#it's definitely at least two people right?

[alexseanchai]

[image: 2025 May 9 skeet by daverson.bsky.social: "i read on r/massachusetts this morning that a boston resident noticed ICE activity in his neighborhood. he called 911 and reported several armed men without identification were in unmarked cars in the area. BPD sent a SWAT team and ICE booked it. 🤣🤣🤣" reply by 0x0ada.bsky.social: "This is how we need to respond, every time. Say that they have tattoos too. weaponize the police state against itself."]

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I agree it's most likely not something that happened as described, assuming it happened at all. But also possibly it got telephone-gamed from something that did actually happen, just not entirely as described. If so, my best guess is there was more than one call to Worcester police—cities that are less than an hour apart by train are functionally the same city, right?—with ICE leaving because the police arrived, not because they were fleeing the cops called on the crime in progress, but to get out from under foot after handing over control of the scene:

because if I'm right about which incident, then ICE called local police themselves

That said, there is definitely at least some telephone game involved, because here's more of that skeet thread, in which OP, when asked earlier today for a link to the post OP saw, replies:

i'll try to find it, but i'm not even passing on reddit crap about ICE anymore because virtually all of it has turned out to be hearsay & rumor. i think at least some of it is active disinformation.

crossposting here bc this tactic needs to spread like wildfire

[juicykvnture]

ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

camboy!DickGrayson x fem!reader

tags: AFAB reader, only a HINT of plot, mutual masturbation, phone sex, webcam use, praise kink, mild degradation, nicknames (angel/baby), college AU

a/n: GULP

wc: 3k | Masterlist

DESPERATE SLUTS IN YOUR AREA - the pop-up ads on your laptop are mocking you, you swear.

Girl, you know there are desperate sluts in your area, you own a mirror.

Well.. It’s somewhere down the bottom of a moving box, tossed in a van along with basically everything you own and all hopes of entertaining yourself.

Okay, well you could get started on the pile of college assignments you’re yet to start and the content you need to familiarise yourself with.

But be serious, you’d rather familiarise yourself with some guy to bang you right about now - but we can’t all get what we want, can we?

Your roommate isn’t even moving in until tomorrow, so that’s a plus at least. You’ve got the dorm room to yourself.

It’s how you ended up scrolling for the last half hour, your underwear tugged halfway down your thighs as your half lidded eyes scan the glow of the laptop screen before you.

You gave up on the hub a long time ago, if you wanna get off to something, you’d honestly rather be sure it’s at least ethical, yknow?

To your dismay, every author you follow on tumblr hasn’t updated in a solid week, Twitter is a fucking minefield for hell knows what and you swear you’d end up arguing with someone in a thread before you’d find something you’d actually enjoy.

You rub some mascara out of your eyes, your lashes fluttering open slightly. You can only pray you don’t look like a raccoon right now, just in case your wishes did in fact come true and some guy is just gonna magically appear between your legs to actually fuck you.

You’re not sure why, but eventually you find a link that catches your eye.

It’s one of those cam-chat sites, the ones that claim to match you with people within a couple mile radius of you.

You’re hesitant at first, but they’re not asking you for your credit card information, so honestly, What the fuck have you got to lose?

It’s seen better days definitely, by the looks of things it probably hasn’t been updated since like 2007.

But hey, fuck it. Even if it’s literally just some bot or a dude at a call center, at least you won’t feel as bad. It’s not like you’ll ever meet this stranger in real life anyway, you literally have nothing to lose but an ounce or two of your dignity and self respect.

Eh, you’ve done worse.

ENTER USERNAME

Okay, no point using your name. You’d swear you’d have a heart attack if someone you knew somehow found this shit.

You pause for a second, glancing around for inspiration, your room key on your nightstand, dorm 444.

@444ANGEL

Cliche, you’ll live.

ENTER RANDOM CHAT

Straight to the point, alright.

MATCHED WITH - @BLUUDHAVEN

Desperate sluts in Blüdhaven too apparently? Ain't too far - Ain't too close either though. See you could run into him downtown, but you don't leave your dorm, be serious.

@BLUUDHAVEN: u up?

You blink, staring at your screen. What the fuck is this, Snapchat?

@BLUUDHAVEN: that was awful I’m sorry :p

That stupid little face at the end earns a small huff, nice to know someone still respects the art of emoticons over emojis in the big 25.

@444ANGEL: so.. u come here often?

Girl lock in. This is a porn site, not a bar.

@BLUUDHAVEN: No, actually :)

@BLUUDHAVEN: I do cams sometimes but I’ll be honest I’m literally just here to jerk off :3

“Huh..” you mutter to yourself, at least he’s got a sense of humour?

@444ANGEL: so you’re a slut by trade?

@BLUUDHAVEN: Not by trade, but at heart

@444ANGEL: so how does this work.. are you gonna like whip it out or..

@BLUUDHAVEN: first time I take it? Might be easier on webcam? :p

Okay, logical. You’ll have your hands free!

You’re hesitant for a moment, staring at your laptop. Okay, he doesn’t need to see your face, right? You’re just gonna chat to him for a while.. see where it goes?

You’re fiddling with the Angel wing on your necklace, thinking. Shifting slightly, you sit back against your headboard, your laptop on the mattress.

JOIN WEBCAM

You’re met with him shoving a stack of books off of his desk, one of them eerily similar to the sociology text book you’ve got shoved in a moving box, somewhere between your vibrator and your favourite sweater.

But thats not important right now!

“Hey, Angel.” He says all too quickly, running his fingers through his tousled black hair.

“Who-“ Your eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Your username,” he smiles softly, knowingly, reclining in his desk chair.

Fuck, hes definitely noticed how much of a noob you are now now.

And you’ve noticed he’s definitely shirtless. Zoo-wee-mama! You’ve also noticed some little blue tattoo at the base of his neck. But that’s not here nor there, you know what’s there? His happy trail.

In your defence his hand is right there, thumb hooked in his grey sweats. Where else you meant to look?

“Second thoughts?”

You blink, his words snapping you out of your happy daze.

“Huh? No, no thoughts. Wait, I mean-“

“It’s okay to be nervous, we can take it chill,” he reassures you, never loosing that grin.

“Chill yeah, chill,” downstairs is anything but chill she was very warm in fact.

“Do you want to get more comfortable maybe?”

“Oh, I’ve actually got this really fluffy blanket-“

“I meant take your clothes off, baby,” he looks directly into his webcam, clearly amused as he drums his fingers against his waistband.

You swallow, pressing your thighs together.

Are you seriously about to take your clothes off for a really cute stranger? Yeah, you are.

You can only pray you’re wearing one of your better, slightly cuter bras tonight.

Your fingers curl into the thin fabric of your shirt, bunching the white cotton up and pulling it over your head, hitting the wooden floor with a soft thump.

“Fuck,” He mumbles under his breath, his hands clenching on his knees as he shifts his hips, the grey sweatpants doing little to hide the outline.

You take that as a good reaction, chewing on the insides of your cheeks as you lean back against your headboard.

“Nervous?” He prompts, his hand palming himself over his boxers.

“A little?” You offer a shaky sigh, grateful that he can’t see the embarrassing blush on your face.

“I’ll talk you through it.”

That’s the second time a guy you’ve never fucking met in your whole life has made you irrationally flustered. Fuck, you need to touch grass.

Or yourself, whatever works.

“Sounds good,” you laugh slightly, letting your hand trail along your cleavage, fiddling with the lace.

He nods, “Good.” Ever so subtly, you see his hand start to move, gently trailing his fingers along his bulge.

“Do you want to start slow, trace your nipples for me baby? Can you do that for me Angel?”

You blink for a moment, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip. You find yourself listening to him, offering a small nod as your hand drifts down to lightly trace over the fabric.

“Yeah?” He murmurs, his hips shifting lightly, his fingers tugging at the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

You nod, once again grateful he can’t see your face as your hand moves down lower between your ribcage, pausing for a moment once you get to your stomach, your hand clenching slightly.

He sees your hesitation, tilting his head back slightly as he watches the screen through his dark lashes.

“You okay to keep going?”

He can just barely see you nod again, and his hand brings out his pulls his length from his sweatpants.

“Yeah? Good fucking girl,”

And that’s all you needed to slip your hand beneath the cotton of your panties. “Fucking shit,” all that pent up tension of from all night (morning?), and the general sight of this Blüdhaven guy, making you head lol back against your headboard.

“Christ you sound gorgeous, let me hear you Angel? Please?”

Your heads spinning, you’ve never had to think about how you sound, never thought of the possibility that someone could ever hear you.

But here you are, and he’s all too eager.

With a muttered “fuck,” you nod again, spreading your thighs apart to offer him a better view, your fingers moving in slow circles over your clit under the fabric.

He’s watching you. His gaze fixed on his screen like he’s mesmerised by you, watching your lips part, your lashes flutter, everything about you. You’re not real, no way you are. You’re too fucking pretty and he’s never even met you.

His cock twitches in his hand, and he groans shakily. “So fucking pretty”

You blush, dipping your finger lowers before circling back up. “not so bad yourself,” you try to sound some way put together and he chuckles at your efforts.

“You have me so worked up Angel, and I’ve only seen your pretty tits, Christ. Take off your panties baby, let me see what you like.”

You’re astonished that you don’t even hesitate to use your other hand to slide down the fabric, kicking it to your ankles.

“Fuck baby you look so sweet, look at your screen for me, see how pretty your little cunt is,” your eyes immediately go to the little square in the corner, you’re completely soaked.

“Ain’t that a pretty sight huh baby?”

You flush red at the praise, managing to get a meek “mhm,” out.

“You’re so fucking wet, shit she’s practically glistening for me. So wet over a guy you’ve never met, hmm?”

Fuck, you’re embarrassed now. It’s bad enough that you’ve already had to resort to a fucking chat site, but now you’re getting off on the fact that he’s a total stranger?

“You’re making fun of me,”

“No,” a grin, “It’s cute,”

That has you losing whatever train of thought you had, your head slumping forward for a split second, giving him a glimpse of your hair covering your face before you catch yourself again.

“You pull this shit with all of your girls?”

It’s a weak rebuttal, but you’re not thinking about that, you’re not thinking at all.

“And guys,” he says sliding his thumb along his slit, collecting the bead of pre cum there and dragging it south. His eyes remain on his screen at all times, looking at you through his dark lashes.

“Fuck,” you gasp.

“Articulate,” he cocks his head.

“Shut up and stroke your shit.”

“Well I think we both know how aware you are that I’m stroking my shit, Angel,” his stupid little smirk, a shiver running along your spine.

He’s so fucking infuriating that you have the urge to hop through the screen and choke him, or fuck him - or both.

But that’s a bold claim considering the fact you’re drooling over a stranger, acting like his hands are yours. Wishing for a lot more than his hands.

“Shocked you have customers, your bedside manner isn’t really up to par,” you pause in the middle to let out a contradictory whine.

“Well your pretty pussy seems to be all for a little humiliation don’t think? Fuck I wish I could fuck her right now,” this pussy pronoun using bastard needs to calm down with all these reads.

“Shut up,” your eyes roll back, willing yourself to not cum yet.

“C’mon you can’t tell me you don’t wish I was there with you huh? Touching you, licking you, pounding into your sweet little hole hm?” His pace is getting faster and his palm swirls over his tip on each stroke.

“Shut the fuck up,” she gasps eyes screwed shut, “self involved prick,”

“Oh fuck baby, you talk to me so sweetly, what else am I?” His eyes are locked on the screen, your hand moving, your mouth letting out those desperate, divine sounds.

“Annoying, and arrogant and so fucking hot,” you hope the almost shout you let out is enough to distract him from what you’ve said.

“What was the last one Angel? C’mon let me hear that again,”

“So fucking desperate for someone to tell you you’re hot, huh? That why you whore yourself out on a cam website huh? You’re that thirsty for attention,”

In that moment, it isn’t clear what’s weaker, your dorms internet connection or his self control.

His mouth is agape, sweat-slicked hair clinging to his forehead with his lashes fluttering, fucking himself into his fist like he’s some kind of porn-star (he ain’t far off).

Watching him only makes you go harder, your hips shaky as you watch his teeth press into his lip, unable to hide the fucking whines he’s letting out if he tried, acting like the cum starting to drip down his knuckles isn’t there, pretending he’s fucking you and not his hand like some loser.

“Fuck, Angel,”

He’s panting, his back arching off of his desk chair as his free hand goes to desperate grip the table, trying to control himself, to last at least another second,

“C’mon, Angel, fuck..”

His words aren’t more than a broken whine, much like yours as your thighs start to tremble, forgetting about your laptop on your bed for a moment.

He doesn’t stop, he can’t. Not until he knows you’re there too, not until he knows for sure that you’re wishing he was there beside you.

“Please, fuck, please cum with me.”

Your resolve snaps, you oblige him. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut and a noise complaint from your neighbours in all directions.

You momentarily black out you think, but when you come back that Blüdhaven guy is leaning back against his chair, head rolled back. He looks like he been put through the tumble dryer a good four times, but looking at the mess in his hands you’d think he had a pretty good time.

“Holy shit,” holy shit, you just had perhaps one of the most phenomenal orgasms of your life, with some guy on the internet and your fingers.

“Hmm,” he practically moans, still in a daze with his head thrown back, this angle making that little tattoo at the base of his neck more visible.

“You alive over there?” You manage to croak out, your heart still slamming in your chest as you let your hand fall by your side, almost wincing at the loss of touch.

“Uh-huh,” His Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat, staring down at his hand and then back up at his screen, a broken grumble leaving him as he nods.

You’re not real, you genuinely have to be some kind of Angel. He’s never met anyone able to put him into such a state.

Well, he hasn’t met you either.

“Angel?” He mumbles breathlessly, praying that the dim light is enough to hide the flush of his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“Leave me your number?”

He swallows,

“Please?”

——————————— ☆ ———————————

“Shit,” you groan into your hand at the sound of knocking on your dorm room door, rubbing a hand over your face.

It’s probably one of those stupid campus committee things going around. You’re not bothered to open the door, they can come back later for all you care.

You can’t get the guy from last night out of your head. You gave him your number under the premise of living on the edge for once in your life. You don’t expect him to call you, you don’t expect to see him like.. ever.

He does this like professionally, you’re just one of his girls - not even.

Another knock to the door disturbs your peace again, the sound of shoes shuffling outside your door.

“Give me a minute!”

You pull on a tank top, fixing your hair in an attempt to look somewhat decent when you inevitably have to open the door and tell these early birds to fuck right off.

You stumble out of your bedroom with a grumble, your socked feet thumping lightly against the creaky flooring.

“Hey, I’m not interest-“

Fuck.

There he is in the fucking flesh, standing at your door with a sheepish smile and a moving box.

You blink, digging your fingers into your palm to snap yourself out of whatever fucked up sex dream you’re having right now, staring at the guy standing in your doorway.

“Hey, this is room 444 yeah? I just got assigned here and I’m fucking lost.” He lets out a soft chuckle, rooting around in his pockets in efforts to show you his own key.

“Yes?” You murmur, the shakiness in your tone doing little to hide how aghast you are.

You have to double check, glancing over him like he’s got three fucking heads. He’s got the messy black hair, the boyish grin, that fucking tattoo at the base of his neck.

“Hey, you alright?”

His words snap you out of it, your nails digging into the doorframe like you’re about to rip the entire thing from its hinges.

“Yeah?”

You’re met with a slightly awkward nod, a far cry from whatever the fuck happened last night.

“Okay, good. I’m sorry I’m early, the train from Blüdhaven is a whole mess.”

You tilt your head, staring at him.

“Shit, my bad. Uhm, name’s Dick, Dick Grayson.” He offers, one hand fumbling to keep the box he has upright, the other now extended towards you.

Those same hands you wish were the ones fucking you last night, fuck, you need to lie down.

“Hey,”

Your words are far fucking shakier than you’d like, but how are you supposed to react?

He smiles, stepping inside your now shared dorm, glancing around and then at your slightly dishevelled form, offering another one of those little smiles that genuinely make you want to curl up and die on the spot.

“Rough night?”

He ain’t got a fucking clue.

“No, I uh, I couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

He nods, setting his box down on the coffee table, his eyes roaming over you for a moment more.

“Nice necklace.”

“Hm?” You blink.

“The Angel thingy, it’s cute.”

a/n: ITS TONGUE IN CHEEK DANIELLE!!

thank u @ccmf02 for proofreading and everything!!

Considering locking in with a pt 2 if the people wish..

Thank you for reading!!

I have motivation so reqs/asks are open

[flymetothexmoon]

Bikes + Leather-Studded Kisses

Warnings: Mentions of Nictoine. Dry humping. Public smut. Oral F!Receiving on Motorcycle.

Pairing: Established Relationship with Choi Seunghyun x F!Reader.

Authors Note: definitely not the first fanfic about Seunghyun and Reader on a Motorcycle so kudos + respect to the person who wrote it first because you a real one. This is my take on a quote my beautiful girl @aizshallnotbefound said in a moment of silliness so pls be nice. enjoy~

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚♡ɞ˚

Maybe you were having a midlife crisis.

Or maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

It was Saturday, the type of Saturday where the cherry blossoms were in bloom and you could feel the sun hitting your skin.

You, however, were not in Yongdap-dong for the cherry blossoms. Somehow, you found yourself in front Ducati Korea as your eager eyes began to scan the outside of the building. Buying a motorcycle was not always something you envisioned doing when turning the age you did, but it was either go check out bikes or dye your hair something crazy and you figured given your boyfriend's past of random hair coloring experimentation, you would do the later.

The doors to the establishment eventually unlocked with the clicking sound from the mechanics of the interior locking system. It was now or never.

You could feel your eyelashes fluttering against your eyelids as your feet made their way inside of the building; the smell of the leather jackets that were for individual sale, the sound of employees offering one another the slight murmur of small talk, the sight of all different models of motorcycle that glistened in the vehicle showroom– you could practically taste the somehow bitter yet watered down coffee they provided for guests and employees alike.

It did not take long for someone to make their way over to where you were. Assuming it was someone on their sales team, you smiled warmly at the person coming toward you.

This person was dressed with the three c's in mind; comfort, collectiveness, and confidence, as the two of you began simple conversation of them asking what brought you in, what you were looking for out of a motorcycle, and financing.

You were brought back to their desk as you took the seat across from them, your eyes darting from the keyboard they were typing on to also aborbing your surroundings as more people began to walk into the shop.

"I hate to pry, but you mentioned this was your mid life crisis moment so you did not color your hair. You do not seem that old... may I ask your age?"

Honestly you could not remember the last time someone was so direct with you. When you answered, the sales professional nodded, smiling warmly at the comment.

"I would have never guessed. You look great."

The rest of the process was quick, easy, and dare you say painless considering you were at the mercy of the person selling you this motorcycle.

You had already taken the vehicle for a test drive and you were currently waiting to be cleared for purchase. As you sat in the same comfortable but somehow also uncomfortable chair, you twiddled with your thumbs, the ring on your left middle finger making contact with the top part of your knuckle on your thumb.

"No need to be nervous. Right now we are waiting on a bank approval for the loan to check the funds are really there. As of now it looks like you could be driving off in your new motorcycle. Can I interest you in some accessories while we wait? Most women love the idea of getting a new jacket, or maybe some designer gloves so they do not blister their hands..."

Interrupting your thoughts, the canine part of your teeth began to chew at the sensitive skin of the inside of your cheek.

Nodding, you agreed to at least take a look.

Seunghyun, your boyfriend, had always told you how delicate your hands were. He was the type of man who paid for your manicures, his excuse being that he wanted to be in charge of what he saw when your hands were in sync with your mouth when both body parts were wrapped perfect around him.

As you followed your sales professional to the part of the showroom where they kept accessories, your feet began to glide across the tiled floor with ease, your hands holding the delicate fabric between your fingers, the little tiny rhinestones on each ring finger were bouncing off the iridescent light fixtures.

The pesrson selling you the motorcycle followed close behind, but kept their distance as you continued to test the fabric to each jacket, feeling the different types of leather as you finally stopped at one specific one; one you knew Seunghyun would love.

"This is it. This is the one I am panning to get."

It did not take long for the person behind you to nod their head as they eagerly grabbbed the appropriate size and design you'd pointed out. Continuing to walk around, you did indeed end up buying a pair of gloves that would balance the look of the bike and the jacket you'd just chosen.

Before long, your name was being called, bringing you back to the days when you were in school.

An approval.

You smiled wide, your freshly manicured nails glistening in the light once again as you signed your name across a dotted line, extending your hand out to the person who you'd just spent a few hours of your day with.

Somehow, you'd kept this little secret of yours away from Seunghyun as you stood outside the establishment, the familiar of feeling of the sun radiating back on your arms as you admired the motor vehicle in front of you. You had known Seunghyun would not be home for a few hours to admire its beauty in the sunlight, so you were sure to make a point to change your attire later in the day.

•┈┈┈••✦♡✦••┈┈┈•

As the day grew in time, the different hues in the sky began to change as you admired the sun slowly setting.

The ride to you and Seunghyun's shared penthouse was not a long one, less than hour to be exact, as you waited for his return. You were more comfortable on the bike than you anticipated being and the way your back arched while leaning forward was almost sinful as your hands held onto the handle bars appropriately.

It did not take long for you to change into the appropriate attire you wanted to be wearing the moment Seunghyun got home. It was simple, yet practical as you paired a pair of high wasted dark wash jeans with ripped holes at the knee, a pair of ankle boots that cut off at the ankle, and a lace top with frills at the neckline that complimented the leather jacket you'd purchased earlier and the leather gloves you'd also purchased earlier.

Your eyelashes fluttered against your lids as the different colors in the sky began to remind you of cotton candy, a sweet treat you had not had since childhood, but the familiarity still crushing your bones from the inside out.

Eventually, you could see headlights forming in the distance as a blacked out vehicle started to come up on the hill you two lived on. Upon squinting, you realized it was Seunghyun and who you assumed was his driver for the day.

As the vehicle got closer, eventually parking right in front of where were standing, your smile only widened as the door opened and your boyfriend was slowly emerging out of the door. His back was still to you as you saw his long fingers holding the tip of the door's window for balance and him handing the driver money. You noticed him bow in respect and gratitude for the lift as he removed his hand from the window, closing the door shut behind him.

Seunghyun always waited for the driver to leave before making his way into the house. He still had not noticed you were there, let alone, what you were standing with. You watched him bow a second time, his lips curving into an exhausted smile as he finally turned to face you.

You could not hold the excitement any longer as you watched in real time his eyes widening at the sight of you, at the sight of the bike you were previously leaning against as you reached up, holding his neck tightly and pushing your chest against against his. His heartbeat was loud and spertatic against yours as you felt his arms shake a little as they wrapped around your smaller frame.

Seunghyun somehow pulled you closer as his head found its way to look behind the two of you, looking at the bike that sat parked neatly behind both of you. He pulled away only slightly, his fingers rubbing tiny circles into your hips as you waited for any kind of reaction he could give you.

The taller man stayed silent and still, the only movement coming from his fingers on your hips you pushed on him closer, doing anything to feel him against you. Seunghyun only shifted at the contact, a murmured gasp leaving his vocal cords and a pop from the muscle in his jaw.

"Princess, why is there bike in our driveway?"

Finally, you let out an even louder excited giggle as you shimmied out of his grasp, pulling his hand that was once drawing little circles in your hip into the clasp of your hand as you dragged him the small distance to the bike, practically jumping up and down as you watched him admire the motor vehicle. His hand let go of yours for a second so he could circle the vehicle properly, his hand slowly extending to grace his fingers across the matte black paint.

"Well. As you know, my birthday was recently here, and I was thinking about what I could get for myself as a milestone gift. I thought about maybe dying my hair, but I saw someone riding around in one recently and it reminded me of when I got my motorcycle license a while back and never did anything with it. Surprise?"

You'd watched Seunghyun do a full walk around of the bike, his fingers still gracing against the paint job like he was trying to savor the feel of the finish. Like a nervous tick, his tongue darted from his mouth, licking the perfect stride against his lips slowly.

He was in deep thought.

Seunghyun continued to wet his lips and it was like everything shut off in the decision making part of your brain as you began to feel like mush, your legs closing tightly against one another, solely based off primal instinct as you hoped he did not notice.

Of course he did.

He notices everything you do— especially when it came to the beauty flower that was between your legs.

The taller man stopped what he was doing, stepping closer to you again, his hands finding your hips once more as they firmly grasped onto them like you needed him to stay straight. Before you could say anything else, you were off the ground and you were sat on the bike you'd just purchased, facing the opposite direction as the handlebars as the grip your boyfriend had on you tightened, his body closing in on yours as you inhaled deeply and took in his scent.

Marlboro Red cigarettes and Teakwood.

Seunghyun was closer than before as his breath hitched at the base of your neck where it met your collarbone. His lips parted slightly, the canine part of his teeth gracing against the sensitive and exposed area of your skin as you gasped quietly at the sudden feeling.

"You taste like cherries. Are you wearing your cherry perfume again or have you been hitting your silly little vape again? I told you that stuff is bad for you, Princess."

His teeth bit down harder as they managed to hit the bulging part of your collarbone this time, his tongue gently circling the inflamed area.

"Considering you smoke cigarettes all day, I do not think you have a valid excuse to make fun of me for my vape flavor of choice, old man. Sorry for wanting my lungs to be flavor coated,"

Your boyfriend's laugh was low, the vibration from his vocal cords causing the entire upper part of your body to lock up and the bottom half of your body going into a full spasm nodes. Honestly you did not know what was worse, and before you could think of another clever response to defuse the situation, his lips were on yours. By the way his lips felt on yours, it could have fooled you into thinking it had been longer since you were last intimate.

Like instinct, your hands went to the shirt he was wearing; a black simple button down that had the first two top buttons undone, a simple action that made you think of sin when you imagined the release it must have him when he did that. The tips of your nails were peaking through the fingerless portion of the riding gloves you were wearing, the manicured tips gently sliding across the exposed part of his chest.

It did not take long for Seunghyun to audibly groan against your lip, his body pushing against yours with a sense of urgency as his tongue forced his way into your mouth, not even bothering to beg for an entry way. As Seunghyun moved his body against yours, one of his planted firmly next to you on the seat of the bike you were sat on, the faint sound of his nails digging into the leather as you held onto his shirt tighter.

Seunghyun was a lot of things, but one thing that he could not pride himself in was his lack of patience. He was never satisfied doing just one thing, and had always to take things to a notch, and that was no exception when it came to your sex life. For being such a private person, somewhere deep in his soul he craved attention more than most, and maybe that is why he went into the entertainment industry, so he could hide when needed and to be praised when needed.

You barely had time to notice Seunghyun's own leather jacket he was wearing until he finally pulled away from you and leaving the the both of you gasping for air as you locked eyes. By how you two looked, people would think you were high off more than each other as both: your and his pupils were completely blown from the best drug on the market— intimacy.

"Do you have any idea what you did to me tonight, mm? The way I come back from doing press all day to you standing here next to this bike, the way you got all dolled up in a lace top and leather jacket as if you are not already the hottest woman I'd ever seen."

Slowly, your cheeks turned the same color as the sun setting behind you both.

You wanted to thank him, but before your brain had time to form a complete sentence, his hands were back on you, only this time they were at your knees as he forced them to be spread and on display for him his eyes went straight to your core.

Seunghyun moved his head to the side, his jaw slightly popping again, as he quickly dropped to his knees in front of you like he was praying to a God he did not know he needed until his eyes were at level with you. You still had your jeans on but that did not stop the man from moving his middle finger down your clothed folds like he knew exactly where each part of you was— and he did.

His finger continued to work its way up and down the center most part of your jeans as your legs squirmed the tiniest bit. Not because you did not want him to continue, but because you did.

Your boyfriend quickly caught onto this as his left quickly darted upward grabbing the exposed part of your knee as his thumb drew circles on over the ripped part of the fabric and the soft touch of your knee itself as he spread you even further, his hand staying put as a way to keep you still.

Seunghyun began to mumble at the sight of you, his tongue escaping to wet his lips once again as you made out something he was mumbling. It was rushed, and in Korean, but you still understood every word.

"진짜 존나 아름다워. 마지막 식사처럼 널 음미할 거야."

Everything that happened next was a blur when your hips began to raise, only slightly, as you now sat bare on the leather seating of the bike. The seat was cold, but under the soft hues of pinks and purples from the sky and for all you'd already endured since Seunghyun got home, you could not be anymore warm.

Your boyfriend was still sat on his knees in front of you, his own dark wash jeans hitting the pavement to the driveway as he seemed to take forever admiring you. The tint of his yellow sunglasses was slightly reflective as you watched his hands remove them from his face and place them behind his own head neatly as he moved closer to you and began to slide his middle finger back to at the center of you, only this time his finger hitting you bare.

"I don't know why you bought this thing... If you wanted something to sit on and take a ride on, my face and cock have always been an option..."

That was all it took.

That was all you needed, and to be frank, all he needed before his mouth was on yours.

Hot, wet, and needy. So dam needy.

Your hips were already grinding against his face as you involuntarily jerked forward to give him better access as one of your hands dug into the leather seat and your other tangled deep into his dark roots, your almond shaped nails scratching at his scalp in response.

Seunghyun had been interested in art ever since he could remember, but he swore he had never seen something so artistic and beautiful until he first experienced his face being between your legs and his mouth attached your pussy like he would never have the blessing to eat another meal.

It was not until you began to continuously scratch at his scalp when you felt a vibration from his vocal cords vibrate against you like a goddamn orchestra.

His mouth felt like fire and the only that could reduce the flame was the wetness between and around your fold. The taller man's tongue would move up the same way it would move down as he tried to savor the taste like he wanted to remember for later. His mouth closed in on you as you felt the movement of his lips placing delicate, sloppy, kisses at the core of your pussy.

You squirmed again, your own head tilting back in the moment as your hand tugged at his sensitive roots.

Seunghyun leaned back quickly, his mouth leaving you as he looked up at you, completely wrecked and unaware of his intense gaze on you as his now swollen lips parted slightly, the arrousl of you still glissening across the bottom parts of his chin.

"Princess. If you do not stop squirming, I will leave you out here...."

Even in your wrecked state, you paused.

He paused.

Eventually, you whimpered in response.

His head dove back to you, only this time when his mouth latched onto yours, he quickly added a finger into you as well.

The pleasure was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Sure, Seunghyun ate you out; in fact, he usually tried to at least once a day, but he never dared to eat you out like this, and in public where any of his neighbors could potentially see the two of you.

Seunghyun's one finger inside of you quickly turned to two as the metal one of his rings became a prominent part of the sensation. He was knuckle deep into you as his fingers pumped in and out of you, setting an already painful pleasurable pace inside of you. The way his fingers curled just enough, and the way his mouth latched onto your pussy like he was writing out his own godddamn full name in cursive.

His finger movements started to get sloppy, at point his fingers slamming into you once and then staying there as you began to tremble around him, and he boy could he tell.

Not only were his finger movements slowing down, but his the way his tongue began to dart at the bud of your pussy more quickly, he knew it was going to happen soon and you were both ready.

"Seunghyun, I— please. I'm going to cum. Need your mouth... and your fingers."

You would not be able to feel how hard he was, not yet anyway, and you definitely would not be able to say much more before his lips began to violently suck on you again and his fingers began to pump in and out of you again.

Half of him wanted to tell you to be his good girl and cum, half of him wanted to pull away from you all together and shove his own jeans to the pavement and fuck you stupid, but in the moment all he could properly comprehend was good damn good you tasted on his mouth.

Seunghyun's movements were fast and all you needed was the warmth of the metal from the ring on his middle finger and the warmth of his mouth signing a single "n" with the flick of his tongue as he signed his name into you one last time.

By the time you'd actually finished, the sky had gew darker and the moo began to shine through a nearby tree as Seunghyun pulled his mouth away from you, leaning back so his back supported his knees, removing his fingers from you as well with the sound of a pop from the wetness of inside you.

Bringing his two digits to his mouth, he licked his fingers clean of you, watching as you slowly caught your own breath and made eye contact.

"Good thing the seats were leather..."

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Shang Qinghua is a man who knows to keep a burner phone on an inside pocket where it won't be found and pulled off him. What does he look like, an amateur? And sure, burner phones don't exist technically in PIDW, but you think he didn't bake in a way to make an alternative?

Again: the man's not an amateur.

Shang Qinghua is a man who knows how to twist his arms from behind himself, in immortal binding cables, to grab that burner phone emergency talisman sewn into the hem of his sleeve. Shang Qinghua is a man who remembers the important phone numbers qi signatures by heart, and can definitely, easily place a phone call tear the necessary sigil on the talisman while tied up in a car trunk storage crate on a wagon, thank you very much.

And once upon a time, it mattered that Shang Qinghua is a man who knows how to open a car trunk from the inside, but storage crates don't come with safety regulation mandated release levers in Proud Immortal Demon Way.

Well, he'd be insulted if they didn't take him seriously enough to make it difficult for him. But still. Ugh.

There are less scorched-earth ways to go about this, but he's a bit peeved by the whole thing, and honestly? It might be good to remind people that he shouldn't be fucked with.

Obviously he can't tip his hand too far, being a pathetic little worm beneath anyone's notice is half of what normally keeps him out of situations like this, so he needs someone else to be the threat while Shang Qinghua still gets the "don't mess with him" effect of it.

So, anyway, he rings Shen Yuan.

Hey, bro, I've been kidnapped, by humans so I don't want to get my king involved, and — no, it's not a joke, listen — there really isn't time to play this with his best friend/built-in alibi, the talisman has a very limited duration with his qi cabled off, so he cuts to the chase.

There's a box under his bed in the Leisure House. He tells Shen Yuan to go get it. He knows Shen Yuan is a smart guy, but he's not exactly the right person when it comes to... well, what he'd be asking of him.

So he tells Shen Yuan, with the last percent of battery wisp of stored qi in the talisman, to take that box to his brother. It's a pretty random request; it's not like Shang Qinghua has anything to do with the Qing Jing peak lord ever, at all, if he can ever help it. Normally, Shen Yuan would just roll his eyes and shrug it off (and leave Shang Qinghua to his kidnappers, not that he'd notice his best friend was actually gone for at least a couple more days) but the whole thing's just weird enough that it piques his curiosity. He makes a brief call to his brother on his summoning pendant, more like a psychic tap on the shoulder.

Of course that's all it takes for Shen Jiu to drop everything he's doing immediately, and the peak lord goes to Shen Yuan faster than an ambulance. He's... unimpressed that the actual reason for his class's interruption is anything to do with Shang Qinghua.

But, dutifully, Shen Yuan hands Shen Jiu the box.

It's got scrolls and papers and folios on every important, influential, wealthy, powerful, superlative-adjective person in the jianghu and mortal spheres. It's all the dirt. On everyone. Criminal activity (mindfully scrubbed of any Airplane-shaped involvements), affairs, embezzlement, the works. From casual lies caught on tape, to life-ruining scandals in 4k.

Everyone important's dirty laundry. And, for good measure, it's also everyone important's loved ones' dirty laundry, too.

Shen Yuan realizes immediately that he might as well have just handed Shen Jiu nuclear codes. This is, decidedly and without a doubt, the absolute worst person in the world to have this information! What the fuck, Airplane-bro?!

There is a sticky note scrap of paper adhered on top of the box:

In case of emergency!

(ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ Give them two days to comply.

(less if they're annoying lol)

It does not matter who kidnapped Shang Qinghua.

Because whoever they are, they are assuredly in that box, and they, and everyone they know, and everyone they work with, and everyone they love are about to have their whole worlds torn apart.

As soon as it gets out that Shen Qingqiu has any kind of access to any amount of this information (and it's fairly immediate for Shen Jiu to buy into whatever fucked up game is going on and "let it slip," and if there's anything that every single sect of the jianghu excels at equally, it's gossip that can move faster than the speed of light), the best anyone can hope for is that he does the responsible thing and gives it to Yue Qingyuan; there is no heaven to save you if he decides to use it himself.

Just like that, everyone who suspects they might be in Shang Qinghua's nightmarish Burn Book is immediately joining in on the planet's scummiest, most self-serving volunteer search party team.

(The kidnappers themselves are, of course, scrambling to comply with demands.)

Shang Qinghua is dropped off, still tied, in an alley in a distant city of the borderlands with a bag over his head, only aware of the mayhem inflicted by his box of receipts by virtue of the frantic arguing he overheard from his kidnappers whilst rattling around like a loose coin in the car trunk storage container.

It's not until the next day that Shang Qinghua is back on An Ding and Shen Jiu returns the box.

Shang Qinghua is a man who knows his own damn handwriting, can tell when he's looking at a box full of copies.

[billysgirllol]

best man? what is that supposed to mean? she’s manly? lucy gray’s face knits into a look of agitation, giving him the silent treatment after that on the few steps closer to the camp. “yeah right, you’re just pickin’ and choosin’ what suits you. they’re both cheaters. both slobby about how they handle women.” the tiny brunette grumbles, arms tightening stronger against her chest until that hurts because it’s tender. which reminded her… it didn’t help her period tracker was alerting her that her period was in two days, she hoped she could at least get two days flow free otherwise that’d be pretty miserable in the sun and not be able to go for the lake. well, there was options of tampons in her bag if it started and she wanted to still get in the water but she doesn’t want to have to put that in. and in general— the emotions and how temperamental she got from it didn’t help her from being easily irritated. she’d never introduce herself being a cranky ole bitty though, so lucy gray drops her arms the second jesse comes ungracefully running over and leading her around. reminds herself not to glue herself to billy’s side like her mood briefly tells her to do, hard not to tense at the sight of jesse and these other men like him.

besides the red haired man, he seems all right. besides, she needs to be outspoken and outgoing. people can run all over top of you if you just sit back and act meek. she doesn’t like jesse’s character, but it doesn’t mean she’s not good at playing pretend without coming off too superficial. her earnest gaze lets him know she’s not an idiot, but her friendliness portrays she’s not hard headed enough to let him make her look less appealing to the rest of the bunch or even to the likes of him. “that a new hair style, jesse? wow, it sure looks good.” almost. for a criminal. “why, how sweet of you,” to the one alerting the rest not to fart and jerk off— which makes her stomach sick. taking the cigarette offered to her by another skeptical looking man, she despises cigarettes but to these guys it looks like she can definitely hang and join right in a smoke. “thanks, i sure appreciate that.” wedging the cigarette between her ear, she’ll pretend she’s saving it for later but using it for decoration for now— unless billy drives her to really lighting it.

then comes the man in the tight pants and the badge that feels like a juxtaposition in this group of jailbirds. doe eyes definitely get lost in wandering and wondering how that’s so the second she notices the badge. lucy gray remembers bit and pieces of pat, it doesn’t even look like the same person from her memory— he’s so grown up, it’s crazy how that happens over night. he still seems like the most normal one out of the group, so that’s refreshing to find one with manners and clearly with his head on right. “well that’s all right, darlin’. elbows will do.” playfully, she gives his elbow a shake. offering a kind smile. “good meetin’ you, again. i’m lucy gray baird but my friends call me lucy gray.” she’s sure that’s how she introduced herself years ago when they were barely tall as lawn chairs at one of billy’s parties her mama put together for him. “and i’m good on that for right now, just got one before we got here. thank you.”

“no one’s seasoned anything here. everyone’s twenty somethin’ years old but not a day over fifteen, mentally. and i’ve seen how they act.” it frustrates her he just plays it off like they’re a normal group of men. “hopefully.” there’s more girls here. “really? i thought that’s what we were here for… the long coming marriage between you and your toxic boyfriend?” head cants up, joking with him despite her stingy attitude. “only because he’s your friend. he’s dumb, but i don’t think he’s THAT dumb. i don’t imagine him as the type that’s against slapping a woman in the right heat of moment, though. so are they really that much different? only difference you and billy taupe clade didn’t grow up together, so that’s why you don’t leech to him.” but jesse evans and billy taupe clade are the same kind of people in her mind. eyes glancing up to find what kind of disaster and disappointment is waiting on them… no less of a feeling when she sees that rv they’re obligated to share with all these different people. aerosmith’s dream on loudly playing from inside the rv as their radio. guys. so many of them that already reek of cigarettes and liquor and beer, she bets. making a displeased face, betting she will be making her bed outside on the rocks. next time, she’ll definitely be dragging billy to an ALL girls party. but it still doesn’t seem fair because an all girls party is definitely a lot better than an all boys, she knows how they are.

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seventeen and horror movies

notes: this is from ages ago but apparently i never posted it lol so im doing it now

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seungcheol

thinks horror movies are really cool! they're not at the top of his list, though, and he definitely prefers action movies with less psychological tricks and less fussy plots of good guys beating up the bad guys, but the suspense in horror films is always great too. laughs when the bedraggled and emo villain first appears on the screen and says that the villain looks like [insert which ever member pissed him off recently]

jeonghan

the most calm. offers his hands as stress balls to any members who need it during the film. was probably not paying attention for the entire thing, his brain having logged out of the human world and logged in to the angel network or something. offers to make popcorn every time, and by some weird psychic ability of his he always gets up to do refills right as the popcorn is running out for everyone. records seungkwan kicking chan into tomorrow every time they finish a film

joshua

is basically the human shield for the other scaredy cat members. he doesn't particularly like horror movies, but he's pretty good at keeping in his flinches and doesn't get that many nightmares from them afterwards. often gets dragged out to make cookies for dk bc he cant handle the movies. the person that everyone goes to at night when they can't sleep. once had a total of five members in his room after they all watched 'the shining' together, and let them sleep in his bed with him for the rest of the week.

junhui

loves (!!!!) horror movies so much. thinks they're the pinnacle of film industry art. gets scared by the super horrifying ones, but loves that feeling of getting scared so much. doesn't get nightmares bc he basically forgos sleep for two days straight after they watch a film, so he bores the nightmare demons into not visiting him. at least, that's what he swears by. does need to hide behind some of the other members tho when it gets a lil too scary for him to handle

hoshi

the epitome of reckless cockiness. boasts every single time that he's Great at handling horror movies, despite having a track record of Definitely Not being great at handling horror movies well. unintentionally engaged in a screaming duet with mingyu this one time. refuses to leave the room even when the members try to force him out bc he's too loud. always wakes up wonwoo, either bc he digs his fingers into his thigh thinking that he's jihoon or bc he's just being way too noisy. doesn't remember a single thing about the plot, pretends he remembers everything and says they should totally watch it again sometime

wonwoo

agrees to watch it with the members, ends up falling asleep halfway through. while everyone is talking about the terrifying cinematography afterwards, he's just sitting there like o_o bc he doesn't remember anything about the movie. he doesn't even mean to fall asleep, it just accidentally sort of happens. is woken up by hoshi during every movie tho bc that man is basically a high-pitched whistle when he's terrified and he gets terrified by horror movies all the time

jihoon

gets scared, but is scared the moderate amount. flinches at the jump scares, lets out little yelps at the sudden screams, but always does that cute giggle afterwards to show that he's more embarrassed than anything. has soonyoung's hand around his thigh like a vice the entire movie, and he has yet to figure out if the man is doing it to try and keep jihoon in place or to keep himself in place. sometimes gets nightmares after, but he doesn't really sleep enough to even have dreams on a daily basis, so.

minghao

doesn't like them, sits through them bc if too many people leave then chan gets sad that people aren't watching the movie he picked. pretends he's chill with it but he sits in the armchair by himself all curled up like a shrimp, hugging a cushion and squeezing his eyes shut whenever he gets too scared. after the movie's finished, though, he doesn't think it was all that bad. does that mean he's willing to watch it again? not really. but at least he's not getting nightmares for a week like the others.

mingyu

cannot even Think of watching them (1). is too terrified. clings to joshua so hard that he leaves the man with bruises on his arm. screams the loudest at every unexpected noise on the screen, even if it's something as tiny as a floorboard creak. can never finish the full movie, either bc he gets yelled out by the other members for being too noisy or ends up too creeper out and runs away to hide in hansol's room and watch him sleep to make sure he's okay

dokyeom

cannot even Think of watching them (2). gets all three of the 95 line to baby him for the first part bc he insists that this time he Will get thru it. holds jeonghan's hand the entire time. and seungcheol's. also has joshua's hand (the one on the arm Not being held hostage by mingyu) hovering near his face, ready to cover his eyes when something scary pops up on the screen. never makes it past the 45 minute mark without getting teary-eyed and having to leave, asking joshua to bake him cookies with him or something to help him calm down

seungkwan

gets absolutely terrified if theres any gore. psychological horror? hell yeah, he's down. demon/exorcism horror? so long as no ones peeling off anyone's skin, he's fine. horror movies (especially the ones chan picks) often leave a bad taste in his mouth tho so theyre not really his favourite. vows to never ever watch another horror movie that chan's picked out again, always ends up sitting on the couch squashed between jun and chan during the next horror movie viewing. beats up the maknae after every movie for suggesting something so grotesque and horrible

hansol

doesn't watch. he's not a big fan of the mildly plotless, gory horror movies chan always picks and instead goes into his room. tries to read a book or do something productive, ends up just falling asleep on the floor. wakes up to mingyu's face inches from his in almost pitch black darkness, the elder trembling like a leaf in the wind while telling him that he was guarding him while he was asleep to make sure he was okay. he turns on the light in the room and spends the rest of the night reassuring mingyu that the sounds he's hearing outside are totally normal and no werewolf is trying to break through their windows

chan

was probably the one to suggest the horror movie. he's pretty chill with them, finding them interesting (if not sometimes rlly repetitive) to watch. the suspense is his most favourite thing ever. he thinks it's super cool. flinches sometimes, but always laughs after. is the only one grinning with excitement once the movie is finished. looks around at his hyungs and asks if anyone would be willing to watch it again with him sometime?

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total control

after a wild shift, you head back to jack's apartment to hang out like you usually do, but today, something feels different. inspired on the song total control by djo :)

cw: age gap, lots of exposition, kissing, dryhumping briefly, fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl, honey,), jack calls reader young lady in a nonsexual way, jack is an old man and it shows, dom!jack, sub!reader, lmk if i missed anything

wc: 3.8k

It wasn’t completely unusual to go back to Jack’s apartment with him after a shift. It had become a habit after the PittFest casualty. You had been put in the red zone with Robby, Abbot, and Samira, and you and Jack had hit it off immediately. You flowed together so easily, it made you switch to night shift. The way he taught was more attuned to you than the way Robby taught. All excitement, all thrills, unconventional medicine, doing stuff you probably weren’t exactly ready for, but Jack was standing beside you the whole time. It wasn’t that exciting surgical stuff didn’t happen on the day shift, because it definitely did. But, when your mentor doesn’t have the boss breathing down his neck every hour, you can get away with a few more things. Jack let you do procedures that you had once believed you would only ever read about. Anytime there was something interesting going on, he’d pull you from the bedside of a patient just so you could perform it.  Ellis joked that he was playing favorites, but he didn’t seem to care.

The first night shift you worked after PittFest, he had let you do a REBOA. The patient had fallen onto a wooden fence after a night of drinking, and he came in with the piece of wood still inserted right next to his pelvis. Jack stood at your shoulder, carefully walking you through everything. How to remove the wood, where to place the balloon, how much to fill it up. He described everything that was happening while you performed it. He was huddled behind you, almost whispering it into your ear. To say Walsh was pissed was an understatement, but after that? You never wanted to work while the sun was out again.

Despite the age gap, it had slowly divulged into a friendship rather than a mentorship. Jack was really, really fucking funny. He had always seemed like a hard ass to you when you saw him for the brief transitions from night to day, but on his shift, he was a lot looser, less tense. There had been times you had to step away to gather yourself. It was mostly that he didn’t bullshit people. He once told a disorderly patient that he was going to give him a spanking if he didn’t stop being a jackass to the nurses, and you thought you were going to die. 

You started hanging out after your third week. At first, you would just go out to a diner after. A lot of time all you wanted after a shift was sugar, and you knew the waitress at the small joint. She would fire up the milkshake machine for you, even though it was seven in the morning. Jack gave you shit for it, but you didn’t care. He was more simple, just some scrambled eggs and sausage, maybe a black coffee if it was an especially difficult shift, and he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway.

But, you two were drawn together, it was a nice friendship. You trusted him to tell you what to do, and he trusted you to listen. And that was that.

The first time you went to his apartment, you were shocked by how empty it was. He was a simple man, to say the least. A recliner, a nice couch, a huge, mounted flatscreen, and a framed photo of some of his army buddies. Eventually, you convinced him to get a small, fake plant for the corner. He told you no at first, saying he didn’t need decorations, but the next time you came over, you saw a big, fake Monstera in the corner. He mumbled a quick, don’t even say anything, and you kept your mouth shut. 

Hanging out with Jack after work in his apartment made you feel like a guy. He would hand you a beer some days, and turn on the TV. He watched old man shit, like Gold Rush, or American Pickers. You realized this was his equivalent to doomscrolling. It was his way to turn off his brain. At first, you found the hangout a bit strange. But then, you also realized that he probably didn’t know how to hang out with a woman half his age, so he just treated you like he would any of his guy friends, which you found inexplicably endearing. You would hang out for a few hours, talk about the shift, and then head home. 

But today was different. Today, you felt the tension between you two. For the first time, you realized, oh, I might actually like this guy. Not in the friend way, not in the mentor way, but in a crush way. Usually, after a shitty full moon shift, you just wanted to be alone, but not today. All you wanted to do was watch American Pickers, drink his beer– well, drink the type of beer that you liked, that he had started buying for you– and sink into his couch. You realized, you didn’t just want company after this shift, you wanted Jack.

You push off the feeling as you exit the hospital together. Jack doesn’t live far, a fifteen minute walk down the street. It was nice out today, the sun shines down on you, it makes the top of your head feel hot. After the horrible winter, it felt really nice to see the big star again. You let out a content sigh.

“Sometimes I think the sun fixes everything.” you say, the vitamin D seeping into your skin. 

“Why the hell are you on night shift then, kid?”

“Dumb question. Because if I work the day shift, then I can’t be outside while the sun is shining, duh.”

He opens his mouth in a dramatic way, raising his eyebrows, “Wow, you finally made a good point.”

You scoff at him, “Oh, c’mon,”

He looks over at you and gives you a small smirk. Like he knows exactly how to push your buttons, and he does.

“I cannot believe how many people were in tonight with dumb shit. Like, how do you even get a whole wine glass stuck in your foot? Literally, how is that possible?”

Jack shakes his head, “I used to think the full moon shit was a joke, but I don’t know anymore.”

The rest of the walk is quiet. You hadn’t even discussed going back to his apartment, it was just part of routine now. 

When you reach the door, he unlocks it, and swings it open, heading to the fridge first to grab the two cans. 

He settles into his recliner, and you go to your spot on the couch. You notice he folded the blanket you always use. You lay it across your body, and it smells, clean? Like fresh cotton.

“Did you wash this?”

“Yeah, you’re gross after your shift, didn’t want it on my couch.”

You scoff again, appalled at his truthful statement. “You’re one to talk, old man.”

“Old man?”

“You heard me.”

“I’ll tell Robby to put you on day shift if you keep talking like that, young lady.”

You don’t want to admit that the nickname makes your face feel hot, “God, please no, I cannot deal with Gloria.”

He huffs out a laugh, the TV is playing low in the background, the volume almost completely mute. 

“Could you imagine if she saw how we dealt with that patient in chairs?”

“I think we would have to get the crash cart for her.”

He laughs again, and you both settle into silence. You want to talk more, you want to ask him if he feels this too– the pull to each other, like the moon and the tides. But you don’t know how far to push it. You want to do something about this crush, you don’t want to shove it down and let it get worse, and then really have to go back to day shift. But, you’re unsure how Jack feels, if he thinks of you that way, or if he just thinks of you as a young lady, as he put it. 

After a while, when you’re almost drifting into a soft sleep, Jack speaks, “Hey, when that teen came in, and needed to be intubated, you didn’t start until I told you to, why?”

While Jack didn’t bullshit patients, he also didn’t bullshit you. He didn’t believe in biting his tongue, in letting things slide, if he wanted to know something; he asked.

“I don’t know, it’s complicated, and weird.” You didn’t want to admit the truth to yourself, much less to your boss.

“What’s complicated? You’ve done a million intubations. What stopped you?”

“Sometimes I feel, um–” You sneak a look at him and he’s already looking at you, his hands locked on top of his head. You notice his biceps bulging through the t-shirt he’s wearing, and it makes your throat feel dry. You reach for the beer, and take a long sip, needing some liquid courage. “Sometimes, I feel like I can’t do something unless there’s someone guiding me through it. I think that’s why I like learning from you so much. You’re always right behind me, telling me what to do. I know that I know how to intubate, but I’m used to being— told by you, I guess.”

He nods, a signal for you to keep talking. You’re sitting criss-cross now, body facing him. You stare straight down at your hands, twisting your fingers together in anxiousness. 

“I just like to be guided sometimes. Maybe that makes me a bad EM specialist.” You leave out the part where Jack is really the only person you want to tell you what to do. If anyone else had told you to intubate when it was obvious to, you would’ve shot daggers through them. You feel the sudden urge to defend yourself, “I would know what to do if you weren’t there, I really would.”

“I know, that’s why it shocked me that you didn’t start.” Jack says, sitting forward a bit, “It doesn’t make you a bad EM specialist. You’re only in the second year of your residency anyway, you shouldn’t be doing everything by yourself.”

You nod, trusting what he says. “Is that weird?”

“No,” he says, and you swear you see his jaw tick. “No, it’s normal to want to be guided.”

“You’re very good at it.” you blurt out. “At guiding– teaching. I always just want to follow your lead, and do what you tell me.” You laugh; shake your head. “Sorry, I think I’m being weird. Maybe it’s the full moon.”

“Not weird, kid. I’d tell you if it was.” Jack gets up from the recliner and comes and sits next to you. “Can I ask you something else?”

You nod, and he doesn’t talk. He lowers his head so you can see him out of the top of your eyelids. You realize he wants you to look at him, so you do. “It’s your turn to tell me if I’m being weird, okay?”

You don’t move a muscle. Like you might scare him away.

“Does that translate to anywhere else in your life?”

“How do you mean?” You think you know, but you want to be sure.

He tilts his head in a quick flick, like he thinks you’re being obtuse on purpose. “In your personal life, y’like to be told what to do? Like to be— guided?”

“I think.” your voice is as low as the television. “I’ve never really done it, though. Never done it, like that, I mean.”

“You’ve never done it?” He has a small smirk on his face.

You groan and dramatically fall back on the couch, hands covering your face. “Yes, Dr. Abbot, I have done it.” You say, muffled, from the palms pressing into your mouth. 

You sit back up. “Just not in the way you’re asking.” 

“Yeah, because the people you’ve been with don’t know jack shit. I clocked it the first time we worked together, during PittFest.”

“I am not that easy to read.” You say it like it’s a fact.

“I hate to break it to you, honey, but you are.” He places a hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing deep circles, and you think you might combust right there, on his couch. “You followed me the whole night. Not a bad thing, it was nice knowing you were right there, ready to follow, to assist.” 

His words are going in one ear and out the other, all you can focus on is his hand on you. 

“Hey, you with me?” He inquires; reading you again. “I want to make sure this is okay, I can stop right now, and we can act like it never happened, okay?” 

“Yes, it’s okay. More than okay.” You nod, locking eyes with him, so he knows.

“I want to treat you right. I want to turn your brain off, so you aren’t thinking about anything but me. Following my orders, doing exactly what I say. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” 

That’s all it takes for Jack to kiss you. 

He isn’t gentle with it. He kisses you hard, like he’s been waiting years to do it, despite only knowing you for a few months. You have trouble catching up at first. It’s true what you told him, that no one else seems to know how to treat you. It’s not that your other partners were necessarily bad, they just couldn’t read you like Jack can. No one else is able to.

He pushes you gently back onto the couch until you lay flat. His chest presses against yours and it’s comforting, like a weighted blanket. You try not to wriggle your hips too much, not wanting to jump too far ahead, but you can’t help yourself, they press up into his growing bulge and he groans into your mouth. He winds down on you quickly to meet you halfway, the lower halves of your bodies mold together. The friction it’s creating makes you think you could come just like this. It’s all so hot. There’s no other way to describe it. 

Jack groans again, this time in dissatisfaction. His hand comes down fast between your bodies to press you back into the couch, his thumb digs into the spot of skin right next to your hip and you whine, the pressure sending a wave of arousal through your body.

“Not yet, honey.” His tone of voice is a lot kinder than the cruel hand pressing you down.

You feel like you’re in a club with the way your heart is thumping, you can’t help but count the beats of it, taking your own pulse into account. Jack moves away from your mouth to your neck, sloppily trailing kisses all the way down. You can’t believe that you were so close to sleep a few minutes ago, now you feel like you’re running a marathon. 

He gets off of you, fully stands up. You’re out of breath, you try to make a noise of protest but nothing comes out, you stare at the ceiling for a second until he clears his throat.

“Are you sure–”

You jerk your head to look at him, “If you ask me if I want it again, I’m gonna scream.” Jack lets out a low laugh. “I’m just regaining my sanity.” you express.

“The whole point of this is you won’t have any sanity left. C’mon, let’s go to the bedroom.”

You stand and follow him back, you realize you’ve never seen his bedroom until now, and it’s the same as the rest of the apartment. Plain, minimalistic. He has black sheets with a white comforter, and his bed is made perfectly, probably a habit from serving.

You stand awkwardly in front of the bed, twisting your hands in front of you.

“Nervous?” 

You hum in response, keeping your eyes on him.

“You know me, it’s the same as working. Just follow me, do what I tell you, yeah? Just be a good girl.”

The praise goes straight to your legs and you feel your knees wobble a bit.

“Take this off for me.” He tugs on your shirt, “And these too, while you’re at it.” He puts his pointer finger into the top of your pants and swipes in across your stomach, the digit edging on the top of your underwear. If you knew this was going to happen, you might’ve tried to wear better undergarments, but this felt better, in a way; more natural. You knew you didn’t have to play it up for Jack. It was nice that he didn’t need all the fuss, he just needed you.

Obviously, you do what he says, stripping the shirt and pants off. You take your bra off too, letting it fall onto his floor. He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head at the sight of your chest. “So beautiful.” Jack says, mostly to himself.

He walks towards you, until his body is pushing you back onto the bed. You sit instead of lay down, eyes staring straight into Jack’s. Sometimes his eye contact intimidated you, but not today, you wanted to catch every slight movement, every small inclination of what to do. His eyes shoot up to the top of the bed and then back at you, and you move yourself up until your head rests on his pillows. You feel loose, like your body has water running through your veins instead of blood. You feel like your limbs have connected to Jack’s mind, ready to do whatever he asks. Your brain feels a bit fuzzy, and all you register is that he’s climbed on top of you again, his eyes staring holes into yours. His shirt is off now, but he keeps his pants on. The vein on his bicep is prominent and it makes your mouth water. 

He places his hands on the sides of your head. His lips ghost over yours, but he pulls away when you reach up to catch them. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have you like this. I see how you are with Shen instead of me, how cocky you are, how independent you are. But anytime we’re on a case together, I know you’ll follow my lead. It’s not just about guiding, huh? It’s about me.”

You swallow harshly, knowing he’s right. Knowing that you’re independent when he’s not the one in charge of you. 

“It drives me fucking crazy, sweetheart. Knowing that you only get this docile for me.” One of his hands starts trailing down your body, tracing your curves before it flows to the middle of your stomach. He rests his palm right on top of where you need him most, pressing gently. Your brows furrow, and he smirks. 

He pulls your underwear off with one hand, and you lift your hips to help him. Once they're off, he slips a finger through your folds, feeling the wetness. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head, eyes still locked to yours.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard that there won’t be anything on your brain after, okay?”

“With your fingers?”

“Is that doubt I hear?”

“No!” You protest. “Sorry, just— usually people care about themselves.”

“I’m not like other people, baby.” He makes a ‘tick’ noise with his tongue. “Thought I made that clear.”

That’s the last thing you hear before he stuffs two fingers in you. His mouth falls open at the same time that yours does. You throw your head back in pleasure, and your hand flies up to grip his arm. Your body writhes below you, like you’re chasing his fingers, making sure they won't stop.

“There you go, just like that.” he says, low, into your ear. “Tell me what you like about this. About us.”

You moan, trying to push out the words through the noises that involuntarily leave your mouth. “I like that you know I want you to take control. I like that you’ll always go to the diner with me, or let me come over when I have a bad shift, even when I can tell you want to be alone.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“I like that you call me sweetheart. Even before this, it’s always made me–god– always made me mad when other people did it. But it’s not condescending from you. I like how you look out for me at work. You can tell when I need a break before I do. I like how your fingers feel inside of me. I like when you take control.”

You pant, the ramblings taking the air out of you. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your leg and it makes you feel even hotter. Your orgasm is creeping up on you, your stomach tightening into a coil before you know it.

Jack moves quickly, so that he’s sitting on his knees. You wonder briefly if it hurts him to sit like that, but the thought leaves your brain when he brings his other hand onto your clit.

“Jesus Christ, Oh—”

“Not him, all me.” Jack says, cockily. You huff out a laugh before it’s taken over by another moan.

“You gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes, please Jack.”

“God, you sound so good moaning my name. You’re fucking perfect.”

He picks up the pace, and you can feel the pressure building up behind your clit, your all familiar tell that you’re about to finish.

“Please, I need to come, please.”

“Asking so nicely. Of course you can, Go ahead.”

You preen; zero in on the feeling of your orgasm and let it wash over you. 

“There y’go. Yeah, just like that.” His words barely register in your head. 

It takes you a while to come back down, your brain still a bit fuzzy when you do.

“Good?” Jack asks once you’ve regained your breathing.

“Good.” You answer.

He makes you go to the bathroom before you get too comfortable in bed.

When you lay back down, your head falls harshly on the pillows, your body bouncing the bed lightly. He moves up next to you so that his head is on the headboard. He’s stripped out of his pants now, just his boxers on. He took the prosthetic limb off too, so that he could be more comfortable. He opens his arm and you scoot over to lay your head on his chest. He kisses your forehead, in a soft way. In a way that tells you this will happen again, that it wasn’t a fluke.

“Another question.” He says, softly, just loud enough to stir you from the sleep that was trying to take over your body again.

“Mm?” you reply.

“How long have you felt this way?”

“I think I always have, but last night was the first time that it was really obvious to me. You?”

“Yeah, same, actually. It was always in the back of my head but, wasn’t sure how to make it real until today.”

“Must’ve been that full moon.” you say, groggily.

He pets your head and laughs, “Yeah, must’ve.”

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Don't Forget

Doubt by Twentyone Pilots

masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

words: 4,2k

description: after Y/N gets rescued from Hydra she's not really herself but Natasha's determined to bring her back -

Genre: idk you tell me?? ._. hurt/comfort ig??

Warnings: legal age difference (Nat= 32, R = 22) split personality?, not proofread

I'm not overly happy with everything but overall it's okay i guess (also It's 3am idk what I'm saying anymore, any corrections probably in the next few days)

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You didn't know what was happening but you were sure something was.

There was a shift in the air. A tension lingering between the people around you. Something was off.

A red pop up on a monitor you could barely see blinking constantly but you couldn't read what it said.

You tried to hear the guards whisper but they were too far away. But even their usual composed, ice cold appearance seemed to crack a little. At least the three that seemed to be in their mind.

The fourth was a mystery to you. He barely moved all day, you never saw him even blink just once.

If such a thing was possible he didn't even hold any body language.

Scientists were packing a ton of stuff up.

Vials, some empty, some still filled.

Two of three monitors.

Tools, syringes, notes, official paperwork.

The door opened for a short moment. The blaring of people shouting, shots being fired, more people running around, a faint explosion filled the whole room for the mere two seconds, then it fell shut again.

Two more agents entered the room shouting some things you couldn't understand but next thing the whole scientist team got escorted through the backdoor.

Ok, so at least your instincts still work. Still you felt off. As if you were there but more as a watcher than on actual control of yourself. That feeling was new. It only came up a few minutes ago but you couldn't shake it. Something definitely was fundamentally off. Maybe-

You didn't get to finish that thought when suddenly the door got broken down. Three people stormed in, followed by a whole bunch of agents.

This time the door wasn't closed again and the blaring of a battle filled the room, accompanied with the smell of smoke and a cloud of dust.

Your eye caught a wave of red and your heart jumped. You didn't exactly know why. But it felt familiar. It felt right. You felt slipping deeper in the part of your mind that was only able to watch. Observe something but not work through it. The presence that formed normality for your time being here kept you from understanding.

One of the agents tore the straps open, which until now, you didn't even realize held you in place. Why were you strapped in a chair again?

It oddly looked like one of those dentist chairs...

"Don't just stand there, do something bitch!" He spoke with a hard accent.

Do something...? What exactly should you...do? Why would you fight these people? Who even are they? Being trapped between what seemed to be two independent minds you didn't know how to function.

And for a while you just stood there, in the middle of the room. Everything still felt like a movie, chaos all around you, agents coughing, some dying slower than others, new agents rushing in. And in the middle of it all? You.

That was until someone pulled on your arm, in the direction of the back door the scientist fled through.

Without realizing how you freed yourself, fighting the agent off.

"Let go of me", you hiss. "Y/N!!" the voice felt familiar but you couldn't put a face to it. Nonetheless it switched something inside you. You pushed the guy and he stayed still on the ground.

Another hand grabbed your arm and on instinct - even tho not sure from which side of your mind - you fought them off but this time it was harder.

You got countered more often, hits were harder to land. You kept fighting them, trying to escape their grip until suddenly everything went black.

Back at the compound Nick Fury was waiting for everyone to bring the youngest avenger back. And he wouldn't admit it openly but when they rolled out a stretcher some tension fell off him. It meant that at least you were alive.

"What happened?", he asked, not a single trace of emotions in his voice.

When Natasha didn't answer right away Steve did.

"We're not sure. She didn't seem quite like herself."

The Shield director raised an eyebrow "and that means?"

"It means she fought me when we tried to get her out. We had to hit her unconscious", Natasha snapped.

"But she fought them too. She's still there." Steve tried to soothe her but only received a more desperate than annoyed.

To add to Steve's resignation Fury chimed in "She's been there three weeks and we have no idea who of us she's gonna try and kill and who not."

"What are you trying to say?" Clint asked defensively.

"None of you will visit her until we're sure she's back." Without any further explanation he gave a sign to the two medics that stood at the stretcher to follow him with you.

For the Avengers? No other choice but to watch after you. They just stood there in silence, no one quite sure what to do with themselves.

The past three weeks were relentless work, trying to trace every detail that might give away your position. Now you were found. And they weren't even allowed near you anymore.

Tony stepped out of his suit and carefully put an arm around Nat's shoulder, pulling her into a side-hug.

With you and Natasha some tension always was in the air. Flirty but neither of you acted on it for a long time. You weren't dating for long but it made you happy. You, just living in your perfect little world, until it got ripped apart when they caught you.

Tony was the one who got you to join the team. Convinced you, welcomed you, comforted you when things got hard. He became a safe constant and over the course of four years he became a father figure to you.

With a deep sigh, again Steve broke the silence "When even Tony doesn't have some sarcastic remark or a joke to ease the tension..."

No trace of humor in his voice, not a glint of joy, just stating a fact.

Maria Hill stepped outside, clearly not happy, after what was probably a disagreement with her boss.

"There's nothing I can do for you. Go get some sleep, you all need it."

Short and to the point. Like everything that's been said.

Nonetheless she was right. Nobody has slept much, especially not Tony and Natasha so now that everything seemed to be done this was the only logical consequence and with that everyone slowly made their way to their room.

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The next few days went in a blur for Natasha. She tried to stick to her old routine. Getting up, going on a run, breakfast, training, lunch. That's how far her routine went. After that she just didn't know what to do. Wherever she went something reminded her of you. She tried to convince Fury to change his mind about seeing you.

What she hated most was how everyone looked at her. How everyone seemed to see through her. As if her walls were made out of glass. As if they could see how worked up she was even though she made a point in acting normal. In giving the training courses she usually does, being as harsh and demanding as she always is. In the way she walked through the hallways, cold, calculated. Purposely avoiding the wing she wasn't allowed in right now.

Still they looked. As if they could see everything.

As if they could see how she still barely could sleep, how she couldn't look at anything without thinking of you, how every time she passes Fury in the hallway a passive anger boils up.

As if they could see how much she cares. How much she misses you.

As if they could see how scared she was to lose you forever.

The private area for just the avengers wasn't any more comfortable. Everyone tried to have normal days. Doing the things they usually do. But still everyone noticed the tension that didn't seem to fade.

The unknowing of how you are, the awareness of your missing laughter and your own sarcastic remarks. Everyone notices Natasha's bad mood and how she's being more reserved around them. Even Steve misses Tony's biting and teasing comments and while he throws one every once in a while, it just doesn't feel the same without someone who counters him just as sharply.

Right now Natasha was laying awake once again. Another evening. She excused herself from watching some movie and went to bed, so now she was staring at her ceiling. It was only 9 pm.

But laying there and having her thoughts running in circles wasn't an option tonight. With a sigh she put her sweatshirt over her sleep-shirt and made her way to the medical wing, avoiding the busy hallways.

The first thing she saw were mostly empty beds. The second was Dr. Cho.

"Where's Y/N?", Natasha asked. Her voice didn't hint at the emotional chaos in her head but it didn't need to. Dr. Cho was well aware of the flirting going on between you and even was rather surprised when she found out that the two of you weren't already dating for longer.

"Y/N is currently being held in cell 1.4 in this wing" Jarvis responded before the doctor could.

"Director's orders", was all she added clearly being uncomfortable with the situation.

"How is she?" Natasha's voice dropped to a dangerous level. She was furious and it brimmed just beneath the surface but she chose to prioritize you over Fury's bad decision making.

"She's doing ok so far. Vitals are stable but her mind isn't. Sometimes she speaks with us as herself but then suddenly she doesn't recognize us. We gave her some things that should help her gain stability and fight of who or whatever they implanted in her brain but it's going rough. Up until now she's the most stable when I or Agent Phil Coulson are around, he leaves only when he has to."

The redhead let out a humorless laugh.

"And did any of you think that maybe someone she's closer with might help her?"

Of course you were close with Phil. But she and her teammates were the people you spent every day with after all.

To her annoyance Dr. Cho shook her head.

"That's still out of question. Director's orders...again."

With a scoff Natasha left. Director's orders.

There was a point reached where she was done with her director's orders. Point reached.

And without another thought Natasha stood in front of the door that led to cells 1.3-1.6, guarded by two agents when the doors just opened and Coulson's stepped out.

"Natasha?"

"Phil."

"I guess it was only a matter of time until you show up here" the older agent sighed.

"I need to see her, Phil" It was a statement. Nothing more. No emotion, no arguments, just a statement.

"Why? You know the Director's orders."

God if she had to hear those words one more time she might go insane.

"I need to see her alive." Now this was beginning to sound like the negotiations of a kidnapping.

"She is alive, Natasha. You know that. Why do you think you can just walk in there if you have clear orders not to?" He wasn't backing down easily.

And the answer to that question laid on Natasha's tongue. It was simple. But she didn't want to say it out loud. But maybe she needed to sacrifice that at least towards Phil, if she wanted a real chance of convincing him to let her in.

"Go." The redhead orders the two agents watching the door. After a short nod of approval from Phil they did.

"Why?" Phil asked again now.

Natasha thought for a second before answering "They say she's unstable-" her voice broke off, eyes glued to the door.

And for a moment Phil got caught off guard. In all years of working with Natasha he'd only ever seen her facade crack a handful of times.

He sighed. "She's fighting, Natasha. Every minute. She's tired, barely sleeps but she's getting better. Slowly. Helen finished all possible tests and thinks we have now the right medication to help her as much as we can."

"I want to see her."

"Do you?", Phil finally met her eyes, "or do you want to know if she sees you? If she recognizes you?"

"Phil, please", Natasha pleaded. And at last he gave in. He stepped aside, opening the door. "Just be careful. You can see when she remembers you but the conversations don't last long. She's fighting."

With a nod Natasha walked past him and only stopped a second before the door could fall shut. "Thank you."

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Carefully Natasha walked up to the only occupied glass cell and there you sat. Back towards her, crouched down in a corner. Your hands were behind your head, legs pulled up to your chest and she could see you picking your nails to a point where almost all were bloody and damaged.

Natasha's chest tightened and she barely kept herself from gasping audibly. You looked so small, so lost. Every few seconds your whole body flinched, causing you to shift just so slightly.

"Y/N...", the redhead whispered. She didn't know what to expect, she didn't even know what else to say.

But the moment your name left her mouth you completely stilled as if you were waiting for something. Natasha took that as a sign to try again.

"Y/N?"

You breath caught in your throat and you raised your head, your eyes finally leaving the ground beneath your legs.

And after what felt like eternity your eyes finally met hers. Looking up at her, your greyish green met her clear emerald eyes. "N-natasha?"

"Heyy", the older woman still whispered and got knelt down to be at your level. Her hand pressed against the glass as if she could touch you through it. Anything to feel closer to you.

"How are you keeping up? You remember me? And the team?" Maybe it was selfish to ask that but she already knew how you were doing aside from that and she didn't want to remind you.

But that seemed to only partially succeed as you subconsciously shifted a bit to the side, bringing only very few more centimeters of space between you and the glass, you and Natasha.

"I-I'm afraid I can't tell you that" your voice was shaky, hands trembling just enough for Natasha to notice. "I'm just not sure", you added shamefully.

"It's okay, don't worry about that", Natasha tried to soothe you.

Quiet whispers come up in the back of your mind. 'natasha, natasha, you need to forget her, natasha'

Those thoughts come and go, the voices never stop forever but right now you tried to focus on her. Because for once she seemed to be actually there. Not just a voice that will belong to no one once you open your eyes. Now, she was there, in person. And maybe you could remember her. You need to. You have a feeling that she's important to remember.

"I remember some things. Names, memories come and go like guests. But only fragments, not enough to create the whole picture"

'you will forget her, natasha-'

"Anything I can do to help you?"

"No...when I saw you a few memories swept into my mind, all together with your name...I don't think you can do much more" You sigh, the voices in the back of your head growing stronger. You know you need to fight them. That's what Hydra anchored in your brain and you need it gone. But the louder the voices get, the more you feel your control slipping.

'Black Widow, need to kill'

The endless cycle of the last few days and even though you're starting to be in control of your mind and yourself longer and longer, you start to grow tired. You just want it to finally end. But they grow louder and louder and you already know that you'll crash eventually.

Natasha noticed the sudden change as well. Your hands started trembling again, your breath became shorter.

'Betrayal, Forget, The End, Natasha'

"I could come in. Let you take my hands or braid my hair. You do that sometimes. Maybe it would-", she starts, wanting to calm you down but you interrupted her

"Natasha, no!" Your voice was low, dangerous and your eyes suddenly held something darker. You tried to keep up with yourself, tried to shut down the voices but with every second it got harder to dominate over Hydra's part of your mind.

"I'm not afraid of you", the redhead tried again. She already got up, walking to the numpad that unlocked your cell.

"BUT I AM!" You cried out. The voices grew louder and all you could do was grasping on the very last bit of being there. Like an almost invisible string that kept you in touch.

'Forget Black Widow, Betrayal, Kill, End'

You jumped up backing away from her.

Voices overlapped, so loud you couldn't bear it.

Someone was talking to you, you couldn't even tell the difference if it was the real Natasha or just another voice.

'Forget, Betrayal, Kill, End'

Natasha watched you pacing, your breath was ragged, hands in your hair. Your whole body was shaking and it broke Natasha's heart.

"Y/N please, listen to me. I'm here", tears filled her eyes. It physically hurt her to see you like that. So torn apart.

Your head was pounding against the palm of your hands, heart racing. You didn't even know where you were anymore and only felt slipping. Slipping away into the darkness. Where you could only watch yourself, screaming at your body without getting a reaction.

"Y/N, please...",

"STOP IT" your hand clashes into the glass wall.

Your eyes met the person who said something. Red hair, green eyes.

'Don't just stand there, do something'

Something seemed familiar.

You need to kill her. She's not supposed to be here.

'Don't just stand there, do something'

No, you don't want to kill her.

"Y/N..."

'Don't just stand there, do something'

And then everything went black.

Natasha could only watch as your body hit the ground with a loud thud. You didn't move, just laid in the middle of the cell.

The conversations never last long. That's what Coulson told her. She should've been prepared.

She needs to get out.

With that she left, the image of you losing the battle in your mind, collapsing, laying on the ground. All of it was burned in her brain.

She left the room, tried to sleep, went on her morning run. All she could think about was you. Everything she saw was a replay of the night. The fear in your eyes just before you lost, your scratched fingers. Nothing would make it go away.

Her own fear of you losing against Hydra's work, fear of you forgetting about her, about yourself, the fear of losing you entirely gnawed at her relentlessly.

And all she could do was watch herself. Force herself to go through her day and come back at night. She needed to see you again. The real you. And she would do anything to achieve that.

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When she entered the room you were still asleep on the small bed in your cell.

As quiet as possible she unlocked the door and stepped inside, sitting down on the floor, right next to your head.

Groaning you opened your eyes. You don't even remember falling asleep after your last talk with Phil.

When you saw a familiar face next to you suddenly you were wide awake.

"Why are you in here??" Immediately you scooted to the other end of the bed, as far away from Natasha as possible.

The panic in your voice was unmistakable.

But this time Natasha didn't give in, this time she went after you, moving on your bed until she sat right in front of you.

"Hey, hey listen to me, okay? Just breathe, deep breaths", she took a deep breath in, clearly wanting you to follow her. And you did.

You repeated this a couple more times until you calmed down a bit. You gaze dropped down to see your hands in Natasha's and give it a gentle squeeze. An unspoken thanks.

"There she is. There's my favorite girl", Natasha says with a smile playing around here lips.

"I'm your favorite?" You asked, a careful smile playing around your lips as well. You knew the answer. Right now you did.

"Always been that way" she replied with a cheeky smile and you let out a small chuckle.

After a short pause the redhead added "I've missed you"

You didn't miss the vulnerability hidden behind those words. You didn't miss how she avoided your gaze for a second.

You just lean on her shoulder. "I've missed you too...but you can't be here Nat", you sighed.

"But I wanna be here. I'm not afraid of you"

"But I am, Nat." You argue softly, your eyes already filling up with tears.

Before she can interrupt you, you continue.

"You-you don't understand I-", Natasha squeezes your hands softly, encouraging you to continue.

"I- I'm scared of hurting you. When I'm not in control of...me the other part wants to kill you. I just don't know if I'll be able to hold back if I lose that control again."

Your tears start falling but you don't even care anymore.

"Every time I see my reflection in the glass I see what they did. I can practically see myself slipping away into that...space and I can't control it. And that scares me shitless. I'm laying here, staring at the ceiling and I don't know anything. I keep remembering more everyday but then at some point I spiral down in that fear and-and then I lose it again and that thing is back in control"

Now Natasha was actually speechless. She hates to see you so broken, so scared. So she just hugged you, choosing silence until you broke it once again.

"The uncertainty just kills me. The uncertainty of maybe I'll forget everything again. The uncertainty of when I might crash again or rather when it'll stop. Helen said it today should've been the last day but I just don't know. I'm afraid I'll forget you..."

Gently she reaches up to your face, tilting it so you have to look at her. "You won't forget me. You can doubt yourself all you want but I won't. Tony won't. He's upstairs, waiting for you to come back. Everyone is. And look at you. At us. You recognized me immediately when you saw me. You became more stable, right? That's what Helen told me this afternoon"

You nod carefully, letting her continue. "Maybe you just need to see the rest again. To ground you. Please. Come back to us"

You look at her hesitantly "What happens when I'm not me again?" You wanted to believe her that everything will turn out fine. But you don't want to hurt your family. Especially Nat.

"Please Y/N, trust yourself. And if you don't trust yourself, then trust me. I know we can manage this. You're not alone. And if you slip, I can protect us. Even if you can't stop yourself, you know that I can stop you."

Her eyes held nothing but honesty. Pure faith in you, full on trust.

"You guys are no good without me anyway, right?" you joke. Your voice was still hoarse from crying.

"Damn right, we aren't"

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You didn't move back to normality instantly. But small steps are progress nonetheless.

So the next morning you went upstairs with Natasha for breakfast.

"You okay?" she asked, your hand in hers as she stood right in front of you.

You took a deep breath and nodded. "I am."

Just before she moved away you caught her wrist again "Tasha?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. I love you"

She chuckled pulling you in by your waist. "Of course. I love you too, princess"

You stood on tiptoes, giving her a quick kiss before pulling her gently towards the door.

It was early enough that no one would be around, Steve out on his run, the rest still asleep.

You didn't meet anyone except for Phil but it was a start. Familiarity. The feeling of another thing that could keep you grounded.

Next thing was dinner in the evening. Still unusual late but Tony ran into you.

He full on walked in on you and Natasha having pizza and for a second he just watched you. You, sitting there like teenagers having late-night pizza on a gaming night.

The moment you noticed him he full on launched on you, pulling you in the biggest dad-hug you ever received. "I missed you, kiddo"

And all you could do was cry and laugh, burying your face in his shoulder "I'm no kid, old man"

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[frost-eyed-autumn]

Chuuya, naturally, has his idea of things. He thinks its the same idea as Neo, but plans change. He's just as ready to rush in as she is, until she's tossing him her umbrella, her jacket, and bringing out what he can only assume are the big guns.

Which isn't really a bad thing, either from an ally-having-his-back perspective and a learning-her-Ability perspective.

Which of course, serves to give him another moment of pause, as she summons some sort of creature that literally breathes fire. Whether the fire is real or another illusion, he's not entirely sure... and he's not sure it matters. Few people would be daring enough to find out the hard way, and he's heard that -- at least theoretically -- the human mind can be tricked into believing a danger is real that isn't, enough to have a biological effect.

Either way, he doesn't plan to just sit out on the sidelines like a cheerleader. He's sure Neo will forgive him for setting her personal effects aside to join in the fight -- any other dandelions still drifting in the air bounce right off his Gravity cloak now that its up, since they aren't liquid or fine powder. He should have kept it up earlier, but that's just what happens sometimes when something is too out of place to register it as a threat -- but that plan doesn't seem to be in his near-future either.

As he's rushing in at Neo's tail, he feels his skin tingle with points of heat, rapidly growing hotter, and doesn't even have time to properly cuss before the seeds go off like multiple small, bloody bombs expanding to the size of bullet wounds.

He at least has two points of luck ; most of them were in his arms, and not his face, and it wouldn't kill him, but the pain and mental shock of trying to consciously register what exactly had happened was enough to make his steps falter and stagger, crashing his shoulder sideways against a wall to keep from tripping to the floor instead.

Oh, it most definitely hurt and slowed him down, long enough that Neo basically solos the fight. And she is most certainly impressive and a force to be reckoned with. The other Ability user doesn't stand a chance, but by the end of it, Chuuya's also gotten a glimpse of her limits.

Everyone has one, including himself. He's not there yet if push comes to shove, but he will be soon if he keeps losing blood at this rate. He wouldn't be surprised if the attack had managed to burst an artery in one of his arms, the only reason he wasn't collapsed or already dead being that he was Arahabaki.

Mori was going to be very not happy about it, and he saw at least a few mandatory days off in his near future (he wasn't even going to be able to do paperwork until his muscles stitched themselves back together) ; but he would heal better than most.

Either way, their immediate enemy is dead, so Chuuya takes a second to find his bearings and walk closer, managing not to sway too much. He's not going to be able to offer her a hand up, but it was the thought that counted, or something like that.

"Hey, are you--"

The movement of another shadow catches his eye, with Neo in between him and them, and he tenses as wind blows around the room. Of course. He should have figured the dandelion guy and the wind user were two entirely different Abilities.

Well... he still has three dead guys to avenge, an unwillingness to add to the body count unless its the enemy, an Ability strongly matched against a type like that, and pain just dull enough not to incapacitate him but sharp enough to piss him off.

Which means he doesn't waste any time snarling and launching himself foot-first at the other person, whose wind Ability might have blown anyone else across the room, but he has Gravity. He can manipulate his density and heaviness to break through their wall of air and hit them dead on, and he's not feeling particularly charitable in holding back. If his enemy is lucky, they'll die on impact. If not, they'll be eating every meal from then on through a milkshake straw in a hospital bed.

His landing after he sends their body shattering against a wall is anything but graceful, stumbling a bit and catching his weight with his back against some other structure in the room, but he's still better off than whoever he kicked.

"Bastard."

𝐎𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?

It takes her moment too long to understand. To fully grasp the situation they're in- but that's always been a problem with her: she's too reckless, too swift to act, so long as it means something gets done. However, it's lucky that Chuuya takes his time. Lucky that Chuuya doesn't immediately agree to her idea, instead peering at their adversary to puzzle over just what they're trying to accomplish. His panicked noise draws her eyes immediately, and his words register a moment later.

...just as her eyes lock on a seed drifting against her cheek.

Only instead of latching on and burrowing, something flickers across her skin, a flash of pink rejecting it.

And Neopolitan smiles.

Handing her parasol down to Chuuya, just in case (but taking her blade), she shrugs out of her jacket as well, pulling her hair up and back into a high, tight ponytail. Dropping her jacket over Chuuya's shoulder, she summons something massive. Something that fills the corridor in front of her even as it hunches down, wings flapping once and sending the dandelions further back—

Before fire fills the corridor, and Neo launches herself into a run up the creature's back. If she's going to do this, she has to do it fast, before whatever these things do activate while they're stuck inside her new employer. Following the burning shot, she splinters into multiple targets after making the Manticore disappear, following the scrambling figure in the dark as they attempt to try and send more seeds flying her way, aiming at each 'version' of her in turn. Most that reach her hit her aura and fall to the wayside, but even that can only take so many. And with how many illusions she's pulled today, she's reaching the bottom of her reserves.

Still, it's enough.

One of her selves slides across the ground, forcing him to stumble backwards, only for another to slam into him for one side. The final one braces so Neo can use her as a springboard, launching herself over her feet first. She rides the body to the ground, taking a fist to the cheek that makes her mouth bleed as her lip and cheek catch her teeth. But she doesn't let herself get thrown off, bringing her sword up and then down in one swift, brutal stab. The arm that had hit her comes up to try and ward the thin blade off, thinking it too weak to pierce- but Hush does what it was made to do and silences the body beneath her as Neo bears down with the full brunt of her weight.

When the twitching beneath her stops, she falls back onto her ass with a gasp of breath, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth as she peers back at Chuuya, nothing but a pair of eerily glowing, white-tinged pupils in the dark of her silhouette.

Her aura flickers in warning, a pink shimmer in the gloom, and she frowns as she wavers slightly, swaying from side to side where she sits.

Ah... she really overdid it with those last few duplicates, didn't she?

[tryandbehappy]

What ending concerning Nick and June would you hate the most ? Maybe not hate, but at least dislike. Something that make you say to yourself : " what the f***??? They completely ruin their character ! "

For Nick and June together as a couple or at least as two people who deeply love each other, and for each character separately, individually.

I will absolutely hate the finale if it’s not tied together in some meaningful way if there’s no emotional or thematic payoff. Like, if they just randomly skip over past conflicts and start cooperating for no reason, and it all feels emotionally flat? That would be a total disaster for me.

Also, if it’s poorly acted, or badly filmed, or just not emotional or long enough if it feels rushed or empty that’s literally my worst-case scenario. Take Stiles and Lydia, for example, that’s the blueprint for a bad endgame. We waited forever for their resolution, and what did we get? Two seconds of screen time, holding hands, barely visible from behind, and a kiss that had no emotion, no passion, and was awkwardly acted. It was like the actors had already mentally checked out. That’s the kind of ending I fear most.

Another thing that would really piss me off is if something happens that’s wildly out of character. Like, if Nick suddenly stops loving June or if she stops loving him and the show doesn’t even explain it. That would be bizarre after everything they’ve built up, and it would feel so incomplete and unsatisfying.

I’m honestly fine with most other possibilities. I know things could end tragically. Of course, I really don’t want Nick to die. And I definitely don’t want some Casablanca-style ending Nick sacrifices himself so june and Luke can escape. That’s been done before and it would just feel tired. I probably wouldn’t hate it if it were well executed, but it’s absolutely not what I want.

Other endings I don’t want? Honestly, that’s pretty much it. Everything else is bearable. I don’t care what happens to Rose or Luke, those arcs are completely secondary to me. Obviously, they’re not going to run away to Paris, but how iconic would it be if the final shot was them sitting together at a Parisian café, calling back to that “our first date will be in Paris” line? That would be amazing. 😀

What I really want are emotional scenes. I want them to start as early as episode 9. I want a real reunion, not just surface-level resolution. And yeah, I’d love for them to have sex again 🥵 we haven’t had an intimate scene since season 2, and it would honestly revive the fandom a little. But I don’t really see where that could fit right now, so who knows.

At the very least, I need June to finally say she loves Nick clearly, out loud and I need him to see it. I want them to reconcile. That’s important. I want their conflict to be behind them. And I want it to have meaning. I want it to connect to the earlier themes of the show, so I can make a killer video edit showing how everything led to this. I want a conclusion that makes sense emotionally and narratively. That’s all I ask.

[fickleminder]

the intern

Office!AU. There’s a charming new intern at your office.

Written for the Blacjak’s Prompt Roulette event organized by @obeymevents! My prompt was Office!AU 😬

"Hi! How's it going?"

You nearly jumped out of your seat. The handsome face beaming at you was unfamiliar, a stranger and an enigma. Who the hell was this cheery on a Monday morning?

"Um, I'm doing alright, I guess." You glanced around, but nobody seemed to be paying the two of you any attention. "Can I help you?"

"It's my first day here! Figured I'd take the office tour and get to know some people along the way!"

"Oh, I didn't see your introduction email…"

The man's grin dropped a few megawatts. "Introduction email?"

"I'm not sure if your boss mentioned this yet, but it's common practice for new hires to send out an email to the entire department on their first day," you explained. "Just a simple icebreaker, nothing fancy: a little bit about your background, your hobbies, which team you've been assigned to…"

"I'm uh— I'm just an intern! Interns don't have to do that, do they?"

"No, they don't. I guess you're good then."

Being an intern made more sense. No full time hire would be this enthusiastic about working a desk job forty hours a week. Interns could at least afford to count the days until they had to return their badges and never look back.

That being said, this man definitely seemed much older than most interns your company usually hired. A mid-career switch, perhaps? Either way, you were in no position to judge, and the least you could do was make him feel more welcomed here. Deciding to take a break from staring at your monitor all day, you introduced yourself. "Where are you seated? Who's your mentor?"

"Call me Yamamoto! My cubicle is right outside the printer room, and I'll be working under Lucifer!" Yamamoto adjusted his glasses, his eyes glinting with excitement as he leaned in. His cologne tickled your nose pleasantly. "Is it true that he'll fire you if you don't hand in your paperwork?"

You shook your head with a laugh, wondering if Mephisto had already gotten to the poor guy. "Lucifer is strict and has high standards, but he's also fair. I'll let you in on a secret: so long as you get your work done on time and show up for meetings, he won't mind if you come in a little late or leave a little earlier."

"Thank you, that's good to know!" Yamamoto checked his watch and pouted. "I have to go now, but it was nice meeting you! I hope you won't mind if I stop by to chat again?"

"Not at all," you smiled. Yamamoto was a breath of fresh air you didn't know you needed. Easy on the eyes too, especially with that slicked-back hair and sharp jawline. "I'll see you around."

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"—never did ask, what do you do here?"

"I'm part of IT, but not front line support. Basically I'm supposed to step in only if there's anything the service desk needs to escalate or can't handle."

"Sounds like they call on you often."

"That obvious, huh? Those guys are supposed to be tech trained, and yet they come to me even for stuff they can find solutions to on the internet. It's really frustrating sometimes."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You must be pretty busy then. I'm not imposing, am I? It's halfway through lunchtime and you're still at your desk…"

"Nah, I usually pack my own meals since it gets pretty crowded in the staff canteen. Speaking of, do you know where to go for food? I can recommend a few places if you want."

"Do tell!"

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After the printer finally finished spitting out all of your documents, you put your phone away and gathered them up. The warmth from the papers was a soothing contrast to the chill of the air-conditioner, especially on this side of the floor. You clutched the stack close to your chest as you sighed and started making your way back to your desk.

"Are you okay?" Yamamoto's head popped up from behind the dividers of his cubicle. You'd forgotten this was where he sat. "That was a pretty loud sigh."

"I'm good. Nothing like freshly printed paper to make you feel like you're getting a warm hug," you joked.

Yamamoto was already halfway out of his chair with open arms before he caught himself. He cleared his throat with an awkward laugh. "Oh, sorry, I don't know what came over me. Haha…"

It was your turn to look concerned. "You doing alright there?"

"Yes, yes," he coughed into his fist before straightening with a smile. "If you have some time for a break, how about a coffee? I haven't tried all the capsule flavors yet."

"Sounds good to me!" You were ahead of schedule anyway. A third cup wouldn't hurt. "Let me put these away first and I'll meet you at the pantry."

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"—heard he's ex-military, but he really doesn't seem like the type. He's bad at saying no, so more often than not we end up taking the shit other teams throw at us."

"Yikes, that's rough. I'll have to talk to Levi about that."

"Huh?"

"Uh, I mean, Lucifer wanted me to meet the different team leads as part of my program, for exposure! I could bring up your issue with him, if you like."

"That's really sweet of you, but unless you can convince him to give me a raise, don't worry about it. Just focus on your internship and learn all that you can, okay? I'll be fine; I've been doing this for years now."

"If you insist…"

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"Four hot chocolates."

"Three, but I'll throw in one of the Christmas capsules."

"Deal." Yamamoto rummaged in his bag for sachets of caffeine-free tea. "I can't believe we have to resort to bartering for these things."

"Hey, when an unmentionable colleague constantly cleans out the pantry, you do what you gotta do: hoard and trade." You dug through your own stash hidden in a drawer. "At least the weekly refills are always on schedule."

"Is that code?" Yamamoto peered at the colorful text on your monitor as he handed you the tea. "I didn't realize you were a programmer too."

"Just a side project I'm working on when I have some time. It's supposed to help the service desk track cases better, and manage our hardware and software lifecycles," you explained. "Technically out of my job scope, but Levi's been pretty supportive since he thinks this could be a useful initiative with the enough manpower and resources. I just need to get a proof-of-concept working first…"

"Half of what you said flew over my head, but I'm rooting for you!" Yamamoto gave you a thumbs up before arching an eyebrow at the goods you handed him. "Wait, four hot chocolates?"

"Intern special." You winked and tossed the Christmas capsule towards him. "And because you're cute."

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"I need you to drop whatever you're doing and head to management's floor."

"What— now? But Levi, we have that meeting in ten minutes…"

"Lucifer's orders. He wants to talk to you about an assessment or something. Don't worry about the meeting, I can tank it."

"You're my boss; shouldn't you be there too?"

"I would, but he asked for you only. Better not make him wait."

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You knew — you just knew — it had to do with Yamamoto somehow. The guy had just wrapped up his internship and left last week, and now you were being called into the head honcho's office.

Did he leave negative feedback during his exit interview? Had you behaved unprofessionally? You did interact with him more than strictly necessary, especially since both of you were in different teams, but he never seemed to mind your company. In fact, Yamamoto was always friendly, inviting and—

—sitting in the CEO's chair, glasses off and hair slightly tousled and a freshly pressed suit fitting him in all the right ways.

His eyes were up there, you had to remind yourself.

"—above and beyond the call of duty, don't you agree, Lucifer?"

"Yes, Diavolo." The lines on Lucifer's forehead said otherwise, but he was in no position to argue with the man who literally owned the entire building they were in. "Though, to conduct a staff evaluation in the middle of the financial year—"

"I saw it on a show once and had to try it! It was a very enlightening experience." He shot you the same wide smile you'd seen countless times over the past few months, one that never failed to send your stomach on a rollercoaster. For entirely different reasons this time, however. "Apologies for the deception, but I called you here to share some of my findings since you were instrumental in assisting my evaluation."

Shit, you couldn't remember anything he'd said before this. "Uh, you're welcome sir?"

"No need to be so formal, haha!" His boisterous laughter drowned out Lucifer's groan. "You'll be happy to hear about the new innovation fund I'm proposing. But before that, regarding that raise you mentioned…"

[honeyspeeches]

Hi! thanks so much for your response. Because you took the time to write out your thoughts, I want to extend the same effort and respond to your interpretation. I find I can best do this by responding to each of your points one by one, so bear with me as I try to back up my claims and clear up some confusion I may have caused.

I also want to preface this by saying that the analysis above is a bit less refined than my main analysis, which was my focus, and was more so a by-product of the observations I made while rewatching Voltron for the main analysis. So, with that out of the way, I'd like to answer some of your concerns. I've put it all under the cut so that I don't spam people's dashes lol

"the main reason they act more “mature” (more on track than the rest of the paladins) is because of their proximity to the galra in s1-2 right? they have that in common, a reason to hate the galra most thus motivating them to get the job done accordingly and add to that their sense of responsibility towards the team. [...] none of them know the scale of their cause like shiro and allura and add to that the responsibility they bear towards the team."

Firstly, thank you for trying to define maturity here! I admit that is one hole in the analysis that I didn't define clearly, the parameters to which I compared all of their behaviour to. So, let me start by trying to define it here.

"1. The quality of behaving mentally and emotionally like an adult. 2. a very advanced or developed form or state."

This is the definition given by Cambridge's dictionary page [x]

It states that maturity is the "quality of behaving mentally and emotionally like an adult." Since we don't know Allura's age, the way in which we can determine whether she shows maturity is by comparing her to other adult characters in the series, whose ages we do know, or at least can infer based on their personalities and their characteristics. This is what I tried to do in my original analysis, by pointing out moments where she interacts with other, older characters.

Let's start with mentally.

Allura is the one to decide what to do when Sendak attacks in Episode 1:

[Season 1, Episode 1: The Rise of Voltron, 48:21]

As Shiro states, this is because she has experience, and she knows what to do.

[Season 1, Episode 1, The Rise of Voltron, 46:16]

To compare to the other adult character in Voltron, whose age we know, let's look at Shiro. Shiro also usually decides what the team should do. To compare to another adult character, Kolivan also is the one who lays down the plan, when on missions in the Blade of Marmora. This is because they all have more experience than the ones they give orders to. So, she has that in common with two other adult characters.

She also expresses caution, just like Shiro does and Kolivan do:

[Season 2, Episode 5: Eye of the Storm, 10:34 ; Season 2, Episode 8: The Blade of Marmora, 03:25]

Another thing she has in common with two other adult characters.

Allura also heads the meeting with Kolivan in Season 3, Episode 1: Changing of the Guard, and tries to amend Keith's outburst.

Based on this, we can conclude that Allura shares more similarities with the other adult characters of the show, rather than the younger characters, mentally (in the first two seasons and episode 1 of season 3).

Next we have emotionally:

[Season 1, Episode 9: Crystal Venom, 22:36]

[Season 3, Episode 1: Changing of the Guard, 22:26]

Both of these times Allura is showing incredible emotional maturity in her response to stressful situations, especially ones which relate to her personally (as seen in season 1 already, for example). Both of these times, Allura lost someone close to her, yet she responded incredibly gracefully to both situations.

And, as I said in my first analysis, she mostly shares her emotional worries with the older characters of the show (Shiro in Season 2, Episode 5 and Coran in Season 3 Episode 1). This implies her level of maturity, as she can best "spar" with someone who has the same level of maturity as she does.

Secondly, I'd like to point out that Shiro doesn't hate the Galra the same way Allura does. In season 1, Episode 1, Shiro tells Hunk that they can't let the Galra have the Blue Lion because he knows their goal. He is expressing caution and moral righteousness, rather than hatred. He also doesn't use as harsh language against the Galra, the same way Allura does:

[Season 1, Episode 1: The Rise of Voltron, 19:41]

“You don't understand. These monsters spread like a plague throughout the galaxy, destroying everything in their path. There's no bargaining with them. They won't stop until everything is dead."

Compared to here:

[Season 5, Episode 1: The Prisoner, 06:33]

"One of the most bloodthirsty race of murderers this universe has ever known."

And in fact, he trusts the Blade of Marmora once he regains his memories. When he finds out Keith is half-Galra, he also doesn't treat him any differently, unlike Allura.

This is because Shiro doesn't hate the Galra, I actually doubt Shiro hates anything. He is the moral compass of Voltron, and he knows what's right and what is wrong. He is pointing to the Galra's imperialism and colonialism as wrong, because it is at the detriment of the conquered planets, and he points to Allura's prejudice as wrong, because he sees that she is judging every Galra as bad before she gets to know them. He sees that her prejudice blinds her. And Allura sees this too by the end of season 2:

[Season 2, Episode 9: Belly of the Weblum]

However, again, she regresses completely from this in season 3-8.

"besides, allura had so many “immature” moments in s1-2. mostly season 1 very similar to the other paladins, she literally was constantly in a rush to get the paladins ready, pushing them till they snap, she literally started a fucking food fight 😂. and in season 2 her rashness drove her to go on a mission which jeopardized the entire team twice not once (in collect and extract s1 she insists on going on that mission), and (ark of taujeer s2 she leaves even though the castle can’t operate wout her) much like heith. and she lets her prejudice prevail in the episode shiro’s escape. [MY SHAYLAS] and as grounding shiro is to keith, he grounds allura too."

I would not constitute the behaviours you presented here as immature, because of her intention with them. She was in a rush to train the paladins because she understood the direness of their situation. She only has inexperienced pilots to deal with, and Zarkon is still conquering planets as they fumble with their Lions. Furthermore, if her rush is immature, then Shiro's rush here is immature as well

[Season 1, Episode 2: Some Assembly Required, 09:12]

and we all know Shiro to be the most mature one of them all. So it's not immature, even if it is impatient.

Furthermore, yes! She is rash, just like Keith! However, unlike Keith, these behaviours are a bit more refined, as in the reason behind them are more due to the importance of her situation, rather than her own personal shortcomings (Keith is rash and impulsive because he doesn't have respect for authority, and because he has a hard time working in a team, having spent his whole life alone. Allura is rash because she wants to solve problems quickly and efficiently. These are two different things). Moreover, they do not occur as often as it does for Keith. This aligns with the second definition of maturity as stated by the Cambridge Dictionary:

"a very advanced, or developed form or state."

I stated multiple times in the main analysis as well as the one above, that Allura was meant to be a more mature version of Keith, as it ties into her and Shiro's parallel with Keith and Lance, respectively. Allura and Shiro in seasons 1-2 were meant to show us Lance and Keith's work relationship once they mature, grow and put aside their differences (especially Lance). We see this parallel on its way to being fulfilled in season 3, when Lance grounds Keith the same way Shiro grounds Allura, as you state above:

and as grounding shiro is to keith, he grounds allura too.

[Season 1, Episode 9: Crystal Venom, 22:30 ; Season 3, Episode 1: Changing of the Gaurd, 22:19 respectively]

I pointed this out in my original analysis as well. Shiro is to Allura what Lance is to Keith. They have many parallels that are consistent throughout the first three seasons.

"I think that putting her in blue was a mistake for the reason you said, she lost her leadership rank. nevertheless I think that she does mature after s1-2 but with the pace and the sudden changes she gets to a point where she has limited options."

I didn't (at least intentionally) try to imply that I thought this decision was a mistake, but rather that it brought about changes in her personality which are inconsistent with the characteristics she shows in the first two seasons. Her flying the Blue Lion does force her into an unknown environment, where she is much less comfortable, however, she learns very quickly to adjust to her new environment, as Lance also states here:

[Season 3, Episode 6: Tailing a Comet, 05:55]

This tells us that we should see Allura gain more confidence, but unfortunately, that is not what we see:

Allura expresses doubt in herself and her abilities multiple times, and none of these are related to the Blue Lion, but rather with her own, personal abilities. This is inconsistent with who she was in season 1 and 2, and it also makes her a static character:

"A static character is one that does not undergo inner changes [...] The personality of this character remains the same at the end of the story as it appeared in the beginning." [x]

Unfortunately, this describes Allura perfectly. Her change in characteristics from s1-2 to s3, is a regression of her personality. And once this regression occurs, her personality does not change at all.

[Season 5, Episode 1: The Prisoner, 06:33]

[Season 8, Episode 10: Knights of Lights, Pt. II, 15:31]

"LOTOR! he symbolized so much!!! he was the product of galra and altean unity.. he constantly praised allura’s dad, I do not think he was disingenuous with his praise.. having him as an ally was a huge step for the coalition because now they get to operate within the corrupt system."

I don't deny any of what you said. I don't deny that Lotor was most likely very genuine in his praise of not only Allura, but of Alteans in general. BUT, he did those things with an ulterior motive, to gain something that he needed for his plan (Allura's alchemy abilities). As I said in my original analysis, although Lotor may have gained real, genuine feelings for Allura, it does not change the intentions he went in with working with Voltron. Lotor's plan was always to manipulate Voltron (including Allura) into helping him by pretending that his generals had betrayed him. He always had an ulterior motive. He confirms this for us in Season 6:

[Season 6, Episode 6: All Good Things, 07:34]

My point wasn't whether it was beneficial for them to work with the Galra or not, because obviously it is. If they work together with the Galra, they essentially have no reason to fight them. Nor was my point whether Lotor's feelings for Allura were genuine. My point was mainly to focus on Allura's reactions and how they differ from her reactions when she is introduced.

allura recognized all of those things, she wasn’t naive she was hopeful and desperate. she had no other option but to trust him and gain the oriond powers that would get them steps over the galra power that been growing for the past 10,000 years.

"Naive: too willing to believe that someone is telling the truth, that people's intentions in general are good, or that life is simple and fair. People are often naive because they are young and/or have not had much experience in life."

This is the definition of "naive" from the Cambridge dictionary website [x]. Allura exhibits many of these traits listed here. The first time in Season 3, Episode 4: Hole in the Sky, when she meets the Other Alteans:

[Season 3, Episode 4: Hole in the Sky, 14:37]

She assumes that they have good intentions, therefore she helps them get the comet.

The second time in season 5, episode 5: Bloodlines, when she says this:

[Season 5, Episode 5: Bloodlines, 04:44]

Here, Allura is being naive because she assumes Lotor's and Kuron's intentions to be good, despite witnessing them both going behind her back to have Lotor gain massive power (power that he can use against her). In fact, she exhibits naive behaviour all through the episodes until season 6, Episode 4, when Lotor's plan is revealed, and she admits it herself that her naivety was beneficial to Lotor in episode 6:

[Season 6, Episode 6: All Good Things, 05:06]

And unfortunately, what you described, Allura being hopeful and desperate, can lead to naivety, and does make her more susceptible to manipulation, as you also state here:

at this point the paladins did not present any other better plan and the voice of sound in the group was absent leaving her and the rest open to manipulation

And in fact, Allura says the same thing in season 8:

[Season 8, Episode 1: Launch Date, 01:46]

So, it seems we're in agreement that they were all manipulated, much for the reasons you stated. And Allura agrees:

[Season 6, Episode 6: All Good Things, 05:13]

I am not reprimanding Allura for being manipulated, because, as you say, she was backed into a corner, and she was also being manipulated by someone she trusted a lot (Kuron); nor am I imparting any moral judgement here. I am simply observing that these new characteristics, her naivety and her lack of confidence, benefit her manipulator, who is Lotor in this case (and Kuron, as an agent for Haggar).

As for my own personal preference, I do prefer her characterisation in season 1-2, not only because that is what we were presented first, but because I, personally, find it more compelling and interesting. I have read many female characters before, who doubt their abilities and only seem to gain more confidence through encouragement by a male character (usually their love interest), so to be presented with Allura the way she was in seasons 1-2, I found it very refreshing.

If you disagree, that is totally fair and I respect that. As I said, that is all personal preference, and you are completely entitled to your own opinion.

I hope I cleared some things up!

ALLURA’S REGRESSION IN MATURITY

I remember a rumor after season 3 came out that Allura was originally written to be Shiro’s age in the first two seasons, but her age was lowered to match the other paladins in season 3 so that she fit in more as a paladin. Well, I found some evidence of this:

Shiro and Allura as equals

Firstly, Allura is seen in season 1-2 mostly sparring intellectually and emotionally with Shiro rather than the other (younger) paladins:

[Season 1, Episode 5: Eye of the Storm, 09:09]

Here we have Allura “sparring” emotionally with Shiro, again, and also a quite sweet moment where he takes her hand. We saw everyone surrounding her when she collapsed by the controls earlier this episode, but here, she is alone with Shiro, and discussing her worries with him only. He also discusses his worries with her. 

[Season 1, Episode 10: Collection and Extraction, 04:15]

Her insistence here is reasonable. She used her previous knowledge of Galra supply lines as a reason, whereas in Season 3, she didn’t have much of a reason at all, only a desire to see if there were any Alteans there.

Shiro agrees to have her on the mission, because he sees her reason and can’t argue against it. I don’t think he even really wants to, recognising that her knowledge is invaluable to their mission. The only reason he looks at Coran while shrugging is because Coran looked to him for help to let her stay back, due to his overprotectiveness. Shiro enables her and respects her as a member of the team, just like the others, and he sees her as an equal.

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[tddyhyck]

lmao it’s always mark and jaemin laughing at those dirty jokes 😭 but idk if jaemin is a perv??? Do u mind elaborating on those other pervs pls🙏🙏🙏

i think jaem just loves being crazy like he’s down right kooky and i love that about him

i think hyuck is the most outright pervy and he isn’t shy where as jisung is secretly a freak but he’s probably embarrassed for it until he meets someone to match his freak u know

hyuck is the type to just walk up behind you and grind against you or grope you would love to just fondle your tits or shove his fingers in you 🥺🥺 also would love to be watched like he would get off on just jerking off where he knows you’re gonna find him ,, like he waits until you’re outside of his house to strip and jerk off on the couch so you can walk in on him like that would get him off ,,,

but ji is more of a peeper imo he’s an introvert and is a people watcher fr i also think he’d watch the nastiest porn and have like serious post nut clarity like why TF was i watching that u know but once he finds his match you would have to be gross first u know like pull all the filth out of him but once the first shoe drops he’s freaking with you ,,, also think he would love mutual masturbation like watching you get off while he gets off ,,, saying filthy things to each other ,,, also think he would be creepy while u slept like grinding against u or jerking off into your sleeping mouth ,,, like you’d wake up with cum drying on your ass

jaem and mark are def next imo mark is more shy to be pervy but i do think he would love being a little freak once he knew you were comfy and jaem is just weird like he probably loves weird sex and roleplay

mark would be pervy in more but i think he’d get off to hearing other people or hearing you and would Love phone sex like just you in his ear whining and talking to him ,,, he’d probably make you record voice memos for him ,,, buT i also think he’d like hearing other people like jerking off to two of his friends fucking and he’d be so embarrassed after but he cums so hard ,,, ear pressed against the wall or even the door jerking off until he has a pool in his pants ,,,

jaem tho is a roleplayer not that that is inherently pervy but i think he’d like pervy situations or just inappropriate ones like student teacher or dr and patient and he’d like to play both roles ,,,, also think he’d like step parents and step kid ,,, like he wants to be your icky stepdad ,,, teaching his precious girl how to touch herself or how to take cock ,,, oR letting you be his milfy stepmom 🤤🤤🤤 and jaem seems adventurous to at least hear out every kink maybe not try everything but definitely respects them lol

now renjun chenle and jeno are also pervy but i don’t think it’s the same kind of pervy i think they are only pervs for their partner if that makes sense like they want to be perverted but only with you whereas the other boys would get off regardless of if they were watching or listening or fucking their partner u know

[valeriecherishes]

i definitely understand the desire to doom and detach from the show, and i do think it makes sense to use this as an opportunity to get ourselves to a more "manage your expectations" mindset since this show is extremely.... not planned out to say the least, so they really can change course whenever.

but beyond that, i do think that this could actually be a good thing for bucktommy overall, if they are intended on keeping that thread open (which i believe they are). i think that they wanted these last few episodes to be bobby and grief focused, rightfully, so anything resembling a reconciliation for bt would have been rushed and possibly centered in grief, which may not have been particularly satisfying and people would use that as a way to devalue their reunion/feelings for each other.

as much as i find it sad that buck likely doesn't get a more personal "win" that is entirely his at the end of the season, i wouldn't be shocked if they are setting him up for potential captaincy and by proxy wanted to show the audience that he can rely on himself and trust his own value before eventually getting back to his love life next season, especially so his final arc this season would be all about bobby. i personally think this could have still been shown with tommy by his side, but i wouldn't be shocked if they wanted him to stand by the "learn how to be alone" idea from 8x11 for the rest of the season without going back on it in a handful of episodes. it allows him to have a reason to be single while still not closing the book on bucktommy.

but, i think the reality is that buck does not have any good longer term love interest options other than tommy. by far this is his canon love interest that has gotten the most love and investment from fans (and engagement from all the drama from bvddies), and that is VERY hard to achieve when a ship does not involve two main characters. it's rare to find that especially this late in the show. since buck does not have any main characters he can reasonably be paired with atm, i think after the fan reaction to their 8x06 breakup, they likely realized they had something with potential here that can be made into a longer term love interest.

i know a lot of people are confused about why they would re-open the thread by bringing tommy back for a few episodes and then not resolving it this season, but i would not be shocked if they realize they have genuine "will they/won't they" potential and didn't want to waste that reunion in an arc that is centered around grief. i think they intentionally brought him back to keep him in our memory, made their breakup seem much more fixable and less final, and re-open the thread with the intention to likely return to it. and on a social media engagement level, i wouldn't be shocked if they still wanted to play both sides by kicking the can to the next season to avoid the bvddie backlash of having bvddie not going canon again AND buck being in a relationship again in a finale and having them crash out all summer even more than they already will.

i think the last bucktommy scenes being positive and open-ended and tommy continuing to get more enmeshment into the lore of the show through the flashbacks at least likely shows an intention to continue that story next season, which can, if done right, involve a less rushed, more satisfying reunion and more potential for it to be long-lasting in the end by giving it the care of dragging it out beyond a rushed end-of-finale montage.

i definitely wanted the personal satisfaction of getting a reunion now, but i am very hopeful that this is a good sign. i think how lou spoke in his interview and how oliver is speaking in this interview implies, to me, that they are likely expecting more because it ultimately makes the most sense that they would go back to them based on their last interaction. anything can happen of course, they could change their minds at any moment and 8x16 could be tommy's last appearance forever, but as of now i think if they want buck to have any somewhat viable option for endgame that will be liked by fans (or at least a longer term love interest), tommy just makes sense and would be hard to replicate with another character this late in the game in terms of fan engagement and ability to be weaved into the dynamics of the show. and i think the writers know that by how they've ended them on a hopeful note.

[kingedwardviii]

did david and wallis share a bed?

Yes, they did on a regular basis, if not every single night.

Throughout their marriage, David and Wallis typically had separate bedrooms at all of their residences which was the normal set up for royal or even just wealthy/aristocratic couples during the mid-20th century. There were also practical reasons they might've slept separately at least some times; Wallis had digestive issues, as well as anxiety, that often kept her up at night and David smoked which Wallis hated the smell of. But very often they would spend at least part of the night together, usually in Wallis's bed. There are a lot of sources on this that basically tell the same story:

-Aline, Countess of Romanones who stayed with the Windsors often recalled that she would frequently hear David in Wallis's room at night and that Wallis told her David would come to Wallis's room regularly at night and they'd stay up very late talking. (“The Dear Romance” article, PDF pg. 11/15)

-In the documentary Edward on Edward, C.Z. Guest said they slept in the same bed every night. She stayed in the same house as them on many occasions and knew others who had as well.

-Wallis's wrote a letter to David telling him not to sleep in his bedroom at The Mill because it was a 'fire trap' and wanting him to sleep in her room while there without her, which implies that when they were staying there together it probably wasn't the norm for him to actually sleep in that room or at least wouldn't be going forward. (Secret File of the Duke of Windsor by Michael Bloch pg. 288)

-Another interesting reference in their letters from around the same time is in a 1955 letter when David bemoans going back to his “lonely bed” in Wallis's absence. (Secret File pg. 286)

-I'm not going to cite specifics but there are also a ton of comments from letters exchanged by WE prior to they were married implying they regularly spent nights together before the abdication as well. David also made comments indicating a knowledge of Wallis's habits, health, and body that would imply they had lived together and shared a bed.

-People who traveled with them in the summer of 1936 on the Nahlin, including Diana Cooper, believed they were sharing a bed.

-Wallis's memoirs indicate they were sharing a bed in Nassau when David was awoken in the early hours of the morning and informed of Harry Oakes's murder. (The Heart Has Its Reasons pg. 346)

Thanks for asking and have a nice day!

[blackcatxmagic]

Jamie was definitely cute, that was for sure, and Vale liked the way the guy kept him on his toes. Moreover, he liked that it didn't feel as though anything was serious with him. Most of the time, the only way that Vale got through any given day was by pretending all the terrible things in his past hadn't happened, putting them in a box and locking them away. It was why he'd been getting into so much trouble back in Seattle too - he couldn't process any of the most painful things he'd locked away. So it was nice to just mentally say "fuck it" and go with it, which is what Jamie seemed to do (at least in Vale's limited experience). That was why Vale found his mood change so suddenly, well that and the fact that Jamie was, again, incredibly cute. "I bet you can get away with anything with a face like yours," Vale said, smiling at Jamie. "I chose the right accomplice."

Although Vale had kind of just been flirting, he had also kind of been serious, so he smirked at Jamie's reply. "Well...I guess I insist then," Vale said, his afternoon suddenly looking up. Even if Jamie hadn't meant it, Vale still enjoyed the banter. "And don't worry, your secret criminal underworld past is safe with me. We're in this together now, two partners in crime, out to break into a car." Yes, it was Vale's car, but they were technically breaking in. They walked together through the thrift store, Vale listening to Jamie with rapt attention. "I feel a little like you're my Jedi master right now," he admitted, "and I'm like apprentice. Teach me your ways. Do you have a lot of rules? Like...should I be writing this down?" Obviously he was kidding, Vale smiling at Jamie. He noticed the rack with empty wire hangers too, and Vale suggested, "Maybe I can create a distraction, running his fingers through his hair and giving it a flip; he'd distracted people this way before. But then he realized no one was around, and Vale admitted, "You know, I'm almost disappointed."

Once they were outside, Vale laughed and said, "So in our effort to commit one crime, we committed another first. We're definitely getting thrown in the slammer for this if we get caught. I mean, we stole a hanger and are about to break into my own car. We're cold-blooded." They reached Vale's car, and he looked around to see how many people were in the vicinity. "Should I like...stand behind you or something while you do this?" he asked. "To block you from view I mean, not because I want to stand behind you. Though...I don't not want to do that either."

Jamie looked at Vale and took his sunglasses off, tucking them into his shirt. "You're gonna have to tell me what those skills are so I can judge you as a person," he said jokingly, despite his deadpan delivery. Whoever he was, he was probably having a much worse day than Jamie's, and he decided to go easy on him. For now at least.

"Vale, if that's an offer, I might take you up on it if you insist," he teased. Unlike Vale, Jamie didn't have many people he considered real friends, and hadn't for years. Any time people tried to get close, he pushed away knowing exactly what would happen if he let them get too close again. He didn't want to ever get burned like that again. Maybe it wasn't healthy, but it sure beat having to deal with the heartache. There was nothing worse than that.

"They can't prove anything, and neither can you, so if you even bring up that I have a criminal history, I'm gonna deny it and say you're insane," Jamie joked, this time smiling. "Hm... I don't think so. I can just offer like ten cents for one and they'll give it to me. I'm there often enough," he shrugged when Vale wondered if they'd have to buy anything to get a hanger. "Rule number one of not being a sucker: no credits. If you can't pay it now, you can't pay it ever, so I'm not putting you in any kind of debt. Ten cents isn't a high price to pay for a ride around town, if you ask me!"

As they made their way into the shop, Jamie waked over to one of the empty racks near the register where a few hangers sat without any clothes on them. The associates must've been busy, because he didn't see anyone at the front of the shop. "Vale... we're gonna walk out of here." He reached for an empty wire hanger and tucked it under his arm, looking around just in case any of the associates did come to the front of the shop. Figuring they were busy with other customers, Jamie cooly sauntered right back out of the door, not stopping to look back. "See? Didn't even need to buy a thing!"