#libraries are amazing tell me I'm wrong

[enby-bunny-mom]

*me running through a creepy hallway*

*sees library*

*screeches to a halt*

I shall now be a weird NPC.

STOP SPEEDRUNNING MY TOWER YOU INGRATES

[woniedarlin]

XO,I'm Yours

pairing: Jungwon x fem! Reader

genre: XO, Kitty au

synopsis: Having a massive crush on Jungwon is tough. Every time he’s around, your brain malfunctions, and instead of acting normal, you… avoid him. He’s calm, chill, and entirely out of your league (at least, that’s what you tell yourself). Enter Kitty, the matchmaker, determined to make things happen. With her “help,” you find yourself in the most awkward yet heart-racing moments with Jungwon.

The worst part? Jungwon is noticing you now. And it’s making everything so much more complicated. But maybe… Kitty’s plan wasn’t so bad after all.

author's note: This was requested by @firstclassjaylee . Thank you for this idea!!! Please let me know the pronouns for the og XO Kitty characters! I wasn’t sure, so if I got them wrong, I’d happily change them immediately. Apologies in advance for not being able to mention all the characters. Happy reading!

caution: This fic contains extreme secondhand embarrassment and an excessive amount of Jungwon-induced butterflies. Read at your own risk!

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n

The plan was simple. Avoid Jungwon at all costs.

It wasn’t that he was mean. That was the problem. Jungwon was nice. The kind of nice that made your stomach do flips and made you feel like an idiot for getting so flustered over someone just existing. So, instead of embarrassing yourself, you settled for admiring him from afar. No eye contact. No unnecessary conversations. Easy.

At least, it was easy...until Kitty found out.

“You have a massive crush on him,” Kitty said one afternoon with her arms crossed.

“No, I don’t.” You knew lying was pointless, but still, you had to try.

Kitty gave you a look. “You walked into a door last week because he was standing near it.”

Your face burned. “That was an accident.”

“Sure,” she said unimpressed. “Look, lucky for you, I happen to be amazing at matchmaking. And I happen to have a plan.”

You blinked. “A plan?”

“Step one: Stop avoiding him.”

You immediately shook your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Too bad because I already started.”

Your stomach dropped. “Kitty. What did you do?”

She just grinned. “You’ll see.”

And just like that, your quiet little crush? It was about to become very complicated.

💌

You should have known Kitty wouldn’t waste any time. The very next day, you find yourself in an unavoidable situation.

It started in the Library. You had just settled in your usual corner, buried in a book, when Kitty slid into the seat across from you.

“What are you—”

“Shh.” She put a finger to her lips. “Just act natural.”

That’s when you saw him.

Jungwon.

He was scanning the shelves a few feet away, oblivious to how your entire body tensed at seeing him. Your brain screamed at you to run, but before you could, Kitty leaned in and whispered, “I told him you needed help with your econ homework.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “You did what?”

And right on cue, Jungwon turned, eyes landing on you.

“Hey,” he said as he was walking over.

Kitty beamed. “Perfect timing! She was saying how she’s completely lost in econ.”

You snapped your head toward her. Liar. You were literally top of the class.

Jungwon pulled out the chair beside you and sat down without hesitation. “I can help.”

You swallowed. Oh no.

Kitty’s grin was way too smug. “Great! I’ll leave you two to it.” Then, before you could protest, she was gone.

Leaving you. Alone. With Jungwon.

You looked down at your phone, noticing a message from Kitty

“You’re welcome ;)’’

💌

You tried to focus on Jungwon's explanation for the first few minutes. Really, you did.

But how were you supposed to concentrate when he was sitting this close?

He leaned over the table, pointing at your textbook, his voice steady as he explained some economic theory. You nodded along, pretending to listen, but in reality, your brain was short-circuiting.

“Does that make sense?” he asked, turning to look at you.

You blinked. “Huh?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t listening, were you?”

Your face heated. “I was! Kind of. Maybe.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re bad at lying.”

You groaned, then covered your face. “This is embarrassing.”

“Why?” He tilted his head. “It’s just me.”

Exactly.

It was just him. Just Jungwon, who you had spent months avoiding because he made you feel like a walking disaster. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed amused.

“I don’t bite, you know,” he said. “You don’t have to be scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you blurted out.

He smirked. “So you’ve just been avoiding me for fun?”

You clamped your mouth shut.

Jungwon leaned back in his chair, watching you with a knowing look. “Huh.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.” His smirk deepened. “You’re interesting.”

Your stomach did a backflip.

Oh, you were so doomed.

Later that night, Kitty found you in your dorm room, looking too pleased with herself.

“So?” she asked, flopping onto your bed. “How did it go?”

You groaned. “I made a fool of myself.”

Kitty laughed. “Define ‘fool.’”

“I blanked out. He caught me staring. I admitted to avoiding him. And he called me interesting.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait. He called you interesting?”

You nodded miserably.

Kitty squealed. “That’s huge!”

You frowned. “How is that huge?”

“Because Jungwon doesn’t just call people interesting, my dear hopeless friend. You caught his attention.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You think?”

“I know.” Kitty grinned. “And trust me, this is only the beginning.”

You groaned again, flopping face-first onto your pillow.

Kitty just laughed.

After all, the matchmaking had only just begun.

💌

“Okay,” Kitty clapped her hands, grinning as she stared at you. “Today’s the day we level you up.”

You blinked and were confused. “Level me up?”

“Yes! You like Jungwon, but you get all shy and awkward around him,” she pointed out. “So, if you want him to notice you, we must work on your confidence.”

You groaned, already feeling embarrassed. “Kitty, this is so unnecessary.”

Kitty ignored you and stepped forward. “First lesson: Posture! Stand straight, shoulders back. Confidence comes from the way you carry yourself.”

You hesitated before adjusting yourself, trying to mimic the way she stood. “Like this?”

Kitty nodded. “Good. Now, when you see Jungwon, don’t look away all nervous. Hold eye contact. Make him feel like he’s the only person in the room.”

You gulped. “The only person in the room? Kitty, I can’t even look at him for three seconds without feeling like I’m about to pass out.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s exactly why we’re practicing! Here, pretend I’m Jungwon.”

You stared at her. “Kitty, this is weird.”

“Do it!” she urged.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly raised your head, looking her in the eyes. You managed to hold it for two seconds before covering your face. “Nope. I can’t do this.”

Kitty groaned dramatically. “Okay, let’s try something else. Flirting! Sometimes, a little playful teasing can go a long way.”

You hesitated. “Like… what kind of teasing?”

Kitty smirked. “Try complimenting him, but make it sound casual. Like, ‘Wow, Jungwon, you look so good today.’”

You cringed. “That doesn’t sound casual at all.”

“It’s all about the tone!” Kitty explained. “Say it naturally, like you’re just making an observation.”

You sighed and cleared your throat, trying to sound confident. “Wow, Jungwon, you look so good today.”

Kitty immediately burst into laughter. “Why do you sound like a robot?”

You groaned and covered your face again. “I told you I’m bad at this!”

She patted your shoulder. “Okay, okay. Let’s try something easier…Oh! What about smiling? When you see him, could you give him a little smile? Not too big, not too small. Just a hint of a smile.”

You nodded and tried it. Kitty examined you for a second before shaking her head. “No. That looks scary.”

“Kitty!!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s just—oh wait, Jungwon’s coming!” Kitty suddenly grabbed your shoulders.

Your eyes widened in pure panic. “WHAT?!”

“Relax! Just do what we practiced!” she whispered urgently.

Jungwon walked past, glancing at the two of you. You froze utterly, your mind going blank. Then, at the last second, you remembered Kitty’s advice. You quickly straightened your posture and gave him a small smile… except you accidentally bared your teeth like an awkward grimace instead of a confident smile.

Jungwon slowed down slightly, his brows furrowing. “Uh… are you okay?”

‘’Pfft’’ Kitty covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

You, wholly mortified, quickly turned away. “Yes! Totally fine! Just… stretching my face!”

Jungwon blinked, clearly confused, before nodding slowly and walking off.

The moment he was out of sight, you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Kitty, I hate this.”

Kitty finally burst out laughing. “Okay, maybe that wasn’t your best moment, but hey! At least you tried!”

“I just embarrassed myself,” you muttered.

Kitty grinned. “Relax. Slow and steady wins the race. You’ll get there.”

You sighed, not entirely convinced, but Kitty’s encouragement made you feel slightly better. Maybe with time—and much more practice—you’d finally get the confidence you needed.

…Hopefully, before you died of embarrassment first.

💌

After your absolute disaster of a confidence practice session with Kitty, you decided there was only one solution.

Avoid Jungwon.

At all costs.

Your already massive crush on him had now turned into full-blown mortification. Every time you so much as thought about how you awkwardly bared your teeth at him, you wanted to disappear into the earth. So, naturally, when you spotted Jungwon walking down the hallway, you did what any logical person would do.

You grabbed the nearest person and used them as a human shield.

“Minho,” you hissed, ducking behind his tall frame.

Minho barely flinched while sipping on his collagen water. “Oi, what’s this then?” he drawled,

You gripped his shoulders. “I need to hide.”

Minho sighed, already used to your antics. “Lemme guess—Jungwon?”

You nodded frantically.

Minho shook his head but didn’t move. “You know, mate, you can’t keep running forever.”

“Yes, I can,” you whispered.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

“Minho,” Jungwon’s voice suddenly called out, catching your breath.

You peeked over Minho’s shoulder just in time to see Jungwon stopping before him, looking too good for your heart to handle.

Minho, unfazed, nodded in greeting. “Aye, mate. What’s up?”

Jungwon started talking to Minho about something you were too distracted to process. Because while he was addressing Minho, his eyes kept peeking over Minho’s shoulder—straight at you.

You immediately shrank further behind Minho.

Jungwon’s lips twitched slightly. “Hey,” he said, this time directed at you.

Your brain is short-circuited. Oh no. He’s talking to me. Abort mission. Abort mission.

Minho, ever the instigator, casually stepped to the side, exposing you completely.

You had no choice but to face Jungwon. “H-Hi,” you managed weakly.

Jungwon tilted his head slightly. “Are you hiding from me?”

“What? No! Pfft, that’s crazy,” you blurted out and laughed nervously.

Minho smirked and sipped his collagen water. “Yeah, mate, totally crazy.”

You kicked the back of Minho’s shoe.

Jungwon didn’t look entirely convinced but let it slide. “Alright,” he said before flicking his gaze back to Minho.

You thought you were in the clear—until you noticed that Jungwon kept glancing at you even as he continued his conversation with Minho. Every few seconds, his eyes would shift back to you.

It was subtle, but it was enough to make your stomach flip.

Then, as Minho made some joke in his relaxed drawl, Jungwon suddenly interrupted, his eyes locking on yours. “You don’t have to hide, you know,” he said softly.

Your heart stopped.

After thoroughly enjoying the situation, Minho took a long sip of his drink. “Oi, look at that, would ya? Some real tension here.”

You kicked him again.

Jungwon only smiled slightly before looking away as if he hadn’t just destroyed your ability to function.

And just like that, your plan to avoid him had backfired entirely.

You were so doomed.

💌

The sound of typing and the flick of pages turning was the soundtrack of your days lately. You had been buried in textbooks for what felt like forever. The stress had accumulated, leaving you exhausted. Your face was pale, and dark bags were under your eyes from the sleepless nights, but you couldn’t stop. You had to push through. A vast project was coming up, and you couldn’t afford to fail.

You propped your head up with one hand, barely able to keep your eyes open as you glanced over your notes. The words blurred, your mind already foggy from overworking. Before you knew it, your head dropped onto the table with a soft thud.

“Ugh…,” you mumbled as you fought to stay awake.

The door creaked open, and you heard the familiar sound of footsteps entering. Kitty’s voice followed soon after. “Hey, are you still at it?”

Jungwon’s calm tone responded, “She’s been studying for hours now. I don’t think she’s taking breaks.”

You groaned, too tired to even lift your head. The sounds of them approaching grew closer until you felt the soft pressure of someone standing beside you. You sighed and tried to sit up, but the weight of your exhaustion made it hard.

As you lifted your head, you saw Kitty’s shocked expression first. She gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth. “Oh my gosh! You look like you haven’t slept in days! Your face… it’s—”

You blinked slowly, too tired to defend yourself. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, attempting to give a smile, but it came out weak and crooked.

Kitty’s eyes softened with concern. “You need to take a break. Look at those bags under your eyes. Are you even eating right?”

Before you could reply, you heard Jungwon’s voice. “There’s nothing wrong with your face,” he said unbothered. He bent down to your level. “You’re still pretty, even with all that stress.”

The compliment caught you off guard. You couldn’t help but blush despite how exhausted you were. “W-well, thank you…” you stammered, a little embarrassed.

Kitty rolled her eyes playfully. “See, Jungwon knows what to say! But seriously, you need to rest.” She crossed her arms, and her frown replaced her concern. “This is way too much. You’re going to burn yourself out at this rate.”

Jungwon nodded slightly. “Kitty’s right. You won’t get far if you can’t even stay awake.”

You sighed, both too tired and too embarrassed to argue. “I… I need to finish this.”

Kitty leaned closer and whispered as if sharing a secret, “How about I help you get this done faster? You can relax, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

You blinked slowly, still too drained to think straight. “Are you sure?”

She smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. You need to close your eyes for a bit.”

Jungwon shot you a small and reassuring smile. “Take a break, okay? You don’t want to make yourself sick over this.”

You hesitated momentarily before nodding, grateful for their support even if you still felt guilty. You slid down in your chair, resting your head against the backrest and briefly closing your eyes.

Kitty moved to your side, pulling out her phone to check her messages. Jungwon stayed silent nearby, giving you an almost protective glance as you rested.

“Good. Now, take a nap. No more studying for the rest of the day,” Kitty said with a smile as she gave you the space to rest.

You breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes, hoping the rest would help ease the weight of the world you’d been carrying.

💌

You sat quietly on a chair, Minho beside you, applying your skincare. He had been your skincare mentor for a while, helping you with all the little tricks you needed. “Alright, make sure you really press it in,” Minho said, gently patting the moisturizer into your skin.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever do it as well as you,” you murmured. “But thanks for teaching me.”

Minho smiled. “Of course. You’re a fast learner,” he said, dabbing the cream across your cheek. “Maybe you should start your skincare vlog or something.”

You chuckled softly, “I’d probably mess it up on camera.”

Minho shook his head and let out a grin. “You’d be perfect. Trust me.”

You both laughed; the room felt safe. There was no pressure, no expectations, just good company. Then the door creaked open, and you looked up. Jungwon stepped in, looking casual, but something about his presence made the atmosphere feel different…tense, almost.

Minho waved at him, still oblivious to the sudden shift. “Hey, Jungwon! Just helping out with her skincare. You should join us.”

You froze for a moment, catching Jungwon’s eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly looked away, too shy to hold his eyes for long.

Jungwon’s lips twitched in an almost a frown. “I’m good,” he said; his eyes were focused on you and Minho, how you both were laughing and talking comfortably.

Minho, clearly unaware of the undercurrent between the three of you, laughed again. “You sure? I think I’m pretty much a skincare pro now.” He gently patted your cheek again, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

You noticed Jungwon kept looking at your face, then back to Minho’s hand. There was a slight tension in his posture now. His arms were still crossed, and his eyes had narrowed just a little. “I think she’s got it covered,” Jungwon’s voice a little colder. “You’re always helping her with something.”

You looked down, trying to avoid his gaze as his words were uncomfortably in the air. Your heart beat faster than usual, and you were too shy to respond. Why was it that whenever Jungwon was around, you lost all ability to act normal?

Minho didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. “What can I say? I’m just a helpful guy,” he replied with a wink.

Jungwon’s eyes flickered between the two of you. He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer. “Well, maybe she doesn’t need that much help,” he said, a little irritated. His tone wasn’t even harsh.

You flinched slightly, but you didn’t say anything. You just sat there, hoping the ground would swallow you whole.

Minho noticed the shift. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop making her feel like a project,” he teased, though it was clear he was a little confused by Jungwon’s sudden change in attitude. “I was just trying to be helpful.”

You bit your lip, feeling the awkward silence settle over the room. Jungwon didn’t respond immediately; they just looked at you for a beat longer than necessary. Then he exhaled and glanced at the door. “You should probably get some rest,” Jungwon said softer now. “It’s late.”

You nodded quickly. Unsure of what to say. “Right, I’ll—uh, I’ll head to bed.”

Minho, still oblivious, smiled. “Get some sleep. We’ll finish up tomorrow.”

You nodded again, glancing briefly at Jungwon as you left. Jungwon’s voice stopped you before you could walk out. “You’re… you’re fine, right?”

The question caught you off guard. You hesitated. “I’m fine,” you replied quietly while avoiding his gaze.

He nodded, then gave you an unreadable smile. “Okay,” he said before turning back to Minho.

You walked out of the room quickly,

Was that… jealousy?

That’s impossible.

💌

“You have to wear this,” Kitty declared, holding up a dress that made your stomach tense.

“Kitty, no.”

“Kitty, yes.”

You glared at her through the mirror, but she just grinned as she shoved the outfit into your hands. “Trust me,” she said. “Jungwon won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”

You swallowed hard at the thought. Jungwon. Seeing you. In this.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t dressed up before, but this outfit felt… different. More intentional. It's more like you were trying to get his attention.

Which, okay, you were, but still—

Kitty snapped her fingers in front of your face. “No overthinking! Just wear it. Come on, it’s a party! You’re supposed to look hot.”

You groaned but ultimately let her win (not that you ever had a choice).

By the time you were ready, you were nervous to the point that you needed to go to the restroom for a second. Your reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. Kitty had curled your hair and given you subtle but effective makeup; the outfit made you feel… good.

“You look amazing,” Kitty whispered and squeezed your shoulders. “Now go show Jungwon what he’s missing.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. You felt a little bit braver as you followed her out.

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. You weren’t even inside for a full minute before you felt the weight of someone’s eyes on you.

And when you turned—

There he was.

Jungwon.

Standing across the room, eyes locked on you with a similar unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, neither of you moved. The world around you blurred, and all you could focus on was how his eyes slowly traveled over you before he looked away.

Kitty, standing beside you, definitely noticed.

“Oh,” she whispered and nudged you with her elbow. “He so noticed.”

You felt your face heat up.

Jungwon, however, had turned away, disappearing into the crowd before you could react.

The party was energetic, but you barely registered anything. Kitty had practically forced you into this dress, hyping you up, fixing your hair, and making you promise you wouldn’t shrink away if Jungwon talked to you.

But here he was—talking to you—and you were about two seconds from running.

“You look different.”

You looked up at him with your fingers gripping your cup tighter.

“What?”

His gaze was enough to make you feel self-conscious.

“You don’t usually dress like this,” he said.

You swallowed. “Oh. Yeah. Kitty—”

“Makes sense.”

Your brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”

Jungwon took a sip of his drink and then met your gaze again.

“It means you look pretty.”

If that makes sense, your brain wholly short-circuited, and you felt like your stomach was twisting again.

You needed to escape.

But the second you tried to move, a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Don’t run away,” Jungwon said softly.

You froze.

His grip wasn’t tight or forceful—just enough to hold you there, to make you look at him.

“You always do that,” he murmured.

Your throat went dry.

Jungwon tilted his head slightly, “You’re always avoiding me,” he continued, “but then you’re always looking.”

Your breath hitched.

Jungwon let out a chuckle. Then, most casually, like he wasn’t wholly messing with your heart, he said—

“You don’t have to run. I don’t mind if you stay.”

You weren’t used to this—at least not with him.

“Hey,” Jungwon’s voice was quiet, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You were processing his words slowly. You had been avoiding him for so long, not because you didn’t like him, but because the thought of being close to him made your heart skip beats. And now, here he was, standing so close,

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, shifting your gaze anywhere but him. The more you looked at him, the more your stomach flipped.

Jungwon’s hand fell to his side. He gave you a little space, but not enough to make you feel like he was giving up. You could tell that he wasn’t the type to give up easily. “I didn’t mean to crowd you,” he continued, understanding. “I… wanted to hang out, y’know?”

You nodded slowly, still unsure how to move past the awkward tension that had settled between you two. It was strange, feeling so seen yet so exposed. “Okay.” You took a deep breath. “I… I’m not good with all of this yet.”

Jungwon smiled at that. He didn’t push, didn’t pressure. Instead, he took a small step back, keeping a respectful distance but maintaining that comforting presence. “I get it,” he said. “But if you ever want to talk or hang out, I’m here. No rush.” He let the words hang in the air. He is willing to wait until you are ready.

You finally allowed your eyes to meet his, “Thanks,” you whispered, feeling a warmth in your chest that wasn’t just from the proximity but from the simple kindness he showed you. He wasn’t asking for more than your comfort, making everything more manageable.

“You know,” Jungwon added, “you don’t have to hide behind Minho all the time.”

You stiffened at that, but he didn’t look at you teasingly. He was stating a fact.

Your heart fluttered.

“Well, he’s taller than me,” you mumbled, trying to brush off the awkwardness.

Jungwon chuckled.

And for once, the thought of being close to Jungwon didn’t make your heart race in fear. It made it race in something else.

Something a little more hopeful.

💌

The group had decided to take a little break from basically everything that happened, and everyone was now scattered across the dorm’s common area. Kitty and Minho were sitting on the couch, though something was different. Minho had his arm casually draped over the back of the sofa, and Kitty leaned slightly toward him, her attention entirely on whatever they were discussing.

You couldn’t help but watch, caught up in the dynamic between them. It was so apparent that they were getting close. Too close, really. You glanced at them for a few seconds longer than you probably should have, a little uncomfortable with how natural they looked together, especially considering the little tension between them.

You shook your head and sighed. “Those two should just get together already,” you muttered. “It’s painful to watch.” You didn’t even realize you had said it aloud until Jungwon, standing nearby, chuckled softly.

“You seem to be invested in their situation. ”

You froze and blushed immediately. “What? No! I—” You stammered. “It’s awkward, you know? With everything going on with Yuri and all that. It’d be easier if they just figured it out.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Sounds like you’re a little too invested,” his smirk growing.

You looked away quickly. “I’m not. I think… it’s obvious, don’t you think?”

Jungwon leaned back. “Hm. Interesting. You know, Kitty might take that as a challenge. She likes playing matchmaker.” He paused, glancing at the two on the couch before returning to you. “But then again, maybe it’s you who should be matched with someone.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you shot a look at him, trying to keep your cool. “What are you talking about?” You weren’t sure if you were ready for whatever joke or comment he was about to make.

With a shrug. “I don’t know… It’d be painful to watch you and me, right?”

You were trying to make sense of his words. Was he joking? Was he serious?

Before you could respond, Jungwon gave you a playful smile. “Well, maybe not. We’re not so bad, right?” His eyes seemed to challenge you to call him out on it.

You couldn’t stop the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” you said quickly. Your thoughts felt muddled, and your stomach flipped in a way you weren’t quite ready to admit.

Jungwon leaned closer just a little. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s happening between you and… well, someone, someday.”

The way he said that last part made your heart flutter, and before you could think too much about it, you quickly stood up, awkwardly brushing past him to talk to Dae. You couldn’t handle being near him anymore, not with his strange comment.

💌

It had been one of those nights where everything felt like it was building up to something. The group had decided to sneak out, and of course, Kitty had the whole thing planned out. Again. She was determined to get you and Jungwon alone for a little confession moment, even if it meant dragging everyone else into a mini adventure. The plan was simple: sneak out to the park for a midnight stroll.

The group managed to sneak out without much trouble, or so they thought. Kitty was already ahead, while Minho, Q, Dae, and Yuri followed, all too eager to escape their studies. You padded behind them. But suddenly, just as you were about to turn the corner toward the door, you heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.

“Someone’s coming!” you hissed and panic started rising in your chest. You froze, unsure of what to do, until a pair of warm hands quickly grabbed you from behind, pulling you into the nearest room and closing the door softly.

You looked up to see Jungwon standing there. His gaze was serious momentarily before it softened into that usual mischievous smile. “Close call,” he whispered.

You sighed in relief but your heart was still pounding from the adrenaline. “I didn’t think it would be this hard to sneak out,” you muttered.

Jungwon stepped closer, and the space between you grew smaller. “Kitty really knows how to get us into trouble, doesn’t she?” he smiled gently.

You laughed nervously. “She’s persistent, I’ll give her that. I don’t know how she does it.” You couldn’t help but glance down. “I should probably—” you began to mumble but Jungwon interrupted you

“You don’t have to run away this time,” he murmured and you felt his thumb gently brushing your cheek. “You can stay with me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the words, and before you could even process their whole meaning, Jungwon leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most gentle kiss you’d ever experienced. The world seemed to stop for a moment.

You stood there, frozen, your eyes wide in shock as Jungwon pulled back slightly, but only enough to look at you with a tender look, “You were going to say something, right?” Jungwon whispered

You were unable to form words. You couldn’t find anything to say except for the obvious truth that had been sitting in your chest for so long. “I… I’ve liked you for a while,” you finally admitted in a whisper. “I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t think you’d… feel the same.”

Jungwon smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. “I feel the same,” he said softly. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you… but I guess this is as good a time as any.”

You smiled as you leaned into him, both chuckling in silence. For the first time, it felt like the weight had been lifted, and everything had finally fallen into place.

💌

The next day, you and Jungwon walked through campus hand in hand. You didn’t care about the curious glances or whispers around you. Everything felt so natural now. Jungwon’s thumb gently brushed against your hand, and you couldn’t help but smile at the small but significant change in your relationship.

As you turned the corner, you spotted Kitty and Q sitting at their usual spot by the fountain. They looked up at you two simultaneously, eyes widening in shock as they saw your hands intertwined. Kitty’s face immediately broke into a smile, while Q’s jaw dropped slightly. “Oh my god!” Kitty squealed with her voice a few octaves higher than usual as she stood up quickly. “It’s official! You two are—?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yep, it’s real. Took us a while, but we finally figured it out.”

Q was still in shock and blinked a few times before recovering. “Wait, is this the part where you two act all coy about it?” he teased.

Jungwon chuckled and shrugged slightly as he looked down at you with an affectionate gaze. “Guess so,” he said casually. “But it feels good. Finally.”

Kitty, her excitement never waning, jumped up and clapped her hands together. “I knew it! I knew you two would be perfect for each other. I mean, come on, how could you not be?”

You smiled as you felt a little shy under all their attention. “Yeah, well, it’s thanks to Kitty here,” you said, turning toward her with a grateful look. “She practically forced us to get our act together.”

Kitty just shrugged. “Hey, someone had to step in. You two were taking forever.”

You then decided to have a little fun with Q. Turning to him with a smirk; you said, “Oh, and by the way, Q, now that we’re all on the same page… maybe it’s time you and Jin finally get together.”

Kitty gasped, and Q’s face immediately turned beet red. “I—what? No! That’s—no!” he sputtered

Jungwon raised an eyebrow. “You know, I’ve noticed that too. You and Jin make a good pair,” he said honestly.

Q looked like he was about to explode, “I hate him!” he said. “You better not tell Jin I said that.”

You chuckled at his reaction. “Oh, don’t worry. We won’t say a thing… for now.”

Still practically bouncing with excitement, Kitty turned to Jungwon with a warm smile. “Okay, I’ll take the credit for this one,” she said with a wink. “But I’m happy you two finally figured it out.”

Jungwon gave Kitty a genuine look, squeezing your hand as he thanked her. “Honestly, thank you, Kitty. You really did help us get here.”

Kitty’s face softened and she laughed lightly. “Of course! I’m just happy to see you two so happy together.”

At that moment, everything felt perfect. You were with Jungwon and were surrounded by friends who were happy for you. It felt like the start of something new and beautiful, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for everything that had led up to this moment. “Alright, alright,” you said, leaning into Jungwon as you all settled back down to enjoy the rest of the day. “Let’s just say that Kitty’s matchmaking skills are unmatched.”

Kitty shot you a wink. “Told you.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was finally falling into place.

[aangelinakii]

BATBOYS AS ROMANTIC MOVIE LEADS.

note : so basically the batboys and what romance movie / love interest character they would are !!!!

BRUCE WAYNE as...

CAPTAIN VON TRAPP ( the sound of music )

no i'm being so fr when i first watched this a few months ago i was so contemplating writing a fic or series of this exact scenario,, like reader is a nanny or something for bruce wayne's kids and they fall in love

take away nazi germany and it's LITERALLY a bruce wayne love story

him and his many kids

he would be slow to warm up at first, because at that time i imagine him to be very robert pattinson, very emo very lonely, very lego batman as in falsely independent

but then he realises he's in love with the person right in front of him, whom his kids adore, and he would do anything for them

DICK GRAYSON as...

JOHNNY MARTIN ( penelope )

if you haven't seen penelope this is your sign to go watch it because james mcavoy plays THEEE most dreamy man i have ever seen

he falls in love with who you are, not what you could be or what other people say you are,, he makes his own judgements and sticks to them, even everything you hate about yourself he sees the beauty in it all

literally ready to give up everything for That person

he may make a silly mistake like johnny did in the filmb, but you gotta realise dick grayson is not the man you want to let get away GO CHASE YOUR MAN GET HIM BACK

anf also the ending scene where johnny and penelope kiss HELLO he is literally putting his whole james mcavussy into that kiss and we all know dick grayson wouldn't half ass anything for the one he's most in love with ;(

JASON TODD as...

PATRICK VERONA ( 10 things i hate about you )

you can't tell me the whole bad boy and miscommunication thing wouldn't happen because it just WOULD

like say after everything's happened, jason too is a little bit emo and is this brooding "bad" kid who smokes in the corner of the library or something and hangs out at bars after school

he wants to make a little extra cash just to be extra rebel (he just doesn't want to ask bruce for money because he's going through a phase) and he doesn't reallllyyy care about the person he's being paid to take out

but then it hits and every time he looks at them angels start singing and they glow like they've been kissed by the gods

TIM DRAKE as...

JESSE WALLACE ( before sunrise )

okay forgive me if i get anything wrong here it's been a very long time since i last watched this movie but

tim has that cheekiness when he's in love that jesse has, maybe not exactly as cheesy (i can't watch the kissing scenes becquse they're so sloppy lol), but he falls and he falls hard

when he likes / loves someone they literally take up every fibre of his being and morph him into a lighter, happier person

he notices the little things, like the scene of wanting to tuck celine's hair behind her ear but being too shy because she already did it ???? that's SO tim because it's like he wants to be this suave macho guy, but he's just a little bit shy at the same time at initiating things

but he's in a european country getting all cultured and he's met this amazing person and he can't just let them get away

DAMIAN WAYNE as...

MR DARCEY ( pride & prejudice )

LOLLL yes i did it i could so totally see damian as like this awkward little thing but he shows he cares with the little things, like noting you prefer to walk so he asks to accompany you as opposed to taking public transport or driving ????

and also the hand thing

is so freaking damian

like he'd be a bit withdrawn, definitely awkward and he doesn't know how to act but he wants you BADDD sooo what daddy wants daddy gets

technically he is royalty right ?? i don't think mr darcey was royal but he definitely held a lot of prestige, so he'll be respected, have the manners he was taught to have growing up and struggle to talk to you any other way than to refer to you as if you were a blessing to walk this earth (but you're his blessing so it's okay)

[reveluving]

Phillip Graves getting jealous because his shy wife is getting flirted on by someone else but she doesn't know how to respond?? Yes please!!

(could be sfw at first but when they get back home graves pounds his wife against any surface he sees because he can't stand seeing his wife getting flirted on right in front of him)

YUUUUH I HAVE JUST THE THING!! I know, it's been AGES with these, and this one from last year but I still hope you like it! and I know you said doing the nasty back home, but I thought "man, I'm already here. might as well!" and filthy-ize(???) it even more for good measure 😘💗

Includes; soft (& slightly mean dom) & possessive graves, fingerf~cking, unprotected sex (p in v), petnames ('sugar', 'pretty girl'), licking, biting & marking, praising, dirty talking, mentions of voyeurism & exhibitionism!!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

It happens. 

A lot.

The library, your favourite diner, your flower shop—anywhere.

It happens more than you can imagine, but with Phil around, it’s mostly from afar. The kind where they could only dream about making a move on you, if not for the guard dog with the sharp tongue.

Hence, when he’s not around, he worries a little for you, but he knows you can protect yourself when needed, thanks to the self-defence lessons he has given you when you were still dating.

So, imagine the unlucky bastard who thought it was a good idea to take advantage of your gracious hospitality, not knowing your husband was around.

It happened when he had finished work, but instead of heading home, he took the route where your flower shop was. Closing time was ten minutes ago so he knew you’d be waiting for him at the cafe next door, probably nursing a cup of your favourite drink or nibbling on a pastry.

He hated it whenever he couldn’t reach you on the dot or before, no matter how many times you’ve reassured him. 

Reaching the neighbourhood shops was like a breath of fresh air, enjoying the sense of familiarity and the breeze as he turned the corner, passing by the cafe first.

But with a glance, his brows furrowed, seeing that you were nowhere in sight. He quickly took it as a sign that you were still working, though a thirty-minute overtime was almost uncommon of you.

He parked his convertible close to the entrance of your shop but still out of view, and for a brief moment, he caught sight of you through the window. 

And just his mood lifted, ready to greet you with open arms, his smile dropped.

You were dealing with a customer, a man likely in his 30s and dressed, well, if one were told to dress formally, and they did it haphazardly, then that was exactly what it was. His body language was a little awkward, almost unsure what pose may look alluring in your eyes.

Though Phil had a knack for judging certain people by their looks, if and only if their personality rubbed him the wrong way, he didn’t have an issue thinking of the worst insults about the man, if not for the uncomfortable smile on your face.

So, leaning against the wall, away from you or the man’s sight, he listened in. 

“So, your husband’s in the military, huh?” He asked, but Phil wasn’t dumb enough to think it wasn’t a sneer in disguise. Probably thought he held some rookie position, “Must be hard not having someone to hold to every night.”

Phil didn’t bother hiding the scornful look on his face.

“It’s not bad,” He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice. The gentle sound that could heal even his worst wounds, “He finds time to check up on me.” 

Whether or not you were telling the truth or if you were downplaying your thoughts if his absence really did bother you, he’ll ask you later, but for now, he wanted to tell you how proud he was. Not letting some schmuck stick their nose in someone else’s business, and your marriage, no less.

“Well, sure, but look at you! I don’t know about you but if I had a girl like you? Shoot, I don’t I’d ever get any work done,” The audacity. Phil’s jaw tightened, listening to him weakly defend himself when you didn’t respond, undoubtedly displeased by his unnecessary opinion, “But that’s just me, y’know.”

“Right, um,” You turned to the row of flower pots, using the second to roll your eyes to the back of your head before showing him the bunch of bluebells in your hands, “How about some bluebells?”

The man pretended to think, “Nah, I mean, they’re cute but I’m looking for something… more,” He then leaned in, resting his arm on the counter, “A little bland, if I’m being honest with you.”

You forced a smile, but Phil, oh Phil.

He wasn’t smiling. 

Who was this man, no, who was this kid to not see how uncomfortable you were with his god-awful ‘flirting’ skills and judge your taste in your very own store?

“That’s fine, I’m sure we can find something else.” Oh, that pitiful tone of yours. Just how long has this man been bothering you?

You bit down a sigh, placing the bluebells back into their pot before walking back to the back of the counter. You knelt, possibly looking for something else, though Phil wouldn’t blame you if you were doing so to drown him out for a bit.

Phil had listened long enough. Moving off the wall, he clicked on the lock button of his car keys. He spun his keys on his finger as he entered the shop, the rattling sounds prompted the man to follow his figure. His eyebrows knitted further, more so when Phil casually stopped right in front of the counter as if used to coming over.

His eyes darted from Phil’s attire; simple yet sophisticated, and how he carried himself, then the convertible behind him. The sudden insecurity forming in the guy’s mind was a no-brainer.

You must’ve heard the extra pair of footsteps and the keys, “I’ll be right with you!” 

He didn’t respond, opting to eye the man—Chad, which he would later learn—with full of judgement. The latter flinched when their eyes met, though he tried to act cool soon by clearing his throat.

But the stare may have been too much for him, as he asked, his voice less confident than before, “Do I know you?” 

“You tell me.” He responded loud enough for you to hear, and just as he hoped, you straightened, visibly lighting up at the sight of him. 

“Phil!” You cheered, already forgetting about the customer as you rushed over to your husband for a hug, “I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight?”

He shrugged, wrapping one of his arms around you while he caressed the apple of your cheek with his free hand, “Change o’plans. Drove here as fast as I could.” He gave you a lazy smile, more so when you jutted out your bottom lip, pouting at his statement. 

“Phil, you know how I feel about you speeding home,” You sighed, despite leaning into his touch, “But I’m glad you’re back. Safe.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, not with that cheeky smile of his before he pressed his lips onto yours. You could feel the upturn of his lips when you yelped, and he didn’t even bother hiding his amusement—his delighted huff when you returned the kiss.

But before he could feel you, before he could melt into your hands as they held his face, you broke the kiss, almost hiding in his chest for a moment before motioning to the man watching—his face that of panicked realization.

“Phil—Customer…”

Ew.

Well, at least he learnt he had messed with the wrong married woman.

Phil suddenly grinned, and a painfully fake one, judging by the lack of positive emotion, or any emotion in his eyes as he looked at Chad.

“Y’here for an arrangement?”

“U–Uh, no. I’m just… looking around. Thinking of buying one for my, uh, girl.”

The man wasn’t dumb enough to think the smirk on Graves’ face wasn’t the face of mockery. A man who has done enough interrogations to know just how much he was bullshitting.

“Huh, Y’must be lookin’ for a special one if you’re makin’ my girl workin’ overtime,” He glanced at the clock just hanging by the door, his arm not leaving you once, “Y’sleepin’ in the dog house or somethin’?” 

“Phil.” You hissed, and ever so cutely, might your husband add. You briefly apologised to Chad, even if you wanted nothing more than to send him on his way.

“Sorry, sorry,” If you noticed his lack of sincerity, you didn't call him out on it. Graves held his hand out, the corner of his lips twitched when Chad took a step back, “Graves. Commander and CEO. Proud husband of this pretty girl right here.” 

Chad accepted, albeit hesitantly, nearly squawking when Phil purposely squeezed his hand. He had a feeling he wouldn't mind breaking his arm if it weren't for the obvious repercussions and well, you being there. 

“Mr Thompson was just looking for a bouquet for his girlfriend. It might take a minute so you can hang around for a bit while I help him.” You explained, standing close to your husband, now that he was with you.

“Or,” Phil spoke, and you should’ve suspected something was up just by his tone, despite his so-called generous offer, “I help him look for what he needs, while you go ahead and close up, get your bag, lock the back room and all.”

You raised your brows, “Phil, are you sure?”

He hummed, “C’mon. ‘Bout time I put my flower knowledge into good use. And who knows?” He glanced at Chad, sharply. With his eyes on the unwanted customer, he leaned to your side, as if whispering, despite making sure Chad heard him loud and clear, “It’s probably nothin’ more than a lil’ trouble in paradise. Nothin’ I can’t sort out, man to man.”

You thought for a moment. You had your suspicions when Chad stopped by the same time your shift ended. And while you wouldn’t have minded, he wasn’t exactly helpful about his request either. Giving you doubtful answers such as his supposed girlfriend’s favourite colour or the occasion. 

Plus, you were a little eager to be away from Chad, even for a short while.

In the end, you nodded, much to Chad’s horror.

“Okay, I just need to organize a few boxes in the back,” You squeezed Phil's arm, “Thank you. I won’t take long.”

Sliding his hand down your arm, he raised your hand to his lips before letting you go.

“Take all the time y’need, pretty girl,” And as soon as you were out of sight, his voice dropped, the upturn of his lips now in a manner that Chad knew this was going to be anything but a quick talk amongst men about which apology flowers were the best, “Take all the time y’need.”

His smile was nowhere to be seen as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched Chad pinching a leaf of random flower in the guise of interest.

But by the third flower, Graves had enough, surprising Chad with his authoritative tone.

“Y’just gonna stand there and ruin my wife’s flowers or are y’goin’ to buy somethin’ and get out?” 

“I’m…” Chad began but Phil didn’t give him the satisfaction to explain himself. He didn’t need to.

“Look. I’m really fuckin’ tired, and my girl is, too, but I’m sure you’re too busy trying to look down her dress to notice that.”

“That’s—”

“Cut,” He didn’t even need to raise a single finger as the tone he normally used on his team on a bad or serious day was enough to shut the man up, “... the bullshit, alright? Y’can buy all the flowers you want to impress her, save a puppy as soon as you see her coincidentally walk by at the park. Fuckin’ pick-me.”

The impatient smile plastered on his face told Chad everything about the commander’s patience.

“I know a degenerate when I see one.” Chad knew not to trust how calm Phil sounded, “And I know she can defend herself just fine. Hell, I taught her everything she needs to know t’deal with boys like you. But I can tell y’one thing; I’ll do so much worse than what she’s already capable of.”

Graves’ heavy footsteps sounded like a disaster waiting to happen in mere seconds before he stood in the middle of the shop.

“Might wanna get out while y’can.” He gritted out, and Chad didn’t waste a second to find out what would’ve happened if he didn’t that very instance, whether it was from you or your husband.

You returned just in time to find Graves appreciating the tulips, though, unbeknownst to you, he was also slightly miffed that some were stained by Chad’s hands alone.

“Oh, did he find what he needed?”

“‘Guess so. Took off as soon as he figured it out. He didn’t buy anythin’ though,” He swiftly carried the bag for you, pulling you in for a kiss on your forehead, “Sorry he wasted y’time.”

“That’s alright,” You grinning, not expecting him to apologize over that, “I just need to keep the flowers in the back. Mind helping me?”

Of course he didn't mind.

He moved with you, carrying much more stock to the cool room where the unsold flowers were kept. During his second run, he lightly tapped you on the ass, stealing a kiss before telling you to lock the register instead. You did just that, carefully organizing the cash and coins before locking it.

Phil worked with ease, pushing necessary pots and displays to one side and pulling the blinds down like the tasks were at the back of his hand. But he didn’t draw the blinds close all the way, though, leaving a small opening at the bottom of the windows where you and Graves could see the sun shining through and the feet of passers-by. 

But unbeknownst to you, he locked the front door and with great care, avoided the usual click.

He shamelessly glanced at you at every possible moment, watching you sit prettily as you focused on your task behind the counter. 

Once his side was done, he approached you, stannding in between your legs as soon as you locked the register.

“All done.” You smiled, crinkles forming in your eyes.

“Perfect.” He opened up his arms, closing the space in between as you embraced. But just as you basked in the wholesome reunion, you froze up, eyes wide at a familiar tent prodding your stomach. He didn't bother concealing his amusement, his smile grew at your giggles, showering one side of your face with kisses to hear more of you. 

“Thought he'd never leave.” He murmured against your skin with zero shame, which prompted you to pull back.

“You threw him out?” You asked in disbelief.

“He threw himself out,” He shrugged, not exactly lying but telling you the whole truth either. He cooed at your little frown, even holding his hand up in a saluting manner, “I’m serious. Scout's honour.” 

“Were you even a scout?” 

“Nope,” He responded without missing a beat, “But I do know how to tie a knot.” 

“Phil!” You smacked his arm, but it did nothing to deter him, “I wasn't even gone that long.” 

“Four minutes was all I needed.” He brushed his nose against your neck, looping his arms around you. You couldn't help but melt, sighing but more so in contentment than disappointment. Granted, you were anything but the latter, but who knows where your business would be if Phil did, well, whatever to your customers the way he did to Chad.

“He was bothering ya.” You knew it wasn't a question and there was no point denying it, so you hummed in confirmation.

“Kinda figure that out after a while,” You shrugged, though you didn't want him to worry either, “I, uh, had my suspicion as soon as I asked him what he was looking for.”

“Yeah? What did he really tell ya?” 

“Just said he wanted some pretty flowers for a pretty lady, and then,” You mimicked the awkward eyebrow-wiggles he did to you, much to Phil’s amusement and disdain, “And then said no to all of my suggestions.”

Phil’s tutting was akin to a Southern mother's, being his blood and all. That, and he was having second-hand embarrassment—to think Chad thought he'd have a chance using that line on you.

Hell, on anyone.

“It was getting a little embarrassing, honestly.” You couldn't help but snort, only for your smile to grow when he, too, expressed his amusement. 

‘A little’ was putting it lightly.

“You and me, sugar.”  

You leaned your weight against him just as he did against the counter, figuring that this was one of those days where he needed to just relax. Be around you as if you exuded great energy, and in his eyes, you were.

A far cry from the more despicable chaos he and his partnering team have to deal with for a living.

You brushed your fingers along his stubble, smiling to yourself at the familiar, prickly sensation. Ever the perceptive man, he angled his face so your lips were pressed on his instead of his cheek.

It was much needed for the both of you as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Though, you tried not to go too far with it, your nerves rising as your eyes flitted to the door, despite Phil’s breathy reassurance that he locked it.

Noticing your hesitance, he broke the kiss to rest his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled you, more so when his hands languidly moved up and down your body.

But then, his hands didn't stop moving upwards.

He swiftly pulled down the straps of your dress, trailing his lips along your shoulder. Though the dress wasn't fully removed, the way you haphazardly held the front of it against your chest, amplifying your cleavage which was just as alluring as you were topless.

“Phil!” You choked out, and yet, he continued. Licking across your newly exposed skin with the tip of his tongue. Starting from the collarbone, down to your tits when he squeezed your breasts together, and then, sucking on the plush at random spots. Eager to leave a mark wherever he could with shameless sounds of suckling and pops, “Here?!” 

If the way your hand shot up to his hair, massaging his scalp and pulling his head close instead of pushing him away was anything to go by, he knew dead set on making you scream.

He took a step back, encouraging you to stand up before hooking his arms under your ass, lifting you effortlessly to seat you on the counter.

His bulge was snug against you, thanks to his taller stature. The way his hands slid down your thighs prompted you to wrap your legs around him, despite the growing warmth in your face at the lewd display. There was something about the sliver of possibility of being watched that raised both your worries and anticipation, despite the opaqueness of the cream-coloured window blinds.

Plus, the shop wasn't exactly soundproof either.

He leaned forward, forcing you to lie back on the surface. His lips hadn't slowed down since, enjoying your squirms and breathless moans as he peppered your neck in kisses before raising his head.

“My wife's a beaut, isn't she?” He whispered against your temple, rolling one of your tits in between his fingers before sliding his hand down to your thigh, squeezing the plush of it, “Got these boys actin’ stupid around ya.” 

You gasped when his hand slid further under your skirt. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling them up and wedging the lacy material in between your sopping pussy.

“Even I can't resist her sweet lil’ charm,” He purred, pulling your panties to the side and then bunching the hem of your dress for him to delight in all its glory, “Y’know that, don't cha?” 

He swiped two of his fingers across your lips. Even the softest touch elicited the most delicious squelch he had ever heard. 

He hummed in approval, teasing you to his heart's delight, “But she's also so, so dirty, deep down,” He made sure you made the slightest mess, letting your juices drip bit by bit, down to your tight hole and the counter itself, “And this—this is only f’me to see, right, pretty girl?’ 

He captured your lips with his before you could even muster out a breathless ‘yes’, the kiss ending just as quickly as it happened before tapping your lips with his fingers.

You didn't need to be told, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. But his approving hum at your first, kitten-like lick was encouraging. It had you chasing after his praises, verbal or otherwise. 

His cock was downright throbbing, wishing it was his cock you were eagerly drooling on instead of his fingers, but who was he to say he wasn't enjoying the view in hand either? 

Once he was sure they were wet enough, he slid them out of your mouth, crudely enjoying the string of saliva for a second before dropping his fingers to your cunt. 

He mirrored your parted lips, watching your face scrunch up as he eased in one finger. Your whimper was pitiful, and the slightly wicked side of him couldn’t help but coo at you almost condescendingly, knowing you could handle something much bigger than his mere finger, even if they were much thicker than yours. 

He set a torturing pace, taking in the way your body moved, rolling your hips in hopes you’d have his fingers knuckles-deep in you. The way you half-heartedly covered your face with one hand was endearing, probably too overwhelmed by his unapologetic stare.

Then, he cranked up the speed with two fingers, greedy for more of your juices leaking out each time he moved in and out. And by the time you were clenching around three fingers, he was ruthless with his pace. 

Unforgiving. 

He looked euphoric just from bringing the pleasure to you, tipping his head back as he listened to you struggling to hold back your moans and whines whenever he pulled out to tease and slap at your clit.

“Colour?” As casual as he tried to sound, he was just as breathless as you were.

“Green…” You whined, pleading him to continue, even if it felt like you were overstimulating, “Phil, please… Please…!”

You didn’t have to repeat, for he amped up his pace and chased after the climax when the pitch of your voice heightened, arching your back like you weren’t sure if you wanted him to carry on or push him away when you were getting close.

He didn’t falter, nipping on your shoulder just a tad harder just before you trembled, cumming and clenching hard around his fingers. He cupped your face with his other hand, soothing you from your high with praises and kisses. 

“Such a good girl, my good girl. Always so brave f’me, makin’ the sweetest faces. None of those boys gets t’see what I see.” 

It wasn’t long before he carefully slid his fingers out, comforting you each time you whimpered or twitched.

Opting to continue caressing your face, he took the chance to snag a taste of you. Savouring the one taste he had been dying for each time he was away for work.

But he didn’t finish it all. As much as he wanted to, he needed to save the rest for his cock, itching to have a mere feel of your wetness.

Speaking of, he was straining, standing proud and curved a little as the tip, just a hint of red, nearly touched his belly button as soon as he pulled his trousers down. It yearned to feel you, tight and hot, his extra-vulgar actions were the results of restraining himself. 

He shuddered a little—it was entrancing, holding one of your legs up for him to brush his lips against and seeing his cock slide up and down your pussy lips. 

Even after prepping you well, it felt like his cockhead was breaching your walls. You let out a breathy sigh, tilting your head at the upside windows, tensing up at the sight of passersby’s feet at the foot of the glass.

“What do y’think, pretty girl?” He murmured against your leg, still pushing into you, “Do y’think that Thompson guy’s around, wonderin’ why the window’s closed while the car’s still out there?”

The way your head tilted back against the counter in ecstasy, the last rays of the sun shining down on your skin. Even with the AC still on, it stopped neither of you from sweating. The thinnest layer of perspiration, especially gathering along your throat, down to the valley of your breasts—oh, what a shame it would be if he didn’t have even a single lick of it.  

And he did just that, leaning in to give one of your tits a teasing lick.

Those half-lidded eyes, that drunken smile—oh, he was losing it.

He felt like the most blessed man in the world.

“Eyes on me, bunny. He can listen all he wants but this—it’s you and me.”

And it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your peak, Phil kept his eyes on your facial expression because if it wasn’t the sexiest look he had ever seen before he, too, cums with you. In you.

Holding himself up with one hand beside your head, he used the other to caress your face, allowing you all the time in the world to catch your breath. But truth be told, he had fucked the senses right out of you.

“You alright?” “Mmm…” Your murmurs had him chuckling as he carefully gathered you in his arms.

“Can y'walk? Or do I have to carry you? Because y'know I don't mind either way.” Not especially the latter. He may not be as buff as some of his team but he feels good being able to prove the assumptions wrong. So wrong.

You shook your head, and though none of you were even certain what your answer was, Phil somehow understood, but not before letting you collect yourself for as long as you needed. There was no need to rush. Not now.

“Alright, pretty girl. I can do that.”

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[inseobts]

hii, sorry to disturb you, i was wondering if i could request a law scenario inspired by the song tolerate it by taylor swift, but with a happy ending if possible! i really really love the way you write, is really immersive and touching, you are amazing!! sorry for my english, its not my first language, lots of love from brazil!! 💓

Tolerate it

law × reader

a/n: this was the first time I heard the song, hope you'll like it ^3^ also, don't apology for you english please

inspired by the song:

words count: 2.1k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, emotional tension, slow burn

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The library on the Polar Tang is too quiet.

You sit across from Law, legs tucked beneath you, a book open in your lap, but you haven’t turned the page in twenty minutes. The only thing you’re reading is him.

He’s hunched over medical texts, brows furrowed, hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it too many times. His eyes scan the lines quickly, absorbing things faster than most could. You could watch him like this for hours. You have.

“I sit and watch you reading with your Head low I wake and watch you breathing with your Eyes closed I sit and watch you And notice everything you do or don't do”

He doesn’t look up when you shift in your seat.

He hasn’t in a while.

You used to be the thing that caught his attention mid-sentence. Now, it’s like you’re just part of the furniture, reliable and quiet. Too quiet.

You whisper "Law?" but your voice barely carries.

No answer.

“I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait Lay the table with the fancy shit And watch you tolerate it”

Later that night, you cook his favorite.

You even set the table the way he likes it. It's stupid. It feels performative. But you do it anyway.

He walks in late and glances around at the setup. His brows raise, just slightly. He sits.

Not a word about the effort.

He eats. You talk. He nods sometimes.

You laugh at your own story halfway through and realize you’re the only one smiling.

“If it’s all in my head,” you say softly, not looking at him, “tell me now. Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow.”

He looks up finally, fork pausing in the air.

“What?”

You shake your head and fake a smile but it's too hard.

“I know my love should be celebrated,” you whisper, voice breaking, “but you tolerate it.”

The air goes still. Even the gentle hum of the ship fades beneath the silence that follows.

Law sets his fork down slowly.

He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time in weeks, really seeing you. There's something in his eyes. Not anger. Not confusion. Guilt, maybe. Exhaustion, too.

"...I didn't realize I was making you feel that way."

You look up, startled at the honesty in his voice. Raw. Quiet. Honest.

“You didn’t have to... realize.” you say “It was already happening.”

Law leans back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face “I’ve been focused on... too much. Everything. The crew, the supplies, the territory threats. I thought you understood.”

“I do,” you say, and it’s not a lie “But understanding doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

He flinches.

You continue, voice low but firm, “I gave you everything. My time, my heart, my effort. You didn’t even have to ask, I wanted to. Because I love you. But lately, I feel like you’re just... enduring me. Like I’m this soft, breakable thing that’s in the way.”

You don’t expect the silence that follows to ache so badly.

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I?”

Law swallows hard “You’re not in the way.”

“Then where am I, Law?” you ask “Because I’m not beside you. Not really. Not anymore.”

His gaze drops to the table.

And when he speaks again, it’s soft. Unsteady.

“I thought if I kept my head down, I could protect you from what’s coming. From me. I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just...” he trails off, fingers curling into a loose fist “I’ve already lost too much. If I get too close, I’ll lose that too.”

“That’s not fair...” you whisper “You don’t get to punish me for the people who aren’t here anymore.”

Law’s eyes meet yours again and they’re glossy now.

“You’re right.”

That stuns you more than anything else.

“I’ve been... distant. Detached. And you’ve been giving everything. I saw it, but I didn’t let myself respond. Because if I did, I’d remember how much you mean to me. And that terrifies me.”

You take a slow breath “So what now?”

He stands from his chair and walks over to your side. Slowly. Tentatively. Like he’s approaching a wounded thing he doesn’t want to startle.

When he crouches in front of you, he speaks softly “I don’t want to tolerate you.”

You hold your breath.

“I want to fight for you. I just... forgot how.”

You blink back the sudden sting in your eyes, but a tear escapes anyway. Law reaches up, gently wiping it away with the back of his hand.

You don’t say anything. But you don’t pull away either, and that’s something.

He’s still kneeling in front of you.

The whole room quiet now.

You didn’t mean to break open like that.

But now that you have... you can’t go back.

Your voice is barely above a whisper "If it's all in my head, tell me now... Tell me I've got it wrong somehow."

Law’s eyes flicker, and his hand, which still rests gently on your knee, tightens just slightly.

“It’s not in your head,” he says, the words thick in his throat “You didn’t get it wrong. You’ve been trying. And I...” He trails off, glancing down at the floor for a moment “I’ve been a coward.”

That hurts in a different way, because hearing him say it means it’s real. That you weren’t imagining it. That the coldness wasn’t just you being too sensitive.

“I didn’t want to need you” he admits.

You blink “What?”

“I didn’t want to need you,” he repeats, softer “Because needing someone means they can leave. Means I can lose them. And I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you too. So I made myself distant. I thought I was protecting you… but I was only protecting myself.”

You shake your head slowly, tears starting to sting again “You don’t protect someone by disappearing from them while standing right next to them.”

He flinches, and it hits you, you’ve never talked like this before. Not to him. Not like this. You've always tried to be enough without needing to ask for more.

You swallow hard “I thought… if I was good enough, quiet enough, patient enough… eventually you’d look at me again like you used to.” Your voice breaks “You tolerated it. You tolerated me.”

“I never meant to” he says, voice rising slightly in urgency “I didn’t realize how far I’d pulled away. How much I was asking you to carry alone.”

You look at him for a long time, your chest aching.

“I missed you” you say, honest and broken and so simple it almost sounds like a confession “Even when you were right here, I missed you.”

His face softens. That steel-sharp edge in his eyes dulls, melts, crumbles.

“I missed you too,” he says “But I buried it under work. Under duty. And that’s not fair. To you. To us.”

A beat of silence.

Then he reaches for your hand. Holds it, tentative but steady.

“I want to do better” he says “I want to see you again. Not just glance over you when I’m tired. Not just nod while I’m thinking about something else. I want to celebrate your love the way you always deserved.”

You breathe out a sound, half laugh, half sob, and squeeze his hand.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you whisper “You just have to try.”

“I will,” he promises, a little breathless “Every day.”

You reach for him, and this time, he leans in too.

It’s not a kiss, not yet. But it’s a meeting of foreheads, a closeness that’s been absent for too long. A beginning again.

And for once, when you sit and watch him… he watches you right back.

It starts with small things.

The next morning, when you step into the kitchen, he’s already there.

He doesn’t look up from the kettle he’s watching, but his voice is soft when he says, “Tea’s almost ready. I made yours the way you like it.”

That alone almost makes your knees go weak.

You sit across from him in quiet surprise as he slides a steaming mug toward you without meeting your eyes.

But then he does look up. Just for a second.

You catch it.

He’s trying.

That same night, you find your favorite book, the one you always reread when your heart’s too loud, left on your bed. A folded note inside:

I’ve been thinking about you. Let me know if you’re ready to talk again. —T.L.

Your fingers tremble a little holding the page.

You press it against your chest and breathe.

It becomes a routine. Little rituals that weren’t there before.

He starts joining you in the library again, but this time his chair is a little closer. He still reads, but he glances up more. Sometimes, you catch him just watching you, and when you smile, he doesn’t look away.

Once, while you both clean the medical bay, he reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Doesn’t say a word about it.

He doesn’t have to.

One quiet evening, you’re sitting side by side after dinner, a half-played game of shogi abandoned on the table between you, the crew all in their own rooms.

You watch the way the soft lamplight brushes the edge of his cheekbones. He’s more relaxed than you’ve seen him in months.

Your hand inches toward his on the table.

He turns his palm up, lets yours slide into it.

No hesitation this time.

You murmur, half to yourself “I made you my temple, my mural, my sky…”

Law’s head tilts toward you “What was that?”

You smile softly “Just something I used to think. Before.”

He watches you closely “Do you still?”

You hesitate “Not the same way. Back then, I would’ve given everything just to be a footnote in your story.”

You turn your head, looking at him fully now.

“But now… I want to be a chapter. One you choose to write.”

He’s silent for a moment. Then “You already are.”

Your breath catches.

He takes your hand, lifts it to his lips, and presses a kiss to your knuckles, light, lingering, reverent.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show you sooner,” he says “But I see you now. I see everything.”

You lean your head against his shoulder. Your voice is barely a whisper.

“You assume I’m fine…” A pause “But what would you do if I—I broke free and left us in ruins?”

Law doesn’t hesitate “I’d chase you.”

You glance up, surprised.

“I’d chase you,” he repeats, voice rough with honesty “Even if it meant tearing the world apart.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You believe him. This time, you believe him.

The silence between you now is comfortable. Whole.

You think of the nights you lay awake, tracing hearts into the margins of your journal, wondering if you were too much. Or not enough.

Not anymore.

You turn your head slightly, brushing your lips against his shoulder “I’m still learning how to forgive you.”

He nods “I’ll wait.”

You squeeze his hand gently.

“And I’m still learning how to be loved out loud.”

He leans down, presses a kiss to your temple “Then we’ll learn together.”

It’s late again.

The crew is tucked away in their quarters, laughter and footsteps long since faded.

You’re curled up on the infirmary bed, half-asleep, a blanket over your shoulders and a medical book on your chest you’re not really reading. Law sits at his desk nearby, notes scattered, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

You watch him in the glow of the low light, warmth in your chest where ache used to live.

“I sit and watch you…”

But this time, he looks up. Catches your eyes. And he smiles.

Small. Genuine. Just for you.

“I told you to go to bed hours ago” he says, voice gentler than any reprimand.

You shrug, grinning sleepily “You’re still up.”

Law stands and walks over, plucks the book from your hands and sets it aside. Then he leans down, brushes his lips over your forehead, and sighs against your skin like he’s just come home.

“You shouldn’t have had to wait so long for this” he murmurs.

You reach for him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

“But I did,” you whisper “And I’d do it again. For this.”

He sinks down beside you on the cot, and you both shift until you’re tangled together, his arms around your waist, your head tucked under his chin, heartbeat pressed to heartbeat.

For a while, neither of you speaks.

And that silence isn’t heavy anymore.

You think back to the version of you that stood at the edge of this love, unseen, unheard, giving and giving.

Drawing hearts in the byline.

Now, you’re written into the page.

Celebrated.

Not just endured.

“You okay?” he murmurs against your hair.

You nod, eyes closed, tears forgotten.

“I am now.”

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SKZ Pack Chapter 21

Trigger Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, sex tape, kink positive, threesome, salirophilia.

"These are amazing. I'm sorry I can't remember these." "Don't apologise. Some of them you were not aware of. I did these secretly. I loved to draw or paint you. You are my everything. You are my soul. Everything. I had to keep a physical copy of you. My thoughts were not enough." "Oh. Jinnie." Y/N breathed out as he flicked through his paintings. "Can you tell me why you never told me?" "Because you can't tell someone who doesn't remember you that they loved you and were obsessed with you. I'm grateful this version of you has given me another chance to love you." Hyunjin's voice was soft. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He was truly in love with her. "Tell me the story of each painting. I wanna live through your memories." Y/N asked.

"This painting was the first time I met you, her. She was shy. Unsure of the men in front of her. She knew she was ours but the level of trust wasn't there yet. The only people she trusted were Jongho and Yeosang because they were like her. Both omega's. Jongho was like Jisung. Always willing to get into trouble but Jongho was smarter. He could outsmart Hongjoong. Yeosang on the other hand was always gentle and submissive. Your stereotypical omega. He tried to teach Y/N everything she knew. So, I drew this. A picture of the three of them. It was a later drawing but I put it in with the firsts as I hoped to give it to her on her birthday but I never got a chance to. I felt embarrassed.

Back then sex was disgusting to me. I practised a lot of absenteeism. I came from a wealthy werewolf family who took pride in werewolf lores. They were millionaires. They were almost werewolf royalty, but I was the bastard. I was out-casted and looked after by my elders. My mother was an artist she always painted whenever she was sad. She painted pictures of my father and how he loved her. She taught me how to paint, but she made me promise only to pain things that made me happy or loved, so I kept that promise. I had a half brother you know. Chan's best friend. He was mean to me, only because his mother taught him to be. He learned later in life that they were wrong and it was never my fault. He tried to save me from Ateez. Hongjoong manipulated me into his pack, but that doesn't matter because I'm with Chan now who is a forgiving alpha.

Anyway, this next picture was what Y/N called the 'werewolf school for obnoxious omegas.' Her and Jongho were always sent to me because they didn't know how to be omegas so I became their teacher. I re-trained them, but it was more of a punishment. On one of the days we were alone, I asked her to clean the library out and she did, but she purposely swapped all the books out and put them into coloured order. What I mean by coloured order was, in the brown section there would be random red ones in there to annoy you. She knew how I felt about my library and she reordered it.

One day she swapped my photographs out. I took pictures of images at an art gallery that I wanted to paint. She swapped them with images of her in such a coital position. It held power, desire, femininity, omeganess." Hyunjin showed her the photographs of her in different positions. She was mesmerised but confused. She didn't recognise them or herself. They were positions of pure utter confidence. Arousal. Desire. Need. Sexuality. Want. They were all of the erotic semantics. "Oh. My." Y/N touched them slowly. They felt too intimate and personal as if she were looking at another woman. Technically she was. This was her in another past life. She understood then why Hyunjin spoke about her in the third person. It was like the old Y/N was a lucid dream. "Do you wish she still existed?" Y/N asked curiously as she looked at Hyunjin who bit his lip nervously. "Yes and no. I still own you and you are always going to be mine." Hyunjin warned as he watched her lick her bottom lip. Her arousal was still there from the day before. "Jinnie I'm always going to be yours. We've been through so much-" "And Seungmin's not your favourite beta?" Hyunjin growled as he wrapped his large hand around her throat tightly, watching the way she threw her head back. Y/N was prepared to bring back his old memories. She wanted to arouse him. Relive his deepest and darkest fantasies. "You want to fulfil my fantasies, huh? Go and bring Seungmin in here. Off you go." Hyunjin ordered. He could feel her nerves and confusion but acted on the order and left to get Seungmin. "What have you done? Why does he need me?" Hyunjin could hear Seungmin flapping about being called to Hyunjin's art office. It made Hyunjin laugh at how stressed he was.

Hyunjin watched the two enter his room nervously. They were unsure of what he wanted them to do. Hyunjin showed Seungmin his old photos of her. He gasped as he saw the erotic photos at the height of femininity. Seungmin had not expected to see something so divine. "I don't understand, Hyunjin." Seungmin breathed out. "I want you to fuck and play with our mate while I take some photos," Hyunjin said, freely waving his arms around. "Are you sure?" Seungmin looked between the two in confusion. Y/N was willing to do anything to her alpha, so she walked over to his sofa and slowly started to strip when Hyunjin stopped her. He wanted Seungmin to do it. Seungmin slowly walked over to her and kissed her deeply, ignoring Hyunjin's snaps with the camera. Seungmin admitted he was getting stage fright but pursued. His mate's arousal gave him confidence.

Seungmin took his time stripping both of their clothes off. Carefully placing their discarded clothes on the other chair. "Sit in front of her and lick her sweet cunt while she plays with her breasts," Hyunjin demanded. Seungmin did as he was told and crouched down, spreading her legs open so he could take a lick. Y/N squeezed her breasts, subtly looking at Hyunjin as he snapped from different angles. The sight turned her on more and more. Y/N let go of her left breast to push Seungmins head forward. She stroked his head as he sucked with gratitude until she came. Seungmin lifted his head giving her a deep kiss as one hand tangled in her head and the other grabbed her throat. Seungmin broke the kiss and squeezed tightly causing her to smirk. Her head went backwards along with her eyes. She was more feral than the last images. These portrayed a dark desire. Something sinful and dangerous.

Seungmin then relaxed and moved to position himself into her tight pussy so he could fuck her while Hyunjin snapped away but Y/N stopped him. She wanted Hyunjin to play with her. She wanted Seungmin to take the photographs. She wanted the devil's touch. And the devil obliged. He pulled her roughly up by the hair, her back arched into his chest as he forced her to look up at him. Hyunjin spat on her face. The spit glided down her face. Down her breasts to the floor. Hyunjin then groped her harshly before his hand went to her wet pussy playing with her. Hyunjin then pushed her down so he could fuck her from behind. His thrusts were relentless. The position was tight. Dreadful. Harsh, but amazing. Seungmin put the camera down and rushed over wanting to place his cock in her mouth but Hyunjin made him get the camera, so he awkwardly ran back to grab it. Snapping away as she sucked his cock. The two fucked her until they came and knotted. It was the most phenomenal sex she had had in a long time and she loved it.

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 42 part three

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Just Call Me Angel of the Morning

Now we are in the Jingshi, and Wei Wuxian is waking up in Lan Wangji's bed and also apparently in his shirt, since we know Wei Wuxian doesn't own any white clothing.

Lan Wangji gets up without needing to use his hands - I never tire of watching that - and comes over to check on Wei Wuxian, who promptly lies about his condition.

Lan Wangji confidently yanks WWX's shirt open to check out his titties abdominal wound for himself.

There's no blushing or flusterment on either side; Wei Wuxian only becomes modest when Lan Wangji looks at the curse mark on his arm.

(More after the cut!)

Wei Wuxian says that now he knows who the last person on the curse's kill list is, and speculates about the identity of the person who's helping them to hunt Jin Guangyao, dorkily speculating that the person is JGY's vengeful ex.

Suibian

Next, Lan Wangji talks with him about Suibian, and how it sealed itself when Wei Wuxian died. Although it also sealed itself back when he fell into the burial mounds, so it's maybe been consistently sealed since then.

Lan Wangji demonstrates how locked the sword is by doing this:

Nice framing, camera operator.

Love the Way you Lie

Zewu Jun arrives and Wei Wuxian gets out of bed but doesn't get dressed. Zewu Jun might as well get used to seeing him like this because it's going to become a regular situation.

Lan Wangji explains what Wei Wuxian saw in empathy, and Lan Xichen says "yeah, but you didn't see it; you trust him, and I only trust you and Jin Guangyao." Lan Wangji feels that Jin Guangyao is a lying liar but Lan Xichen feels that he's a precious baby who only murders occasionally. What follows is the Lan Brothers version of a heated argument.

Lan Xichen says "you think you're right, but can't I think I'm right?" Lan Wangji does not say "I got whipped 33 times for my man and you just stood there, how about you fuck off?" because he is a better person than me. Wei Wuxian politely interrupts and Lan Xichen stops and puts his nice face back on again.

(Actor) Liu Haikuan is amazing. Lan Xichen assures Wei Wuxian that he won't snitch on him until they sort out what's really happening.

Fortunately for brotherly harmony, Wei Wuxian is a genius, and realizes that something is wrong with the soundtrack of his Empathy session. He plays Song of Cleansing: Jin Guangyao Remix for them.

They tell him he played it slightly wrong, and he's hilariously (and appropriately) put out that they would think he is capable of a mistake like that.

Because he is a genius, he guesses that musical cultivation can be used to harm people, not just to help people and/or control them after they're dead, and that Jin Guangyao modified the music accordingly.

Library

It happens that the Lans have a collection of harmful music. They trot off to the library together, and sexy Librarian Lan Xichen opens up the secret section.

The secret section has way more books in it than the regular section, including a book of music collected by a Lan from an earlier time, called the Collection of Chaos.

This music can rile up a person's Qi, suppress their power, kill them, and other bad stuff. As soon as he has the book in his hands, Wei Wuxian figures out Jin Guangyao's entire plot against Nie Mingjue.

There is also a guqin in the room, presumably used to learn secret music, and when Lan Wangji sits at it there is suddenly incense burning and a fresh flower in the vase. Lan Wangji is magic.

Soundtrack: Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton

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Can You Hear Me - A Babylon the Great Bonus Chapter

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Author's Note: Our first bonus chapter!!! Think of them as mini-scenes off the "camera" of Babylon, between or nestled within the chapters. Not "required reading" to get the story, but still fun (for me. You guys are gonna loathe me for this one).

Chapter title from This is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 1.5k

Chapter Summary/Warnings: You sit on the roof of your car. Takes place a month after Chapter 15. Usual warnings.

Tags: Dean Winchester/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, angst (so much. I'm so sorry)

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Dean would’ve loved this view. Starlight and water and infinite land, all from the roof of a car—which he would’ve thought made it better—and paired with a warm breeze. 

He really would’ve loved it. 

Would’ve.

If he was here to see it, Dean would have loved this view.

And if you were brave enough, you’d work out where they’d buried him, just to make sure it was somewhere he would have liked. 

But you’re not brave enough. Even just the thought of a cross in the dirt, knowing Dean’s body—not Dean himself, golden and amazing and made of maybe the only light you’ve ever been able to feel, really feel, in more than just your bones and blood—is buried too deep in the ground for you to touch him, makes you feel sick. Empty. Wrong.

He’s gone, and everything in the world is dull and wrong, but he really would’ve loved this view.

Almost as much as you loved him.

Love him.

You still love him.

He’s dead, but you’ll love him until you join him. 

“What do you think it’s like?” He’d asked you, a month before the end, and you’d just shrugged, not looking up from your book.

You should’ve looked up.

You should’ve looked at him while there was still a Dean to look at. A pretty face and boyish smile that’s never going to be focus on you again, green eyes that are probably nothing but dirt by now, short hair you’re never going to get to feel under your fingers.

But you’d kept looking at your fucking book.

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Deano.”

He’d shrugged in your periphery, his foot bumping yours as he spoke. “Hell. What do you think hell is like?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think it’s like, a freakin’ resort, and those sons of bitches are selling it bad to scare off the tourists. Beaches and beer pong and all the fruity drinks you could ever want in your fucking life. They’ve probably got pina coladas,” Dean had hummed your name, and you’d known he’d been joking—trying to distract you, or himself, or do anything but feel the time, slipping away—but had only made you squeeze the book a little tighter. “You should come with me. We can make a thing out of it, like me and Sammy goin’ to Vegas.”

“You and Sam have never gone to Vegas. You say you’re going to, and then you don’t.”

“Well, he can come with us then.”

You’d sighed, biting on the inside of your cheek until it stung, and refused to keep talking about it. 

Dean had bumped your foot again. You should’ve dropped your book, crawled into his lap, and kissed him until he shut his big, pretty, stupid mouth about hell, and going to hell.

You didn’t. 

And he’d kept talking.

“C’mon, Princess. I showed you mine.”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

“Guess.”

“No.”

“Dean Winchester-“

“Oops.” He’d hummed. “Full name. If you’re gonna stab me, can you tell me now so I can start running?”

“Shut up.”

“Bossy.” He’d been grinning. You’d been able to hear it in his voice.

You’ll never be able to hear his voice again, either. It’s been haunting you, but it’s always haunted you, and you’d always thought deep down that you’d hear it again, that you’d find your way into Dean’s gravity again, but now-

“For me.” He’d said. “Just, entertain me, okay? Please?”

You’d been sitting on the floor of Bobby’s library, and Dean had been right next to you even though it was a big room, and you’d been able to feel the heat of his body.

You really hoped they’d buried him somewhere nice. Not too cold, but not hot, either. He’d always hated things being too much of one or the other.

Hated.

If he could feel things, Dean would’ve hated being buried somewhere too warm or cold.

He’d always been a dramatic little bitch like that.

You love him a little more than you think should be possible. More than the sun loves the moon, and the moon loves the tides and the tides love the water. More Romeo loved Juliet.

You’d stayed alive for Dean.

And that was a fucking bigger testament of your love than dying with him. 

And he’d said for me.

You hope that he somehow knows you would’ve done anything for him. That you’d tried to do anything for him. That if a single fucking crossroads demon would take the offer of your soul, you’d have gone in his place. That if the Sky told you it would bring Dean back, you’d do whatever it wanted you to. Be whatever you had to be.

So finally looking up from your book with a sigh, and entertaining Dean’s question, it was really nothing at all.

“I don’t know.” You’d muttered, running your thumb over your palm. “I mean, there’s Dante’s architecture. And every religion has its own idea of it. Maybe fire and brimstone, or just, you know, lonely wandering. A lot of cultures think Hell is being forgotten.”

He’d frown into the air. “Huh. Should I make Bobby get a tattoo of me on his forehead, so no one ever forgets about me?”

You’d giggled at that. You’d been exhausted and flustered and in pain, but it had been Dean, so you’d giggled.

“I think you can try.” You’d hummed. “But I also think you can get shot.”

“Smart. I’ll make Sammy do it instead.”

“And I wish you luck with that.”

“Thanks, Princess.”

“Don’t thank me yet, De. I’m not getting the face tattoo.”

And he’d laughed, and smiled at you, and for a moment—and a little longer, maybe forever—the world had been Silver and peaceful, and it had all only been Dean.

And you loved him. 

And he’s not forgotten—as long as you have breath in your body, he won’t be, tattoo or not—but he is in hell. If you’re lucky, it’s the resort he’d jokes about.

But if your dreams are even just a little right, it’s... not.

There was a man in the gas station, this evening. He’d smiled at you with white teeth and a crooked glow behind his eyes, and you almost thrown up. He’d called you pretty, and ask what a beautiful little thing like you was doing in a place like this, and you’d only barely been able to swallow your spitting, venomous sneer of the truth.

So you’d just said running. As far away as you could get, because the man you love is dead and nothing in the universe is okay.

You hadn’t said that last part.

But the man had left you alone anyway—flashing two knives at someone will do that—and you’d just keep running. Moving. Going, until you found somewhere to drop that Dean would somehow catch you, or until you found Dean.

There had to be a way to get to Hell in more than a nightmare. A way to bring him back that didn’t kill you in the process, or a way that did. 

And there has to be a place you can run where the Sky can’t see you.

You haven’t found it yet.

But you’ll keep going until you do.

“I know you’re watching.” You mutter, looking up to meet its millions of blinking eyes. 

There’s always one, just one, trained on you.

And right now, as the Silver casts further and further out of your body—until you’re the fury of the wind and the resolve of the dirt and the ache of the car beneath you, missing the man who made it—you know the sky is only looking at you.

Same as it always does, when you speak.

So you know it’s listening.

“I’m not going to stop. You can’t make me, and if you weren’t a fucking coward.” You spit that last word, letting your lips curl into a sneer. “You’d come down here and fucking face me. Help me, instead of just watching me like a pussy. Because I need him, more than I’ve ever needed you, and I’ll keep going until he’s home.”

Safe. 

At your side.

And the Sky remains silent, and the tears start to fall—they always do, around this time of night—and you don’t choke on them.

You’re not allowed to.

“I just need him to come home,” you whisper, and it’s not for the Sky to hear, but it still does. “I’ll- I’ll do anything, just bring him back. Please.”

Nothing.

And Dean stays de-

Gone. 

You can’t say that word. It makes you feel small and useless and rotten, and it’s so permanent, so you never say it.

Dean’s gone. And one day you’ll scream, and the Sky will respond.

One day you’ll snap, and destroy it, and maybe Dean will emerge from the ash.

But he’ll come home.

He’ll come back. 

And you’ll show him this view, and you’ll love him, and maybe—if you’re given a lucky you’ve never been offered before—the sky will finally look away.

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・｡Stress Relief 🌼

You've ordered: honey ice cream! enjoy!

"You always had me, you're always shining~"

Regulus Black x reader | word count: 784 words

Summary: you're stressed from class, so your boyfriend helps you relax 🌼

Warnings: none!

Note: first time writing for reggie (i love him <3) random little drabble that i just had to write! fyi, i'm not completely familiar with all things mauraders and i only really ever dabbled in harry potter. so, if anything seems off or wrong, please let me know! (changed some things w/ my format! got some help with this fic from: @crescenthistory ! (amazing writer btw💕))

You walked into your dorm room and immediately flopped onto your bed, face first. A groan left you as you internally cried about what had just occurred in class. You, yes you, had made a more than embarrassing mistake during potions class today, accidentally mixing up two vials of similar colored liquids and almost turning your seat mate into a newt. Professor Slughorn was obviously concerned about the mistake, but waved it off as the class snickered under their breaths. No, you'd never recover from this.

A knock on your door pulled you back to reality. You didn't even bother to get up, turning your head to the side so you could yell "It's open!" The sound of the turning doorknob, the creak of the door opening and closing, and the sound of deliberate footsteps filled your ears before a familiar dark haired slytherin came into your field of view as he crouched down next to your bed.

"Who snapped your wand in two?" he asked in a sarcastic manner, moving to sit next to your laid out form.

"I don't wanna talk about it..." you grumbled, turning your head to face him.

"Oh come on, I bet it's not that bad," he urged, poking your cheek with a silver ringed finger.

"I ruined a potion and almost turned half my class into red newts." Regulus had to bite back a laugh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he glanced back at you. 

You heard the sheets rustling and felt Regulus's body scoot closer to you. He laid next to you and after a few seconds, you felt his arms encircle you, pulling your head into his chest. This surprised you since Regulus wasn't particularly keen on initiating intimate physical touch like this. The fact that he was doing this to make you feel better made your heart warm up.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, gently resting your head on his chest. "So, tell me more about how you almost turned half your class into newts."

"Regulus!" you yelped as you felt him pinch your side teasingly.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop." he murmured, resting his chin on your head.

"Enough about me. How was your day?"

"Not as eventful as yours, that's for sure." he made that comment knowing you'd playfully smack him in the chest.

"My day was alright. Rather boring, but alright. Spent most of it at the library. Then I spent about an hour helping Dorcas settle an argument with Barty." Regulus said, letting out an annoyed huff, as if remembering the event gave him a headache.

"What was it about?" you asked, knowing that the two always got into play arguments.

"They were playing old maid in the Slytherin common room and Dorcas accused Barty of cheating. It did start off as playful and somehow ended the same way?" regulus mumbled, a look of slight confusion on his features.

"Why do you say that? I'm sure the whole thing was pretty much just playful banter." "Halfway through the game, Barty almost flipped the table...."

"Yeesh, sounds like you had a rough day too." you laughed, Regulus frowning a little as you reached up to pinch his nose. He let out some weird noise that made you burst into a fit of laughter.

"Y/n-" You cut him off by burying your face into his neck, your body vibrating as you continued to laugh.

"It wasn't that funny, okay?" You couldn't even bring yourself to protest, more laughter leaving you as you stopped to imitate the sound he made, only to laugh harder.

Though he looked as if he were embarrassed by you laughing at him, it really brought a smile to his lips. Seeing you, tears in the corners of your eyes and your stomach hurting a bit from laughing so hard, was probably one of the times he thought you were the most precious, the most beautiful. but he'd never say that out loud. Regulus rolled his eyes playfully, scooting over as if to get up.

"If you don't stop laughing at me, I'll leave."

"Whaaaat? Nooo, I'm sorry. It was just," You paused to laugh once more, catching your breath. "It was really cute!"

"It was not. That was embarrassing."

"Whatever you say" you teased, leaning up to give him a little peck on the lips as he pouted. A grin spread over his lips and you could see his ears were still a bit red from embarrassment. "There he is!" you exclaimed, cupping his face into your hands.

Even though you both had pretty shit days, you always managed to make one another feel better in the end. 🌼

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[mysteryshoptls]

R Kalim Al-Asim - Night Sky Chiffon Vignette

"They're spinning round and round."

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Jack: Phew, my arms are really feelin' it. The Princess of the Tower's pretty tough… Can't believe she'd be climbing like this every day.

Deuce: Yeah. It feels like my arm muscles are practically screaming… Made me realize just how much more training I need to do.

Kalim: That's 'cause the two of you were like, "This is a perfect chance to work out!" or whatever, and tried climbing using just your arms.

Kalim: I used my feet with my arms, so it was easy-peasy. Ahahah!

Jack: It was surprising how nimble you were, Kalim-senpai… You got up to the ceiling real fast.

Kalim: I had so much fun climbing up and down! What should we do next?

Jack: We'll do laundry. Uhhh, what sort of equipment did we get delivered for that in the end?

Jack: If I recall, when we were putting together a list of supplies we needed, you wrote down a laundry machine. Of course, Riddle-senpai immediately said no.

Kalim: Ummm, I think I saw it over… Here it is! We got given this tub!

Deuce: Okay. My dormmates brought over the soap, so let's start wash…

Deuce: …Wait. How are we supposed to get water for this?

Jack/Kalim: Ah!

Jack: Damn… I didn't even think about the water, since I just always assume it's there when I do laundry.

Jack: That tub's actually pretty big, huh. Looks almost as big as a kid-sized pool.

Kalim: Maybe it's 'cause I asked for a 4-person washing basin.

Deuce: Yeah. With something this big, I feel like all four of us could wash stuff together all at once…

Jack: But it's not like there'd be a faucet we could use in the library, and it'd be pretty hard to get enough water to do laundry brought in through that window.

Riddle: You're right. We'll have to request a different container, or a long hose to be brought to us, and in the meantime, we'll do something else…

Kalim: Oh, what, we need a ton of water? I can help with that!

Kalim: If I use my Unique Magic, I can fill this tub up lickety-split.

Jack: For real? That'd be great. So then, let's figure out what to wash… I guess our PE clothes'll have to do.

Deuce: We worked up a sweat earlier, so it'd be great to get 'em washed. Thank you, Asim-senpai!

Kalim: Yeah, leave it all to me! Here I go! "A haven within the hot hands, a never-ending feast. Sing! Dan…"

Riddle: STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!

Jack/Deuce: HUH!?

Kalim: What's wrong, Riddle～?  You're gonna make me jump if you shout like that all of a sudden.

Riddle: I'm the one who should be startled here!

Riddle: You want to use your Unique Magic…? There are a plethora of books in his library of which only one exist of it in the world!

Riddle: If you produce such a large quantity of water, what if you get them wet?

Deuce: Eh, you're telling me that Asim-senpai's Unique Magic makes that much water…?

Riddle: Indeed. There was an incident during a Housewarden meeting once, where upon hearing "I'm a tad thirsty," Kalim sprung forth to produce water with his Unique Magic…

Riddle: However, he unleashed an extreme amount, and soon enough, the Headmage's office was completely flooded.

Deuce: That much water!? That's amazing… But, yeah, I agree, it wouldn't be good for the library to flood.

Kalim: Don't worry, all I gotta do is control how much comes out so it just fills this tub, right?

Deuce: Oh, can you control it?

Kalim: Yeah! To an extent!

Jack/Deuce: "To an extent"!?

Kalim: My Unique Magic can make a ton of water with little magic.

Kalim: To put it another way, even pumping just a tiniest bit of magic can produce a ton of water, so it's pretty hard to control it carefully.

Kalim: But I've been able to fill a cup with water without it spilling over, so I'm sure it'll be fine! Trust me!

Deuce: Y-Yeah, sure, I believe in you, since you're the Scarabia Housewarden and all…

Riddle: It may be your specialty, but you said it yourself, it is difficult for you to control. I should be the one to use magic to produce the wa…

Kalim: Thanks for trusting in me! Here we go, Oasis Maker!

Jack/Riddle/Deuce: AAAAH!

Kalim: Ooh, that went well. Ooh, that went well. Look at the PE unforms, they're spinning round and round.

Riddle: Whew, thank goodness…! It seems we were in luck today.

Jack: It's actually got a pretty strong current. I was expecting us to have to handwash it, but it feels like it'll be clean in no time at this rate.

Deuce: Yeah. You know what this spinning reminds me of…?

Riddle: It feels akin to a washing machine. Thanks to Kalim's massive stream of water, it makes it look like the water in the basin has a current of its own.

Kalim: I don't really get what you all are saying, but I'm guessing it means it's all good!

Deuce: Yes, it was. Because of your help, we were able to finish the laundry quickly. Thank you!

Kalim: Good, I'm glad.

Kalim: Mm, soo, what's next…? Ummm, we gotta do that, uh, rinse thing, right?

Deuce: Huh?

Kalim: I've never done laundry myself before, y'know. I always thought I'd like to try it sometime, though～!

Kalim: It'll feel good to have lean clothes, right? So now, I'll make some more water to help rinse off our laundry!

Jack: You're going to make more water!?

Riddle: KALIM, DO IT CAREFULLY! THIS TIME TOO, BE EXTRA CAREFUL!!

Kalim: Yeah, of course! I'll get it done no problem.

Kalim: I'm gonna make sure everyone's laundry gets super clean!

Requested by Feli.

[httpvomitello]

hi!!! i really liked your neville fic! i was wondering if i could request one with neville where he’s super nervous/insecure and reader reassures him? fem reader and maybe ravenclaw reader if you’re willing. tysm!!

Hellooo, own i'm glad you liked the other fic, and i hope you like this one too ~ ♡

Rooted in Love .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: Neville Longbottom had always doubted himself. He wasn’t the most confident, the most skilled, or the most charming. And yet, somehow, he had fallen for you—the sharp, witty Ravenclaw who made his heart race.

neville longbottom x f!ravenclaw reader

Neville had been avoiding you.

At first, you thought you were imagining it. Maybe he was just busy, or maybe you had caught him at bad moments. But then days turned into weeks, and every time you looked his way, he was already looking somewhere else.

It hurt.

You weren’t sure what you had done wrong. Had you said something to upset him? Had you made him uncomfortable somehow?

So, being the logical Ravenclaw that you were, you decided to do something about it.

Which is why you were now marching straight toward him in the library, determined to get some answers.

Neville was sitting at a table in the Herbology section, hunched over a book about magical plants. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a pressed flower he had left between the pages.

“Neville,” you said, planting yourself in the seat across from him.

He startled so hard that he nearly knocked over his inkwell.

“Oh! Er—hi,” he stammered, his face already turning red. “Didn’t see you there.”

You frowned. “Have you been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened. “What? No! Of course not—why would I do that?”

“You tell me,” you said, crossing your arms. “Because for the past two weeks, every time I try to talk to you, you disappear.”

Neville swallowed, staring down at his book as he fidgeted with the sleeves of his sweater. “I—I didn’t mean to. I just…” He hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip.

You softened slightly, sensing something deeper beneath his nerves. “Neville,” you said gently, “what’s wrong?”

He let out a small, shaky sigh. “It’s stupid.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

He hesitated a moment longer before finally mumbling, “I just don’t get why you’re even with me.”

Your heart twisted. “What?”

Neville glanced around, lowering his voice. “You’re—you’re you,” he said, as if that explained everything. “You’re brilliant. You’re funny. You’re confident. You could be with someone—someone better.” He let out a bitter chuckle. “Someone who doesn’t trip over his own feet half the time.”

You stared at him, realization sinking in. “Neville, do you really think so little of yourself?”

He didn’t answer. But the way he avoided your gaze said enough.

Your chest ached.

You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. “Neville, listen to me. You are brilliant. You are kind, and brave, and wonderful. And I don’t want to be with ‘someone better’—because to me, you are the best.”

He finally looked at you, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “You really mean that?”

You squeezed his hand. “With all my heart.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, as if trying to determine whether you were being honest. Then, slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased.

“…I really like you,” he admitted softly.

Your lips curled into a smile. “Good. Because I really like you too.”

Neville let out a small, disbelieving laugh, a blush creeping up his neck. “Merlin, you must think I’m ridiculous.”

“I think you’re adorable,” you corrected, grinning. “And also, a little bit of an idiot for not realizing how amazing you are.”

He huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I guess I’ve got some things to work on.”

“Well,” you said playfully, “lucky for you, I’m very patient.”

Neville smiled at you then—really smiled—and it made your heart flutter.

Maybe he still had doubts. Maybe he’d still struggle to see himself the way you saw him.

But right now, he was holding your hand.

And that was a start.

[ikykwklk-ash]

"Like a K-Drama"

Pairing: Lee Felix x fem!reader

W/c: 3150

Synopsis: as you leave the library you bump into a guy who helps you up and buys you a coffee to apologize. maybe you're in love? or maybe you're just friends?

thanks @thomlugaro26 for reading the 300 betas

You are in the library, and you are taking notes on what you are studying in the notebook next to the book. In your headphones you are listening to quiet music, like Wave To Earth, Bibi and Suggi, you are not aware of people entering and leaving the place. You are in your own world. Lost in studying and relaxing. You discovered this library a few weeks ago, it is somewhat hidden among the big buildings of the city. The first time you saw it you didn't even think it was a library, it seemed to be more like a bookshop, so you went in thinking of buying some new book, but as soon as you were inside you were enveloped in a warm silence. An old woman at the counter smiles at you and whispers a lively good morning. You have simply decided to browse the shelves a bit, look at what books are there and whether it is a possible place for a future. So, this routine started. You go to university, attend your lectures, come home, eat and then go to this library hidden from the world and stay there until it closes. You usually take a break in the middle of the day to stretch your bones and have a cold American in the bar next to the building, then return to study.

And indeed, you have just got up to go for your usual walk, you are walking towards the exit with your headphones on connected and 'Underwater' by Elephant Gym playing in your ears, only something is wrong as planned and if one moment you were walking, the next you find yourself sitting on the floor without know how this could have happened.

You look up, blink slightly to focus your vision: in front of you there is a boy with the long blond hair, freckles scattered all over the face seem to glow under the sun's rays that through the large window of the building, he too fell to the ground from the heavy impact; he has glasses hanging slightly from the nose and with a quick movement pulls them up and simultaneously settles a few strands of hair that had slipped from his half-tail.

“Oh God I'm so sorry...” you open your eyes wide, amazed, at the deep tone of your voice, not expecting such a low tone from such a sweet face.

"D-don't worry! Are you OK? You've fallen too"

The blond smiles warmly and nods “Don't worry, I'm not hurt, I'm Felix anyway”.

"O-oh, it's Y/N, I really hope you're not hurt."

"Y/N don't worry, I'm not hurt! In fact, as an apology can I buy you a coffee at the café nearby?"

You think about it for a moment and then nod, pick up your things that were still on the floor and slip them into your canvas bag. You start walking towards the library exit as Felix smiles at you and then looks at the drawing on your bag: an open blue videotape on the left and three rectangles on the right, "Do you listen to Wave To Earth?" you ask with eyes wide open.

"Um... yes, do you know them?" you ask surprised.

"Of course! I just finished listening to the new album, they're great!"

Your smile widens even more as you nod "It's true, I don't know how to explain what I feel every time that I listen to them, by the way listening to their music helps me concentrate better and the new album is something of mysticism!"

"Oh my God, I absolutely agree. Besides, with the new album they really outdid themselves, I don't know how to explain to people how I feel every time I hear 'are you bored?' or even 'slow diva'. I love them."

While talking about the new album and which song you like best, you arrive at the bar and Felix holds the door open for your glass, you thank him with a nod of the head as you finish telling how you started listening to the Wave to Earth and sit down at a table.

"Um, so what are you having?" asks Felix as he looks at the menu.

"I think I'll have the iced American and um... a chocolate muffin, you?" you say after giving a quick read through the menu, even though by now you knew it by heart after all the times you had entered that pretty little café in pastel green and pink.

“I think I'll have a milkshake and a pistachio croissant”, he says, smiling sweetly. After a few minutes, the waiter arrives to ask for orders: "Hi guys, what can I get you?"

"Hi Jack, for me the usual and for Felix a milkshake and a pistachio cornetto. Are you in the room today?" he asks, smiling at the boy standing next to your table. He snorts in amusement and answers you affirmatively, then turns around and goes to deliver orders to the counter.

"Do you come here often?" asks Felix.

“Um yes, since I discovered the library, the café has become my second favourite place. I have started coming here so many times that at one point I made friends with everyone, even the owners”, you laugh as you look around, scanning every corner of the room.

While waiting for your orders, you start talking about more and less, beginning to discover little things about each other.

"FELIIIIIIIX" shouts, at one point, a voice from the other end of the room; the boy turns around and sees himself coming a colourful blur at full speed, jumping on his legs to embrace him.

"Jisungie!" Felix mirrors the newly arrived boy's happiness, while you smile slightly at that scene, then comes the realisation and you look at Felix with mild shock.

"Hello Lixie, hello Y/N-ie," said a calmer voice behind you, you turn around and see Minho looking at you with a slight smile and a beige apron with cats drawn on it.

"Oh? Do you know each other?" you ask Felix.

He nods and explains that Jisung is his roommate and best friend and together they are the ‘Sunshine Twins', and consequently knows Minho because he is Jisung's boyfriend and is now in their flat 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

You laugh at the situation you found yourself in, while Jisung and Minho take two chairs from the table next to each other and bring them closer to you by sitting down.

All four of you start chatting together while you and Felix sip the drinks you have ordered. You talk about more and less; you get to know Felix more and he begins to get to know you. It is a game of glances, of new words, of small gestures that make you think 'oh wow'. Minho and Jisung tell funny anecdotes about the blondie, and you laugh out loud. You begin to appreciate the company of the boy, observe how the rays of light shine on his face, how his freckles become light up every time one of those golden rays falls, gently, on them. Notice the lightness of his touch in everything he does, how he arranges unruly strands of hair behind his ears. How he listens carefully to what Jisung has to say, how he responds to Minho's stories...

The hours pass in that small pastel-coloured bar, they pass so quickly that you do not realise that it is now closing time, until Minho gets up and says: “I must close the bar now, I'm sorry. Felix can accompany you to your home, it's too late for you to go out alone Y/N”.

And you gladly accept Minho's proposal, because Felix smiles at you and makes you feel safe. You step outside the bar, breathing in the summer air of early September, the blond boy accompanies you through the narrow streets of the city until you get to your flat. Before leaving, however, Felix asks you for the phone number and you smile and give it to him. Then you say goodbye with a promise to see each other again one of these days.

You enter the house, your face aches from how much you are smiling, the mirror in the hallway reveals your red cheeks, maybe that's why you feel so hot.

Days pass, you and Felix start going out more often, your phone starts to have more notifications to read: your chat is full of messages, memes, tiktok links, funny tweets, instagram posts and sometimes even tumblr. You come to realise that l, indeed, feel strong feelings for the blond boy. Every time a message from him arrives, you find yourself smiling, blushing and giggling like a young girl struggling with her first love. You are always faced with the lost library, enter together after a brief greeting and look for the most hidden place inside, then sit down and start studying or reading new books. Take a break when one of you can no longer sit, get up and go to Minho and Jisung's bar, take your usual order and you chat amongst yourselves, sometimes the two owners of the bar join in your conversations. Then you return to the library to continue studying.

Today is no different, you have just come out of the library at the end of the day and Felix asks if he can accompany you to your home, you nod in affirmation and as you speak your shoulders begin to touch each other, hands brushing. Oh, you are so hopelessly in love with this blond boy that you have met by chance. By now you spend your days thinking about him, writing to him, drawing little hearts on papers scattered, on desks, wherever a pencil or pen might leave trails of graphite or ink.

Arriving at the door of your flat, Felix smiles at you with that smile made of sunshine, which makes one feel at home, protected. "He is beautiful," you think.

"T-thank you, you look beautiful too," says the blond, his cheeks dusted with a light red. You fucking said out loud. Then, slowly, you realise the compliment and blush. You lower your gaze in embarrassment while giving a shy smile.

Felix chuckles and comes closer, slowly wrapping you in an embrace, almost asking permission to touch you.

Stand there shifting your weight from one foot to the other, holding each other close. Enjoying the warmth that a hug can give. No matter what is going on around you, the important thing is that you are with him, that you are together. Him and his blond hair. Him and his freckles are made of starlight. Him and his smile warmth that makes you melt every time you see him. Him and his heat. Feel your legs of jelly when you are away from each other. You don't know if you can still stand, you feel you could fall at any moment to the other by how much your legs tremble with the love and affection you feel for him.

Eventually, you say goodbye, deciding to see each other again the next day, and when you see him coming down the stairs you lean against the wall with a sigh. A sigh and a smile on his face, his cheeks warm, his eyes shining for love.

You enter your flat, hang up your jacket and take off your shoes, throwing them randomly into the shoe rack. You sit down on the sofa of your small three-room apartment and look outside, enjoying the last lights of the day filtering through the window and thinking back to Felix and his arms around your body. You don't want to forget the feeling of light touch on your hips, you don't want to forget the warm breath tickling your neck, you don't want to forget the gentle rocking on your feet as you enjoy each other's presence. Hold those feelings for as long as possible, while you prepare your dinner, while you put on your pajamas and while you go to bed, write him a goodnight message and make sure he gets home safely, as you fall asleep.

The next day you wake up, think back to the hug and smile like you never did before. 'Fuck Y/N, it's just a hug, pull yourself together for God's sake' you think after a first moment. You sigh and get out of bed. You look at the alarm clock that says 7 a.m., get ready for university, have breakfast and then leave the house. Your phone vibrates for a notification

"Good morning Y/N ( ^_^ / ) "

"Good morning Lix ( ^ 3 ^ )"

You smile, you smile so much that an old woman looks at you strangely, but you don't care because She was probably the same when she received a letter from the person she was in love with.

You exchange messages until you enter the classroom, and the teacher starts the lesson. For all lessons all you do is think about the fact that you will see Felix again today, you are so distracted that you don't even realise that classes are over until one of your classmates asks you if you are okay. You smile and nod at him as you get up and run outside.

You meet at the entrance to the library, she smiles at you and the sun shines on her face and her blond hair, you meet and hold you in an embrace. After detaching yourself, you enter the library and sit down at your usual hidden place. You spend a couple of hours studying in that library, cast glances at each other and smile fleetingly in the silent space of books. When you decide to take a break, you get up and head for the bars of Minho and Jisung. As you walk Felix takes your hand and intertwines it with his, his palm is warm, it is comfortable. You arrive at the bar and go in, sit down and order the usual things.

The day progresses, you laugh together with the two bar owners, return to the library and study. When you see that it is starting to get dark outside, you get up and put your things away. Leaving the library Felix asks if he can drive you home and you gladly accept, walking in silence for most of time, occasionally chatting and smiling at each other.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you?"

You stop near a park and look at him, hesitantly nodding and smiling to go forward, Felix looks at you, takes a deep breath and mutters, blinks a couple of times.

"I did not understand"

Felix's cheeks dusted with red under the dim light of the streetlamps, he lowered his gaze shyly and whispered "I've liked you ever since we bumped into each other in the library..."

Your face starts to warm up and you look at Felix with your lips slightly open, your smile widens like this so much so that your face muscles ache, you approach the boy in front of you and slowly take his hand, he looks up at you and you whisper, “I like you too, ever since we started talking”. You stop for a moment and wait for the guy to realise your words, and when his eyes open wide, you continue "There was a precise moment when I realised I liked you. You were talking to Jisung, I don't know what about, and a ray came through the bar window and hit your perfect freckles, and your face lit up so much... for a moment I thought the Sun had come straight into the bar. The only thing I was thinking while you were talking to Jisung is that you were beautiful and that your freckles remind me of the constellations," you whisper softly, as if it were a secret that only the two of you could know. You whisper softly because, if you could, you would shout it to the whole world, you would shout how the boy's freckles are so beautiful, how much you love to see her warm smile and how her hugs make you feel good.

Felix looks at you with wide eyes and smiles at you so much that you are afraid he will get facial paralysis, you he comes even closer and with a delicate touch, as if he were holding a glass vase subtle, he takes your face, his gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes"

The boy comes even closer to you and tilts his head slightly, his lips brush against yours, your noses touching each other lightly. Your eyes close when he kisses you. It is such a gentle kiss; it makes you feel loved and protected. His lips are warm against yours; they taste like strawberries thanks to the lip balm that Felix spreads every so often. His hands fall on your hips, and you encircle his neck with your arms, drawing him closer. When you pull away to catch your breath, Felix smiles and takes you by the hand, his eyes meet yours and his cheeks turn red, highlighting her freckles.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes"

He kisses you again and again, then takes you by the hand and you walk towards Jisung and Minho's bar.

When you enter, Minho is at the counter preparing a customer's order, while Jisung is serving at a table. Minho briefly looks up when he hears the bell ring, his eyes are pointed at your hands entwined together and a smile breaks out on his face. He makes a movement with his head to a vacant table a little apart from the others. You sit and wait for your usual orders to arrive.

Don't wait long really, Jisung arrived with the smoothie for Felix and your coffee, placed them on the table and sat in the chair opposite yours, Minho arrived shortly afterwards and continued to observe. Jisung took a deep breath and smiled at you. He did not ask any questions, just looked at you and waited. Felix laughed slightly and began to recount everything that had happened in the park, you smiled and nodded, occasionally adding some details. The day ends like this, Felix accompanies you to your flat, you say goodbye, you kiss, and you decide to go out the next day as a date. When you go in you take off your shoes and put them in the usual place, you smile all the time as you get ready for bed, memories hovering before your eyes, the taste of his lips that you can still taste on yours, the warmth of his hands on your hips that still hovers around you. Smile even when you lie in bed and close your eyes.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Headcanons about Shellington or Inkling? Maybe about their lives before being octonauts?

I'm going to make a larger post about the professor soon, but for now I'll share some more about shellington!

Here's a lil doodle of him and his sister pearl! Sorry if it looks kinda messy <:3

As mentioned in another post shellington has POTS in my misty memories au, and I'm making a post that explains a bit more about it along with a requested artwork but if I get something wrong here pls let me know! This starts out a lil bit rough but It gets better

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Shellie grew up in a sea otter community where half of the town was floating homes and the other half was social areas and family areas in/on the water... falling asleep beneath the stars and all that yk? <3

Having POTS definitely would've made leaving his swimming sea otter community like.. really hard... esp if he wanted to get a higher education.

He always kinda felt bad about his disability growing up (not ashamed!) cuz his sister pearl would often try to stay behind with him or change her own plans for his sake, even tho she had older friends and interests that just weren't POTS friendly... not to mention alot of the sea otter communities games like wrestling and diving courses and races just... weren't really something he could DO....

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pearl never minded or saw it as a pain because they were honestly both raised pretty well enough to communicate their needs and feelings. Eventually shellington did make a few close friends of his own tho,but even then he and pearl were always close and enjoyed eachothers company ^v^

his parents tried to support him physically and mentally-and shellington knew he was loved, but that mixed with autism really just gave him this sense of othering at times. They did talk to him about that and they worked on it through communication and helping him find his own "niche" so to speak. And he always made sure to support his family too, he's a very good listener after all.

He got to have good experiences and got to make mistakes, learn from them, and grow up accepted and cherished even if he just had to do things a little differently sometimes.

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His dad was actually a jeweler that worked on a nearby shop on land and his mom did tutoring and was pretty active in their community.

Shellington was always in their local library researching creatures he couldn't find locally (creatures that traveled told him about so many interesting stories! His own parents used to travel alot before pearl and he were born and his old man would tell him tons of stories about their traveling adventures! And little creatures they met too) and drawing them.

Shellington loved to draw wherever he could and whenever he could and even won a few art competitions for youth through the years.

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Eventually he got older and his passion for sea creatures grew even stronger and stronger, making him dive into a world full of aspiration of understanding them all on a deep biological cellular level.

(Especially since he was very aware of all the "amazing natural cures" that were just a bunch of bs, he'd rather do research to find real helpful uses that might ACTUALLY help people someday)

The word was just FULL of mysteries of so many creatures abilities- and he just wanted to solve them and understand them and SEE EVERYTHING! He even got to work in a lab thanks to his academic success.

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It was that same passion that allowed him to excel and that same passion that lead him to being one of the first members (other than the captain tweak and inkling) to join the octonauts! He had a wide range of understanding and an even wider range of skills. Shellie understood creatures, the complicated webs and nature of ecosystems, and was deeply passionate.

So he did basically got his dream job!

And thats a bit of backstop for my shellie! Thoughts (and corrections/ suggestions for any inaccuracies ) are welcome !

[poorbrokemess]

Because I have extra time tonight here's some brains

🧠 you don't need to ask a deity to make an alter or space for them in your heart or home. They will appreciate it. So long as you do so respectfully.

🧠 do what feels right. Not what is easiest.

🧠 appreciate not appropriate

🧠 your body is a temple all in itself. If you are closeted and can't openly do so with things, know you, yourself, is enough.

🧠 you yourself is enough

🧠 The deities and gods won't get mad if you mess up. Make sure to clean up your messes and learn your lessons while you do so, however.

🧠 Growth. That's it. Grow. Always. In all the ways.

🧠 You will be wrong at times. Embrace it. It's part of the process.

🧠 Never stop learning

🧠 you yourself is enough

I love you ♥️

🧠 offerings can be something as simple as

*I'm feeling this joy of the sunshine for you apollon*

*that was the best joke I have ever heard, hey Hermes, that one's for you*

*OMG I LOVE THIS CHOCOLATE LOKI COME SHARE!*

🧠 being alive right now means you are probably struggling with money. That's okay. If you can't afford things. It's fine. I promise.

🧠 make things. It's okay if you think it sucks, child you would be amazed, so are the gods.

🧠 dumpster diving *where legal*(plus the tricksters love it)

🧠 Go learn something at the library. Actually go there. Support them. They might be gone soon.

🧠 thrifting will get you some amazing finds!

🧠 Estate sales? Those places where an old couple passed and their kids don't wanna mess with it, so they sell it all off? Those have treasures beyond messure.

🧠 go for walks in urban areas if safe. All of my alcohol bottles are bottles that were littered on the street. I don't drink, but the bottles make perfect offering containers once sanitized properly. Lots of my offerings are litter I've cleaned up off the streets.

🧠 you yourself are still enough

I still love you 🥰

Yeah, even you

🧠 🌟 this one is important

🌟Are you paying attention🌟

🧠 If at any point you don't wanna any more. You don't gotta. It's always okay to start over new. As long as you start over new with all the old knowings. Don't go into something and do it all the same expecting change.

That only happens with, change.

✨️addition✨️

🧠 you don't need a *veil* to veil. I have seen quite a few people displeased they can't because of various reasons. You very much can. You can make a braid of protection into your hair. You can wear a headband. I often veil with a scarf from the dollar store wrapped about my head.

🧠 you don't have to tell people why you do the *thing*

- I just like braids

- this music helps me focus

-I'm just super into *_____* mythology.

♥️ You don't actually have to tell people *why* so long as it's not hurting anybody, why would it matter? It won't. So do it anyway if it makes you feel better. ♥️

I love you ♥️

You're still enough

[jessilynallendilla]

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JASONxJAZZ 

Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante  T 

Meet Jasmine Fenton: Smart, resourceful, kind and the very proud sister of Amity Park's own undead superhero Danny Phantom. Therapist at your service. Intern at Arkham Asylum. Can kick your ass. Likes tea and long walks at the beach. Meet Jason Todd: Smart, resourceful, not-that-kind (if you say he's soft you may get knifed) and the very proud vigilante and protector of Crime Alley. Died for a while but got better. Holds grudges. Likes reading a nice book and the sound of the rain against the window. They are neighbors now. 

Batman, Meet Team Phantom  NR 118,359 SERIES 

Jason leaves Amity Park for Gotham, but an emergency call changes everything. The Fentons have discovered Danny's secret, and things are going horribly wrong. While Jazz, Sam, and Tucker save Danny from Jack and Maddie, the group is now on the run. Jason and his family pull all of their resources together to make things right. 

Present, Future, Past  T 

After a fight gone sideways, Bruce finds himself in the future, one that's a lot brighter than Bruce could have ever hoped for. And yet, there are still some shadows Bruce must overcome. But perhaps the insight of the future can help Bruce do just that. 

Can't Help Falling In Love (With You)  T SERIES 

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since trouble is her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will. 

When The Side Quest Gets Real  T SERIES 

Jason gets confused for one Jack Fenton by one exasperated teacher, who immediately tells him off for not answering the school's calls-Right in front of Tim and Dick. 

Shovel Talk?  T 3,464 

Things were finally running smoothly for The Batfamily, then Jason decided to throw a wrench into it. That wrench was named Jasmine Fenton. Now the whole family have to prepare for a shovel talk. 

Deal  T 3,884 ESRIES 

One day, a woman hires Jason to kill an unusual amount of people. The more he looks at the case, the more he is convinced he has to accept. 

There's Something Wrong With The Nightingale Siblings  G SERIES 

A reveal gone wrong, a drive to Gotham and a sister made of shadows. Danny didn't know this is what he was signing up for when taking the crown, but naming his sister queen regent was better than the alternative. He'll just have to see what kind of trouble Danny and Jasmine Nightingale can get up to in Gotham. 

Gotham's Favourite  T 1,315 

Jason has heard the rumours going around Crime Alley, about the Saint of the Dead. He didn’t believe them, at first, of course. How could he? When they spoke of an ethereal being that appeared amongst the living and brought them in contact with their dearest departed? Brought them closure? 

Drunk Summonings  T 1,577 SERIES 

Jason is dared to summon the ghost king. Only instead of getting the ghost king, he gets the queen regent. 

Core Skills  T SERIES 

Jason doesn't want to disappoint his family (or worst, be called out by his brothers). Jazz tries to get custody of Danny. I wonder where it all could go. 

Why Not?  T 5,263 

Jazz goes to Gotham Public Library to get out of the house. Jason has a rare day off. 

I'm Picking You Up  T 2,939 

Jason Todd has been secretly dating an amazing woman named Jazz Fenton, but hasn't told her about his vigilante/crime lord life. When he's captured by the Riddler on a day when the rest of his family is unavailable, he discovers that his girlfriend is more than meets the eye. Maybe he should have asked a few more questions... 

The Wonderous Beauty Of The Statuesque Scarlet  T 9,773 

Jazz knew she was tall. It wasn't like it affected her life or anything (sarcasm). It wasn't like she didn't end dates early because the dude asked her if it was really necessary for her to wear heels. Yes, she was tall. And strong. On top of that, she had duties as Ghost Princess, so finding a partner was not easy for her. 

The Night Will Come But Not To Stay  T 

Jazz is excited about going to Gotham University for college. It's halfway across the country from Amity Park and anyone who knows about her weird family or ghost nonsense. Finally, she can pretend to be a normal woman who just wants to go into psychiatry. She meets a cute guy named Jason, and they seem to be getting along great. Jason finally decided to put aside his vigilante work long enough to get a degree. He's learning how to be a normal person again, with a family that cares for him. He's even made a few civilian friends, including a cute girl named Jazz. Surely, nothing could come up that would reveal their other lives to each other. 

Cujo And The Ghastly Gotham Grabber  G 9,520 

When Joker grabbed Damian, Cujo said “not on my watch mister!” and proceeded to tear the clown to shreds. Then Cujo takes his new friend to Danny to make sure he’s okay. He is delighted when he makes even more friends when Damian’s brothers come looking for him. 

Talks At The Fenton Bar And Brunch And Mount Justice  G 8,299 SERIES 

The Fentons talk, meanwhile a six (and a half!) year old halfa does what every nosy child does and listens in only stopping when the ghost of time drops in for fudge. Meanwhile, Tim is wondering what the exact relationship the Fentons have with the Infinte Realms is that the Young Justice's newest member wants to look into Jason's background. 

You Look Like You’ve Seen A Ghost  T 37,602 SERIES 

Jason and Danny became friends in the Ghost Zone. This is about to be everyone’s problem. Batman just wants to know who this illusive teenager is. Because he’s a meta. Obviously. Not for adoption reasons. No siree, not him. 

Somehow Whatever's Eternal In Me Knows Whatever's Eternal In You  M 

Everyone knows the story of Jason Todd’s resurrection. He dies, he gets resurrected half a year later, he crawls out, goes to the hospital for another half year, and then gets taken by Talia to the League before he finally comes back to Gotham 3 years later. But what if that didn’t happen? When an additional force comes to Gotham with the intentions to take over, she finds Jason Todd lying on the ground and then decides to take him with her. Everything in Gotham changes. 

Wrong Exit  T SERIES 

Danny comes into the story too early and makes it everyone else's problem. 

Is Batman A Ghost?  T 

The Fentons learn about the Bats in Gotham. Thanks to the portal to the Ghost zone breaking and the ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, Fentonworks sets up shop in crime city. Shenanigans ensue 

Turning Shadows Into Shapes  T 

When the GIW gets too close to finding out who phantom is, Jazz takes custody of her adopted brother and moves out to Gotham. Danny is enrolled in West Reeve and Jazz goes to Gotham U, and finds a job at Arkham. Everything was going fine, for the first couple hours. The more Jazz and Danny try to avoid the Bats, the more they seem to meet, and Danny and Jazz figure that this can only lead to conflict. 

Won't You Be My Neighbor?  M 

Jazz is excited to start a new job in a city that has never heard of the Fenton’s. So what if they have raving psychopaths and people dressing up in tights to fight them, at least she doesn’t have to deal with ghosts. But, why did her new neighbor trigger her brother’s ghost sense? And why does she feel like she’s falling for the mysterious vigilante that crashed through her window one night? 

Blood On The Crown  M SERIES 

She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his brow, a covenant between them, a secret promise that she would tear the world asunder if it meant keeping him safe. 

Premeditation  T 17,192 SERIES 

The problem is that so few people are even able to see what the problem really is. The problem is that things that manage to find the balance on the knife’s edge of life are so, so hard to kill. The problem, Jasmine Fenton realizes, two weeks after she moves into Gotham, is one that almost no one, in any dimension or realm, is able to solve. The problem is simply put, though, even if it’s almost impossible. The problem is this: The Joker is a Halfa. 

Custody Battle  G 1,274 SERIES 

"Touch starved Danny gets cuddles from tallmom!Jazz and tankdad!Jason after a long and hard custody battle against the neglectful Fenton parents. " 

If You Find A Vigilante In The Dumpster  M SERIES 

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster. 

Crying Is Okay  T SERIES 

I will change the summary when I get a better idea I am winging this, but so far it's about what happens if Danny goes to University in Gotham and gets a job at Arkham. 

Rifts  T 

As a general rule, just when you thought it couldn't get worse it suddenly did. This is something the Fenton siblings knew from experience. The thing is, normally her brother is the one who puts them on the spot. This isn’t one of those times, and Jazz just knows that she will never get Danny to shut up about it. ...If they ever get to see each other again, of course. 

There Will Come A Soldier  T 9,644 

Jason jumps to defend a woman getting mugged but she uh...doesn't need the help. She appreciates the heart-eyes he shoots her, though. 

The Business Of Family  T 

Things are not well in Amity Park. With the GIW getting more and more aggressive and their parents becoming ever more suspicious of Danny each day that passes, Jazz knows that they're running out of time. It's not safe, and their options are painfully limited. Out of sheer dumb luck or a little intervention from Clockwork, she manages to discover a distant relative that just might be their salvation. If asked Oswald Cobblepot would say that it's just good business. Adopting a few kids had done wonders for Bruce Wayne's reputation, why not his? It's not like he can't afford to put them somewhere out of the way if they get to be a problem. It's just business. Nothing more. 

Advent Reunion  G 4,765 SERIES 

Danny was gone. The GIW had wrecked his core and Jazz was left grieving with her family and friends, all devastated. They hunted the monsters that destroyed her brother, hunted them all the way to the Himalayas and destroyed the Guys in White but Jazz felt like it was a hollowed out victory. Grieving and anguished she stole Vlad's booze and wander off, runs into a guy hiding a body and deciding to spend a weekend running amok with "Jason" (a nice jerk that left without even saying goodbye and who she really should not have developed feelings for). Then she discovered she was pregnant, and Clockwork told her he had placed Danny's ruined core in her so he could be reborn. Skip nearly seven years later and Jazz is the mother of a rambunctious six (and a half!) year old boy who is the reincarnate of her brother and she just moved to Gotham with her family to go to school. Jason meanwhile runs into a kid that tries to steal his wheel and pay for it with coco, a duck candle and a literal piggy bank... and then reunites with a blast from his past... and she has a tinier version of him attached to her hip. 

DANNYxTIM 

The Blob  T 

Tim sees a floating green blob and believes it is a delusion, but it is actually a ghost, one of the victims of the murderer he caught. The blob ghost latched on to him and refuses to leave. As Tim finally admits to himself that it's real, more blob ghosts attach themselves to Tim, hoping he will catch their murderer too. Finally, his family notices that something is amiss with him and attempts to figure out what is wrong. Meanwhile, Danny in the Ghost Zone hears that there is a human, in the living realm, that the blob ghost can't stop praising. 

Social Media + Insomnia = Epic Fails (Not Clickbait!)  T 8,216 SERIES 

Yes I Sleep @TimDrake_Wayne Fellas… is it gay if he’s dead? Otherwise known as: Tim makes an Oopsie 

Hold The Stars Close (Like You Were Holding My Hand)  NR 

Daniel Fenton had to run, Amity wasn't safe for him anymore, he couldn't stay, so he left. By no means did it mean that he understood how he ended up in a crime filled city with a baby to care for, and another teen vigilante for a co-parent. Maybe it would get better. 

You Can't Teach An Old God New Tricks  M 

Danny didn’t have a lot to his name. He arrived in Gotham 2 years ago lost and confused. He knew he was a king. He knew he was a halfa, and he knew that he ruled all of the infinite realms. But the harsh realities of Gotham also kept him on his toes as he tries to ignore his past. Nothing from before the age of 14 but electricity down his spine, A sister whom he loved, and an apparent complaint of his newfound lack of Empathy because of it. Danny had avoided the infamous Bats for too long but as the ghosts start to delve into the world once more moaning for the Phantom, and a family edging on being a gang. He finds himself far too close to the vigillante’s and Batman than he really wants to find himself. And as his world collapses in on itself, maybe he needs someone to catch him for once. Someone he never expected. 

Tim Drake's I.E.F (Invisible Eldritch Friend)  T SERIES 

The last thing Danny expected while haunting his new favorite pastime while bored (read: homeless) was to find out his secret identity. It was cool though, and he helped the dude get through the days easier now. He expected even less, though, to be caught rooting around in his fridge by their butler. The last thing Tim expected while getting stalked was to get used to the unseen creature and how they started taking care of him. He expected even less for them to be the same age 

Till Death And Beyond  T 85,655 

Danny and Tim have known each other for a year, have been dating for months, and are very happy. Sure, Tim would prefer if his boyfriend let him help him at least get a nicer apartment, or even an internship at WE but Danny won't let him. Dating Tim is not keeping his head down but as far as everyone knows, Danny Fenton died with his parents and sister. Danny Nightingale has no links to him, thanks to Tucker and Technus' magic. But there are still those who would love nothing more than to get their hands on Phantom, despite his not having been seen in a long time. And why is there a vigilante bleeding out on his apartment floor? 

Bones Exposed  T 44,774 SERIES 

After years of being a halfa, Danny's body starts to gain more symptoms from his death, resulting in his human half slowly dying. In a desperate attempt to live the rest of his life in peace, he becomes a hermit, living isolated in Gotham and only leaving his home when his services are needed at Wayne Enterprises. His life isn't what he expected, but it's his and he's accepted it. That is until Tim Drake gives him a reason to start looking for a way to stop himself from dying all the way. Now Danny is desperate to learn how to deal with his disabilities and stop his body from dying completely. At least he has Tim Drake at his side to help. 

This Is Me Trying  T 17,337 SERIES 

After an argument with Dick, Tim snaps under the pressure and quits the Bats. Thanks to some encouragement from Tam, Tim goes on a road trip in the hopes he can clear his head and figure out what he wants to do with his life now that he's left the Waynes behind. It's not easy, not even close, but somewhere along the way he meets a kindred spirit. And maybe, kinda falls a little in love along the way. 

The Price Of Peace  T SERIES 

The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace. Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons". The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title. And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them. Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy… Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement. 

Given Flesh And Form  M 6,308 SERIES 

When Bruce is stuck in time with no way out, there are faster ways to get results than to chase clues all across the seven continents...and it's not like Tim needs complete body autonomy anyway. So what if he agrees to host a budding baby royal ghost until it can form a new body? That's, like, what, under a year's worth of taking it easy? In exchange for his adoptive Dad's life? No contest. Tim strikes a deal with the King of All Ghosts and doesn't regret it for a second. Meanwhile. Tim's family is certain that something is wrong...but what? 

I'll Pay You Ten Times  G 5,004 SERIES 

Being kidnapped is nothing new. Being kidnapped by a boy more or less his age, with zero recollection of how? That's kind of new. Offering said boy, who looks like a mercenary, money to save him in hopes he doesn't have a moral code? Yeah, that's totally new. But Tim is acing it. He can do this. Now only if this mercenary didn't look so hot while kicking goons' butts, that would've been really nice. 

Better Halves (And Other Such Falsehoods)  M 

Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero. 

Ghosts Don't Go To High School  T 

Danny Fenton is having a good day, really. It's his birthday and the ghosts were leaving him alone for once! Then his parents discover his blood is contaminated with ectoplasm and move him halfway across the country to Gotham City! Now Danny needs to keep his secret safe from his parents, help a ghost child find her way home, and try not to get expelled from Gotham Academy. And why does the sight of his physics partner make his heart pound? Must be all the coffee he brings him. Danny needs a nap. 

Hi My Name Is Danny What's Your Favorite Dinner Food?  T 666 SERIES 

Clockwork is prolly laughing his ass off right now, the prick. Alrighty, itemizing time, what does Danny know about his current situation? He is apparently a cartoon here? 

The Bakery Is A Front!...Right?:  T 13,211 

Danny Fenton starts his own business in Gotham. He knows that moving to Gotham is dangerous, but it is the only other place with enough natural ectoplasm to sustain him. His bakery quickly grabs the attention of the locals for its fantastic taste and unknown secret ingredient. Things are fine until Danny starts hiring goons out of jobs and getting street kids to make deliveries. His pastries have a strange effect on people, leading people to assume Danny is pushing a new type of drug, using his bakery as a front for his up-and-coming crime empire. To prove it, Tim and Jason go undercover to find out what he uses and how to put him away. 

xOTHER BATFAM 

I Was In The Middle Before I Knew What Had Begun  G 

Danny Fenton is starting a new life with his sister Jazz. Only Jazz isn't the annoying, well meaning big sister that he's known all his life but a five-year-old. Now thrust into the position of caretaker to the one that has always been a caretaker to him, Danny has to push through his pain at losing the one he loved the most while reconciling to his new reality. Now Danny Fenton, uncle to Jazmine Fenton, he's struggling to make ends meet and keep the right to care for the last family member he's got (something that the city of Gotham is far too eager to rip away from him). Cassandra Cain is enjoying her life. She has a cause to rally for, something to devote her whole life to that gives her such purpose that she might as well be alive because if it. She is finally starting to engage in a civilian life as well, setting down some roots in a ballet studio and allowing herself to make some tentative connections with her peers there. When she offers to help out a friend with her ballet class for underprivileged children, Cass is struck by a young man carrying so much grief inside. When she investigates more, Cass discovers this Daniel Fenton is at the mercy of a merciless city because of his meta status. 

Harrowing Holidays  G 8,553 SERIES 

After a few months of dating, Danny invites Jason to Amity Park for Fenton Thanksgiving—both Danny & Jason have convinced themselves, despite all evidence to the contrary, that the other is their normal civilian boyfriend, and don't want to mess things up by revealing their secrets. 

Stand By You  T 11,867 

Dick tumbles through his bedroom window and stumbles to the kitchen. His black and blue suit is stained with blood but the pain from the cut in his side is nothing next to the mental anguish he’s feeling at the moment. All he wants is to get himself patched up and in bed. He had been optimistic this morning that today might turn out okay. Now he doesn’t remember why he’d ever thought that. Upon reaching the kitchen, finds the lights already on and a person dozing at the kitchen bar. His next step ought to have been equally soft as the ones before, barely audible, perfect for stealth. But between the pain and his surprise it came out as more of a thump than a soft pad like cat’s feet. She perks up and turns to face him. He freezes. It’s Jazz. It’s date night. 

We Are Infinite As The Universe We Hold Inside  NR 8,399 

Stephanie Brown finds herself in the awkward position of being pregnant with a god's child and learning this from John Constantine of all people. 

Time To Fall In Love  NR 6,294 SERIES 

A cult uses a ritual designed to summon and bind the Ghost King to their will. What they don't know is that it's actually a ghostly marriage ceremony. 

Equilibrium  M 

There's a new mask on Jason's turf, and this one refuses to leave. Will Jason be able to scare him off, or will they enter into a partnership that can either save them both or drag them screaming into the darkness that hides in both their hearts? 

Fuck Around And Find Family  M 14,144 SERIES 

Danny spends some quality time with the Batfam. And the GIW 

A Deal With The Ghost King  NR 4,524 

When the Ghost King refused their offer of souls in exchange for saving the world, the Justice League had been scrambling to find something he would accept instead. But when the King dissapeared and the world was saved when they weren't looking, Constantine had been in a panic. Someone else had made a deal with the King, offering something worth more than all the souls on Earth. But what? And who had made the deal? Meanwhile, Jason left the meeting. He had a date to plan! 

Empty Graves  NR 

Danny has lost everything. His family, his friends, his haunt. His core is shattered, his powers don't work. He wasn't able to save them, what good is he now? Stuck alone in the limbo between life and death, Danny has nothing left to live for. After a panicked flight that finds him stranded in Gotham, Danny stands atop a tall building and stares down, the tips of his shoes teetering over open air. he closes his eyes and--there's a scream. Fine. He'll try to save one more life. He has to. Or he'll die trying. 

Smash Or Pass?  T 

imagine this, a reporter is asking citizens of Gotham their opinions on the various bats in the city when they stumble across Danny.sleep deprived and looking it, Danny is not paying attention to the reporter at all. 

reporter: "What is your opinion of Red Hood?" 

danny, who stayed up all night playing smash or pass with sam and tucker, only hearing red hood: "Smash." and then danny keeps walking, unaware that he'd just gone viral with only a single word. 

Behind The Fortress Walls  T 32,706 

Jazz is in love with Dick. He’s kind, considerate, and caring. Far and away the nicest person she’s ever dated. But she’s lying to him. About so, so much. And he’ll hate her once he learns the truth. Assuming he doesn't get tired of her canceling all their dates first. When Danny and Ellie go missing, the latest in a series of ghostly disappearances, she's forced to cancel another date. Going to Elmerton to meet up with Tucker and Sam, she will get Danny and Ellie back from the GIW no matter what it takes. Only...they aren't the only ones breaking in. 

[lbcreations-blog]

I saw the reader x lucifer thing and i request cuddles for he!

Notes: short cuddle drabble coming up

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A comfort like no other

Lucifer was in his little workshop area working away on a new duck. He had been working on this duck for a good hour. Of course, he had made others that day in which so far he had been working for 5 hours.

He was obviously feeling a little down about something. He only would be making ducks for hours on end without leaving the workshop area if he was feeling down.

So, knowing that, you finally left the library and went to his workshop area to make sure he's ok.

Once entering, you saw him hunched over the desk working on another duck. You carefully approached him and gave him two light taps on his back him not expecting contact. He flinched, and in return, you flinched as well.

"Hey, Luci, im sorry about that. How are you?" You asked softly. "It's OK, I'm ok, love. What do you think of this duck I'm making?" He asked you, showing you his duck he was working on, which was weird since he usually only showed you a duck he made once it was done.

"It looks lovely, sweetie," you told him. "Thank you," he said as he grabbed his tools once again to continue. He looked off, for some reason, in your eyes. So you took his hands to stop him.

"Sweetie," you said. He then looked at you confused. "Yes? My love?" He asked, confused. "Are you sure you are alright?" You asked with so much concern in your eyes. Lucifer then looked away at his tools and half finished duck. So you took his chin softly to look at you.

"Lucifer. Please look at me, " you said to him. His gaze moved to your eyes in which you saw the sadness in his, and he saw the high concern in yours.

"Are you alright, Lucifer?" You asked again. In which you got a hug as a response, a tight one with his lovely face pressed against your chest. You hugged back, of course.

While doing so, you were going to ask if he wanted to lay down, but you felt your shirt get wet. 'Was he... Crying?' You thought.

Realizing he was crying, you put a tighter grib on him and picked him up.

You walked to the bedroom you both shared, and once getting in there, you used some of your magic to put you both in some pj's. You then moved the covers on your extra length king-sized bed. And carefully put him in the bed.

You then, of course, laid behind him and spooned him. (which means he's the little spoon in this situation if someone did not catch that)

You gave him circling rubs on his chest. "So what's got you mucked up, hmmm?" You asked him. He then turned around and then laid his head on your chest, making your back to be put on the mattress.

"Lucifer?" You asked. "I-...do you think I'm worth... at all?" He asked, voice still crocky and shaky. You had no idea that he was getting this bad. "Of course, sweetie. You are amazing. You are so creative. You are a good father, a good husband, and so much more." You told him, telling him his worth. "I-" "and don't doubt it, Lucifer, ignore what they say about you, sweetie. They are just looking at the wrong light..." you said as you held him against your chest.

You gave him soothing rubs on his back, and once you gave him a peck on his forehead, he was asleep. "I love you, Luci." You whispered. "Don't doubt yourself." You then slowly went into a comfortable slumber.

The end

More notes ig: so I might have gone a little overboard with this and kinda made him more depressed than he is in the show, but oh well

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