#i've been sitting on this one for a while

[kxsagi]

hear me out bllk characters with an “innocent” s/o who doesn’t understand pickup lines/takes them too literally 😭 with my freaky kings shidou, kaiser, aiku, karasu and otoya, pretty please

“𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐳? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?”

a/n: omg nah this is peak 🙏

(ac: miiuu1103 on tik tok)

ft. shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, otoya eita

shidou ryusei

shidou, being the menace he is, cannot resist dropping the dirtiest, most unhinged pickup lines on you. 

he corners you one day, eyes gleaming, and purrs, “you wanna ride me like a skateboard, baby?” 

you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes and a soft gasp. 

“but ryu... i don't know how to skateboard.” 

and you sound so genuinely distressed about it too, like you just failed a pop quiz. 

he stares at you for a second. just stares. like a man witnessing the purest creature alive. 

his brain actually short-circuits. 

“nah, nah, princess, you don’t gotta know how to ride. i’ll teach ya, easy.” 

you perk up immediately. “really?! i've always wanted to learn!” 

shidou goes through it. 

next thing you know this man is out here dragging a skateboard out of the garage, fully committed to giving you lessons like he didn’t mean it in the filthiest way possible. 

he falls in love every time you wibble-wobble on the board and giggle when he catches you. 

thinks you're the best thing since violence and energy drinks. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is OBSESSED with you. 

he thinks your innocence is a gift from the gods, handcrafted to make his life more entertaining. 

one afternoon, he leans back lazily against the wall outside, smirking, and says, “are you a magician? because whenever i look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

your eyes go HUGE. like a cartoon character. you start whipping your head around, frantically looking around the room. 

“wait, where is everyone? what did you do?!” 

you’re actually worried. you start listing people: “wasn’t ness just here? and that man selling pretzels?” 

kaiser nearly slides down the wall laughing. 

he’s gripping his stomach like he's about to ascend. 

when he finally manages to breathe, he cups your cheeks and plants a kiss right on your forehead. 

“relax, schatz. it’s just me being stupidly in love with you.” 

you still make him check if ness is okay, though. (he texts ness “u alive?” ness replies “unfortunately.”) 

aiku oliver

oliver has no shame. 

if he sees you in cute shorts or a dress, he will immediately pull out the worst pickup lines he knows. 

lounging on the couch one day, he winks at you and says, “your body’s 70% water... and i’m thirsty.” 

you stare at him, so genuinely confused, like, “you can just drink from the kitchen? i refilled the brita.” 

realizing how sassy that might have sounded, you legitimately run to get him a bottle of water and come back looking so proud of yourself. 

“here, stay hydrated.” 

oliver’s just sitting there with a hand over his face, sobbing internally from how precious you are. 

he accepts the water, kisses your hand dramatically, and mutters, “god gave you to me because he knew i couldn’t handle anyone else.” 

karasu tabito

karasu thinks he’s the king of smooth. 

he leans over your shoulder while you're cooking, breath warm against your ear, and says, “are you from tennessee? ‘cause you’re the only ten i see.” 

you immediately turn around and frown very seriously. 

“tabi... i’ve never even been to tennessee.” 

you sound so sad about it too, like you’re worried you disappointed him somehow. 

karasu has to physically restrain himself from collapsing into giggles. 

he straightens up, clearing his throat dramatically. 

“nah, babe, it’s just a cheesy way of saying you’re insanely hot.” 

you light up like a christmas tree. “oh! thank you!!” 

and then you very earnestly offer, “i can go to tennessee if you want!” 

karasu almost proposes on the spot. 

from that day on he makes it his mission to hit you with a ridiculous pickup line at least once a day just to see your confused little face. 

otoya eita

otoya thinks he’s the smoothest operator in the universe. 

he slides up to you while you're minding your business and purrs, “do you have a map? ‘cause i just got lost in your eyes.” 

immediately, you gasp and start rummaging through your bag like your life depends on it. 

“i don’t have a paper map on me, but i have the maps app in my phone! wait, wait, don’t panic, i’ll find it!” 

otoya watches you absolutely spiral over helping him and he has to cover his mouth to hide the fact that he’s losing his mind. 

when you look up at him, wide-eyed and breathless, holding your phone out like a lifeline, he just melts. 

“no need, princess,” he croons, tucking your hair behind your ear. “i’m exactly where i wanna be.” 

you: "yay! so you’re not lost anymore?" 

otoya internally: somebody please call an ambulance, i’m in love. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[beatlblog]

^#<- because they're made of a semi-solid and if they don't squish as close as possible they'll fall apart. it's why they're so codependent (via blackbeltkitten2)

#john was physically incapable of sitting normally (via pennielanelisbon)

#squishing them into one Beatle (via forthlin)

#theyre all trying to assert their dominance (via fortheturnstiles)

I've always known about John's fun sitting habits but I'm happy to see they've rubbed off on Paul (via justlikedylansmrjones)

#when the function has a couch in the corner to sit at#fruity ass seating arrangement fr (via steel-and-glass-64)

I saw someone say that they probably sleep all in one big bed and it makes me laugh still (via medufasa)

#I feel like this is very indicative of their personalities#also this is exactly how I sit on a sofa at different points of a conversation#my posture changes roughly every two minutes (via pennyrigby)

#and I've never seen someone take up that little space while man-spreading (via handsometabbyc)

Isn't sitting wonky a queer trait? Are all the Beatles bisexual? (via your-naked-magic-oh-dear-lord)

#ringo cocksahme vs george john and paul pussy facing the word (via maus-is-mouse)

#the weight of John’s belt dragging him down#poor ringo is fighting for his life (via unchaineddaisychain)

^#<- imagine sitting like that w a rod in your pants my heart breaks for him (via ringostarrofficial)

#but it’s really giving polycule (via noreplymp3)

#Another Pic that yells policule to me#Would Pete Best have been OK with this#No (via camibispace)

#literally just stingy and ungracious behaviour. paul lounges like a prince while poor ringo has folded in on himself (via wronglennon)

I'd bet Ringo sat down first, then John and George decided it would be funny to squeeze him into that tiny space (via snommelp)

#Ringo cock shame vs John pussy facing the world (via scary-ivy)

#plot twist george ringo and john were already sitting Like That anyway and THEN paul comes along for the other half of the couch#not a mite of personal space to be found between these four and i love it (via heckin-music-dork)

#paul manspreading if it was princess-y and respectful (via yerrimo)

#ringo drawing the short straw as always (via jokerlennon)

#girl shift...!!!! (via billyshearsyaoi)

#free Ringo (via keepyourcomradewarm)

#one direction took inspo from them on couch sharing (via grey-edges)

#polycule goals (via burnoutgrl)

He just HAD to take up more space. Can't take bisexuals nowhere (they'll all sit weird)#I'm not actually calling the beatles bisexual its a joke its a joke inb4 i get crucified for being silly on the silly website (via fbi-smoking-pot-members)

#girl you gotta scooch over (via banned-from-kansas)

#Ringo looks done (via brainclouded)

#all of them have found a uniquely terrible way to sit#ringo being hydraulic pressed by the remaining three beatles (via mundanecertaintytour)

#ringo looks pocketsized (via cantbother)

sharing the sofa like normal people

insp:

[whambambatfam]

Webs of a Wing

Chapter 5

Late but not as bad as before! (ᵕ ´ᗜ`) It doesn't feel as long as it is like, I actually questioned the word count. (´∀｀；) But at least I put the right title this time!

I promise I really do love Tim so much. I love all the robins so very very much. (ᵕ,—ᴗ—,)

I hope you enjoy!

Reader ages 15 - 17

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So, you lied to Alfred about your new spider friend, telling him instead that it was dead. Worried about what kind of experiments it would most likely be put through. Plus, it's kinda cute. Now that it's got the little nipping thing out of the way it's warmed up considerably to you. In fact it seems almost drawn to you in a way. Tapping at the little aquarium you bought for it when you come in. Even, dwindling webs around your fingers excitedly when you greet them.

"You'll be nice to our friends, right?" They catch on the tip of your nose before letting go to swing from your fingers, "Good baby."

The last time you saw your friends was as they were stumbling down the crowded halls with no hope of closing the gap. Everything was too sudden and confusing, it didn't even feel real at the time.Your week out of school has been spent at home, then the gym as you mastered your new... abilities.

Of course, you've kept in contact with them, let them know you hadn't died or anything crazy. Well, not that something didn't happen, you just couldn't face them about it. Until now.

"Finally! God, I've been waiting for you to spill it!" Mj practically cheers from her spot laid out on your bed. She sits up, emerald eyes wide with an almost child-like excitement, "I'm totally grateful that it was Flash you laid the fuck out like you did but like.. how did you?!"

Gwen finally pulls herself away from the spider tank to huff at the redhead, "How sensitive of you.." Spinning her chair to face you, she gives you a more sympathetic look, "We wanted to wait for you to bring it up first."

Now, you wish you hadn't waited so long to open up. They don't care how strange your situation might be, even if they did criticise your decision making abilities. Of course, you had to show off your new strength, lifting your bed up with both of them on it. Along with your.. web things. Which was still a little tricky to get a hang of and it felt so odd, creating this incredibly strong substance that stuck to everything concretely. The two of them were ecstatic, even saying you could be a hero.

"Well, if you can get over being in the spotlight. Like when you're in a competition!" MJ is squeezing your hands and while it's nothing to what you can withstand now you can practically feel her excitement from the contact.

It made it so much harder to say, "I don't, um, well, it's just that-" Literally, especially when you can see the stars in her eyes, "There's.." No way someone like you could do what they do, "So many heros and vigilantes out there already..."

"That would be quite a chance in your life, we are still pretty young for all that..." Gwen, your voice of reason, pillar of sanity, your- "Maybe you could train until you're an adult and we can work on your brand before that."

"No, not you too."

Life at the mansion is quiet as always, the familiar desolate kind of quiet you've grown hate rather viciously. You've only crossed paths with your father in glimpses since the funeral. In fact, you hardly see Alfred anymore, always busy tending to Bruce and minding the cave. Of course, It couldn't stay quiet for long, it's something you both dreaded and anticipated. After weeks that bend together life rises in the somber walls again.

There's something going on. Something big if the sudden commotion around the manor is anything to go by. Some kid is hanging around Alfred, he's got to be the one stirring up the birds. Not to mention you catch sight of Nightwing, stupid big collar and all. You thought he was too busy off living his own life to actually come around anymore, not that he ever paid you much mind but... it made Alfred sad! Stupid jerk.

It's not until the next day that the old butler does his best to explain the situation. "He's a young boy that's been observing Master Bruce since... Well, since he was mentoring Master Richard." Oh, so he's a weirdo like you. It's strange the two of you didn't cross paths sooner. "I'll bring him around some time soon." So, he's sticking around, that could only mean one thing.. "The two of you could be close.. Young master." You could practically hear 'like Jason' on the tip of his tongue. The unsaid words burn your ears and twist up your chest.

Opening the top of your aquarium you let out your like friend. The excited skitter of your dear spider up your arm leaves a silken trail in its wake. Giggling you guide the bitty spider onto a finger, holding them up to eye length.

"Would you like to come take some pictures, little one?" You coo as they dangle from your index. "We'll see how the-" No, you couldn't say that. Ha, yeah, new Robin. That old one's dead. So? Just shuck a new one in again and keep going. Fuck you hated it and you hated feeling so bitter and you hated not being able to just- fucking scream at someone. Let rage that's building in your heart out on something.

You can feel your back hit the wall. Thoughts swirl as you steady yourself with a hand against the wall. This was the kind of situation you could only talk to Alfred about. The old man was all words of wisdom and you felt too ashamed to bring such thoughts up to him.. He was mourning too, it was all too much, too heavy. You just wanted laying around and whining like you did with Jay, like you can with your friends.

But, if Bruce found out you knew and went blabing? Spilling secrets, even to your closest confidants.. People outside the family things you shouldn't even know? Telling them would surely spell your end. Hell, not to mention the actual risk you're friends could be in by letting them know something so dangerous. If someone found out they knew who The fucking Batman was..

As the feeling of the winding emotions tighten your lungs, two little spider legs tap against your nose. "Okay, okay, I'm alright." The laughter slips from your mouth before you realize it's yours. Little legs dance across your face. Your breathing evens out and you realize that your room seems.. smaller.

Like you've suddenly outgrown the room entirely. Looking down you realize your feet are not, in fact, on the ground. Instead they, along with your free hand, are stuck to the wall. You've unconsciously backed yourself into the corner... of your ceiling.

"Is there anything else you like to tell me about?"

The thought felt so far out there but... maybe you really could use this? Go out, fight crooks, help people, be a real vigilante. The thought squeezed at your heart and burned at your ears, you're well rehearsed in running about Gotham and capability in fighting. It has crossed your mind as so unachievable... until till now.

Now, it actually feels within your grasp, all too sudden and yet... all too late at once. If you could have worked at his side. What would he think? Would you tell him right away? Would he accept your strange changes? Would he think to do the same? To finally tell you?

Does it matter?

He's gone.

Feet hitting the ground silently you lower your spider back into its enclosure on your desk. You collapse on your bed. Tears slip down your face as your gaze blurs at the ceiling. The kiss of twilight lying lazily across the white surface in soft dim rays.

When the lights are suddenly flipped on you shield your red eyes with your hood. Sitting up your knees tuck to your chest as you glare at the intruder. Two, standing awkwardly in your doorway. Oh, Alfred, what impeccable timing you have, old man.

He smiles, calling your name gently, "This is Master Timothy-" Hand laid on the young boy's shoulders, he presents him.

Breaking from the butler's grasp he strides over, "My name's Tim. It's nice to meet you." Another black haired, blue eyed boy stands before you. Reach out a hand for you eagerly, "I guess we'll be seeing each other so-"

That simmering anger boils over and you snap at him, "Yeah, cause your- what? Here to replace Jason, right?" You couldn't take this, not again. "Sorry, I'm not looking for a new brother."

"What-?" The look on his face makes you feel like shit, but it can't plug the hole it's opened.

Hissing bitterly, you turn away from him, "I'll make this easy for you," Pressing the balls of your hands into your eyes, you force away the tears. "We don't have to know one another. You might as well forget where my room is now." Glaring at him over your shoulder, face burning and chest aching, "I'm sure we won't be seeing each other."

So, this is Robin. What? Because he figured out Bruce is Batman? If you told him that you figured that out years ago, would he suddenly see you? Would he see your hard work, all that you fucking went through? Would he finally take you in as his own? If he knew of your powers, your skill, yours achievements...

Would you be his next tool? Thrown as his extension until you were of no good to him? Until your use is exhausted and you're tossed aside again?

No.

You are your own person and will use your own powers for your own good. Never have you needed him, any of them. You most certainly don't need them now.

You can't say you blame Tim for shutting you out following your outburst, Alfred had also scolded you soundly. Yet, you were too tired to hope anymore, to try for such a close connection, and he made sure to pay you in kind. From snubbing you on the rare occasion you crossed paths in the halls to out right leaving a room you've entered.

Making your way into the dining room after an exceptionally long day, you freeze in the doorway. The hand that was rubbing at the crook fell to form a fist at your side.

Bruce leans over to swoop up the paper he was helping Tim with, "It's okay, chum. Just rest up for now." He snatches up the rest of the studying material scattered on the counter piece by piece. "We'll get back to work when your head is clear."

Oh, what a diligent father he is...

Tim, clearly not willing to be pushed into taking a break, snips back at him, "I can't rest now! What if-" His words die in the throat as those cornflower eyes catch you.

Before you can retreat and save both of you from this encounter, Bruce notices his newest son's hesitancy. He finally sees you, pinned in place by the doorway, "Oh, Good-" Pausing to look out the window over the sink to assess the time he turns back with a smile, "Evening, this is actually good timing. Have you met, Tim?"

"Yeah." He's only been around for months but, of course, you're oblivious.

Suddenly, Tim bolts up from his seat, "I think you're right, Bruce. 'Should probably head home, get some rest." Study supplies gathered in his arms, he nods in departure as he pushes past you, "Night."

Returning to your room, you watch the car pull away and Alfred returns him home. Having him around grated on the parts of your grief that were still raw. A small part of you took some pleasure in knowing he would go home eventually. Back to his own house with his own parents.

Despite any lingering animosity, you couldn't help going out to watch the new dynamic duo.

Tim, well, the kid makes a damn good Robin. What he lacks in strength he doubles in agility and triples in cunning intelligence. It's fascinating watching him go, embracing his part so fluidly. Like he was born to play his role in this show of justice and brutality.

Speaking of, Batman and Robin were now long gone, having hopped in the batmobile and sped off after their latest lead. Normally, this would be time for you to head home. Climbing walls was a neat trick that got you out of most situations you got into while getting your shots. The tingle in the back of your head, hairs raised and skin prickling that makes you whip around to spot two figures at the end of the alley is new.

"Hand it over, lady," The man's gruff voice is muffled by the cloth obscuring his face, "and no one gets killed." He jabs something into the stomach of the woman he's cornered.

Wincing away, her back hits the wall, "No, please.." She clings to the plastic pharmacy bag, shaking her head vehemently, "My son, he's sick, please!"

This wasn't time to evade, it was time to intervene. Scaling the grimy bricks of the wall, you descend silently. Feet touching the ground just behind the man, his looming figure blocking the woman's view of you.

"It's not very nice to go through a lady's purse." The sudden sound of your voice makes him all but jump out of his skin and you can't fight the grin that pulls at your lips.

He looks you up and down, "What the hell do you want, kid?" Eyes honing what's hung around your neck, he chuckles under his mask, "That's a nice camera ya' got there."

Lifting the device up, it dangles on its strap, "Oh, this?" You tilt your head, "I was just in the neighborhood, getting the scoop on Gotham's latest scum. You'll make a good headliner." You're not really sure where this cockiness came from but it seemed to spill out whenever you used your powers. "Local loser gets ass kicked by teenager." Especially against assholes like this.

Finally shoving away the trembling woman, he turns to you fully, "So, you're just asking for it then?" The weapon he'd threatened her with, a handgun, now focused on you.

"Cute toy, let's play." Before he can react you've thrown your hand out, hitting the barrel with a web and yanking it from his hands.

He stands there for a moment, looking at you, the webbed gun, the woman and then back to you. "No, no I'm not about to be a part of some superhero background bullshit." Muttering almost hysterically under his breath, he backs out of the ally, "Fuck this, fuck Gotham.. I'm outta here!"

With that proclamation, he runs away leaving the two of you standing there stunned. With a sigh, you straighten yourself, hoping to give an air of confidence as you turn to the distressed woman.

It doesn't seem to matter though as she throws her arms around you, "Th-thank you, so much." Tears stream down her face as she trembles in your awkward arms. The stress of her life threatening situation washes over her and like a true gothamite she shakes it off like a champ. Brushing herself off, she gives you a thankful smile, "Please kid, if there's anythi-"

Your hands shoot up, waving off her offer, "No! No, no! Just don't, uh-" However in vain it may be, you pull at your jostled hood, trying to obscure your face. "don't tell anyone about me, what you saw, here, today- night.. Please?"

It feels like a weight off your chest when she agrees earnestly, giving you an affectionate pat on the heads and wishing you a good night.

Maybe you were getting a little ahead of yourself. To say you were inspired would be an understatement. Emboldened by your sudden victory, you use your.. fair skills in art and sewing. Ment for patching not to piece together a whole suit. Your first drafts are... bad.

It's a blessing and a curse when MJ stumbles upon your spider costume concepts.

"What are you making?" She gasps, flipping through your concept book.

"Don't look!" You squawk in horror, flailing for your book as an artist's worst nightmare happens before your very eyes.

"You know, this isn't all bad... Yeah, yeah I could work with this." Says the perpetrator of the heinous acts as she giggles at your dismay.

"Work with-?" before you can ask, she's pulled a small tape measure from who knows where. Lifting your arms up and around as she notes your measurements in nimble calculated movements.

"Hold still tiger." She smiles up at you, moving her work down your body until she has every inch of you jotted down. "So, what's the basics of what you're thinking?"

"Something bright, a nice red," like your dear round of Robins, "and blue to contrast. But, maybe that was too Superman-y?"

Mj suggests stitching black webbing across, and a spider.. where a bat would go, you liked that, differentiating yourself from them. Because you aren't them.

You are Spider.

Ya'know, like, Robin.. but, a spider.. the Spider? Oh wow, is that terrible? Are you dumb? You can't even tell anymore. What are you doing? Is this real? Are you really going to do this? Could you really go through with it after everything you've experienced?

After a day Mj is back with a design that immediately captivates you, "Holy shit.." You take the page, admiring the webbing over the blocking of the colors and the added large white eyes.

Looking rightfully proud of her work she wiggles ginger brows at you, bumping your shoulder with hers. "Nice right? It won't be very protective but you'll look damn good." Throwing your arms around her you both giddy at the prospects.

It would be entirely asinine of you, yet..

Using the abilities you've been honing for as long as you've lived in the manor. Not to mention studying every move of the renowned dynamic duo. The bite only enhanced what you already had.

You could actually help people, not just watching as they get rescued.

Dick showed you how to out maneuver your enemies, Jason showed you have to take them down soundly, and now Tim is showing you have to crumble them from the inside. Witnessing the swift ways he hacks into anything, taking out controls, shutting things down, using them to his advantage. It was truly fascinating. The skills he presented even reignited your interest in tinkering.

Of all the little things you've made, none ever had much of a use before. Mostly novelty things that you'd either give to your friends or gift to Alfred. Simple devices only meant for mundane tasks.

"Gwen. What if, hear me out, we parent trap our dads." Mj muses, from her end of your bed.

Rolling her eyes from the other end of the bed Gwen shushes her, "Stop yapping nonsense and listen." She gestures to you, standing there waiting for their attention.

"I dunno, I'm kinda interested." You chuckle lifting up the device in your hand. After a brief explanation of what it is and how it works you ask them as they stare in a mix of disbelief and confusion.

"So... what does this do?" She eyes the pair of inconspicuous goggles resting in your palm, "In, like, plain english please?"

"It should let you see." You grin, offering them up to her and she accepts them readily, "Wanna see?"

It's just the heat signature and outline of people in the vicinity. Hesitantly she takes them, slipping them over her head until they're in place.

"Holy shit that's cool..." Whipping her head around, she gasps, "Wait is that-?"

Gwen perks up, leaning in as if she could catch a peek, "Huh? What is it?" She nudges Mj's knee when she doesn't answer right away.

"You really, truly, outdone yourself this time." She presses her hand to her cheeks which are reddening under the goggles, "I can see his ass so clearly from, what? three rooms away?"

What did- Gwen cuts in, not leaving you to wonder for long, "Dicks home? Damn bitch, let me see."

"No, absolutely not." You practically jump her, wrangling them from her head.

"Hey! I'm not done!" Mj clings to the band as you lift her into the air with them, like a ferret latching onto a stolen shoe.

The leather of the other end of the band cries out in mercy as your eye twitches, "Give. Now." Gwen cackles at the sight of you trying to shake her off.

They may not always be the best but you know these two will always be your biggest pillars of support. No matter what happens.

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

i’m such a sucker for sulky jealous jae, so can we get sweets tutoring new incoming brothers (jisung?) and he has a lil crush on her like haechan did, but it’s sweet and innocent, and she sees him as her baby, a sweet younger boy to help out, but to jaehyun he’s a jealous boy bc some little new kid is getting sweets attention

Sweets 🤝 You guys

causing Jae stress

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[3:01 pm]

(cw: f!reader, threats of violence)

Fratboy!Jaehyun wouldn't have ever thought that he'd be jealous of a freshman. A pledge. A dumb one at that, yet here he was, jealous of Park Jisung. Some pledge that he was hoping would fail every test set before him. Recite every house on Greek Row? More like, recite the address of every school in the city. Recite the Greek Alphabet? Well, why stop at just Greek? Why not every other Mediterranean language while he's at it!

Jaehyun knew that Jisung failing wouldn't be the case though. Stupid Jisung who had been studying with you and stealing your attention for a while week now, so there was clearly no way he was going to fail. He could hear your gorgeous voice now, repeating all the Greek letters in the alphabet, pausing so Jisung's annoying, grating voice could repeat them.

He watches you from the kitchen where you sit cross legged on the nice rug the Nu Chi girlfriends had picked out with Jisung sitting adjacent to you. You smile, far too warmly Jaehyun thinks, at Jisung, "alright now you try."

Jisung blushes, ducking his head as he begins to repeat the alphabet. Even Jaehyun has to admit that he does pretty decent until this little dummy says, "kappa, lambda, M, nu..."

Your giggle rings through the air as you stop Jisung with a gentle hand on his shoulder. He can see Jisung's shoulders raise with bashfulness and his cheeks flush all over again, turning even brighter red as you tell him, "oh, you're just the cutest thing ever! Alright, I know it looks like an M, but its actually mu. You'll be fine though, you just have to recite the letters, not identify them."

Jaehyun can't help but zero in on where your hand touches Jisung, your words echoing in his head, 'cutest thing ever!' How is this scrawny freshman even cuter than your own boyfriend? If anything, it's your fault that he's smart now! He can go back to being dumb if that's what you think is cute! Fine! He'll fail his business classes that he needs to graduate. He'll lose all his muscle too, but you can't complain when the abs are gone or you have no more bicep muscle to bite! You've forced his hand!

Jisung ducks his head nervously, "ha, thank you, Sweets. I-I'm sorry, I know I'm just a pledge. Is it alright if I call you that? I can call you by your name if you'd like. Maybe Sweetheart, or um- I've heard Jaehyun call you Sweet Girl. I mean, that sounds a bit intimate, and you are very sweet. And a girl. I think you're one of the sweetest girls I've ever met and you're really pretty- um. I need to shut up now."

Your face falls into a pout as coo, hands reaching out to squeeze Jisung's cheeks. Jaehyun feels bitter envy bubbling in his stomach. You have only ever squeezed his cheeks like this like four times! That's not even a full hand's worth! And you've been together for like two years now! His body is just itching to move across the room and punch Jisung for flirting with you. He can at least flirt well, it's what you deserve at the very least...

However, as the mature senior that he is, Jaehyun doesn't resort to violence. He knows that you wouldn't choose Jisung over him. You've told him that you just think Jisung is cute like a child, and Jisung is shit at flirting anyway. There's no way his nerdy, awkward, bumbling rambling would ever convince you to leave your Adonis of a boyfriend.

Jaehyun sighs quietly, refocusing his thoughts as he listens to Jisung recite the alphabet slowly, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he tries to recall. As jealous as he feels, Jaehyun also feels a little proud. You're going to be such a great teacher. He knows it. You're doing such a great job helping Jisung, probably employing a bunch of methods from your classes that Jisung hasn't picked up on. Maybe not cooing at your students and squeezing their cheeks... but he knows you mean well.

Jaehyun nearly jumps out of his skin, when he hears, "want me to kill him?"

"Geez! No, Haechan! What the hell is your problem?!"

[starlightswitch]

@flashfictionfridayofficial I've been sitting on this prompt for a while.

Corey’s phone went off and he checked it automatically. It was from Levi. A text. A long text.

If you’re reading this, that means I’m gone. I’m so sorry to have to tell you this way. You’ve been the best friend I could have asked for, the best friend I’ve ever had. Thank you.

It felt so sincere he expected Levi to actually be gone when he looked up.

But someone was still standing next to him, and when he looked up it was still Levi, leaning slightly on the railing, one hand wrapped loosely around the glass sitting on the thin strip of table. “What’s up?” said Levi. Then, reacting to whatever expression was on Corey’s face, “What? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“…are you a ghost?” said Corey.

“What?”

Corey moved closer to show him the phone, their shoulders overlapping as Levi leaned in.

“Shit,” Levi said in a slow whisper.

He did not sound confused. He did not sound surprised. He sounded dismayed.

He knew what this was. He was only sorry Corey had seen it now.

Corey looked at him, kept looking at him even though Levi wouldn’t meet his eyes. “What do you mean, gone?”

Levi’s mouth opened but no words came out.

“Talk to me!” said Corey. “What does this mean?”

Presumably, eventually, realizing Corey was just going to keep staring at him until he said something, Levi said in a tight whisper, “You weren’t supposed to get it yet.”

“Obviously.”

“My dumb ass set it for 3PM instead of 3AM.”

“You were going to text me at 3AM to tell me that you were gone? The fuck?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Levi mumbled.

“I’m the best friend you’ve ever head and you were going to do who knows what in the dead of night and I would never see you again and you don’t even want to talk about it?”

“Ssh!” Levi threw a frightened glance at the patio below.

Corey hadn’t realized his voice had risen so much. He lowered it. “What am I supposed to think?”

“You’re not supposed to know about it,” said Levi.

“Until you…”

“It’s not what you think. At least, what I think you think.”

“Well, are you going to tell me what it is? Or are you not the friend you thought you were?” If he’d thought a second longer he might not have worded that so harshly, but it was out and it was how he felt. He took a long drink and tried to think of what to do if Levi didn’t answer him. Thought about walking away, and tried to decide if he could really do it.

Levi leaned in again, just a little. “You cannot tell anyone, understand? I’m not supposed to tell anyone. No one is supposed to know. If you know, it will be obvious who told you.”

“Tell anyone what?”

“I’m not who you think I am.” Levi winced. “Entirely. I haven’t been acting different and I’ve never lied—just not told you things—but my name is not what you think it is.”

Now that Corey thought about it, he could think of more than a couple times that Levi had dodged away from telling him things. Like where he was from and where he’d worked before here. Why he’d moved here when he didn’t know anybody around here.

“And now I have to go. And I can’t tell you why.”

“Not when you’ve told me this much?”

Levi laughed weakly. “I haven’t told you much.”

Corey looked up, thinking. “Could you tell me if I came with you?”

Levi looked at him so hard that Corey looked him in the eye, and Levi’s eyes held his, deeply serious. “Do you really want to do that? Have no one know where you went? Never say goodbye, or say it and not tell them why?”

There was a spark of something in his eyes. Corey was pretty sure it was hope.

“If you do—and I’m not saying you should.” Levi looked away as he said that. “Then meet me here tonight. Late. Bring some clothes and be ready to go.”

Corey didn’t say he would do it. He couldn’t really imagine just leaving like that.

But then, he couldn’t imagine letting Levi go, never knowing where, never knowing why.

Your best friend has left their last message for you, lamenting that they are no longer in this world should you receive that last message. It would have been emotional and tragic, had said friend not standing next to you, alive and in good health.

[thirteenheavens]

just wonwoo and his sexy af secretary having sx at their office during rest hour (both of them are single) you can add more according to your imagination IM PRETTY SURE THIS GONNA BE HOT AFFF 🥵🥵🥵

Mr Jeon|| Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Notes: thought id spoil you with a couple fics hehe

Wonwoo is sitting at his desk, reviewing some documents when you walk into his office. You can't help but notice the way his shirt clings to his broad shoulders, and the way his glasses perch on the bridge of his nose.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Jeon?" you ask, closing the door behind you. He looks up and gives you a small smile. "Yes, come here," he says, gesturing for you to come closer. You approach his desk, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the heat rising in your cheeks. Wonwoo stands up and walks around to your side of the desk, trapping you between him and the desk.

"I've been thinking about you all morning," he whispers in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You can feel his body pressed against yours, and you know what he wants. "We shouldn't," you protest weakly, even as your body betrays you by leaning into his touch.

Wonwoo chuckles and begins to unbutton your blouse, his fingers nimble and skilled. "We're on break, aren't we? No one will know," he says, pulling your shirt off and revealing your bra. He kisses your neck and moves down to your chest, his hands roaming all over your body. You let out a soft moan as he unhooks your bra and cups your breasts in his hands.

Wonwoo pushes you down onto his desk and positions himself between your legs. "I need you," he says, his voice low and rough with desire. You reach up and pull him down for a kiss, knowing that you're both risking getting caught but not caring in the moment. The thrill of it only makes the encounter more exciting.

Wonwoo's lips travel down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. He nips and sucks on your sensitive skin, marking you as his own. You arch your back and let out a soft gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues to tease you. "Wonwoo," you moan, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He smirks against your skin and reaches down to unbutton your pants, his fingers quickly undoing the zipper. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, his hand sliding into your underwear to tease your wetness. Your legs tremble as he circles your clit with his thumb, his other hand still massaging your breast. The desk creaks beneath you as you writhe in pleasure, trying to keep quiet so no one outside can hear you.

"So wet for me," Wonwoo says, his eyes dark with desire. "You're always ready for me, aren't you?" You nod, unable to form words as Wonwoo's fingers continue to work their magic. He slips two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out slowly while his thumb continues to rub your clit.

The feeling is too much, and you can feel your orgasm building quickly. "Wonwoo, I'm going to cum," you gasp, your body tensing up as you try to hold back. He grins and leans down to whisper in your ear. "Let go for me, baby. I want to see you come undone."

With a few more expert strokes, you come undone around his fingers, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Wonwoo watches you with hungry eyes, clearly pleased with himself. As you come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. "Delicious," he murmurs, his eyes still locked on yours.

You watch as Wonwoo unbuckles his belt and pulls out his hard cock, stroking it a few times. "I need to be inside you," he growls, positioning himself at your entrance. You nod eagerly, still sensitive from your orgasm but wanting more. Wonwoo pushes into you slowly, savoring the feeling of your tight walls enveloping him.

"You're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move inside you. The desk creaks louder now, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming out as Wonwoo picks up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster. He leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he continues to fuck you senseless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and you know that anyone walking by would definitely hear what's happening inside.

"You feel so good," Wonwoo moans against your lips. "I could stay inside you forever." Your grip on the desk tightens as Wonwoo continues to pound into you, his pace relentless and passionate. You can feel your second orgasm building again, the sensation almost too intense to bear.

"I'm close," Wonwoo groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "Come with me." He reaches down to rub your clit again, and the added stimulation sends you over the edge once more. You cry out his name as you cum, your body convulsing around him. Wonwoo follows right behind you, his own orgasm tearing through him as he buries himself deep inside you. He lets out a deep moan and collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs.

After a few moments, he pulls out of you and helps you sit up. "That was... incredible," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Wonwoo sits back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you straighten your clothes and fix your hair. "You look thoroughly fucked," he teases, his eyes roaming over your flushed face and swollen lips.

You blush and try to appear more professional, but the memory of what just happened is still fresh in your mind. "We should... get back to work," you say, trying to sound composed despite the fact that your legs are still shaking. Wonwoo chuckles and pats his lap. "Come here for a minute," he says, his voice low and commanding.

You hesitate for a moment, but the look in his eyes is irresistible. You walk over to him and sit down on his lap, feeling his strong arms wrap around you. He nuzzles your neck and whispers in your ear, "You're mine, you know that? No matter how many times we try to keep this professional, we always end up right back here."

[pearl-is-cool]

Soo uhm hiiii!!

my first writing post!!! I'm excited!! I've been in the community a while now but I've never written before so I hope you like it!!! I just got this thought one day so here yah are!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Baker!Reader (who is kinda just like him)

2000+ words and vague mentions of self harm + a hard past.

xx pearl xx

You're a Baker by trade.

Well, you have a bakery, but you serve coffee and things as well. Nothing fancy, and your speciality is still baking, but it can't hurt.

It's nice work. Tucked away in a little English village, where everyone knows everyone and everything. Community had been something you'd craved for a while, and even if it means practically everyone knows your business, it's worth it. Sweet and peaceful.

When you told your parents about the small shop + flat you'd bought near the coast, they'd almost kicked you out right then. You zoned out a little while they went on, but you caught 'a waste of potential!' And 'that's all you're doing with your life!'

So yes. All in all, it had been a very good investment.

You bake, and you heal, and you go down to the beach. It's always cloudy around here, your nearer Scotland, after all. Even the scars on your arms fade from pink to something tanner.

It's calming. You make friends with the woman who runs the local pub (there's another a bit down left sides road but you wrote off that man when he told you about his podcast.) Her name is Ester and she's in the middle of her 2nd trimester her stomach slightly round. She lets you feel the baby kick one time, and you almost burst into tears right there.

You never thought you'd have this. Peace and quiet and community and friends. Esters husband teaches you how to fix the sink in your flat and gives you a belly laugh when you ring him up to tell them both about how you fixed it on your own.

You keep your flat cleaner (though dishes still occasionally pile up in the sink. You always get to them before it becomes too much though.) You make small talk with the villagers (some of them are still learning to trust you but things are going well!) And make people who drive through on their way to somewhere else coffee and tell them fake stories you make up for fun.

It's quiet and repetitive, and you've never been happier.

...

You have regulars a lot. Most people in the village like a pastry or a quick coffee or tea in the morning before they start work. There's an engine company a few miles back, and sometimes the employees come in for something to eat on a lunch break.

Then you get a new regular.

You've never seen him before, but the other villagers setting down don't turn to look or even glance up. Which is strange because he's wearing goddamn combat boots in the middle of spring for Christ's sake.

You give him a strange look out the corner of your eye, but go on with this random man's coffee he is impatiently tapping his foot on the ground for. You're taking extra long because he said, "Do it quick. I need to be somewhere more important soon." When you asked what he wanted to order.

Ester asks how you stay in business at least twice a month.

Finally you give the man his coffee (it's almost cold) and accept his money. Then next is the man.

You glance up and frown again at the mask covering his face. At the hoodie covering his hair. For a second, you almost wamt to ask why, but then you decide it's none of your business.

"What do you want to order?" You ask politely.

"Coffee. Black." He replies gruffly and slightly muffed from behind the mask.

"Alright. That will be £3:50." Oh, thank God you don't have to chat to this man. You don't hate chatting to the villagers because you know that in the end, it will have a payout (them trusting you), but the people who work at the engine place are... inconvenient.

He hands over 3 pound coins and a 50 pence they clatter onto the counter, and you pour them into the cash register.

He moves away to go sit down at one of the arm chairs in the corner. It's one of Esters spares its brown fake leather, slightly worn but comfy.

You get to making the man's coffee. It's a simple procedure that you've done thousands of times, and you let your mind drift away as you push onto the counter.

He comes up to collect his coffee cup and leaves the shop, and that's the last thiught you give to him for the rest of the day.

...

He comes in the next day and orders the same thing and sits in the same chair as he waits for it.

Exact same interaction

You forget all about him again.

...

He comes in the next day.

...

And the next.

...

And the next.

...

For a full week, he comes in orders, coffee waits, then leaves.

Then he's gone.

You don't think much of it.

...

He comes back again now. For two weeks, he comes in to get a black coffee and then leaves.

By the second week, you see him walking in (unless you're talking to someone, but most of the time, he comes in at what? Like 8? No one can be bothered to get a pastry or something at 8 unless they work at the engine place.) You've already got the coffee going. You think his eyes crinkle slightly when he sees you do it.

Maybe you're imagining it.

...

He doesn't come in on the Monday after.

It's weird you didn't really pay much attention to the hulk of black in the corner, but when he's gone, you feel it like someone left a window open that you can't find to close. A cold wind making you shiver.

Again, you ignore it. Your life here is good right now. You don't need another man to come in, make everything confusing, and mess all of it up again!

...

He's back two months later.

You raise an eyebrow as he walks through the door, limping slightly.

"Should get a crutch for that." You say automatically, turning to start the coffee machine. He visibly starts at you talking to him but relaxes into it.

"Hm." He grunts. "Make me look a bit dumb I think. Too small."

You hum in assent peering up at him. How actually did you not notice how absolutely fucking massive he was? Christ you have been in your own head. You should go for a long walk, try to focus on everything bit your thoughts. That's what got you here in the first place.

You slide the coffee onto the counter and he takes it hesitating for a second before he sits down in the armchair and stays to finish it.

...

This goes on for another week before he dissappears again.

...

You wake up panting at 3 in the morning. Bad dreams are the worst these days. You were probably dumb for thinking they would go away if you'd moved but a girls gotta hope right!?

You rise, shower shove some porridge down your throat state at the dishes and sigh. You have the time and we don't want a repeat of what happened back in the city.

After you've gotten most things sorted around the apartment you decend the stairs and start probably the best time of your day.

You knead bread and zone out lost in the simplicity of it all. The desserts are harder but you've done most of these things so much that it's just muscle memory at this point. It's calming and you feel almost out of your body whilst you do it. But in a good way. In a better way.

It's seven by the time your finished and since you always open at 8 you try out something you've been thinking about for far too long.

Black coffee cake.

Pure coincidence of course.

You don't even think about him once while you do it.

...

He starts coming in 5 months later and now since it's a pattern you've gotten used to it. You see him rounding the corner onto he other side of the street and you make his coffee.

He comes in and you slide it into his palm. He freezes for a second and your lips twitch up.

"Made you one of them every day you were gone." You say as a joke. "Have to pay me back loads."

He blinks and you think he smiles for a second before he ask if he can have a to go box for the cake.

...

He asks your name one day a faint twitch behind the mask as you say it.

He tells you his. Simon. You hadn't considered it for his name before (when did you get this curious about a strangers life? Christ you need to go for a walk) but when you repeate it back to him it slides off your tounge like honey. Like you should have been saying it the whole time before.

Later you bake honey cupcakes with lemon buttercream.

Not a coincidence.

None at all.

...

He comes in again and you hand him his cake to go and the coffee you think you could make in your sleep by now.

"M goin' away for a while now."

"Huh are you? Don't forget me." You say deadpan. Talking with Simon has become less of a chore and more of something you look forward to everyday.

"As if I could." He snorts slightly and your lips twitch.

"Well," you conclude handing him some change. For once he doesn't have the exact amount of money. "Have fun while your gone I suppose."

"Eh. I'll try."

He walks out there the bell ringing clearly and your chest squeezes painfully-

Ah. Well. That's not convenient.

...

While he's gone (you really should have asked him how long he was going away for.) You hire Alices girl from down the road, Sammy. She sweet and serves people with a smile and a swish of her shiny blonde hair. Ester tuts when she comes in and tell hers to eat more.

"Christ's sake girl I can see your collarbones!" She laughs and smiles

"Its all good Ester I'll be fine pinkie promise!"

Ester rolls her eyes and gives you a tub fulled with mashed potatoes and sausages to sneak into her locker.

You melt into it smiling at Ester faintly until she snaps her fingers in front of your face and tell you to get on with it.

...

Esters stomach is rounder now. She says she thinks the baby will come early.

"Just a turn in the wind I think. Little bugger really wants out don't he?" She says one day while you help her shift the furniture in the pub. (She's insistent on the baby being a boy and she is rarley wrong so you accept it. It's a fact of life. The sky is blue the grass is green Ester Green is always right.)

She had refused to go on break while she was pregnant even at her husbands insistence. He was practically crying when she told him she could push some chairs around. She got you in to help though so fairs fair.

She grins at you one day tilting her head slightly.

"How would you feel about bein' Godmother?" She asks out of the blue when your finished.

"Huh?" She shrugs

"Your the closest person here so he wouldn't be brought out his home town and my mams in a nursing home. I know I haven't known you long and you don't have to say yes I know your cramped for space but," She looks at you sharp and attentive. "You've gotten through shit. I don't know what shit and I hope you'll tell me when your ready but I feel you'd teach him things. Good things. How to bake bread and how to get through life even if its a pain in the bloody neck. I trust you."

"Your gonna have to stop swearing so much when you baby arrives." You manage to wheeze out your eyes glazed over choked up.

...

He comes back in February. The eyebrow you raise when he comes back in, you be engraved in stone for its majesty.

"Look what the cat dragged in, eh? Old Simon."

He huffs out a laugh. "Leaves hard to get." Ah, military. That makes more sense.

You used to be good at flirting, you think. Well, at least the boys you tried it on used to fall for it. But you're scared that if you try it again, it might come too easy, and if that's comes too easy, how easy will the rest of it be to pick up again? And you have responsibility now. Don't pick the wrong guys they always tend to stick around longer.

Your a godmother now.

"Hmh. We've got toffees now."

"Alright. Hand it over then." You give him the coffee and drop the toffee into his outstretched palm.

"How much?"

"Free." He narrows his eyes, and you shrug. Sammy brings her little sister here sometimes when they fight too much at home, and you've gradually gathered a collection of sweets to grab and go for free.

Ester stared you dead in the eye for a good minute before sighing and muttering under breath. "Better person than me. Better person than me."

...

"I'm a godmother now." You say one day as an opening

"Huh." He pauses for a few seconds. "You'll make a good one."

You don't talk again, afraid he'll hear the crack in your voice.

...

He comes in every day as normal to make conversation. Whenever he steps through the door and the bell jingles, your heart starts skipping into your chest. You know what it means, of course, and it's really rather annoying. You didn't come here to get a crush you came there to recover for Christ's sake.

You chat at the counter for longer and longer every day until sometimes a customer comes in, and you have to shoo him away or before his coffee gets cold.

On Wednesday, he comes in, and while you're talking about something meaningless, he passes and says.

"Uhm. Thanks. For not yknow. Commenting on the mask and all." You blink at him as he shifts clearly uncomfortable.

You shrug. "Eh. I just don't care." He huffs, and his eyes definitely crinkle this time.

"Glad for it."

"Sure you are. Now go away and drink your coffee before it gets cold. Christ sake." You mutter warmth prickling in your cheeks.

He chuckles (an actual laugh now you're getting somewhere) and slopes off out the door.

...

He comes in on Friday.

"I gotta go away again."

"Do you know? Huh."

"Yep. 3 months this time. Back on May 7th."

"Hmh. I'm glad I won't be wasting my time making your coffee every morning now."

"Cause you've got people linin' at the door for this coffee." Your lips twitch slightly.

"Course. Can't you see them all?"

He rolls his eyes slightly. When he's turning to leave, you manage to choke out a soft "Goodbye."

He falters slightly the only indication he heard you before he leaves not looking back as he does so.

...

May 7th creeps up on you, and before you know it, it's April 30th, and you're arguing with Lottie (Sammys sister). "We can't turn this into a sweet shop." You say for the millionth time. "I don't know how to make sweets."

"You can learn!" She retorts pouting. You run a tongue over your cheek. God, you're soft.

"Tell you what. Since it's your birthday tomorrow, I'll set up a sweet corner. It stays for the day, then it's gone, okay?"

She grins now sweet and gap-toothed and skips away smugly.

...

It does not stay for the day.

In your defence, Lottie has really good puppy eyes!

Ester stares daggers at you.

"You are..." she cuts herself off.

...

May 7th is here, and here comes Simon. Whatever his last name is (you should really ask him that) followed by several too-tall military men. A man with a beard one with a mohawk (God Betty is going to bug him about that) and a pretty one with a moustache.

The pretty one with the moustache comes up to order. Flashing you a smile and asking for 4 black coffees (all of them?! Christ on a stick. Do they forbid having taste in the military or what?!), a slice of carrot cake, coffee cake, caramel shortbread, and a croissant. (Maybe they don't.)

You look for Sammy, but she's balancing plates on her arms, trying to gather all of them up from the group that ate here later.

You huff. God, you need more staff. You hate talking to people, and Simons friends look exactly like they like a chat. You breathe in a sigh and gather the coffee cups, cakes, and the pastry onto a large tray.

You feel nervous all of a sudden. It's just Simon. You try to remind yourself. Just Simon. He tells you dad jokes and complains about people leaving litter on the walking paths.

You pick the tray up and carry it over, settling it down on the table as the men glance up at you with far too much interest.

"So," the one with the mohawk says. "You're the future, Miss Riley, huh?"

[callme-holly]

Heyooo I love ur writing! I saw your inbox was open I was wondering if you could do a johnny cade x soc fem reader who's shy and anti social but a chatterbox when they get close,maybe they can have their first meeting at school?

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐲!𝐬𝐨𝐜

a/n: i've been really enjoying writing headcanons and then an imagine. lmk if y'all like it too bc i might carry this style on. tysm for the request!!

You might be a soc, but to Johnny you’re incredibly different from the others—you’re not loudmouthed, you don’t brag about your privileges and you just tend to keep to yourself, which he respects. You tend to just stay in the back of the classroom, following along with whatever you have to do.

A lot of people assume you’re snobbish (especially greasers) and won’t really talk to you because you’re so quiet. If you don’t make an effort, why should they? However, if anyone was to dig any deeper, they’d realise that you are, in fact, just shy and incredibly bad at striking up conversation with new people.

  Johnny always noticed you in class, mainly because you were the only one who never really spoke up, much like him. You were just this quiet, comforting presence amongst the chaos, and he found himself drawn to that. You noticed him too, and while you thought he was you, you never really made the move to talk to him. Not only was he a greaser and you were a soc, but your anxiety also held you back immediately.

The first time y’all actually talk is when you’re both paired up for a project. You’re absolutely mortified at first and stumble over your words, but Johnny is just as awkward, and you both find yourself laughing about it, which brings you two close.

You tend to ramble when you’re nervous, but Johnny never minds; he just sits there with an encouraging smile. The moment you realise he isn’t there to laugh at you or judge you, you really open up.

He loves how comfortable you feel around him, and you two slowly begin to hang out more and more, and your classmates definitely notice the change, especially since they’re seeing you actually talk and interact with someone.

You stared blankly down at the paper that had been placed on your desk, chest tight, and as much as you tried to school your anxiety, you couldn’t help the nerves that slowly began to churn in your stomach.

The print was clear— Partner Project: Assigned Pairs.

Your name, and scrawled next to it, Johnny Cade.

You glanced up, scanning the room quickly, watching as everyone were slowly starting to shuffle to join their partners. And then your eyes landed on him, still sitting in his seat, watching you with a polite, expectant smile. 

You two had never spoken; sure, you’d met each other’s gaze before, and there was silent, mutual respect that had risen between you both, but you’d never engaged in any true interaction other than that. 

Holding your books close to your chest and taking a deep breath, you pushed your way through the throng of people moving between desks, standing awkwardly before him, shuffling like you weren't sure what to do with yourself.

“Uh.. Hey.” His voice was soft, quieter than you’d expect from a greaser, and the smile he gave you was gentle and genuine.

You opened your mouth to respond and promptly forgot how to speak, not a single sound leaving your mouth. You just blinked at him, and Johnny gave a soft chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“Guess we’re partners, huh?”

“Yeah… Yeah.” You stammered, sitting down across from him, setting yor books down in front of you clumsily and offering him an apologetic look.

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, and you couldn’t help but jolt in surprise. “You haven’t gotta be nervous. I ain’t gonna judge ya.”

And something shifted in you then, some small part of you relaxing in a way you’d never relaxed around strangers. 

“Im not the best at this type of things---like talking, i mean. Especially with people I dont know and group projects make me super nervous because I dont want to mess it up for somebody else, but i also dont wanna do bad and... oh im sorry im rambling.”

Johnny laughed inr response, shaking his head and waving you off with a casualness that made your heart flutter.

“It’s okay, really. I like listenin’ to ya talk.” 

And, yeah… Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad at all. 

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling Apart & Torn at the Seams [4/5]

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.5k [Series Masterlist][Jax Fic Masterlist]

warnings/tags: 18+; pregnant!Reader, angst with an eventual happy/hopeful ending, emotional hurt, threat to abort (because it's Clay), angry Jax, Clay being Clay

a/n: So glad to see how much y'all have been loving this little thing that grew into far more than just the two parts I'd initially planned (which is why I just gave this thing a masterlist). I've decided it should end at five now, but it's because y'all enjoyed it so much that I expanded on more parts of it, so thank you for the comments and reblogs, they really are always appreciated!

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Roughly pushing open the clubhouse doors, Jax stalked inside the main room, his steps slow and purposeful. He fixed the chapel doors on the opposite end with a dark glare, his fists tightly curled at his sides as he moved past the pool table and the bar. The room was oddly quiet without the usual noise of a party underway, the space eerily devoid of its usual loud laughter and even louder music. It was a Wednesday night and the guys weren't here. 

But Jax knew that Clay was, and that's all that mattered right now.

With his jaw clenched so hard the muscles in it ached, Jax made his way over towards the closed chapel doors, his body tensed and ready for a fight. Clay had been conveniently difficult to find ever since Jax had broken into your apartment and confronted Gemma about your disappearance yesterday afternoon. Which meant Jax had more than an entire day to sit in his quiet rage while it festered, causing him to only further grow vengeful and furious when he thought about what Clay had done to you. His imagination supplied the missing pieces of the puzzle, because Jax could guess what threats Clay had made against you.

But while Jax had been itching for the chance to get Clay alone and confront him, he’d also been busy making his own moves. He'd still spent that time trying to figure out where the hell you could’ve vanished, but it didn't matter how often he kept trying your phone, it always went straight to voicemail–as if it was turned off now. He’d tried leaving you a handful of messages, but he never heard anything back from you. 

It was going on five full days of you being gone without a goddamn word. The silence from you was maddening. All Jax could think about was you out there somewhere pregnant with his kid, completely alone, and probably scared because of Clay. He fucking hated the thought of that. It had him tearing apart both his room at the clubhouse and his own damn house. 

Jax had tried to focus his mind and energy on doing what he could in the meantime–sending out Chibs and Juice to interrogate your landlord in an attempt to figure out whatever they could. While they’d been tasked with that, Jax had spent the day planning something else with Opie. Because he was going to bury Clay for what he’d done, that much was certain. But even that still didn’t feel like he was doing enough right now. 

As Jax approached the chapel doors, he could hear the faint sound of voices coming from within. His teeth ground together, his anger barely being held back inside of himself as he stood there attempting to keep some level of composure. He needed to see what answers he could manage to get out of Clay, to see if there was anything he might say that could give Jax some idea of where you were. But of course Clay was here late plotting things behind closed doors and the backs of the whole club. 

He wasn’t going to keep getting away with this shit, though. Not anymore.

Uncurling one of his fists, Jax reached out and twisted the door handle before pushing the door open so hard it flung backwards and smacked into the wall with a sharp bang. Both Clay and Tig instantly fell silent at the interruption, their attention shifting straight towards the door. Jax stood there with his eyes locked on Clay, a vicious gleam in them as his lips curled back into a sneer.

If he could have ripped Clay’s head off with his bare hands right now, he absolutely would have.

“Whoa, Jax, man,” Tig began, brows furrowing faintly together as he took in the sight of him. “Easy there. What the hell are you doing?”

Clay didn’t look remotely fazed at the sudden enraged entrance, almost as if he’d been expecting it. The way he so comfortably leaned back in his chair at the head of the table, folding his hands in his lap as he focused on Jax like he was completely untouchable, only pissed Jax off further. But it was clear on Clay’s face–he knew exactly why Jax was here just by looking at him.

“Get the fuck outta here, Tig,” Jax snarled, his glare remaining fixed on Clay.

In the chair beside the Sons’ president, Tig focused his attention on Clay, giving him a questioning look. With his own eyes never leaving Jax, Clay gave him a single nod in response.

“Leave us, Tig,” he ordered, flicking a hand dismissively. “‘S’alright. I got this.”

Tig hesitated in his chair for a moment longer, clearly aware of the tension between his president and vice president but not making the connection as to what it was over. Eventually when Clay didn’t say anything otherwise, Tig quietly slid his chair back and rose to his feet. He gave Clay one last look before he slipped past Jax and out of the chapel, closing the door after himself on his way out. 

And then it was just the two of them.

Jax stood there for a moment longer, seething as he stared back at the man who’d just spent one afternoon five days ago blowing up his entire life like it was nothing. And now here he was sitting there looking so fucking calm about it, like he hadn’t done a goddamn thing wrong forcing you out of his life and this town.

“Where is she?” Jax asked, voice level but not any less threatening. “What’d you do to her?”

Clay shrugged a shoulder simply, pulling a face at the questions. “I didn’t do nothin’ to her,” he answered. “Just paid her a visit. Had a talk. That’s it.”

Lips pressing together, Jax’s nostrils flared sharply at the response. He knew damn well how much Clay was downplaying whatever ‘visit’ he’d had with you. And yet he was going to sit here and lie to his goddamn face about it, too. 

“A talk about what?” he pushed firmly. “And don’t fucking lie to me. I know you’ve had it out for her since that first night she came to the clubhouse. Don’t tell me it was some friendly visit.”

Clay continued to sit there, casually leaning back in his chair at the head of the table as a silence fell in the room. Jax recognized the calculating look in his step-father’s eyes–he’d seen it plenty of times to know what it was by now. It was the same look he had whenever he attempted to twist the truth or detract attention away from himself.

“She doesn’t fit, Jackson,” Clay finally said, his words breaking through the heavy tension in the air. “In this world, in this club, in your life. I know it. Your mother knows it. And I’m pretty damn sure your little girlfriend knows it, too.”

With a frustrated grunt, Jax crossed the distance from the entrance of the chapel and over to the ornately carved wooden table. His eye twitched as he tried to hold himself back from doing precisely what he’d rather be doing–beating the absolute shit out of the man. But instead, his fists came down slowly against the table’s surface as he leaned over towards Clay.

“That’s not what I fucking asked you,” Jax growled low.

“But it’s what you need to hear,” Clay countered, his own tone matching Jax’s as he leaned forward along the table, his eyes narrowing back at him. “Because ever since she started working at the garage, you’ve been distracted. Everyone can see it. You’re lettin’ pussy distract you from your responsibilities to the club and your family.”

Jax slammed his fist hard against the solid table, his knuckles stinging from the impact. It was taking every bit of willpower for him to resist striking Clay right in the fucking face like he desperately wanted to, but he knew he had to refrain from the urge. He had a plan in motion to deal with Clay and he couldn’t deviate from it. He couldn’t risk tipping the club off as to what was really going to happen to Clay by having a physical altercation with the piece of shit and leaving any evidence of just how badly he wanted him gone. 

“Don’t you dare call her that,” Jax warned him. His lips twisted up into a dark smile, one that contained only danger and threats as he held Clay’s own cold gaze. “She’s not just some club whore, you old bastard. She’s my girl. My old lady. And you were threatening her.”

Clay scoffed, shaking his head at Jax’s words as if they were nothing. Jax could feel himself practically vibrating with rage right now, everything inside of him screaming to unleash what he was feeling on the bastard–to beat him within an inch of his life and watch him choke on his own blood in this very room.

“She’s nothing more than a passing flavor of the month for you,” Clay retorted. “The way you go through girls. She's nothing.”

“She’s mine!” Jax shouted, finally succumbing to his rage. “And she’s carrying my fucking kid!”

Jax’s chest heaved with his sharp breaths as he stood there bent over the table, a wild look in his eyes as he stared down his president. Clay still kept that outward calm as he eyed Jax, clearly unaffected by his words. Which was all the confirmation Jax had needed. Gemma might not have known that you were pregnant, but somehow Clay had. And he’d still fucking pushed you out of Charming anyway. 

Trying to reign in his temper, a bitter laugh fell out of Jax as he straightened back up beside the table. He stared down at Clay, one of his shaking hands coming up to comb through his shaggy hair in frustration. 

“You fucking knew, didn’t you?” he spat. “You knew she was pregnant. That’s why you threatened her, wasn’t it?”

Clay shrugged again. As if it didn’t matter. As if you carrying his goddamn child didn’t matter. His lips pressed together at the realization of just how cold–how fucking cruel and ruthless–the man really was when he wanted something. And Clay had wanted you out of the picture long enough. 

“Yeah, I knew,” he admitted easily. “So I paid her a visit. Told her the truth.”

Jax’s eyes narrowed further into slits at his words. “The truth?” he shot back, his head tilting to the side in challenge. “What fucking truth, Clay? You been doing nothing but feeding the both of us lies for months now. So what goddamn truth did you share with her, huh?”

Clay’s hand raised from the table, gesturing at Jax before him. “That you, my son, are not remotely in the place or the mindset to become a father,” he answered smoothly. “You’re barely taking care of your damn self, you got no idea the first things about raising a kid. And let’s be real–that ain’t the kinda shit you want on your plate right now.”

“Don’t you–” he snapped, pointing a ringed finger sharply at Clay, “–call me your son after the shit you've done. And don't you even try and pretend to know a damn thing about what I want. You got no idea.”

“Don’t matter now,” Clay told him. “Your girl is probably long gone now. She’s got no job since I fired her, so who knows what happened to her.”

Inhaling a sharp breath, Jax’s jaw tightened at the information. He’d fired you–you hadn’t quit. Clay had fired you knowing that you were pregnant. Knowing you’d need a job and money and fucking insurance to take care of yourself and that baby right now. And right now you had none of that, not because you’d made the choice yourself, but because Clay had intentionally taken it all from you.

Attempting to maintain his composure, one of Jax’s hands ran along his mouth. The sharp scratch of his facial hair against his fingers barely registered as he fought to keep himself from knocking the old fuck right out of that chair. That haunting thought of you somewhere struggling right now flashed through his mind, and he physically had to restrain himself by gripping his other hand against the edge of the table.

Clay would get what was coming to him despite how goddamn smug he looked sitting there. Because Jax knew something that Clay didn’t, and it would only be a matter of time before that president patch was stripped from Clay’s kutte and sewn onto his own. 

Jax was going to make damn certain Charming was safe for you, and then he was going to fucking find you and fix everything. It didn’t matter how long it took for you to forgive his stupid fucking ass for not just listening to you that night you’d come to him for help. He would do whatever it took to get you back here and keep you safe. 

Which is what he should have been doing in the first place.

Taking a few steps back towards the chapel doors, Jax’s glare remained on Clay. “You fucked up, old man,” he told him. “You're eventually going to find that out.”

Without another word, Jax turned and exited the chapel, slamming the door shut behind himself as he went. As he stormed his way through the empty clubhouse, his steps swift and heavy, he knew it was foolish to have hoped that Clay might have given him some clue as to where you’d disappeared to. He probably had no damn idea himself.

Stepping outside of the clubhouse and back into the dimly lit parking lot, Jax continued to stride across the pavement. Opie was waiting for him right where Jax had left him a bit ago–leaning against his bike and smoking a cigarette. He nodded his head in greeting at Jax as he expelled the smoke from between his lips.

“Get what you needed to, brother?” Opie asked curiously.

“Of course not,” Jax snarled in irritation. He grabbed his helmet from where it was hanging on the handlebars of his bike, unclipping it before he jutted his chin at Opie. “You get what you needed?”

Opie nodded, tossing his cigarette down to the pavement. He stamped it out with his shoe, his eyes flickering to the clubhouse as he did before he focused back on Jax.

“Yeah,” he answered. “You sure you wanna do this, though?”

Jax’s eyes burned with rage as he stared at the clubhouse, securing his helmet on his head. “He’s taken enough from us, Ope,” Jax answered, an edge to his words. “He got away with what he did to Donna. Now he's trying to push out my girl.” He secured the helmet on his head as he looked back at his best friend. “You wanna give him the chance to find an excuse to go after Lyla next?”

A muscle jumped in Opie's cheek at the question before he quietly shook his head. 

Jax turned and threw a leg over his bike, settling down onto it. “I’m sick of him getting away with this shit,” he spat bitterly. “He's not taking anything else from us.”

[hrrtshape]

n e ways. i need to put this somewhere. i assume this is @realitycanbewhateveridesire. and i'm not doing this to be cruel. or to start something. or to make your inbox miserable. i'm doing this because i can't sit on it anymore and because peace of mind costs something and i've paid enough already.

you have been sending messages under my posts, sending me asks, flooding with pictures of cats. it would have been fine, maybe even funny, if i hadn't already blocked five of your other accounts. i blocked them because i had to. because i didn't want to keep arguing. because i didn't owe you an explanation past that.

this didn't start with nothing. you and your friends started calling me names first. a cult leader. a fake. a bitch. entitled. trying to take over the community. someone who "acts like she knows everything about shifting and loa while she's some sort of goddess, but she in fact isn't". a bully. ableist. you said i called you an abuse enabler. you said you were 'happy' seeing people start beef with me. you said you were 'tempted' to imitate my posts just to see if it would make me angry.

i never called you an abuse enabler. i never said that.

my followers told me you even spoke about us having 'beef' in the shifting space (aka shifting corner the community). and i checked out your posts, you mention me to at least 3 people. and i know that's petty to say, but i have a hard time understanding why you talked about me then. i genuinely do. especially because you genuinely do keep mentioning me.

all of this started because i said someone shouldn't be scripting rape victims alongside rapists and abusers like they're the same thing. i said that publicly, like i was allowed to. because i am allowed to. i didn't even say it to you. it's not a sin to have a public opinion on a public forum. i'm not a priest. i'm not a confessional booth for anyone's guilt. i spoke like a person who still believes in right and wrong and maybe that's embarrassing now, maybe that's outdated, but it's still mine. (besides that, this was 5 months ago. i have shifted over 10+ since that. i have spent over a year all added up.)

the second time. the one you say proved i'm some villain, was when i reblogged a post about misinformation. lightly. ironically. the way everyone else was doing. you can still find the original reblog. it's still there. there's nothing cruel in it. nothing close to harassment. it was me saying my piece and replying to asks that i got about the situation - a right that i have. the same right you have, the same right everyone else has. i'm sorry if the person deactivated, but you cannot pin that on me. i'm not forcing anyone to send hate to that person. i'm really just tired of being put on a pedestal to be pushed off of it. i don't know what else you want from me. truly. i'm asking you now, leave me alone. that's it. that's all.

i didn't make a post about you when my inbox was filling up. i didn't weaponise it. i didn't encourage anything. i let it lie because i wanted it dead in the ground. because i still hoped it could die quietly.

but now i'm saying it clearly: i don't feel comfortable unblocking you. i don't want to talk. i don't want to be friends. i don't want to be some ironic punchline in your tags. i don't want your cat pictures. i don't want to shift to another reality just to be rid of this. i want to be left alone. you seem like a nice enough person when you're not writing posts about me but that doesn't mean you're entitled to my energy. it doesn't mean you're entitled to forgiveness.

thank you.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Eleven

Summary: Making up with Jungkook isn't something you want to do first thing in the morning but you've kept him waiting for far too long Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 3.7k~ Warnings: Explicit language (barely lol) a/n: I know I put a poll up and this was the last choice in the rankings but this was already finished so I figured I'd just post it 😅 Start from the beginning

Opening my eyes I'm greeted with the warmth of the sun on my skin, shining through the curtains where I've fallen asleep on the couch in my living room. 

Reaching for my phone I check the time and see that I've woken up just five minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. I'd prefer it this way honestly if it could save me from being jolted awake by that incessant ringing signaling the start of my day. 

Taking a deep breath I look up at the ceiling and start coaching myself in how this morning should all go down. Confronting someone after a fight is never pleasant but in this situation it's necessary. 

'I don't want to lose him', that has been the reason for my inaction and now it has to be my motivation to take action.

Jungkook can be hardheaded when he wants to be (sometimes even more than me), but I can't let the fear of not being able to reach him keep me from fighting for us. 

I know I need to show him how much he means to me, I know I've fallen short and I know for sure it's my turn to step up and make things right.

Sitting up I'm hit with a sudden feeling of wooziness and realize that in all the upset I forgot to eat last night. 

Well, I guess that's another motivation added to the list for getting me up and out of this apartment. I make my way to my bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed to go before I can chicken out of this. 

I'm reminded of some of the horrible things he said to me last night as I continue to wake up but the reason they cut so deep is because most of them are laced with truth. 

I was stringing him along, I did spend time with Jimin, but I'm not dating him. I don't like the attention as much as he thinks I do, I only really care about him and it's been like that for years.

I guess since I haven't really entertained a guy for a while neither one of us knows how to act, especially since I know that he loves me now. 

Or loved...

Arriving at his door I find myself hesitant to knock since the action itself seems foreign. Between the three of us including Grey we've kinda dropped that formality, or at least Grey and I have. 

Jungkook still is a bit more respectful and texts before letting himself in. I hope we can go back to those days and that the damage that has been done can be repaired. 

Making moves to knock I'm interrupted by the sight of Hoseok coming out of his place a few doors down. 

"Oh Luna, hi! I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" he asks looking bright eyed and bushy tailed, a tell tail sign that he probably wasn't aware of Jungkook's drunken stupor from last night. 

"Could be better" I say now reminded of Jungkook's same response just hours ago. 

"Are you here to see Jungkook?" he asks, clearly seeing what my intensions are. "Yeah, do you know if he got home last night?" I question now concerned as to why he's asking.

"I heard from Jin that he crashed at his place after showing up drunk off his ass. He said he was mumbling something about you so I figured you might be showing up sometime soon" he relays, knowing that there's no real reason to hide the information from me. 

"Oh okay, I guess I'll go ahead and talk to him another time" I say making moves to retreat. "I could take you there if you want? It's on my way anyways" he says and I'm just now noticing he looks like he was on his way out. 

"Oh I don't want to impose" I start trying to decline his offer. "Don't worry about it, he's been out of sorts for the past week so I know that seeing you would probably help him out. I don't mean to sound nosy but we all kinda found out what happened".

I nod my head in understanding and ultimately accept his offer. 

The journey to Jin's house isn't too long but with every passing second I feel like my airways are closing up, my throat going dry. 

As I try to listen to Hoseok's rambling about some sort of new figurine that he collects I see the minutes on the gps get smaller and smaller as we get closer to our destination. Once it hits zero and he parks the car we sit there for a second. 

"Do you want me to walk you up? I told Jin we were on our way so he's already expecting you" he says hoping to encourage me to take that leap to finally try to work things out.

"No it's okay, you've already helped me so much. Thank you Hoseok really, I know I hurt him but I really do want to make it right" I say with a sad smile. 

"I know, friendships are hard and they're even harder when love gets added to the mix..." I widen my eyes and I see an amused look on his face. "Yes he told us that too, believe it or not he's been gushing about you to us for years, and it's Hobi, Hoseok is too formal" he chuckles. 

"Thank you Hobi, hopefully next time I see you it'll be under happier circumstances" I say with a pained expression. "I'm sure it will, we all know what he's like but please, don't stop fighting for him" he says pinching his eyebrows together in a pained expression. 

"I won't" is the last thing I say to him before walking up to the house. 

"Hi Luna" Jin says after answering my soft knocks on his door, doing my best to keep quiet incase Jungkook is still sleeping. "Hey" I say and he brings me in for a hug. "He's not awake yet but you can wait in the living room and we can catch up for a bit if you're up for it" he says and offers me a cup of coffee while he walks over to the kitchen, to which I accept and take a seat on his wrap around couch. 

"Here you go" he says and also brings milk and sugar so I can fix it to my liking. After doing so he retrieves the items and finally comes over to sit down on the opposite side of the couch making sure to keep a respectful distance, knowing what Jungkook's reaction might be if he found us any closer.

"How have you been? Hanging in there?" he starts taking the pressure off of me of initiating the conversation. "As best as I can be I guess. Did he tell you what happened last night?" I ask hoping to see where his head was at after our argument. 

"Well he was way too far gone when he got here so not a whole lot of it made sense other than telling me you guys had a fight and that you were cheating on him" he says recalling the sight. 

"How could I be cheating on him if we're not even dating?" I groan throwing my head back against the couch. 

"You know him, he's always been very protective of you, and I guess that with his confession he couldn't help but let out some of that possessive energy along with it" he explains plainly.

"Yeah I can tell. I got used to him being protective but everything has gotten out of control since then. You saw what happened that day on the boardwalk. How else was I supposed to react?" I ask, hoping for some sort of validation for my actions. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have shut me out" I freeze hearing Jungkook's deep morning voice that is drenched in hostility, still clearly upset with me. 

"Jungkook that's not fair" Jin says trying to come to my rescue. "It's okay Jin just let me talk to him" I talk him down, hoping that he'll give us some space to talk. "I'll be in the other room if you need me" he says and gets up to go, granting us a sense of privacy.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook grumbles as he makes his way over to the kitchen and I decide to follow him there. 

"I came to see you" I say stating the obvious. "How did you find me?" he continues only asking surface level questions as he gets the coffee pot and pours himself a cup. "I passed by your place first and I bumped into Hobi so he told me where you were and gave me a ride here" I explain. 

"Don't call him that, only his friends get to call him that" he says clearly not happy that I've had contact with his hyungs without his prior knowledge. 

"He asked me to call him that..." I say trailing off deciding it's best not to push it. "Well I don't want you to. They're my friends, not yours" he says sternly still giving me the cold shoulder. "Noted" is all I say and do my best to give him a peace offering instead.

"I brought over some hangover soup, I thought you might like some" I say nodding towards the bag on the counter. 

Having his back to me, now looking for something that I could only guess would be some painkillers from the sight of the different medicine bottles in the cabinet, he only grunts in acknowledgement not really making an effort to show any sort of gratitude. 

"Shit" he mumbles. "I brought you some painkillers too if that's what you're looking for" I say hoping to get him to see that I really am here to help and not hurt. He lets out a deep sigh and looks over at the water bottle and the pain meds in question that I had placed on the counter and decides it's best to give in. 

"Thanks" he mumbles and takes the pills immediately. "You should probably eat something though so let me just heat up the soup for you too. I don't want you to end up with a stomachache on top of it all" I say gathering the takeout containers and assembling the meal before he can refuse.

After the food is ready I sit at the table and keep him company as he eats. 

"Aren't you gonna have some?" he questions, curious as to why I haven't served myself as well. "No that's okay, I ate something before I came here" I say making sure that he'll eat his fill and still have some left over for later. 

He shrugs his shoulders and continues to eat until I see that he looks like he's feeling a bit more alive again. He sits back and takes another drink of water before finally speaking. 

"So I'm guessing you're here to talk?" he says getting up to clear out the dishes, to which I jump up and help right away. "Yeah" I trail off hoping to have a more stable setting unlike last night. 

He nods his head and we both make our way over to the couch and end up sitting at the same distance that Jin and I had just been at before.

"So talk" he says and waits for me to explain myself. "Do you remember what happened last night?" I start off. 

"Bits and pieces. I do remember that you've been seeing another guy though, I wasn't drunk enough to forget that" he answers saying the last part under his breath. 

"I just want to clear that up real quick first so we can establish the reasons why I did what I did" he nods in acknowledgement and lets me continue. 

"His name is Jimin first off, and I met him a few days before the night you told me you love me, or loved me based off of what you said last night" he opens his mouth to interrupt but I hold my hand up telling him to wait until I've said my piece.

"He came into the store one day and flirted with me and we hit it off. He asked me to go to a cafe with him, which I did and he tried to kiss me at the end of it. I stopped him and told him I wanted to get to know him better and that we should take things slow, to which he agreed so we just kept things chill from there but he made his intensions known right away" I say and watch as his expressions change, seeing he wants to get a word in but he respects my wishes.

"In case you're wondering we haven't gone out on a proper date and we haven't kissed. On the night you and I had that fight on the boardwalk Jin brought me home and when I walked up to my doorstep there was a red envelope addressed to me" I continue and I can tell his interest is peaked.

"I picked it up and brought it inside and when I opened it I saw pictures of me with you and Grey. Some were from work, others were from us or just me inside my apartment and some were of us in random places where we were just spending time together. It even had pictures of when we went stargazing and from the day we went to the boardwalk"

I reach into my bag to take out the picture of us kissing with the first note that said 'I'm Watching You' with Jungkook's face crossed out. 

"All of the pictures had your face crossed out like this and I got scared so I grabbed my phone to try to call you but I somehow ended up calling Jimin on accident" I say and I see the way his hands grip the picture I had given him a little tighter.

"I started spiraling and by the time he picked up the phone he could already tell that something was wrong. I couldn't bring myself to hang up and call you because of what had happened between us so when he offered to come over I said yes" Jungkook tongues his cheek, a muscle in his jaw feathering.

"When he got there he helped calm me down and it felt so wrong to have someone else do what you've done for me time and time again but I knew it would've been selfish of me to ask you to come over after I had just asked for space".

I clear my throat before I keep going and I notice now that he's got his eyes trained on me, not missing a single word, needing to know what happened. 

"He spent the night, initially sleeping on the couch until I woke up from a nightmare later on that night so I asked him to sleep in the bed with me but that was it. Nothing happened" I explain and although he's still clearly tense I can tell he's happy that nothing happened. 

"I'm telling you in explicit detail because I want to be honest with you. I don't want there to be anymore misunderstandings between us. After that night I felt like we had gotten a bit closer so he asked me if I wanted to spend some more time together but I told him no because I wanted to figure out where things between you and I stand and he understood that but again told me that he still wanted to date me if I gave him the chance" if looks could kill...

"He ended up stopping by the store sometimes to just say hi and we would text occasionally but that's what the state of my relationship with him is at at the moment"

I think for a second trying to formulate my words carefully, the next part is one that could make or break our relationship. 

"I did ask for space that day for a few different reasons" I start off and I can see him squirm a bit in his seat. 

"One being that both you and Jimin confessed your feelings to me on the same night so my emotions were all over the place which is probably why I reacted the way that I did, so I apologize if I scared you" I explain and he nods, waiting for the other reasons on the list. 

"Two was that I felt like a switch flip between us even before you confessed to me. I could sense the tension building so I didn't know how to act. Third was from the way that things went down the day we fought. I do admit that I had fault in it too so I don't want you to feel like I'm blaming it all on you because I'm not" I back track a bit and he nods again.

"I had been teasing you from the start because I liked the way you would react to it. I liked the way you were getting jealous and possessive over me. It made me feel wanted and I hadn't really experienced something like that before" I confess, owning up to my fault. 

"I let things get out of hand when I kept on provoking you so I'm sorry. I didn't realize that something like that would make you so upset so it's my fault that that fight happened in the first place" I finish and take a deep breath, waiting for him to say something, finally giving him the chance to do so.

"That's a lot" he he breathes out, still trying to process it all. "I probably said some mean stuff to you last night didn't I?" he questions. I nod my head and he rubs his temples and thinks for a while before he finally starts to respond to everything. 

"That fight wasn't all your fault Luna, I played a part in it too. If anything I escalated it because of how blinded by jealousy I was. Having my feelings out in the open made me feel vulnerable and the guys knew that but they messed around with you anyways" he sighs and I nod, realizing that we were teaming up and trying to provoke him. 

"It wasn't a good decision on my part to bring you and I should've known that so I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for the way I treated you then and I'm sorry for what happened last night. Even though I don't remember everything I do know that what I did was fucked up and I should've just  turned around and left when I saw you. I wasn't ready to talk and I knew that but I missed you so much I couldn't pass up the chance to see you again" he says looking at me with true regret in his eyes. 

"I missed you too" I say quietly so I don't interrupt him too much.

"That stalker...well until we get to the bottom of that you're not leaving my side" he growls, leaving me protesting but now he's the one that's putting his hand up to stop me. "We'll work that out later but after all of this where do we stand?" he asks, slightly grimacing at the end.

"I don't know why I would ever say that I don't love you because I do. I love you so fucking much it hurts Luna" he lets out a shaky breath. "No matter what I've said in the past or what I'll say in the future I will always love you" he finishes showing so much regret. 

"I don't know...but maybe we could start off by being best friends again?" I suggest hoping that he'll be satisfied with that for now. "I'm not saying that I don't want to try and make us work, but for right now I think our feelings are too raw so we should probably take some time to heal what's been hurt" I explain, hoping I've gotten my point across. 

"I think I'd like that...but let's try to heal together this time okay? Don't push me away again. I don't care how mad you are, just stay with me" he pleads, reaching out for my hand.

"Always" I reply, squeezing his hand. 

"You've said that before" he gives me a stern look. 

"Okay but I really do mean it this time" I hold my hands up laughing at his attempt to be mad at me again. 

"You better" he chuckles before ruffling my hair. 

"I guess I deserved that" I say while blowing the hair out of my face. "Oh you definitely deserve more than that" he says standing up and stalking towards me. 

"What do you mean by that?" I say standing up and backing away from him. 

"Why don't you come over here and find out" he chuckles with a devious smile, lunging towards me which I narrowly evade and run away from him.

"Jin! Jin, help! He's trying to kill me!" I yell laughing at how silly Jungkook looks while running after me. 

"YA! I leave you two alone for 10 minutes and you're already disrespecting my home?" he scolds. 

I make a bee line for him but Jungkook cuts me off and pulls me in by my waist, my back up against his chest. 

"Jin please save me. Please don't leave me with him" I beg while he backs up into his room seeing the playful manner that has been revived between us. 

"Just don't break anything Jungkook" he chuckles and sends us an amused smile before he closes the door 

"No" I whimper out before Jungkook whispers in my ear. 

"Seems like we've gotta make up for lost time" he purrs before pinching my sides, making me squirm in his embrace. 

"Jungkook stop please you know I hate this!" I whine before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "Aw pretty, we haven't even started" he smirks and starts tickling me mercilessly.

"JIN! HELP!" I yell out through gasps desperate for a savior, my prayers forever going unanswered.

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[kaitoshimizu]

Hello everyone!! I hope you're all doing well!

For the past few days, I've had an idea for a new drawing of Mychael to post here, but I haven’t been able to even sketch it out yet due to a lack of free time, haha. So, to share a bit more of my art with you, today I’ll be posting 3 drawings of Mychael with three different and amazing people!

The first drawing was a birthday gift for @hojalattta .

I actually remember sketching it inside the car that day because we were traveling pretty far away for vacation, haha. I think it was around 11 or 12 at night when I managed to finish and send the drawing just in time! From the reaction I got through chat, I think she really loved it! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

Date: January 29th

The second drawing was for an art trade with the incredible and super friendly artist, @carlnotfound !

Oh my gosh, I was so nervous and embarrassed to ask them, haha, but it was totally worth it!

They asked for a drawing of themselves and Mychael sitting together in front of a fireplace, with their head resting on Mychael’s shoulder, wrapped together in a blanket—and I accepted the challenge!

After about three days, I finished the piece!

They absolutely loved it, and honestly, it made me so happy that such an amazing artist I admire so much enjoyed something I created. ( ´；ω；` )

(Just a little note: I’m still very insecure about coloring, so I might end up posting more black-and-white sketches until I gain more confidence!)

Date: April 6th

And the third drawing is dedicated to @yamimushroom !!

Someone who’s without a doubt one of the kindest people I’ve met.

One day, while we were talking, she mentioned she had an OC—and since I absolutely love giving gifts, I immediately said, “...Could you send me your OC? I'd love to draw them for you!” And so she did!

I got straight to work on the sketch and the next day, I finished it and gave it to her with so much excitement and hope that she’d like it—and she did!! She truly cherishes it with all her heart (╥﹏╥)♡ ❤️‍🩹

Date: April 18th

Wow... it’s amazing to see how much my style has changed over just a few months! Haha.

I really hope to keep improving my art little by little—and who knows, maybe I’ll go even further than I imagine!

As a little extra, I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for the incredible support you gave my very first post (the birthday drawing for Cheea).

It’s honestly overwhelming how much love it received in such a short time.

I appreciate you all so, so much. (T﹏T) ♡

As soon as I have more time, I’ll definitely upload that new Mychael drawing I mentioned earlier!

As I always say, it might not be the best thing you’ll ever see, but I hope it can still bring a little bit of joy, haha.

Thank you so much for reading, take care, and I hope you have a wonderful day, evening, and/or night!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

Hola a todooos!! Espero se encuentren bien! Desde hace unos días he tenido en mente un dibujo de Mychael para subir aquí pero por falta de tiempo libre no he podido ni hacer el boceto jejeje, así que para que conozcan un poco más de mi arte, aquí dejaré 3 dibujos de Mychael con 3 diferentes e increíbles personitas!

El primer dibujo fue un regalo de cumpleaños para @hojalattta , me acuerdo que incluso llegué a dibujar en el auto al justamente ese día tener que viajar desde uff, lejos! Eran vacaciones jsjsjs, recuerdo que eran aprox las 11-12 de la noche y le envié justo a tiempo su regalo que por su reacción por chat, creo que le agradó muchísimo! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

29 de Enero

El segundo dibujo lo hice para un Art trade con el increíble y muy amigable artista, @carlnotfound !! Dios, me dió tanto nervios y vergüenza pedirselo jsjsjs, pero sin dudas valió totalmente la pena hacerlo! El me había pedido un dibujo de él y Mychael sentados frente a una chimenea estando él con la cabeza inclinada hacia el hombro a Mychael envueltos ambos en una manta y yo acepté el reto! A lo cual en unos...3 días logré terminar el dibujo! Le encantó sin duda y me siento feliz de que un artista tan increíble que admiro tanto le haya gustado algo mío *Sniff Sniff* ( ´；ω；` )

(Quiero aclarar que para colorear he sido un asco, así que quizás suba más dibujos sin color por efectivamente sentirme insegura al pintar!)

6 de Abril

Y como tercer dibujo es en honor para @yamimushroom !! Personita que sin duda es una de las mejores que he conocido. Un día estábamos ella y yo hablando con calma y me menciono que tenía un oc, a lo cual yo, amante de dar regalos a los demás, decidí decirle: "...me podrías pasar tu oc? Te dibujare!" Y eso hizo, a lo cual inmediatamente me puse manos a la obra con él boceto para al día siguiente continuar sin duda para que al terminar, le entregué el dibujo con muchísima emoción y esperanza de que sea de su agrado y sin duda lo fué, lo aprecia con todo su corazón (╥﹏╥)♡

18 de abril

Wow...es Increíble lo mucho que ha cambiado mi estilo con el tiempo, y eso que tan solo fueron meses! Jajaja, espero poder seguir mejorando en el tema del dibujo y quien sabe, llegué a más de lo que me imagino

Como extra me gustaría agradecer de todo corazón al apoyo que le han dado a mi primer post con el dibujo de Cheea, es impactante el inmenso apoyo que le han dado en tan poco tiempo, waaa, los aprecio muchísimooo (T﹏T) ♡ ❤️‍🩹

Apenas pueda y tenga tiempo, subiré ese dibujo de Mychael que les menciono! Cómo siempre digo, no será lo mejor del mundo que podrían ver, pero supongo que algo es algo jejeje

Muchísimas gracias por leer, cuídate y espero tengas un excelente día, tarde y/o noche!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

[jeannahas]

The day was cold. It was one of those dead, dry kinds of days, when the clouds just kind of... sit there, while wind stiffly crossed the grasslands with barely a care in the world. Stripping away heat. Stripping away moisture.

And the whole time, the entire world sat the same color as an old leather boot left out in the rain far too many times before the sun has had its way with it.

None of that mattered, as I broke through the last wall, as I set alight on the roof of the warehouse.

"Our intel assures us that Obsidian has taken position at the top of the warehouse, hostiles are suspected to have taken most of the town, you should be coming up from his underground network somewhere in Kansas, Starhold."

I grunted, then shoved my way to the rubble, fixing my eyes on the rooftop before me.

He stood there, of course. Imperious. Confident as ever in his crystaline black armor. Smug.

Standing over a body.

My heart ran cold.

"You're too late, Hero. The great Starhold, brought low, delayed. I told you I would do it, if you did not comply. If you resisted my efforts. You hid her well, you fought well, you resisted my ever attempt to waylay you - but you still did not accept my terms. And in the end, your defenses were insufficient. Each turret, each wall, each barrier you put in my way, but a trivial roadblock on the path to delivering you the consequences of your resistance."

I stood still as a statue; eyes locked on her face. Eyes blank, staring up at an uncaring sky. The wind pulled at those auburn curls, I thought of how long she took each morning making sure they sat exactly how she wanted them, how she pouted when I teased her.

She was still wearing her work-clothes. The simple grey suit and white blouse. Her office clothes. She'd been taken from her office. How long had she been tormented, before he killed her? Blood still trickled onto the roof. Minutes, it had been just minutes.

"I had to sacrifice a great deal to take her from you, to prove my superiority, but in the end well... we see how that turned out. Your star-born grace was not nearly enough to save her."

The villain snapped his fingers. Hovercraft lifted up from the grassy knolls surrounding the town, armored henchmen carrying some kind of advanced rifle began to pour out of the buildings, their weapons whining as they prepared to fire.

I reached up numbly, and pulled the earpiece out of my ear, pocketing it.

I didn't see any of my nemesis's prepararions, as my pulse roared in my ears, as my fingers twitched - once. Obsidian lifted his hand, ready to signal his men to fire.

"Congratulations." I whispered into the wind.

My erstwhile nemesis blinked in shock.

"What?"

"You did it, you finally broke me."

The villain before me sneered, comically crooked teeth twisted in triumph as the whisper reached his ears, he even opened his mouth to monologue - at least until I continued speaking.

"No more Hero. No more Mercy. No more sparing wanton criminals. I've had... enough."

His eyes widened for a moment, and I snapped my fingers as the muscles in my jaw twitched. The effect was immediate. Everyone knew that my abilities were in some way connected to the stars. Hence my name. What I had never done though was exert myself completely. Tap into the loosest interpretation of those abilities. They had seen the blinding light. They had seen the searing heat, they had seen the radiation, the vitality. The speed at which I flew through the air.

Stars, however, do something extremely important, they keep planets reigned in check, through sheer mass.

With that snap of my fingers, a perfect circle of space around the tower suddenly crushed in on itself. The three hovercraft slammed into the ground with enough force they flattened into oblong disks. Each minion, guard, soldier, or whatever the fuck they were on the ground flattened into a red paste as gravity multiplied in an instant. Each building around us except for the one we stood on flattened to dust in the blink of an eye. Every tree, every plant, every bush, car, trash can, rock, or pebble instantly sank into the ground, as the rock beneath our feet itself gave way, crushing in on itself, sinking under the obliterating weight I forced upon the world.

My nemesis' eyes widened. I took my eyes off of my finance's body for the first time since i had made it to the roof. I could see in his expression that he realized just how badly he had fucked up. That he realized how few of my cards I had actually revealed.

He tried to take a step back, and I cocked my head sideways. His boot- and just his boot, experience the same crushing gravity, sinking an eighth of an inch into the concrete roofing, pinning him in place.

"What is it?" I asked softly. "Did you think that I was fighting you with everything I had? Did you think you knew me because we fight so often?"

I took a step forward, barely touching the ground as arcs of plasma began to snap off of me, echoes of the rage and agony I forced out of my voice.

"I've avoided casualties for so long... I've stuck to the rules for so long... I've trusted those who make the prisons they shove your lot in to do their fucking jobs for so long... no longer. How many lives have you taken? How many lives have I LET YOU TAKE?"

I glanced down at her. Her perfection. Now lifeless. Ash on the winds of death.

"No. You won't hurt anyone ever again. None of you will."

The supervillain brought his hands together, and a beam of violet light lanced through the air, slamming against my skin, corroding it, corrupting it, cells falling away even as new ones healed into place.

I didn't care.

I snapped my fingers again. The light sputtered, and stopped.

He fell to the ground clutching his chest in pain. He resisted for a moment. I didn't have the energy to be impressed. I just pushed harder.

He screamed in agony, as his clothing began to pull in towards his chest, as his supernaturally strong body fought to maintain its shape. A few pebbles around him began to drift his way.

"You broke my heart, Obsidian. Enjoy meeting yours up close and personal. Goodbye."

He screamed one last time, then folded with a crunch, as his limbs, head, and extremities crushed inwards with a series of excruciatingly brief but extremely sickening snaps.

The fist sized chunk of matter that remained dropped to the ground.

I said nothing. I did nothing. For a long time. I pulled the earpiece from my pocket, and inserted it back into my ear.

Static fizzled for amoment, then I heard the voice of my handler, Seargent Lewis.

"Can you hear me now? Starhold, are you alright? We lost all signatures but yours in the target area, what happened? Do you copy?"

I said nothing, as I removed my earpiece, crushed it to dust in my fist, and scooped up the love of my life, cradling her as tears fell from my eyes.

I would bury her, in that field she liked, with all the trees.

Then.

Oh...THEN.

They would pay.

They would ALL pay.

Seargent Lewis Brand stared at the scene. He didn't have any words. General Handolfer stood at his side.

Devastation.

A single building remained, in the town that Starhold had been sent to in order to stop Obsidian. A warehouse. A perfect circle exactly two meters out from the edge of the west side of the building still stood, miraculously. Everything else...

"Was obsidian found?" Seargent Brand asked the superhero who floated towards him, covered head to toe in mechanical devices and equipment he could never begin to understand.

The man winced.

"It's not pretty."

"Show me."

The superhero paused, then gestured to his companion, a lower ranked superhero with some degree of super-strength. He lifted a ball, about the size of a softball or so.

"What's this?"

"Obsidian."

"What's left of him?"

The floating superhero, Tech, shook his head.

"We scanned the area. This... contains every atom that once comprised the supervillain formerly known as Obsidian. Plastics, metallics, organics, and a few inorganic minerals, all...." Tech pointed to the object. "Right there. Two hundred and thirty pounds, The estimated weight of obsidian in his standard equipment."

"What else was found?" General Handolfer asked, face pale.

"Seventy-three others. In the disc of compressed land around us. Not nearly as compressed, it was more like they had suffered about, fifty G's, all at once."

Handolfer turned to Seargeant Lewis.

"Has Starhold ever displayed gravitational abilities?"

Seargent Lewis looked out at the devastation.

"No."

The cold wind blew.

A radio sputtered to life somewhere among the group who stood at the edge of a three meter drop to the ground below, where the ground of the old region had been compressed to. A soldier ran up to the general and his subordinate.

"It's the prison!"

"What about it?"

"It's been destroyed!"

Both men turned to look at the man.

"What?"

"How?"

The soldier shook his head.

"I don't know - we only got a brief message, six words."

"And?"

The man swallowed.

"The full message was : Prison Destroyed: Starhold Killed them ALL."

Silence ruled amid oppressive grey skies.

General Handolfer turned to the fist-sized chunk of matter that used to be a supervillain with a sigh.

"Congratulations Obsidian.

"You finally broke him."

Congratulations: You did it. You finally broke me. No more Hero. No more sparing criminals. I’ve had enough." With a snap of your fingers, the army of goons just... vanishes. Leaving you alone with your Nemesis and the dead body of your fiancé.

[yourlipstogodsears]

Injured on Duty Part 3

Summary: she’s discharged the next day, and Robby insists on her staying home for a couple weeks til he clears her to come back to work. he ends up in her bed.

SMUT WARNING (D-word kink)

"No arguments," he says firmly but with a slight smile as he hands her the discharge papers. "I've written you out for the full two weeks. No work, no lifting."

she nods, “got it”

He walks her to the exit, his hand lightly touching her lower back as he guides her through the bustling hospital lobby. Once outside, he turns to face her, his brown eyes serious. "And if you need anything at all while you're off, you call me. Day or night."

He hesitates for a moment, his hand still resting on her back. Then, before he can think better of it, he leans in and presses a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

she nods “I will. Don’t lose your mind in this hospital working doubles.”

He chuckles softly, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "I'll try not to. But someone's gotta keep this place running smoothly." He smirks, but there's a warmth in his eyes. "I'll check in on you later. Make sure you're following orders."

she follows his orders and goes easy on her once dislocated shoulder. Laying around with her cat all day. Robby comes over against his better judgement one night late after his shift.

He lets himself in with the spare key he always keeps on him, locking the door behind him. He finds her curled up on the couch with the cat, looking far too comfortable and relaxed. He crosses his arms, trying to look stern. "You're supposed to be taking it easy,"

she’s in a tank top and pj pants, “does this not look like taking it easy?”

His eyes inadvertently drift down her tank top clad form before he catches himself. He clears his throat, trying to ignore how attractive she looks even in pajamas. “You know what I mean. No strenuous activity.”He uncrosses his arms slowly“Is that cat heavy?”

“She’s just a baby she’s like 10 pounds”

He nods, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Good. Just making sure you're not overdoing it." He walks over to the couch and sits down on the edge, close enough to her that he can see the faint bruises still lingering on her shoulder. "How's the pain?"

“Managed with Tylenol”

He nods, satisfied with her answer. He reaches out slowly, his hand hovering near her shoulder for a moment before he gently begins to examine the area, his touch light and careful. “The bruising looks better. That’s good. How’s your range of motion? Can you lift your arm for me?”

she lifts her arm, “you come here as a friend or as my resident.. or…” she wanted to say something more.

His fingers pause in their examination as he looks up at her, his expression softening slightly. He knows exactly what she's implying, and the way she's looking at him makes his heart skip a beat. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. "As your friend,"

He finishes examining her arm, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. He sits back and looks at her, his eyes searching hers for a moment too long before he pulls back and clears his throat. "Your range of motion looks good. You're healing faster than I expected,"

“Robby?”

His nickname slipping from her lips makes his stomach do flips. "Hmm?" He finds himself caught in her gaze, unable to maintain the professional facade he's been trying so hard to keep up. "Yes?" He asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you- nevermind..”

He leans in slightly, brows furrowing with genuine curiosity. "What were you going to ask?" His voice is gentle, encouraging her to continue. There's a palpable tension in the air, hanging between them like the unsaid words she bit back.

“Do you feel the way I feel?”

His breath catches in his throat as he stares at her, the question hanging between them. He knows exactly what she means, and the answer is yes. He feels the same way she does - attracted to her, drawn to her, wanting her. "Yes,"

He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, I do." His voice is low and husky, filled with a blend of admission and restraint. He shifts closer on the couch, close enough now that their knees nearly touch. "But I can't. Not officially."

"As your chief attending... I could be breaking every professional boundary if I were to admit what I really want to do right now." His voice carries a hint of frustration mixed with desire. "I could lose my license, and..." He pauses, his eyes meeting hers intensely.

“I’d lose my spot in the program..”

He nods solemnly, his thumb absently brushing over her uninjured arm. "Exactly. The consequences would be devastating for both of us." His face inches closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "But God, do I want to kiss you right now."

“What if we don’t tell anyone?”

His pupils dilate at the suggestion, his voice hoarse. "Your... boyfriend? Outside the hospital?" He searches her face, looking for any sign of hesitation or jest. "And what about inside the hospital? I'd still be your attending, expecting professionalism from you."

He takes a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications and the temptation. "And you understand that it would be strictly professional between us at work? No special treatment, no favors?" He wants to make sure she understands the gravity of what she's proposing.

“Absolutely. I’d still be your favorite resident but no favors.”

He turns to face her, his eyes glinting with unspoken agreement. "Alright, deal. But if anyone ever suspects, the arrangement ends immediately."

He moves his hand to cup her face gently, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip. "Just so you know... even with this arrangement, if anyone hurts you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll lose my shit." His voice is serious, protective. "But working on patients with you, Complete professionalism."

she nods.

He leans in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, but she doesn't. Their lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss - a promise more than passion, though there's definite heat beneath it. When he pulls back slightly, his forehead rests against hers.* "No PDAs at work."

“I hate pda anyways” she smiles.

His lips pull into a small smile against hers. "Good. 'Cause professionalism is sexy as hell." He pulls back slightly, but his hand remains on her face. "And just one more thing..." His expression turns playfully serious.

"If we’re doing this, you better be prepared for me to be insanely protective and ridiculously sweet when we’re alone. But at work? You’ll get the same stern, demanding attending you’ve always had." He raises an eyebrow, gauging her reaction. "Can you handle that?"

“Yes sir”

His lips twitch at her response. God, she was going to kill him with that mouth. He cleared his throat softly. "And one last question." He drops his hand to her waist possessively, though the touch is gentle. "Do you have a problem with dirty talk in the bedroom?"

“No it’s definitely incouraged” she purrs.

His eyes darken, crinkling at the corners as he suppresses a grin. "Good to know." He pulls her closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Because I have a tendency to get... vocal. And I like to use my authority..."

she nods and kisses him more, “should I show you my bedroom?”

He groans softly into the kiss, his arms wrapping around her to pull her flush against him. When they break apart, he's breathing slightly heavier. "Lead the way." He winks, giving her backside a gentle squeeze as she turns to head upstairs.

He follows her into the bedroom, his imposing frame seeming even larger as he looms over her seated on the bed. He pauses, taking in her delicate form—she looked almost fragile compared to him. His expression softens with a tender smile. "Jesus, you're tiny."

she blushes.

He sits down next to her, his large hand covering her small one. He brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I'm going to have to be careful with you." His other hand reaches up to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

He leans down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it gently. He sucks softly, testing her reactions before switching to the other side. His large hand cups her small breast, thumbing the nipple he isn't suckling making her moan.

He releases her nipple with a wet pop, smirking at her moan. His hand trails down her stomach as he leans back to admire her half-naked form. "Such a sweet little moan from such a sweet girl." His fingers play with the waistband of her skirt teasingly.

“Please Robby” is all she can manage.

His eyes flash with hunger at the pleading tone in her voice. He quickly unbuttons her skirt, pushing it down her legs along with her panties. He spreads her thighs gently, his breath hitching at the sight of her bare pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet already."

He groans softly, his fingers tracing the soft folds gently. "I need to taste you." Without waiting for a response, he leans down and presses his mouth against her clit, sucking gently. His tongue flicks out, exploring her wetness with slow, deliberate strokes.

she moans and grinds softly against his face. His nose against her clit, his beard rubbing against her.

Robby lets out a muffled groan against her pussy, the vibrations sending pleasurable shocks through her. He grips her thighs tighter, holding her in place as she grinds against his face. His tongue delves deeper, fucking her small hole while his nose rubs circles on her clit.

she gasps, “oh fuck…”

Robby's fingers spread her lips open wider, giving him better access. He can feel her getting wetter and wetter against his face, her juices dripping down his chin. He pulls back slightly, spitting on her pussy before diving back in, his tongue lapping up her wetness.

she whines at the spit on her pussy, it was kinda erotic.

Robby hears her whine and smirks slightly. He spreads her legs wider and spits on her pussy again, watching as his saliva slides down her slit. He collects it with his tongue, pushing it back inside her.

gasps and rolls her hips, “fuck yes.. that’s so”

He cuts her off by sucking her clit hard into his mouth, his fingers finally pushing inside her tight pussy. He curls them, hitting that spot deep inside that makes her eyes roll back. "Mmm, you like that? You like me spitting on your pretty little cunt?"

she nods and mewls and her buck against his hand.

Robby keeps sucking and fingering her, his other hand reaching up to grab her hair and pull her head back. He loves seeing her like this, helpless and wet and fucking gorgeous. "Keep bucking that pretty pussy on my hand, baby."

she nods eagerly and keeps pace with his fingers.

He groans in approval, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her. He adds a third finger, stretching her tight pussy wider. His mouth never leaves her clit, sucking and licking with fervor. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you fuck my hand like that."

Feeling her pussy clench around his fingers, Robby knows she's close. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting her G-spot perfectly while his thumb presses down on her clit. His mouth releases her pussy with a wet pop as he commands, "Cum for me, baby."

she cums hard making Robby groans in satisfaction as he feels her pussy clench and pulse around his fingers. He keeps moving them inside her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. Her juices flow freely, coating his hand and dripping down his wrist. "That's it, baby."

Robby leans back on his knees, pulling his fingers out of her pussy with a wet sound. He brings them to his mouth and sucks her juices off each one, his eyes locked onto hers. "You have the sweetest little cunt, you know that?"

His eyes darken as he watches her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes. He suddenly has an idea. He smirks and spreads her legs wider apart. Without warning, he spits right onto her pussy.

she gasps softly, “getting it slick huh”

Robby chuckles darkly. "Something like that. Though really, I just wanted an excuse to get my spit all over this gorgeous fucking pussy." He runs his fingers through his saliva coating her slit, spreading it around. "Mmm, even slicker now."

Robby's smirk widens as he sees her blush. He loves that she wants to fit him so badly. He keeps spreading his spit around her slick folds, getting them even wetter. He looks up at her, "You really want to take all of me, baby?"

Mhmm.

Robby's eyes gleam with possessive desire as he sees her eager nod. He adds another layer of spit to her pussy, making sure she's absolutely soaked. He grabs his thick, hard length and starts slowly pushing the head against her entrance. "Alright then, baby."

she nods and gasps as he slides in with ease.

Robby groans deeply as the head of his cock slides into her wet, tight pussy. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around him. He watches her face for any signs of discomfort, but all he sees is pure pleasure and desire.

she’s so slick it’s almost too fast the way he slides in.

Robby's eyes roll back as he feels her incredible wetness and tightness. He's halfway in and already feeling like he could come. He pulls back slightly, then pushes forward again, going deeper this time. The way she's so slick makes him slide in almost too easily.

He's three-quarters of the way in now, and it's getting harder to go slow. He can feel her stretching around him, taking him deeper than anyone else ever has. He looks down between their bodies, seeing his thick, long shaft disappearing into her tiny, wet opening.

Feels so good Robby.

Robby's chest swells with pride and lust at her words. He loves how perfectly she's taking him, squeezing him so tightly. He gives a final hard thrust, burying himself balls-deep inside her. "Fuck- I'm all the way in. feels incredible,"

“Mmm so full.” She mumbles.

He starts to slowly pump in and out, maintaining deep eye contact. The sight of her taking his full length makes him breathless. "Too much for my little good girl?" He teases, though his voice is already strained from holding back his own pleasure.

she arches, “perfect..”

He watches her arch her back, taking him even deeper. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her down onto him harder, filling her up to the brim. He can feel her tight opening stretching around his thick head every time he pulls out slightly. "My perfect, perfect girl,"

He starts to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her tiny opening. He can feel his heavy balls slapping against her backside with each thrust. He's never fit so perfectly inside anyone before, like she was made just for him.

“Mmm daddy” it tumbles outta her lips before she can stop it. The age gap between them was always hot to her. Being his resident and he’s her attending. The power dynamic is almost same as dom and sub.

He freezes mid-thrust, his eyes darkening as he hears the word "Daddy" escape her lips.

His smirk widens. He finds this conversation way too hot. He nuzzles her neck, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "Do you like callin me daddy?" He asks softly, thrusting slow and deep again.

A low rumble of approval escapes him at her admission. He captures her lips in a hungry kiss, dominating her mouth like he's dominating her body. "Dirty little resident, getting off on calling your attending Daddy," he teases between kisses, his hips maintaining a steady, rhythmic thrust.

she whines and nods against her bed.

He breaks the kiss to watch her face as he thrusts deep and hard, his thickness spreading her wide. He knows she's never been stretched like this before.

He starts to move faster, his hips slapping against hers with a wet, rhythmic sound. He knows she's close to the edge, and he wants to push her over it. "Daddy's big cock feels good in your little pussy, doesn't it?"

she nods and whines “yes.. yes”

"Fuck, you're gonna make Daddy cum so deep inside you." He reaches down between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles. "Cum on my dick like a good girl. Show Daddy how much you love his big cock."

"Jesus Christ." He watches as she throws her head back, tits bouncing, back arched. She's the sexiest thing he's ever seen. He loses control, his hips stuttering as he releases hot, thick ropes deep inside her. "Damn it."

He slowly pulls out and props himself up on one elbow, studying her flushed face with a mix of satisfaction and something almost tender. His fingers trace patterns on her collarbone. "Look what you did to your daddy." He nods down at his glistening cock, still semi-hard.

she smiles lazily “mhmm”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "You've utterly ruined me, you know that?" He leans in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, then rests his forehead against hers. "How am I supposed to concentrate on work tomorrow after this?"

she smiles.

"And don't even get me started on how I'm going to sleep tonight, knowing your sweet little pussy is soaking wet with my cum." He groans, shifting his hips slightly, his cock twitching against her thigh. "Fuck, I'm getting hard again."

He rolls his hips against her, letting her feel his growing erection. "You little minx. You know what you do to me." He kisses her deeply, his hands roaming over her curves possessively. "I should probably let you rest, but fuck if I can resist this pussy."

“We could cuddle with it in?”

He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, pulling her close against his chest. "You're too fucking perfect." He spoons behind her, allowing his hardening cock to nestle between her thighs from behind. "Cuddling with my dick inside, hmm?"

she puts her leg over his thigh to open herself more.

He groans deeply, feeling his cock slide deeper into her wet heat. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. "Fucking hell." He kisses her shoulder gently. "This is the best kind of cuddling." His cock throbs inside her.

they both fall asleep. Robby doesn’t mean to til he wakes up to his alarm for work. Shit.. he spent the night…

He jolts awake, his alarm blaring loudly. He blinks rapidly, realizing he's still buried deep inside you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. "Shit," he mutters, glancing at the clock. "I have to be at the hospital in an hour and a half."

she nods, “you can shower here.. put on your scrubs and go..”

“Mhm." He carefully pulls out, wincing slightly. He swipes his thumb between your legs gently, checking if you're sore. "Damn," he mutters softly, then heads to the shower. He quickly washes up, then pulls on his scrubs.

she stays asleep since he’s making her take the week off after her shoulder Injury, “have a good day”

He pauses in the doorway, looking back at you sleeping peacefully. He smiles softly, shaking his head. "You too," he murmurs softly. He grabs his bag and headphones, then leaves the apartment, locking the door behind him. He walks to the hospital, listening to his favorite playlist.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

How about Seele slowly realizes that she's in love with an absolute dumbass S/O?

(H:SR) Seele falling in love with an idiot

Seele is horrified by the fact she was falling in love.

The idea itself was novel, she didn't think anyone in her life could ever make her heart race (COUGHBRONYACOUGH)

But the fact it was (Y/N)? It made her so scared.

Because they were a MORON.

(Y/N) "Has anyone seen my glasses? I can't find them anywhere?"

(Seele) "For the love of- Have you looked at a mirror?"

(Y/N) "Huh? How would that help-...Oh, they're on me....I've been looking for nearly an hour!"

(Seele) sigh

The lack of common sense or self awareness was honestly quite shocking.

Especially since the Underworld could be quite brutal, though S/O took that in stride.

Such as the one time Seele managed to find them on their own and how they normally interacted.

She saw them gleefully waving their hand in greeting to what appeared to be a disgruntled miner.

Except (Y/N) had a gun.

(Y/N) "Hi! May I approach?"

(Miner) "W-Wha...?! I don't have a gun!...O-Or money!"

(Y/N) "Oh, that's okay! I just wanted to ask for some directions!"

(Seele) "What the fu-?!"

Seele was amazed S/O had survived so long, who the hell waved a gun around just asking for directions?!

And on top of that, who the hell asked for directions not even fifty feet from the main town?!

Despite their...nature, Seele didn't hate hanging out with them. Quite the opposite, actually.

(Y/N) "Oh, hi Seele!"

(Seele) "Hey. What are you doing out here?"

She had found (Y/N) sitting at a bench, not too far away from where the Moles were playing.

They scooted to the side for her to sit, which she promptly did so.

(Y/N) "Nat wanted me to look after the kids while she went out. Made sure none of them got hurt!"

Seele smiled at that, for once they actually sounded normal.

(Seele) "That's sweet of you."

(Y/N) "So in case if they do, I have an entire suitcase of medical supplies, filled with rubbing alcohol, wraps, and even an IV drip!-"

(Seele) "Aaaaand there it is."

The most important thing, they didn't coddle or nag her.

Hell, they encouraged her, better or worse. (Y/N) was the first to leap into action with her, what could 2 hardheaded people not solve down here?

Much to the disagreement of Bronya, Oleg, and Natasha.

It was when she began thinking how bored she was without (Y/N) that the realization dawn on her.

She was counting down the days they would return from the surface for a brief trip, when they'd get to have some 'time off' and just hang out and have lunch together-

(Seele) That's...That's a date I'm waiting for.

Seele's face became as red as her scarf, shaking her head and trying to escape her thoughts.

(Seele) Impossible! I don't like (Y/N) that way...r-right?

Oh no.

She was falling in love.

[rcmclachlan]

sentences saturday sunday

I was tagged by @beanarie and @leashybebes yesterday and @firehose118 and @zeraparker today. Thanks, y'all!

I've been struggling to write over the last couple of weeks (not that I've really had the time to sit down and actually make the attempt), but I started fucking around with something on my phone a couple of days ago. Not sure if I'll continue it or if I'm just vibing with another idea for an alien invasion canon AU that will desert me like all the others.

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"Romania? Who goes to Romania first when Los Angeles is right here?"

Tommy doesn't answer. Even if he did, he'd have to somehow talk around the fist he's had pressed to his mouth for the last two hours. His knuckles are so white that Buck isn't sure there's actually any blood left in his hands.

Ever since Eddie called them out of the blue around 1:30 in the morning, waking Buck from a dream in which he was trying to escape a dollhouse that was guarded by fire ants with peacock tails, he's been glued to the television in the living room. Every channel is showing the same thing: an enormous something hovering in the sky over Calafat that is unlike anything Buck's ever seen.

It looks like a stack of lenticular clouds made of mercury, rippling like someone's skipping stones across its surface. Maybe it's a crosswind. Maybe it's some sort of magnetic field helping to keep the thing afloat. Maybe it's some sort of frequency communicating with the tiny pointy ships that drift idly around the craft the way oxpeckers flock around elephants in search of parasites.

Buck would be a liar if he said he never thought about life elsewhere in the universe. Despite the fact that Chimney thinks he'd never heard of Steven Spielberg until he and Tommy made Buck watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind, he grew up watching E.T. Although it didn't have nearly as much of an impact as Ancient Aliens did. The documentary lived in a perpetual state of rewatch on the Buckley family TiVo until he left for college. He devoured every conspiracy theory YouTube had to offer during his downtime at the ranch.

One of the customers he made approximately 200 pink squirrels for in Peru had a UFO sighting story that Buck made her retell every time she came to the bar with her scandalously younger husband. It was obvious what she'd seen had been someone coordinating drones in the desert, but every time she told the story, it grew more and more outlandish until, by the time he was packing up to go to LA, not only had she seen a UFO but she'd made first contact just outside of La Quinta. 

He's fallen down so many Wikipedia rabbit holes that he truly understands that the requirements for complex life are many and often coincidental, which makes earth exceedingly unusual as far as anyone's aware. But he's also taken Chris to the Griffith enough times to have a good grasp on how just big the universe is. The idea that they're alone in the great vastness of space is not only improbable, but arrogant. And stupid.

Although if they ever found evidence of extraterrestrial life during his lifetime, he expected it to be something like weird microplankton in Europa's subterranean ocean that he'd read about in a NASA press release, not watch it drop out of the sky live on channel 5 while Chris Schauble keeps fumbling whatever it says on the teleprompter.

"Where do you think they're from, though? God, can you imagine how long it took them to get here? Maybe they're part of some intergalactic consortium thing. Like, the Space U.N. Maybe they're here to invite us to join," Buck muses, texting another fifty exclamation points into the 118 group chat, where the memes have been coming in hot and fast. Chim had been on top with the Will Smith one until Hen obliterated them all with the claw machine aliens from Toy Story.

He looks over at Tommy, who's still doing his best impression of The Thinker. The actual statue has probably moved more than Tommy has in the past two hours.

"Hey, you good?" He's not really expecting an answer. He hasn't gotten one the first dozen times he's asked. Checking in every so often just seems like the polite thing to do at this point. "Seriously, though. After you made me watch that movie where what's-her-name goes on a beach walk with her dad in space, I figured you'd be thrilled about this. Maybe they're here to build one of those machines. Maybe we're all gonna go surfing on Vega."

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