his breath caught in his throat.

You were sitting at a table, arms crossed tightly over your chest, brows furrowed as Felix spoke to you softly as he patted your back. But it was clear you weren’t listening. Your eyes were glassy, and your lips were pursed like you were trying not to cry as you shook your head, then slamming it onto the table like an angry toddler.

Felix noticed them first, exhaling in relief. “Thank God,” he muttered.

Chan wasted no time. He was at your side in an instant, crouching down so he was at eye level. “Y/N.”

Your head snapped toward him, and for a moment, your expression flickered with something so raw, so vulnerable, that it made his chest ache. But then your lips wobbled, and you hiccuped, looking away. “Go away.”

Chan’s jaw tightened. “Not happening, baby. Come on, let’s get you home.”

You shook your head stubbornly. “No.”

"You're being a pain, Y/N-ie. To Felix of all people do you want to upset him?"

Chan glanced at Felix, who gave him a knowing look. Felix wasn’t upset- he understood. It wasn’t that you didn’t want help. You just didn’t want it from anyone who wasn’t Chan.

You still stubbornly shook your head so Chan looked at Jisung who nodded.

Jisung sighed, mocking anger and crossing his arms. “Y/N you're being difficult, we can do it the easy way or the hard way. Or do you want to make us upset and disappointed?”

The moment Jisung spoke, you immediately nodded, causing a chuckle from the boys. "Okay, I'll listen."

The boys had long since known Jisung was your first bias, and that was often used for leverage in situations like these, when you're brain was too fogged to do much other that realize you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of someone you admired. 

Carefully, Chan reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist. “Y/N,” he murmured, softer now. “Ready now?”

At that, your whole body seemed to deflate. Your lips trembled, and your eyes welled up with tears. “I was mean to you,” you whispered.

Chan exhaled softly, still caressing your wrist. “I know.”

“I didn’t mean it.” You whimpered.

“I know,” he said again, this time even softer.

Your face crumpled. “I’m sorry.”

Chan sighed, his chest tightening unbearably. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

This time, you didn’t fight him. You let him help you up, let him guide you out of the bar, his arm steady around your waist. The moment you were outside, the cool air hit you, and your steps wobbled. Chan adjusted his grip, holding you closer.

“I miss you,” you mumbled into his shoulder. Wiping your snot on him.

Chan swallowed hard. “I’m right here.” He noticed your were wiping your nose on him and he rolled his eyes lovingly. "You need a tissue?"

“You were mad,” you said, your voice tiny.

“I was hurt,” he corrected gently. “But I wasn’t mad.” He helped you get into the back seat of the car. "Sometimes, we just have to learn to handle our emotions a bit better. After some thought, I know we both could have reacted in better ways. I should have told you how I felt, and you should have told me how you felt. I know you were upset and didn't mean it, but it doesn't take away any of the hurt Y/N. I 'cling' to you because I'm deeply in love with you.

Your fingers clutched at his sleeve. “Are you leaving me?” You said looking up at him with wide eyes.

Chan paused buckling you in. His eyes widened as he turned to look at your face fully. “What?”

“You’re not gonna leave me, right?” you whispered, your voice thick with tears. “I feel so bad, Chris. I don’t want you to go.”

Chan exhaled slowly. He wanted to be frustrated with you- wanted to tell you how much you had hurt him, how dismissing his care had stung. But looking at you now, your face scrunched up in guilt, your body trembling slightly from the alcohol and the weight of your emotions…he just couldn’t.

Instead, he finished buckling you in and slid next to you and pulled you into him, his head resting atop your head. “I’m not leaving you,” he murmured. “You’re stuck with me, okay?”

You sniffled against his chest. “Promise?”

His grip tightened. “Promise.”

Jisung and Jeongin exchanged a glance but said nothing. Felix let out a quiet sigh of relief as he climbed in the back with you two.

"You're not clingy." You said quietly on the ride back. "I was upset but you're not clingy."

Chan hmmed in acknowledgement, petting your hair.

You scooted closer to him, burying yourself into him even more.

"Can I be clingy though?" You muttered sleepily, eyes fluttering to a close.

"That's all I want." He murmured quietly, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you." 

"I love you."

As Chan held you close, feeling the tension in your body slowly begin to ease, he knew one thing for certain: no matter what, he wasn’t going anywhere. And so he squeezed you a bit tighter, clung to you.

And as you drifted off into sleep you realized- 

How could you ever think you didn't want this?

——————————————————————————

Minho

The moment you got home, you regretted running away. The sinking feeling in your stomach wouldn’t let up, and your mind kept replaying the scene over and over. The way Minho looked at you- shocked, maybe even a little hurt- made you feel even worse.

You curled up on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest, guilt weighing you down like a stone. He deserved to be heard. You had made a mess of things, and now, if you wanted to fix it, you had to be the one to take the first step.

The next morning, you gathered your courage and went back to his apartment. Your heart pounded as you stood in front of his door, staring at the keypad, remembering how easily you had let yourself in the night before. This time, you knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing a very tired-looking Minho. His hair was disheveled, his eyes slightly puffy as if he hadn’t slept much. When he saw you, his lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across his face before he stepped aside wordlessly to let you in.

You hesitated for a moment but stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of his apartment. The cats lounged around lazily, their tails flicking as they acknowledged your presence. The silence between you and Minho stretched, thick with unspoken words.

You turned to face him, gathering every ounce of courage you had. “I’m sorry.”

Minho’s brows furrowed slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. “For what exactly?”

“For everything.” You exhaled shakily. “For calling you clingy when you were just being sweet, for lashing out at you because I was feeling insecure. And for last night- for not even giving you a chance to explain.”

Minho sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You really hurt me, Y/N.”

“I know.” Your voice cracked. “And I hate that I did. I-” You swallowed. “I saw you with her and I just- jumped to the worst conclusion....”

He studied you for a moment, arms crossed, his gaze softer now but still guarded. "So...that is what you thought." He said quietly.

You blinked and nodded. "I...know you wouldn't though. I was emotional and I...don't..." You swallowed, trying to blink back tears.

Minho sighed and crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe to the living room. “You should’ve asked instead of assuming.”

“I should have.” You nodded. “Who...was she?” You asked quietly, feeling your face burn from embarrassment of still being wary.

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “My old neighbor. I asked her to watch the cats.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He let out a small sigh, then motioned for you to sit on the couch. You followed hesitantly, your heart still racing.

“I was planning something for us,” he admitted. “A trip. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I needed someone to take care of the cats while we were gone.”

Your breath hitched. “A trip?”

Minho nodded, his expression unreadable, but his jaw twitching. “Yeah. Because I love you, and I wanted to spend time with you. But then you called me clingy and started avoiding me, and I thought…maybe you didn’t want that.”

Guilt surged through you so strongly it made your chest ache. “Minho…”

He met your gaze, something raw in his eyes. “I know that I was the first one to...shut down or...seek space; but you were the one pulling away. I was just trying to hold on. And forget what you said...”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “I didn't mean that Minho. I know nothing can take those words back, but I truly truly didn't mean it.” you whispered.

"I don't..." Minho sighed. "I don't act...this way with others. I don't really like all the mushy stuff but with you...it's different. Its like...I have to do all that stuff because I love you so much that it physically pains me not to show you just how much you mean..."

"Min..."

"So when you said that it made me think maybe you didn't want my love. That maybe...it was a burden to you."

"It's not!" You shout, making Minho jump slightly. "It's not at all. If anything I'm the burden for making things so difficult."

"You'll never be a burden to me Y/N. You just need to tell me when things are getting too hard so I can adjust my love language during those times. So we can avoid things like this, hm?" He lifted your face to look at him, slowly rubbing his thumb over your cheek. You nodded.

"You can be such a pain when your irritated you know, that?" He teased, his eyes narrowing.

"I was scared that I showed you I don’t deserve how much you love me. And that...you...”

Minho sighed before leaning forward, cupping your cheek gently, as he crashed his lips into your to shut you up.

“You can be scared, but don’t shut me out. Let me be scared with you if you are. And for the record you have nothing to be scared for. I'm clingy remember? What makes you think I'll let you go?"

A tear slipped down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I love you, Y/N. Even when you’re being a pain.”

A small, watery laugh left your lips. “I love you too."

He smirked slightly. “So, you ready for the trip?”

You blinked. “You still want to go?”

Minho scoffed. “Of course. I planned everything. It’d be a waste not to.”

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He said wiggling his eyebrows. "A very special surprise."

You pouted. "But I wanna know-"

He shushed you again with his lips, pushing you back onto the couch, and Dori's napping spot much to cat's dismay.

His hand entwined with yours, for a split second he played with your ring finger.

"You'll know soon enough, jagiya." He mumbled against your lips, his hand falling from yours to wrap around you waste as he lay on top of you. "But I missed you so let me just be with you in this moment."

He pulled you into his arms, his embrace warm and familiar, as he cuddled into you, and told you about everything that had happened recently; and for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.

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Changbin

You barely had time to process before you were rushing outside.

He was turned away from you completely. Your stomach dropped, and your hands instinctively reached out for him. "Changbin, wait!"

But he didn’t even try to continue walk away. Instead, his shoulders shook. His breath came out ragged, and when he turned back to you, his eyes were glossy, brimmed with unshed tears.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Bin...?"

You ran up to him and you started apologizing. 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to steal your proposal or anything. I just wanted to apologize for snapping and calling you clingy-"

He let out a broken laugh, tears threatening to teeter over the edge, running a hand through his hair before looking at you with an expression so raw, so utterly vulnerable, that it made your chest pound. "You really think I’m upset because of that?"

Your brows furrowed. "Aren’t you? I- I took this from you. I ruined everything. I was so horrible-"

He cut you off with a shake of his head. "No, Y/N. God, no." He took in a shaking breath.

And then the first tear slipped down his cheek. Followed by the next, then the next.

Your heart clenched painfully at the sight, and you stepped closer, unsure if you should reach for him. He was crying. You had made him cry. And the thought of it made your own tears start to well in your eyes.

"Binnie, I-"

"You really don’t get it, do you?" His voice wavered. "I’m not crying because I’m upset. I’m crying because I love you so much that it makes me hurt to think about how you blamed yourself for all of this. That you thought the way to make it up to me was by planning your own proposal."

He let out another unsteady breath, wiping at his face roughly. "I don’t care about the proposal going wrong. I don’t care that you were overwhelmed or that we fought. I don't care enough about any of that to want an apology. I thought I did but being here I don't. I care that you thought for even a second that I would want you to feel this kind of guilt. I care that you thought I wouldn’t love you just as much, even after everything."

The weight of his words crashed into you all at once.

Tears slipped freely down your cheeks now, your throat tightening so much it was hard to breathe. "But I- I hurt you. I said awful things, I-"

"Yes, but seeing this-" He gestured towards your home. "I know you didn't mean it. We all say things when we're upset."

"But I do it so much-" You cried out.

"And I still love you, Y/N," he interrupted softly, stepping forward this time. "I still want to marry you. I still want every version of forever with you, no matter how messy it gets. I didn’t propose tonight because I thought it had to be perfect. I proposed tonight because I was ready. And I still am."

Your lips trembled, a sob catching in your throat as you reached for him, hands shaking when they met his chest. "Bin..."

He exhaled shakily, his hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs brushed away your tears, his gaze searching yours as if to make sure you understood. "Don’t ever think that a bad night, a bad fight, or a bad moment could ever change the way I feel about you."

Your tears fell harder now, and a broken laugh slipped from your lips. "You’re supposed to be mad at me, and make me grovel and apologize 1000 times; not saying the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard."

He chuckled wetly, pulling you against him, his arms wrapping securely around you. " While I think that would be a sight to see I forgave you the moment everything happened. And I appreciate the apology Y/N-ie, I really do. But I could never stay mad at you. Not when I know how much you love me back."

You buried your face in his chest, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. "I do. I love you so much, Binnie. And I’m so sorry."

He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. "I know. I know, baby. We can move past now."

For a long moment, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, breathing in the warmth and comfort that only he could provide. And then, in the softest whisper, he murmured against your hair:

"Marry me, Y/N?"

You pulled back slightly, blinking up at him through tear-soaked lashes. "You...You’re still asking? Even after all of this?"

His smile was small but so full of love it nearly took your breath away. "I wanted to hear you say yes."

A watery laugh bubbled out of you, and you nodded, gripping his shirt tightly. "Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you."

He pulled the ring out of his jacket pocket and placed it on your finger, disregarding the box somewhere on the pavement.

And then his lips were on yours, warm and insistent, tasting of salt and relief and love. So much love.

 It was filled with every emotion under the sun, everything you could ever want and need.

And it made you pull him closer, cling to him a little more.

It wasn’t a perfect proposal.

But it was yours

Which made it absolutely perfect in the end.

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Hyunjin

Hyunjin practically sprinted from your apartment, his heart hammering against his ribs. The cold air bit at his skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the ice creeping up his spine.

Where could you have gone?

He checked the usual spots first. The small park you liked to sit at when you needed air, the café down the street where you drowned your bad moods in sweet drinks, even the bus stop in case you had the ridiculous idea of running away from your problems altogether.

But you weren’t at any of them.

Panic fully bloomed in his chest. He couldn’t lose you—not like this. His mind was already spinning in worst-case scenarios, every single possibility sharpening his anxiety into something unbearable. He pulled out his phone and called again. Straight to voicemail.

“Come on, Y/N, pick up,” he muttered, frustration and worry bleeding into his voice.

Then, a thought struck him.

He quickly searched up convenience stores near your apartment. 

You tended to like to stress snack, and if you had wandered off, there could be a good chance you wandered into a place filled with snacks.

He tried calling again; even though he was sure you wouldn't answer becuase it seems your phone was off. 

But much to his surprise there was an answer.

"Hello?"

Hyunjin didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded like an older gentleman.

"Who is this? Why do you have Y/N's phone?"

"Oh, I see. Their phone died, so I'm charging it."

The man had given Hyunjin the address of the store and he took off in that direction, his long legs eating up the distance, barely noticing the way his breath came out in sharp puffs. And then, as he rounded the last corner, he saw you.

Sitting by the window, a snack in your hand, your eyes lost in thought.

Relief hit him so hard he nearly staggered. His chest rose and fell as he tried to compose himself, to shake off the raw terror that had gripped him just moments before.

You were okay.

But God, he wasn’t.

The door chimed as he stepped inside. You looked up, startled, and your eyes went wide as they met his.

“Hyunjin-”

Before you could finish, he was in front of you, his hands cupping your face, looking at you all around his warmth enveloping you entirely. His brows were drawn together, his eyes dark and searching.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” he said, voice tight. “I came back and you were gone. Your phone was off. I thought-” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I thought something happened to you. Why are you even at a store this far from your home?”

Guilt curled deep in your gut. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just- I tried going after you and then my phone died, and I had taken a wrong turn and-”

Hyunjin let out a breath that was almost a laugh, but it was too shaky, too broken. He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

“You don’t get to disappear on me like that,” he murmured. “Not after what you said. Not after the way you made me feel.”

Your stomach twisted. “Hyunjin, I-”

“No, let me talk.” His voice was soft, but firm. “You hurt me, Y/N. You made me feel like I was too much, like the way I love you is suffocating.”

Your lips parted, a lump forming in your throat.

“But that’s just how I am,” he continued, his fingers tightening slightly against your skin. “When I care, I care with everything. I don’t know how to be any other way.” His voice cracked. “And for a second, you made me feel like that wasn’t enough. Or maybe…too much.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Hyunjin, I never meant to make you feel like that.”

He searched your face, his own emotions laid bare. “Then why did you say it?”

"I was upset. But after some thought..." You swallowed, forcing yourself to confront the truth. “I think I don't like change. And being cared for this much is new to me. So, I was irritated, and I used it as an excuse to say something I had been thinking. Because I think I'm scared,” you admitted. “Scared that if I let myself lean into it too much, I’d get used to it. That I’d get used to you being there, and then one day maybe you wouldn’t be, so I shouldn't let myself get used to it."

Hyunjin stood there blinking.

“I thought pushing you away would make it hurt less if that ever happened, And after today I realized that I was wrong. And I'm sorry.” you continued, voice shaking. “I'm sorry all I did was hurt you instead of expressing how I felt. Whether about the rough days or anxiety for the future. There are no excuses...”

A heavy silence stretched between you before he finally spoke.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said quietly. “Not unless you tell me to. And even then, I’d probably still find a way to stay and cling to.”

A nervous laugh bubbled up in your throat.

"I mean it, Y/N. More than I've meant anything before." He sighed. "I wanted you to grovel and I was going to be all dramatic and everything but...I guess you just make me way too soft don't you?" He kissed your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to cling to you. Even if you tell me not too."

You let out a full laugh now. “You’re persistent.”

“And you’re impossible,” he murmured, brushing a tear from your cheek. “But you’re mine. Right?”

You nodded, fresh guilt and love swelling in your chest. “I am. And I know I already said sorry but I really am. I’m so, so sorry, Hyunjin. For what I said, for making you feel like you weren’t enough. You are. You always have been.”

Hyunjin studied you for a moment before his lips quirked up just slightly. “You’re lucky I’m weak for you.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” you promised. “Whatever you want.”

His eyes sparkled mischievously. “Anything?”

You hesitated. “Yes?”

A full grin broke across his face. “Then you owe me unlimited cuddles for a week.”

You let out a relieved laugh, nodding. “Deal.”

And just like that, Hyunjin pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your shoulder, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

Because he didn’t.

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[beneathsilverstars]

I’m curious if you have any ideas about when/if bonnie finds out the complete truth about what happened to siffrin…

I know the Adult perspective is “bonnie is a kid let’s keep this very upsetting thing secret until they’re in a more stable place” but as an angst writer this feels like the biggest chekhov’s gun ready to go off lmao

I feel like it’d probably come out sometime after siffrin and loop reveal they’re the same person… my writer brain is saying Loop throws it at Siffrin during an argument not realizing Bonnie is present (or saying it too impulsively to check themself)

Siffrin: Oh, that’s rich coming from the person who tried to kill me

Loop: It’s not like you’ve got room to talk when you tried to kill yourself first!

(also speaking of which the parallel in this AU of trying to kill Siffrin being what leads to both Siffrin AND Loop staying with the party is very funny to me. poetic of course but also. fella where if you try to kill them you get a happy ending /j)

Okay, so. In canon, Bonnie is already upset with Siffrin for getting his eye hurt protecting them. They feel guilty because it was for their sake; worried about how Siffrin will heal and cope; betrayed because Siffrin is supposed to be cool and strong, but turns out he’s not strong enough to prevent tragedy; scared because what if something even worse happens next time. So they take it all out as anger at Siffrin. How dare he act like this thing that upsets Bonnie so much isn’t a big deal? How dare he not be concerned about his own health and safety? He shouldn’t care about Bonnie, that’s what got him hurt. And Bonnie shouldn’t care about him, that’s what’s hurting them.

Then, in this AU, the half-truth that Bonnie is told can actually sort of fold into that same narrative! So it’s not a new upset so much as it is more of the same. The first hour or two of waiting was horrible of course, but since Bonnie didn’t see or know how bad it really was, once they hear that Siffrin is all healed up they can assume it wasn’t a big deal and they were all worried for nothing. So they’re relieved, and mad at him for scaring them. Then they get the story, and ughg of course Siffrin wasn’t being careful, he never is!! Siffrin you crab you have to care about yourself too!!

While everyone else is feeling guilty about not noticing or saying something sooner, I think to Bonnie this would be a much clearer case of being Siffrin’s fault (vs the eye thing that they feel personally guilty about), which ironically makes them less upset at him. Less complicated situation, less bad feelings, less need to take it out on someone.

And they’ve been given clear instructions on how to help, in a way that’s very straightforward and positive? With the eye, Siffrin would’ve been trying so hard to avoid help in order to prove themself still strong and useful. Any help directly related to the loss of vision just reminds everyone involved that hey, Siffrin is disabled now, which Siffrin and Bonnie both hate to think about. But with this AU's incident there’s not the same kind of issue! Reminding Siffrin that their friends care about them and want to stay with them is pleasant for everyone! Especially from Bonnie — Siffrin feels guilty for "misleading" everyone else, but Bonnie doesn't know the full story and they're a kid, of course they're being genuine.

And with the eye, everyone else would’ve agreed that Siffrin did the right thing by protecting Bonnie. Oh, if only we'd avoided the situation altogether, etc, but once the situation was there? Everyone else thinks it was tragic, but it was worth it, of course Bonnie's life is the most important. Which feels awful for Bonnie, like they’re the only who truly wishes it hadn't happened. But with this AU, everyone agrees that Siffrin shouldn’t have done that and everyone is addressing Siffrin’s disregard for his own safety. Vindication!! Of course the adults' reactions are more complicated then Bonnie's "Stop being stupid, stupid," but close enough in this way, especially since they don't discuss the more complicated bits around Bonnie.

So, even though the crisis itself was scary, and overall it’s another stressor, and the other adults are very worried which is worrying…. This incident is actually easier for Bonnie to process, in a way that helps settle their feelings about the eye, too!

But, that’s just with the half truth. Despite the careful attempt to tell Bonnie nearly everything, that last bit that was omitted would change the situation entirely.

To know that Siffrin would've died if Odile had arrived three seconds later? And to know that Siffrin did it on purpose? That's a level of betrayal that I don't know if they could come back from. That's one of Bonnie's favorite people that Siffrin was trying to kill!! For no reason!!! Worse, for a reason that could've been fixed in ten seconds of conversation! I think Bonnie knows a bit about mental health because there's no way Nille isn't dealing with some shit, and I think maybe they could understand a level of passive suicidal ideation as being a feeling caused by mental illness and circumstance rather than choice, but a suicide attempt is an action. It's Siffrin making a choice to take themself out of Bonnie's life in the most violent and upsetting way possible, and I don't know if they could forgive them for that, not for a long while at least.

So I was going to say I just couldn't let them find out the full truth. It's too much on top of too much.

Except... that's not actually the full truth, is it?

Siffrin feels guilty enough about letting everyone else "mistakenly" believe that he's suicidal. This whole journey, based on a lie, turned sour in his stomach but stars if he won't savor every drop anyway. It's better than the truth, right? Better than letting them know how many times he actually died, how many times he failed them? Definitely better than revealing the deception and being abandoned.

Better... until it isn't. Until Bonnie overhears a conversation between Mirabelle, Isabeau, and Odile — because Siffrin has learned the hard way that you can't be sure Bonnie isn't listening unless you're SURE, but no one else did because that snack break didn't happen like that in the last loop. And y'know what, let's throw Nille in too. Because this would definitely be at least a couple months post-Dormont. Maybe the conversation is even the others explaining the full story to Nille for the first time. Maybe Bonnie caught an "Okay, okay, we'll explain, but later," and resolved to be there for the later.

So Bonnie overhears, and they stay silent as they keep listening, hoping to hear an alternate theory, a haha just kidding, anything that would mean this might not be true. Until they finally can't take it anymore and they back away from the doorway, quiet and slow, until they're far enough that they can go faster, let their tears turn into sobs, let their sobs turn into rage, at Siffrin for betraying them like this, at everyone else for keeping it a secret. Siffrin is away from camp a bit, fishing or something, so Bonnie runs to find him and— and something— scream at him, hit him, say they'll never be friends again, do something with all this horror and fear, make Siffrin hurt instead since he's willing to hurt Bonnie so much, since he wants to be hurt so bad—

Once Bonnie has found them, it takes Siffrin a moment to figure out what's going on. Bonnie shouting through their sobs and weak, flailing punches, "I hate you," and "You did it on purpose, we were so worried but it was on purpose," and "You said you didn't want us to leave but you were going to leave, without even saying goodbye, before we even beat the king, you wanted to leave bad enough to DIE, you were going to LEAVE ME!!!"

And Siffrin deserves it, they know. They did let everyone worry on purpose. They trapped Bonnie in a time loop and let them die horribly in it, they should hate Siffrin. But Siffrin cannot let Bonnie believe that they would leave them like that. Nothing else matters — not how badly they don't want to talk about the loops, not how much everyone will hate them — anything else would be better than this. Siffrin has done so many things wrong, but they were all for love of their family, greedy, selfish, suffocating love, so if Bonnie's going to hate them either way, so be it, but Siffrin cannot let them think they don't love them.

So Siffrin tells Bonnie the truth. The true truth. It's difficult with both of them so upset, Bonnie not wanting to listen and not trusting anything he says, but Siffrin desperately explains that everyone else is wrong. Siffrin let them believe that's what happened, because he's selfish and terrible and he did want them to be worried about him, but they're wrong!! He wasn't trying to leave, he was trying to stay with them! Because— what he did— it wasn't going to kill him, it was just going to reset him— (never mind that he does die each time, that's not what matters right now)— because he made a wish to stay with everyone and it meant he couldn't die, it meant he could redo the House as many times as he needed to so everyone would get through safely! And any time something— something bad happened— if someone was.. going to get hurt— or if everyone was going to leave, it would just reset! And he would wake up in the meadow again, and try again! He was just trying to reset, so he could stay with them, he just wanted to stay with them, he trapped them all so he could stay with them, trapped them going through the House again, and again, and again—

And Siffrin kinda dissolves into incoherency at some point, because this is the first time they've talked about it with anyone other than Loop, and with Loop neither of them had to actually say what they were talking about. Not to mention this is them admitting the loops to their family. On top of, Bonnie hates them again. So! Siffrin's not doing too great.

And even given a calm and careful explanation, the time loop was canonically a little hard for Bonnie to wrap their head around, and this explanation was not calm and careful. However, it's enough. "They're wrong, I didn't do that, I let them think that but they're wrong" is easy enough to understand. And Bonnie doesn't need the full explanation in order to believe him, because they've wanted to believe the others were wrong since the moment they put together what they were overhearing.

So, okay. If Siffrin didn't try to kill themself, then Bonnie doesn't have to be mad at them right now. Obviously, in this case, their anger should go towards the people who got it wrong and made Bonnie all worried over nothing, again! Plus, Siffrin is freaking out, and Bonnie knows what to do when that happens: get Loop, because Loop usually knows the best way to help, along with someone else, because sometimes Loop makes it worse instead.

But Bonnie's got a bone to pick with everyone else (except Nille, but they selfishly want Nille with them), so Loop will have to manage on their own this time. Bonnie finds them, says Siffrin's freaking out really bad, Loop's like sighhh okay I'm on my way. Siffrin taken care of, Bonnie storms onwards to where the other adults were talking. They all freeze at the sight of them — still awake when they should've been sleeping, and frazzled and tear-streaked to boot.

And Bonnie announces, "You're WRONG. I talked to Siffrin and they said you're wrong, they weren't trying to kill themself, they were trying to stay! He just let you believe that because he wanted you to be worried!"

And, well. First of all, oh no, Bonnie heard. But second of all, Siffrin definitely just blatantly lied to Bonnie in an attempt to reassure them. Which... is understandable, but really just prolonging the painful inevitable at this point. Nille says "Bonnie," in that breaking-bad-news tone of voice, but Bonnie stomps their foot and says, "No! You're all wrong! Talk to them yourself, they said you're wrong!!!" and refuses to hear another word on it. So everyone's like well. I guess we're talking to Siffrin. The adults don't want to bring Bonnie, but Bonnie is adamant, and this topic does unfortunately involve them now. So they finally relent and say Bonnie can come with them for the beginning IF they promise to leave when asked; Bonnie agrees because it's better than nothing, and maybe they can pretend to leave but then eavesdrop some more, if it comes to that.

So they all set out to where Siffrin is. Aaand Siffrin is having a panic attack and Loop is not helping. At least they're not making it worse either...? They're just sitting there ignoring them. Everyone asks Loop what's up and Loop is like "Stardust is the one who decided to tell you, I'm not going to just steal their show <3" which. at least confirms that there is something major to be told...?

Soo the mystery is gonna have to wait a bit. Crowding him won't help so Mirabelle and Odile clear out, while Isabeau stays to help him calm down. It's kind of a toss-up whose presence will be most helpful, because depending on why Siffrin is panicking, sometimes one or the other being there will stress them out more, but it can be hard to predict because he won't explain why... But Isabeau's usually the safest bet and he's good at it, besides. Nille wants to bring Bonnie somewhere to talk but they refuse to talk about it until everyone else understands, and Nille admits it's not going to be very productive until they know what actually happened. But she does convince them to go make some tea and a snack. Loop stays, sitting a little bit away but glancing over at Siffrin every now and then, worried or annoyed or guilty or impatient or a lot of other things. Carefully not freaking out as well by reassuring themself that this is Siffrin's problem with Siffrin's party regarding Siffrin's loops and has nothing to do with Loop, really.

Eventually Siffrin calms down, still feeling guilty and miserable. They did something that upset Bonnie that much, and they lied to their family for months, and now they're gonna hate them. But at least they can breathe and think now and Isabeau is holding them for one more moment. Isabeau gently explains what Bonnie said, and that it makes sense to want to shield them but that ship has sailed, and they need to get this cleared up in order to help them. And Siffrin shakes their head and says, "I told Bonnie the truth."

Isabeau says, "Sif... Madame was very clear about what she saw. If she hadn't intervened, you would have died before Mira could get there. What else could it possibly be? If— Even if you did it hoping we'd stop you and worry about you and stay with you, it was still a suicide attempt." Siffrin protests, "No, I wouldn't, I wouldn't do that to you, even just letting you believe it was so— so selfish, I just didn't want you to hate me—" and Isabeau says "Okay, if you wouldn't do that to us, then what was it? What were you trying to do?"

Siffrin softly admits, "I was trying to loop back. If Odile hadn't stopped me, I— I wouldn't die die, I'd just loop. To... I don't remember. To the... Somewhere in the House..? I was... trying to loop forward to somewhere in the House..." At the word "loop" Isabeau glances to Loop, but they'd left, at some point. Siffrin's eyes start to go vague at the end, as they try to remember the House, and Isabeau rubs their arms to try and pull their attention back. He's halfway convinced at this point that Siffrin was having some kind of psychotic break that had them convinced that killing themself would result in something other than dying — which would make sense, as far as explanations go, but with how strange things have been with Siffrin, who knows? The answer could be something that makes much less sense. Whatever it is, he'll only know if Siffrin tells him about it, so he asks, "What do you mean, loop..?"

Stopping myself here from writing out the whole conversation lmao but it's slow and quiet and Siffrin has a hard time talking about it but they manage to get the basics across. They were in a time loop and one of the ways to reset it was dying and that's all they were trying to do, just reset. No one was supposed to see and even if they did it shouldn't have mattered, it would reset again sooner or later anyway. But they broke the loop, that time. So it stayed. And Odile saw it and Mirabelle had to heal them and Bonnie was so worried and they shouldn't have stayed in that loop they should've reset as soon as they got to the House but they didn't want to, they wanted to stay, it was so selfish, they wanted to stay in that horrible loop just because everyone agreed to travel together that time and it turns out that was it. That's what they needed to get out, because it's their fault they were trapped, they made the wish, they trapped everyone and wouldn't let them leave, and even after it was over they still wouldn't let go, they let everyone worry even though it wasn't true, and now— and now—

s. Stopping myself here for real this time. ANYWAYS Siffrin cries some but Isabeau manages to help them not go full panic again, and he says he'll talk to everyone else about it, and he brings them back to camp. Siffrin has a little tea and then falls asleep, so Isabeau gets him settled in his tent and then reconvenes with the others. He lets Bonnie stay as he explains what Siffrin said, and it sounds outlandish but so is Loop's existence and it does kind of explain some of the strange things they've noticed...? Odile is like oh, yeah. No yeah that explains most of it perfectly. Time travel was one of my leading theories for sure. Mirabelle's like ?? And you didn't tell us??? And Odile's like look I have a lot of theories. I can't tell everyone every theory I have. But she goes over her evidence and everyone is like wow. Yeah okay.

Bonnie is majorly flagging by now — though feeling quite vindicated — so Nille takes them to bed. Then Isabeau, Odile, and Mirabelle talk about the whole "looping by dying" part, because it's one thing for Bonnie who didn't see it to accept that whatever Siffrin did was simply meant to reset the loops, but everyone else can't forget exactly what it was. But there's not much to say, really... How many times did he die? How many times did he die that way? They don't know. Too many times, that's for sure. And there's... not really anything they can do about that that they haven't already been doing.

So! That's how everyone finds out the complete truth!

[eclipixels]

Still The Same

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Despite the millions and the fame, Isagi’s heart is with you, reminding you that no matter how big his dreams get, you’ll always be more important.

[1,729 words]

      You snuggle deeper into the warmth of Isagi’s hoodie, the scent of him lingering on the fabric as you curl up on your bed, eyes fixed on the screen. The first episode of Blue Lock plays, the animation crisp, the stakes high, and your excitement bubbling over.

      Your fingers clutch the oversized sleeves as you watch Isagi meet Noel Noa. Your heart swells with pride. That’s my boyfriend, you think, grinning. If he’s already met Noel Noa, then at this rate, he might actually meet Messi or Ronaldo. The thought makes you giddy.

      A lovesick smile creeps onto your face as you sink deeper into your couch, clutching a pillow to your chest. The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across your face, highlighting the dreamy look in your eyes.

      As if on cue, your phone rings beside you, the familiar ringtone breaking through the quiet hum of the show. You glance at the screen—speak of the devil. Isagi’s name flashes on the display, making your heart skip a beat. With a quick inhale, you pick up your phone.

      “What are you up to, love?” His voice is warm, laced with fondness.

      “Watching Blue Lock,” you respond, stuffing a handful of popcorn into your mouth before swallowing quickly. The buttery taste lingers as you adjust your position, propping your legs up on the couch.

      “Pfft, really?” Isagi laughs, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. You can practically hear the amusement in his voice, picturing the way his lips curl into that boyish grin of his. He finds it adorable how much you support him, how you watch his matches with such admiration.

      “Yeah,” you say, grinning as your eyes stay fixed on the screen. “Can’t believe you met Noel freaking Noa and the rest of Europe’s top five. How are you so cool?”

      “I know, right?” He chuckles, his voice brimming with pride. “But you being my biggest fan is even cooler.”

      Your heart flutters at his words, warmth blooming in your chest like a fire igniting. You immediately pull the hoodie’s collar over your face, burying yourself in its fabric to hide your flustered expression even though he’s not there to see it.

      “Shut up, you’re making me blush,” you mumble, voice slightly muffled.

      “I try,” he teases, his laughter soft and affectionate. “Now don’t watch too much without me, okay?”

      That’s when it hits you.

      Isagi isn’t just your sweet, soccer-obsessed boyfriend anymore. He’s famous.

      Your gaze drifts back to the screen, where Isagi’s animated self is locked in a high-stakes match, his eyes burning with determination. The same boy who used to text you after every practice, complaining about sore legs and asking for your good luck wishes is now someone the whole world is watching.

      Millions of people are screaming for your Isagi, analyzing his plays, idolizing him. Your chest tightens. You’re happy for him, of course you are but you’re also a little scared.

      What if… What if things change?

      “Wait, why’d you go quiet? Are you that mad I told you not to watch without me?” Isagi’s voice pulls you back to reality. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a small smile tugging at your lips. Same old Isagi, you remind yourself. But still, doubt lingers in your mind.

      “Sorry, got distracted,” you murmured, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie as your attention wavered from the show playing on the screen.

      “Okay, well, don’t be distracted when I get there.”

      Your eyes widened slightly. “You’re coming over?”

      “Mhm.” His response was casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

      A smile tugged at your lips. Okay, still the same Isagi.

      The picture that appears showing how much each player has been offered pops up and you search for your boyfriend’s. Yoichi Isagi, 17 million yen.

      Your jaw drops. Seventeen. Million. Yen.

      The number echoes in your mind, almost too absurd to process. That’s more money than either of you have ever had to think about, more than what some people make in years. Your Isagi, the same guy who used to split convenience store sandwiches with you because he was too broke for takeout, is now worth millions.

      “Ichi? 17 million?” Your voice comes out in a stunned whisper, disbelief coating every syllable.

      “17 million? Oh yeah, you’re still on that episode.” He chuckles on the other end, completely unfazed. “Are you okay?”

      “Am I okay? You got offered 17 million yen.”

      “Yeah, wild right?”

      You blink, momentarily speechless at his casual tone. Wild? That’s all he has to say?

      “That’s insane,” you exclaim, gripping your phone tighter. “Do you know what you could do with 17 million yen?”

      “Uh… buy more sandwiches?”

      You groan loudly, flopping back onto your bed as frustration and fondness wage war inside you. Of course that’s his answer. The same guy who used to count coins with you at the convenience store now has enough money to buy out the whole place, and he’s still thinking about sandwiches.

      “I hate you,” you mutter, pressing your palm to your forehead.

      “No, you love me,” he says, smugness dripping from his voice.

      You sigh, knowing he’s right. How could you not?

      By the time he arrived, the two of you had settled in comfortably on the couch, finishing the rest of the episodes that were out. Isagi’s commentary filled in the gaps where the show fell short, giving you behind-the-scenes details that only he could provide. You giggled as you shoved a mix of popcorn and jellybeans into his mouth whenever he paused to breathe, earning playful grumbles in return.

      Eventually, he shifted, laying his head on your lap, his body stretching out across the couch. His warmth seeped through the fabric of your hoodie, grounding you in the moment.

      “Hey… do you ever think about how different things are now?” You peered down at him, fingers absently running through his dark hair.

      “What do you mean?” he asked absentmindedly, eyes fluttering shut under your gentle touch.

      You hesitated, biting your lip as your fingers hovered over your phone, debating whether to type out your thoughts or just say them aloud. After a moment, you decided. “You’re basically famous now.”

      “Hm.” He hummed, cracking one eye open. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it, but yeah. It is different.”

      You swallowed, watching him, but before your mind could spiral with overthinking, he continued.

      “But some things don’t change.”

      Your brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

      “Like how I still wanna talk to you after a long day. Or how I’d rather be in your arms than doing interviews. Or how you look really cute in my hoodie right now.”

      Your cheeks burned instantly.

      “I think no matter how big things get, I’m still me.” His voice softened, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your wrist. “And you’re still my favorite person.”

      Your heart clenched in the best way possible as an uncontrollable smile broke out on your face. The warmth in his gaze made you melt even more as he lifted your hand that had been playing with his hair and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

      Yeah. Some things really didn’t change.

      “Mm,” he hums in contentment, burying his face against your stomach.

      “You’re clingy tonight,” you tease.

      “’M tired,” he mumbles, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against your hip. “Missed you.”

      Your heart does a stupid little flip. “We hung out yesterday”

      “Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he argues, voice muffled as he plants another kiss on your exposed skin. It was only for a few hours which wasn’t enough for him. His lips are warm, lingering, making your stomach flutter. “Wanna be close to you.”

      But, his voice softens. “What about you?”

      “Hm?” You look down, watching the way his fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh.

      “Your future,” he murmurs. “What do you wanna do? Where do you see yourself in, like, five years?”

      You blink, caught off guard. Isagi usually talks about his dreams, but rarely does he ask about yours with such quiet intensity. You mean, he did know what career you planned to go into but you never really went in depth about it all as much as he does about his.

      You pause, thinking. He smiles at that, but there’s something soft in his gaze as he listens to you ramble about your passions, your dreams, the places you want to go, the things you want to try. Isagi just lies there, pressed close, drinking in your words like they’re the most important thing he’s ever heard.

      Then, as your voice trails off, he sighs, fingers tightening around your waist.

      “Sounds nice,” he murmurs.

      You smile, threading your fingers through his hair. “Yeah?”

      “Yeah.” A beat of silence. “Am I gonna be in it?”

      “Of course,” You laugh, shocked he’d even ask.

      “Dream as big as you want love, I got you,” He snickered, watching you roll your eyes. “Because my offer is currently at 150 million.”

      Your brain short-circuits.

      “What?”

      Isagi, the absolute menace, just yawns like he didn’t just say something insane. “Mhm. A club’s willing to pay 150 million for me.”

      You physically push him up, hands gripping his shoulders. “Are you joking right now? How are you so calm about that?”

      He laughs, catching your hands before you can shake him anymore. So feisty.

      “Because it doesn’t change anything,” he says, voice light but sure. “It just means I’m getting closer.”

      You stare at him, heart pounding. His eyes gleam, not with arrogance, but with the same hunger he’s always had since he first touched a soccer ball. You exhale, a mix of disbelief and pride swelling in your chest. Then, with zero warning, you grab his face and press a firm kiss to his lips.

      He startles slightly but melts into it instantly, grinning against your mouth. “What was that for?”

      “For being absolutely insane,” you mumble. “And for still wanting to cuddle in my lap like a big baby.”

      Isagi huffs a laugh, nudging his nose against yours. “Well, duh.”

      He leans in again, capturing your lips in another soft, lingering kiss. And despite the sheer madness of what he just told you, despite the life-changing amount of money being thrown his way—

      He’s still here. With you.

[zenithangelic]

Hai could I get fo4 complete reaction to the sole survivor being very big on giving praise? Like they're constantly complementing the companions but not in an overbearing way :) thank uuu

FO4 Companions reacting to the Sole Survivor's praise:

Cait

At first, she’s incredibly suspicious. Compliments? From someone who doesn’t want anything? She’s waiting for the catch.

Once she realises it’s genuine, she gets flustered and awkward, brushing off praise with a “Yeah, yeah, don’t go getting soft on me.” But she starts subtly craving it.

Eventually, she starts preening a bit when she hears it, standing a little taller. “Damn right I’m good at this,” she’ll say, with a small but proud smile.

Codsworth

Absolutely adores it. He lives to serve, and knowing Sole appreciates him fills him with robotic joy.

“Oh, you are too kind! I do try my best, of course!” He starts adding a little flourish when serving them tea, trying to impress them.

Might even get a little smug when others don’t get as much praise. “Ah, not everyone can be as meticulous as yours truly!”

Curie

Delighted and fascinated by Sole’s positivity, especially when directed at her scientific skills.

“Oh! You really think my work is amazing? That is… oh, you make me blush!” She absorbs every word like a sponge, eager to impress them further.

Over time, she starts paying the praise forward, complimenting others in the group in an adorable, awkward way: “Yes, Cait, you… hit that man so well! Such force!”

Paladin Danse

Completely unsure of how to process it at first. Praise was always tied to performance in the Brotherhood, not simple appreciation.

Starts standing up straighter, subtly shifting into parade rest every time he is praised. “That’s… good to hear, soldier.”

He may not say it, but it means something to him. Eventually, he starts seeking approval in small ways, hoping to get an extra “Outstanding work” when he pulls off something impressive.

Deacon

Smug as hell about it at first. “Oh, stop it, you charmer, you’ll make a spy blush.”

But deep down? It gets to him. Compliments aren’t something he gets often—especially not genuine ones.

He starts responding more sincerely over time, quietly muttering, “Y’know, you’re not too bad yourself.” That’s Deacon for I’m touched beyond words.

Dogmeat

Is a dog. Therefore, absolutely loves the praise and thrives on it.

Tail-wagging intensifies with every “Good boy!” until he’s practically vibrating.

Starts bringing the Sole Survivor even more random junk from the wasteland, tail wagging proudly as he receives his due recognition.

Gage

At first? Suspicious as hell. Compliments in Nuka-World usually meant someone wanted something.

Eventually, he starts accepting them at face value, though he plays it cool: “Yeah, well, I am pretty damn good at what I do.”

But if he ever hears a genuine “I trust you,” that’s it. That’s the moment he realises he’s actually loyal to them, no strings attached.

John Hancock

Drinks it up like the finest chems. “Oh, you really do know how to sweet-talk a ghoul.”

Starts playfully fishing for them. “I dunno, was that a badass move or the most badass move?”

But after a while, he stops playing—he just enjoys hearing them say nice things. It reminds him that he’s worth appreciating.

Robert MacCready

At first? Incredibly awkward. “Uh… thanks? I guess?” He’s not used to compliments that aren’t sarcastic.

Eventually, he starts mumbling a quiet “Thanks” and actually appreciating it. He never realised how much he craved validation.

If they ever tell him he’s a great dad? That’s it. He’s done. Might actually tear up.

Nick Valentine

Smirks at first, taking it in stride. “Careful, kid. A fella might start thinkin’ you like having him around.”

But deep down? It means a hell of a lot. People don’t usually appreciate him as more than an old synth detective.

Eventually, he starts throwing it right back. “Well, you’re not half bad yourself, partner.” And from him, that’s high praise.

Piper Wright

Blushes furiously at first, brushing it off. “Pfft, come on, you’re making me sound cooler than I am.”

Eventually, though? She starts believing it. Starts walking with a bit more confidence, feeling like she is as capable as they say she is.

She starts writing about them in a new way—not just as a legend, but as a genuinely good person.

Preston Garvey

Blinks the first time they compliment him, looking genuinely surprised. “You really mean that?”

He’s so used to being the one lifting everyone else up—it takes him a while to accept that someone wants to do the same for him.

Eventually, he starts smiling more. “Thanks, General. That means a lot.” And it really, really does.

Strong

Confused at first. Why is human saying nice things? What is this strange behavior?

Eventually, decides it is a human battle custom and accepts it. “YES. STRONG IS GOOD SMASHER.”

Might even start attempting his own version of praise: “HUMAN… IS GOOD TOO. NOT AS STRONG AS STRONG. BUT GOOD.”

X6-88

Is initially just... silent. He doesn’t know how to react. Compliments aren’t part of his programming.

Eventually, he just nods at them. “Noted.” But his tone softens over time.

He never outright asks for it, but if they ever stop praising him? He might just subtly start working harder for it.

Ada

Initially confused but appreciative. “That is… unexpected. Most humans do not take the time to compliment machines.”

Over time, she begins to recognise it as genuine appreciation and responds in kind. “Your leadership is commendable. I am… grateful to be part of this.”

Though she may not have emotions like a human, her tone becomes just a touch warmer when speaking to Sole, like she’s learning what it means to feel valued.

Automatron

Default programmed response: “Thank you for your feedback.”

But if they keep it up, the bot might start adapting its speech patterns. “Analysis: Positive reinforcement detected. Conclusion: You are… kind.”

If modified with a personality matrix, the bot might get cocky. “Yes, yes, I am the pinnacle of engineering excellence. Carry on, human.”

Old Longfellow

Grumbles about it at first. “Damn fool, ain't no need to butter me up. Just doin’ what I always done.”

But over time, he starts getting used to it. Starts looking forward to Sole’s words, even if he won’t admit it.

The real moment of breakthrough? When he finally mutters, “Heh. Y’ain’t so bad yourself, kid.” That’s Longfellow for I respect the hell outta you.

Porter Gage

At first? Suspicious as hell. Compliments? That ain't how the real world works. “Yeah, yeah, what angle you workin’, boss?”

But once he realises Sole is just… like that, he starts soaking it in. “Damn. Not used to hearin’ that kinda thing. Feels… nice, I guess.”

Eventually, he starts giving them a nod of approval in return. “Gotta say, boss—you got a way of makin’ folks wanna follow ya. Guess I picked the right side after all.”

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[talkingaboutmybullshit]

quick unedited thing i wrote after i saw a bitches love me tiktok about Tim in the 90s. And kinda a response to a lot of fandom tim thinking he’s a loser that hasn’t dated or slept with anyone when canonically he’s had like 20 live interests.

“Why are you asking boy Virgin over here?” Jason said

“Jason don’t be mean,” Dick chided

“What because it’s true,” Jason flipped Dick off

Tim couldn’t hold back a snort.

“Why the hell are you laughing like you’ve gotten laid ever in your life?”

“Did you forget that him and Steph dated for a year,”

“I don’t think I was there for that? Is that why she hangs out around us because she dated the shrimp? She’s to cool for him.”

Tim made a so so motion with his hand “Officially for like a year ish. Then we kinda had this on and off thing for a few years after that. Though she wasn’t the only girl I got with during that time. I was actually dating another girl when I first got with Steph,”

“How the hell did you get not one but two girls interested in you?” Jason asked “How the hell did you even have time for that?”

“Look when I was Robin and in high school I had a lot more extra time than I have now,” Tim explained and then scrunched up his face at the memories “and that wasn’t one of my proudest moments,”

“Honestly I don’t know how you can even keep track of how many people you been with,” Dick rolled his eyes “I swear you were talking to another girl every week before you got with Bernard,”

“Oh I got a spread sheet,” Tim answered non chalently

“You got a whole ass spread sheet?!?” Jason said

“Yeah,” Tim at least looked sheepish

“Why?” Jason ask

“Well back in high school me and my friends were talking-“

“You have friends?” Jason asked

“Well back in high school at least I had a decent amount. Then I dropped out and went around the world looking for B. I kinda got out of touched with them. You know the normal post high school kinda stuff,”

“Totally,” Said the guy who died Freshman year of high school

“Anyways,” he rolled his eyes “They were asking me how many girls i slept with and honestly I didn’t know off the top of my head. So I went home, started a list. Then that kinda morphed into a spread sheet because that’s easier to manage than like a google doc. Then I was like well I have a spread sheet I can document like umm,” he looked away trying to figure out how best way to say it without being to crass “bases and stuff I got to. Then I kinda just kept up with it over the years. Started a guys data section too since bases work a little differently and-“

“You’re a freak, of course you have a spreadsheet about your sex life,” Jason said “forget I said anything and never answer questions about sex again,”

“Gladly,” Tim shakes his head wanting this whole thing to be over

“I’m surprised you didn’t know this,” Dick said “Not the spread sheet thing but Tim ummmm…”

“Apparently getting with everything that moves,” Jason answered

“Yeah that,”

“Hey!” Tim objected “I do not. Plus I think the worse of it was when Jason wasn’t around. I had more time when I was young,”

“Dude you’re still like 20,”

“Plus I got a boyfriend now so I’m settled downed. I’m busy with work and being a vigilante,”

“Never stopped you before,”

Tim cringed at that “ok high school me wasn’t the best but-“

“When the fuck did you get a boyfriend,” Jason, who just had his twentieth revelation about Tim that hour, asked

“Oh a while ago when I rescued him from this pain cult,” Tim waved him off “we were friends in high school and reconnected after that. Really I think he brings out the best in me-“

“Meaning he hasn’t gotten bored yet from a lack of adrenaline and gone on to the next person who catches his eye,”

Tim huffed “I do not want to hear any slander from the guy who fumbled Starfire,”

“You fumbled Superboy,” Dick said

“When did you even get Superboy?” Jason exacerbated by Tim’s way to messy love life. Maybe the spread sheet was necessary. Jason at least needed a time line to get this straight.

“There was nothing even going on there!” Tim said

Dick turned to Jason to answer this question “Superboy was Tim’s first gay situation ship,”

“Was not!” Tim fought back

Jason groaned accepting he opened Pandora’s box of Tim’s messy love life.

[rylem33]

Being Supportive

Olivia had everything. Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect face. She was the kind of girl people tripped over themselves to impress. Guys wanted to date her. Girls wanted to be her.

But none of them really cared about her.

That’s why she loved Riley.

Riley was the only person who didn’t treat her like a prize to be won or a status symbol to be envied. She wasn’t afraid to call Olivia out when she was being dramatic. She didn’t fake-laugh at jokes just to stay in her good graces. She didn’t try to use her for popularity or clout.

No, Riley was real.

And Olivia needed that.

“Ugh, he’s texting me again,” Olivia groaned, flopping onto her bed and shoving her phone toward Riley.

Riley took one look at the name on the screen and snorted.

Olivia huffed, running a hand through her golden hair. “I just hate how guys act like I owe them something just because they think I’m hot.”

“Well,” Riley smirked, kicking her feet up on Olivia’s bed, “that’s the price of being a goddess, Liv. I mean, really…how dare you exist?”

Olivia shot her a look, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re the worst.”

“I try.”

Olivia rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands. “Seriously, though. You’re the only person I can actually relax around. Everyone else is so fake. They either want something from me or they just tell me whatever they think I want to hear.”

“Well, lucky for you,” Riley said, stretching her arms behind her head, “I’m too lazy to put in that much effort.”

Olivia laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

Riley grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your dick.”

“You wish,” Olivia teased, nudging her.

Their laughter filled the room, easy and unfiltered.

But then, as Olivia shifted to sit up, her phone buzzed. She barely glanced at the screen before snatching it up, suddenly very interested in whatever was there.

Riley raised an eyebrow. “Ohhh, what’s this?”

“Nothing,” Olivia said quickly, but the way she tucked her hair behind her ear and bit her lip said otherwise.

Riley smirked. “Liar. You only do the hair tuck when you’re trying not to freak out.”

“I do not,” Olivia protested, locking her phone and tossing it onto the bed like it hadn’t just made her entire night.

Riley snatched it up before Olivia could stop her, dodging a halfhearted swipe. “Oh my god, it’s Trevor?” she gasped, reading the name on the screen. “Liv, you’ve been stalking this guy’s Instagram for weeks.”

Olivia groaned, burying her face in a pillow. “Shut up.”

Riley grinned. “I knew you liked him. You kept saying you were ‘just looking’ at his posts, but nobody ‘just looks’ at shirtless gym selfies that much.”

“Okay, fine,” Olivia huffed, still hiding her face. “Maybe I like him. A little.”

Riley cackled. “Oh my god, you’re so crushing.”

Olivia peeked out, glaring. “Say one more thing and I swear to god…”

Riley wiggled her eyebrows. “You gonna text him back, or are you just gonna keep staring at your phone and sighing dramatically?”

Olivia snatched her phone back, cheeks slightly pink. “I was gonna play it cool, but now you’re ruining it.”

Riley smirked. “Uh-huh. ‘Playing it cool’ is exactly how you ended up panic-liking one of his posts from six months ago.”

Olivia groaned. “I told you that was an accident!”

Riley laughed. “Sure it was.”

Olivia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She glanced back at her phone, staring at Trevor’s name like it held the secrets of the universe.

But then, as Olivia shifted to sit up, something white and lacy caught Riley’s eye.

“God, I don’t know how you deal with it,” Riley said, flopping onto Olivia’s bed and grabbing a pillow to toss at her best friend.

Olivia caught it effortlessly, flashing that effortless, movie-star smile. “Deal with what exactly?”

“Those,” Riley gestured toward a white lacey bra tossed over Olivia’s desk chair. “That thing looks like it weighs a ton. Can’t believe you have to lug ‘em around all day.”

Olivia smirked, stretching her arms over her head, deliberately pushing her chest forward. “It’s a burden, really. A curse.” She sighed dramatically.

Riley rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Must be so hard being you.”

Olivia wiggled her brows. “You wouldn’t understand, Flatty McNo-Boobs.”

Riley gasped in mock offense and grabbed another pillow to throw, but Olivia dodged, laughing. “Seriously, you’re lucky you don’t have to deal with guys staring at your chest every five seconds.”

Riley smirked. “No, you’re lucky. At least when you trip, you have airbags.”

They both burst out laughing, but before Olivia could fire back another tease, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She glanced at the screen and groaned.

“Ugh, it’s my mom. I gotta go deal with this. Be right back.” She stood, still grinning. “Try not to steal my bra while I’m gone.”

Riley snorted. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

As soon as Olivia left the room, Riley glanced back at the bra, still draped over the chair.

She smirked to herself.

“I mean… how do girls wear these things all day?”

She picked it up, running her fingers over the soft lace. It felt ridiculously delicate compared to the sports bras she was used to. Holding it up in front of her, she stared at the cups, shaking her head.

“Jesus, it’s like carrying two little backpacks on your chest.”

Grinning, she pressed it against her shirt, mimicking how it would look on her.

Then, in a blink, it was on her.

“What the?!”

Her breath hitched as a warmth spread through her chest. It started as a tingling sensation, like static running over her skin, but then it intensified.

Heat flooded her body. A tightness in her chest. A pull at her skin.

She gasped.

Her arms trembled as the world shifted around her. The fabric of her hoodie suddenly felt tighter…no, not the hoodie, her.

Her body was changing.

She stumbled forward, gripping the edge of Olivia’s desk for support. Her fingers felt strange…longer? More delicate? Her nails, bitten and short, stretched into perfect manicured ovals.

Her breathing turned ragged.

She looked down.

Her oversized hoodie was being pushed forward.

Her chest, her flat chest, was now swelling, rounding, filling out the cups of the bra.

Her waist pinched inward, her hips flaring. A tug at her legs. Her jeans shimmered, morphing into something shorter.

Her sneakers melted away, replaced by something tall, strappy…heels?

“No. No, no, no…”

The room spun. Her head felt foggy. She reached up to her face, feeling her softening jawline, her plumper lips. Her short, messy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft, flowing waves.

“Aaaahhh!”

She screamed.

The door burst open.

“Riley?! What…” Olivia’s voice caught in her throat.

Riley was standing there, panting, her hoodie half-off, exposing the white lace bra wrapped snugly around her very full chest.

“What the fuck?” Olivia whispered.

Riley looked up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each panicked breath. Her lips parted. She wanted to say something, to beg for help, but when the words came out, they were sharp. Cold.

“Oh my god, Liv, could you not look at me like that? You look like a total idiot.”

Her own eyes widened in shock. That wasn’t what she meant to say.

“I, I didn’t…” she stammered, trying again.

But instead of an apology, her voice dripped with venom.

“Jesus, do you always have to be so needy? No wonder guys only put up with you for a few weeks before moving on.”

Olivia flinched. “Riley, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I..” Riley clamped her mouth shut, pressing a hand to her lips. She had to explain, had to tell Olivia that this wasn’t her, that she couldn’t stop it.  

Instead she scoffed. “Like, what did you think was gonna happen, Liv? That someone was gonna actually care about you?”

Her stomach twisted in horror. No. No, no, no. I didn’t mean that!

But the words kept pouring out, each one sharper than the last.

“News flash, babe. Nobody gives a shit about you. They just like staring at your tits and pretending you’re interesting.”

Olivia’s face went pale. “Stop it!” she snapped, her voice shaking.

Riley’s body trembled. I want to, I swear I want to! But instead of stopping, she laughed…laughed… like this was the funniest thing in the world.

“God, you’re so pathetic,” she sneered, voice filled with cruel amusement. “I mean, I always knew you were shallow, but it’s kinda sad how much you need people to like you. Like, what happens when you finally start to age, huh? When you’re not the hot girl anymore? What’s left?”

Olivia took a shaky step back, hugging herself. “This isn’t you…”

Something twisted in Riley’s stomach.

But it wasn’t guilt.

It was… excitement.

The fog in her head didn’t feel like a trap anymore. It felt good. Like stretching sore muscles, like shedding something heavy and useless.

She straightened, rolling her shoulders back, reveling in the way her body moved. Every little shift of her hips, the way her curves pressed against the tight fabric of her clothes. It all felt right.

And the way Olivia was looking at her? Like she was scared?

Oh, that felt amazing.

A slow, knowing smirk curled on Riley’s lips.

She tilted her head, running a manicured hand over her stomach. “You’re right, Liv,” she purred, her voice smoother, richer. “This isn’t me.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder, letting out a soft giggle.

“Call me Ria.”

And god, she loved the way that name felt.

Olivia was still staring at her, wide-eyed, like she was waiting for Riley to snap out of it.

But why would she?

Why would she ever go back to being… that?

Ria turned to the vanity mirror, running her hands over her perfect curves, admiring the sheer power that radiated from every inch of her. The way the bra hugged her body. The way her hair cascaded in glossy waves. The way her lips, plump and irresistible, curled into a knowing smirk.

She was better now.

She turned back to Olivia, tilting her head. “You know,” she mused, her voice dripping with condescension, “you really should be thanking me.”

Olivia’s breath hitched. “For what?”

Ria’s smirk widened. “For teaching you a valuable lesson.”

She strolled over to Olivia’s nightstand, plucking her phone up. Olivia didn’t even try to stop her.

With a flick of her perfectly manicured finger, Ria unlocked the screen and scrolled through Olivia’s messages. A low chuckle escaped her lips as she skimmed over them, finally stopping at one name.

Trevor.

The boy Olivia had been pining over. The one she was too nervous to text back, too afraid to make a move on.

“Pathetic,” Ria muttered, shaking her head. “You really thought he wanted you?”

Olivia tensed. “Stop.”

Ria ignored her, her smirk deepening as she tapped out a message.

Hey, Trevor. It’s Ria.

She glanced up at Olivia, relishing the horror creeping into her expression.

“I mean, let’s be honest,” Ria continued, tossing herself onto the bed like she owned the place, “Trevor was never going to take you seriously. You were just a pretty little ego boost for him. Someone to flirt with when he was bored.”

Olivia’s hands clenched into fists. “You don’t know that.”

Ria laughed.

“Oh, please,” she purred. “He liked you.” She tapped her fingers against the screen. “But he’s gonna like me so much more.”

The phone buzzed in her hand. A message flashed across the screen.

Hey, Ria. Didn’t know Olivia had a hot friend. What’s up?

Ria grinned, twisting the knife. She turned the screen toward Olivia, letting her see it.

“Oh, Liv,” she cooed, faux sympathy dripping from her voice. “That must sting.”

Olivia’s breath was shaky. “Why are you doing this?”

Ria’s smirk grew sharp.

“Because I’m willing to give him what he wants.”

She started typing.

You free tonight? Thought we could have a little fun.

Send.

She sat up, stretching her arms over her head, relishing the power she had now.

Trevor’s response came almost immediately.

Damn. Yeah, let’s meet up. Send me your address.

Ria grinned, tossing the phone onto the bed beside Olivia.

“Guess I have plans.”

She stood, smoothing out her skirt and grabbed a top from Olivia’s dresser.  Putting it on, she turned toward the door.

“Riley, please.  No!  Don’t go!” Olivia finally found her voice, desperation creeping in.

Ria paused in the doorway, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smile and winked. 

“Don’t wait up, babe.”

[sweetiechenle]

halo 𖦹 haechan

pairing: non-idol!collegestudent!mean!haechan x afab!collegestudent!reader

summary: you know haechan is not good for you but you just keep coming back

warnings: mdni 18+ only, angst, hurt, barely any comfort, haechan is toxic and a liar and a manipulator, reader is :/ someone help them, sex scenes, cursing, mentions of drinking/smoking, name-calling (not the nice kind), this is a toxic relationship and if u relate to any of this pls remember help is out there! fiction ≠ reality, i do not believe he would act like this irl, he is just a character in my story.

♬⋆.˚ now playing .ᐟ 'halo' by cage the elephant

you knew i couldnt help myself i had to lay low

you never had trouble making friends, but after a while it felt like chore. mundane conversations made with strangers at school, your job, parties your best friend mark would drag you to occasionally. when you told mark you had the weekend off you knew you fucked up, he began to pled, almost getting on his knees to accompany him to this party 'the coolest people in class' were throwing was his words. you rolled your eyes saying 'i’ll think about it' that was wednesday and as friday crept closer you knew youd have to give him an answer soon.

drinking was never fun for you, always blacking out and throwing up somewhere, or worst, on someone, which mark and renjun would never let you live down. so, you became the designated driver, only when you felt like it. however, you still had fun hanging out with your friends drinking or not, mark never left you alone for too long and renjun would always dance with you when asked. you preferred seeing your friends outside of partying which was never a problem for anyone in your group, you wouldn't call yourself innocent, just someone who wanted a more calm environment.

'please come with me, it won't be fun without you' mark sat on the couch in your studio apartment. you stood opposite of him, right in front of the tv. rolling your eyes at him, he was looking around you trying to see his show playing. 'could you move?'

'could you be a little bit nicer? you're the one trying to get ME to do something' folding your arms you move to sit next to him. he sighed and threw his head up to look at the ceiling for a second, he turned off the tv and moved his body towards you. 'y/n would you please come with me to this party? I think there are a couple of people there who you would like actually…' he nudged you, 'jeno will be there, his friend is actually hosting it' you gave him a little smile at hearing your crushes name, but everyone liked jeno.

'hmm, while i don't think jeno would actually talk to me, i guess i have nothing else better to do with my time, just promise you wont leave me' you begged your best friend.

he smiled and took out his pinky finger, presenting it to you, 'i promise' you grabbed it with your own, sealing your fate for the weekend.

you hurried to get ready, opting for high-waisted jean shorts and a simple crop top, something cute to make you fit in, not to grab too much attention. mark was waiting for you on your couch, occasionally shouting out that you both needed to leave soon. finishing up your make up you told mark that you would meet him in the car. it was a deal that he would drive you both there and you would drive back, with him probably drunk and/or high. making your way downstairs and outside, saw him in the driver's seat, ready to take off. once you sat down he was already driving, 'why are we rushing? we actually have plenty of time to get there'

mark sighed, obviously nervous, “well I met these guys the other day and they seem really cool, i just don't want to blow it, you know?' you didnt 'i just want to be their friend, for all of us' you noticed how his knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel. in one of marks classes he was paired up with jeno, who was part of one of the most popular groups in the whole college, a group he wanted to be a part of, and when jeno invited him to a party he knew he couldn't fuck up his chances.

'mark, relax and just be yourself, i'm sure they'll like you. you're like the coolest person i know' you tried to reassure him. he rolled his shoulders back and loosened his grip, trying to clear his mind of anxiety, 'you know i'm nervous too' your words caught him off guard, 'the only person i'll probably know there is you, and maybe renjun if he shows up' he nodded realizing he wasn't the only one freaking out.

the car stopped outside of a little townhouse, you figured a couple of college guys lived there together, there was no way only one person could own something like that in a town so expensive. 'alright, i think this is chenle’s house' turns out only one guy did live there.

it was dark when you entered, and there was a lot of people already there. the music was alarmingly high, but if the person who lived here could afford it then they probably paid the neighbors not to mind too much for one night. you stood behind mark awkwardly, watching as he said hi’s to people you didn't know, he tried to introduce you to which you waved and gave a small introduction. that was until he found jeno along with some other guy, just the four of you in the small kitchen, it was unbearably hot and you wondered if they could see how red your cheeks were.

'y/n' mark started, you broke your gaze from the cherry cabinets and looked at your best friend, 'this is jeno and his friend haechan' you gave them a small small and wave trying to give your most confident ‘hi’. they were so cute, but your focus remained on jeno the most.

'it's nice to meet you, y/n' jeno said before his other friend could, who continued to stare at you, without another word the dark-haired male turned to your best friend, 'want to play beer pong?' you almost laughed telling him you'd come and watch later as mark turned to you for the okay.

when you came to watch them later (after asking multiple people where the table was for beer pong) you found it and mark was already chugging a beer with jeno by his side. giggling you told mark to slow down or he would be passed out within the next hour, jeno just smirked beside you, throwing his arms over the both of you as mark finished his drink. you stopped laughing as jeno yelled over the blaring music, 'we're just getting started my friends'. mark let out a laugh of his own which forced some laughter out of you, you looked from his face to across the table. you remembered him as jeno's friend, haechan, staring at you with pointed eyes and a thin lip, no hints of laughter.

'here drink this' mark said handing you a red cup with clear liquor swirling around, it smelled like alcohol and you grimaced but took it anyways, 'trust me, there's barely any vodka in there, it will help you wind down a little' annoyed by his statement you took a sip and closed your eyes, trying to keep it all down. he walked away to where jeno was, now sitting with a big group.

'not tasty enough? or would you prefer the wine worth hundreds of dollars we save only for goody-goody’s like you?' you turned at the unexpectant guest, raising your eyebrows at the comment. breath hitching in your throat finding jeno's friend, haechan, standing before you.

'excuse me?' you almost spit out the second sip you'd taken, not from the bitter taste but the way he spoke.

'you heard me, you don't have to drink it if you think you are too good for it' he lifted up his eyebrow in question, giving you a slight smirk.

his behavior confused you, but deciding to play along, 'it could be worse, but could be better' you said putting down the cup.

before you could leave, another man entered the room right behind haechan, he slapped his back, making the shorter man jump, 'sorry, he's an asshole'

you smiled in amusement and watched haechan turn to argue with the other boy, you left the room to find mark. you asked if he was ready to leave but he said something about the party just starting, rolling your eyes you asked if he could at least dance with you. he reluctantly agreed, getting up from the couch, he took your hand and led you to the dance floor. you had tried to get jeno's attention by sneaking looks at him, but obviously was a bad plan as he never took notice of your existence even in such a small place. you looked back at mark and to your surprise he wasn't there anymore but haechan, you stood ready to get away from him. he took your arm in his hand, “don't leave, let's dance” you hesitated, but to not make things awkward you agreed. trying to move along with the beat you felt him against you, getting closer. feeling his hot breath on your ear you shuddered, 'staring at jeno isn't going to make him want you… as if he would ever want anyone like you' turning towards him, he stared down at you like dry grass burning from the sun, you could tell something was up. before you could say anything else he grabbed your hips and turned so your back was now touching his front, he moved you along to the music. 'you think you're so innocent' he whispered, 'you should come upstairs with me, i can make you forget all about jeno' so that's what it was, you came to the conclusion that he was acting like this because he liked you(?) and was jealous. the puzzle was hard to put together in your mind, but before you could think another thought about it, the brown-haired boy was tugging you upstairs to an empty room.

it was dark and only the moonlight shone through the window, illuminating only small parts on his face. you noticed some moles and if the circumstances were different you'd comment on how cute they were. caught by surprise in a split second his lips were on yours, kissing you feverishly like his life depended on it, you tried to keep up with the speed, kissing him back almost instantly. he would move down to your neck and bite slightly making you gasp and moan, just as he said, making you forget all about jeno. you watched as his hand slid down your pants and into your underwear, you gasped as he played with you. suddenly embarrassed you hid your face in the crook of his neck, giving him little butterfly kisses as you tried to hold back your moans. 'do you like that?' he huffed in your ear, not stopping his movements. you nodded, whimpering as you tried to reach your high, 'use your words bitch' he hissed going slower to try and make you suffer.

'i like it' you muttered, he went back to his steady pace, going faster when he noticed your legs shaking a little, a couple seconds later you came on his fingers, coming down from your high you sighed and tried to catch your breath. he took his hand out of your pants and held his fingers in front of your face 'suck' he demanded.

'will you call me tomorrow?' you blurted, maybe he did like you and this was just his crazy way of getting your attention.

'no, now suck' he imposed. reluntantly you took his fingers in your mouth, cleaning yourself off of him. after you were done, he stood getting ready to leave you in the room, before opening the door he turned to you still sitting on the bed, 'i'll ask mark for your number'

he didn't call you the next day or the next week, you'd occasionally see him around campus, with his friend group, and sometimes even with mark. you didn't tell mark about what happened between the two of you at the party out of pure embarrassment. mark doesn't even remember leaving you on the dance floor, to begin with. you wanted to forget about haechan, and let him go, but there was something about that night the way he made you feel, uneasy but grounded at the same time. It was a feeling someone else would call you insane if you ever tried to explain it out loud.

just as you thought you were over it, a random text came through your phone on a lonely saturday night reading: 'it's haechan, wanna come over?' you knew you didn't have to go but you did anyways. getting in your car you clicked his address on your phone and drove straight to his apartment. he buzzed you into the building and you made your way upstairs, opting only to dress in sweats and a matching hoodie. he opened the door with a smile, something you weren't really used to seeing yet, but devilishly handsome none-the-less. he led you to his bedroom, a modest size. you moved to the end of the bed, playing with the strings on your hoodie, the air now becoming awkward. you felt a dip next to you and turned towards him, he leaned in for a kiss, much like the night a week ago. you silently complied, kissing him slowly.

he stopped halfway, 'why are you holding back? come on y/n don't act all innocent now, you were the one who asked me to text you,' you winced, he was right.

you faltered, trying not to look him in the eyes, 'i've never done anything like this before, like um… sex' the room felt big and you got smaller under his stare.

he let out a lifeless laugh, 'i'm going to ruin you' he said more to himself. the night ended with you in bed with him, nothing going further than foreplay as you told him you weren't ready yet, but he was willing to wait. haechan wanted to break your innocence, it became a mission to break your facade of someone who acted like they were too good for everyone around them, he knew that deep down you were no better than him.

'i like you y/n, but we can't be seen out together in public, you know mark is a part of our friend group somewhat, and if he finds out about us, i don't think he would like that too much, you know since he's your best friend and all' haechan explained as to why you couldn't tell anyone about your relationship, no way was he being sincere but you didn't have to know that.

you blushed 'I like you too, haechan' you took a mental note when your words made him smile, which just set your heart ablaze. 'yeah, i don't think mark would be too happy about us right now, maybe we should wait a while before we tell him' haechan smiled, getting you right where he wanted.

after a while, you left and went back home, giddy and feeling nothing but joy in your heart. a couple of nights a week it would be the same routine, haechan would call you to come over and you would end up in the same place, under him and in his bed. there was a handful of times you would go out to eat ramen at some random convenience stores outside of town, you never questioned him when he didn't hold your hand even when no one was around. sometimes he was sweet, cuddling into you in bed after an intimate moment or when he asked you if you wanted to stay and watch a movie. other times you'd get done in bed and he'd bluntly ask when you were leaving, you figured he was probably tired.

it didn't help that at times when you and mark would hang out with his new friend group, haechan would act like he never even knew you, but ‘it was for the best’ reminding yourself. it almost slipped to everyone while playing video games together and jeno was on your team, you both had gotten too invested in the game. hugging when you won and arms around you for comfort when you lost, to haehcan jeno was getting way too close for comfort. he continuously asked to switch partners, you thought it was cute, but it just made everyone confused as to why haechan wanted you as a partner so bad. your smile faltered when he answered 'she's terrible! obviously needs someone else to help her win, i think it should be me' his comment pushed a pin through your heart, so you didn't answer his call that night, but of course, you couldn't help yourself. after he texted continuously, trying to tell you it was the best way to get the others off of your backs and not to suspect anything, you agreed to go see him.

after months of back and forth with haechan, you were content with where you were with him. you were sitting in the library on campus one night, there were not a lot of students around, but it was a smaller school to begin with so at any given point there was never really anyone around. never being one to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but when haechan's name was said multiple times between two girls sitting nearby, you just had to listen in. you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying but you stood up when you heard his name and the other girl squealing slightly when the other said 'texted'. before you could even think about it you walked to the end of their table, 'why are you texting my boyfriend?'

the girls were surprised by their sudden interruption of the conversation, turning to you with their mouths slightly agape. 'haechan? girlfriend? this can't be the same haechan we're talking about' she laughed. her statement just made you furious, you knew you were quiet with haechan but you trusted he wasn't talking to other girls. 'girl, stand up, he’ll fuck anything with two legs' the other girl said before turning back to speak with the other, ignoring you entirely. before leaving the second girl called out to you, 'sorry, he's an asshole!' you stomped outside, weight pulling you down as you heard that before, you called haechan with a heavy heart, explaining that you needed to come over.

once you made it to his place you started explaining 'that girls were talking about texting you' and that 'you trusted he would never do that'. he sighed, trying to get you to calm down, haechan guided you to sit on the couch in his living room, explaining slowly, 'first of all, we are not dating, i never asked you to be my girlfriend, second, i have not texted any other girls, they are probably just jealous, but you can not just go around and call us that to strangers!' he walked around in circles, pulling at his brown hair in frustration. you felt your heart break at his confession, how could you forget that he never asked you to be his girlfriend, so why would you go around and call him your boyfriend? you felt embarrassment and stupidity wash over you, it felt gross and sticky. standing up you walked to the door, he watched you take the knob in your hand, turning it, 'i understand' you left.

it was a week without haechan, and while you knew it was good for you, it felt so wrong. you hated it, trying your best to avoid him, yet he was the only thing you could think about. he tried calling you a couple times, and they would go unanswered, he texted you and everything. you ignored him as best as you could, it was until mark got involved. unbelievable, your best friend showed up at your door, saying he wanted to hang out and watch a movie and nonchalantly adding in the comment 'oh yeah, by the way, haechan asked me for you to call him'

you tried to act confused as to why, trying to get more information from mark, 'did he say why?'

mark looked just as confused as you did, 'no but he said it was important, he was kind of sad too, did you do anything to him?'

you scoffed, 'no i didnt, but i guess i should call him if it's that important' after mark left later that night you decided it would be now or never. you could never help yourself with haechan, no matter how bad you wanted to get away, he always found a way to pull you back in.

he picked up on the second ring, 'let me explain' you sighed and told him to go ahead, 'i didnt mean to upset you y/n, you see, i was going to ask you to be my girlfriend and i guess those girls had heard something around campus and got jealous'

you grew suspicious, 'what do you mean ‘heard something around campus’?'

'okay well i told jeno that we had been together for a couple of months and that i was planning on asking you, and i guess he told someone else. please y/n come over tonight and let me make it up to you'

you sighed… you really shouldn't, 'fine, ill be over in 10 minutes'

got so high, couldnt help myself. i lost my halo

'now mark still doesnt know about us, so you cant go around saying anything okay?' haechan was trying to convince you, as he peppered your neck in kisses, 'are you ready tonight?' he was desperate to get you to comply finally. he had been waiting months, usually, girls give it up way earlier but you took some breaking… love as haechan hated to call it. months of work just to break your innocence for him just to get some pussy. he would admit that he had fun trying to get you to bend at his every command, but when you ignored him it just made him want you more. he just couldn't help himself. it took him a lot of thinking but after this night, he wasn't done with you yet. He was so close and he wasn't going to stop now.

you sat infront of him, nervous at his question but you nodded, 'im ready' he gave you a devilish smile in return, planning to do something absolutely crazy to seal the deal. 'good, now just relax baby, i promise i'll make you feel good' you nodded, trusting him. after a while of kissing you got down on your knees in front of him, something you had done dozens of times. now it felt different, in the back of your mind you could hear the girl's voice from a week ago, 'stand up' you stared at his crotch, the bulge waiting for you. 'are you going to suck my dick or not?' he questioned, starting to become impatient, you looked up in a panic not realizing how much lost in thought you were. you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, 'come on baby, you remember just like last time, remember how good you made me feel?' this wasn't good for you, deep down you knew it, but no matter how much he slipped the knife under your skin, you couldn't help it, and there was no going back now. looking up into his brown eyes staring down you nodded.

after he finished, he was hard again almost immediately, ready for what he worked so hard to accomplish, finally breaking your image, it was so sweet he could get high just thinking about it. the way you had defended him from cheating even when those girls were right. the fact that he never wanted to be your boyfriend but couldn't stand the fact of you leaving him, he was fucking crazy and tonight he planned something even more fucked up so he always has a tight hold on you.

you sighed as you laid on your back, waiting for haechan to get ready, feeling nervous as you watched him roll the condom over his dick. he moved to the bed finally and climbed on top of you, 'are you sure about this?' he double-checked, hoping you wouldn't back out now. the excitement almost getting to the best of him as he lined up with your entrance. you nodded and shut your eyes as he slid inside. while it hurt so bad, you felt so full. without even telling him he started to move and that's when it felt better, so euphoric. he continued to pound into you, and all you could do was moan into his shoulder, your brain feeling like mush from everything feeling, your body going through the trails of fire. 'I love you' he whispered and you could barely comprehend the words, deep down you knew he was lying but this was too good to fuck up right now, all you could do was kiss him.

you couldn't help yourself. you'd come back every time.

i lost my halo

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

I am vv interested in ur Uncle Hal wip 👀

ough this is one I've been working on in bits and pieces for probably over a year now, as a prequel to a much larger project involving Kyle as part of Young Justice (the animated show). not gonna get into it now otherwise we'll be here forever lol

But as for Uncle Hal, the premise is simple: It's a 5+1 fic of Green Lantern being the cool uncle of the Justice League. More specifically, to their sidekicks (just don't let them hear you say that) Robin, Kid Flash, Wonder Girl, Speedy, and Aqualad. Basically taking his comic book relationships with Wally and Roy and extrapolating it to Dick, Donna, and Kaldur (sorry Garth fans) as well

tbh I keep getting stuck on the Donna chapter bc she wasn't a part of the team in the show and I don't really know what she was like as Wonder Girl. At this point maybe I should just replace her with M'gann... Oh well, here's an excerpt from the Wally chapter:

“Whoa!” Wally yelled, just barely managing to duck under a whirling boomerang before it took his head off. His accelerated vision caught sight of several strands of orange hair floating through the air, sliced through by the bladed projectile. “Dude, you’re already throwing metal boomerangs, sharpening them is just overkill!”

In response, Captain Boomerang merely laughed and threw another one, only for it to bounce off of an emerald stop sign that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. He barely had time to look up with a confused expression before a glowing green replica of his signature weapon (though not as sharp, thankfully) thwacked solidly against his temple, knocking him out cold. 

“What goes around comes around, Ozzy.” Green Lantern chuckled at his own joke as he descended from the afternoon sky, his ring shining brightly like a star even in the daylight.

“Ha ha, very punny.” Wally rolled his eyes. He’d been awestruck the first time he’d met the senior hero, but subsequent visits and lame jokes had firmly washed him of that notion. “You’re worse than Robin, y’know that?”

“Nice to see you too, Kid.” Green Lantern floated down to land next to Wally. “And puns are a sign of intelligence. Takes real brains to appreciate them.”

“More like dad brains. Must’ve come in with those gray streaks, eh old man?”

“I fully maintain that these are what I get from having to bail you young brats out of trouble all the time.” Green Lantern wagged a finger at Wally. “Your uncle probably has it worse under that red dome of his. Speaking of which, where is Flash? It’s not like him to let you fight one of his Rogues alone, even if it is just Boomerang.”

Wally kicked at the ground nervously, looking away from Green Lantern’s masked gaze. He wondered for a fraction of a second if he was fast enough to outrun the older hero, but quickly decided that was a bad idea. “Um… he said it was probably fine. I’m thirteen now, and it is just Captain Boomerang.”

“Uh huh.” Green Lantern picks up the discarded boomerang and bends the sharpened steel like it’s rubber, twisting it into a metal knot around Captain Boomerang’s wrists. When he speaks, his tone isn’t quite as lighthearted as before, carrying just a hint of the icy tone that makes criminals from Earth to Oa quake in their boots.  “And Flash actually said that?”

“Well… notinsomanywordsno.” Wally’s words blurred together from nervousness at the reminder that Green Lantern wasn’t just his uncle’s goofball bachelor friend Hal, but a founding member of the Justice League, some of whom disapproved of allowing kids to be heroes even with adult supervision.

Green Lantern stared Wally down for a few long seconds, then burst out laughing. “Relax, Kid Flash. You’re not in any trouble with me.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam is Vanilla Part 3

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Lucifer: What do you say, would you like to try it?

Adam's face was warm as he held the bullet vibrator in his hand, since his still had his pussy from the potion he drank, because as it turns out fallen angels can conceive and he was one month pregnant. Lucifer suggested that he should have this inside while they go to a sins meeting.

Adam: The whole time?

Lucifer: Yeah, maybe I'll even turn it on.~ But I understand if you don't want to.

They have never had sex in public, the closest they got to that was them making out in the back of the limo and almost starting to have sex there. Only for Adam to remember the driver and got too much in his head.

Lucifer says he's adorable, he finds himself annoyed with himself. But Lucifer said there is no shame in liking what he likes.

Adam: No one would know?

Lucifer: Nope! It's so quiet no one will hear it and if you get uncomfortable with it you can go to the bathroom and remove it any time.

Adam smiled, he loved exploring new things with Lucifer and he appreciated how much he respected his boundaries.

Adam: I guess..... I can try.

Lucifer smiled and kissed him: Okay, now open wide.~

Adam blushed and spread his legs, Lucifer pulled down his leggings and moved his panties out of the way. Slowly he inserted the vibrator with ease since Adam was already wet.

Adam gasped as Lucifer turned it on low and started to eat him out, he whined and whimpered until he came. Lucifer placed a kiss there and pulled up Adams panties and leggings.

He then kissed Adam deeply before standing up and switching the bullet off for now.

Lucifer: Shall we?

Shyly, Adam nodded and accepted the hand offered to him to help him up. They left for the sins meeting and for the most part it was boring.

Until Lucifer turned the bullet vibrator on and Adam tried not to squirm, he was trying to keep his cool. He couldn't think about what the sins were saying, not that he really cared, but it was harder when thrums of pleasure were literally vibrating in him.

Adam actually came twice before the meeting was over.

[midnightjewel]

Taylor Swift Songs For Your Relationship With The BNHA Guys <3

Simple description like the title says! Specific lyrics included with the songs! I think I picked really good ones for my two favorite princesses <3

(Includes angsty songs as well)

Hope you enjoy <3 Part 1 Part 2

Characters Included: Hawks and Dabi

Hawks

Gorgeous (Reputation)

- You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

- You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much

- You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face. Cause look at your face!

- You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

- You’re so gorgeous it actually hurts

Daylight (Lover)

- I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away)

- I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

- And I can still see it all in my head, back and forth from New York sneaking in your bed

Guilty as Sin? (TTPD)

- Drowning in the blue Nile, he sent me downtown lights

- I’m seeing visions am I bad or mad or wise? What if he’s written ‘mine’ on my upper thigh only in my mind?

- These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head

- My bedsheets are ablaze, I’ve screamed his name building up like waves crashing over my grave without ever touching his skin

- I choose you and me, religiously

Fearless (Fearless TV)

- We’re driving down the road, I wonder if you know I’m trying so hard not to get caught up now

- But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair absentmindedly making me want you

- Well you stood there with me in the doorway, my hands shake I’m not usually this way but, you pull me in and I’m a little more brave, it’s a first kiss it’s flawless

I Know Places (1989 TV)

- You stand with your hand on my waistline, it’s a scene and we’re out here in plain sight, I can hear them whisper as we pass by, it’s a bad sign

- Baby, I know places we won’t be found and they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

- Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love

- They take their shots but we’re bulletproof, and you know for me it’s always you

“Slut!” (1989 TV)

- Flamingo Pink, Sunrise Boulevard, Being this young is art, Aquamarine moonlit swimming pool

- But if I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us, and if they call me a slut, it might be worth it for once

- The sticks and stones they throw froze midair, everyone wants him that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time and I break down then he’s pulling me in, in a world of boys he’s a gentleman

- Half asleep taking your time in the tangerine, Neon lights this is luxury, you’re not saying you’re in love with me but you’re going to

- Half awake taking your chance it’s a big mistake I said it might blow up in your pretty face, I’m not saying do it anyway, but you’re going to (Ughh those lyrics iykyk ;) )

Angst:

The Moment I Knew (Red TV)

- You should’ve been there, should’ve burst through the door with that “baby I’m right here” smile

- You said you’d be here, and it was like slow motion standing there in my party dress in red lipstick, with no one to impress

- And there in the bathroom I try not to fall apart but the sinking feeling starts as I say hopelessly “he said he’d be here”

- What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? And what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show?

- And they’re all standing around me singing “Happy Birthday To You” but there was one thing missing and that was the moment I knew

- You called me later and said “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it” and I said “I’m sorry too”

You’re Not Sorry (Fearless TV)

- You don’t have to call anymore I won’t pick up the phone this is the last straw, don’t wanna hurt anymore

- And you can tell me that you’re sorry but I don’t believe you baby like I did before, you’re not sorry

- Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold, and you’ve got your share of secrets and I’m tired of being last to know and now you’re asking me to listen cause it’s worked each time before

Mr. Perfectly Fine (Fearless TV)

- Mr. Perfect face, Mr. Here to stay, Mr. Look me in the eyes and tell me you would never go away

- Hello Mr. Perfectly fine, how’s your heart after breaking mine?

- He goes about his day, forgets he ever even heard my name

- So dignified of your well pressed suit, so strategized all the eyes on you, sashay your way to your seat, it’s the best seat, in the best room

- Oh he’s so smug Mr. Always Wins, So far above me in every sense, so far above feeling anything

Now That We Don’t Talk (1989 TV)

- Remind myself the more I gave you’d want me less, I cannot be your friend so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost, now that we don’t talk

- I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock or that I’d like to be on a mega yacht with important men who think important thoughts, guess maybe I am better off..

Hits Different (Midnights)

- You made a mess of me, I pictured you with other girls in love and threw up on the street

- And I never don’t cry, at the bar. Yeah my sadness is contagious. I slur your name till someone puts me in a car

- I find the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that I needed, I traced the evidence make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding

- You are the one that I love, don’t need another metaphor it’s simple enough, a wrinkle in time with the crease by your eye, this is why they shouldn’t kill off the main guy

Peter (TTPD)

- I thought it was just goodbye for now, you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me

- Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer? But life was always easier on you, than it was on me.

- And I won’t confess that I waited but I let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground tell me all that you’ve learned

- Cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned, and you said you’d come and get me but you were 25 and the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

- Please know that I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine, but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

(This song is so sad when you think about it being angsty for your relationship with Keigo)

Dabi

Don’t Blame Me (Reputation)

- Don’t blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right

- For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

- My name is whatever you decide and I’m just gonna call you mine, I’m insane but I’m your baby

- I get so high every time you’re loving me, Trip of my life every time you’re touching me

Getaway Car (Reputation)

- It was the best of times, the worst of crimes, I struck a match and blew your mind

- The ties were black, the lies were white, in shades of grey in candle light I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

- You we’re driving the getaway car, we were flying but we never get far

- The great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face, but you weren’t thinking and I was just drinking, while he was running after us I was screaming “Go!Go!Go!”

- We we’re jet set, Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side, it’s no surprise I’ve turned you in, cause us traitors never win

- I’m in a getaway car, I left you in the motel bar, put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me, driving the getaway car

- I was riding in a getaway car, I was crying in a getaway car, I was dying in a getaway car, Said goodbye in a getaway car

This Love (1989 TV)

- This Love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead

- In losing grips on sinking ships you showed up just in time

- Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave, your smile, my ghost, I fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need

Dress (Reputation)

- Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

- Only bought this dress so you could take it off, Carve your name into my bedpost

- Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try, and if I get burned at least we were electrified. I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

- Say my name and everything just stops

- Even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me, and I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side, my one and only, my lifeline

But Daddy I Love Him (TTPD)

- They slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing I wanted, now I’m running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming “but daddy I love him!” Im having his baby, no I’m not but you should see your faces

- I’m telling him to floor it through the fences, no I’m not coming to my senses, I know he’s crazy but he’s the one I want

- I tell you something right now, I’d rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning

I Can See You (Speak Now TV)

- Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me, and I can see you up against the wall with me

- They keep watchful eyes on us, so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet, you won’t believe half the things I see inside my head

- I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you, baby want you even more

- And I could see you being my addition, you could see me as a secret mission

Angst:

Better Man (Red TV)

- I wish it wasn’t 4am standing in the mirror saying to myself “you know you had to do it” I know, the bravest thing I ever did was run

- I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man

- And it was always on your terms, I waited in every careless word

- But your jealousy, I can hear is now talking down to me, like I’d always be around, push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun, you never thought I’d run

I Can Fix Him (no really I can) (TTPD)

- The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town

- They shook their heads saying “god help her” when I tell them he’s my man, but your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger I can fix him no really I can, and only I can

- The dopamine races through his brain on a six lane Texas highway, his hand so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face

- Good Boy, that’s right, Come close, I’ll show you heaven if you’ll be an Angel all night. Trust me I can handle me a dangerous man, no really I can!

- I can fix him, no really I can…. Woah maybe I can’t….

(This is THE Dabi x reader song no one can change my mind)

Say Don’t Go (1989 TV)

- I’ve known it from the very start, we’re a shit in the darkest dark

- Why’d you have to lead me on? Why’d you have to twist the knife? Walk away and leave me bleeding

- Now I’m pacing on shaky ground, strike a match then you blow it out, it’s not fair! Cause you kiss me and it stops time and I’m yours but you’re not mine

- Why’d you have to make me want you? Why’d you have to give me nothing back? Why’d you have to make me love you? I said “I love you!” You say nothing back…

The Black Dog (TTPD)

- So I watch as you walk into some bar called the black dog

- Old habits die screaming

- I just don’t understand how you don’t miss me in the shower when my rain soaked body was shaking. Do you hate me? Was it hazing?

- Six weeks of breathing clean air I still miss the smoke, were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke? Now I wanna sell my hose and set fire to all my clothes

- Even if I die screaming, and I hope you hear it. And I hope it’s shitty in the black dog

Tolerate It (Evermore)

- I sit and watch you reading with your head low

- You’re so much older and wiser and I, wait by the door like I’m just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait, lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it

- I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life. Drawing hearts in the byline, always taking up too much space or time

- What would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins, took this dagger in me and removed it, gain the weight of you then lose it, believe me I could do it

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (TTPD)

- Was any of it true

- You tried to buy some pills, from a friend of friends of mine, they just ghosted you, and now you know what it feels like

- Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

- In 50 years will all this be declassified, and you’ll confess why you did it. And I’ll say “good riddance!” Cause it wasn’t sexy once, it wasn’t forbidden

- I would’ve died for your sins, instead I just died inside, and you deserve prison but you won’t get time

- And in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did, and I’ll forget you but I’ll never forgive the smallest man who ever lived

[marzipanilla]

lol I was gunna ask if you'd seen the new eps yet. The answer is apparently yes

If you think how Mark and Eve get together in the show is bad !! Wait until you hear about how in the comic she dated William first (he doesn't come out as gay until later) and straight up tells Mark that she did it to be close to him. The stupid future her speech does get brought up between them and she is upset about it but like... I don't remember her having such meta commentary about the future her not being her and how weird it all was. Like. If you writers were aware how stupid it was WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE IT IN. it gives nothing. truly. nothing to the narrative. Instead of inventing stupid shit to put in, why not just naturally let the two of them bond over their fucked up family situations? Eve could be all hey, I was made as a government weapon, and Mark could be all my dad wanted to use me as one !! and they could party. But no. A sad middle aged woman cries at you after an insanely traumatizing moment in your life so now you gotta date her proxy.

To keep adding on to the lack of platonic relationships... fucking Samson once again desperate to call them all family when he's still barely spoken to any of them. Did something happen to you man ??? you an orphan??? you having flashbacks to the OG GoG getting rid of you??? why are you so determined to use that word ?? did someone just say it once to you and you thought it sounded cool ??

Also Imma laugh my ass off if they force me to watch Immortal and Kate get married and that girl still doesn't get another outfit. fr I think she has had the same wardrobe for all eps now.

What if the team had actual team dynamics : \ what if they gave us that. instead of one liners. what if there was an indication these ppl actually liked working together. what if there was an indication of who didnt like working together! what if they... had to... communicate with each other !! tbh, I was amused by this sort of happening in the recent ep batch, but then I remembered it was so intermittent in the narrative that it feels jarring when it does happen. pls I need more than two scenes a season if you are going to keep telling me these characters are important as a group.

Art having immunity bc he knows everybody. lol don't try and shake down the tailor, its mutually assured destruction AND you'll have heroes and villains on your ass who just dont want to have to find a new guy. Is having a Rosenbaum costume like having a Gucci bag?? is he considered lower end to others?? does he try and keep a very strict schedule to keep things separate or do nemesis run into each other sometimes at his place picking up stuff?? How did he become friends w Nolan ?? the man tipped him w books ! books he never read ! did he just find Nolan's alieness charming? did Debbie make them hang out? did he just figure a guy who came here from another planet might be lonely so offered to hang?? is he so used to seeing villains that Nolan's offness just didn't bother him? like he didn't even realize he was picking up unsettling vibes ?? also it seemed like he didnt get the Omni-Man suit until around when Mark was born, so what was he tailoring for him then? copies of his Viltrumite kit?

Its funny how little time Mark actually spends around other heroes. On one hand it would make sense that a fair number would want to avoid him, but thats really only reflected in Immortal. Literally nobody else seems to give a fuck. He really is the special nepo baby of the GDA. Monopolizing all that Cecil time.

Yeah normal until not only works if the ppl involved were normal at some point, and space alien hiding the fact he's here to do a lot of murder, and woman who is apparently fine w marrying a god creature ARE NOT NORMAL. How did they produce such an average child. Why is the scope and depth of this universe only relative to Mark's existence. whyyy. it squishes so many compelling things down into nonsense.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[rosy-crow]

THANK YOU HAMAGUCHI YES

[fairyofshampgyu]

he’s literally so beautiful and handsome