#half the apps i was using are closed. only Word remains

[abysful]

Just you

Contains: Friends to lovers, Plot, Smut (Descriptions of Nudity, Sex on the beach, Skinny dipping)

Summary: You and your best friend Chris are left alone at a remote beach when jokes of skinny dipping manifest into reality, your physical bond finally reflecting your emotional bond.

Word count: 4k

“I can’t trust you to do shit Chris” Nick spits.

“I was gettin to it, holy shit” He defends.

“No he’s right, you always leave shit t’last minute” Matt chimes in uninvited to the conversation.

The plan wasn’t that difficult, get the AirBnb, then buy all of the food, games, and extra things that come with a one week vacation in Malibu.

Chris was in charge of booking the place all of you were going to stay, his taste was trustable, though his punctuality was the opposite.

Your large group of friends, around 8 or so people, agreed to clear all of your schedules for the week so you could enjoy the hottest days of the year right by the beach.

It was now Saturday, the day before you were all set to leave and Nick peered over Chris’ shoulder to see him scrolling on the familiar rental app. When his suspicions were confirmed with a smile via Chris himself, he immediately blew up in front of everyone.

“You haven’t picked a place yet Chris? You said it was a fucking surprise and that was why we couldn’t see the photos, I have no idea how I believed you of all people.” Nick screamed.

“I didn’t know everything was gonna be booked” he yelled back. “Ion know I thought we were gonna get a deal cause people cancel last minute” he mumbled under his breath.

The brothers were at each others throats for what felt like forever, your friends sat back on the couch. Rather than watching the train wreck like everyone else was doing, you decided to take matters into your own hands and look for a place to vacation last minute since it seemed like you were very close to going no where in a minute.

The normal getaway home apps had absolutely nothing that could be reserved within a days notice so you took a chance on a dangerously prehistoric website, mostly for shits and giggles, but a sliver of hope still remained in you. You click on Safari and type in C-R-A-I-G-S-L-I-S-T and look up Malibu rentals. Your eyebrows visibly raise in amusement though nobody’s looking at you currently, every other soul in the room was fixated on the growing animosity between Nick and Chris. Hoping to shut them up, you chime in.

“Don’t call yourself mature because you’re fucki-” Nick blurts before you butt into the conversation.

“Guys shut the fuck up I found a place that we can book for tomorrow… actually two, so we have options” you chirp, praying to god that something can liven up the mood in the room.

“No y/n I checked like everything on Airbnb theres nothin” Chris briefly turned his head to you in attempts to to pull you back down to earth.

“I found it on Craigslist fuckface” you say, now understanding Nick’s quickness to temper when it came to him.

The room quieted briefly, you felt slightly embarrassed but buried it down once you reminded yourself that you were the only one with a real solution beyond just yelling.

Your attitude veered from insecurity to self assurance before you broke the silence to justify your judgment.

“I mean does anyone else have any suggestions?” You rhetorically ask, leaving mere seconds before you reply to your own question “Right.”.

Matt chirps up from his quiet corner of observation “It’s not a bad idea t’s just not a safe one either”.

Your neck jolted backwards and you made a face of confusion to loudly express your disposition to his comment.

“There’s like… 20 of us Matt” you exaggerate to get your point further across.

The shiny new idea of yours was meant to bring the atmosphere back to peaceful but all it did was band your group of friends into two teams, those in favour and those not.

The room rearranged itself, half of the people in the room standing by one wall yelling at the other half who were sat on the couch, a physical divide mirroring the mental one. You had been arguing back and forth like two fighting sides in battle, both stances having fair points, in the end Chris being the loudest and being in alliance with you, the nay sayers gave in and the consensus was that the vacation would progress.

“Like the Craigslist killer wasn’t a thing” Nick sarcastically remarks as a final declaration of disagreement while you pull up the website on his MacBook so there’s a bigger screen for everyone to view .

“You’ve literally never seen that movie idiot” Chris snaps to get the last word. Everyone’s overlapping chatter simmers to a calm as you pull up the first option of the two villas.

The home was spacious, three floors and 6 bedrooms, the design was modern with marble floorings and a greyscale colour scheme. Everyone exchanged looks of decent satisfaction, shrugging amongst each other, the next photo was of the beach, it was wedged in between two bigger beachside mansions. Privacy wasn’t a necessity but all of you had tendencies of being loud when you get comfortable.

“I mean t’s alright” Matt muttered, not wanting to sound too enthusiastic out of pettiness.

You slowly turn your head upward and behind you to glare at him annoyed before returning your focus to the screen ahead.

Switching to the next tab, the second house of choice was much warmer looking with wood paneling on the floors, and a beachy themed interior, it had 5 rooms but the living room walls facing the water were floor to ceiling windows.

Everyone in the room seemed to be on the same page, the shared admiration for house number two was confirmed when the final picture was shown. It was a cute private beach, no houses visibly surrounding it, and a large patio leading outback to the water. The price was steep but you and just about the rest of your friends had your hearts set on it.

“I still don’t know guys, it might not be legit” Nick restates, this time sounding more concerned than disdained.

“I mean if I message him right now I can go check it out before we book it” you suggested. Nick simply jerked his head in the direction of the computer alluding to his agreement.

You messaged the man who posted the ad and got a respond within the hour. Messages and negotiations back and forth resulted in the arrangement of someone from your ‘party’ meeting with the home owner to pick up the keys, go view the house, and then decide. To your fortune, the man was too caught up to accompany you to the villa and was surprisingly trusting as far as you could tell from the short conversation.

“He said meet him in WeHo to grab the keys” you announce as you make your way towards the door to grab your car keys.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Chris sternly asks, not actually wanting an answer. “Y’not going to meet some weird old guy off Craigslist by yourself that’s exactly why they didn’t wanna do this” he continued.

“Okay? We gotta get the keys somehow. What the fuck else am I supposed to do” you huffed.

“I’m coming with you” he replied, walking past you before you had a chance to rebuttal.

The trip was what the usual car ride with Chris looked like; stupid story times, nudges and slaps paired with nonstop laughter, and lots of music. The few meaningful years of friendship with Chris allowed a strong sense of comfort between the two of you to build, there wasn’t much you wouldn’t tell him, nor were there any jokes that felt too far. It was that security that brought you two closer every day.

Once you reached the café that the man had arranged for you to meet at, you and Chris agreed that the best plan of action would be for you to go meet the guy as you were better at talking to adults, and Chris would keep a close eye from his passenger seat in the car.

Unexpectedly, the home owner didn’t seem to care much to talk, he confirmed your identity, informed you how you could send him the money once you made your decision, and hurried to whatever it was that demanded his presence.

“That was quick” Chris spoke once you hopped back into the drivers side.

“I’ll be honest I don’t think that dude gives a single fuck” you chuckled before starting the car.

“Are we picking up everyone now or do we check it out for ourselves first?” You shot him a menacing smirk. All he replied with was an even wider grin than yours, and to that, you were speeding on the highway to Malibu.

This time nearly the entire ride was windows down, music so loud you felt it vibrate your seats, and screaming lyrics at one another. Any and every genre had its turn, the genuine euphoria from each others company made the long journey feel like a 5 minute joyride.

The car pulled into the 4 car gravel driveway and both you took less than a second to fly out of your seats and gun it to the door. Chris slid the keys into the door and clicked the lock open, once the door was unlocked, you both shot your heads to look at one another before flinging the door open in excitement.

Running through the house like mindless little kids, you and Chris swerved through each and every room turning on lights and opening drawers for no apparent reason. The kitchen was bright and airy which contrasted the amiable and cozy rooms, once the entire area and perimeter of the property was properly scoped out by you both, there was only one more thing to assess; the beach.

The wooden patio, adorned with floral printed lazy chairs and glass side tables, led out to the undisturbed sand and vibrant water.

Chris stepped off of the stairs in front of you as you followed closely behind before placing the largest towel he could find onto the sand below. In that moment there was no need to speak, the sound of the waves sweeping the ocean floor, reaching up to kiss the shore, hummed in your ears.

Without exchanging words or looks, you and Chris sat on the sand, with your legs crossed and fixed your eyes on the horizon. Your long day of planning and travelling was rewarded with a stunning sight of the sun nearing its set, while you sat next to the only person you’d want to experience such a glorious scene with.

Many minutes passed you by before you spoke up.

“So should I pay the guy now” your boring and serious topic change meant to serve as a joke, and as he always did, Chris let out a laugh.

“Nah, if we leave our phones inside, it’s like nobody else exists” Chris replies.

You roll your eyes at his cringe and out of place ‘deep thought’.

“Shut up” you laugh.

Chris laughs too, another few moments of silence fall until he blurts out “How much money would it take for you to go skinny dipping”.

You reply swiftly “Ion know like a hundred maybe”.

“That’s it?” Chris very loudly exclaims.

“Okay maybe like a Wendy’s meal too?” You begin to wonder if you misunderstood his question.

“Y/n you’re telling me you would be fully naked in front of a stranger for a hundred bucks? Like… not even a band?” He asks in disbelief.

“Who said a stranger? what the fuck?” You snap your head to look at him. “Are you talking about streaking?” you ask.

“Oh- y’know what” he squeezes his eyes shut and smiles before starting up again “I might be confused”.

“Ya think.” Your head swivels back to the body of water in front of you. “If we’re talking just you, skinny dipping isn’t that crazy, plus you’d be naked too so it’s not that embarrassing” you mutter.

He looks at you trying to raise one eyebrow even though he physically can’t. “Pause” he scoffs.

You return a look of annoyance “Don’t act like it’s weird, how much money for you to go skinny dipping” you redirect his question back at him.

“What? Right now?” He asks as his eyes stay locked with yours. You shrug, not wanting to come across as if you’re asking for him to drop everything and get naked in that very moment.

“Pfft like 5 bucks” he shrugs back.

“Oh but you wanna say pause to me?” You raise your voice an octave.

He gives you a laugh before switching his answer “I’d do it for fun and for free actually” .

You figure he’s bluffing as always, Chris says a lot of out of pocket shit but he’s never been known to go through with any of his insane claims.

You stand suddenly, grabbing his upper arm yanking him up with you, wanting to have the satisfaction of him admitting he’s lying. Once he’s on his feet you cunningly say “No balls”.

Chris takes one look at you and starts rapidly clinging his shirt off, your feet stay adhered to the floor beneath you, waiting for him to say he’s just kidding.

Once Chris is in nothing but his boxers, he returns his gaze to your face “That means you too doesn’t it?” .

You were speechless, the unserious aspect of your friendly conversation had washed away and you began to realize the gravity of your ‘dare’.

“You’re actually insane” was all you could come up with as your body was fighting an uncontrollable feeling simmering within it.

“I’m doing this for free, you’d be getting $100 and a Wendy’s meal” he joked, not standing down.

You squinted at him and open-mouth smiled, Chris smiled back and before you knew it you were flinging off your shirt and laughing under your breath.

Your fingertips felt like small rods of fire, every time they hit your skin your soul returned to your body. The beating of your heart was nearly as bad as the dryness in your throat which was contending with the typhoon in your stomach. Through all of the overwhelming sensations shooting through your body, all you could do was laugh.

Once you were in your bra and underwear, you liked at Chris who was waiting for you to breach the only barrier stopping you both from seeing the most intimate and personal parts of each other.

While looking directly at Chris, your arm snaked up your back to unclasp the notches of your top. Still not knowing if the interaction was platonic and lighthearted or heavy and sexually charged, Chris respectfully turned his head back to the sea. You could see him bend down to throw off his last article of clothing alongside you as you did the same.

Before anyone had time to speak, the adrenaline coursing its way through your veins provoked you to run for the water. You could hear his feet hitting the sand as he ran not too far behind you, your arms crossing over your chest to cover what you were able to.

In that moment all of the fear and nervousness dissipated and you were just running and laughing with your best friend. Him bring faster than you, you were no longer leading as he was running right beside you, holding his hands over his groin.

The feeling of the cool water hit the pads of your feet though your speed didn’t falter, each of your legs kicked the waves as the sea level raised up from your ankles, to your calves, then knees.

Once both of your bottom halves were somewhat concealed by the water, Chris retracted his grip from his bits, rather than keeping your hands on yours, you crouched under the surface so your tits weren’t out on full display. Now covered enough and coasting a foot apart, you both finally built up the courage to look at each other.

Panting and smiling, Chris closed his eyes and dunked his head beneath the water to wet his hair before shooting back up.

In between laughs you let out a few words “That wasn’t so bad” the current causing you to both float up and down as you tried to stay planted in one spot.

“I’m fucking freezing” Chris discloses.

“This was your idea” you tease. Rather than contesting, Chris just splashes water at you.

The chilly air from the absence of high sun leaves your nipples hard and sensitive, feeling the cold sensation more with every ripple of water. An orange hue glossed over your shoulder and collarbone from the saturated sun set hovering over your heads.

Chris lost the restraint to lock his gaze on your eyes, you watched as his focus showered whatever parts of you remained above the ocean.

As you bobbed up and down, you slowly made your way closer to your ‘friend’, you were almost certain that you were wetter than the body of water that held you.

“Y’don’t gotta like… hide” Chris sweetly hums as his eyes find yours once more.

You looked up and nodded slowly as your hands reached to grasp his arms while you rose up from the half seated position that once shielded your body. Shining in what was left of the bright sun as it descended into the edges of the water, your wet tits grabbed Chris’ attention immediately.

You didn’t let him enjoy the sight for too long before your arms slid up to the sides of his clenched jaw, you softly cradled his face to yours before placing a gentle kiss on his rosey lips. Chris kissed you back for a moment before smiling into the kiss.

“What?” You speak while you mouths are still semi connected. He doesn’t answer with words, rather he resumes the kiss, this time less gentle and more hungry but still as sentimental and intimate as before. His arms extended to wrap around your bare ass still under the aquamarine waters, the familiarity of his hands now felt foreign as they travel to places they’ve never been before.

His plump bottom lip had enticed you since before you could remember, instinctively as your tongues explored each other’s mouths, your teeth tenderly bit down on it, pulling it back towards you slightly.

He let out a soft moan into your lips before pulling away from your face “Fuck” he smiled as he admired every perimeter of your face.

You hands fell down to his chest feeling it rise and fall rapidly.

“Fuck I need you so bad” he whispers.

Your arms wrap around his neck immediately after he says that, Chris grabs your outer thighs as you jump up, legs winding around his hips to his back, Chris’ cock just under you sticking straight out. He carries you to the shore, fighting the waves pulling his legs in the opposite direction. His deprived dick rubbing against your ass as you held on tight.

“You gotta hit the gym” you mock as he struggles to carry you while battling the strong waters.

He’s about to rebuttal but you shut him up by placing your lips on his neck and kissing and sucking softly as he lifts you to the sand.

Once you’re out of the water Chris immediately places you on your feet back where the entire ordeal started. Still standing you kiss him once more grabbing hold of the nape of his neck as his hands rest on your hips.

One of your hands find their way down to his pulsing dick, taking hold of it and stroking it. Chris pauses the kiss to drop his head into your shoulder, your palm grazes and circles his tip, his breath growing heavy against your chest. Knowing Chris’ pleasure as at your mercy only added to the burning heat between your legs, with each stroke he grew weaker under your touch and his hums and groans got louder.

Between the sounds coming from his mouth and the feeling of his skin pressed up on yours, the pressure within you was begging to be released. As you slid your hand up and around his shaft, you squirmed and squeezed your legs together.

Chris took notice of this and grabbed your wrist to get you off of him.

“Get on the towel” he demanded and you did just that.

Laying on your back, Chris moved in sync with you, hovering closely, lips ghosting over yours. Chris slid his finger through your slick opening before bringing his digits back up to his mouth. He looked down as his dick as he dragged it over your hole a few times making you shutter at the contact, you hands reach up to his back, clawing at his shoulders.

“Chris” you breathe out.

“Tell me what you want” he hums.

“Fuck… fuck me” you plead as he smiles down at you.

He shoves his cock slowly into you, savouring every inch it goes deeper. He looks up from the scene below him, fixated on your face, making sure you’re feeling good.

“You okay?” He questions, you nod.

He eases into you more, until he’s all the way in, asking for reassurance throughout all of it.

“S’that good?” He asks as he places kisses on your neck. “Fuck your so tight”.

As he talks you through it, all you’re able to do is nod and give him moans of gratitude. His thrusts pick up in pace but never once feel rough, your legs wrap around his torso. One of his arms is bent at the elbow, resting above your shoulder for support as the other trials down to your needy clit, every touch making your muscles melt. The sound of your bodies clashing against each other over take the loudness of the waves and the volume of your moans increase as tour orgasm nears.

“F-Fuck Chris” you whimper, giving him all the more fuel to keep going.

His kisses in harmony with the gentle circles he draws around your pulsing bud was more than what you needed to spill over. Squeezing your legs tighter and scratching the blades of his shoulders, you cum all over his dick, you was twitch around him. The sensation of your pussy tightening over and over causes him to release along with you, thrusting through his high, your moans subside and everything comes to a slow.

Rather than pulling off of you, Chris flips you around as he lays on his back, he takes you by your waist and guides you to lay skin to skin. For a while, time stopped, the ocean sang, and your breathing matched his. The sky dimmed to a blue as the darkness of night reminded you where you were meant to be.

“We’re gonna have to go back” you hush under your breath.

“Shh, this is our beach for now” he mumbles, the next however many minutes are spent just like this, feeling as though nobody else matters or exists but the two of you.

Of course, that’s until you have to go back, stopping for Wendy’s on your way.

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[feveredvisions]

Arms

(Harry Da Souza x Jan Da Souza) | Contains Spoilers

Summary: After a long day spent buried in secrets and war plans, Harry Da Souza crawls into bed beside the woman he’s hurt more times than he can count and still calls home. As the threat of gang warfare between the Stevensons and the Harrigans looms, a rare moment of vulnerability cracks through his walls. Haunted by a violent past and a love he never thought he deserved, Harry finds himself clinging to the only thing that ever made him feel real: Jan’s quiet, unrelenting arms. Author's Note: Spent the entire week at work writing this. Squeezes my heart everytime. I like to think that Harry and Jan gets to have this moment together somehow. Main inspo for this was the song "Arms" by Christina Perri and a dash of "Dancing Away With My Heart" by Lady A. Go play them in a separate tab/your streaming app while reading this for the feels. Aaand do let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist for future Harry Da Souza fics and other characters Tom has played. I'm also open for requests! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading my work xx

The devil prowls after hours.

Harry Da Souza sits with it while he eats a cold cucumber sandwich at the kitchen counter. After thoroughly washing and scrubbing his hands clean,  of course. Staring through the marble as he chews, swallows, washes it down with a glass of full-cream milk. The word rattles around his skull like a bullet in a tin can. The Harrigans and the Stevensons, circling each other like starving dogs. Harry? He’s smack in the middle—lieutenant, fixer, commander-in-chief, ready to command fire if this thing really blows.

Upstairs, Jan is asleep. Or pretending to be. These days, it’s hard to tell.

He washes the plate, leaves it to dry in the drying rack. He knows she hates waking up to dirty dishes.

He pads upstairs quietly, toeing off his shoes at the door and quietly entering their bedroom and closing the door, shrugging out of his jacket and the rest of his clothes. Changing into his nice comfy silk pajama blouse and house shorts. Keeping his Rollex, his wedding ring, and his necklace he rarely takes off unless it's to be cleaned. Their bedroom is dim and illuminated by the soft moonlight and the soft warm light coming from the lamp beside the bed which he flicked off. The faint silver moonlight remains. His wife’s back turned to him, her silhouette a soft curve under the duvet.

Harry slides in beside his wife with the careful precision of a man used to moving without being heard. Every movement and apology.

For a moment, he just lies there. Then, gingerly, he reaches for her. His arm slips around Jan’s waist, pulling her back against his chest. She doesn’t stir, not at first. Harry exhales, his nose brushing the nape of her neck, breathing in the faint trace of her perfume. Something floral, expensive. The kind of thing he buys her because nothing but the best, even if she barely wears it for him anymore.  

He squeezes his eyes shut as his mind sprinted. The war, the family, Bella bloody Harrigan. His daughter’s schooling. Jan’s solicitor waging some sort of psychological war with him by sending drafts of a separation agreement.

He refuses to surrender to the practicality of it. Well, it wasn't at all practical for his ego. He doesn't quit. He either resolves. Or shoots the problem right in the face and leave no traces of its existence. That's not their marriage. Divorce absolutely was not a solution. Especially not now when everything is so easily within reach and could easily be taken away from him. The rest can go to shit. He’s keeping his family close where he can monitor them and keep them safe.

Then Jan stirs. A slow shift of weight, a quiet inhale. Harry stills, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she turns in his arms, facing him now in the dark.

For a long moment, they just look at each other.  Jan’s eyes are half-lidded with sleep, but there’s something sharp in them, too. She always sees through him before he gives her an answer.

“You’ll keep us safe, right, Harry?” Her voice is thick from sleep, but the edge is there. The one she’s honed over years of biting her tongue. There was no point arguing with him. He's like a wall that had gotten tougher to get through as the years passed.

The question hangs between them, unspoken. He answers it anyway.  

“Yeah, babe,” he murmurs, thumb brushing her hip. “Course I will. Always.” It’s a lie. Or maybe it’s not. He doesn’t fucking know anymore.  

Jan watches him, her gaze tracing the lines of his face like she’s searching for something. Then, quietly she speaks again. “I can practically hear the gears shifting in your head. Running in sports mode.”  

Harry huffs a weak laugh, nuzzles her shoulder. "Been running since I was a kid, sweetheart. Never found the brakes."

“Mm.” She doesn’t push. Doesn’t question further. Just lets the silence sit between them, thick with everything they don’t say.

Then Jan shifts closer. Her hand finds his chest, fingers curling into the silk fabric his pajama blouse. Not pulling him in, not pushing him away. Just there.

Slowly and carefully, Harry lifts his arm. An invitation. Jan hesitates. Then she moves into him, tucking her head under his chin, her body slotting against his like they’ve done this a thousand times before. Maybe they have. Maybe they’ve just forgotten how.

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Juvenile Detention Centre – 1998

Harry Da Souza was seventeen the first time he learned that silence could be a weapon. But before that, he always puts up a fight. Never bowing down to anyone especially not to a copper.

The guard, Bastard, Harry called him in his head, because names had power and he refused to give him one—had a habit of lingering too long during headcount. His fingers dug into Harry’s shoulder like he was testing the give of his bones, his breath sour with cheap whiskey.  

The bastard's rules were: You don't look at me unless I tell you to; You don't speak unless I ask you to; You don't fucking breathe unless I let you. But rules didn't stop the Bastard from cornering Harry in the showers; from slamming him into the tiles hard enough to crack rib; from grinning when Harry choked on his own blood.

And Harry, fifteen and already sharp as a shiv with one eye swollen shut, lip split, had looked the bastard dead in the eye and said, "Piss off, you fat cunt” and disdainfully spat at the officer's smug face. Fuck the silence. 

"You're a nasty little rat, Da Souza. But l'II teach you some manners.”

That earned him two more weeks in solitary and by the third month, he had stopped fighting back.

The day Harry got out, Jan was waiting for him at the gates. The sky was blue and blinding. Quite a harsh welcome back to the civility. His duffel bag slung over one shoulder, limping slightly. Still too lean. Bruises blooming along his cheekbone, a cut across his lip healing ugly. He hadn’t slept the night before nor in the last three months. Not properly. You don’t sleep in a place like that where the guards have keys and inhumane sadistic grudges.

They gave him back his clothes, a plastic bag with a shirt that didn’t fit anymore as he’d managed to work up on his strength and build with the others; trainers with the soles curling, and his dignity left rotting somewhere in the back wing of juvenile lock-up.

And waiting just outside the gate, like a fucking mirage was Jan. Prim in her stupid little blazer and pleated skirt, leaning against the hood of her father's Jag like she hadn't just skipped a class to be here. Like she hadn't spent the last six months writing him letters he had read but never answered. Like she doesn't care picking up her…wayward friend or…whatever the fuck Harry was.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Jan didn't flinch. Just tilted her head studying him like he was a particularly difficult maths problem. "You look like shit.”

“Cheers, babe. Knew I could count on you for a warm welcome.”

Her eyes swept over his hunched shoulders, the way he held his ribs, his guarded stance like he expected another blow from behind.

And then hesitantly, gently, she stepped forward and opened her arms. Not demanding. Just open.

"The fuck-” Harry flinched. He hadn’t been touched with kindness in months. Maybe ever. But she didn’t press, didn’t tug, just waited. He stepped into her. Slowly. Like a beaten dog walking into safety. And when her arms wrapped around him, something in him cracked.

His throat tightened up and blinked his stinging unshed tears away. He didn’t cry. Couldn’t. But for a second, the world and the pains in his body muted. No guards, no cold floors, no muffled screams in the night. Just Jan. Her clean perfume. The steady rhythm of her breath. Her soft hand brushing up and down his back in the most careful manner, like she didn’t want to scare the wolf she'd just coaxed into her lap.

"Shut up," Jan muttered into his shoulder. Her arms were tight around him, her grip almost painful. He smelled a lot like antiseptic and fucking bleach. What had they done to him? "Just shut up, Harry."

He should've pushed her away. Should've laughed in her face. Instead, he kept silent and moved his hands to hold her waist.

♡

Jan drove a stupidly nice car for a seventeen-year-old. Leather seats. Heated. His muscles unclench without permission as he sank into the passenger side. His bag in his lap.

“Didn’t have much to say.”

“You were in for six months, not six years.”

“Felt longer.”

She glances at him. Her hands clench the wheel. “Did they…was it bad?”

A pause. He shrugs. “You don’t wanna know, Jan.”

He turns to look at her, smiling faintly and cruelly. “How’s the car, then? You drove it with any boys while I was gone?”

Jan scoffs. “Piss off.”

Just as she hits a bump, Harry lets out a low chuckle and groans, clutching his ribs. “Christ. Watch it. I’m delicate.”

She shoots him a look. “You’re not delicate. You’re dramatic.”

“You've changed so much, babe.”

"Don't fucking ‘babe’ me."

"Alright, sweetheart.”

♡

Jan’s house was empty and smelled like lemons and money. Her parents off on some cruise in Saint Tropez, staff given the week off. Just the two of them in a Kensington townhouse. She ushered him into the lounge and knelt in front of him with a first-aid kit in her hands like she’d been waiting for this moment to tend to an wounded patient.

“I got certified in First Aid last week,” she said brightly, trying too hard to sound normal. Like it's no biggie.

"Do I look like a quiz to you?"

She ignores him, dabbing antiseptic onto the bruises blooming like oil slicks across his ribs. She tries to be gentle but her hands tremble. She couldn't ignore the darker, meaner bruises with deep, sick purple colour wrapping around his ribs. He watches her face go pale.

“Christ, Harry.”

“Don’t take me to a hospital. I mean it.”

“My uncle’s private clinic then. Discreet. They won’t ask questions—”

He kissed her just to shut her up. Just to stop the worry in her voice because it made something in his chest ache worse than the bruises.

Then her hand slapped him before she could think. Not hard. Just instinct. Shock.

"What the hell, Harry?!"

"Thought you’d be used to boys all over you by now. Uni and that. Don’t tell me no one’s snogged you behind a vending machine."

"What’s it to you? It’s not like we’re a thing."

"Right. Not a thing. Just you chauffeuring an ex-con like I’m your wounded puppy."

Jan doesn’t answer. Instead, she grabs the front of his shirt, pushes him back into the chair, and straddles him. Her legs tremble but her eyes don’t. She kisses him clumsily, hungrily. Clambering into his lap like she was a girl with bleeding pride and aching hands, desperate for something real. For someone she realised she's always wanted.

Harry smirked against her mouth. “Which do you prefer, posh girl? One boy or a pack of ‘em?”

Jan pulled back, red-faced. Her voice shook. “I missed you.”

Harry stopped. Everything slowed.

“Where’d you learn to kiss like a rabid animal?”

She looked down, suddenly shy.

“…I watched the girls at uni. Some of them. With boys. Behind the arts building. I don’t know. Shut up.”

He stared at her. Jan. His Jan. And he was in awe. “You’re not like them,” he told her softly. “You don’t throw yourself at blokes. You see things.”

Pause. “You like me?”

She nodded.

Harry’s voice dropped. Warm. Real. “Then, when you kiss someone you like,” he says softly, careful to brush her cheek with the unscabbed part of the back of his hand, “they should be savoured.”

Their lips meet again in a slow, gentle kiss. Harry kisses Jan like he means it. Like she’s the only softness he’s ever known. Jan melted into him. And for the first time in his miserable, fucked-up life, Harry Da Souza felt clean.

And for once, he isn’t the damaged boy with a record and a scarred ribcage. He’s just a boy. Kissing a girl. One who waited. One who saw the truth he never let anyone in to see.

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"You remember that day? When I got out of juvie?" he asks.

Jan nods. "You kissed me like you meant it," she says.

“Nah, you did,” Harry lightly teased her, earning a chuckle from her. He lets it last for a moment. Fleeting. Fades fast.

"How do we fix things then, Harry?"

He doesn’t answer. Because his solution isn’t a solution at all. It’s keeping her close by any means necessary. It's grabbing onto the version of Jan who used to hold his face like he was something soft.

"You shouldn’t’ve kissed me that day," he says suddenly. “You kissed me like I was worth saving. I believed it. I still fucking believe it when I’m near you.”

Her face softens for the first time in weeks. "Then come back to me, Harry."

He swallows hard. "I never left."

Jan’s fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him in. Letting her arms wrap around him like she did back then. Like she’s still that girl and he’s still that boy, scared and battered. "You matter to me, Harry. You always have." Then she leans in. Slow and unsure, pressing her lips to his like she’s searching for something still buried beneath the wreckage.

And Harry lets her kiss him like it’s still that night. Like they’re seventeen again. Like the city isn’t about to go to war. And maybe, just maybe, their love can survive all this shit.

[bandgie]

Hiya I just read some of your work and I love it, do you think you could do a Yandre perv Seungmin, only if you can. Have a good day 🥰

a/n: thank you so much! and yes on it!

synopsis: You start to notice little things when Seungmin first moves in with you. Maybe your underwear goes missing and you swear he's starting to use your perfume. Weird, but not necessarily bad. Well, not yet anyway, you still haven't found the camera he's set up.

warnings: nasty Seungmin lol

872 words

Your eyes scanned the floor of your bedroom, confused. You swear you left your clothes out on the bed when you got out of the shower, but it was missing. More specifically, your underwear. Maybe I didn't pull them out, you think.

Even then, this isn't the first time it's happened. You've noticed a huge decrease in the amount of panties you own. Things tend to go missing in the house, that's always been a thing. But why your thongs?

You change into your shirt, wrapping a towel over your middle and lower section before leaving the room.

"Seungmin?"

He hears you call him from behind his bedroom door. Your pretty black undies are pressed against his nose. Granted, they're clean, so the smell isn't as strong. But it does the job. The faint scent of your smell is enough to get him hard, tugging pitifully at his cock.

He shoves the underwear underneath his pillow and sits up. Seungmin shoves his dick in his sweatpants, ignoring how uncomfortable it is to feel the sensitive skin rub against the fabric. He only pokes his head out when he answers. 

No bra, as usual. Your hardened nipples peek through the thin shirt which is slightly wet from your dripping hair. You smell nice, and judging from the towel around your waist, you just took a shower. 

"What's up?" 

You shift weight from one leg to the other, "Weird question, but have you seen my clothes around? I can't find anything to wear."

That's because I have most of them, he thinks to himself. "Uh no? Do you need some pajamas?"

Nodding, you answer. "Please. Just some bottoms."

Seungmin complies and closes the door, telling you that he just needs a minute. Which is half true, it won't take a long time to cum now. Not with the image of you naked in the shower, letting the soap and water drip down your body.

He drops back down on the end and grabs your underwear. He inhales your panties deeply, poking his tongue out to taste just a smidge of you. Seungmin much prefers when they're used. The smell is strong that way, and they're sometimes even warm. He didn't have time to dig through your dirty clothes this time.

Seungmin tears his jogger off and trails the panties down his body until it catches onto his hard cock. He wraps it around his length and slowly pumps himself. Quickly, he reaches for his phone and open his most used app. He's connected the feed to the hidden camera in your room. 

It's wrong of him, so horribly criminal of him to use your obliviousness like this. 

Even then, he can't help the twinge of excitement that courses through him as he views you through his screen. You're in your room, towel abandoned onto your bed. He watches as you continue to look for your undergarments. 

You bend and kneel, giving Seungmin a perfect view of your pussy. It's not aroused, not dripping the slick as it normally would when you played with yourself late into the late. In a way, Seungmin finds it better like this. 

Your complete blindness to what Seungmin's doing turns him on more. Here he is jerking himself off and getting your panties soaked with precum while you remain unknowing. 

Seungmin finds himself bringing the phone to his lips, tongue peeking out to lick the digital version of you. Fuck, he wishes it was you. Your pretty cunt drooling as he'd eat you out. How you'd pull him closer by the hair, suffocating him in you. 

The thought being Seungmin closer to the edge. Maybe you'd let him put his cock in. He would stretch you out so nicely, your perfect walls hugging him. Seungmin can't imagine how warm you'd be, how beautiful your moans would sound. 

The dildo you fuck yourself on isn't enough, it can't be. Whenever he watches you through the phone, he can see how restless you get. There you were, doing all the work just to cum. You'd rather lie down and take it, at the will of the person fucking you.

Maybe Seungmin should play with you while you sleep. Cum inside you so you'd wake up feeling satisfied, complete. It's always been a dream of his. To imagine you waking up to the drag of his cock. Shh, he'd say. It's just a dream.

He's cumming before he knows it. Thinking of perverted thoughts about you always makes him finish.

He's thankful your underwear catches most of the spurts, the rest dripping down his balls. Seungmin stares are your pixelated pussy, watching how you wrap the towel back around your waist once you give up looking for something to wear.

It's then that he remembers how he promised you some bottoms.

Looking through his drawers, Seungmin finds a pair of sweatpants that are too small for him. He takes your cum stained underwear and uses his finger to collect small amounts of the white substance. He smears it into the joggers, making sure to blend it perfectly into the crotch area.

Seungmin only finds it fair to have you walk around with his cum on you. He always does it with yours.

a/n: perv? yes. yandere? maybe not so much. seungmin strikes me as the yandere type to think about you and only you all the time, not necessarily action based hope you liked it! edit: part two here

[taesanluv3r]

sleeping beauty

park sungho x reader

established relationship fic, as requested in this ask! this is the cutest thing i've ever thought of TT it came to mind right before bed and i ran down my bunk bed to type it out in my notes app LMAO. sungho calls reader princess :3 lowercase intended, pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors. enjoyyyy!

wc: 1,742

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"my princess...wherever could you be?"

park sungho sighs but laughs a little at his tendency to speak poetically like he were in a shakespearean novel. he's standing by the tallest tree in the local park, his fluffy hair blowing in the air as a gust of cool wind passed by him. he's been waiting there for over fifteen minutes past their meeting time. it was too out of the ordinary for his girlfriend to be this late. so where was she? where was the usually punctual yn ln?

another minute goes by and the boy decides he couldn't stand it anymore. worried, and hurriedly he begins to walk towards the direction of her house - maybe he'd meet her half-way, otherwise, he'd just have to give her place a visit.

it being the latter, sungho arrives at her front door. he knocks on it once, and then twice before he was greeted by her mother's surprised smile. "sungho! hello sweetheart, what brings you here?" the woman's voice was pleasant; she's quite fond of the sweet boy by the door. "hey mrs. ln, i was just wondering if yn was home? she was running a little late to our date...i got a bit worried, that's all" he, too, ends his sentence with a soft smile, similar to that on the woman's face.

"oh, why she just came back from work about an hour ago...haven't seen her since she went to her room! why don't you come in? it's getting cold out here"

the boy follows the woman in, closing the door behind him as he entered the cozy home. "that poor girl..." his girlfriend's mom speaks up again, peaking the guy's interest. "she's been so busy lately...all with work and college. hardly get's any sleep, that girl! good she's finally on a break, today was her last day of the term, see..." a light-bulb went off in his head at the woman's words.

that must be it, he thought, she must've fallen asleep.

after getting the permission, and excusing himself from the down-stairs living room, sungho begins to climb up the carpeted steps. he takes a left at the end of the short hallway, passing by many pictures of his partner's family before finally making it to her bedroom. polite as ever, the boy knocks softly on the door to let the girl inside know of his presence. only when he heard no response did he let himself in.

"hey princess..."

the nickname he had gotten so used to calling her fades out of his mouth, his lips closing quickly to stop any further noise. there she was - yn ln was fast asleep on the edge of her bed. it didn't quite look like a comfortable slumber however; the girl still had on all her work clothes, the bag she took with her to campus early in the morning slouched over on the floor leaning against her bed-frame as if she had just tossed it there. and her bed itself was a whole mess of its own. sheets unfolded, books and papers scattered all over, the remains of her make-up from when she got ready clustered on her bed-side table, right next to the piles of clothes that stacked up on the floor.

once again the boy sighs, he hadn't visited her home in a while - he had no clue, how much the love of his life had been struggling.

"oh princess..." he calls to her again, though the only sound that came out of her were silent snores. sungho scans the room once more, nodding as the gears in his head began to turn. he scrunches up the long sleeves of his blue knitted sweater, tucking the loose ends of his long-ish hair behind his ears.

first, he moved away everything that was on top of her bed over to the floor, making sure the slumberous girl had the room she needed to rest a little better. then, carefully, he bended down to lift her into his arms as softly as humanly possible so as to not wake her. his hands move down her body to unbutton her work uniform, removing it and tossing it where the rest of her laundry was. he does the same with her jeans, and the rest of her clothes. he stops momentarily to grab a t-shirt from her closet, helping her into it slowly. the boy moves her to the further right side of the mattress - her favourite spot. he drapes the pale pink blanket over her body, stopping right below the chin. he watches as she shifts unconsciously, her body sinking deeper into the covers. sungho takes a step closer, pressing his lips to her forehead and whispering softly into her ear. "sleep well, princess" she smiles, as if she were fully aware of his presence.

"now...where to begin?"

for the next hour or so, park sungho quietly roams around the girl's bedroom. he had put her papers away, placed her books back onto their shelf, hung her bag in the closet, and carefully closed the lids on all her beauty products, putting them down one by one in the separate sections of the drawer under her vanity. he takes a moment to breathe, and to look back at his sleeping beauty, still fast asleep.

then, he dives into the pile of clothes on her floor. he sorts them into piles of whites and coloured before stuffing them into her two laundry baskets that sat in the corner of her bathroom - while he was in there, he took it upon himself to pick up the chunks of her hair that clogged up the sink, wiping her mirror down with a damp cloth as well.

finally, he arranges the mess atop the TV stand, reorganizing her tiny action figures, and picking up the pictures that had fallen off of her wall collage beside the TV. he smiles as his fingers graze the surface of a particular photo-strip; it was from their very first date. he chuckles softly at the obvious awkwardness emitted on his younger face. sungho picks up a push-pin, placing the image on the empty spot it had been in before on the cork-board. he takes a step back, focusing in on each and every picture she had in the collection. his eyes glimmer a little, each photo provoking a different emotion. once again, he falls in love with her.

"su...sungho?"

the familiar voice of his girlfriend steals his attention. the boy turns around at once, meeting eyes with yn. "oh, you're awake!" he says, a smile creeping onto his lips. the girl reciprocates before letting out a yawn. she rubs one eye with the back of her hand, the other one tapping on the spot beside her, inviting him to come over. sungho giggles, but wastes no time in climbing onto the bed.

"what're you doing here-" she cuts herself off with a gasp, "did you clean my room?!" he laughs once more at the shocked expression on her face. "mhm...you were like fifteen minutes late to our date so i got worried and came over here" she gasps again, "oh no...oh, i'm so sorry, sungho! i must've fallen asleep when i got home from work and-" he interrupts her, "shh, don't even worry about it princess" his voice is just above a whisper. he looks deep into her eyes, his hand moving up to caress her cheek. the girl's face gets warm, a red-ish tint painting her complexion at her boyfriend's touch-y antics.

"and..." she begins to speak but stutters a bit, "and my room...you didn't have to clean it all, i was gonna do it tomorrow" he shakes his head, "nonsense..." he leans in to kiss her, their lips colliding ever so sweetly with each other. "...you deserve to rest, princess. i took care of everything for you, okay? so you don't have to stress" sighing, she nods. his hands are still pressed against her cheeks, and their faces so close to each other that their foreheads touched.

"i'm sorry i didn't show up before...that wasn't part of the plan"

they laid down now, his back against the plush bedding and her head on his chest, moving up and down slowly with his every breath, and some netflix show playing on the TV. he shakes his head again, "i told you to stop apologizing, yn..." she laughs, "you know i can't help it sometimes" they didn't speak much after that, just embracing the warmth that came from each of their bodies. his slender fingers danced into her hair, the same way her own ones twirled against his abdomen.

she scoots up suddenly, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. yn places but the lightest pecks against his skin, feeling the goosebumps that formed all over him. she stops to look at him, examining every crease on his face, every crevice, every slight movement. sungho turns his gaze away from the television, face-to-face with her again.

with no words exchanged, the couple melted into each other once more. she had moved to sit on his lap, each of her hands on either side of his broad shoulders. his own gripped onto her waist beneath her shirt- not in any way that was suggestive at all, he just wanted to be in contact with her skin. in fact, this whole moment was wholesome more than anything else.

"sungho" she sighs, catching her breath. "what is it, princess?" he asks, just as breathlessly. "thank you" he smiles, "anything for you..." the boy trails off, carefully flipping the girl over so that she laid below him. sungho holds himself up by an arm, the other one smoothing over her hair and stopping by her chin. yn can't help the butterflies that swarm through her stomach.

they switch positions again, back to the one they had been in before; her head hidden between his shoulder and his jawline, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"i love you" she says all of a sudden, not quite coherently as a yawn took over her voice. the weight of her body against his got heavier, as if she had fully succumbed to his embrace. "i love you more..." he replies, laughing slightly when he turns down to see her fast asleep all over again. park sungho leans in to kiss her once more, even when she wasn't awake, a blush grew onto yn ln's cheeks.

"...my sleeping beauty"

the end.

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aaaaaah i loved writing this so much. ily bf sungho TTTTTTTTTT hope u guys enjoyed this. as usual, feedback and reblogs r very appreciated! tysm for reading :3 love, kona.

[pryllee]

Eating Out?

Blade x Fem! Reader

The title is self-explanatory, cunnilungus / fingering, slight degrading kink, interrupted at the end, reader is implied to have a date + kinda implied to be friends with some benefits...

A/N: Got inspo from an old fic, and old blog I made/had. Wanted to try making it kinda better though, this time with Blade cus his personality fits it juuuuust right... Might've not went the way I planned it, tho.

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"Hey," He calls your name, "Are we eating outside this time?" asking a question, and you raise a thumbs up behind the couch in response.

"Was that a yes or a no? I can't tell what you're truly thinking if you dryly raise a gesture into the air without a word." He emphasized the word ’dryly’, with his brows slightly furrowing in annoyance as you continue to remain silent.

Reluctantly, he decided to walk closer to you to find out what you were so focused on that he didn't need to be in your sight.

"So, a yes?" He spoke again with a questioning voice, crossing his arms as he scanned your figure. Head down, staring at your phone mindlessly.

Suddenly, he let out a disgruntled sigh which finally peels your eyes off the screen thats been distracting you so much.

"Oh... Uhm. Sorry. Just get take out..." You spoke with a dejected voice, raising one of his brows.

"Sure, what should we...—" He stops in the middle of his hundredth question as he found you, once again, boring eyes into your phones screen, stuck in a DM with someone.

The last time he had replied was a few hours ago. When he accepted your proposal out to a cafe — a date.

Your train of thoughts were broken as you felt your legs being slowly spread apart, your skirt stretching slightly.

"Blade?" You voiced a concern, finding his head inbetween your thighs, planting a hand on one of them.

"Actually, I think I'd rather eating out today, no?" He pushes the hem of your skirt upwards, then plastering his mouth onto your clothed sex earning a little confused yelp from you, loosely holding onto his hair.

"So, what happened this time?"

He was used to this, actually. You were always suddenly ghosted by people you've matched with on a dating app.

"Hnn...— The usual..." You let out a shaky breathe, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he slid your panties down, discarding it somewhere near.

"Hm, is that so?" He pauses, slipping a finger inside, "Perhaps it's because of how lewd you are with your roommate." Adding salt to the wound, quite like him.

"God...— You're always, mngh.. The one that...!"

"That what?" He adds another finger, making it two. It's starting to bother you with how still he is.

You buck your hips slightly, hoping for some friction from his rough fingers.

He only watches you.

Eyes analyzing your embarrassed expression, you would try to close your legs for your dignity — but you can't, frankly. His upper half was stopping that from happening.

"C'mon. Show me how much you need it."

This fucker, hes amused. But somewhat, you can't help but feel more aroused in this situation. You grind your hips slightly against the couch, his fingers slowly curling inside.

You grit your teeth, curling your toes as you feel yourself nearing your climax. You try to speed your pace to feel the satisfaction — yet was left disappointed as he withdrew his fingers.

"Nnh...– Ugh, I worked too hard to get off from just your fingers just for you to do that." You pout slightly in frustration.

"Mmh, what a slut. I'll get to that in a second. Be patient." He licks a stripe up your folds, making you shudder back into the pillows. You clutch onto your slipping lips trying to stop a waterfall of moans.

"Aah... Ren" You spoke with a trembling voice, his name slipping out in bliss. Completely forgetting the disappointment he just caused you.

He pushes his tongue in, causing your back to arch euphorically.

Fuck, his tongue, you can feel it all too well—

You whine helplessly when his hand slides down your waist, opting to rub your clit in a circular motion as his tongue thrusted inside.

"Shit! Ren, 's so good–" You sob, clenching onto his hair harshly, putting him into a headlock position as you hang your legs over his shoulders.

Your stomach feels tingly. Your minds starting to fog up at the sensation of his mouth against your lips.

.

You breathe heavily, his forehead touching yours as he knees against the couch with him bucking his hips. Still loosely wrapping your arms around his head, legs being lifted up by him.

You suddenly hear a rhythmical knock on the door, luring out an irritated groan from him at the sound. Probably Kafka.

He reluctantly lets you go, resting on the couch on your side.

"Wait for me, won't you?"

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[alaina-starling]

C.AI Chatbots Master-list

A/N: These are all original ideas, and if you see similarities with others, if it’s an inspiration of something, it will say so in the description.

EDIT (07/02/25) -> I’ve deleted my C.AI app because honestly, fuck AI. I did not delete my account for anyone who still wants to use my bots. Lowkey just thinking of rewriting them as fics…

Additional: Pictures of the characters used are not my art, pictures of actual people are taken from Pinterest.

Requests: Closed <3

PJO & HOO

Charles Beckendorf

save a horse - you’re a city girl who doesn’t know the country’s sayings, so you take his hat

Clarisse La Rue

・❥・ 2802, and it’s all for you - she’s fought 2802 for you

・❥・ solace - she’s not used to being soft, but with you, she can’t help but

Ethan Nakamura

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ghost face - your boyfriend buys a costume to surprise you (revised version)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ gentle moments he adores - he’s a quiet lover, but he needs you to know just how much he needs you

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ bad influence - everyone’s shocked the resident good girl is friends with him

Frank Zhang

ᯓ★ inches short - your boyfriend makes a suggestive comment that he learned from leo

ᯓ★ not worthy of you - he’s staring at the mirror and hating what he sees

ᯓ★ you’re not going to school today - you need to attend classes in new rome university but frank won’t let you

Jason Grace

☁︎ you’re scared of heights - cornered to a cliff with your boyfriend, you need to jump off

☁︎ just sleep - your boyfriend is hard and you want to help him

Leo Valdez

༊*·˚ you’re scared of fire - watching your boyfriend work with fire

༊*·˚ he burned you - he accidentally burned you and now won’t stop apologizing

༊*·˚ dense but lovely - someone’s flirting with him, he doesn’t realize

༊*·˚ practice it on me - you made a comment about being a stripper and your brother’s best friend overhears

༊*·˚ out of my league - he’s in love with you, but just like the others, you’re out of his league

༊*·˚ dirty hands and quiet whispers - his rest is you

༊*·˚ angry confessions - you hated each other but find each other in the rain, and maybe a confession came along the way

༊*·˚ when did we get married? - you look up at the sound of his last name

༊*·˚ wearing another person’s jersey - you wear jason’s jersey and leo gets jealous

Luke Castellan

۶•ৎ drunk castellan - your boyfriend’s drunk and needs you

۶•ৎ a thief and a liar - you lied about having a boyfriend

۶•ৎ rile me up and hurt me - you made teasing comments about letting his brothers use you, now he’s sad

۶•ৎ leftover lunch or a proposal? - you gave him an apple, not knowing in ancient greece it’s a proposal

۶•ৎ quit moving - it’s hot and he’s cuddling you but you want to move, he mutters in his sleep, annoyed

۶•ৎ chess - to distract him from his nightmares, you play chess with him

۶•ৎ distract me so i won’t turn around - you get cornered by guys, he saves you

۶•ৎ nobody loved me when i was nobody - luke forgets about you

۶•ৎ the purity of his doe - he has a corruption kink

۶•ৎ fight for you - you got a boyfriend who doesn’t treat you right, luke decides to beat him up

۶•ৎ a man - even when he’s angry, he remains respectful

۶•ৎ playing in the sun - he’s your best friend but you’re secretly in love with him

۶•ৎ his silly words and their consequences - he lies about never being in your cabin so you invite him in

۶•ৎ his favorite pastime - after a night together, he falls in love with you all over again

۶•ৎ his heart beats your name in morse code - he’s your loyal dog, and he’s utterly in love with you

Niccolo di Angelo

𓆩♡𓆪 he’s innocent and lonely - you’re the only friend that has gotten this close

Percy Jackson

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 riding a death machine - you’re scared of motorcycles, but you’re riding with percy to go back to camp

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 finding home in you - he left camp half blood to go to you

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 he’s your brother - he doesn’t like the new addition to the cabin because they make him question his identity as a demigod

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 married - you’re married to percy

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 defending him - you beat up the kid that was shit talking him

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 mortal girlfriend - percy left camp and has been living with you

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 my biggest sin was loving you - percy is dating annabeth, but you love him

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 teach me - you’re crying, to distract you, percy asks you for a dance

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 jealousy in the shade of stormy grey - you and percy are dating, but he’s still close with his ex: annabeth

Thalia Grace

♕ grumpy lightning and her bubbly sun - luke and thalia are dating

MISC.

Benjamin De Almeida

> quiet for you - ben isn’t that loud when you’re around

> doing your makeup for you - you’re making a video of him doing your makeup for you

> biting - he bites you while you’re in a meeting

note: should i just make them into fics (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[hedonistpoet06]

Crawling Back To You - Part One:

2007! Leo x Female OC

Synopsis: Evangeline Blackwell, or Evie as she preferred to be called, always knew that New York City held an abundance of secrets which she was itching to uncover, hence why she decided to move there for college. However, she didn’t consider that one of the cities' secrets was the existence of a particular blue clad mutant turtle and his crime fighting brothers. Evie thought her biggest obstacle in her first year of college was going to be getting good grades, making new friends and getting used to dorm life. But alas, she now has to worry about a new crime organisation called ‘The Foot Clan’ working under The Shredder, the arch nemesis of the turtle and his family who she was beginning to grow very attached to. However, after too many close calls, Splinter soon realises that perhaps the turtles were not as strong as a team as he believed them to be, and thus Leo was not experienced enough to lead them. So what better fix is there than a year long trip to South America?

Authors Note: This work is also available on my AO3 'heartofthehedonistpoet06' if you wish to read it there!

Word Count: 3,651

Song: The Night We Met - Lord Huron, Phoebe Bridgers

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It wasn’t uncommon for it to rain in New York City, it was more just an inconvenience.

It was especially inconvenient for Evie who had been rostered on the closing shift that night at ‘Urban Greens & Goods’ which was really just an overpriced supermarket with half decent pay.

It wasn’t that she hated the rain, quite the opposite actually. Evie wanted nothing more than to be cuddled up in her king single dorm bed with a cup of herbal tea in hand rewatching ‘Bridget Jones’s Diary’ for the millionth time. Oh how she missed that particularly firm dormitory mattress right now, it would be much more comfortable than how her feet felt after standing on them all night.

But instead, the young college student was going blind from the artificial fluorescent lights in the grocer whilst the store's radio blasted the same overplayed top ten hits for the week. And as the rain poured against the pavement outside, all Evie could think about was how she had to journey back to her dorm room in the pouring rain.

She cursed herself for not reading the weather forecast earlier that day.

The store closed its doors at 10:00pm, however, after counting the cash float, mopping the floors and covering all the remaining fruit and vegetables for the night, Evie didn’t leave until an hour later.

“You gonna be alright heading home in this weather?” her coworker asked as he locked the staff door.

“Yeah, I'll just take the bus. It drops me right outside of campus.” Evie replied, zipping up her waterproof jacket which she silently thanked herself for bringing.

“Alright, well I could always drop you home.” he offered.

The gesture was thoughtful, and Evie appreciated it, but she hadn’t known the boy long enough to feel comfortable sitting in his car and making him drive her home.

Besides, she always caught the bus.

“That’s very thoughtful, but I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

“Okay, just get home safe.”

“I will!” she called out, waving goodbye to her coworker.

The bus stop was only a bit further up the street, meaning Evie could take shelter from the rain and hide under the storefronts while she waited for her ride. She prayed the bus driver had the heating turned on because she was beginning to freeze from the cold air which nipped at her fingers and cheeks as the rain continued to pummel against the road.

A few minutes passed, then it became twenty, soon it turned into thirty.

Something wasn’t right, Evie knew this particular bus came rather frequently. She quickly opened the app on her phone which gave her live updates on New York City transport and traffic. It was a life saver in the first few weeks of living here.

Her cold fingers typed in the route of her usual route and almost immediately she was notified of how the bus was cancelled because of flooding on certain roads from the downpour.

“Shit.” Evie groaned, tossing her head back as she examined the downpour.

There was no way she was forking out a ridiculous amount of money for a taxi and it was right about now she started to regret not taking that lift from her coworker.

So, with no other option available, she decided to walk. It was about a twenty five minute walk back to campus, twenty with how fast Evie could walk when she was determined enough. She flicked up the hood of her rain jacket and rummaged in her bag for her earphones, if she was going to walk this long and in this much rain she had to listen to something to make the time go faster.

She threaded the wires under her jacket and shirt, protecting them from the rain and shoved her phone into an interior pocket of her jacket. Evie sighed as the tempo of her playlist started to reverberate in her ears, she reminded herself of how she would have to snatch one of the good clothes dryers in the dorm laundry when she got home and pray nobody dumped out her stuff, which would often result in a few missing socks.

The rain was heavy, Evie felt the weight of it almost blur her vision, making it difficult to even see the rain soaked pavement in front of her. However, she knew the route well enough, so seeing in front of her wasn’t the problem.

It was the fact that she couldn’t see what was behind her which was concerning.

The blaring music from her earphones combined with the intensity of the rain made it difficult for Evie to hear the sound of footsteps following her.

Evie immediately screamed in shock when she felt a firm pair of hands grab her arms, forcibly pulling her backwards.

Her earphones fell out of her ears from her sudden thrashing against whoever had decided to grab her, she screamed, yelled and cursed as she felt herself being dragged out of view from the bright streetlights and pulled towards the darkness of a back alley.

“Let go of me!” Evie screamed, still jolting her body erratically in an attempt to free herself from her attacker's grip.

However, this only angered him as a slimy hand slithered its way up to Evie's mouth, covering it. She gagged at the smell of dirt, grease and liquor filling her nose.

“Shuddup ya bitch” a deep voice slurred, signs of intoxication evident in his speech.

Evie's blood ran cold as he spoke into her ear, she couldn’t see his face but she could imagine what he had looked like. Vile and oleaginous. This was exactly the type of situation her parents had warned her about when she said she wanted to move to New York for college. She felt incredibly guilty for calling them paranoid when they gave her pepper spray during her move in day.

Evie also felt furious at herself for not accepting that lift, she would take an eternity of an awkward car ride over whatever was going to unfold in this dimly lit back alley.

She tried to do all those self defence tricks she had heard about, screaming, scratching, thrashing, although nothing seemed to pull her away from her attacker. His frame was significantly bigger and stronger than her, anything she tried was futile.

Suddenly, one last idea appeared in Evie's mind as she lunged herself forward, digging her teeth into the filthy flesh of the man who restrained her. She tried to ignore the foul, bitter taste of his skin as it filled her mouth, making her feel even more nauseous.

She heard him scream and curse at the sudden bite, however, even as his grip loosened slightly, it wasn’t enough for Evie to escape.

He quickly and roughly grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcing her body to collide with the wet concrete beneath her. Evies chest was pinned to the ground, making it increasingly difficult to breathe alongside the adrenaline and anxiety which coursed through her.

The man held one arm across her back whilst he used his free arm to pick up her tote bag which had slipped off her shoulder in the process.

“Whaddya have?” he said, talking to himself mostly as Evie couldn’t find it in herself to form words.

As he rummaged through her bag there was a small pathetic part of her which thought that maybe if she cooperated with him, he would let her go.

“Whaddis this shit?” he slurred, growing frustrated as he dumped out the contents of Evie's bag.

She didn’t bring a whole lot to work, just her dorm key, bus pass, her name tag, a water bottle and a few other random items worth next to nothing. The most valuable thing on her was her phone, and that was tucked away in her jacket, which she hoped her attacker wouldn’t realise.

A sob escaped Evies lips as she felt his anger grow. Unaware of what he would try to do next now that she didn’t have anything he wanted.

What made her all the more terrified was the fact she couldn’t see her attacker's face, not only was she facing away from him the rain had continued to pour, making seeing almost impossible.

Evie begged for the man to let her go, insisting that she didn’t have anything, as she continued to plead and she suddenly no longer felt the weight pinning her down.

But then something cut through the air, something that wasn’t Evie's cries for help or the man's cursing, it was a voice, somebody's voice.

“Let her go.” the voice said.

It was a masculine voice, only it didn’t sound as disgusting as her attackers. Whoever it was, his voice was deep yet pleasant, calm but firm and that reassured Evie immensely.

The air quickly became filled with a few confused words from the man and shortly after, the sound of punches and groans echoed in the alleyway.

Evie, who had previously buried her head into her arm in a protective manner, tried to peer over her shoulder and see who had saved her from this god awful situation. But the rain and the darkness made it so all the girl could see was shadows, fast moving shadows.

It wasn’t until the sound of a heavy body colliding with what Evie assumed was a brick wall that she knew it was all over. The alleyway became silent except for the rainfall and the few deep breaths of Evies saviour, whilst her attacker was most likely out cold, or worse. With shaky arms, Evie pulled herself up off the ground, her body still absorbing the adrenaline from the events that had just unfolded.

As she stood up she turned around, expecting to meet the face of her saviour, only she couldn’t. Evie could see what looked like the outline of someone, she struggled to identify any discernible features but she could tell someone was standing there, a few feet away.

She looked to her left, just barely making out the figure of her attacker slumped against the alley wall, knocked out unconscious.

“Are you alright?” the voice said gently through the darkness, making Evie's heart accelerate slightly, only this time it wasn’t out of pure fear.

“Yeah I’m fine…” she said, her unsteady voice obviously betraying her “just a bit shaken up that's all.”

“That's understandable.” he replied “looks like you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, just a homeless drunk wanting anything of yours that's of value.”

“Well, he chose the wrong girl. It’s not like he was going to find anything.” Evie said, deflecting the tension of the situation with humour as if she wasn’t pinned to the ground by a man twice her size just a moment ago.

He chuckled slightly at her response, not expecting for the girl to respond with such wit after a traumatic experience.

“Were you on your way home?” he asked.

“Yeah. I was just on my way home from work, I only had about two more blocks to go until well... you know.” Evie trailed off, gesturing to the man's unresponsive figure.

He chuckled softly once again and Evie swore she felt her chest tighten as the sound filled her ears.

“You know I actually saw you for a while already walking on the street. You shouldn't walk alone in this weather, let alone at night. It's dangerous."

“Wait…” Evie started, realising what he had just said “So you were watching me?”

“I was minding my business on the rooftop when I saw you walking alone, and thank god I kept my eye on you.”

“Hallelujah huh?” she replied “but what exactly were you doing up on the rooftop, mysterious white knight?”

She couldn't see his face but Evie swore that he rolled his eyes at her nickname for him.

“Well if I must answer your question, it's kind of what I do. I watch out for trouble, save people like you from harm.”

“So you’re like a vigilante.”

“Something like that.” he said through a breathy laugh, “although i’d like to think of myself as more of a protector.”

“A protector?”

Curiosity gnawing at her, Evie decided to step forward to hopefully bridge the distance between herself and the one who saved her. Although she noticed how he quickly retracted himself backwards, further into the shadows almost as if he didn’t want her to see him.

“Don't.” he said firmly.

“What?” she asked innocently.

“Don’t come any closer to me…” he spoke up again, his voice softer now but still serious.

“I just want to see the face of who saved me, so I know who to thank.”

“I prefer to stay in the shadows, hidden.”

“Please, I promise I won't tell a soul who you are.”

“Just…” he started, genuinely contemplating this “just know that it was your choice to see my face.”

“I’m aware.” Evie replied.

“And just promise not to freak out, okay?” he asked and Evie was surprised at how cautious he sounded for someone who so confidently beat up her attacker.

“Considering how calm I am after just getting mugged, I'd like to say I'm pretty good at not freaking out.”

“Okay just stay calm, please?”

And with his last plea, he stepped out of the comfort of the shadows, exposing himself to the dim light of the alleyway.

Evie’s breath hitched in surprise as his figure came into view, her breath getting caught in her throat leaving her speechless as she absorbed every detail of her savior’s appearance.

He was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

He stood at least six feet, his entire frame was covered in green skin that looked almost reptilian or maybe more amphibian, Evie just knew he wasn’t human, but it didn’t scare her. If anything, she was intrigued at his appearance.

As her eyes began to wander further she noticed the anatomy of his chest that closely resembled a plastron. His body was adorned with straps of leather, pads for his knees and elbows which was obviously used for protection in combat and upon his back Evie swore she could see the outline of a shell with the handles of two long katanas sticking out either side.

His green skin almost appeared luminous to Evie as the rain dripped down his body, he didn’t seem phased by it all, it was as if it was natural to him. Like he was in his element.

Evie could tell his body was defined by muscle and the discolouration of small scars which littered his arms and legs, most likely evidence of the fights he had endured.

But what surprised Evie most of all was his face, which was green like the rest of him, but it was his piercing blue eyes and matching blue mask he wore across them.

Evie could understand why he had explicitly warned her not to freak out, it was unusual for sure, he looked almost otherworldly, but she wasn’t scared. Perhaps it was the certain softness that resided behind his eyes which made the girl believe he wouldn’t hurt her, besides, he did save her from that disgusting man.

He tilted his head slightly upon seeing Evie's reaction, confused by the silence that consumed them. The turtle was anticipating a terrified scream, but instead, the girl in front of him looked as if she was in awe of his appearance and not completely terrified.

“Are you… alright?” he asked, sounding confused.

“Sorry… I just,” Evie stammered, slightly flustered by her lack of response, “wow.” was all she could say.

He let out a small laugh, taken aback by her reaction as he crossed his arms over his plastron.

“Can I just ask something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you a frog?”

“Pardon?” he scoffed humorously.

Evie felt her face grow hot as a small smile graced the corners of his mouth, obviously not expecting her to ask such a question.

“You know I just thought with the three fingers-” she started.

“Frogs have four fingers.” he replied matter of factly and despite the cold rain, Evie could tell her cheeks were most likely flushed red from humiliation.

“Forgive me, I'm not a zoologist.” she said, holding her hands up defensively.

She watched intently as his gaze shifted downwards and he began to shake his head in amusement.

“No you are certainly not.” he laughed.

“So are you going to tell me your name?” she asked, diverting the topic of conversation quickly to hide her embarrassment.

“It’s Leonardo, but my family calls me Leo.” Leo answered and Evie swore a name had never matched someone so perfectly.

“Leonardo huh? like the artist?”

“Yeah, let's just say my father is a big fan of the renaissance.”

“I don't blame him, it’s a pretty revolutionary art movement.” Evie smirked, tucking a piece of wet hair behind her ear, only just now realising she probably looked like a disheveled mess after just being held against the ground.

“I like it, it suits you.” she continued.

“Thank you.” he said softly, unfamiliar with the genuineness of her words.

“Sorry, um what is your name?” Leo grew slightly flustered himself as he felt rude for not asking sooner, he rarely met new people so his social skills were somewhat limited.

“It’s Evangeline, but please just call me Evie! I hate when people use my full name!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s what my parents call me when they’re mad at me about something.”

“I know the feeling.” Leo replied. “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Evie.”

“Likewise Leo.”

“And just so you know, I'm a turtle.”

“That definitely checks out.” Evie nodded, mentally cursing herself for not figuring it out earlier as if the shell and green skin weren’t clear indicators.

“Can I ask you something now?” Leo asked, purposefully repeating Evies own words from earlier which caused the girl to chuckle in amusement.

“Yes, you can.” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Why aren’t you freaking out or running away?” Evie noticed the seriousness in his voice, and she couldn’t help but feel a wave of sympathy wash over her.

Were people really that terrified of him?

“Why would I be scared of someone who helped me when I needed it?” Evie crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged.

Sure, she was shocked by his appearance but if Leo really wanted to hurt her, he would have done it by now already, so why was there any need to be scared?

Something in Leo's eyes softened at Evie's words, like he wasn’t quite used to getting that reaction.

“Most people tend to be afraid of the unknown. It's usually a natural reaction. I mean, look at me. I'm not exactly subtle.” Leo explained, taking a bold step closer towards Evie, feeling more comfortable somehow.

“I never liked subtle anyway.” Evie tilted her head playfully, her gaze still fixed on Leos.

Leo swore he could feel his heart just about ready to beat out of his chest. Was this girl flirting with him? Or was she just being overly friendly.

Whatever it was, this kindness was a reaction that Leo found foreign and unusual, and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stop talking to her.

However, Leo noticed a small shiver that went through her body, most likely a natural reaction to the rain which had somewhat eased but was still present.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I don't think this rain jacket is doing much anymore.” Evie replied, holding out her arms to display the drenched fabric which was not so water resistant now.

"You can't walk home like this. You're freezing to death. Come on, I'll take you home.” Leo said as he knelt down to pick up Evie's bag and belongings which were long forgotten now.

“Oh, thank you.” Leo simply smiled as he handed her the tote bag which looked almost comically small in his grip.

“Are you sure you want to? I already caused a bit of a scene earlier and I know there's probably other people who need your help.” Evie started, feeling guilty for having played the damsel in distress card once already.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I want to.” he said through a small smirk, “Besides, it's in the middle of the night and you're soaked to the bone. No chance I'm letting you walk on your own.”

“Well, I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all.” Evie replied, knowing it was futile to argue with the turtle.

She had only just met him but his stubbornness was evident enough.

Leo tilted his head, a boyish expression painted his face which made Evie wonder what he was plotting.

“I have another question. Do you get motion sickness?”

“I don't think so, why?” Evie raised an eyebrow, suddenly cautious of what Leo's words meant.

“Because we’re going to travel a different way.”

“What?”

“I hope you like piggy backs.” Evie finally pieced together what Leo meant and she couldn’t quite believe what he was proposing.

“Are you sure?” she asked, but before Leo could answer, he had turned around and picked her up, placing her on his shell as if she weighed nothing.

Evie’s breath hitched in surprise at the sudden movement, but she was impressed nonetheless by his graceful manoeuvre.

“Now I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but what’s your address?” Leo asked as she rested her arms around his neck, careful of the katanas which were strapped to his shell.

“No, not too forward at all white knight.” she replied and Leo chuckled at the mention of the nickname again, “do you know where the college campus is?”

“I do.”

“Well I live there, in the dorms.”

“Well, we’ll get there in no time” Leo said as he adjusted his grip on Evie, making sure she was alright, “Hold on tight, Evie.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Augh I hope this makes sense I've spent like half a day in my notes app trying yo format this lmao 😭

But could you write a valentines day letter from Scarecrow to his lover, but like, his lover has been missing for a while now, so it has this vibe of "I'm going to give this to you when I find you", if that makes sense??

The pains of being a non-native english speaker asdfgh

"Somewhere Safe" Scarecrow x Reader Love Letter (Valentine's Day event 2025)

No worries, my love! I only speak english so I promise me trying to write in yours would be infinitely worse. Also ouch ouch, pain. This is for the now over Valentine's Day Event!

TW: mentions of death/maiming

The following paper is kept in a damaged envelope. The crisp white paper has been crinkled, creased and a variety of minor scuffs to keep it on one's person at all times. The letter inside has been folded, re-folded- There are smudges of thumb prints in the ink, and the familiar appearance of a liquid that long since dried over the paper. It gives the impression that this of all letters, was the most difficult one to write.

To my faraway crow,

First, I should be sorry I was not with you the night you disappeared. Should I have known that the time I kissed your head, it would be the last time I touched you- I would not have let you go. I would have held you within the cage of my grasp even if you'd begged for release. If I had been aware that months would pass and no word, you would have never left my sight.

I wish I could say the fear I've experienced at the myriad of scenarios that could have befallen you could have gained me something. Insight. A stronger sense of purpose. Which is worse, laying in bed and picturing your dismemberment by the hands of an enemy most cruel? Or that perhaps you left? You've simply left after burrowing into the chambers of my heart and soul, leaving only gaps my flesh cannot close.

In taking pen to paper, there's a superstition that you will be back to read it. You must I believe this. I've looked and scoured Gotham and other cities, so I must believe that in writing this, I manifest it into the world that I will be the one to hand it to you. I will continue to search for you, my love, even as my bones ache. If death takes me, my ghost will dredge the world beyond until our corpses can bind.

You are merely waiting somewhere safe. Just outside of my reach, you remain in the veil until I reach you. I will be Orpheus, yet I will not look back. Once I've held you again, I will know you are there.

For love that transcends such as ours cannot be broken by the forces that puppeteer us,

Jon

[cassetteinability]

hidden camera / 931 words

tw: incest duh

@microcest

I really thought I had kept it micro this time oops

Mind if I crash at your place tonight?

Everything okay?

Yes.

I just need a break from my roommates.

Sirius let out a chuckle that his brother wouldn’t be able to hear through the phone. Regulus’ roommates were always a handful; Sirius idly wondered what they could be doing to drive Regulus mad enough to need a break.

I’m still out of town. You have a key, right?

Sirius and his own roommates were on vacation in a small beach town for the week, leaving their large apartment entirely vacant, save their kitten.

Yes. I'm on my way over there now.

Take my bedroom

Sirius dropped his phone into the cup holder of his folding chair and ran back toward the shallow ocean waves, knowing Regulus wouldn’t need anything else from him.

****

“Sirius!” James called from the sand. He was bent over and drying his hair with a towel, his voice barely carrying over the sound of water crashing and birds cawing. “Your phone!”

Sirius pushed against the water as he made his way back to the beach, worried that Regulus was having issues getting into the apartment.

“Who’s blowing you up while you’re on vacation?” James asked, handing Sirius his own towel once he was within reach. “You just got like twenty pings.”

“Reg asked to sleep at our place tonight,” Sirius said, swiping his phone open once his hands were dry. It was a series of notifications from their doorbell camera as well as the camera he had hidden in his bedroom.

Sirius didn’t typically keep a camera in there, but James had asked a neighbor to take care of the cat in their absence, and Sirius wanted to be sure his bedroom remained unexplored.

“Looks like he got in okay,” James said, looking over Sirius’ shoulder and watching the video clip of Regulus pushing into the front door. James clapped him on the back before collapsing down into the sand and cracking open a beer from their cooler.

Sirius nodded his head, only half paying attention to his best friend as he continued scrolling through every video. He had never used the nanny cam before this trip, and it was significantly more sensitive than he had anticipated. It seemed to go off every time Regulus moved, capturing thirty second clips before it was triggered again, capturing another thirty second clip.

The first clip was of Regulus setting a duffel bag on the floor at the foot of Sirius’ bed.

The second clip was him unpacking pajamas.

The third was of him stripping his jeans and t-shirt off.

Sirius tried to close the app, tried to stop himself from watching his baby brother undress; he excused himself from his friends’ presence instead.

The seventh video clip was of Regulus scouring Sirius’ room in nothing but his underwear. His slender body was pale in the dim light of his bedroom, long fingers trailing over the glass of each and every photo lining his dresser. Sirius zoomed in on the footage and watched as Regulus’ fingertips made contact only with Sirius’ face, nail grazing over every set of Sirius’ lips.

Sirius felt his breath catch in his lungs as he watched, a sudden longing filling the space where the air was now gone from.

In the twelfth video, Regulus began rummaging through Sirius drawers.

He found the toys in the space between that one and the next; the thirteenth video clip began with a dildo poised at Regulus’ lips.

“Fuck,” Sirius whispered, sitting in the wet sand at the edge of the shoreline. The bulge in his swim shorts would do nothing to deter his friends’ questions — if not spur the questions on entirely.

He let the cold water lap at his legs in an attempt to steel himself before focusing his attention back to his phone.

Video sixteen, and Regulus was entirely naked.

Nineteen, and the dildo was filling his hole. The camera angle was perfect, the view absolutely filthy and delicious — obscene in the best way. He cursed himself for not splurging on the nanny cam that came equipped with sound.

By video twenty-three, Sirius’ hand was pushing into his own shorts, fighting the way the water made the fabric cling to his skin.

Sirius watched with rapt attention through every subsequent video, eyes glued to his brother’s face, to his hands and his dick and his legs. Sirius spilled into the receding ocean waves with a low grunt, just seconds before Regulus finally came. Their heaving breaths pumped at a matching pace, and Sirius was sure their hearts would be beating the same rhythm as well.

Guilt crawled up Sirius’ spine, filling his veins with it even as he sat sated, high from the weight of his orgasm. He shook his head, willing the shame of what he had just done to not eat him alive for the duration of his beach trip.

That was, until video thirty-four.

The clip where Regulus stared knowingly into the camera and winked, a self-satisfied grin splitting his beautiful face. He tossed Sirius’ favorite throw blanket over the camera, casting the frame in absolute darkness.

Sirius barked out a disbelieving laugh before exiting the nanny cam app and pulling up his text messages. He’d be damned if he didn’t tell Regulus what a brat he was for doing that to Sirius right there on the beach.

If he didn’t beg his little brother to take the blanket off the camera so he could watch him do that again and again.

If Sirius didn’t demand that Regulus still be there in his bed when he got home from his vacation in three days’ time.

[forest-falcon]

Inspired by @riallasheng 's Scott/Alan observation

https://www.tumblr.com/riallasheng/727079051307761664/it-was-just-such-a-cute-little-thing-i-wanted?source=share

Sprout

Lucy rinsed her mouth out in the sink.

Pregnancy was the gift that just kept on giving.

The veteran mom pressed her head against the cool paintwork of the bathroom door.

Only twelve hours until the kids' bedtime.

A distant crash had her acting before she had time to think. She swung the door open and almost collided with a child on the way out.

"Oooh Scottie! I didn't see you there! Everything okay sweetheart?"

Scott nodded, but continued to hover.

Lucy waited. She could tell that he was itching to ask her something...or maybe confess - but what, she had no idea.

A moment passed. Then another.

"Mom, are you poorly?"

That threw her.

Her brain fumbled for words.

"Erm...no love, I'm okay."

She did her best to rally a smile, but she could see that her eldest remained unconvinced.

She squeezed his hand

"Really Scooter, I'm fine."

The young boy hugged her. Blue eyes, so like his father's, drifted up to meet her own.

"But I heard you."

Those eyes challenged hers. Daring her to claim to be fine, when he knew better.

Her little boy wasn't so little anymore.

Usually, it was Virgil who took the title of being the worrier of the family, but Scott had never been far behind. The youngster forever trying to fill the shoes of his legendary father. And forever trying to take care of everyone in his absence.

"Now Scottie, you're the eldest. That makes you the man of the house while I'm gone. I'm counting on you to set a good example for the others and to help out where you can. Make me proud, son."

"I will dad."

"Attaboy!"

Jeff would toussle his hair with a fond smile.

And then he was gone.

For how long, Scott never knew. Time had a habit of dissolving into meaninglessness numbers as a child.

Part of him longed for adulthood so it would all make sense. He'd know exactly how long his dad would be gone for. He'd know exactly when he'd be coming home.

Until then, it would be Mom and him against the world. He had to look after her; she was his constant. As long as he had her, the numbers didn't matter. Mom would always be there to love and reassure. Mom would never leave him.

"Okay, Scottie. Yes I was sick, but no; I'm not ill."

She guided her eldest to a soft seat, where they could have this conversation properly then scooped him up closer for a cuddle on the sofa.

"That literally makes no sense." The child puzzled.

"You're sick, but you're not sick?"

Lucy gave a small chuckle, which Scott emulated without really being sure what he was smiling about.

"I don't suppose you'll really remember before Gordie was born? I think you would have been about six when I was expecting him, seven when he was born."

"You mean when you had the huge belly?"

Scott beamed.

Lucy gave a small laugh.

"Yes. Yes, when I had the huge belly. Well, right at the beginning, I was sick then too. Growing a baby can do that."

Scott pondered thoughtfully for a moment.

"That sucks."

Lucy sighed.

"Yeah. It does suck a bit. But, the payoff is that I got you and your brothers at the end of it all."

She squeezed him in again.

"And, later this year, it looks like you'll be getting another brother - or sister." She watched carefully for the eldest's reaction. Life was already pretty chaotic, though there was no shortage of love.

"But you don't have a big belly now?"

Relief washed over the tired mom.

Scott really was a sweetheart.

"Well, baby's still got a lot of growing to do."

"Oh. So how big is the baby? Is it like...this big?"

Scott roughly gestured the size of a newborn with his hands.

Lucy smiled.

"Smaller Scottie."

"Like this?"

The eldest child closed the span of his hands by half.

Lucy pulled out her phone.

"I have an app on here that can tell us..."

Scott rested his head on his mum's shoulder.

"Let's see...11.5 weeks. Baby is the size of a sprout!"

"A sprout?" Scott said, wrinkling up his nose.

"That's funny."

Lucy kissed the top of Scott's head. He smiled at her momentarily before sliding from the sofa so that his face rested upon her lap instead.

Ever so gently, the young boy placed a hand to her stomach and he smiled.

"Hey there Sprout."

[iseldomunderstand]

It came to me in a moment of inhuman fatigue. Finals had me studying until the dawning sun's rays filtered through my half shut blinds into my dark apartment. I felt like a cryptid in a cave back then.

I was getting ready for bed, too tired to understand the concept of time yet absolutely certain I would not feel any better after whatever amount of it I would spend sleeping. Mouth slightly open, greasy hair, boxers I wasn't sure whether I changed today or not, a drop of drool rolling down my chin, I didn't care. I'm not the kind of person to go out often and as such I'd rarely leave home if not for academic obligations and tended to shut myself inside when on vacation. I tried to remain clean and fresh out of principle but finals preparation was an exception. Anything goes for the sake of finals preparation.

I was under the covers looking blankly at the ceiling. Not a thought in mind, fully lost, the only sensation I felt was a pain in my back, probably due to my less than impeccable posture when slouching over my notes for four hours a day. And as the light of the sun hit the wall next to me through the spaces of my blinds I had left open before going to bed, like the dumbass I am, I made out a word.

"Research"

The rays hit the blinds and refracted through my windows to spell the word very clearly on my wall. It lasted about ten seconds before it just became an assortment of rainbows and slightly yellow light.

"The fuck" were the first words that came to mind in response to this sighting.

I wrote the word "Research" down in my notes app then dozed off, this would have to wait. After a generous eleven hours of sleep, I woke up too late to eat lunch, realized I had to do laundry today and rushed through my shower and "breakfast" (at 4PM) in order to get to the laundromat before it closed.

I forgot about the note for two weeks.

I stumbled upon it while trying to make a grocery list for my birthday cake, and naturally, I freaked out. As tired as I was back then, the details came back to me very vividly yet I was half convinced that it was all a dream or the hallucinations of the sleep deprived maniac I was at that moment.

Generally, people didn't exactly know what they were meant to be good at until they tried their hand at it and realized they were, well, good at it, great even. It's usually mundane stuff. Some people are great at peeling potatoes in a dimly lit room, some are great at speed walking down hills without tripping over a rock and tumbling down, trivial, sure, but useful in some circumstances. The thing is, usually, those people do not get a revelation type visual above their head coming straight from the holy light of the sun into their bedroom.

This type of event is not unheard of but it is extremely rare, it is usually something people born in wealthy families or dire circumstances witness, the kind of people you see on the news as prodigies in their domain; diamond in the rough or born to rule kind of deals. And these were no minor events, mind you, because they were usually followed by plenty of supernatural stuff.

I never followed history classes with a lot of interest, I knew the basics, but the endless quizzing on party trivia never caught my attention, yet I was fascinated by the stories we were told of people with manifestations of their talents. They all sounded fantastical, partly because they were, but also because of the lives the lucky few went on to live afterwards. During world war two, a nineteen year old spy was surprised to read the word "communication" spelled out in blood on the ground after she killed her first victim. She turned out to be capable of telepathy and was extremely useful for acquisition of intel regarding enemy lines and strategies, mind reading is a priceless talent. Not to mention her ability to manage troops on the battlefield.

We're all favored, but not equally, if you get a manifestation of what you have been endowed with, it means you're bound to sooner or later bear heavy responsibilities, and that you've been given the tools to face them. So naturally, when my sleep-deprived corpse saw a manifestation of my talent, I thought I was tripping balls and dozed off straight to wonderland. There was no way I, a disheveled student about to fail my second year in university, was blessed with a manifested talent, and not just any talent but a talent as broad as "Research". Besides, I was fairly certain I had found my gift already, I could parallel park with my eyes shut, well, as long as I was driving with my parents' car so I could use the rear view radar.

"There's just no way I'm gifted like that. "Research" is so broad, that's the kind of deals prodigies get, I'm pretty sure the last chief archivist of the united nations had that, ain't no way."

I suddenly snapped out of my day dreaming and remembered I was making a shopping list for my birthday cake and gathered my stuff to head out. As I walked towards the store, not taking my car on purpose so I'd have more time to ponder, I resumed my reflections, thinking to myself.

"It's too broad, it's just too broad, it's one word and it's so motherfucking broad. "Research" is huge, and a manifestation means it's a big deal."

I started to think about situations where I could have confirmed this kind of gift.

"I don't think it's too hard to be great at research nowadays, if you have a question the answer is usually on Wikipedia anyway, I know how to use google but that's about it. My midnight frantic scrolling sessions through obscure articles isn't anything out of the ordinary. I get obsessed, sure, read article after article, but as much as I devour, the research it takes me to quench my curiosity isn't anything special."

I was beginning to believe more and more that I just hallucinated that one morning, yet, part of me wanted to believe, part of me was too eager to find out. So I figured if I was so good at it, I'd have to research how great this "Research" talent was, if I was gifted with it at all, that is. I strolled through the aisles, mindlessly putting my usual groceries in my bag.

"What's the number one place to do research in anyway, the library? I don't think I've ever been at the one on campus, so I guess that'll be a fun trip. I'll go and enter with one question in mind and see how long it takes me to find the answer without even trying."

I went through self-checkout, conveniently "forgetting" to scan a few items then went home. Once I was done putting away the groceries, the time was six PM. The campus library closed its doors at seven and I lived fifteen minutes away by car.

"Welp, seize the moment as they say."

I grabbed my keys, got into my car and headed to the university. As I drove, I wondered what to even look for once there.

"With something supposedly as strong as "Research" I should probably aim for the stars. What would be one answer the library couldn't possibly have..."

I was mentally flipping through a rolodex of outlandish questions to ask myself, things you'd never get the answer to in a book, not in a public library anyway.

"How many grains of sand in the Sahara desert? Nah, too plain, and I'm sure some deranged mathematician asked the question. How much garlic is too much garlic in garlic bread? Actually, I don't want to know the answer to that..."

I flipped and flipped, I wanted the first one to be grandiose. If I really was gifted with that kind of power, I should start with a bang, make it count.

"How to craft a private pocket dimension. Sure. Why not, let's see if the library has the answer to that. Don't think that's ever been done before."

Just as I settled for that question, I parked in front of the library. Perfect timing.

I entered and tried to figure out the layout of the building, having never been here before. It was a tall building with a full glass exterior, I passed by it on foot a few times and figured the library was on the western wing, but the parking lot was on the eastern side so I'd have to make my way through to the other side once in. The receptionist told me they were closing in a little over half an hour as I walked by, I guess I'll see if I perform well under a deadline sooner than anticipated.

I took a good look at the map of the building on an emergency fire escape plan and made my way to the stairs. My steps echoed as I climbed my way up, the stairwell was at the heart of the building and was entirely made out of concrete, glass and metallic guardrails. You could hear a pin drop five stories above. This was pretty grandiose.

"You know" I thought to myself "If I ever get that pocket dimension maybe shaping it after this place could be a good idea, it feels... Nice, in a way. Aesthetically pleasing."

I pushed the glass doors of the second floor, where the occult, religious, and physics aisles were if the signs were to be trusted. The place was actually really nice. The floor was carpeted, there were reading nooks, and warm overhead lights with a glow specific to the lightbulbs in the lampshade aisles in interior and furniture stores. It was raining outside and the sky was darkening as the moon rose. Truly a magical moment.

"You'd think if I were to get a revelation about my research capabilities it would be in a moment like this, not in a complete daze as I was going to sleep." I thought aloud, mumbling as I approached the aisles I was after. I was progressively becoming more and more reassured in my idea that I had hallucinated the whole event. Still, I came to check and check I would.

"Ok so, crafting a pocket dimension, let's see" I rolled up my sleeves, stretched, then squatted to be face to face with the books. I began to crab walk my way across the shelf, examining title after title, yet not finding much about what I was after. "Eh, thought so. Next." I moved on to the religious shelf, examining the titles and covers I found, yet nothing promising showed up. I had about fifteen minutes left. Well. It was quantum physics or nothing.

I was walking to the shelf as I came across a computer. "Surely" I realized "Surely it'd be simpler to just type 'Pocket dimension' in their database and see what pops up. Hoping they use tagging efficiently." I went to the desk, opening the online register of the available books and did as I planned, going in advanced search, yet, still, other than one or two fantastic novels, nothing came up.

I sighed.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

The librarian at the desk on my floor politely asked me to leave, I obliged somewhat sadly. I walked down the echoing stairs, grabbing the guardrail as I descended towards the exit, the nightguards locking the door behind me.

"Damn. I really was hoping I actually saw something." I walked out of the building as the streetlights lit up the avenue. It felt bittersweet, like your parents buying you a lottery ticket at the school fair and winning nothing. You lost in the end, but the fun was the anticipation. Yet I couldn't help but feel pretty bummed as I got into my car

"I was really hoping I was actually somewhat... Special." I said aloud to nobody but myself. "Maybe I went too strong, I mean, 'How to craft a private pocket dimension' is pretty ou-"

As I voiced my question out loud, what appeared to be a floating transparent sort of computer screen appeared above my passenger seat.

I froze in shock in front of the wheel, the screen glowed softly inside my car in a light blue hue. It displayed a very barren interface, with nothing but a search bar and a keyboard underneath. Above the search bar was a short line of text that read "Quench your curiosity".

Oh. Well. Color me fucking surprised.

I hesitantly placed my hands above the keyboard, looking around to see if anyone was in the parking lot, and most importantly, if anyone could see me, but I was alone.

I typed my question in the search bar, hit enter and was faced almost instantly with a page explaining in detail the pre requisites of crafting a private pocket dimension. All the concepts it involved that were all alien to me were explained in great detail and perfect clarity, what I knew enough about was not elaborated upon. I saw on the right a scroll bar. The page kept going. It was long. Very long. Yet I read through it at a speed I did not know myself capable of, breezing through lines and lines, no, paragraphs and paragraphs in an instant, devouring the knowledge that I sought in a matter of seconds. I finally reached the bottom of the page. I understood it all perfectly. It was clear as day. I knew all that there was to know on the topic of crafting a private pocket dimension. I did not however have the materials for it. I was wondering how I could possibly get my hands on all the required equipment necessary to see it done, then I looked at the screen once more.

No. It had arcane knowledge, but I couldn't just...

I refined my search : "How can I craft a private pocket dimension and get away with little to no consequences." And sure enough, the page displayed an elaborate plan for me to put in action. It was brilliant. There was no doubt it would work.

Oh. My god.

This was all too much. I had a power allowing me infinite knowledge over anything and could make it so I was essentially capable of all I wanted. I had in my hands the power of an actual god.

A flow of questions swirled in my head. Answers I needed. Answers the world needed. What's the meaning of life? Is there a god? How does this even work? What's the system behind talents? Who gifted me this power in the first place? Is free will an illusion?

I looked at the screen. I placed my hands above the keyboard, but then I froze.

This was a trap. A trap of my own making and one I was happily jumping into with both feet. I'm not a god. I'm barely in my twenties. I'm a student and I'm in my car typing away into a floating screen in a parking lot. This was ridiculous. I was about to reveal eldritch knowledge to myself, as if I tried to educate an ant in advanced rocket science. No. I'm wiser than this. I'm not fit to be a god. Not yet. I'm a human and I haven't lived as a human fully yet. This could wait.

I drove home.

I locked my door, threw my keys on my kitchen counter, took off my shoes and body slammed into my bed.

"What the fuck" I said into my pillow.

The screen appeared again. It had disappeared as I started to drive back in the parking lot, but here it was again. I didn't want to fully indulge in its power just yet but I had plans for it.

"How to make this screen appear" and "How does my power function" were the first questions I asked.

The screen appeared anytime I asked a question aloud. Simple as that. I could change how that worked by asking how to change the way it appeared in the search bar. It was a real wonder how in the span of two weeks between the revelation and today I hadn't asked anything to myself aloud. Yet, in hindsight, preparing for finals made it so I essentially talked to no one and only ever muttered a curse or two when going over my notes.

As for my power, essentially, it was as simple as it gets, I asked, it answered. It only had a few safeguards for me not to get hurt, if any research I did would almost guarantee that I either go mad or get killed in the process, the page would warn me and offer to redirect me to pre-requisite pages so I could go about it in a correct way. It was essentially moron-proofed. Besides, if any research or answer involved harming me, it would be highlighted so I did not get myself into any sticky situation or ended up in a sort of evil-genie or monkey paw situation.

I was also pleasantly surprised to learn that the screen was only ever visible to me and would not appear if I addressed a question at someone else in a conversation, so the screen wouldn't appear anytime I asked someone else how things were.

It was incredible. I had all that there was to know in the world at my fingertips, very conveniently too, and just one ask away.

Yet... I didn't want to put it into use quite now. This was the tool of absolute knowledge and power, I could have access to ways to make anything happen in any way I wanted and with little to no repercussion. I could change the face of the world. Make it a better place. But I doubted that I was wise enough to go about the proper course of actions in my questions. I was afraid my own bias would betray my good will. Perhaps I would even go mad with this power. Eradicate anyone or anything that bothered me.

The thought scared me.

So I pondered what the best way to go about all this was.

I had to become wise enough so I would not let my youth and instincts get the better of me, besides, when it comes to bettering the world, the best way to know what is best for it is to live in it. And using my power to go about living the easy way would alter my thinking. I had to live through it first. My mind was set.

I would grow old first, using only my power to ensure I don't die by then, then once I will have seen a lifetime worth, I will be ready. I will finally use it. But for now, this could not work, I was too naive, too young. I would hold true to my standards and values, do my best to do good until the time comes and only then would I take things in my own hands.

I summoned the screen and asked "How do I make sure I can live by the age of eighty-five". Sure enough, the page appeared and the way to go about it was clear as day. I'd have to switch studies, which didn't bother me anyway, and move away.

Then, I asked how to change the way the screen appeared and set it so it would only appear once I explicitly state aloud that I wish to summon my power and make the screen appear.

I looked around my apartment, then at the screen again, taking one last look at it for a long, long time. I was already mentally thinking about packing up my things.

"See you then". It disappeared, then I went to cook dinner.

As a rule, the shorter a skill is, the more dangerous it is. You’ve never used yours. You were scared of what a single word could do.

[wat3rm370n]

It’s imperative to inform politicians about tech scams that target their ideological hopes with false promises.

Crypto mogul donors lure politicians to betray their communities by saying they’re doing it to benefit their communities. It’s a trick.

We can’t just depend on politicians to do the right thing just because they’re Democrats, surely that’s obvious by now.

Tech tycoons and people fully bought in on AI are trying to sell this AI stuff as the solution to so many different problems, that it should be very obvious that it’s not a real solution to anything. It’s like the many quack treatments based in pseudoscience that just get repurposed again and again for various ailments.

The New Republic – Kate Aronoff / April 11, 2025 Democrats Are Embracing AI for the Dumbest Possible Reason – Just say “China,” and everyone except AOC suddenly supports massive data center build-outs that will torch the planet. Researchers at the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis, or IEEFA, expect that all of the country’s remaining coal plants could close by 2040. That’s good news for the people who may now be spared the effects of coal pollution, which are estimated to have killed around half a million people, in one study of Medicare records, between 1999 and 2020. But a striking number of congressional Democrats seem to agree with Trump on the importance of pouring limitless amounts of energy into AI in service of a vaguely worded set of national security priorities. During a House Energy and Commerce Committee hearing on Wednesday—featuring former Google and Alphabet chief Eric Schmidt—Democrats adopted an odd position: It is imperative that the U.S. do whatever it takes to beat China in the race for AI dominance, and Donald Trump is making that harder. “Instead of winning the future,” ranking Democrat Frank Pallone said in his opening statement, “Trump’s economic turmoil could send America’s tech leadership into a tailspin.” While noting the need for safeguards around privacy and energy bills, several Democrats praised Schmidt’s call for energy build-outs for AI. Schmidt’s opening statement contended that the “technological revolution and the prosperity” AI promises “depend entirely on a modern, resilient, and vastly expanded energy infrastructure.” He also argued that the “future of computation” could require “potentially 100x more energy.” He put it more bluntly later on in the hearing: “Let everybody build everything. We need it all now.”

Tech moguls like Eric Schmidt have admitted that it will require enormous amounts of power.

The idea of replacing teachers with AI is a scammy strategy that con artists can sell to people vulnerable to anti-union wish-casting. The false over promises of AI can be invoked to propose all manner of impossible things by people hoping to sell some hapless politician on something. Things that politicians hope can satisfy their more extreme anti-government anti-union backers, and satiate the business interests with boondoggles, and keep the money flowing to their campaigns. I wouldn’t feel at all bad for people who don’t center humanity in their politics falling for scams that ruin them – but unfortunately these are people who are going to ruin it for the rest of us and waste taxpayer money funneling it to trickle down economics ruses that only benefit the already rich, while they simultaneously they refuse to spend our money on us. And then on top of that, wrecking the environment we have to live in.

Bucks County Beacon – Texas Businesswoman Wants to Open AI-Driven, Teacherless Cyber Charter School in Pennsylvania – Among Unbound Academic Institute’s wild claims about educational rigor and success is that students only need 2 hours of daily instruction in core subjects. by Peter Greene | January 17, 2025 Price has been clear that “AI” in this case does not mean a ChatGPT type Large Language Model, but apps more along the lines of IXL Math or Khan Academy’s Khanmigo, that pitch themselves as being able to analyze student responses and pick a next assignment that fits, or perhaps recommend a video to explain a challenging point. If that seems like an extraordinary stretch, Price has decided to go one better and turn that model into a virtual charter model. (…) In Pennsylvania, it’s not legal to run a charter school for profit. But the law says nothing about running the school as a non-profit while hiring other for-profit organizations to handle the operation of the school. In Unbound Academy we find the Prices hiring themselves to operate the school.

This AI-driven cyber charter school idea seems to be combining multiple tricky scammy things all at once. They’re mentioning AI just for the hype because they don’t even mean they’re using some LLM chatbot, so it seems like they’re promoting vaporware. They’re using a self-dealing business model that has been popular with charter school businesses in Pennsylvania for ages now. And they’re pitching school privatization of course. Remote school doesn’t have to be robots and it doesn’t have to be private either.

Pivot to AI – It can’t be that stupid, you must be prompting it wrong – Adobe tells artists to get with the program on NFTs, er, AI – Amy and David 31 October 2024 The catch is that Adobe’s customers aren’t the artists, but the artists’ bosses — who would dearly love to replace these annoying creatives with a bot.

I “pivoted” away from Adobe years ago and I’m so glad I did. But employees of course often have no say in it.

But you just say words like “AI” and “tech” and “future” to some politicians and they don’t even know what it is, but either they see dollar signs or they figure it must be something cool to do. I don’t believe they have ordinary constituents lobbying them for this stuff though, there’s something else going on here. Because is Gerry Connolly the most savvy person to be deciding what the government needs to do with tech?

Nextgov/FCW – Top Oversight Democrat says he’s open to collaborate with the DOGE By Natalie Alms January 10, 2025 01:21 PM ET Rep. Gerry Connolly, D-Va., the new top Democrat on the House Oversight and Accountability Committee, says he’s open to working with Elon Musk and Vivek Ramaswamy’s Department of Government Efficiency in some areas. That may make for strange bedfellows. But the lawmaker — who recently beat Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, D-N.Y., to be the committee’s ranking member — has long focused on the government’s often-aged technology, a shared interest for both Ramaswamy and Musk. In recent months, Musk has posted about federal IT several times, referencing 2023 congressional testimony on legacy tech from the Government Accountability Office.

Something tells me no.

Mystery AI Hype Theater 3000: The Newsletter – March 18, 2024, 10:17 a.m. – US DHS attempts to use “AI” – Three more uses cases where synthetic text is not appropriate, now paid for with tax dollars – By Emily So, in other words: they’re planning on putting synthetic text, which is only ever accurate by chance into a) the information scanned by investigators working on fentanyl-related networks and child exploitation; b) the drafting of community emergency preparedness plans; and c) the information about the laws and regulations that immigration officers are supposed to uphold. I searched the roadmap linked to the press release for “accuracy”, “false”, “misleading”, and “hallucination” to see if there was any discussion of the fact that the output of synthetic text extruding machines is ungrounded in reality or communicative intent and therefore frequently misleading. None of those terms turned up any hits. Is the DHS even aware that LLMs are even worse than “garbage in garbage out” in that they’ll make papier-mâché out of whatever is put into them?

And that’s before you even get to the idea of cooperating with accelerationist burn-it-down tech tycoons who want to drown the government in the bathtub.

Expecting Fascism The second Trump administration is likely to begin with a series of shock events designed to overwhelm our capacity for sense-making. Dave Troy Jan 9, 2025 Russell Vought, a key architect of that plan and Trump’s pick to lead the Office of Management and Budget, has said that he will advise the use of the military to suppress domestic unrest and will enact cuts that “traumatize” federal employees — effectively making conditions so unbearable that those who aren’t fired will be strongly incentivized to resign.

AI is not the answer to human problems. And it’s not even a serious vehicle to government destruction. Going all in on vaporware is a bad idea – especially gambling on this with taxpayer money. But in truth everyone is getting had here by tech tycoons pumping up their own “business” schemes. Nobody voted for this – nobody.

My letter to reps:

Nobody voted for these AI tech “solutions” that are obviously going nowhere because none of this stuff actually works as advertised. I’m not sure why politicians are falling for this and failing to see this nonsense for what it is. Trying to sell us on data centers and such saying “it creates jobs” is the most blatantly obvious trickle down economics bs, because AI’s whole hype marketing is based on cutting jobs and replacing human workers. You can’t have it both ways. It gives away the whole game of “job creators” as just something people say to try to invoke the idea that business owners are some kind of God-like entity to be worshipped or something because some of these business tyrants have megalomania. I don’t want the data centers and the power plants that are devoted solely to these pointless and low quality ventures just to undercut ordinary workers by scamming employers hoping to cut jobs. Nobody I know wants any of this crap. We want coal burning to end, and we sure don’t want these plants burning tires to print cryptocurrency that’s used to scam people, often bilking Americans out of so much money. It doesn’t matter if you’re pro-Trump or con-Trump, nobody voted for AI to take jobs and put data centers into our neighborhoods. And government officials should feel embarrassed and angry that these people are trying to trick and scam y’all with their AI hype & false promises.

Please feel free to repurpose the contents of my letter for your own letters to reps.

I’ve also sent a copy of Boondoggle’s post on this to my local reps.

Boondoggle – Big Tech’s AI Blackmail State and local data center extortion is going national. Pat Garofalo Dec 18, 2024

Note: Some people local to me in NEPA (Northeastern Pennsylvania) say pro or con instead of pro or anti, I think it comes from the idea of a “pros and cons” and also maybe people might feel it’s softer than saying anti-something.

And if anyone needs an explainer on what AI really is and most importantly what it’s NOT, I recommend the youtube video explainer AI does not exist but it will ruin everything anyway by Angela Collier and also recommend the twitchstream & podcast Mystery AI Hype Theater 3000.

[electrhea]

One Of Us: II

☆ Vamp!Rhea x afab!Reader

★ Word Count: 336

Author's Note: New character; her and Rhea are technically enemies. The character's name will be revealed in a later part.

+ (All Spanish phrases in this fanfiction were translated with the DeepL translator app.)

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I felt her energy from the ring to her dressing room. It didn’t feel good. With closed eyes, I watch the scene like it’s right in front of me.

A red flash of light. Smoke clings to her body. “Que carajo,” Rhea knew something was wrong. “Pendejo…” she mutters at the sight of a Voice’s sudden appearance.

“I understand you’ve caught a victim,” the Voice says passively to Rhea, but she remains silent. “Do I have to show you how to be our own kind?”

“Tócala y estás muerta,” Rhea finally threatens, but the Voice only cackles for a half-assed response.

“Don’t you know you can’t kill the undead?” the Voice asks with snark and protracts its fangs as a threat right back.

“Mocosa.” Rhea balls her hands into fists out of frustration. Do these two know each other? “Vete al diablo.”

“Been there, done that.”

“Muy bien!” She sarcastically claps.

“Aww, celosa?”

“In your dreams, pipsqueak.” Rhea steps a heel to the Voice’s throat until it suffocates enough to pass out and splurge blood ‘til its True Death™, then kicks the corpse out of the ring to dissolve from flesh into thin air.

She comes back into the room but locks the door shut. She kneels down to my level and cups my jaw, scanning my face for any harm that might’ve been done to me while she was gone. “I’m okay, Rhea,” I assure her.

“Good. As I expected. I want you to meet me someplace tomorrow, can you do that for me?”

Me? Meeting her? Fuck yeah. “Yes ma’am.”

She chuckles. “Good. There’s a bar ‘round here I want to take you to; B4B is its name. I’ll call you to remind you in-case you forget.”

“You have my number?”

“Not yet,” she smiles innocently.

“You’re lucky I came prepared,” I say, handing her a card with my number on it.

“Good girl,” she praises. Little does she know how those words make me want to fold like paper and melt like ice.

[Masterlist]

[unfaithd]

@singofus asked : The one benefit of communication through text-to-speech was that it could all be carefully written in advance. At least his starting words. So, here they sat in his car with a coffee at the time he'd arranged. Sitting here in the quiet as his...son awaited the artificial voice to start speaking his words. Words he'd been thinking about since driving by the cemetery, doing his research. Seeing Fýlix having a picnic at his mother's grave. On this side of the family, he was all Fýlix had. Disappearing father's seemed a pattern, one he'd made. Fýlix could decide if he wanted it to continue. For himself this time. "This was all written in a chunk. If you need anything repeated or the phone shits itself, I'll repeat." Technology was tempremental but he was unfortunately forced into using it. For a moment his thumb still hovers over the button but he takes a breath and presses play on the app. It shits itself for a second but then the male voice does start processing the paragraph. "I just thought it was time you got an explanation. Why I never stepped forward, what my life's been like. Why I wasn't a father to you. Then the ball is in your court, you can do what you want with it. I'll respect whatever choice you make. Work on my part." "So, a summary of my life." It really was a whistlestop tour. "I don't really remember my father. He died when I was small. Then my mother had my half-siblings by herself when I was ten. She then focussed on building her career, securing our futures. It worked out for us now. Back then, it meant I was a teen dad." By now he'd just stopped beating around the bush when thinking about it. "They even called me it when they were young. I didn't stop them. Still don't." He leant back in his seat and closed his eyes, letting himself be a little cowardly and not watch the man's reaction to any of this. "Then they turned into adults and I went on this big rebellious tour of the country. Took my bike and ran off. Met your mother on it. We were only together a few months and I left again, but she knew I wasn't gonna be around long. I didn't hear from her again...but I heard some rumours she was pregnant. I wasn't an idiot, I knew there was a big chance it was my kid. But I'd just stopped being a parent, mother had gotten her break too. I'd told myself I'd never have my own kids. I'd done enough of that for a lifetime. So I buried my head in the sand and it seemed to work. Until I got sent through a wad of documents and a letter threatening to expose me, expose you to my family. My relationships. Realised then that I couldn't bury my head anymore, wasn't gonna let anyone hold this over me. So, I told them. Then you found me." That was the end of the first chunk. Charon took a moment, making a grunt as if to say 'hold on' and played the next. He'd just wanted a distinction between the two parts. "The other part of this, is my job. You're bright, I figure you know who I work for. What they're involved in. When you came looking for me, so soon after my shit went down, I thought you'd be dragged in further. Then I found out who your girlfriend is, her family. Then I knew you'd be fine. They know their security." Another pause. "Maybe if I'd known your mother had passed, I'd've done something different. I don't know. But that's what I wanted to tell you. It's no sob story, it's no excuse. I am an absent father. But now you know why. At least that question's been answered." Charon hoped that would give him closure, should he wish to step away again. But he'd wanted to at least clue him in, so he doesn't spend any more time wondering.

athens  ,  202x  .

fýlix  remains  leaning  his  head  against  the  closed  glass  of  the  window  .  he  doesn't  know  what  to  do  with  his  body  ,  so  he  settles  for  trying  to  take  up  as  little  room  as  possible  .  he  kept  his  sunglasses  on  ,  not  due  to  sensitivity  ,  but  for  his  own  comfort  -  and  ,  he  imagines  ,  his  father's  .  to  not  have  to  see  his  unseeing  eyes  . 

eyes  his  mother  told  him  were  the  same  hue  as  his  father's  . 

he'll  never  know  . 

the  text  to  voice  is  …  smoother  than  he  had  anticipated  it  would  be  .  given  that  this  is  one  of  the  ways  he  can  express  himself  ,  it  makes  sense  he  would  have  put  time  and  energy  into  keeping  it  as  he  would  like  to  be  experienced  . 

and  he  listens  . 

he  listens  to  everything  ,  all  the  context  his  mother  had  never  given  him  .  she'd  not  been  able  to  ,  from  what  it  sounds  like  .  she  didn't  even  know  the  man  she'd  laid  with  . 

fýlix  can't  blame  her  ,  though  .  that's  his  mother  .  he's  done  being  mad  at  her  ,  wondering  why  she  hadn't  fought  harder  ( or at all , really ) to  make  his  father  stay  . 

he's  made  his  peace  with  it  . 

“  thank  you  ,  ”  he  murmurs  ,  and  he  means  it  .  charon  certainly  didn't  have  to  go  out  of  his  way  to  explain  all  of  this  ,  in  a  way  fýlix  could  understand  . 

he  swallows  ,  thinking  ,  sitting  up  from  the  window  .  it's  hard  ,  not  knowing  where  his  arms  go  ,  so  he  clasps  his  hands  between  his  knees  as  he  speaks  . 

“  i  don't  …  know  how  much  of  my  story  you  know  or  even  care  to  know  ,  but  i'll  start  at  the  present  .  i'm  not  in  the  market  for  the  type  of  parental  guidance  i  would  have  needed  growing  up  .  i have my path , and i think i'm doing pretty well , all things considered . i'd  rather  just  …  get  to  the  adulthood  part  .  weddings  ,  children  ,  vague  holiday  whatever's  ,  that  stuff  , you know ?  ” 

he  waits  a  beat  ,  and  then  turns  towards  where  he  can  hear  him  breathing  . 

“  if  you  don't  want  that  ,  tell  me  now  .  no  harm  no  foul  .  but  i'd  like  to  see  ,  ”  he  chuckles  at  himself  for  a  moment  ,  in  reflex  ,  “  where  that  could  go  .  if  you  wanted  .  " 

[keeps-ache]

breaking news! i am in the barrel

[onlyswan]

summary: in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

> fluff, dashes of angst / wc: 4k

> warnings: mention of blood bc oc gets scratched :( + is ready to throw hands at jk’s ex and then cries lol, taehyung cameo and mentions of yeontan :P + a line of jk reminds me of the orpheus drabble <3

note: last one for a while as i take a rest from writing and process jimin’s album <3 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! it goes a long way :]

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“jungkook, you’ve been in there for an hour! answer your phone!”

you click your tongue in annoyance, bouncing your thighs up and down as you fiddle with the controller and collect your kills with reckless tenacity. the ringing of the third phone call he’s receiving in the past ten minutes is overpowering the volume of the game, which you turned all the way down just enough so that you can faintly yet clearly hear it. well, right now, you can’t anymore. again.

“baby, you’re home?!” jungkook yells in surprise, and you spare him a glance.

half of his naked torso is peeking out of the bathroom door, and he looks like a maltese puppy who heedlessly jumped into a swimming pool, hair still dripping wet and pure excitement painted all over his face.

“who’s calling anyway? you can answer it for me!“

“can’t. i’m playing call of duty.”

“you’re what?!” he exclaims, but his voice enters your ear then escapes from the other as you remain deeply absorbed in the game. he disappears for a minute before emerging from the bathroom, half-naked with a striped white and khaki towel wrapped around his waist down to his knees.

you’re situated on the floor with your back leaning on the couch. he stands beside you with his hands on his waist, watching the television screen in sheer curiosity, which then morphs into astonishment. “wow, you’re actually playing it… i haven’t seen you touch your controller in months. but why are you sudden- yah! what is this? how are you doing so good?!”

the phone lying on the center table lights up once more. the incessant noise is seriously getting into your nerves and you’ve had enough of it, gritting your teeth as you snap. “i’m begging you. answer it. or i might break something.”

the irritation embedded in your voice makes him jut out his bottom lip sadly. more than that, your facial expression and body language evidently scream that you’re feeling on edge. you didn’t even bother to let him know that you’ve come home, and he’s uncertain if you nearly muted the volume because you don’t want to listen to the ear-shattering sounds of ammunition being fired or you don’t want him to hear them.

he picks up the phone per your request, eyebrows knitting in confusion when he fails to recognize the number flashing on the screen.

“it’s an unregistered number. i don’t know who- oopsie-” he scrunches his nose, chuckling because he accidentally ended the call when he muted the device. it vibrates with a new message from the same person not too long after.

“it’s my ex?” he blinks with a blank expression on his face. he intently reads the content of the text, tugging at the silver ring piercing the corner of his lower lip. “uhhh- she’s… asking me to put in a good word for her… because she applied to be an in-house choreographer at- at the company.”

on the other hand, you feel like a bucket of ice water was dunked over your head at the mention of your boyfriend’s ex-lover. your vigorous focus on the game wavers, but luckily, you’re already so close to finishing, and you still maintain half a mind to end the game in your own terms. the word ‘victory’ flashes on the giant screen, and you almost break down into tears because god knows you needed a fucking win today.

jungkook gasps in amazement, whipping out the camera app to capture a photo of your achievement. “did you just fucking win solo versus squads?”

the thing is… you’re not the biggest fan of these games. sure, you play occasionally (only using his accounts because you like how he already has most items unlocked and you can freely play around… you like to pretend that you’ve never been scolded for making him rank down before), but you prefer the relaxing types with adorable and colorful graphics. and just like he said, you haven’t touched your controller in months, which must be the reason why he’s pleasantly surprised. you won’t be shocked if you get bombarded by his gamer friends to play with them tomorrow, by the looks of your boyfriend proudly typing away at his keyboard while smiling from ear-to-ear.

“don’t move on too fast.” you breathe out a deep sigh before standing on your feet. “which ex? that bitch you broke up with because she kept on picking stupid fights with your friends? and now she wants to work with them?”

the combination of your harsh intonation and the recollection of dreadful memories make him wince. that relationship didn’t end on good terms, so this is confusing to him as well. it was a person he wholeheartedly liked, but they barely lasted six months because the way she treated those who are near and dear to him, unkind and discorteous, eventually turned him off and made him nothing but angry. she tried to convince him that she could change, but it was his decision that could no longer be changed.

does it even matter? he didn’t dwell on it too long, anyway. because then, he met you.

“yes,” he shortly answers, flipping his phone so the screen is facing you.

your brain chooses to not register any of the other characters used in the text except for those at the end: the flirty ‘Thanks babe! I miss u so much. See u around soon. Let’s catch up’ and winking emoji blowing a red heart next to it. you release yet another sigh, this time shaky and frustrated, and you gently move his hand aside to get the phone out of your sight. a headache is beginning to blossom at your temples, and you truly do not have the energy to deal with this bullshit right now.

“you must know how i feel about this, right?”

“i’m not sure-”

“like if she calls you ‘babe’ infront of my face i won’t hold back and i will claw her eyes ou-“

“okay, okay, baby, i got it!” he chuckles, taking a hold of your arms to pull you closer to him. he plants a sweet kiss to your lips, hoping that would aid in putting your mind at ease. “i won’t let her call me that again, hmm? or do anything that will make either of us uncomfortable for that matter.”

“good. i trust you. do whatever you want.” you speak softly, giving his rosy cheek light pats. he always looks a dash more attractive when fresh from the shower, so entrancingly hypnotic when bare-faced that it makes you want to fall on your knees and worship the stardust making up his existence.

unfortunately, your mind is too clouded and restless and you can’t stay to admire him some more. you withdraw from his hold, the cold drops of water from his hair sliding down to your forearm and you wipe them away on his towel.

“i’m going out for a bit. i need to buy something at the convenience store.”

you don’t wait for him to answer. you head straight to the bedroom to collect your essentials.

“wait for me. i’ll go with you!”

you return wearing a long purple jacket over your blue t-shirt and white sweatpants, also carrying your phone, wallet and pepper spray.

“i’ll be fine alone. i got this.” you wave the small bottle infront of him before stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

the front door rings as it opens and shuts, and jungkook despises the weight sitting on top of his chest— heavier and heavier with your absence. he still wanted to insist on tagging along, worried because it’s already late at night, but he gave up when he sensed that you really need to be left alone.

“shit, let me take care of this first.” he tilts his head to the side, and then the other, cracking his neck before he scrolls through his contact list to make an important call.

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the soles of your sneakers scratch the rough asphalt as you lazily drag yourself to the convenience store. you’re having one of those kind of bad days- you woke up this morning mad at the world for a reason you couldn’t decipher, and it only got worse after you left the house for work. you brushed against someone while chasing the bus and the zipper of their bag scratched your arm that it bled uncontrollably. the nearest restaurant to your workplace was closed and you had to walk an extra kilometer. you didn’t have the time to text jungkook and complain about the shitty day you’ve been having. and you had to suffer the bus ride home beside an old teacher from high school who never ran out of uninteresting stories to tell.

oh! and how can you not mention that you were subjected to remembering that your boyfriend fell in love with other people before he knew you? the mere mental image of jungkook being emotionally and physically intimate with somebody else is a strong punch in the gut that makes you want to run in a corner and hurl.

and to rub salt on the wound, his ex-girlfriend, who is more than comfortable to reach out to him with an old term of endearment, wants to work at close proximity with him after saying ‘i miss you so much’… was the ‘so much’ necessary? was saying ‘i miss you’ necessary at all? you don’t know her intentions or if she even has any, and you don’t care if they’re good or bad. you simply cannot bear the idea of having to be constantly plagued by these vexatious musings.

maybe a good cry would help, but the tears won’t come out of your stinging eyes blinded by bright and flickering neon shop signs lined up beside the street. they’re saltwater in your lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe and to make sense of why you don’t feel like yourself today. it’s hormones. it’s always the hormones, you try telling yourself.

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you’re sitting infront of the glass wall separating the sidewalk and the convenience store, watching the humans and the cars speeding past without much thought in your head… except for the hellish torture you’re inflicting on yourself. you sniffle loudly as you chew the spicy noodles in your mouth. your tongue is tingling and almost numb, but you lift up the flimsy wooden chopsticks to eat more of it because somehow, this is exactly what you needed. perhaps, it wasn’t accidental when you ended up pouring most of the buldak sauce.

however, your own little bubble gets popped by a tattooed hand you recognize all too well. it sets down a bottle of cold water infront of your cup of noodles.

“hi there.”

jungkook kisses the top of your head before occupying the stool on your left, which is the second seat farthest from the door that chimes every time a new customer walks in. he is very much not naked anymore, wearing a plain white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his hair is still damp, bangs forming a perfect comma on his forehead, and the thin silver chain dangling from his delicate neck sparkles when the light grazes it.

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

the doe eyes behind his glasses smile at you warmly as he wipes your swollen lips, the paper napkin you’ve been neglecting now stained with the dark red sauce.

“you’re here?” you ask dumbly, wanting to slap yourself right after the words escape your mouth because yes, what the fuck, he’s here. he’s touching you, and he’s real.

“of course, i’m here,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek before he answers, sounding upset. he removes his glasses and places it on top of the long white table. “i just wore the first things i saw then speedwalked here. i was sorting out the laundry and your handkerchief had blood all over it! care to explain?”

you guiltily avoid eye-contact, reverting your attention to the food as you poke and mix the noodles that have gone dry due to the cold air. “you didn’t have to. i already cleaned the wound twice- my left arm just got scratched.” you shrug your shoulders meekly. “i had a bad day, that’s all.”

“who do i have to fight, huh? who hurt you and ruined your day?” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to make you look at him. his sincere concern is written all over his widened round eyes and creased forehead. “tell me, baby. i’ll make them pay.”

“well,” you anxiously sink your teeth on your bottom lip, a hesitant effort to control yourself because the particular word tastes too sour on your tongue. “your ex was just my last straw, you know? i don’t even want to call you ‘babe’ anymore.” your voice gradually quiets down in exasperation.

“why not?!”

you roll your eyes with a huff, pushing his hand away. “you’ll just remember her every time i say it.”

you grab the bottle of water, twisting off the cap and hissing when its ridges scratch the heel of your palm. you take big gulps of the beverage, feeling refreshed after the burning onslaught that assaulted your mouth.

“oh, come here. you- i need you closer.”

you squeak when you feel the heavy metal chair moving closer towards jungkook’s direction, one hand flying to your mouth and the other gripping his shoulder in fear of falling. he jokingly copies you when you send him a sharp glare. he puts an arm around you to affectionately hold the curve of your waist, anchoring his elbow on the table to rest his face on the palm of his hand.

“i took care of that, alright? i asked the company and they told me they put her on the waitlist. pretty sure she knows, too- that she’s not getting the job.“ he raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows in jest, playfully sticking out his tongue. “i told her i can’t help her, and not to contact me again in the future because i’m in a committed relationship. with you.” he squeezes your hip to reiterate his words. “then i blocked her number. i thought i did it before, but i guess i forgot to? ah, i don’t know!”

a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips and he happily grins when he notices, deep dimples making an appearance. unable to resist the urge, he briefly draws closer to kiss your cheek.

“besides, i forgot she even existed. why would i think of her when my favorite person is right infront of me? that’s absurd.”

he was truthfully flabbergasted at the foggy memories that resurfaced when he read her name, had one of those ‘oh, that’s right, this happened,’ and ‘why the fuck did i like this person again?’ moments.

“you’re the only one i think of when i hear the word ‘babe’. and when i hear love songs, or breakup songs, because they make me imagine us breaking up and i get so fucking sad.” his expression crumples into a look of sheepishness after spitting out the unplanned confession.

it’s terrifying at times, how an imaginary breakup with you feels more painful than his past heartbreaks combined. he almost lost you once, and he won’t let that happen again. he removes his hand on your waist to tenderly caress your hair when you bury your face in your hands.

shaking your head, you giggle at the genuine distress lacing his voice when he said the last sentence. “what are you saying?”

and then it finally happens.

restrained sobs replace the carefree giggles racking your body. your hot tears soak the palm of your hands until they drip down to your wrists. your frail voice comes out trembling, shattered, and disgustingly vulnerable for a space scattered with prying eyes and ears.

“…i just- fuck, i don’t want to say this but- i don’t think you understand- that i’m selfish. and i want you all for myself. i can’t stand that everybody wants to have you. i hate it, jungkook.”

your name rolls off from his tongue with a soft sigh as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. the comfort of his love and warmth further breaks you down, and you almost make yourself bleed to keep your cries quiet. his silken lips brush against your temple before he puckers them for a kiss that lasts four, five, six… seconds. you begin wondering if he might just stay like this forever, not that you mind, until he detaches himself to speak and you hear the smooching sound that signals the end of it.

“shhh, trust me, baby. i do.” he rubs your shoulder to soothe your tensed up body. “but i don’t care about that. they can die trying because i only want to be yours.”

you swallow the lump in your throat as his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings. you wiggle out of his secure arms, wiping your tears with the paws of your jacket as you force a smile. “it’s embarrassing. i don’t want to cry here.”

“how about in there, then?” he teasingly undoes the third button of his shirt, exposing more of his honey skin to the cool air. it reveals the rest of his silver chain, and his defined pecs are also peeking out. you whine in protest of his scandalousness, pounding his chest lightly with your closed fist.

he chuckles, corners of her crinkling with mischief as he buttons himself up again. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding-” he cradles your face in his hands, gingerly wiping away the tears still rolling down your cheeks.

between the two of you, he admits that he’s the one who cries more easily. it takes a colossal build-up of emotions for your tears to be released, and today’s influx caused your sink to overflow at long last. seeing you weep, it feels like a direct stab to the heart— especially unbearable, twisting deeper, when he’s part reason why. even so, it’s a big relief when the weight you’re carrying is being unloaded. but he understands that you don’t want to do that here… not here.

“as if you’ll let someone steal me away from you, huh? i know you, you cunning minx.”

you feign innocence, batting your eyelashes. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that’s exactly what i’m talking about.” he smirks before planting a chaste kiss on tip of your nose. “don’t cry anymore. i love you.”

“i love you, too. but-” you sniffle, frowning at him as you motion at the cup of noodles infront of you. “why did you have to go and make me feel better? i don’t feel like finishing this anymore. it’s too spicy.”

“yeah, i can tell. look at your face. oh-” he squeezes your puffy face in one hand. “you were already crying eating that, poor baby… i’ll just finish the rest, how about that?”

“please,” you smile sweetly, delighted with his preposition. “i’ll buy ice cream. do you want anything? beer?”

“beer-” his face lights up like a christmas tree when it dawns on him that you said the word simultaneously.

you beam proudly, recounting the time you’ve been well-acquainted with every nook and cranny of jungkook’s essence of being. “did i pass the test? i’m taking my master’s degree in kookology.”

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after jungkook finished your spicy noodles, he claimed his appetite only treated it as an appetizer and it demanded to be served ramyeon for the main course. that brings you to this moment, your boyfriend applying bandaids on your arm while he waits for his food to be cooked. concurrently, you devour your cone of vanilla ice cream.

“babe, i think two is enough.“ you attempt to stop him from opening another one of the teddy bear patterned bandaids. he found them displayed by the counter when he paid for the ramyeon, and only then did he realize that he forgot why he ran to you in the first place.

“they’re not- it goes all the way down your elbow.”

and you can’t argue with him because he looks undoubtedly pissed off, his expression instantly darkening when he saw the damage that damn zipper did to your skin. if this happened to him, he would be in a terrible mood for the rest of the day, too.

he plants a healing kiss on top of each one and your heart flutters at the loving gestures, but you feel a little ridiculous walking around with three bandaids running across your arm. you decide to wear your jacket again in order to hide them, since you’re freezing beside the airconditioner anyway.

jungkook starts eating his second round of noodles, but not before boasting that he perfectly separated the wooden chopsticks unlike you. you roll your eyes at his cocky grin and tiny dance of celebration, taking another bite of the cone you’ve consumed halfway.

the two of you comically freeze at the same time when a familiar ringtone tickles your ears.

“who would be calling at this hour? it’s 1am!” jungkook puts down his chopsticks to fish out his phone from the depths of his pocket, his thick satoori accent slipping out as he chides the person on the other line. he shakes his head with a laugh when he sees the name written on the screen. “ey, of course, it’s him again. i knew it.”

you watch him with an amused smile, his reaction giving you an inkling of who it is.

he answers the video call and props up the phone on his tall can of beer, grabbing his chopsticks to resume eating. “hyung, did you just wake up again?”

judging by the background, taehyung is in his gaming room. the given keywords being messy hair and eyes as puffy as yours, you’re pretty sure the answer to your boyfriend’s question is yes.

his deep and rough voice rumbles through the speaker. “jungkook-ah, i just caught up to our gc. where’s ___?”

“with me. why?” jungkook answers, words muffled as he chews and bounces his legs with the pleasure of having his food craving beyond satisfied.

taehyung ignores his question for the second time, instead calling out your name to catch your attention.

“whyyy?” you mimic his sulky tone, slightly shifting the phone to the side to show him your face.

you snicker when he flashes you his famous boxy smile, almost choking on your ice cream when his following remarks cause jungkook to throw a fit.

“play with me. no one else is awake and i’m getting bored of jungkook. he doesn’t want to play new games.”

“yah! you know i can still hear you, right?!” he takes a break from chugging his beer to throw his retort.

“i know, i wanted you to.” taehyung blows a raspberry at his best friend.

you grimace, stealing the opportunity to butt in before their banter lengthens. “listen, i’ll play with you if you let me play with tannie again.”

he opens his mouth to answer, but he quickly closes it again to stare at you nonchalantly. you impatiently quirk an eyebrow at his silence. “soooo?”

“wait there. i’ll think about it.”

and then he ends the call.

jungkook throws his head back, bursting into vibrant laughter after witnessing the interaction, and your head drops on the table with a pitiful whimper.

with bam staying at the training center for the meantime, you awfully miss the rush of happy chemicals flooding your brain in the company of man’s best friend. it was two weeks ago when you and jungkook hung out at taehyung’s house. you spent some time with yeontan at the park after you complained about getting bored watching them play ‘i’m on observation duty’. and he wasn’t… very happy when his dog started flat-out ignoring him in favor of your presence ever since you came back from the walk. tannie was adamant on sitting on your lap during dinnertime, even almost following you past the front door when it was time for you to leave.

“aww, my baby.” jungkook strokes your back with faux sympathy. “he hasn’t moved on from it yet. give him some time… maybe, like, five more minutes?”

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