#i'll bring him back from the dead just to beat his ass

[bioshoook]

So, unfortunately… if I’m remembering the comics correctly bc I only was able to skim them for trigger reasons… at least to the original Ghost, the autopsy scars are canon.

Ah ok I was thinking that was the case... I've seen similar scars on other characters in different fandoms. Poor Simon :((

[themareverine]

A KING & HIS CASTLE ▹ IN YOU, MY FORTRESS

— oldman!Logan x fem!OC drabble

SERIES SUMMARY: Breadwinner. Bring-Home-the-Bacon. King of the Castle. He's heard it all before, but it's never been true of the Wolverine. Until her. Coming home to her is the only thing to live for, the only thing keeping the heart behind his ribs spinning.

SYNOPSIS: Insane, sick. Straight to hell if that’s the case—he couldn’t think of worse torture, and he’d outlived excrutiating. He knows it more intimately than he should, living it every day. Leaving his small Eden behind, in the biting Mexican dust that wilds it away in the glass of his rearview, it’s hell beyond the little limits of everything he, now, holds close.

warnings: drabble series, day-in-the-life, dad!Logan, age gap, angst, domesticity, pregnancy, babies, children, Logan is a boy dad because I said so.

a/n: based on this. and I have to dedicate this to @1800-fight-me for that post, which changed my brain chemistry and prompted my first oldman!Logan.

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

On days like this, Logan could kill. 

Redlight. Redlight. Red, again. Red fuckin’ light. 

He could see them in his fuckin’ sleep. At a little after four, a text from a bunch of digits suggests a phone number—Chicago, if his guess was right. You booking rides? like it’s normal business hours instead of ass o’clock in the morning, like he hasn’t just passed out in bed after getting home and standing beneath a lava-hot shower for all of a handful of minutes—managed three and a half hours of fucking, much-needed racktime. 

Need a limo for five, 7:15. $1k green. 

Squinting into the screen without readers had been like staring into the sun, but Logan had managed. Dimness dropped to low as hell—fine, i'll be there with slow thumbs that burned, felt as if the weight of US-57 had been chained to every fiber of his skin structure. He’d managed to arrange a call time without so much as hammering his phone through the floor, a small mercy—place was barely standing as-is. Hauling old bones from bed was just short of crawling from hell, the warmth of under-covers and threadbare sheets more alluring than Egyptian gods. 

Hair not dry from his first shower, smothered against a thick, hard pillow for the three hours of sleep he’d managed, he stalked his ass back into the shower. Tried to work the cold irritation at humanity swimming in his veins beneath more hot water, failed—wrangled into only-slightly wrinkled slacks and jacket, may as well have been like roping steers. Skipped shaving, fuck that, started the hunt for another of his damn socks. Fumbling about the room like a green linebacker, he didn’t even feel the bed stir. Tangle of sheets around feet, the low moan of a curious, half-asleep lover. 

“Logan?” Drowsy, she props her pretty self up on an elbow. He can see her squinting into the lowlight of the room, thick streams of light from the moon creep over the bed in an otherworldly, nightingale kind of way—half bathed in lunar milk, he couldn’t miss the slight pull of her satin nightdress for anything as she sits up, scrubbing a hand down her face. She asks him what’s up, “Haven’t decided to finally leave me, have you?” 

Insane, sick. Straight to hell if that’s the case—he couldn’t think of worse torture, and he’d outlived excrutiating. He knows it more intimately than he should, living it every day. Leaving his small Eden behind, in the biting Mexican dust that wilds it away in the glass of his rearview, it’s hell beyond the little limits of everything he, now, holds close. Never in a thousand lifetimes would Logan ever imagine being that guy—the guy who fortresses a home. The man who makes vows. Oaths before heaven, whispers sweet nothings and pretty everythings to a heart that beats like his. Never was one for wishing on stars or counting them, slow in a different kind of way—slow in sense of the half-dead, way that smells roses hardly fathomable. If anyone would’ve told him his heart would beat for someone else, for living—-in this shell of a body, this phantom of a man, he’d have laughed. Never believed, no sir. Not him, not the Wolverine. 

Her slow, half-drunk chuckle off the statement claws at his aching ribcage. Fingers brushing what feel like a wad of socks, Logan moves to stuff them into his pocket. Swipes shoes from where he’d dropped them not long ago, slips through the darkness carefully. Where she’s risen from bed comes up quickly, and he blocks the milk of light swathing over their bed from view—fingers her hair away from her face, wild from where it’s fallen from her usual satin cap. 

“You’re dreamin’,” he hums, can’t deny the hint of a mile as she manages a rough, morning-dry chuckle. It sits low. Rattles around the adamantium in his chest. “G’back to sleep, baby—it’s early.” And if that isn’t the God-awful truth, he isn’t sure what is. 5:34 glares back at him when he checks the screen of his phone, not missing the pretty smile laughing back at him from the lockscreen. His lips brush her forehead lightly, hand firm at the back of her neck as his thumb skips over the steady thrum of her pulse. 

Lithe, curious fingers reach for him in the night. As always, they find him—her nails scratch lightly through his unshaven face, skin that’s dewy. An idea of Irish Spring still floats in the air around his nose, but it’s overpowered by the scent of her—the flow of her blood, the oil of her skin. Frankincense she uses in her hair before bed claws at his chest, unmistakable hints of petroleum jelly on the plush of her lips lights cravings in the back of his throat. Even today, after years, her touch still trailblazes through him like wildfire—cuts trails through the jungle of his unknowns, his hesitations. Three days away had felt like fallout, she’d been asleep like any sane person at 3 in the witching hour when he’d dropped into bed.

Blood pistoning to his cock reminds him how long. He’s been a starving man, deprived of her honey—her fruits. 

“You’ll be back?” Her palm against his cheek is God’s gift to humanity, may as well have carved the peak of mountains. “You just got in, Lo,” even in the light of stars he can see the worry mottle pretty features, the depth of her eyes couldn’t be masked by any amount of midnight the universe knew. “You sure you’re okay to drive?” I can drive, if you need me to. She hadn’t driven in years, not since—

“M’fine,” he nods, “don’t you worry ‘bout nothin’ honey.” Slipping her hand into his, he lifts it to press an airy kiss the heel of her hand. It’s soft, for the most part—only partly chapped, mostly from the dry. Dry, and the in-and-out of the desert sun. Keen senses can still taste the brush of earth on her skin, dirt from good hours spent outside. Laughing, running. Playing pretend, exploring the mesa. Like a child, like innocence. 

“Be back tonight,” it comes off a thick cough, “don’t have to wait up.” 

Her snort is sharp. “ I’ll wait. Hate this BS,” the nod is resigned though, knowing. A deep sigh puffs out her cheeks, blows hot against his lips as she looks up at him. “Need you here, Logan,” I know, don’t I know—guiding her arms around his middle, her cheek falls against his chest. Her weight against him reminds him he’s alive, still breathing—reminds him that this, right here, is his. He can feel her hum low at the bottom of her ribs, and rests his chin in her hair, rocking her back and forth lightly. Relishing her heat, the slip of satin. The spring of curl cream in her hair, the zip of adrenaline and sex in his blood. “Want you here.” 

As 5,000 volts as the day he met her, all those years ago. Logan can still taste the rain in the air, the sting of sour sweat and testosterone in the bar. The bite of the steel cage. It’s still clear in the back of his head, glancing at her on a barstool in the corner—more of a drowned lizard than a girl, as the bartender had so aptly noticed. Tired, pretty in the eyes. Broke as hell and as lost as they came—he’d never forget the smile she gave him as he’d tucked her back into that ancient Jeep as long as he lived. 

And she’s still pretty in the eyes, even if they are a little deeper. Haven’t aged a day in all the years she’s been chasing shadows, stalking the sun by his side—racing to die, chancing to live. As Wolverine as they came, in a different kind of way. Unkillable, like him. God’s gift to him, certainly—an Eve for his unkillable Adam, to taste the sun. Lifetimes and mementos of the forgotten behind them, this is his castle. His home— life that, had finally, birthed. 

Wrapped up in pretty satin and swaddling clothes. “I should check on little man,” and there it is. The nail in his coffin. Mention of their son—his son, it’s like a slow poison. Logan never, in any of his days, would imagine that the idea of a child, his offspring would do such devastatingly good things to him—he can’t remember when it changed, how it happened. But it stabs at the mesh of his ribs unlike anything he’s ever felt all the same, toys with his pleasures like a cat with a mouse. Her head tipping back greenlights the pad of his thumb gently pulling at the plush of her bottom lip. Looking up at him with a teasing smile, through low lashes undoes him in a way that should be sin. 

And he kisses her the way she likes, slow. Hard. When her arms snake around his neck, pulling him close, he loses his composure. Deepens the kiss, moans against the heat of her tongue playing with his. “Careful,” he smiles through every languid stroke of her tongue, every little breathless gasp, “don’t start somethin’ we can’t finish, pretty.” 

“Who says we can’t?” 

“When I get back, baby.”

Her pleasured hmmm, heady whispers in dark shadows light him up like a firecracker, but he can’t. Can’t stay, can’t go—trapped in situation’s limbo. Hell of a thing, really. His finger traces the curve of her hip, up—falls in line against her bottom rib, tugging at the skin beneath satin. Erupting in a fit of ticklish giggles, her fingers tug at his hair, play with damp at the nape of his neck. “Logan—not fair!” her breathlessly sharp whine—it fucks his brains. 

“Plen’y fair,” another kiss, one more taste of her, and he steps back. Creates a chasm and his pulse jumps, almost flatlines. Fingertips linger against his as he moves for the door—her tongue chases over kiss-fat lips, and Logan swears to God he can see the fire dancing in the cradle of her womb as she follows after him. Once they hit the door, he kisses her again—it’s the only thing that will keep him alive. 

“I love you, kid,” kid. Hasn’t called her that in awhile. She still smiles at the name, like she always has. It’s true but isn’t—he’s 200 years older than her, another sin on his growing list of indiscretions with God. But she’s lived enough life at his side for it to count, seen enough blood. Heart racing behind his ribs, waiting—breathlessly. All too damn breathlessly for a man who couldn’t give up his breath if God asked. 

“Love you more,” a Betty Crocker kiss to his cheek and she slips away, into the darkness, opposite direction. Nursery, the quiet pull of the innocent. His feet point to the kitchen, to the reckless hour of the world’s morning. 

Twenty-seven steps. Out the door, sink into the limo. A text lights up the phone he’s tossed to the passenger seat as headlights cast lowbeams into witchy darkness. Foot on the brake, he fumbles the breastpocket for hardly-new readers, ignoring the tag still hanging out on the templepiece. Grabbing it, opens the photo attachment. Her, and his child—his son, his side of the bed. His never-in-a-million-years, impossible-to-the-stars family—

— his fortress, the castle to which he returns. Lucky son of a bitch. 

tags: @fandomxo00 @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88

[illusioninfnty]

"I'll Gut You Like A Fish!"

જ⁀➴ Ghostface : Day 19

feat. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto ᯓ★ What's wrong with your boyfriends killing a random sleazebag here and there? You just like to indulge in the celebration that comes after.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, college au, exhibitionism, breast play, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral sex (m and f receiving), creampie, cum eating, blood play, knife play, murder (not of reader), fucking over a dead body, everyone getting bricked up over murder

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

The familiar hands of your boyfriend find themselves around your waist, swaying to the beat of whatever techno song plays as drunk college students stumble along to the bass vibrating across the walls.

“Got a present for you upstairs.”

Gojo’s lips ghost the shell of your ear, nipping at it teasingly as you throw your head back into the crook of his neck. 

“Oh?” He presses his front up against your backside. You can feel the way his cock strains in his pants as he subtly grinds up against you.

Gojo trails kisses down your neck and you shiver. “Come on, babe. Suguru’s getting a little impatient. You know how he is.” His hands move down to grab at your ass, motioning you along in the frat house, up the stairs to one of the rooms at the end of the hall.

The metallic, iron-like smell of blood fills the air as you open the door, making you halt in place. In front of you stands your other boyfriend Geto, dressed in an all-too-familiar black robe and holding a bloody knife.

His head lifts up as he hears you two come in. He sets the knife onto a desk and stalks across the room, grabbing you from Gojo’s hold and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. You moan into Geto’s lips, digging your fingers into his long black tresses. 

“What’s this from?” you ask hesitantly when you pull apart from him.

Before either one of your boyfriends can answer you, a broken moan sounds from the other side of the room, as though below the bed.

Geto takes your hand, guiding you to the source of the noise.

You gasp and take a step back, falling into his chest as you’re greeted with the sight of a bloodied man, writhing across the floor. Through his light colored shirt you can see multiple stab wounds, courtesy of Geto. The man coughs, and blood spurts out of his mouth, covering his neck and chest.

Gojo then pipes up, throwing an arm around Geto’s shoulder and jerking his head to the man. “Recognize him?”

You can’t seem to place who this is at first. But then when you look past all of the blood, you’re able to place why he seems so familiar. Just an hour or two ago, when you first arrived with Gojo and Geto at this party, this guy was in the kitchen with all the alcohol. When you went to get some for yourself, he groped your ass, something you complained about to your boyfriends later on.

The guy coughs again, and it sounds like a gargle. He clutches his side, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding coming out of multiple wounds.

“Help me,” he moans, blood dribbling from the sides of his lips.

It’s a gross sight, really, and you sneer at the sight of him. No way in hell were you helping someone like him. Especially if it would be your boyfriends that you would hypothetically be up against.

You narrow your eyes, turning and walking away from him. “Maybe you should keep your hands off of women and you wouldn’t end up like this, asshole.”

“Ooh,” Gojo hisses from behind you. “Sorry, bud. Better luck next time.”

“You,” —the guy spits out more blood— “bitch.”

“Now, now, enough of that.” Geto grabs him by the curls on his head, dragging him forward so that he’s positioned in the center of the room, closer to where you stand near the bottom of the bed.

Gojo strides on over nonchalantly, standing right behind you. He starts to caress your sides, his hands moving sensually up and down your body. If it was possible, Gojo seems even harder now. His cock throbs in his pants as it presses against your backside. “Watch,” he whispers to you.

Geto stands in front of you, still holding the man up by his hair. He’s on his knees, and the blood from his mouth and his wounds are slowly starting to stain his clothes and his body a pinkish color.

The man winces as Geto’s grip on him tightens. “You’re here because we need to teach you a lesson.”

You gasp as Gojo’s hands move under your shirt, pulling it and your bra up in one fell swoop. He starts to pinch and pull at your nipples, which stand hard with your aroused state.

Geto hums in satisfaction at the sight, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

“Did you really think we would let you touch her like this?” Gojo chimes in. He relishes in how your body wriggles against him, craving his touch. One of his hands moves lower, and lower, and lower, and then disappears into your pants.

You moan as Gojo starts to play with your pussy, fingering at your slit. “Can’t believe how wet you are,” he croons in your ear, “getting worked up over something like this.” He tuts at you, playing with your folds as you let your body fall into him.

“Like—” you’re interrupted by your own involuntary moan as Gojo sticks two fingers inside of you with no warning. “Like you’re one to talk.”

His cock jumps as he laughs. He curls his fingers, and then begins to pump them in and out of your pussy.

“You see that?” Geto says. He’s talking to the bloody guy. “Only we get to touch her like that.” He leans down, staring at him eye to eye. “This is why you’re here. Because you touched something that’s ours. And for that” —he reaches behind him, brandishing the bloody knife— “you’ll have to pay.”

Seeing your typically calm and collected boyfriend take control like that was doing things to you. You feel your body heat up, and your core clenches around Gojo’s fingers, your imagination running wild with the change in your boyfriend’s behavior, thinking about all the things he could do to you.

Your moans are uncontrollable now as you whine and buck against Gojo, craving more.

“Shit, Suguru. Look at him, he’s hard!” Your boyfriend jeers at the man on the ground, but you don’t care enough to take your attention off the pleasure. “Aw man, what a fucking loser. Gotta get hard over our girl ‘cause he can’t find one on his own.”

Geto lets out a sound of disgust, sending a kick to the guy’s kidney. “Filthy fucking monkey.”

You can feel your peak approaching, and as you tighten around Gojo’s fingers he’s able to sense it, too. “Fuck, Suguru, I think she’s about to cum.”

“Not yet.” Suguru reaches out behind him, grabbing one last thing—a Ghostface mask. He fastens it onto his head before turning back to his soon-to-be victim.

“Fuck with our girl, pay the price.”

With that, Geto holds the man’s head up and slowly digs his knife across his throat. Blood pours out in waves, splashing against his body and the floor beneath him. Geto drops him without a care, and the man’s body falls face-first onto the floor as his blood surrounds him in a giant pool.

You gasp, and the shock of the scene in front of you paired with Gojo’s fingers wildly fucking into you has you cumming before you can even notice. Your eyes squeeze shut and your legs shake as your orgasm hits, your body going weak as Gojo holds you up.

When you open your eyes, Geto stands in front of you, still donning his bloody mask and knife.

You pant heavily, staring up at your boyfriend who slowly tilts his head while staring down at you.

“So you’re really Ghostface?” you ask, feeling dumb as soon as the question is out. You just watched him kill a man right in front of you. He rustles around his cloak, pulling out a small device. He clicks the button on the side of the device, bringing it up to his mask. “Not just me.” The device is a voice changer, you realize, and the voice that comes out is different from his own—much more gravelly, much more like that of a killer. You know exactly what he’s implying. You crane your neck to look at the man nuzzling into your hair.

“You too, Satoru?”

He places a kiss on the side of your head. “You know it, baby.”

A moment of silence passes before you speak up again.

“Is that why we also have the best sex coincidentally after the news hits of the killings around town?” 

Your question is answered not by words, but by the cheeky grin on Gojo’s face.

“Clearly you enjoy it just as much as we do.” Geto continues, he runs his hands over your breasts, tracing the curves of your body until he reaches your wet folds, fingering at them. You gasp, still sensitive from your release.

“You’re not the only one who got worked up all over it.” He moves his robes around, and you see that Geto is sporting a boner.

“Fuck, that’s hot, babe,” Gojo whines from behind you. You silently agree.

Geto smirks. “It’ll be hotter once it’s inside of her.” His hands grip around your hips, pulling your pelvis closer to his. He deftly strips his lower half, his cock springing free from its confines in front of you. He goes to lift his mask up, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“K-keep it on, please.” You can feel your face heat up, from embarrassment or arousal though, you aren’t entirely sure.

You can just imagine the smirk that Geto has on his face beneath it. “Dirty girl.” He agrees to the request, and the mask stays secured to his face.

Gojo breathes heavily from behind you, no doubt entranced by Geto just like you are.

“So greedy,” Geto hums. He gives his cock a few tugs and then lines it up with your pussy. You both hiss at the stretch of him inside of you, your insides pulsating with the new sensation.

“Oh, God,” you moan, clutching onto Geto’s shoulders like your life depended on it.

“There’s no God here,” he whispers into your ear, his hips pumping into you at a rapid pace, “only us.”

Gojo drops to his knees, his eyes focused on where you and Geto are connected. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “look at you too. He leans up, his tongue licking a long strip from Geto’s balls all the way to you opening. He slurps at your wetness as it sloshes out of you with Geto’s thrusts.

“Oh, yes, more!” you cry out. Gojo’s tongue feels like perfection as he expertly moves it around to hit your most sensitive spots. You can tell that Geto is also affected by the way his hips stutter, his rhythmic thrusts becoming more jerky.

“Such a whore for us.” Geto’s hands come up to grip your face, and you finally notice how the two of you are now covered in the blood of the man he just killed. The realization causes you to gasp and your walls flutter around Geto.

“Oh?” He looks at the way your pupils dilated on seeing the blood across both you and himself. “You like being covered in blood? So naughty,” he teases.

From his position on the ground, Gojo is able to reach the man’s corpse, and he sticks his hand in the puddle of blood that has yet to dry. He brings his blood-covered hands back up to your body, rubbing them all over your stomach and chest.

You moan as Gojo covers your body in blood, smearing it all over you. Your boyfriend reveals a toothy grin. “I like this look on her.”

Geto hums in agreement, dragging a hand down your body. “Get back over here,” he says to Gojo. He obeys, alternating between putting his mouth on your pussy and Geto’s cock.

“’M gonna cum again,” you stutter out, nails digging into the black robe.

Geto laughs. “Are you?” Suddenly, he pulls out his bloody knife, positioning it up to your neck. Your pussy grips him even tighter, your arousal so close to reaching its peak. “Such a bad girl. Squirming all over my dick with a knife to your throat.”

Gojo chimes in with a laugh. “Getting fucked by a killer’s cock while his victim is right next to you. Fuck, she’s clenching so hard around you, Suguru.”

You don’t even have time to protest or talk back before you cum, releasing your juices all over Geto’s cock, remnants falling onto Gojo’s face.

Geto’s release isn’t far behind your own.

“Fucking take it,” he groans, and his dick pulsates as he finally cums inside of you. His warm cum feels so good in your pussy, and you whimper when he finally pulls out of you. 

Gojo’s tongue quickly replaces the feeling, however, and he greedily licks up both your arousal and Geto’s cum. You dig your fingers through his white locks as he eats you out like a man starved. Geto stands back, surveying the scene in front of him with pleasure.

When Gojo pulls away from your pussy, you practically collapse on top of him. He brings you down into his lap, bringing his lips up to your ear. His next words send a shock of pleasure down your spine and arousal churning in your core.

“Next time, you can watch me get a kill.”

[ratsummer]

Imagine Phantom and Aurora hearing Copia growl for the first time.

They're finally all together in a full rehearsal for the first time since the newbies were summoned. Phantom and Aurora have made remarkable progress, both as musicians and as new additions to the band ghoul pack. They've gotten enough technical skill down that they can actually loosen up and have fun in rehearsal!

Copia is up at the front of the room with Cirrus, having her run through her Mummy Dust solo. This leaves everyone to their own devices for a bit, and the energy in the room is bright and silly. Aurora is practically weeping on the floor, desperately trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard at Cumulus, who is quietly performing her background vocals to Rats in her best Minnie Mouse impression. Swiss is also goofing off, doing a silly, flailing dance around Mountain's drum kit, BADLY humming the Miasma sax solo. Mountain is only kind of dancing along in his seat, most of his energy devoted to watching Swiss' hips. Dew and Rain are offering feedback to Phantom, who's insisting on showing them the many poses he wants to try holding while playing guitar.

Once Copia and Cirrus are happy with the adjustments they've made, he claps his hands to call his ghoul pack back to attention. The energy is so good, everyone is buzzing with it, and he knows how to direct it.

"Alright, alright, my lovely ghouls," he practically crows, "Mummy Dust! Let's take it from the top! I'll join in this time. Phantom, Aurora, give it your all, yes? Let's run the whole thing for Cirrus, then we'll tighten up some of those cues. Mountain, Phantom, bring us in!"

And just like that, they're off. Almost immediately, Swiss is giggling at Phantom strutting around like a little rooster. He's bouncing along so much as he watches Phantom that he's messing up his own rhythm on guitar. Copia, determined to avoid being derailed so instantly, frantically waves Swiss' attention to him and then emphatically gestures to get him back on beat. As such, he misses his first lyric, but Aurora and Cumulus nail their timing. They harmonize beautifully, holding hands and swaying their hips as they lean into their performance.

Copia is thrilled. His heart is racing alongside Mountain's drumming, Rain's bass buzzing in his bones. He opens his mouth and absolutely throws himself into the first verse, only to be drowned out a few beats in by a horrific, metallic scratching sound.

He whirls around to find both of his newest summons in apparent distress. Aurora seems to have tripped and fallen on her ass, back pressed to Cumulus' legs. Phantom is frozen in place, wide eyes, clutching his guitar so tightly his claws are surely leaving impressions. Both of them are panting, tails lashing. Neither of them will look at Copia, staring steadfastly to the side, chins tipped up. The room is dead silent, save for a tiny, reedy whine coming from Aurora.

Suddenly, Swiss and Rain are cackling. Cumulus is also giggling as she gets down on her knees by Aurora, cooing to her and scratching at the base of her horns. Dew is grinning like an idiot as he gently pets the back of Phantom's neck, where all of his fur is standing up like an agitated dog.

"Eh, what is going on?" Papa asks, frozen in place. He's not sure what went wrong, and certainly not sure what to do.

"Oh, everything is alright, Papa," Cirrus says, drumming her claws along the top of her keyboard as she smiles at the new summons. "We just... Forgot to warn the newbies."

"Warn them?"

Cirrus hums. "Your growl. When you sing like that, you sound very dominant, Papa. It can be... intense, even when we know it's coming."

"Ah. Um." All of Copia's confusion and concern for his ghouls immediately and painfully transitions to embarrassment and... something fluttering, not yet nameable, beneath his ribs.

"That's our satanic pope," Rain sighs dreamily, "Always so eloquent." He yelps when Mountain pelts a drumstick at his back, nailing him directly between his shoulder blades.

"I apologize," Copia starts slowly, wringing his hands. He feels sweat prickling along his hairline, his clothes are suddenly far too warm. "I hadn't realized my performance would have this, ah, effect. I don't recall this happening before?"

Cirrus and Swiss are suddenly flashing brilliant, pointed smiles.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Papa," Swiss purrs, "When the rest of us were new, we all had the surprise spoiled for us."

"A tragedy, really," Cirrus agrees, though her smile doesn't budge. "I remember how I felt my first time, and I knew what was coming. We wanted to make sure Rory and The Bug got the full effect!"

"A little mean," Cumulus says, "But I think you'll find they aren't too upset about it." She presses a kiss between Aurora's horns, but the breathless little ghoulette barely seems to notice. Her gaze is locked on Copia.

"Yeah," Phantom rasps, "I'm okay, Papa." Copia manages to break eye contact with Rory, only to barely choke back a moan at the sight of Phantom. The little ghoul is slumped back on Dew, who's purring and massaging Phantom's scruff. There's a healthy blush glowing across his nose and cheeks, and his hips are twitching against his guitar.

Copia coughs and adjusts his jacket. "Well. Okie dokie." He's fumbling for something to say, anything, when blessedly, Mountain chimes in.

"Well, should we take it from the top?"

"Eh, are you sure that's a good-"

"They gotta get used to it, Papa!" Cirrus says sweetly, "Just like the rest of us."

"Hmm. Okay. Yes. Yessiree Bob, even." Copia hems and haws for a moment, clapping his hands a bit as he considers whether trying again when his new summons are clearly in a state is a good idea.

"Papa? I want to do it again."

That unnamable feeling behind Papa's ribs shifts, stirring its wings at the breathiness in Aurora's voice. She at least appears to have collected herself a bit. She's clutching Cumulus' hand tightly, but she's back on her feet. Her tail is still flicking about behind her, but it's more intentional somehow, more focused. Her gaze is intense, locked on Copia. He takes a deep breath, nodding, though he can't help feeling a bit like a rat walking into an ambush.

"And you, Phantom? Shall we try once more, diavoletto?"

"Yes, Papa. I want to do it." Phantom, too, is looking a bit better. He's no longer tucked into Dew's shoulder. Instead, he's standing tall, shoulders square and grip on his guitar firm. Though his tail is wrapped tightly around Dew's thigh, he's staring at Copia with the same intensity as Aurora.

"But I think after we run it we should take a break," Phantom suggests.

"Yes!" Aurora almost shouts, "A break. A break immediately after. That's perfect. Maybe even a little walk. Papa, we should go for a walk on our break."

"A walk sounds great," Phantom agrees. "Can I come?"

Swiss cackles, air high-fiving Cirrus across the room. "Oh Bug, I think Copia and Rory will let you come. Again, and again, and ag-"

"Alright!" Copia cries, voice breaking a bit. "Alright, yes! From the top!"

He takes his place once more, front and center. He shakes and rolls his shoulders, letting the movement travel all the way down to his fingertips. He bounces on his toes, adjusts his jacket. Maybe his ghouls are fine to go again, but Copia is suddenly full of a strange, nervous tension. Or something. That feeling in his chest is ballooning, pressing hard on his lungs. The hair on the back of his neck is standing on end, his skin tingling. He's being watched, which is normal, of course, but he doesn't usually feel so... hunted. Is he getting sick? No, he's just being paranoid. Everything is fine. But... Maybe a break isn't such a bad idea after all.

"Mountain, Phantom, you know what to do," he says, hopping in place a bit to disperse the jitters.

"And then we'll take a break, of course."

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Yeah, I don't know c: I threw a note about writing my thoughts on Phantom and Aurora hearing Copia growl for the first time and it was based on a post I saw and @anotherbananasong was involved but for the LIFE of me I cannot find it???

Well, anyway, this happened c: The ghouls like growly Copia, what more is there to say?

[paladin--strait]

soulmates part 2

luke hughes x reader

part 1 here! series masterlist here!

tw!!: some language, mentions of sex, verbal arguements, use of y/n, reader can be depicted as any body shape/size. this story moves kinda fast, since I want it to only be a couple of parts long.

warning: this is a complete work of fiction. I am no way saying or implying that these people act the way the do in the story. as always, this is really cringey as I'm still figuring out my writing style! I am open to any sort of constructive criticism! thank you for reading and enjoy!

y/n's pov;

the chatter of the lake house game room was loud, just as expected considering the amount of players and their partners that are packed into the smaller room. I was nestled in the corner with a drink tucked in my hand, watching jamie and trevor play a 'friendly' game of pool.

the boys bicker and laugh while they play, joking around with their friends. but the rumble of my hungry stomach is enough to bring me out of my trance of watching the game. I walk to jack, and ask if I can get something to eat, to which he says yes before I make my way to the kitchen.

the kitchen is packed full of yummy foods that can either be cooked and prepared or can just be enjoyed the way they are. I eventually settle on some chips and dip for my small meal, enough to fill me up but enough to leave space for me to eat dinner later.

I soon hear the sound of footsteps traveling down the hall that leads to the kitchen and it catches my attention, pulling me away from my food to see who it is.

its kaitlyn.

and if looks could kill I would be dead right now.

her arms cross against her chest as she stands with purpose. "I don't appreciate you flirting with my boyfriend." she says, slowly. even though her voice is soft, with the tone and the way she says her statement, I know she means business. "I see the way that you look at him and talk to him. he's not interested in you so I hope you can get that through your fat skull quick enough to know not to mess with me." she states, slowly getting louder and closer to me before she laughs and pokes her finger into my forehead.

I stifle back a laugh before I push her finger off of my forehead. oh how I wish she could see that look on her face right now.

her face is red, boiling with anger and jealousy while she breathes huffs of hot and boozy smelling air in my face. I soon can't find the strength to hold back my laugh any longer, and the cackle that escapes my throat is like no other laugh that I've heard leave confines my mouth.

if its even possible, her face turns a deeper red the more I laugh. I can physically see her body twitching and trembling with fury while I'm attempting to calm my laughing fit.

"oh sweetheart, I'm honored that you think I'm fake enough for jack. it seems to be his type considering all the girls he's been with all look like you. plastic."

I'll apologize to jack for that one later.

"listen here you dumb fuck! I could beat the shit out of your fat ass. don't even test me." she yells, not aware of the growing crowd of people behind her, including all of the hughes brothers. "I've been with more guys than you can even think of! and most of them are celebrities. nobody seems to mind that I supposedly look like plastic because I get more dick than a pornstar does anyways! why do you think I'm here? I've hooked up with soccer players, football players, volleyball players, basketball players, and now I'm about to hook up with a hockey player and I will not let you get in my way!" she yells, the grip she has on her brand new iphone getting harder.

"I don't think y/n be the one getting in your way of getting into jack's pants tonight." quinn yells out and kaitlyn freezes, her eyes going wide as she slowly turns to look behind her, seeing that she has attracted everyone in the house. and they all saw her little outburst of jealousy.

"seems the only one stopping you from that is yourself. it looks like you were to busy only thinking about yourself that you can't even pay attention to your surroundings. I bet that you wouldn't even know it if a snake bit you just then." I say with a chuckle. "I also hope that you know that i don't care anything about fucking with jack. I barely know the guy and he's not even my type. but I hope you can think over your life choices in your ride home, bitch."

I barely have time to think over what I'm doing before I 'accidentally' spill a cup of lemonade all over her phone and expensive clothes, causing her to drop it. "oh no...oops!" I say with a smile. her mouth drops open, while she bends down to pick up the phone to see that the screen is completely cracked, sticky from the lemonade, and it won't even turn on. "I guess you can't call an uber. looks like you''ll have to walk home..." I shrug, refilling my cup and looking her while she screams her lungs out at me before running to the door. "make sure you grab your STDs on the way out!" I yell out at her, smiling.

jack came over and thanked me for saving him from in his words, 'such a crazy bitch' and quinn came over to cheer me on for winning my little fight.

"there's the y/n I know!" quinn says, hugging me tight and shaking me.

I laugh and pat him on the shoulder after he pulls away fro. the hug. "thanks for chiming in, quinnifer. I was getting a little worried since I didn't really know what to say." I say with a lighthearted laugh.

we chat a little more about it then decide to let that be in the past and continue to enjoy the rest of our night at the lake house.

people end up leaving to go to their own hotels or air bnb's for bed and the people staying here slowly navigate to their rooms. eventually leaving me and luke in the game room. "wanna go outside and sit on the dock, luke?" I ask with a sigh. it's been awkward between us since we met and I wish that would go stop.

"sure. we can go out on the boat if you want?" he says, and I agree while he walks over the key and coat rack. "you can wear my devils jacket so you don't have to dig through your suitcase to find yours. I usually get it a size or two larger than usual so it's not tight. I don't like tight jackets." he explains while he hands me the jacket. I look at it in my hands and see the devils emblem with his name and number on the chest area. I smile and I feel my face heat up slightly so I look away, trying to hide my blush.

luke and I slip on our jackets as we walk outside onto the dock and closer to the boat. he jumps in and then holds out his hand to help me get in. I thank him and take a seat on one of the built in benches while luke drives the boat out into the lake. "you should come out here with the guys and I sometime. sometimes we bring the jetski's and we just mess around a lot. but other times we just sit and talk. it's a lot of fun." he says, stopping the boat and coming to sit beside me.

"I bet. quinn has already begged me to come out here with you guys tomorrow and I think if I don't come he'll probably kill me." I say with a laugh. "but it sounds like fun so I'll most likely come with you guys." luke laughs along with me and we sit in scilence for a few minutes. just looking around at the stars and the beautifully lit docks from other people's lake houses.

"hey y/n, I'm sorry about earlier. when you came onto the dock to introduce yourself to me? I was really nervous. I'm gonna be honest with you, you're the prettiest girl I've ever met and I was worried that I would fall for you and I was scared about that since I thought you were quinn's girl. he's my brother and if I fell for you while you two were together I don't know what I would do or what quinn would say about it. until he told me that y'all weren't a thing and that he thought we would be perfect together...sorry for being so rude and awkward." luke says, looking up at the stars before looking back down at my wide eyes.

"luke, quinn and I aren't a thing. we never have and never will be. I've always seen quinn as an older brother type of friend. when I met him, I was scared and alone in a club that my friend left me at while she went to hook up with some guy. this man that was way older than me was hitting on me and he wouldn't leave me alone until quinn and brock came up and scared the guy off. he found out I was new to the area and kinda took me under his wing. he's always talked about you and jack so much and I was super excited to meet you guys. he told me not to tell you this when I met you but since it seems he told you the same thing, I guess I'll just say it. but he said that he can see us becoming the perfect couple and that he really wanted for me to meet you so 'he can be right'. those were his words by the way." I explain to luke, watching his eyes go wide. "quinn moved me out of my apartment that I lived in with my ex best friend, moved me into his apartment with him, and got me a job in media with the canucks. he really helped me out and the more time we spent with each other, the more we became best friends. "

luke nods and then asks me some questions about how life was living with quinn and whether if he was a good roommate or not.

"luke. let's get back to what we both said earlier. we both said that quinn told us we would be perfect together, right? I hope you don't think that I just came down here so I could meet you and become your girlfriend and become famous and all that. that wasn't my goal and I hope you don't feel that way because that isn't what I meant for it to seem like." I spit out, rushing my words because I really don't want him to feel that way.

sure, I wanted to meet the person who is my supposed 'soulmate'. but I also wanted to spend time with my best friend and meet all of his friends and family. my fingers twitch and my leg bounces while I wait for his response.

"I didn't think of it that way at all." he responds. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "I just thought you came down here to be with quinn and to meet us. and don't worry about it, I didn't think about you like that at all." he pats my shoulder and laughs.

"okay good." I say with a laugh and look up to look at the stars, "the sky is so clear. it's like you can see every star in the galaxy out here. it's so beautiful"

luke chuckles, "yeah, I agree. the view is beautiful." I turn to look at him while he talks and I realize that he's been looking at me the whole time.

I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks but I pull the jacket tighter around me to keep my body warm. my eyes widen when I feel luke's arms reach around my waist and pull me into his chest.

"we can go back to the house soon. I just want to stay out here with you for a bit longer." he mutters into my hair, and I wrap my arms around his waist too, getting more comfortable.

I hum and close my eyes, the feeling of sleep overtaking me.

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I wake up to luke saying my name and shaking my shoulders. I sit up and stretch, opening my eyes and its bright, the sun hitting my face.

"y/n, we fell asleep on the boat! we need to get back to the house now before quinn kills me." luke yells, turning the keys and starting the boat, driving back to house while I fall in and out of sleep in the seat.

when we get back, luke gets off of the boat and helps me out.

"luke warren hughes! I can't believe you!" quinn yells out, speed walking towards us, his little posse behind him. luke and I's eyes go wide and we look at each other with fear. "I can't believe you two fell asleep on the boat. I called both of you and your phones went off on the couch. what if you ran out of gas last night? how would we have found y'all?" quinn goes on and on about how dangerous it was but luke and I don't listen.

luke gives me a mischievous look and I smile back while giving him a nod. he grabs my hand and runs with me straight past quinn and the rest of the people who followed him and back into the house, running straight for the front door and out to luke's car. we laugh and jump in, taking off down the driveway while quinn is yelling at luke behind us.

"well since he didn't kill me then, he'll definitely kill me later." luke's laughter fills the car and soon mine does too. "so, where are we going? breakfast?" he says, looking over at me, but still keeping his eyes on the road.

"yeah, breakfast sounds great. where though?" I ask. we talk about it and soon settle on a local cafe. one that doesn't get a lot if attention so luke wouldn't be bothered while eating his breakfast.

"I'm scared for you when we go home." I laugh, "you would think that since he wants us to date so bad that he would be okay with us spending time with each other."

luke agrees and we continue chatting while we eat. we talk about what he and jack do in their free time, and what quinn and I do in our free time. I ask him about what type of drills they do during practice and whether or not they skate suicides when they mess up and I ask him lots of other stuff too.

our conversation is going really well and I'm getting to know luke really well. but its all cut short when I make eye contact with a new customer who just walked through the door. its quinn. and he's pissed.

[haecien]

SEVENTEENS reaction to their s/o being scared/screaming about bugs.

Note: I have no idea who is & is not scare of bugs in svt... this is just my interpretation!! If there is a video/post about this tell me!!! also fun fact, a Cockroach was roaming around my room while writing

Warning: mentions of killing, the word die😭 all of this is jokes, none of these are real! slight cursing!

Genre: fluff, jst fluff

766 words 3,883 characters

C.SC -

At first he thought you were dying when he heard your blood curtailing scream, turns out there was a fly just roaming around and it happen to just touch your face.

Now he has learned to carry at least 1 tiny can of bug spray just for you, it gives him a heart attack over your screams. He finds it a bit cute whenever you clung to him after seeing a bug near you.

Y.JH -

Same reaction for the first time of coups. But.... instead of comforting he just... almost teased you to death/j

He'd secretly hide those fake toys of bugs ALL around your shared house/apartment/...idk any living place lmao

You'd almost kill him for doing that, still gets you everytime. Ofc he made it up to you, he is still your boyfriend after all

" Hey... come on I'm sorry! I forgot to remove itt"

*silent treatment*

H.JS -

He would try to calm you down at first, if you were still wailing about the bug he would try and kill it or carefully place it outside.

He would endlessly caress you and tell you that you're alright

(Bro im giggling)

"Joshua i swear ill love you til I die" " Then die😊🤭" /j

(If ykyk)

W.JH-

Who knows he'll eat the bug, jk. He would prob scream with you, he'll act up like " I'll protect you! " then comes running back to you terrified

" YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS THAT BIG " " WAAAHAA I KNOW... "

Eventually he sucked it up and very "bravely" shoo shoo away the bug. BEGONE! " You know! I was just acting, I wasn't really scared... " " Totally.... "

K.SY-

" AAAAAAAAA " Wow is HE more scared than YOU? Yes, a matter of fact he is.... " You know i've seen tigers beat bigger enemies... yet you're scared of a single bug?? I guess you're not really a tiger. "

Those exact words, they made him furious and he quickly got a broom and vigorously whacked the bug away! In times of need you just made him question his identity as a tiger.

J.WW-

Honestly, would be kinda chill. He carefully took a piece of paper and a glass and scooped up the bug and placed it outside.

He asked if you wanted to play with him to help you calm down, you said yes NEVER wanting to set a foot outside right now. (Ok now imagine resting your head on his broad ass shoulders while playing and he'd run his fingers through your hair)

L.JH-

Same reaction as Wonwoo, BUT It would take him awhile to come down from his room😭the time he came down you'd almost started thinking of burning this entire house to the ground. (No reason, i keep thinking about the fluffy hair jihoon with THE black turtleneck shirt that's kinda tight)

X.MH-

So... Fuck it he's letting you take care of it/j yeah he's gnna flame that bug, BURN THE WITCH! If he mocks you about this you would bring up the thing with him and frogs😭(if you don't know I remember seeing a video of seeing minghao being scared of irl frogs but not animated ones ex: keroppi)

K.MG-

Hes a big boy... but he's just a puppy tbh, LITTERALLY LOOK (I got off track sorry HAJSJSK Free gyu pics ig HAHA)

Deff is also scared of the bugs too, poor baby just stood there frozen while the bug flew on his face. Prob had to call a friend to help you HAHA

L.SK-

You know he's gnna hit those high notes, who's going to help you both in this state oh my god. "YOU'RE THE MAN. GO GET IT. " the bug flew away before you both could even do anything " Sunshine i drove it away!! " ".... YaaYyyy.... " *dies*

H.VC-

" HANSOL... " he looked at you confused literally deadass holding the now DEAD bug in his hands " what do I do with it? Throw it o-- " "NO! " bitch I thought you were scared of it " ... ill just do whatever "

B.SK-

He gets scared easily too so... hajimalago/j would be sassy about it " Why don't you get it! You saw it first " kind of guy you'd end up bickering with him too much that the bug decided to just dip out

L.CN-

The only guy who actually protected you HELP, you'd move to another room and let him take care of it. He'd keep reassuring you that you were fine and that the bug was gone, no more bugs will bother you anymore

[brrrkdslek]

MINGI, YUNHO & THE PROFESSOR!

✦ 2 — YUNHO &

❒ you loved all your students equally. actually, scratch that. you loved them sure, but no one beats your top student, jeong yunho. along with the lowest, song mingi. curiosity takes you on a ride as you find out the two are secretly lovers.

❒ college au, teeth-rotting toe-curling smut, student! yunho, professor! male! reader

❒ cheating, dacryphilia, non-consensual (at first), praising, hickies, semi-public sex, good boy! yunho, nipple play, choking kink, hand fetish, possessiveness, teasing, creampie

"so, this equation here..." you pointed at the written equation on the white board with your dry-erase marker. looking around to make sure the students understood the material, you roll your eyes as a few students start dozing off.

"guys, i know finals are over but don't think i can't reduce your marks to zero right now." you lean against the board and smirk seeing the sleeping students now rising from the dead, sitting straight with the biggest smiles on their faces.

you let out a breathy laugh, "ha, that's more like it." spinning the marker with your fingers, you continue to solve the equation, glancing back at the students every once in a while, especially your top student, jeong yunho.

he was sat nicely in the front row, just where you liked. he works diligently and jots down everything from what you write to what you say. he is a 10/10 student as all the other teachers have said too.

you lick your bottom lip as you stare at the male jotting down notes for a few seconds. he looked so cute today... so cute you just wanted to fuck him full of your cum, and you'll make sure that happens today.

as the class comes to an end, you dismiss the students, packing up yourself but pausing as you see yunho still seated, chin propped against his palm.

you followed his eyes to your hands, which were erasing the white board. you smirk and finish cleaning the board before walking towards a dozed-off yunho, tapping his shoulder gently. "uh- huh?" he looks up and turns red seeing you kneeling at the height of the bench and smiling at him, "oh- sorry! i must have dozed off... i'll get going n-" you pulled him back down, "how about we chat a bit, hm?"

yunho bit back his grin and nodded, eager to chat with his favourite professor. you pull him towards your desk as he leaned against the desk, you sat at your chair, "so, top scoring again, huh?" you grinned as he let out a happy giggle, "only for my favourite professor!"

how cute. you got up from your seat, "i heard you've been tutoring mingi, correct?" he physically stiffens at the mention of his lover, "ah- yes, i've been tutoring him for a fee months now-" "weird. although the too student is tutoring him, he still failed his finals," you slowly crept towards him as his ass hits the edge of your desk, leaning in at the shell of his ear,"it'd be a shame if you were doing something else other than studying, right?"

yunho shivers, hands placed on your chest, pushing you away. but you don't budge, instead you leaned even closer to him, lips brushing his ear, hot breath making him all dizzy. he gripped your shirt, biting back a whimper when you suddenly pull away. "but of course, you wouldn't do that," caressing his cheek gently, you bring his face closer to yours, so that you were only inches apart, "after all, you're my best student, there's no way you'd... do something you're not supposed to, right?"

yunho swallows before nodding slowly. sliding your fingers along his jawline to tilt his chin up, "s-sir, we shouldn't-" yunho felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, he wanted it so bad, he wanted you so bad. but he couldn't, not when- "-mingi is waiting out there for you.' did i get that right?" you smirk as you see his smile falter, absolutely terrified. "h-how, i- i'm sorry...!" he looks down in despair, dreading what you were going to do with him next.

you cooed, "hey, there's no problem. i'm just worried about you," you hold his waist gently and press your chest against him, face only inches apart, "no, sir- i- no, we shouldn't..." ignoring him you kiss up his neck, sending the butterflies in his stomach swarming. "do you really think, mingi, who is labeled as kq's 'himbo' would stay loyal to such a good man such as yourself?" his hands which were on your chest, grips the fabric in his hand, "w-what do you mean?" "now i'm not saying this for certain, but i heard he hooked up with one of the seniors-" "what? no- mingi wouldn't that, he- he wouldn't do that to me..." he began tearing up, "there's no way..."

"would he?" you nibbled at the skin of his neck, hands squeezing his waist gently. yunho bit his lip, he knew the answer well, he just didn't want to believe, he didn't want to believe that mingi would do that to him. he let a tear slip out as he moaned quietly, wrapping his hands around your neck. you slowly laid him on the desk, shoving your things off of it in a hurry. you bit and sucked at his neck like you were a starved man, he whimpered and felt his toes curl inside his shoes.

pulling away, you hum in satisfaction at the disheveled yunho. there were tears prickling the corners of his eyes, hair messy, shirt crumpled, and a big noticeable erection from his jeans. "so, should we?" you lift up his shirt, whistling at you brushed your fingers over his toned abs, sending shivers down his spine. "j-just this once..." you frowned a bit, "just once? awe, i guess i have to make the most out of it then."

yunho coughed out as your hand flew up to his neck, squeezing gently. his hands flew to grip your wrist, letting out a breathy moan, he squeezed his legs together. looking up at you, he bit his lip as he smiled lustfully at you. "you like this don't you?" squeezing harder, he moaned out, music to your ears. you smirked, "i see you watching my hands every lesson, baby. you think you're slick, huh?" letting go of him, yunho whimpers at the emptiness before taking in a deep breath, "i can't believe my good yunho is so," you caressed his cheek, "bad and sexy..."

"sir..." you hummed, "please, i- i want you..." he buried his face in your chest from embarrassment, you smiled widely at that, "gladly." leaning down, you capture the boy's lip in a hot kiss. slipping your tongue into his mouth, he moaned at the feeling, letting you take full charge. "taste so good..." you mumbled against his lips, grinding his hips against yours. yunho whimpered and toyed with your hair, messing it up.

pulling away, a string of saliva connecting between your lips, eyes never leaving each other, your grip on his hips tightens as you rub against him. yunho began tearing up again, shutting his eyes as he cried. you panicked, "oh god, nonono- baby, oh, what's going on?" you hold his face in your hands, wiping the tears that were falling. "i- i can't believe mingi would ch-cheat on me...!" he cried as you held him in your arms, "he doesn't deserve you, love."

you kiss his forehead as he breathes in, "you're such a good man, he's missing out." kissing him again, yunho tangles his limbs with yours, never wanting this to end. he internally curses himself for never choosing you first, he was so afraid just because you were a teacher and he was a student. but now, does it even matter anymore? not just from you, but he's heard from his friends that mingi was a player and fucked around. yunho was pure and gave him the benefit of the doubt, which he regrets now.

you brush his fluffy hair and coo, "i should make you forget about him for now, hm?" licking a stripe up his neck, he only whimpers and pulls you in closer, "would you like that, my love?" he felt his stomach do flips at the nickname, he flashed you a tiny smile before nodding his head. "i should reward you, anyways. you did so well on the exam, my little champ." connecting your lips, you made out with him passionately.

"f-fuck me already, sir!" yunho mumbled against your lips, thighs gripping your hips as he grinded into you impatiently. you laugh, "so impatient," you kiss his cheek, "so damn pretty, yuyu..." yunho breathed heavily, his hands unmoving from above his head.

as you unbuckled your belt and slid your pants off, yunho ripped open your dress shirt and almost drooled at the sight of your muscular bod. sure, it was prominent even when you wore sweaters over your dress shirts in winter, outlining your juicy pecs. but god, seeing it close-up is a way better experience than daydreaming about it during classes.

slidding your boxers down, your lengthy cock sprung to life. yunho's hole clenched and unclenched at the sight of your large girth, eyes begging you to put it in already. and for a moment, yunho forgets that he ever had a boyfriend, just enjoying this moment as much as he could. since he never knew if this would be the first and last time he'd get such treatment.

grinning, you pull yunho close and rub your tip against his hole, teasing him in the process. kissing up his jawine, you muttered against his ear, "'aight prince, this might hurt so hold onto me, m'kay?" yunho shivered slightly as he nodded, a bit anxious about your size. he buried his head into your neck as you slowly pushed yourself in, not even needing lube as you both are both literally and figuratively dripping.

yunho let out a tiny high-pitched moan just below your ear, almost making you go manic. gripping his thighs eagerly, you continue to slowly push yourself in, not wanting to hurt the male. yunho shut his eyes in a daze, the full feeling at his stomach making his body shake with pleasure. you could be inside him forever and he wouldn't ever mutter a word of complain.

you groaned roughly as you bit down on his neck, drawing out a lengthy moan from the taller male. as you pushed in completely, yunho felt your tip brush against his prostate, making his eyes roll backwards. you laugh at the male, gripping his throat gently, "we barely started and you're already close," you tutted, "maybe this will end earlier than i thought, hm?" you pulled out as yunho's eyes widen, "n-no! i... i can hold it in, sir! please, please please!" tears started forming at the corners of his eyes as he pleaded for you pathetically. hands gripping your shoulders as his body still shook.

suddenly, your hips snap forward, filling him with warmth once again. yunho yelped as his toes curled, nails scratching along your shoulder blades, eyes twitching from the pain and pleasure. you nibbled at the shell of his ear as he adjusted with your large genital, "heh, i was only joking, baby~ how could i ever leave a gem as rare as you?" quickly, you catch his lips in a heated makeout sesh, slowly dragging your cock against his velvety walls. you groaned into the kiss when he clenched against your dick, you swore he could've cut it in half with how tight he was.

yunho moaned, tangling his fingers with your hair. he felt like he was in heaven, the feeling so dreamy, yet so real. he felt every pulse, twitch and movement of your cock, milking it along the way. yunho grinned as your grip on his thighs tightened, making him all giddy. pulling away from the kiss, yunho whimpered, "sir, faster please!" laying himself back onto the desk surface, he positioned his arms above his head as he looked up at you with lust in his eyes, begging you silently to fuck him already.

you peck his lip, "you're wish is my command, prince." as if on cue, you began thrusting harshly into the boy, sending waves of pleasure into his body and all the way to his cock, which was holding itself from cumming on the spot. yunho's body bounced with each thrust, moans aligning with the beat of your thrusts. lewd noises of skin slapping and yunho's moans echoed through the large hall, making the two's horniness shoot through the roof.

you leaned down and caught his nipple between your teeth, biting and sucking it. "ah- no, sir!" yunho felt electricity shoot throughout his body the moment your teeth made contact with his already erect nipple, "n-not there, ngh~!" tears fell from his eyes at the overwhelming sense of pleasure he was feeling at the moment. he never wanted this to end, and he never wanted to part from you again.

you bit down at the flesh of his chest, making the boy moan out loud as his grip on your hair tightened, making you moan too. pulling away from his chest, a string of saliva still connected between your bottom lip and his nipple, you look down to see the boy's stomach covered in his own cum. you giggled, "gosh, am i that good?" you caressed his teary face, "i'm flattered." bloodshot eyes look up at you, "will this happen again? i-i just don't wanna be away from you..." he began tearing up again at the thought of him being your one night stand, it broke his little heart. yunho felt your cock twitch and- did it just get bigger?

yunho's eyes widen, "w-why did it just-" "did i tell you i have a fetish for when you cry?" massaging his hips gently, you slowly fucked into him as you maintained eye contact, filled with passion and lust, so much desire, and so much love. yunho's face heated up along with the tips of his ears, "every time you cried to me when you did bad on an exam, i had to stop myself from fucking you right then and there," yunho looked away from your burning gaze, "you can from now on..." you grinned, "i-i don't mind-" yunho moaned out as you sufdenly thrusted manically again.

his hips were bruising at how tight you were gripping it, eyes closed and head thrown back as you continued thrusting into him, groaning every few seconds. you fixed your composure and grinned evilly at the sight of yunho's twitching cock, your hand immediately flying to jerk him off, sending him off the rails.

"ah! sir, wait- mmh~! i'll cum if you-" tightening your grip on his cock, your hand matching the pace of your thrusts, his back arched as he came in got, white ropes, dripping down his dick and onto your hands, you came a few seconds after him, spraying your seeds deep inside him. yunho whimpered at the lingering touch of your warm hand as he watched you bring your cum-stained hand to your lips, tongue swirling across your fingers as you swallowed his cum, the salty taste lingering in your tongue.

just as he thought it was over, you started thrusting again. "what!? ah- wait! that's enough... i-i can't anymore...!" yunho cried at the burning feeling of your cock, his stomached churned at your possessive gaze. "well doll, i need to mark you well, so that you only remember me for the rest of your life~" yunho's cock hardened at the crazy glint in your eyes, cockhead abusing his prostate as he thrusted again and again.

god, he's gonna be so sore for the next month.

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[tainted-liquor]

'Swing By Anytime˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Earth1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Personal Seamstress!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! TWs: cursing, you being Miles's M.J., Reader being mean as encouragement (you'll see babes trust) W/C: 1.1k? A/N: Purely for the sake of the plot, miles is like 18-20. NOT SMUT!

"Gorgeous! You're so pretty, girl! Alright, the changing room is to the left, you can put it on the hook. It'll be ready for you tomorrow when I finish making all the proper altercations." You squealed in pure joy. Since you had been a fashion major, outfits had just poured out of you like run-off. Of course every now and again there were people who wanted things custom ordered, which made you extremely happy. But you knew who your favorite customer was. And, speaking of your favorite customer, he should be here right now. There was a muffled tiny 'thwip' noise that you would have missed if you weren't straining to hear every individual sound over the beat of 'Shirt' By SZA in your studio.

You sighed with a small smile, walking to your studio's window. "Darling, I keep telling you this, I have a door, just strut through it whenever you want" you giggled as you lifted the window pane, coming face-to-face with the one and only Spider-Man. "Whatcha got for me today, my dear?" you asked as you beckoned him inside the studio, taking a set in front of the many vision boards you had pinned down to your desk. "Hey! sorry, snips, I'll use the door next time. And I brought this design plan, actually." He hummed with a smile that was hidden behind his mask. He had a habit of calling you snips due to always seeing you with some sort of scissors, not that you minded anyway. He walked up to you and handed you a folded-up piece of paper, which had a plethora of sketches for a new Spider-Man suit.

Your eyes widened with joy as you took a scan of the paper. Next to the various drawings, there was one circled design with many notes jotted down next to it with measurements, material, color shades, and substitute color shades. It was the most solid suit plan you had ever seen. You turned the paper around to see more notes, and the smaller parts of the suit enlarged. It was perfect from top to bottom. Everything you needed to know was on paper, which made your job unfathomably easier.

"You know I love you for this, right?" You squealed with a wide grin. "Fuck you! How dare you bring such perfection into my studio!" You joked, giving the Spider a tight hug. He chuckled quietly, muttering, "Had to make it easy for my personal seamstress! C'mon, snips, I'd never do that to you." he added as he gave you a pat on the back. Miles usually came into the studio to fix tears or rips in his suit, get patched up, and then swing back out. But recently, he's been talking about reworking his Spider-Suit. So, like a good 'friend' you offered to help him with his project. Of all your clients, only he had given you such a thorough and precise outfit plan.

He began to recall some of his adventures as his alter-ego, letting his mask hook over his nose as he ate some of your cookies on the ceiling. You listened to his experiences as you plucked each corresponding fabric from the fabric closet, placing them next to each other on the ground. You traced each required pattern with a white chalk pencil, referencing the measurements documented on Miles's paper and keeping seam allowance in mind. "Damn, that's crazy...so what'd you do next, B? You had to web her?" you replied as he raved about some Doc-Oc he caught on his way here. "Yeah, I got her in webs and turned her over to the police. She was dead ass putting up a fight too." He spat as he took the final bite of his cookie.

"That's insane...C'mere I gotta make sure I got this little web design right on your mask," You said as you beckoned him to come down from your ceiling. He zipped down, landing on both of his feet within seconds. You held up the small fabric sheet, allowing him to examine the thin markings where his web design would go. "Nice! Looks amazing. Wouldn't expect anything less from mi Costurera personal!" He exclaimed. You smiled delicately as you continued cutting out the patterns, leaving the spaces he wanted to spray paint on blank.

You spent the next 9 hours talking as you finished his suit and mask. He leaned back on your desk, arms crossed against his chest as you explained color theory, why you were sewing his suit inside out, and why you outlined the pattern with white chalk. It was getting dark outside, and you felt slightly drowsy as you finished the last stitches on his mask. "Alright, love, here you go. I'm pretty sure it's the right size, but put it on when you get time and come back if it's too small." you smiled as you hand him the mask. "Oh, dope! Bet." He says as he suddenly pulls off his mask, releasing his fluffy hair from the tight confines of the spandex. Your eyes widened as you slowly realized Spider-Man had casually taken his mask off in front of me.

You didn't hide that you were staring at his entire face, analyzing his features as soon as the mask came off. He chuckled as he put the other mask on, looking in the mirror on the wall to check out his new mask. "It's perfect! It's exactly like how I wanted, you're a literal angel!" he fanboys as he poses like a dork in my mirror. "How much do I owe you?" He asks as he turns around, fidgeting with the gloves of his suit as he pulled out a wad of money from seemingly nowhere. "Pshh, bitch you look amazing. Just take the suit. It's free." I insisted, leaning back in my chair and placing both feet on my desk.

His eyes narrowed as he advanced to me, grabbed my wrist, and firmly placed the money in my hand. "That was 10 hours of work. I'm NOT taking advantage of your labor." He stated, pulling off his mask purely so he could give me the most serious, slightly-offended look of his life. I nodded slowly as I put the money in my bag cautiously. "Good. Thank you, mi angelita!" He added, pressing a small kiss to my forehead. "C'mon, I'll swing you home. I know your studio closed hours ago" he reasoned as he scooped me up from my chair, throwing me over his shoulder and slipping his new mask back on. "Spidey, c'mon its really no trou-" I began

"Miles." He corrected.

I sighed as I packed up his suit, gently wrapping it in a cute little box and signing it with my infamous signature, "M.J." before wrapping both arms around his neck gently and giving him a small kiss on his temple, mentally preparing myself to swing through half the damn city at inhumane speeds.

Miles's eyes widened at the small detail, turning to look behind him slightly with a small smirk.

"M.J, huh?"

[dinsfire24]

Neither of Us Will be Missed

a little something i wrote in a haze at midnight. i've had this idea in my head for a while and it has finally possessed me and forced me to put it on paper. dont mind any pacing errors or spelling errors or grammar errors, the words simply flowed from my fingers and i did not read them again after they left my brain

WARNINGS: blood/violence/injury, probably not canon compliant since i didnt look anything up, madeleine and gunnar's relationship is abusive but it doesn't show much yet

"Come on, boys, we can settle thi-"

Brass knuckles collided with Stan's jaw before he could finish his sentence. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his ass. Stars danced in his vision, a fuzzy halo appearing around the harsh fluorescent lights of the warehouse.

Reggie stepped into his field of view and crouched down to look him in the eye. With a sneer, he told Stan, "Only way we're settling is if you cough up our cash."

Tony popped out from behind Reggie, grinning like the maniac he was. "And you ain't got any cash, Sam," he taunted in that awful sing-song voice.

Stan's mind raced as he searched for a way out of this. He put on his best salesman's smile, despite the coppery taste welling up in his mouth. "Just give me a week, tops," he told them, injecting calmness and bravado into his voice. "I'll get it all to you- plus a little extra for your troubles!"

Wrong thing to say. Reggie's face twisted in disgust, while Tony didn't bother hiding his sadistic glee. The latter's hand darted out and grabbed Stan's wrist, dragging him roughly to his feet; he tried to pull away, but the crazy bastard had an iron grip.

Reggie's gaze, which had been fixed on Stan, shifted to burning a hole in the back of Tony's head. The big boss's eyes narrowed. "Not yet, Tony."

The warning in his voice was enough to make Stan shudder. He'd heard the same tone many times, usually right before a beating. Tony acted unruffled, but the flicker of fear in his eyes was a dead giveaway; he wasn't any safer from Reggie than the other sops in this dead-end town.

Still, the wiry man shot Reggie a shit-eating grin. "Don't be like that, Reg. I was just gonna rough him up a little. Y'know, knock some sense into him!"

Reggie squared his shoulders and opened his mouth. Fortunately for everyone, the distant sound of a whistle cut him off.

Tony jerked away from Stan like he'd been burned. A few of the goons surrounding them simply booked it, and the rest didn't seem much better, brandishing their weapons and whispering amongst themselves. Even Reggie himself stiffened at the sound.

Stan slowly crept away, trying to bring himself closer to the back door. No one even looked at him; they were all staring at the entrance to the warehouse. What the hell was going on?

His answer came in the form of a door flying through the air. A dozen people poured through the new opening, led by a tall, muscular woman dressed in black combat gear. She bolted towards Reggie and Tony, who finally started moving—away from the lady in black.

A gunfight quickly broke out around them, sending the warehouse into chaos. Stan hauled himself into a storage crate so he could watch things play out.

Seeing Tony run wasn't too surprising. The man was a rat who ditched at the first sign of trouble, and he was probably thanking his lucky stars that he wouldn't get thrashed tonight. Reggie, though...

Reggie was a mountain of a man with a thousand dirty tricks up his sleeves, not too different from Stan himself. Unlike Stan, though, he never backed down from a fight. He had his goons do the dirty work for him most of the time, but when it came down to it, he was always able to finish the job. And yet here he was, backing away as this mystery woman sprinted towards him.

She gained on Reggie quick, too, even after he broke into a run. She didn't slow down for a moment. Not when she tackled him to the ground, not when she brought her fist down like lightning to his face, not when he thrashed desperately in an attempt to throw her off, and not even when he finally stopped moving. She just leapt to her feet and darted off to find her next target.

Chaos surrounded him. People on both sides dropped like flies—although the Graverobbers seemed to be losing many more than the newcomers were. It would be the perfect time for Stan to leave. No one would notice he was gone until after it was all over.

And yet all he could do was stare at this frenzied whirlwind of a woman. She moved like she was trying to tear the world apart, one thundering step at a time. And she never stopped, either. He wondered what would happen once she'd knocked out or killed everyone in the room. Would she turn on her allies and tear them apart too? Or would she simply cease to exist without someone to fight?

It seemed that soon, Stan would find out. After Reggie had gone down, most of the Graverobbers had gotten the hell out of dodge. The rest became easy pickings for Mystery Woman and her friends.

He sighed as he hunkered down in the crate. He should have left when he had the chance; now he was likely to get shot if he tried to escape. All he could do was wait it out and pray nobody had noticed him.

Unfortunately, it seemed like his luck had run out. Mystery Woman went straight for him after she finished off her final target. He tensed, preparing to dive out of the way when she tackled him, until—

Another whistle rang out. Mystery Woman stopped in her tracks, head snapping towards the source: a thin man in a perfectly pressed suit, walking through the broken doorway. "Down, Madeleine," he said with a strange half-smile.

Mystery Woman—Madeleine—shot Stan a puzzled, irritated look. "But he's..."

The man shook his head. "He's one of us."

That left Stan as confused as Madeleine had been a moment ago, but it seemed to assuage her concerns. She blinked, the tension draining from her shoulders. After peering around the warehouse for a moment, she said cautiously, "We're done here."

"Not quite," the man replied coolly. "You and I have business with this poor, lost soul."

He nodded to Stan, who would have protested that if Madeleine hadn't been there. Considering the fact that he'd just watched her rip through half of a gang without stopping, though...

He swallowed his feelings and put his salesman's smile back on. "The name's Sam Parker. It's, uh, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Madeleine just stared at him, but the man in the suit smiled and held out his hand. "Gunnar Cooke, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

As Stan went for the handshake, Gunnar leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You know, you don't seem to have anywhere else to go. Mind coming with us and answering a few questions?"

He stiffened. A few questions? Yeah, right. This guy had bad news written all over him. Then again, if he walked away here, Gunnar would probably just send Madeleine after him...

So, even though he could think of many reasons why he shouldn't, Stan just smiled. "Eh, why not?"

[coal15]

So I got the 2nd Chapter of I Never Do This finished, (bucktommy, a mix of smut and fluffy sweetness) I just need to do one more editing pass, so barring unforeseen events or disaster it will be up on ao3 sometime tomorrow. Excerpt below the cut. To read Ch.1 go HERE

Sadly there wasn't much time for post-coital cuteness. Buck was due at Maddie's house for a 24 hour babysitting gig, and he was already behind schedule. "I'll have to haul ass to make it on time!" He groused, frantically pulling on the previous days’ clothes. "By the way, I think we should keep a few changes of clothes at eachother's places--I don't mean half the closet or anything," he added in case the suggestion sounded like too big a step. "But, y'know, some shirts, some pants."

"Good idea.” Tommy smiled. Frantic Evan was such a cute Evan. “Okay, I'll take care of it while you're on babysitting duty. Your spare key is on top of the door frame, right?"

“Uh-huh. Oh my god, if I’m any more than ten minutes late Maddie will kill me and cook me for dinner!" Buck grabbed his cellphone, gave Tommy a quick kiss, and charged for the open bedroom door. "Uuuuhhh, honey-"

"Laundry room is the door across from the one to your right, go through there and you’re five steps from the front door.”

“Thanks!”

In contrast to his poor boyfriend, Tommy had the luxury of checking items off an easy to-do list at a pleasantly lazy pace. First, the clothes thing like he promised. After that just little things. Switching out the overloaded ant traps around his cherry tree for fresh ones, taking a few tomatoes down the street to Cathy, then he spent the rest of his day hanging out out in the garage/workshop playing around with a few beat up Hickorywood chairs he was trying to restore. Bringing horribly abused old furniture back to life was Tommy's favorite hobby next to Muay Thai. The two served radically different purposes in his life. Muay Thai made for a great workout. It was a fun way to burn off energy. Whereas furniture restoration took him to a calm place, peaceful and meditative. 

Today’s meditation focused on examining the morning’s events and how he felt. More importantly, how he didn’t feel. No loss of masculinity. No need to jump in the ring and pummel a Muay Thai opponent senseless. And best of all, no need to cry in the shower trying to scrub the gay off of him like dead skin cells and wash them down the drain. Letting Evan top him closed another awful, heavy door between his past and present--slammed it shut and bricked it over. Getting fucked silly felt great, and he knew no one would ever have the power to make him feel bad or gross about it.

**********to read the first chapter go HERE

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 65- Karma

Chapter Summary:  Tensions heighten when Jen decides enough is enough and creates a plan to take down Amity and Songstress once and for all. Jennie meets Jungkook's parents

Words: 8,000+

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Once the two friends made it to the fifth floor, they walked down the hallway.

"What room is she, again?" Jennie asked.

"Riiight here." they stopped in front of the door.

"Do me a favor and record everything. Live stream it and then end it when you think it's a good time. I'm gonna let this bitch run her mouth a little bit and dig her own grave while you record. It's better for people to truly see who she is in real time before I beat her ass. I'm tired of being nice. I gave her one too many chances. I'm done,"

Angelina prepared her phone and chuckled, "You don't have to tell me twice. I'm proud of you. I know you'll handle business,"

Jennie knocked on the door hard and before she knew it, Trinity opened it up, rolling her eyes. 

"Oh, it's the quitter and the dead weight. What do you want?" she grumbled.

"Where is she?" Jennie demanded.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trinity, I am not in the mood for games. Open the damn door. Right now." she responded in a hard tone.

A little surprised at how her voice went down an octave, Trinity took a step back and let her in as they saw Hailey looking up from her phone, on the couch.

"Ah, it's the quitter! And the thing." Hailey glanced at Angelina with disgust.

"I'm going to let that comment slide," Angelina replied as she secretly live streamed on social media with thousands of viewers popping in.

"So, what can I do for you, quitter? Why are you here?"

The tension was thick in the room as Jennie glanced around, clearing her throat. 

Gesturing to her, Jen asked, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing is up," Hailey answered, amused.

"Really? Because I could have sworn that I told you to stay away from my boys. Boys. Plural. That includes Jungkook. That includes Jimin. That includes Jin and that includes Taehyung. Did you forget?"

"I know."

"So, why are you around them when I specifically told you to stay away? They are all extremely precious to me. I don't need this type of bad energy around them. I don't want any of them to deal with you. You are not gonna try to mess with their minds or whatever the hell you talked to them about. And you making Jimin insecure about his weight and making him cry? Real low."

"He cried? Oh my God, what a friggin crybaby! I just said what was true. I guess he can't handle the truth then if he wants to whine after I talked about him going on a diet."

"He doesn't need a diet, he's healthy."

"To you, not to me."

"And making the rest uncomfortable? Especially Jungkook?"

"Here we go...I didn't do anything wrong. Look, Jungkook isn't a baby. I think that people should stop babying him and stop thinking that he doesn't know what he's doing when he's around girls. Like me. And no, I'm not interested in the guy. He's very cute, I'll admit but he's not my type. But after finding out what his type is..." she looked at Jennie up and down. "He certainly has low standards...I just told him some advice, that's all. He can't handle the truth,"

"Why can't you just leave me and the members alone? Why do you have to keep doing this to get under my skin? You already have done enough. First me, then Ang, and now Layla? Come on. Are you really that bored and have no life that you just want to bring everyone down for your own gain? It's getting tiring and it's sad. Grow up. When I left I thought I would leave this mess behind me, but you keep coming back and trying me. I am not the one, Hailey,"

She laughed and stood up from the couch, "And what are you going to do about it? Hit me? We all know you're not going to do that. So, I highly suggest you leave this room before I do something I won't regret." 

"Hailey, you know damn well your bum ass can't fight," Angelina called out, causing her to glare at her.

Ignoring Angelina, Hailey turned back to Jennie, "You're weak, quitter. And you're pathetic. You always have been and always will be. If you even think that you'll be able to put your hands on me then you are sadly mistaken. And I want you to ask yourself is your face worth the bruises I'll give you if you want to go that route? When are you going to get it through your thick skull that your stupid group is going nowhere and you left all that success back in America? I mean honestly, I am a way better leader than Rap Monster. He could never touch me. His failed solo attempts prove it. He is nowhere near my level of solos and even Amity's movie songs combined are better than that Fantastic Four song he did."

"Oof...you have done it now..." Angelina murmured, glancing at Jennie who looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep her composure.

She could see that Jen was about to be at her breaking point and was hanging on loose threads to not lash out. Angelina even saw angry comments in the live stream from BTS fans when they heard Hailey speak badly about Namjoon.

"And J-Hope? He is so damn ugly and annoying with his loud ass sound effects. He tries too hard while he dances. Everyone overhypes this guy." Hailey ranted furiously. "It's pathetic and it's nothing special. My girl Trinity dances way better than him and everyone knows it. She can outdo him in any dance battle. Who's next? Jimin, right? I bet he's only there for his abs. Come on, how else is he a member of BTS? He's an insecure, waste of space with low self-esteem and no confidence. With Jin, he's a waste of space too and so irrelevant! He can't sing! He can't dance! He's just there for his good looks. He probably got plastic surgery anyway, why else is he there? To look cute and that's it."

"Oh, and the little weirdo V." she went on angrily. "You see there is something mentally wrong with that alien and he needs to get checked out. I don't understand how anyone thinks his singing is good. It's overhyped and bland. Oh, and Suga...mister Suga. He's a wannabe rapper. His rapping is overrated and I cringe when I hear him rap. I hate every single one of those guys, they are so damn annoying! And then there's you!"

"You're digging your grave pretty deep, Hailey~," Angelina warned, enjoying the frequent comments that were coming in on the livestream. 

She noticed that Hailey's phone kept getting a bunch of missed calls since her phone was on silent. It looked like the YouTube video and this live stream was going viral.

"I don't get how anyone can tolerate you! You can't sing, you can't dance, you can't rap, why are you still doing what you're doing?!" Hailey retorted. "Don't you regret the mistake you made? When you left you see just how better and more successful everyone in this room is except for you?"

"Let's not do this, ladies." Layla tried to get in between them, feeling anxious.

"Shut up, Layla!" Trinity snapped.

"Don't tell her to shut up!" Jennie defended her, glaring at Trinity.

"Or what?"

"Trin, don't jump in this unless you want me to do you like I did Hailey in the studio. Don't try it. Sit down and shut your minion ass up!" Angelina called out. "Y'all we are one dysfunctional girl group, huh?" she said to the live stream while Hailey continued to have her attention on Jennie.

"Exactly what big awards has BTS won? None." Hailey confirmed. "What awards has Amity won? I lost count after 20. You're just...there with nothing but in a group with seven annoying guys."

"Ha! Our leader, Hailey, guys. This is what we went through and more." Angelina called out. 

"Shut up, Angelina!" Hailey snapped, while she ignored her. 

"See what I mean? But none of you wanted to believe me or Jennie or anyone else because you think she is some sort of saint. Oh, and didn't you steal Jennie's songs in her notebook years ago? The songs she worked hard on for weeks alone? Putting them on Amity's new album?"

"Like I said, we made the songs better." she shrugged.

"Wow! Did you hear that? Do you see who this broad really is, guys?" Angelina asked, turning the selfie camera to her before turning it back to Hailey. "Our leader, Hailey, everyone! How y'all doin'?"

Hailey's face turned into fear when she noticed Angelina had been filming the entire time. "W-wait, what is that?! Were you filming!?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our whack ass leader that tormented us for years and isn't who she really is. For all of you giving me and my girl Jennie crap because we left, this was one of many reasons why. And we are fairly doing great without the group. It isn't even a group, anymore. It's Hailey and the backups. And it shouldn't even be like that. A group should be a family and filled with loyalty. Not wanting to outshine everyone. That is not a team. And now you see for yourself. Check out my YouTube video for more tea. Hashtag, Hailey is canceled."

"Wh-what? No, I was just joking! Co-me on, we were all just playing around!" Hailey stuttered and began freaking out, feeling her body flush with embarrassment. "I-I was joking! Right Trin?"

"Yeah, you were joking!" Trinity agreed, nodding frequently.

"Right, Layla? Lay?" Hailey turned to her. "Lay!?"

Layla hesitated. Glancing at Jennie and Angelina for a moment, she turned back to Hailey. After all the crap Hailey had given her, she decided to speak her truth. 

"No...you weren't," she answered in a calm tone.

"What?!" Hailey sputtered.

"Really, Layla?" Trinity glared at her.

"Everything Angelina said is true. I've been going through the same mess they had after they left. I spoke about it in the YouTube video," Layla revealed as Hailey dropped her jaw. "How could you take her songs like that?"

"I-I didn't take anything!" Hailey shouted

"You just said we made the songs better and when we finished recording the songs, you said it yourself that you stole her notebook before she left after you kept asking her to use them. But Jennie didn't want you to use them, but you kept pushing her. And you didn't take no for an answer and you just stole it and she couldn't find it when she was about to leave. Those songs meant something to her. And you just took it for a paycheck for our new album. That's foul."

"She's lying! She didn't take anything!" Trinity exclaimed. "Stop trying to play the victim-"

"Why are you lying for Hailey?" Layla called out. "This is disgusting, why are we doing this? We have done enough damage, this isn't even a group, anymore. Paying all these top singers and rappers for collaborations to get more exposure. Paying people more to take collabs away like you did with Angelina and The Weeknd. Like no, I can't do this, anymore. This isn't right."

Hailey scoffed and shook her head. "And I thought you had my back..."

"And I thought you were our friend. Friends don't treat each other like this. Friends don't stoop this low. Friends don't steal things. Friends don't bully each other." Layla turned to Jennie. "Like I told Rap Monster, I even found your notebook."

"There is no notebook!" Trinity exclaimed as she watched Layla go through her bag.

Soon enough, Jennie saw that slightly torn green college-ruled notebook with some doodles on the front, confirming it.

"I found it in Hailey's studio. I swear to you, I had no idea that these were yours until after we recorded the songs." Layla looked at her earnestly and handed her the book. "As soon as I found out, I didn't think it was fair to you and that's when things started changing with me, Trinity, and Hailey. I began to be the odd one out since you two left."

"Worldstar!" Angelina chimed in, with the camera facing her including the girls in the background. "I'm sorry, I just had to say that just once! Again, how y'all doin' today?"

Jen quickly skimmed past blank pages until she found the one song she was grateful that they didn't find. It was near the end of the notebook and somehow Hailey didn't skim through the entire book. Jennie had randomly named the song Thrive and she wanted to make it into a rock song one day and perform the song with her guitar. Maybe now she has the chance to do so if Bangtan has solo songs like Jungkook wished for during one of the BTS Festas.

She began to tear up as she read one line, feeling the memories come back.

Don't ever ever ever take me for granted...

She wrote it a few weeks before she left. The lyrics weren't songwriter status but the words were meaningful to her and that was all that mattered.

Looking up, Jennie murmured, "Thank you."

"I'll take that to show everyone how similar some of the wording is and do you see Jen's handwriting and her initials?" Angelina took the notebook and scrolled her phone through some of the front pages.

ARMY especially was showing no mercy on social media:

'HAILEY IS CANCELED! HOW DARE YOU MAKE JIMIN CRY AND MAKE THE MEMBERS UNCOMFORTABLE!? I WANNA FIGHT!'

'CHOKE'

'So problematic!'

'OH HELL NO! You made Jimin cry!? This bitch is canceled! I hate her!'

'Congratulations, you played yourself. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'Hailey better have tight security when she arrives back to the USA.'

'A whole mess! GIRL BYE!'

'I knew that piece of trash was problematic.'

'It's what she deserves!'

'I am living for this! Wow! I love this song! Finally getting exposed'

'Hailey who???'

'Hailey, sweetie, you don't want this. Should've chosen your battles wisely'

'She is sooooo annoying and now she finally got shut up'

'I am TIRED! Like I am literally shaking like OMFG!'

'You messed with our Queen and Kings!? Issa problem now! Watch your back when you come back to America!'

'Stealing Angelina's collab with The Weeknd!? Nah, nah, I wanna have a talk with you!'

'Hailey, Hailey, Hailey, you dun lost your muthafriggin mind, hoe!'

'This tea tastes so good today.'

'Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey! Goodbye! #HaileyIsCanceled'

'SALTY and jealous. I knew there was something shady about her.'

'I called it! I knew she was completely obsessed with Jen and Ang.'

'Good she got exposed! Ain't no way they were going to kiss her ass. She really thinks that she MADE them? Hailey, sweetie, it's not all about you. You can't even sing well! Get vocal lessons and then come talk to my girl Jennie'

'It was at this moment Hailey knew...she fucked up. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'With her autotuned ass, she had the nerve to say that she's better than them? Girl bye!'

'Every time I hear her speak, I just hear bullshit. EXPOSED!'

'Hailey, what's good?'

Hailey clenched her jaw and grabbed her phone, noticing the caller ID.

Daddy <3 is calling... 

"Shit..." she nervously murmured. She hesitated before answering, "D-dad-look-I-I didn't know she was filming!" she rambled on, starting to cry as everyone heard loud yelling from her phone. "I'm sorry! I didn't know, okay? I know this looks bad but-pl-okay-dad!"

Ending the live stream, Angelina began cackling at the fear on her face. "Her face is priceless~!"

Meanwhile, Jennie had been listening to Layla's constant genuine apologies for everything that had happened over the years.

"I am so sorry." Layla frowned.

Angelina got on the camera app and started to record a video since she was waiting for Jennie to fight. She had to get it on film. There was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to see Hailey get exactly what she deserved. 

"UGH!" Hailey turned back to Jennie, angrily. "You bitches ruin everything!" she turned to Layla, "Do you realize what you have done to us?"

"YOU. Done to YOU and Songstress. It was the right thing to do!" Layla fired back.

"You fucking bitches are the worst!" She threw her phone directly at Jennie, who used her reflexes to catch it and toss it to the side.

Attempting to blindside her, Hailey decided to run up immediately to go for a strike or at least to pull her hair but Jennie evaded her attack and roughly shoved her back. 

Taking a step forward, she threw an abrupt right hook and it slammed into Hailey's jaw. The Amity leader let out a yelp. The punch affected her quickly as she began to lose her balance, wincing in pain from the unexpected strike. Jen handed a left hook on the face and then another right against her nose, causing her to cry out in pain and crumble to the floor.

Not done, Jennie ended up on top of her, repeatedly striking her face as she couldn't get a hit in, yelling at her to get off. The sudden altercation surprised everyone in the room before Angelina started laughing loudly. Layla, looked satisfied because that shut her up and Trinity looked alarmed and was trying to figure out how to help her friend.

"Talked all that shit and she can't even fight. All she does is sneak or pull hair. I love it!" Angelina laughed as she watched Jennie beat her up. When she noticed Trinity about to get involved, she shouted, "If you jump in I'm beating your ass! Stand back!"

With her hands throbbing, Jennie got off of her and rubbed them. Seeing the damage she had done, Trinity widened her eyes and quickly went to help Hailey, who had held her bleeding nose with tears in her eyes, stunned at what had just happened.

She wasn't expecting Jen to actually hit her or even do anything at all.

"She's bleeding!? Christmas came early tonight! Wow! Her face is swollen, too. Damn. And you still look pretty," Angelina praised as Jennie looked unfazed with her hair and makeup still intact. 

"My nose!" Hailey wailed.

Turning her attention to the beaten up girl, Jennie narrowed her eyes and started speaking to her, "Let me tell you something...Those hits were for the members. Don't you ever disrespect Bangtan, again. J-Hope is handsome and brightens everyone's day with his sound effects. He does try hard because he puts so much effort into his dancing. It's his life and we see that day in and day out when we perform. He is not overhyped. He deserves all the hype he gets for his talent. Trinity is great at dancing, but J-Hope has that unique passion that she does not and I can guarantee that you'll see that in a dance battle between them. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Hobi. With Jimin, abs or not, he is there for Bangtan for his talents. Not for how he looks. I try my best to boost his confidence whenever he feels overwhelmed or unsure of himself but I know that whatever he does, he does it wonderfully and he improves every day. I always tell him how proud I am of him. So don't you come and say to me that he's a waste of space or that he needs to lose weight. He is fine the way he is. Bangtan would not be the same without Jimin."

"Jin's beauty is God given. Surgery cannot make someone as handsome as him," she praised. "He can dance his ass off. He improves with his dancing with every comeback. He tries his best, and Hobi helps him. His dad jokes are the best no matter how cheesy they may be. His cooking is the best and even reminds me of home despite being far away from my family. Bangtan would not be the same without Jin. Rap Monster's solo attempts were not a failure. He is more of a leader than you, that's for sure. He looks out for us and takes care of us which you have never done. His lyrics are meaningful and he has never tried to take the spotlight from the members like you have done. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Namjoon."

"There is nothing  wrong with Taehyung. That guy was the first person I met when I came here. Broken English and still welcomed me with open arms. His singing is great. With that deep voice, his vocals are A-1. He is such a sweetheart and cares deeply for Bangtan. And his silly and loving personality is the greatest. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Tae. You have a lot of nerve to call Yoongi a wannabe rapper. Can you rap like him? Can you rap as fast as him? Do your lyrics have meaning like his? Like he said, you're pretty lucky that you didn't bump into him today. He contributes so much to Bangtan. It wouldn't be the same without him. How can you hate them if you don't even know them? You just want to see everyone fail so you can be the only successful one. And it shouldn't be like that. Fame is getting into your head. You are not the girl I used to know when we all met each other. As you can see and feel, you just got a well deserved ass whooping. So I'm going to ask you some questions to make sure you got my point across. So, are you going to leave everyone from Big Hit alone?"

Hailey glanced at her as she continued to feel pain all over her face. "...Yeah..." she muttered.

"Are you going to leave Layla alone?" Jen asked.

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave Angelina alone and stay out of her success?"

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"...I'll leave you alone..."

"Good. I hope after this you can renovate your life and go back to your old self when we first became Amity. Not this jealous girl who will dismiss those who helped her be where she is today. You can't just shut everyone out and kick everyone to the curb while you rise to the top. And this is exactly why this group fell apart. We should've been a team. Worked as a team. This isn't a solo. This is a group. Groups work together. Fail together, succeed together. You didn't get this far by yourself. We all contributed something to make the group great. It's not all about you. In the meantime, good luck getting yourself out of this shit storm that has been bestowed upon you. Good night, ladies."

After exiting the room with Angelina and walking down the hallway, Jennie felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Angelina held onto her excitedly. "That was priceless! You punched the shit outta her! I caught it on video, Suga will be so proud, to see this! No more bullcrap! We're free from this drama!" she checked Twitter. "Yo...BTS fans are showing no mercy on Hailey's social media. She had to put her account on private, it's that bad. Shit...no Crisis PR Manager is going to be able to save her."

"After what she did to the boys, she had it coming," Jen replied.

"For real! I don't think her career will bounce back after this. It's getting worse. It's the number one trend on Twitter as we speak. Even TheShadeRoom is getting into the tea. Hold on, I gotta rewatch this video of you beating her ass."

Deciding to head to her hotel room first to shower before meeting with the members and Angelina, Jen changed into a hoodie and sweatpants.

Hearing a knock on the door, Jen opened it to reveal Layla.

Layla hesitated. "Uh, hi."

"Hey."

"Sorry, I came here out of the blue, um...could I talk to you for a moment? Please?"

"Yeah. Come in."

She walked in and exhaled softly. "I won't keep you long. I'm uh, actually surprised you want to see my face after all that has happened. I just wanted to wish you all the best in BTS. You guys are really good. Your music is pretty catchy, I listened to a few songs. I can see that Songstress was holding you back. It kinda inspired me to branch out and want to start making my own music like you wanted to do. You seem so happy here and I am happy that you found your home in the music industry. Even if it's in another country. Sometimes things aren't always in America, you gotta travel the world and see what else is out there, y'know?"

"I think it's inevitable that Amity will disband. We all have different mindsets right now, we are not in a group mindset like we used to be. It's not fun like it used to be. I realized that when you and Angelina left." she went on. "I started doing things independently, without anyone knowing and I realized that I can do so much more without Hailey holding me back for her own personal gain. I'm really sorry for everything. It was very wrong of me. I shouldn't have been such a follower back then. I was such a bitch, huh? All those things I said and how I treated you and Ang, it was very cruel. I uh, just came here to apologize for everything. I can't take back what I've done to you and I admit that I have done you and Angelina wrong and today I wanted to give back what is rightfully yours. Your notebook. I hope that you continue to be successful here and remain happy. I'm gonna go now. Good luck in Korea." she smiled awkwardly.

"Hey," Jen called out before she could leave. "Tomorrow...I'm going to get breakfast with Angelina. I'd like for you to come."

"Oh...I don't think I should, I mean after all I've done, I don't even think it'd be a good idea to hang with you guys."

"Layla, I have no animosity towards you."

"Why?"

"Because I had already forgiven you."

"After all, I've done?"

"I don't want to dwell over the past, and I don't hold grudges with anyone. Not even with Hailey. Even though 30 minutes ago I broke her nose and pretty much fucked up her face, I just...want to move forward. What's done is done. No more petty drama. I just want to continue to remain happy. It will take time but I'd like to start over with you."

Layla smiled and nodded. "I'd like that very much."

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Later, seated on her bed, Jen thought about everything that had happened. No more sabotaging, no more tormenting. It was finally over. She could finally breathe. No more Amity drama, no more Hailey trying to ruin things for those close to her.

After spending a few minutes to relax, she went back to the members who were all in Namjoon's hotel room he shared with Jimin as they rushed up to her, asking if she was okay.

"Tell us everything!"

"Did you hit her?!"

"Are you hurt?!"

"What happened?!"

There were various questions that she was bombarded with as she sat down. She explained everything and when she revealed that she did beat her up, the members couldn't help but jump for joy.

"There's a video!" Angelina revealed after getting translated on what was going on.

"Did you do the right hook, left hook and then right like I told you?" Hobi asked while Angelina found the video.

"Absolutely." Jen nodded with a smile.

"AHHHHH, I need to see this now! I'm proud of you, munchkin! That's how you have to handle it sometimes."

"She beat the shit outta her~! It was outrageous, I knew she had it in her!" Angelina boasted and showed the video.

"OH!" the boys yelled as soon as they saw the first punch. 

Yoongi continuously laughed with some of the members. This was perfect.

"Oh, mah God," Jimin murmured in English as they watched Jennie on top of her, fighting.

"Hey," Yoongi spoke in English, tapping Angelina on the shoulder. "Video. Phone. My phone."

"You want me to send the video to you? I got you. Okay." Angelina nodded.

"O-oh my! Is that blood I see?" Jin widened his eyes, wincing at each punch. "Amazing."

Namjoon dropped his jaw a little bit at the video, bewildered. "W-wow. You really threw hands. It needed to be done. I'm sure she got the message."

"Oh, yes she did. You won't have to worry about her, anymore." Jen reassured.

"Wow, is this really our Ennie? Our Ennie has some amazing strength. Did-did you see her stagger after the first punch?" Taehyung exclaimed. "I love you, Jennie." he wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug.

"Looks like it." Yoongi proudly said. "Finally, that piece of crap can leave us the fuck alone."

Jungkook smirked as he watched the video. He loved this feisty and protective side of Jennie. She was full of surprises and kept amazing him.

"What's going to happen to her?" Jin asked

"Well...last time Angelina and I checked, she along with Songstress are still getting obliterated. SongStress deactivated all their social media. Hailey deactivated hers, too. Layla is fine, she put hers on private for now. Trinity deactivated hers as well," Jen said. "Amity and Songstress are trending on Twitter and it's all over TMZ and other entertainment news. It's a big scandal. They're getting so much heat, it's not pretty. It's safe to say that Songstress won't be promoting anytime soon with this huge hit to their company."

"Good," he replied. "That'll show them."

"I'm just glad it's over and I hope that all of you are okay. I'm sorry for causing all this mess. Sometimes I think it's my fault you all dealt with this. I didn't think this drama would come all the way over here to you guys."

"Hey, it's all right. What matters is that Hailey won't be causing any more problems for anyone. Don't blame yourself for anything," Hobi reassured and smiled.

On social media, ARMY continuously demolished Songstress for what they had done. Especially Hailey with all the things she said about Bangtan. ARMY praised Jennie for what she had done and it made them love her even more. Angelina even posted a small video of the way Hailey tried to attack Jennie and got beaten down which got more praise.

G-Dragon commented on Jennie's Instagram page, 'From now on, I'll hire you for protection.'

Jen had replied, 'That'll be one pack of smarties per hour :)'

His answer made her smile, 'That can be arranged.'

Other idols had commented:

Bam Bam: Go Jennie!

Jackson: My baby Jennieeeee. Proud of U! Glad u took them down! Now answer my calls! I promise I won't prank call u late at night anymore!

Amber: Another reason why you're so loveable. You stick up for those you love. <3 glad she's out of the picture and can leave you alone.

Zico: Now that was self defense! I remember you venting to me about them. You did a great job handling yourself. 

Taeil: I always knew you were so awesome. Never let anyone bring you down.

Jessi: Miss Bangtan can fight! Badass &lt;3

Checking her phone, she received texts from her sisters,

Vienna: SIS! Angelina sent me the video of you beating the sheeeet outta Hailey! You know, I would've backed you up if you called me but it seems like you had everything handled. I'm sooo proud! Don't tell Alani but you got them hands from me not her :P

Alani: OMG what is going on!? Are you okay!? CALL ME!

Back in her room, she facetimed Alani while Vienna tried to get into the conversation. "Jennie! You beat the crap out of her! I love you!"

"Shush!" Alani exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

"I'm good. I'm perfectly fine." Jen calmly replied.

"How can you be so calm after all this?"

"She's calm because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled in the background.

"Are you hurt?" Alani asked, ignoring Vienna.

"My hands still hurt a bit," Jen answered.

"Because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled again

"I have to admit, that was funny. You handle yourself quite well. I never thought I'd see the day of you fighting but sometimes you gotta go that route." Alani replied. "Don't ever let no one put their hands on you or mess with those you love. She learned that the hard way after so many warnings. I can't believe she tried to sneak you and still lost the fight."

"Oh yeah, because she whooped that ass!" Vienna laughed.

Later on, Jennie and Jimin decided to go eat at a local frozen yogurt place with hoods on their heads. They got their yogurt and sat across from each other. As she predicted, Jimin happily had a bunch of toppings on his and ate it with delight as they talked about random things.

"Let me see your hands," Jimin said as he gently grabbed them.

"I'm fine. You should see the other girl," she teased as he let out a soft laugh while he examined her knuckles, rubbing his thumb over them. "Jimin, I want to apologize that you had to meet and deal with her. She said some pretty awful stuff, and I wish you didn't have to go through that. You are worth so much more than how you look and I hope you know that you are very dear to me. Never forget that,"

"Ennie, thank you." he smiled in appreciation and kissed the knuckles on one of her hands. "I really needed this, tonight."

"Glad to hear. And can I just say that I love your cheeks? They're cute." she reached out and pinched one of them as he let out a giggle.

As they spent more time together, Angelina had sent various messages,

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JENNIE! OMFG!

Angelina: I KNOW YOU'RE OUT WITH JIMIN BUT GIRL I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH THE WEEKND HIMSELF! HE STILL WANTS THAT COLLAB! AGHGFGHGAAG I LOVE YOU!

Jennie smiled at the messages. Things were finally going the way that they should for her friend. 

Once JenMin arrived back at the hotel, she wanted to play the Wii U with him, so she came with him to his room. But once they had opened the door, they saw Angelina and Namjoon in an intense lip lock, causing Jimin to yell.

"Are you two for real?!" Jen exclaimed, amused while the two rappers turned their heads in shock.

"Shit!" Angelina quickly got off his lap and cleared her throat. "H-hey! How goes it?"

"H-hey, I didn't think you two would be back so soon." Namjoon stood up, flustered.

It was like one plot twist after another, but Jen knew something was going to happen sooner or later. She was happy about it, too.

"Ooooooh, Rapmonie has a girlfriend~!" Jimin ran out to tell the hyungs.

Throwing her arms up, Jennie shook her head and left while saying, "Jesus take the wheel."

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At the dorm, taking a break from studying, Jen scrolled on Instagram and came across a comment, 'Jennie! Did you meet Alex Reid from Rania yet!?'

she replied, 'Ughhhh no! I wish!! I want to meet her! She's so cool! Hopefully one day!'

The two were following each other, liking each other's posts and occasional comments here and there. Throughout the day, a fan war went under the comments as people began to compare Alex and Jen, taking sides. Various comments included:

'I don't want her to meet Alex. Jen is the better black girl in K-Pop anyway.'

'No, she's not! Alex has better hair and can rap better!'

'Jen is waaaay more popular than Alex. And is a better singer'

'So!? Alex has more experience and performs better than Jennie ever could. Time for Jennie to pack her bags and leave Korea! Alex is here!'

'BYE! Rania did a BTS and now has a black girl in a group.'

'Um...y'all know you can love and support both of these girls, right? Why do you have to choose one? They're both representing us and are great at what they do'

'Alex can't even speak Korean but Jennie can. Why come to Korea if you don't even know the language??'

'Alex sounds better speaking Korean than Jennie'

'Jen! You're so much better than Alex. Your Korean is way better. You're prettier and you're the best black girl in K-Pop.'

Although the two girls have yet to meet each other, the comments upset them and they both had called out people to stop trying to put them against each other. The comments were toxic and uncalled for.

Shutting everyone up on her page, Jen commented, 'Stop it. Stop trying to put women against women. Alex is amazing at what she is doing. Do not compare us. No one is better than the other. Let's continue to support us beautiful, talented black females in this industry instead of trying to make everything a competition. Support the melanin. We're breaking boundaries. Also support other black people here, too. Like Lee Michelle and Yoon Mi Rae.'

As the day went on, Jen moped around in her room while consistently listening to the song she would have to play for her guitar midterm. Angelina wasn't here anymore and had to cut her time in Seoul short due to the various interviews demanded about the Songstress and various collaborations that were requested. Work was work, Jen knew that. There were times when she planned to go home but had to cancel because of last-minute scheduling, so this was normal.

"I might have to just take this L," she murmured.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked. 

He had heard her sigh when he was walking past the hallway and decided to check on her.

"It's my guitar midterm. I think I'm going to fail."

"Why do you think that? You're great at the guitar."

"The teacher assigned us songs and of course, I got a hard one."

"What song?"

"It's an IU song."

His eyes lit up as she laughed at his eagerness. "I knew you were going to react like that."

"What's the song? Tell me!" he sat on her bed.

"It's Love of B. The song is great but that guitar...is so fast! The guitar is so powerful in this one. The flow, the intensity, I don't think I can do that. I have never played the guitar like that before. When I performed Tomorrow, that was fine, but something like this, keeping the consistency and flow, making sure I'm on the beat and strumming every single note, I don't think I-"

"You can, and you will. Show me what you have so far."

She sighed and grabbed her acoustic guitar. "This is easier said than done. Like the teacher will take off points if I mess one note up. It's that strict. I gotta make sure everything is on beat and-"

"Relax. Just show me."

After playing it for him, Jungkook pointed out things that sounded a little off as he listened closely. They even had Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung listen too.

"How do you feel now?" Jungkook asked.

"Much better thanks to all of you. I think I'm ready for this."

"Good! Knock it out! I'll make a celebration dinner for you and Jungkook when you both pass your midterms!" Jin offered

Soon enough when it came time for the midterm, Jen passed her guitar midterm with flying colors while Jungkook did well with his. Bangtan celebrated with a big dinner like Jin had promised.

On Instagram, JRE posted a selfie with the caption, 'Sooo excited that I finally get to announce this! Get ready because Jennie will be hanging out with your boy in January! You heard it here first! Send in questions you want her to answer! We gonna have some fun!'

Once Jen reposted his post with smiling emojis, ARMY freaked out and put their thinking caps on, to think of good questions to ask her.

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Backstage in the waiting room for their concert, Jennie was knocked out, sleeping wildly while Jimin continued filming her. After poking her and messing around, she wouldn't wake up, so he went to begin annoying Hobi, giggling at how he was laying on the couch, trying to sleep.

"Hobi-hyung sleeps like that? I sleep like this." Jungkook crookedly landed on the couch.

Hobi sat up and said, "Suga-hyung sleeps like this."

"I'm not sleeping yet," Suga murmured.

Jennie was oblivious to the guys fooling around and even missed Jungkook's hilarious handstand along with Hobi's.

"Ah, this is too funny!" Jimin cackled. "How is Ennie still asleep after all this?!" he panned the camera to her.

"Where is that air horn that was in the dressing room? Let's prank her and run away." Hobi suggested. 

It didn't take long to find it as the guys stood a few feet away.

"Three...two...one!" Jimin pressed the button, making her wake up frantically from the loud sound.

"I'm up!" she yelled and fell off the couch when he pressed the button again, near her face. 

The guys laughed and ran away while Jen got back on her feet. 

"Assholes! You play too much!" she ran after them while Jimin continued to film.

"AHHHHHHHH~!" was the last thing that was heard on the video, revealing that Hobi had been caught first.

After fooling around, the members prepared for the concert. Jen, already dressed, began to stretch until she heard a question blurted out by Jungkook.

"Hey, my parents are here, tonight. Would you like to meet them?"

It was a little over an hour before the concert and his parents came to see the show. It was an idea that had popped in the Golden Maknae's head for a while, but he hadn't meant to ask her so abruptly. He began to worry if it would be a good idea. Maybe he just made things awkward. 

Comments such as, 'why would she say yes to this offer?' and 'she probably thinks this is stupid' flowed through his brain. But as he saw her smile eagerly, his doubts went away.

"Your parents? Yeah, of course! Why not?"

Pleased with her answer, along with getting another hit of nerves, he grinned brightly. "R-really?"

"Yeah, really."

"O-okay! Follow me." he grabbed her hand as they walked backstage.

The more they inched closer, Jennie began to feel butterflies in her stomach. But she kept asking herself why. It was just her best friend's parents, it shouldn't be that bad. She gave herself a mental pep talk about being herself. Things will go smoothly. 

Before they knew it, they were right in front of them. As Jungkook introduced her, Jennie bowed and smiled kindly.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" she beamed, shaking off the nerves.

"Ah, so you're Jennie!" his father pointed out, giving her a friendly aura about him. "My son has told us so much about you."

Jungkook coughed loudly while his mother giggled in the background. Now was not the time for his dad to tease him.

"Oh really?" Jen glanced at Jungkook, amused. "Well, I hope he didn't share anything out of the ordinary."

"I already told them about your losing streak against me in bowling." Jungkook grinned mischievously.

"Of course, you did." she playfully rolled her eyes. "You never give me a chance to win!"

His mom smiled warmly at her and spoke, "Your Korean is very good, and you are very pretty. My son tells us how well you take care of him and the rest of the members. Thank you for looking out for him."

"You're very welcome. And I see where Jungkook gets his kindness from. You're very sweet, thank you." Jen responded. "Jungkook is amazing. I can't even imagine how proud you are of him. I'm very proud of him, too. As we attend our classes together, I help him with English, and that has improved tremendously. It's not easy to learn a new language but he always gets better and better every time he practices. Even on stage too. He works very hard and is always dependable. He's very gifted, that's for sure. It brings me such joy to see him grow so well."

Shooked, Jungkook was astounded by her remark. No one said a word after her statement and she was met with stares. Jennie suddenly felt like maybe she rambled too much after talking so highly of Jungkook like that.

Meanwhile, his parents glanced at each other with knowing smiles. It was official, they adored her. They had never seen Jungkook look so happy before. The way their son shyly smiled and blushed at her words gave them confirmation that everything he had told them about her was true. She truly did make him happy even by just being there, standing there with him. The way he gazed at her lovingly when she wasn't looking gave it all away, too.

Once Jen saw his parents smile back at her, it made her feel relieved as she listened to them express how much they appreciated her for speaking so positively about their son.

"Are you eating well?" his father asked her.

"Absolutely. Living with seven guys and the way that they eat, their appetites rubbed off on me. I eat a lot."

"She bakes pretty well," Jungkook added. "You have to try one of her cupcakes."

"I think it's the icing I use. All I do is follow the recipe on the box," she replied modestly. "I'd love to bake for you if you'd like."

His father nodded instantly in agreement. "That would be wonderful."

"Wow, you and Jungkook really do have the same smile, I see the resemblance. Like father, like son." she shared a laugh with them after seeing them grinning widely.

"Jennie, we need to fix your clothes." a stylist called out from down the hall.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy the show!" she bowed and left. 

"What a fine young lady." Jungkook heard his mom speak brightly, watching her walk down the hallway. "You haven't stopped smiling, Jungkook. She is special to you, hm?"

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, still blushing as his mom continued to tease him.

"So, is she the one?" his father brought up.

"Yes." Jungkook nodded shyly.

"We adore her."

"You do?" his eyes lit up. "I really...I'm...kind of in love with her."

"We noticed by the way you look at her. My little boy is in love. Have you told her?" his mom asked.

"Ah...not yet. After our promotions are over."

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As the concert began, there were various VCRs playing throughout the event. For the individual one, it showed Jen stretching outside on a sunny day and walking around town with her guitar on her back. She then met up with several friends as they chilled at a park on the grass and she had jammed with them while playing the guitar, looking content.

Out of all the concerts they had, this one had to be Jen's favorite. During Tomorrow, she played the guitar the entire time while performing the choreography with a mic attached to her. ARMY thought she looked so cool and had hoped that she would play the guitar more often on stage like this.

With Boys with Fun, the members lightened up the arena as they jumped around and happily performed. While they scattered around the stage, Jen danced around, waving at ARMY and lipsyncing to whoever's verse it was at the moment.

When she sang her verse for the song, she moonwalked down the runway with Jin trying to copy her.

For their other VCR which was their interview, they were asked,

'What were your childhood dreams'

"Oh boy..." Jen laughed softly. "I wanted to do a lot of interesting things. First, I wanted to be a vet because I went to this dog park and fell in love with all these adorable dogs. Then I wanted to be an actress, Rihanna, a teacher, y'know various things. But singing was my calling. I also wanted to be a rock star. I think I'm kind of playing the part now. I'm playing the guitar for some of our songs! It's been a blast."

She tilted her head to the side, pondering, "It was...my sisters who caught me singing in my room one night. I thought no one was home. They recorded me and showed it to our parents. I was so mad. I finally told my family I'd like to be a musician. So, then my dad taught me more about the guitar and I got vocal lessons. And then I took a risk and auditioned for a few companies in Seoul and the rest is history."

'Now that you've become a singer, are you having the most beautiful moment in life?'

"Oh, Absolutely. This opportunity to be here in K-Pop, singing in so many different countries as BTS, is a blessing and it's beautiful to experience. I want to share my vocals with the world. And I'm doing that with BTS. It's amazing."

'Now that your dream of becoming a singer has come true, are you happy?'

"I'm happy where I am right now as a singer, yes. Being somewhere where you have more freedom to show off your creativity, it's worth the blood, sweat, and tears. The fact that people listen to our music is quite touching."

After the show, the Maknae Line chilled backstage, relaxing after the long concert.

"Oh my gosh, your parents are so adorable." Jen nudged Jungkook on the couch. "One day, I have to bring you and the rest of Bangtan to a family cookout in America. It'll be so much fun. I hope that one day we'll have some free time and be able to do that. We're so busy now, we hardly ever see our family and friends. Gosh, I can just see the cookout now...a swimming pool where we can swim with my little cousins and all...it'll be a blast."

"Let's definitely do that. I'm getting excited already!" Jungkook responded. "Hey, so, how did your parents meet?"

"I asked them that a while ago. It's pretty cheesy if you asked me. My dad liked my mom first. They met in high school. Started as best friends...he liked her for so long but kept it to himself. He wasn't a shy guy though, he could talk for hours."

Jungkook smirked softly. "I see where you get your outgoing personality from."

"Are you implying I talk too much?"

"Maybe." he teased.

"Anyway! Haha, he asked her to prom and my mom said yes. That's where they had their first kiss and began to date. My dad always says, who knew the love of my life was my best friend. I always think it's cheesy. Cute but cheesy. He also told me that the love of my life could be right in front of me, watching me and just waiting for the right moment. Ha, do you believe that? Sounds like something out of a romance novel. My mom was kind of in denial at first when my dad told her he loved her. But after some time to think about everything, she realized that he was the one and that she loved him, too, accepting her feelings."

'Sounds like a scenario that I know.' Jungkook thought to himself.

"So, Golden Maknae, how'd your parents meet?"

"To be blunt, my mom fell for my dad first and hit on him."

Unable to control it, Jennie burst out in laughter with Jungkook, while Jimin and Taehyung were listening and watching their conversation closely, sitting next to each other.

"She told me she went after him because he was so good-looking," he added.

"Oh, word? Wow! I love your mom. I bet that's where you got your competitiveness from. I'm sure she let all those ladies know that your dad was going to be hers, huh? I love that. Get your man, girl. I'd do that, too. Let everyone know that the person you want will be yours and no one is going to change that or interfere with your mission."

"Yeah," Taehyung spoke up. "If you want something or someone, you'll do whatever you can to get it. Right, Kookie?"

"Push past everyone to get what or who you want, right Jungkookie?" Jimin added with a smile.

Jen turned to the guys. "Yeah, you're right. Took the words right out of my mouth. Facts."

Jungkook had given the 95 Liners warning glances but took their words to heart. They had a point. He was currently during that, too. He had remembered overhearing a few IKON members talking about Jennie at the Melon Awards. It was backstage, all eyes on her because of that pink dress she wore. One member had complimented on how pretty she had looked that night and some considered maybe one day asking her out.

'Nah, that's Jungkook's girl.' was what Jungkook had heard from them, which surprised him greatly and gave him a boost of confidence. It was getting around that even some idols knew that he wanted her to be his and would be making that move soon.

What amused him was the sound of a lot of disappointed voices from idols when it came to finding out that she was about to be off the market soon. It made Jungkook feel good. Any idols that were lowkey interested in her began to back off because they knew that soon he was going to confess. 

Except for one. But hopefully, that will change soon when he speaks with Bam Bam.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

prohero!bakugou who just got one of the best offers of his early career

its got so much goin for him

it would give him experience overseas/out of country, inside work and extensive fieldwork, near constant communications with other seasoned heroes on sight, its described as a long term gig, and after its all wrapped up it would undoubtedly give him a good shove up the charts and get himcloser to his goal that much sooner

the catch? he'll have little to no open contact with those he leaves for this specific job

when it's offered to him, he says he needs a day or two to think about it which shocked the people who reached out. they thought he'd jump at the chance to go- and he would've if not for that lousy ass catch

he goes home that night and immediately tells you about it

he explains that it's looking to be a long process job and being out of the country

you tell him he should totally take it- but then he tells you that he wouldn't be able to talk to you often or maybe even at all for whatever reason

you definitely have mixed feelings- knowing that he'd be gone for so long with nothing to keep you grounded while he's gone

but you dont want to hold him back either

"if you don't want me to go, i'll turn it down."

and he's dead serious too

the whole reason he wanted to think about it was to give you a chance to make him stay- bc he would

he would give up this opportunity in a heartbeat bc not only would it be hard on you- but he'd miss the hell out of you too

if cabin fever was possible to feel towards a person, katsuki knows if he goes he'd feel it towards you

it'd be homesickness pumped up to the max and with no outlet to talk to all those miles away (his friends and you not by his side)- he wouldn't know how to cope

"you should take it"

mans is flabbergasted honestly

he gave you full rights to tell him to tell them 'no' but here you are- telling him to go anyways

"you realized i could be gone months with no authorization to contact you. not you, my folks, or any of the other idiots."

theres a hidden fear he's not bringing up and it's not like he's avoiding it, he just doesn't know how to say it without sounding absolutely pathetic

"you really think i should take the offer?" he's hesitant and quiet when asking you- just to see if maybe you'll change your answer

"Of course i do, this is a big opportunity. the last thing you want is someone else to snatch that up when it's being delivered to you on a silver platter."

he starts nervously toying with your clothes. picking at your shirt hem and pitching the fabric between his fingers

and definitely not making eye contact

"plus," he tuts to signal he's listening "you know you'd beat yourself up if you turned it down."

he huffs absolutely hating that you were right

"I'm shocked you didn't just accept it the moment they told you honestly," you lightly laughed at him as he slightly sent a scowl up at you

"you said we needed to talk about important shit like this- so im tryin' to fuckin' listen"

"Is that all?"

he hated how you could always tell that when he was baring his heart to you, you could still tell he was keeping something else

"we haven't been apart for that long, have we?"

"well no, but it's to be expected"

"and we wont be able to talk or see each other"

"yes, so you've told me"

"what if..." he huffs, planting his forehead on your shoulder so he wouldn't have to look at you "what if i come back and you don't love me anymore?"

“what?” That was eve last thing you expect to come out of his mouth

“I’ll be gone for fuck knows how long and I won’t be able to talk to you or see you or listen to you- so I’m just...” the unspoken ‘worried’ didn’t need to be said

You understood

“Well, what if you come back and you don’t love me?”

His head snaps from its previous resting place and the expression he wore was like you just said the stupidest thing known to language

You light tap your fingers on his forehead shifting his expression to more of a ‘what was that for?’ scowl

“You see how that feels? Being worried over things you shouldn’t be?”

Your way or comforting him was sometimes awkward and sometimes bit weird, but he has to admit to did help settle the concern in his gut

“Even if I can’t reply,” he starts and your sure now that his mind was made up. “Even if I can’t do shit, I still want you to text me”

“Will that be okay?”

“If you don’t I’m going to be the most insufferable hero on the team; they’ll wanna send me back”

You laugh at him and he cracks a smile too. After so long frowning, the upwards turn in his lips was a sight for sore eyes

“Alright then. What should I text about?”

“Everything. I want to know when you wake up, when you go to bed. I want you to tell me about your day and what you are for meals- and if you skip meals, you better cough up the truth or else” he pitched your side at his faux threat

“I just want to know it all. And- and maybe the occasional voicemail wouldn’t be unappreciated so i can hear your voice from time to time”

Katsuki still has some issues with swallowing his pride and being “mushy” so you were proud of the requests he was making without much pushing from you- not that you’d made him say it if he really couldn’t have

He contacted the heroes who had offered him a spot in their team for the mission and told them he accept it

He then took the remaining days he has left before departure with you

Taking time off patrols and only doing minimal work through his laptop at home when you were taking a shower or sleeping.

He’d help with all the household chores on his newly found window of down time.

Going shopping with you and holding spices he wanted to buy over his head so when you tried to grab it and put it back- it was well out of your reach.

Cooking new dishes you both hasn’t tried before, binging random shows, even being attached to your hip sitting on the couch as you both preoccupied yourselves

He wanted to spend every second possible by your side until he wasn’t anymore

When you drop him off at the airport security gate, you weren’t sure if he’d let you go. The hug he gave you felt right and secure and he wishes he could pick you up and take you with him

It was an early morning flight and it was barely 3 in the morning- it was for the nest bc less people had the chance to see dynamight clinging to his partner like a touch starved koala

“‘m gonna fuckin miss you so much”

You scratch at the nape of his neck and feel him huff into your own as his palms spread in your back- lifting you to your toes on the verge of swaying side to side

“I’ll miss you too, katsuki” you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting choked up

When he fight let’s you go, he’s cupping your face and running his thumbs under your misty eyes

He’s mapping out your face and the way you look so he can burn it into his brain. The pictures he had in his phone wouldn’t be enough, he has to remember how you feel under his hands

“Remember your promise,” he instructs and you chuckle- a bubble of emotions in your throat

“I’ll make sure to text you so often you’ll wish you hadn’t told me to”

“That’s what I like to hear”

He kisses you goodbye before being ushered through security and before you can even get to an open public seat in the airport (bc you want to wait until his fight takes off before going home) you get a text

-I miss you already dammit-

You laugh, rubbing at your still wet eyes at the seemingly thick impatience he’s using to show how he feels

You figure he’s just doing this since he won’t have a chance in the future- so parking your butt in a chair you indulge him

-I bet I miss you more-

-I seriously doubt it-

-you’ll push me to the back of your mind the moment you land overseas and shift into dynamight mode!-

-yeah, fat chance. you’re always on my mind-

You smile at your phone and when he finally tells you he’s boarding the sinking feeling of being alone finally hits you- but you don’t regret this decision

You receive one last phone call from katsuki just before he needs to shut his phone down

You can hear the loud humming of the plane and the clambering background noise of others boarding that are coming in the mission too

“I love you” is all he says. And it’s all you say back.

Because you do- you both do.

“I’ll see you soon, okay? Kick some ass for me”

“Oh, you know I will, babe”

Then the line ends. And soon after his plane take off. You’ll miss him like hell, but you know he’ll be back

-x-x-x-

a/n: Pardon any spelling errors. Started this on laptop- finished it on phone and I have quite the track record for typos LOL they (may) be fixed later on

[welcomingdisaster]

WIP Wthursday!

tagged by @melestasflight a little bit ago, thank you for the tag! <3 have a self indulgent whole-ass scene from ch. 4 of sparrowhawk, haha.

It is only when Maglor’s eyes focus, and his bearing seems quite returned to him, that Maedhros breathes in deeply and demands, not bothering to lighten the anger in his voice, “What was that, Káno? Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of us?” 

Maglor swallows. Maedhros steels himself to feel no pity for his torn voice, for his obvious exhaustion—it is easier than it ought to be, and part of Maedhros regrets that. 

“I left my body,” he says softly, “just for a little bit. Mind—mind touch. Ósanwë.” 

“Quite plainly,” Maedhros says, his voice flat. “What did you call on us, Maglor? How did you know? Why? What sort of—what sort of gamble, what sort of risk—”

He reaches to grab Maglor by the shoulder, shaking him against the wood.  “I,” Maglor says, “I heard, I. I had a feeling.” 

Maedhros waits for further explanation, feeling his anger soar as nothing comes. He drops his hand, sinking his fingernails into his palm. “Had a feeling? That thing—oh, I do not even know, some ghastly spirit, some dead wizard, some ghost—you know it and you speak to it and you call it upon us and you say naught, you say naught to me—! You hide your thoughts from me, you sing sad songs you haven’t thought of in an age, you know something and you do not tell me!” 

“The pale wizard,” Maglor says, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Maedhros blinks, the wind taken temporarily out of his sails. “What?” 

“The pale wizard,” Maglor repeats, “not the dead one.” 

Maedhros feels his whole body flash hot, coiled tight as though preparing for another fight. Fingon catches him hand before he can grab Maglor’s shoulder again, tugging him away sharply. 

“Ros,” he says, “Ros, let him breathe.” 

Maedhros turns, and grips instead Fingon’s arm. Knows his grip is bruising, knows that his anger rises beyond what is right, what is proper. But he can no more swallow it down than he can stop the tide, or beat the moon down into the seawater. 

“He doesn’t keep things from me,” he cries, “I am his brother, I am his lord, I—you do not keep things from me, Káno—”   

But plainly he has. Maedhros chokes on the betrayal of it. Imagines peeling away Maglor’s skin and seeing the traitor hiding underneath, imagines listening ears and prying eyes, imagines— 

“Ai,” Fingon cries, his voice sharper, “Elbereth, let go of my arm before you break it.” He pries Maedhros’ fingers off him, catching his hand in both of his. Squeezes, none too gently. “You are going for a smoke, ‘Ros.” 

Maedhros hesitates, feeling the waves of anger pulse shake through his body, bringing him to the verge of tears. But Fingon pushes him, and he rises to his feet. Fingon lingers just a moment, running his hand over the back of Maglor’s head, where he had hit the tree as Maedhros had shaken him—Maedhros flashes hot at that, with guilt and with anger—then squeezes Maglor’s shoulder and stands. 

i'll tag... @theghostinthemargins @zealouswerewolfcollector @eilinelsghost @searchingforserendipity25 @that-angry-noldo @polutrope @meadowlarkx @grey-gazania & anyone else who desires!

[rorywritesjunk]

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: Honestly soft NC-17 due to what Buggy is doing at the end again. Warning: Male msturbation towards the end again because Buggy can't help himself. A reference to a blowjob. Buggy fantasizes a lot, has self pity. Word Count: 2,165 A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic.

Title comes from “Take Me To Church” by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7

Chapter 6

“I can't find the cravat you gave me, Buggy.” Taron brought up a few days later after a meeting. Buggy had tuned most of it out as usual, filling his mind with images of Mihawk or Crocodile beating him senseless to keep him from even looking at Taron. He knew where the cravat was, hidden under his pillow in his room. They didn't have to know what he did with it.

“M-Maybe Richie took it.” Buggy chuckled nervously. “He likes things like that, you know. Just a big kitten sometimes.” He let out a loud bark of laughter, hoping it was a believable excuse, but the way the three were looking at him he wondered if he was a dead clown with that lie.

Thankfully Taron shrugged and moved on from the topic, bringing up meetings the three would have that Buggy would need to be present for even if the others did the talking. He breathed a sigh of relief; meetings where he just had to sit there was fine. The other two wouldn't want him talking anyway, he'd just fuck it up.

Once he was released, he headed for the tent, Taron trailing after him as they went over the planner. Buggy kept glancing back at them, the absence of the colorful cravat noticeable, but he couldn't give it back to them after what he had been doing with it. He would need to get them a new one.

“If uh, you want, you can get a new cravat from my… own collection.” Buggy suggested, nervously tripping over his words as they walked. “Only if you want, I'm not going to force it, you know.”

“Oh?” They glanced up, amused by his offer. “You're not going to just sneak one into my wardrobe then?”

“H-Hey, I was just trying to add some color to your wardrobe!” He shot back as his face flushed from the embarrassing reminder. “If you just dressed flashier it wouldn't be a problem, instead you look like you take clothes out of Croc’s dresser each morning!”

“Mm, you still don't like how I dress?” They asked as they looked back at their planner. “I don't know if I trust you to dress me, Buggy. Not to mention your clothes won't fit me.”

“You wouldn't be wearing my clothes anyway!” Buggy hated the shrieking pitch of his own voice right then. Why did he have to imagine that? Taron in his clothes, shirt unbuttoned, pants snug around their hips and ass. Buggy would prefer them to not have clothes on. He choked on the thought and turned red. Why was he acting like a horny teenager lately?

Taron laughed; it took Buggy a second to realize it wasn't his reaction they laughed at. They were laughing at the thought of dressing in bold colors and patterns, commenting how that wasn’t really what they liked to wear. They preferred darker, neutral colors with very little flair to them. Buggy's commentary on their wardrobe amused them, though anyone else would have been offended.

“Thank you for the offer, Buggy.” They chuckled as they grinned at him. “How about you surprise me with a new cravat, one your lion won't want to take?”

“F-Fine, yea, I can do that! Whatever, I'll find you an even better one than that last one, okay?!” Buggy shot back. “We can go look for it now if you want!”

“We have work to do.” They reminded him; Buggy deflated a bit. “Just some more paperwork.”

“Why, why is there so much?” Buggy whined as he stopped in his tracks and fell to his knees dramatically, pounding a fist on the ground. “I hate this! I've never done this much before in my life! It's not fair!”

He whined and sulked as Taron walked over and stood beside him. He tensed up when he realized how close they were. If he kept his head down they wouldn't be able to kick him in the face, and he had his hair under his bandana so they wouldn't be able to grab ahold of it. If he stayed down they couldn't hurt him. They have to be sick of him by now.

“Buggy.” They crouched beside him, putting their hand on his back. Their voice was gentle but firm. “I know it's a lot which is why I'm here to help you, remember? I'm giving you breaks when I feel you need it, keeping you on task, things like that. It's just a few forms that need your signature.”

He lifted his head up just enough to look at them. They weren't angry or frustrated at his behavior, once again more amused by the pirate's antics. They kept their hand on his back, a comforting feeling for him as he sat up, hoping there wasn't too much dirt in his face.

“After you fill out the forms we can go to your room and you pick me out a new cravat.” They told him gently. “But only if you'll be a good boy for me. Can you do that?”

He nodded, swallowing heavily as he thought of Crocodile kicking him in the stomach to discourage his body from reacting to Taron’s words. Why did they have to call him a good boy like that? He wanted to be good for them, to continue to earn that praise, but the way they spoke to him with a calm voice while he had a meltdown was almost too much for him to handle.

“I can be a good boy for you.” He mumbled. “Really.”

“Good.” They smiled, giving him a gentle pat on the back

“Why are you nice to me?” He mumbled as he looked up at them. “You work for Crocodile.”

“I do but if I used similar tactics on you that he would have used what good would that do me?” They told him as they moved their hand from his back. “You've been so good at getting the tasks and paperwork done that I don't need to threaten you, Buggy.”

“Would you have if I didn't get the work done?” Buggy asked. Taron smiled and touched his cheek. He leaned into their hand.

“Oh, I would have. You wouldn't have liked what I would have done to you.” They told him, giving his cheek a pat. “But you've been so good for me that all I want to do is reward you. I may need to get you better candy.”

He perked up a little at the mention of candy. Taron grinned and stood back up, offering their hand to him. Buggy took it, letting them pull him to his feet. He hated the idea of more work, it was unending, but the prospect of a sweet little treat as a reward was a bit of motivation to get the tasks done, even if he wanted to fuss and whine about it.

The two headed back to the tent and to Buggy’s office. Taron set the stack of papers down on the table before they went to start some coffee. Buggy took a seat and sighed, looking over at Taron as they busied themself. Buggy was still getting used to them, though there was still a bit of distrust. They were close to Crocodile, could they just be softening Buggy up before the final blow? 

He wondered if Taron talked about him whenever they were with Crocodile. Did the two make fun of him when they were together in Crocodile’s bed and talk about how ridiculous he was? That he was pathetic, useless, and that Buggy was kept around just to be  the face of the Cross Guild at this point? 

Buggy slumped forward onto the table, letting his head thunk against it as he let out a pitiful whine. How did he get into this mess? Why did this have to happen to him?

“Buggy?”

He looked up, resting his chin on the table as he looked over at Taron. They had a frown on their face as they carried back his cup of coffee. 

“Something on your mind?”

“Do you talk about me to Crocodile?” He asked with a sigh, dropping his head down again. Taron frowned at the question. Why was he so interested in what they did with Crocodile after hours?

“No, I don’t.” Taron told him as they set the cup down next to him. They took a seat and turned to look at him, resting an elbow on the table with their head in their hand. “He doesn’t think of you when he’s choking me with his cock if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Yes, that’s exactly what I was wondering. Buggy sat up and looked away as his face turned red. They said that so casually to him and he hated the image that popped into his head, the same image he jerked off too with their cravat, of them on their knees in front of Buggy, begging for his cock, and what they said didn’t help. He tried to think of Crocodile beating him into the ground to ignore his cock twitching, but it wasn’t helping.

“O-Okay, you know what, I think I can handle this paperwork without you.” Buggy said, voice cracking as he gave them a dismissive wave. “I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Go uh, have the day off. Enjoy the weather.”

Taron gave him a funny look. “Oh, so no taking me to your bedroom for a new cravat?”

“Later, okay, later.” Buggy insisted. “You, uh, are distracting me, talking about Crocodile, so I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Go… go hang out with him or something.”

They looked at him for a moment and Buggy wondered if they were suspicious of his change in behavior.

“Crocodile wouldn’t be pleased if I left you alone when you have work to do.” They replied as they leaned back in their chair. Buggy hated this, he needed to be alone just for a little bit to take care of this problem. He needed to slip back to his room, grab the cravat from under his pillow, and take care of himself. He actually felt mildly disgusted with himself for this but he had no other choice. “Though I suppose you have been working hard lately, so I’ll give you an hour.” 

Grinning they pushed their chair back and stood up, leaning across the table to grab his chin. “However, you need to be a good boy and take care of the paperwork, do you understand? I’d hate for you to disappoint me, Buggy.”

Buggy stiffened in their grasp, his body reacting to their touch. He was grateful he was sitting so they wouldn’t notice the growing tent in his pants. Taron grinned, giving his chin a squeeze before they pulled back. “You can have one hour alone but then I’ll need to come back to make sure you’ve been good, understand?”

“I-I um, understand.” He choked out, his voice tight as he tried not to whine for their touch. Taron pushed their chair in and headed out, leaving Buggy alone. He was in no position to leave his chair, the discomfort was too much, so he gave himself a few minutes before undoing his pants and slipping them down his knees with his boxers, freeing himself from his clothes. 

He felt pathetic for this, having to jack off after spending time with this person, someone he didn’t really know, someone who wouldn’t give him the time of day. What would they think of him if they found him like this? They’d probably tell Crocodile and Mihawk, the three of them laughing at how pathetic the clown was and how desperate he was for another person’s touch. The thought was horrifying to Buggy. He didn’t want any of them to know. It was humiliating enough to him that he never had sex, but to know that his assistant was having it with Crocodile after spending the day with Buggy? Did they hate him that much that Taron needed to have the thought of Buggy fucked out of them each day?

And that was a mistake because now Taron was in his thoughts, sitting in front of him, watching him touch himself as they urged him to continue, telling him he needed to be a good boy, that he was just so wonderful and doing a good job at pleasing himself. He imagined them putting their hand on his cheek, caressing his skin as they praised him on how proud they were of him for always doing a good job with his work, that he was getting better each day. 

And he was starting to imagine Taron naked, taking their clothes off for him, telling him they wanted to make sure he was satisfied by their assistance-

And someone was calling for him, saying he was needed, and Buggy was cursing at being interrupted. Why couldn’t people solve their own problems?

[switchbladedreamz]

Bastard of a Leak

Requested?: nah

Pairing: Captain "Luke" Syverson x Reader

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: i made up the name Luke, brief mention of reader having glasses, brief mention of reader being bisexual.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here" the drawl of my husband's southern accent drifts through the air. I ignore him. "Honey don't tell me you been under there all day? When did you go to the hardware store!?". I'm under the kitchen sink surrounded by pieces of pvc, pvc glue, a wrench and clamps here and there, oh and drenched from neck to navel. The leak was driving me crazy and i know my way around a thing or two so I thought i would give my hand a try but apparently my hand is not plumbing compatible. "C'mon baby get out from under there and lemme get a look'achya" my husband asks. I sigh before crawling out from under the sink dusting my back and my ass off, and look up to the hulk of the man in front of me.

The look in his eyes could sink a ship or make his momma proud. Pride, hunger, and awe swirl in his eyes like minnows playing in the shallows of a creek bed. "You been workin on that bastard leak from hell all day, it's already 9:30. I'll call a guy tomorrow. Okay?" I resign with a simple nod, leaning directly forward i rest my forehead on his chest. Sy's arms fold around my grimy body bringing me into him. His warmth momentarily melts away the ache that had settled over me while the sun was still shining. "Okay." i finally settled on the matter. "There's my girl. Now go shower while I heat up your dinner okay?" I relinquish a barely audible "okay", i fight to untangle myself from the tree trunks that refuse to let me go. "Baaahaabyyyyy" i whine until Sy just chuckles and opens his arms. Limply I shuffle toward the bathroom, taking my boots off before the door and tossing the wet tank top off in the hamper with the rest of my clothes. I take a quick cold shower and wash my everything as fast as possible with sore arms and taut back muscles, i want to eat and lay down. Leaving the door open to the steamy bathroom, I walk down the hall to my bedroom. Toweling off and changing into another tank top and shorts. Exiting the bedroom i call out "baby" trying to find my husband. My answer sounds like its coming from the kitchen. "Oh where oh where can my baby beee? The Lord took her away from me" his singing is a treat. Luke turns around as i start the next verse, my plate in his hands. "She's gone to heaven so I've got be good so i can see my baby when I leave this world" I watch as he sets the plate at my place at the table, and the bowl in his left hand he sets at his place. He walks toward me and it is only then i notice he's shirtless. I must've gotten his shirt wet earlier. Big hands warm my hips his fingers slip under my shirt to hold my bare back. We sway as he sings,

"We went out on a date in my daddy's car. We hadn't driven very far. There in the road, straight ahead. A car was stalled, the engine was dead. I couldn't stop so i swerved to the right I'll never forget the sounds that night", my ear rests against his heart. I count the steady pace of his heart beats...1 ..2 ..3 ..4 ..1...2 ..his smooth voice rocks the airwaves around, we rock our bodies to Pearl Jam's rhythm. Luke's voice is like whiskey to me, its deep like amber with a spike of raw honey. I would drink myself to death on it if I could. If only he'd sing for me more often. A loud grumble and a stab of hunger erupted from my stomach which made Sy laugh. Moment over. "C'mon baby lets get some food in that belly".

I sit and eat my "grilled chicken pasta leftover surprise" as my honey so lovingly called it. Luke's head is down, and is currently grunting in between shoveling spoonfuls of.. something, into his mouth, I I left my glasses in the bathroom. He has his forearm wrapped in front of the bowl while his hand wrests on the bowl's side, as if he's holding it to the table..or hostage. I peer over to peek, its ice cream.

It makes me giggle. Such a big man is so protective of a little bowl of ice cream. "Huh?" He perks his head up. There's white drop and caramel all over his mustache and there's little pieces of chocolate in his beard too. I can't hold back my laughter. I get up and head to the kitchen. The hardwood floor of the dining room is cold tonight, the tile is chilled as I enter the kitchen. I lean down in front of the kitchen sink, opening the cabinet doors is when I remember I moved the wash cloths to the counter top. I sigh coming back up, god I'm sore. Snatching the top washcloth on the pile i run it under warm water for a few seconds. I grab a second wash cloth with my dry hand and open the sink cabinet once again. I toss the half unfolded cloth on the puddle of water below the pipes and shut the door with my foot. I could feel my husband watching me like a hawk the whole time, he wouldn't think I noticed his shoulders relax when he realized i was coming back to the table. "Whatcha doin baby?" I decided to ignore his question. I raise the cloth to his face, hesitating trying to convey my intentions. He watches my wrist, anticipation written in his eyes. His lips are drawn thin to a line on his face. "You coulda just said somethin". I just grin back at him as my answer.

I watch as the light casts eyelash shadows beneath his eyes, they flutter then close as the warm cloth comes in contact with his moustache in light downward swipes.

"i gotta tell ya it was pretty sexy seein you under there workin so hard. I guess finding your significant other doing manual labor sexy goes both ways. Like you" he chuckles. His eyes still closed as I clean his beard. His words make me giggle. "Good to know, I'll have to keep that in my back pocket. But I don't wanna get under that sink again." Luke pulls me down onto his lap to sit. He kisses my temple. "You worked damn hard today and I'm proud of you. I made some calls and got a few different quotes, i figured we would look at 'em together tomorrow and decide on who's the best option". It's my turn to kiss him. I lean forward and lightly kiss him, his lips are a little sticky from the ice cream. "You're so sweet, my bear." He takes my left hand and puts his on his cheeks, his thumb twiddling with the set of two rings on my left ring finger. It makes me smile, I give his forehead a small kiss and stand up. I turn around to head to my chair and Luke slaps my ass. He chuckles as the gasp I made as he picks his spoon up and returns back to his mistress, the bowl of Rocky Road.

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Copper top encounter with surprise jr pie part 11

"B came in with copper new armor plates." Hey, sugar, you awake yet? don't look at me copper. Please, i need these measurements to see what I need to fix, "copper groaned as she felt naked without her armor on" surprise jr where is he? I'm out here.....fuckin robot bitch.... quit crying uncle you lost fair and square "surprise jr teleported into the room with hell fire above his head like a halo" i don't cry my niece I get even "surprise glared at copper with hell fire rage in his eyes" just wait copper I will be free again. Yeah right your mine and my gf bitch and I'm the main pimp now go so I can get my measurements bitch. "Copper tilted her head in disrespect to the devil surprise teleported away." Get my measurements, please B I have to get my bitch in order. Oooooo copper, I never knew you would be a pimp. Neither did I, but I won that fight, and I'm not losing my grip on the devil either. "B got her measurements and started work on new armor plates while copper was writing down places and artifacts needed work on" hmmm "in a few minutes B had her armor plates done and started using magic to place them in" ok copper your golden "copper hugged B" Thank you B your a life saver don't worry about copper just knock my uncle down a few pegs ok? I will "copper smiled teleporting outside" surprise?! Go eat your gf. "Copper face started heating up, turning her cheek red" s-shut up...... blow me bitch! Follow me bitch i have artifacts for you to test artifacts my kind of artifacts? or my big brother artifacts? What's the difference goat boy keep pushing your lucky you slug I'll make your hell worst what I'll do to you up here "then the fourth strongest demon came to challenge copper to free surprise jr" you mortal bot I challenge thy to free my lord prepare thy asshole mortal "surprise jr stepped back and watch the show then the demon went to punch copper then she stopped the giant attack then upper cutted the demon then she drags the demon to a gelatin and chopping it's head off killing the demon" fourth strongest demon my copper metal ass bitch with me NOW! "Copper yelled at surprise, then dragged him to some satanic artifacts test them now you bitch go fuck your gf. Should I kick your ass? "Surprise, Jr. turned hell red as the devil took control, fixing his hoodie. " surprise is cooling down, my lady, and you are? im the devil....... "The devil dropped from getting low blow" bring back my bitch fucker before I make you my bitch too "surprise jr took control" really a nut shot? Daddy!!!!!!!! "Surprise, Jr. turned shocked seeing his daughter leyas here." Daughter, go home. I'm busy, but dad mom is worried you have been home in month. Who's this Surprise? My daughter, the devil's daughter, called her. Oh, I'm sorry. "Then leyas teleported closer to her dad so your beated my dad huh? Yes, ma'am. Did you almost win, Daddy? Yes, I had her half dead, and then she tackled me off the cliff she was lucky she "survived" 'surprise was pissed he still lost but he must honor the code' but untill I'm free I can't return home yet dammit mom won't come up tho it's cold up here. I know, leyas. im dressed for this coldness, but stay with mom. I'll be home later, ok? Ok daddy "leyas hugged her" you better be nice to my dad bitch or I'll come get you myself.

'Copper didn't know how to react but dragged surprise to some more artifacts while leyas teleported away' sorry for my daughter copper she over protective of me. it's fine, surprise. I kinda know how you feel. I bet you are you stupid robot bitch

To be continued

Mod pie: morning story for copper top i can't stay up anymore maybe we'll see if I can stay up

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