#i take back my past statements about him not heing did coded

[gradationsofevil]

concocting armand DID fan art and mini essay, more to come

[melminli]

my boy - by billie eilish

pairing: young coriolanus x fem. reader

summery - he ain't a man and sure as hell ain't honest

word count: 2.5k

contains: angst, slightly dark themes, possessiv but soft coryo, politician coryo, talk about pregnancy and marriage, alcohol consumption

a/n: i have many songs that i think r just so coryo coded, so i thought i would choose one and write something about it. this one is just so him like, every lyric fits him perfectly

You sometimes wondered if there really had been a time when you had truly loved Coriolanus Snow. You didn't want to doubt that you didn't anymore, but the fact that you had any doubts at all said more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

"Don't you want to get dressed?" The voice of the person you were thinking about asked you. As his Fiancée, you should definitely not think about such things. You turned your attention to him and saw him standing in front of the mirror, buttoning the buttons of his expensive waistcoat.

You noticed he was about to tie his black tie next as he reached for it, and you stood up to stop him so you could do it for him. It always looked a little messy when he tied it himself. "I thought maybe I'd stay home this time. I'm a bit tired." You said, concentrating on doing a neat job, even though you probably could do it with your eyes closed by now. Perhaps the reason was more that you were trying to avoid his gaze and also his silence.

He said something back to you as you were pulling the tie tighter around his neck. "I think you should get dressed." Was all he said and ended the discussion with a few words like he always did. It would look bad if I turned up without my fiancée. Though, at the same time - I really need something pretty to look at if I want to get through the evening.

You just sighed softly as Coriolanus walked past you to fix his hair. I think I'd better wear a matching dress then. You went to your closet to look for a black dress and it should be very easy for you to find something suitable since you had a dress for every occasion. Especially since you and Coriolanus had had started to be invited regularly to galas and events.

But you just weren't in the mood. Whatever, this should be fine. You finally decided on one and put it on. However, you had a little trouble zipping up the back, though luckily, your fiancé returned the favor and helped you out. After he finished, he watched your figure in front of the mirror and gave you a gentle kiss on the back of your neck while holding you in his arms. "There you go, my dear, you look beautiful. You should also wear the pearl jewelry I bought you, they would look good on you."

You leaned back into his arms. "Good on me, or good on the wealthy impression you want to give others." You said, already knowing the answer. Coriolanu's gaze sharpened slightly at your words. He didn't like it when you got sassy with him - no matter to what extent. It seemed to be one of your traits that were hard to get rid of, but he hoped that perhaps with time, you would learn to watch your tongue more. I don't think so, but a man can still hope. At least it's not as bad as it used to be.

"Pollux will be there." He announced and sat down on the armchair next to your dressing table while he watched you make yourself pretty for him. One of the reasons why it was there. "But I would argue that one doesn't exclude the other." He came back to your earlier statement.

So, that's what this is about. The name Pollux was not necessarily associated with positive things in your household. Ever since Coriolanus had started getting involved in politics around Panem, the two of them were considered arch enemies, one could say. Both very charming men with sweet words who also each hid a poisonous dagger behind their fake smiles so they could take the other out at the slightest mistake.

"I can't stand that fucking bastard." Coriolanus complained, grimacing as he thought about his face. "If I have to listen to him make one more pun with his name, I'll shoot myself and everyone in the room. Just because your name means crown doesn't mean you're going to get it stupid asshole. I really fucking hate that guy."

Your fiancé rarely swore, at least that's how it used to be. He thought it was bad manners and therefore never did it in public, but well, maybe you secretly just wished that he would show his best side in your presence too and not just to stupid important people.

It didn't suit him. Well, at least from your point of view, it always sounded a bit strange and kind off forced to hear him swear when he hadn't done it for so long. Like he was trying to imitate someone. "You're sounding more and more like your father." You said quietly to yourself, averting your gaze from his hate-filled eyes.

That seemed to cheer him up. "Well, thank you, my dear. Didn't realize you knew so much about him." He said and became curious. He couldn't remember telling you about him. He certainly mentioned him a couple times, but not that much that you could draw that comparison.

It wasn't a compliment. You opened the bottom drawer to pull out the box of pearl earrings and necklace after you finished doing your hair. "I don't know that much. Tigris has only told me a few things from time to time, and that's it."

He hummed as he just shook off his right sleeve a little to look at his watch. "Did she." he replied with his head somewhere else as he abruptly changed the subject to be able to talk about his own interests. "Don't take too long. The Avox should have the car ready by now, and I want to leave soon." He announced and stood up from his seat. He took the necklace from your hand and placed it on your free neck before gracefully pulling the clasp. "What did I tell you, hm? Like a pretty princess." He said in good humor and gently held you by the chin to place a kiss on your lips. My pretty princess. All that's missing is her lonely tower. "I'll go down and see if everything is all right. Just come down when you're ready."

You tried to stay in a good mood too. "Okay, Coriolanus. I'll be right there." you told him, leaving his casual mention of your staff unmentioned. You got tired of talking about how your heart got heavy when you saw the silent workers.

At least you can treat them well while they are working us. Trust me, others would not grant them such luxury. With us, they are better off than most. After all, there is a reason why they are in the position they are now. What kind of luxury? Treating them like ordinary people should not be treated as such, and yet he was right once again. They would be worse off somewhere else, so you should be able to suck it up and do your best to at least give them the dignity of looking them in the eye and enduring their silent nature. After all, they had to do the same.

That's probably what he likes the most about them. You thought to yourself and were pretty sure that your fiancé would approve if you said just as little - to just open your mouth to say what he liked to hear, like a bird that he only let sing when it was his favorite song. Wouldn't he like that? Of course he would. Well, if he wants a quiet good girl then he can fuck off.

"You know, I noticed how you don't really call me Coryo anymore." He briefly stated and left open how he interpreted this.

You continued with your make-up. "Hm? Well, I think it just suits you better now, dear. You're not the same boy you used to be."

He begs to differ. "Don't be like that. I haven't changed that much. I'm still the same Coryo you fell in love with all those years ago." He laughed as he said goodbye to you with one last kiss on your head before leaving the room.

You just sat there with a heavy heart in your lonely room while staring at your silhouette in the mirror. That's what I've been trying to convince myself lately, too.

Thank goodness there's alcohol at these events. As someone who was born and raised in the Capitol and also came from a wealthy family, you were no stranger to popular events.

However, you definitely liked them more when they were considered parties and not some lame adult gathering. You'd give anything to hear the booming music from big speakers now while a few crazy, very drunk people hit the dance floor. It was chaotic, but at least it was real - people weren't hiding behind their pretty dresses and fake smiles like they are now. Whatever, you can't stop getting older, I guess. Maybe it would take a few more years for the Capitol to figure out a way around that, too, but by the time they did, it would have already lost its value.

You started listening again when your name was mentioned. "Now that you're engaged, I suppose the wedding isn't far off, huh?" Mrs. Valentius laughed merrily. If you remembered correctly, she was the wife of the man who had won some important literary prize or something last year. "And we all know that when marriage is near, children are not far away."

You laughed with her, albeit very uncomfortably. I'm not going to elaborate on that. You took another sip of your drink and saw how you just had a little bit left, same goes with your patience, too. I need more of both.

Your eyes looked up again when Coriolanus put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side. "Of course. The preparations are a little stressful even if they are going well, but who knows, maybe the first one will be there on our big day. What do you say, my dear?" He replied in your place with his disgustingly charming smile. I think I would like it if she was pregnant with my child on the day of the wedding. Would just have to make a few alterations to her dress, but that can easily be arranged.

Yes, you definitely needed a new drink. "Let's see, Coriolanus. Like you said, things are stressful enough right now, and I'm sure you don't want me to be any harder to handle than I already am, huh?" You joked around and laughed with the couple in front of you. I can't believe what kind of shit I'm saying about myself, but those are the only jokes these two douchebags are laughing at, and I really don't want to talk about this subject anymore. "I'm going to go and freshen up, if that's all right with you." You excuse yourself and make your way to the toilets, but not without grabbing a glass from a tray of a walking waiter.

You shut the door behind you and finally felt like you could breathe properly again since you were no longer surrounded by all these people. Could be worse. We didn't meet Pollux and his wife yet, but it's still pretty bad. "Oh, this is a nightmare." You said, leaning your arms on the sink. "Why don't you tell them when we're fucking so they know that the baby is in the making, huh? Ugh, since when did it become normal to get so personal?" You complained and swallowed the contents of your glass in one gulp, feeling it burn in your throat. It felt good.

You wanted to give yourself a few minutes alone to clear your head and come out re-energized, but the more time you spent in the room, the less you wanted to leave. You preferred to hear the voices muffled through the door, but this thought was interrupted when it opened, and you tried to act unruffled for a moment until you realized who was coming in. "Coriolanus? What are you doing here?" You asked nervously as you watched him enter. "This is a ladies' room, you can't be here!" You whispered aggressively as you stepped closer to him and saw him turn the lock behind his back. I should have fucking done that. My head is all fuzzy.

His eyebrows drew together in slight irritation. "Your breath reeks of alcohol. You've had too much to drink." He stated, making a mental note to pay more attention to your consumption next time so it wouldn't happen again. He ignored your earlier statement and continued. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick, or why have you been in here so long?" He asked you, slightly concerned, rubbing your arms as you seemed quite drunk

"No, I'm fine." You replied stubbornly, a little annoyed and couldn't quite find the right words, so you just said the first thing that came into your mind. "I just didn't like all this baby talk."

He hummed and continued to speak to you in a calm tone since you seemed upset. "Well, you know I want kids." He said, trying to be a little more understanding. "But I get why you would find it a bit intrusive. Don't let them get to you. That's just the way these people are." He finished, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Maybe, but that's not the way you have to be. You didn't expect him to apologize for his behavior, but it still didn't hurt any less. "I suppose you're right." You just whispered, trying not to get too emotional under the intoxication.

But you didn't manage to hide it from him. "Oh, my dear. Are you really that upset about it?" Your fiancé cooed as he saw you holding back from bursting into tears. He put his index finger to your chin and lifted your face so you couldn't hide from him. His lips moved to the spot where the first tear fell and left a soft kiss there. "You're too cute. It's really too bad that we still have to wait. A baby would certainly stop the questions, wouldn't it?" He asked you sweetly as he stroked your cheek thoughtfully and lied through his pearly white teeth. "A real shame it is. You should freshen up, I think we can leave a little early tonight since you're not feeling so well."

You just hated that he looked so pretty doing it.

[sadesluvr]

Guilty - William Afton x Reader

To be a lawyer is to adhere to a strict code of ethics.

A/N: Slight AU, but not really. This is kind of tame compared to other William fics I have planned, but I thought it’d be fun to make Reader more dominant and less innocent than usual! This has a bit of build up, but it pays off ofc ;) You can imagine William to be in his 40s/50s like he is in the movie, or 30s as he would’ve been during his killing spree.

Word count: 2.6K

Tags: SMUT / Age gaps (Reader is in her 20s) / Sexual tension / Hybristophilia / Power play (Kinda) / Fearplay (If you squint) / Clothed sex / Unprotected sex / Mutual consent / Dirty talk / Discussion of murder / Mentions of cheating

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was in a mess. A bunch of children had just gone missing - presumed dead - and there were even rumblings of a lawsuit from the victims’ families. It certainly wasn’t the case an up-and-coming lawyer usually received, but had the potential to be the one that cemented your career.

“I must say, I’m rather surprised you chose me to help you out,” you said to the man who was sitting at the table as you closed the door behind you. Your office was by no means large, but it was sizable enough to make you feel important.

“Why’s that?” He asked, cocking his head, his brows raising above the rims of his glasses. You’d done your pre reading; the man’s name was William Afton, a humble businessman who’d started the pizzeria and had come to you for help. He seemed well meaning enough.

“Well,” you began, adjusting your skirt as you sat down, “I’m not the typical face you’d imagine when picturing a bloodthirsty lawyer. Especially someone like you…”You said carefully. It was no secret that men either overlooked you, or went out of their way to hire you for your ‘assets’. “I find they’re usually set in their ways about having a woman deal with their issues,”

The man shrugged, a small smirk creeping to the side of his face. 

“Doesn’t bother me. I have a daughter of my own,”

“Oh,” you smiled, pushing your chair in as you fixed the paperwork around you. “Is she…?”

“She’s a little younger than you,” he said simply. “I make it a mission to practise what I preach at home,”

You smiled, and he smiled back, his skin wrinkling ever so slightly around his eyes and sides of his mouth. He was put together and certainly likeable; only driving you to want to help him out even more. you were quite comfortable, which was good as it was likely that the rest of the office, bar the receptionist and the interns, would file out over time, leaving you alone with him in your assigned wing.

“I suppose we should get started. First — Would you like a cup of coffee?”

/

“…In conclusion, I suggest you speak to this PR rep, he’s excellent,” you said, sliding a card across the table. “For now, our plan is to go ahead with the statement, and hold off on any retaliation,” you continued, making a few notes as you did. “Cooperate with the police, and let me handle things — But, if there’s anything I should know, it’s best you tell me…” you finished, looking up at him from across the table, your eyes meeting his own blue ones.

William smirked. His focus on the task had dwindled in and out over the past hour and a half, having watched the way you explained things with striking confidence, yet bit your pen childishly before writing things down. He couldn’t help but admire a woman with confidence, and it certainly helped that it wasn’t misplaced. You were good at your job. Perhaps too good.

He wondered how you’d ended up here. Young, attractive, yet closed off in a building with stuffy businessmen on a Friday night. You should’ve been at the club; dressed in your sluttiest attire, making out with random guys whilst you split Margaritas on yourself, eventually taking them back home and fucking their brains off. He wondered if you were the dominant or submissive type; if you liked to take charge and ride in cowgirl position, or into the classic missionary, arms above your head as you moan and whimper for more. You might’ve been good at your job, but it was impossible that you hadn’t fucked any of the seniors in the office during your time. 

More importantly, he wondered if you’d ever slept with your clients. After all, it wasn’t as if they were in his calibre; likely some shady businessmen who’d moved a few pots of money around, or middle-aged men moaning about real estate - none notable enough to ruin your reputation.

This was much different. Far different.

You didn’t know it, but you were face to face with a killer.

“Such as?” he hummed. Of course he knew what you meant, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“…Anything that could damage your validity should there be a trial,” you said, sitting back in your seat. “Forged bank documents, hoarding evidence, an admission of guilt…”

“You think I had something to do with it?”

You paused, somewhat taken aback by how abrupt he was. Usually people reacted dramatically to accusations (especially ones as callous as this), and yet he was eerily calm, barely even flinching at the mention. It intrigued you, but more disturbingly it made you horny.

“I never said that,” you shrugged, trying to compose yourself. “But, if you did, it could change this situation entirely. Your wife, your daughter - the public - will look at you very differently,”

William chuckled, his leg beginning to bounce in excitement. The mention of his family was quite the mood killer, and yet you acknowledging them turned him on. They weren’t really any more than tools to look like a convincing family-friendly businessman, and yet you seemingly bought into it. In terms of the public, well, he had a big ego for sure, but his libido was bigger. Throbbing, even.

“And what about you?” He said, leaning in and placing his hands under his chin, grinning at the way you shifted under his gaze. It was time to turn the tables.

“Excuse me?” you choked, an uncomfortable feeling beginning to churn in your stomach. There was something in the way that he smiled at you, like he was getting some kind of satisfaction from making you squirm. Perhaps you’d been wrong about him. Perhaps there was something deeper. 

“Will you look at me any differently?” he insisted. You paused for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Absolutely not, Mr Afton. It’s my duty to be impartial,”

So prim and proper. It was time to blur the boundaries.

“Tch,” he scoffed before bursting into laughter. “Come on! That’s what they all say. It’s human nature to judge,”

You rolled your eyes, tossing your leg over the other as you began to drum your fingertips on your desk impatiently. This was usually the part where whoever you were talking to stopped to talk down to you. William could tell you were agitated, and he loved the way your brows were beginning to furrow and lips scrunch into a pout. He wondered how they tasted. Much more how they felt.

“It’s also human nature to feel discomfort when running over time,” you snapped, closing your files with haste. “This session is over, Mr Afton,”

So feisty. Repression had clearly done a number on you.

It was a blatant sign for him to move on, and yet he remained firmly in his seat, watching as you got up to put your files away, skirt slightly crumpled around your legs from how long you’d been sitting. You noticed this and pulled it down, turning to face the man yet again and leaning over the table, palms flat as you rested your hands on either side. 

You were rather close to him, and if anyone walked in it would seem sketchy. It didn’t help that he was quite handsome; with rugged yet refined features, a slowly greying goatee and bright eyes that were somewhat hidden by his large glasses. The longer that you stared at him, the more you felt weakened under his gaze.

“Can I help you, Mr Afton?”

“You can,” he said, and you raised a brow for him to continue. He felt his cock begin to harden and heart beat as he worked his way up to the moment. Yes, you were a lawyer, but the circumstances meant that you were game to react rather abruptly.

A killer and a lawyer in an empty wing, just after hours - doors shut with no one to hear a scream? It was the perfect scenario for a crime.

“I have something to declare…” he began, and he could barely contain his smile as you raised your brows, mouth slowly falling agape and body subtly recoiling. As if in a trance, you lowered your head further, the eye contact so intense that you could feel a tingle throughout each others’ bodies. You were 90% certain he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

“…Go on,”

“I think you know what it is,” 

With a slow blink, as you tried to ground yourself. You could’ve vomited. In your eyes, murder was a grey area in the realm of self defence, but children were always off limits. 

He didn’t even seem to care. He seemed amused, actually. 

“O-Okay,” you whispered, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll have to revisit this with fresh eyes in the morning —“

You were so painfully uncomfortable, and yet part of you was aroused. Perhaps it was because you’d never encountered an actual killer, or it was because you were incredibly aware of the blatant fantasy being played out from both sides. He was a wolf; a hunter, bigger and stronger than you and waiting to ravish you like prey. 

You were dedicated to holding up the law, fighting for what was fair like a good girl, but sometimes good girls needed to be ravished.

“— What do you think, Miss L/N?” he teased, standing up to match you. “Am I a dead man?”

“No…” you whispered. “I’m going to do what I can…”

“Good,” he smiled, backing away from the desk, the outline of his bulge illuminated from the dimming lights. “That’s why I chose you,”

You gave an awkward nod, haphazardly rushing to hold the door open for him to leave. You held your head down as he passed, and squeezed your eyes shut as you realised he’d stopped in front of you. 

Your bodies were painfully close in the tiny doorway. William grinned, and he knew he had you from the moment you looked up at him through your lashes.

“…Are you going to kill me?”

“Not unless you want me to,”

Your lips were on each other in a heartbeat, your hands immediately finding the door and slamming it shut before focusing your attention on the killer at your feet. He wasted no time in effortlessly hoisting you up around his waist, his large hands firm on your hips and thighs as he held you steady, stumbling to find your desk. You returned the favour by holding onto his neck and beginning to grind yourself against his cock, your skirt riding up in the process.

“I bet you’re real happy I walked through those doors, aren’t you?” He teased. “How long have you been waiting for a fucked up guy like me, hmm?” he said, crudely sticking his fingers inside your panties as he placed you on the desk. He grunted at the sensation of your wet heat, hungry as he stuck a third finger inside without warning or hesitation. They were lithe and calloused, and seemed to hit your core immediately upon penetration, causing you to let out a moan. 

“I never –” you began, barely unable to form a sentence. “This is nothing —” you insisted, lips leaving his own as you began to fumble with his belt, cupping him through his pants. He was painfully hard. And big. Bigger than most guys your age. “— Just a formality,”

William scoffed, unable to hide his lascivious smile as he began pumping in and out of you, your lips swallowing him to just below his knuckles. Against the creaking of the desk and desperate pants you could hear the wet sound of your juices coating his fingers, sticky and copious as his motions continued; rough yet controlled. 

To think, they were the same hands that had murdered all those kids…

You’d taken out his cock now and was massaging the organ in your hands, causing him to hollow out his cheeks, sighing at the contact. It was over five inches, and considerably thick, with a long blue vein running along its underside. As you stroked him, a healthy secretion of precum coated your fingers, indirectly lubing him up further. His thrusts were lazy but needy as he fucked your hand, and with every movement you worked together to guide his cock to your entrance, his bulging tip teasing your folds.

“Fuck,” he whispered, throwing his head back. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Naughty girl, you know this goes against your ‘ethics’...” he teased again, and you could barely formulate an answer as his body was now almost completely on top of yours, your back arching as you stabilised yourself with your free hand on the desk.

He chuckled, reaching down to grip the base of his cock as he lined himself at your entrance. For a moment your hands touched, and the excessive hairs and slight wrinkles reminded you of just how much older he was.

“Fuck ethics,” you moaned, and his grin deepened, to the point he was baring teeth. You couldn’t take it anymore, and you were beginning to lose your grip on your panties as you held them to the side.

Next time he should just rip them off.

“William…” you moaned. “Please…”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he laughed, and thrust himself into you, rutting into you like a rabbit. To him the sensation was euphoric, it had been a long time since he’d fucked a fresh pussy, and admittedly his wife was getting rather stale. You were so tight and melded perfectly around him, but most of all you were eager, even if your morals were blatantly backwards. 

William’s cock filled you completely, repeatedly hitting the untouched crevices of your cunt that you hadn’t even known existed. He was big, skilled and oh-so painfully perfect - Perfectly bad for you. You could get disbarred, your public reputation ruined, much like the narrative of the man inside you - but with every thrust that drew deeper into your pussy and lustful kiss to your neck and lips none of it seemed to matter. His large hands cupped your sides, moving between your breasts and thighs as he groped and massaged; most importantly making sure that you remained spread wide and available for him as his clothed thighs hit against yours repeatedly. You were high; so high that you barely acknowledged the wedding ring on his left finger, even if you could feel it through the thin material of your blouse.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted. “I haven’t fucked a pussy like this in ages. You and I are gonna make such a good team — Ugh — I knew there was a reason I chose you…”

“Fuck…” you groaned. “W-William…”

“Does it bother you that I hurt those kids?” he snarled, beginning to feel his stomach knot up. 

You were too lost in your ecstasy to answer. 

Did it?

“…Tut, tut. You said you wouldn’t judge me, sweetheart,” he chided. “We were getting along so well…”

“We are. I’m gonna help you,” you said determinedly, eyes unable to shift from his own. You were close.

“I know you are,” he hummed, letting out an intermittent groan as he shut his eyes. “You have no choice. You’re just as guilty as me,”

There was something about those words that immediately sent you over the edge, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a pornographic moan as you came, your body twinging as the man held your thighs apart, making sure you felt every inch of your shared ecstasy. William had barely found it in him to pull out on time, his heavy load painting a mess on your panties and thighs, but leaving a small trail of cum along the outer lips of your pussy, a subtle but telling reminder of what had happened.

Fixing your crumpled shirt and skirt, you adjusted yourself before hopping off of the desk, hands clasped in front of you. 

“So,” you said, clearing your throat. You were surprised it wasn’t sore from your incessant moans. “I’d like to see you at the same time tomorrow. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

@yellowbunnydreams @lonelyaxolotl13

[neoyuno]

all-nighter | j.jh (M)

As your newly-dating boyfriend works on his new app, you decide to take care of him when he tries to pull an all-nighter.

Or, Jaehyun is finally ready to fulfill all of his fantasies.

Pairing | Nerd!Jaehyun ♡ BadGirl!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut [ brief shower action, fingering, riding, oral (both), brief 69, subby!jaehyun, dom!reader, protected sex, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praising, a little surprise at the end ♥︎ ]

Word Count | 5k

Reading time | 25 minutes

Warnings | usage of curse words, explicit descriptions of sex, afab reader, not proof-read. lmk if I missed anything.

Notes | It’s finally here! After so long, pretty boy Jaehyun is back :) Happy Valentine’s Day, Valentines! I hope you like this one. ♥︎ Can be read as a stand-alone, or you can read Pretty Boy here!

A strong wind ruffled your hair as you pushed past the library’s doors. It was close to 9PM and you looked for your boyfriend after your last lecture of the day.

It had been, approximately, 3 months since your first intimate encounter with the man. The promise of a further adventure still on the table. Given the nature of the man, you wanted to take things slow, going at his pace without pressuring him into anything. He did seem to be ready, but you wanted it to be special—for the both of you.

The dimpled guy had been nothing but the sweetest these past couple of months, his bashfulness didn’t seem to fade away though. Not that you complained about it, the sight of his pink cheeks and glossy eyes only made you fall for him further. To be honest, you were completely in love with him—and you were sure he felt the same.

The lady in the front desk greeted you and told you they were closing in an hour. Taking a small tupperware out of your bag, you placed it on the counter. A piece of cake inside for the lady that always makes conversation with you when you come looking for your boyfriend everyday. She smiled at you and thanked you for the treat.

“You mentioned you like this kind of cake so I brought you some.” You smiled. “I’ll be out in like 10 minutes, I’m here to make sure Jaehyun hasn’t been absorbed by the computers.” She chuckled and directed you to where he was.

“Well, in that case, he is in the private computer rooms upstairs. Room 4.” She smiled at you. “Here’s a key, pretty sure he will not be hearing you knock.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Garcia.” You waved at her and made way to the private room section of the library.

You knocked on the door, and just as she had said, no one answered. Smiling, you opened the door to see your boyfriend deeply concentrated on his screen, a bunch of weird codes displayed on a window and a preview displayed on his iPad.

Jaehyun jumped in his seat when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder.

“Oh my-“ he turned around and as soon as he saw your face, he relaxed. “You scared me…” he whispered.

“Oh, I am sorry, baby.” You cooed and cupped his face, squishing his cheeks, while straddling his lap. “How’s my pretty boy doing?” You kissed his lips softly a couple of times, making him blush, yet his hands cupped your ass.

“I-I’m okay, I am working on my app.” You pecked his lips again as you watch his skin turn pink. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, baby. But we need to go.” You said. “The library is closing soon and you need to rest a bit.”

“But I am not done yet.” He tried looking back at the screen but your hand on his jaw prevented him from doing so.

“You can finish tomorrow. Now, let’s go home, pretty boy. Let me take care of you.” He started talking again, so you pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll drive you home and I’ll make you a nice meal.”

“Just ten more-“

You cut him off with a kiss again, this seemed to be the most successful way to shut him up.

“And then we can take a shower together,” he hummed against your lips, interested in your last statement. “Then we can do a lot more…”

“Like what?” He whispered.

The grip he has on your bottom got stronger, as he practically squeezed the soft mounds. The sudden boost of confidence surprised you, making you wet nonetheless.

“I dont know… what do you want to do?” A smirk forming on your face.

His lips touched your jaw ever so softly and your eyes almost bulged out of your face. It wasn’t something outrageous but he barely ever even kissed you normally. He would rather hide under his sheets, blushing like crazy, than outright tell you he wants to make out.

“There’s this movie that just came out. It’s a romcom, I’m sure you’ll like it too.” He suggested and smiled cutely.

At this point, you were too soft for his dimples that you couldn’t even suggest something naughtier. You loved seeing him happy. The lamest things made him happy and therefore it made you happy.

“A movie sounds great, baby.” You kissed his lips softly and removed yourself from his lap. “Now, let’s go so Mrs. Garcia can go home.”

“So, how’s your app going, baby?” You asked and opened the door to his apartment, which he held for you to get in so he could follow after.

The scent of his home was absolutely heavenly. Soft and manly. Discarding of you shoes, you reached to hold his laptop and tablet to place them on his desk. He whispered a small ‘thank you, baby.’ that made you heart beat at a hundred miles an hour.

“The app is almost done.” He smiled proudly. “It should be up for download by the end of the month. I hope it does well.”

“Of course it will do well, pretty boy. You made it, so I am sure it is great!” You assured him. “And if I have to, I will purchase a million devices so I can download it in all of them.”

The sudden pull of your waist by his arm made you gasp softly. Not expecting him to be this affectionate, you were not quite sure how to react other than by snuggling into his chest as it hit your back.

“Thank you, baby.” His lips ghosted over the crook of your neck and you could’ve just faint right there.

Truth is, he also felt the same way. Your words of encouragement and the silly idea of buying a million devices for the sake of his success made him feel elated. Absolutely enamored by you. Thoughts of you flooded his mind and he didn’t mind it, all he wanted was to hold you close and never let go of you—he was deeply in love.

“Do you want to shower first, baby?” You needed him, all of him this time.

“Sounds good, beautiful.” The word rolling from his tongue was so sexy. His voice drove you insane, it was low and deep while still holding that hint of timidity.

You could definitely get used to him being a bit more straightforward and affectionate.

“Let’s go then, pretty boy.”

Soft delicate hands helped the man discard of his clothes, he loved the feeling of your hands on his body. Although, he would never say out out loud.

He knew what was going to happen in the shower (or at least he hoped it was what he thought), and he was very much looking forward to it. His dreams were always filled with images of you—some innocent and some not so much. Often, he would find himself wandering around explicit thoughts of you: you on your knees and choking on his dick, you riding his face, his fingers deep inside you as you screamed his name, you on your knees and elbows, pretty ass parading for him as he fucked you dumb, and the most popular thought of his—you bouncing on his lap taking all of him as he watched your pretty face and pretty tits jiggle.

Of course, he never found the words to ask for all of his fantasies. The fact that you worshipped his cock and often pointed out how big he was, made his confidence boost a little. But it wasn’t enough to outright ask you to ride his face or bend you over. As a matter of fact, his cock still didn’t have the privilege to explore the crevices that his fingers had.

Ever since he became your boyfriend, he had done countless of research of ways to pleasure you. Wanting nothing more than to give you as much as you gave him. At this point he should be an expert, but how could he be one if he never put it to practice. He tried many times, in his head, but once he wanted to apply it… it never came out the way he wanted too. His bashfulness always won.

“Let me help you…” he offered quietly when he saw you removing your shirt.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him. While you do enjoy him being submissive (he does too) you didn’t mind him being a little more responsive.

“You’re so pretty.” The way his voice resonated in the softest way possible, clenched your heart. He had told you this countless of times but it never failed to make you feel special.

Feeling his lips on your collarbone, caused a moan to leave your lips, his own curving up in a small smile at the reaction.

Jaehyun’s hands traveled down the curves of your body to undo the zipper of your short skirt and let it fall around your feet. Curving his palms, he cupped your soft bottom, bringing you closer to his naked body as you held unto his biceps.

Not so sure what was happening, but you were having the time of your life being touched by him. The man’s hands touched you with such delicacy that it almost felt like feathers brushing against your skin.

“Are you okay?” You asked, curious of his behavior.

“I’m okay.” He smiled. “I just want you to feel good, too.”

“I always feel good, baby.”

“I know, but I want to make you feel good myself.” You lips joined as you stumbled into the shower once he removed your underwear.

“Yeah?” The cool water splashed on you bodies, dampening his hair and yours.

He merely hummed against your lips, before cupping your face to stroke your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Come here, let me wash you hair.” His fingers ran through your hair, massaging your scalp as he washed away any oils. Jaehyun kept all of your favorite care items in his house for you, as he liked having you over often.

Closing your eyes, you stood there taking in his care. It was you who was supposed to be taking care of him, but he wanted to return the favor as he had promised the first night. Not only sexually, but also romantically. His heart fluttered whenever you were with him, the way you treated him was heart filling—even his friends started envying the way you treated him, but they couldn’t agree more that he deserved it.

The water washed away the soapy bubbles from your hair and you turned around to face him, grabbing the bottle of his shampoo and smiling at him once he bowed his head so you could reach.

“You look cute.” You giggled and spiked his hair. “Such a pretty boy.”

“Stop…” he blushed but still giggled with you.

Jaehyun stepped under the shower, the suds washing down his body and you couldn’t help but follow their path. From his head to his collarbones, to his abs and down his legs—where, of course, you stared at. He grew shy under your gaze, but he couldn’t help himself from pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered and placed his thumb across your bottom lip before kissing you once more.

Kissing him always felt nice, it made you feel a million butterflies in your tummy. He kissed you with such delicacy no one had ever given you before.

“Oh, someone’s excited.” You giggled against his lips when you felt something poke your thigh.

“I- uh- I’m sorry…” his cheeks painted a deep pink and his eyes shut as he stopped kissing you.

“Hey, don’t act all shy now.” You smooched his lips a couple of times until he was smiling. “Let me help you with that, baby.”

He kept you in place, against the shower wall, once you were about to kneel in order to suck him off. Jaehyun shook his head when he saw your confused face.

“Not like that…” his lips kissed your neck and his hands travelled down your body.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

“I can’t say it…” he confessed bashfully against your neck.

Giggling, you stroked his back softly. “Do you want me to give you a handjob?” He shook his head.

“My boobs?” He shook his head again. “Do- do you want to go all the way?” He nodded and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Okay.”

Guiding his hand with yours, you led it to your pelvic area, his fingers brushing past your clit making you gasp softly.

“I don’t think I can’t take you without prep, baby.” You said and he stared at you intently. “Can you help me get ready for you?”

Your eyes shut when you felt his fingers moving. His slender finger brushed past your lower lips and teased your entrance. It was quite surprising he knew what to do—but then again, you didn’t know all the hours of research he had gone through.

“Fuck…” you exhales sharply as his middle finger teased a specific part of sensitive skin near your entrance.

“C-can I?” He asked and you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

That’s when his finger dipped inside. Your hands reached out to grab at his shoulders to keep you balanced, the feeling of his finger deep inside you was already so much.

“Oh my God!” You gasped once more after his finger curled, pressing your g-spot.

“Is that good?” He asked, eyelids low and irises deeply concentrated in your face.

“Yes- please, more…” your eyes moved to look at him and you were met with his eyes intently staring at you. “I don’t- oh fuck!”

Your sentence was cut short as you felt him add another finger, his pace now quicker and finger pads curling which each pump. Just as you were about to talk again, his lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss.

Jaehyun kissed you eagerly, a little too excited for the things that were happening—and the ones that would unfold later.

“Baby,” you groaned and he hummed. “You’re so good at that, I don’t think-” you gasped once more as his thumb circled at your sensitive clit.

Your eyes were blown open and mouth agape as you turned to look at him, his chest and cheeks were a deep shade of pink and you could notice his heavy breathing—he was turned on.

“How about we move this to your bed, sweetie?” Your hand reached out to stroke his rock hard cock, a gasp leaving his lips almost instantly.

“Okay,” his shaking breath made you smirk as you pushed him back.

Jaehyun stumbled backwards as you lead him back into the bedroom, you lips still permanently sucking on his. Usually, he would mind the mess the water dripping down your bodies made, but he was far too excited to care.

“I can’t wait to have this pretty cock inside me, baby.” You stroked him again, making him hiss as his bottom touched the mattess beneath him—your naked body falling on his.

You bit his chin and sat up on his abs, he couldn’t help but stare at your wet pussy touching his skin. He was absolutely mesmerized, his dirtiest fantasies were unfolding right in front of him. Jaehyun’s hand subconsciously reached to squeeze your ass, making you gasp softly.

“Do you like this?” You asked when his breath hitched at the sudden move of your hips, your pussy glading over his abs. “Do you like me riding your abs?” he bit his lip.

“Aren’t you a dirty boy…” clicking your tongue, you removed yourself from him and turned your back to him before straddling his body again. Your pussy now in complete display and just mere inches away from his face. “God, I love sucking this pretty cock.” You said and licked up his shaft.

The man tensed up beneath you, struggling to keeping himself from pulling your ass down and devouring you.

“Fuck,” he let out a shaky moan when your mouth sucked on his cock, but the sudden clench of your pussy caught his attention. Sucking him off did turn you on. “Just like that…” his thoughts were short lived when his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Hnng-“ Jaehyun whined when your mouth suddenly left his skin. “No-“

“No what, baby?” You couldn’t see his face, but his eyebrows knitted up as he debated whether to pull you down or not.

This was his time to shine. The time to finally do what he’s been wanting to do. Jaehyun wanted nothing less than suffocating on your pussy as your plush thighs hugged his head.

“Cat ate- fuck!” You gasped loudly as the man beneath you grabbed your hips sternly and pulled you down. His tongue sloppily made out with your wet core and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as your chest heaved out heavy breaths.

“Oh, baby… you’re so good at that.” His teeth grazed your clit softly and it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The sound that left your lips was a sound Jaehyun quickly got addicted to.

He could definitely get used to hearing those pretty moans as he pleasured you as if that was his sole purpose on the u universe. You could feel his warm tongue lapping your folds and alternating to kitty lick your clit and entrance. The sensation of his teeth slightly grazing your bud added a new thrill that you had never experienced before.

Although he was the least experienced man you’ve been with, he was definitely the best at making a meal out of you. He wasn’t rushing to get your orgasm out of the way and seek his, but because he was hungry and eager to please you.

“Jaehyun…” moans turned into slurred whines of his name as your orgasm approached, but he stopped right then, kissing your pussy once before moving you off his face.

“Where did you learn that, pretty boy? Hmm?” You questioned, feeling strange at the submissive headspace you were in for a mere second. “What makes you think you can just stop when I’m about to cum?”

He felt the mattress dip as you moved around to straddle him like you did originally. This time, your breasts joined the skin of his chest as you leaned forward to suck at his thick neck.

“Are you just eager to try this pussy?” You asked and he moaned softly, making a smile form across your face. “Is that what you want, baby? Will you let me ruin this pretty cock?” You licked up his throat and bit his chin.

“This pretty cock will never be satisfied by no one other than me. You got that, pretty boy?” He nodded slowly and stared as he waited for you to kiss him. Your lips ghosted over the skin around his lips, teasing, but never making contact with his lips.

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Your fingers ran down his body, his skin so soft to the touch that you could swear it would’ve melted under your touch.

Your hand slid slowly from his shoulder to his pecs, which you teased by pinching his pretty nipples. Jaehyun struggled to keep his eyes open and mouth shut at the feeling, his mouth fell open and soft whimpers left his throat as your hands teased down his abs, where you could feel your wetness from earlier.

With your middle finger, you swiped the clear glistening substance and reached to his lips—the man didn’t waste any time before he was already sucking your finger dry, humming at the taste.

“God, you are hot.” You groaned as he looked up at you with the cutest pleading eyes as his cheeks hollowed around your finger. “Open your mouth, Angel…”

He obliged and you smirked.

“Stick your tongue out.”

A small moan resonated from the man as he did what you said. Grabbing his jaw, you kept his face in place as you lowered your own face close to his. Your tongue sticking out to lick his quickly before sucking it as you would with his dick.

Jaehyun exhaled heavily and his body laid limp on the mattress as you kept doing your work on his tongue. Who would’ve though such an impish action would feel like heaven on Earth.

“Please…” he mumbled while moving his hands to caress your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

“You can’t wait any longer, baby?” You whispered and he shook his head soflty. A smile broke on your face, feeling soft for the boy who stared at you with stars in his eyes.

“Let me get a condom…” kissing his lips one last time, you left the bed to find a condom on his drawers.

Jaehyun’s mind and heart were rushing at a million miles per hour. He had been waiting for this moment to come, he knew it would eventually happen, but he never it would happen with someone like you. As you moved back to the bed, he laid there propped up on his elbows.

“Are you sure you want to do this right now, baby?” You asked sweetly, genuinely concerned about him once you glanced over and saw him fidgeting.

“Yes, I’m just a bit nervous.” He shyly admitted.

“I’ll take it slow, okay?” Your lips touched his in a sweet peck. “If you want me to stop at any time, tell me and will stop.”

“Okay…” his voice trembled when your hand slowly rolled down the condom over his length.

“Relax, love…” voice soft, you instructed him to breathe deeply. “You already feel so good, baby.”

A soft moan left his plush lips and his eyebrows knitted up when he felt the tip of his cock glide over your wet folds. The quiet sound turned into a loud whine as you finally sunk down his cock painfully slow.

“Ah- I- Oh my God!” Jaehyun whined and his chest heaved with heavy breaths. Shutting his eyes and opening them again, he was greeted with the prettiest sight ever.

There you were, eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, mouth slightly open, and quiet curses leaving your pretty lips. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight.

“I don’t think I will last long tonight, baby.” You whispered. “I’m not even halfway down and you already fill me up so good.”

Between heavy breaths, Jaehyun stared at the spot where your pussy met his cock. He stared intently as less and less of his latex covered skin could be seen, yours stretching visibly as you sunk further down.

“Oh fuck…” you felt lightheaded. His cock fit beyond perfectly inside you, his tip pressing on that sweet spot so deliciously that you knew you would cum before he did if you didn’t control yourself. “Are you okay, angel?”

“Ye- oh- you feel so warm, oh my- fuck!” Borderline drooling, Jaehyun could only mumble and moan deeply as your warm center engulfed him tightly.

“Oh Jae, you feel so good, baby.” Your nails clawed at the skin of his chest softly as you fell forward.

Jaehyun’s breath hitched when he felt the soft skin of your breasts softly grazing his lips, after a moan left his lips when you rocked your hips rather harshly down his cock, he took the chance to suck on the pretty hardened buds.

“Mmm, fuck- I love your cock so much, pretty boy.” You groaned, growing frustrated at the rising pain in your legs as you tried to keep riding him.

Growing needy and hungry for the man under you, you left a loud moan before collapsing unto his chest. Your cheek was pressed against his shoulder and his hands moved to caress your body in a feathery touch. Your hips only moved in circled now as you tried regaining the strength in your thighs and calves.

“You feel so good, baby… please keep going…” he breathed out, swearing he would pass out at any given moment.

“So fucking big,” you whined, the circular motions only adding to your sensitivity and need to release. The feeling of his big cock stretching you out and his pretty moans and whines was driving you to a state of stupidity.

Halting the movements of your hips for a bit, you let yourself rest to regain the strength in your thighs, the man under you clearly frustrated at the action as he let out a whine and desperately groped at your hips to move you just a little. It was good enough to sorta soothe the growing ache for your wet centre.

“So desperate for this pussy, aren’t you, pretty baby?” You taunted, teeth sinking on the skin of his neck as a strained moan left his lips at the sharp feeling.

“Please…” his voice was now reduced to merely a rasped whisper. Lifting your head, your eyes diverted to his face, his pretty eyes were shut closed and his thick eyebrow met in the middle of his forehead while they furrowed.

Jaehyun’s cheeks tinted pink and lips hung open, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead and chest heaving.

“So fucking pretty,” your hand clawed at his jaw, grabbing it firmly and making him yelp softly. The sight of such a beautiful man absolutely wrecked by you was bringing out another side of you that had been suppressed for a long time. “You want me to move? Beg for it, pretty boy.”

Just as the words left your lips he opened his eyes wide in shock at the sound of your sultry voice. He caught your eyes preying down on him in a dark gaze, making him shudder.

“Please, ______,” Jaehyun let out a pathetic breath.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I need you…”

“You need me? I’m already here, love…” you smirked, not satisfied with his answer.

Jaehyun shook his head despairingly and moaned when you clenched your walls to tease him.

“I need your pussy, baby, please move!” He whined, tears already falling down his cheeks.

“Oh yeah? You need it?” You questioned and he whined out a ‘yes’.

The smirk on your face only grew wider as you slouched down to wipe his tears with your tongue before dipping it into his mouth and letting the salty taste invade his tastebuds. He couldn’t help but whimper at such a move.

“Good boy,” sitting back up, you used your hands to lean back on his thighs and keep yourself steady.

“F-fuck…” he gasped when your hips resumed their movement. “Mmm, ri-right t-there…”

“Look at you, Jae…” your hips moved frantically when you noticed that the quick pace made his moans louder and his breaths quicker. “So pussy-drunk, aren’t we, angel?”

“S’fuckin’good, baby…” his words, now mumbled, were consumed by his lazy and dragged out moans.

You were sure that Taeyong would scold you the next day for keeping him awake if he wasn’t out of town. Jaehyun’s moans were surely loud enough to echo in the eldest’s apartment.

“Oh, Jaehyun… you’re making me feel so good.” You praised. While you were doing all the work, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim by him was rewarding enough.

“O-oh, I’m gonna-“ you moved your hands from behind you to lay of his chest, slightly crouching on top of him to snap your hips down his length sharply.

The first plunge almost knocked the air out of your lungs, the head if his cock hitting your g-spot deliciously.

“Cum for me, angel. Cum inside me, pretty bo-y.” Your voice halted for a second as you felt your orgasm building up. “I want you to fill me up, baby.”

The words leaving your mouth only rung in his ears, the though of filling you up with his cum driving him insane and fueling his body with nothing but lust.

Jaehyun held unto his orgasm, wanting you to come undone first, until he felt your soft lips on his. Your tongue played with his as loud groans left his throat and were swallowed up by your mouth.

You whined against his tongue when his warm release painted the latex that blocked his skin from your tight walls white as his climax washed over like a tidal wave. Jaehyun’s hearing stopped for a bit as he relinquished in the most exquisite feeling ever.

“F-fuck, Jae…” you cried out as your walls contracted around his girth, triggering your own climax and making you collapse on too him.

Loud moans harmonized with his deep groans as you both laid there coming down from the little heaven you shortly ascended to. You felt strong arms wrap around your shaking body and shaky hands caress your back.

“Thank you, baby.” You heard Jaehyun breath out, making you giggle. Of course he would thank you…

“I should thank you. I have never been stuffed so good in my life.” Now, it was his turn to giggle. His lips pressed a soft kiss on top of your head and you couldn’t help but smile.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, just the muted sound of the A/C and your breaths filling up the space. The alarm clock on his bedside table now reading 1:00 AM.

“Did you feel good, angel?” You asked after he sighed, a bit scared that he would regret letting you take his virginity.

“So good… I thought I was in heaven for a while there.” Jaehyun moved his head to kiss your lips chastely a couple of times, before lowering his voice and smirking. “How about next time I let my baby rest and fuck her good into the mattress?”

Your whole body shuddered at such a thing coming out of his mouth in such a sensual voice. You had created a monster, he had came not even five minutes ago before he was already voicing out what he had been thinking about all this time. Who knew fucking him would unleash such a fiend but you were surely in for a fucking treat.

NEOYUNO 2023

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synopsis: you pick up drunk bsf!hoon and take care of him

tags/warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, implied nonidol/college au, swearing, alcohol (reader is sober but hoon is super drunk), you sleep in his bed but no smut, unedited and written in half an hour, one piss pick-up line lmao, gn reader

wc: 1.2k

a/n: idk what drunk people are like lol so mb if this is inaccurate also i might write a pt2 to this if people want because i feel like i ended it badly

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it’s past midnight when your phone rings. you twist over in your chair to silence it before you realize it’s jake. you slowly slide to accept the call, but before you can ask why he’s calling at this hour, he interrupts.

“hey, y/n, can you pick up sunghoon? he’s fucking wasted,” he says, voice slightly slurred and muffled by obnoxious screaming noises and some unintelligible, over-produced rave music.

you take a deep breath and check your clock. “jake,” you sigh. “it’s one in the morning. you can’t just take him when you leave?”

he laughs in response. “nah, he wants to go right now, and i’m having fun. plus he keeps talking about you— see?” you hear a rustle as jake presumably hands the phone off to sunghoon. your brows raise at his casual statement— sunghoon’s talking about you?

your thoughts are interrupted by sunghoon’s whines. “y/nnniee, are you here yet? i’m sleepyyy,” he babbles, and you can hear the pout in his voice— it seems that even when he’s drunk out of his mind, he still has a taste for the dramatics.

“alright alright,” you grumble. “i’m on my way. send me your location.”

it doesn’t take long after you hang up for you to pull on the hoodie closest to you and grab your keys, heading to the address jake sent you.

you spot sunghoon right away when you roll up to the front of the parking lot. he’s swaying in the breeze, face flushed and eyes closed. rolling down your windows, you call out to him.

“sunghoon! i’m here.”

his eyes open, and a smile creeps across his face. he stumbles to your car, and you reach over to open the passenger door for him. he trips into the car while his smile gets even bigger, dimple popping out.

“y/nnniee, you came,” he slurs.

“of course i did,” you say, keeping your eyes forward.

you notice that even drunk, sweaty, and tired, sunghoon looks ethereal. but you swallow those thoughts down before allowing them to fester and make sure he’s properly buckled in before you start to drive. he’s completely out of it, but thankfully you’ve been to his apartment so many times you don’t need directions.

throughout the short drive, sunghoon stays quiet. when you pause at a stop light, however, he decides to open his big mouth.

“are you pee?” his lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“what?” you squint at him.

“because urine my heart,” he giggles.

your jaw drops while you blink slowly. jake is going to owe you bigtime for this

“you should not be allowed within five feet of any kind of intoxicating substance,” you reply with.

finally arriving in his apartment complex’s parking lot, you realize he’s not going to be capable of moving on his own. you drag him up from his spot in the passenger seat, and he drapes his body over your back, wrapping his arms around your waist for support and settling his head on top of yours. you ignore how domestic this all seems and the funny feeling in your stomach, and focus on getting him inside.

he drags his feet behind you, and you slowly pull him into the building and into the elevator, after you punch in the code. once you get inside and hit the button to his floor, you loosen up a bit. you can feel him relax too.

he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his soft breathing fan across your collarbone.

“comfy, sunghoon?”

he nods into your shoulder, pulling you tighter.

you finally reach his floor, and pull him to the door. you take out your copy of his key, click open the lock, and drag him inside.

he crumples on his couch immediately. “wanna… go to sleep,” he mumbles. he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “take care of me?”

oh, you were going to kill jake tomorrow. but how could you deny sunghoon’s cute request in his alcohol-induced state?

you pull him up from the couch and lead him to his bathroom. then, you wet his toothbrush and line it with toothpaste, back against the sink counter and using one hand to tap the brush to his lips. the other hand rests on the side of his face, keeping his head from flopping to the side. sunghoon leans forward, an arm on either side of you, resting on the counter. after you finish brushing his teeth for him, you lean out of the way so he can messily wash the toothpaste out of his mouth. you soothingly run a hand down his arm. “there you go, good job”.

his dimples pop out again at your remark, and you notice a touch of toothpaste on the side of his mouth that it seems he missed. you gently swipe the corner of his lip and it disappears. his smile gets bigger.

“cmon, let’s get you to bed,” you say while leading him to his bedroom. he flops down on his bed while you pull out a soft hoodie and some old shorts from his closet. you toss them down on his bed and tell him to change out of his gross clubbing clothes.

“i won’t look, don’t worry,” you leave his room to grab him some water and ibuprofen for tomorrow morning before he gets the chance to protest.

once you grab the medicine from his cupboard and a bottle of water, you head back inside sunghoon’s room. he’s sprawled across his bed, eyes closed laying on top of the covers. you place the stuff on his night table and carefully tuck him in, watching as he snuggles into the blankets. you brush his hair out of his eyes, and whisper, “goodnight, hoon”. you stand up, ready to finally head back to your place, but before you get far he grabs your wrist.

“y/n… don’t go”. his voice is so quiet that you can barely make out his words. you freeze at his words, and his grip around your wrist tightens, and he pulls you in closer.

“please stay,” he whimpers. you’re practically on top of him, with how close he’s holding you. you don’t have any other option but to stay, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

“okay,” you murmur.

at your words, he tugs you into his bed and pulls you on top of him, and your body starts to betray you as you feel your heart begin to race.

he flips onto his side and drags you closer to him, wrapping strong arms around you.

“y/nie,” he mumbles. you feel your breath catch in your throat.

“yeah?”

“i love you, y/n.”

before you can formulate a response, he shifts forward ever-so-slightly to press a gentle kiss onto your forehead. you melt into him for a moment before pulling away.

“you’re drunk.”

you really can’t control how fast your heart is beating now. you’re sure he can feel it.

“i’m sober now, really,” and you can see his smirk even in the dark.

“i love you too, hoon. we’ll talk tomorrow, ‘kay?”

you steal another glance up at him, and see that he’s fallen asleep, the moonlight softly illuminating his features. before you get a chance to think about what’s just happened, sleep overtakes you as well.

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TRANSCRIPT

HEAR THIS, CIPHER! THIS MOMENT IS A NEXUS EVENT, AN INFRACTION POINT BETWEEN ALL TIMELINES. YOU MUST CHOOSE TO TURN BACK NOW. IN EVERY REALITY, YOUR COLLISION WITH EARTH CAUSES CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION ON AN UNFATHOMABLE SCALE!

OH NO! NOT CHAOS! I HATE THAT! LOOK NICK JR, I HAVE IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY THAT THIS PLANET IS GOING TO SELF-DESTRUCT EVENTUALLY, SO IT MIGHT AS WELL DO IT WITH ME AS BOSS, RIGHT? HOWSABOUT WE DIVVY THIS REALITY UP? I’LL TAKE EARTH, YOU CAN TAKE ALL THE GAS GIANTS, AND I THROW IN THIS BLANKY.

A SEDUCTIVE GAMBIT. BUT FOR THE SAKE OF TIME, I MUST RELENT.

WHAT DO YOU WANT? SODA? I CAN GET YOU SODA. EVEN IF YOUR MOM SAYS YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DRINK IT, I CAN GET IT.

I WAS NOT BORN YESTERDAY

OH HERE WE GO

I WAS FORGED IN THE CRUCIBLE OF REALITY ITSELF, THE LAST SURVIVOR OF THE WAR OF THE TIME GIANTS. MY CELESTIAL CREATORS, GRANDFATHER AND GRANDMOTHER CLOCK, GIFTED ME WITH THE BURDEN OF PROTECTING THE TIMELINE FROM THOSE WHO WOULD DARE UNWEAVE IT.

AWW LOOK AT THAT! YOU SPOKE WITHOUT SPITTING UP ON YOURSELF! LOOK SIPPY CUP, IF YOU’RE SAYING REALITY ISNT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US, I AGREE! YOU MIGHT WANNA PUT ON A SAFETY HELMET BECAUSE IM ABOUT TO FIND OUT HOW SOFT BABY SKULLS REALLY ARE.

A FOOLISH STATEMENT. I CANNOT BE KILLED.

WANNA BET?

Ciphers henchmen circled. The Time Agents grabbed their Time Tapes. Time Baby sighed, the weight of the multiverse on his doughy shoulders.

I KNOW YOUR CRIMES, CIPHER. TAKING A NEW HOME WILL NOT MAKE UP FOR THE ONE YOU’VE LOST. WHAT YOU DID TO THE COUNTLESS SOULS OF EUCLYDIA-

Cipher stopped in his tracks.

YOU CHOOSE YOUR WORDS VERY. CAREFULLY.

Ciphers henchmen murmured amongst each other, confused. They seemed to have heard conflicting stories about Bill’s past.

“You said you liberated the people of your dimension-”

LIBERATED THEM FROM THEIR BODIES!

DONT LISTEN TO HIM! HE’S A BABY! HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SAY SPAGHETTI!

I DO TOO

SAY IT

...

PASGHETTI

(TO THE TIME AGENTS) YOU’RE REALLY GONNA FOLLOW THIS GUY?

(SHAKING HIS HEAD IN DISTAIN) WHAT WOULD YOUR PARENTS SAY IF THEY COULD SEE WHAT YOU’VE BECOME. WHAT WOULD SCAL-

ENOUGH TALK! READY TO BE KNOCKED INTO THE LITERAL ICE AGE?

I DO NOT WISH TO FIGHT YOU CIPHER.

Time Baby slowly began to remove his gauntlets.

BUT A BABY’S GOTTA DO... WHAT A BABY’S GOTTA DO

Cipher and TB lunged at each other. It was hard to see the exact nature of the time fight but there were a lot of clocks, portals, and paradoxes involved. At one point someone used nunchucks made out of two Abe Lincolns, and there was a moment where they both clipped through reality jostled the card carrier in Dennis’s backpack. But ultimately Cipher’s henchmaniacs dealt TB a devastating blow. We Time Agents were leaderless, forced to regroup back in 20712.

But we knew this wasn’t over.

No...

It was only a matter of time

END TRANSMISSION

[devoureddreaa]

diary of a mad black woman

i’m totally not projecting in this /hj. buuuuuut, i love love love the movie: diary of a mad black woman. probably the best piece of fiction tyler perry has created. but, i hope you enjooooy!!

cw: toji is an asshole (mb…), you’re gonna be kind of a bitch too if you squint, relationship issues, infidelity issues (on both sides), an established relationship coming to an end, you’re not getting back with him….. (sorry not sorry), uhh y/n is black woman coded (hii ting at the title). lemme know if i forgot anything !!!!

five long, draining years.

five years ago..you married toji right after you two graduated. don’t worry, your clan didn’t sell you. marrying toji is what you wanted to do. only god knew how bad of a decision you were

toji fushiguro, had his owns dreams and aspirations. ones that most possibly didn’t involve you whatsoever, but you forced yourself into them. the first year was just fine, it was like you were laying on cloud nine.

that was until you were pushed off that cloud.

he moved you away from your home. he wanted to “forget about the past” he said, and leave everything behind. and that included your own family..you didn’t know how long it had been since you last heard their voices. now you were isolated, and that only made things worse cause toji knew what sort of power he had over you now.

you did anything in your power to stay in his vision. whether that was dealing with his manipulative behavior, or even his infidelity..you sticked around.

cause you loved him??

or cause you didn’t have anyone else to go to?

weird, cause then you got kicked out of your own home and he got a divorce. he packed all your shit in a truck and replaced you for some hooker. bet enough booger sugar and lube got her to stay. you drove that truck back over to your grandmothers house…who almost shot you since it was the middle of the night. you got over it after a few months. got a job, made friends, reconnected with family..even your mother, and maybe even found some newfound love.

that’s until toji got injured and he was temporarily paralyzed. the hooker he wanted so badly wanted to leave him for dead, but you..were still legally his wife. so you made the last call.

to keep him alive.

as you sat there, thinking about picking up the pieces of what used to be your life..you realized something. every room in this place that you used to call home held a painful memory for you. even though toji’s suffering…something in you wants him to suffer even more. few months in a divorce can take a person through just as many emotions as five years in a marriage. oh, and you’re starting to feel all of them at once.

but the one that is clear…is rage.

now here you were, in your old home, in the office looking for old bill files for him. while he sat in his wheelchair…quietly.

shuffling through the stake of papers, you started to shake your head. “i don’t see it..”

toji’s head perked up, “you don’t see it?” he repeated, in somewhat of a mocking tone..

“no.”

he scoffed, “you really are good for nothing.” here he goes again. “find my bank statement and get the accountant on the phone.”

you looked up from the stack of papers and looked up at him. into those dead cold eyes, those eyes that used to give you so much love..but now…they just give you a whole lotta hurt.

“then call somebody, anybody and you can leave.” toji motioned down to the wheelchair he was sitting it. “this, is not gonna beat me.”

“oh really?” you’re tone was cold, ice cold. you were watching a grown man, that was fully capable of finding his own bank statements, throw a fit cause you couldn’t find it.

his legs were paralyzed, not his fucking arms.

“yea, and whatchu staring at?”

“you get stabbed in the spine, and you’re still the same.”

“i am who i am, and im gonna die that way. toots.” toji gave you a dirty, damn near disgusting look as he looked you up and down. “i don’t even know why you’re here, i’m not givin’ you shit. matter fact, where are my kids?”

“you done, toji?”

“yknow what bitch, just get out.”

you could feel your jaw clenched up when he said that.

he pinched the bridge of his nose, “i ask you to do one simple thing, and you can even do that after five— get out!”

you dropped the papers that were in your hands, you got up from the rather comfortable leather seat. grabbed your things from off the desk and proceeded to take your exit back home quietly.

but then you stopped.

who the hell is he? the man who hasn’t dont anything but hurt you. and now…you were about to let him keep doing exactly that? keep letting him control you like some toy. nah…that ain’t gon slide. before you could even think about it, your arm swung forward then swung back..the back of your hand connecting with toji’s face.

you turned yourself back around and leaned down to face him, placing your hands on the arm rest of the wheelchair..practically caging him in.

“let me explain something to you.” your tone of voice was sick, nasty. it was damn near like you were spitting pure vemon. “old y/n..is gone. and you will not talk to me like that.”

“now i came here..to help you. but now, i’m here to get even.”

“y/n, you—”

“shut up!” your yell echoed through the quiet home, the rain outside just barely being able to heard over it.

“you want your whore..” you walked over and grabbed the picture of toji and his little hooker..that was framed in a pretty little frame. “and your damn kids?”

you raised your arms up and threw the picture onto the ground, shattering the frame. “do you see what you left me for?!” you bend down and quickly picked up the picture, shoving it in toji’s face.

“this..is what you left me for!”

you started to rip the picture to shreds right in front of him, letting the loose parts fall to the floor. “she didn’t give a damn ‘bout you toji, she told them to let you die.!”

you walked back over by the desk, using your arms to sweep the top of it clean..everything falling on the floor, some of it even breaking.

“and yknow what’s funny? hm?” a condescending smile grew on your face. “i fucking gave you life boy, even though you took it from me.”

you’ve never seen toji so quiet and still before for how long you’ve known, but oh, that didn’t mean you were about to let up. you grabbed a play bat that was sitting on the floor..

“ya kids..your boys.” you swung the plastic bat and hit toji in the head. “i wanted children toji! and had you not been a public sex-stop, we would have them!”

you backed away and anger started to consume you. it showed in your face, your body movement, even in the way your heart was racing. you didn’t know if this felt good or not..

“got me all stressed out, my hair fallin’ out, my weight up ‘n down, can’t keep anything down! two miscarriages! you took life from me, and you never even said ‘i’m sorry’..”

was that it? the end of your rant.

hell nah, you walked out of that office. and you let toji sit there alone for a few days. when you can back it smelt rancid.

“god..” you groaned and covered your nose. walking up behind him. “ya smell like shit.”

you grabbed the handle bars and started to walk, then you started to run towards the bathroom.

“y/n. hell are doing?” toji asked, a bit afraid (that’s a new one.)

you ignored his concerns, barging through the bathroom doors to reveal a tub filled with water and a little bit of bubbles.

“y/n, stop—!”

the wheelchair hit the edge and toji was flipped over into the water. you pushed the wheelchair back and watched him, in silence for a bit.

“bathe him, feed him, clothe him..they say.” you say on the edge of the bathtub just watching him. “what bout me, huh? and jesus, stop lookin’ like an idiot.”

you begin to light a cigarette while toji just laid in the slightly cold water. “you try and..kick me out of our house, and keep me away from our money? hell nah. fuck nah, at that.”

you looked back over to see that toji’s head was started to submerge under the water. you quickly got up, dropped your cigarette in the water, and practically dragged toji back up to the surface.

“remember toji, i was there..when all you had was me.”

you stepped out of the tub and left him there.

later, you both sat at the oddly long dinner table. you on one side, and toji on the other. weird thing was you had a plate with a salad on it, and toji? he didn’t have a thing in front of him.

meanwhile, you were eating like it was the best salad you had ever had.

suddenly, toji had..started to cry? “y/n..”

your eyes perked up, “awe, you hungry?”

maybe he was. but who fucking cared? “hm..maybe you should go into the kitchen and get yourself something to eat then hm?” the smile on your face was brutal

“christina..” toji quietly cried out.

you looked over your shoulder, confused. “christina?!” you looked back over at the pitiful man in front of you..trying to hold back to boiling laughter. “christina’s gone…”

you smiled wildly, “your little tramp didn’t have any money to her so she left.” looking back down at your plate using your fork to pick up for more food. “just like your slut.”

“she packed all her shit, and some of yours toji fushiguro..and went on her merry way.” you started to laugh. “come to think of it..she cleaned out your bank account. all of it!”

“oh, sweetheart, you tried to keep from me? and she ended up taking it all..huh?!” you started to laugh even harder, throwing your head back and slamming your fist on to the table.

this was even better then therapy.

“toji..you are like soooo many men.” you paused to get a good look at him. “you’d rather lay with dogs then make it work with a women.”

“you’re a bitch ass, toji..a coward.”

you forcefully pushed your plate of food, sending it flying across the table towards toji. it ended up landing on his lap and some fell onto the floor. but you sure as hell weren’t gonna pick it up, you got up and went upstairs to go to sleep.

toji ended up getting better, and you let all your anger out on him..later forgiving him. you took that divorce as a blessing, the thing you used to see as curse. he still loved you, but you didn’t love him the same. you didn’t want to be back with him. pain can hurt someone, but it won’t change anybody; and toji is a perfect example of that.

but you? oh you knew better. and anyone that would cross you in the future would learn that.

signed,

a mad black woman.

did it well…and did it good. PLSASE WATXH HIS MOVIE, I LOVE IT!!! anywho coming with the content..smash that like button for more bangers!!! /lhj but, hope you enjoyed!! love you baaaaaaai (if you saw any typos..not you didn’t)

[themoonweaversden]

Messeges that were found so far: TANTRUM (spoilers)

This is just to collect all the codes that you can type in in thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com and their effects only (please click images for better quality)

Masterpost with all messeges / codes

Transcript:

"DIMENSIONAL AUTHORITY YEAR: 9.366 BILLION LOCATION: THE NIGHTMARE REALM

TRANSCRIPT

HEAR THIS, CIPHER! THIS MOMENT IS A NEXUS EVENT, AN INFRACTION POINT BETWEEN ALL TIMELINES. YOU MUST CHOOSE TO TURN BACK NOW. IN EVERY REALITY, YOUR COLLISION WITH EARTH CAUSES CHAOS AND DESTRUCTION ON AN UNFATHOMABLE SCALE!

OH NO! NOT CHAOS! I HATE THAT! LOOK NICK JR, I HAVE IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY THAT THIS PLANET IS GOING TO SELF-DESTRUCT EVENTUALLY, SO IT MIGHT AS WELL DO IT WITH ME AS BOSS, RIGHT? HOWSABOUT WE DIVVY THIS REALITY UP? I’LL TAKE EARTH, YOU CAN TAKE ALL THE GAS GIANTS, AND I THROW IN THIS BLANKY.

A SEDUCTIVE GAMBIT. BUT FOR THE SAKE OF TIME, I MUST RELENT.

WHAT DO YOU WANT? SODA? I CAN GET YOU SODA. EVEN IF YOUR MOM SAYS YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DRINK IT, I CAN GET IT.

I WAS NOT BORN YESTERDAY

OH HERE WE GO

I WAS FORGED IN THE CRUCIBLE OF REALITY ITSELF, THE LAST SURVIVOR OF THE WAR OF THE TIME GIANTS. MY CELESTIAL CREATORS, GRANDFATHER AND GRANDMOTHER CLOCK, GIFTED ME WITH THE BURDEN OF PROTECTING THE TIMELINE FROM THOSE WHO WOULD DARE UNWEAVE IT.

AWW LOOK AT THAT! YOU SPOKE WITHOUT SPITTING UP ON YOURSELF! LOOK SIPPY CUP, IF YOU’RE SAYING REALITY ISNT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US, I AGREE! YOU MIGHT WANNA PUT ON A SAFETY HELMET BECAUSE IM ABOUT TO FIND OUT HOW SOFT BABY SKULLS REALLY ARE.

A FOOLISH STATEMENT. I CANNOT BE KILLED.

WANNA BET?

Ciphers henchmen circled. The Time Agents grabbed their Time Tapes. Time Baby sighed, the weight of the multiverse on his doughy shoulders.

I KNOW YOUR CRIMES, CIPHER. TAKING A NEW HOME WILL NOT MAKE UP FOR THE ONE YOU’VE LOST. WHAT YOU DID TO THE COUNTLESS SOULS OF EUCLYDIA-

Cipher stopped in his tracks.

YOU CHOOSE YOUR WORDS VERY. CAREFULLY.

Ciphers henchmen murmured amongst each other, confused. They seemed to have heard conflicting stories about Bill’s past.

“You said you liberated the people of your dimension-”

LIBERATED THEM FROM THEIR BODIES!

DONT LISTEN TO HIM! HE’S A BABY! HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SAY SPAGHETTI!

I DO TOO

SAY IT

...

PASGHETTI

(TO THE TIME AGENTS) YOU’RE REALLY GONNA FOLLOW THIS GUY?

(SHAKING HIS HEAD IN DISTAIN) WHAT WOULD YOUR PARENTS SAY IF THEY COULD SEE WHAT YOU’VE BECOME. WHAT WOULD SCAL-

ENOUGH TALK! READY TO BE KNOCKED INTO THE LITERAL ICE AGE?

I DO NOT WISH TO FIGHT YOU CIPHER.

Time Baby slowly began to remove his gauntlets.

BUT A BABY’S GOTTA DO... WHAT A BABY’S GOTTA DO

Cipher and TB lunged at each other. It was hard to see the exact nature of the time fight but there were a lot of clocks, portals, and paradoxes involved. At one point someone used nunchucks made out of two Abe Lincolns, and there was a moment where they both clipped through reality jostled the card carrier in Dennis’s backpack. But ultimately Cipher’s henchmaniacs dealt TB a devastating blow. We Time Agents were leaderless, forced to regroup back in 20712.

But we knew this wasn’t over.

No...

END TRANSMISSION"

In the bottom there's a hidden text that says JUSTBLENDIN which is another code that can be put in the computer:

[mj-102009]

Hi, I'm a fanfiction writer that likes feeling sad, movies, (long walks on the beach) and talking. And guess who just watched "It Ends With Us" and can't sleep because of it. Strap in folks, I have a lot to say and nothing to do for the next hour.

First if you haven't read the book or seen the movie here's a brief summary: "Lily Bloom moves to Boston to chase her lifelong dream of opening her own business. A chance meeting with charming neurosurgeon Ryle Kincaid soon sparks an intense connection, but as the two fall deeply in love, she begins to see sides of Ryle that remind her of her parents' relationship. When Lily's first love, Atlas Corrigan, suddenly reenters her life, her relationship with Ryle gets upended, leaving her with an impossible choice." -this was all found in google.

If you're interested then I would recommend you read or watch it before continuing. Should you move past this point you will find that this is a view of the MOVIE not the book. I have not read the book (however I plan too) and I will not claim to make a comparison between the two pieces. I have never been in a relationship similar to the one portrayed in the movie so if I do make a mistake regarding the circumstances then please do let me know.

-SPOLIERS BEYOND THIS POINT-

I have so many feelings about this movie that its getting ridiculously difficult not to listen to sad music and lay down in a puddle of my own tears.

I assume that its no secret to anyone that planned on watching this movie that it would be a wee bit sad. I'm here to tell you that I left this movie with my face covered behind my popcorn bucket trying to hide my swollen eyes. I've seen so many critics, comments, blogs, and even some articles that have said that there was too much angst in one movie; and when I had first seen them I scoffed and said "this movie was PERFECT," she babbles through gut tearing tears. But over the past few hours after watching this movie I feel as though there were a few things that seemed unnecessary.

Ryle's toxic behavior was definitely shown early in the film literally in the first SECONDS that he was introduced as he kicks a chair. And I think a portion of the audience may have seen the red flags but the remaining chunk (including me) was gawking at Ryle's biceps. As he progresses through the movie I definitely went back and saw the signs. However, I feel as though going from literally biting his wife's neck...to seeing what he did was wrong...was a little plot convenient. I didn't stay long after the big "IT ENDS WITH US" at the end so it there was a post credit scene please correct me. But, once he left the room after the divorce talk, did they coparent? Did he dip and start that prostitute career? This all seems very tied up with a bow to me.

Why can't we all find a man like Atlas? I loved Atlas from the start, I had no gripes with him. My guy did everything PERFECT. My issue however is not with his character or his writing- its the screen time. I would like to say that you can't try to convince an audience that they're in love when the only time we see Atlas is when Ryle is pouting off camera. The movie definitely was trying this messed up love triangle, there is literally a scene where the camera is behind a man and you can't tell who is really is until his face comes into view and we're all like- "Lily are you efing serious?" because it wasn't Atlas. And I can't even be happy at the end because I didn't know the guy enough to care about his relationship.

I want to hug and lecture Lily both at once. If I'm sitting on a roof and some crazy hot guy kicks a chair and ten minutes later tell me he want to have sex; I'm taking my chances with the street. Lily is so dumb blond coded, which isn't a jab at Blake Lively...its a statement. She has the personality of wet cardboard and ten minutes in I was so done. The whole time they're talking she's smiling like a toddler after pissing its pants. "It ends with us, blah blah blah" I inhaled deeply and dropped my head into my hands. How much more cliche can you be? She would be the first to die in a horror movie just because I'd get tired of her.

Another big issue I had was the time skips, how long was this on for? Two years before they got a divorce? (complete guess) In two years I would have spend a total of 700 days doing nothing. And Lily's dad died, she got married, divorced him, had a baby, and got back with the high school sweetheart? Dude I'm struggling to get up at 7 everyday and do my homework.

Again this is a really poor analysis, I write about fictional men.

[skaruresonic]

Was looking through your posts about the metal sonic shenanigans, and this part really caught my interest

"Metal doesn't really say anything to imply existential despair in Metal Madness. He more or less just brags about how he's going to take over the world"

The guy who complained about how "mean and condescending" the heroes are being sure ignored this part. They genuinely made something up and then acted like it's true.

Playing the games actually isn't enough. These people can look directly at the source material and still interpret it as something completely wrong. Sonic "fans" are simply hopeless

I didn't touch on this in my reply, but the supreme irony of "Sonic's picking on Metal, he's so impossibly smug and condescending" and "nobody listened to Metal" when Metal was actively trying to kill them is too much.

Let that sink in. Metal tries to conquer the world and murder the heroes, is a misunderstood bby boy. Sonic says something snarky to him and runs off, that's unacceptably mean.

I just.

Metal threatened to roast these characters on a spit and blasted fire in their faces. What are you talking about, "nobody listened to him"? How much would you feel like playing armchair therapist for someone who just pointed a flamethrower at you five minutes ago? Why is this deserving of "aw, poor baby"? What about Metal's actions or words suggest he's crying out for help? One throwaway line about how he's no longer afraid? Does that honestly negate the fact that he's trying to conquer the world and rule as its robot overlord? Where in the games does it suggest Metal went crawling back to Eggman to ask him to remove his voice? Because even if you go by IDW's account and nothing else, Eggman still managed to remove the "rebelliousness" from his coding. The page on which Neo Metal says this furthermore implies the process was nonconsensual; it shows an unconscious Metal hooked up to a bunch of wires, and Neo later checking a computer only to see a screen that reads "NO DATA." And barring the fact that, during the Metal Overlord fight, Metal essentially said all that was in the past... Does Sonic have to asspat every villain who comes for his blood? Really? I also really love (read: hate) how they said Sonic's answer to Metal's question of "But why can't I defeat you?" was a non-answer. Say what you will about how weird "Because we're Sonic Heroes!" is, it at least makes sense given the game's overall themes of teamwork. Heroes practically hits you over the head with it. You can't say Sonic didn't give him an answer when the answer is staring you right in the face.

The thing is, I was open to being proven wrong when I opened up YouTube and watched the Metal Madness fight. I don't remember exactly what Metal said off the top of my head. I haven't played Heroes in a long while. There are a lot of games where my memory needs a refresher. That's why I decided to double-check, because memory can often be unreliable.

So then, actually watching the video, I paid attention to his dialogue, and... Well. The evidence doesn't seem to support OP's claims. I didn't hear any instances of Metal screaming about how his constant battles with Sonic and co. were driving him insane. What I did hear, however, was a good dose of egotism justified by the slightest veneer of an identity crisis. That's not to say the identity crisis wasn't a factor, just not the most important factor. Hence I think it's reasonable to assume it's erroneous to paint it as the only thing motivating Metal in Heroes.

More broadly, I feel like the type of post that really gets big on this site is the one that appears galaxy-brained and appeals to our emotions, but hosts a conspicuous lack of sources and examples. Feels over reals, so to speak. They use loaded language, make declarative statements about the characters, and usually don't bother with nuance.

And. Like. If you scratch even just a little bit beneath the surface, you'd find the series holds more nuance than it's commonly given credit for. So to boil things down as people often do is needlessly reductive. It doesn't always paint a whole portrait. There was a recent post that rubbed me the wrong way as well because it was worded in this style, claiming that Shadow's character could be pinned down to his loyalty in his relationships to others. I found that analysis lacking because it neglected the fact that self-determination is an equally important part of his character, and portraying loyalty as his most critical trait risks defining him through his relationships with others. Stuff like this by its very multifaceted nature necessitates the use of asterisks. And in addition to games canon, Sonic Tumblr tends to be allergic to qualifiers that may risk diluting an otherwise "powerful" message.

This type of post isn't confined just to Sonic fandom. It happens in Half-Life too. I'm just more inclined to give it a pass for a couple of reasons. One of those being that HL's lore is more full of gaps than Sonic's, so in some instances your fanon is as good a guess as the next fan's.

But with Sonic, it's immensely frustrating because we're often looking at the simplest possible context, and yet folks continue to ignore it. People are so desperate to make the series seem Deep and Mature that they'll make shit up that just isn't there.

The only way I can explain it atm is by comparing it to the "blood orange, she's so pretentious, shut up it's fucking red" meme. It's not blood orange, it's red. The game said it was red. You're just saying blood orange because you think reframing something red as actually blood orange will make you sound more sophisticated, when in reality it makes you come off as ignorant at best and tryhard at worst.

I keep circling back to this example because it's always salient in my mind as the quintessential "you are pulling shit out of the deepest reaches of your rectum" take: Shadow was tortured on the ARK. Nothing in the games, Shadow's characterization, or the material SoJ recently published suggest he was ever experimented on by the researchers at any point. He holds no rage towards the researchers and harbors nothing but loyalty towards the ARK and its memory. Hell, in one ShTH ending he calls it "sacred." (And I'm sure some edgelord will be like "that's just evidence of Stockholm Syndrome." okay sure Jan) The claim becomes even more tenuous when you apply even a modicum of logic to it, from any angle. Yes, let's jeopardize Maria's one and only chance at a cure with unethical experiments. Let's waste resources and risk Gerald's wrath by treating his son like a guinea pig.

Literally all people base this on is this archetype of the Evil Research Facility, as though the ARK and Aperture Science are somehow interchangeable. They don't actually seem to consider the ARK's specific situation and instead superimpose this platonic idea of Evil Research Facility on it in order to "flesh" it out. Never mind the canonically shady shit the ARK got up to by developing weapons of mass destruction, something Shadow says out loud with his own mouth in SA2. No, games canon is not enough to work with. Shadow needs to suffer in new and innovative ways. Ow the edge.

Feels before reals, man. (takes stiff drag on imaginary cigarette)

[isnorted12pixisticks]

Hi pokies, as someone who’s been in the fandom for a hot sec I have some opinions

So buckle up or just scroll past because this is a long one it’s just me word vomiting into the void at this point

Burner account because some of y’all scare me 😘😘

‼️‼️THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS ‼️‼️

Ocean

————

1. Wtf is y’all’s hate boner with her?

2. I have no clue where y’all got the idea that ocean parents are like these horrible abusive people. Like neglectful? Definitely . But I don’t think that Mr and Mrs offers their kid to take a hit off their bong are going to be incredibly strict and physically abusive towards her.

3. Ocean just a shity person with a superiority complex and that’s ok. she doesn’t need horrible stuff happening to her to justify that

4.Ocean was a bad friend to Constance, she was constantly putting her down through back handed remarks and talking over her “ she has self esteem issues why wouldn’t she?” “ do we really need another organ donor?” And not to mention her say that she believed that Constance did nothing with her life.

Noel

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1. For the love of god stop making him an uwu soft boy twink <- this is not directed at people who just draw/ Write him with more feminine traits I do the same. I’m talking about those who infantilize him as the helpless soft boy who just needs a big strong man (Mischa) in his life and suddenly everything will be ok

2. I hate The Noel is Talia through either a code name or straight up catfish theory

A. The catfishing theory is problematic at best. Yes let’s take the single openly gay character and have him prey on another man character for his own satisfaction. Idk if Mischa’s cool with it in your fanfic it’s still weird

B. To me at least, Talia as a code name for noel just takes away the whole meaning behind her character. Talia is Mischa’s last connection to Ukrain. We see throughout the musical he was constantly trying to text her meaning they spoke constantly. She was his one and only lifeline, something for him to focus on and push through his shity situation to get to

Mischa

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1. I beg of y’all stop himboafying this man, I get he’s big and strong but he’s not dumb😭

A. Mischas smart guys!!!! I get alot of actors portray him struggling with English at times but y’all got to remember fluency ≠ intelligence gance. it’s like his 3rd language cut him some slack. he speaks Ukrainian, Russian, English, and even some Dutch ( not even the Dutch speak Dutch)

B. Just look at his saw6 monologue! Man had an in-depth video essay explaining on a horror movie just ready to go when ocean put him on the spot

C. Mischa can be incredibly eloquent with his words when he wants to be. Ex his Talia monologue/ when he tells Noel he knows what clichés are

2. Listen Im obsessed with Gus halper so I get it we love his mischa BUT DONT COMMENT ABOUT HIM ON NON GUS MISCHAS

Talia

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1. Stop 👏 hating 👏 on 👏 Talia 👏

A. I’ve seen so many people make Talia just a straight bitch in fanfics to justify Mischa not being with her and that feels weird to me

2. The amount of people I’ve seen straight up hating on Talia for doing absolutely nothing but “stand in the way of nischa” is wild. Like I don’t get how you can look at her, a character who doesn’t even have a single line and be like ya no fuck you

Ricky

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1. I revoke my previous statement , I’ve seen some people ( mostly rp accounts) be weird ableist to not only Ricky as a character but his actors and I don’t need to explain why that’s gross

Jane

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1. Honestly I don’t have anything to say here I haven’t really seen anything granted it is pretty hard to mess up a character who’s whole point is shes a blank slate

Constance

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1. I think a lot of the fandom is guilty of seeing constance as just the “ sweet nice wholesome mom friend of the group” when (to me at least) the whole point of Constance was that people thought she was this, was because the never bothered to get to know her past that .

2. In her monologue it’s heavily hinted at that Constance was suffering with depression leading up to the cyclone.

A. Ontop of this we can see throughout musical she was self deprecating “Lost her virginity in a crap box in a crappy town, why of course she did.” you should always laugh at guys jokes otherwise they’ll think your a cow” AND PEOPLE DONT TALK ABOUT THSI ENOUGH

3. Also I dont get the “mom of the group” thing. Like she was nice to everyone and ocean mentioned that she baked but that’s about it

4. I don’t thinks it’s acknowledged enough that Constance was SAd. I don’t care if she wanted to loose her virginity, shes under aged and by Constance’s own emissions the carny was in his 30s

The fandom

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1. Listen I love some angst as much as the next person but there’s a difference between angst and just some straight up hurt p*rn (especially with ocean, again wtf is y’all hate boner for her) I’ve seen literal SA fics written about her wtf

2.This one goes out specifically to you rtc rp accounts😘😘😘 (both on and off this app) there’s a time and a place to rp guys

A. If you're talking to other rp accounts then pop off. But That being said I’ve seen a lot of rp accounts bleed over into non rp post/ videos, while this is normally fine I’ve seen quite a few accounts pushing their head cannons on other non rp accounts as if their facts or an authority on the matter. Again nothing wrong with rp accounts / sharing your head cannons, just time and place guys

3. Look I get it plenty of the actors/ actresses that have been in rtc are attractive but some of y’all need to remember the characters themselves ARE CHILDREN

4. On the topic of the actors/ actresses some of y’all need to learn what boundaries are 

5. I saw someone try to pull some pro ship bullshit with the characters once and it haunts me

Rtc

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Listen. I absolutely love ride the cyclone, I’ve been hyper fixatingon it for the past years now that being said I’ve seen more than enough productions to get my fair share of opinions on it

1. Real Ukrainian war footage in Talia

A. It feels in very poor taste at best and just strange up gross at worst to the situation at hand. I get it Mischa’s Ukrainian and that’s a very important part to his character but that doesn’t mean you need to throw real war footage to the end of the song.

B. Talia and mischa story as a whole is tragic enough as is. You don’t need to add in the fact that on top of Talia possibly not even being real we’re now throwing in the possibility that she died in the war? It just seems like over kill to me.

2: Ricky’s disability being written out of the script was really gross. Like I get it they wanted to avoid another yannick situation but this like the worst possible way to go about it

There probably more but I’ve been at this for like 2 hrs (I’m going to update this as things come to me so stay tuned)

[novankenn]

Saints of the Sword (v1-3)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

As Cardin was led off by Professor Goodwitch, Pyrrha made her way across the short distance to where the rest of Cardin’s group was assembled. It was only a few steps, but Pyrrha’s mind was a flurry of thoughts. She remembered Cardin’s past actions in the school, but was confused at how easily he had been accepted back upon Beacon’s grounds after quitting. Even more was how different he seemed. How composed and not arrogant. What had made him change so much, she wondered?

“Hello.” Pyrrha gave her customary ‘public’ smile, and found it rebuffed by the many severe and unfriendly looks the group shot her. In particular, a dark haired woman probably about her age. “Professor Goodwitch asked me to escort some of you to your lodgings.”

“Aye, she did.” replied a brown haired faunus woman who Pyrrha figured was possibly a bear faunus, considering the shape of her ears, and just intimidating size. “Come on, little brother.”

Pyrrha waited as the others of Cardin’s retinue, returned to their own tasks. The one referred to ‘little brother’ was assisted to his feet by both women, with the larger moving away to stand before Pyrrha, leaving the other to full support the 'little brother' wholly by herself.

“Um… just a thought, wouldn’t it be better to take him to the infirmary? He seems a little…”

“No, and I would ask that you keep your suggestions to yourself.” the larger woman replied. “He needs to rest, that is all. So if you… please.”

Pyrrha nodded and turned about, leading the trio towards Beacon’s main entrance. As she walked past her team and team RWBY, she gave Jade a rather harsh glare. Two of the three that she was escorting took note of the action, and the rather angry responding look the one called Hedera used. The rip was short but rather slow, as the room Pyrrha led the trio to were within a five-minute walk to the main entrance.

When they arrived at their destination, Pyrrha noticed how all the doors were propped ajar. It was something she thought was odd, as dorm room doors were all coded to an individual's scroll, only allowing access by the registered occupants. Stepping aside, she watched as the trio entered the room across from the other two open doors.

"Will you require anything else? I’ll be happy to…”

“We’re fine.” Pyrrha was slightly shocked at the snapped reply of the black haired woman, as she led ‘little brother’ over to the middle bed of the room. 

“My apologies for Jean’s behavior.” the bear faunus woman offered. “It has been a long journey and we are all rather tired. Thank you for the offer, it is appreciated.”

“Okay.” Pyrrha responded in her practiced public voice. Before stepping away and moving off down the hall, towards her own dorm.

“Etienne shut the door and give me a hand.”

The door was gently closed and the bulky woman, quickly crossed the small room to the bed on which the third, sat. The pair began to help the figure undress. First, his hooded travel cloak was removed, revealing long blond hair pulled back into a French braid. His eyes were glassy, and his head lulled forward, as if his neck held no strength.

“Jean, this is the worst I’ve ever seen him.” Etienne comments as she helped the young man to his feet, while loosing straps with her free hand.

“It’s the visions.” Jean replied as she dropped portions of the plate mail to the floor, for later retrieval. “Jaune can you stand on your own for a minute. We need to remove the chain mail.”

Jaune weaved slightly on his feet before giving a weak nod. In short order the pair of women had Jaune stripped out of the chain mail under shirt and pants, before removing the gambeson, Jaune was also wearing. Once he was stripped down to his under clothes, Jaune was assisted into the bed, and covered with blankets.

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[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

Familial September Day 1: Home Cooking/Baking

- New day, new morning - a fic witnessing a normal day in Ruby's family.

Faint rays of sunlight pierced through the curtain and windows of Ruby's bedroom - though it wasn't strong enough to bother his slumber. He worn a sleeping blindfold as he snuggled deeper on his pillow. To everyone else, or at least Sapphire for that matter - sleeping with a blindfold was overdramatic and extra, but Ruby didn't care. He was always that one stick that stood out from the rest, neither for better or for worse, but it's simply what makes him - him.

Though, the soft fabric that hugged his temples weren't going to be there longer when Ruru, his Gardevoir leans over to wake him up as she knows that his mother probably be a little bothered if he didn't wake up sooner. With soft sounds, Ruru lightly taps his shoulder and purred at him to wake up. Ruby however responded by turning his head away from her, and covering his back with a blanket while mumbling who knows what in his sleep. Ruru puffed her cheeks in annoyance - gotta do this the hard way!

She shuffles her feet all the way to the window that was covered by the nearly draped curtain. Without any hesitation, she pulls the fabric away from the window to allow light to shine through the room entirely, and walked back to Ruby - slipping off his cutely designed blindfolds and waited for the rest to happen.

Shortly after, Ruby's eyeslids starts to move with his eyebrows slowly scrunching up in annoyance as he felt the light prick through no matter how hard he shut his eyes.

"Ruru... put the curtain down." The boy quietly groaned in irritation as he picked up the blanket and turned to the other side again.

Ruru didn't care, and proceeded to pull the blankets away from him - rendering him cold and agitated.

"H-hey, give it back!" Ruby shot up from bed, angry. His arms hugged each other as he struggled with the cold in his room. Ruru simply turned her head away from him and folded the blanket with sass in her body language.

It's too late to sleep now, he got up from bed and was separated from his blanket. Might as well just start the day.

Meanwhile at the dining room - there sat the young married couple, chatting the day away as they wait for Ruby to come down stairs to eat with them. They always ate together as a group, it was part of their "code" just to be unified as a family. It's also a great time to ask each other about their day and their plans for the rest of the hour.

"Jaide, shouldn't Ruby be here now?" Steven asked as his hands rested on the table, fingers tapping against the tablecloth.

"I mean, I'm not late - but it would be nice to be on time. You know how my father is."

Jaide chuckled, resting her palm on her chin as she looked back at Steven.

"Why should he be the judge when you have a family now?"

"... I suppose you're right," he replied. "Guess I'm still used to hearing his criticisms, haha."

Steven chuckled, averting his gaze from his wife - staring at the distance. He silently reminded himself that he's got nothing to worry about, as long as Jaide's there to keep him at bay. While he did that, she smiles at his brief quietness - giving herself a small opportunity just to appreciate how cute he looks. In the end, they still act like a young couple.

Soon after that, footsteps from the back could be heard, getting louder. It was Ruby, who just finished dressing himself. Jaide and Steven looks to his direction and smiles at him.

"Ahh, good morning! Mom, dad - did I take too long?" Ruby asked, worrying a bit since it took Ruru to wake him up.

"Ruru had to wake me up... which I should be thankful for honestly."

Ruru walked past him as he said that, upon hearing that statement - Ruru perked her chin up in what feels like an "I told you" statement. The boy chuckled sheepishly at that reaction.

"Aha, good morning. You didn't, so don't worry!" Jaide assured him. She stands up and pulls a chair open for Ruby - inviting him to dine together.

"Dad will go to his job soon, so let's go eat. I think you'd enjoy the meal here" Jaide smiled. Her comforting presence kept Ruby relieved. He nods his head and follows the chair his mother pulled out for him.

As Ruby prepares to pick out the dishes he wants to eat, Steven who was silent the entire time - initiates a conversation with him.

"So, Ruby. Are you planning to visit friends today?"

The boy processed this question by looking at the ceiling for a bit, just as a way to recall if he had any planned meetings with his buddies.

"Not that I remember any meet ups or something, but - I'll probably go say hi to Sapphire later."

Steven smirked at that response.

Ruby notices his gentle smirk after he mentioned that name. His face turns a little red, assuming his dad understood what he was talking about.

"W-what? I just said Sapphire!"

...

"Nobody said you were talking about Sapphire." Jaide added in the conversation.

Oops.

"I-"

Ruby remained quiet.

"Come on Jaide. They're just friends. Nothing special to see here, dear."

"... Unless?"

Steven poked again, having a cheeky grin as he watched his son falter in embarrassment.

"Wuh- I mean! Yeah, yeah- we're friends! No biggie!" Ruby backed up on his chair, crossing his arms and looking at the side - a petty attempt to hide his ever growing blush.

Steven and Jaide chuckled. They totally knew what's up.

"Well, the food will turn cold if we keep talking about Sapphire... or did you want to talk about her more?"

The son's face grew even more red and warmer, it's just 8PM! Can't he get a nice pancake before this?

"Nonono! Let's just eat, right now!" Ruby asserted immediately, the look on his face was undeniably adorable for his parents. He grabbed his set of cutleries from the table and tried to occupy his mind with eating breakfast, though the silent giggles from Steven and Jaide wasn't going to keep poor Ruby's mind at ease.

Better hurry and eat before it gets worse!

- YIPPEEEE FIRST PROMPT DOWN!!! I decided to treat this prompt loosely and just connect it with food and jaide totally cooked this so 💥💥💥💥 STONE FAMILY WINS EEEEEE I didn't proofread this so excuse any errors!!

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I’ve read afraid to lose you a few times now and while I am a angst I guess you can call it enjoyer it made me so sad to read abt them arguing and her leaving him. I can’t even imagine how bad that first night without her there was like him pacing around or just staring at his phone wondering if he should call her 😭 I imagine his anger instantly kind of died as soon as she walked out the door

omg kjdhfskjdhf it even made me sad, and i knew what was going to happen😭 so i get it

you didn't ask for it, but here's how i think it all went down after she left the flat that night:

the second she stepped out of the flat Chris realised he Fucked Up. he Panicked and he wasn't really reasoning properly. now, every single one of his instincts were telling him to go look for his pretty girl and apologise.

but.... she asked for space before she left. there was no way he could just go out there and follow her without breaking her trust.

was he upset because of how she talked to him? yes. was he upset at himself for how he reacted to the entire thing? also yes.

for him, it was just so ridiculous that his girlfriend would want to turn. why would she even want to risk her life like that? did she not know how dangerous turning a human into a werewolf was? especially when she was already an adult.

he started pacing around, pulling at his hair, his heart heavy in his chest as he just replayed the encounter time and time again in his head.

Chris wasn't worried about the fact that she left. He knew were she would go. or he liked to think he knew... his best guess was that she'd try to go to her mum's, but how would she get there? she can't drive, it was past midnight.... would she stay at one of their packmate's flat?

as if on cue, someone was knocking at his door. there was a tiny spark of hope in him that it'd be her coming back, but he knew she wouldn't. there was no way she would. she asked for space, she couldn't stand to see him, she was gone.

he didn't answer. he just stared at the door. until he started hearing the beep beep beeps of the keypad and saw Changbin pop his head into the flat

"i know you gave me the code for emergencies... your girlfriend just knocked on my door, a whole crying mess. i figured this is an emergency"

oh, how that simple statement made his heart ache. his girl was crying. crying because of him. he was the Worst.

he suddenly felt angry. pissed. there was a bit of a back and forth between Chris and Changbin--it was mostly just Chris shoving Changbin around, trying to rile him up, because if Changbin got Angry, he'd Fight, and if he'd Fight, Chris could Forget, you know?

"Stop doing this! You know I'm stronger than you, I didn't come here to fight, idiot", Changbin holds Chris by the shoulders, trying to shake some sense into him, and Chris crumbled.

it all hurt so much. he hardly ever cried in front of his packmates, but it was just something he couldn't stop. so Changbin simply hugged him, gave him some reassuring pats on the back and caressed his hair a bit. "it'll be fine, Chris. I'm sure".

but what if it wasn't? what if his prettiest decided this was a breaking point for her? just the thought of it had Chris spiralling.

Changbin's phone vibrated in the pockets of his shorts. it was his spicy gingerbread telling him she was taking their pack mum to her mother's house now, which Changbin told Chris immediately.

somehow, knowing it was her taking his girl to her mum's house made him feel just the tiniest bit better. at least she wouldn't be in danger...

"do you...want me to say tonight?" Changbin asked Chris, and after a few moments of consideration, he just nodded, wiping his tears away, unable to keep Changbin's gaze at all.

"wolf snuggles?" Changbin asked again, and Chris nodded again.

they shifted into their wolf forms and curled up in a fluffy ball by the sofa (they couldn't lay on it, nor Chris' bed, they are just too big in their wolf forms).

they stayed like that for a while. every once in a while Chris would huff, or whine, and even snuggle closer to Changbin.

and in the end, he was grateful his friend came over. he wasn't really sure what would've been of him that night without Changbin.

the next day, he just glued himself to his phone, hoping his beloved would call. he'd wait for as long as necessary. for days if he had to...

[ozwriterchick]

BIRTHDAY BLUNDER

Characters: OFC (Lottie); James 'Bucky' Barnes; Other Avengers

Content warnings: Angst; fluff; Forgotten Birthday

Summary: When the team forget Lottie's birthday..

Masterlist

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Lottie woke up the day before her birthday imagining all the things she and her friends would be doing to celebrate the next day.  In past years, they had gone all out for her big day and, she thought this might be a bigger deal because she was turning 30, which was kind of a milestone.

Her boyfriend stirred next to her and she snuggled into his side, also wondering what he was going to do for her birthday.

“Hey sweets” he murmured, pressing a kiss into her temple “You’re so beautiful in the morning, Lots.  How did I get so lucky..” He asked.

“Oh Bucky, I’m the lucky one.  I love you so much”

We snuggled and chatted until about 6.30am when Bucky had to get up to go train with Steve.  Once he was gone she got up, showered and dressed ready for her day at work.

Lottie’s real name was Lotus, courtesy of her completely hippy parents.  Most people she introduced herself to as Lottie as it felt like a more accepted name, but her close friends generally just called her Lot for short and only a few knew her real name.

Given her birthday was on a Saturday, her workmates decided to celebrate by giving her flowers and having cake on Friday.  They also wanted to take her out for drinks.

When she told Bucky earlier in that week, he excitedly told her to go for it, that Steve & Sam wanted to try out a new bar that had opened a couple of towns over, so he’d be busy anyway.

Lottie quietly wondered if that was code for getting stuff ready for her birthday but he didn’t say anything else so she didn’t query it either.

After drinking with her workmates for a few hours, Lottie excused herself saying she wanted to get home and relax after a long, busy, tough week.  By the time she got back to the compound where she lived with Bucky and the other Avengers, most of the were either asleep or in the media room for a movie night.  

She peeked her head in the media room and noticed Steve & Sam were there but Bucky wasn’t.  “Hey guys, I’m back, just letting you know.”

A few of them turned around to say hi. Nat noticed the flowers and said “OMG, they are gorgeous, where did you get those?”

“Oh, my workmates gave them to me today.  I’m just going to grab a drink and head to bed.  Night everyone.”

They all murmured goodnights to her as they went back to watching the movie.   What she didn’t notice was Nat and Wanda whispering to each other and then everyone else joining in the whispering.

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Nat: Umm Wanda, did you notice the flowers Lottie had?

Wanda: Oh yeah, they were beautiful.  Did Bucky get them for her?

Nat: No, she said her workmates gave them to her.

Wanda:  Oh that’s nice of them, I wonder why they gave her… OMG Nat.

Clint: Will you 2 just be quiet, we’re trying to watch the movie.

Wanda: Shut up Clint and pause the movie.. Trust me, we have a biiiiiiiiig problem.

Clint paused the movie and they all turned to Wanda & Nat who by this stage had clued in on what was going on.

Sam:  Ok, why are we pausing the movie, what is this biiiiiiig problem we all have?

Wanda:  What date is it today?

Clint: Oh it’s June 3rd.  Why?

Nat: Does anyone know what June 4th is?

Bruce: Umm, a Saturday?

Nat hits him over the head.

Nat: Dummy, it’s Lottie’s birthday tomorrow.  Did we all forget?

At that moment Bucky walks into the room and hears Nat’s last statement.

Bucky: I didn’t.  Wait, did you all forget her birthday?

Nat: Well, you didn’t tell us, so yeah, we forgot.

Bucky:  Nat, Wanda, I shouldn’t have to tell you, she’s supposed to be your friend.  I’m shocked at you guys.

Nat: I know, but we’ve had so many missions lately, we’ve been so busy, it just slipped our minds.

Bucky:  Well, you better pull something out of your butts fast, because not only is it her birthday tomorrow, but it's her 30th birthday.  It’s kind of a big deal, specially for her.  Now, I’m going to head to bed, you all better work out what’s happening tomorrow morning and tomorrow night.  I’ve planned some stuff with her for the afternoon, but I left morning and evening free to work around whatever you guys wanted to do.

With that he left, heading towards the suite he shared with Lottie, shaking his head.

The rest of the Avengers huddled around, Bruce made some coffee for everyone.  Friday called Tony in so that he could help with the planning, he was good at pulling things together last minute.

Within the space of an hour, they had the chores for the next day all divided - Nat & Wanda were in charge of getting a cake.  Tony was organising a venue, Bruce and Thor were in charge of decorations - neither were sure how or why they got lumped with that task, but they were enthusiastic about it.

Clint, Sam, Steve were responsible for taking Lottie out for brunch in the morning to keep her occupied while the others went about completing their tasks.

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Lottie headed to the suite she shared with Bucky, thinking he would be there waiting for her, but when she entered, there was no sign of him.

She placed the flowers on their small kitchen table and headed for the bathroom. She decided on a shower, after tossing up having a relaxing bath, because she really just wanted to get into bed, and hopefully have Bucky join her soon.  It would be midnight soon enough and he liked to be the first to wish her a Happy Birthday at midnight.

After she was all clean & relaxed, she wrapped herself in one of the big fluffy towels they had splurged on shortly after moving in together and wrapped her hair in a microfibre towel and walked back into the bedroom to see Bucky sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, clearly waiting for her to be done.

“Hey babe” she said “How was the bar tonight?”

“It was ok” he replied “Being the first night, it was super packed, you could barely move, and then these girls kept trying to hit on us and wouldn’t take no for an answer, so we came home early.  Did you enjoy your night with your work crew?”

“I did, but I missed you.  And I couldn’t wait to get home and cuddle.  Did you see the flowers they gave me?  And we had cake and everyone sang.  It was a good day.”

“I did see the flowers, they are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.  I hope tomorrow Is even better.  Now, come here, it’s almost midnight and we have a tradition to uphold.”

With that, Lottie put on Bucky’s t-shirt she had pulled out of the drawer, and some clean underwear and jumped into bed.  They put a movie on the TV and Bucky got in beside her and kissed her sweetly and said “Happy Birthday my sweet.  I love you so much and I hope we get to celebrate many more of your birthdays together.”

She hummed in agreement and snuggled her head into his chest while they feel asleep to the sounds of the movie playing in the background.

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Lottie woke up all alone in her bed.  She was a little disappointed but when she sat up, she noticed a coffee on her bedside table with a note, letting her know to shower and get ready for the first activity of the day, which she would need to be downstairs for by about 8.30am.  Checking the clock and seeing it was already 7.45am, she thought she better hustle.  

Lottie stood under the shower for only about 10 minutes and sipped her coffee as she did her makeup.  Surveying her wardrobe, she decided on a casual-ish outfit of a baby pink, knee-length tulle skirt with a white lacy, singlet top and her pink Doc Marten boots.

She was downstairs by about 8.20am, eager to find out what the first activity of the day would be.  As she walked into the kitchen area, everyone was gathered and yelled Happy Birthday to her.  They all came over and gave her a kiss and a hug ands turned to Bucky, thinking it was strange he was still in his sweats.

“So, the first activity of the day is brunch with Sam, Clint and I” Steve told her.  She clapped her hands excitedly, but was a little sad that the first activity didn’t include Bucky.

They all headed out in Steve’s car to a local bakery cafe, where they indulged in all her favourite breakfast treats, along with decadent coffees.At around 11, Sam let her know that they had to head back to the compound as Bucky had plans for her that afternoon.

Arriving back about 11.30, she asked Bucky if she needed to change and he said she was fine just the way she was.  He told her they would be back at the compound around 5.30 to get ready for the next part of the birthday festivities and Lottie was super excited to see what else the day held.

Bucky then took her to Coney Island, where they rode a few rides, played some games - Bucky won her a giant penguin and she loved it.

About halfway through their Coney Island visit, they stopped for Nathan’s famous hot dogs and cokes and sat near the boardwalk, talking and watching people go by.

They rode more rides, visited the Brooklyn Wall of Remembrance, then headed to the Coney Island History Project, and finished with the Coney Island Museum.

Both of them were exhausted by the time they headed back to his car, but just spending her birthday with the man she loved, walking all over a place he’d spent time at as a kid, was perfect.

Lottie dozed off in the car on the way back to the compound and Bucky just chuckled under his breath, resting his hand on her thigh, just to feel connected to her.  She hummed in her sleep and reached down and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

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Lottie woke up just as they pulled into the compound driveway.  She stretched and yawned and smiled a sleepy smile at Bucky.

“I don’t know what else is happening but I’ve had the best day so far, I don’t know what could top this.”

“Well, just you wait sugar, I think the team may have a big night planned.”

They held hands as they walked into the compound and headed to their room to get showered and changed.

Lottie emerged from their room in a Lilac Purple, knee-length tiered dress, with fluttery sleeves and a crossover top.  Her shoes were white scrappy heels and she carried a matching white bag.  She wore the new jewellery Bucky had given her when they got home, gold diamond earrings in the shape of hearts, with a matching necklace.

Bucky was in a Navy suit with a white button up shirt and the gold cufflinks Lottie had given him last Christmas.

Joining the rest of the team in the living room, they all headed out to the limousines that Tony had hired for the night and headed to the restaurant that he had managed to reserve a private room at, last minute.

The decorations that Bruce & Thor had found were, surprisingly tasteful and understated.  Tony shook his head and they all laughed as they know he would have gone so much bigger if they were his responsibility.

They all sat down, Tony at the head of the table, with Lottie on his left, Bucky to her left and the rest sat around at random.

The room had a private bar in the corner so they didn’t have to leave the room to get drinks.  

“Buck, I’m going to get a drink, do you want anything?”

“Just a Whiskey please sweetheart.”

Bucky took her hand as she stood and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

Vision got up and headed to the bar at the same time.  He took the opportunity to say to her “Good evening Miss Lotus, allow me to take the opportunity to wish you a very Happy Birthday.  I trust you’ve had a good day so far?”

The barman came up and she ordered a whiskey for Bucky and a Margarita for herself. “I have had the best day so far Vision, and please call me Lottie, I rarely use my formal name.”

“Of course Miss Lotus.. I mean Miss Lottie.  It’s surprising what you can do at short notice isn't it?”

“Short notice, what do you mean Vision?”

“Well you’d think something like this would take weeks if not months of planning but..”

“But what Vision?”

“Well, oh dear, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything?”

“Vision, tell me now.”

“Well, all the days events, except Bucky’s of course, were planned last night and executed this morning.  I'm sorry, I don’t think I was meant to say anything.”

At that moment the barman set her and Bucky’s drinks down.  She picked up the margarita and slammed it down in one go.  She then grabbed Bucky’s whiskey, took it over and set it down in front of him and grabbed her bag and walked out the door.

She headed towards the ladies room, across the restaurant when she heard Bucky calling her name as he frantically hurried across the restaurant after her.

“Lots, Sweet, wait, what’s going on?”

“Bucky, just let me be for a few minutes, I… just need the bathroom.. Just let me go please?”

“That’s not all though is it?”

“Bucky, I’ve had such a great day and it’s all ruined.”

Bucky pulled her into a full body hug and moved them slightly away from the toilets but also away from where other diners could see them.

“Tell me what’s wrong sweetheart.  Let me fix it” He pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed his hands soothingly up her back and down her arms.

“Oh Buck, you can’t fix this.  Apparently everyone forgot my birthday until like this morning and scrambled to do all of this today.”

“How do you know?” 

“Vision just told me.  Wait, did you know?”

“When I came in last night, they were talking about your birthday, I told them to fix it and..”

“I can’t believe you’d let me believe that my friends, cared about me enough to remember my birthday”

“But Sweetheart, they did remember and isn’t that the main thing.”

“I guess you’re right, but I’m still angry.”

“And you have every right to be. But I didn’t forget, I could never forget my girl, the love of my life, you are my everything, you are it for me.  I’m all in with you, my beautiful Lottie, I love you so much.”

Lottie relaxed into Bucky’s embrace.  He was right, the main thing was they remembered and they pulled together a pretty impressive day at the last minute.  She was still angry about it and couldn’t see the funny side just yet, but that would come, she was sure.

She pulled back from Bucky’s embrace. “Well, now I have to use the bathroom to fix this mess that is my face.”

“Lots, baby, you are gorgeous no matter what, but go in, do your thing and please come back into the room when you’re ready, yeah?”

“I will Buck, just give me 5 minutes or so.”  Bucky nodded, kissed your forehead and headed back to join the others.

When he got back in the room, they were all looking to him for an explanation.  He let them know what Lottie had been told and the conversation - well most of it - that he’d had with her and that she was just freshening up and she’d be back with them shortly.

They were all understanding of what Lottie was feeling, so when she came back into the room they all made a big fuss.  She let them know that she understood they had all been super busy and while she was still a bit upset that they’d forgotten, she appreciated their efforts to set up brunch and this beautiful dinner and wanted them all just to enjoy the rest of the night.

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Later that night, back at the compound, she and Bucky were snuggling in bed, discussing the day.

“I love you Bucky, and I love my work friends.  But if any of you ever forget my birthday again, or keep me out of the loop, so help me, there’ll be hell to pay”

Bucky laughed and snuggled her closer into his chest “You have my word sweets, that will never happen again.  Now, come here and let me give you your last present”

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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 4

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Short chapter 💁‍♀️ still trying not to linger for too long on them. It just feels nice to have something to work mindlessly over on the side~

It was at the top of an old and abandonned music store, surrounded by office buildings that were now long emptied at those late hours of the night. In New York's fast changing scene, Vee often wondered how it was possible for this fossil to still be standing, untouched by economy and time - yet she was glad she had that little safe spot she could always come back to.

Coffees in hands, she reached the flat rooftop with a quick relieved sigh, taking a moment to appreciate the view of the neighborhood. There was this faint breeze still running around, the last remnant of the cold days past behind. She was glad to have put on her trenchcoat for tonight - a wiser choice than a cocktail dress.

"Quite the odd place to choose," sounded a voice behind her. "I would've taken you for a more industrial type."

Vee turned around, noticing the turtle coming her way.

"... Do you always do that?" she asked, half amused.

"Do what?"

The mutant was now beside her, frowning slightly.

"Come out of nowhere and start talking? Last time we met, you did the same thing."

Donnie shrugged: "It is what it is. Call it my dramatic flair."

"Sure thing, Dorkatello."

She next offered him a cup, not letting him the chance to complain about the nickname.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I grabbed you a black coffee."

He accepted the beverage with an indifferent expression and a small "thanks". Taking a first sip, the terrapin then seemed quite appreciative.

"Not bad! The roast has a nice taste to it. Where is it from?"

"From where I work, I prepared it myself," winked Vee.

"Barista by day and a broker by night," mused Donnie in a slight teasing way. "Quite the life you're living."

"Only 'cause I need the safety net," pointed the woman. "... To be frank, if I could avoid hearing about soy lattes with triple expresso shots, whipped cream and caramel on top almost every day, I'd be a happier person. ... Whatever happened to good ol' black coffees?"

"We truly live in a dystopian world," he joked before taking another sip.

They drank in comfortable silence, facing the city and basking in the view once more. After a short while, Vee got a USB key out of a pocket, handing it towards the terrapin.

"One investors' list, hot and fresh straight out of the oven."

"There better not be a virus on this," said Donatello, taking the small device and looking at it closely.

"Or what? ... I told you, I'll be a good girl," grinned the human.

The other sighed with a faint smile, putting the key in a small pouch attached to his belt: "... Gosh you're so weird."

"Says the turtle man."

"Touché."

His gaze remained on her, studying her form as he took another sip.

"... I gotta ask though, what made you accept my offer?" he asked.

"I figured you probably wanted some lessons about information broking. That and I was just curious about this whole affair."

Unimpressed, Donnie tapped to a device at his right wrist, then bringing up a holo screen over his forearm. With some quick swipes he then brought up a file that contained Vee's picture and some information written alongside it. He began to read:

"Véronique Lavoie, thirty-one years old, moved to New York City five years ago from Montréal, Canada. First language is French. Completed studies in the music and artistic fields, yet you did an one-eighty to pursue a 'career' in coding and information brokering. I suspect you were getting into hot waters where you're from, so you decided to start fresh in a new city, new country. Shall I continue?"

Vee pushed his wrist down with a tsk, flicking the screen off.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Remove that 'lesson' part from my previous statement." She pointed at him, wanting to get her point across: "You better keep all that info for yourself, or I'm breaking this deal off."

"I wouldn't want to risk this makeshift alliance, at least for now," reassured Donatello, although standing tall. "As long as you play by the rules, I won't rat you out to the police."

"How thoughtful, very happy to hear it" fakely smiled the woman.

"I only aim to please," quickly winked the terrapin, then taking another slow sip as he looked back over the city.

That brought a quiet chuck out of Vee, returning to a watch of the landscape as well. Who's playing on words now! Taking her last sips, she took this quiet moment to glance over the turtle from the corner of her eyes. She never really took the opportunity to fully appreciate all the technical gear he was adorning, some assuredly being custom built. He seemed quite capable when it came to technology, so Vee was truly starting to wonder if he ever needed her help for whatever the turtles were planning to do. She kept that question for another time, rather taking the moment to instead look over at his form. To be quite frank, he wasn't that bad looking! Years of training must have helped shaping this slim chiseled body of his, his arms slender yet displaying enough muscle mass to indicate a formidable strength still....

"So," she started, breaking the quiet pause. "What's the next target?"

"That remains to be seen. I have first to look through the list you just handed me and have a quick talk with one of our sources." He finished his coffee. "... But for now, our first step should be to get up to speed about eachother's knowledge. What do you know about the crime scene in New York?"

"I hear things here and there," shortly sighed Vee. "The Foot clan is the top dog, the Purple Dragons are starting to rise, and then you've got the usual gangs trying to get on top of one another in some pitiful tug-of-war games. I see rich people feasting on poor people's backs, CEOs hunting for valuable informations, stock market maniacs wanting the latest trends. Everybody does what they have to do in order to survive in this fucked up world - and here I am, a simple bridge between their initial goal and the final result."

"I'm guessing you get paid a pretty sum for all of your work, based on how much you charged me, anyway."

"Living in New York, especially Manhattan, is expensive as shit," pointed the human. "I have no choice but to ask for a lot if I want to keep living here." She took a moment to glance back over the streets with a slight dreamy sight. "I couldn't have asked for a better hideout. ... Even though I prefer to be on my own, the constant buzzing of a city keeps me alive and I know I'm not completely alone."

She realized her confession, noticing that the terrapin was looking over her with a soft smile.

"Anyway," she rectified, straightening her posture. "Any info you'd want me to know or gather, I have my ways of getting it. If I don't know something, that'll only push me to get to know more about it."

"At least we're similar on that point!"

"In the end," continued Vee. "All you have to keep in mind is that anything you may throw at me, I can take it. ... I mean, heck, you probably guessed it by now that anything out of the ordinary doesn't really phase me; I'm not even scared of you."

His slight amusement did not escape Vee.

"It does make for a nice change," he admitted. "Usually people either scream or call us monsters. So with you being unbothered, it's a breath of fresh air."

"You're still strange though, but I'll let that slip for now."

She did have this slight fear in her - that she would never admit. Since her arrival in the city, she had heard stories of mutant vigilantes that could break you in half if they wanted to. But when speaking with Donatello, she realized most of those talks must've been exaggerated, although she never dismissed the idea of him and his brothers being forces to reckon with. And that idea stuck with her as she witnessed the terrapin crush his coffee cup effortlessly, then aiming and throwing the remains into an open trashcan down in the street - a quiet "score" escaping his lips as he succeeded his throw.

"Thanks for the coffee," Donatello said next. "I'll get started right away on combing through the list you just gave me. ... Thank you, by the way. You did the right thing."

Vee disregarded the comment with a quick puff of air.

"Please. Consider yourself lucky that I didn't ask for money in exchange. Just keep me in the loop once you have something."

"Will do! Through the web or you have another prefered way of contact?"

"I am not giving you my phone number yet, turtle. Too risky for now."

"As you wish, then," he replied with a small comical bow. "I shall write to you soon, smooth criminal."

And with that he was out and about, Vee rapidly losing sight of him as he plunged into the shadows. So far, so good, she told herself. She had a feeling that getting him on her good side wouldn't be too much of a hassle - she would simply need to lean on the heroic and right-doer side whenever possible and in his presence. What a chore. She looked at her empty cup, then over at the trashcan below where Donnie had shot his trash at. Considering for some seconds, Vee then tried to throw her own into it, but it ultimately failed and bounced miserably on the concrete ground.

"Whatever," she mumbled with a frown, shoving her hands into her coat's pockets and making her way down the roof.

***

Casey and April came down as soon as they heard that Donnie finally got the data - even though that annoyed the bespectacled terrapin, as he wanted to skim through the information unbothered at first.

Inserting Vee's key into his computer, the file was loaded in no time, many names and numbers populating the screen. Some noticeable names belonging to the Purple Dragons were found in there - Hun, their leader, being a predominant entry. But another presence did raise questions, this one only labeled as "Bishop".

"Never heard that name before," started Casey, his eyes on the list. "I don't think I've ever come across someone, or an organization, that had such a title."

"We need to find what they're up and about," added Leonardo. "They seem to be quite invested in the Foot, considering the contributions."

"Agreed..."

Donnie was already starting to wonder if Vee had heard that name before...

"I can get my eyes on Hun for the moment," continued the cop. "But we'll need to dig for the rest."

"Leave that to me," said Donatello. "I'll try to poke Vee and see what sort of intel she could have on that entity as well."

Casey squinted: "I'm sorry, who?"

"Donnie's new girlfriend," joked Raph.

Donnie was fast to reply: "Absolutely not!" He then felt slightly uneasy as he added: "... She's the one who stole the data in the place, that smooth criminal we told you about. I was able to get in contact with her and she agreed to lend her skills for our cause."

"We are not bringing a crook into this operation," disapproved the man. "I don't care about her skills. We can't trust her with any info. She could very well just grab it and run to sell it to anyone. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she's already selling information about you guys!"

"She is not," cut the purple clad one. "I'm monitoring her online activity on the main platform she uses for her trade. She's trustworthy on that part."

"Who says she's only selling her stuff online?"

That actually shut Donatello down, the terrapin frowning at such a thought. She did go to a social event a couple days ago...

"Donnie, if you need someone to look around above ground, you know you can count on me," added April calmly.

"I know," replied the mutant with a soft sigh, turning his attention back to the data. "Let me just see what I can find first, then I'll contact you, if anything."

He didn't even care for the rest of the conversation. His thoughts were running million miles a second, trying to figure if he'd omitted anything before considering Vee's help. Would he need to go against her request of not logging into her system once more? Should he start considering tracking her every moves and conversations? It felt like too much. She was not a stranger to the scene and she could probably prove to be a good asset to the team. ... But right now, many variables were obstructing an absolute trust, and he wished there was something he could do to show her good wil... As hidden as it probably was.

Donnie didn't realize when Casey and April left, too preoccupied by his current searches. He did notice however Leonardo approaching his workstation, setting a stool and sitting down next to him.

"Donnie...," the leader started.

He kept on typing.

"... I do agree with Casey," finished the blue banded one. "We can't risk bringing an external source into this. ... We don't know her."

That brought the tall one to a stop with a sharp sigh. He finally looked over to his older brother with an annoyed nonchalance.

"I understand and I do agree to some extent," replied Donnie. "I could probably fish out the information all by myself - I've been doing that for many years. But now I'm tired, Leo."

He vaguely gestured the Lair.

"Keep in mind, I'm the one who mostly caters to and repairs every electronic needs in this goddamned house. If we're to take the Foot down and you're all expecting me to keep up the same level of effectiveness around here, I can't guarantee my accuracy in the long run."

"Let us help you then! We're a team, we're here for you."

"Hah, and have you all break everything? No thanks."

"Donnie-"

"Look, I want to give her a chance," cut the purple clad one. "It may be a bit presumptuous of me, but I feel that with some guidance, she can get on the right path." He didn't dare cross his brother's gaze. "... All we do is stop criminals, but how about saving them instead? Let me have this, Leo. Let me try.... I see something in her."

"We're ninjas, not knights in shiny armors."

"Don't forget, we were labeled heroes to this city."

He pointed the key to the city he had kept on the side, hanging on its chain, close to one of his screens. That brought a long exhale from Leo, the leader lost in thoughts for a moment as he kept his eyes on the item. Oh it was so easy to call on his honor...

"Let me think about it," finally said Leonardo. "But for now, keep her out of it. Let's see what we find first."

He got up from his stool, lightly tapping Donnie's shoulder.

"And let us help you. Say the word and I'll whoop Mikey and Raph's asses to get moving."

"Noted," replied Donatello with an amused smirk.

He watched his older brother walk away, waiting a bit to make sure he was not in sight. Returning to his device, Donnie's fingers fidgeted lightly over his keyboard, unsure about his next move. ... He didn't want to break an order, but he needed to know.

HookedOnCoffee: What do you know about the name Bishop?

((Part 5))