#i get soooo intimidated trying to start shows like that

[anundyingfidelity]

DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH? — Billy Butcher

Summary: Butcher gives orders for you to stay back from the fight. You hardly comply and prove differently; he starts thinking in a very improper manner about you.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female!supe reader.

Word count: 2k.

Warnings: smut!! hate sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies to fuck buddies, reader can control blood and explode shit (like Victoria Neuman lol), the usual mentions of violence.

Notes: this is a request made by @thatcharmingmushroom for my 400 followers drabbles celebration. I'm sorry I took soooo damn long on this, but I hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea because I had so much fun with it! I picked the Herogasm episode for this tho hehe

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On the hunt for Payback, you made your way to infiltrate Herogasm along with Butcher, Hughie and the new asshole, Soldier Boy, not caring that the British dick ordered you a thousand times to stay back.

For different reasons, you were kind of forced to stay with the team, and while you didn’t really get along with any of them, Butcher was by far the one you hated the most. And, in the end, when Soldier Boy burned the whole place to the ground with a blast and Homelander arrived, you couldn’t stand there doing nothing. While the three men tried to hold down Homelander, you used your blood to create strong whips around his limbs, trying to tie him to the ground as Soldier Boy prepared to blast, yet again.

But just in seconds, Homelander recharged himself and pushed them all aside, cutting your whips, and flashing you quickly with his heat vision before storming out. Your blood blades barely made it to the hole he left in the roof as the supe just disappeared, flying away like a scared bitch.

“Well,” you started after an instant of staying silent. “I guess we fucking failed.”

Butcher shot you a dark glare as he walked straight until he stopped in front of you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered.

You held his eyes as he towered you with his broad figure. He looked even more intimidating now he started playing the supe, injecting himself with Compund V. “I don’t care.”

There was this smug smirk on his face as you talked back. You knew he hated you; you knew you hated him. But as fucking weird your powers were, controling blood and exploding people with their own, Butcher found you interesting and stupidly astonishing. But of course, he wasn’t going to admit it. They were just intrusive thoughts about you and how hot you were, defying his direct orders of strictly not coming to the supe-orgy. Yeah, Homelander was a fucking cunt, and he would take care of Soldier Boy soon too. Right now, he just needed something to take the stress out after another stupid failure. His hand would work later once back at the motel, he decided.

Butcher leaned down, until his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear. “We’ll see about that.”

“Why do I have to keep listening to you?” you asked as Butcher followed back to the motel.

You stopped right out of your door, because of course you weren’t going to share a room with him and the old asshole. Hughie, who went inside their room, was the only decent human being between all of them, but still, you had to take care of yourself from those fuckers. Besides, the British idiot wouldn’t stop the verbal vomiting the whole fucking trip and you were growing sick of it.

“Because, for starters, you’re a fucking newbie here,” Butcher replied, smirking hatefully. “And second, your powers are fucking out of control. You need training and keep your mouth shut.”

You rolled your eyes, showing him your wrists. “I already healed myself from the cuts I made. Perhaps I should use your blood next time?”

“No, there’s no next time for you.”

“You don’t decide that, Butcher,” you crossed your arms over your chest, tired of being treated like a stupid kid. “I’m helping on this, I want him dead. And if any of you idiots don’t kill him, then I will.”

He curved an eyebrow, not showing any signs of being taken aback at your words, but inside, he was just in awe as before. You really hated Homelander as much as he did, however, you didn’t have a fucking plan. You would attack first, ask questions later. In any way, since when could he care about that? He had no idea.

“Hey,” Soldier Boy talked behind Butcher and stepped in closer between both of you. “You fucking stay back from this, you ain’t doing shit with your blood whips.”

Furious, you motioned your hand to draw fresh blood from a wound on his cheek and created a sharp blade, cutting his skin lightly. Soldier Boy clenched his jaw before smirking at you.

“Talk to me like that ever again and I’ll blow your dick, and not the way you like it,” you warned through your teeth.

Soldier Boy wiped the blood off the fresh wound, and smiled anew before patting Butcher on the shoulder. “She’s all yours, pal.”

With that, the old supe disappeared in the next room. You just wanted this to be over, so you turned around to get inside your room, but Butcher wouldn’t leave you alone just yet, putting his foot between the door and the frame, holding it with his super strength.

“What the fuck you want now?!” you yelled at him as he made his way inside, slamming the door closed.

“Imma have to call the fucking CIA if you don’t calm down your ass,” he threatened between his teeth.

“You wouldn’t-”

“I can, and I fucking will,” he insisted, taking slow strides, making you step back from him until your back met the wall.

His eyes were getting dangerously dark and you could smell the sweat and dry blood coming from him. You noticed his pulse was increasing, and you grinned. Your mind jumped to an unsafe place where you probably knew what Butcher was feeling right now. The heat and coming down the high of what could have been the end of both yours and his enemy was too much to burden. Little did he know that you were the kind of person that used to take out the stress with something, or someone. Just like him.

“From one to ten, how much do you hate me?” you asked all of the sudden, looking straight into his eyes.

Butcher’s fierceful gaze turned into confusion. “What?”

“How fucking much do you hate me?” you repeated yourself steadier.

Butcher rolled his eyes before answering in a whisper. “I’d choose a one thousand scale for that.”

“Good, I hate you too,” you replied with a smirk before pulling him for a kiss that turned heated too fast, but you didn’t care.

You needed release. Something quick, hard and hot to take it out of your system. He was perfect for the task, and by the way his tongue tasted your mouth, you found out that he wouldn’t step back. At least you hoped so. The tension between both of you was so damn sharp and it was just a matter of time for that bomb to explode, and you preferred it this way instead of fighting each other to death.

Gripping the neck of his shirt to get even closer as you kissed, Butcher’s hands roamed all over your hips, running on your sides until he met the flesh of your ass on your jeans, pressing you towards his chest. You gasped against his mouth when he started to unzip your pants, you worked immediately on the buttons of his shirt. Desperately, you discharged his shirt, the fabric being followed to his pants, and he undressed you with the same eagerness until you were only panties and bra.

Butcher lifted you up from the ground, hands on your thighs as he guided you to the mattress. He crawled on top of you, spreading your legs with his big, rough hands and leaning down to lick down at your chest and rip your bra off. His action made you gasp out loud at the same time he sucked on a nipple like a starved man.

“You're a fucking beast,” you whimpered, feeling his hands peeling off your panties and leaving you completely exposed at his mercy.

You tugged at his jeans and he pulled them down along with his boxers as quickly as he could, taking out his dick with that smug smile on his stupid face. He noticed your eyes taking the sight of his half nakedness, biting your lip slightly once you focused on his hard cock pressing on your crotch. It only made you wet.

“Well, I plan to fuck you like one,” he said, grabbing the back of your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds.

“Show me, don’t talk- fuck!”

You let out a rather loud moan when he rubbed your clit with his fingers, playing with your entrance until he inserted a single, thick digit in your pussy. Butcher stretched you out with a finger, then slid a second one, scissoring them to reach your deepest spots as your walls clenched around his digits. You kept whimpering and moaning as he increased the thrusts of his hand.

“Bloody fuck, these are the only sounds I like coming from your mouth, luv,” he hissed, sensing that you almost came on his fingers.

Right before you reached your high, he pulled out and you groaned in annoyance, feeling empty once again.

“Shit,” you breathed out.

He positioned between your legs anew, getting comfortable as he started to push his tip against your slit. The grip of his hands on your thighs became a little harsh once he entered you slowly, the thickness of his cock splitting you open.

“What a tight cunt I always knew you’d be,” he grunted, filling you up completely and leaning down to mark your neck with his teeth.

His mouth and thrusts earned him your sweet moans as he fucked you senseless. The burning soon turned into pleasure. Your nails scratched his back while moaning incoherent words. His hands on your thighs would leave marks on your skin, but it felt so damn good. You needed a little bit of pain to remind you that you were alive, rotting for that sweet bliss only sex could give you.

Moans escaped from your throat and mingled with his deep groans and the sound of your skin against his own, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall with every of his hard thrusts. You pulled him down for a wet kiss when you felt closer and closer to come undone.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you gasped.

Butcher increased the rhythm of his thrusts, his cock throbbing as your walls started to clench around him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he mumbled against your mouth.

“Do you still hate me?” you asked, trying to catch your breath. You reached down to rub your clit. You were so close, almost there.

“If I keep fucking you like this then I might change my mind- holy fuck!”

In that moment, you came hard with a string of curses and clenching your walls around his cock. The pound of his hips increased and he fucked you through your orgasm to reach his own. You continued rubbing your clit, fingers finding the place where you two connected, meeting his cock coated with your juices when he pulled out just slightly to slam back inside again.

Butcher emptied his cum inside you, mumbling dirty words against your ear. His rhythm slowing down eventually, fucking his seed in your pussy. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out and rolled by your side on the bed. Your body started to ache but in the best way possible. It was the best fuck you had in a long time. After a couple of minutes in complete silence you decided to talk, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“I hope you keep hating on me…”

He turned slightly to see your blank face. “Why?”

“I love hate-fucking.”

He scoffed with a smile curving on his lips. “You bet I enjoyed this too.”

Within a second, you climbed on top of him. Thighs straddling his lap as you rubbed your cunt on his soft cock.

“Second round? You can eat me out and suck your cum out of me,” you gave him a wink, rolling your hips and leaning down for a quick kiss.

“Dirty girl,” Butcher whispered on your lips. “Perhaps put your mouth into good use.”

“I like how that sounds,” you smiled back at him.

Billy Butcher taglist

@delaynew

@thesilmarillionblog

@feyresqueen

@drasticemotions

[extinctlesspains]

can u do Kwon with a reader that doesn't do karate who he is soooo in love with like is a whole different person when she's around and she came with him to the sekai taikai and hawk tries flirting with her but she turns him down obv but then he calls her ugly and Kwon gets SO MAD and defends her and is so cute and soft trying to cheer her up

A/n: OOOO WAIT THIS IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD 😫🙌🏻

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 : 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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»»——⍟——««

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝐺𝑓!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑤𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠?

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The energy at the Sekai Taikai is electric, the arena buzzing with excitement and tension. You walk beside Kwon, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring. His presence is a stark contrast to the intimidating environment, and he’s practically glued to your side. Around everyone else, Kwon is a formidable competitor, but with you, he’s soft, gentle—like you’re his entire world.

During a break between matches, you find yourself at the refreshment area, feeling a bit out of place. While Kwon goes to grab a bottle of water, Hawk approaches with his signature swagger. His eyes sweep over you with a smirk that instantly puts you on edge.

“Didn’t expect to see someone like you here,” he starts, leaning casually against the table. “Kwon’s girl, huh? Surprised he’s keeping you hidden. Must be afraid someone better might snatch you up.”

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I’m here to support Kwon. I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell.”

Hawk chuckles, undeterred by your rejection. “Playing hard to get? Cute. You sure you’re with the right guy? I could show you a better time.”

Your patience wears thin. “Not interested, Hawk. Just go back to your team.”

His smirk falters, replaced by a sneer. “Tch. Whatever. You’re not that pretty anyway. Kwon must be desperate.”

Before you can respond, a cold, dangerous voice cuts through the air. “What did you just say?”

You turn to see Kwon standing behind Hawk, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. The atmosphere shifts instantly, the tension thick enough to cut. Kwon steps between you and Hawk, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Hawk shrugs, trying to play it off. “Relax, man. Just saying the truth. No need to get all worked up.”

Kwon’s fists clench at his sides. “Apologize. Now.”

Hawk scoffs, clearly not taking the warning seriously. “Come on, man. You know it’s true. She’s nothing special.”

That’s all it takes. In a heartbeat, Kwon closes the distance, grabbing Hawk by the collar and shoving him against the refreshment table. The entire area goes quiet, eyes turning toward the commotion.

“Say that again,” Kwon growls, his voice low and dangerous. “I dare you.”

Hawk’s eyes widen, and for a moment, fear flickers in them. “Hey, chill. I didn’t mean—”

“Apologize. To her. Or you’ll regret it.” Kwon’s grip tightens, his knuckles white.

“Alright, alright! Sorry!” Hawk stammers, raising his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Kwon releases him, and Hawk stumbles back, glaring but saying nothing more as he walks away, muttering under his breath.

The moment he’s gone, Kwon turns to you, his entire demeanor softening. His eyes, filled with anger just moments ago, now brim with concern and tenderness. He gently cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheek.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s just an insecure idiot.”

You nod, trying to smile, but Kwon can see the hurt lingering in your eyes. His expression softens even more, and he pulls you into a tight hug. “You’re the most beautiful person here. Inside and out. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.”

You bury your face in his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace. His voice drops to a whisper, meant only for you. “I’ll always protect you. No one talks to you like that and gets away with it.”

For the rest of the day, Kwon doesn’t leave your side. He showers you with compliments, sneaking kisses and holding your hand tighter than ever. Every time you catch his gaze, he gives you a soft smile, his eyes filled with so much love and adoration that it makes your heart flutter.

During his next match, you watch from the sidelines, and every time he lands a strike, his eyes flicker to you, like he’s silently dedicating every move to you. Afterward, he rushes back to your side, pulling you into his arms.

“See? All for you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You smile, finally feeling the sting of Hawk’s words fade away. Because with Kwon beside you, fiercely protective and endlessly loving, you know you’re exactly where you belong.

[astrow1zar6]

Sun Sign Observations- 012

Every Scorpio Sun male I met gives the same vibe as Sasuke from Naruto lol. They all give off this mysterious nonchalant vibe. They come off as very uninterested in others but this is lowkey what draws so many people to them. They are sooo magnetic (especially with libra placements) these guys are very sexy and a lot of ppl obsess over them men and women whether it be good or bad. Also I notice they are quite pessimistic.

I notice Gemini Suns are either so chatty or very mute lol. I feel there’s no in between. I feel like Gemini’s are the introverted of the extroverts. But even the quiet ones are very good conversationalists when you really start to get them going lol. They get the reputation of being flakey and fake but really it’s not the case a lot of the time. Geminis need a lot of mental stimulation, it’s energy is very restless so when things are stable for too long they can become irritated more than most. Bringing in new ideas and social connections help their fast paced minds feel at ease. This however can cause them to be very misunderstood and have a harder time with holding long lasting relationships.

Libra suns are all so naturally pretty (men and women) they are so easy to spot because they all have this conventionally popular look to them. Also the flirt A LOT, a little too much at times. I feel like this sun sign enjoys leading others on more than most. They love attention especially from attractive people. They are so charming and can make you feel so special (even if it’s completely fake). As much as they flirt it’s actually rare they really fall in love but when they do they become so devoted to their partner & very obsessive (especially with Scorpio placements). But overall they are genuinely nice people even if it can be a little fake they try so hard to make people happy and comfortable which is so respectable.

Capricorn sun people I notice find a lot of humor in being mean to people😭 and you never know if they really mean it or not cuz they have such a dry humor (I honestly think most do mean it tho)😂. But their serious tone can be so hilarious. It can come off as intimidating sometimes cuz they can be pretty cutthroat.

Pisces suns will say some of the weirdest most random shit outta nowhere. It can be so funny tho cuz it’s usually so out of context😂 I feel like Pisces are more of oddballs than Aquarius. They have this feral energy they keep hide around these calm sweet auras. But they only show this side to people the trust.

All the Sagittarius suns I met are all surprisingly very emotional people. They normally hide their sensitive souls under this really confident flamboyant carefree mask. But really their huge animated personalities are defenses to hide how vulnerable and scared they really fear. They come off as childish but when they really open up to you they are some of the wisest people you’ll meet. One big thing I respect about this sign to is their inability to discriminate against others, they have such an non judgmental nature about them & are always so open to learn even if it normally goes against what they stand for.

Cancer suns are soooo clingy to their partners. Once they feel they found their soulmate I see a lot kinda isolate themselves and their partner. They can become a little codependent. It’s hard for cancers to feel comfortable around people because of their softer nature. So when they find someone that finally feels like home it’s hard for them to separate themselves.

Taurus suns can be very jealous of others. I honestly think more than Scorpios. A lot I met tend to be very bully like if insecure about themselves. They don’t like when others look better or have more money than them. Most feel like they have to be the best to feel good about themselves and many can find it hard to see the beauty in themselves:( but when healthy these people can be the rock to their families and relationships they are so stable and reliable once they love you they will do anything for you. These people genuinely do have big hearts but their egos can get in the way a lot.

I’m so jealous of Leo Suns, they are just so confident in their authentic selves it’s so admirable. It’s so hard for this sign to feel embarrassment because they love the attention and expression so much. I’d die to have this trait. This is why so many people want to be around them the shine like the Sun 🌞

[burn-before-reading]

blue is the colour of your eyes

joost klein x artist! reader

The overwhelming need to paint him. just fluff and rambling and being a nervous mess.

now has a prequel! read here

word count: 2.3k

a/n: supposed to be short blurb but it got away from me soooo anyway i haven’t tried to write anything in a hot second but Joost is inspiringggg so enjoy. Definitely wanna come back to this idea later possibly who knows. i don’t proofread anything btw so good luck

warnings: none except awkwardness, google translate Dutch, and a titanic reference.

RPF BELOW. PLEASE SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE. DONT REPOST TO OTHER SOCIAL MEDIAS OKAY PLS AND THANK YOU

You can’t seem to stop staring at him today. Two hours of putting pencil to paper trying to come up with literally ANY other idea and now your left with a pages full of Joost doodles.

He, of course, has no clue. drawing on his ipad on the other side of the couch. a movie playing in the background as the two of your got engrossed in your own work. who knows what he was doodling.

You were supposed to be brainstorming ideas for a painting for a group show coming up. The theme was vague and open ended. Love, in every sense of the word. Platonic, romantic, the secret third kind you didn’t even wanna think about right now.

You shouldn’t be thinking about Love and staring at Joost. You two were friends. He just sees you as a friend. Purely platonic.

Turning the next page over you give yourself a fresh start and start working on a couple thumbnails for possible paintings. You start scribbling a figure in the center. moving quickly to the background you add scribbles of flowers and leaves. making a short list to the side of plants to study later: Daisies, Sage, tulips.

Satisfied enough with the first thumbnail you scribble a few more in different poses. hands folded in their lap, resting on a table, holding a cigarette….wait.

you go back to the last sketch and notice you added a bit more details than intended. chunky glasses and a sharp haircut. you look back up at your accidental muse. He is still engrossed in his own art, but you manage to catch his eye after a minute when he looks up from his work.

his eyes pierced into your soul in that moment and the painting flew together in your head. Splashes of yellow and orange contrasting with the green of the plants. And his eyes. bright blue.

Why are his eyes so blue…

“you good?” he asks.

you dont know how long you were staring at him before you submitted to your own subconscious desires. Pencil tapping repeatedly on your sketchbook you muster up the courage to ask,

“can I paint you?”

his mouth gaped open slightly as that wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. He straightens his posture and shifts slightly in his seat.

“like… now?”

“No not now.. I just keep getting stuck on this idea and,, can i?” you gesture to the space next to him and he shimmies over slightly to give you permission to move closer. Now sitting next to him, you lean your book over for him to see.

“I just keep thinking about this idea of someone in a boquet of flowers, or just surrounded by flowers, and I want it to feel warm. I would be looking off to the side, or maybe smoking, i don’t know yet, but around you I imagined some Tulips and maybe sage to contrast your hair and..” you stopped as you felt yourself rambling and you look up. Bright blue staring back at you, full attention, hanging on your every word.

Comforting, yet still intimidating. You feel yourself want to shrink back into your half of the couch. explaining your ideas and baring your soul to this creature next to you that stole your attention and won’t give it back. This Fae that you gave your name to and now your theirs. At his beck and call at 9am when he texts you to hang out all of a sudden, so you cancel your own plans. Fae with bright blue eyes. stupid blue eyes.

what shade of blue are they?

his face looked interested, but still confused and hesitant, so you start to backtrack.

“You don’t have to agree, it was just an idea I had..” your pencil nervously taps the edge of your paper again and you look down and away from his face.

tap tap tap tap tap tap

Joost grabs your hand to stop your nervous tick and you glance back at him.

“No i want to, but… do i have to be naked?” his question breaks the tension and you burst out laughing.

“No. what? No! why would you think that?” you ask. he laughs as well.

“Ive seen your other studies of people, I didn’t know if this was gonna be like that one scene in titanic or,”

“Titanic? no no, I just want it to be you. We can agree on an outfit later if you are down for it but I just want you to feel like yourself.” he smiled and from this close you could see and the beautiful little details of his face. crows feet, dimples, each individual eyelash. His perfect blue eyes.

———

the next week you met up again, but this time you had arranged your studio up so you could sketch and photograph your model as needed. You had gathered your other needed models, a bouquet or two of flowers you had spent the last few days over analysing and studying. pages and pages of flower studies to make sure you had all the right angles needed when it came to the final painting. This next step you were slightly dreading.

It much easier to draw something when its not starting straight back at you.

Joost showed up later that day wearing a white button up short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and his usual chunky frames. his hair not as neat as it usually was but styled to suit the overgrown mullet look he had been sporting lately. Yellow roots growing in. He had badgered you all week about what he needed to wear and even though you said you trusted his fashion choices to pick a suitable outfit he insisted on a guideline. So you gave him one.

“Well people usually get flowers on a date, right? so i dunno, what would you wear on a date?”

“ Have you gotten flowers on a date before?”

“well… no, but typically thats a thing sometimes. it seems nice.”

“… Is this a date?”

“…its a collaboration.”

You guided him over to the corner you had set up as the make shift backdrop for him to model in. An old love chair you thrifted years ago sitting on rolled out black paper for the backdrop. some flowers in a pile of the floor for you to mess with later.

He sits down on the chair as you gather your needed materials to sketch. larger pieces of paper, charcoal and an assortment of graphite, watercolour paints, and your camera for when he can’t sit still any longer.

“okay i think im all set. lemme know whenever you’re comfortable and we can start okay?”

“okay.. do I just stare at you or..” he fidgets with a ring on his finger.

“find something to focus on right behind me. and just try to sit naturally. I just want you to pose in a way that feels naturally.” you state and pick up a piece of charcoal and bring it up to the easel.

Posing came a little naturally to Joost. He had done plenty of photoshoots before but he felt 100% more nervous about this one. It was more personal, more intimate. He had never really watched you work before, fully in your element, and it was so fascinating to him. yet… boring. He wondered how rich people in the past could stand for so long to get their portrait done, it had been two minutes and he was dying of boredom. His only entertainment was stealing glances at you and the faint music in the background.

“Can I talk?” he asked, careful not to move he head as he glanced at you. he saw you nod in his peripheral vision.

“Yea that should be okay, Ill let you know if i need you to stop for a second.”

“So… do you have people model for you usually?”

“No not really. most times I paint from life outside or just have to look for references online. Ive drawn friends before, but never for a bug painting. This one needed to be more personal tho.”

“more personal? How-“

“Wait can you turn back?” He had moved his head towards you fully with that last question. throwing off the perfect angle you had for his hair. “Sorry I’ll answer in a second just tilt your head a little..” you gesture with your hands and he tries to go back into position, but its not the same. He is still looking at you, that perfect shade of blue haunting you, staring you down. you look at the first sketch you had and now it just feels boring. “Maybe lets try a different pose.” the pencil tapping starts again as you think.

“Sorry, did I mess it up?” he looks away from you and runs in hand through his hair, giving it a new look. It urks you how much can change in a person with just one moment. With one turn it feels like an entirely new image.

“You’re fine, I just want something more interesting. Maybe if your hands were… can I?” He nods and you walk over to analyse his pose at a closer distance. Wiping your hands on your pants to eliminate any charcoal and sweat, you carefully pose his arms to rest on the armrests. You step back, to view your work.

“You were saying, what is this for again?” he asks. You are too engrossed in your project at this point to feel embarrassed talking about it.

“A group show between me and some old college friends. Ive been struggling on something to pick for the theme and it finally came to me the other day.” You fidgit with his left arm, deciding if it should be resting under his chin or falling from the armrest into his lap. “I just want this to be perfect..”

“Whats the theme?” You look at his and feel your face grow a little hot with what the answer is.

“uhh,, flowers! thats what we’re missing!” you avoid the question by running to grab one the fresh boquetes you bought this morning.

“I think maybe if you just hold these then you can-“ you foots catches on a pencil that had fallen, sending you crashing down and into Joosts lap in the chair, where he catches your arms to help you regain balance.

“are you okay?” You are growing more frustrated by the second and you don’t want to look up at him.

“yea, fine. Just gimmie a second.” Your eyes stay down at his lap where the bouquet now laid in a shaken mess of petals and leaves. still usuable, but not your perfect vision like you wanted.

“Maybe you should take a break for a second?” he insists and stands up the switch places so now you sit in the chair, and he is hovering above you. “You are getting really worked up over this, are you okay?”

“yea yea, im fine.” you take a deep breath to try and regain yourself. Looking up, the blue is now inches from your face as he stares are you with worry. For some reason, in this moment, you just feel like bursting. “Its your eyes. I can’t focus with em.”

“what?”

“You’re always so distracting, you know that?”

“If im so distracting then why ask me to model?”

“Its just for the theme. Like i said it came to me the other day and i can’t let it go now.”

“ what can’t you let go?”

“I think I might be falling in love-“ you stop yourself as the words fall out, but the confession is already spoken. Your eyes fall to your lap as you can’t bare to look at him in the moment.

“Lieverd…” he bring a hand up to delicately grab your cheek and tilt your head up so you look at him again. With the two of you staring again you glance between his eyes and his mouth, and he seems to understand. “can I?” he asks and you rise out of the seat to meet him halfway.

Lips meeting and moving together as you bring one hand to his hair and the other grabbing at his shirt collar to bring him closer. His free hand pulls your waist in as your lips move in sync, each of you waiting for the other to break the moment.

You pull away first and are immediately met with your foe, blue staring you down but now feel softer. You pull your hands away slightly and wince at the damage you had done.

“Shit! Your shirt!” His looks to see smudges of charcoal staining the collar from where you grabbed it. He laughs and just shrugs.

“I kinda like it.” he replies and leans back in to kiss you again. You kiss back and lean into it before breaking again.

“As fun as this is, ai do really want to finish the sketch.” Joost laughs and nods, giving you space to get up and he sits down once again.

“Can I take you on a date after this?” he asks.

“mmm maybe,” you tease,” Ive never dated one of my models before.” you pick up the charcoal one more time and put a new piece of paper on your easel.

“Im more than just a model, right? Im your muse.” he smirks and gets into a dramatic pose that he is surely going to complain about holding for more than a minute. “Now, Lieverd, Teken mij als een van jouw Franse meisjes.”

You two did not get much more work done that day.

[weebsinstash]

As much as I want to have children by this man, let's take a moment to sip our platonic yandere Miguel juice

-i can't decide which sex he'd be more partial to in a 'child'/you since in the movie there was Gabriella but in the comics he eventually has a son who becomes the next Spiderman but--

-as a girl i just naturally think of a lot of those sorts of gender specific ideas 👉👈 he's this big scary hulking intimidating threat and his "daughter" is the one melting his cold exterior

-doesnt matter if you're a grown ass woman, Miguel sees you struggling to braid your hair and suddenly here he is, full dad mode, doing it for you,and depending on how close you two are, maybe he disguises it with "ugh, stop spending so much time messing around with that. If I do it for you will you get back to work? 🙄", but really it's just your new self proclaimed dad/tio wanting to help braid your hair and help you feel pretty and, oh, how he can fondly remember the last time he helped braid "his daughter's" hair...

-of course this evolves to him just loving to do things with your hair. Braid it, wear it natural, style it, use products on it, hes got you. you were just trying to put your hair in a lazy updo like a ponytail or bun and this man doesn't let you leave until he's got you completely combed out, hair braided with ribbons, and of course this entire time youre awkwardly sitting there in a chair in his absolute cave of a workstation with this gargantuan 6'9 man there, "so how was your day? Staying out of trouble?"

-really I mean. Is stealing other people's kids NOT technically in character for him. You're unfortunate enough to trauma bond with this man and you're never getting rid of him

-you hear Miles Morales call him tio (as in the tio meaning dude) and you jokingly teasingly start calling him tio, which Miguel secretly pretends is the version that means uncle. You're just constantly joking around or looking up at him with these big pouty eyes, "but tio 🥺 can't I PLEASE--" and its like. Lmao people know that if they need to ask Miguel for a favor, that it increases their chances to have you ask in their stead

- I mean, as a female adult abused as a child by my own father, raised by a single mom myself, like...

Reader flinches away when Peter B goes to give you a supportive pat on the back or comes in for a high five after a mission and you force yourself to laugh because you're feeling more than just a little awkward and in the spotlight. "Oh, sorry, that was dumb!" And they eventually get you to kind of anxiously word vomit "my dad used to just kind of, rough me up sometimes when I did something wrong! It-it could've been a lot worse honestly, but, it-it just makes me kinda jumpy around guys sometimes! It's not a big deal, or personal or anything. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad 🥺"

Peter B, Jessica, and Miguel all there as older parental figures and also literal parents, immediately exchange looks and agree like "oh hell naw, don't like that" and you get silently adopted by all three of em right then and there

-if it's a physically abusive father and you're still the victim of abuse, I imagine your dad had some suspicious figures suddenly show up in the middle of the night to terrify and threaten the shit out of him and suddenly you aren't getting as manhandled anymore

-can you imagine, like, you show up to Spider Society one day with a black eye "oh, this? It's, it's nothing. My dad is just, he's about to make police captain and he's really stressed about it is all" cue all your friends mentally high fiving around the table because your abusive piece of shit dad is going to die and you don't even know. When it happens they'll all be "oh no, sweetie, I'm SOOOO sorry :(" meanwhile they're thrilled bc now you don't have any parents and they can weasel in there as your new family, schedule your birthday parties, monopolizing more of your time, things like that

-goddd I just imagine it could become some kind of weird fucked up enmeshed scenario where the structure it's providing for your life is actually good for you meanwhile Miguel is like, retroactively kind of soothing some of his trauma both from his own childhood and what happened with the second universe he broke that it's just like. You're a grown ass adult and this man is tucking you in goodnight and saying "te amo, mija" at the doorway and you bet his ass is going to stand there and not let you sleep until you say it back. He knows you're just absolutely seething at him and he'll still refuse to leave without a grumbling "te amo, papá 🙄"

-He eventually just has you doing so much shit and depending on him so much that it starts to become second nature to you. one day you're in the Society doing one of the odd jobs you're allowed to help with and suddenly you're thinking, "Ugh I actually don't know what to do next, I wish Papá was here to-- WAIT SHIT NO I MEAN MIGUEL--"

-lmaooooo as a non Spanish speaker I keep thinking of how awwwwwful it would be if he actually forces you to learn Spanish. Not inherently because there's anything wrong with Spanish, but, I'm not always smart, and I can just SEE him quizzing your ass, forcing you to have entire conversations in Spanish, always clicking his tongue or chuckling at you when you make a mistake and he just thinks you're so cute struggling to learn 🥰 man hears you're trying to take extra lessons from Miles and he instantly drops everything he's doing to go track the little scamp down. Insert meme "I can forgive being an anomaly but I draw the line at teaching Reader bad Spanish"

-siiiiiiigh eventually the day comes when you're in big danger and you need his help, maybe you disobeyed him and was hanging out with some other Spiders in another dimension when there was a sudden villain attack, and he comes to your rescue as a villain does something dramatic like has a gun to your head or a knife to your neck and the second you see him you're just overwhelmed wirh a sense of relief, calling out for him, calling him dad/tio/papá whatever, and he's just like 😭❤️ pumping his fist internally, like YES you are so grounded when you get back home but also 🥰 you finally called him dad without him having to twist your arm 🥰 nevermind if the "villain" who kidnapped you was actually a Spider who owed him a favor, and this whole thing was to teach you a lesson about listening to your Papá, that's not important ❤️

-Miguel who forces you to learn Spanish vs Miguel who forces you to be Catholic. I can excuse kidnapping and forced adoption but I draw the line at making me practice religion 💀 no but seriously, he probably does have certain morals and values he instills/forces upon you if he thinks you need them, and he'll probably be one of those fathers, "are you leaving the house dressed like that? Go change" and orders you not to hang out with certain people he doesn't approve of or thinks have bad character (like hobie lmao)

-bruh you two will be on a super serious important mission and this man will be like "it's dark, hold my hand so we dont get separated"

Eventually it comes to a point where you're, not perfectly behaved but, just about. If someone finds Miguel, it means you're not very far away, or vice versa. Members of the Society quickly learn not to make any advances on you or make any "adult" comments unless they want to get suspiciously hurt during a personal training session by the big boss himself. You think you're safe just cause Miguel isn't around? Nah, cause then you have Peter B and Jess keeping an eye on you, and, not that YOU'RE aware of the extent, but, if Miguel ever gets worried, he can just ask Lyla what you've been getting up to, since your modified little daypass has her installed into it and she can track your every move ❤️ helicopter parent? Oh honey, you have NO idea...

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Can u do the Curtis gang +curly with a f!scene reader plz!!!! :3333

Ofc Darlin!!! I’d freakin loveeeeeeeee to!! We love our scene queen x gang requests!!

The Gang + Curly Shepard x F! Scene Reader

Ponyboy Curtis

-he thinks you’re soooo cool

-super intimidated though

-he’s memorized your entire schedule before he actually talks to you lmao

-he’s down sooo bad

-he started listening to scene music too just for you

-after doing hours of research to find out your style

-and one time you were in the library and he played the music just a little too loud in hopes of you noticing

-“Is that <insert band name>?! I LOVE them!! I didn’t think anyone else here listened to that stuff…”

-he acts chill about it like he didn’t just start a week ago when he saw you

-once he finally gets the guts to ask you out you say yes

-he goes on music + reading dates with you

-he’d try to match bracelets, bandanas, belts, rings, anything subtle

-probably the most expected couple

Johnny Cade

-LOVES your style

-he sees you one day walk by when he’s sitting in the lot and his eyes pop out of his skull

-he loves everything. He loves your hair, your skirt, your bright fishnets, all your jewelry, your makeup

-it’s so big… and obnoxious in the best possible way

-he loves too

-he doesn’t stop thinking about you after that

-it isn’t until dally and ponyboy get tired of him mentioning you that their like go talk to her man

-so he finally does, and he thinks you’re sooo cool

-scene doesn’t really work well on him, but he tries to match you in subtle ways like pony too

-matching bracelets fsfs

-Fr if you make him a few bracelets he will never stop wearing them

-when you finally start dating he really likes a lot of the music

-and if anyone has to say anything about you

-they can welcome Johnnys fist to their face

Sodapop Curtis

-he was shocked when he saw you walk in to say the least

-he’s never seen anyone like you before

-super intrigued

-he gets surprised when after a few days he realizes he has a huge crush on you

-he usually dates girls like cherry, but with you…. He’s definitely willing to make an exception

-you have the rare ability to make him nervous

-and falter in his usual effortlessly charming manner

-and one day he gets enough of a pep talk from Steve to ask you out

-and he does, giving the biggest, stupidest grin

-when you guys date it’s so cute

-he tried to let you do makeup on him one time

-it didn’t end well

-he can’t sit still 💀😭

Darry Curtis

-the least expected couple

-he’s a very traditional dude

-so seeing you is kinda like 🤯🤯🤯

-when he sees you walking down the street

-his jaw drops so low you have to dig a hole in the ground 💀💀

-he’s just stunned by you’re mere existence

-he asks Sodapop and Ponyboy about you at dinner

-and there both like OoOoOoOOoh someone has a crushhhhhh

-he’s in denial fr

-but he finally goes up to talk to you one day when you’re both shopping

-and asks a bit awkwardly “So… uhm… what’s with your outfit?”

-then realizes how rude he sounds “WAIT not like it’s not amazing- I mean you’re amazing- beautiful too- wait-“

-you giggle at him and smile “Oh, I just really like dressing in the same culture as my music taste”

-that gets the ball rolling and you two actually get along pretty nicely

-you both turn heads for real though

-and Sodapop and Ponyboy see you as a really cool aunt/older sister

-matches belts and jewelry with you

Dallas Winston

-now, he has never seen a broad like you before

-was secretly a bit intimidated

-but he’s not gonna show that………..

-he probably went up to you on a dare though

-made some rude jokes

-and you furrowed your brows

-“You know, it’s really not cool to make those jokes. You don’t like it when people assume things about you for being a grease hm?”

-he’s super surprised at your reaction

-and for once in this ever loving man’s life he reflects on his actions

-he sighs “You’re right, doll. What’s your name anyway, princess?” He says with a smirk

-matches belts and jewelry with you

Two Bit Mathews

-he saw you

-and instantly made jokes

-it’s two bit you guys what you expect

-“Do you come out of bed like that or…”

-“Damn, what unicorn threw up on your clothing?”

-“You’re gonna cut off your circulation with that much jewelry doll.”

-of course it’s all good fun, and you roast him back with equal wit

-which is kinda when he realizes he’s in love

-he asks you out

-you say yes

-he absolutely wear matching belts, jewelry and even shirts with you

-you made a Micky Mouse scene outfit and showed it to him

-and he LOVED IT

Steve Randle

-oh girl

-you rocked his whole world whenever you walked towards him

-he looks you up and down for a full minute

-like omfg she’s sick

-he tries to hold back his excitement when he talks to you

-he thinks you’re style is so cool

-asked multiple times to touch your wig

-he grins so hard when you let him

-he asks you out the soonest

-you guys are very cute together

-you give him something interesting to look at while he works on cars fs

-he loves your wigs so much

-kisses your hair all the time

Curly Shepard

-thinks you’re styles kickass, and you’re a total bad bitch

-I mean he’s a bit punk/grunge himself

-probably the most familiar with alt styles in general out of everyone

-he hits on you almost immediately

-checking you out with a smirk and a whistle

-loving the way your fishnets and skirt makes your legs and thighs look

-you guys are a scary ass couple to encounter

-the punk/grunge and the scene

-he matches belts with you and you both take a little bit from each other

-you mix a bit of his punk/grunge in your scene fits

-and he mixes some scene into his punk/grunge fits

-and he sometimes does matching eyeliner with you

-and it looks super kick ass on him

[uptoolateart]

Thanks to @hailqiqi for tagging me about ten thousand years ago. I just have so much to do 😩 Anyway! The original post said:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Here we go!

Breaking Free - the whole series

I'm cheating here, because I'm listing a multi-book series, but I can't help it. I'm super proud of it. It started as a one-shot of Adrien and Marinette finding Gabriel's basement, and then it spiralled hard. It begins right after Strike Back. From there, it's a complicated, twisted and very bumpy ride.

'How did you think this up?' my BF beta has asked me many times. I don't know, guys. It just seemed obvious at the time 😆

This was my 'getting back into writing' book, after a lengthy creative hiatus / identity crisis. I churned out chapters because I needed to get back in the game and rediscover myself artistically. Then I went back and edited the whole thing a couple years later, to make it better (and expand it by about 20k words).

It became a series because I had requests for sequel scenes. Again, a couple one-shot ideas spiralled, and I merged them with another premise that had been kicking around in my head - Adrien, years later, trying to heal from everything as an adult and find himself as a father with his own teenage son.

That then spiralled again, and I ended up exploring Felix in depth, too, and pushing all the sentibeing stuff to extremes. The whole concept for Book 4 intimidated the hell out of me as soon as I thought of it. I was so worried I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Writing it was sometimes physical torture. But in the end, I think Book 4 contains what might be the best chapter I've ever written for anything in my life.

Still, the saga continues! Book 5 starts posting in 4 weeks. I've set myself another crazy challenge with that one, but I am determined to pull it off. I also have ideas for a few one-shots to collect in a volume I'm calling Book 6. The series is going to be like 700k words by the time I'm done. Maybe more. Will I ever truly finish this thing? I don't know. I fell so hard into the universe I created, and it's going to be hard to let it go. I fully expect to cry when I post the epilogue to Book 5.

Book 1 was also how I really got into this fandom and started making friends. Honestly, that book changed my life. Yeah...I'm gonna cry.

Dreaming Wide Awake

This was my follow-up to the S5 finale. The show is now going its own way, but I'm still so proud of how all the tension and emotions turned out in this fic. Again, the story is complex. It's also really surreal, and I think the battle scenes are some of my best. I was soooo nervous about the reader response to one of the big moments in it, but the unanimous reaction was everything I'd hoped for.

How the Heart Learns to Beat Again

A backstory from Nathalie's POV. It starts with her at age 25, as the sole survivor of an old magical order, going on extraordinary adventures seeking legendary artefacts. Then she meets the Agrestes, loses her magic, and gets roped into a new crazy world.

The story also explores Gabriel and Emilie, Colt and Amelie, and Adrien and Felix's creation / infancy. Book 2 (covering Emilie's death and how Gabriel and Nathalie start using the butterfly and peacock) starts posting on Monday. I think these fics are possibly the most mature writing I've ever done. There's a certain 'voice' to them that stands out from my other writing.

Finding a Way (Jurassic Park AU)

This is my most successful fic, so far. It's half goofy / romantic and half tense / action - with a lot of gore. I thought it would be total crack, but it took on a life of its own and became much more serious. There was something magical about how it all came together. I'm planning a sequel, but I need to get through a few other big fics first.

Voyage! Tales of the USS Miraculous (Star Trek Crossover)

This is so far from finished, but I'm having a blast writing it. It's basically all planned out and going to be mammoth when it's done. There's a little of everything in it, and you don't need to know Star Trek to understand it. I'm loving the reader speculations over what might be going on.

Okay! That's my list. Tagging @raspberrycatapult @kuromori4 @cardiac-agreste @mysticraven20 @trinketsinthesun @hamsteriffic @jigglypuff1994 @fandomofone

[bark-ing]

if you could, how do you think remus found out he enjoys, as you so beautifully put it, the way he becomes pliant and agreeable in relation to your thread and the losing consciousness thing? was it simply a fantasy he kept to himself and eventually gave a chance? if so, i agree that he'd soooo have a spiral with it. any thoughts you have on it: be it choking, or how he got to research chloroform? i read that and couldn't stop thinking about it. it had me in a grip.

-🔮

Hi anon im sooo glad u asked!

It started off innocently enough with remus going thru fics of whatever he was into at the time. He came across one specific fic that had someone accidentally get choked out during sex and just kinda went huh alright and moved on. But then he was watching a show or a movie, and once again there was a scene where someone is getting choked out or like i mentioned is getting kidnapped with the (kind of comical at this point) white rag. And they're screaming and trying to fight it and their movements slow down and they can barely even shout anymore and Remus is suddenly sporting a semi on movie night with the other marauders. He is absolutely gobsmacked, and it kind of scares him how much he wishes that was him.

And then it turns into the fantasising. He keeps thinking of that scene in the stupid movie, and he keeps wondering what would it smell like? What would it feel like to slowly lose consciousness, to go from that high adrenaline of trying to escape to going limp and seeing black? He cums embarrassingly fast the first time he let himself properly imagine it (and i mean all he had the time to do was touch himself over his sleep shorts), and very quickly it becomes his go to wank thought.

After a good few nights of that, he eventually let's curiosity take over and he starts to research. How does chloroform work? How safe is it? Can he buy it without being suspicious? (He would be way to terrified to actually purchase anything, because well safety is very important no matter how horny). And then he gets bored and he goes online again to find more porn (written at first because it still intimidated him to actually see it in a video) specifically about breath play.

He'd be so embarrassed by it all, and itd take suuch a long time to actually open up about this to his partner because he feels just a little insane about wanting to get choked out in the middle of fucking, and then fucked until he gains consciousness again. The day he finds out what it feels like to go limp, to go unconscious even for a second and come to filled with cum? Or just as his love is coming? He'd be so confused, he'd feel so strange and out of it and it would be perfect. He really really just wants to be used like a pretty, pliant and brain dead toy.

[rikis-girl]

Sign him up

Warnings: Ultra fluff , light humiliation. Pairing: Non-idol!Sunghoon x fem!reader Synopsis: When your're trying to stay mad at your bf but he's just too cute to ignore.

A/N: First time writing a drabble on tumblr with all this intro stuff... Hope it works!

You were standing there, awkwardly in a corner at a party with all of your boyfriend's friends while they had the time of their lives. You were supposed to be accompanied by Sunghoon and introduced to his gang tonight but said Ice prince was nowhere to be seen. "_____ Noona, where is Sunghoon hyung? He said he's bringing the samgyeopsal." Riki asked. "I don't know Riki. I tried calling him like 20 times and he hasn't picked up or noticed anything." The dejected pouty skyscraper walked away and decided to attack Jake, as you recalled; the sweet and funny Aussie boy.

The party came to an end as you managed to make yourself acquainted with most of the boys except for Heeseung who seemed to be a bit occupied with his phone. "Need a ride _____ noona? I'm sure Jay hyung can drive you to your place" Jungwon asked. "Sure might as well get home if he's not coming." "Sunghoon hyung is gonna get an earful tonight!!" Riki snickered and you just laughed with him. "Oh he sure is."

You walk into your shared apartment with your "lovely" boyfriend only to see him sorting out the skittles on the floor and his phone on silence on the other side of the room.

"Care to explain why you invited me to a party with your gang and not show up yourself?" An intimidating gaze fell on Sunghoon. "The party is next week darling. Besides, I did all this for you because I know you like grape and strawberry best!" Sunghoon said with his eyes sparkling, looking up at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

"Check your phone Park Sunghoon. And the calendar." "Dang the full government name?" Sunghoon went to get his phone and checked the calendar. Ohh boy was he in trouble. "I-I-I didn't mean for this to happen.... Dang it how could I forget?" Sunghoon paced back and forth, phone in his hand checking all the missed calls, the posts from his gang, the 54849 messages from Riki asking if he was alive or not. Sunghoon turned to you and in a desperate attempt to ease your anger, pulled you in by the waist, "Love I'm so so soooo sorry, how can I make it up to you?" "Sorry isn't going to fix this Hoon. You didn't show up to our dinner reservation, and I was fine with that. The movie? It's ok, totally understandable. The opening of my friend's cafe? Sure, no biggie. But the introduction of me to YOUR gang? How could you forget to show up to the party YOU planned and the friends YOU invited and grew up with? And what about your socially awkward girlfriend who had enough troubles talking to men?" You fumed and poked his chest accusingly.

Sunghoon remembered the time when the two of you met. Jake found out with the help of his friend Lia that you liked Sunghoon as much as he liked you. Your first date was extremely awkward with both of you too flustered to say anything, Sunghoon panicking, looking at his crush and you, having to talk to your crush and facing the fact that you were never able to be comfortable around men. It took you over 7 weeks to form proper sentences with each other let alone have any conversation. This is why you two ended up waiting an entire year before introducing each other to your close friend groups. despite everyone knowing about you.

"Princess I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do right now." Sunghoon pleaded with both his hands gently cradling your head. "Punch me if that'll make you feel better, please." He begged, guiding your hand to his abdomen.

"Why would I punch you? And what difference would that make you gym addict?" You sassed. Not being able to take any more of it, you start giving him the silent treatment. Walking to your room, you pulled a blanket and a pillow and made a makeshift bed on the couch and pushed Sunghoon's favorite plush onto it.

Without a word, you continued to the bathroom to wash up with Sunghoon following you like a lost puppy and getting the bathroom door slammed in his face.

"Princess please I'm sorry!!! Talk to me!!! You're torturing me!!!" Sunghoon wailed as you go on with your nightly schedule. "That's the point, dimwit." you mumble to yourself.

You exit the bathroom and had Sunghoon following you again, towering you from behind like a shadow. "Won't you even look at me?" He asked, pulling you into his arms and holding your jaw trying to meet your averting eyes.

"Please??" He pouted, eyes shimmering with tears ready to spill, red, puffy cheeks and scrunched up bushy eyebrows. "I. MUST. RESIST." you repeat to yourself and avoided all eye contact with your boyfriend.

"Why won't you even look at me? Spending 3 hours without you just sorting skittles was punishment enough." He pouted, getting to your eye level forcing you to look at him. He presses his lips to a thin line and tries to use his eyes to woo you to forgiving him and as much as you hate to admit it, it was working a little too well.

"Princess I'll do anything for you, absolutely ANYTHING!" He begs. And after a moment's consideration, you give in. "Fine. BUT, you owe me this." you point to the 'anything I want' card that you two came up with. "All yours love." Sunghoon handed it to you, gleaming with joy.

Two hours later and your all snuggled up next to him and he plays with your hair, spooning you from the back. "So pretty, all mine." He mumbles in your hair before leaving multiple kisses on your head.

A week later, Sunghoon showed up to work in the most adorable puppy scarf with fluffy ears adorning his head. "About time we saw you miserable after standing up _______ noona." Riki snickered, watching him walk in with his cheeks and ears beet red and his suit adorned with a fluffy bowtie instead of his go-to black sleek tie. "It was worth it." he said, swallowing his pride and dignity as he remembered you with shining eyes, cooing over him all morning, making him late because he looked "adorable". If being humiliated at work got him your full attention and adoration,

. Sign him up.

A/N Hope you liked it!! Will update more frequently once my exams are over!!

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hi dear ! could you maybe do liu, jane and toby with a reader that collects haunted dolls ? my special interest is spirits and haunted materials so i am super interested in haunted dolls, i’d love to see some cute headcanons with a reader like that ♥︎ maybe add in some gothic lolita fashion too ? thank you ! gn reader would be fine .

Homicidal Liu, Jane the Killer and Ticci Toby with gothic lolita reader that collects haunted dolls!

➥ Hi hun!! Its such a cool idea!! I kinda mixed it up together so hope its still fine!! Take care!!!

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Homicidal Liu

Liu is pretty open-minded person, like he is just glad you got somethig you are interested in!! Haunted dolls? Oh okay, he didnt expected that..isnt it a bit creepy? But even if he has no idea what is going on then he would love to hear you talk to him about your special interest!! Like come on!! He wants to hear everything, do they have names? Can you talk with them? ..Why are they haunted in the first place..? Introduce them to him!! Your eyes lit up in pretty way so he wants you to keep talking (plus he is obv interested!!). Liu isnt really scared, just a bit distant at first. Give him some time, and he will even take care of them if you couldnt be with them!

About your fashion sense, you are absolutely mesmerezing to him! Boy could stare at you for hours but that would propably be too creepy. Even if his fashion sense is pretty basic, Liu would totally let you dress him up!! He won't match your fashion sense at daily basis, but enjoys you making him look all pretty and he just loves spending more time with you! That way he can actually feel why you like to wear what you wear! Absolutely adores how well aesthetically you match to your interests.

Jane the Killer

Oh i feel like she would actually be into all this creepy, unsettling stuff! Horror movies, urban legends and of course haunted dolls! You are perfect match tbh. Jane is obviously curious about your collection, its impressive and she just love hearing you talking!! Like she would literally look at you with this sweet and caring gaze, maybe even holding you on her lap and caress your hair as you just spare informations with her! Treats your dolls with respect, and likes to keep them clean and safe (but if you dont feel comfy with letting other people touching you collections then she is more than fine too!), she is anything but scared!

I just love, love the idea of Jane being goth. Maybe a victorian one or romantic? Please it fits her soooo well! Yeah but thats just me saying silly things. So with your gothic lolita fashion, you match pretty well! You both will look amazing and you are this great looking couple whenewer you show up anywhere 😭 Would also like to try your style just for fun and do the same for you!!

Ticci Toby

Toby is scared and interested all at once!! Loves hearing you talking but would be scared to sleep at night.. better not leave him alone with them. He propably starts to remember all horror movies about haunted dolls and is scared for his life that they would kill him.. Just reassure him that its nothing like that and as the time pass by he will have more friendy attitude. But even tho he is scared, then he doesnt mind your passion at all! Whatever makes his partner happy!

You are like this overdressed partner x causal bf duo!! You dress so cool and there is Toby with his old and pilled sweater. I think that he would be even intimidate by your look at first, he would be shy too even look at you. Also, he would be happy to try some of your clothes (just like evryone here..) but he definitely prefer his cozy sweaters. Toby really likes to watch you getting ready when you are going somewhere, hair, make up or just choosing outfit..he cant look away! He isnt also the type of bf to get mad for waiting at you long time, so take as much time as you need!

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This is a commissioned piece I wrote for a lovelyyyy girl!! It was soooo much fun writing this piece thank you McKayla for letting me write something I enjoyed s'much! xx

It's a best friend's brother Eren fic and I DIEDDDD writing it. I live for it! xx

It had always been McKayla and Mikasa ever since she could remember. From the moment they locked eyes at wrestling tryouts in middle school, there was an unspoken bond between them—one forged through sweat, bruises, and the quiet defiance of being the only two girls on the team. They hadn’t needed words at first, just a shared understanding. The boys underestimated them. The coaches hesitated to pair them up with male opponents, worried they’d get hurt or just simply weren't up to par. It was the same old patriarchal bullshit, and the two of them had gotten fed up with it real quick. So they trained harder, pushed each other further, and proved themselves on the mat time and time again.

"Get a load of this guy," McKayla murmured to Mikasa, her arms crossed as the two of them watched one of their teammates try to intimidate everyone else on the team, claiming he could best any one of them in a match. Beside her, Mikasa exhaled sharply, barely holding back a laugh. It was rare for her to react so openly, and McKayla grinned at the small victory. "Bet you could take him down in under a minute." McKayla smirked, nudging Mikasa with her elbow. “Actually, I bet you could take him down in under thirty seconds.”

Mikasa tilted her head, as if seriously considering the challenge. Then, with a casual shrug, she murmured, "Probably."

"Oh, you definitely could," McKayla chuckled, maybe a little too loud for the whispers they were sharing. "Like no doubt."

Mikasa’s lips twitched slightly—her version of a smirk. She couldn't even respond because as if on cue, the boy—Jackson, or maybe it was Jason? McKayla never bothered to remember names of guys who ran their mouths more than they trained—turned toward them, clearly having overheard.

“You two got something to say?” he sneered, crossing his arms and trying to crack his neck. The two girls almost exploded into laughter at how corny the kid looked trying to spook them. It was obvious in the way he forced a hard flex to try to make his arms look bigger.

McKayla barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. These guys were all the same. Big talk, little skill. McKayla opened her mouth to spit something back, but Mikasa was already stepping forward, her posture as relaxed as ever. "Yeah," she said, voice calm but firm, like she wasn’t even slightly concerned. She rolled her shoulders, loosening up like she was preparing for a casual warm-up rather than an actual match. "I think I can take you down in thirty seconds."

A chorus of 'ooooh's' spread across the gym, and McKayla had to bite back her grin. This was gonna be so damn good. Jackson-Jason scoffed, almost offended that a girl of all people would dare to challenge him. “You serious?”

Mikasa didn’t even blink. She just gave him that signature look—the blank, slightly bored stare she always had before she utterly demolished someone. “You scared?”

That was all it took. A few guys from the team started hyping up the challenge like it was the biggest fight of the year, and before long, the two of them were squaring off in the center of the mat. The coach, who had long since learned to let Mikasa and McKayla prove their points with actions rather than words, just sighed and waved for them to start.

McKayla crouched near the edge of the mat, grinning in anticipation for this ass whooping Mikasa was about to serve. “Show him what happens when you run your mouth too much, Miki.”

The match started, and it was almost laughable how unprepared Jackson-Jason was. He lunged, sloppy and overconfident, and Mikasa sidestepped effortlessly. McKayla snickered with a shake of her head. Classic. Mikasa didn’t even let him get his footing again. In a blink, she hooked his leg, twisted her body, and sent him crashing onto the mat with a loud thud. The whole gym echoed with reactions—some cheers, some laughter, a few groans of sympathy.

McKayla whooped, clapping her hands and cheering louder than the rest. “That’s my girl!” Her eyes glistened with admiration and respect as she shot Mikasa a proud, knowing smile—one filled with commendation and the unspoken promise that, no matter what, they always had each other’s backs.

Jackson-Jason struggled beneath Mikasa, thrashing in an attempt to break free, but it was utterly pointless. Mikasa had him pinned with such precision and ease that he couldn’t even register what had happened. One moment, he was trying to look tough, and the next, he was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling as Mikasa loomed over him. Her posture was perfect, her expression impassive. She wasn’t even breathing hard.

“Time?” Mikasa asked, looking toward McKayla with an unreadable glance, like she wasn’t even remotely impressed with the effort it had taken to subdue him. Her voice was steady, calm, as though she hadn’t just completely wiped the floor with someone twice her size. She didn't even break a damn sweat.

McKayla couldn't help but grin as she checked the clock and let out an exaggerated whistle. “Damn. Twenty-six seconds.” She turned back to the stunned crowd, dramatically sticking her hand out. “Pay up if you bet against her, dumbasses.”

Mikasa stood fluidly, the motion smooth as she readjusted her uniform, like she hadn’t just humiliated the guy in front of everyone. There was no swagger, no gloating or teasing—just a quiet calm that only made her more intimidating. Jackson-Jason, on the other hand, was still on the mat, groaning as he tried to catch his breath. His chest heaved up and down, each inhale ragged as if Mikasa had stolen the very air from his lungs.

McKayla’s grin only widened as she walked toward her, throwing an arm around Mikasa’s shoulders in a show of solidarity. The two of them were unstoppable together. “I swear,” McKayla muttered, shaking her head in mock disbelief, “one of these days they’ll learn.”

Mikasa’s lips quirked just the slightest, a hint of a smile that disappeared as quickly as it came. She hummed in agreement, her gaze never leaving the boys crowding around Jackson-Jason, their half-hearted attempts at offering sympathy more comical than helpful. “Doubt it,” Mikasa replied, voice flat but laced with an edge of amusement. She was so used to this—used to being underestimated, used to seeing the aftermath of her effortless victories. But the guys? They’d probably go right back to their cocky ways next practice, like nothing had happened at all.

After that, McKayla and Mikasa became inseparable. What had started as a bond of female solidarity had grown into something deeper—a flourishing friendship rooted in trust, shared experiences, and mutual respect. Mikasa, always the composed, serious one, slowly learned to loosen up around McKayla. McKayla, in turn, who had never backed down from a fight, began to think before acting—at least, sometimes. It wasn’t that she wasn’t still the same fiery spirit, but Mikasa’s calm demeanor had a way of making her think twice, especially when it came to their goals and ambitions.

Sleepovers quickly became a routine. First at McKayla’s, where the two of them would stay up late into the night, laughing about everything and nothing, practicing wrestling moves on each other until their ribs ached from laughing so hard. They were constantly getting caught by McKayla’s mom, who would yell at them to go to bed, but that never stopped them—they’d sneak under the covers and whisper more jokes until they both fell asleep.

Then, as their friendship deepened, the sleepovers moved to Mikasa’s place. And that’s when McKayla met Eren. At first, he wasn’t much of a concern. Just Mikasa’s annoying younger brother, a year younger than them. He was loud, brash, and always in trouble. McKayla would hear him in the background, a constant presence—always running his mouth, always trying to prove something, always starting some fight or another. It seemed like Eren was always sporting a scraped knee or a fresh bruise, the aftermath of some reckless stunt he’d pulled. He was the type of kid who thought he could take on the world with his fists—and, to his credit, sometimes it seemed like he could. But to McKayla, he was just an irritation. The kind of kid who was always there but never really mattered.

When they were younger, he was just a nuisance. He’d barge into Mikasa’s room when McKayla was over, demanding attention like he was the center of the universe in typical youngest brother fashion. Mikasa, ever the patient older sibling, would send him away with a few choice words, and he’d sulk in the hallway right outside of Mikasa's bedroom door, whining and complaining about how nobody took him seriously. He’d occasionally try to wrestle McKayla, all bigheaded with confidence and bravado, claiming he could take her down—but one quick move and she’d have him flipped onto the couch in seconds, laughing all the while. The whole thing was laughable. To McKayla, he was still just that scrawny little kid who didn’t have enough sense to stay out of trouble. And if there was one thing he was really good at, it was getting on McKayla’s nerves.

By high school, he’d gotten worse—cockier, reckless, even more irritating. And, of course, a complete and utter fuckboy. He had grown into his features, taller and sharper, no longer the scrawny kid she used to flick on the forehead. And worst of all? He knew it. He was aware of the effect he had on people. Especially the girls.

McKayla had watched him flirt with every girl he passed in the hallways, heard the whispers about him in between classes. He slung his arm around different girls at lunch, flashing that cocky, untouchable grin of his. A walking, talking red flag. The type of guy who seemed to think the world owed him everything, and the more he acted like it, the more girls seemed to fall for it. The kind of guy McKayla rolled her eyes at. But McKayla wasn’t impressed. She rolled her eyes at him every time he made his rounds, letting him think she didn’t see through the act. He wasn’t anything special. Just a spoiled, arrogant kid with a penchant for trouble.

Yet, no matter how irritating he got, he was still just… Eren. The one who had driven her crazy in their younger years, the one who had tried to wrestle her to the ground so many times she’d lost count. The one who, despite his annoying habits, was still just there. Mikasa's little brother. The kid she'd known forever.

Not that they ever had real conversations. Sure, they bickered every time she was over at Mikasa’s house, exchanging insults like it was a sport. Sure, he’d shoot her some smug remark when they passed each other in the halls, and she’d throw one right back. But that was just how it was.

That was just how it had always been.

Until it wasn’t.

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It had been a year since high school graduation. One long, chaotic year. McKayla and Mikasa had both secured respective wrestling scholarships—different universities, but in the same city, just thirty minutes apart. At first, the distance didn’t seem like it would change anything. They promised to stay close, to visit often, to keep their friendship exactly as it had always been.

And for a while, they did. It started with meeting up every other day, sneaking off between classes to grab coffee or boba, ranting about professors, teammates, and the relentless grind of collegiate wrestling. But then, freshman year got hectic. Training schedules became grueling. Assignments piled up. Weekend visits turned into biweekly ones, then monthly ones. The rare moments they did spend together were sacred—long drives to meet in the middle of the city, late-night talks over FaceTime, and texts filled with inside jokes that still made them laugh even when they were buried under the stress of their new lives. Then, life did what it always did—it got in the way.

Their texts became less frequent, their calls sporadic, lasting hours when they finally found the time. And though their friendship never wavered—never could—McKayla hated it. Hated how someone who had been like a sister to her felt further and further away, even if, technically, nothing had changed. She understood, of course. This was growing up. But that didn’t mean she had to like it.

But luck, or fate if you'd like, soon worked out her wish. And it was all thanks to what brought them together in the first place, wrestling. The event was buzzing with energy—an annual collegiate wrestling banquet, packed with athletes, coaches, and sports journalists. It was supposed to be an honor to be invited, a chance to celebrate their hard work and achievements, but McKayla had almost skipped it entirely. She wasn’t in the mood to sit through hours of speeches and formalities, listening to old men in suits drone on about dedication and sportsmanship. But her coach had insisted, practically dragging her there.

And damn was she glad he did. Because across the banquet hall, seated at a round table surrounded by her teammates, was Mikasa. For a second, McKayla thought she was imagining things. It had been months since they’d last seen each other in person. They still talked, sure, but phone calls and texts weren’t the same as sitting shoulder to shoulder, as hearing Mikasa’s voice without a phone speaker distorting it. But the moment their eyes met across the room, something in McKayla’s chest tightened. It was like no time had passed.

“Holy shit,” McKayla muttered, pushing through the crowd before she even realized her feet were moving. Mikasa stood up just as McKayla reached her, and then suddenly, they were hugging. Tight, like they were afraid to let go.

“You look the same,” Mikasa murmured, but there was warmth in her voice, something softer than usual. If there was one person who could get Mikasa to crack that stoic shell of hers, it was McKayla.

McKayla let out a breathless laugh, pulling back just enough to get a good look at her. “Yeah, well, you look like you could still put me in a chokehold and make me tap out in ten seconds.”

Mikasa smirked. “Five.”

"Ahhh, don't get too cocky on me now, who won the last time we sparred," McKayla bubbles, tilting her head at Mikasa with that bright look in her eyes she always had.

Mikasa’s eyes narrowed. “That was one time.”

McKayla beamed, that same bright, teasing look in her eyes. “One time is all it takes to ruin your undefeated streak, Miki.”

Mikasa exhaled through her nose, a hint of a chuckle escaping—then, without warning, she tugged McKayla back in for another hug. "Ugh, I missed you," Mikasa smiles that rare smile of hers as she tightens her grip around McKayla's shoulders.

McKayla closed her eyes for a brief second, soaking in the familiarity of it all. “Missed you too.”

For the rest of the banquet, the world faded away. They sat together, half-listening to the speeches, throwing in sarcastic comments every time one of the coaches got a little too long-winded. They caught up on everything—training, school, teammates, about how weird it was not seeing each other every day, even the dumb, mundane things that didn’t really matter but felt important because they were saying them to each other. It was effortless, slipping back into this rhythm, like the months apart had been nothing more than a small pause in an ongoing conversation. Nothing else mattered at that point, not even the awards that the two had received, McKayla almost not hearing when her name was called out for her third award.

“McKayla!” Mikasa nudged her. “That’s you.”

“Oh—shit.”

Mikasa snorted as McKayla hurried up to the stage, accepting the award with an embarrassed grin. Honestly, the awards didn’t matter. Not really. The only thing that did was this moment—the realization that no matter how much life tried to pull them in different directions, they would always, always find their way back to each other.

At some point during the banquet, amidst the chatter of other athletes and the clinking of silverware, Mikasa took a sip of her drink and tilted her head slightly. Her expression was as indistinct as ever, but McKayla knew her well enough to sense when she was about to say something important.

“Hey, listen,” Mikasa started, setting her glass down. “My parents have the beach house for the summer, but they never use it. I was thinking about staying there.” She hesitated for half a second, just long enough for McKayla to catch the weight behind her next words. “Come with me.”

McKayla blinked, caught off guard. “For the summer?”

It wasn’t like the offer was absurd. She had been to the Jaegers’ beach house countless times throughout middle and high school. It had always been their escape—a sun-soaked haven where time seemed to slow down. Days spent on the pier, sticky fingers from melting waffle cones, salty ocean air tangled in their hair and the distant scent of cotton candy and funnel cake that seemed to always waft in the air. Nights spent lying on beach towels in the sand, counting stars, watching the occasional firework explode in the sky—usually lit by Eren, who would cackle like a maniac as he sprinted down the shore before anyone could scold him. The memories hit her all at once, warm and golden in her mind, and she realized how much she missed it.

Mikasa nodded, her now softening gaze steady, her lips pulling into a rare, almost nostalgic smile. “Yeah. We’ll train, we’ll relax… get back to how things used to be.”

There was something unspoken in her voice. Something that told McKayla this wasn’t just about a summer getaway—it was about them. About reclaiming the time that college life had stolen from them. About pressing pause on the chaos and remembering what it was like to just be.

A slow smile spread across McKayla’s lips, eyes crinkling behind her glasses. “You sure you can handle me for that long?”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, letting out a scoff of a laugh. “I’ve handled you for years.” It wasn’t even a question anymore. McKayla exhaled, the weight of everything—college stress, distance, time—momentarily lifting from her shoulders.

“Alright,” she grinned, her eyes softening as she met Mikasa’s gaze. “I’m in.”

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During the weeks leading up to summer—those final, agonizing days before freedom from collegiate responsibilities and the promise of a peaceful escape at the Jaeger beach house—McKayla found herself in near-constant contact with Mikasa. Late-night facetimes stretched on for hours, the two of them curled up in their respective dorm rooms, half-watching cheesy romcoms while sharing every ridiculous thought that crossed their minds. Texts flooded in throughout the day—updates about classes, training sessions, and, of course, commentary on the cute guys at their schools. Voice memos were the best, though—breathless recordings filled with excited rambling about summer plans, sprinkled with laughter and inside jokes that hadn’t faded despite the time apart. For the first time in what felt like forever, it was like old times again.

McKayla had nearly forgotten what it was like to have Mikasa as a constant presence in her life—the effortless ease of their conversations, the way they could fall back into sync as if no time had passed. It made her all the more eager to get to the beach house, to spend an entire summer soaking in the familiarity of their friendship, to make up for lost time.

But amidst all the excitement, there was one minor detail Mikasa had conveniently left out. It wasn’t until three days before they were set to leave that she casually mentioned it over the phone.

“Oh, and Eren’s gonna be there too,” Mikasa mumbled, voice slightly muffled—probably because her mouth was full of granola.

McKayla froze mid-scroll through her packing list. “What?” She asks as if she hadn't heard correctly. She blinks once, twice as her jaw slacks open just a little.

“He’s staying at the house for part of the summer.” Mikasa’s voice was as nonchalant as ever, like this wasn’t a bombshell of information. “He said something about working at the marina, but who knows. He might just be there to cause trouble.” The last time McKayla had saw Eren was graduation, when he showed up to cheer his sister on, and dab smack both girls with hands full of shaving cream, laughing like an absolute menace as he bolted across the field.

McKayla groaned, rubbing a hand down her face. “Great. So much for a relaxing summer, huh? Now I gotta deal with the nuisance."

Mikasa snorted. “Just don’t let him get under your skin.” Mikasa, as much as she got annoyed by her younger brother, always found entertainment in the bickering between Eren and McKayla. She was glad he'd bother and annoy someone other than herself. it was like a shared burden.

McKayla scoffed. “He’s been getting under my skin since I was thirteen, Mikasa. Pretty sure it’s his life’s mission.”

And God, was that the truth. A flood of memories reeled through her mind—Eren hiding her glasses, tying her shoelaces together when she wasn’t looking, drawing on her face when she fell asleep during movie nights. The pranks. The relentless teasing. The way he always had that damn grin whenever he got a rise out of her.

She could practically hear Mikasa’s amused smile through the phone. “You’ll survive.” McKayla wasn’t so sure about that. Eren had always been the obnoxious little brother up until the very end. It made her dread seeing the boy again. Made her think of the last real conversation they had.

“You’re still wrestling, huh?” he mused one afternoon, leaning against the doorway of Mikasa’s room, arms crossed like he had nowhere better to be. His tone was casual, but there was always something else behind his words—something teasing, something challenging. “Kinda surprised you haven’t dropped it yet.”

McKayla sat on the edge of the bed, lacing up her sneakers, getting ready for the midday run she and Mikasa had planned to keep up their conditioning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she muttered, not bothering to look up as she tugged the laces tight.

Eren shrugged, ever the picture of casual arrogance. “I dunno. Figured you’d get sick of rolling around on the mat with a bunch of sweaty guys by now.”

McKayla scoffed, finally looking up at him. There it was. That infuriating smirk, like he was waiting for her reaction. He was always waiting for her reaction. “Right," she deadpanned, "because you totally know what it’s like to have discipline and an actual work ethic.”

That should’ve shut him up. But, of course, it didn’t. Eren’s smirk widened like she’d just handed him an opening on a silver platter.

“I know what it’s like to have people under me,” he chuckled, voice dripping with that obnoxious confidence. “Same thing.”

McKayla’s brain short-circuited for exactly two seconds. Her fingers went slack against her shoe, her mouth parting slightly as she registered exactly what he was implying. Her jaw clenched, ready to snap back with something just as sharp, something that would wipe that self-satisfied look off his face—

But before she could get a word out, Mikasa’s voice cut through the air. Mikasa appeared at the doorway herself, huffing a little from the pushups she always did before her run. "Hurry your ass up, McKayla. We got some running to do."

And with that Eren just smirked and pushed himself off of the doorway, waltzing back to his bedroom, having felt some sense of weird accomplishment and satisfaction by leaving McKayla speechless like that.

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The salty ocean breeze hit McKayla the second she stepped out of her car, the distant crash of waves mixing with the warm hum of cicadas in the trees. She stretched her arms over her head, groaning in relief after the long drive. The Jaegers' beach house stood just ahead, perched on the sandy dunes like something out of a postcard—familiar and nostalgic, yet still carrying the weight of summers past. All of the memories she made here alongside her best friend.

It had been years since she’d been here. Since late-night bonfires and sticky fingers from melted popsicles. Since her and Mikasa sneaking out to the pier and daring each other to jump into the cold water. Since Eren running around like a little shit, lighting fireworks in places he absolutely shouldn’t.

McKayla sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. It was going to be a good summer. A peaceful one. The sun was already radiating that golden warmth that made her want to sprawl out on the hammock in the front yard and let the ocean lull her to sleep.

She grabbed her bags from the car and made her way up the wooden steps to the house, the screen door creaking as she pushed it open. The air inside was cool, carrying the faint scent of sunscreen and sea salt. That familiar and nostalgic scent she had always loved about the place. She expected to find Mikasa waiting for her, maybe already setting up in the kitchen or lounging on the couch.

Instead, she was met with something else. Or rather—someone else.

Eren Jaeger. Shirtless. And dripping wet.

“What the—” McKayla nearly dropped her bag as Eren came strolling in from the back deck, a beach towel draped lazily around his shoulders, chocolate brown hair damp and curling at the ends. His dark sage colored eyes flickered up at her, and then, as if it had been perfectly rehearsed, that mischievous grin tugged at his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice way deeper than she remembered. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

McKayla’s entire body tensed as she pinched the bridge of her nose like a sudden headache had appeared. “No. No way.” She turned toward the door shaking her head, already regretting everything. “Mikasa didn’t say you’d be here yet.”

Eren leaned casually against the kitchen counter, completely unbothered. “Didn’t know I needed to run my schedule by my sister or you, McKayla.” He lifted a brow, the corner of his mouth pulling up into half of a smirk. “What, you missed me or something?”

She groaned, walking past him to drop her bags in the living room. “Yeah, like I miss food poisoning.” Rolling her eyes so hard it almost strains them.

Eren chuckled, rubbing the towel through his hair before tossing it over one of the kitchen chairs. “Damn. You wound me.”

McKayla huffed, crossing her arms as she turned back to him. “Just stay out of my way, Jaeger.”

Eren simply smirked, “Can’t make any promises, sweetheart.”

McKayla rolled her eyes once more, collapsing onto the recliner with a dramatic sigh. She was exhausted from the drive, and now she had to deal with this. It was bad enough when he was younger, but now? Now he was taller, like half a foot taller, and had somehow grown into all that dumb confidence he used to throw around. And worse—he still knew exactly how to get under her skin.

“You staying the whole summer?” she asked, already bracing for the answer.

Eren stretched, the muscles in his back shifting as he walked toward the fridge. “Most of it,” he replied, grabbing a beer and popping the cap off with his thumb. “Gotta make sure you don’t get too bored, right?” Waltzing back to the couch, he throws himself on it, kicking his feet up. McKayla exhaled sharply through her nose. This summer was going to be hell.

Just don't let him get under your skin. Mikasa's words ring through her head, making her tenseness relax just a tiny bit. If Eren planned on being a nuisance, she was going to be one right back. Eyeing him sipping a beer, she forms a smirk of her own. "Are you even old enough to be drinking?"

Eren’s lips were already around the bottle when she spoke, and he froze for just a second before lowering it with an incredulous scoff. His dark sage green eyes flicked to hers, surprise and a hint of amusement glinting in them.

“Cute,” he said, tilting the bottle toward her in a mock toast before taking another swig. “I’m twenty, McKayla. Not a kid anymore.”

Setting her feet up on the edge of the coffee table, she crosses her arms. “Funny, you still act like one.”

Eren let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he stretched out on the couch like he owned the place. “And you still act like you’ve got a stick up your ass.”

McKayla exhaled sharply, settling deeper into the recliner as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Yeah, well, maybe if you weren’t so damn insufferable, I’d loosen up,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Eren’s smirk only widened, his sharp green eyes gleaming with something infuriatingly smug. He leaned in just slightly, resting his forearm on his knee as he watched her with the kind of confidence that made her want to smack him. “Oh?” he mused, his voice dropping just enough to make the air between them feel heavier. “So you just need the right person to loosen you up? Say the word, sweetheart, I’d be happy to help.”

McKayla’s stomach did a strange little flip at the huskiness in his voice, but she immediately smothered it beneath a thick layer of annoyance. She rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. “You’re disgusting,” she muttered, shaking her head as she fixed her gaze anywhere but on the way his lips curled up at the edges.

Eren let out a low, amused chuckle, leaning back against the couch with the easy kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly how to get under her skin. He propped his beer bottle on his knee, studying her like he had all the time in the world. “You missed me.”

McKayla scoffed, lifting a brow as she met his gaze. “Like a hole in the head.” She put two fingers up to her temple, flicking her thumb as if setting a gun in motion.

Eren hummed as if considering her answer, but the cocky glint in his eyes told her he didn’t believe her for a damn second. He took another slow sip of his beer, hooded gaze still lazily fixed on her. “Mikasa said you’ve been busy,” he commented, feigning casual interest. “School. Wrestling. College boys.”

McKayla narrowed her eyes slightly at that last part, noting the way he tossed it in so effortlessly, like he wasn’t fishing for a reaction. She leaned back in the chair, tilting her head as she met his gaze. “Why do you care?”

Eren shrugged, a lazy grin playing at his lips as he rolled the bottle between his fingers. “I don’t.”

McKayla snorted, shaking her head. Classic Eren—always keeping things at arm’s length, never letting anything get too deep. It was honestly impressive how committed he was to being a perpetual pain in the ass.

She stretched her legs out, flexing her sore muscles from the long drive. “So, what’s your plan this summer?” she asked, keeping her tone neutral. “Besides being a menace to society.”

Eren tipped his head toward the open patio doors, where the sky was bleeding gold and pink over the endless stretch of ocean. “Got a job at the marina,” he said, his voice a little smoother now, a little more casual. “Fixing boats, renting jet skis, shit like that. Pays decent.”

McKayla blinked, momentarily caught off guard. That… actually sounded like responsibility. Effort. Growth.

“You?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. She quickly narrowed her eyes in mock suspicion. “Working an actual job?”

Eren’s smirk returned, full force. “Surprised?”

“Shocked,” she corrected, pressing a hand to her chest in exaggerated disbelief. “Who are you, and what have you done with Eren?”

Eren let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying this far too much. He took a slow sip of his beer before dragging his gaze down her, lingering in a way that made heat prickle at the back of her neck before finally meeting her eyes again. “Still me, sweetheart,” he murmured. His voice was smooth, confident, and entirely too self-satisfied. “Just older. Smarter. Hotter.”

McKayla clenched her jaw as she fought the ridiculous warmth rising in her chest. She scoffed, crossing her arms tighter over herself like that would somehow deflect the way his voice had sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. “Still full of yourself, I see.”

Eren tilted his head, considering her for half a second before flashing a grin that was all teeth and trouble. “And yet, you’re still sitting here,” he pointed out with a tilt of his beer bottle, his voice teasing. “Talking to me.”

McKayla let out a long, slow and exaggerated breath through her nose, pressing her fingers to her temples like he was physically giving her a headache. She abruptly pushed herself up from the recliner, already done with this conversation. “I’m going to unpack and wait for Mikasa before I walk off the pier into the ocean to get away from your insufferable ass.”

Eren chuckled, watching her with childish amusement as she stormed toward the hallway. “Try not to miss me too much, McKayla,” he called after her.

Without looking back, she lifted her hand and flipped him off over her shoulder. "Fuck off, Eren." Eren’s laughter followed her all the way down the hall, low and smug, the sound settling under her skin like an itch she couldn’t scratch.

McKayla clenched her jaw as she pushed open the door to the guest room she always claimed, tossing her bag onto the bed with a little more force than necessary. God, it had been less than an hour, and he was already driving her insane. It wasn’t just that he was still cocky—she’d expected that. It was the way he wielded it now, all smooth charm and easy confidence, like he knew exactly how to push her buttons. Like he knew how to get in her head in a way he never had before.

Because he was different. And she hated how she noticed it too. Noticed the way he’d filled out, how his shoulders were broader than they used to be. Noticing the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his hair fell in messy strands around his face when he pushed it back. Noticing the way his voice had settled into something deeper. Still an absolute pain in her ass, but somehow worse now that he wasn’t just the annoying little brother of her best friend.

It was fucking annoying. And yet, it was hard to ignore. She tried. She really did. She sighed, raking a hand through her hair before flopping onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe if she just ignored him, he’d get bored and find someone else to bother. Yeah, right. Eren Jaeger didn’t get bored of things that entertained him. And unfortunately, she’d always been his favorite pastime.

The sound of tires crunching over the gravel driveway pulled McKayla from her thoughts. She sat up, glancing toward the opened window just as a familiar black SUV rolled into the driveway. Finally. A rush of relief washed over her as she hopped off the bed, eager for the one person who could make Eren’s presence more bearable. She didn’t even wait for Mikasa to make it to the front door before yanking it open and stepping onto the porch.

Mikasa climbed out of the driver’s seat, looking effortlessly cool as always in a pair of denim shorts and a cropped black tank that showed off the belly piercing McKayla had given her at one of their sleepovers junior year. Her dark hair was still cut to its infamous choppy bob, although now crimped and wavier, a pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head. The moment she spotted McKayla, that rare, soft smile tugged at her lips.

“Took you long enough,” McKayla teased, stepping down the creaky wooden steps to meet her, gravel shifting under her sandals.

Mikasa rolled her eyes fondly before pulling her into a firm hug. “Traffic,” she murmured against her shoulder, squeezing once before pulling back. “You made it in one piece?”

“Barely,” McKayla deadpanned, jerking a thumb toward the house. “No thanks to your idiot brother.”

Mikasa’s gaze flicked over McKayla’s shoulder toward the open door. “He’s here already?” Mikasa was a tad bit shocked, her brother was never one to show up on time. Like at all.

McKayla nodded grimly. “And he’s somehow even more annoying now.”

Mikasa exhaled a soft laugh through her nose, shaking her head as she grabbed a duffel bag from the trunk. “Guess some things never change.” Before McKayla could respond, the screen door creaked open behind her.

“Is that my big sister?” Eren’s voice was drenched in playful annoyance, and when McKayla turned, she saw him leaning against the doorframe, that same damn smirk on his face. He’d thrown on a shirt at some point—black and fitted, maybe a little too fitted—but his hair was still damp, a few strands sticking to his forehead.

Mikasa’s expression remained neutral as she grabbed another bag and walked past McKayla toward the porch. “Eren,” she greeted flatly.

Eren pushed off the doorframe, arms stretching above his head as his tall self held onto the top of the doorframe. McKayla was right, it was just a little too fitted of a shirt, with the tee riding up to show a now prominent v-line. “Missed you too, sis.”

McKayla swore she saw Mikasa’s lips twitch, just slightly, before she brushed past him into the house. Eren’s gaze flicked to McKayla then, full of barely contained mischief.

“Glad to see you didn’t actually throw yourself off the pier,” he teased as he grabbed one of Mikasa's dozens of bags.

McKayla narrowed her eyes at him, picking up some grocery bags Mikasa had brought. “The summer’s still young.” Eren just chuckled, shaking his head before following Mikasa inside. McKayla sighed, trailing behind them. At least with Mikasa here, she wouldn’t have to suffer alone. Hopefully. Although the air instantly felt a little lighter now that she wasn’t alone with Eren’s insufferable ass.

Mikasa had already started unpacking in the kitchen, pulling out snacks and drinks from her bag like she was preparing for a long haul. McKayla leaned against the counter, watching as she meticulously arranged things in the cabinets. There was one thing about Mikasa, she liked things in a certain order that no one dared to mess up.

“Please tell me you brought alcohol,” McKayla said, only half-joking. Actually no, she wasn't joking. She knew she'd need some type of drink to mellow her out before Eren started to irritate her again. Nothing extreme, but just something to settle her nerves that Eren was surely going to get on at one point or another.

Mikasa didn’t even look up as she smirked. “Did you really think I’d show up empty-handed?” She reached into one of the bags and pulled out a bottle of vodka, setting it on the counter with a quiet but heavy clink.

McKayla sighed dramatically, a dreamy tone to her voice. “This is why you’re my favorite.” She wasn't much of a drinker, not at all really, but McKayla didn't mind taking a shot or two with her best friend. She just,,. knew her limits after one sleepover senior year where they 'practiced' getting drunk for parties. The hangover next day was not worth it in the end.

“I thought I was your favorite,” Eren chimed in from the living room, scrolling through his phone with a blue raspberry otter pop hanging from his teeth. McKayla could hear the slurps he was making as he tried to suck all of the juice from the plastic tube. Turning her head just enough to glare at him over her shoulder. He was sprawled out on the couch, long legs kicked up on the coffee table like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which he never did, honestly.

“You thought wrong,” she shot back, pushing her eyebrows together in faux annoyance. It did soften her up a bit to see that he still ate his otter pops the same back before he actually turned into a nuisance. Back when he was just Mikasa's little brother who liked to be included in whatever the two girls did.

Eren pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense as he sat up. “Harsh, sweetheart.” Then she got brought back to the realization that Eren Jaeger was now a pain in the ass.

Mikasa, unfazed as ever, merely grabbed three shot glasses from the cabinet and set them on the counter. “You two haven’t changed at all,” she muttered.

McKayla huffed, brushing her curls out of her face. “Tell that to him.” She nods towards Eren, who was still trying to finish his popsicle.

Eren grinned as he made his way to where the girls stood against the kitchen island. “What can I say? I like keeping things interesting.”

"More like keeping things annoying," McKayla muttered as she rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time.

Mikasa ignored both of them, pouring out three shots before sliding one in McKayla’s direction and another toward Eren. “Truce,” she said simply, raising her own glass.

McKayla eyed Eren warily, as if even agreeing to this would somehow give him the upper hand. His glossed eyes met hers across the kitchen island, and for once, there wasn’t anything cocky in his expression. Just something calm, something that made her stomach flip before she could stomp the feeling down. It felt fucking unusual.

“Truce,” Eren said easily, lifting his glass that seemed to look tiny in his large hands.

McKayla sighed, rolling her eyes one last time before finally relenting. “Fine. Truce.”

They clinked their glasses together before tossing back the shots. The vodka burned on the way down, sharp and warm with the same taste she hated, but McKayla welcomed the distraction. Maybe it would make those weird feelings in her stomach go away.

Eren set his glass down first, his tongue darting out to swipe a stray drop from his lip. “Now that that’s settled,” he said, flashing his signature pearly grin, “who’s ready to hit the beach?”

The vodka sat warm in McKayla’s stomach as the three of them made their way down to the beach, the sun hanging low in the sky, the clear blue of the sunny daytime turning into swirls of orange and purples over the waves. The sand was soft and familiar beneath her bare feet, the distant sound of seagulls mixing with the rhythmic lulling crash of the ocean.

Mikasa walked ahead, her expression as stoic as ever, while Eren strolled beside McKayla, far too comfortable in his own skin. He had changed into a loose tank top and board shorts, the fabric of his shirt hanging low enough to hint at the defined muscles underneath. McKayla hated that she noticed. Like really hated it. She inhaled deeply, focusing on the nostalgia of the beach instead of the way too grown-up version of Eren walking beside her.

“I bet you’ve missed this,” Mikasa said, looking back at McKayla as she tilted her face toward the sky, inhaling deeply as the salty breeze lifted strands of her dark hair. The air was still warm, the breeze blanketing them with a soft gust of heat.

McKayla followed her lead, taking a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of the ocean settle something restless inside her. “Yeah, I have,” she admitted, her lips curving into a small, wistful smile. “It’s been too long.” Things looked so different but still the same. The palm trees still held the blue hammock but looked old and tilted. The neighbor's beach house had changed color, now a washed yellow instead of blue. But the beach was still the beach, still the same sand her and Mikasa would chase each other through.

The sound of sand shifting behind her was the only warning before Eren nudged her elbow with his own, just hard enough to be irritating. “Admit it,” he drawled in a low voice, just low enough for her alone to hear, mischief dancing in his sea green eyes. “You missed me too.”

McKayla didn’t bother looking at him. Instead, she swatted his arm away without hesitation, her fingers briefly grazing the warmth of his skin. “Didn’t we call a truce?” she reminded him, arching a brow as her glasses lowered just a bit. “You’re already breaking it.”

Eren’s low chuckle vibrated in his chest as he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair, tousling the dark brown strands. He looked every bit the troublemaker she remembered—only now it was laced with confidence, less reckless, and more knowing. “What’s a truce without a little fun?” he mused, smirking as if he knew exactly how to get under her skin in a different way than he used to.

McKayla gave him a sidelong glance, narrowing her eyes. “Fun for who?” The warm summer breeze fanned through her hair, dark cinnamon curls swirling around her tan skin.

Eren’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping just enough to make her stomach clench. “Me, mostly.”

She groaned, picking up her pace to put some distance between them, but he just fell into step beside her again, effortlessly keeping up. His presence was an annoying heat at her side, his smug energy practically radiating off him. Mikasa, ever the silent observer, simply shook her head, barely hiding her amusement. With a small smirk ghosting her lips, she veered off toward the water, her hands slipping into the pockets of her hoodie.

The shoreline stretched endlessly before them, the waves rolling in with lazy repeated ease, their white froth dissolving into the wet sand. The ocean smelled exactly the same—salt, sun, and something faintly like lush greenery, like a nostalgic memory brought back to life. Mikasa was the first to step forward, wading into the water until the cool foam curled around her ankles. She stood still, watching the horizon as if lost in thought, the sea breeze teasing loose strands of her chopped dark hair.

McKayla lingered just at the edge, the damp sand molding around her bare feet, pulling her deeper into the earth with each passing wave. A slow exhale left her lips. It really had been too long since she’d been here—since things had felt this simple, this easy. No looming assignments, no stress, no expectations. Just the sound of the water and the weight of familiarity settling over her like a well-worn hoodie.

Then, just as she was about to close her eyes and soak in the moment—a pair of strong arms hooked around her waist. McKayla barely had time to yelp before she was lifted clean off her feet, her stomach flipping as the world tilted.

“Eren— don’t you dare—”

Too late.

With a wicked laugh, Eren swung her around once before tossing her straight into the ocean. The cold water swallowed her whole, shocking her system as she hit the surface with a loud splash. For a split second, all she could hear was the muffled rush of the waves around her, the sting of saltwater in her nose. Then, with a sputtering gasp, McKayla broke through the surface, hair slicked against her face, water dripping from her lashes. The moment her senses realigned she heard it—bellowing laughter. Eren was laughing.

Doubling over, hands on his knees, completely unbothered by the absolute rage building in McKayla’s chest. His laughter rang loud and unrestrained, full of pure, unrepentant joy. The kind of laugh that made it painfully obvious he had no regrets. Not in the slighest. Ohh was he gonna regret it alright.

McKayla’s chest rose and fell, her fingers twitching at her sides as fury built, hot and unchecked. She shoved her soaked hair back, her glare cutting straight through him like a blade. Her glasses were now covered in water droplets, streaking down and leaving her vision muddled. Taking them off, she tried to clean them as best she could, but wiping them against her drenched bathing suit had barely helped.

“Oh, you’re dead,” she gritted her teeth, shoving her water splotched glasses back onto her face as she started to trudge through the heavy waves of the water.

Eren barely had time to register the threat before his instincts kicked in. One glance at her expression—murderous, determined, downright vengeful—and he was already moving. He already knew McKayla could kick his ass if she really wanted to. Eren took one look at her furious expression and bolted.

McKayla surged out of the water, sprinting after him with all the speed she had built up from years of Muy Thai and MMA. The sand gave slightly beneath her feet, slowing her just enough to make the chase frustrating, but Eren was quick, damn his long ass legs.

A few strides ahead, he glanced back over his shoulder, his grin infuriatingly smug. “Gotta be faster than that, sweetheart,” he called, his voice infuriatingly light, the taunting only fueling McKayla even more. McKayla’s entire body burned—not just from exertion, but from sheer, blistering indignation. And saltwater.

Mikasa, standing off to the side like a spectator at a sporting event, watched the scene unfold with the barest hint of amusement. She made no move to interfere. She never did when it came to Eren and McKayla's bickering. It was all too entertaining for her.

McKayla dug her heels into the sand, her muscles coiling like a spring before she exploded forward. The years of training, of drilling takedowns and footwork into muscle memory, kicked in effortlessly. Eren was quick for sure, his strides long and fluid, but McKayla had something he didn’t—precision and practice. He was running on pure instinct, dodging around driftwood and patches of uneven sand, but she was calculating every step, reading his movements like a predator tracking its prey.

And just as he dared to glance back again—she pounced. McKayla lunged, her fingers curling into the back of his shirt as she tackled him with full force. A startled grunt escaped Eren as his balance shattered, his feet slipping out from under him. For a split second, they were weightless—then they hit the sand in a tangled heap, rolling from the momentum.

Eren twisted at the last second, his muscles straining as he tried to recover, but McKayla was already a step ahead. Her movements were swift and precise, honed from years of experience, and before he could counter, she had him pinned. She straddled his waist, knees digging into the sand on either side of his hips, her palms pressing into his chest. Her breath came in short, exhilarated bursts, her chest rising and falling as she grinned down at him, triumphant. The wind whipped through her damp hair, curly strands sticking to her flushed cheeks, but she didn’t care.

“Gotcha,” she panted, her voice laced with sweet satisfaction.

Eren blinked up at her, his chest rising and falling beneath her palms. For the first time, he actually looked a little impressed—though, of course, he’d never admit it.

“That was a cheap shot,” he huffed, but the grin playing on his lips gave him away.

McKayla raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath. “You threw me into the ocean, Jaeger.”

“Fair point,” he smiled up at her as he tilted his head back into the sand.

Before she could react, his hands shot up, fingers gripping her waist with startling ease. And in one swift but sloppy motion, he flipped them, rolling her onto her back as his body caged hers against the sand.

McKayla gasped, the sudden shift stealing the air from her lungs. The coarse grains of sand clung to her damp skin, the cool evening breeze sending a shiver down her spine. Eren’s weight settled over her, not crushing but present—just enough to keep her in place, just enough to make her heartbeat stutter.

His face hovered inches above hers, close enough that she could see the tiny droplets of sweat clinging to his forehead, the way his dark hair curled slightly at the ends from the saltwater. A single bead of sweat traced a slow, deliberate path down the sharp edge of his cheekbone, disappearing beneath his jaw. The teasing look in his eyes softened, something deeper threading beneath the playful mischief—something that made her pulse drum a little harder against her chest. McKayla swallowed hard, heat rising to her face despite the cool ocean air. The tension between them shifted—still playful, but heavier now, laced with something neither of them acknowledged out loud.

Eren’s lips twitched into a side smile. “Still think you’ve got me?”

McKayla smirked, masking the way her stomach clenched at the huskiness in his voice. She didn’t give herself time to think—hesitation had never been her strong suit. With a quick, calculated shift of her hips, she tightened her legs around his waist and twisted, using his own momentum against him. Eren barely had time to grunt in surprise before he was flat on his back again, arms splayed out, McKayla victorious above him once more.

Eren groaned, dragging a hand through his salt-soaked hair before letting his head fall back against the sand. “I hate that you’re better at this than me.”

She let out a breathless, triumphant laugh, her hands braced on his chest once again. “Maybe don’t pick fights you can’t win.”

His eyes flickered over her face, lingering just a beat too long. Then, with a slow, lazy smirk, he drawled, “Wanna bet?”

McKayla’s stomach flipped. It was something in the way that he said those words that made her brain short circuit for a moment. McKayla didn’t have time to think before Eren moved again. One second, he was flat on his back, looking every bit like he had accepted his defeat, and the next, he surged up, twisting their bodies so fast that McKayla barely had time to register the shift before she was on her back again, grainy sand pressing into her shoulders.

Eren grinned down at her, breathless but undeniably smug. “See? I can win.”

McKayla narrowed her eyes, her chest rising and falling in uneven beats as she studied him. His hair was still damp from the ocean now mixed with the sweat from his exhaustion, messy strands clinging to his forehead, and the way the early moonlight caught in his eyes made them look impossibly bright.

“Pretty sure I took you down first,” she shot back, voice laced with defiance.

Eren’s smirk deepened. “Pretty sure I just flipped you again.” His voice was low, a teasing edge curling around the words, but there was something else beneath the bravado—something indecipherable in the way his gaze flickered over her face, then lower, down to her parted lips, lingering for just a second too long before snapping back up. The weight of him above her was impossible to ignore. Neither of them moved.

The waves crashed somewhere behind them, the salty breeze cooling the heat between their bodies, but McKayla barely noticed. Because suddenly, all she could focus on was how close he was. How she could feel the rise and fall of his chest against hers, the lingering warmth of his hands where they had grabbed at her waist, the sharp contrast of his body heat against the cool sand beneath her.

His gaze dipped again, lower this time, trailing down the column of her throat before settling on her mouth. McKayla’s breath caught in her throat. Eren wasn’t laughing anymore. Instead, he was deep in thought, his fern green eyes grazing over her in a way she had never seen him do before. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her fingers twitching against the sand, torn between shoving him off and pulling him closer.

And then—

“Are you two done?”

Mikasa’s voice cut through the moment like a knife, cool and unimpressed like it always is. It knocked the two of them out of whatever trance they were just consumed in. McKayla jolted like she’d been electrocuted, pulse lurching as reality crashed back into her like a wave. Eren blinked, his expression shifting so fast it almost gave her whiplash—gone was the quiet intensity, replaced with something more familiar. Cocky. Amused. Infuriatingly casual.

“Enjoying the view, Mikasa?” he shot back smoothly, eyes still glued to McKayla and making no move to get off her, his smirk downright insufferable as he kept McKayla pinned beneath him.

McKayla groaned, planting both hands against his chest and shoving hard. “Get off, idiot.”

Eren let her push him away this time, rolling onto his back with a low chuckle, arms stretching lazily behind his head like he hadn’t just been a second away from—what? Kissing her?

McKayla pushed herself up, brushing sand off her damp skin, her heart still hammering harder than she wanted to admit. She stole a quick glance at Eren, but he was already smirking at her again, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. And that only made her want to tackle him again.

Mikasa sighed, stepping closer, arms crossed over her chest in that way that meant her patience was running thin. “You’re both ridiculous.”

Eren grinned up at his sister. “Yeah, but at least I’m winning.”

McKayla scoffed, pushing herself to her feet and shaking out her hair before fixing him with a challenging look. “Winning what, exactly? Because I’m pretty sure you ran like a little bitch before I caught you.” Eren’s smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second—so brief that most people wouldn’t have noticed. But McKayla did.

Mikasa exhaled slowly, the universal sign of her tolerance wearing dangerously thin. “Can we go eat now, or do you two need to roll around in the sand a little longer?” She lifted a finger, doing a little twirl of a circle at the two.

McKayla’s stomach growled before she could form a comeback, the traitorous sound making Eren snicker. With a dramatic sigh, she shot him one last glare before turning toward the beach house. “Fine. But this isn’t over, Jaeger.”

Eren let out a low chuckle, standing up and dusting the sand off his abs—abs that McKayla pointedly did not look at. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

She flipped him off over her shoulder as she turned to head back to the beach house. McKayla felt Eren’s eyes on her as she walked away, the weight of his gaze making the back of her neck tingle. She kept her pace steady, refusing to acknowledge the way her heart had picked up speed. She’d gotten under his skin today—that was clear. But for some reason, it felt different this time. The usual irritation she felt toward him was mixed with something else... something she wasn’t ready to name or even acknowledge.

Mikasa walked beside her, nonchalant as always, though the faintest curve of her lips suggested she’d noticed the shift. "Had fun rolling in the sand with my brother?" Mikasa's eyes flitted back to Eren, who was trailing behind as he kicked the sand with each apathetic step.

McKayla, whose head was turned toward the wavering ocean, widened her eyes. She blinked an unamused expression onto her face before she turned to Mikasa. "Oh totally," she started, her voice laced with sarcasm, "I loved spending my first day back being tossed into freezing water then being wrestled into the sand. Perfect start to my summer." A bubbly chuckle left her chest as she nudged Mikasa with her shoulder.

"Mmm I can tell, sure seemed like it when you stayed pinned under him. I know you coulda got out of it sooner than you did," Mikasa's eyes sweep over McKayla. She knew McKayla was going easy on her brother, Eren was strong, sure, but Mikasa knew McKayla had enough power and experience under her belt to have gotten out of the situation.

All McKayla could do was scoff and roll her eyes. "Don't even joke like that, Mik. You're gonna make me gag." A pointed finger went up to her mouth as she stuck her tongue out and pretended to vomit. McKayla’s fake gagging noise did little to deter the knowing look in Mikasa’s eyes. She didn’t push it, though, just shook her head with the smallest smirk as they reached the back deck of the beach house.

The old wooden steps of the deck creak as the girls make their way up, the cool evening breeze rolling in with each crash of the ocean waves. McKayla shook out her damp hair, still brushing stubborn grains of sand off her arms. Behind them, Eren followed at a leisurely pace, dragging his fingers through his unruly hair as if he wasn’t the reason she looked like she’d just survived a natural disaster. Mikasa opened the sliding glass door and stepped inside first, heading straight for the kitchen like she hadn’t just witnessed her best friend nearly combust under her brother.

McKayla trailed behind, resisting the urge to glance back at Eren again. She could still feel the weight of his body against hers, the heat that had coiled low in her stomach when his gaze lingered a second too long. The whole thing had been stupid. Just another round of their never-ending battle. So why did she feel so rattled?

As she entered the kitchen, she beelined for the fridge, the cool air washing over her flushed skin as she grabbed a water bottle. Twisting off the cap, she took a long sip, trying to drown the lingering heat in her chest. Trying to drown any unneeded thoughts or feelings that involved her best friend's younger brother. That involved Eren.

Eren leaned back against the counter a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, looking far too smug for someone who’d lost their little wrestling match. “What, no victory speech?” he teased, tilting his head.

McKayla lowered the water bottle, narrowing her eyes. “Please. You don’t deserve one after that cheap move at the end.”

“Cheap?” He placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “That was pure skill, sweetheart.” Skill? That's what he wanted to call it? McKayla snorted, almost choking on some water as she let out her sarcastic laugh.

Mikasa, who had been rummaging through the cabinets, turned back toward them, with a disinterested arch of her brow. “If you two are gonna keep flirting, at least do it quietly.”

McKayla spluttered and coughed, shaking her head. “We’re not—”

“—not flirting,” Eren finished at the same time, but his voice was laced with laughter and enjoyment, like he wasn’t even trying to deny it. Like it was something he liked to entertain the idea of.

Mikasa just sighed and grabbed a bowl of leftover fruit salad from the fridge. “Uh huh. Anyway, I’m taking this upstairs. Don’t kill each other.”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving McKayla alone with Eren in the dimly lit kitchen. The silence stretched between them; you could almost hear crickets it was so quiet. The air felt heavier now, the only sounds coming from the distant crash of waves and the hum of the refrigerator, which for some reason sounded louder than it did when Mikasa was in the kitchen with them. McKayla swallowed, her pulse doing an annoying little stutter as she finally looked at him—really looked at him.

His skin was still kissed by salt and sun, all golden and tan. The angles of his face looking sharper in the soft glow of the kitchen's amber lighting. Hair shaggy and messy in a way that suited his boyishness. His lips were parted slightly, like he had something to say but hadn’t decided if it was worth saying.

McKayla exhaled sharply, finally breaking the way too awkward silence that sat between them, shoving the bottle onto the counter with more force than necessary. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Eren smiled, eyes moving from his fidgeting hands up to McKayla's exasperated expression. “Yeah?”

She rolled her eyes, irritably tapping the counter with an annoyed smile on her face. “Yeah.” It honestly made her sick to her stomach that someone she found so annoying, so irritating could make her have butterflies. Of all people to give her butterflies it had to be Eren freaking Jaeger.

He pushed off the counter then, closing the space between them in two slow, deliberate steps. McKayla’s breath hitched, her back bumping against the edge of the island as he stopped just in front of her. Too close. Or maybe not close enough.

“You gonna tackle me again?” he murmured, voice lower now, laced with that familiar teasing tone, underlying with something McKayla couldn't quite place her finger on. Although Eren wasn't wearing that usual cocky smirk of his, his face looked serious, and if McKayla wasn't too focused on the way her heart was literally trying to thump its way out of her chest, she'd see the hidden look of need that his eyes held.

McKayla lifted her chin, refusing to back down. Refusing to let herself feel whatever the hell it was she felt in her chest. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His smirk faltered for just a fraction of a second. Then his eyes flickered down—to her lips, lingering there like he was weighing a decision. And then, before she could process it, before she could even think about stopping it—Eren leaned in.

It wasn’t hesitant or unsure. It was the kind of kiss that had been threatening to happen for far too long, a collision of frustration and curiosity, of something unspoken finally breaking free. Years of unrealized pining and hidden feelings that had formed into angst. His lips brushed against hers once, then again, firmer this time, testing the waters. And when McKayla didn’t pull away—when she exhaled against his mouth like she’d been holding her breath all night and had finally felt relief—Eren pressed in, his hands bracing against the counter on either side of her, caging her in.

McKayla’s fingers twitched against the cool surface behind her. She should push him away. She should remind him that this was a bad idea, that they were nothing but bad timing and bickering and unresolved tension wrapped in pretty packaging. But then he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and every rational thought she had unraveled like sand slipping through her fingers. Her hands found his waist, then the planes of his back, fingers curling slightly as she kissed him back, matching his intensity as she finally gave in and melted into the moment. The warmth of his skin under her fingertips sent a slow, burning heat curling through her veins.

Eren made a quiet sound in the back of his throat, something between satisfaction and surprise, and it sent a sharp thrill through McKayla’s chest. He hadn’t expected her to kiss him back like this. Good, keep him on his toes. She pulled away first, breathless, her heart hammering so hard she was sure he could hear it. For a moment, they just stared at each other, caught in the aftermath of whatever the hell had just happened.

Then, Eren’s lips curved into a slow, crooked grin. “Told you I could win.”

McKayla let out a breathless laugh, shoving him in the chest. He was back to being old Eren. “Shut up.” But her fingers lingered against his skin for just a second too long before she forced herself to step away. And Eren noticed. He always did.

[blackbatcass]

If it’s okay could you recommend comics for the flash fam? I really want to start reading them but I have no idea where to start 😅

YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN ANON!! reading flashfam comics can change your life for the better fr, unlike batman comics which usually change your life for the worse. Flash comics are honestly very simple to get into? for the most part you can just pick which era you want to start with, hop on that mainline ongoing and read from there.

this got kind of ridiculously long (i ramble about flash sorry)

i am not by any means a well-read silver age fan so I'll just skip right over those LMAO. if you want to read barry's run i assume you can just read flash v1 up until crisis. if you're interested in reading wally as kid flash he's featured in backups throughout a lot of v1 iirc!

unsurprisingly, my number one rec for the flashfam would be the flash volume 2 (1987). it's got pretty much everything you need. it introduced the speed force, basically created what we think of as the flashfamily, reintroduced & created beloved characters, and built up wally into the loser we know and love today<3 at its core it's the story of wally's journey from the very start of his career as the flash, learning how to fill barry's shoes and be a grown-up. it starts when he's this insane cringe 20 year old loser and ends with him as a full adult who's married with two kids LOL. it does soooo much work for wally as a character it's unreal.

but to keep it real flash v2 is......very long. like Incredibly long. it is 200+ issues and ran for over 20 years. so i can break it down into some smaller pieces & try to provide a roadmap so it's maybe a little less intimidating

the bad news is that the first guy to start out on the run fucking HATED wally for some reason lmfao and it shows. it's painful to read. the good news is he only stayed for the first 14 issues lol so honestly you can just skip those and start at #15 where william messner-loebs took over. now......the messner-loebs era is also not perfect and can be a bit of a slog. I love it in the fond 'wow wtf was all that' kind of way but it is definitely not a masterpiece. there are a lot of unmemorable, bland (occasionally batshit & ridiculous) arcs and he introduces a whole army of mostly forgettable side characters. credit where credit is due there is a lot of good stuff in there, he set up some stuff that is foundational to flash lore (like LINDA!! and hartley!) but it's not for everyone. if you want you can jump in at #31, where wally moves to keystone, or if you read some of it and it's not for you it's honestly fine to just skip to #62 where waid's run begins. #62-65 are a flashback retelling of wally's origin story (basically flash year one) and it's sooo good. essential wally reading.

the waid run is definitely the best section of the comic. it's classic it's iconic it builds the flashfamily it creates the speedforce it introduces bart allen. it's phenomenal. if you are interested in characters like bart, the garricks, johnny & jesse quick, and max mercury they are all integrated into the flashfam over this run. if nothing else i would recommend reading this part. oh and SPEAKING of bart allen, he gets introduced in issue #92! he hangs out in flash for a bit, zero hour happens, and pretty soon after his impulse series starts in 1995.

this is my #2 flashfam rec! if you have been in these tumblr circles at all then you've heard us rave about impulse 1995. it's simply Thee comic of all time. everyone on earth needs to read it im not kidding. it follows bart's life living with max mercury and his daughter helen, trying to adjust to normal life in the past. it's just. it's the best. it's 89 issues long, but honestly it goes by SUPER fast. i would recommend doing what i did and reading impulse and flash in parallel, just to get that organic experience & context. they cross over several times until impulse eventually ends.

ok back to flash v2. once geoff johns takes over..... i mean i won't say it ruins the comic and there is definitely stuff worth reading but i love waid infinitely better. it's really up to you. waid also comes back now and then to write a few chunks.

the flash series doesn't end until 2008. the next big thing after would be flash: rebirth, which. i am not a fan of for obvious reasons (get back in that coffin barry) but it's essential to understanding the plot so i have to include it lol.

i honest to god have no idea wtf was going on during flashpoint & new52. I will not pretend to understand that era. however if you are interested in the modern flashfam & the introduction of characters like ace west and avery ho, there are a couple good places to start! if you want to read williamson's run, you can start at the rebirth flash run (flash v5 #1). wally is eventually reintroduced (thank god) during this run.

if you want to start at the jeremy adams run (which features lots of members of the flashfamily) you can start at flash #768, which runs all the way to #800.

I would personally recommend the current flash ongoing written by si spurrier! it is kind of a lot and I'm in the minority in my love for it but it's interesting, thoughtful, has a role for pretty much every character, and has a lot of really cool cosmic horror elements. i will concede that it is VERY complicated and technical but you can tell spurrier has things to say and honestly it's so rare that a comic makes me think these days that i'm eating it up.

there were also two recent flashfam miniseries that just finished, speed force and jay garrick: the flash! i enjoyed both. they're short and fun.

aaaand that's my list! it is by no means comprehensive and it is very possible i got some things wrong so I apologize in advance. if you have any more questions I will be happy to try and answer them. I hope this was at least a little bit helpful and not even more confusing lol!

[demonicnarwhale]

just like many things I'll start something then toss it aside and we've done this before but here's the protocol: Eel saying she has this file on her computer for a long while now. And she knows she won't get back to this any time soon so here we go

Ok here's some explanation to this whole jazz:

Due to Scratch being like fuchsia blood (because of course) and so the Felt all wear some sort of uniform looking clothes. Tie in to how all wear similar green suits and stuff. And of course their blood colors are placed on them ya know.

(Minus HK posing as an olive as she's a lime, she doesn't have any powers as a lime. Like no ability to shoosh or calm high bloods lol. I just think it's funny and allows for there to be a reason that HK's there. Aka Scratch intimidation, she works as a cleaner so she doesn't have to worry about her getting hurt/blood reveal moment, and she'd rather not get caught by some other trolls or something tee hee)

Here's some silly info: (some stuff has been changed from previous post from some days or month(s) ago)

Heights aren't like up to date as the line up is really just to show their clothes and designs (or lack of)

Matchstick while a burgundy his sign is supposed to also kinda resemble wings. Like it's the most "trust me you gotta squint" sort of shit. But it's cuz I wanna give him a moth (perhaps plus some other animal) sort of lusus cuz hah light. Fire. He extinguishes fire but like haha lusus attracted to the light. and and and and and and and eel is trying her best here

Stitch is the only goldie but it's just funny that not only does he have no psionics to start off with, but also just like his og one eye got fucked up. So even if he did then it's like real weak. Just cuz like eye retina(??) and brain yeah im no surgeon

Sawbucks and Quarters to me are just like the guys who can take a fuck ton of hits? so indigo. yeah. that's all. Like Cans ofc can but I also just think of him more in an offense manner and Quarters takes up the defense

Die gets the cone of shame. fucking loser.

I was entertaining the idea of Clover and HK switching blood colors just cuz I can go "Haha Clover's soooo lucky that he's still alive" yadda yadda. But then, he wouldn't be able to get all weird and freaky with chuckle voodoo stuff. Yeah should he have that access? No :)

I could've made Trace a violet too but I felt like in their sprites, Fin (to me) is much more obvious to being a shark. Like look at that fuckin mug ya know? So i just went with making just Fin a violet.

the idea was to keep it where like there's more lowbloods than highbloods but ya know what. Just realized the only three midbloods I got are fucking Die Crowbar and Snowman. The sequence (ok I'll probably add someone else to the midbloods)

While I could've just made their blood off of like their ball or hat color, I felt like it'd be fun to see what blood color id assign them considering like their attributes or personalities like Itchy to me is an olive as I like to think that olives can be more rowdy or energetic? yeahhh like ofc not all but just for this yes

Also the idea of Itchy being a goldie sounds disastrous

Oh SHIT SAWBUCK IS A TEAL IM CHANGING HIM TO A TEAL OHAGUH

Doze is a burgundy but also like his sign a 2 and and anddd hourglass looking hehehe

Itchy was supposed to look like that dangly bit from the grandfather clock. And the others I gave up trying to implement some time looking reference

I know Snowy's pants are like so obvious cuz hahah spider web haha but BUT I AM SO HAPPY FOR HOW IT LOOKS. LIKE PANTS BUT COULD LOOK LIKE A SKIRT DRESS THING IF STANDING LEGS CLOSED AND AOUGH YEAHHHH

Oh yeah I'll also be adding or trying to come up with their clothes when not in uniform but that's a maybe. Maybe. There's ideas like I got Clover and Fin's but the others? yeah good luck.

Also I just really like ponchos or like the coat duster thingy yeahhhh

Also also PS. if there's like any questions please feel free to ask just cuz there's some other things I wanna talk about but it's either for characters not here or I am blanking

[niasfootprint]

HIGHSCHOOL BADDIE

Chapter two of the Marry Me, Officer? series

warnings. minor!reader, violence, mentions of underage drug use, reader is again a cutie pie and a lovesick fool

taglist. @junzitis @xxkhxndlelitexx @channiesleftarm @taylsluvs @skzskzskzskzskzskzskz

not proofread!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

What a way to start a day.

Ever since Chan woke up, his mood had gone south. First, the air conditioner broke down, then the coffee machine, and then, very sadly, the collar button of his uniform. Plus he also hurt his finger stitching the button back on.

And on top of all of that, he had duty at a fucking High School annual event. It was not that he hated teenagers, but in his line of work, the teenagers always interfered. The dumbest criminals are the underage ones. Gave him a headache.

He was pissed actually, because why were these senior officers like himself being treated as watchmen outside the stupid event? The principal of the school was spoiled and rich, that's why.

As he stood outside the door to the entrance, he thought everything was under control now. Surely, nothing would go wrong.

"Good morning, officer!"

Or perhaps not.

Chan gasped, placing a hand over his heart as he looked back. It took him a while, but he recognised the mischievous face of the girl who had almost startled him to death.

Uh oh.

He was avoiding it. He had been avoiding it for weeks, and definitely did not expect it to be here... at this stupid school event.

You grinned, saluting him. "How have you been, future hubby?"

"Jesus Christ, kid." He glared back at you, finding your grin rather annoying. He placed his hands on his waist, staring you down with a stern look. "What are you doing here? And what did you just call me? Hasn't your delusion worn down yet?"

"Soooo many questions." You scrunched your nose, which he annoyingly found cute. "And what do you mean what am I doing here? Do you think I'm the kind of girl that goes around crashing annual events?" You pouted. "I go here."

Chan listened to your words, finally taking in your appearance. You were dressed in a sports uniform, basketball probably, with your blue and white basketball shorts and jersey. He hummed in acknowledgement.

You grinned again, turning around so he could see the back of your jersey, where your surname and number was imprinted. You put your thumbs over your shoulders to point at the number. "See? I'm number 7!"

You turned back around.

"You know who else is number 7?" You didn't give him a moment to respond before talking again. "All the GOATs! Cristiano Ronaldo! David Beckham! And MS Dhoni!"

He couldn't help but listen to your excited and enthusiastic words with a small frown tugging at his lips. He was trying really hard not to smile right now. He was trying to act broody and rude, so you could take a hint and just leave. And he knew that if he showed even a little bit of interest, you wouldn't leave his side all day.

"Aren't I special?" You looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Not really. Go and don't bother me."

Your grin didn't falter, almost like you could see he didn't mean it. "Oh look!" You pointed at his chest. He looked down to see what you were showing him, and you glided your hand up, flicking his nose, laughing gleefully. "Bye, future hubby!" You ran off before he could react.

He could just watch you run off, not quite understanding what just happened. He touched his nose, huffing. "Stupid kiddo." He grumbled under his breath.

"Oi! Get back to your position!"

Chan had to admit, you weren't your usual cheerful annoying self in the ring. Oh no, you were intimidating there. Your occasional disappointed looks towards your team members whenever they missed a shot, or the way you weren't afraid to pick a fight at every wrong sportsmanship from the other team... it was all very refreshing.

"Yo, what?" You walked towards the umpire. "How is that a foul?!"

The game was intense. Chan never thought in his life that he'd be so invested in a girls' basketball game, not a bunch of high schooler girls atleast. He watched with a frown as you played, so focused.

"Whose side are you on?" Officer Chan heard from his side and he quickly tore away his gaze from you to turn and look at the source of the voice. Officer Lee stood with a small smirk on his face. "The one that was flirting with you outside?"

Chan rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Minho."

Minho chuckled, then his eyes widened. "Ah, so that's that kid you met that night?"

"Bingo."

"Damn. Good luck with that. She's feisty."

"Thanks, Minho." Chan rolled his eyes, watching the game again.

Chan almost took a step forward with a frown when he saw the scene unfolding infront of him. A girl from the rival team had just pushed you off, using violence in between the game.

You huffed as your teammates helped you up. Chan could feel the anger in you from 30 feet away. Even he found it intimidating, how you got back up and into the game immediately, glaring at the girl here and there, your tongue poking your cheek from inside due to suppressed rage.

After that, the game was a blur. In the next 20 minutes, you were a force to be reckoned with. Angry shots, none missing. You nodded everytime someone patted you on your back, refusing to back down.

And to no one's surprise, your team won. "Fuck yeah!" You yelled, a wide grin on your face as you ignored the coach's yell to use better language. Everyone cheered, hooting and clapping loudly as your team did a group hug.

He found himself clapping. But he stopped when he realised what he was doing. You looked back at him, grinning toothily. He bit the inside of his cheek to suppress his smile. It was like your original bubbly personality was back after that intense game of brooding.

He nodded in your direction once, as if to let you know that you played well. You smiled, and oh my god, was that a blush on the stubborn kiddo's face?

His eyes widened as you blew him a kiss. "Oh God, no." He mumbled underneath his breath, looking away.

Officer Lee laughed loudly. "Oh, you're stuck in this. She's not gonna let you go."

"Did you like the game, Officer?" You approached him, grinning from ear to ear. He looked back at you, smirking and looking away.

"You were okay. Congratulations on winning." He kept it short, not wanting your ego skyrocketing. He knew enough by now that if he complimented you or smiled at you, you would immediately start thinking that he likes you back. And very frankly, he does not want a rumour about him being interested in a minor. He wasn't Drake. Not that he knew anything about the Drake controversy, he was too much of a boomer to know celebrity gossip.

"Why, thank you, future hubby."

"Can you stop calling me that?" He grumbled, glaring down at you. "This isn't something you should throw around like that. Stay in your limits, kid. Also, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be inside with everyone and watching the function?"

"I'm not just here, you know?" You pouted. "I'm here to report serious offense." You leaned in closer, whispering your next words. "I know somewhere you're needed."

He raised a brow. "Oh? And where might that be?"

"It's a high school event, future hubby. There's bound to be high schoolers doing illegal stuff." You give him a sweet smile, and he almost groans. Great. Just what he needed. Bratty teenagers.

"Where?"

"Just behind the building."

He sighed, nodding and starting to walk off to the told location, but stops once he notices you following. "Where do you think you're going?" He turned back to look at you.

"With you?"

"Stay here, missy. Won't warn you again." He pinned you with a look that said, 'please listen to me, I'm an adult'.

"Only if you call me a good girl for staying put." You grinned up at him, blushing and giggling. Your crush on him was ridiculous, really.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked back at you. "Will you be a good girl and stay put?" He said it as gently as he could, watching as your smile softened.

"Aye aye captain!" You saluted.

He scoffed, walking off to the back of the building, occasionally checking if you were doing as you promised. When you didn't, he walked off fast, reaching the crime scene.

And indeed, there were teenage boys sitting there, smoking weed and marijuana and whatnot.

"Getting high, are we?" He spoke, his hands on his waist as he stared at the brats.

One of the boys with a mullet chuckled, standing up. "Aish, looks like someone snitched." He grumbled under his breath, a roll between his lips. "Oi, one of you assholes know who told on us to Mr. Policeman over here?" He asked the gang.

"I did!" You spoke from behind him, startling him. Chan turned back with wide eyes, glaring down at you.

"I thought I told you to stay put?" He huffed.

"Sorry, Officer." You grinned. "I'm too nosy for that."

"It's that little bitch, huh?" Another boy spoke, looking at you straight in the eyes. You stood your ground, sticking out your tongue at the boy. Chan chuckled at that, but disguised it as a cough.

"Now now... that's no way to talk to a girl, is it?" Chan scoffed.

"You assh-!" The boy exclaimed as he lunged forward to attack me, but a slap from Chan sent him flying backward, and he fell on the concrete. The other boys saw this, their eyes widened.

Chan raised a brow at them, and they picked up their stuff, scurrying off as fast as they could, yelling profanities and mindless threats.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, dipshits!" You called out to them, laughing.

Chan huffed, looking back at you. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to the front where you both had been before this drama.

"What were you thinking?" He started. "Did you think it was fun to go and rile up a bunch of hormonal angry teenage boys? Why don't you just listen to me, huh? And where are you looking at, I'm talking to you, little miss."

But you weren't paying attention to him. He frowned, following your gaze to see you looking at a girl wearing the rival team's jersey.

Oh.

It was the girl who had pushed you.

"Wait a minute here, Officer." You handed him your bag. He held it without question, opening his mouth to ask where you were going but you were quicker, walking away with long strides, even with your short legs.

"Oi, you bitch!" You yelled out at the girl. Chan wasted no time in running after you. You looked angry, raging. If he doesn't stop you for another second, you could even-

"OW!" The girl yelped as you held her by her hair, shoving her face in the wall, her cheek scraping painfully against the concrete.

"Kid, no! Stop." Chan tried to interfere, but you didn't listen.

"What were you thinking, huh?" You growled into her ear, binding her hands behind her back with your free hand. The girl was taller and bigger than you, and yet your adrenaline won over her strength. "Had your fun in the ring?"

"Let me go, you psycho!" She whimpered.

"You wanna act like Regina George? You gotta end up like Regina George." You spat.

"Okay." Chan huffed angrily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you away from her. You thrashed around in his grip, your hands and legs kicking the air.

"Let me go, I'll kill this bitch!" You yelled angrily.

"Language." He grunted, his strong arms holding your back against his chest. He gestured for the girl to run off with a tilt of his head, watching as she scurried off with a scratched up cheek and probably a bald spot.

"Come back here, you wench!"

"I said, calm down!" He yelled at you so loudly, you calmed down, eyes widening. He let you go, and you turned back to look at him with a sad look for being yelled at. "I'm done with you, you hear me? You're stubborn, and a brat. Now go back right now before I put handcuffs on you."

"Offi-"

"And what was that you call me? 'Future hubby'? Stop with that. I'm never gonna like you back. You're a kid, and a very bratty one at that. We're never getting together, and we're definitely never getting married. Now scurry off inside. Watch the event, or leave for home right now. Don't make me say it again."

He almost felt guilty when he saw the tears in your eyes, your reddened nose, and your wobbling chin.

"Go."

You wiped your tears, stomping off angrily. He sighed in relief. He didn't mean to hurt you, of course, but if hating him was the only way you'd get off his back, then he was more than willing to make that happen.

He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before he heard your voice again. And this time, you weren't talking to him.

"What's your name?" You spoke.

Chan turned back to see who you were talking to, his jaw dropping at the sight of you smiling up at Officer Lee, your tears nowhere in sight.

"Minho." Officer Lee answered with a smile matching your own.

"Do you have a wife and kids at home? A girlfriend, maybe?" You grinned up at him with your childish charm.

"No, I don't, miss."

"Then will you marry me when I grow up?" You almost jumped excitedly. But Minho's expression wasn't one how Chan's had been in this situation. Minho just smiled, shaking his head at your antics.

"Sure, yeah." Minho chuckled, watching as you clapped your hands.

"Do you have a pen?" You asked him, and Chan could feel his eyeballs trying to escape his sockets, his mouth parted in offense. You were doing the same stuff you did back that night.

He could only watch as you scribbled your number on Officer Lee's palm, telling him to call you four years later, just as you had done to him all those days ago.

After that, you jumped off inside happily with a giggle and a "bye, future hubby!".

"What was that?" He glared at Minho.

"What was what?" Minho raised a brow.

"You know what. Why did you say you'll marry her? You're giving her false hope! That's not okay."

Minho looked at him and laughed like he had just told him the funniest joke. "Can you chill out, old man? It's all in good fun."

Chan frowned. "How so?"

"She's a kid, Chan. She's going to forget about it when she grows up. You see how happy she got just because I played along with her little fantasy? That was cute." Minho smiled. "Lighten up."

He couldn't stop thinking about Minho's words all day that day. He was right. You had looked so happy. Maybe playing into your fantasies was better than to make you cry. God, he was so dumb.

He sighed. "Stupid kiddo."

[hyuckmov]

one of the reasons why i love jealous haechan headcanons so much is because he seems so secure and confident and smug of himself that i never really see him as someone who gets jealous easily. so in the small moments that he does become possessive you know it really got under his skin and its so hot to think that you'd have that much control over him imagine him losing his mind because he's never had to feel THIS nervous and desperate before like i kinda want this self-assured man trip over himself for assurance that i have eyes FOR HIM AND ONLY FOR HIM hahaahdjashd im rambling

hello anon sorry i took sooo long with this! ur literally me because i don't know if i find jealousy in itself hot, or just the IDEA of haechan being jealous... and i've literally always always wanted to write it. nothing hurts me more than a fic where a neo is with someone else </3

you are absolutely right in that haechan is so confident and self-assured but also sometimes he's so intimidating when he's upset or frustrated beyond words. i would interpret the leo moon in his chart as him having jealous tendencies that have more to do with pride. if you were in a relationship, i can see him first basking in the glow of having someone that everyone wants, being a little cocky about you belonging to him, relishing the way others do a double take when they see you together. but as this goes on it starts to bother him, and i can see him being so upset at himself for being so unhealthy and possessive, because in his rational mind he knows he trusts you, and you would never cheat on him, but he just can't help feeling upset when strangers get too close and start to hit on u. it's something he can't really explain, but he would definitely be a little more rough with you as he pulls you away, and he would drop the customer service voice and generally light-hearted manner for something far more authoritative and cold, acting like everyone other guy trying to hit on you is beneath him (and to be honest they are). rather than show them you're his, he doesn't feel the need to prove himself to them and would probably remove you from the situation and take his frustration out on you (with your consent ofc). yes he's a performer, but he also knows the importance of leaving room for imagination

however if he's crushing on you, i can see him being soooo insecure and sweet and pouty. he needs attention and love from you, and feeling it slip away would crush him. i feel like he could get a little withdrawn, despairing at the fact that god forbid you are even looking at another man. but he's so cute like this when he's nervous and lost in his thoughts, and when you inevitably pay attention to him again he would actually have hearts shooting out of his eyes and i think that this little emotional journey might actually prompt him to confess

[itsukismoon]

I Vow to You, the Shape of My Love - Chapter 2 (Cyrus)

>> chapter 3

Cyrus: Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s get started.

Kent: Cyrus-san, you look really intimidating in that outfit! So freakin’ cool!

Cyrus, blushing: O-oh, I see… thanks.

Cyrus: cough cough …First, I want to know how familiar you are with swords. Try drawing your sword like you always do on stage.

Kent: Gotchu!

Kent straightened his posture and smoothly unsheathed his prop sword.

Cyrus: Hoh… impressive. The way you draw your sword is so elegant.

Emma: It’s a little different from what the knights do.

Kent: For real?! What’s the professional knights’ way of doing it?

Cyrus: Keep your movements to a minimum, and the faster you pull it out, the better.

Cyrus: Maybe it would be easier to understand if I showed you.

Cyrus received the prop sword from Kent, but—

Cyrus: ! I never thought it would be this light… I thought it simply had its edge smoothened out, but I guess I was wrong.

Emma: It was made to be used on stage. It’s light so that it’s easier to perform acrobatic moves.

Cyrus: I see. That’s a great craftsmanship.

Nodding in admiration, Cyrus placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Cyrus: Fwuh..!!

Emma: (So fast! I couldn’t follow it with my eyes at all!)

Kent: Soooo coool!! This is a professional knight…! I’ll try my best to get as close as possible to that!

Cyrus: Let’s start with the basic form. Hold the sword with the base of your fingers along the handle—

Kent: ——Haah! Like this?

Cyrus: That’s right. You’re a quick learner. Now you need to drive that movement into your body before you forget it.

Cyrus: Let’s start with 100 swings of the sword.

Kent: H-Hundred?! …I’ll do my best!

Kent practiced until the sun went down, then returned to the castle to discuss the play.

Emma: Thank you for your hard work, Cyrus.

Cyrus: Yeah. Kent was trying harder than I thought he would, so I was getting fired up as well.

Cyrus: Compared to before, I’ve gotten closer to my subordinates, and they’ve been asking me to give them guidance more often…

Cyrus: It was my first time being adored/followed/idolised so innocently. It was a bit… No, it was quite refreshing.

Player’s choice: It looked like fun. (+4 sun points) // You were really motivated. (+4 moon points)*

Emma: Today, you were more motivated than usual.

Cyrus: I felt like I had to respond to Kent’s enthusiasm in kind.

Cyrus: I’m an amateur when it comes to acting, and I don’t know sword techniques to impress people.

Cyrus: So at the very least, as much as time allows for it, I’d like to be able to teach him the swordsmanship I have learned as a knight.

Emma: (Cyrus truly is kind, after all…)

The peaceful time we were spending together was so comfortable that we ended up staying there for a long time.

Emma: Well, I guess I’ll be on my way soon.

Cyrus: Okay… I’ll accompany you to the castle.

Emma: it’s not that late, I can go alone. You must be tired, so please go rest.

Cyrus: No, I want to see you off.

Cyrus: Then I can be with you just a little longer.

When he said that to me with a gentle smile, there was no way I could refuse.

I gratefully accepted his offer and took the hand he offered to me.