#but what's going on with the patches (??) on the walls

[lorynna]

the problem is that those non-permanent phases lead to permanent damage by adults taking those kids too seriously and giving them hormone-blockers and even making them go through HRT and surgeries.

And don't tell me that this doesn't happen. Jazz Jennings is a famous example of this. Diagnosed as trans at age 4? Where he wasn't showing any sign of puberty that could have made him express body disphoria about the sexual characteristic of his male body?

And why is that?? Did he play with barbie dolls and showed little to no interest in cars or "boy toys"? Did he prefer the color pink to blue? Did he prefer "girly" clothing over "boy's clothes"?

"Around the house, I was pretty much allowed to wear whatever I wanted. I’d steal my sister Ari’s oversize pink or purple T-shirts and wobble around the kitchen in dress-up heels covered in feathers. (In fact, I first started wearing those heels back when I was still in diapers.) My parents were cool about it but drew the line at going out in public dressed in girls’ stuff. Mom would put me in shorts styled for boys, and I’d scream and cry as she dragged me to the car. I didn’t just like girly clothing—I felt ashamed and humiliated if I had to wear anything else."

"During Grandma Jacky’s visits, I’d do things like put on a blond wig and a bra over my clothes while brushing my mom’s hair. One day when Grandma Jacky took me shopping and she told me I could pick out a toy, I headed straight to the Barbie aisle. In my child’s mind I remember it as a wall of pink that seemed to go right to the top of the ceiling and stretch the length of the store in either direction. I was allowed to pick a doll instead of the G.I. Joe figure Grandma Jacky knew I wouldn’t want anyway. "

"Dr. Marilyn pulled out two stuffed dolls that looked like fake Cabbage Patch Kids you’d find on the counterfeit toy market, with an important difference—they were anatomically correct. She asked what I had between my legs, and I pointed to the penis. She then asked what I wanted, and I pointed to the vagina. That was the first day I ever heard the word “transgender.” I remember feeling this overwhelming sense of relief that there was finally a word that described me—a girl who had accidentally been born into a boy’s body."

- Being Jazz: My Life as a (Transgender) Teen (2016)

“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.

[impish-baby]

Did you get enough love, my little dove? - platonic yandere! Captor x reader - 🤍🩹 (cw: threats, injured reader)

"The fuck do you mean!?" Wren can tell Elijah is ready to pull his hair out if this deal doesn't go through, he's been pacing since the call started. "We already showed you the pictures of them all busted up, we're serious about killing the little shit!"

He feels bad. Normally he can will it away, convince himself that the rich families they exploit deserve it, but from the start you've said over and over and over again that your father wouldn't give them anything, that he didn't care. It seems like you weren't lying.

"Bastard-" the phone smashes against the wall, sending shards of glass and plastic scattering across the floor. "Dammit! What the hell are we supposed to do now?"

Wren doesn't get a chance to say anything before a gun is aimed at their latest victim's head.

They look so scared. He can feel his heart constricting in his chest when they start to sob again, God they're young.

"Elijah, wait a minute-" He doesn't know why, but he can't just let this kid die. "We can figure out a new plan, right? Don't do something without thinking it through."

"Like what?" Elijah scoffs, he's so pissed his hands are shaking, he can't even keep the gun straight. "You know what we should do? Send their corpse wrapped in a pretty bow to that asshole."

"The boss should have a say," Wren smiles nervously, desperation seizing his heart. "Yeah? Give it until he's back before we do decide." It's his best bet and it works, the other man storms out of the basement with a slam of the door.

"God.." He sighs, slumping against the wall before glancing over at them. They're still crying, he's going to have to get them to drink something. Wren can do that, a glass of water and some kind of snack.

"I- I'll be right back.." They don't acknowledge his departure, not that he expects them to.

Elijah must have gone off to smoke, the older man isn't around when he comes up the stairs. A good thing, Wren really doesn't really want to explain what he's doing.

The kid doesn't look up when he returns, nor when he kneels down in front of them. "Hey, sweetheart.." he feels so awkward, "I'm gonna untie you for a bit, ok? Don't try to get up though."

Their wrists have been rubbed completely raw, probably rope burn. He's seen much, much worse but he still winces. "Ow, kiddo..I'll get you patched in just a minute, you need to get something in your system first."

He delicately places his hands over theirs when they try to hold the cup, partly because he isn't just going to give them a potential weapon and partly because their hands shake so bad he's scared they'll drop it. "There you go, try for a few drinks, you can do it.." Wren has never thought about being a father, but he has the inexplicable urge to be gentle with them. "Good job, baby. Can you try to eat a little for me?"

The answer is no apparently. They get one tiny nibble of an apple slice before they look like they're about to puke, all the fear and adrenaline is probably making their stomach upset. A few sips of water is good enough for now, he'll try them again with some crackers later.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to bandage your wrists up now. I'll be careful, I promise." They've been shaking the entire time, but it hurts a little when they tremble more as he holds their arm delicately. "I know, I'm scary, huh? It'll be quick, just so you don't get a yucky infection or something." Their tearstained face is pitiful, Wren wants to wipe the dried lines of tears away and tell them it'll be ok. He doesn't want to be a liar, though.

(a/n: sorry for lack of posts!!! This week has been kicking my ass qwq I'll be back to posting regularly soon!!)

[spacecola7]

Realized I have free will and WILL be posting every thought I have!

Simon Riley, the lieutenant in charge of training your batch of new recruits, who absolutely despises you. Every time you fall over from exhaustion on a 10 mile run, he’s always screaming in your ear and telling you what a useless slag you are. The moment one of your bullets misses the very center of the target, he’s down your neck telling you to pull it together before tea time or he’ll have you running laps until noon. The constant pressure and seeming disapproval from the man you look up to so much has you breaking down in tears one day when you sprain your ankle scaling a ten foot wall. It’s only when he’s by your side, big and rough hands gentle on your calf as he surveys your condition that he notices the fat tears rolling down your face and realizes his mistake.

“Love, I know this is hard but I need you in good shape if you’re going to be on my team. I ain’t letting you anywhere else but by my side. Now let me patch up this ankle.”

[loves0phelia]

Red And Blue

Summery: His canon event.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: kinda gore at one point nothing too crazy, grammar mistakes.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the amount of mistakes this probably has but i cant be bothered to care more i just want to get this fic out. Listen to my tears ricochet as you read

Rafe had always been good at hiding things. He kept his head down, stayed out of the spotlight, and made sure no one looked too closely. But ever since the bite, since the powers, since the responsibility that came with it, lying had become second nature.

Especially to you.

It killed him, really. Every time he bailed on a movie night, ignored your texts, or showed up bruised and breathless with a half-baked excuse, he saw the confused and hurt look in your eyes. But what was he supposed to do? Tell the truth? That he was ditching every time to swing across rooftops, and fight criminals? No. That wasn’t an option.

Tonight was no different.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” You leaned your head down, phone pressed against your ear, voice sharp with frustration. “You're leaving me again. You promised this time. I know you don't like school events but just once please”

“I'm sorry” he muttered, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “Something came up.”

“Something always comes up. What is it this time? And don’t tell me it's homework or family stuff, because I know when you’re lying.” 

“I just…” He exhaled, as if a weight was pressing on his chest. “I can’t tell you, okay?” He swallowed hard.

Silence. At first he thought you hung up but he could still hear a faint shuffling from the other end of the phone call.

The silence was somehow worse than you cursing him out for bailing.

“Why not? I thought we told each other everything.” your voice was softer this time, more fragile

God, how badly he wanted to. He wanted to tell you about the fights, the injuries he had to patch up alone, the weight of trying to be a hero when all he wanted was to be a normal guy. But if he told you he'd put you into too much risk.

He couldn’t let that happen.

So he did what he always did.

He lied.

“I just need you to trust me,” he said even if his chest ached. “Please.”

You thought for a long moment, then shook your head with a sad smile even if he couldn't see you. “You say that like I don’t already.”

And that hurt more than any punch he’d ever taken.

Because he knew he was running out of chances. The more he lied the more it felt like you were walking away.

“Welp” you said, popping the P, as if trying to lighten up the mood, before taking a small pause. “I'm already half ready and Gwen really wants us to go to the party so if you change your mind just call me?”

"Okay," he whispered into the phone.

"Bye, Rafe." The call ended with a soft beep, leaving him alone with the silence. 

“i suck” He let out a heavy sigh, groaning as he flopped onto his bed. The mask, half-folded over his face, slipped down, unfolding on its own. It rested against his nose—a quiet, relentless reminder of the responsibilities he has over the city.

"Heyyyy!" Gwen called out, sprinting toward you from the front steps of the school, where she had been waiting. Her face lit up the moment she spotted you approaching.

You hesitated, glancing at the building behind her, you could hear music thumping from inside. 

“Rafe is not with you?” she asked, looking around you thinking she might have missed him.

“No, you know how he is. He bailed again” you sighed.

“What is his problem?” She didn't wait for an answer and continued, “you know what? let's forget about him and just have fun” she looped her arm with yours and instantly began dragging you.

The homecoming party was in full swing, music pounding against the walls, and laughter echoed through the gym where it took place. It reeked of sweat, and the floor was already sticky as if someone had dropped bottles of juice on the floor and honestly if Rafe was here you would have begged him to leave with you already.

You tried to enjoy the moment, despite the nagging feeling in the back of your mind. You clutched a red Solo cup filled with non alcoholic fruit punch, swirling the liquid mindlessly. You knew you’d only take a few sips—just enough to look like you were part of the fun.

Beside you, Gwen nudged your arm with a playful grin. “Come on, loosen up a little! It's homecoming, not a funeral.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’m trying, okay? This just isn’t really my scene.”

 “You mean you don’t love being crammed in a gym full of sweaty high schoolers who haven't  learned what deodorant is yet, with music so loud it could cause permanent hearing damage?” Gwen dramatically gasped.

“Shocking, right?” You smirked.

“Alright, no excuses. One dance. Then I’ll let you go back to brooding in the corner with your untouched fruit punch.” She grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the dance floor

You sighed but let her drag you along anyway , attempting to let go of the tension in your chest just for a few minutes.

But it didn't last long. 

A single phone rang loudly, cutting through the music—then another, and another, until the entire gym was filled with the sound of alerts. Conversations stopped, and a wave of confusion swept through the crowd as people scrambled to check their phones. Those who had left theirs at home leaned over shoulders, desperate to see what was happening.

It was an emergency alert.

A link attached to the notification led to a live report from a hovering news helicopter. The shaky footage showed Spider-Man in a brutal fight with something massive—a creature that towered over him. Gasps and murmurs spread through the party as people recognized what they were seeing.

Another lizard.

New York had seen its fair share of Dr. Curt Connors copycats, but this one was different. It was bigger—almost dinosaur-sized; its scaly skin was reflecting the city lights as it tore through the streets. The ground seemed to shake even through the screen.

“This… this one’s huge,” someone whispered, their voice barely audible over the growing panic.

The realization hit all at once. This wasn’t just another mad scientist playing with forbidden experiments and  chemicals. This was something worse. And it was heading straight for the school.

The battle outside was relentless. The massive Lizard roared, its tail whipping through the air, sending cars flying like toys that weighed nothing. Rafe gritted his teeth, webbing up debris and yanking himself through the air to keep up with the monster’s destructive path.

Every web he shot was torn apart and all his strength did nothing against the creature. Rafe's body ached, exhaustion creeping in faster than he wanted to admit. The Lizard was too strong, too fast, and it was pushing forward, heading straight toward the school. Toward you.

He forced himself to move, barely dodging a swipe of the creature’s paws. His vision blurred for a moment, his limbs trembling. His suit was torn. He was too weak. He wasn’t going to make it.  

Then he saw it. In that small moment of hesitation, that single breath he allowed himself to take, the monster had surged forward. Its massive feet slammed into the school celling, reducing the entrance to ashes. Dust and debris shot into the air as the walls groaned under its weight. His chest tightened—he had wasted precious seconds

A deafening explosion sent shockwaves through the school, knocking people off their feet. walls shattered, dust lifted in the air, screams filled the gym, all the lights were shut off putting the school in full black out and the once-lively party descended into chaos.

Everyone was running frantically, The entire building shook as you all felt the creature getting closer seeking destruction. All you could hear was the scream of people desperately trying to find an exit. 

“We have to go!” Gwen took your hand and began running but there was nowhere to run, the school was falling piece by piece.

The next thing you knew, the Lizard’s massive paw tore through the ceiling, debris raining down. Screams got louder and louder. It wasn’t just destroying the building—it was tearing apart anything in its path.

Even students.

You barely had time to process the horror unfolding before your eyes. The sickening sound of ripping metal, the desperate cries for help—it was too much. You wanted to run, to do something, but your body felt frozen in place, paralyzed by terror.

And then you saw it.

A lifeless hand, limp beneath the rubble. A shoe that hadn’t been there seconds ago. Blood smeared across the floor where moments earlier, there had been laughter.

Your breath hitched, your chest was tightening with a grief so sharp it felt like it might crush you. This wasn’t just destruction. It was a massacre..

You barely had time to process  it before a chunk of debris came crashing down—right toward you and a figure dressed in red and blue dropped from the ceiling and came at you as fast as light could travel.

In a blur of motion, you were flying through the air, held tightly against a strong chest. 

“You need to go!”  Spiderman yelled as soon as he dropped you back on your feet. But you couldn't hear him over the roars and the screams.

Before you could respond, a violent force knocked you both apart. You tumbled across the floor, the wind knocked from your lungs and the monster hovered over you. 

Spider-Man lunged, webbing the creature’s face and yanking it backward. “Run!” he shouted at you, desperation in his tone. He fought with everything he had, flipping, dodging, striking with all the strength he could collect. But the Lizard was relentless.

Then, in the chaos, you tried to run—but the Lizard’s tail lashed out, striking you hard. The sound of impact was harsh. You hit the ground with a sickening thud.

“No!” Rafe’s voice cracked, Something inside him snapped. Rage flooded his veins, and every ache, every ounce of exhaustion vanished.

With a furious roar, he attacked. His punches came harder, his movements faster. He webbed the Lizard’s limbs, yanking it into the ground with a force that shattered concrete. He didn’t let up. He couldn’t. Not after what had just happened.

Finally, with one last web the monster was tied to the floor unmoving and unconscious, the host of the lizard and succumbed.

But none of it mattered.

Rafe stumbled toward you, collapsing beside you before pulling his mask up to truly see you.

 “No, no, no—come on” he pleaded, his hands lifted your head up and he felt the liquid pouring out of the large gash behind your head. His blood stained hands trembled as he brushed the hair from your face, his vision blurred with tears. “Please, Y/n—”

Your eyes fluttered open slightly, breathing shallow. A weak, bittersweet smile ghosted your lips. “I always knew,” you whispered. “I always knew it was you.”

Rafe froze, his breath catching in his throat.

“I just… wished you told me,” You murmured, fingers barely gripping his suit. “I still would’ve… loved you.”

Tears streamed down his face. “No, don’t—don’t talk like that. You’re going to be okay. I promise, I—”

But you exhaled one last breath, your hand slipping from his suit. Your body went still.

“Please, no. i love you” he lifted your body further into his as if his warmth could bring you back but it didn't.

And after that moment the canon remained intact.

[sultrysparkles]

PATCH UP DUTY! ༉‧₊˚.

synopsis: your shinobi boyfriend got hurt on a mission, and luckily for them their trusty girlfriend is here to help! (mentions of wounds and blood, SFW) FT. Gaara, Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru

a/n: finally im back!! missed writing more than I expected lol also sorry naruto fans I didn't know what to do with him really!! (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

☆ SILENCE. (FT. GAARA)☆

"You don't have to do this, (Y/N)." Gaara murmurs, resting his arm on the table. You ignore his comment, unraveling a roll of gauze. Sitting there patiently, he watches as you carefully formulate your supplies with precision.

Grabbing a chair next to him, you begin to treat his wound. A large slash down his forearm, yet shallow enough to not cause any substantial issues. But the bleeding alone was enough to make you pout.

Meticulously dabbing a cloth over his wound, not a single word escapes from either one of you. Steady breathing fills the empty silence, a comforting phenomenon that always came along with Gaara. He wasnt the type to speak unless he had to, even then his sentences remained short and meaningful.

Picking up a swab coated in sterile saline, then patting it along the gash, You glance up to check Gaara for any signs of discomfort, an instinct that came along with treating injuries.

Suddenly, your rhythmic movements halt abruptly.

Your eyes meet.

For a moment neither of you move. His cold teal eyes grasp yours, indecipherable but fierce. Almost like he was studying you, memorizing the way your eyebrows furrowed with concentration, the way your eyes squint slightly as you focus. There's no falter nor embarrassed look away—only fixed tranquility.

He still doesn't look away.

Gaara isn't the type of person to shy away when he's caught staring, especially if it's something he's infatuated by. Instead his gaze intensifies, as if he's trying to understand something—himself. Why does he feel this odd warmth in his chest every time he's around your vicinity? Why does his heart slow but his breathing quicken as soon as he feels your delicate touch? It's all so new to him.

You catch a glimpse of something that crosses his face. Although hard to catch, you still caught it. A rare tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show.

"...Does it hurt?" You ask gently.

Immediately, his lips part, like he wants to say something. But instead, he simply shakes his head "No. It's fine."

However, his eyes still haven't let you go. At least not yet. Not until you look away first, flustered by his silent potency. And even then, he's still watching, his thoughts unsolvable, his heart struggling to make sense of feelings he's never felt before.

☆ BIG BABY! (FT. NARUTO) ☆

"Ow, ow, OW— (Y/N), you're killing me!" Naruto whines throwing his head back like he's just been stabbed in the chest.

You glare at him, pressing the antiseptic soaked rag against the scrape on his cheek. "It's just a tiny scratch, you big baby."

"A tiny scratch?... Do you see the SIZE of this thing? I was fighting for my life out there!" He puffs, pointing at the scrape. You sigh loudly, muttering about how ridiculous he is, Naruto crossing his arms childishly at the comment.

Tossing the rag aside, you grab a glass bottle filled with ointment. "You literally get punched through walls, but this is where you draw the line?" You retort, leaning in closer to spread the ointment more precisely

But unknowingly, you closed in the last bit of space between you two, the lack of air making Naruto's brain go fuzzy. Actually, he was completely frozen. Too stunned to speak. His usual goofy demeanour falters for just a moment, his breath pausing as heat rises to his face. He's blinking rapidly, unsure of where to look. He's lost in the way your fingers gently grasp his jaw, tilting his head slightly backwards. And he's fixated on the pacing of your breathing too, feeling the warm air against his cheek.

Fuck. You were way too close. He swallows hard, "Uh..." He scrambles to find his words, for the first time, the Ultimate Knucklehead Ninja is speechless.

You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence as if the close proximity wasn't a part of your plan. "What? You were just talking a mile a minute, and now you're quiet?" You spit, lips curled slightly as you spread the thick medication across his cheek.

Naruto quickly averts his gaze, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "N-Nothing... Just... uh... you must be really focused, huh?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to slow down the sudden pounding in his chest.

Rolling your eyes, you twist the cap back onto the bottle. Adjusting himself on the couch, Naruto tries to retrieve his cool, as if his face weren't a bright tomato red. You continue patching Naruto up, still bickering back and forth with him. Only this time, he seemed to be a bit more jittery and shaky with his responses.

But later, when you're finished and packing away your supplies, you swear you hear him mumble something under his breath. Something that makes you smile not matter how much you stifle it back.

"Man... I think I just feel for you even harder..."

☆ STUBBORNESS (FT. SASUKE) ☆

"I'm fine."

You exhale sharply, ignoring Sasuke's regular resistance. Placing a cloth over the gash and then applying mild pressure, you attempt to stop the bleeding from his neck. "You're bleeding, Sasuke."

He doesn't flinch, nor does he wince. Instead he's just sitting there, stuff but compliant. His arms are crossed, like this whole situation was just some minor inconvenience. Of course. It wasn't unusual for Sasuke to act so detached, always pretending to be unaffected yet his body always said the opposite.

You shake your head, "Just let me help, okay?"

Sasuke sighs through his nose, but doesn't dispute with you any further. That was the most compliance you'll ever get out of him.

The wound on his neck wasn't deep, simply messy. Dried blood strips near the opening, and despite his bluffed collectiveness, you could tell he's exhausted. It wasn't uncommon to see Sasuke injured, oftentimes training tirelessly, or engaging with enemies he underestimated way too much. But this time, you could tell he wasn't just worn out physically.

Too lost in your thoughts, you accidentally prod the cloth a bit too harshly, making him tense up for a moment. Not a flinch, but you swore you heard his breath quietly hitch.

"Sorry," you murmur.

Sasuke though, doesn't say anything. But as you continue, grabbing other materials, you treat his wounds with extra care. Fingers grazing his skin with gentleless, you begin to notice something. His breathing slows. His once taut shoulders are now relaxed under your touch.

He isn't just tolerating this, but he's allowing it.

There's something strangely intimate about this silence. Perhaps it's the way, you're the only one he lets close like this.

Then you feel it. His gaze locked on you.

Holding the gauze in your hand, you pause.

"Sasuke?"

But still, no answer.

You peek up at him, expecting his eyes to rush away like they always do, but he doesn't. His distant black eyes are now fixated on you, unreadable, steady, yet softer than usual. They lacked their usual sharpness, but instead grew of quiet observation.

The sight sends your heart into your throat.

"...What?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He blinks, laggard and calculated. His lips part ever so slightly, like he's about to speak but he doesn't. Instead, after a moment, he exhales and mutters, "Nothing."

Taking in his answer, you continue on with patching him up. But his gaze lingers, still focused on you. Even after you finish patching him up. Because as he stands to leave, his lips part open again, like there's something on his chest that's dying to come out.

And then, he turns away, his voice—low and nearly inaudible.

"...You don't have to worry about me so much."

☆ GENTLE (FT. SHIKAMARU) ☆

"This is such a drag..."

Shikamaru groans, resting his head against the wall as you kneel beside him, tending to the slash across his chest. He's always complaining and always acting like everything takes up so much of his precious energy. But he hasn't moved an inch since you've started.

"You say that like I'm the one who got you hurt," you mutter, blotting a rag over his wound.

A long and slow breathe escapes his lungs, "Tch. Guess that's fair."

His voice is low and sluggish, like sitting here was simply exhausting. Despite having a fresh injury, he seems to be half asleep. Typical. You should've expected him to act like this was more tiring than the actual fight.

"Hold still," you say, pressing a bandage against his skin tightly.

Shikamaru doesn't even flinch. Doesn't really react at all, really—except for the way his eyes flicker downwards watching the way your fingers dance over his chest, you brows knitting together in silent concentration.

You don't notice at first, only until the silence begins to grow way too suspicious.

You glance up, only for him to be looking back at you.

You waver, gripping the roll of bandage.

"What?"

But, he only blinks at you, hushed but calculated, unbothered at the fact you just caught him staring. In his eyes, there's no sign of embarrassment nor instant divergence. Just quiet deliberate eyes, like he's studying a foreign topic.

"You're being weird," you comment, focusing your attention to bandaging him up.

Shikamaru's lips twitch into a lazy smirk. "Nah. Just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

He pauses, and so do you. His eyes dart towards something—not away but lower, to where your hands are still resting on his chest, rising up and down as he breathes.

"You're pretty gentle," he murmurs.

Your breath catches to the back of your throat. But before you can respond, he leans his head back again, shutting his eyes like he's done speaking.

Shaking off the unexpected heat in your cheeks, you huff "You say that like you expected me to be rough."

"Didn't say that," He mutters, eyes still shut.

"Then?"

He exhales a small tired sigh. And then without opening his eyes:

"I think I could get used to this"

Your hands still for half a second, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead he lets the silence between you two settle, as if it were meant to be there.

And when you finally pull back, he doesn't move right away.

Like he's in no rush to leave your touch.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Good to Have a Home

Previous | Masterpost

For a moment when Danny woke up he wasn’t sure what woke him, he opened his eyes a crack and looked around trying to discover the possible threat without letting on he was awake. He noticed Bruce sitting quietly next to him and realized his father’s presence must have been what woken him. He considered pretending to still be asleep, perhaps father would carry him to bed like in the movies and they could avoid this talk, but it was to early for that and he should put Bruce’s mind at ease.

Danny unfolded slowly from his curled up position with a little groan and sat up, checking where the patch of sun was and realizing he’d been asleep for an hour or less. Hopefully that wasn’t enough to mess up his sleep schedule. He stretched and sighed, crossing his legs and leaning back against the wall as he waited for Bruce to speak.

“I know you’re trying to be strong for your brother Danny, but it’s okay if you’re struggling too. You know that right? You both came from the same place, you’re bound to have some of the same troubles,” Danny snorted and drew up his knees, crossing his arms over them. It was quiet for another minute before Bruce added. “If it makes you feel better, I still struggle with it too. I have a well established public persona, but it never feels natural to me. A gala or a formal interview is harder than fighting crime any day.” He said with a little smile, and Danny laughed though maybe not for the reason Bruce hoped.

“You and Damian, both so much more eloquent with violence then with words,” he said, not fully managing to keep the disdain out of his voice. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bruce wince a little. “It is hard, but it’s much easier for me then for him since I have the training for this. There’s no point wasting time complaining about it. It would help me more if you could talk to Damian and give him some media training, especially before we do any television appearances.”

“Sure, I can do that,” Bruce said, looking a uncertain. Danyal had to bite back a laugh to see an adult man of his stature looking so helpless, he clearly didn't know what to do with Danny. “You can talk to me wherever you want to you know, about anything. And I would like to talk to you more about this, whenever you’re ready.”

“Of course,” He said like a private joke and got up again. “It must be almost dinner time right? I’m hungry,” He offered Bruce his hand to help him up.

“You’re right, I think Alfred is making something special,” Bruce agreed. He took Danny’s hand but didn’t put any weight on him as he stood, which was fair, both Danny and Damian were a bit small even for their age though he was sure they’d grow soon.

“Sounds good, I’ll go see how it’s going,” Danny said and returned the cushion he took back on the chair before trotting down to the kitchen, Bruce following behind him despite Danny’s subtle attempt to flee.

“Ah, master Danny, it’s good to see you. Care to help me put the finishing touches on the meal?” Alfred asked with a kind smile that Danny couldn’t help but return, instantly feeling a little better. He helped prep toppings for the home made burgers Alfred had made and then carried things to the table.

When everything was finished the rest of the family started to filter into the dining room and Danny wandered over to the secret cupboard that held his bottle of Lazarus water. He pressed the door and slid it up, grabbing the bottle and twisted off the cap. He took a quick swig and grimaced at the taste, shuddering as it flowed like fire down his throat and turned into ice and mist in his chest. His eyes flashed green as he gaped and let his breath out as a freezing fog, quickly rushing over to the table to grab a piece of cheese to wash down the taste.

That was when Damian slunk into the room last looking sulky and maybe a little guilty, Danny glanced at him and then sat down next to Tim. Damian hesitated, looking at the table, to the place next to Danny where he would usually sit, that was not open tonight. He sighed and went to sit next to Casandra. The room was silent other then Alfred announcing there were also veggie burgers should anyone want them as they started to serve themselves. The tension was noticeable and annoying so Danny sighed and decided it would be up to him to break it.

“So when can we start doing tests on the Lazarus water? I really want to find out more about how it works,” He said catching Bruce and Tim’s attention.

“I want to wait until you get the first package with more from Talia. You’re reliant on it so you having what you need is more important then any tests, and until we’re sure there’s a reliable source we should save what we have,” Bruce said.

Both Danny and Tim gave twin disappointed sighs and then looked at each other startled before Danny cracked a smile and Tim smiled back. “The spirit of scientific inquiry huh?” Tim joked and Danny laughed, nodding.

“It should be soon, I sent a letter to mother telling her how being so far away from the pits was affecting me so hopefully we’ll have what we need before long and we can start running tests.” Danny assured Tim before they once again started bouncing ideas off each other again, this time veering into other subjects, both Bat and Wayne tech. Tim’s eyes lit up, gesturing wildly as he explained the newest patent he’d been working on for Wayne enterprises.

Danny demanded to see it after dinner and Tim managed to pretend to be reluctant for all of five seconds before agreeing. After that they both ate too quickly so they could rush off together, Tim eager and happy to have someone to talk at about his projects. Danny was happy too! Glad to be a fresh pair of eyes and give Tim some new ideas of how he could improve the product, or things he could try to help fix the last few issues. Some of Danny’s idea’s were unconventional, but Tim didn’t seem to mind.

They lost track of time and Danny only realized how long it had been when Alfred politely knocked on the door of Tim’s office/inventing room to tell them that it was time for bed. Danny didn’t doubt Tim would ignore that and keep working but Danny was used to having a schedule and now that his focus was broken he realized that he was tired… and very thirsty, and sort of had to go to the bathroom. Oops.

“Alright, thank you Alfred. Don’t stay up to late Tim,” He joked as he stood up and stretched.

“We should do this again sometime soon,” Tim said, pointedly ignoring the comment about his sleep schedule.

“We should, I’m looking forward to it,” Danny agreed before leaving Alfred to pester Tim further to see if he could get the teen to go to bed at a reasonable time.

Danny got ready for bed slowly and slipped under his covers Despite how tired he was he ended up laying on his beck and staring at the ceiling, tracing the constellations and trying not to think about the day. He didn’t want to think about how he hadn’t spoken to Damian since he made the comment about this being easy for Danny. He didn’t want to think that they might be fighting now, was Damian upset too? Was he laying on the other side of the wall awake thinking about how what he’d said upset Danny? Was he sorry? Was he angry?

Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock on the wall, well that answered a couple of questions. He stared at the wall. Damian and Danny had slept in the same bed together every night for nearly the first two weeks but since then they’d been doing it less often, just when they’d had a bad day or nightmares, or Danny had heard the call in his dreams again. Tonight Danny wasn’t sure if he wanted to reciprocate, what if Damian was still seeking a fight? But they needed each other.

Danny sighed and sat up, leaning over to knock on the wall in return, inviting Damian to come over. He lay back down and waited, a few moments later his door opened a crack and Damian slipped inside, coming over to lay next to him. Danyal offered his hand the way he always did, without opening his eyes, Damian’s warm callused fingers wrapped around his wrist, seeking his pulse.

Danny didn’t say anything, and Damian didn’t either for a long time but the tension between them was palpable and he knew neither of them was asleep.

“I’m sorry,” Damian murmured finally. “I shouldn’t have said that, I know it isn’t actually easy for you either. I just hate how useless I’ve been recently, you… the family likes you, and you know how to handle the media and I feel like I'm falling behind. I hate feeling useless.”

“Welcome to my world,” Danny snorted bitterly. “How do you think I felt in Nanda Parbat.” Danny opened his eyes and was surprised to see guilt and shame on his brothers face. He too suddenly remembered dozens of timed Damian had lectured and put him down, enforcing the standards put on both of them and making Danny feel worse for his inability to do what was expected of him. “It’s okay,” He murmured. “Don’t apologize or feel bad for anything that was done there.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Damian scoffed, but Danny knew he didn’t mean it. “At least you won’t have to go back now right? You get along well with father, and his adopted children, and of course you have the media training. He’ll obviously choose you.”

“Don’t be silly Damian, you and father are very similar. Father has agreed to give you one on one media training, take the chance to bond with him. You should be the heir to the Bat,” Danny encouraged softly.

“But… You don’t want to go back to the League,” Damian said with a little furrow between his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t. The League doesn’t actually need an heir, grandfather is next to immortal anyway. If he does accept an heir I have a feeling he’ll eventually come to see them as a threat, after his position and end up sending them away or killing them. No, neither of us are going back,” he said firmly.

“But… if I’m going to be heir to the Bat, and you don’t want to be the Demon Head’s heir, what are you going to do?” Damian asked sounding lost and confused. He'd always cared so much about such thing.

“I’m not going to be the heir to anything, I never wanted to be anyway,” Danny said just as softly. He’d never said it so plainly before because Damian wouldn’t understand, he’d always wanted a legacy, a purpose to live up to. “If I end up with a legacy I want it to be my own, not handed down to me with all sorts of traditions and expectations. I want to be my own person, whoever that ends up being. If I couldn’t be that here either I was planning to run away once you were settled, but I think Father won’t mind.”

“Good,” Damian said, his fingers twitching and his grip tightening around Danny’s wrist. “We shouldn’t be separated.”

That made Danny smile, he didn’t think Damian would have said such a thing a few months ago he didn’t think Damian would have admitted he wanted to stay together. “You’re right, we shouldn’t be,” He agreed, reaching out to squeeze Damian’s hand with his free one. “And don’t worry about me Dami, yes it’s still hard on me but I know what I’m doing. I know the league training wasn’t actually easy on you either. We compliment each other well, one excelling where the other falls a bit behind, we can help each other.”

“Hopefully the media training will help,” Damian said with a soft sigh. “Smiling and talking like you do doesn’t come naturally to me. I’ve been trying to practice but my smile always looks… off.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to have a public persona like Danny or Brucie, you can find one that suits you better, Bruce can probably help you with that,” Danny assured as he curled a little closer to his brother.

“Maybe, thank you,” Damian said softly.

“Of course, thank you for apologizing,” Danny murmured.

They fell silent again, but this time it was a comfortable silence, Danny felt like he could finally relax. And with that he fell asleep quickly.

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The talk show host sat behind his desk, the Wayne family scattered around on couches, the twins sat between Bruce and Tim on the bigger couch, on the other side Dick and Cass lounged on a love-seat. It had taken a little arranging to get all of the family in one place but Gotham was always happy to see it, especially to have Dick back from Bludhaven and back with the family. He’d been back more since the twins had arrived of course, wanting to get to know the new siblings, but that hadn’t included many public appearances.

“Thank you for making the time to join me and my studio audience tonight,” The host, Jim Thomas said with a winning smile, sweeping his gaze over all the Waynes present.

“Of course! We’re always happy to be here, especially with such good news as two new children,” Brucie said with a bright smile. Everyone knew Gotham’s billionaire adored kids. It seemed like he didn’t know what to do with himself without having a full house and dealt with empty nest by simply adopting more children.

“Right, two at once this time. One at a time no longer enough for you, Brucie?” Jim teased and Bruce chuckled rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as the audience laughed.

“To be fair to him, we sought him out. And no one really expects twins right?” Danny said with a chuckle gesturing back and forth between him and Damian.

“I guess not,” Jim agreed as the audience laughed along. “Now I doubt there’s anyone here who doesn’t know who you are but introduce yourself anyway please.”

“My name is Damian Al Ghul-Wayne,” Damian responded first after being gently nudged by Danny.

“And I’m Danyal Al Ghul-Wayne, but I go by Danny,” Danyal followed up.

“Al Ghul must be your mother’s last name?” Jim asked and the twins nodded. “Is that Middle Eastern?”

“Close but no, we were raised in Pakistan which is South Asia,” Danyal said with a shake of his head. There was a soft hiss at the name of their country, a lot of people knew about the violence there. “Thankfully we were very sheltered,” Danyal said before any follow up questions about that could be asked.

“Fair enough,” Jim said with a nod, clearly he’d like to ask more about that but they had gone over what questions would be asked in this interview ahead of time and that was not one of them. “So we heard in the print article how the twins feel about all their new siblings but how do the rest of the siblings feel about the twins?” Jim asked, his eyes sweeping over them. “Let’s go oldest to youngest?” He suggested looking at Dick.

“Oh I’m used to it by now! I was really mad when Bruce brought J-.. My first brother home,” Everyone winced, the family still had a hard time talking about Jason. “But by the time Timmers came around I was used to it and was thrilled to have a new sibling! I swear since then I’ve just gotten happier with each new sibling I get!” He said with a bright, if slightly vacuous smile.

Jim pointed at Tim next who smiled. “It’s been great to have some more geniuses around,” He joked. “Danny is mechanically minded like me, we’ve been working together on some new tech for Wayne corp, he has some creative ideas. Some of them even work!” He laughed and let out an oof when Danny elbowed him. “Neither of the twins know much modern media, so it’s been fun showing them all the movies I consider required viewing, Damian has the best reactions.”

“Well I know we're all looking forward to seeing what you come up with! Cassandra, what about you? These are your first new brothers aren’t they?” Jim asked, looking to Cass.

She smiled at him and started to sign, it was easier on her then talking in front of so many people. Dick translated easily; “She loves having brothers who are so similar to her. They both stretch and train with her every morning though they’re far from professional dancers. Besides it’s nice to not be the baby anymore.”

Jim laughed at the comment. “Fair enough! Some people like being the baby of the family but it’s not for everyone. What about you Brucie, we know you’re happy to have more kids but this brings it to five, How many children is too many?”

“Oof hard questions,” Brucie said leaning back and looking like he was thinking hard. “I’m going to say eight? Give myself some more room to grow! It also depends how many friends my current kids mak,e if I can keep my house full of happy people.” So unlike the quiet, grief stricken home he had grown up in after his parent’s deaths, as far away from that as possible.

“It’s not like all of them live at home anymore! I currently only have 4 under my roof, and whatever friend is staying over of course. There’s room for more, if the right kid comes along of course,” He said cheerfully and all his kids groaned in exasperation making the audience laugh.

“Try to wait for a bit, at least till Danny and Damian and properly adjusted hm?” Jim joked. “Well I’m sure we’re all glad to hear that the family is all settling in well and going strong.

“Us too, we would have hated it if showing up caused issues,” Danny said gesturing back and forth between himself and Damian. “But it’s been really nice to be somewhere we can be ourselves, and just be kids.”

“It hasn’t been coming entirely naturally,” Damian admitted, hands folded in his lap. “Neither has trusting adults, but we have time, and dad has experience with kids who’ve been through… hard times. In that way I know we’re very grateful for our older siblings.”

“There’s probably no one better you two could have ended up with,” The host agreed warmly.

------(Changing back to Danny’s perspective)

The rest of the interview wrapped up well and Danny felt like he was almost bursting with pride that he couldn’t express. Two weeks of intense media training for Damian, he hadn’t enjoyed it, it had been hard and frustrating, but he had stuck with it and it had really paid off tonight! He had done so well in the interview, he had kept a straight face while their adopted brothers were talking and Danny had only had to prompt him once! And it had helped, the interview had still been exhausting but without having to worry about Damian, and with their family there to rely on, less so.

He was still glad to get out from in front of the cameras and back stage to wash off the tv makeup and change out of the scratchy suit before they headed home. Alfred had promised that while they were playing socialite he would be doing some baking, preparing a treat for them when they got home. Danny couldn’t wait!

“Way to go little brothers!” Dick cheered, slinging an arm around both of their shoulders which had Damian snarling and start fighting against the grip. Which backfired as Dick released Danny to hold Damian with both arms and ruffle up his perfectly sicked back hair as Damian made sounds of complaint out outrage. Danny laughed and backed away to avoid getting grabbed again.

“I can’t believe your said you were grateful for us! I’m touched,” Tim teased as well as Damian managed to bite Dick hard, them kick his shin to escape.

“It’s hardly a compliment to call you an experiment,” Damian sniffed turning up his nose at them, though thankfully they just laughed again. Danny was just relieved Damian hadn’t pulled a knife of Dick, he knew his twin had a few stashed in various hiding places on his person. To be fair, so did Danny.

“Really, Chum,” Bruce said softly, resting a hand on Damian’s shoulder, smiling warmly down at him. “You did well, I’m proud of you. Both of you,” He added smiling at Danny as well, who smiled back softly and nodded in acknowledgement. Damian looked like the praise had overwhelmed and shut down his systems. Bruce chuckled and gently led the way out to the car, using his hand on Damian’s shoulder to guide him while he processed.

They all piled in the limo, chatting and laughing, mostly getting out residual nervous energy from the interview. Danny joined in a little, but mostly relaxed next to a silent Damian. When they got home everyone got out and scattered, Cass and Tim rushing to grab a couple cookies before practically running to the cave so they could get out on patrol. Dick broke off with Bruce to talk about something, and Damian and Danny took their time walking back inside together.

“It’s good to be home isn’t it?” Damian said with a soft sigh once the heavy doors closed behind them.

“Good to have a home,” Danny said. Good to have a place where he finally felt safe, where they didn’t have to fight for survival. Good to have a place they could finally be themselves. Whatever happened with school, and hero work, and everything else, it was good to have a home.

[yungistiny]

man on fire ═ chapter one

[ J. Yunho ]

chapter one: rebound

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summary: yunho was hongjoong’s right hand man, his best dealer, his best racer, last thing yunho needed was to get distracted by a cop’s daughter

warning: possessive yunho, weed dealer yunho, stoner yunho, street racer yunho, corruption kink, size kink, use of drugs, dom yunho/sub reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, spanking, biting, yunho is hung, public sex, car sex

pairing: yunho x afab/reader

genre: smut, drama, angst, romance

word count: 5.7k

chapter two coming soon

chapter three coming soon

masterlist

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Y/N grew up in a strict household. Her dad being a cop her entire life made things as an adolescent a bit dreary.

The only brightness she had in that dreariness was her best friend, Park Seonghwa. His dad was also a cop, it’s how they had met. Their dads have been best friends since they were teenagers.

After Y/N dad met her mom while on vacation in California one year, he married her after only a month of knowing her and not a month later Y/N was on her way into the world.

Y/N dad, Kim Junmyeon, brought her mother back with him to Seoul where his best friend had already had a four month year old Seonghwa.

They had been best friends their entire lives. Y/N and Seonghwa did everything together. They even chose the same college to go to. Lived together. Even now, only a few months after college graduation, they were both going to start medical school in the fall.

Seonghwa was the reason why she was standing here now. Not that he was there himself but he was the reason she met him. It was Seonghwa that practically commanded, begged her to come with him to see his new boyfriend where she first saw him.

And now here she was, him on his knees, y/n back pressed against the wall in the half lit apartment. His hands, his large and beautifully skilled hands, had pushed her oversized shirt up to her stomach.

He was practically whimpering into her clothed and soaking cunt. His nose rubbing at the wet patch visible on the light gray boyshorts she had on.

Y/N reached down to grip at his dark black hair, tangling one hand into the longer strands at the nape of his neck and her other one gripping the top. “Please….” She was begging, voice so desperate.

A deep chuckle left him, almost taunting. He pulled back from her causing y/n to lose her grip on his hair. “Say it.” His voice so gruff, so much deeper than normal. Commanding her as he stood tall, towering over her against the wall.

His hands found hers, interlocking them together and raising her arms so he could pin them on the wall behind her. “Say it.” He repeated, lips brushing hers as he lent his head down to rest his forehead against her own.

Y/N looked up through her lashes to meet his dark gaze. Her answer came out breathless, a lustful and needy caress. “I’m yours.”

He smirked at her, a shadow of the light casting a glow on his face and he looked like a beautiful fallen angel. All dark and light at the same time. The most handsome face hiding the truth.

“Mine.”

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Y/N hissed, the pain erupting in the heel of her foot. “Hwa, watch the legos!l

Seonghwa looked up from where he sat on a couch pillow in the floor right against the white ikea coffee table where he was busy building the Millennium Falcon, legos strewn all over. He winced as she hopped on one foot and fell on the black pleather couch. “Sorry, y/n.”

“It’s like 10:30 in the morning and you’re already building that thing?” Y/N squinted her eyes at the blinding sun beaming through the two big windows. Seonghwa had just bought that lego set the night before. “It’s never too early for legos, y/n.”

Y/N hesitated, biting her bottom lip. She was anxious to tell her best friend what she had done the night before, the call she had made after they had gotten back from shopping. “I broke up with Han.”

Seonghwa paused, sitting his legos down and turning towards his best friend, eyes wide, shocked. Y/N had been with Han for three years. Seonghwa had tried many times to get her to leave the asshole but she didn’t listen. Y/N never listened. “Are you serious?”

“He cheated on me.” Y/N knew she should feel gutted, completely heartbroken but she didn’t feel anything. Truth is, she had stopped loving Han a long time ago. She just didn’t know how to break it off. “San caught him with some other girl at a club last weekend.”

“Y/N,” Seonghwa crawled up to sit next to her. “why didn’t you tell me?” Why hadn’t she dumped him as soon as she found out?

“I’ve wanted to leave him for a while now but I just didn’t know how…” She shrugged, rubbing her heel where it still ached a little from the lego she stepped on. “him cheating just gave me the perfect excuse.”

“You shouldn’t have had waited.” He scolded her. Seonghwa was glad y/n finally dumped Han but he’d still probably punch him in the face if he saw him again for cheating on her.

“Do you want to like have a romcom night and cry into some ice cream?” Seonghwa would certainly call and tell Hongjoong he’d couldn’t make it that night.

“No.” Y/N shook her head, truly, she was fine. “I’m ok, Hwa, I promise.” And she was and Seonghwa hesitated though, deciding he’d still give her a distraction. “You’re coming with me tonight to see Hongjoong.”

Y/N scrunched her face up in mock disgust. “Why would I want to come with you to fuck your boyfriend?”

Seonghwa smacked her lightly on the leg. “Shut up! That is not what we’re doing!” His face was flushed. “He has a race tonight.”

“A race?” Y/N arched a brow. “Are you talking about street racing?” She had heard of them, mainly from her dad complaining, it was a big underground thing here in Busan.

“Yes.” Seonghwa slid back down to the floor to continue with his legos. “Does he know your dad is a cop?” Y/N asked.

Seonghwa waved a hand in dismissal. “He doesn’t need to know that.”

“Seonghwa!” Y/N laughed sliding down to sit beside him and wincing when something stabbed her in the ass. “Ow!” Another stray lego.

Seonghwa laughed at her, pushing his long platinum dyed hair out of his face. “I’m sorry.”

“How many times have you been to one? A race?” Y/N was curious about them. What the scene of one looked like? “A couple of times.” Seonghwa answered, placing legos together with a focused gaze.

“I guess I have nothing else to do.” Y/N shrugged like she wasn’t a tad bit excited to see an actual street race. Growing up with their dads, the closest her and Seonghwa had ever gotten to anything dangerous and exhilarating was watching the Fast and Furious movies.

“Wear something hot.” Seonghwa grinned at her, bumping his shoulder with hers. “There’s a bunch of hot guys there.”

“I’m not going on the rebound, Hwa.” Y/N rolled her eyes. She was not jumping into bed with someone else anytime soon.

“You need to. It’s the perfect distraction and, it’s fun!” Seonghwa smirked at her, y/n had only ever been with Han and when she lost her virginity to Song Mingi in high school.

“Hongjoong has a lot of hot friends.” He was teasing her now. “First, there’s Yunho, he’s like…. his right hand man. Then, there’s Jongho….. I’m not sure what Jongho is….. muscle?”

“Hwa, enough.” Y/N shoved him. “I am not going to try and hook up with anyone. And I don’t need a rebound, no distractions.” She huffed, letting out a deep breath. “I’m fine.”

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Y/N had decided to dress in some dark washed jean short shorts, a black lace cropped tank top and black combat boots. It was summer and the heat was just as hot at night as it was during the day.

“I thought you said you didn’t want a rebound?” Seonghwa smirked at her as y/n walked out of her room ready to leave. “You look hot y/n.”

“I’m not.” It’s what she kept telling herself anyways. “Let’s go, it’s already after 11:00.” Apparently the racers liked to wait until late to start, the night life most likely giving a distraction.

Seonghwa drove towards the other side of the city around the old docks, where an old warehouse was located, half torn down fence and a long stretch of road just beside it.

Cars littered the entire acre. Music blasted from speakers, lights gleamed and flashed colors from within the old warehouse.

“Who owns this place?” Y/N encircled her arm with Seonghwa’s, eyeing all the cars, the details and colors as they walked up towards the warehouse.

“I have no idea.” Seonghwa shrugged, spotting Hongjoong standing beside his car talking in hushed tones with Yunho.

Yunho was tall, well 6ft and over. Black hair shaggy, a small gap displaying his forehead, short but a little longer in the strands that touched the back of his neck. His left ear that was on display was decorated with piercings. He wore a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up, a white plain shirt with Dior written in small black letters on the right side of the chest. His jeans were dark, a rip in the knee of the left one ending with black converse on his feet.

Y/N admired the red car that Hongjoong stood beside, though she herself couldn’t tell you what brand a car was let alone the model. She didn’t even know what model her own car was. That wasn’t exactly her expertise.

Yunho’s sharp gaze caught site of them first, whispering something to Hongjoong and nodding his head towards Seonghwa.

Hongjoong was shorter then Seonghwa, something y/n found humor in because though Hongjoong wasn’t much taller then herself, he was very intimidating but he always seemed to melt around y/n best friend.

Y/N watched Hongjoong try not to smile lovesick at Seonghwa but he couldn’t help it. “I thought you weren’t gonna make it in time. You did say you wanted to ride with me. My race is next.”

Y/N stared at her best friend, shocked. “You’re gonna ride with him? Seonghwa, you start freaking out when I drive over the speed limit.”

“Shut up, y/n!” Seonghwa gaped at her as Hongjoong smirked at him. He could see Yunho and Jongho snickering from where they stood beside Yunho’s car. “I do not.” Lies.

Y/N shook her head at her best friend as two cars came speeding into view. A black sleek car stopped first, a guy with dyed red hair jumping out and cheering, running up towards Hongjoong. “I told you! Rich kid talked all that shit and I still beat his ass!”

The other car, a familiar white one, squealed tires as it came to a stop beside the black one. Y/N froze, spinning around to avoid the guy that stepped out of it, clearly pissed off as he stomped up towards Hongjoong.

Y/N shoved her way past people, bumping into some as she tumbled into a body. “Whoah,” hands steadied her, large hands, pretty hands. The voice was deep yet melodic. Soothing. Her vision stared at a chest, leaning her head back to look up at the tall, and really big, guy.

“Sorry.” Y/N mumbled because suddenly she was very distracted. The guy had to of been the hottest guy she’d ever seen, certainly to her anyways.

Seonghwa was searching for her, he was shocked, instantly looking for his best friend the second her cheating ex boyfriend snatched Wooyoung by the shoulder. “You fucking cheated!” Han exclaimed.

Wooyoung glared at him, sneering. “I don’t cheat.” He practically hissed at him like a cat. “It’s not my fault daddy bought you a fancy car you don’t know how to use.”

The crowd laughed only seeming to infuriate Han more. “I want a rematch.” He demanded.

“Fuck that.” Wooyoung scoffed, shaking his head. “I beat you fair and square. Stop whining about it.”

“I’ll race him.”

Y/N stiffened in the tall strangers hold, his voice gruff when he spoke now, smirking above her towards where she could only assume her ex was standing.

Wooyoung laughed almost manically and Hongjoong grinned. “Yunho will race you.”

Yunho, y/n recognized his name from earlier that day when Seonghwa was naming some of Hongjoong’s friends. “First, there’s Yunho, he’s like…. his right hand man.”

Yunho released his hold on her, sending y/n a once over, gaze dark, before moving towards her ex boyfriend. Y/N made sure to keep herself hidden within the crowd.

Han gulped as Yunho towered over him, not that he would ever let Hongjoong’s lackey intimidate him. “Whatever.” He spat, turning and storming back to his car to wait.

Wooyoung accepted a wad of cash from Hongjoong, his winnings for the night before going to move his own car out of the way so Yunho could pull his out.

“Y/N!” Seonghwa found her, eyes wide. “I had no idea he would be here.” Han had never been there the times Seonghwa had been, neither himself or y/n knew he raced.

“It’s fine, I’d just rather not face him right now.” Y/N groaned, leaning against a car, shaded the darkest blue, almost black yet when the light hit the paint just right a flash of emerald glittered.

“Sorry, sweetheart…” Yunho was suddenly in front of her causing y/n to jump a little startled. “kind of need my car.” He gave her the most boyish, charming smile, a stark contrast towards his presence before.

Seonghwa looked back and forth between them and was grinning as y/n stumbled over an apology, moving herself away from Yunho’s car. He had never seen his best friend so flustered before.

Hongjoong walked up to them, a serious look on his face. “Yunho,” he stood beside Seonghwa, Yunho pausing with his hand on the roof of his car, driver’s door open, waiting. “Smoke em.”

Yunho smirked, a cocky, arrogant smirk. “Of course.” He never lost a race. He was Hongjoong’s best driver. Everyone that came to the docks dreaded having to face him. It was basically an automatic defeat.

“I swear,” a new voice interrupted them as Yunho got into his car, pulling it out to drive and park beside Han. “I’m gone for a few minutes and everything turns to chaos.”

“Come on, Jongho,” Hongjoong smirked at him. “Yunho’s about to beat the rich kid, send him home crying to daddy.”

Y/N was sure they had no idea how true their jokes about Han were. He was a rich kid and definitely got by on his dad’s money. Or maybe they did really know who he was. “I for one cant wait to see Han get his ass beat.”

Y/N elbowed Seonghwa lightly in the side. “Hwa.” She scolded him, though she too was anticipating Yunho sending him home in a fit. “You know him?” Hongjoong arched a brow, looking between Seonghwa and Y/N.

Y/N sighed, folding her arms across her chest as Wooyoung stood between Yunho and Han’s cars, arms raised high. “He’s my ex.” As soon Wooyoung dropped his arms, Yunho was already leaving Han behind, his car long out of vision in no time.

“He’s an asshole.” Hongjoong stated as the crowd cheered around them. “Yunho gonna make him cry.” Jongho snorted, holding a hand out to y/n. “I don’t believe we’ve met, Choi Jongho.”

Jongho was handsome, short dark hair, tan skin and an almost cute, innocent smile. He also looked strong, really strong. “Y/N. I’m Seonghwa’s best friend.”

“He’s mentioned you before…” Wooyoung interrupted them, flicking his tongue out to lick at his lip ring, the lighting catching a glare off of his eyebrow piercing. “never said how hot you were though.”

“You are just…” Jongho shoved him, shaking his head in amusement. “not subtle at all.”

“Ignore them.” Hongjoong smiled at her. “I do.”

Y/N watched as Jongho had grabbed Wooyoung in a headlock, both of them playfully fighting like two kid brothers.

“So how long does this take?” Everyone was just waiting around, y/n was so blinded by movies, she expected to be cameras or something showing them the race. Not… well… this. Maybe that’s why Seonghwa wanted to ride with Hongjoong? See the action, feel the adrenaline of it first hand.

“With Yunho racing?” Hongjoong shrugged. “I give it another minute, two tops.” So he was fast, skilled and fast is what Hongjoong was saying.

Really fast because the headlights of Yunho’s car could already be seen, the motor and exhaust loud as he came to a speeding stop at the makeshift finish line. Han’s car nowhere to be seen yet.

“What I say?” Hongjoong was grinning as Yunho stepped out of his car, a matching grin in his own face as Wooyoung ran to him, throwing himself at him as the crowd cheered.

“Hongjoong,” a new voice spoke up, this one friendly. “We’re next!”

“I got you, Taeyong.” Hongjoong nodded at Taeyong, who was about the same height as him with striking dyed green hair, covered in tattoos under the simple black tank top he wore. “Come on.” Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, tugging himself along towards his car.

“Hey,” Jongho noticed the slight panic on y/n face as her best friend started to leave. “you can just hang with me until they get back.”

“Thanks.” Y/N gave him a genuine smile, grateful she wouldn’t be left alone.

Han’s car finally caught up, grinding to a break stop. He slammed his door shut as he stormed up to Yunho. “What the fuck do you have under that hood? No one is that fast!”

Yunho smirked at him, staring down as Wooyoung and the crowd laughed. “I am.”

“Yunho.” Hongjoong handed him an envelope, his payment, most of it money right out of Han’s pocket. “Taeyong, let’s go!”

Y/N stood with Jongho, watching Yunho get back in his car, pulling it back into the spot he had originally had it parked at before as Hongjoong and Taeyong pulled their cars up next to each other, a friendly race this time.

She could see Seonghwa hesitating before finally shaking his head and getting into the passenger seat. Han sent one last glare at Yunho before getting back in his car, reversing and speeding off.

Wooyoung once again stood between two cars, arms raised high, this time he was giggling as he yelled, “GO!”

“Dude!” Jongho clapped Yunho on the shoulder, having to reach a little. “You literally left his ass to catch up.”

Yunho bit his bottom lip, holding back a cocky grin. “He shifted too soon, hit his nos too soon, it was sad really, almost felt bad.”

Jongho laughed and y/n had no idea what any of that meant but Han deserved the defeat. “Y/N, how’d you date that asshole?” Jongho asked, Yunho looking at her curiously now.

“You dated him?” Yunho once again trailed his gaze over her, Jongho holding back a smirk as his friend and roommate, practically devoured y/n with his dark gaze. Yunho was always intimidating to others, to those that didn’t truly know him.

Y/N felt naked under his gaze, face flushed. Seonghwa certainly wasn’t lying when he said Hongjoong’s friends were hot. “I’d rather not… talk about my asshole ex boyfriend.”

“You know what…” Jongho jumped in, changing the subject. “I don’t believe you two have officially met.” He slung an arm around y/n shoulders, a friendly gesture and nothing more. “Y/N, this is Yunho. Yunho, this is Seonghwa’s best friend, Y/N.”

Yunho arched a brow, really smirking now. Because he knew her, well, of her. Seonghwa had mentioned her on many occasions, though he never mentioned how beautiful she was.

“Celebratory BLUNT!” Wooyoung bounded up to them, giddy pulling a blunt from behind his ear. Y/N eyed the rolled leaf, dark in his hand as Wooyoung placed it between his lips, pulling a black lighter from his pocket.

She’s never smoked weed before. She’d never done anything illegal before. How could she when her dad was a cop? Her gaze followed the rotation of the blunt as Wooyoung passed it to Yunho, smoke blowing through his nose.

Yunho took the blunt from Wooyoung, his gaze never lingering from y/n who’s eyes were now watching him as Yunho brought the blunt to his own lips, really plump cupids bowl lips y/n noticed.

Before Yunho could get a hit in, the crowd erupted into panic. “Shit! COPS!”

Y/N’s eyes widened, heart pounding in her chest as she began to panic. Seonghwa’s car was still here and she didn’t have the keys! Seonghwa and Hongjoong weren’t even back from the race yet. “Jongho, Seonghwa’s car is still here, I don’t have the keys!”

Yunho dug into his pocket, pulling out his own keys. “Jongho,” he tossed them at him. “get my car out of here.”

Jongho looked nervous and excited at the idea of driving Yunho’s car.

“Come on.” Yunho grabbed y/n hand, his larger one encasing her entire one as he lead her through the crowd towards Seonghwa’s car.

The alarm went off and Yunho cursed at the car being locked, the police sirens growing louder the closer they got. Glass shattered and y/n jumped startled.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” She yelled as Yunho had knocked out the driver’s side window of Seonghwa’s car, the alarm blaring even louder. Yunho unlocked the door, yanking it open, quickly brushing glass out the seat. “I’ll replace it for him.”

Y/N just stood there frozen for a split second before Yunho unlocked the passenger door, pushing it open for her. “Get in.”

She jumped, the police cars now coming into view as she scrambled into the car, slamming the door shut. “Put your seatbelt on.” Yunho had yanked a bunch of wires loose under the steering wheel, the alarm silencing before the engine cranked, hot wiring Seonghwa’s car.

Yunho put the gearshift into drive and as soon as y/n had situated herself in the seat, seatbelt clicking, his foot was on the gas and speeding down the road at a speed y/n didn’t think Seonghwa’s car could go.

Y/N gripped one of the grab handles as tightly as she could as Yunho shifted the gear, the sharp turn he took causing her to slide a little and she was thankful now he told her to put her seatbelt on.

The scenery around them was a blur giving y/n whiplash when Yunho suddenly slowed down, backing the car slowly into a dark alley just on the outskirts of the city. He turned the car lights off, the darkness of the alleyway casting a shadow just enough to camouflage them from view as two police cars sped by non the wiser.

Yunho waited, one hand on the wheel, fingers tapping in the silence. “Do you….” Y/N heart was racing so fast she was sure she would pass out. “do you think they saw the car?”

Yunho didn’t answer her, slowly pulling the car back out of the alley, turning the headlights back on and pulling onto the main road again, blending with the traffic back across the Gwangan Bridge.

Y/N had no idea where they were going as she felt her phone start to vibrate in her small pocket on her shorts. She pulled the phone out, unlocking it and answering the call from Seonghwa.

“Y/N, are you ok? By the time we got back you and my car were gone! How did you start it, I have the keys…” Seonghwa was rambling, something he always did when he was scared or nervous.

“Hwa, breathe.” Y/N could tell he was shaken up by his breathless tone. “I’m fine. I’m with Yunho, he’s the one who started your car.” She left out how and the broken window.

Seonghwa sighed in relief on the other end of the call. “We’re at Hongjoong’s garage but, I’m sure Yunho already knows that.”

Y/N casted a sideways gaze towards Yunho who was flipping the blinkers on with one hand while lazily steering the steering wheel with his other. She found he was very attractive at everything he did. “Yeah…” She had no idea if Yunho actually was heading to Hongjoong’s garage. “I’ll see you when we get there.”

The rest of the drive was silent except for the wind blowing in through the broken window. Hongjoong’s garage stuck out with a bright neon sign that read Outlaw Customs.

Yunho pulled Seonghwa’s car inside the brightly lit garage, right beside Yunho’s own car that Jongho had successfully gotten away in, thankfully without a scratch.

Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt, gaze catching sight of the gun peeking out the waistband of Yunho’s pants as he stepped out of the car. Why would he have a gun?

“Jongho,” Yunho pointed at him as he examined his car. “you better be glad.” He noted as his car was still in perfect shape.

Jongho feigned hurt, hand over his heart. “I am an excellent driver.”

“What happened to my window?” Seonghwa was staring at his car in horror. “Umm… Yunho said he would fix it.” Y/N didn’t really know what else to say, her best friend was just staring at his car with his mouth opened.

“It was either break into or leave it there.” Yunho patted him on the back. “I’ll fix it tomorrow.” He promised which only seemed to calm Seonghwa down just a little.

“Yunho.” Hongjoong’s voice cut in, it was much more authoritative when he spoke now. Yunho headed towards where he stood at a door labeled Outlaws Only.

“I made brownies!” Wooyoung was beaming with mischief in his eyes. “You want some?” He asked them and Hongjoong gave him a hard stare. “What?” Wooyoung pouted.

“Get in.” Hongjoong seemed to command it, looking towards Jongho next. “Jongho.”

Jongho dragged his feet on his way there, not in a mood for one of Hongjoong’s scoldings and his captain looked pissed since he had gotten back to the garage.

The door shut behind Hongjoong once they were all inside. A window gave only a glimpse of them inside before Jongho shut the blinds with a roll of his eyes.

“What are they doing?” Y/N asked Seonghwa only to be answered by another voice. “Club meeting.” The voice belonged to probably one of the most pretty men y/n had ever seen. His hair was jaw length, wavy and dyed a dark red. He had a birthmark right next to his left eye and wore a dark navy blue mechanic uniform that was covered in grime and grease.

“Club?” Y/N furrowed her brows together. “You know, the racers.” The stranger answered her as he walked to a sink, washing his hands. There was something in the way he said racers though, almost like it held an underlying meaning.

“Are you not a racer?” Y/N followed him, Seonghwa hot on her heels. The stranger laughed, drying his hands. “No. I’m just a mechanic, I’m Yeosang.”

Yeosang turned out to be fun to talk to, he kept herself and Seonghwa company, even bringing them some bottles of soju as they waited on the others.

Y/N found out that Yeosang was Wooyoung’s best friend and roommate. Apparently they had been best friends since they were 7 years old after Wooyoung bit him and declared it so.

By the time the others finally reemerged, both y/n and Seonghwa were a little tipsy. Yeosang too was flushed in the face, throwing his head back as he took another shot.

“Shots without me?” Jongho gasped, snatching up a bottle and a shot glass and pouring himself one.

Y/N could smell something, something herbal and burning. Wooyoung had lit a blunt, starting a rotation around the table everyone was suddenly crowded at.

Her gaze shamelessly landed on Yunho who stood across from her, she was sure the boldness came from the alcohol in her system. Y/N followed his fingers, they were so long and looked calloused yet delicate at the same time as he brought the blunt to his lips.

He was staring at her and y/n felt her arms prickle with goosebumps under his dark gaze as he exhaled smoke through his nose.

Her heart was racing and she was starting to think Seonghwa was right, she could use a distraction.

She poured herself another shot of soju and then another as everyone too began to drink. Now, y/n wouldn’t say she was drunk, maybe she was, but so was everyone else.

Seonghwa had disappeared with Hongjoong somewhere a while ago and Wooyoung was passed out beside Yeosang on a worn out brown couch on the far side of the garage. Jongho had disappeared up the same stairs to a second floor that Seonghwa and Hongjoong had.

Y/N was clumsily walking around the garage, the main lights were turned off, the doors all closed. Light from the outside night life bled through the blinds on the windows.

A loud curse caused y/n to jump, startled from the half drunken daze she was in. Yunho was digging around in his car, the drivers door open as he was hunched down in the front.

Y/N had thought he had disappeared upstairs with the others as she hadn’t seen him in a minute, since Yeosang had stumbled over to pass out beside Wooyoung.

There’s a lot of things y/n has blamed on alcohol consumption. That time her and Seonghwa were in high school and her mom’s bird flew out of the house. Y/N had told her she had no idea a window was open. That time she had called Han a self centered asshole in front of everyone at Seonghwa’s birthday party earlier that year, though it was every bit true.

And now, she would blame her actions for which she has found herself, straddling Yunho’s lap in the passenger seat of his car, the seat tilted as far back as it would go. His hands were gripping her ass as she grinded against his still clothed bulge in his pants.

Y/N shorts were long tossed into the backseat of the car along with her tank top leaving her in just her simple black bra and a pair of mix matched dark red panties. Panties that was soaked with her arousal.

Yunho too had drank, not a lot but certainly enough to have him buzzed, plus he had smoked a few blunts so he was encased in a high as well, one thing registering though….. he needed to have y/n. He wanted to fuck her the moment he saw her, even more when he found out she was Han’s ex, Yunho had felt petty.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice was deep and gruff, husky and filled with desire that made y/n moan as she felt him reach his hand down, feeling at the wet patch on her panties.

“I need to be inside you right now.” Yunho let y/n grind herself against his hand as he leaned forward, kissing at her neck. “Please…” her breathless plea had him digging in the glovebox for a condom, he always had a few lying around.

Y/N reached down to unzip him, her hands searching for his length hidden in his boxers, pulling him free and practically whimpering at the size of him. He was big and she briefly wondered if he’d fit but didn’t care, she’d make him fit.

Yunho tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth, spitting the top half out to land somewhere in the car. Y/N grabbed the condom from him, her hands eager to glide the rubber onto him.

A growl escaped him at finally being touched, the glide of y/n smaller, much smaller, hands down his dick. Yunho snatched his blazer off, tossing it into the back, gripping y/n waist as he helped lift her, y/n pushing her own panties to the side as Yunho watched her sink herself onto him.

“Fuck…” y/n fell forward, hands tangling into Yunho’s hair as he stretched her, plunging deeper, filling her until he was fully buried inside her. His arms were wrapped around her, giving her a moment to adjust to him.

“Mhmm…” y/n couldn’t garner a comprehensive word in her body once Yunho started to move her, hands now gripping her waist, rocking her body back and forth. “Don’t go dumb on me now, sweetheart.” Yunho leaned his head towards her, tongue lapping at her throat, sucking at the flesh.

Y/N was moaning, loudly, her sinful noises echoing it seemed along with the lewd noises coming from Yunho bouncing her in his lap now, her clit making contact with his pubic bone every time.

“Holy shit…” Yunho had his face buried in the valley of her breasts. “this gotta be the best pussy I’ve ever had.” He was mumbling to himself but y/n heard him and clenched around him tightly.

“Talk to me.” Yunho was kissing at her jaw. Y/N reached a hand to tug at his hair and the other to grip at his throat which caused him to growl. There was only one thing on y/n mind at the moment. “You’re….. you’re so big….”

Yunho pulled her flushed against him, y/n grip on his throat tightening, making him moan. His arms wrapped around her. “You’re so fucking tight…. so fucking perfect the way you fit me, the way you take me…”

Y/N was suddenly moaning his name like a mantra when his dick repeatedly hit that spot buried deep inside her that had her a complete mess as her orgasm hit her like a storm as Yunho used his knees as leverage to pound up into her, his car rocking loudly.

Yunho swallowed her moaning screams with a kiss, y/n whimpering into his mouth as she made a mess all over him, his pants wet from her orgasm, squirting all over him and with the way she was pulling his hair and still gripping his throat, sent Yunho himself over the edge, filling the condom full.

They’re panting and breathless.

Yunho hoping to have her again.

Y/N feeling an adrenaline high.

Both of them quickly feeling a tug of addiction but chose to ignore it.

For now.

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[bet-on-me-13]

Sam is Adopted

So! Have you ever noticed how Sam doesn't look like either of her Parents? Her Mom and Dad are Blonde and Ginger, and neither of them have Purple Eyes. How would Sam ever come from either of them?

She tells people that she dyes her Hair and wears Contacts, but the reality is that she was adopted as a baby by them. They had just found out that Pamela was Infertile and they wanted an Heir foe their company, so they decided to Adopt a kid.

But the Adoption Agency didn't have any kids who would realistically look like them, so they just got the first kid they found.

She had been left at the Orphanage by her Mother citing an inability to raise her and an unstable income. She never told the Agency her name, but told them that the baby's name was Sam, named after her Grandfather.

Sam was raised knowing that she was Adopted, but never really put much interest into it. Until one day when she decided that her adoptive Parents support of the Anti Ecto Acts was a step too far for her. She took an Ancestry DNA Test to see if she could find her Bio Mom to get away from them.

The results came back, and she found out that her Mom was a woman from Metropolis named Lois Lane.

[spacedlexi]

"sounds nice... having a partner"

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

if scars don't make man look good then being alive sure does

[mydaroga]

Found on Facebook: "Paul getting ready for a home photo shoot with Barry Lategan. Pictures were featured in the Observer Magazine article ‘What Makes a Man Stylish?’, 1968."

Unsure who the woman in the photo is.

[disorganised-bagel]

been playing way too much slime rancher recently, and am now getting The Urges to make some kind of rtc slime rancher au

[starryluminary]

You’ll find the real thing instead, she’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred

And hold your hand while dancing

Never leave you standing

Crest fallen on the landing

With Champagne Problems

[bookwyrminspiration]

Silly Game Time: What are some of your favorite kinds of candy or sweets in general?

I've just been staring at this ask all day and drawing a near complete blank. I'm more of a spice person, so when I eat sweets it's usually just whatever's around.

I tend to prefer sour/acidic things? Tamarind, lemon, lime, other citrus--and that includes in desserts like cheesecake. I can say with confidence though that I do NOT like nutella or most cakes.

I'll also go for cinnamon or mint. But yeah I'll have to circle back to this I'm for real stumped

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kind of endearing that despite their obvious strained dynamic Utahime and Gojo trust each other

[voidsentprinces]

Oh Zenos, it felt like you had so much potential but then they kept you along waaaaaaaaaay past the point of narrative importance. Made you show up in the end as a glorified uber into a final boss fight and then tacked on your final battle to the Hype Battle Music which was the equivalent of a stepping a little to the left, a little to the right and then doing a Quick Time Event to win. And now Zero and the Scions won't top bringing you up in conversation like Zenos was a new hip restaurant we all use to go to and now it closed down due to COVID so now we have to reminiscence about you in passing.