#hey it's Rey! :D

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MORE BLUE LOCK THOUGHT COMING RIGHT UP 🩷🩷

- when bachira got declared the runner up i immediately had to think of that fic you wrote where he tries to tickle monster his way through the top three because he misses isagi. imagine he does it with the top six but this time it's just for funsies, like he just walks around attacking them and observes their wildly different reactions

- i NEED chigiri's mom to join the mom squad i love them so much i need them to go on coffee dates and gossip about their sons i need them to put the boys into chic clothes and drag them to a classical concert and they're having the time of their lives while their sons sit there and all exchange glances like "we could be playing soccer rn" while also pretending not to know each other because they feel so stupid in their little suits and ties

- barou?? on the field?? BAROU ON THE FIELD???? *screeches*

- yukki and nagi expand on the games they play to pass time and rin pretends not to care but one night they play Who Am I and nagi does such an accurate impression of isagi that it makes rin laugh and he joins the game after that. they didn't plan on telling anyone but then yukki subconsciously imitates something karasu does at practice and it's so spot on that they get ratted out

- i'm just thinking about this because i had a tiktok on my fyp that had reo and chigiri edited to that "name a more iconic duo than a twink and a redhead" but these two are the gossip queens of blue lock they know everything about everyone

- ego is really growing on me, i didn't like him in s1 but he's lowkey hilarious so imagine it's his birthday while at blue lock and anri organizes a little surprise and when he walks in on her and the boys all yelling "happy birtday!! :D" he just looks over his shoulder like "to who :o" (don't tell me this man wouldn't forget his own birthday)

- they play kiss marry kill during breaks and bachira will say "kill everyone marry isagi" each time even when isagi is not an option

JKEKJRJKEJR REY YOU ARE SPOILING ME! :D

This got long so under the cut! :D

-HELP THAT IS SO FUNNY KJLRJLKEJREJJ Could I use this for a fic, I'll credit/tag you and everything: I just have so many thoughts on them and how'd they react akljrjkearjkeajkrjk Bachira's back on his bullshit and I love him so much KJLJKRLEJKLRJKLEJKRLE Like: Yuki with a soft giggly laugh vs Karasu's literal screams of the dead cause this man CANNOT- kjlarjkleajklrjkle

-YES!!! Her and the moms all together; the idea of them all dressed up and attending some sort of concert like you said ajkraejklrjklaejklr They're all dressed up and Isagi's got his hair combed back all nice and beyond over it- Bachira's chewing on his tie at some point and Chigiri's the only one low-key vibing (he fell asleep halfway through the concert and only woke up at the huge gong smack) They take selfies at the start doing the "had to do it to them" pose too ajkreakrkejjrkaejkrjke

-KLJREHJKLRJKEJKLREJKLRJKEJ AHHHH *screeches so hard I explode* THE JOKER!!! When he missed that shot I was so mad- kjarjkekjrejkrjke

-HELP KJERJKEJKRJKj Nagi hits him with a dead on "I'm gonna devour you, genius" and Rin inadvertently snorts giving himself away; the idea of him joining in is so cute akjrjkleajkrejkj Yuki accidentally giving them away when he mimics his arm pose or something and Karasu's just "OI!" Nagi and Rin try to play it off like "Yukki's just crazy" but they get snitched on by said man cause "I'm not going down alone!" kjarjkeajkrejkrjke

-HELP YES! They talk so much shit about everyone (But like- funny shit nothing genuinely mean if anything they talk more highly of their teammates) and gossip about everyone's relationships ("Rin's got it bad for Hiori." "Everyone's got it bad for Hiori"-) They run to one other like "Biiiiiitch" "Whaaat?" Whenever they got new tea.

-For real!!! I made so much fun of him when he first appeared but now lowkey he's kind of a vibe? His strangeness grew on me like fungus and I'm okay with that. :D HELP NOT HIM FORGETTING HIS BIRTHDAY EJKRKJLEJKREJKLRJKE "How old are you, Ego-Sensei?" "Too old." (What's the bet he forgot how old he is? Like the man has to literally check records of his time playing soccer and do all these complicated maths while Anri's staring at him with "Dude. You're 31.")

-KJLRJKEJKLRJKEJK HELP "Kiss Marry Kill-" "ISAGI MARRY! Kill everyone else :D" Cuts to Chigiri being all "Rude D:<" and Isagi a blushing mess while Reo's trying to gently explain that Isagi wasn't even an option. Shidou at some point joins in but makes everything lewd and gross so he's kicked out.

Now to add some of my own! :D

-I know Oliver said that bag was his ex-girlfriends but I beg the question of how exactly did it end up in Sae's things? Conspiracy theory: Sae IS a drag queen and works nights when he isn't playing but does it so well no one knows it's him. (Either that or Oliver planted it in his bag to throw everyone off whichever one's funnier.)

-Gonna be so real I was low-key hoping they'd find a picture of baby Rin in Sae's back or something to show he cared- it's such a long shot but I love the idea of Sae's wallpaper or lock screen being them as babies and no one really knows about it cause Sae never brings his phone out- not even Rin would know about it it's that well hidden.

UGH this season makes me so happy! It's gonna be so good how it ends- I think? I have no idea but I'm HYPED! :D Thank you for all the thoughts! my inbox is always open to you for any more you think of, and I'll be sure to share with you my own! :D

[my-anime-place]

Yuno Grinberryall from Black Clover

Ogami Rei from Code:Breaker

Hei from Darker than Black

Yuichiro Hyakuya from Owari no Seraph

Nicholas D. Wolfwood from both Trigun Series

Noah Voltaire Wynknight from The reason why Raeliana ended up at the Duke’s mansion

Son Hak from Yona of the Dawn

[medicatedmenace]

yall im in actual tears right now ive had a terrible week so my brothers ordered pizza and we're gonna watch mutant mayhem together 🥹🥹🥹

[lightsiided]

     the ritual of preparing polystarch bread is quite familiar to her. she knows exactly how much water each packet needs to hydrate without becoming too chewy. probably, rey thinks, as she swirls her finger in the cardboard dish until the mixture is homogenous, she's had HUNDREDS of these in her lifetime. maybe even thousands.

it's quick work to prepare the rest of the ration packs, too. the veg-meat comes to life looking as sad as ever, and she divides their bounty among two plates with equal portions as if by habit, carrying them over to the table thor's selected. rey wonders, as she sets them down to slide into the seat across from thor, if he's eaten at all, these last three days. PROBABLY NOT.

and she surely should have known he would insist on giving her his plate now, too. "don't be ridiculous," she interjects, "you must be starving. at least eat the veg-meat." it seems like a worthy compromise. that is her least favorite part of the ration pack, after all. rey spins the plate around so the polystarch bread faces her, rolling her eyes as she starts in on her own dish. "why don't you just make another? there's more in there." those are the last words said before she takes a large bite of the bread, barely chewing before she swallows. rey can't recall a time new republic rations ever tasted so good. once she starts in on them, she realizes she's starving, and before she's fully aware of it, both breads are gone. stubbornly, she pushes thor's soup across the table towards him before reaching for her own. "you have to eat SOMETHING," rey insists. "i'm demanding it, as the person who saved the galaxy and all."

for a few moments, she eats in silence. then, glancing up, "he was just frightened, i think. we rescued him from a droid depot on kijimi. someone there had treated him poorly, he was in awful condition." the expression on her face falters as she thinks of kijimi, another casualty of the war. blown to BITS, just because the planet had the misfortune of momentarily having rey. her teeth bite at her bottom lip. "we needed a droidsmith to pull a sith translation from C-3PO's memory bank. poe had a connection there who helped. it might be a bit before d-0 warms to you. he still hasn't quite taken to the others, but he has a lot of HEART. he'll like you just fine eventually."

“you’ve found yourself another stray.  i can’t say i’m surprised.”  thor doesn’t part entirely from her; he trails closely behind as she spots her desired rations.  affectionately, he leans forward just so to press a kiss to the top of her head.  “he’s lucky to have been found by you.  we all are.”

upon request, he pulls himself apart from her to retrieve their refreshments.  he takes everything she's asked for from the shelves along the farther end of the wall— with tea packets in his hand, he looks to her, lifts & waves them as if to say got them.  among them, within this space, is the low hum of the few collective voices inside.  being around other people is nice; being out of that room, not to pace or fall apart or cry, is nice.  still, he looks forward to being alone with her again.  only when he has cups for each of the packets in his hands does he make his way to the dispenser full of hot water.

each cup is steaming— balanced very carefully in his arms— by the time thor makes his way to a seat.  where he’ll sit, he places one: tea.  the spot across from him gets the other three: tea, and two cups of soup.  “you can have both the bread rations, as well.  before you argue—“ a finger lifts warningly as he sits down, slowly, “—i will eat soup if you’ve finished the bread, and tea, and decide you can’t eat anymore.  but i’m not negotiating the bread.  i refuse to have any.”

settling into his chair, reaching for his tea, he sips it without complaint.  it isn’t his first choice, far from it, but he knows better than to complain.  they have what’s available to them; though, he wonders idly if he could help them improve.  after all, the bifrost is always with him.  and now that he has rey again— he dares to think optimistically.  while he mulls over that, “did that droid seem. . . hesitant to you?  skittish?”  what with the reluctance to get close to him, the stuttering of its voice box, the manner in which it had chosen to speak.  “i don’t think it liked me very much.  where did you find him?”

[defmaybe]

Pegging & Penetration

IVE’s Jang Wonyoung & Kim Gaeul x Male Reader

1.1k words

A/N: Thanks to @capslocked for the idea lmao. Also, this is my last work before the finals, I promise.

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The sound of plastic cocks filling holes—two of each, to be exact—echoes through the room. You find yourself naked on the bed, on all fours. Your rear is being rammed by Gaeul’s phallus, while your mouth, breathlessly, is being used by Wonyoung.

“Yes, yes, bitch boy–” Gaeul gives your ass a slap, and you moan into Wonyoung’s strap in response “–just take my cock like that.”

“Look at me while you’re sucking my cock, slut,” says Wonyoung. You immediately comply, looking up to see that gorgeous face and her naked body. Your neck strains‌ a little.

You absolutely adore the way these two are treating you—like a toy made to be used just for their twisted pleasures. Your tears are running down your cheeks from Wonyoung’s cock, constantly hitting the back of your throat with no relent. Your jaw is all tired from taking in Wonyoung’s length, drooling on her shaft, but you won’t complain. Being a submissive bitch boy is what you’re made for, and you’d pay fortunes to do this, even if it’s just a second.

Your ass is all gaped at this point. Gaeul fucks you hard, too hard. The tip of her cock hits your prostate repeatedly, sending shockwaves through your body over and over. Her nails dig into your waist for a hold. She wants her bitch boy to take in her hardness fully. You can hear her ragged breathing from all of that plowing into your tight ass. She fucking loves this.

Sweat runs down from your forehead, mixing with your drool on the bedsheets. It’s merely an inconvenience to have dirty laundry for those poor staff to take care of. Everybody knows this, they just don’t dare to intervene. Gaeul and Wonyoung always do this. They love the complete domination of men who are willing to be their bitch boys. Either it would be draining them dry, or penetrate their rear hole into oblivion. Having men scream ‘daddy’ for them is like a drug for these two.

“You love this, huh?” asks Gaeul, sternly.

You can only sheepishly nod, with your mouth stuffed by Wonyoung’s phallus. The pleasure from this is unreal, having two naked women plowing your two holes for fun. You love to submit to them. You love having your prostate stimulated. It’s so fucking ecstatic.

The story of how you three met is never a secret: you’re a Starship Entertainment employee, they’re also Starship Entertainment employees. You happen to have a cute face, slutty waist, and nice ass (all are their words). With proximity and all, it's a perfect recipe for a rendezvous within IVE’s dorm. Jiwon and Yujin aren’t going to complain. They wear earmuffs every night.

“Do you think Rei would like him, Gaeul?” Wonyoung asks, hips rolling back and forth to push her cock in and out of your mouth. Her hands grip onto your head tightly, not wanting to lose her hole.

“I think she’s more of a vanilla type,” Gaeul answers. Her nails are still latching onto your wide hips tightly. “You know, cock in cunt, missionary type. She probably wouldn’t enjoy plowing his ass like this, right?”

Wonyoung lets out a short exhale, amused by her friend’s choice of accenting specific words. Her cock is still ravaging your mouth relentlessly. She’s revelling in fucking your throat, judging from the sadistic smile on her face. It’s predatory, and you’re the willing prey for her.

Suddenly, Gaeul presses you into lying on your stomach. Your mouth is dragged off Wonyoung’s cock temporarily.

“Hey, I was fucking his mouth!”

“I’ll fucking make him cum. Watch me.”

Gaeul strokes become even more violent. You can hear her deep moans from behind. Your moans grow even higher as she plows your ass with unbridled aggression.

“Ugh, let me have this, Gaeul.”

“Just fucking lift his chin up. I’m sure he’ll follow you, right, bitch boy?” Gaeul asks.

“Y–Yes–ngh, d–daddy,” you reply.

Wonyoung lets out a deep sigh, before grabbing your chin, making a short eye contact with you. You have to admit that you’re a bit lost in her eyes as she does so. Your eyes roam over her bare body for a split-second before she forces her drool-smeared cock into your dirty mouth. Your holes are filled again. Your breaths are stolen.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” Gaeul says.

“Just–Just fuck his ass, Gaeul.”

Again, you’re revelling in the way you’re being used like this. Your ass is being spread open by Gaeul’s throbbing length without any care. You feel the ridges of her cock grazing your inner walls, eliciting wails and wails out of you onto Wonyoung’s hardness. Your cock twitches between the mattress and your stomach. You can feel the pain jolting through your waist, but it’s like you’d care right now. 

Your mouth is being forced open by Wonyoung’s cock, ravaging the hole with unbridled roughness. You see her pert breasts heaving with each rolling of her hips. God, you’re so happy being used and abused by two women.

Gaeul grabs your throat, robbing the already-scarce air from you. You can barely breathe, and you’re so damn ecstatic about it. The sensations within your walls only grow. You can feel your orgasm coming in close. It’s there. It’s there.

“D–Daddy,” you say, muffled into Wonyoung’s cock.

“What, gonna cum, slut?” Wonyoung asks, plunging her length into your mouth even faster.

You can only nod, not having any energy to say a thing, only moans and whimpers.

“Should we let him cum, Gaeul?”

Gaeul chuckles, still plowing her cock into your tightness with unmatched violence. “Sure, if you want, Wonyoung.”

“Cum then, bitch boy, cum for us.”

You give in. Cum leaks out of your cock through the slit onto the bedsheets, all while still having your holes filled by the two women. Your body shakes and writhes erratically. Your eyes flutter in rapture. You’re struggling to grip on any purchase on the bed. Gaeul slows down, finally, so does Wonyoung, before they’d pull their lengths out of your abused holes. Your frame shrieks again in sensitivity.

“D–Daddy,” you moan out. “That felt so good, daddy.”

You hear Gaeul chuckle from behind as Wonyoung smiles. “Alright, bitch boy, let’s go to the shower. Perhaps you might be sucking my cock instead while Wonyoung, well, spread that cute ass of yours open.”

“Y–Yes, daddy.”

—

[reyno-solis-real]

Open Starter - Sparring

You walked over to the sparring area and saw Rey working at some dummies - hard. He turns around as he hears your footsteps, tail twitching.

“Hey dude! Wanna spar?”

What do you do?

[OOC: this is my first open starter !!! poll results chose sparring, so enjoy :D]

[wlntrsldler]

how to disappear | luke castellan

warnings: betrayal, fluff, mean!luke for like five lines, extremely long, not canon, drug use and language, probably got some things wrong but it's for the plot; i sobbed writing this. (this might be my favorite piece i've ever written)

part 2: shades of cool

pairing: aphrodite!reader x luke

description: based on how to disappear by lana del rey

i. all of the guys tell me lies, but you don't. just crack another beer and pretend that you're still here.

"hey, angel," a voice startled you out of your thoughts. your feet were dangling over the pier as you stared out into the lake. you twisted your head to see luke approaching. a soft smile was on his face. "been looking for you everywhere."

"needed a breather," you said, scooting over so he could join you. "sometimes i forget how overwhelming being back here is."

he rolled his cargo pants up to his knees, letting the cool water touch his bare skin. "i get it. sometimes i wish i could take a break."

"you can, you know," you nudged his shoulder, "you're old enough to leave camp during the year. nobody would fault you for wanting to go away for a while."

he dug into his front pocket, pulling out a messily rolled joint and the pink lighter you gave him last summer. the heart you drew on the plastic with sharpie was starting to fade. he placed the joint between your eager lips and lit the end. he tried to ignore the sparks that shot up his arm when your fingertips brushed against his.

luke shrugged, "i know, but then who would take care of the kids? mr. d isn't really the model citizen."

you quirked an eyebrow, passing him the joint, "and you are?"

"better than mr. d," he let out a chuckle before taking a drag. luke closed his eyes as the smoke escaped his lips. he could taste your lipgloss. "maybe when you get your own place, i'll take some time off and visit you."

"i'm off to college soon," you said. "going to california. i got a scholarship."

"of course you did," he grinned. the weed didn't take effect yet. usually, when you smoked with luke, his brown eyes are hazed over by the effects, but while he was speaking, his eyes twinkled in pride. "didn't doubt it for a second."

"you'd leave camp and visit california for me?"

luke had a knowing smile on his face now, as if you were ridiculous for even asking that question. "'course. only problem would be that i'm broke as shit right now. being camp counselor doesn't really pay the big bucks, y'know."

you hummed. it was weird really, how camp was just a fraction of your life. your dad made sure that you could have a semi-normal life, or at least as normal as a half-blood's life could be, but not all demi-gods had the luxury, luke included. his dad made sure of it.

at first, luke despised you for it. why was it fair that you were your mom's favorite child while his dad barely cared enough to make sure he survived his failed quest? if aphrodite was his godly parent, he was sure that he wouldn't have this ugly scar on his face to remind him that he was nothing but a failure. she would stitch him up and make sure that he was okay.

this is not to say that luke liked any of the gods; he just preferred aphrodite above all of them. she gave you to the world, after all.

"what else is new?" he prodded, passing you the joint again after his third drag. "anything else exciting happen in your life since last summer?"

"nothing much," you coughed slightly. you didn't smoke unless you were at camp with luke. "just the usual senior year things, i guess. graduation, prom, you know."

"no, i don't know, actually," he laughed, "well, i know the idea of it. did you decorate your graduation cap? did your senior year live up to your expectations? did you have a date to prom?"

"yes, yes, and no." you pretended not to notice how luke's shoulders relaxed at your answer. "i did decorate my grad cap. my dad has it framed with my diploma. the design was my college's logo. i didn't have a date to prom because i didn't really like anyone at school. i would rather take a date i actually enjoyed the company of."

"that's fair," luke said. he took another hit from the joint. you watched the smoke evaporate into the air, the smell of weed surely sticking to your clothes. "tell me about your senior year."

"it was fun," you said, longing on your face. "it's weird to think that i'm kind of on my own now. after camp, i'll be shipped off across the country to take classes for some bullshit degree that i probably won't need because i won't make it long enough to see the workforce."

luke chuckled at that. it was morbid, sure, but he would be lying if he said that that reality wouldn't be a possibility. he didn't like to think about it much, the idea of you dying, but the life of a demi-god was unpredictable. he's surprised he even made it to eighteen.

you continued, "but i got to be a kid and i'm thankful for that. i just can't stop thinking about how this is my last summer here. i'm eighteen now. i've aged out."

"you can come back, you know," luke said. these summers with you were the only thing he looked forward to each year ever since you first arrived. "i'm still here."

"that's because if you step a toe out of this camp, they'll find you," you said, although you knew luke knew this already. he was powerful. he would attract monsters left and right and he'd be putting himself in jeopardy if he left. your suggestions for him to visit you were more wishful thinking than anything. in those moments, you let yourself pretend that you and luke were normal, that nobody would be trying to kill you if you tried to watch a movie at a theater or something.

"fair," he offered you the last hit, but you shook your head. you already felt your head spinning. "beth wants to go to college, too."

"does she?"

"yeah," he put out the joint on the wooden pier. neither of you spoke as the flame was extinguished with a sizzling sound. "told her to talk to you. you know more about it than i do."

"i'd love to talk to her. i think she'd do great in college."

"she would," he smiled, sadly. his eyebrows furrowed in thought. his mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to find the right way to frame his words. you sat in silence patiently. he gulped, "i feel like everyone is moving on without me."

luke propped his elbows on his knees. he looked across the lake, watching the sunset turn into a pink horizon. he couldn't look at you while he spoke. "don't get me wrong, i'm so proud of you for leaving this place. and i'll be proud of annabeth when her time comes, but i think i just hate the fact that at the end of it all, i'll be alone. everyone in my life has a life outside of this, but i don't. this is it for me. i don't know what it is about this place, about this life, that keeps me stuck here, but i am."

you weren't stupid enough to correct him. you both knew the gods had a plan for luke. it was something bigger than the both of you, though neither of you truly knew what it was; but it was always this looming dark cloud above him, a second shoe waiting to drop. luke tried to ignore the feeling most days, but sometimes, he couldn't help but feel himself get pulled into the darkness; like in these moments, when reality hits him a little harder. you probably won't be back after this summer.

"well," you placed a hand over his own. he flipped his hand over to hold yours properly. he still wasn't looking at you. "let's just make the most out of this summer, yeah? think about everything else when we get there."

he squeezed your hand, "yeah."

ii. met me down at the training yard, cuts on his face cause he fought too hard.

"castellan."

luke winced, not because of the pain of the open cuts on his face, but because of the tone of your voice. that voice meant that he was in trouble.

he mustered up the courage to smile weakly at you, trying to ignore the droplets of blood that spilled from his open wound. "hey, angel."

"don't angel me," you hissed, marching to him. you grabbed his face gently, inspecting the damage. "what were you thinking?"

"i was thinking the kid was a bitch."

"castellan."

he cringed, "sorry."

"what happened?"

"i haven't been getting much sleep," luke whispered, "nightmares are back."

you sighed, picking up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. the apollo kid who was tending to luke earlier was smart enough to leave the room when you walked in. you muttered half-hearted apologies as he hissed in pain. "i'm sorry to hear that, but that's not the answer i was looking for."

"he was just talking shit," luke said through gritted teeth. whatever the ares kid was saying must've been really bad because you could feel luke's anger rising again. you rubbed his back slowly until he calmed down. "don't wanna talk about it."

"okay," you resigned, finally wiping away the final remnants of blood off his face. you stared at him; even with an open lip, red bruises, and flecks of blood on his face, luke was still beautiful. he plopped his forehead against your stomach, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer.

this was common with luke. he acted all big and bad around all the other campers, but in your presence, he turned into this; always looking for comfort, always touching you somehow, like he was finally allowed to breathe. you cradled the back of his neck as he let out shallow breaths, leaving feather-light kisses on his crown when you thought he wouldn't notice them. he always felt them, but he never let you know that he did. he was afraid you'd stop doing it if you found out.

"how bad are they?"

"bad," he sighed, eyes closing. he tugged on you to bring you even closer, though you didn't know how that was possible at this point. "haven't slept in days."

"why didn't you come find me?"

"your sisters don't like it when i interrupt their beauty sleep."

"why didn't you tell me sooner? i could've stayed in the hermes cabin."

"it's gross in there," he laughed. "you deserve to sleep on your soft bed in a cabin that smells like fucking roses, not on my cardboard thin cot in a room that smells like sweaty socks."

you lifted his head up to look at you, "yeah, it's pretty bad in there."

luke snorted, finally letting you go, but a hand stayed connected to your hip. he played with the loose thread on the hem of your shirt. "i still won, by the way."

you cocked your head, "huh?"

"the fight," luke's cocky smirk was back on his face. "you should see the other kid. if i'd been well-rested, he wouldn't have been able to land a blow."

you smacked his shoulder, laughing as you fell onto the bed beside him, "shut up, castellan."

"there it is," he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he was so close to you.

"what?"

"castellan," he mimicked your voice, but there was no mockery there. he said it like he treasured it, like he was trying to memorize the way you spoke. "you're not mad at me anymore."

it was hard to stay mad at luke. the longest you'd gotten mad at him was when he didn't choose you for his quest. he stood outside the aphrodite cabin the entire day before he was set to leave, begging for you to let him explain. you were too stubborn, too hard-headed, to listen to him. when you were sure that he was gone, you finally left the aphrodite cabin to find a letter from him tucked away under the welcome mat.

you kept the letter, but you never opened it. it wasn't until he returned from his quest, on the brink of death, that you opened it. you were sitting beside his bed, eyebags darker than ever that even your mother couldn't salvage you. your eyes were stained red from crying so much.

in his letter, he explained how he didn't want to put you in danger, how he would never forgive himself if something bad happened to you because of him. your insecurities just got the better of you. you always feared that people saw you as shallow, like you didn't actually have the skills to fend for yourself. many people had misconceptions about the aphrodite kids, but not luke. luke knew that you were incredible. you just didn't resort to violence as quickly as he did.

you felt stupid then, even now, you regret how you treated him before his quest. you hated yourself for how you acted. he never gave you a reason to doubt him, to not trust him; you should've known that he had his reasons. you hated yourself for even questioning him for a second.

luke pulled you into his chest, allowing you to cuddle into his neck. the beads of his camp necklace rested beside your temple. you reached over to play with them, letting the beads thump against his collarbone when you let go. you felt luke twirling strands of your hair around his finger, gently undoing the knots that formed at the ends of your hair because of his antics. you lay there in silence, just enjoying the presence of one another. you felt luke's breathing even out, a sign that he was drifting off.

luke's words from the pier bounced in your head then. did he think that you'd forget about him after you left camp? as if you'd forget about this, about him. a life without luke castellan became unimaginable when you met him when you were fifteen. there was no version of your life that didn't have luke in it.

it was foolish to think that way, you knew that. it was stupid to let someone have a hold on you like this, demi-god or not. even your friends from home warned you about being so attached to luke, though in the version of events you told them, the stakes were much lower. to them, he was just a boy you see at summer camp a few months out of the year; he was just another hometown boy that they urged you to forget when you moved away to college so you could live your life unrestricted.

but luke wasn't just that to you and you knew you weren't just that to him either. there was something between the two of you that was hard to explain, but didn't need an explanation at the same time. even your mom noticed it. she let you know once to tell luke to stop praying to her to give you a sign whenever he missed you.

"i can't keep making flowers bloom whenever he misses you," she wrote, "it wouldn't make much sense for flowers to bloom in the winter, my child, or for flowers to bloom every second of the day."

sometimes, though, on particularly hard days when you'd miss luke, your mom made exceptions. you'd find bunches of hibiscus growing within the cracks of the sidewalk of new york city on your way home from school.

you knew luke was thinking about you then. just the thought of it made your day better.

iii. i know he's in over his head, but i love that man, like nobody can. he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.

luke didn't know what you'd say if you found out. well, he did know, but he deluded himself into thinking that you'd listen to his reasons, that you'd actually understand why he did what he had to do. maybe you'd even join him.

percy had left camp with annabeth and grover for his quest yesterday. the air at camp felt different since percy was revealed to be a forbidden child. luke, as much as he tried to keep his resentment for the gods at bay because percy was hard to dislike, the poor kid just wanted to save his mom, felt his blood boil when poseidon claimed percy.

he hated the gods, this wasn't new, but luke struggled to understand how he was supposed to feel. he saw so much of himself in percy. he thought of his mother; her hugs that he hadn't felt since he was nine, the taste of her burnt cookies that he hated at the time, but now he just wished he could taste the burnt crisps on his tongue one last time. he even missed her frantic mumbling in the middle of the night.

luke saw a version of himself in percy, the version that had a chance at happiness. luke hated it.

it was too late, anyway. the plan was already in motion. his allegiance to kronos was set. kronos visited him in his dreams often. luke stopped calling them nightmares because nightmares are only nightmares if they happen once in a while. what made them bad dreams was when they were compared to good ones. he didn't have those anymore.

luke hadn't slept much since he stole the bolt. it was easier to think about you, about the happy times, when he was awake. he smoked more now. it helped sometimes. he would pretend your lipgloss was still on the tip of the joint and that you were beside him on the pier, trying to get away from all the noise of camp.

as he walked toward the hermes cabin, smiling cordially at the younger campers who beamed at him, he saw the corner of a pink bag against his bed. his face dropped. luke stopped in his tracks, clutching the beads of his necklace.

you weren't facing the door. your back was turned while you folded the sheets on his bed. he saw you spray perfume on his blankets. he could almost smell the sweet fragrance from where he stood. it took all his might not to run to you and hold you in his arms. it's been months since he last saw you, since last summer. luke's hands fell to his sides before he twisted his body to turn the other way.

he went to the one place that gave him comfort. with his cargo pants rolled up to his knees, he watched the sun fade into the dark sky. there was no pretty sunset tonight. luke didn't think too much of omens, but he figured that was a bad sign. and when your soft footsteps thumped against the boards of the pier, he was certain that it was.

"you damn near running away from me when you saw me was not the reaction i was hoping for."

luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. out of habit, he moved a bit to let you take your usual spot beside him. when he opened his eyes, he was met with the face he'd thought about for months. a kind smile adorned your lips. you looked different. your skin was a deeper shade, no doubt due to the california sun; your lips were pink and torn apart, like you'd been chewing on them; but your smile was the same.

"what are you doing here?"

"sorry i was late," you said, sheepishly. you played with the small braid in your hair, "i had to move out of my dorm so i had to take a later flight."

"i thought you weren't coming back," luke replied.

"heard there's a war coming," your voice sounded small. luke knew why. he'd listened to you talk about the dreams you had for yourself for hours over the past summers. the idea of an impending war meant that those dreams would take the backseat and you'd have to fight before any of them could come true. "is it true?"

"percy, a forbidden kid, poseidon's, is trying to make sure it doesn't happen."

"do you trust him?"

luke felt his heart crumble in his chest. how cruel is he to keep you in the dark like this? when the only thing you needed to feel okay was to hear that he trusted the kid meant to stop the war?

luke's voice was hoarse, "yeah, i do. beth does too."

"okay," you placed a hand on his thigh. luke stiffened at your touch. you pulled away, embarrassed. "sorry."

"don't apologize," he placed his hand next to yours. he could feel the warmth of your skin. "i've just been on edge."

"it's just me, luke."

he didn't know how to tell you that that's exactly why he was on edge. it was you. the girl he'd been in love with since he was fifteen. the girl he told everything to. the girl who knew him so well that if you were to touch him for longer than a second, you'd know everything.

this summer, for the first time since he met you, he was glad you didn't show up to camp. he knew that the minute you were in front of him, he'd tell you everything and there was a chance you'd want nothing to do with him after it. that was something luke couldn't handle. but now you're here, looking at him like this like his actions just hurt you.

"'m sorry, angel."

"you're acting different, luke."

"'m sorry."

"i don't need an apology," you said. "i want to know why."

luke rubbed his face with his hands, "i don't know, okay?"

"you're lying to me," you were frowning now. luke was angry. he wasn't angry at you, he was angry at the whole situation, but it didn't matter. he was taking it out on you.

"gods, angel, can you just-- not right now," he groaned. you got a good look at him. his eyes were tired, shoulders slumped like he'd been carrying a weight on his shoulders with no reprieve. "i don't really feel like talking."

"you don't have to be mean about it."

he didn't feel like himself anymore. he would never talk to you like this, but there was something in him that made him snap. luke scoffed, "i'm not being mean, you're just being so pushy right now."

you blinked, pulling your hand away from his. shivers ran down your spine, "luke, what the fuck?"

"what?" he stood up. you followed suit. under the moonlight, you saw how dull his brown eyes were. they no longer carried the same glow when he looked at you. luke's eyebrows were furrowed, eyes narrowed, "i just can't handle this right now, okay? can you just drop it?"

"i'm just trying to talk to you!" you raised your voice, disbelief on your features. you walked towards him. holding his face in your hands. he was crying. you wiped away his tears. "i just missed you, okay? i just wanna talk to you because i haven't gotten to in months and i'm miserable."

he let out a shaky breath, your touch grounding him. he felt himself coming back to him. he nuzzled his cheek in your palm, kissing the flesh there as he mumbled apologies into the night.

"i missed you so much," a sob escaped your lips. luke didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, continuing his train of apologies into your ear. you continued, "i-i thought that you'd be happy to see me because i've been counting down the days until i saw you again and i just thought that even though the world was falling apart, we'd be the same. it's always been us, you know?"

"i know."

"and then you avoid me and run away from me and i just needed to see you, luke. i needed to talk to you."

"i missed you, too," he confessed. "so much, you have no idea."

"you have a funny way of showing it," you joked through your tears.

luke laughed. it shocked him. it was like he had forgotten how to. he hiccuped, removing one hand from around you to rub the tears away from his eyes, "come on."

selfishly, he ignored the pit in his stomach. he allowed himself just one more day to have you like this. as he lay on his bed, he held you close to him. he was overwhelmed with how much you filled his senses; the smell of your perfume, the feeling of your lips ghosting on his chest as you told him nonsense stories from college, the sound of your quiet giggles when he made some stupid joke, the look on your face in the dark, staring at him.

an unfamiliar feeling took over his body, rest, he realized it was, a while into lying in the darkness with you.

"i love you, you know that, right?"

luke didn't trust his voice anymore. he pulled you closer, hoping that that was enough for now.

iv. think about those years as i whisper in your ear. i'm always going to be right here.

"i love you."

you turned your head at the sound of luke's voice. camp was in disarray. percy was badly hurt and annabeth was frantic, sobbing about how luke was behind it all. you ran away after hearing it.

you didn't want to believe it, but it was annabeth. she wouldn't say that about luke unless it was true. you knew it killed her just the same to accept it.

"what are you doing here, castellan?"

it felt like a dagger was plunged into luke's heart. he'd heard his name leave your lips in different ways over the years; jokingly, angrily, but never like this. disappointment.

"i couldn't leave without telling you," luke licked his lips, keeping his distance. he was pressing his shirt on the spot percy broke skin. he looked down at his feet, "couldn't leave without letting you know that i love you."

"why did you do it?"

"i don't know."

"okay," you walked towards him. "when did you get so comfortable with lying to me?"

"angel," he sounded broken. "please, don't do this."

"you were wrong, by the way," you said. "you're not stuck here anymore, but i don't think the place you'll end up in is any better than this."

luke was silent.

"go, luke," you whispered. "don't make it any worse than it already is."

he nodded. this was it. you watched as he disappeared into the dark.

you were too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice it then; your mind was plagued with worry, but in the gaps of the wooden pier, a single hibiscus flower bloomed under your feet.

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That hurt my SOUL! Consider my chest officially gouged out. This was perfection friend thank you for the meal 😭🙏🏻

Bet 😎

I'm feeling that "Rip my heart out of my chest with your bare hands" angst today so could we get 17 with Sanegiyuu Or Nagiri whichever one you're feeling :3

annnnd here goes the first- OUF 😭😭 that hurt my heart just thinking about it but i'm really happy with how it turned out, thanks sm for playing ♡♡

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17. Things you said that I wish you hadn't

“What a hassle.”

This isnʼt going to work anymore. That is the first thing that shoots through Chigiriʼs head and for a moment he fears that it never has. This isnʼt going to work anymore. It hurts, but it feels true and that hurts even more.

Itʼs not like Nagi has never called things a hassle before. Itʼs not like that isnʼt his favorite word in the world and itʼs not like Chigiri never heard it used to describe something Nagi actually loved. Running to play soccer is a hassle, sitting up on the couch to get the Xbox controller is a hassle, taking the wrapping off of his favorite snack is a hassle. Chigiri never paid it much attention, even found it endearing, thought how nice it was to see Nagi complain and then have a good time in the end.

But this feels... different.

He stares at the screen with the reservation details, the cursor hovering above the button that reads PAY NOW like thatʼs the best part about this whole thing. Like spending money on a date night only one of them cares about is the most exciting thing in the world.

Nagi is right, this is a hassle. Agreeing on a day that works for everyone is a hassle, finding a nice place thatʼs not completely booked out is a hassle, putting all the details into this stupid website thrice is a hassle. But Chigiri did it, so why does Nagi care? Why is Nagi exhausted? Chigiri should be exhausted. He is exhausted.

What a hassle. What, the website? The atrocious price with three zeroes at the end - in dollars? Chigiri? Chigiri is not a hassle, he knows that Nagi didnʼt mean it like that. But if everything surrounding him is a hassle, is that not the same thing? Is that not the worst thing that could happen?

Nagi as a person is less about the process and more about the outcome, Chigiri has learned. Nagi doesnʼt like fighting the monsters, he likes reaching the next level. Nagi doesnʼt like the running and passing, Nagi likes scoring the goals. Nagi doesnʼt like planning the date nights and buying the flowers, Nagi likes that Chigiri will kiss him and be happy to see him even when he shows up to a date he did nothing for empty handed. Nagi doesn’t like putting in the work, Nagi likes that it works. Because Chigiri puts in the work. And if thatʼs not a hassle, then what is? Imagining to put in the work? That is not a hassle, that is... that is not going to work anymore.

“Youʼre right.” Chigiri clicks out of the tab and gets up to leave, unsure of where he will end up. “Forget about it.”

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[nichoswag]

Hey Rei! I've been thinking for a while if I should send a prompt request or not, but here we go. 😂 (Hope you'll like it lol)

So my idea is #15 "Please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there." with a fake dating trope. And the idol who first came to my mind was Heeseung, I feel like he would match this well! You're free to decide the atmosphere of the story, I, personally was just feeling funny haha. I hope you'll have fun with this request! <33

flirt . lee heeseung

prompt: "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there."

pairing: fake bf!heeseung x gn reader

warnings: fake dating au, lots of flirting, kissing, teasing, like one light innuendo

song rec: into it - chase atlantic (warning: song is extremely sexual)

a/n: hii marine! admittedly i did push this to the top of my list because i feel a bit more inclined to complete reqs from my moots ♡ sorry it took so long, but i did have a lot of fun with this request!! i hope you enjoy :))

if someone were to ask you how you got in this situation, you honesly couldn't say you have a clue.

walking into your childhood friend's parents' house hand-in-hand with him, you're still questioning how you got here.

well, to put it simply, you and heeseung grew up together. you even went to college together, and now you're back home together. but, you're now actually together.

at least, that's what you've told both of your parents, after constant nagging and pleading from both ends for you both to date someone. so, your solution was to pretend you're both dating each other.

now, you're shaking due to the nerve of the roles you're both about to play.

heeseung squeezes your shaking hand that's placed in his, sending you a reassuring smile. "hey, it's fine. we're only doing this to get them off our backs."

your heart flutters at his smile and the kind action.

mrs lee opens the door for the both of you. "____! it's so nice to see you," she exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

"moooom," heeseung whines. "what about me?"

she chuckles. "oh, hush. i haven't seen ____ in years."

as she welcomes the two of you into her house, you realize how natural this feels after all. besides, you and mrs lee have always been close, as your moms are best friends, so she's like a second mom to you anyway.

heeseung leads you through the wide hall into the large dining room. sending you a wink, he pulls back your chair for you. you send him a weird look as you sit down, but he ignores it and pushes your chair in, taking a seat next to you.

diagonal from where you and heeseung sit, your fathers are arguing about who's lawnmower does the better job. you chuckle at their pettiness as your mother chastises your dad for picking a fight over such a stupid thing. things haven't changed at all.

you're immersed in a conversation with heeseung until someone takes a seat across from you. it's heedo, your fake boyfriend's older brother.

and your childhood crush.

there's a girl sitting next to him, and they're holding hands, just as you and heeseung were a few minutes ago.

heeseung seems to notice your curiosity, because he leans closer to speak into your ear. "that's yeri, heedo's girlfriend." he takes your hand again and squeezes it. "are you okay? we can leave if you're uncomfortable," he offers, knowing about your long-term crush on his brother.

you shake your head. "i'm alright. just surprised."

he nods, understanding. "are you over him? i mean, you've dated since you last saw him."

"i think so, actually." you smile, nostalgia hitting you suddenly. "he was my childhood crush, so i guess it's just weird for me. it's not like i haven't seen him with a girl before."

you remember the time you saw him making out with a girl at a party him and heeseung had thrown in high school while yours and their parents were on a trip. you'd then gotten drunk on wine to the point of throwing up, and heeseung had held your hair back half the night at your house while you threw up.

then, when he brought his first girlfriend for dinner with his parents. heeseung had invited you over, not knowing he was there with his girlfriend, and you'd spent the evening crying in his room while he held you.

heeseung grins at you, seemingly remembering those nights too. you feel eternally grateful to have someone like him in your life.

he presses a kiss to your temple, seemingly trying to keep up the act. "you hungry, cutie?"

you nod shyly, blushing as he ruffles your hair. "starved."

within a few moments, heedo and heeseung get up to help their mother bring plates of food from the kitchen and set them in the middle of the large dining table.

yeri stares at you across the table. you feel self-conscious as she eyes you up and down, as if she's analyzing how big of a threat you are to her.

heeseung catches a glance at her eyeing you as he sits down, sighing as he realizes what's going on. he glares back at her, and she just smiles innocently, fixing a napkin on her lap. she glares at you as she kisses heedo on the cheek.

"what's her problem?" heeseung whispers in your ear.

you shrug. "i have no clue. I've literally just been sitting here."

he rolls his eyes. "i hope she doesn't cause a scene."

dinner does end up going without a hitch. besides a few more glares from yeri when heedo asks about your experiences in university and settling into your new job, you feel at ease. even when yours and heeseung's parents ask how you two began dating, you're able to answer the questions just as the two of you practiced earlier.

you notice heeseung looking at you with an expression you don't recognize throughout dinner. almost like admiration, except his eyes are fiery. you just think he's playing the role of your loving boyfriend.

mrs lee brings out a tray of sweets. "anyone hungry for dessert?" she practically sings.

heeseung grins and leans close. "mine's already here." he places a hand on your knee.

you choke on your own spit, and he pats your back. "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there," you whisper-yell into his ear as everyone stares at you both.

your hear giggles, and you realize everyone must have heard what you said.

your mother smiles sweetly at the both of you. "don't worry, we're not judging you. the two of you are adorable."

you blush furiously, and heeseung ruffles your hair again.

yeri huffs from across the table, and you realize she must be jealous of the attention you two are receiving as a couple, not insecure of her relationship. she busies herself with fixing heedo's collar aggressively.

he grabs her hands as the attention turns to them. "what is your problem? you've been like this all evening. can't you just act normal?"

heeseung stifles a laugh from beside you and you nudge him with your elbow. "what's funny?"

he leans over to whisper in your ear for the third time tonight. "just that they're seemingly an actual couple and they get along worse than us."

you giggle, and yeri turns to glare furiously at you. "what the fuck is funny, you callous bitch?"

there are gasps all along the table, and heeseung nearly stands up defensively before you grab his arm to pull him down.

"don't think i haven't noticed you flaunting you perfect boyfriend all night." she laughs mockingly. "you're like a three. how did you manage to pull that guy?"

"get out." heedo glares at his probably soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, motioning towards the hall that leads to the front door.

"what?" her tough front cracks as she wears a scared face. "heedo-"

"i said. get. out." he gets up, pulling her up with him and marching toward the hallway.

you can hear the yelling and screaming still. "i've told you before, she's like a fucking SISTER to me! who are you to talk to my family like that?" "SHE WAS TAUNTING ME WITH HER PERFECT GUY-"

eventually, the screaming is muffled as it seemingly continues outside.

mrs lee gains her composure and proceeds with setting out the dessert. "kids these days are so dramatic. minus my ____, of course. you're an angel."

you smile at her. "thanks, mrs lee."

her smile falters. "honey, why don't you just call me 'mom?' i'll be your mother-in-law eventually, anyway."

you nearly choke again, and heeseung stifles a laugh. "just go with it," he mouths.

you smile again. "sure, mom. thank you for the dessert."

dinner wraps up rather quickly after the dramatic scene. heedo returns at the very end, looking very disheveled as you and heeseung make your way up the long spirals stairs to his room, where you'll both be staying the night.

heeseung lets out a long laugh after he closes the door to his childhood bedroom, nearly slumping against it. "that was a train wreck. heedo has terrible taste in girls."

you giggle. "he should've just chosen me when he had the chance."

heeseung's smile fades. "no, i rather like having you to myself."

your feel a twinge of pain in your heart at the way his smile drops. "hee, i was just kidding. i told you, i'm over him. i think i like someone else now, anyway."

the smile that began to creep onto his face at the first part of your speech drops again as he hears the last part. "oh." his shoulders slump, face looking dejected.

you catch his face in your hands as he turns away from you. "hee, do you really not realize who i'm talking about?"

his eyes widen in realization. "you mean..."

"yes, i mean i like you, lee heeseung." you grin at him.

before you realize it, he's taking you into his arms and picking you off the ground and you're spinning through the air. you both giggle as you come back onto the ground.

now flustered, you look away from him "so..."

"i like you too, ____. i thought that was pretty obvious." he ruffles your hair yet again, pulling you close by your waist.

you giggle. "it kinda was."

he looks at you for a moment, gentle gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. "can i kiss you?"

you nod, and he leans down to connect your lips gently. you wrap your arms around his neck, one hand resting on the nape of his neck, and the other tangling in his hair.

he pulls away and you lean your head against his chest, breathless.

"fuck, i think i might be in love with you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying.

he smirks down at you as you meet his eyes, yours wide. "yeah? what makes you think that?"

you inhale sharply. "you've been there for me through everything since we were kids. my heart hurts when you're sad, i feel angry when you're angry, and i'm happy when you are. also, i always find myself missing you when you're not around. i think that's love."

he smiles, eyes shining brightly. "if that's the case, i love you too."

minutes later, you're settled in a pair of heeseung's clothes, waiting on his bed for him to come back from the bathroom.

as he enters the room, your heart races. you've spent nights together as friends, no biggie. but now, it's the real deal.

he sprawls out on the bed beside you and turns to look at you. "cuddle?" he asks, opening his arms. you practically dive into them as they wrap around your body tightly.

you realize you feel safe here. that to you, there's never been any place safer than in his arms.

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ASK GAME OMG- bungou stray dogs pretty please? 👀

AHH (Happy screaming) YESH! :D

who’s the most ticklish character: Oof- it's the way it's between Atsushi and Chuuya...I'm gonna say Chuuya cause like- look at em!

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t: Kyouka! She's honestly kinda disappointed by her lack of ticklishness, really; but she can still participate in tickle fights though.

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles: Dazai. He deserves it most days jkaejrakjrjkaerkja

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others: Kunikida! He takes extensive notes on just about everything and everyone, so naturally he's gonna know where to get you for the best reaction.

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about: Akutagawa has ticklish shoulder blades but only Atsushi knows that. And he takes advantage of it religiously.

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars: Ranpo! He's a devious tickler- especially when snacks are on the line. Tell him he'll win a multi-pack of Poki and he'll have the entire agency on the floor.

which character has a kink for tickling: Mori Dazai

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them: Fyodor! Until he met Dazai, he hadn't realized it and is lowkey salty over it jakrjeakrkjaejrk His no weaknesses front-RUINED! *dramatic spotlight and violin*

which two characters have tickle fights all the time: Oo, really any pair you put together, they'll be tickling! Dazai is notorious for tickling whomever he's paired off with that day, but I'd say Poe and Ranpo are probably the most likely to have tickle fights on the daily.

Thanks for asking! :D

[x0llaz]

𝘽𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙙𝙚 — 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙂𝙮𝙪𝙫𝙞𝙣

ᯓ★ pairing- Kim Gyuvin x Fem!reader

✧˖° genre: smau, fluff, crack, university au, basketball player gyuvin x stuco President reader, idiots to lovers, brothers best friend

featuring- jaeyun (8turn), Jungwon (enha), hanni (nwjns), rei (ive), Anton and sohee (riize)

٠ ࣪⭑ synopsis: when yn has to use her nepotism powers to get her and jaeyun into the game for free, she didn’t expect to be caught off guard by the pretty player who made the winning shot. At the most important game of the year, gyuvin didn’t expect to get distracted by a girl in the bleachers. Yet here they were. And hanbin didn’t expect gyuvin to get a crush on his little sister. warnings: attempt at humor? Fluff, kms/kys jokes, sex jokes, stupidity.

status::: finished!

profiles: stuco gang Basketball bros

★⋆Chapters:

Slam dunk bro

gyuvin sad hours

shes your WHAT

twitter mob

Playing with (basket) balls

ballin too hard?

w rizz

y'all on a date + bonus

let us in please

#freegyuvin

who’s wonbin??

ghosting season ☹️

awkwardddd + bonus

wrong acc

hey lol

d-d-DATE???

the real ballerz

gyuyn pt 2?

mouth touching

gyuvin vs the opps

Bribery and corruption + bonus

Y'all got Mario Kart?

Date Crashers

Armpit Hair

under the bleachers

its so preppy in here!

gyuvin and yn sitting in a tree

party time!

asses out

Busted!

what position y'all in

officially unofficial

Hanbin redemption era

Apology video.

bro code

[lesbianpepsi]

is this love?

pairing: Vada Cavell x fem!reader

summary: reader goes on Vada's laptop and finds something very interesting on it

words: 2.204k

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing, bad writing, let me know if there's anything else

authors note: this is my first time writing for Vada so if she seems OOC i'm sorry💀

vada (1:31am) wher r u? 

me (1:33am): at home...? 

vada (1:33am): cum over 2 watch a movie 🙃🙃

vada (1:33am): come* lol

vada (1:33am): cum 👉👌

me (1:34am): hilarious. why do you want me over vads?

vada (1:36am): bord and snakish 

me (1:36am): it's half one in the morning

vada (1:36am): pls:( not evn for ur wife???💔

me (1:38am): what snacks do you want me to bring?

vada (1:38am): :D

vada (1:38am): takis, that choalet u like, waterlemon siur patch kid 

me (1:39am): okay, i'll be over in a few 

vada (1:39am): tyty

me (1:39am): 🙄🖤

vada (1:40am): 🤭🤭

You shook your head in amusement as you shoved your foot into your vans, soon after shoving your phone into the baggy hoodie you owned. 

Of course only for Vada -your girlfriend- you'd sneak out in the middle of the night to bring snacks and to watch movies.

The chokehold that girl had on you was beyond tight.

Grabbing your headphones, backpack, wallet and phone you silently sneaked your way down the stairs, you took painfully slow steps to make sure you wouldn't make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity you had made it outside with the key to the garage, you quickly went to unlock it and retrieved your broken blue bike. It was barley rideable, but still good enough for you.

You locked the garage, keeping the keys in your pocket before you began biking away towards the closest 7/11. 

The headphones placed on your ears filled the silence of the night with the sweet melody of Lana Del Rey.

After a handful of songs and halfway through White Mustang you arrived at the small store, it being the only twenty four hour store that was closest to yours and Vada's house.

You hopped off your bike before you entered, you had already memorised what Vada wanted. It didn't take you long before you were at the counters paying for the snacks, trying not to laugh at the clearly high worker who tried to act sober.

"Thanks." The worker gave a lazy thumbs up as he cracked an even lazier smile, you chuckled as you shoved your purchases into your backpack.

You sat back down on your bike as you checked on your phone to see three unread messages by Vada.

vada (1:43am): pls ride save 🚲🚲🚲🥽🥽🛟

vada (1:57am): jez what's takis so long?

vada (1:57am): 🪚

me (1:59am): 1) i will, don't worry❤️ 2) i have to ride to the store then to yours, plus my bike is shit. 3) no we're not watching saw, last time you watched it you got nightmares

vada (1:59am): ur alive!!!🧟‍♀️🚫

vada (2:00am): hury up 

You laughed to yourself as you kept your phone back into its original position, peddling away before you took your hand out of your pocket.

Lana Del Rey's mystical voice sung a few more songs in your ears before you arrived outside of the Cavell residence. 

You swiftly got off of the bike before you walked it up the pathway to keep leaning it against the wall. 

Opening the gate you silently walked over to the back door to where Vada was already waiting for you, smiling brightly when she noticed your presence. 

"Y/n! Hi!" She whispered yelled as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug. You smiled down at her as you wrapped your arms around her.

"Hey, Vads." You replied with a warm smile as butterflies flew around in your stomach at the contact.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Vada gazed up at you and stole a kiss from you before she headed towards the cabinets.

You took the moment for freedom to take off your shoes, placing them neatly in the corner of the room. 

 Vada went on her tippy toes as she reached two glasses from a cabinet, dropping them a bit too carelessly making you wince.

"Wanna do me a favour?" Vada asked as she grinned at you, hopping over to the alcohol cabinet as she took out a bottle of vodka.

You raised your eyebrows as you leaned against the counter. "Depends what that is." 

"Go on my laptop and choose a movie for us to watch while I make us our drinks." She said as she shook the bottle of vodka daringly in her hands.

You laughed as you nodded your head, pushing yourself off the counter. "You already know what I'm going to put on." 

"We are not watching Spider-Man again. I beg you." 

"Fine." You decided with a roll of your eyes, somewhat not surprised Vada didn't want to watch Spider-Man for probably the fifth time this week. 

Without a noise you made your way up the stairs and towards Vada's dimly lit bedroom. You shrugged off your backpack as you dropped down on Vada's snuggliest bed.

Her laptop was already on her bed so you thankfully didn't have to get back up, stretching until you reached it and swiftly pulled the laptop onto your lap.

You opened the laptop and immediately winced at the brightness, of fucking course Vada would put her laptop at full brightness at night. 

You hurriedly lowered the brightness until you could actually look at it.

That's when you noticed the laptop was making a noise.

The Sims theme played lowly, an audio that was instantly recognisable. You smiled as you noticed Vada was still in her world.

Deciding there was no harm in it, you began looking around the beautifully decorated house Vada had built. 

It was a perfect house for the family Tara had made.

The first sim you noticed was a toddler, a boy with y/h/c coloured hair and a freckled face. 

You smiled at how cute the sim was as your eyes flickered down to the corner of the screen where a small row of sims' faces was at.

Finding the toddler's face you hover the mouse over it to get the name of the sim.

Tod Y/l/n-Cavell

You blinked, then blinked again at the name.

Y/l/n-Cavell

No fucking way. 

Without hesitation you swiftly moved the mouse to hover over the next sim, a teenage girl who had dark brown hair.

Delilah Y/l/n-Cavell

A smug smile had appeared on your lips as your eyes gazed over to the two final remain sims. Promptly you clicked onto the next sim this time, which teleported you  over to where the sim was.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the name and what the sim was doing.

Y/n L/n-Cavell was the name given to the sim that you couldn't see since it was woohooing the last sim.

You purse your lips as you stifle a laugh, much slower than before you moved to hover the mouse over the final sim which heavily resembled Vada's face.

Not to your surprise, the name 'Vada Yl/n-Cavell' appeared as the mouse hovered over the sim. 

Just as you read the name a frantic Vada flung the door open as she practically dived in your direction, slamming the laptop closed on your lap.

With Vada half on you, half not, your eyes travelled down to her face, where you couldn't see her beauty since she was hiding it on the mattress next to your thigh. 

"Please tell me you didn't see a thing." She begged through a muffled voice, you closed your eyes for a few seconds as you tried to not let out a laugh.

Swallowing any hint of laughter you said: "I didn't see anything," A small snort of laughter escaped as you muttered. "Mrs Y/l/n-Cavell." 

Vada groaned loudly as she hid her face further into the bed, throwing her hands over her head as she tried to hide herself even further.

"I think it's adorable!" You said as you managed to stifle most of the laughter, Vada violently shook her head. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not." Vada lifted her head as she gave you an unamused expression. "You're laughing."

"I'm not." You told her with a serious expression, the corners of your lift kept lifting as you fought a smile. "I just didn't expect to see a sim version of myself fucking a sim version of you." You managed to get halfway through the sentence before you let out a deep laugh, instantly covering your mouth with your hand to try to hide it. 

Vada groaned as she slammed her head back down to hide in the duvet. "I'm never showing you my face ever again." Vada declared to you, you smiled as you positioned your hand on top of Vada's hand.

"And how exactly are you planning to never show your face to me again?" You taunted her with a grin. 

"I'll just wear a mask everywhere like that weird Minecraft streamer." Vada exaggerated through a muffled voice as you tried hiding your laughter.

You shook your head mostly to yourself to try to stop laughing as you looked down at Vada. 

"And deprive me of that pretty face of yours?" Vada nodded her head, her head still hid in the sheets. "Yes. You better start getting ready to bang me with a mask on for the rest of your life."

"Is it at least a ghostface mask?" 

Vada stayed silent for a few moments, as if the words you said had actually gotten to her, before she shook her head.

"No! Making me horny won't make me forget about this." 

You mentally reminded yourself to carry on that conversation another time with Vada.  

"Vada, I promise you, it's not that bad. It's actually cute as shit." You insisted with no laughter that time, Vada slowly picked up her head to look up at you.

Her eyes narrowed on yours as she leaned against your thigh. "You're not bullshitting me?"

You smiled as you nodded your head enthusiastically at your girlfriend. "I'd never lie to you."

"It's still embarrassing." Vada whined as she snuggled further into your clothed thigh. You laughed lowly as you removed the laptop off of your lap, placing it onto the empty space next to you.

"The most embarrassing thing about it is that you actually think I'd let you name our child Tod." You jested with a humorous grin. 

Honestly, you didn't know what was going through Vada's choosing the name Tod. You'd rather name your child Howard, a name you more than less hate.

Vada gave you a hurt look as she perched up on your thigh to be able to get a better look of you.

"Tod is a magnificent name. You'd probably name our child something nerdy like Peter." Your smile shifted to give Vada a dirty look at her words. Just because I love Spider-Man, you thought to yourself with a groan.

"There's nothing wrong with the name Peter, meanwhile there's everything wrong with the name Tod." You argued light-heartedly, the corners of Vada's lips twitched upwards, she was trying to fight her smile.

Pride withered in you at that, Vada was starting to feel less embarrassed at the whole situation.

Raising her eyebrows she gazed into your eyes. "Fine. We'll just have to name our child something absolutely ridiculous then." 

You smiled amusedly as you nodded your head as if heavily interested in the conversation. "Oh yeah? Like what?" 

Vada pursed her lips for a few moments as she glanced away from your eyes, deep in thought. As if she had figured out a top secret code, Vada returned her eyes to lock with yours, joy swirling around in her eyes.

"Donut." Vada assured with a nod of her head. You stifled a laugh as you cocked your head to the side like a husky. "Donut?" You repeated in a teasing tone.

She nodded her head confidently. "Donut; the second love of my life." Vada confirmed with a goofy grin on her face. 

You smirked, your free hand moving to rest on Vada's scalp as you played with her soft hair. "Who's your first love then?" 

"C'mon you already know the answer to that. It's obviously Bela Dimitrescu." Without hesitation you shoved Vada's head down with the hand that was on her head.

Vada laughed as she dodged your hand as she moved it so the side, landing her head back down on the top of your thigh. "Don't worry, baby. You'll always be my number one girl."

You narrowed your eyes. "Even over Bela?"

She nodded curtly against your thigh. "Even over Bela Dimitrescu."

"What about Lady Dimitrescu?" 

Vada hissed as she closed her eyes momentarily before reopening them. "That's a tough one." 

You sighed as you nodded your head in agreement. "Alright I'll give you that since she is so fine."

"So fucking fine." Vada whispered in agreement.

You smiled at Vada who beamed back at you with joy, a true sight for the sore eyes.

"How about instead of watching a movie we play sims?" Vada grinned as she sat up, grabbing the laptop as she sat by your side. 

"I'm pretty sure my sim just impregnated yours so we can name our third child donut." Vada giggled as she opened the laptop back up.

You gave her a  puzzled look. Vada's sim impregnated yours?

Why the fuck aren't you the one who had a dick? 

"Why do I have to be the pregnant one?" You questioned as Vada began replaying the game. "I give off bigger dick energy than you."

You scoffed loudly at that, rolling your eyes. "Yeah right."

[zyonsay]

could we get some max verstappen x m!reader childhood friends to bfs hcs? hope your day is great :D

Childhood Friends to Bfs Hcs MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Hcs about how you and Max came to be boyfriends

Reader: Male

Warnings: We hate Jos verstappen in this household

Now playing: 'West Coast' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there anon, I hope you like it! <3

And i wish you a nice day too, Merry Christmas!

The first time you met was when you were about three years old. Your dads had brought you along to a race and it made sense that they introduced their children.

Max was shy at first, but you insisted on him playing with you and your toy cars. You handed him the blue one while you kept the red one and that’s how your friendship was born.

To every race your dad had brought you along, you took the two toy cars with you in a small backpack, in hopes of getting to play with your new friend ‘Mats’.

When you two started karting, you got to see each other more regularly. The two toy cars were replaced by your favorite cars and the baby blabbering turned into elaborate conversations. Or at least as elaborate as nine-year-olds could get.

Both of you could give each other a sort of safe space; Max was scared and probably too proud to confide in anyone, but you were an exception. Whenever his dad would scold him after a race, you were nearby to offer him a hug after Jos had angrily stomped off. ‘You did amazing’, he was sobbing while you patted his back gently.

You both would regularly hang out with each other. Jos didn’t like the Idea of him staying at you place and ‘wasting time when he could be getting better’, so you two worked out a plan. Whenever Max wanted to hang out with you, he told his dad he was going to the Karting track with you to go and talk with mechanics and more experienced drivers. This was only half a lie though, you two would actually go to the track, but not before stopping to get ice cream.

The very first time he got to stay over at your place was when he’d placed second in a race, which made his dad furious. Jos hit Max’s helmet and packed his stuff before driving off. Max wasn’t one to cry often, only weak boys did that, his dad had told him. But this time he felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn’t even notice the tears running down his face, until you pointed it out. You dragged him behind one of the tents and wrapped him in a tight hug. This time, he let it all go. He cried bitter tears, keeping his arms around you, as if you were going to disappear into thin air. After he had calmed down, you convinced him to come back to your house and sleep over.

Your room was like a dreamland for him; There were a few glow in the dark stars on the walls and ceilings and your bed sheets had Lightning McQueen on them. Giggling, you two laid on the floor of your room, while the light was off. The stars on your ceiling shone in a light green hue and the cassette you were playing talked about an astronaut in space. Max had promised himself, if he didn’t end up becoming a Formula One driver, he’d become an astronaut.

Max first realized that he might feel a bit more for you was when he was 17, he’d just gotten the amazing news of him entering Formula One. You didn’t want to cry as much as you did, but you were worried. You were worried that he’d forget you, that he’d be too busy racing in the big league. It was almost midnight when you arrived outside his house. You sent him a text that you wanted to talk with him. Max crept down the stairs, making sure his dad wouldn’t wake up and find out about this little meet up. The streets were empty, and the dim light of the streetlamps attracted moths. With your hands in the pockets of your sweater, you confessed how you felt about his F1 Debut. You made sure to tell him that you wanted him to rise, but you were just worried about your friendship.

Your fear of him understanding you wrongly was luckily unnecessary. It was his turn to confess now. His boyish grin and his messy hair had you besotted. Max confessed how much you mean to him and how much he… – loves you.

With tear filled eyes you pulled him into a hug, holding him close under the light of the streetlamps while bats swiftly flew above you. With a sweet grin you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before you two walked back to his house.

That night, when you drove back home on your squeaky old bike, you cried happy tears. The wind played through your hair, and you felt unstoppable. This was the reassurance you needed and wanted. You were so damn happy.

Obviously, you had to keep a low image. Jos would probably be seething if he found out that his son was together with another boy. Additionally, Max had just started his F1 season, he didn’t really need any public slander right now.

Though a few years later he revealed his childhood best friend and his now boyfriend. Of course, you two have gotten loads of hate, but Max was happy to finally express himself. He loved you and that was the bottom line.

[blackdollette]

"you act like a kid even though you stand 6'2." | s. reid

norman fucking rockwell! - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a leap in the dark, with spencer trembling right behind you...

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⊹₊⋆ pairing: bau!female!reader x subby!spencer

⊹₊⋆ word count: 551

⊹₊⋆ contents: a little fluffy, spencer opening up to you

thunder clapped, sending a booming crescendo through the sky as electric lightning tore through the night’s black canvas.

you brought your fist to the mountainous wooden door of the supposedly abandoned manor, banging on it roughly. 

“fbi!” you yelled once, receiving nothing but silence in response to your call, along with the piercing echo that cut through the noise of the storm.

you turned, looking behind you. “alright, spence. it’s clear. let’s head in.” 

with his clammy palms keeping a shaky grip on his gun, he croaked out a feeble protest. “d-do we really have to go in there? i think that we can confidently conclude that it’s empty.”

there was nothing confident about the way he could barely tie together a string of words.

“all evidence that you came up with points to this place. we’ll just do a quick search and get out of here in no time.” with an almost effortless turn of the handle, the door creaked open with a sinister squeal. “we can even split up to cover more ground quicker if you want.”

you flicked on your flashlight, slowly making your way into the pitch-black house with spencer scurrying behind you, nearly tripping on his shoe. 

“everything okay back there?” you turned around, shining your light on him.

he was pale as a ghost, his neck specked with goosebumps as his eyes darted around the darkness, his pupils contracted in fear.

he cleared his throat, his voice coming out hoarse and suppressed. 

“w-would… would it b-be alright if i just waited outside…? i-i… i just…” his disposition had gone from slightly anxious to borderline panic, his hands trembling frantically as he sealed his eyes shut.

“hey, spencer…” you dropped your voice to a whisper, approaching him slowly. you hadn’t noticed the unfiltered, raw fear in his eyes until now, like he was about to run mad. you cautiously took his hand into yours, massaging slow circles onto his protruding veins with your thumb, dimming the flashlight slightly.

“what’s going on with you..?” you brought a gentle hand to his face, stroking his cheek and leading him against the wall, letting him lean against it. 

he panted quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. tiny beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, fluffy tufts of hair scattered across his face. you didn’t want to rush him to speak. you just wanted to know what was wrong.

he swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair as he finally brought himself to look at you. “have i… ever told you that i’m afraid of the dark..?” his voice was laced with guilt, like he was confessing to a horrific crime. 

you tried to mask your surprised but your eyes began to widen. “no… you haven’t mentioned it…”

he angled his head downward, the paleness in his cheeks being replaced with an embarrassed blush. you sighed deeply, giving him a pat on the chest. “c’mon, spence. we’ve got a job to do.”

he nodded, but the fearful look quickly returned in his eyes. 

you slipped your gun out from your belt, keeping a safe grip on it. “stay behind me. nothing’s gonna hurt you, alright? i swear it.”

he sheepishly snaked his arm around your waist, clinging onto you like you were his lifeline. 

“it’s all gonna be okay…”

author's note:

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Hey Ikora

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

VANNET PERSONAL VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

Three-Eyes says hi. We're going on a scavenger hunt for weird Darkness bullshit and Vanguard's not invited. Back in like a week. Don't freak out.

No salutation entered, “VIP #1315”

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

Apparently we've been workin for you the whole time and she only just told me. My bad. I didn't ask. Anyway, she's left a package for you. Says to send a field agent to come get it. Coordinates attached. Don't send Aunor. We don't like her.

Transmat firing, D

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

You're gonna love this. Did you know there was a small Shadow Legion outpost buried in one of the rings of Saturn? We didn't neither. Fixed that for ya. Might wanna send someone to come clean it up though. We made a mess.

Have fun! Nony Mouse

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

I'm typing this out exactly as she's sayin' it cuz I dunno what in the hell it means:

There is a lay line disturbance which is generating concretions of Darkness energy in the sediment which in turn are creating environmental hazards on the surface of Ganymede.

I think she wants you to send some Guardians to come and shoot it.

Toodles! Deeznutz

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

You've known Moondust for longer than me. If someone wanted to get her something special that'd make her super happy, you got any suggestions? I said something hilarious and she did not agree with how funny it was. She's real pissed at me and I do love making her mad, but not this mad, ya know? Help a fella out?

Transmat firing, D

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

Heard some of your spies went places they shouldn't of and now there's a mess in the Annex. You could'a just asked. Get Aunor to clean it up with a toothbrush or something and we'll call it even.

Later, N. O. Buddy

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

Eris says: The sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. Hope you know what that means cuz I sure as hell don't.

Ciao, Noman

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VANNET PERSONAL REMOTEACCESS/VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

Want anything from Neomuna while we're out here? Nimbus says hi. Osiris said something too but I stopped listening after he started using words like "weft" and "transmutation." Also Three-Eyes don't hate me no more. Thanks for the help.

Catch you soon, D

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VANNET PERSONAL VANTOWGUESTACC/ 6cc842de4888f9899a1f0e9ed97c2efa >> VANCINCLOCK IKORA REY

Hey Ikora,

Was quarantining the Annex really necessary? I already got past all those locks and shit your people put up but I need to run a business here. I left your Biohazard, Restricted Access, and No Entry signs in a pile under the stairs.

Transmat firing, 1315 in da house

[batfsm]

Maybe An Idea:

So I had this thought where Duke and Damian skip a day of school to visit Rie. Rie calls them out, pretending to be Duke’s aunt and gets away with Damian because the school knows Bruce is fostering Duke and think Bruce knows what his children are up to.

They only get caught because Rie had an interview with Wayne Enterprises for a position and calls to cancel it, using the excuse of her nephew and his brother being sick, same excuse as the school, and no one to care for them except her and she couldn’t leave them alone because they were very sick.

Well the school ends up calling WE to ask to speak to Tim or Bruce about someone picking up Damian and Duke’s work for the day. The receptionist who answered the school phone call also had answered Rie’s cal and thought it was weird in a way so she told Tam absolutemindedly about both calls, especially since Rei was supposed to have her interview with Tam, though the latter didn’t know it.

Tam ends up telling Tim and Bruce, who was in the room when she burst in, and Bruce checks his youngest two children’s civilian tracker. They see them both at the same place and Tam says that’s Rie’s address.

Bruce and Tim end up leaving for the day, pick up the school work and then drive to Rie’s apartment where they meet and get to know Rei.

The four of them end up spending the day with Rei and then go home to eat and get ready for the night where the story I wrote below starts.

“Hello?”

“Hey Rie. Mind if we turn on the cameras? Tim and B are getting restless and D thinks it might help if they can see you during patrol.”

“That’s…that’s fine. I’m going to sleep now but I’ll be up in about three hours.” A yawn was heard as a camera flashed on.

The flash disappeared and a woman came into view. She waved at the camera before crawling into bed.

Duke glanced at his father and siblings as Damian walked around him to put something into the Batcomputer. “Rie checks on the working girls and boys that work in the Diamond and other districts. It’s how we met, she was kicking the ass of a john that didn’t know the word no. I stumbled across them accidentally and we’ve been friends since.”

“Grandfather employs her to keep an eye on us. She’s been here since before I came. Hood, Rie came to Gotham with you but you didn’t know. She leaves Crime Alley alone but the rest of the working girls and boys are under her protection, technically the Leagues,” Damian added on, “You all will now be able to access the cameras in Rei’s apartment whenever we are down here or in costume.”

“Good. I don’t like the thought of her being out but if Ra’s has her on his payroll, Rie has guards, correct?” Tim went on at Duke’s nod, “As long as she doesn’t mind us having access and dropping in on her and her ‘work’ I know I’ll let it go. For now.”

“I’ll get a couple of my people to go to the Districts around Crime Alley. Some of the girls wanted to go work there anyways but stayed because they were afraid of being taken advantage of.

If Ra’s had Rie working for him and the girls and boys like her, I’ll see if we can work together.” Jason shrugged his jacket on.

“Rie knows that the Alley trusts you and told us before she be open to working with you. Said that maybe she be able to get a full nights sleep soon. She just didn’t get your attention earlier because Rie didn’t want anyone hurt as we ‘fought’.” Duke volunteered.

Jason hummed before the family broke up to their assignments for the night and Duke went up to the Manor to sleep until his day shift.

It changed a lot from how I had it in my head because Ra’s wasn’t going to be involved and I had given Rei a stalker that breaks into her bedroom when she’s in it and Bruce ends up calling the police and getting her better windows that also have more trackers on them that he planted somehow. But that doesn’t fit in with her knowing and being on Ra’s payroll because I would think the League of Assassins would stop the stalker.

I might do something with this and then I might not. I do like what I have though.