#id gotten into the flow

[likesdoodling]

It's Dazai and Atsushi! From yet another backstage bsd stage play photo! :D

[vampyrfagg]

stick and poke + sketchbook page

[baby-prophet]

I'm getting my period for the first time in a year and boy howdy I did not miss this one bit

[dontbesoweirdkira]

There's just so much potential for platonic !yan Tim Drake that isn't really explored. This post may flop but I like to imagine that yan! Tim Drake is actually the worse out of all his brothers...

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Requests: always open

Look...you and i both know that Tim is canonically unhinged. But Batsis!reader doesn't. It's so easy for you to forget that your brother Tim is so dangerous. I mean he doesn't really seem all that different from any other nerdy 19 year old. His body doesn't loom over you like the more bulky of your brothers, and his presence is rather...calming? I mean there's still a bit of uneasiness there but it's so subtle that you can brush it off

He's normal when he interacts with you. He doesn't bug you to spend time with him or uncomfortably touch you like Dick does. He is sweet and gentle...He knows how you prefer to be engaged with and respects what you don't like.

But, that's what makes him so dangerous. He knows you. Every. Last. Detail. He's gotten so good at being a nasty little fly on the wall that sometimes you forget he's even in the room. He's always around you, observing and collecting data. He's got you wrapped around his fingers and you don't realize it.

But it's not your fault. It's hard to even imagine that someone as mellow as Tim could ever share the same traits as his brothers.

Yan! Tim fully picked up just how intuitive you are and how you can spot red flags easily. He's so calculated and careful with every interaction. It's amazing how natural he makes these conversations flow. Well, they better. He's spent hours analyzing and practicing how to speak to you. His heart is pounding with anticipation, as every shred of information you give him is going right into his files on you.

Oh! The files he has on you? When Jason and Dick asked him about how many he had, he said only 4. Which is true. but those 4 files have much more information and pictures of you than they could comprehend. ...and he wasn't accounting for the hard drives and physical stacks of papers he stole. I believe Tim knows more about you than you do. When was the last time you've seen your medical records? Passports? Birth certificate? Is your ID even in your wallet? Don't worry, your brother Tim is keeping them safe for you.

Yan! Tim is a little stalker who may or may not have put a tracking/listening devices in your bag so he can keep tabs on you. <33 That's why he's always wearing headphones so he cab listen in. A small piece of missed information could cost him so much. Don't be mad, batsis! He cannot risk making you suspicious of him by asking you invasive questions so this is the only way.

I Like to think you automatically sit by him. whether it be during breakfast, watching a movie or in the car. You feel safer with him and it's a better option in your head than being with Dick who will be overbearing. Tim always acts cool, even a little annoyed by you at times but inside he's screaming. Your scent, your small smiles at him and nudge his shoulders when he makes a funny remark all send him into overdrive.

But i must say, it's exhausting for him to hold back his obsession all of the time. Sometimes he envies his siblings and how shameless they are in their obsessions. Tim Drake thinks about how great it would to be to just be hugged by you or for you to want to fall asleep on him like you do with Jason.

Sometimes, our creepy detective will slip up. He will say or do something that is odd to you

"I cannot remember the name of that song i used to listen to...what was it.."

"It's this one by that local band, sis."

"oh, yeah! wait...how did you-"

"I know you better than i know myself..."

"...what?"

*an incident happened where dick basically forced you to say i love you back. Tim was there and he was so so jealous*

"You love me the most though, right?"

You laughed, thinking it was a joke\

"Sure, Tim. You are my favorite Robin."

*Tim is very visibly becoming feral. Almost in the same way as Dick and you are slightly alarmed*

"...I'm your favorite Robin? So you do love me more than them."

"0-o"

He repeats it over and over again in his mind. If he was recording it like he does with many of your interaction, it will be on instant replay every morning as an affirmation.

That one time you were chilling in the study with Tim. His head was ducked, low into the computer. It was super late by this time and you didn't really want to bother him so you ended up leaving without saying anything, and headed to your room. Tim was beyond hurt that you were breaking his version of bonding time and you had the audacity to not even announce your exit. He's so swift that it startled you when he grabbed your wrist from behind. His grip was....strong.... to say the least..... and he questioned why you were leaving him.

speaking of his strength, Tim is so skinny that you forget he is well trained with a nice bit of muscle. Maybe not as strong as his brothers or Bruce but he can easily subdue you.

He's definitely broken a lock or two, to get into your room at the dead of night and watch you sleep. This is the only time when he can be as fucked up as he wants to. The unhinged look in his eyes while going through your things and taking what's interesting..The adrenaline that you might catch him, excites him. He can't help but to sickly smile as he makes his way over to you and observes. A gentle hand caresses the sides of your face. You're so perfect. He whispers on and on things he wishes he could tell you while you were awake and wouldn't think it was weird....

Maybe even once he's crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. So happy to be able to finally be able to cuddle like this.

And if you happened to wake up, and realize your dear brother, Tim was there...he has a plan for that. He knows how to play mind games on you and makes you seem like the crazy one. No one would believe you anyways. The locks are all fixed by the morning.

[fandomscombine]

Sorry, Bossman

Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

BG: When a Sunday morning in with your secret boyfriend turned into a sudden work meeting. Will the early morning grogginess cause a slip up? Especially since the except profilers have noticed your recent lateness?

A/N: Wanted to be secretive on who the reader’s pairing would be but I has to properly tag the fic - so just pretend you didn’t know the reader’s S.O. is Aaron Hotchner in the first few paragraphs okay? Lol

Anyway, it’s my second ever Aaron Hotchner fic. Still coming around to perfection his tone and essence.I hope you enjoy this sweet fluffy fic!

WC: 1034

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>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<

It’s Sunday morning and you can feel the rays of sunshine seeping through your bedroom curtain. The team has just gotten back from a week-long grueling case Friday night and you’ve missed the feeling of being in your own bed. Saturday was spent lounging around being a homebody as your mind and body recharges - your plans for today? To linger in this bliss and let the real world slip away.

You roll over, back now towards your window. With eyes still closed, you lazily extend your arm until you find a warm presence. A soft chuckle fills the room as you snuggle closer to your partner. “Hmm morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning, my love” You reply. Voice muffled as you place a kiss on his chest. Your head finds solace as a steady heartbeat enters your ear. Wanting nothing more, than to stay in this moment longer. 

But in true universe fashion, it decides that a one day break is more than enough. 

The bed dips and you feel a cold breeze brush through your body as the blanket is moved. You keep your eyes closed, silently pleading this is just a part of a dream and that when you wake up you get to have Sunday home.

“Yes, I’ll have my team notified and in the office within the hour.” 

The words flow muffled into your ears - the pillow doing little to discard the reality of it all. 

A hand comes up your arm, he knows you’re not a morning person but work can’t wait. “Come on sweetheart, we’ve got a case”

You groan, there’s no way you can say no to him - especially when you’re in the receiving end of his soft eyes.  But that doesn’t mean you can tease him to get a few more moments in bed. “Sorry, bossman hasn’t called me yet.” 

He gives you his signature pointed stare and gives into your play. Your ringtone fills the room, the caller ID “Agent Hotchner” illuminates the screen officially calling you in for the case.

“Alright, alright.” Accepting surrender as you mute your phone. 

“Thanks.” Aaron reaches out his hand to help you off the bed. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Something quick, a sandwich maybe? I still have to get home and repack my go bag.”

Aaron stares a bit confused.

“Cause we went straight here after the case? And I’ve been wearing your clothes” Gesturing to what you currently have on - Aaron’s beloved brown half zip sweater and his boxers. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” There’s just something completely domestic about wearing Aaron’s clothes. Not worrying about looking perfect and being wrapped in Aaron’s home life. You can’t help but smile at the normality of it all.

“Right, it got me thinking” Aaron steps closer, grabbing your waist. “Maybe we should get you a drawer, you know since you practically live here half the time.”

He is about a head taller than you, so you wrap your arms around his neck as stability. Biting your lips to stop your heart from racing and the premature grin that’s threatening to take over, you ask. “Aaron Hotchner, are you saying that you wanna take this to the next level?” You ask, 

“Yes I do.” He says with all gentle seriousness. This close, you can clearly see his dilated pupils under the dim lights.

“Then that sounds like a plan.” Pulling him closer, relaying all the joy and love that’s oozing out of your heart into a searing kiss.

~

“Sorry I’m late.” You announce to the room. It’s current 8:23am and the team is already 3 pages into the case debrief. 

“Take your seat agent.” Hotch replies, not looking at you as he focuses on turning the next slide. To most, Hotch’s reaction is normal that of a boss’ slight annoyance at his employee’s tardiness. 

But you ofcourse know his tell, an involuntary, subconscious sign that indidicates their hiding something. Which in this case, if Aaron scratching the back of his neck - an act you’ve became familiar with ever since you started dating. It was Aaron’s way of hiding his blush, though you have assured him that he looks absolutely adorable when he reddens. 

There’s just this power of his dimples that takes a hold on you and leaves you mesmorised. 

“Yes, sir.”  You settle as quickly as you can right next to Morgan. He hands you a spare set of case files when something catches his eye.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Morgan asks, the shift in tone notable.

“Lucky guy?” Furrowing your brow. Derek Morgan is known to be a tease and you often join in on the fun - although you’re not liking it when the spotlight is on you.

“Yea..” Joins in Emily - this is the type of tea that would get her energy up this early in the morning. “You aren’t normally late but these past couple of cases you are~” 

“What?” With the team slowing teaming up against you couple with the morning brain fog - your defensiveness is apparent.

“Reid, back me up!”

“Just from this past month alone, y/n has been late 3 times.” Chimed in the young doctor. “Most notably after our long cases or on Mondays.”  

The audacity of Reid smiling after stating the fact nonchalantly. You picture your glare burning holes through the smart brain of his. However, before you can succeed in doing so, Derek drops the fatal shots.

“And next time don’t forget the badly covered hickeys at the under your ear.”

You’re dumbfounded, instantly grabbing your phone and checking your ear with the selfie camera. Lo and behold the unmistakable purple mark just below your ear lobe. Wincing slightly as your finger touches the tender spot.

Eyeing the team before landing on Aaron. Arching a brow as if to say ‘Why did you have to bite so hard?’

“Wait, Hotch? No way!” Morgan exclaimed, head moving left and right as he connects the dots. 

The silence that follows is death-defying, never have you seen a room full of expert profilers stuned and frozen in place.

You’re caught. Sorry, Bossman

It’s Aaron who breaks the spell. “Looks like the secret is out, sweetheart.” He says, sporting an uncharacteristic smirk.

[nickgurl4life]

"Santa Came Early This Year"

C!W: cute fluff in beginning, kissing, a small bit of nipple sucking, p in v, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), breeding (let me know if i missed any!)

Summary: Matt and You take a drive on Christmas Eve for fun but it ends up with the car pulled over and his cock in you~

A/N: @cupiidk1lls suggested I do a Christmas fic so here you go, enjoy! Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

"Wait, so why are we driving again?" You ask as you look over from your spot in the passenger seat. The feeling of the warm air flowing from the heater on the dash, calming your shivering body. "Oh well, I figured, since we haven't gotten out of the house and away from Chris and Nick.. I figured a little night drive would be calm cause I don't get time with my girl that often." Matt says with a smile as his eyes flicker to you then to the road. "Okay, well...." You look out the window before looking back over. "I'm pretty sure there's another reason, Babe." You say with a small smile creeping onto your face. "Okay okay fine, the reason I wanted to come out here was to get some alone time...I brought us a blanket and some pillows so we can maybe push the seats forward and relax in the trunk with it open?" He says as he slowly pulls over.

"Matt, why didn't you just ask?" You say with a chuckle as you and him unbuckle. You guys go to the back of the car and set up the blankets, cuddling up and staring up at the night sky. "I didn't ask cause I didn't think you'd do this with me," he admits as he gently presses kisses to your neck, sometimes nibbling softly. You let our a soft hum at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck, a soft moan slipping out at the feeling of him sucking your sweet spot. "And maybe we could yknow..." he kisses up to your ear before whispering into it. "We could maybe have car sex under the stars?" He says, and you can hear the shit-eating grin on his face. "Matt..." You chuckle and gently push him off. "I don't know if that'd a good ide-" he cuts you off, "Babe cmon, loosen up we'll be fine~" he gently kisses you and your self control melts immediately as you kiss back.

His tongue gently prods at the entrance of your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. When you comply with a part of your lips, he shoves his tongue inside to tangle with yours. As the kiss goes on, you feel his warm hands trail under your shirt to rest under your bra, gently tracing the underwire. Your hands tug on the Christmas light necklace he has on from the previous car video his brothers filmed earlier. "You really gonna fuck me in this Christmas Tree shit?" You tease as he slips your shirt over your head, groaning at the sight of your lacy red bra. "You want it off?" He asks in a rough tone, and when you nod, he takes it off and chucks it to the front seat, immediately latching his lips back onto yours as he rubs your hard bud through the lace. "Mmph-" You murmur onto his lips as he pushes you to lay down, he unclips your bra and tosses it behind him.

"Fuck..." he whispers and before you know it his mouth is wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly as he gently rolls the other between his fingers. You toss your head back in pleasure at the feeling. "Matt-" You whimper, subconsciously rolling your hips up into his hard-on. "Oh, don't so that..." he whispers raspily as his eyes flutter shut. "But baby, you've made me all horny now. Don't be a tease..." You mutter as he slips his shirt off. "I won't be too much of a tease cause we have to hurry home so..." he says with a soft chuckle as he taps your hips, a signal to lift them. He tugs your pants down, and when they come all the way off, he then fondles with his belt, tugging his pants off along with his boxers. "God, you didn't wear panties under your sweatpants?" He teases with a chuckle.

He leans down, spitting onto your cunt as he slaps it a bit with his dick. "You ready, sweetheart?" He asks with a head tilt that's makes you grow even wetter. "Yeah...yes, I'm ready," you say softly, and when he heats the words, he slips in. "O-oh fu-ck..." he stutters out as he bottoms out. "Oh, m-my..." You mutter at the stretch that never fails to please you. After a minute, he started to rock his hips until he's pounding into you. "Cmon baby that's it...take it, fucking take it sweetheart I know you can cmon~" he coos as he pounds into you wet cunt, hearing the squelching noise with each movement. "Thatssss it, baby..." he coos as he watches your pretty eyes roll back. "Already cock drunk huh pretty?" He teases and you let out a pornographic moan as his hand gentle wraps around your throat.

"Fuck your squeezing my cock holy s-shit-" he groan as he thrusts quicker. "Fuck im gonna cum, cum with me baby please..." he pleads and you moan. "Y-yeah, yeah, I will...." You spit out as you both quickly approach the edge. "Gonna breed you... gonna put a fuckin baby in you..." he moans as his hips stutter. Both of you are falling over the edge. "Holy..." he collapses on top of you. "That was..." he cuts himself off with a chuckle as he pecks your cheek. "Let's just, uh, let's just take a nap..." he mutters, and you nod. "I love you..." he whispers, "I love you too" you whisper back before you guys doze off.

Sorry if this sucks, I wrote this with a sprained hand so it's half assed but hope you like it!

Taglist: @mattsslutt @chrislilcumslvt @cupiidk1lls @loud-sturniolos @p14th0mps0n @3xclus1vel0v3r @bilssturns @nateismybf @chrisfavoritewhore @jassturn @kennastromboli @goingtojohnkramershouseee @matthewsroses

[shinkai-kaiju]

ive actually been playing games i like. missed out on by not having a computer/any non-nintendo consoles for the longest time, n its been pretty great.

I will also say, some of these games are dogshit and maybe its good i missed them at the time

i am dumb as shit but can i say. terraria is cool

[duckymcdoorknob]

congrats on 1k!!! you deserve it for being such a cool writer!! :D i also really adore how you set up the event its so creative and cute ahsjhdd

id like to order a medium black coffee with light ice, sweet cream cold foam, and cream + sugar please! name for it will be Saiki, thanks in advance!! <33

Ummmm brb I’ll cry RQ 🥰

Thank you for the kind words 😭😭😭

I hope you enjoy this!!!!! I had a blast writing it, and I think it’s absolutely adorable. Here’s some soft Saiki for the soul-

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

If someone had told Kusuo that he would be spending part of winter break with his friends, in a cabin, hidden in the mountains, he would’ve laughed. Famously stoic Kusuo Saiki would have broke into laughter at the thought of being stuck with his dumbass friends(affectionate).

At this moment in time, he was not laughing.

The outside air was chilly, and the clock had just struck 3:30am. Kusuo was seated on the edge of the living room couch, calmly sipping a mug of tea, and observing the chaos unfolding in front of him.

Said chaos was Aren and Kaidou exasperatedly teaching Nendou and Toritsuka how to play poker. The two seemed to have the hang of it… until they didn’t.

“Nendoooooooou.” Kaido groaned through his hands, “This is not blackjack. You don’t say hit me.”

The pinkette exhaled fondly, resting his cheek on his closed fist. He was not inherently against playing a few rounds, but realistically, his powers would keep him from playing fairly, so he opted to watch the chaos unfold.

Saiki would be lying if he didn’t say he was enjoying himself. It was purely schadenfreude, but he did love watching Kaidou absolutely shit himself when Nendou would end up with round-winning hands.

The psychic boy was content with himself. He barely even noticed how late it had gotten until someone made him…

A sudden weight on the right side of the couch made him avert his gaze from the table. His eyes locked onto you. You were bundled up in your blanket, most definitely exhausted, and yet unable to sleep at the same time.

“You’re up late, can’t sleep?” Kusuo asked softly, tuning out the din from the card-players.

“Mmm.” You replied, blinking the drowsiness out of your eyes, “Why are you awake?”

Kusuo scoffed in amusement, and pointed to the table across the room.

“What are they-“ you cut yourself off with a forced yawn ripping from your throat, “what are they playing?”

“Poker.” The pinkette replied, “at least they’re trying to.”

The boy went on to explain to you how the four had been at this for quite some time. His words fell deafly upon your ears after a while. While you were glad that you were finally tired, you didn’t want to stop listening to Saiki tell you stories.

Thankfully, Kusuo’s powers let him know exactly what to expect in that moment. As he calmly recounted his tale, he carefully put his tea on the end table, and moved a pillow onto his lap.

Within a second, you nodded to convey that you were listening (you were not), and then your eyes fluttered closed while you fell forward, murmuring about how you were “going to lay down for a little bit”. With an effortless swoop of his arms, the pinkette caught your exhausted figure, carefully lowering your head onto the pillow.

His hands found refuge in your hair, fingers carding through it absentmindedly as he continued to speak. His words flowed like honey, and his tone was low and gentle.

“You wouldn’t believe how many times Nendou actually had a decent hand. Kaidou was losing his mind almost every roun-“

Eventually, he realized that he was talking to absolutely no one anymore, and that you had fallen asleep. He removed his hand from your head, opting to rest it on your side instead.

“I suppose it can’t be helped.” He murmured, removing his glasses and closing his eyes. Despite his resting state, he was still perfectly cognizant of his surroundings.

Kusuo was 100% aware of Nendou taking a photo of the two of you, along with with Aren berating him for it. But what he wasn’t expecting was for Toritsuka to settle onto the couch next to him, resting his head on Saiki’s shoulder, and for Kaidou to cover the three of you with a blanket.

Maybe his friends weren’t the worst people in the world.

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[kurgy]

hi ive been doing less work since christmas. i was getting over a bad flu+bronchitis fever combo at the time and was ghosted by family on christmas eve and then fully ditched on christmas, so the whole day sucked, but my brain has felt indescribably Weird since the fever went down and when i try to do normal tasks, so i figured id spend the temporal space between christmas and new years trying to get my brain right and ready for work by sketching some low stakes Morgott doodles to get the drawing flow back,

well turns out im being ditched on new years eve as well and the hurt and loneliness over that suck a lot so im just gonna sweep those feelings under the couch and spend new years eve letting myself rest and have fun with movies and sketching some of the potentially canon New Harbor guys* to keep up the brain fog clearing

i dont have any of the supplies i would like to have gotten by now though and am on a tight schedule to get some kind of affordable meal, cider, a glass to toast to the new year with, and some important medication before businesses start closing early for the day, so hey if anyone would like to give me a character headshot of your choice to doodle and some money to have a pleasant holiday on my own then please consider buying me a kofi ($3) today while i doodle and try to not be cartoonishly depressed :')

headshot doodle examples

[v1x3n]

⋆｡° ✮ - METAL AND TINGLES

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ⸝⸝ navigation ୨୧ tags : suggestive

୨୧ synopsis : you decide to get a nipple pericing, simon riley, the piercer also thinks its a good idea!

Finally deciding to get a piercing - you had gotten loads but there was one place you wanted, needed even. But you were too scared to get it. It was a nipple pericing, you didnt want some freak, you didnt know, touching your tits. That was weird as shit.

But when you had gotten your lips periced, you had discovered gold. His name was Simon Riley. He was a fit pericer, new to town. He was cold but sexy cold. He would wear a mask strapped to his waist. All you really knew was that he were in the military and thats where the mask was from. He didnt really talk much, he was big on dad jokes though. You had gotton pericings and bought new studs and shit from him occasionally, just to see him and talk to him.

Scared out of your fuckin' mind, driving to his pauloar, muttering soft swears spilling from your mind. This was going to be the most awkward thing in the world, asking someone you barely know to perice your nipples all cause you would shag him? What if he gets someone else too? Fuck what if he's married or got a gf?shitttt. mind going to every worst possible sceneiro

As you pull up to the parking lot, steering your car into place.hesitating before deciding to get yourself out, scared to fuck while you're walking down. You meet eyes with Simon as your fingers tap to your side.

Entering while smiling weakly as he returns the favour."what's it today?"-"erm a-a pericing" stuttering out of ur mind, words barley come through - ready for your embarrassment when you say what u want."Yeah love, what though?"-"if you do it id like an uh... nipple piercing."

His face went stone. Were you acc asking him this? Was he dreaming? He needed to quickly reply as his heart raced like an eagle. "Yeah,yk where to go."

Breathing softly as you make your way to the private room, settling down your stuff and sighing loudly. Simon gets all the things ready, placing a paper and pen down for you"sign it, just the usual shit.Then uh get yourself ready inall."

Knowing the 'usual shit' you signed your name and checked the checkboxes. Fumbling as you breathe heavily - Scared of what he was going to do or say. "What's wrong?" He wondered, obviously seeing your out of order breathing and shaking hands. "Nothing," you retorted, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm just in a hurry," you lied.

Taking your time unhooking your bra and then sliding it down your shirt, slowly pulling up your shirt. Laying back on the leather chair while patting your side in nervousness. Taking a deep breath, you fix your gaze on the man in front of you. He smiles, a knowing smirk on his face. He takes a step closer, and you can't help but feel your heart race.

He gets the equipment ready - cleaning the needle and getting out gloves and a cotton pad. Pooring a liquid onto the cotton pad, looking at you with a nod.

You smile awkwardly, nodding gently. As soon as you nod he goes forward and rubs the cotton pad onto your hard nipples. He knows this will trigger a rush of pleasure, and he hopes that it will relax you and make it easier to proceed with the procedure."you good? still wana?" nodding after his question he lets out a sigh- almost of relief? He takes a step back, watching you carefully. You take a deep breath and nod, your eyes still closed. He smiles and steps back, satisfied that you are ready.

He carefully places his hand on your tit, you felt the coldness of his hands- your nipples already hard for him. But then he pinches them. Whimpering softly he chuckles. "sorry just gettin' em all ready for the percing"

Scowling at him and rolling your eyes playfully. He rubs his thumb over your nipple, shivers flowing through your spine. He carefully massages your boob - while grabbing the needle and poking it through. A jolt comes from your pretty lips - biting your lips. Placing the pericing along with it.

He takes his head back to admire 'his work' (your tits) moving to the other nipple, taking his palm and gently creating friction between the two. Biting your lip as your whines escape your throat."one more yeh? yur doin' good sweetheart."

He rubs the other nipple with a new cotton pad - getting it all ready then folding your left tit not so noticeably as he prepares the next percing. Stabbing the needle through your nipple - followed by another whimper as he smiles at you.

Not making eye contact, his eyes being focused on your tits as he smirks. Jolting the percing along and putting an end to both percings."See? weren't so bad."-"maybe it would've been better if it were someone else" you half joke, him still not making eye contact. He nods, but doesn't say anything. You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. "cheeky bastard." He laughs deeply as you giggle with him. "Come in next week for a checkup."-"you sure its a checkup? if u wanna see my tits u dont have to come up with excuses" he scoffs at the words falling from your gob - glaring at you.

Pulling your shirt down and getting up from the chair. He quickly leaves the room, leaving you feeling embarrassed. You quickly gather your belongings and rush out of the room, your face red with embarrassment.

Seeing him - smiling gently as he looks up at you. He's handling another customer. Trying to leave him alone he calls you."Y/N, need to talk." Thoughts rush through your head as you sigh and make your way to him. The customer backs off and leaves you two."Here." He places a paper in front of you with instructions and cream next to it, "just for your pericing. Take care of it yeh? Id Be ashamed if they got infected - they are nice." you giggle softly, tucking your hair behind your blush red ears.

Leaving the place - getting into your car and checking the instructions: clean them regularly.... blah blah blah......dont touch them too touch ..... blah blah blah?a phone number written on the bottom. Simons handwriting? Hm.

'Take care and call me? ~ simon'

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[airandyeah]

Warm The Kettle Steb X Reader Pt.5

Authors note: Please, please, PLEASE read the character sheet. Please. This character sheet, PLEASE! The Series Master list is here My personal Master list is here A/N: I know Steb isn't a very popular character but this might become a discontinued story due to lack of interest... Likes and comments go a long way! This chapter we will be meeting your shitty family!

Your footsteps matched Steb's as you patrolled together. Morning patrol, started 20 minutes ago. 5:00 AM-11:00 PM. You were still yawning as you walked, occasionally glancing at Steb who seemed perfectly rested. "How much sleep did you get?", you asked him through another yawn, you remembered he had the shitty evening shift last night so you were curious. He held up 6 finger, 6 hours of sleep. You gawked at him, "I got 9, how the hell are you so awake?!", you ask dramatically and he chuckles behind a closed fist. "I don't need too much sleep"... Are you really sleep deprived, or did Steb just... TALK?! "Di-did you just talk to me?", your expression was priceless and Steb let out a bigger laugh, slightly grabbing his throat due to the scratchy feeling of talking. "You talked to me! Yes!", you pumped your fists into the air and hopped around, onlookers staring at you with sidelong eyes, 'weirdo', they think. ~~~ After some time you and Steb came across a bleeding Zaunite on the side of a mostly empty street, it seems he had gotten into a brawl as you and Steb got on either side of him, he kneeled down and you squatted. The man was barely conscious, but he obviously had life left in him as he tried to scramble away from the two people in uniform. "Hey hey, calm down.", you signal for Steb to check for an ID or anything while you hold your hands over the mans head. Before long, a golden glow emits from your hands, forming the shapes of small lotus flowers as the mans wounds weave back together. Steb after looking an ID over is staring at the magic flowing from your hands. It not only looks beautiful, but it looks... warm. ~~~ After taking the man in to run the ID and to get a statement about his previous... injuries, you discover that a group of Piltover citizens ganged up on the man, yelling about how they didn't need scum like him, walking their streets. It pissed you off more than most things, having been the 'scum' of your own birthplace. Steb knew you were very deep in thought as you both walked back to base after your shift, your usual chit-chat was now non-existent, your face scrunched slightly in what he placed as irritation. The irritation was replaced with a new expression as you both pushed through the doors to the base, now it was something akin to anger and... fear? he moved his eyes to follow where yours had landed, finding a man. Said man had large silver wings, greying hair ontop of his head, and an eyepatch over one eye, revealing a blue eye on the other side. He was dressed in a finely tailored grey suit, fixed with a white tie and golden stitching. He was leaning against the wall- like he was waiting. Only now was it obvious to Steb, he was waiting for you. Your father stood there, next to a wall and you suddenly felt your heart hit the floor, no, he can't be here. You thought his threats to 'come take you back', were just that, threats. Empty threats. But his presence proved you wrong as you unconsciously moved your body so you were almost hiding behind Steb.

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Quinn and Jaz: Ch2

Chapter 1

word count: ~2k

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The street lamps buzzed to life, with some flickers of indignation at being awoken for yet another tedious shift. They waited patiently, as they always did, for one very busy college student- who was particularly late tonight. Just as Quinn turned the corner to enter the sprawling parking lot of her apartment complex, the nearest street lamp gave out, dusting her in the growing shadow of the evening. 

Still cursed, then, she half-joked. Quinn’s eyes burned and her nostrils were iced with the sharp pain of the cold winter air. She was lucky enough that her jacket could cover her mouth a bit, if she tugged at it the right way; but it only did so much when the whole back-half of her was totally drenched with ice water. As she finally approached the stairs to her apartment, her mind briefly wandered to the warm lump of a guy in her pocket. 

She felt lucky, because she’d been able to not think about it too much for the walk home- the bitter cold helped with that. But she knew that the second she got inside she’d have to address reality; And reality, right now, was that she had an entire person, on her person. Just chilling. She shivered hard at the thought, the anxiety fully overpowering any pre-existing chills. 

That feeling from earlier came clawing back, fast. The memory of seeing how her hands dwarfed Jaz, seeing him fit entirely into her glove, how that implied he wouldn’t even be hard for her to hold his entire being in one hand. She felt ill at the implications of it all, and shoved the thoughts away for Quinn-Of-Not-Right-Now to deal with. The walk home had been traumatic enough, even before all of this tiny guy shit happened, she didn’t need to process anything while her body temperature was still below average.

Finally reaching her building and trudging up the stairs to the third story, Quinn fumbled numbly for her keys and shouldered the iced-shut door open with a loud crack! Warmth kissed her cheeks and eyelids, much to her relief. Waddling through the threshold, Quinn hurriedly footed off her ice-filled boots. Not even caring about getting a noise complaint, she slammed the door shut and let both bookbags fall heavily to the floor where she stood.

Numb fingers tried desperately to claw the zipper of her coat open, but failed to get a proper hold on the slick metal tab, wet with snow. She briefly gave up on the tab, opting to undo her old leather belt and tug off her oversized, worn jeans, down to her long underwear. Fingering off her sopping socks and leaving the shedded articles at the entryway, Quinn shuffled the couple of feet to her kitchen and started her electric kettle. Running the tap hot at her sink, she held her hands in the water for some time until it was painful from the heat, reluctantly withdrawing from the temporary comfort.

With now-dried hands, she shakily pinched at the zipper near her chapped lips. A long, fluttering breath entered and slowly exited her lungs- she had to mentally prepare. Maybe the cold actually had gotten to her, and she was truly losing it from exhaustion. In a way, she hoped that was the case, because then she could just sleep it off and go back to normal. 

Oh please, respect yourself, Quinn, she internally chided, The ID, the bag, you literally have that shit defrosting 3 feet away from you. Be a big girl and get this over with.

Quinn laughed in spite of herself at that. 

With a sturdy, deep breath, she unzipped the coat and hastily tugged out the glove into the air in front of her face. A muffled Holy- Watch it!! from the contents told her that her passenger was not only real, but also had survived the oh-so-perilous journey. Slightly guilty at the jostling, but mostly cold and annoyed, she laid the glove down on the counter as gently as she could manage. 

The kettle gave a shy click to show it had done its job, and Quinn happily accepted a distraction for her hands. She readied two mugs; A pretty yellow flowered mug equipped with her favorite sleepy-time tea, and then the second mug- a wide, plain, chipped old thing that she set next to the glove, full of nothing but the hot water.

“Oh, and these might be helpful…” She thought aloud, getting two fluffy dish towels from one of the drawers below. Quinn dropped them quickly next to the glove and mugs.

“So, uh,” She started speaking to the air above the set up, not exactly sure how to interact with some guy she just taxi’d into her home, “I’m gonna go take a shower- and uh, warm up- whatever. I’m leaving for 15 minutes. You have 15 minutes to get yourself into a better state, and also to not be naked.” Wait, is that possible? her face twisted, and she started making hand gestures to no one in particular. “Just make sure you’re not… exposed… when I come back to talk, in fifteen. Eugh. Whatever, bye.”

Throwing her hands up and taking a deep, shaky breath, she spun around and eagerly shed the rest of her clothes on the way to her shower. If hypothermia doesn’t get me, cringe certainly fucking will. My god.

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Jaz’s head had never hurt so bad in his entire life- which was actually quite impressive, considering how many hangovers he’d dealt with. Jaz ranked this headache particularly high on his list of awful headaches not just because of the splitting pain between his ears. This headache had come with one tiny side effect, and it was bothering him to no end. 

The constant friction of the too-thick fabric rubbing his bare body was getting to be overwhelming, and going from truly freezing temperatures to a sweltering, inescapable heat was nauseating. I might actually need to buy this bitch new gloves, that’s hilarious. Whatever, she needs a new set anyway, this brand sucks. Commenting on Quinn’s gloves was all Jaz could do to distract himself.He might have been able to lie to himself and say this was all some twisted nightmare if not for how sickeningly real it all was. 

The night prior was a blur. All he knew is that he had a few shots, slept with a few girls and had a good time, like any other night. Like normal. He woke up in one of the girls’ beds around dinnertime and was kicked out before he could even ask what they were cooking. 

They were embarrassed they couldn’t cook for shit. Yeah. I would have just ordered us all whatever if they didn’t go all psycho, kicking me out. Jaz absent-mindedly ran his hands slowly up and down his arms, and shut his eyes. He focused on his breathing, and tried not to feel the heat emanating from the wall beside him. Those bitches just didn’t know I would have covered everything- gotten maids for the cleanup, had my secretary manage any absences. Damn, I should have started the night with that- ‘Everything’s on me tonight!’ Then I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess. 

Between jabs at the group of girls he had partied with, the thoughts of how unendingly vast the world felt from his nest of clothes silently fogged into his head. Flashes of seeing his fingers poke through the stitches of his own scarf, at just the amount of time it took to get a full view of Quinn. Bubbling visuals of the hole in the toe of her boot, only a couple yards from him at the time- big enough for him to walk into, with clearance. The way her shins trailed into her knees, peaking at the height of small buildings. He thought of her face; blurry and dulled, like a billboard you’re just too far away from to make out the smallest lettering. 

He very nearly retched at the thought of it all. He didn’t even realize his fingernails were leaving raw, throbbing circles now, swirling across his biceps. A sharp, thin whine loosed itself from somewhere outside, and all of a sudden Jaz didn’t have time to worry about retching, he may just start blowing chunks right then and there.

The only way he could describe the feeling was like that of the world’s least fun rollercoaster- something close to the Tower of Terror, but in reverse. His insides lagged behind whatever unnatural force was yanking him into the air.

“Holy- WATCH IT!!” He spat, hoping desperately he could be heard through the polyester and fleece. A pause told him he was heard, and he gladly accepted the much slower descent to a floor. 

Damn, who the hell let this roid-rager out around normal people? Doesn’t she know that I’m literally- 

Jaz suddenly became quite aware of how deeply his nails could go into his arms. He flinched and loosed his grip on himself, seeing pinpricks of blood on a few of the impressions his fingernails had left behind. Outside the tent of a glove, Quinn was somewhere far off giving a long spiel about showering or something. 

Showering… ‘something something naked’... Damn, is now really the time for this? Jaz was exhausted, he felt he had enough of women for the next few days. Preparing his usual script, he emerged to politely shoot her down and give her a proper rejection. Quinn, however, had scurried away. Out of sight, to some distant closet all the way on the other side of the kitchen.

Jaz felt strangely about such a massive woman truly scurrying, the way Quinn just had. Maybe she’s not as godzilla as previously thought. But looking around, he had a lot more than that to feel unsettled by than just the girl who uber’d him. 

Everything. All of it was huge.

This apartment was a stadium to Jaz- no, even bigger. A colosseum, made of plywood and layers and layers of landlord-special paint. There was so much to take in- the mural-sized art pieces on the miles-away walls, the countertop longer than a nascar track, the floor, all the way down there. That nauseous feeling came clawing back, pinching Jaz’s throat and behind his nose and cramping his stomach. 

He had to look away. 

Turning eagerly to look at what was right in front of him, he found a steaming ceramic tub was waiting patiently with two thick towels, the size of tennis courts, flung to either side. 

The realization of Quinn’s actual intention now finally dawned on him, “Oh, shower.”

Eager to get out of the stuffy tent-glove, Jaz kicked his way free of the damp, beaded, fleece lining. A cold chill hit him, and he was forced to remember why he was in that glove to begin with.

Jaz had never been shy about his birthday suit- he worked very hard for his toned and fit physique, and was known to half the campus to jump at any chance to put it on display. 

In that moment, though- standing on a countertop, the nearest “floor” being a hundred foot plummet away, and the closest exit truly impossible for him to access or use…

Jaz felt naked. He felt utterly exposed.

It was a new, supremely unpleasant feeling. His hands went back to his biceps, and he quickly recoiled at the sting. His eyes flitted to the scratches and his gaze lingered. Ever so slightly, his shoulders rose and tensed, an almost unnoticeable flicker of weakness breathed through his knees. 

Fuck it, I can clean up if I’m staying the night. Jaz clambered into the mug, steeling himself. He silently begged the near scalding water to burn out the unpleasantness- trying to find a distraction in this new sting.

A nebulous sort of respite tentatively descended upon him.

“Besides, I haven’t even really introduced myself.”

[hermesserpent-stuff]

May I ask, for Teeth and Claws AU or your X-Men Evolution AUs with Gambit, Sabretooth, and Wolberine in general, what is Wolverine and Sabretooth's relationship? How do they know each other? Were they once friends, or even brothers? And is Creed still kinda platonic yandere for Logan, the way he is with Remy, or just see him as a worthy opponent/packmate?

(I read your newest chapters of Teeth and Claws, and you hit me in the feels. Emotions were felt, and I want to give Remy hugs so bad! But with like, blanket or bubble wrap between, so he isn't being directly touched. Or maybe gift him some kitten plushies, especially a sabretooth tiger one (and sneak in a wolverine plush for reasons).

So I'm straight up stealing from convos that I've had with @golden-buddle.  Bestie is him and his messages have “” around them 

This information is gonna slowly (and Quickly) bubble up in the fic

tw child abuse and violence

In this fic, since i dont know id the made it canon for evolution, Logan and victor are brothers. With a shared mom and dad and all that fun stuff. Victor was born in 1827 as Victor howlett. James (Logan) was born 1832. Victor started showing signs of being a feral at 14 and was tied up in the yard by their father to keep people safe from him acting on instinct. He lost his mind to pure instinct for a year.His father tried ripping out Victors teeth and claws, but they kept growing back. Logan would visit as night, not understanding why his brother was tied up and likeing the way Victor purred and nuzzled him. Victor slowly comes back to human speech through the attention of Logan and starts acting more human. Their father makes him spend nights in the yard and uses him for work around the homestead. Victor chafes under the cruel hand of their father but sticks it out for Logan. He is on a trip to town when Logans feral gene kicks in at 12. 

When he sees his brothers bloody face missing fangs and his father's hands bloody while their mother hides away, he loses himself. He rips apart their father and devours his eyes and heart before crushing the bones and dumping the remains in a strong flowing river. His little brother will not suffer his fate.

No one knows what happened to me. Howlett. Only that his wife died of a broken heart not a month later. Logan is double distraught and the two do their best to survive and deal with their instincts with Logan leaning towards civilization and Victor leaning towards wildness.

They become guns for hire, joing the civil war. Logan finds someone to love and settles down post war and Victor can't stand being stuck in one place after being a river. He tries to get Logan to come with and they separated after a blow-up argument where Logan essentially established that either he had to be head of the pack or the pack is dissolved. So the pack dissolved for a long long time. Victor dropped the Howlett last name and took up the name Creed. Centuries where one figured that the other had not gotten the longevity trait of the mutation. Many near misses in wars like wwi and WWII of seeing each other again. Creed's scent changed during that time and so did Logan's.

They meet back up after WWii when Weapon X is in full swing to try and recreate cap. America on some level. This is where we wander into au territory. 

Victor and Logan recognize each other in the program and there is a lot of joy and relief in seeing that the other didnt die once they realize who the other feral is (this takes a little bit due to all the changes) . They both have picked up their animal names by then and go by them frequently. 

They both are on board for augmentation, but both of them thinking it would just be the claws and nothing past that. They both are very firm on this. Victor was the one who got Logan to stay on even as he got nervous about things. Victor did not know that they would mess with his brother's mind. Just thought it was a body change. Victor got stronger nails but his healing factor is too weak for a full animantium skeleton.  Logan sees this and victor shows them off and logan is okay with going under. For his claws and nothing more. But whoopsie poopsie, whole skeleton. And mind games!! And logan bursts out full feral and in pain and runs after breaking the facility a bit. 

Time passes 

Creed does not realize that Logan has lost his memory of them reuniting. He thinks that his brother knows and is pissed. 

To quote bestie:

“Victor has no idea that Logan’s memories have been shot.

Victor has no idea that Wolvie has no idea that they’re blood brothers

Victor could be under the impression that Logan decided a while back that they WERENT Pack anymore-

Because Logan isn’t really fighting for dominance- he’s fighting for his life”

“Logan thinks his older brother is dead, and this is just some feral who recognizes that Logan’s older, therefor to get more territory it’s best to cull the older feral and absorb his territory. So Logan’s fighting for his life and his pack.

Victor, meanwhile, is just seeing their constant clashes as a fucked up dominance fight. Sure, his Jimmy is being a biiiit more violent than they were during Weapon X, but that’s probably because Jimmy has claimed the X-men as pack. Which totally doesn’t chaff him and make him jealous. Not at all. 

They probably had a very emotional break down when they realized who eachother was back during Weapon X.

Just. Vic is the only one who remembers it. Logan doesn’t.”

 This will only be clarified because creed gets his own kit and becomes less interested in being pack with logan. Because normal cubs like remy only get one lifetime. he can make pack with Jimmy later after infinite fights. but remy don't have infinite time. 

Some additional not asked about thoughts because magneto mighttttt use remy to influence creed when he realizes how close the two are. 

-- Sabretooth is sent on mission that was supposed to be him and Remy breaking into a place. But very suddenly Remy is throwing up in the trash can and smelling so sick. Magneto tells him he can take care of Remy after the mission. He's back in 2 hrs for something that should have lasted a day. He completely ignores Logan, and when the other feral tries to fight, creed is snappy and Logan notices the tiny braid in Creeds hair that smells of cub. If Sabretooth has a cub where are they? Are they safe with Sabretooth?? Logan's instincts flare as creed gets gone from the scene.

Logan has to know if creed has a cub. The guy never showed himself as someone who could take care of a cub. Or as someone who could be gentle when the time called for it. And cub with creed might be in danger. Danger that Logan feels he has to prevent, because who else can tell that creed has a kid based on scent markers??

“hes so concerned!!

Victor is clearly run by his instincts if he keeps attacking the one older feral nearby-

what would happen to the kid when they eventually grow too old to be stifled by Victor's instincts???”

When he meets Remy, it's some how  worse. The kid is a good fighter but jittery in any other context with a clear aversion to touch and sniffs. Logan is just trying to figure out how scent and boom the kid is full on distressed. What. Did. Creed. Do.

And thats all the sneak peak into my brain and besties brain. 

[eomayas]

new thing (pt. 6) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f!reader, age gap, established relationship

synopsis: your break with chanyeol lasts longer than expected and you try to make something work.

genre: heavy angst, smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff

warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!! lots of angst and unspoken feelings, swearing, pwp (kinda) p in v, mentions of alcohol and drinking and being drunk

a/n: bruh yall inspired me to writeeee so here you go! i love reading all of your messages omg they’re so funny and sweet! i hope you like this 🩷 thanks for all of the support

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a ‘little while’ turns into 2 weeks. the school year begins within those 14 days, and you throw yourself into your courses, occupying your time with 1 credit classes so you don’t have time to think about anything other than graduating and your education. when you do have a moment to yourself and to think, you force yourself to think of everything but chanyeol. it’s hard, since nearly everything reminds you of him. you’ve thought about texting him but resisted, chickening out at the last second.

it’s a friday night and you have no set plans. seulgi is going out with her boyfriend, so you have the house to yourself and a movie queued up on your laptop. ideally, you’d have someone to spend this quiet friday night in with, but alas. you’ve been single before; you’ll survive a movie night alone.

looking through your cabinets, you sigh at the lack of snack options, and things you want to eat. it’s been awhile since you’ve been shopping, having gotten used to being around somebody who constantly cooked for you, or took you out to eat. it’s the little things about not being with chanyeol that you feel like you took for granted. in this case, it’s grocery shopping.

grabbing your keys and purse, you throw on a sweatshirt before heading out of your apartment and down to your car. you hop in and make the short drive down to the corner store.

a quick glance around the parking lot would’ve told you to stay in your car, but it slips your mind as you’re here for a snack run, not expecting to be here long.

you beeline for the chip aisle, grabbing a bag of chips for yourself and another bag for seulgi. you stay there for a second, scanning a few other options before feeling satisfied and going to the coolers. there, you grab an iced tea and a water before getting ready to close the door, but a voice makes you freeze and stiffen, the door stuck mid-swing in your palm.

“bro, stop fucking around,” you know that voice better than you know your own. you’ve dreamt about it constantly, wishing for it to call on you, to say sweet things to you, like it used to. but now, it’s not yours to even want in that way.

slamming the cooler door, you quickly spin on your heel, racing down the aisle, not paying attention to where you’re going, but knowing that you need to get out. but you slam into a hard body, nearly knocking you backwards. “holy shit!” the man says, quickly turning around and reaching out an arm to steady you. “are you okay?” he asks.

footsteps round the corner, curses flowing from the mouth that belongs to the one you want more than anything, more than these snacks in your arms. “what the fuck did you do now? sorry for my cousin, he’s an id-“ his voice cuts off when he gets closer, stopping a few feet behind jongin. you raise your head, your eyes zeroing in on chanyeol.

“it was my fault,” you mean to say it to jongin, to apologize for not paying attention, but you can’t rip your eyes away from chanyeol. but now you’re apologizing to, technically the wrong person, but they both deserve two different types of apologies. “i wasn’t thinking.” you say, wondering if he can read between the lines and take it as an apology for the end of your relationship.

“he’s an idiot,” chanyeol says, making jongin scoff. there’s that glimmer in his eyes, the one that doesn’t fail to make you smile every time, but now you hold it back. you almost forget jongins there, until he mutters that he’s going to leave you and chanyeol alone.

there’s an awkward silence before chanyeol takes a single step closer to you. “hey,” he says, offering you a small smile. your heart hammers wildly in your chest, feeling like it’s going to crack through your bones and beat right out of your chest. “how’ve you been?” he asks, his voice softer than usual.

“fine. and you?” it’s like making small talk with somebody in an elevator; it’s terrible. you want to scream and run out of here, but you’re rooted to the floor and don’t trust your legs. you wonder if he can see your trembling hands, or if the snacks in them are doing enough to obscure their shaking.

“i’m good!” he says, and he sounds like he means it. it breaks your heart again, because there’s been countless nights where you’ve lain awake with thoughts of him running through your mind. you’re not even to being ‘good’, barely surpassing being ‘fine’.

you mumble a ‘that’s good’, and he says he’s going to go find jongin. “it was nice seeing you, y/n,” and you could call to your knees in tears, because it’s the first time he’s said your name in 14 days and you miss how it sounds coming from him.

“you too,” you squeak. he glances down at your arms full of snacks and gives you a small smile. you’re about to return it until you glance down at his hands, and feel your blood run cold.

chanyeol follows your line of sight to his hands and tries to indiscreetly hide the box of condoms, but you’ve already seen them. he can feel his neck heating up and feels the need to explain himself, that no, he has no intentions of using them soon, but the words don’t find him. your throat burns and your eyes sting, but you manage to not any tears fall, or let your voice give way to what’s happening inside of you when you say, “i’m gonna go,” and speed walk away on shaky legs.

luckily for you, there’s nobody in line at the check. you throw your stuff down on the counter and glance over your shoulder to make sure you don’t see either chanyeol or jongin. you pay as quickly as you got in line, thank the cashier and grab your bag of stuff.

chanyeol and jongin are walking towards the checkout as you’re taking your stuff, and you practically sprint out with how fast you walk and the strides you take.

outside, your eyes come in direct contact with his black corvette and you scream internally, wondering how you missed it when it’s right there, practically in front of the doors and not too far from you own car.

you feel like some sick joke is being played on you, and you throw your stuff into the backseat before speeding out of the parking lot and down the road. you drive half a mile before your eyes start to well up with tears, and drive another 500 kilometers before turning on a random street and pulling over to bawl into your hands.

you allow yourself to let go, to let nasty, ugly sobs from feo within your chest escape. you shake against the steering wheel, wishing you never went out for food you have no appetite for anymore, so that you could avoid seeing him. by the looks of it, he’s truly no longer yours because the two of you rarely, if ever, used condoms. there’s somebody else who’s going to get to experience him in ways that you long for.

when you get back to your apartment, you forego your movie plans and instead text some friends and ask if they’re busy. they tell you they are, that they’re going out (like most people you know), and ask if you want to come. you don’t hesitate to say ‘yes’, and start getting ready. chanyeol isn’t going to ruin your night, and you’re not going to sit here and mope and be single.

nearly two hours later, you’re ready and your friends wait for you downstairs. you wear the littlest black dress you own, one that barely covers your ass and is backless. it’s cowl neck is low, showing a good amount of cleavage, and your heels are high. you don’t intend to go home with somebody, but you plan to get attention in whatever way it comes.

shortly after you get to the club, drinks are practically thrown your way. decent enough men buy you drinks, and in return get a bit of your conversation before you always dismiss yourself to your friends. every time a man comes up to you, you make a mental list of every way he is not chanyeol, comparing everything down to their finger nails. of course, no man is going to compare to him, at least for now, so you drink until you start to forget what he looks like with your eyes closed.

you do cut yourself off, though, not wanting to vomit all over everything and everybody in this club. you take a seat in your section and go on your phone, checking your instagram to see all the photos and videos you’ve been tagged in tonight. you repost all of them to you stories, smiling as you type out silly captions for all of them.

one of your friends comes over to you, drunk and slurring as she tells you to come dance. you abandon your phone and get into the circle with your friends, dancing sensually with whatever the DJ decides to play.

by the time you call it quits for the night, you’ve sobered up enough to make it safely into your apartment. you stumble down the hallway to your bedroom as quietly as you can walking in heels on wood floors, and fall onto your bed. you lie there for a moment before you remember to wake yourself up and at least take your shoes off so you can go to bed.

plugging your phone into the charger, you look at your screen and see you have an instagram dm from chanyeol. your stomach flips as you unlock your phone and click on the notification, biting your bottom lip.

he’s replied to a video on your story, one of you dancing. but you’re not dancing alone, you’re dancing on a man, his hands holding onto your hips and lower back as you throw your ass on him. you don’t remember doing this, and the man doesn’t look familiar but it definitely happened.

real_pcy: so this is what we’re doing now?

11:53pm

you: we’re not together.

1:31am

real_pcy: lmao alright.

1:35am

you wake up hours later with a raging headache, a terrible taste in your mouth, and the feeling that you did something bad. you pat the bed next to you to make sure there’s nobody there, and sigh in relief when it’s empty and just pillows.

you can barely remember anything that happened after you got in the uber to the club and before you got into your bed. you remember bits and pieces, but they’re muddled and incomplete.

a frown takes over your features as you try to remember, but nothing solid comes to mind. you glance over at your digital clock that reads 12:12pm, and sigh, sitting up and groaning when your head feels like somebody is stomping on it.

grabbing your phone, you gasp and let it slip out of your grasp. it’s a bad idea to scramble out of bed to get it, but you do anyway and pick it up from the floor. you frantically open it and go to your messages, expecting to see chanyeols name at the top, but you don’t. you frown again as you try to remember where you messaged him, or if you made it up.

an instagram notification pings on your phone like a lightbulb going off in your brain, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you check your dms. again, his account isn’t at the top, and your frown turns into a scowl. “what the fuck?” you mutter. you go to the search tab and type in his username. it pops up, but when you click on it, it says ‘follow’, rather than ‘following’ like it should.

your brain rolls around in your skull as you realize what’s happened, what he’s done. even during your little break, you guys remained mutuals on social media. of course, you never messaged each other, but no blocking transpired. clearly, he made the first move and removed you from his account entirely, making you an outsider.

you decide to do one better, and block him completely. you block him everywhere else, but hesitaste on his number. that’s different, feels more personal. you still want him to have access to you and vice versa, assuming he didn’t block you first.

backing out of his contact, you leave his number untouched and sigh. if you thought it was over before, it truly is now.

fourteen days turns into twenty-six, but you’re not counting. it’s been school, school, school, for you, and if you’re not on campus then you’re most likely asleep, unless it’s the weekend. you find things to occupy your two days off, like doing things with seulgi when she’s not with her boyfriend, or taking yourself out. you’ve been getting your hair done lately, wanting to change something in your control.

you drain the last of your coffee and rinse out the mug in the sink. an unfolded bag of laundry waits to be put away, on the couch, and you saunter over to it and pick it up and take it to your room.

you dump the bag onto your bed and start separating your clothes into piles. you get into a zone until you pick up a tshirt that is far too big and not yours, and purse your lips. you toss it into its own pile and search for the rest of the clothes in the pile that belong to him, which is a lot more than you care to admit.

folding everything neatly, you snap a picture and open your messages with him. your stomach roils at the thought of texting him, your last messages being nearly a month ago, from the night you ruined everything.

you chew on your bottom lip for a while before saying ‘fuck it’ and sending him the picture of his folded clothes and a message.

yn: hey these are yours. can i drop them off later?

chanyeol: yep. i can give you your things too. does 4 work?

yn: yes

chanyeol: see you later

you blow out a breath. you didn’t think he would respond so quickly and be so complying. had it been the other way around, you would’ve hoped he’d ship you your stuff in the mail so you didn’t have to deal with him. but now you have 6 hours to stress about seeing him since that fateful day at the drug store.

and those six hours roll around quickly, so quickly that you’ve changed your outfit twice, unsure of what you should look like when you see him. you decide on jeans and black cropped tshirt, and some sneakers. you figure it’s a regular enough outfit, and stuff his clothes into a tote bag before leaving your room.

“i’ll be back,” you say to seulgi, who sits on the couch, painting her nails. she looks up and waves, her eyes traveling to the full bag in your hands. “dropping off some stuff to chanyeol.” you clarify.

she raises an eyebrow. “you’re dropping off stuff?” she questions. you nod and her eyebrow manages to go up higher. “you sure that’s all?” she says, almost like she can see right through you, and the fact that you put on a matching set underneath your clothes—just in case.

“and i’m picking up my stuff,” you manage, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“do you plan to go inside?” she asks, and you hate this interrogation, but she’s seen you mope for nearly a month over him. you shrug and she sighs, going back to her nails. “just be… careful. i’ll call if i get worried, you know.”

you smile a small smile at her words. “i know. bye,” you leave after that and head down to you car. you take a deep breath before you put the key in the ignition, feeling many things at once. your stomach flips wildly and your hands are clammy at the mere thought of going to his house to see him.

you drive too fast for somebody who is supposedly just going to drop off items to their ex. you really shouldn’t be this… energized at seeing him, since you two didn’t exactly end on good terms. you told him to get out the first time and the second time you solidified that you’re both single. sometimes you wish you could bite your tongue more.

his neighborhood comes into view quickly, and when you hook the left onto his street your heart leaps into your throat. you drive slow down to his house and parallel park you car on the curb in front of his mailbox. this is one of the few times you’ve been here alone to see him, your toyota looking out of place in a neighborhood where the average car owned is a mercedes.

getting out, you grabs the bag of clothes and hold it tightly in your hands, taking ginger steps up his driveway to his door. you suck in a breath when you knock three times, and clutch the bag to your midsection.

the door swings open and you feel your knees buckle when you see chanyeol. mild shock passes on his face like he forgot you were coming over, and then he checks his watch. “hey, sorry i lost track of time,” he says, awkwardly standing in the door way. he looks at you, eyes quickly giving you a once over before they land on the bag in your hands. “shit, let me grab your stuff. do you want to come in?” he asks, already moving out of the way before you have the chance to respond.

your feet take you into his house before your brain can process what’s really happening. “i’ll be right back,” he says, jogging up his stairs while you stay in place in the corridor. you peek your head out to look in the living room to note any major changes and see one. you feel like there may be something different about his kitchen, but he’s already bounding back down the stairs when you think about looking. “here you go.” he says, extending the clothes to you.

you pull open the tote bag and try to grab his clothes, but the bag isn’t wide enough so they fall back in, most of them unfolding. chanyeol takes the bag from you and holds it open so you can grab them easily. it’s not even been 5 minutes, and you’re already embarrassing yourself.

“sorry,” you cringe when you hand him his unfolded clothes before you put your own in the bag.

chanyeol gives you a small, reassuring smile that makes your pulse skyrocket and you avert your eyes. “it’s fine,” he says but it only makes you flush more. “how are you? how’s school?” he asks.

“uh, fine and fine. i’m taking bullshit classes for the credit, so,” you say, shrugging. “you?”

chanyeol shrugs too, a small smile still on his face. “same old stuff; i’m helping kai produce some songs, getting sehun in the studio more now,” he says. you nod awkwardly look around, not really knowing what to say. chanyeol leans against the wall and slots his clothes underneath his armpit and presses it to his side so they don’t fall. “you seeing anybody?” he asks suddenly, making your eyes snap up to him, narrowing immediately.

“is that really any of your business?” you question, defense all in your voice. chanyeol shrugs, as it to say ‘i’m just asking’. “we’re not together.”

“obviously not,” he laughs, but he doesn’t find it funny. it actually makes him mildly sick to be reminded of it, for it to be said out loud by you of all people, because he had every intention of coming back to you until you seemingly called it quits for good. “but i saw that video.” chanyeol adds, his tone more serious.

“and i saw you buying condoms,” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

“okay, but you’ve never danced with me like that,” he says, a hint of jealousy in his voice that you are definitely not imagining. you scoff at his words and shake your head.

“we’ve never gone out together, and the one time we happened to be out at the same time, we’d just met and then fucked in your car.”

chanyeol gives you a look that makes your face fall, one that makes you want to ball your hands into fists. he rubs underneath his lip and glances down at his feet. “what?” you ask, daring him to say what’s on his mind.

“nothing,” he says, brushing you off. you stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to look at you but he doesn’t.

“i’m not like that,” you say, frowning.

“i know,” he lifts his eyes to you and your draw your bottom lip in. it’s gets silent again, and you wonder if this is a good moment for you to make your escape, but you don’t really want to.

“are you seeing anybody?”

“no,” his response sounds honest, but you don’t completely believe it because of what you saw.

“i saw you buying condoms, chanyeol,” you say, pressing your lips together. he rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair.

“yeah, because i plan to practice safe sex in the future, y/n—whether that’s with you, or with somebody else,” your cheeks flush at his words and a knot forms in your stomach. you don’t know whether to be semi flattered, or gutted knowing that there will be others after you, like there were before you.

“well, we’re not having sex,” you declare, and chanyeol shrugs.

“that’s fine.”

it’s fine, but somehow you end up face-down-ass-up on his bed, his palm pressing on your tailbone to give you a deeper arch as he pounds into you. with every thrust into you, a desperate mewl leaves your mouth.

chanyeol has a right grip on your hips to keep you in place every time you try to run away from him. he yanks you back and tells you to stay with him, to take it because he knows you can, and you’re not used to me anymore? you only cry out his name in response, tears prickling in your eyes.

“fuck,” he spits when his shirt keeps getting in the way of seeing where you to connect, whenever he pushes into to you. his momentum barely falters as he puts the hem in between his teeth to keep the material out of the way. both of you aren’t even fully undressed, that’s how rushed it was; you’re still in your top and thong, the tiny material being pushed aside so he can enter you, and him his tshirt. it’s the first time—other than the night you met—that neither of you are fully bare, and you can’t tell if that’s a sign that he doesn’t deem you worthy of getting undressed, or if it’s a sign that you’re about to start over.

it’s also one of the few times he’s started with doggy first. chanyeol alwyas liked to look at you; always liked you on top of him or under him, but he liked to see your face the most. you don’t know if it’s a slight that he has you turned away from him, or if he just wanted to watch your ass move.

“ch-chanyeol—fuck!” tears stream down your cheeks and you grip the sheets tightly, trying to pull your body away from him but he yanks you back in place. you cry out his name and hate how desperate you sound, like you’ve never been fucked a day in your life. you bury your face into a pillow, but he rips that away from you too.

“wan’ hear you,” he mumbles, continuing to slam into you. you can only curse and clench around him in response, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter as he goes on with his mission to touch your spleen (at least that’s what it feels like).

“g-gonna c-cum,” you hiccup, whining out his name when he snakes an arm around your front and starts flicking on your clit. the stimulation makes you clench your eyes shut and tense around him, gasping before crying out his name as you gush all over him.

you expect him to stop, but he fucks you through it, never stopping his ministrations on your clit. “please, yeol!” you beg, feeling your legs start to shake as another wave of deep pleasure comes over you.

“you can do it, baby,” he grunts, running a hand up your back before gently pressing down on your spine. the pet name makes you whine dramatically and release once again, white liquid running down your thighs.

he finally pulls out when you beg him again, feeling too hot and overstimulated. you crumple onto the bed and roll onto your back, trying to regain your breath. you hear chanyeol shift next to you and then he taps you on the knee. “you alright?” he asks.

“give me a minute,” you croak, licking your dry lips. your body feels like you’re running a fever, and you sit up to pull off your top before flopping back down.

chanyeol gives you a literal minute before tapping you again. “are you gonna be okay?”

“yes, i’m just so fucking hot right now,” you say, blowing air into your face.

“you wanna take a break?” he asks and you crack an eye open to look at him. his shirt is off and his dick is still hard in the condom. you take his comment as a challenge, being that he’s never asked if you’ve needed a break before. maybe he thinks you can’t handle it and have gone soft on him, but you’ll show him otherwise.

“no. come here,” you say with authority. he obliged and crawls on top of you. you pull him down to your mouth and make out with him, hooking a leg over his back. chanyeol kisses down your jaw and to your neck before kissing down through the valley of your breasts. he pulls back and looks down at you, pulling at your bra strap and letting it snap back against you.

“you’re matching,” he comments, glancing down at your underwear. busted.

“so?” you say, reaching for him.

“you said we weren’t having sex,” chanyeol points out, making you let out an exasperated sigh paired with an eye roll. “you wore a thong.”

“i always wear thongs.”

“and we always fuck.”

you roll your eyes again and sit up to take your bra off, tossing it close to his head on purpose. “just shut up and fuck me,” you say, pushing down your underwear. chanyeol pulls it down the rest of the way for you and wastes no more time positioning himself in between your legs.

“y/n,” he groans when he pushes in, tossing his head back. you mouth falls open and you let out s few breathless pants. “shit.” he grunts, looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows. you can only stare up at him with wide eyes, clenching right around him like he didn’t just fuck you so hard you felt like you needed an ice bath to recover.

chanyeol pulls in and out of you slowly, trying to hold back from coming too soon. you can see it in his face, the concentration, and it clicks for you. he can’t handle looking at you while he fucks you because he’ll finish too fast. your sex in the past was never quick, but the effort of restraint he’s putting in is something you haven’t seen.

“y-yeol,” you moan, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. but he just presses against your lips, his breath fanning your mouth. “faster.” you mumble, tangling a hand in his hair.

he whimpers and pushes himself up on his arms and speeds up just enough to keep himself under control, but you still want more. “more,” you urge, wanting to watch him fall apart because of you, even if you don’t get off before or with him.

“baby,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he gives you what you ask for. your cry out his name and part your legs wider for him. you lift one onto his shoulder and hook it around the nape of his neck to pull him closer to you, a grunt leaving his lips. “y-y/n, im c-close,” he whimpers, holding onto your thigh that rests near his head.

“yeolie, you feel so good,” you manage, grabbing a handful of the sheets. his hips stutter and he lets out a groan before he cums, his muscles flexing.

you almost smile as he falls apart on top of you, especially knowing that it took looking at you to get there faster.

chanyeol pulls out of you and drops down onto the bed next to you. his chest heaves up and down rapidly and you push hair back from his forehead. “you didn’t come,” he mumbles, reaching out and putting a hand on your stomach.

“no,” you admit. ever the gentleman, he gets up and discards the condom before settling his face in between your legs to return the favor.

after what feels like an eternity, you two decide to give it a rest. “shower?” he asks you, sitting up on the bed. you nod, your inner thighs sticky from all of your shenanigans.

you follow chanyeol to the bathroom on shaky legs and latch yourself onto him once you’re under the water. your arms wrap around his middle and you rest your head against his chest, sighing into him. chanyeol places a kiss on your forehead and you nearly whimper, missing the domesticity of it all.

you two wash up and then he gives you some of his clothes to wear. you smile to yourself at him knowing that you weren’t going to leave so soon. he tells you he’s going to order takeout, since he doesn’t feel like cooking, and passes you his phone to choose what you want to eat.

it’s easy to fall into that old rhythm like no time has passed, and like you didn’t let this whole thing crumble right before you.

while you wait for the food, you ride him on the couch, and then after you eat he fucks you lazily on the counter. your body feels beat up and tired in the best way, and the familiar limp you start to walk with feels good again.

you wake up to the smell of food, your limbs sore as you stretch. the bed is empty next to you, and it takes you a moment to realize that this isn’t your bed or your house. the realization makes you bite your lip, and you slip out of his bed and make your way downstairs.

“good morning,” he greets when you walk into the kitchen, a smile on his face. you return it and he pulls you into him, placing a kiss on your lips that leaves you feeling dizzy and slightly confused, but you don’t say anything. instead, you accept the plate of food he hands you and go sit down at the table.

chanyeol sits down beside you and pulls your legs across his lap, and your fork stills in midair. it’s all overwhelmingly familiar, and you still have yet to discuss where your relationship stands after last night. it wasn’t just sex for you��it never is with chanyeol—and you don’t know if he feels the same way.

you let him talk through breakfast, your mind swimming with thoughts that wonder what this all means. you don’t know if he was just testing you out again, but you don’t think he’d allow you to sleep over, and then cook you breakfast in the morning. you feel lightheaded, like you just got flipped upside down one too many times.

“you alright? what’s on your mind?” his voice takes you out of your head where you feel yourself drowning. he raises his eyebrows at you and you wave your hands in the air vaguely.

“just… thinking,” you try.

“about?”

you let out a breath and scratch the back of your head, pulling your gaze away from him. “um, us,” you say. chanyeol sits back in his seat and clears his throat. “i dont… what does this mean for us? what are we?” you ask helplessy, finally looking at him. chanyeol opens his mouth but closes it almost as quickly.

“i dont know,” he answers. you slump in your chair because you have no idea either.

“well, what do you want?”

you can see the gears turning in his brain and him weighing each response. the tension builds in the room as you stare at him, waiting for his answer to see if it’ll align with yours. “well… i dont really know if i want a relationship right now,” your stomach drops and you blink once, twice. “i like what we did last night, though.” and without actually saying it, he wants you two to be friends with benefits. he wants you, but not all of the extra baggage.

“okay,” you say, discreetly wiping your face and swiping away the tears pooling in your eyes.

“yeah?” he asks, and you nod even though it’s far from what you want. you just want him, and you’ll take what you can get.

you hold back tears as he fucks you on his bed again, but not because it feels so good and like too much at the same time, but because he’s stomping on your heart and doesn’t even realize it. your heart can’t handle a FWBs situation with him since you’re already way into deep with him.

it becomes too much as you think about it, your mind not in the present moment of him thrusting into you. the tears start to fall, one by one, until you’re full on sobbing and covering your face. “w-what’s wrong? am i hurting you?”

“yes!” you cry, and he immediately gets off of you. you roll away from him and curl yourself into a ball, feeling disgusted with yourself that you were willing to let him use you in such a way, dangling your heart on a string in front of you.

“y/n, talk to me,” chanyeol says, putting a hand on your shoulder. you shrug him off like you did during your initial break up, and he feels like he’s getting deja vu again. “please, y/n. talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” his voice is full of concern because he knows there’s something else that’s really upsetting you.

“i cant do it,” you know you’ll probably lose him for good, but you’re willing to take that risk if you can’t have him the way that you want. you want him next to you in the mornings and calling you in the middle of his day. you don’t want to be a late night though, a booty call, to him. “i just can’t do it.”

chanyeol knows that you’re talking about your little agreement. he knew you’d end up backing out at some point, because he himself can’t even take it that seriously. he knows he’ll just wind up with feelings for you again since they never left.

“that’s okay,” he says, and he means it. your heart is heavy as you sit up and look over at him. chanyeols heart breaks to pieces when he looks into your eyes, feeling guilty for what he’s done. if only he could just confess and be honest about his feelings this time.

your goodbye is quiet and awful, and you feel like digging a hole and putting yourself in it the entire time. you leave feeling empty and hollow, and like you just got ran over by an eighteen wheeler. but hey, at least it wasn’t your fault this time.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

SWORDTEMBER '24, DAY 7: FLOW

{Late because I got a terrible migraine out of the blue yesterday. Very happy with this one, and it references not only one of my main OCs, but the overarching plot of one of my original stories. Please enjoy!} -----

Item ID: 6O-2407 Item Name: Timekeeper’s Cutlass Category: ERROR://CLASSIFICATION INVALID://MANUAL USER INPUT: ARTIFACT Origin Point: Time Immemorial, Voided Owner: ■■■ ■■■■■■■■ (C), Triampheus ■■■■■■■■ (O) Description: A blade of a traditional Earthen design, reminiscent of the age of pirates. Approximately ■■ cm length, with a ■■ cm handle, ■■ cm at the widest point. Samples taken from the blade, hilt, and the guard overloaded the analysis unit. Scans were inconclusive upon repeated testing. Visual assessment indicates the item is most likely made from seaglass and driftwood. In place of a central fuller, there is a hollow middle filled with grains of sand, endlessly shifting from one end to the other, chased by a slow moving strand of water. An hourglass is carved into the bottom of the hilt. If alone with the item, one will hear the sound of rushing water (this sound is not picked up by any recording devices). Touching the item with bare skin induces hallucinations based on whoever previously touched it, regardless of whether or not one has met the previous individual. Cataloger’s Notes: I’m not bothering with any pretenses today. Truth of the matter is that we never should have gotten hold of this, I want nothing to do with it, and nobody is ever going to read this file other than myself (and even then, it will only be as a reminder to myself). As soon as I’m done recording these notes, this item is getting handed off to people far more qualified than myself. Every other record of this item will be wiped from FPA systems, even the backup servers. Nobody needs to know we had our hands on an artifact of this importance… nor do they need to know we unwittingly used it. May the Ancients forgive my sins, and the sins of my partner. We did not know. ERROR://FILE NOT UPLOADED TO PRIMARY SERVER://ERROR://PLEASE SYNC LOCAL FILES WITH CLOUD://ERROR://FILE SYNC CANCELED BY USER C.DELA://

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Cynthia should have known better. By now, she’s catalogued over a thousand items in the span of a decade, from weapons to ancient art, from contraband pharmaceuticals to exotic pets. On three occasions she has encountered items known as artifacts: Relics, both old and new, infused with terrible power. Each one has only briefly been held by the FPA, before being swiftly taken to those with higher authority. But even a minute in the presence of an artifact can change one’s life.

The Timekeeper’s Cutlass is not as obvious of an artifact as most. Whoever tried to mail it must not have known what it was, and those who handled it in between must have worn gloves. As soon as Cynthia was alone with the item, she felt its power, and heard the sea-song in the air. She knew, then, what thing lay on her desk. It was the first time she had ever been this close to an artifact, and her heart raced at the prospect of cataloging such a find. Who could blame her?

She did not forsake her duties, did not set out to play with it. Immediately, she made the proper phone calls, arranged the item’s retrieval first. Only then did she set out to log the details, knowing sooner or later Naomi would be stopping by to take her out for dinner. That was her excuse, maybe, that she’d only work until being interrupted. A foolish thought.

Artifacts set the time of all who touch them.

It only takes a single touch of her bare skin against the seaglass to “activate” the item. An accidental brush of her wrist against the material, a microsecond of contact, and Cynthia is no longer in her office. Now she is falling, falling, flying until she is in another body entirely, seeing through another’s eyes. Feeling what they feel. Voices whisper in her ears, overlapping until one word becomes clear: Triampheus. A Goddess, for one, but a common enough name among worshippers. Once the voices cut off, suddenly, Cynthia is free to witness glimpses into the life of another.

There is war. Long did it brew, across countless planets, at last stirred up by the atrocities of a few madmen. Flashes of combat, of death, a mentor laid to rest when a truce is broken. Rage. Sorrow. Desperation in the hearts of the viewpoint. It has to end. They will end it. Threats are made, are ignored, a display of power is taken too far. An entire planet held between their hands. One last warning, time for innocents to evacuate. Finally they are taken seriously.

But their control is not strong enough. They never wanted it to end this way. Blood from their eyes, their nose, their ears. Too much power- a Goddess channeled in mortal flesh. Either they break or the planet does, there is no letting go. The choice is made for them… and an entire world collapses in on itself. There is no more war, not anymore.

There is only a manhunt.

“Cynthia, please, please wake up,” Naomi’s voice cuts through the end of the vision, breaks away from what might be the future, draws her back into her body. Instantly she’s all but throwing herself into her girlfriend’s arms, pressing her face against Naomi’s neck and sobbing. There are no words to describe what she has seen.

“Don’t- don’t touch the sword,” Cynthia chokes out between sobs. For a moment there’s no sound other than her crying, Naomi going stiff. Was it too early in their relationship for this level of intensity? A few months was hardly enough time for Naomi to grow accustomed to the sort of things Cynthia has to inspect, but surely- her anxious thoughts are cut off by a gentle kiss to the forehead.

“I… I touched it. And I think- I hope- that we didn’t see the same thing. Because I… I really liked what I saw,” Naomi admits, in a reassuring whisper. One hand rubs gentle circles into Cynthia’s back as they sit together, and soon enough the crying slows, then stops. Finally, the archivist pulls back just far enough to look up with questioning eyes. Her curiosity overwhelms. “Telling you what I saw… I’m worried that it might change things. If… if that is the future. So, please, let me say no more than that there will be boundless joy. You will be safe, and happy, and you won’t be alone.”

Nothing could fully soothe Cynthia, not yet, but the words bring her a sense of hope. She may have dreamed of a stranger’s war, but Naomi had dreamed of the life that would come after. A life that would be shared with her.

[pt2change]

most beautiful someone — park jihyo

pairing: park jihyo x reader

genre: gf!jihyo, insecurties, jihyo thinks youre the most beautiful person ever

word count: 1, 392

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you’re about to fall asleep on the couch when you hear the door slam

it startles you completely awake, and you sit up straight rubbing your eyes

you blink a couple of times to better your vision

and that’s when you see jihyo, your girlfriend, standing in front of you

and she looks just as tired as you are

her makeup slightly smudged, her hair pulled back into a ponytail

and she was wearing your gray sweater, you noticed how it was falling off her shoulder

like if she had put it on in rush, not caring how it looked

despite it all, jihyo smiles at you

her entire face lights up, “hi”

she takes off her purse and shoes, leaving them by the entrance, and walks over to sit on the couch instead

she raises her legs from the ground to place them on your lap

“i tell you all the time, you don’t have to wait up for me. it’s okay if you’re asleep when i get home.”

“yeah, but i’ll wait for you every night” you respond, running your hand up and down her thigh, “so save your breath, jihyo. i want to see you before i close my eyes at night”

jihyo grins, before leaning over and placing a greedy kiss on your lips

to be honest, you’re not sure if it’s going any further than that —

(which is okay!!!!)

(you’re so exhausted that you’re pretty sure there’s a possibility you’ll fall asleep if you and jihyo had sex right now)

still, you let yourself relax and enjoy the moment with jihyo

when you pull apart, jihyo takes her sweater off and rubs her eyes, smudging her makeup even more

she still has her blouse tucked into her pants and she removes the lanyard with her work ID from around her neck

“our new interns started today and 3 of them asked for my number” she says casually, her fingers trailing delicately up and down your arm

you raise your eyebrow, “hmm, were any of them attractive? did you do it?”

jihyo giggles softly, “no… and no. you know i’m all yours”

it wasn’t the first time jihyo had gotten hit on by her coworkers or interns that came in and out of the office

you smile at her in response, jihyo keeps tracing your arm up and down and the other one resting around your shoulders

and jihyo thinks she’s never been happier than when you two are close together like this

you two sit in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before you speak up

“i can’t say a blame them, jihyo” you tease her

you move your hand up higher on her thigh to prove a point, “you’re kinda hot.”

jihyo smirks, “mmm, i could say the same thing about you”

she’s teasing you, seeing how this will play out, but in all honesty it just confuses you

you’re wearing flannel pajama pants that are too large and the famous i love ny shirt jihyo had brought back for you

you begin to start making a mental list of insecurities that are flowing out of your brain

it’s not even worth comparing yourself with jihyo, she’s like some goddess designed to strike the hearts of anyone who so much just looks at her

you can’t help but laugh before you even try to convince yourself that you and jihyo are in the same league

“yeah, right” you say shaking your head lightly, “come on, let’s go to bed”

jihyo pouts, “in a minute.”

then her voice starts to get soft, but serious, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

when you look at her, jihyo’s eyebrows are furrowed into a frown almost

but you don’t get the hint, “what? let’s go to bed?”

you chuckle and play along, “it’s when people are tired and lay down in bed and close their eyes to sleep, we should really try it-“

“no, y/n,” jihyo cuts you off, “why did you laugh after i called you hot? i was flirting with you, it wasn't a joke”

Oh….

you shift in your seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, you shrug “well i mean, i know you like me but we’re not exactly on the same level.”

you sigh, “you have so many people lining up at your door, meanwhile i’m sure if i shaved my head, people would think i was a 12 year old boy” you chuckle, trying to ease whatever was in the air

jihyo’s mouth hangs slightly open, “how could you even say that, y/n?”

she removes her legs from your lap and scoots closer to you

“i’m just not pretty pretty-” you say, fiddling with a loose thread from your pants

you continue, “it’s not that big of a deal to me, jihyo. especially with the sisters i grew up, it was just obvious. and- and now with you- it just. it doesn’t matter to me”

you aren’t sure why you’re stuttering or why the words are difficult to come out of your mouth.

because truly, it doesn’t matter nor does it bother you.

it’s not like you ever wanted anyone’s attention — well, anyone that isn’t jihyo

and jihyo wants you all to herself, so it works out perfectly.

“y/n,” jihyo says softly, she climbs into your lap, straddling your legs, her face is only inches away from yours

she wraps her arms around your shoulders, “you are so fucking gorgeous, y/n. i swear i can’t ever seem to keep my eyes off of you. it’s dangerous even.”

she tucks your hair behind your ear, “like i’ll be making breakfast and you’ll walk around in your underwear, and i keep my eyes on you for so long that i almost end up burning the whole place down.”

she pauses for a second, “nayeon will tease me about it too because she says i look like i’m drunk the second i even just glance over at you”

“yeah but that’s because we’re together” you say quietly, struggling to look at jihyo in the eyes, when your faces are just inches apart

“it’s not like anyone else would want me, and i don’t care, jihyo. i just want you.”

you add that quickly at the end to reassure jihyo, but she just roll her eyes

“oh my god, y/n, you are so much work,” she begins “your face is perfect, your body is perfect, you’re perfect. and i love you just the way you are, y/n. and you’re so incredibly hot.”

she nods her head, “i’m not the only one who thinks so either. remember when we went to my friends wedding?”

you nod your head in response, and jihyo continues, “one of the groomsmen came up to me told me he thought you were sexy and asked me for your number! or this other time we were walking around the city, and you had on those shorts that make your ass look so good, and some guy kept staring. i swear i almost cussed him out right then and there!”

jihyo sighs in relief, “anyone who doesn’t think you’re attractive is crazy, y/n. if anything you look like you came out of a fairytale.”

wow…..

and suddenly you’re so overwhelmed with emotion that you feel like you can’t breathe

jihyo’s looking at you with so much admiration in her eyes

you places your hands on her hips and give them a light squeeze, “okay.” you respond softly

“okay?”

you nod your head, “if you say i’m beautiful, then i am.”

jihyo smiles at you, “you’re more than just beautiful.”

you nod your head again, grinning at jihyo

jihyo bring your face closer to hers and gives you a kiss on your lips

“can we go to bed now?” you ask her and she giggles in disbelief

“fine” she responds, getting up from your lap and grabs a hold of your hand to so she can help you up

“y/n, i should warn you, i don’t think i’m that tired anymore.”

“oh, is that right?” you respond, letting jihyo pull you up

once you're up it’s not long before jihyo stands closer to you

she starts lifting the bottom of your shirt up, “yeah, so why don’t you let me show you just how much you drive me crazy”