#for this reason i had mumbled to myself NUMEROUS TIMES

[haeigoo]

my god, that was... EVERYTHING

Opposites Attract [ZCL/NJM] (M)

Description: Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Genre: Smut. That's it. It's literally 4.4k worth of smut.

This was a request! Thank you for requesting what turned into what is most likely the longest sex scene I have ever written LOL (and to the other anon in my inbox, my wonderfully Jaemle-fied brain is coming for you next)

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality (again?), Jaemin says princess and whore once i think? Overstimulation !!! and crying because of that...oh and also threesome? didn't know if that was clear lol

Word Count: 4,392

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin (the lack of Jaemle gifs is a literal crime so HERE is a picture I found off the internet)

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Your arrangement is out of the ordinary, sure, but none of you are complaining. It started off fairly simple, with just you and Jaemin having your way with each other whenever you felt like it. You’d been friends with the boys practically forever at this point—you never kept secrets from them, and they never kept them from you, either.

That is…until you and Jaemin agreed to be friends with benefits. You both were much too busy to have anything real, and there honestly wasn’t anyone else you’d trust enough to not blab about it to all the other boys.

Chenle snuck his way in, figuratively and literally. You and Jaemin were normally very, very careful with this. None of the boys even had suspicions.

In group settings, he treats you like he treats the rest of them.

In private? You’re his princess, and he worships the ground you walk on.

That day, Jaemin texted you asking you to come over. It was the middle of the afternoon, and your activities were usually saved for nighttime. Either way, you didn’t hesitate. After almost six months of this arrangement, your body automatically responded to him. He never let you down.

He must’ve been frustrated about something because the two of you didn’t make it past the couch to his bedroom. Both of you were shirtless and he was pressed between your legs when his front door opened. Jaemin immediately pressed his chest to yours to cover you the best he could.

“Six months of everyone being ignorant to this has not been long enough,” Jaemin groaned, looking up at Chenle standing in the doorway.

He blinked rapidly at the two of you, in shock more than anything else. Nobody had even come close to suspecting the two of you.

“Dude,” Jaemin said. “Do you mind turning around so I can make sure she’s decent?”

“Yeah, duh. Shit.” Chenle whipped around to stare at the door, tugging his fingers through his hair.

Jaemin quickly grabbed your shirt and whispered an apology and a promise to make it up to you later. You took a deep breath and sat up on the couch, patting your cheeks to snap yourself out of your Jaemin haze.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing.” Chenle turned back to you, arms crossed over his chest.

You and Jaemin glanced at each other before Jaemin replied, “We’re not.”

“Oh, right. I forget that people who aren’t involved have sex all the time. Which is like…the definition of involved.” Chenle quirked an eyebrow.

“We’re not dating, is what he means.” You tried to explain it without spelling it out for him.

“So, he wouldn’t be mad if I asked you for a turn?” Chenle looked at Jaemin, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’d be perfectly okay with that?”

Jaemin’s jaw tightens. “It’s…Don’t be an idiot. There’s no feelings or dating, but it’s still exclusive.”

“Jaem.” You paused and studied Chenle closely. The way your mind strayed could simply be because you were interrupted right when an indescribable amount of heat flooded your body, but at this point, it didn’t even matter.

“What?”

“Why don’t we let him watch?” You tugged Jaemin closer to you and made brief eye contact with him before you dipped down to leave open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

Jaemin let out a shaky breath. “Is that what you want?”

“Ask him.”

Chenle stood there, watching you with laser focus as your hand moved down to palm Jaemin’s bulge through his jeans. His lips parted, tongue running over the edges of his teeth.

“Well?” Jaemin sighed. “Sit down and watch or get the fuck out.”

Without wasting another second, Chenle sat in the recliner and rested his elbows on his knees while he leaned forward.

You did this for two reasons—one, you’d always been attracted to Chenle. You’d always wondered what it’d be like to screw around with him, too, but that was mostly before things started with Jaemin. Two, having someone watch the two of you meant Jaemin would be going all out. He’d want to turn you into a moaning mess, to show that he was the one who made you feel good.

Jaemin is a tender lover, the type that memorizes every inch of your body and uses it accordingly. He’d be rough with you if you asked him too, but his favorite thing is watching you fall apart over and over again as he takes his time and pays attention to details. He knows when you’re close, the specific way to rub your clit to send you over the edge when his hips rutt against yours.

That day, Chenle did watch you. He didn’t get to do much more than that, but he got to witness the way Jaemin worshiped you. The way every single touch of his was deliberate in bringing you to the utmost peak of your pleasure—you went higher and higher every time you were with Jaemin.

He didn’t just watch, though. Not when Jaemin’s head was buried between your thighs, tongue-fucking you to oblivion. Chenle had taken himself out of his shorts and jerked himself off to the sound of your pleasure. When Jaemin finally slid his thick cock into you, he buried his head in your neck and kissed, licked, nipped, everything you liked. He fucked you with such precision, all while you were spread out wide on his couch, fully naked and on display for Chenle.

Jaemin paid him no attention. Only you. Only ever you.

“You fuck her raw?” Chenle’s voice was strained as his hand matched the pace Jaemin thrusted into you.

“Feels good.” Jaemin nodded, breath hitching when you clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy.”

A moan slipped past Chenle’s lips. The sound had you digging your nails into Jaemin’s shoulders. At that moment, you made eye contact with Chenle, and his hand jerked his cock faster. He started cursing quietly, eyebrows furrowing as he neared his end. Jaemin reached between the two of you and rubbed his perfect circles on your clit, and as your orgasm hit you hard, your back arched and you couldn’t contain your scream of pleasure.

When your vision unblurred, you saw Chenle with ropes of white on his T-shirt and his head dropped against the back of the chair. He gulped, trying his best to calm down. Jaemin groaned in your ear and spilled deep inside you, rocking his hips to help you come down from one of the best orgasms you’d had in a long time.

A week or so later when Jaemin gave you permission to initiate a similar relationship with Chenle, you didn’t hesitate. Luckily for you, Jaemin wasn’t possessive, and as long as you were still equally as interested in him, he didn’t care if you fucked Chenle, too.

The first time you did, you were floored and amazed by the differences between the two. Jaemin was tender, caring, gentle. You were royalty in his eyes, something to be worshiped. Chenle, on the other hand, was rough by default. He called you names that had your toes curling that Jaemin would probably punch him in the face for saying.

From that day forward, you fucked one of the two depending on your mood. They respected it and never questioned you, and the arrangement worked so well. Although the two of them stayed separate—they’d never fucked you at the same time, nor did either of them suggest it.

A shame, really.

And now, here you are—surrounded by your five oblivious friends and your two fuck buddies. What could go wrong?

Jaemin was good at being subtle, but when Chenle wanted to fuck you, you knew. A dark look would form in his eyes and they’d sharpen. Jaemin showed his want in more subtle ways, like when his touch would linger a tad too long on your shoulder, or when he’d move past you and touch your waist.

After the rest of the boys leave, Chenle and Jaemin stay behind. This isn’t unnatural, and honestly, they’ve been closer lately than they’ve been in a long time. You settle between them on the couch, closing your eyes and leaning your head on Chenle’s shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You nod.

Chenle puts his hand on your thigh, moving it higher and higher until it sits at the edge of your denim shorts. You immediately clench your legs together. Since that first time Chenle watched you and Jaemin, nothing like that had happened again. To have him touching you like this with Jaemin right next to you spurs thoughts in you that you’re unsure if either of them would be down with.

Chenle’s fingers slide beneath your shorts, teasingly rubbing along your skin. You glance over at Jaemin, sucking in a sharp breath when you see his eyes locked where you’re being touched.

“Look at you, Princess.” He clicks his tongue, brushing your hair behind your ear. “He’s barely touching you.”

Wetness pools at your core.

Chenle drags his nails across the hem of your panties. “Always so wet and ready. Bet you’d beg for cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t she look so good stuffed with two?” Jaemin reaches beneath your shirt and tugs your bra down to free your breasts. You gasp when he rolls your nipple.

“Fuck, she’d go crazy with you fucking her pussy and me fucking that pretty mouth.” His moves further, barely brushing against your clothed core. “What do you say, pretty girl? You want us both?”

Between Chenle’s teasing and Jaemin playing with your breasts, you can’t do anything but whine. You’ve dreamed of taking them both since Chenle watched you and Jaemin.

“Of course, she does,” Jaemin coos. “Look at her squirming already. We’ve barely even touched her.”

“Please.” You gasp, lifting your hips to try and get Chenle to apply more pressure.

“Who do you want to stretch you out?” Jaemin asks, pulling your shirt over your head before quickly unclasping your bra. “Don’t be shy, baby. Tell us who you want.”

“Both,” you moan. “Don’t stop touching me, please.”

Jaemin leans down to kiss over your chest while Chenle’s lips connect with your neck. You whimper, toes already curling at the feeling of their tongues leaving wet trails on you.

Chenle pops the button on your shorts, the undeniably simple motion making heat swarm every inch of your body. He tugs them off of you. You’re left in a pair of lace panties, but both of the boys are fully clothed. You pull Jaemin away from your breasts to kiss him hard, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt while Chenle fingers dance down your body to your core.

“God, Jaem, she’s soaked.” Chenle lets out a relaxed sigh. “Perfect little cockslut.”

When a shudder runs through you, Jaemin hums against your lips. “Did you like that, Princess? You like when he touches your pretty pussy while he thinks about fucking you like a whore?”

As the words leave Jaemin’s mouth, Chenle’s thumb presses against your clit through your panties and you slam your thighs together. Holy shit, that really just came out of his mouth. Your legs shake as you squirm.

“Don’t be like that,” Jaemin says, gripping one of your thighs while the other man grabs the other. The two of them wrench them apart so Chenle can continue his work.

“You want me to make you cum?” he asks, lips brushing the tip of your ear. “Gonna make you finish so much today, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are.”

You nod, dropping your head back on the cushions. “Please. Please.”

He moves your soaked panties to the side, sliding two fingers in with ease. His palm presses into your clit with every thrust of his hand, and his tongue licks along your pulse. The two men are much too strong, and any attempts to close your legs is futile.

Jaemin latches on to the other side of your neck, nipping the base of it. You try your best to rock your hips, but the magic happening inside you doesn’t require your help. It never does when it comes to them.

Chenle adds a third, breath shuddering at how easy you take it, how much the wetness gushes around his fingers.

“Look at you,” Jaemin whispers. “So good at taking what we give you.”

You can’t even come up with coherent words. You end up mumbling gibberish at him as the bubble starts to form. It takes one last brush of Chenle’s palm on your sensitive bud to send you flying over the edge, your back arching as a scream leaves your lips.

The three of you sit in silence for a moment, even as Chenle gently thrusts his hand to help you come down from your high. The only sound is your rough breathing.

Jaemin reaches up to caress your face. “Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom? We’ll be in in a second.”

Although the last thing you want to do is separate yourself from them, you stand on shaky legs anyway. Chenle quickly grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it before giving it a rough smack.

You’re only alone for a couple minutes at most before they follow you in. Having them both in front of you and towering over you is intimidating this way, but you don’t shy away from them.

Chenle grabs a pillow from the bed, tossing it on the floor in front of Jaemin while the latter pulls his shirt over his head and starts undoing his pants. 

“Didn’t want you to hurt your knees while you suck my cock,” Jaemin says, gesturing to the pillow. “Take your panties off and show me why you deserve to get fucked.”

You quickly do what he says, knees sinking into the soft fabric as your mouth waters at the sight of him pulling his pants down. You’re so concentrated on Jaemin, you almost don’t notice Chenle below you. His head rests down on the pillow, his hands already moving to explore the expanse of your legs.

“What are you doing?” Your face burns at the thousands of thoughts racing through you brain.

“None of that.” Jaemin grips your chin and lifts so you have to look at him. “Don’t pay him any attention when I need you like this.”

His shirt is absent from his chest, hard planes of muscle on display for you. You crave to lick him all over. He pushes his jeans and his boxers down his legs, eyes closing when you waste no time. You wrap your hand around his rock hard cock, jerking him slowly while you prepare yourself to take him in your mouth.

You take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. When you feel Chenle’s hands exploring the back of your thighs, you gasp. Jaemin uses the opportunity of your widened mouth to push himself further inside. He gently grips your hair, guiding you since you’re so distracted by what the other man is doing between your legs. You try to breathe through your nose, hollow your cheeks, do anything to aid in Jaemin’s pleasure, but your entire body shudders when Chenle squeezes your ass. You moan, reaching forward to grip Jaemin’s legs. That’s the only way you’ll keep yourself afloat between the both of them.

Your eyes water when Jaemin hits the back of your throat, causing it to constrict around him. He lets out a groan, his grasp tightening slightly. You feel Chenle shift below you, but you’re much too preoccupied to ask or see what he’s doing.

Hands still massaging your ass, Chenle presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. Your whine is barely heard while muffled by the cock thrusting into your mouth. Your knees wobble as Chenle flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, nails digging into your skin.

“That’s it, Princess,” Jaemin coos. “Your mouth is so perfect.”

You take initiative then, bobbing your head and taking him in as deep as you can while you grind down on Chenle’s tongue. Your moans increase in frequency as his lips wrap around your bud and his fingers circle your entrance.

Between the heavy cock on your tongue and the stimulation of your clit, your orgasm builds much faster than you anticipate. You never want this to be over. All you want is to be between them forever, feeling unimaginable pleasure at their hands.

“You’re doing so good,” Jaemin mutters.

You’re building and building and building, and then Chenle curls his fingers, and you scream around Jaemin. His hips buck involuntarily into your face, slamming his tip into the back of your throat. He pulls out of your mouth, chest heaving as he watches you crumble onto the man below you.

Chenle yanks you down until you’re sitting on his face, and he brings you down from your high gently.

“Fuck, that was close,” Jaemin groans, tugging his fingers through his hair. “Let her go now.”

One last lick to your entrance, and Chenle’s sliding out from under you, offering you help in standing up. His face glistens with your arousal, and unbelievably, it sends another wave of heat through your body. You kiss him, sighing at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Jaemin’s hands find your waist, squeezing you gently. “Get on the bed, baby. All fours.”

Your body is tingling from your recent orgasm when you pull away from Chenle to do as Jaemin says. Barely able to hold yourself up, you clench around nothing in excitement when the bed dips behind you.

They’re both out of sight, but you can always tell who’s touching you. Jaemin’s touches were soft and deliberate, and Chenle’s were rough and messy. Two completely different styles, but either way, they had you craving them both somehow.

“You ready for me?” Jaemin whispers, teasing your cunt with his cock. “You’re so fucking soaked.”

You only have to wonder about Chenle briefly, wondering where he’s at, because he climbs on the bed in front of you, the rest of his clothes shed and precum dripping from his tip. Your mouth waters all over again.

“Go easy on me, pretty girl.” Chenle bunches your hair in a ponytail. “I still want to fuck you when he’s done.”

Your eyes widen. Knowing Jaemin, there’s no way he’ll fuck you without making you cum. You’re already weak from the first two orgasms Chenle’s given to you, and the idea of four sounds so far-fetched. No way you’ll make it that many—your body would probably fall apart limb from limb.

Chenle taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you instinctively open your mouth for him. As he pushes in, Jaemin follows suit, both of them moving slowly, deliberately taking their sweet time in stretching you open to the max. Everything about this is perfect. Your wetness drips down your thighs and your toes curl and you feel so hazy and full.

You use your tongue to tease Chenle, stroking the underside of his cock and tracing along the prominent vein. Jaemin feels heavenly, his thick member plunging into you at a steady pace. Your legs and arms shake trying to keep yourself up. The last thing you should’ve done is tease Chenle, because he pushes himself so far into your mouth, he’s down your throat and your nose is against his pelvis.

“You’re too easy on her,” Chenle says to Jaemin, breath shuddering when you gag around him. “She’s just a little slut, begging to get fucked by both of us at the same time.”

Jaemin grips your hips, his working against you in fluid, steady motions. You feel them both everywhere. Even now, getting everything you wanted, you need more. The pleasure makes you delirious, your vision blurry and faded as Jaemin’s cock rubs against your walls in the most satisfying of ways. You lose track of how many sounds are muffled by Chenle. 

“Fuck,” Jaemin murmurs. “She fucking like that. She just got so tight.”

“Told you.” Chenle lets out a short, breathy laugh as he quickens his pace.

Jaemin reaches around you, reaching down to find your clit. He never fails to touch you in a way so perfect, you’re ready to crumble within seconds. Your jaw and arms ache, but it only aids your experience. 

Chenle pulls out of your mouth slowly, watching as a trail of spit stretches from your lips. Then he yanks your head back to make you look at him. The motion is so rough, tears spring into your eyes. You’re finally able to breathe properly, the whines, moans, and screams finally out in the air. He traces over your surely swollen lips with his thumb, gaze dark. Jaemin’s thrusts are met with lewd sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin.

“Be a good girl and cum for Jaem, slut.” Chenle tsks, pulling at your lip.

And you shatter, the loudest sound you’ve ever made escaping from you as Jaemin fucks you steady through your third orgasm. You can barely breathe, gasping as you quake. It doesn’t take long for Jaemin to follow suit, two more thrusts before he holds you against him, spilling deep inside you.

“As fun as the show has been,” Chenle begins, letting go of your hair. “I’m gonna need a turn before my balls fucking burst.”

Your arms can no longer keep you up, so your face falls into the mattress. Overstimulation has tears running down your cheeks, but nothing matters to you except finishing what you started.

Jaemin gives himself a second before he pulls out of you. He continues to hold your hips up until Chenle’s able to take his spot. Massaging your ass, he gives you a little bit to calm down.

“Be careful,” Jaemin mutters to Chenle.

You imagine the glare the latter gives in return.

“She’ll tell me if it’s too much.” He traces a finger up your spine. “Wouldn’t you?”

Unable to speak, you nod fervently, pushing back to encourage him. You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your life, but you craved more. A whimper falls from your lips as Chenle prods at your entrance.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, gently scratching up and down your back. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Wanting my cock when another man’s cum is still leaking out of you.”

You push back further, yearning for the stretch. They’re similar sizes, but Chenle’s thicker just enough for you to notice. No coherent thoughts swirl in your mind as you turn your head to look at Jaemin across the room.

His boxers are back on, and a tiny glimpse of worry spreads across his face. Your eyes roll all the way back as Chenle slides inside, every nerve-ending in your body on fire. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, barely rocking his hips to help you adjust to him and the sensitivity.

Jaemin makes his way over to you. Kneeling by the edge of the bed so he’s right in front of you. Your walls flutter incessantly around Chenle’s cock.

“You take us so well.” He brushes your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat. “We’ll take care of you, Princess. You just gotta cum one more time, then we’ll take such good care of you.”

You whine at the thought of a fourth orgasm, but you nod. Jaemin’s thumb brushes your cheek, swiping away the tears. His lips meet yours, easily prying yours open so he can slide his tongue in your mouth. A low sound emanates from Chenle as his grip on you tightens. He thrusts faster, desperate for your attention, slamming himself inside you regardless of sensitivity.

You tremble, fisting the sheets as you cry out into Jaemin’s mouth. He stays put, but Chenle picks up his pace, his throbbing cock fucking you open.

“Good girl,” Chenle groans, his voice borderline whiny. Through his steady pace, his balls slap your clit with every thrust. You jolt each time, the sensitivity wreaking havoc on your body the closer you get.

When you explode around him, it’s sudden and quick. You hold onto the back of Jaemin’s neck, whimpering and gasping for air as if you can’t breathe. Chenle stutters, the clamp of your walls making him dig his fingers into your ass.

An elongated moan leaves his mouth as he bursts inside you. He stays inside you for a moment to allow himself to calm down. When he finally pulls out, he guides your practically limp body down to the mattress. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath, but the only thing you feel anymore is the overwhelming urge to fall asleep.

“You okay, baby?” Jaemin asks, tilting his head. “You know you look so pretty like this, right? With your lips swollen, eyes red and drooping…To think we made you this way…” he trails off, humming to himself.

When Chenle comes back, he’s got his boxers on and a towel in his hand. He turns you over, moving the cloth between your legs. You whine when it rubs against your sensitive bud, and Chenle whispers an apology to you.

“You should really take a bath or you’ll be sticky all night,” Chenle says as he wipes down your legs.

You shake your head.

Jaemin chuckles, a tiny smile gracing his face as he regards you. “Look how tired she is.”

 Chenle does his best to clean you up, and then he moves over you to give you a gentle kiss. You sigh in content, relishing in one of the rare moments of Chenle’s affection.

When it comes to after any given activity, Chenle always stays with you. He curls up in bed with you and kisses your face until both of you are ready to fall asleep.

Jaemin, on the other hand, is the opposite. At the beginning, it was your mutual understanding that one of you would leave.

Today, Jaemin watches as Chenle settles next to you, intrigued even more so when you curl into his chest and let out a deep breath. He decides he isn’t going to be the odd man out, so he joins.

The three of you sleep with limbs so tangled, you barely know who they belong to anymore.

[fantasyqueen502]

Officer O’Hara

Rated: PG

Word count: 950

Summery: Officer O'Hara hates spider-man, but doesn't know she's married to him.

“You're under arrest!” An officer barks, her gun raised and aimed at the luchador's skull, glaring at her. She steels her nerves, meeting the eyes that were concentrated on hog-tying an unconscious Lizard with its own tail. 

“I think the words you are looking for are 'thank you,'” the man says, speaking through a voice distorter. 

She maintains her distance. “Nueva York police department, you are under arrest for tampering, vigilantism, battery, bodily assault, and contaminating and jeopardizing numerous crime signs.” She lists. 

“I thought we had something, Officer L/N.” 

“And getting on my damn nerves. It's officer O'Hara now,” she corrects. 

“Is that against the law?” He quips. 

Gripping the walkie, pinned over her heart. “I need...” she managed only three syllables. And that's being generous before an electric hiss sliced the air, a force shoving her into a far wall. The wind knocked out of her two more zips, sound bright red webs pinning her hands to the brick. 

"Awww, we can't have our fun now that you're off the market.” He whines. 

“You're gonna pay for this. You hear me. There are consequences. You can’t continue evading the law---mmm.” Webbing glues her mouth shut.

“Till next time, officer O'hara,” he chirps. 

“Congratulations to the new beau.” He swings off. 

“You look like a chipmunk, mommy.” Gabriella observes. 

Her cheeks and lips are red and puffy. One hand holding an ice pack to her left cheek. 

“And you will be too if you don't finish your peas.” 

“I did.” She points at her empty plate with her fork. 

The mom lifts the plate, revealing a grouping of peas hidden under it. Using a butter knife, she slid them back into the plate, placing them before her. Gabriella pouts, slouching back in her seat, kicking her feet in a mild tantrum. “But I don't wanna!” She whales. “They’re yucky.” 

“Finish your dinner, and you'll get a slice of tres leche cake, Daddy made.'' She coos cleaning the dishes. Holding the ice pack with her shoulder. 

“With strawberries,” she mumbles.

“And raspberries,” she nods, smiling to herself, seeing the reflection in the window of Gabriella begrudgingly eating her peas. 

“I'm home!” Calls from the front door.

“Kitchen!” She returns.

“Ow.” She yelps as her husband sneaks a kiss on her cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking to get a good look at her face. “Did adhesive solvent help?” He asks. He had received a slurry of texts while at work about the situation. Trying the call only to be declined until she sent him a selfie of herself. Red webbing covered her from below her nose to her chin. 

“Yes, but my face is now burning from scrubbing it raw,” she groans. 

“I'm sorry, honey.” Placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Another reason to the list to keep myself restrained from wringing that thick neck.” She grits out

“Why do you not like Spider-Man, mommy?” She mumbles while taking a break from her peas. “He's so cool and saves people like you, mommy.” 

“That's right.” 

“No, honey.” 

The couple looks at each other. 

“He didn't go to school like mommy did, followed the rules, and not just swing around as I pleased and assault an officer. Me!” 

“But he's a good guy. He even wears your colors.” 

“Why are you defending him?” 

“I'm just playing devil's advocate.” He holds his hands up. 

“Finished!!!” Exclaimed the young girl. “Cake, now.” 

“Dinner’s in the microwave,” she sighs before leaving the kitchen.

Reading and rereading the same line from her tablet of a book she downloaded a while ago but never got the time to finish, thanks to life. 

Knock!!! Knock!!!

“We got ice cream for you, mommy.” 

Gabriella says, nudging the door with her hip. Big bowl in hand. Throwing the now useless melted ice pack to the side. To greet her daughter, taking the bowl as she focused on climbing into bed. Snuggling up close to her mom. 

"Thank you.” She coos kissing her cheek. “Got your slice of cake?” 

She nods. “Big slice.” 

“Did you brush your teeth?” She asks. From the smell of whipped cream and fruit, that was a no. 

Gabriella nods, hiding her mischevious grin. 

“Gabriella.” Calls from the doorway. 

“Uh-oh.” the young girl coos. 

“Busted.” the mother laughs. 

“Teeth and bed; I'll be there in a minute.” He instructs.

The tiny tot scampers out of bed past her dad. He pats her head as she makes her way to her bathroom. 

“I'm sorry,” she exhales through her nose. Eyes tired. 

“For what?” His voice is soft and gentle. Kissed her ears.

“I know how much Spiderman means to the city, seeing the looks on you and Gabby's faces when he’s on TV and the daily bugle.” She sighs, massaging the space between her brows. 

“I understand your feelings with the webslinger.” 

“The only feelings I have I can't say in fear of our five-year-old hearing and repeating.” 

He chuckles. She looks at her bowl of moose tracks topped with chocolate syrup and takes a heaping spoonful of cold goodness. Sighing as she closes her eyes and moans from the relief it brought to her lips. 

“Let me say all of the no-no words for you,” he offers. “Give him a piece of my mind.” 

“Really.” She chuckles. 

“Really,” he assures. “I’ll get him a stern talk on lowering the polymer strength in the adhesive in those weds.”

She laughs, but squeaks, holding her cheek, but laughs anyway through the pain. “I feel bad now,” she says through her breaks for breath. “I don’t want him to die from your science talk.” 

"Well, too bad for him,” he tuts. She leans in, giving his lips a peck. He smiles and licks his lips.

[russellsppttemplates]

One of the many models/influencers Lando knows is mean to yn once, so the girl is always a bit uncomfortable when said girl is hanging with the group. After Lando and yn get together he notices and asks her what happened.

You drank the rest of your drink before excusing yourself from dancing with Lando, telling him you needed to use the bathroom, making up the excuse so you could go and catch some air without having to worry him because he didn't need to.

The door to a small balcony that seemed empty was inviting enough as you sat in one of the chairs they had there. People were dancing in there too, and if you were honest, there were about three familiar faces there, and even the third one you counted left you unsure if you weren't mistaken about someone. The girl that joined them, however, was someone you recognised clearly.

You knew she had been rumoured to have had something with Lando before you met him, the numerous fanpages on social media only knowing as much as you did and a few rumours that eventually contradicted eachother in some way. By the looks of it, she was still somewhat present in his circle as Lando had told you the invite for that night was pretty exclusive and that he had met who else was attending.

The clinking of a pair of heels alerted you out of your state, "Hi, I don't believe I have introduced myself, I'm Louise", she extended her arm as she sat on the bench with you, "I'm Y/N, how's your night been?".

"You look so pretty, I saw it online when I was looking for mine. It's amazing what a piece of fabric can do when we don't feel our best!", she offered with a smirk. When she noticed you didn't react to her backhanded compliment, she carried on, much to the unamused expression you had on, "I saw you were here with Lando, Max told me he was bringing you. I've known Lando for a while, you know how these things work, or I guess you don't since we haven't met before", she chuckled, "Oh, there they come! In here guys!", she yelled as she waved.

As you turned to see whoever she was gesturing to, Lando's face was the first one you saw, feeling caught as he sent you a questioning look, "I didn't want to worry you, handsome, I just needed some air", you explained once he was close enough to you, kissing the top of your head, "you could've told me, baby I would've joined you", he offered.

"I've been keeping her company, don't worry", Louise chirped in as they engaged in conversation while you sipped the new drink Lando brought you.

The next time you met up, again on a night out, Lando noticed you were quiet as the group sat in the booth, "are you okay, baby? You just say the word and we'll go home if you don't want to be here", he said against your ear, kissing just below your earlobe, "I'm good, don't worry", you mumbled, only telling half the truth.

It didn't take him long. As oblivious as your boyfriend could be sometimes, it was clear Louise's presence did something to you so the discussion had to happen.

"She's just not the kindest. I can deal with her being there, but I'm not going to be fake friendly to her when she's obviously not friendly to me either", you explained.

"Baby, you should've told me, I could've put her in her place sooner!", Lando reasoned, "she shouldn't think for a minute that she can talk to you or anyone like that! And I will say this as many times as you need to believe me, I don't love her, I love you. No matter how many times she says things can change around, this between us", he gestured, "this is for life, baby".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[mvchmp]

Clark with a Street Racer Reader please 🙏🏼 I adore dork x delinquent trope

Clark Kent x Street Racer reader

| gender of reader isn't mentioned, 2 mentions of Y/n

- ending is kinda rushed bc ididnt know how to end it im sorry if reader wasnt delinquent enough 🙏

USE YOUR SEATBELTS PEOPLE

I had just finished dropping off my friend at her house after a long day of catching up. I had brought her to watch one of my races before ending the day. 

It was now around 8pm and since there were only a few cars on the road, I decided to drive around for a bit. 

Nights like these were happening often thanks to the safety that Superman assured. The alleys looked much safer now, and walking around in sidewalks seemed more peaceful than scary. 

Driving past the Daily Planet building wasn't all that unusual to me than it was when I had just moved to Metropolis. It's on a route I usually use to go to the races I secretly attend so I had pretty much gotten used to seeing it.

Tonight was one of those times I went that route. Though I'm already used to seeing it, I found it a habit to look over and at least glance at the building. 

Yet, this time, instead of the numerous workers checking out of the premises, one man stood there. Clark Kent. The big guy with the cute glasses. 

We had met a few times, occasionally in the elevator where he'd sometimes press the buttons too hard. Or in the hallways when he's bringing groceries inside their apartment. We'd throw some greetings like "Hello" and "Hey" in those small encounters, asking what's up sometimes.

Him and his friend Jimmy who lived with him had mentioned they were interning at the Daily Planet recently - which explained why we had been meeting more often in the morning. Though, normally Jimmy would be beside Clark. Every time they went to work, and every time they got back.

Tonight, he was alone, exiting the building. As a friend, though I don't think friends find each other that attractive, I slowed down my speed and halted in front of the guy.

"Hey, Clark! Where's Jimmy?" I ask as I roll down my window, revealing my face.  "Oh, he got sick so he had to go home early. Probably something he ate." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling a bit. 

"That sounds horrible. I hope he gets better soon, I'm not used to seeing you alone, you know?" I chuckle softly before continuing, "Were you about to head home? I am so maybe I can give you a ride?" I offered, keeping a hand on the steering wheel.

Surely enough, I was a bit nervous because of the thought that I'd have to drive home alone feeling rejected by my handsome, cute but hunky neighbor. But thankfully, he did not.

"Oh, sure! Thanks a lot, Y/n." He said with the same smile on his face which I absolutely adored. "Well, get in." I said, unlocking the doors for him.

I watched as he walked around the car to open the door of the passenger seat beside me and settle there. I tapped the steering wheel gently to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio while waiting for him to finish buckling his seatbelt.

"You should wear a seatbelt too, you know?" I heard his voice start beside me. "Well, there's no cops around this time of night. No one would catch me." I tell him in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, but for safety reasons. That's what seat belts were made for, right?" He said cautiously, as if trying to warn me. Though his obvious concern was adorable like him, I was stubborn enough to think that I was and will be completely fine without a seat belt considering the fact that I've raced a hundred or more times.

"Meh, I'll be fine. You hang on tight, though." I smiled at him, readjusting my posture. He mumbled a yeah, grinning softly and pushing his glasses back onto his nose properly.

I start driving through the streets, humming to the song that plays on the speakers. Looking at the side mirrors every now and then. There was a somewhat awkward air between us and knowing myself, if it got awkward enough I'd start bouncing my leg up and down which would result to obviously a car accident.

Now, I'm not risking it so I tried to bring up some small talk. "So.. How's working at the Daily Planet? I bet you and Jimmy are already cooking up those stories" I blurted.

"Ah, no, not really. Actually, me and another intern there worked on a piece about Superman but sadly, the 'professional' writers got credit for it." He heaved out a sigh and shook his head, looking out the window.

"I'm sorry that happened. You guys worked so hard for it just for other people to get credited for your efforts? That's ridiculous if you're gonna ask me." I said, supporting what he must feel right now. I heard him mumble a small 'yeah' and couldn'ilt make out the other words he said.

Reaching a pretty quiet and calm road, I decided to give into my temptations a little bit and speed up for a bit of thrill. For me, it wasn't all that bad given that I had driven a lot faster than this but, Clark on the other hand, seemed the opposite. 

I laughed slightly at him saying, "Chill down, Clark. I got you, no need to be so scared." noticing he had clutched onto the seat belt and somewhere else on the car which I didn't pay much mind to. 

"Why are you going so fast?! That's dangerous! This is dangerous!" He exclaimed, receiving another laugh from me before I slowed down again, resting him from an almost heart attack. 

I chuckled a bit more before responding, "I find it fun, driving as if I'm in a Fast & Furious movie." 

"Yeah, but it's not so fun when you're not safe." He snapped back at me. I smiled at him "Okay, I'm sorry, Clark. I'll be careful." I told him. Oh, this man was beautiful. He seems like such a dork and I just love that about him. I wonder how he'd react if he found out I race cars practically as a job.

A few minutes of small talk, we finally arrived at our apartment building. I parked my car in the parking lot underground which was designated for us residents. "Here we are." I announced to him. "Yeah, thanks for the ride. I just saved myself more time rather than waiting and looking for a cab. Really, thank you so much." He said

"Anytime, I mean, it's the least I can do to help my neighbor." I smiled sweetly at him before opening the door of my car and getting out.

As he stepped out too and closed my door, I locked it with the keys. I looked at him and to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I noticed a tint of pink shade on his face as our eyes locked.

"Let's go" I said, smiling a bit at him. 

Exiting the elevator and walking through the hallway, we finally arrived at the doors of our apartments. I faced him and bid my goodbyes, "Goodnight, Clark. Send my wishes to Jimmy." I told him and turned around to push my keys into the doorknob.

I heard him call me right before I opened the door. "Yes?" I asked him. "Thank you again for the ride. I didn't mean to bother you and- stuff. If ever you're up to it, and only if you are, would you like to grab some food sometime? Just to pay back for what you did for me today." He again rubbed his nape, avoiding my gaze and the same pink on his face.

I found it cute and why would I turn down a possible date with my hot-and-adorable-at-the-same-time neighbor? "Not that you're obliged to pay me back, and believe me it wasn't a favor you have to pay back for, but I would love to grab some food with you, sometime." I said, feeling my own cheeks heat up.

"Great, that's great. Um, yes, goodnight Y/n. Have a wonderful night!" He said, entering his own apartment. 

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Confessions

Poe Dameron x gn!reader

A/N: I'm not dead y'all, I was just inactive on tumblr. :)

Summary: At a party in the Resistance base, Poe had more drinks than planned and soon, in his drunk state, confessed his feelings towards you.

Warnings: None.

The recent victory over the First Order was the reason for the Resistance to throw a party at a remote planet.

You just stepped out of the Corvette, already hearing the loud music in the distance, so you made your way to it.

On your way you walked past some already passed out or nearly passed out Resistance members who were seemingly enjoying themselfes a bit too much.

Upon entering the big cantina, the place was filled with people, some playing dejarik, some passed out on tables or simply enjoying their drinks without paying attention to their surroundings. You spotted Finn with C-3PO sitting at a table in a rather quiet corner and made your way towards them, since you had no plan what else you can do other than drink your brains out.

"Hey guys, enjoying the party?" You greeted the two with a warm smile. Finn and 3PO looked at you, Finn giving you a smile in return, "Yeah, well, the drinks are good, can't complain." he shrugged.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" C-3PO chimed in as you sat down infront of the two.

"Gotta say I was expecting everyone here but not you, 3PO." You chuckled.

"3PO was lonely, so I decided to bring him with me." Finn nudged the Golden Droid's shoulder.

"I was not lonely, I was waiting for R2." 3PO defended himself, almost acting offended, making you suppress the smile threatening to form on your lips.

"He's lying." Finn grinned.

"Alright guys, before things get steamy, I'll get myself a drink." You got up and made your way to the bartender, ordering yourself a drink.

Minutes later you were back at Finn and C-3PO, "Damn, took you long enough for one drink." Finn chuckled, sipping on his drink.

"Pff, make your way through all those people and then we can talk." you sat down and took a sip from the drink. "So, where is the rest of the team?" You asked curiously.

"R2 is...somewhere...Poe must be enjoying his, uh, time and BB-8 is most probably near him, Chewie is most likely inside the Falcon and playing dejarik with others." Finn shrugged, making you laugh, "Wow, that's nice to hear."

After minutes of enjoying your drinks, Finn cleared his throat, "Hey wanna go see Chewie and maybe play some with him?" he suggested.

"Sure, let's go." you nodded and following Finn out of the cantina, heading towards Chewbacca in the Millenium Falcon. But halfway in, you heard a beeping and something nudged Finn's leg, making you both look down to see BB-8 there

"Hey bud, what's up everything alright?" Finn knelt down and patting the droid's head. BB-8 beeped, you couldn't understand him, so you asked Finn what he said, "What did he say?"

"Well, our flyboy Poe needs a place to sleep, oh and I have to come get him. Wanna help me carry him?" He chuckled.

BB-8 started leading the way to where Poe is, the droid lead you through a setlement more away from the actual party, more deeper into the planet's forest area.

"Damn, judging how far away we are from the party...this looks like exactly the place you'd expect a Poe Dameron to be...whatever he was doing here." you mumbled while Finn laughed, "That's our Poe."

The sticks and leafs crunched with every step you took, but eventually you came across a table with some chairs around, and Poe sitting on one of them, with his arms and face on the flat surface beside the numerous empty glasses.

"There he is, you had a pretty wild time, yeah?" Finn went beside Poe, while he looked up and to Finn, "Yeah, had some company."

Finn's hands went under Poe's arms, helping him stand up.

"Pretty wild company if you ask me." You remarked. Poe looked at you as he wrapped his arm around Finn's shoulders for balance

"Oh hi there. Are you enjoying yourself?" Poe grinned.

"Yup. And you too right?" You decided to help Finn and went to the other side of Poe, he instantly wrapped his other arm around your shoulders aswell, "Mh-mm. But now with you two it got even better." Poe chuckled, squeezing Finn and you, making you stumble into him while walking, "Don't trip, we don't want your pretty face getting all dirty."

Finn laughed, "He's done, let's get him into the Falcon where he can sleep."

While Finn and you walked Poe towards the Falcon, BB-8 zipped past you, rolling up the ramp leading into it. "Oh no, don't tell me you want to fly." Poe slured.

"No buddy, we want you to rest." Finn chuckled as the three of you went inside the Falcon. Inside the Falcon, you saw Chewie playing dejarik with some Resistance members, not minding the drunk Poe.

Finn lead you to a small spare room with a bed and set Poe down, laying him to the side and placing his head on the pillow. "Alright, we better let him sleep now, his head might hurt like he wrestled with a Rancor tomorrow but atleast he's safe." Finn turned and was about to leave when he decided to stop and turn back to you, "Thanks for helping me with him, he is heavier than he looks." Finn teased, making Poe open his eyes and point a finger at him, "Hey, it's all muscles, don't forget that, Finn."

Finn laughed, "But try not to make a mess or Chewie will get angry. The last thing you want is a Wookie being angry at you." Finn nodded at you and then made his way out of the Falcon. You were about too but just as you stepped out, Poe spoke up "Hey, hey, please stay with me. Please." You turned around, seeing Poe looking at you with a pouty face. You couldn't say no to his brown puppy eyes and the almost comically pout on his face, so you walked over to him, stopping infront of the bed, "Need something?" you asked.

"C'mere." Poe murmured, reaching out grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you towards him. You were surprised that given his drunk state he was somewhat still good in control of his actions. Poe sat up and made you sit in his lap, "I like you, you know that right?"

"You like me?" Your body suddenly began to heat up, you knew Poe can be bold if he wanted to, but now that he's drunk he's kinda even more bold than he already is.

"Yeah I like you. Remember when you fixed my arm when we were on that one Mission on Tatooine? The medic back at the base said if you didn't fixed my arm up it ended up even worse." Poe chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and leaning his chin on your shoulder.

You remembered the mission, it was a small recon mission on Tatooine. You, Poe and two others had to make out the layout of a local First Order base, but while at it, some pirates attacked your group and Poe got stabbed in his arm. You cleaned and wrapped a bandage around the wound until Poe visited the medic.

"Poe you're drunk." You joked.

"Yeah, and you know drunk people always tell the truth, and it is the truth, honey." Poe gave you a peck on your cheek, surprising you.

"Listen, I don't wanna be alone in here, in this cold, lonely room. Wanna stay and keep me company? I promise I'll be good." He nuzzled your neck.

"You sure you want me to stay?" you asked, feeling him grin against your skin, "Yup, I want you to stay. Let's get sober together and once we feel better we can talk about what happened, sound good?"

"Alright, you won. I'll stay with you." You chuckled.

Poe then laid down, pulling you with him, spooning you from behind, making sure you stay warm.

"Poe, you're like a big baby when you're drunk." you nudged him, making him smile.

"I'll show you 'big baby' when we get sober again." Poe gently bit your shoulder then buried his face into your neck, almost falling asleep instantly.

You follwed him, closing your eyes and slowly falling asleep to the soft snores of a drunk Poe Dameron.

[chaotictarlos]

Thinking about this scene:

I see so much of myself in TK at this moment it's not even funny.

TK sitting here, stewing in his thoughts, doom scrolling through some sort of social media. He doesn't outwardly look like anything's wrong, he could just be tired, or anything else so Carlos doesn't immediately pick up on it.

It's obvious that their conversation is one that they've had many times because Carlos doesn't immediately pick up on any of TK's answers being off until TK says "maybe this marriage is a bad idea."

And it makes Carlos stop. He looks up, takes a moment to process what TK said.

Side note to say Carlos looks highly adorable in this picture.

Carlos is standing there, looking at numerous menus trying to decide what to get and when he says "Surprise me", he's definitely not expecting TK to talk about their pending marriage. And we see Carlos pause, take a moment, mumble "okay, that surprised me" and process what TK said.

I love how Carlos doesn't get upset. He recognizes that TK doesn't truly mean what he's just said, that there's some underlying reason why TK has thrown out that maybe they shouldn't get married. Carlos knows how much TK wants to marry him. He knows how much TK loves him.

And, honestly, I think this shows a moment of growth for Carlos. Because the Carlos who was passive aggressive and petty in the season 3 dinner episode, I think would have jumped to the wrong conclusion without much thought. Like:

This Carlos, the Carlos who said "I'm just trying to figure out my place", would have internalized what TK said, wouldn't have tried to talk about it, and would have considered it the other shoe dropping and TK realizing that Carlos isn't actually the one for him.

Instead, though, he sets the menus down and goes over to TK to talk about the comment that he made.

And that just shows so much of their growth as a couple. When Carlos comes over to ask TK what's wrong, TK doesn't run. He doesn't shrug it off. He talks.

Carlos sits down with him and they talk, they actually talk. It's such a beautiful scene. One that needed to happen and I'm just so glad that we got to see it. I'm glad that we got to see them talk it out. It just shows so much growth in who they are. It shows how they talk together when they need to have serious conversations. It shows a vulnerable side of Carlos that we truly not have seen much of. We see more into TK's brain.

And we see them supporting each other. It's just, it's a really beautiful scene and I think that it's so very much well done.

Ronen and Rafael are incredible actors and we're very blessed to know them.

[valentinedaughtler]

Tainted Opal (Part 2)

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Part 1

2 - Hand-stitched Crimson Roses

T/Ws: violence, romantic feelings, blood, mild spice scenes sometimes, fem!reader and she/her pronouns, sexual abuse/trauma (not explicit)

Synopsis: You meet up with Kaz for a meeting on the down-low at the Crow Club, but your vulnerability slips.

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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As I reached the alleyway from earlier that night, my eyes fell upon a figure. They seemed to materialize from nothing.

"Hello," I greeted her with a small smile, my eyes sultry and enticing. I made note of her features, making it easier to notice her in the future. Her eyes were dark, with flecks of deep brown, like shards of tinted glass. A deep blue cloth wrapped around her head and face, but her sleek, black hair poured down her back. Her caramel skin glinted in the moonlight, but the light reflected more off of her numerous knives that were pocketed in her clothes.

"I assumed Brekker would not come himself, smart move," I added while the woman stared at me. "I have the money, darling." With a few swipes of my hands my dress's many layers warped into a large purse, strapped to my belted waist.

"You're a tailor," the woman whispered, her gaze as piercing as her knives. I handed her the embroidered purse. Mouse skeletons and crimson roses were stitched onto the fabric.

As I began to alter my dress once more, the girl vanished. I looked up in surprise, but it was quickly replaced by appreciation. I always admire a woman of her craft. My eyes dropped to the dirty stone path under me, a paper lay where the girl had stood. My joints cracked as I kneeled down to grab the note.

The Crow Club; 2 a.m. sharp

"Well, these meeting sure are getting tiresome," I mumble, making my way back to my estate. I knew I'd need to pack, assuming my deal is accepted.

I make it to the front steps of my home where large, ornate doors greet me. I've made a name for myself, it's hard to believe that three years ago I was-

"Well, a little lady is here....all alone, missy?" My thoughts are cut off by the slurred speech of a middle-aged man. He stumbles over to me, reeking of alcohol and grease. I narrow my eyes, frustrated. Saints damn it all. My eyes become inviting, my smile sweetening the deal, I look so innocent. I look my age now.

"Oh? Well I guess I am all alone," I add in an extra laugh to really tie the act together. I saunter a bit closer to the drunken man, picking up my dress to reveal my ankles. Though I really just don't want this skirt to get wet from rain-soaked pathways. Men like this will believe anything if you play the part. I get to keep some morality, even if I live in a place like Ketterdam, so I play the age old card, "Though, sir, I am only seventeen, so I should get going-"

"Little missy, that's even better, I like my women young... and unused," his grin shows his disgusting teeth, while his hands reach out to grab my wrist. I've given up trying to reason with men like this. Attempting to give them a second chance. I unsheathe my floral umbrella from my dress, as it's a gown full of surprises, and use the sharp prod to stab the man in the upper arm. My soft expression is still plastered on my face as I smack his upside the head with it.

"You bitch," he wails as blood blots his shirt sleeve. He stumbles away quickly, cursing out my existence whist doing so.

I unlocked my front door and opened with with both hands. Antique decor was scattered in an organized manner throughout the house; books spilled out of shelves, and house plants coiled around anything the could grab ahold of.

Time to get packing.

✵ ♣ ✵

The Crow Club was loud, the stretch of liquor wafted through the air, and jukebox music mixed in with the booming voices coming from all sides.

I noticed a pair of eyes on me, belonging to a young man with dark skin and buzzed hair. Two pistols were pocketed on either side of his waist and a smirk played on his lips when I looked at him. Another man to stab with an umbrella... at least he seems to be my age. I was pretty exhausted and not in the mood for this.

He made his way towards me, and his smile grew larger when he was in speaking distance from me.

"You must be Miss l/n," his voice is springy, a sense of humor bubbling in it. My left eyebrow cocks as he says this, though I guess everyone in Ketterdam knows everyone in Ketterdam. The voices carry.

"Guilty as charged," I joke with a smirk, maintaining composure. "And you are...?"

"Jesper Fahey, one million kruge was counted, so Kaz has decided to agree to your deal," he explains. "If you follow me, I will bring you to his office." Jesper turns and begins to walk towards a hall in the back of the bar.

I follow behind him but grip the weapons stashed in the layers of my dress. We walk up a stairwell towards a wooden door. Jesper knocks and enters without waiting for a response.

The room before us is a dimly lit office, a large, open window blows in cool, night air. There is a bookcase and a shelf of rum in the right corner, behind them is peeled wallpaper, which reveals knotted wood paneling. My gaze glazes past the bags of cash haphazardly spread across the floor to  Kaz, at his makeshift desk. It seems to be a door sat atop wooden crates.

The scar-faced boy looks up from his papers, he gestures for me to come sit in the chair across from his desk, while Jesper leans against the entrance door.

"Have you accepted my deal, or was Jesper just getting my hopes up?" I ask with soft curiosity in my voice. He leans against his desk, clasping his gloved hands.

"You're known for your deception, Mrs. l/n, how can we trust you?" Kaz's voice makes me shiver, but I like the feeling it brings afterwards. I'm not sure how much information I should give up to him, but my desperation clouds my better judgement.

"That's all I have left," I blurt out. I nod at the purse overflowing with kruge on the desk, "that's the rest of my money in my bank account, and my secret stash. My well-being is on the line for this deal." I wonder if I look slightly manic; if I resemble the panic I feel. Kaz eyes me, most likely analyzing my face with a blank expression. He turns to the open window, where the girl from before separates herself from the shadows. "Inej, go to Ketterdam's bank and see if her story checks out," He instructs. As soon as the girl—Inej, -was there, she was gone again, a part of the night.

After a while of silence in the dreary office, Inej returned. She gracefully hopped down from the windowsill and whispered to Kaz. He shifted his gaze to me, nodding.

"You said you have a boat?" He asked, my eyes fixated on his scarred lips as he articulated his question.

"Yes, I just need a crew," as I said such he looked confused.

"Are you implying you will be accompanying us on the heist?"

"I will. Do you have a crew?"

Kaz thought for a moment. He nodded.

"We have a skilled spy of sorts, a gunslinger, an explosions... expert, a heartrender and a former Fjerdian Drüskelle." He lists the crew members, not breaking eye contact.

"And a tailor," I hear Inej add. I nod at her comment and smile.

"We leave tomorrow morning at Sunrise," with that Kaz gets up, gesturing for Inej and Jesper to leave.

As they slip out of the room from various entry points, kaz makes his way over to a map tacked to the wall, his cane tapping against the floorboards. I follow him and watch as he draws two black dots, one over Ketterdam, the other on the Little Palace of Ravka. He turned to me, parting his lips to speak,

"Ever charted a map before?"

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Word Count: 1385

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Prepare yourself for the hell of a heist,

-Valentine

[beingawriteriskillingme]

Just a regular day {Shinichiro Sano}

Pairings: Shinichiro Sano x reader

Warnings: reader has mild anxiety, MANGA SPOILERS,

A/n: if someone can explain Izana's family tree to me...like Tokyo Revengers is one of my comfort manga and I've read it like at least three times yet I still don't understand that part.

"Shin, wake up." You shook your boyfriend's shoulders. 

"Just five more minutes. Emma will come to wake us up, angel." A sigh escaped your lips, he would always depend on his younger sister whenever he wanted to wake up.

"Emma came in 15 minutes ago." You lied. Shinichiro slowly sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes before quickly fixing his bed hair. He let out a yawn and turned to face you: technically half naked (only wearing one of his shirts and your underwear). "Good morning." 

"Good morning." He patted your head. "How did you sleep?"  

"It was nice, you?" 

"Good if you rule out the fact that you woke me up one hour earlier than usual." 

For a brief second you felt uncomfortable. You didn't know how on earth Shinichiro had figured out you were lying but he had. You hadn't been dating each other for long so you had no idea how he was going to react.

"I'm sorry, I was nervous and-"

"I didn't say I was angry." Shinichiro leaned backwards, pressing his back against the headboard. He grabbed you by the hips, urging you to sit on his lap. Almost out of instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "More time with you."

You laughed and at that moment Shinichiro felt like his heart was ready to explode. "We're literally inseparable. And we've only been dating for 2 days now?" 

"So what?" He kissed your cheek. "I hope you like this because I can't really hold back anymore..." There was a small pause in which you placed your head on the crook of Shinichiro's neck. "About the job interview...do you want me to wait outside? I can open the shop later, there is no problem." 

You threw your head back in frustration. Despite it being the reason you had barely slept and had woken your boyfriend up early, you had forgotten about your job interview.

Shinichiro and you had searched through all of his grandpa's newspapers trying to find a decent job for you and after three hours you came across a pretty good one.

"No, no, I can handle this myself." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

"Just...like...when you're done come over the shop, just to make sure you're okay and that everything went well. It's a nasty world we're living in." 

"You worry too much." 

You flashed your boyfriend a smile before getting out of bed and picking your clothes from inside the closet. Shinichiro laid back on the bed, admiring your body. When he realised that his bladder wanted to be relieved, he went to the bathroom. You, on the other hand, proceeded to get dressed. 

“What?” You asked him. He was leaning against the door frame, looking at you fixing your shirt. 

“Nothing.” He smiled.  

  Once you were done, you neatly folded Shinichiro’s clothes and placed them at the edge of his bed.

A few moments later Emma knocked on the door to inform you that breakfast was ready. But as soon as she opened the door to you and Shinichiro already put of bed and already dressed, her eyes widened in surprise. She didn't know about you, but her older brother was usually asleep at such an early time. 

Emma laughed it off and after mumbling a quiet good morning, she ran all the way to Mikey's room to inform him about the strange incident she had come across.

  Even though you and the oldest Sano sibling started dating two days ago, your presence in the house during the mornings was not unusual. However, unlike today, you were usually accompanied by Wakasa and/or Akashi.

As per usual, Shinichiro was trying to separate Mikey from his blanket, their grandpa was reading his morning newspaper and you and Emma were talking about clothes shops in the local mall.

And after numerous complains from both Emma and Shinichiro, Mikey 'offered' to wash the dishes so you and his older brother could head off to work.

  One hour later, you and Shinichiro were standing outside the music equipment shop. It wasn't far from his shop, a ten minutes walk at best, something that helped with calming him down. He took a quick look inside through the glass door, noting that there was only one employee in there. You didn't know why, but Shinichiro seemed to be more anxious than you, maybe because he used to be in a gang and should always be cautious? You had no idea.

“I’m going in.” You took a deep breath and turned around to go into the store but Shinichiro grabbed your wrist. 

“Good luck.” He said before planting a kiss on your lips and patting your head. He fixed your hair with his right hand with his left hand still holding onto your wrist. “I love you, angel.” You blushed at the cute nickname. 

“I love you too.” You shyly replied and gave him a quick hug before walking into the shop.  

  Thankfully, everything went well and after an almost two hours interview, you were to start work tomorrow morning. It appeared that you weren't the only employee there and there was still one more person working at the shop but he was a student and couldn’t work in the mornings for obvious reasons.  

“Oh my god, you’re finally here.” Shinichiro immediately stood up as soon as you walked in his store. No customers had arrived yet so he was fixing his own motorcycle with his work uniform stained with what appeared to be mud and dirt. “How did it go?”

“I got the job! I’ll be starting tomorrow morning!” You said excitedly. 

  Shinichiro made a move to hug you but immediately realised that the dirt would be rubbed on your clothes so he just wiped the dirt off his hands on his uniform and patted your head. He searched for his pack of cigarettes inside the pockets of his uniform and when he found it he lit up one cigarette and motioned you to sit down on the chair of the cashier as he leaned on the counter. 

“We need to celebrate this.”

“No.” Shinichiro didn't turn to face you but the question on his face was evident. “I’ll be going home now to maybe write some lyrics or music.” Oh, how he loved your songs... “I still need to tell my parents about my new job.” You looked up at your boyfriend while asking him with hand gestures if he wanted to sit on the chair. 

“Stay where you are, angel.” Shinichiro smiled at you.

It felt like a lunch to the gut. It wasn't like he didn't like your parents, he did but he knew that after you telling them that you didn't want to go to university, the pressure on finding a job was getting worse.

“Izana will pass by here at 6 so you can come at 5:30 if you want. I was planning on taking you both somewhere to eat or have fun but it appears I will be working until late today so we will have to stay here.” He took a sip from his cigarette in an effort to change the subject. What you would say to your parents was not his business.

By the time you kissed Shinichiro goodbye it was around 3 pm so your parents would most probably be home. As soon as you arrived at your place, you took a deep breath and called your mother to inform her about today.  

Not going to university to pursue a career in song writing had caused a few arguements back at home. You knew that your parents only wanted the best for you but sometimes you wished they were a bit more supportive.

“You did? How much money will they be paying you?” Your mother asked you. She was in the kitchen, cooking. Your father hadn't returned yet.

  She sounded angry but you soon found out that something had happened at work. You answered all of her questions and ran back to your room after telling her that you would be going out later that evening.  

  Inspiration never came. You ended up falling asleep, too tired to do anything. This time you had set an alarm though. But apparently sleep also never came. For three and a half hours, you had been lying on the bed with your eyes closed, unable to fall asleep and relax.

  You had gotten out of bed by the time your dad returned home from work. Your mother had told him about you finding a job and despite his obvious exhaustion, his face lit up when he heard the news.

You got ready and headed towards the centre of Shibuya on foot. It was just a twenty minute walk from where you were staying but since you had your headphones and iPod, you didn’t mind. Besides, it would be the first time you would meet Izana, Shinichiro's...brother. You had no idea what the relationship between them was mostly because during your boyfriend's monologue about his younger step brother, you were half asleep.

“Hey.” You walked into Shinichiro's store and leaned against the door in a desperate attempt to catch your breath. You had been running for at least the past five minutes, thinking that you were running late.  

  Shinichiro was fixing what at first sight was his motorcycle but it turned out to be a client’s. He lifted his head and smiled, tiredness could easily be seen on his face and from his smile you understood immediately that he needed a break. If you had paid enough attention to your best friend whenever he would fix his motorcycle you would know how to help. 

“Are you in for a break?” You kneeled down next to him without your knees touching the floor. He nodded before throwing his head back, letting out a long sigh. Immediately he reached to his pocket for his cigarettes.

  Even though you protested, you ended up sitting on the small stool Shinichiro was previously sitting on, with him sitting on the floor. None of you spoke except Shinichiro who ordered food from a sushi restaurant nearby and while waiting for Izana who came not too long after you did, you enjoyed each other's presence in silence.

   Izana obviously looked nothing like Shinichiro but he and Emma had quite a few similarities. During your time alone, Shinichiro had told you that Izana was half Filipino and had been sent by his step mother to something like a boarding school during the same time Emma joined the Sano family. The boy had short white hair styled exactly like Shinichiro and his eyes were purple.

  At first Izana was a bit hesitant to actually let his guard down around you but after a while he finally started feeling more comfortable. Especially after seeing how much his role model trusted you and loved you. You were the same though during what it seemed to be the first hour or so, so you didn't blame him. 

  He was nothing like Mikey or Emma. Besides him being older than them by 3 years, he was more reserved, unwilling to show his real emotions and somewhat straightforward. Izana respected Shinichiro so much. He idolised him basically and you found that to be the sweetest thing ever.  

"Hop on." 

"You can't possibly be serious." your eyes widened when Shinichiro patted on the space in front of him.

Izana had come to the shop on foot and the facility he was staying at was too far for him to walk back at night. Like a good older brother, Shinichiro had offered to take him home with his motorcycle. At the same time though, he wanted to take you home which was the main reason that your boyfriend ended up sitting between you and Izana on the motorcycle's seat. 

"I am pretty sure this is illegal." 

"It is." Izana confirmed your suspicions. 

"No one is going to see us angel, don't worry." Shinichiro kissed your cheek.

  Needless to say that during the whole ride from the shop to Izana's house you were terrified for your life while the two boys were more or less enjoying theirs. 

"Goodnight!" Izana waved and entered the house he was living in.

  Shinichiro readjusted himself on the seat and with his right hand readjusted the way you were sitting as well by gently pushing your body towards his. 

"Did you have fun? I'm sorry next time I'll take you both somewhere else." 

"It's fine, I really liked it." 

  On the first red light you encountered on your way back Shinichiro lit up a cigarette. 

"Can you stay over?" He asked as he blew the smoke on his left so it wouldn't get on your face. 

  For once, you wanted him to sleep over at your place but then you remembered that he had to return home to take care of his siblings. Somehow the thought of your parents being present never crossed your mind. 

"You want me to stay over?" 

"Yes. I'll drive you to work in the morning, I'll come and pick you up when your shift ends so we can eat together and then we'll go back to my place and you'll sleep over again and again until you basically move in." 

"So you want me to move in?"

"Yes." He threw his cigarette on a nearby bin as you were passing past it. "I have it all planned out." 

"Oh...I'm listening." You got off the motorcycle when he parked it outside of a shrine nearby.

"Okay so we move in together and a few weeks later I propose, how does that sound?" 

"Spoiling the fact that you were planning on proposing huh..." 

  Making this stupid comment was the only way you could actually deal with the heat on your cheeks caused by what Shinichiro had said. You knew his eyes were on you as he was leaning against the wall but you weren't looking at him. 

"Just thought you should know." He chuckled as he continued. "It was Emma's idea and who am I to say no? Plus, it would be a lie to say that I had never thought about marriage these days." 

"You're weird." You giggled. Shinichiro didn't reply, he pulled you in for a hug instead before kissing the top of your head. You stayed like this for a while until you decided to break that peaceful moment.  "Here's what we'll do. You'll take me to my house for today." He pouted. "I will lie to my parents about finding a place to stay and I will move my things over to your house." His grip around your waist tightened at the sound of that as if he wanted to remind you that he was there.  

"Sounds good." He said after giving it some thought. "Can I come and pick you up tomorrow from work though?" 

"Yeah, sure." You sighed and stood up. 

  You got on the motorbike and waited for Shinichiro so you could leave since it was pretty late. A minute later he stood up, a loud groan that came from his tiredness, escaped from his lips. He stopped and looked at you with a smile on his lips, a tired one. 

  As he was about to get on the motorcycle you grabbed him by the silver chain that was hanging loosely from his neck and kissed him. His smile only widened. With great difficulty you broke off and Shinichiro drove you to your house.

"Do you have any idea of what you're doing and how you're making me feel?" He laughed when you jumped on him for a hug. 

"Maybe." You took a deep breath. "You can sleep here if you want to. But you must wake up early." 

"How early?" He scratched the back of his head. His left hand was on your lower back while his right hand was on your ass for support, your hands around his neck. 

"Like...at 6? And you will have to be quiet so they won’t wake up." 

"Double fuck." He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. "It's worth it though." Shinichiro let you down. "Lead the way, angel." 

A/n: level of cringing 10000000000/10, I'm sorry anyways let's talk about how Shinichiro would definitely call his partner angel

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Protective Measures - Part 2 (Howzer x GN!Reader)

Summary: After an assassination attempt, you and Howzer face your feelings for each other before you must inevitably part ways.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: Minor details of injury. Bit of angst. Very suggestive content so there is a huge 18+ and an MDNI on this one. Just to clarify, the assassination attempt is not on Reader or Howzer.

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Two laughter-filled peals broke the stillness of the corridor and mirthful tones decorated the otherwise dull hush. 

“Truly,” you exhaled between chuckles, your shoulders settling from their amused judders. “It was the most bizarre exchange I have ever seen, but somehow, it worked. Both sides were satisfied with the trade and an alliance was formed.” 

Howzer’s teal pauldron swayed as he let out another muffled snicker. The few politicians and officers you both passed spared you disapproving glances, but he didn’t care. He would withstand every chiding stare, every scoff and derision, just to hear you laugh again. “If anybody else had told me that story, I may not have believed them,” he admitted. 

“Sometimes, I wonder whether I believe it myself, but it’s all there in the reports. Down to the finest detail.” 

Your cheeks ached from the uncontrollable laughter, and a soreness overtook your sides, but never had you experienced such a profound sense of ease. In Howzer’s company, relaxation came naturally, and you had spent numerous nights talking into the small hours. It saddened you to think that the moment the negotiations concluded, you would be shipped back to Coruscant, uncertain if your path would bring you and the charming captain together again. 

“Senator?” 

A faint jolt shivered through your chest as his voice returned you from your musing. “Sorry, did you say something?” 

“No. You seemed a bit preoccupied.” 

“I was just mulling over the discussions,” you fibbed, disguising your true thoughts as you neared the council chamber. “A lot is riding on today.” 

“You are stronger than you realise,” Howzer assured you.

“While I appreciate the sentiment, if I leave that hall with anything half-decent, it will be a miracle.” By the heavy double doors, you hesitated, thumbs kneading at your palms. You had never been this nervous about a meeting before, but this one was imperative. A single blunder, a mere slip, and all the progress you made with the other senators would topple before you could catch the falling pieces. 

“Wish me luck,” you said, hoping for a distraction to postpone the conference, even if just for a couple of hours.  

“Having witnessed the previous meetings,” Howzer replied, “I am positive you don’t need my luck. You’ll hold your own perfectly fine.” 

His certainty ignited a flicker of confidence within you and quelled some of the anxiety. “Spoil sport,” you mumbled, playfully jabbing his arm and relishing the half-smile that illuminated his face at your antics. 

“You ready?” he asked. His grip tightened on the rounded handles of the doors as he glanced back at you. 

For a brief second, his eyes softened, whispering that you would be okay, that no matter what happened, your courage had not been in vain. You briefly met his encouraging gaze and smoothed your attire. Chin up, you nodded. “As I’ll ever be.” 

* * *

Unlike the last meetings, the senators around the table remained in their seats, lacing their carefully crafted remarks with poison before they spat them out but keeping the volume to an appropriate level. Your words flowed smoothly and serenely as you expressed your ideas, responding to any queries and incorporating wise suggestions. 

Time lulled you into a sense of triumph. The advocate of the negotiations diligently removed any insults from the conversation and seasoned ego gave way to compromise. It hadn’t been a simple task, but you and a few other reasonable senators had found a solution to overcome the stubbornness of a select few and achieve your desired outcome: a successful conclusion to the discussions which would provide a stable future for all. 

“If these deals are signed today,” Senator Kel sighed, “I expect everything to be upheld within the thirty rotations promised. If they are not, all arrangements will be suspended.”

“That is a fair proposal,” the advocate said. Her golden scrutiny swept the gathering, scanning for any traces of disagreement, but the room motioned their approval. “Fantastic. Now, there is the matter of trade routes and supply points. How would we like to solve that?”

Several senators presented solutions, and ideas quickly circulated. While a few disputes arose, they were sternly put to rest and suitable options agreed upon.  

You could hardly believe it. You had convinced yourself that this meeting would be an utter disaster, with the fear that the inability to agree on these crucial matters would provoke the intervention of outside parties. But you were delighted that your anxieties had proven false. 

Shifting in your seat, your attention landed on Howzer, and a smile of relief broke across your face. With a gentle bow of his head, he returned the gesture as though to say ‘I told you it would be fine’. 

“Senator Kel, that simply would not work for the majority here,” the Lothal representative asserted. “I cannot agree to that.” 

“That is what I’m offering,” Kel replied firmly. “Your quickest route would take you into my airspace, and by the laws of my planet, a toll must be paid.” 

“Then our previous agreements will be cut.”

Just as Kel was about to sneer a remark, a bullet tore through his right shoulder and a spray of blood shot from the wound. Chaos exploded in seconds and as the injured senator tumbled, so did you.  

Your chair knocked from beneath you by Kel’s, your palms smacked onto the floor. Howzer closed in on you in a blur of motion and his protective arms held you close while you sought shelter behind the toppled, high-backed seat. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked in a frantic voice, scanning the rafters for a hint of danger, but his brothers were already climbing up to apprehend the culprit. 

“No, no, I’m okay,” you assured him, your grip tight on his armour as he lifted you to your feet. 

His hand stayed rigidly clamped around yours as you both ran. Shots erupted in the hall behind you to mingle with the frantic footsteps of the other clones guiding their designated senators to safety.

With each turn, you became more aware of Howzer’s intended destination and matched his hurried pace, giving his fingers a reassuring squeeze to let him know you were still right beside him. 

Inside your apartment, he locked the doors and the windows and flung the curtains shut on the darkening evening outside. He meticulously combed every nook and cranny, his senses alert for any signs of hidden danger. Finding no threats, he returned to you in the open plan living room.  

“All clear,” he announced, holstering his gun. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes,” you replied. You hadn’t realised until that moment, but your body shuddered and your breaths came out in shallow flutters. Nothing that time wouldn’t settle.  

Your eyes locked onto his worried features as the comforting weight of his hands gently tilted your head to check for injuries, calloused thumbs caressing your jaw and the heavy rise and fall of his chest plate easing once he found no lasting harm. One hand over his and the other on his shoulder, you leaned your forehead on his. “I’m all right,” you whispered. “See. I’m right here.”

“I’m sorry.” Howzer’s voice emerged as a tired, creaking sigh. Broken. Shivering. A whole galaxy away from the captain who confidently made you laugh and shared stories about the war. He didn’t feel like the trained soldier he was supposed to be, but rather a panicked man, hopelessly grasping onto a love he knew he couldn’t have.

“I thought it was you,” he confessed, barely a touch upon the silence between you. “When your chair fell, I thought the shot had hit you.”

You hushed his fears with soothing touches and tender words of comfort. All the while he held you as though to anchor you both in that private moment. “Howzer,” you uttered like an intimate confession. His eyebrows knitted together, wrinkling his forehead, and the tip of his nose brushed your cheek. 

“Say the word and I am yours,” he breathed. Throughout his entire existence, he had been defined by his creators, told what he was, who he was. A clone. A replica. Nothing but a replaceable cog in the mighty machine that was the Republic.

But his love and loyalty for you was all his. Something he felt. Something real he could hold.  

Instead of speaking, you sealed the final few inches. His slightly dry lips beckoned you in with promise and warmth, and you surrendered to him without hesitation. 

Forbidden kisses passed between you, caresses roaming, bringing closer, nearer, pulling, teasing, until the need for breath parted you. You kept your fingers nestled in his midnight locks as your rib cage heaved, afraid to break the bliss by talking. 

With a nervous swallow, Howzer unclipped his chest plate and laid it down on the sofa. As you began helping him, his initially restricted movements blossomed into a newfound confidence, and in a whirlwind of teal and white, he stood before you in his under armour. 

“If at any point you want to stop, we stop,” he insisted, pausing inches from your lips. After receiving your explicit confirmation, he kissed you with an unbridled fervour and steered you to the bedroom.

While darkness drowned the city outside, you spent the night in a tangle of limbs and love, indulging in a slow exploration and drawing out every drop of pleasure. You bathed yourself in the devoted captain and submitted to the intoxicating fog of desire he lavished upon your body, until, perspiring and breathless, you found peace in each other’s embrace. 

* * *

The spaceport reverberated with chatter as officers hurried to escort the senators to the shuttle. Senator Kel silently climbed down from his private speeder onto the sanded stone, his injured arm supported by a sling and dark smudges circling his violet eyes. 

Walking side by side with Howzer, you wanted to slow your steps to savour those last minutes with the captain, but you drove yourself to keep pace. Sheltered within the shade of the craft waiting to take you to Coruscant, you fidgeted your thumbs. You racked your brain for a plausible excuse to prolong your visit, just for a few more days, but considering the situation, you doubted anything would convince the senate. 

“I should have known they’d call us straight back after what happened to Senator Kel,” you said. “I had hoped we’d be allowed to stay just a little longer.”

“As did I,” Howzer agreed, “but your safety is paramount.”

You could see the crestfallen ache in his eyes, swimming in the flecks of golden brown, and it took all your strength to swallow down the tears, if only to make the impending parting less painful for you both. “I will miss you, Captain Howzer,” you whispered, brushing your fingers over his for a fleeting second. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“It has been my honour, senator.” The captain’s hand shot up in a salute, and as he lowered it, he scanned his surroundings to confirm there were no prying eyes. “I wish I could kiss you, say goodbye properly.”

“That is something we can both look forward to when I next visit,” you told him. “With any luck, sometime soon.” This was not a goodbye, but a farewell for now, a promise you would see him again one day. At least that much, you were adamant on. 

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Chapter 9

I was finally healed enough to go downstairs and eat with the others. I had completely forgotten about Neda’s absence but now the empty chair was taunting. Decker was covering how Harding’s ability worked and wondering how he got it but I was listening only some bits.

   “He packed the energy to the grapes – – The grapes ripped the body from the inside – – He couldn’t be seen when he had concentrated all of the power to the grapes – – His power was sourced from memories.”

   Memories. He was mumbling about Avery and her remembering him. But Avery was alive. Or was she actually? She was totally different from what the papers and numerous interviews had pictured. How does Neda fit this picture? Did Neda kill Avery? No, Avery was– Could Neda have taken Avery’s body? She had some quirks in her voice last time we met. Neda wasn’t technically tied to any physical form, was she? Like Treacher doesn’t have a constant physical appearance. He had shown me once how he turned invisible for a second letting light pass him by not absorbing any light particles. He couldn’t do it for long, but it made my point clearer. 

  “Any clues on Avery?” I put a word in between the conversations. Silence fell to the room but I didn’t feel awkward. 

   “No? Could Neda and Avery be locked to the same body for some reason?” I questioned. I was so invested in my new theory that I had to get opinions and maybe someone to criticise it.

   “Well, that could be possible in theory, but–”, Treacher started after a while of silence. 

   “But what?” 

   “I don’t know. Why would Neda do that?”

   “Maybe it was an accident?” I started doubting myself. “We heard a scream before we went inside the house, remember?”

   Trecaher stood up shaking the table slightly and rushed away. I knew it was a sensitive topic. Why had I asked about it?

   “Interesting theory, Loki. I will go to Dorking and a few other errands today and I might just stop by the winery. Wish me luck!” Decker consoled and got up too.

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Can't Seem to Follow Through (Sugimoto/Yuusaku)

just two soldiers enjoying a very casual and platonic smoke together

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 He had been told to stay away. 

“Good evening, Second Lieutenant Hanazawa.” 

He had been ordered to forget everything. 

“Ah- It’s good to see you, Private First Class Sugimoto.” 

He had never been good at doing what he was told. 

“You know, I’ve been told that smoking isn't very good for you, sir.” 

They had met like this before, a few brief meetings in the trenches or moments stolen away in the early morning before the gunfire started. However, it was rare that Sugimoto was away from Toraji for any period of time so a night like this, just the two of them standing with their backs to the mess tent was a rare welcome sight.

Yuusaku’s laughter in response to Sugimoto’s comment was low and sweet, pulling Sugimoto closer like a string. Sugimoto followed until he was stood right next to the other man, knowing that the string was fragile and would break if he so much as hesitated. “What’s so funny? Can’t I be concerned for your health?” Sugimoto grinned, hoping Yuusaku didn’t mind the casual banter.

 “War isn’t good for you either, but here we are, hmm?” Yuusaku rolled a cigarette back and forth between his fingers with a low hum before putting it to his lips. “I think a cigarette or two is the least of my worries.” 

Sugimoto struck one of his matches before Yuusaku could even reach for a lighter. “Careful, sir,” He raised both of his hands to shield the match from being blown out too quickly. “You’re too young to be talking like the brass.” He teased Yuusaku but with a fond look in his eyes.  

As Yuusaku leaned down towards the match to light his cigarette, there was a noticeable blush across his cheeks. Sugimoto wasn’t the first one to comment on Yuusaku’s age, or inexperience, but for some reason, Yuusaku knew Sugimoto wouldn’t say things like that just to be mean. There were plenty of nasty nicknames that were given by nastier soldiers in the trenches, but he’d never heard Sugimoto calling people by those names. It was something small that most others wouldn’t have even noticed, but Yuusaku found it secretly admirable.  

After taking a long first drag and politely turning his head to blow the smoke away, Yuusaku glanced up at Sugimoto with a bashful expression. “Thank you.” He paused and looked away, then added in a more hushed tone, “Would you do me a favour and not tell anyone?” 

Cute. Sugimoto clenched his jaw, pretending like he wasn’t affected by the sight of Yuusaku looking back at him so expectantly. An effort wasted when he spent too long watching Yuusaku and let the match in his hand burn far enough to singe the tip of his thumb. He dropped the match with a mumbled curse and wiped his hand on his pant leg as casually as possible. “I won’t tell anyone, sir. Don’t worry. I… know the reputation you need to maintain for-” 

“Do you smoke?” Yuusaku offered, cutting Sugimoto off, blatantly trying to get away from the topic of his reputation. He held the slim metal cigarette case open for Sugimoto to take from. “They’re fresh, I rolled them myself this morning.” He assured, knowing most officers were snobby about things like that. 

Not that Yuusaku thought Sugimoto was snobby, he just- wanted to make sure- hm. Why was it important to him that Sugimoto knew that? Surely a man who walked around completely indifferent about his numerous battle scars wouldn’t mind a slightly stale cigarette. 

“Are you sure? You don't have many left.” Sugimoto hesitated, looking up from the case towards Yuusaku. 

“Please. I insist. It would be impolite not to offer.” 

Sugimoto didn’t even know cigarettes could go stale so picked one out of the case at random and gave it a little inspection. Having never seen a hand-rolled cigarette before, it looked expensive and neatly done to him, the edge of the thin paper sealed in a nice flat line. It was slimmer than the premade ones he’d seen other officers smoking, but he just assumed maybe if it was handmade it was stronger and didn’t need as much tobacco. 

“Th-Thank you, sir. I haven’t smoked since I was thirteen.” Sugimoto put the cigarette up close to his nose to see what it smelt like. “I stole my father's pipe once just to try it since he carried it around everywhere and looked so fancy with it.” Sugimoto had a small melancholic smile on his face. “He figured it out immediately, of course. I had seen him smoke from that pipe countless times, but I didn’t know you had to clean it.” 

Yuusaku listened with a smile and shook his head as he tucked his case back into his uniform. “Well I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.” He parroted, then saw Sugimoto reaching for a match. “Wait, here- don’t waste another.” Yuusaku motioned Sugimoto closer. 

“Hm?” Sugimoto held the cigarette a bit awkwardly between his lips, waiting for Yuusaku to pull out a lighter. When instead, Yuusaku leaned in close enough that the tips of their cigarettes touched, Sugimoto froze in place. His eyes were glued to the slight flex of Yuusaku’s lips as he pulled air through his own cigarette to get the smoulder to catch the end of Sugimoto’s. Heart hammering, Sugimoto forgot to pull air through his own cigarette, so when he finally did, it sent smoke down into his lungs too quickly and he couldn’t help but cough. 

With a small pleased grin, Yuusaku pulled back. He moved his cigarette off to the side and tapped it with his finger to get rid of the ash. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth, but there was a clearly amused tone in his voice. Yuusaku had seen other soldiers doing that trick and he had wished he could try it with someone ever since. Yuusaku kept that little fact to himself, however, not wanting to seem childish. 

Sugimoto prayed the red on his cheeks wasn’t too noticeable as he regained his composure. “It’s alright, sir.” He coughed again before taking an actual drag from the cigarette.

 It was surprisingly smooth, filling his lungs with heat that spread all the way back out to his fingertips. Sugimoto closed his eyes as the rush went through him, tilting his head back to exhale. When he opened his eyes, he watched the smoke dissipate above them and stared up at the stars past it before taking another drag. When he looked back down, Sugimoto was startled to find Yuusaku already staring right back at him. 

That look gave him a much stronger headrush than the one from the tobacco. 

“…sir?” Sugimoto spoke around his cigarette without thinking, the smoke that escaped from between his lips stinging his eyes a little. 

Yuusaku caught himself then, looking away at something at random in front of them. “Apologies.” He reached up with his free hand, sliding a finger between the rim of his cap and his temple to adjust how it sat over his eyes. 

There was a moment of silence between them, Sugimoto shifting his weight from foot to foot. “I… don’t mind.” He muttered and cleared his throat, which turned into another cough. “I’m used to being stared at, really. From before I ever got this scar.” It was fresh compared to other scars on his body, the blotchy redness across his nose and a noticeable unevenness from his split lips still there. “Even l do a double take when I see my reflection.” He laughed, doing his best to help clear the awkward air. “So there’s no need to apologize to me, sir. Stare all you want.” Sugimoto added with a bit of a shrug.

Looking up, Yuusaku looked over Sugimoto’s scar, then his gaze flicked up to meet Sugimoto’s eyes. “Still seems impolite.” He hadn’t been staring at Sugimoto’s scars, to begin with. Yuusaku had been staring at Sugimoto, committing this moment and the peace it brought Yuusaku to memory. It was rather indulgent and more than a little embarrassing, but Yuusaku didn’t regret being caught. 

“I promise that it’s alright.” Sugimoto waved his free hand dismissively, but inside his heart raced. He hadn’t expected Yuusaku to so readily accept that and go back to looking him over right away.

Yuusaku briefly wished, not for the first time, that Sugimoto had indeed been an officer candidate like he thought when they had originally met. It would have been nice to have someone like Sugimoto as a friend. As a confidant. 

Sugimoto continued to smoke his cigarette, even as he was given some rather shameless once-overs by Yuusaku. Maybe he shouldn’t have permitted the other to stare at him, he didn’t realize how intense Yuusaku’s gaze could be when he got lost in thought. Also, neither of them managed to keep up the small talk. Sugimoto supposed he hadn’t ever really been good at small talk anyways and he was sure Yuusaku dealt with enough of that with their higher-ups. Not to mention Sugimoto was the one to interrupt Yuusaku’s alone time in the first place. 

Although, it seemed Yuusaku had almost forgotten about the cigarette he had originally snuck out to smoke. It was still smouldering away, leaving behind a precarious length of ash at the tip. Sugimoto only noticed it as Yuusaku lifted his hand to take a drag and the end began to crumble as its balance was disturbed. Without thinking, Sugimoto reached out and caught it before the ash landed and ruined the front of Yuusaku’s uniform. It burnt his palm but Sugimoto didn’t even flinch. 

“Ah-” Yuusaku stumbled back a bit at the sudden movement and watched as Sugimoto shook the ash out of his hand and wiped his palm off on his own uniform. Yuusaku dropped the last of his cigarette and put it out under his heel as he grabbed Sugimoto’s hand with both of his. “Are you alright?” 

Sugimoto tensed up when his hand was suddenly grabbed and opened his mouth to try and answer, which caused the rest of his cigarette to tumble to the ground. Sugimoto just stared down at it, feeling like an idiot. “Shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to waste-” Sugimoto looked back up as Yuusaku inspected the red marks on his palm. It seemed the fancy hand-rolled cigarette was none of Yuusaku’s concern at the moment. “I’m fine, sir.” He tried to assure the other man, finding the dramatic worrying a little amusing. “I’ve had worse. I mean- you’ve been looking at me enough tonight to see that.” He chuckled, closing his hand slightly, his fingers running against the sides of Yuusaku's thumbs. 

“No, that’s not it…” Yuusaku glanced up at Sugimoto, cheeks flushed red. It didn’t matter that Sugimoto had scars- this just- Yuusaku’s heart felt weird, and he gripped Sugimoto’s hand a little tighter for a moment without thinking. “You’ve burnt yourself twice because of me. You need to be more careful.” 

“Sir, really. It’ll be fine by the morning. This is nothing.” Sugimoto chuckled again, lifting his other hand to touch the back of one of the ones holding him. 

Yuusaku’s skin was unsurprisingly smooth and unblemished everywhere but his palms. Sugimoto was somehow sure that the only rough thing about Yuusaku was those calluses he had from carrying the flag. It left a bitter taste of regret in his mouth. Maybe Yuusaku wouldn’t have those if Sugimoto had just- done something different in Tokyo. Was it even okay to think like that? Take the blame for someone else’s choices when he himself had only been there for such a brief moment in time? 

“Sugimoto.” Yuusaku sheepishly pulled his hands back, tracing the spot Sugimoto had touched with his own fingers. “I- um- thank you.” Yuusaku let out a nervous little laugh. “Maybe tomorrow night…” He went quiet, still rubbing the back of his hand, unsure of himself. It was horrible, but the physical contact between them just reminded Yuusaku of everything he couldn’t have. Biting his bottom lip, Yuusaku couldn’t bring himself to finish his request. 

Sugimoto smiled, it was both endearing and slightly troublesome to see the other acting this reserved. Sugimoto knew Yuusaku could project his voice across a raucous battlefield with ease. “I’ll see you here again.” It was a promise that they would both make it through the next day. “But I’ll have to decline the cigarette next time.” He waved his hand dismissively. “It would be too expensive of a habit for me to pick up.” Sugimoto knew Toraji was going to say the same thing when he got back to the barracks smelling like cigarette smoke.

 Yuusaku felt his heart swell a little dangerously and he nodded.  “I understand.” A moment of silence passed between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, their eyes lingering on each other until Yuusaku spoke up again. “The company will be nice either way.” Yuusaku smiled and looked down. Sugimoto was so kind. “I really enjoy talking to you.” He confessed, admittedly still feeling a little giddy and confused from their hands touching. “I hope that’s not too forward for me to say as a superior officer.” 

“N-Not at all-” Sugimoto pulled his cap lower over his eyes to hide the spreading blush across his cheeks. There wasn’t any reason to act like this in the middle of a war, but Sugimoto found it difficult to feel guilty about simply letting his thoughts wander. He had caught other soldiers getting up to worse in the barracks after all. “It’s a relief- if anything. I’m just happy you still wanted to talk to me after- well…” 

They didn’t need to discuss Tokyo, not yet at least. Maybe one day they could sit down with a drink and- Sugimoto brought his thoughts back to the present again with a small huff. Those were definitely not things he should be fantasizing about right now. “I should… be going back, sir. Before Toraji comes looking for me.” 

“Oh, you don't have to call me-” Yuusaku put his hand up but Sugimoto was already bowing and saluting a bit awkwardly which made Yuusaku have to bite back a laugh. “Get some rest, then, Private Sugimoto.” 

“Thank you, Second Lieutenant Yuusaku, sir.” Sugimoto bowed his head again, then turned away. 

Yuusaku’s hand lifted for a moment without him thinking, seemingly to stop Sugimoto, but Yuusaku caught himself quick enough. “W-Wait-” Scolding himself under his breath, Yuusaku turned away, hoping Sugimoto hadn’t heard how pathetic he was being. 

There was no lingering. There were no long sappy goodnights. Not here. Yuusaku steeled himself before making his mind up to return to the tents he slept in, foregoing his usual second cigarette. 

As he was walking away, Sugimoto hadn’t heard anything but still hesitated before turning a corner. When was he going to have another quiet moment like this? Tomorrow was a very long time from now. Glancing back behind him, Sugimoto considered offering to stay at Yuusaku’s side until the morning but tasted that bitterness in his mouth again when he saw that Yuusaku had already turned his back to him. 

Or maybe that taste was just from the cigarette. 

[divorcedifferentlypa]

Orientation Day

Today was an “orientation” day for my son’s transition to a four-year university. Basically, it was a very general “Welcome!” and “Hello!” to new students and those transferring (like my son) to the school. I don’t remember what it was specifically called, but “orientation day” is the best phrase. My partner and I could tell that our son initially seemed very overwhelmed by it. For the first part of the day, he got very quiet, and I could tell he was questioning himself and all the amazing things he’s accomplished in his life to this point. He’s had a bit of a journey in his life, and I was so proud to be a part of his day today.

As we wound our way through line after line (to get into another line), the look on his face said it all. This is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. Yes, we’ve driven through the campus numerous times, and he’s gotten the basic lay of the land. But today, it was real for him: this is no longer a distant thought about eventually transferring. He was committed, knew he was accepted as a student, and knew he was going there. He’s scheduled his classes, and we’ve put down a deposit. Today was a very intense day for him.

While waiting for our coffee and doughnuts, I heard him say something almost offhandedly. He sounded a bit distant and dreamy and a bit dejected. Looking around at all the other families, he mumbled to himself, “I think I should have done this four years ago.” Then, without skipping a beat, my husband casually ruminated out loud, “Well, I don’t know. What do you think, Mama?” As he said this, he flashed a quick glance at me. It was one of those slight, swift glances the two of us share when we “talk” to each other without actually saying a word. I knew that was my cue. I’ve written before that my partner and I split the lead on certain things. This is one of my many areas of expertise.

I told him something like I’m going to tell you now.

You are in a strange new place. Life is going on around you, and sometimes there’s a never-ending line of people and meetings and strange new experiences you’ve never encountered before. It’s intimidating. It’s terrifying. It’s extremely disorienting and overwhelming in a way that may never have seemed possible. But you know what? You are exactly where you need to be, and despite how you may feel, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve caught myself thinking, “I could have done this” or “I should have done that.” Why? You’ve done the best you could with what you knew at the time. That’s a good thing. There’s no shame in that. You know what you know now, and that’s what counts. What matters is what you do with what you know today.

In comparison with others, my son has always started out “behind” or labeled as “failed.” But my husband and I have always asked each other: “Behind who?”, “Failed what?” He’s always been right where he needs to be – for himself – to achieve what is best for him at any given moment. In the end, it’s always worked out. With time and (healthy) support, his engines have always revved up when he’s ready. He’s “engaged warp speed��� (as my Trekkie spouse says) to bridge chasms, surging through any darkness or doubt: all when the time and place were right for him. This is not pollyannish by any means. I’m not saying there haven’t been many “dark nights of the soul” for us. There certainly have been times – days, months, even years – when we’ve had profound, doubtful misgivings about the outcomes (but that is where faith and hope come into play). But yes, I have to assert that, in the end, things have always worked out for the best for him as long as he made an effort.

Yet remember what I just said: “time and healthy support.” You and your ex deserve to be heard. You both deserve to be supported. You both deserve that moment when “warp speed” is suddenly and unexpectedly engaged by some seemingly unknown reason, force, or power.

I am a part of that process for you both.

MY ROLE AS A MEDIATOR

I don’t “fix” things or people. I’m a part of a larger manifestation in your life that helps you both to achieve what is best for both of you should you so choose. Even though a relationship may be over, you and your ex were brought together to provide the opportunity to heal each other: That’s why you were attracted to each other in the first place. I know this sounds odd, but it’s true. As a mediator, I am a catalyst to assist you in making sense of your current situation and how you can move forward towards all, which can be the best of what might be. The point is to do this in a non-confrontational and alleviating, mitigating way. This is my expertise.

I’m not a therapist. It’s not my job or purpose to perform such a role. However, I can be an integral part of your larger, healthy support system. I’ve spent my entire 36-plus-year career learning and developing the methodologies and processes of mediating divorce for both for the benefit of all. I’ve seen things that work and many things which don’t. I would challenge you to engage me to assist you with all the techniques I’ve learned over the course of decades for the benefit of you, your children, and even your ex.

Blog is originally published at: https://divorcedonedifferentlypa.com/orientation-day/

It is republished with the permission from the author.

[burning-the-write-oil]

Not Going Anywhere

Summary: A short blurb where Eddie lives (like he should've) and is his sweet, dorky self.

Characters: Eddie Munson/F!Reader

Words: 814

Rating: T

Warnings: Some mature language, brief references to wounds, brief references to anxiety

A/N:  So I've fallen hard and very quickly for Eddie Munson and I've written a short blurb featuring him. I haven't written in a while and this isn't thoroughly edited, so please be gentle! If you have any requests for him, feel free to send them my way and I’ll try to get to them soon!

Masterlist

You burst through the doors of the hospital that led to the hospitalized patients, frantically looking around. They found Eddie. At least that’s what Dustin had told you frantically over the phone, after rattling off that he was headed to the hospital. That was all you knew and that was enough for you at that moment after not having known what had happened to him after everything that had been happening in The Upside Down and Hawkins. You’d driven to the hospital way too fast to be considered safe, your mind running rampant about what condition he was in, what happened, how he was doing. The list was never-ending.

After finally managing to get a direct answer as to what room Eddie was in, you practically ran down the hallway, eyes quickly scanning the room numbers. Spotting Dustin outside of one of the rooms, you felt your stomach drop as you walked over to him. You’d found him but you’d also be finding out the extent of what happened.

You could feel the anxiety tighten in your chest, all sense of reason flying straight out of your head as you started rambling.

“Tell me he’s alive, please. He needs to be alive. I swear to god if he did anything stupid and-”

“Y/N, hold on-”

“No, he needs to be okay, Dustin! I need him. I need him with me and I swear to god I’ll fucking murder whoever-”

You’re interrupted by a voice calling out of the room you were both standing outside of.

“Hey Henderson, do me a favor and make sure my girl doesn’t get herself arrested for murder? Kinda wanna spend some time with her.”

Your heart stopped and you looked to Dustin who was shaking his head with a small grin, “I was trying to tell you.”

That was all you heard before you peeked around the door, your eyes landing on the man you’ve been hoping was still here. And who seemed very much still alive. Though you weren’t sure if you were actually awake or not.

“Told you I’d come back.” He gave you a wink and a small grin as you rushed over to him, carefully placing your arms around his shoulders in a gentle hug.

“You’re here, right?” You mumbled, burying your face in his neck as you felt tears start to burn at the back of your eyes.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Can’t get rid of me that easily. ‘Whole bad penny thing, always keep coming back whether you like it or not.”

You laughed weakly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before unwrapping your arms and taking a look at him. Bandages covered most of his abdomen and you could see numerous wounds all over him. It made that tight feeling in your chest come back thinking about what could have happened to him.

“You’re such a freaking idiot, I swear…” You shook your head, wiping at the tears that were now sliding down your cheeks.

Eddie gave you a sympathetic smile, gently taking your hand in his.

“Well, I’m pretty sure we both know you’re not with me for my smarts. What was it again? My big d-” You bumped his arm playfully to interrupt him, shaking your head with a small smile.

That was Eddie. Lying in a hospital bed, torn to bits, but still trying to make you smile and feel better.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come back.” You mumbled, glancing down at your hand in his, thumb rubbing over one of the silver rings on his fingers. “You don’t need to think about that. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, baby. Told myself I had to come back and bother you.” He smiled, shifting to lay more comfortably and wincing in the process.

You grimaced at his pained response, immediately helping move the pillows behind his head.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You offered, watching as the pain started to slowly dissipate.

“You can lay right here and give me some of those amazing kisses.” He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes that he knows will get you to do almost anything.

You smile, carefully climbing onto the bed to sit next to him. You lean over, gently pressing your lips to his and you feel him hum contently, brushing his fingers along your wrist.

“Hey, guys!” You hear whispered from outside of the room.

You both pull back, looking over to the doorway in amusement.

“It’s safe Dustin, you can come in.” You call with a laugh, Eddie grinning as Dustin walks in with a bag of chips.

“Just wanted to make sure you guys were done making out.” He shrugs, taking a seat near the bedside.

You shake your head with a smile, resting your head on Eddie’s shoulder. Just glad he was here.

[bangtangalicious]

fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch.  “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your  mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

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[borkthemork]

Quantum mechanics are a series of rules that we fully don’t know about. In fact, in my curiosities towards the music box, I've been theorizing that the other worlds come down to this bonding of unknown conventions that humanity has yet to uncover.

Case in point: I'm here. Me and the girls /are/ here, in this world full of walking talking amphibians, and this all suggests an alternate world where evolution doesn't happen to humans but to frogs and toads alike. Most likely. Probably. I've sorta placed it under an hypothesis until I can prove it myself. Whatever happens, this suggests that not only are we on a different plane of existence, but there's a branch of quantum mechanics in place to keep the information of who we are intact despite the new precedents dictating this world.

Isn't that exciting???

It means that the established guidelines of past geniuses haven't been broken! And this small contraption had all the energy in the world to use those rules to smack dab us into paradise!

I've said it before but it's so exciting! It's so cool!

And I need to study more when I've got the chance.

Anne rubbed her eyes. There came a burn at her nose, at the bridge where her fingers met and pinched the flesh. Under the window moonlight she rubbed the spot for a long time, and didn't hesitate to brighten her lamp until her eyes strained the front of her skull.

In these quiet moments, where the Plantars slept and her laptop thrummed with juice, Anne wished she had an aspirin.

Because the headache wanted to kill her.

Books piled at her knees. They ranged from conspiracy theories, astrophysics, to isekai manga — the latest being quantum theory almanacs and the academic papers from random science people she couldn't recall.

She'd thumbed the pages numerous times. She basically stuck her head into every nook and cranny these pages wanted to tell her, yet all she got had been jargon and nothing else. Nothing but big words with big meanings. 

Like a needle in a haystack except much much worse.

All these forum searches, binges, and youtube recommendations brought her to the brink multiple times. There came one trail. Then another. And another. She'd follow these breadcrumbs like a good investigator was supposed to, but then get sucker punched by nothing but the same dead ends.

The same disappointments.

Anne's fingers brushed the journal's surface. All slow, careful — enough to protect the stickers from peeling and leave the ink crisp under her digits. 

She couldn't stop staring at the fonts, at the tiny curls in Marcy's writing that somehow tipped her between fancy to downright messy. An energy contained in each sentence she knew, into every exclamation, big word, and topic that occupied the lines. It made the book feel alive. Electrifying.

Because Marcy lived in the journal. Anne knew she lived in it.

She kept each section clean for that exact reason. She kept her articles clean as the day they were written, intact enough with all the beautiful words inside, and Marcy gave her clues in return for her patience.

If Marcy talked about isekai, Anne researched isekai.

If Marcy rambled of alternate universe theories, Anne watched lectures of that exact same thing.

If Marcy talked about how hard she tried to decipher the alphabets around her, Anne would trace the outlines until her brain clicked the characters into place.

It was an exchange. A silent 'thank you' and 'you're welcome' that no one could ever take away from her. And with the eager talk of quantum whatevers, Anne fell further into this world — borrowing library books, mumbling data, asking herself how much she wanted to know about particles, about the entangled roles of these blue things and these other blue things to create one new blue thing.

The answer then came out simple: She didn’t know what she was doing, but she tried anyways.

She tried for so many reasons. 

Quantum mechanics has been studied over and over again, the journal had said once. Marcy's hand clasped lightly against hers, all excitable and bouncy. It's a growing field; full of new hypotheses and speculations! Really though, I've got to wonder if we'll ever get to this level of sophistication at some point, especially since it's more advanced than the average zapapede station.

I always think about it too — the technology I mean — it's the most uncanny artifact I've got. It's so dissonant to what we know of current amphibious life and advancement, it's mind boggling to think this same contraption came from the same civilization.

Makes one wonder if there's more to this world than meets the eye. 

Marcy smiled at her, toothy from ear to ear. 

Don't you think?

"You know this better than me," was the only sentence that came out from her lips. The sounds bumbled through the air, landed unevenly into Anne's lap, and all she could think about was Marcy.

Marcy. And the fact she knew more than her.

Anne groaned into her palms. They were clammy, sweaty from all the constant wringing she'd done over the hours. In the corner of her eye, Marcy giggled beside her, mimicking Anne's hand movements with the same giddiness she once gave Anne months and months before.

And at that moment, the young girl wondered if she was going nuts.

Or if it was all quantum mechanics.

[tarnishedxknight]

Gabranth fought back a smile at Gylfie's dripping sarcasm. "Tread carefully, Ynarra," he said, but it was not a warning. He was just being playful, as indicated by the smirk he wore. "I know of such things, I simply choose not to engage in them," he said firmly, knowing it was too late. She had already bested him in this particular conversation. And that was okay. He didn't mind one bit.

But Drace's hasty exit without so much as a word of parting served to flip his mood completely on end. Now he was worried, concerned, confused... not knowing if he should follow or if somehow he was the reason she'd been so upset. It was just so unlike her to leave without some kind of verbal closure. Not that she wasn't free to do so if she chose, but it was so uncharacteristic as to be downright alarming.

He was only mildly reassured by Gylfie's words. The people here had been meddling a lot in their lives, judging them, treating them as though they were invalids or children. Gabranth appreciated none of it, but he doubted anything they said to Drace could upset her that badly, and so quickly. For now, he was content to let Gylfie try to figure it out for him, since... if Drace had wanted to speak to him, she would have stuck around to do so, right?

- - - - - -

Drace knew she hadn't been herself lately, but to hear from Gylfie that it had been noticeable, and not only to her but to Gabranth as well, did nothing to calm her nerves. "Of course he noticed..." she mumbled to herself rather defeatedly. Drace sighed heavily. "I do not wish you gone, Ynarra," she admitted, hoping to reassure the other even as she felt her heart pound in her own chest. "I apologize for leaving so abruptly. I just needed some time to think." It was the truth, but she knew that would not be good enough for Gylfie. She was as perceptive as she was concerned for those close to her.

Then, suddenly, she laughed the sort of dejected laugh of one who might at any second switch to crying, one who felt they had gotten themself into an impossible situation. "You are good to offer such, but... there is nothing you can do to aid me. I... I am alone in this," she said before she could think better of it.

Drace's visibly trembling hands were brought to her lips as if in prayer, or perhaps to silence herself, lest she say something else wholly damaging that might get back to Gabranth in some capacity. Her eyes closed as she tried to think... just to think clearly for one moment... about what all this meant and what she was supposed to do. It was perhaps the most uncertain, the most shaken, that Gylfie would have ever seen her mentor before.

Drace knew she could not leave it there, though, not now that Gylfie was here before her. If she'd wanted complete privacy and secrecy, then she ought to have sent Gylfie away from the very start. Now... she was somewhat obligated to confess what had her so unnerved, since Gylfie was standing there waiting for a reply so expectantly with that worried look upon her face.

"You have the right of it, I have not been myself of late, in numerous ways. It was... so apparent to me that something was amiss that I made an inquiry with the medical staff. I was just delivered the results. The diagnosis, if you will." The last thing she wanted to do was prolong this awkward situation, and so she simply came out with it. "I am pregnant. Three months, apparently."

She should handle this on her own. It was wrong to lay this on Gylfie, she knew that, but Drace had tried to have a moment alone to think this through and Gylfie had interrupted that process. Now... she found herself speaking before better wisdom could help silence her. "What am I to do?" she whispered, her hands lowering to her knees and her now tearful gaze lifting to Gylfie. "He cannot know. Gabranth has nothing but panic and pain to associate with such things." Did Gylfie know the truth about Amoretta Solidor? About Larsa? She knew not, and so she stopped there. "Nay, I must somehow handle this myself," she said quietly, not having any inkling of how that was going to happen. "I must swear you to secrecy on this matter, Ynarra. No good will come of informing Gabranth of it."

Gabranth had noticed the changes in Drace as well, though he didn't think as much of them as Gylfie did. It was odd, seeing her make so many mistakes, lose control of her emotions, and become frustrated so easily during training, but how much more often had that happened to him in recent months? The jarring experience of being taken out of one's own time had a lasting and permeating effect on a person, he well knew. Of course she's off. Of course she's frustrated. We all are.

However, he found himself thinking back to that day, one of the worst of his life, and the way she'd taken on Vayne so suddenly and with so little provocation. That... wasn't usually like her. Yes, Vayne had artfully brought up Larsa, but Drace was not usually given to taking such obvious bait. She was smarter than that, Gabranth knew, more controlled, and so it made him wonder if these changes had begun even before she was brought to this time...

The intrusion of the medical staff made him growl a bit in frustration. Nevertheless, he hung back, knowing much like Gylfie did that interrupting a private conversation of Drace's would result in nothing good for anyone. His frustration was derailed by Gylfie's quip, and he smiled. "Let us hope so. Or else thus far she will leave today with not a single bout won." He was good, but so was she, and there were some ways in which she always managed to gain the upper hand on him. But not today. "I was- We were not flirting. I do not flirt, and I doubt Drace is capable of such," he said with a smirk. They had... absolutely been flirting, but he was not about to admit that to Gylfie, or anyone else for that matter.

But when Drace neither returned to them nor offered them a parting word, Gabranth's brow furrowed with concern. "Wha... What happened?" he asked rather ineloquently, his concern clear in the way his voice trembled just a bit. What news had their been from the medical staff that would cause Drace to up and leave like that? Determined to find out, Gabranth had taken a very purposeful step forward before Gylfie's voice stopped him. He watched her chase after Drace, deciding that perhaps it was better to let Gylfie handle it for now, lest he perhaps come at Drace with too much intensity.

Drace had barely gotten inside her room, closed the door, and sat down at the foot of her bed before she heard a knock. Her heart was racing, and she just needed time to think, but... oh no, had he followed her to her quarters? "She could not say anything to him right now, not yet! "Not now," she said sternly, but when she heard Gylfie's voice, and heard her say it was only her without the door and not Gabranth, Drace weighed her options. Sighing and doing her best to look as composed as possible, she went to the door and opened it.

"If you must," she said, standing aside for Gylfie to enter. "I am fine, Ynarra. I only needed a moment to think, but clearly that is impossible," she said before immediately regretting the way that sounded. She sighed and shook her head, returning to her seat at the foot of her bed. "Forgive my tone. I have much on my mind at present. Please extend my apologies to Gabranth for leaving without proper disengagement. Perhaps you could continue the training session with him in my stead?" she asked, trying to sound as normal as possible, and to direct the conversation towards anything other than what the medical staff had just told her...