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A few more days of relative calm before I have to dash around the eastern side of the US for like 8 days
#drive 4h north for some labs for university. drive the 4h back#fly to atlanta. fly to birmingham. be there for a few days#fly back to atlanta. fly back to Michigan Wednesday#drive back 4h north for another lab on thurs#maybe stick around and try not to die?#then its my birthday#then finals week#then official graduation ceremony#THEN i get a mini vacation with my friends#agdjgkhllj
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i donât normally like sharing builds because judgement Scares Meâąïž but iâve been fiddling since getting his weapon and now iâm a little overconfident and proud of him and want to share so everyone please look at my boy gođ€
#baby boy baby#i give him all of my attentionđ€#his new build is BEGGING me to get an alternative full EM set for nahida#i NEED to see how much sheâll boost him#i use her with a hybrid build usually because her damage is just soâ đđđ#but i feel like heâd go SO crazy if i get her up to that 800-1000 EM range#and maybe if i switch up kuki a bit for damage instead of just healingđ€#iâm allergic to killing kukiâs healing though so probably notđ€#full bonus she heals like ~5500 per tick and im obsessed with it sorry#just TRY to die with my kuki around i literally will not let youđ€đ€#anyway that is Him for now#im still doing a little bit of fiddling since i donât love his attack and crit rate rn#but i might stick with this one for a bit#while i work on wandererđ€
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#i do not want to work tomorrow i want to lay in bed and be sad#iâm really realizing how miserable of a person i am i am always fucking Sad and when i do feel happy i cry when itâs over#and i canât even resemble a human being without medication and i know thatâs fine but iâm still always sad. it doesnât go away#i feel like nobody deserves to have me weighing them down like iâve cried in front of people three times this week and i know itâs fine#but i feel so fucking guilty about it and i feel guilty about everything i feel like iâm doing nothing right and iâm not dealing with thing#right and iâm not living right and i feel like it must be so fucking difficult to love me and i donât know how people do it#i donât even feel capable of asking for. any sort of love ever#i feel like i donât deserve like anything. i feel like nobody actually wants to do things for me lol#every single dsy iâm like wow i want to be held and every single dsy i feel bad even asking for a hug from someone#when i need reassurance iâm afraid to ask because what if iâm just being annoying and overbearing and too much Bad#i never feel like too much good. only bad.#i know a lot of these shitty thoughts are just because iâve been unmedicated (meds will be ready tomorrow lol) but it just like#it sucks to know medication just kinda hides these thoughts better and that deep down i feel like this because i donât want to#i feel like everyone in my life doesnât deserve someone who doubts everything all the time#i think my mother deserved a stronger daughter and i think my friends deserve someone thatâs not always breaking and i just donât feel Good#i donât know why anyone keeps me around#sometimes i feel selfish for sticking around and that sounds so awful and iâm not gonna act on it but i just feel like a waste of a person#the last week has been so good and now iâm just a fucking mess and i feel so fucking guilty about that :)#i feel like no matter what i always just default to miserable#i donât feel like iâm doing enough at all#iâm struggling in school i donât work enough i can barely take care of myself#like i wouldnât even properly take care of myself if taylor wasnât helping me i feel so guilty about that all the time#i feel so guilty for even thinking any of this right now and iâm trying to remind myself that iâm unmedicated and iâve had a long day#and my best fucking friend just went back home and iâm allowed to be sad about that but i just. feel like iâm making excuses i guess#itâs not immoral to be sad but maybe when iâm wanting to die all the time iâm the problem. idk#anyway iâm gonna go to sleep and iâm gonna try to convince myself tomorrow will be better#sndnsksjkakejdkalwosjhdkwosjdjsk. i will be fine
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#Iâm just gonna use this blog as a diary because. yâknow. I already do. anyway#I donât know whatâs gotten into me recently but I just feel like. like Iâm supposed to be âfurther alongâ in my life than I am now?#and like. I know itâs bullshit because. the milestones I was told I would hit as I grew older have definitely not been predictable#they tell you youâll get a job and a car and a significant other and youâll get married and buy a house and have kids and grow old and die#and itâs like. thatâs all weâre given to measure our lives by; these big milestones.. people are supposed to feel accomplished when they hit#but those things are just titles to chapters like. nobody tells us that thereâs all this other plot happening between those pages#and so yeah I mean. it feels like Iâm not on the right chapter and I really want to skip ahead but like#the truth is. Iâm not even to the climax yet. Iâm still in the lore-dump stage of ny story#and thatâs been so hard for me to accept recently. Iâm yearning to be in the chapter where I fall in love and get married#but thatâs just it like. that chapter comes earlier in other peopleâs stories than it seems to be in mine#although Iâve fallen in love many times. Iâm not at the âget marriedâ chapter. because itâs not the right part of the story yet#and sometimes I wish I could just find the author of my story and tell them HEY GET ON WITH IT ALREADY because things seem to be moving so#so slowly. and yet theyâre moving so fast I simultaneously feel like Iâm running out of time#like. why do some people deserve to have co-stars in their stories from almost the very beginning who stick by those protagonists and grow#together? What did I do in my last story to deserve such a lonely one this time around?#Why am I so unlucky that I have good close friends that stick by me and all I know how to do is hold them at arms length because I donât#think our relationships are quite as deep as I feel that I need out of a relationship?#why is my story about desparately trying to find a place where I feel comfortable enough to belong and share myself with others#and hey. why am I not at that part of my story either?#and maybe itâs that I donât do enough. as a protagonist my toxic trait is that Iâm pathologically suspicious of others#if someone shows interest in me Iâm suspicious of why. what are they trying to get from me. because in the past people have taken from me#without giving much back. and if someone wants to date me Iâm immediately suspicious of their intentions.#because Iâve realised that thereâs much more to being in a relationship than âyouâre hot letâs fuckâ. and I know thatâs not what I want#I want to be at the part of my story where I can share myself with someone without worrying that theyâre going to take more than I can give.#I want to be at the part of my story where I can trust someone with myself when Iâm fragile and they can trust me with themselves as well#I want to be at the part of my story where my life slots together well with someone elseâs; so well it just feels normal and right.#I want to be at the part of my story whereâŠI know I could live without this person because we can both take care of ourselves but.#itâs just preferable to spend time and solve problems and exist *together*#and youâll have to forgive me for saying so but Iâll need physical affection from that person whoever they may be#I feel like certain things are falling into place. I like where I am. now I want to set down roots. and I canât. Iâm not at that page yet.
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I just wanna say thank you for reblogging all the stuff spreading awareness of recent antisemitism that you have recently. You are the only person I follow who isn't jewish who I've seen do so at all (Unless I'm mistaken and you are jewish too). I know not everyone is aware of every single bad thing happening in the world at any moment, and don't think people HAVE to reboot about negative events or whatever, but how much you seem to care really warms my heart and reassures me we aren't alone (Unless, once again, I am mistaken and you are jewish)
đbut nah i'm not jewish, just pissed off
#doing the talking for this one IN the tags bc i would really rather be answering this privately lol#feels so weirdly like. performative. to say it out in the open but whatver#i just have so much. anger. abt this shit#every time i turn around and learn about some random history/culture event or fixture its like#'oh yeah and originally this got started to shit on jewish ppl' and its just like how is this so deeply fucking ingrained in everything#and like i'm black so. without trying to compare the two too directly for obvious reasons#i do in some ways understand the thing with the whole system being slanted against you like that#AGAIN not comparing 1:1 because the history of jews being scapegoated for everything ever and always getting the shit end of the stick#is like leagues apart and beyond stuff thats gone down w/ blacks' histories#but i get the infuriation and the sting of people just. not fucking caring or even NOTICING The Issues#to be clear i am unbelievably sheltered and ignorant about like every culture ever+ usually unmotivated to search things out on my own#so endless thanks to my jewish friends/mutuals for just bein themselves and passively keeping me like. informed.#abt basics for not being antisemitic and how to respect jewish culture#cause god knows im not gonna hear it out in everyday society or whatever#yeag. and anyway i also have personal beef#from being raised christian and having to get away from [gestures broadly at the whole of christian teachings]#and im like. you killed people for this? to do things this badly? you stomped out their culture and practices to bring THIS into the world?#literally fuck off and die nothing you taught me is even a fraction as... idk. rewarding? as the fragments ive seen of jewish culture#rewarding or like. hopeful or meaningful maybe. its hard to put an exact word to it but to speak it more directly-#i am Wildly Misanthropic but whenever i learn stuff about jewish culture im like.#you know if these sorts of ideals were more widespread i probably wouldn't hate humanity so much.#[i also feel this way abt native americans but thats a whole ass other thing.]#[similarly seeing people whose ideals i also value being consistently treated like shit tends to just fuel the misanthropy soooooo...]#its like these are the people who actually know how to live and this is what the greater populace thinks of them? lmao ok#[to be clear i live in the usa so you can imagine the kind of culture im Actually exposed to lolllll]#at any rate reblogging a post on social media really feels a negligble gesture but im glad it's appreciated nonetheless
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When the Justice League heard of Phantom, they believed they had to act quickly. Based on what they were told by the GIW, a branch of the government they had no knowledge of previously (Batman is working to correct that), the ghost was dangerous and extremely powerful.
A ghost that terrorized a small town that they GIW have tried-and failed- on numerous occasions to send back to the Ghost Zone. The GIW wouldn't have come to the Justice League for help if it were just that, but based on what they have claimed Phantom has achieved an inexplicable rise in power after having met with the King of ghosts himself.
If what they say is true, then ghosts could potentially invade and cause an all-out war with humanity that the Justice League would rather much avoid thank you.
Negotiations for peace or understanding have been repeatedly rejected and the GIW has been led to believe that Phantom has done something to the Fenton couple. The leading ecto-biologists in the world, years of research suddenly wiped clean off and acting much more cordial towards the ghost.
A complete 180.
So much so that you could even claim them to have been mind controlled. Which isn't outside the realm of possibility due to ghosts having an innate ability to overshadow others and control them.
Perhaps even the entire town has fallen under Phantom's control. Even another ghost, who had just been recently opposed to Phantom, has fallen under his control.
So the Justice League had to act fast.
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Danny was fucked.
He could tell that very, very well. He still didn't have his entire new... dragon thing... under control very well, mostly sticking a half human like form. His powers were stronger yes but he couldn't really control them well.
Which is kinda why he's fucked.
Danny has never heard about the Justice League before, mostly because he had recently found out that apparently Amity Park was isolated. Like, extremely. Basically it's own little world cut off from the rest.
So when they appeared with the GIW he thought, hey, maybe they were finally changing their white suit shtick.
He didn't expect them to be extremely well-trained, have supernatural abilities or magic. Along with their usual tech well.
Yea.
Danny was fucked.
And he was very, very scared.
He's already died once but that didn't mean he wanted to die again, and he knows that he would probably be heavily experimented on if the GIW actually got their hands on him.
He was alone. He was surrounded. He was outnumbered. And he was oh, so very scared.
His family and friends had already fallen (thankfully not dead, just unconscious he thinks) and Vlad was occupied elsewhere, also fighting.
So Danny was alone.
No one would be coming to help him.
So what did he do?
He opened his mouth and did something he didn't do often. Despite that he could see that they somewhat recognized what he was about to do and tried to find cover.
Danny wasn't aiming at them.
He pulled his head back, mouth aimed at the sky.
Danny wailed.
It was waaaay more powerful than he had originally thought, so he was glad he aimed it at the sky.
As soon as it was over he felt drained, swaying on his feet and trying to use his tail to steady himself and not fall off his own claws.
They didn't know what was happening.
Danny just hoped it worked.
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Neither the Justice League nor the GIW knew why Phantom shot one of his most powerful attacks up into the sky, but they did see the opportunity it presented.
Phantom was weak. Looking like he would fall off his own feet and fall unconscious.
They had to act quickly.
But before they could, from right where Phantom had wailed into the sky.
It cracked.
And continued to crack.
Until a large hole appeared in the sky, leading into a dimension of endless green.
The Infinite Realms.
They believed Phantom was trying to retreat.
They were wrong.
Two roars came from the portal, forcing everyone to cover their ears.
Then.
Something came out of the portal.
A long, serpentine dragon flowed out, flying around the area of the crack before descending down and around Phantom.
Then.
A giant claw grabbed onto the edge of the crack. Pushing against it until it broke, forcing the hole bigger and bigger as a much, much larger dragon stepped out. Standing protectively over the serpentine dragon and Phantom.
A large crown wrapped in flame floating about its head signified its status.
The Ghost King.
#dc x dp#dpxdc#dp x dc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#Ghosts are dragons#I think that's the tag#ghost prince danny#Ectoplasm isn't Kryptonite by the way#So none of that here#Redeemed Vlad#Well more like semi but that's in the background#Dark ages#Protectively dragon parents about to potentially fuck shit up#If the Justice League don't manage to parley their way out of this
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Donât Die on Me
About: Youâre hurtâbadlyâwounded while shielding him from danger. As he rushes to your side, thereâs a shift in his demeanor; he seems different, more vulnerable beneath his usual bravado. Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are NOT in a relationship. but there is implied mutual attraction. My inbox is open for prompts and requests :) Content Warning: Angst, injuries, mentions of blood.
SYLUS
The sounds of gunfire had finally faded into silence, leaving only the shallow, ragged pull of your breath and the press of Sylusâs hand against your side, trying to stanch the bleeding. You had been hit during the ambush, shielding him from a blast intended for his headâan instinct you couldn't explain, or perhaps didnât want to.
Sylus's expression was a mask of controlled fury, his jaw clenched as he knelt beside you, his usual cocky, unyielding demeanor giving way to something sharper, darker, and far more personal. He applied pressure to the wound with a fierce intensity, almost as if he could hold you together through sheer force of will alone. His fingers, usually steady and sure, shook faintly against your skin.
âYouâre a damn fool,â he muttered, his tone laced with anger and something elseâsomething deeper. âI didnât need saving. Have you forgotten that I can heal quickly!?.â
You managed a small, pained smile. âMaybe I did it for the fun of watching you panic for once.â
His hand gripped your chin firmly, tilting your face to meet his intense, searching stare. "You really donât know when to quit, do you, kitten?â His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it was laced with something raw, something unsteady.
âI thought⊠I had it under control.â you mumbled, trying for a smile, though even you knew how weak you sounded.
âUnder control?â His laugh was short and sharp, a bitter edge in it. âDonât be ridiculous!â Sylus hissed through gritted teeth, his usual cool facade crumbling. He never panickedânot him, not the man whoâd handed you a gun to his own heart just to see if youâd pull the trigger. But right now, he was faltering, his steps uneven as he pulled you closer. His hand, normally so sure, so controlling, was shaking against your side. âYou think I wanted you to jump in front of me like that? What were you thinking?â
You tried to catch your breath, his words slipping past you in a haze. You knew the risks of sticking by Sylus, knew that youâd inevitably end up in dangerâbut you couldnât stand the thought of losing him. âHad to protect you,â you whispered, voice barely a thread. âI couldnât... let anything happen to you.â
For a moment, he simply stared at you, his expression caught somewhere between anger and something far softer, something unspoken. âProtect me..?â he repeated, his voice lower, and you could feel the barely-contained fury laced with worry beneath it. He was trying to keep his grip on his composure, but his eyes betrayed him. His fingers trembled ever so slightly as he traced the edge of your cheek, the words slipping through clenched teeth. âYouâre an idiot, Sweetie. A reckless, stubborn, damnably frustrating idiot.â
His expression twisted, the frustration in his eyes unmistakable, but there was something else tooâsomething vulnerable, barely concealed beneath his usual scowl. Youâd seen it before in the softer moments, those times when his hand would linger just a moment too long, or his voice would drop to that rare, gentle murmur. But this was different, more unguarded.
âSylusâŠâ you whispered, but he cut you off, pressing a hand to your wound. You stifled a gasp as his fingers met the raw injury, his jaw tightening in response, an unexpected flash of helplessness slipping through his mask.
âQuiet,â he muttered, his voice almost breaking. âYou donât get to talk right now.â He ripped off a piece of his sleeve, wrapping it tightly around your shoulder, though his touch was uncharacteristically tender. âThis isnât part of the plan, sweetie. Youâre supposed to stay in one piece, just like I ordered.â The usual bite in his voice softened, desperation pooling in his dark gaze.
You chuckled weakly, trying to make light of the situation, but the pain pulled a groan from your lips instead. His expression grew even more intense, the hardness in his eyes melting into a quiet sort of anguish.
âStop laughing. Stop⊠smiling like that.â His voice was fraying, edges cracking, a wavering panic he seemed unable to fully control. âYou⊠you have no idea how hard it is not to tear this entire place apart for hurting you.â
The statement caught you off guard, and it mustâve shown in your expression because he let out a shaky breath, his eyes searching yours with a desperation that heâd never let you see before. It was strange to see him so unguarded, the man who played god in the N109 Zone suddenly grappling with the possibility of losing you.
The corner of his mouth twisted, and he tried for his usual smirk, but it faltered. âWhat would I do without you, hmm? My little hunter, so brave and foolishâŠâ His words softened, and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, holding you securely against him as he continued on, urgency in every step. âYouâre mine, kitten,â he murmured, voice hoarse. âAnd I donât let go of whatâs mine.â
You managed to laugh, the sound weak but genuine. âThen⊠donât let go,â you whispered. âSylusâŠâ Your voice was weak, your head spinning, but you reached up, brushing your fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw. His expression softened, his lips pressing into a thin line as he leaned closer.
âYouâre⊠more trouble than youâre worth, you know that?â he whispered, his voice breaking the slightest bit, but he forced a smirk, trying to hold onto his usual bravado.
âGuess I⊠picked it up from you,â you murmured, your vision growing hazy, but the warmth of his hand grounding you.
His grip tightened, and his lips brushed your temple, an unspoken promise lingering in the gesture. For once, Sylus seemed stripped of his dominance, his bravado washed away by the raw fear of watching you slip away. His hands shook as he held you, his mask cracking with every ragged breath you took. The man whoâd taunted and tested you now held you like you were something precious, something irreplaceable.
âHold on, Sweetie⊠just a little longer.â he said fiercely, and in his voice, you heard something you never expected from himâfear. âI wonât let anything or anyone take you from me.â
XAVIER
Xavierâs arm is tight around you, steady even as he fights his own injuries. The blood trails hot down your side, and you can barely see it through the blurred edges of your vision, a dark stain spreading across your suit. Xavierâs face, usually a mask of quiet calm, is set hard with a sharpness that you rarely see. Xavier's hands, usually steady and almost uncaring, were shaking as he tried to press down on the wound at your side. You'd taken the hit for him, jumping between him and that blasted Wanderer with a split-second of hesitationâor none at all. He hadnât expected it. Neither had you.
Blood soaked through his fingers as he crouched beside you, his face tight with a look youâd never seen. Fear, maybeâthough he wouldnât admit it.
"Why... did you do that?" His voice was low, but it felt like he was questioning the universe itself. His usually calm tone was laced with an edge that made you dizzy or maybe it was the blood loss, hard to tell.
âInstinctâŠ?â you murmured, managing a weak smirk despite the pain slicing through you. âI know, I was a bit reckless.â
âReckless isnât... you bleeding out on this floor,â he muttered, pressing harder against the wound, a little too hard, but you didnât have the strength to complain. âYou should have left me to handle it.â His gaze softened when you winced, and he pulled his hand back, immediately brushing away the edge of guilt. Yet the blood still glistened darkly on his fingertips, his gloves, on the floor where you lay.
âIt wouldâve been worse if it got you,â you mutter, trying to summon even a hint of humor, though the attempt falls flat against the pain.
Xavier doesnât laugh. Instead, he looks at you, and the deep space void reflected in his eyes almost draws you in. That familiar aloofness fades, and for a brief moment, his concern seeps through, raw and achingly close. He shifts his weight to press you more securely against him, his free hand gently adjusting the strap of your gear as if every second counts in keeping you here, anchored.
âLook,â you managed, reaching up, even if it took everything in you to keep your voice steady, âyouâd do the same for me.â
Xavierâs mouth set in a thin line. Youâd hit a nerve, that much was clear. Despite the unspoken rule between you twoâthe sidelong glances, the unsaid thingsâhe wouldnât entertain the possibility that he would have let you get injured in this manner on his watch.
âYou donât know what Iâd do,â he replied, his voice just above a whisper. His words held a weight you hadnât expected, making you look at him closely even as the edges of your vision began to fade. âAnd you wonât have to, because I'm getting you out of here.â
He hoisted you up, careful, gentle, though he flinched when you sucked in a breath from the pain. He started forward, one arm cradling you as he moved you through the wreckage of the battle toward the shelter of the shuttle. It was strange, seeing Xavier so unguarded, every step almost too fast as though he feared stopping would break you.
âStay with me,â he whispers, voice low. You feel his breath, close enough to count heartbeats, to wonder if his pulse is racing like yours. The space between you feels impossibly small, and the silence stretches, vulnerable, bare.
You manage a faint smile, fingers brushing his, a silent reassurance even as the sharp ache of your wounds thrums persistently in your bones. âYou know, if Iâd known Iâd end up leaning on you like this, Iâd have come up with something... cleverer to say.â
To your surprise, he huffs a small laugh, his gaze softening. âYou always talk,â he murmurs, with a hint of that familiar, boyish charm, though itâs laced with worry now. âSave your strength. Iâll get us out of here.â
You felt yourself drifting, and his voice brought you back.
âHey,â he said, tightening his hold. âStay awake. I canât have you falling asleep on me nowâI'm the one who does that, remember?â
His humor was strained, like he was grasping at something familiar to keep himself steady. You let out a soft chuckle, the sound weaker than you meant it to be. âGuess weâre trading roles today.â
There was a moment, somewhere between one step and the next, where he stopped. He looked down at you, his gaze intense. For once, his expression was completely openâhis worry and something warmer simmering just beneath.
âI canât lose you,â he murmured, voice barely audible. âNot here. Not now. Not ever.â
You felt a wave of heat rise within, one that made the pain more bearable, somehow grounding. Before you could respond, he resumed his pace, carrying you as if you were the most precious thing in the galaxy.
The world swayed, darkness creeping at the edges of your vision, but you forced yourself to focus on him, on the boyish charm that hid beneath his cool exterior. âXavier,â you rasped, âIâm not going anywhere. Not yet.â
âJust keep looking at me,â he replied, his voice steady. âWeâll get through this together. You and me.â
In the quiet of the shuttle, as he set you down and the medics began patching you up, you felt his hand graze your cheek, lingering just a little too long. You dared to meet his gaze, and for once, Xavierâs eyes didnât look away. They softened, and the smallest hint of a smile touched his lips.
âNext time,â he said, voice warm with unspoken promise, âlet me protect you.â
RAFAYEL
The harsh winds of the remote village howled around you as Rafayelâs face loomed over you, more serious than youâd ever seen it. You hadnât intended for things to get this bad, but the ambush from the Wanderer had been swift and brutal, and youâd thrown yourself between its claws and Rafayel without a second thought. A mistake, maybeâthough you could hardly think of it as a mistake, even now, lying on the cold, unforgiving ground with blood soaking your side.
âDamn it, stop being so heavy,â Rafayel muttered, though his voice trembled, barely hiding the edge of panic. You glanced up, expecting his usual smirk, his smug teasing, something bratty, but his face was blankâfrustrated, pale, and determined in a way youâd never seen.
âS-sorry to inconvenience you,â you managed through the haze of pain, trying to keep it light. âBut I think I lost quite a bit of blood back there.â
Rafayelâs usual smug charm was gone. His carefree expression had twisted into something you couldnât placeâanger, worry, a flicker of panic as he knelt down beside you. He pressed his hands over the wound, and though it was uncharacteristic, there was no teasing, no insults, just an almost frightening intensity. âYou⊠Why did you do that?â he demanded, his voice low and jagged, as though the question alone might tear him apart. âDo you think Iâm some helpless damsel? You could have been killed.â
Your breath hitched, and you were grateful that it could just as easily be the pain causing it. Still, you shrugged, or tried to, but your body had other ideas, and you stumbled. Rafayel caught you, his arm firm around your waist as he steadied you. You managed a weak smirk, though the effort cost you. âGuess⊠I wanted to make myself useful as a bodyguard, for once,â you rasped, feeling the humor fall flat even as you said it.
âUseful?â His eyes, normally filled with a cocky gleam, were sharp with frustration. âThrowing yourself in harmâs way is your idea of useful?â He gave a dry, humorless laugh, his hands applying pressure that made you wince, though he didnât seem to notice. âYouâre dumber than I thought. The one time I actually need you to stay out of my way, and youââ He broke off, swallowing hard, his fingers trembling ever so slightly against you.
âDonât⊠act like you care now, Rafayel,â you murmured, half-teasing, though the words came out weaker than you meant.
His face twisted, and you saw a flash of something in his eyes that you hadnât expectedâhurt, genuine and raw, like youâd struck a nerve. âIdiot,â he whispered, and his tone was so low it was almost drowned out by the wind. âYou donât get it, do you?â
âGet⊠what?â You were slipping a little, your vision swimming, but you caught his gaze, and for the first time, you saw past his bratty facade to something deeper. He took a breath, his jaw set in determination, and then he did something you never expected: he carefully scooped you into his arms, his hold gentle yet fiercely protective.
âStay awake, all right? I canât have you passing out on me,â he ordered, though his voice had lost its usual bite. His words were soft, desperate, as he moved through the bleak landscape, carrying you with a carefulness that belied everything he usually projected. For a long moment, you stared at him, the pain numbing under the intensity in his gaze. This wasnât the bratty, arrogant god whoâd dragged you into mess after mess. This was someone elseâsomeone who, behind the charm and teasing, was scared. For you.
"Idiot," he muttered, his words a tangled mess of relief and frustration. âWhy would you do that?â He repeated.
And you almost laughed, wincing through the pain, because wasnât it obvious?
âBecause⊠I care,â you murmured, voice barely a whisper. It was the closest youâd come to admitting the truthâto saying what had long hovered between the two of you, unspoken, stubbornly denied.
"Just shut up for once,â he whispered, his voice strained, almost a plea. âYou donât⊠you donât know what itâs like.â His arms tightened around you, as if holding you close could somehow protect you from the damage already done. âYou⊠throwing yourself in front of me like thatâdo you have any idea how reckless that was? I didnât need you to⊠risk yourself.â
âCouldnât let the prince of the art world get scratched up⊠on my watch,â you said, trying to maintain your humor.
Rafayel glanced down, his usual piercing eyes softening, his expression raw. âIf youâd died, I wouldnâtâŠâ He paused, his gaze slipping away, the words seemingly caught in his throat. âI wouldnât know what to do with myself,â he finished, barely audible.
You managed to brush a finger along his wrist, grounding yourself, anchoring him to you. âYouâll⊠still have the sea. And everyone to charm.â
For once, he didnât laugh. Instead, he looked down at you, and his eyes were so intense, so filled with something youâd never seen before. âNone of that matters,â he murmured, his voice raw. He shifted, his hand grazing your cheek, lingering there for a moment too long. âStay awake,â he commanded, a note of urgency threading through his tone. âYou canât just pass out on me. Not like this.â
You blinked up at him, the sunlight filtering through the clouds casting a warm glow around his figure. âNot⊠gonna pass out,â you whispered, though it felt like a lie even to your own ears. You could see the worry etched across his handsome face, something raw and unfiltered. âYou need me for yourââ
âStop it!â he snapped, but there was no bite in his voice, only a desperate plea. âYou donât get to joke around right now. Not when youâre bleeding out.â
âRafayelâŠâ you began, but he cut you off, a flicker of his old bravado returning.
âSave your strength,â he snapped, though the edge was softened by concern. âIâll get you out of here, but you have to stay awake. Donât you dare fall asleep on me!â
âIâm not going anywhere,â you managed to murmur, your vision dimming as the waves of unconsciousness tugged at the edges of your mind. âNot without you.â
âGood,â he replied, and his voice was fierce and unyielding. âStay alive,â he murmured, his voice barely audible, eyes dark with something he couldnât bring himself to name. âFor me.â
ZAYNE
The world felt hazy around you, pain ebbing in and out of your awareness as Zayne held you steady, his hands pressing firmly yet gently against the wound on your side. Blood smeared across his fingertips, but he kept his touch steady, calculating, his focus a perfect picture of surgical precision.
âStay with me,â he murmured, his voice level, his eyes fixed on you with a fierce intensity. âI need you to keep talking. Tell me if youâre feeling dizzy or lightheaded, alright?â
You managed a faint smile, ignoring the way your own breaths came shallow and broken. âYouâre⊠really good at this,â you tried to joke, but Zayne only shook his head, lips pressing into a thin line. âYou should become a doctor...â
âDonât push yourself to talk. Youâve taken a nasty hit here.â His voice was calm, almost clinical, but you could see the strain in his jaw, the telltale flicker of worry in his eyes. His hands, however, were as steady as ever, working methodically as he inspected the wound, gauging the damage with the supplies he always seemed to have at hand.
âThink of it this way," he continued softly, his calm tone soothing despite the urgency of the situation. "The wound isnât too badâlucky hit. If we keep steady pressure on it, there shouldnât be significant blood loss. Youâll be fine. But you have to focus on breathing for me, alright?â
He was explaining everything, his voice filling the air like a familiar, grounding hum. His hands, wrapped around the fabric of his jacket pressed to your side, were warm, almost protective. You could feel the faint tremor in his fingertips, but he moved with absolute control, unwilling to show even a hint of panic. His gaze flicked up to yours for a moment, his expression softening despite the tension in his features.
âI warned you about being reckless,â he muttered, his tone more of a gentle chide than anything else. âBut itâs not the first time, is it?â The slight quirk of his lips, a half-hearted attempt at a smile, almost made you forget the pain. Almost.
âCouldnât let you get hurt,â you whispered, fighting to keep your voice steady.
âHold still,â he ordered softly, his voice low and steady as he worked to stop the bleeding. His fingers were meticulous, his hands steady, despite the fear you could feel radiating from him. He couldnât afford to let it show, so he did what he knew best: he relied on the calm, clinical precision that had carried him through countless surgeries. "The wound's not fatal, but youâre going to need stitches. Iâd say youâve torn through the muscle here by⊠at least an inch or two.â He let out a breath through gritted teeth, looking pointedly into your eyes. âI canât believe you tried to shield me from that Wanderer."
Despite his calm, you could see the fear in his eyesâthe same fear that betrayed itself in the tension of his jaw, in the way his hands lingered just a moment too long against your skin, as if he couldnât bear to let you go.
As he applied pressure to your wound, his tone softened, more to himself than to you. âYouâre lucky you didnât rupture an artery,â he said, hands deftly inspecting the injury with precise, practiced movements. âIf this were any worse⊠Iâd be looking at a very different situation right now.â His voice wavered on that last note, but his hands stayed steady, not allowing a single tremor to betray him.
âYouâre going to be fine, Iâm going to make sure of that.â He glanced down at you, his gaze holding an intensity that went beyond the practiced care of a surgeon. âYouâre not allowed to play the hero, you know?. And if youâre trying to impress me⊠then Iâd say youâre not required to be reckless for it.â
âZayneâŠâ you murmured, feeling the darkness pressing in at the edges of your vision.
âKeep those eyes open,â he whispered, his fingers gently brushing your cheek, grounding you in the warmth of his touch. âStay with me. Iâll⊠Iâll get you out of here. But I need you to focus.â His thumb gently stroked your temple, his touch tender yet steady as he leaned close, his forehead resting lightly against yours, just for a second, as if grounding himself, too.
You managed a faint smile. âDidnât know you were the boss of me, doc.â
The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didnât look up. âBelieve it or not, I have plenty of experience bossing you around.â He kept talking, his voice low and clinical, grounding you in the familiar, steady cadence
âYou always said I was a terrible listener.â Your voice softened as you felt his hand linger, his thumb grazing your skin in a gesture far more affectionate than necessary.
âThis isnât funny.â He met your gaze then, a look so intense it stole the breath from your lungs. âBreathe,â he instructed, his voice calm and steady, despite the chaos swirling around you.
You could see the fear lurking in his dark eyes, a stark contrast to his composed demeanor. But it didnât matter; his touch was methodical, reassuring, his fingers steady as they pressed against the injury.
âZayne⊠the othersââ
âForget them.â His voice was firm, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of panic as they darted around the shop, assessing the situation even as he tended to you. âI need you to focus on me. Youâre the priority right now.â
You could feel the warmth of his hand against your side, but it was not enough to push away the chill creeping into your bones. âButââ
âEnough.â He pressed down harder, and you gasped, but he didnât relent, his expression shifting to one of fierce determination. âYou canât help anyone if you bleed out here. So please, stay with me.â
The adrenaline coursing through your veins faltered, and all you could think about was how you had protected himâhow you had jumped in front of the danger without a second thought. The sight of him, typically unflappable, now uncharacteristically tense, pulled at your heart.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, barely able to form the words.
He shook his head, an intensity burning in his gaze. âDonât. Youâre not allowed to apologize. Not when youâre the one lying here, bleeding out for me.â He brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead, his touch lingering. âIâm not letting you leave me. You hear me? We still have so much left to do together.â
You could feel the world slipping away, darkness creeping into your vision, but his voice anchored you. âHey⊠Donât let go.â he murmured, using the nickname he reserved for the most intimate moments. âI wonât let anything happen to you, not again.â
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ââTHE POCKY GAME
SUMMARY: playing the pocky game with your crush!
CHARACTERS: all dorms (-ortho)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: cursing, suggestive? not really tho
NOTES: happy pocky day!! I think this game is actually really cute teehee. whatâs ur guys favorite pocky? (mines the chocolate or matcha one đđ)
reader is g/n, reader is yuu
GOES IN FLUSTERED, COMES OUT CONFIDENT
you caught him so off guard. he was just minding his own business, doing his thing, then suddenly you hit him with a game like this? really are you trying to kill him, prefect? does this count as a confession?? he feels hot, is his face red? he didnât even know pocky day existed!
despite his internal panicking, how could he possibly say no to you? placing the biscuit between his lips, letting you have the chocolate side (or whatever flavor u want) like the gentleman he is. slowly, bite by bite his face inches closer to yours. his heart is killing him, but he doesnât dare to lose. finally reaching to the midsection, his lips find yours, sharing a small sweet kiss before pulling away.
that was much more fun than he thought itâd be. how about another round?
riddle, trey, jack, kalim, silver, malleus
GOES IN CONFIDENT, COMES OUT A LOSER
he was so smug when you asked. say less prefect! heâll play the game with you since youâre so desperate!
then suddenly he gets second thoughts once you both begin to bite down on the biscuit. little by little, the proximity between you two began to close, his heartbeat racing at the speed of light. thump thump thump. he could barely control his breathing and his palms were beginning to grow sweaty. by the time youâve expected a kiss, he pulled away, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed.
his cheeks were burning hot and there was a discerning look on his face that screamed flustered. with all the talk he had before, maybe this reaction was better than the anticipated kiss. but whereâs the fun in that? you pull out another pocky stick, putting it between your lips for a second time with a devilish grin. youâre killing him, prefect.
ace, cater, ruggie, epel, sebek
A LOSER
had to think long and hard about playing. not cause he didnât want to, but because he knows heâs going to humiliate himself in front of you.
so how did he find himself standing in front of you, with a pocky in his mouth, inching closer and closer to your face after each passing second? this. is. bad. heâs actually going to fail and look like a godforsaken fool. is his face red? itâs red isnât it? he shouldâve known better. not even halfway, he backs up, covering the lower half of his face with his hand.
please forgive him, but he might just DIE and EXPLODE if he hadnât done what he just did. itâs not just about his safety, itâs about yours too. please donât tease him heâs already so embarrassed for being a wimp.
heâs already weak in the knees just being beside you, kissing you would be a whole nother story.
deuce, azul, idia
A FUCKING TEASE
another smug one. except this one has plans to win and actually stick to it. rather than just standing in front of you, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. you hesitate for a moment, taken aback by his bold actions.
the game grew intense, his eyes staring daggers into your own. youâre not even sure if he was blinking (he wasnât). he took in your reaction, engraved it in the back of his mind, and plans to replay these moments like they were a cinematic masterpiece. just when you were about to pull away, his lips meet yours, sharing a breathtaking kiss.
your face was warm and wore an expression of shock. he loved it. ah, ah, ah, not so fast prefect. technically that was a tie! whatâs a game without a winner? looks like another round is in order..
jade, jamil, rook, lilia
SOMEHOW A WORSE TEASE
pocky game? why would we want to do that when he could just do this?
cupping your cheek, he leans over and places a chaste kiss on your lips. it was a gentle kiss, contrasting with the way his hands traveled down to your waist, holding my you firmly in place. his eyes bored into you, enjoying your shock. he was smug. so smug. you could feel him smiling against your lips, leaning in closer and closer til you finally had the opportunity to push him away.
he only smirked in return, letting you go, grabbing a pocky and walking away as if nothing happened.
punch him. you wanted to punch him.
leona, jade, floyd, jamil, vil
A/N: jamil was self indulgent ngl
date published: 11/11/24
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ââââââjeonghan + anonymous sex
â where you discover that behind the scary mask, who's eating you out, is your professor, mr. yoon.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, oral, halloween party setting, penetrative sex, oral [f. rec], dirty talk, edging, taboo, fingering.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
halloween at uni was always a wild timeâlike, the one night when everyone just let loose and acted like idiots without any shame. it was a free pass to look either insanely sexy or terrifying as hell, and youâd seen both ends of that spectrum in past years. mostly, you loved it âcause it was kinda like a game of guess-who after the party, everyone spending the week after trying to figure out who was who under those masks. and thatâs why the costumes just got more and more wild. anonymity? sign you up.
you and jewie, your ride-or-die dormmate, had done the whole horror bit every year, rocking the most messed up, bloodied-up outfits you could think of. but this year you both decided to go full-on sexy for once. jewie was rocking this short-ass witch outfit, all black and lace and pointy hat, and youâwell, you were killing it (pun intended) in your killer bunny getup. thigh-high lacy white socks that clung to your skin, corset cinching you in, and this creepy-ass bunny mask that made you look both cute and dangerous. not to mention, the whole mask thing meant anything could go down and nobody would know.
âyo, you really gonna leave a note in his locker?â jewie whispered, eyes sparkling as the two of you snuck into the staff wing, the sound of your heels echoing off the empty halls.
âhell yeah, iâve been crushing on prof yoon since he walked into his first lecture looking like a whole-ass snack,â you hissed back, your heart racing.
she let out a cackle, almost too loud. âheâs gonna die when he sees it. also, maybe don't bend over like that unless you want your ass out for the world to see.â
you shot her a look over your shoulder, half squinting through your mask. âfuck you, iâm not gonna walk like iâve got a stick up my ass.â
âbabe, thatâs your job,â she teased, slapping your ass as you fumbled with the lock on the door. she was always like thatâpushy, teasing, but down for whatever dumb thing you suggested, no questions asked.
finally, you managed to crack open the door to prof yoonâs locker, and the nervous excitement flared up all over again. âiâm doinâ it,â you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you slid the note into his stuff. just a stupid little flirty note. something anonymous and mysterious. if he recognized your handwriting? well, oops. thatâs a future problem.
jewie watched, leaning against the doorframe, eyes flicking between you and the locker. âif he likes it, we might need to sneak you back in here to leave more. like a killer bunny pen pal situation.â
you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. âheâs not that dumb, but if he was, iâd consider it.â
you straightened up, adjusting your mask before looking back at jewie. the whole night felt like some weird fever dreamâmaybe it was the booze from earlier or just the high of running around campus dressed like this, but you felt unstoppable.
âokay, letâs get outta here before we get caught,â jewie said, pushing herself off the wall. âi swear if we see anyone, iâm pretending i donât know you.â
âbitch, please, youâd totally rat me out,â you shot back, nudging her as the two of you slipped out of the staff room, adrenaline still pumping.
you took a long sip from your pouch, the cheap booze hitting just right as you swayed along with jewie to the beat. then, mid-spin, you spotted somethingâor rather, someoneâthat made you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around the straw.
âi canât fucking believe it,â you muttered, pulling the straw out and sulking like a kid who just had their candy stolen.
jewie gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows raised. âwhatâs got your panties in a twist now?â
you nodded toward the door, where another killer bunny had just strutted in, looking way too damn good for your liking. âlook at that,â you said, gesturing with your drink. âbunny? okay, fine. but killer too? are you shitting me? whatâre the odds?â
you huffed, feeling your vibe slightly killed by the sight of the other guy wearing basically the same damn thing as youâexcept he had this slutty, fitted black suit, and his mask was just as creepy as yours, that luscious black hair peeking out from behind it.
âwow,â jewie scoffed, following your gaze. âyouâre really pressed about another killer bunny? seriously? it's halloween, dude, chill. everyoneâs doubling up.â
âeasy for you to say,â you muttered, still eyeing the guy. âyou're not the only slutty witch in the room.â
she rolled her eyes, snorting. âuh, excuse me? i've seen, like, five other witches tonight, and one of them even had a broomâa broom, y/n. i just accepted it. itâs halloween.â
it was halloween, and sure, half the campus was probably dressed as witches, zombies, or sexy cops. but still, the nerve of this guy, strutting in like he invented the killer bunny look.
âand, you know what? my panties are in a twist, actually,â you shot back, glaring at jewie, who just gave you an unimpressed look. âlike, literal twist. feels like theyâre strangling me.â
she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. âoh my god, youâre such a mess. thereâs a whole locker room situation going on if you wanna fix it. no oneâs gonna be in there anyway..â
âthe locker room?â you hummed, considering it for a second. âyeah, might as well. better than walking around with my ass in knots.â
you slipped away from the party, the beat of the music fading as you made your way down the empty hallway, heels clacking against the floor. it was eerily quiet outside the main campus area, the darkness swallowing up the noise from the party like you were walking into another world. halfway there, though, you swore you heard something. footsteps, maybe? you glanced back over your shoulder, but the hallway was just as empty as before. shrugging it off, you kept walking.
then againâfootsteps.
you whipped around, heart starting to race a bit. nothing. nobody. great, you thought. either youâre paranoid or some dude in a clown costumeâs gonna jump out at you any second.
you sped up, practically rushing into the locker room, slamming the door behind you like that would keep the creepy vibes out. with a sigh, you lifted your skirt and fixed the tangled mess of fabric underneath. âgoddamn,â you muttered, whistling in relief as the tension eased up. âfinally.â
you made your way to the mirror, fluffing up your hair, adjusting your bunny ears, trying to look like you hadnât just freaked yourself out. but then you heard it againâfootsteps. this time, not so distant. real close.
before you could even react, the door creaked open, and there he was. the other killer bunny. strolling in like he owned the place, chill as could be, like it wasnât the feminine locker room heâd just waltzed into.
âyouâve gotta be kidding me,â you muttered under your breath, shooting him a glare through the mirror. âstole my idea and my spot?â
he snorted, leaning against the sink with his back turned to the mirror, eyes just fixed forward, hands shoved casually in his pockets. âstole your idea? babe, iâve been rockinâ this for ages.â
âyou saw it from me!â you shot back, turning around to face him, pointing at him accusingly. âi should sue for copyright or some shit.â
he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly like he was amused by your little outburst. âyou can have the bunny part. iâll keep the killer part.â
âreal original,â you scoffed, turning back to the mirror, fixing a stray curl in your hair. âand whatâre you even doing in the locker room? you lost or just stupid?â
âneither,â he said simply, his voice way too smug for someone who looked like he just broke into the wrong locker room. âit was either this, or i piss in a bush somewhere. decided to be classy tonight.â
you rolled your eyes but couldnât help the slight smirk pulling at your lips. âyeah, real classy, creeping around the womenâs locker room.â
he leaned closer, still not turning to look in the mirror. âwho says iâm creeping? maybe you just walked into my locker room.â
âoh, so now itâs your locker room too? boy, youâre bold.â
âwhat can i say? bunny privileges,â he said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.
you shook your head, turning to look at him fully now, sizing him up. he was tall, broad, the slutty suit clinging to him just right, his posture relaxed like he didnât have a care in the world. and that hair, black and messy behind his maskâwell, youâd give him one thing. he wore the costume well. too well.
âyou know,â you said, leaning back against the sink next to him, crossing your arms. âif youâre tryna intimidate me, itâs not working. youâre just another bunny.â
he chuckled again, that low, almost lazy sound that somehow made your skin tingle. âmaybe iâm not tryna intimidate you. maybe iâm just waiting for you to admit i look better.â
you scoffed, pushing off the sink and standing up straight, close enough now that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him. it was⊠annoyingly nice. âplease, i wouldnât give you that satisfaction even if you paid me.â
âweâll... see about that?â he murmured, finally turning to face you, his body looming over yours. his mask obscured most of his face, but his eyes locked onto yours, like he could see right through the sass.
and there it was. that thing on your lower stomach that snuck up on you out of nowhere. âyou really think you can handle me, bunny?â you teased.
he didnât flinch. his lips twitched into a grin under the mask.
âhandle you?â he echoed, his voice dropping an octave. âbaby, iâm just getting started.â
you raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer, testing him, seeing how far you could push. âthen show me what you got.â
his hand was on you in a second, pulling you toward him with a firm grip on your waist, his breath hot through the mask. and suddenly, the empty locker room didnât feel so empty anymore. his other hand slid down, grazing your thigh before hiking your skirt up. âyou sure you wanna play this game?â he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
you let out a breathy laugh, your hands fisting into the fabric of his suit. âyou started it.â
âyeah?â his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. âthen let me finish it.â
he leaned in for the kiss, but both of you realized, almost at the same time, that the stupid mask was in the way. your lips collided with the hard plastic, and for a second, it was awkward as hellâuntil you both burst into laughter. âyeah, thatâs not gonna work,â you muttered, shaking your head.
âguess weâll just have to improvise,â he murmured back, and before you knew it, he had spun you around, pressing your hips firmly against the cold sink. the chill of the ceramic made you gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers slid under the elastic of your garter, pulling it away from your skin before letting it snap back on ur skin.
âfuck,â you hissed, as the sting amde your pussy drool. he was watching you through that damn mask, his fingers traced the hem of your skirt before he flipped it over your lower back, exposing the white lacy set youâd chosen to match the whole killer bunny thing.
âfuckinâ cute,â he growled as he took in the sight of your barely-there panties and thigh-highs. âyou really wore this for halloween? shitâs a fuckinâ joke,â
the degradation in his tone made your cheeks burn, you bit down on your lip, trying to keep your composure, he noticed everything.
âwhatâs the matter?â he asked, mock concern as his hands skimmed over your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp again. âyou like being called cute while i fuck you up?â
you didnât even have time to respond before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down painfully slow, the lace barely clinging to your hips before he let them drop to your ankles. you kicked them off instinctively, your breath hitching when you saw him bend down slightly, he picked them up off the floor, turning the flimsy lace in his fingers for a second before shoving them deep into his pocket.
âgonna keep these,â he muttered, half to himself, half to you. standing up straight again. his hands, slid up your legs, spreading them just a bit more. the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs, teasing you, waiting for you to beg, or break.
and god, you were close to breaking already.
one hand held your waist firmly in place, pressing you harder against the sink, while the other slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding against your wetness with an agonizing slowness.
âoh.. all soaked already?â he muttered, like he knew exactly how ruined you were just from his touch. âand we havenât even started. youâve been thinking about this? about me bending you over, fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?â
you couldnât help the whimper that escaped you as his middle and ring fingers dipped inside, your pussy swallow him immediately, even when the skin burns a little with the stretch. his long fingers immediately finding that sweet, squishy spot, for a moment, resting the fingers there.
he kept the pads of his fingers facing down, rubbing slow, tight circles against that sensitive spot, making you clench around him. you've never been stimulated like this, it looked so different and knowing for a college boy. the sensation was enough to make your knees weak, but his grip on your hips kept you steady, held in place as he worked you open.
he leaned down, the mask still in place, but you could feel the heat of him behind you. âyou hear that? hear how fucking wet you are? all for me, huh?â
you did, in fact, it echoed in the empty locker room, as you try to be quiet. but you moaned in response, your head falling forward, resting on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. every stroke of his fingers had your pussy tightening, thighs shaking, and you were half-sure youâd collapse if it werenât for the him keeping you upright.
his other hand moving up your back just enough so he could press his lips against your bare shoulder. you felt him lift the mask just slightly, and then his mouth was on you, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin in a manner that had you arching into him.
âfuck, you taste so good,â he muttered. âso sweet. but i bet you taste even better down here.â
you groaned in frustration when you realized he was still wearing that damn mask, completely blocking the possibility of him going down on you. he noticed the way you moaned extra loud, probably because youâd been imagining itâhis mouth between your legs, tasting how worked up you were.
he cooed, amused by your reaction, shaking his head like you were some kind of innocent mess. âfuck baby, iâd love to, but this mask is getting in the way. you know that.â his voice was so casual, like it wasnât a big deal at all, like it wasnât torture for you. and god, that whimper that left your throat? pathetic. even you knew it. you rolled your hips on his fingers, desperate for something, anything to replace what you couldnât have right now. the wet, slick sound of his fingers working into you echoed around the room, filling the space with a vulgar kind of music that had him biting his lip, watching you fall apart over nothing.
âoh, you really want it bad, huh?â he laughed, and you whined again, the sound so embarrassingly needy that it shouldâve made you blush. but instead, it only made you more desperate. his teasing was too much.
âfuck,â you muttered, half-begging, and he pulled back a bit, thinking for a second before a playful smirk took over his lips.
âletâs play a game then,â he offered, your brows furrowed in confusion, but the second he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, you felt your whole body heat up in response. âwe take the masks off. but,â he paused, his fingers still torturing you, making your hips twitch every time he pressed just right. âwe keep our eyes closed. iâll eat you out, iâll do anything you want, but no peeking.â
you hummed at the idea, already thinking of how good it would feel to have him without the barrier of those stupid masks. but before you could even respond, he tilted his head, adding with a teasing lilt, âbut first... i gotta fuck you. because youâre so fucking tight, so fucking pretty squirming around my fingers like this.â his voice softened into something almost sweet, like he was praising you, and the way he cooed when you shyly squirmed against his hand, embarrassed by his words, had your body tightening in response. âsuch a good girl for me, arenât you?â
you were nodding before you even realized, the words barely out of your mouth before you agreed to it. the mask was yanked off, tossed to the side, and you felt him pull away slightly. you didnât dare look back at him, thoughâyou kept your promise, eyes shut tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.
you felt him shift behind you, the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants filling the locker room with a sharp, exciting edge. his fingers left you with a wet pop, and the sound made you shiver. god, you could still hear itâhow soaked you were, how turned on heâd made you. your body reacted to the absence of his touch with a small gasp, but the moment you felt his warm breath near your ear again, your nerves melted away.
âdonât open your eyes,â he warned in that same serious tone, even though you could practically hear the smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep still. his fingers returned, now gripping your hips firmly, and you couldnât help but arch into him, needing more.
âgood girl,â he murmured, guiding you to bend further over the sink. your chest pressed against the cold surface, your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel everything. you were painfully aware of how exposed you were to him, the skirt flipped up, your wetness on full display.
the blunt head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and heavy, and you braced yourself, but he didnât push in. instead, he slid it up, dragging it along your folds, teasing your clit and the leaking hole. the sensation had your toes curling, and you couldnât stop yourself from asking, âyou just gonna rub it?â
he chuckled darkly, pressing the tip against your entrance again but not entering. âthought iâd take my time, make you beg a little more.â
you groaned, squirming under him, your hips moving on their own as you chased the penetration. you could feel him smiling behind you, still teasing, but his hand was firm on your hips, holding you steady as he slowly dragged his cock up and down, brushing against your clit every time. it was maddening, the way he was holding back, making you wait, making you ache for him.
âyou want it that bad, hm?â he asked, and before you could even answer, he pushed in, sliding into you with a slick, deep thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs as you watch pitch black. âfuck, there it is.â
you moaned, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside. he didnât move at first, just let you adjust to the stretch, but his hands were still movingâone sliding up your back, the other gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he groaned low in his throat.
âah!âdon' squeeze me like that,â he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips grinding into yours rolling the dick in and out of you. âtaking me so well... pretty pussy devouring my cock.â
you whimpered at his praise, your body trembling with every slow stroke. he wasnât holding back anymore, his pace picking up, his hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing light, quick circles that had you moaning loudly.
the thing was;
his eyes had been wide open the whole time.
he was practically glowing with the fact that you hadnât recognized him at all. he knew it was you from the second you stepped into the party, making him choke on his own spit, all dressed up in that killer bunny costume, and it made him feel like he was holding onto the biggest secret ever. you had no idea who you were fucking, and that made everything ten times hotter.
as you leaned over the sink, he got a perfect view of your face blushing beneath your expertly done makeup, all those little details youâd spent hours perfecting. the way the light caught the shimmer on your cheeks, the dark eyeliner framing your eyes just rightâit was beautiful. even though you planned on hiding your face with that mask for the entire night.
he pretended to keep his eyes closed, even though he could barely contain his excitement. âi hope you don't open your eyes hm? you wouldn't want to lose me eating you out, right?â heâd said with a smirk, watching as you nodded obediently. you were so good at thisâeverything about you, from the way you shifted on the sink to the way you were biting your lip in need, made him ache to see your true reaction when you finally figured it out.
he could feel your nervous energy as you followed his lead, trusting him completely. it was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate the situation, how horny you were, and he couldnât help but chuckle quietly to himself.
âyouâve got no idea how fucking cute you moan,â he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continued to thrust into you. the way you squirmed made him even harder, and he could feel his own arousal rising at the thought of keeping this secret just a little longer.
âshut up,â you whined, clearly flustered by his words, and he couldnât help but laugh softly. god, you were adorable. he kept it playful, teasing you even more as he leaned down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line up your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. âjust focus on how good you feel.â
every thrust sent a quiver through you, and he could feel you responding to him, getting wetter with every move. you were lost in it, and he was completely taken by the way your body reacted to his touch. he loved how your sounds filled the space, how you couldnât help but moan louder and louder as he picked up the pace, fucking you deeper.
âtell me how good it feels.â
âso good, you feel so goodâyour cockâs'big!â you breathed, and he reveled in the power he had over you. he could see the way your body squirmed beneath him, anguished for more, and it only pushed him to keep going.
âthatâs right, keep saying it,â he encouraged, his fingers curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as he hit that sweet spot inside you. âi want to hear everything, since i cant see it.â
he could feel you tightening around him, your that sweet release pulsing, and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled out, leaving you gasping âwhat the fuck?!â you cried, your voice high-pitched with desperation, eyes still closed. he couldnât help but chuckle at your frustration, knowing just how good you felt, but wanting to keep you on that brink a little longer.
âpatience, bunny,â he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. âyouâll get what you want.â
with that, he pushed back into you, driving deep and hard, and the sound of your moan filled the locker room. âyes! please!â you begged, fingers digging into the sink as you rocked back against him.
but again, right when you were so close, he slipped out. âno, no, donât do that!â you whined, the desperation in your voice making him grin. âi was so close!â
âi wonât let you cum on my cock,â he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he watched your expression crumble. your face fell against your arms in defeat, sulking like a petulant child. âwhy?â you whined, the sulk evident in your voice, and he couldnât help but scoff at how adorable you looked, all flustered and desperate.
just then, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging enough to make you almost open your eyes. the sudden pressure made a strangled moan escape your throat, and he loved it.
he slowly turned you around, guiding you to sit on the cold sink. you cursed under your breath, your legs instinctively spreading wide as you positioned yourself for him.
âthis is so unfair, i cant see you...â you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about how you couldnât see what he was doing. you could hear the sound of your breath quickening as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the idea of him between your legs making you almost cum on spot.
âyou donât need to see it, babe,â he said, all sultry. fuck you needed to know who he was, and with that, you could feel him get closer, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.
âyouâre such an ass for doing this to me,â you groaned, but deep down, you were practically begging for it, and you knew it. he laughed softly, the sound thundering in his chest as he spread your legs wider, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy, the folds puffy, and flushed, dripping beautifully.
a sudden creak from somewhere down the hallway snapped you out of the fog of pleasure, and, instinctively, you opened your eyes. it took a second to adjust, to blink away the haze clouding your vision, but then you looked downâstraight at him.
andâ
mr. yoon?
âshh,â he whispered, a finger pressed to his own lips, a hint of a smirk twitching as he maintained eye contact with you, even as his head dipped between your legs. you wanted to pull back, to process that your professor was there, settled on his knees in front of you in a locked room, but his mouth had already found your clit.
âoh my god,â you moan, in disbelief, in pure ecstasy. he starts sucking your clit with so hard that makes you dizzy, and your back arches instinctively, the sensations overwhelming. your mind races, but the sight of himâmr. yoon, your strict, no-nonsense professorâeating you out is enough to push you right back over the edge.
you bite your lip to stifle your cries, but itâs no use. the combination of the taboo and the sucking sends you spiraling into the orgasm, and you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue as you cum in his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips.
âholyââ you breathe, panting as he pulls away, licking his lips like heâs savoring the taste of you.
he raises up to kiss you, but you back away instinctively, the shock paralyzing you.
âwait, you didnât like that it was⊠me?â he asks, worry flashing across his eyes.
your mind is racing. so he was the one fucking you? after the letterâoh my god. âi⊠i didnât know it was you!â you manage to stammer.
he licks his cum-covered lips, that sly grin still in place. he steps back slightly, still unsure of what to say. âso⊠you liked it, then?â
âwell, yeah, butââ you start, but the words fail you. how do you even explain this? how do you tell your professor that he just made you come like that, and it was one of the best experiences of your life?
you catch his gaze, and for the first time, thereâs a flicker of worry in mr. yoonâs eyes. he's probably already imagining that expulsion letter or the scandal thatâd blow up his career.
ârelax,â you murmur, smirking as he watches you. âiâm not about to go blabbing to the dean or anything.â he quirks a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced yet, and you give him a playful shrug. âbut only if⊠you get on your knees again and show me just how much you wanna keep me quiet.â
the corner of his mouth lifts. âoh, is that right?â he murmurs, and before you know it, heâs stepping forward, hands sliding around your waist as he leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
âguess iâll have to make sure youâre too busy to even think about talking,â he whispers.
[...]
monday rolls around, and itâs like the entire campus is still buzzing about the halloween party. people are dissecting every detail, trying to figure out who was behind which mask. youâre sitting at your desk, pretending to read the same damn paragraph for the fifth time, but letâs be realâthereâs only one thing on your mind: mr. yoonâs dick.
jeonghanâs up at the front, leaning against his desk, teaching as if nothing happened, and you can barely keep a straight face. every time you glance up, you canât help but picture the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands, his mouth⊠yeah, not the kind of thoughts you should be having in the middle of class.
the bell finally rings, snapping you out of it as everyone starts packing up. your friend pauses by the door, waiting, but just as youâre about to leave, mr. yoon clears his throat.
ây/n,â he says, thereâs that hint of something under it, something only you would catch. âstay a moment, would you?â
you wave your friend off, muttering something about catching up later. she glances between the two of you and, of course, shoots you a knowing smile before shutting the door on her way out. itâs just you and jeonghan now, the room empty and quiet, his gaze pinned on you.
he raises an eyebrow, and his eyes flick towards the closed door. âshould i be worried about that smile she gave you?â he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
you blink, caught off guard. âno! no one knows about⊠us,â you insist, a bit too quickly.
he scoffs, giving you this look like heâs amused but skeptical. âoh, i know that,â he says smoothly, but then he taps his finger on his desk. âbut she definitely knows⊠about this.â
with a dramatic flourish, he slides open a drawer and pulls out the letter. your stomach drops as he lays it out on his desk for you to see, the unmistakable swoop of your handwriting there in all its glory, complete with little heart and butterfly stickers surrounding a mortifyingly filthy sentence.
âwanna feel your cock hitting the deepest part of my pussy until i canât even remember my name.â
you freeze, face heating up instantly. oh, god. did you really write that?
he chuckles softly, watching you squirm as you avoid his gaze, suddenly very interested in the stack of textbooks on his desk. you press your lips together, practically biting down to keep from making any sound, because your brain is malfunctioning.
âso,â he murmurs, âdid you really mean every word?â
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I wanna be blunt about this ongoing James somerton suicide threat issue but I don't want to connect it to my IRL Twitter to comment on the dogshit takes I'm seeing there or the good and well meaning but maybe too kind takes I'm seeing here.
Obviously, I hope that this is a false alarm cry for help fake threat. Yes, it would reinforce that Somerton is a self-centered egomaniac who can't handle consequences but that's preferable to dead.
But I work in local news and let me tell you something. I've covered half a dozen family annihilating murder suicides and heard hundreds of men making suicide threats over police scanners and a huge swath of these don't happen because they're depressed or because people are mean to them on the Internet. They're punishment. A person with an enormous amount of entitlement towards people around them gets backed into a corner and they punish the people closest to them by killing themselves or threatening to kill themselves.
No one wants to talk about this feature of suicide because...you want to help people who are struggling and guide them away from this path and being blunt about the fact that sometimes people die of suicide as a consequence of their own shittiness towards the world does not really help actively suicidal people. But suicide rates are higher in men not just because they have higher rates of untreated mental illness (a societal issue we must address for the sake of all) but because some people, often men, use suicide (but more often the threat of suicide) as a tool of abuse and control.
I'm not saying somerton is like, an icky abuser bad guy, he's just a run of the mill grifter scumbag, but his actions in the past show a clear pattern of escalating behavior that aligns with this.
Somerton gets called out -> somerton alleges physical threats of violence against himself and his fans rally around him supportively -> Harry calls somerton out in a bigger way -> Somerton says he's hospitalized but there are inconsistencies with the story but no one wants to talk about that because you wanna be nice-ish about a guy who just tried to kill himself and now he's trying to be framed as tragic but it doesn't really stick -> somerton apologizes again but his apology is rightly called out for lies and manipulative framing as well as his continuing attempts to profit off the community he betrayed -> James posts a suicide note publicly putting the onus of his own suicide on the loss of his friend Nick who he repeatedly threw under the bus and now everyone is rallying to say nice-ish shit and wring their hands in concern over poor james -> indefinitely repeat this vicious cycle forever until he actually does die or finally gives up and gets real, intensive therapy and a day job.
Thats not to say anyone's concern is misplaced, it's 100% better for him to be a living scumbag than a dead one. He deserves the chance to grow and learn and have a life outside of youtube.
But you don't have to portray this as the action of a sad depressed man who got bullied off the Internet. It's manipulation, whether he intended to go through with it or not and whether someone intervened or not. Not denying that internet bullying is a thing, I'm sure there were some people who were shitty directly to James but he made the choice to not unplug from this and to try and keep being a public figure rather than taking care of himself. He could have deleted Twitter, blocked anyone who was an asshole, gone to therapy and tried to move on with his life but if he'd deleted his channel he'd have lost monetization... Can't have that, right? So he posts some apology videos so his channel stays active and then complains about how ruinous this is while never trying to take real accountability.
But the reality is that people would have forgotten about him so quickly and maybe his job prospects would've been impacted but...that's on him, and that's for him to figure out but it's not actually life ruining. He chose to continue to engage knowing he'd get backlash and hate and he'd feel worse and worse and things would never get better without the time and space for people to forget.
He made the choice to make a public spectacle of his own alleged suicide. That is the action of someone who wants to put the weight of their suicide on someone else's shoulders and is morally wrong. He can be held to account for that, alive or dead.
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brats & bows katsuki bakugou ââ ᥣđ© Ë Ìđ©° !!
âËá° about! katsuki lets you wrap a bow around his pretty throat and boss him around⊠or at least try to.
warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. nsfw, smut. characters aged up to 20s, light!choking, size kink, switch dynamics, unprotected sex, bows for bondage, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.
ok ok⊠convincing bakugou to let you wrap a pink bow around his neck.
riding him slow and steady, your cunt milking him with every clench and his cock spurting little streams of precum deep inside every time it spasms. you sink down on him so slow he think he might die from your tortuous pace. bakugou knows he can take over at any minute, thereâs a strength in his body no other human could possibly match. it would be easy for him to flip you over and pound you to putty into the couch. he is a pro hero after allâŠbut he really does like this. he loves the feel of your hand reaching back to wrap around his thick throat and dance along the silk ribbon youâd begged to tie there.
your fingers are so small that they hardly canât even fit around around him entirely⊠but he feels the heat of your palm through the pink material and the burning sensation of lust that you pass onto him. katsuki adores your sweet little attempt at choking him while choking back your own heavy tears, hiccuping while you throw your hips back and forth so that his tip never leaves your sweet spot. lewd squelching sounds echo throughout the room, needy whines like a lamb bleating at its slaughter tack themselves to your swollen lips and slide through katsukiâs eardrums like dangerous molten molasses.
something about you crying for him, drooling on him drives the blonde insane and makes it hard for him to hold back â he almost feels sorry for you. his precious little cry baby. he knows heâs a little sick for it.
katsuki likes that you think youâre in control when youâre on top of him and in his lap. using him like your own personal fuck toy â but he knows youâre frustrated, itching for the explosive man to touch your clit, to stick his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue or better yet kiss you. your sweaty back to his sweltering chest, his shallow breathing coasting along your bare shoulders makes it worse. katsuki looking so pretty beneath you with a dainty bow secured around his neck to only pisses you off more.
youâd fought tooth and nail to put it on him, grinned like a Cheshire Cat when the blonde whimpered and twitched at the soft sensation of the ribbon around his neck â only just restricting his air ways. you thought that youâd have him under your spell, maybe begging to fuck you while you used him for your own orgasms.
but this is katsuki, and heâs just as bratty as you are. so, if you were going to be in charge, heâd let you. heâd make you work for it â a little bit of pink ribbon wasnât going to make him submit to you that easily.
and therefore⊠he does nothing, lets you throw your ass back on his throbbing dick as it drips between your sticky thighs and he thinks heâs still got you under control. that is, until you reach grasp at the soft ends of his ribbon and use it to lug him forward with all your might, startling the cocky blonde.
itâs like a switch has been flipped inside of you, being kept on the edge because your boyfriend wonât fuck you to prove a point has you pent up and desperate. âdonât just sit there, kats,â you snarl in frustration between heavy breaths, sloppy pussy squeezing around the pulsating veins that decorate katsuki bakugouâs, cubby, aching dick. âbe useful for once. fuck me. make me feel good.â
from this position, you canât see the way his black pupils blow wide and swallow the red in his eyes like spilt ink. but your head tips back and to side, just enough to capture his cherry bitten lips in a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. you lap into his mouth like a dog having her first taste of water, tasting his flavour and the sweat on his lips. every kiss l is mismatched, rough and messy but your bodies and their movements harmonise like no other â rolling against one another, your cunt never letting go of his swollen cock that fills you up oh so well.
your tone had said it all and itâs all bakugou really needed to let loose, his hips kicking up at the sound of your voice, rough with arousal and deepened with desire. finally, his calloused hands map their way over to your front, the pads of his fingers etching the letters of his name onto your puffy clit while others leave their mark on your hips â holding you in place to take his cock. the blonde loves it all, the way your back arches from his chest and the way your mewls turn to breathless growls when you lose your cool and pull the ends of the pretty bow so hard that his eyes glaze over, his brain goes fuzzy and he canât stop thrusting up into like his life depends on it.
sweat beads on his brow and against katsukiâs hairline like a crown made of pearls or an angelâs halo much unlike the devilish act the two of you are committing right now. the competing wax and waning of your bodies sends a shiver down his spine â when you slam yourself down onto his seedy girth, katsuki bucks into you, slender hips and sweaty ass rising from the bed to grind his precum into your sluice walls.
maybe katsuki isnât always in control, even when he thinks he is. maybe your big wet eyes and gushing pushy have more of a grip on him than he thinksâŠafter all, you did manage to convince him to put the bow on after all.
ê°Â end. â all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.
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halloscream
was it jeongsung in the bedroom?
warnings đȘ: poly relationship dynamics, theyâre serial killers, knifeplay, clitplay, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), bloodplay (be warned about this one, itâs not their blood), one whole line of daddy kink, mxm as well as fxm
itâs getting late. theyâre late, to be more precise, but you feel as if you look at the window again it will feel like even longer. you tap away at your keyboard. itâs too quiet - the house is empty with your parents out at dinner. normally your two boyfriends would be making enough noise to drown out the everlasting silence, but again, theyâre nowhere to be seen. your foot taps against the carpet impatiently underneath your desk.
a noise from your back garden catches your attention. nothing too loud, just a rustle of leaves and a few small thuds, but it has you rising from your computer chair to check it out. jisung would chastise you. âdonât you know horror movies?â heâd say, eyes round and wide, âinvestigating a strange noise is how you die, jagi.â still, youâre pissed that theyâre late, and you also know full well that your boyfriends are the only threat to your small, isolated town.Â
it started last year. jeongin came bursting through your window, clad in a halloween costume drenched in blood, and you laughed in his face thinking it was fake. it wasnât fake. jisung followed closely behind him, a knife in his hand still messy with the efforts of their mission, and you almost had a heart attack. jeongin had to sit you down and explain, but really, thereâs not a lot of explaining you can do when your girlfriend finds out youâve been killing students from the local high school.Â
theyâre psychopathic, to put it lightly, but surely you are too - one toothy smile from jeongin and a comforting rub of jisungâs hand on your back was all it took. youâd accepted it all.Â
now, you stand at your window, sticking your head out of the open pane of glass. the autumn air is crisp and it bites at your flushed, alarmed cheeks. when you canât see anything through the darkness, you sigh, pulling your body back into your room. itâs not them. you turn to make your way back to the computer. maybe theyâll call before they come, just to let you know not to be scared and-
âugh,â jeonginâs voice groans from behind you. your head whips around, shocked to see that he actually looks reasonably presentable. heâs in their signature costume, long, pitch black fabric drowning his lightly toned frame, and he carries the matching mask in his hand. âi thought youâd at least help me inside, baby. are your parents even home? i couldâve just used the front door.â
thereâs other things on your mind. youâre pissed heâs late, and your arms fold over your chest. âwhereâs the other one?â your voice is dismissive, as if you donât care about where jeonginâs partner-in-crime normally is. of course you care. one of your boys never comes without the other - quite literally - and you try to peek behind jeongin to see the missing boy. he crowds in through your window to block your vision, toned arms and long legs climbing through his chosen entry point.Â
âheâs on his way,â jeongin says. the mask drops from his hand to the floor in favour of wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in, the fabric of his halloween costume scratching against your bare collarbones. youâre in one of jisungâs old oversized shirts, and the neckline is stretched beyond belief. your hands soften the impact by bracing themselves on his shoulders. âhe got caught up with something. you understand, right?â
he feels like heâs everywhere in your room at once, an aura that only jeongin could have wrapped around you. itâs all it takes to calm you down, to forget about the fact that they didnât even call, and then youâre focusing on the feeling of something solid pressing into your thigh.Â
your hand moves down. his eyes follow the movement, narrowed, head tilting to the side as if heâs daring you to touch. you do, because you always rise to jeonginâs challenges. your fingers wrap around the object with a mischievous giggle. âis that a knife or are you just happy to see me?â
âthatâs a knife,â he responds, quick as a bat. his hand wraps around your wrist and moves you a few inches to the right, positioning your hand over his actual cock and oh. itâs throbbing, and you can feel the way the shaft hardens further in your hand, even through the layers of fabric. you blink up at him, all coy through your lashes, and he raises an eyebrow. âiâm hard because i just killed someone, and thatâs turning you on. do you know how fucked up that is?â
âitâs even more fucked up to be hard after killing someone,â you say, hands moving to his hips. you begin a backwards walk to your bed, pulling him along with you. jeonginâs more than happy to follow. his body slides between your legs easily, erection pressing into the middle of your sleep shorts, right above your core, and you try to catch his lips with yours. he moves away from your face with that signature cheeky grin, one that only jeongin could pull off. âwhy? first youâre late, and now no kiss? donât wind me up, jeonginnie.â
âiâm gonna lick your pussy, thatâs why,â his voice is low, tone steady. it makes a shiver run down your spine, but youâre nodding, letting your thighs fall apart. jeonginâs grin widens at the effect he has on you. heâs still in that stupid costume, but you watch his body slide down your bed until his face is nuzzling into your core.
you canât help it. youâre curious, and they may say curiosity kills the cat, but well - the only thing killing anyone is rutting his nose into the covered pudge of your clit. âwho did you kill?â
âwhat?â he scoffs, pulling your sleep shorts to the side with two long, gloved fingers. the texture of his gloves is cold against your heated mound, and you stutter out a breath, hands moving to the sheets beside you. âdoes it matter, jagi?â
ây-yeah, it does,â you whine when he dips down, tongue licking over your clit for the first time tonight. heâs talented with his mouth, but heâs normally better with his fingers. jisungâs forte is oral, and you let your mind wander again. where is he? youâre missing the essential third piece in your beloved psychopathic throuple.
when he speaks again, the vibrations hit your pussy. âhe was a lowlife. donât worry about it. he deserved to die.â
âyou say that about e-everyone- oh my god,â he sucks your clit into his mouth as youâre speaking. it makes you surge from the bed, back arching, hand weaving into his hair to pull and tug to where you need him to be. jeonginâs malleable like that, letting you grind your pussy up into his mouth while he presses his tongue flat against the sensitive bud. âfuck. fuck, jeonginnie, innie, please, baby-â
âjesus, man. that was a ballache. yâknow, wouldâve been easier if maybe there were two of us like thereâs meant to be, or-â your head snaps to your window. jeonginâs mouth stops moving, but he kisses your clit as an apology.Â
sure, you would normally jump at the sight of someone standing in your bedroom dressed in a full halloween costume, ghostface mask and all. however, youâve already received one of your male visitors tonight and you know that voice all too well - especially when itâs paired with a short stature and fumbling hands gripping at his mask. you see jisungâs appalled expression once the mask is gone, dropped to the floor to join jeonginâs, round eyes staring at his boyfriendâs position between your legs. âyou seriously started without me?! câmon man, donât piss me off!â
jeongin only shrugs and nuzzles his nose against your mound to get your attention. you turn back to the boy, running your fingers through his hair comfortingly. he resumes the fat licks heâs giving your core, broad and messy and too fucking good. âiyennieâs being nice and eating my- ah- pussy, baby,â jisungâs staring at you, bouncing from one foot to the other. âyou couldâve too, if you werenât late.â
âwha-â jisung splutters. heâs already toeing his boots off, yanking the costume over his head to reveal the baggy jeans and black tank heâs got on underneath. the sight of his honey-toned arms against the dark fabric is enough to make your mouth water, but then he drops his jeans and you can see his erection pressing against the front of his boxers. jeongin ignores him, sucking your pussy hard with a soothing hum. your labia stretches with it, and then he flicks his tongue over your clit so fast that your legs kick out. jisung catches them. ânot my fault. jeonginnie made me do all the cleanup and the fucking theatrics and shit. this guy bled like a pig too, baby, so-â
âhyung,â jeongin chastises, eyes flitting over to him. when he pulls his head back, his chin is covered in drool and your arousal. you want to lick it clean. youâre barely even paying attention to what your boys are bickering about. âdonât get into the gory details.â
jisung stops in his tracks, trousers wrapped around his ankles. he looks at you. you shiver. he looks at jeongin, and jeongin raises an eyebrow, challenging again. âdonât you know?â jisungâs grin is wide, mischievous. âshe likes hearing the gory details. go on, tell her.â
jeonginâs lips part in surprise. he looks at you, scrutinising. âis that so? you wanna hear how i gutted that guy and jisungie hung him from a tree?â
you canât help it. with his words, jeongin slides two fingers inside of you, curling them so harshly it makes your eyes water. you let out a keen, trying to reach out to pull jisung onto the bed, but heâs too far. he seems to get it, knee-walking onto the mattress until heâs positioned next to you. his hand doesnât stay out of his boxers for long, sliding beneath the tight fabric. you watch him grip his shaft and pump slowly at the sight in front of him.Â
âdo you wanna know who it was?â jeongin continues. his thumb slides to rub over your clit, and your thighs tremble. youâre moaning, nodding, babbling pleadings and little âyesâs that fall from your mouth urgently. jeongin chuckles. âyour little friend from your math class. see, i wasnât too mad about it, but jisung said he was trying to fuck you.â
âgod, fuckin- he pissed me off, baby, âm sorry,â jisung whines, and your head is spinning. youâre reeling. jeongin thrusts his fingers a little harder, a little faster, and youâre struggling to concentrate. jisungâs tongue swipes over his bottom lip once, twice, eyes flitting between you and jeongin as if heâs not quite sure who to look at. âhe was t-too nice to you, he- he wanted you. youâre ours.â
youâve barely spoken to the guy from your math class - in all honesty, youâre not quite sure of his name, but now that you think about it⊠yeah. he was a little touchy, a little flirty, maybe too kind and considerate in letting you copy his work. it all adds up, but heâs taken care of now. you donât have to worry about it. you never have to worry about anything with your boys around.
jisung pushes his boxers down, and his shaft slaps up against the base of his tummy, not too long but girthy enough to make your mouth water. he catches your gaze and uses his grip to slap it against his skin a little more, precum forming a thin trail attaching the cockhead to his tank top. âfuck. s-suck it, baby, wonât you?âÂ
âcum first,â jeongin insists. jisung grumbles in protest, but jeonginâs thumb presses harder on your clit, and he reels backwards to spit down against your pussy. the slap of his hand against your core is debauched, messy, and your eyes flutter shut. itâs too good. youâre gonna cum. âcum for me. fucking give it to me. my little fucked up baby, huh? that turned you on, didnât it?â
ây-yeah! yes, yes, of course, y-you two are- fuck, too much, too much, iâm gonna cum,â youâre babbling again, and when your hand shoots out to grip onto something jisung catches it with his own spare hand. he links your fingers together, and jeongin dips down, finally, finally pressing his lips against yours. itâs all just enough and you feel like youâre dying, shots of electricity running through you, core gushing your release over jeonginâs wrist while he slides his tongue into your mouth.Â
youâre given barely any time to come down. jeonginâs hand reels back and slaps your pussy. âhands and knees fâme. head between hyungâs legs.â
you scramble against your bedsheets, limbs kicking out and positioning your body face down in the sheets below jisungâs cock. jeongin moves behind you, yanking your sleep shorts down with a wet, still gloved hand.Â
âyou liked hearing what we d-did, baby, yeah?â jisung questions, and you whine, nodding. you did. secretly, in a dark place you try not to go into, you want their knives pressed against you and making you bleed while they fuck you. the thought makes your pussy clench down around nothing.Â
jisungâs fingers move to your hair, yanking you forward until youâre nosing at his cock. you slide your tongue over his shaft just briefly, nuzzling your nose into the hair at his base, but itâs not long before heâs slapping his cock against your cheek impatiently. âshiiiit, jeonginnie, get inside already. i need her mouth so fucking bad, iâm so fucking hard.â
âjust take it,â jeongin fumbles with his belt behind you. you hear the tell-tale clanging of metal, and then the rustling of fabric. his cockhead presses against your hole unceremoniously, blunt and thick, and you try to rut backwards onto it. jisungâs grip prohibits you, and he drags you upwards above his cock to finally press his tip between your lips.Â
they both slide in together. jeonginâs thick shaft stretches you beyond belief, making you moan hard around jisungâs cock. youâre glad your parents arenât home. jisung squirms from the vibrations, and before jeongin can start moving, heâs bouncing your head on his shaft.Â
you can see his eyes roll back into his head, lips parting with a sharp whine. you feel like a ragdoll. it has you getting even wetter. ât-thatâs it. fuckinâ beautiful mouth, my baby, so dirty, lemme- jusâ lemme fuckinâ take it, god, please.â
jeongin thrusts into you once, twice, testing movements that have your pussy all creamy and easy around him. he sighs, positions his large palms on your ass, and then he starts thrusting at a breakneck speed that has you bouncing between their cocks. you feel used. your clit aches for touch, hard and sensitive above where your hole is getting decimated.Â
jisung pulls your head up to give you air, his hand polishing his cockhead. youâre immediately babbling. âfuck, you- jeongin, j-jeonginnie, the knife. will you- will you use it? o-on me? please?â
jisung moans. his hand moves between his legs, pumping his cock quickly in front of your face. it leaks against your lips. jeonginâs hips halt, pressing deep inside you. âthe knife? baby, i donât know.â
âget it, iyennie,â jisung nudges jeongin with his toes. you donât miss the way jeonginâs cock twitches inside of you. âget mine. it still has blood on it.â
âoh my god,â you moan, wiggling backwards onto jeongin. you can tell his face must be a picture right now because jisung laughs, loud albeit shaky, and he reaches down onto the floor into the pocket of jisungâs jeans to reveal the offending object. he throws it to jisung, who brands it to you, showing that yeah, really, itâs still got someone elseâs blood on it. it should be disgusting, moreso terrifying, but when the blade presses against your neck you wriggle just enough to get jisungâs cock back into your mouth.Â
âsee? f-fucking look at her,â jisung says, voice pitched higher. the angle is awkward, but he manages to fuck his cock into your mouth in tiny, shallow thrusts while the blunt edge of the blade is against your skin. he wouldnât turn it the other way, not seriously when he knows he might lose control and hurt you. the idea has you keening. âshe fucking loves it.â
âyeah? is that true?â jeongin sounds gravelly, throat hoarse, and he starts to fuck into you again. the slide is smooth with how wet youâve gotten, and your pussy clings to him on every outwards thrust, dragging him back inside of you. jisung pushes harder and the knife presses harder. âhannie. hyung, be- be careful.â
âdonât need to be,â jisung responds, quick, and yanks your head upwards so youâre just suckling on his cockhead. youâve been drooling all over it, and the feeling of your wet mouth around the most sensitive part of him makes his thighs tremble. heâs close. he never lasts long in your mouth, and you reach one hand up from your position, running a thumb over the creased skin of his ballsack. his foot shoots out so sharply it kicks jeongin in the thigh. âfuck! sorry, sorry aegi, iâm- iâm close, i-â
âalready?â jeongin chuckles, but his thrusts are beginning to stagger too. heâs just as close as his boyfriend is, and the blood smearing on your throat has you clenching so hard you think you might be, too. jeonginâs pace quickens, and despite it being messy and uncalculated you let your head fall to jisungâs hip with a moan. heâs fine to strip his cock in your face, body curled over you to hold the knife to your neck, and you nuzzle downwards to suck his balls into your mouth.
âyes! yesyesyes, baby, oh, yeah! just like that, my baby, gonna- iâll cum, fuck, on your face, you want it?â
âfuck. fuck, daddy, please,â you keen, and you watch in real time how it affects your boyfriend. jisungâs eyebrows scrunch together, pouty lips forming the perfect o as his cock spurts ropes of cum onto your head. itâs imprecise, landing mostly on your forehead and in your hair, and you squeal when jeongin yanks you back by the same messy strands.Â
âdaddy? fuckinâ really?â he pulls you into him, almost fully sat in his lap, and uses a hand he slides up your shirt to bounce you on top of him. youâre out of it. the blood has smeared all over your neck and stained the neck of your shirt, but you donât care, whinging and gripping onto jeonginâs lithe thighs. his balls slap against your clit like this, and you can see jisungâs cock perking in interest already.
âthis is fuckinâ hot! aegi, make her cum. wanâ see it.â
âyou already saw it, i need to- i gotta cum now,â jeongin gasps, teeth biting into your shoulder. itâs too much.Â
âno, jeonginnie, please! make me- please make me cum!â
he gives in. jisung will tease him about this later. his fingers move to your clit despite his words, and with only a few precisely formed circles onto the bud youâre creaming on his cock with another pathetic squeal. the sensitivity rises quickly, and it has tears biting at your eyes, but jeongin continues to fuck into you like youâre nothing more than a warm hole. maybe thatâs all you are. the thought has your pussy clenching down again, and he thrusts deep before he fills you up with a shout, thick and warm inside of you.
jisung stretches his limbs with a sigh, thumb and index finger rubbing over his cockhead. itâs all too wet, and jeongin slides his softening cock out of your hole with a groan. the knife clatters unceremoniously to the floor. before you can whine and make a fuss over the cum still on your face, jeongin grabs hold of your hair and presses his tongue against your skin.
âwhen do i get a kiss?â jisung protests, cock still soft against his tank top. âno kisses for hannie even after all that hard work. this is unjust. unfair. itâs wrong, i would say.â
you watch jeongin surge across the bed and feed jisung his own cum from his lips. itâs dirty, and jisungâs shaft twitches valiantly against his tummy when he kisses back, tongues intertwining amidst the high pitched noise he makes. you let them kiss for a bit, and then you wriggle yourself up to your boys. the elder welcomes you with open arms, and jeongin pulls away from his lips with a wet sound, collapsing onto jisungâs shoulder.
âwelcome home,â you chirp, and jeongin chuckles sleepily. jisung only pulls you into his chest further, fingers tracing patterns on the bare skin of your arm. âwill i be expecting any more late nights this week?â
âtomorrow,â jeongin yawns. his head rests on jisungâs shoulder. youâre pretty sure heâs drooling already. jisungâs eyes flutter shut, at peace. âitâs the build up to halloween, baby. weâre busy these days, but weâll always make time for you.â
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Hiiii!!! See your doing writing requests for Hazbin, Its my hyperfixation so I am in need of more content đ so I'd like to request maybe Vox general or NSFW headcanon ( either one is good lol-) with a afab reader maybe? This is my first time requesting something like this so sorry if I'm a little nervous or bad at requesting. I think this is how people are supposed to request? XD
General Dating Headcanons | Vox
a/n: You're totally alright dear! You said everything just fine! As I've stated before, I got early access to the first two episodes, and it's been so interesting to analyze vox's character! I hope I can do him justice!! He's starting to grow on me now. I'm gonna stick with a gn!reader just because these are general headcanons and I want them to be suited for anyone!
fandom: Hazbin Hotel
wordcount: 1299
cw: SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL, swearing, vulgar content, stalking, death and mentions of death/murder., toxic/absuive relationships.
(PLATONIC):
Voxâs got eyes EVERYWHERE in hell. There is no escaping his line of sight unless you go completely off the grid. Which is pretty difficult to do when the entirety of pentagram city is covered head to toe in VoxTech.
However, if you don't pose a threat to him, he really doesn't give a shit about you otherwise, and wonât pay that much attention to your life.
When you first fell into hell, you were mostly confused as to how you wound up here in the first place. That quickly subsided into fear as you noticed the large variety of demons and sinners casually walking down the sidewalk like it was an average tuesday.Â
Youâll never forget the sight of seeing a demon gnaw off the arm of another and swallow it whole, like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.Â
You wander aimlessly down the streets, keeping to yourself and being very cautious of those around you. Your clothes were in tatters, and you didn't have any form of money whatsoever, what were you to do??
You had two options: Somehow find a job in this new horrific realm, or, die.
You didn't care too much for the latter.
This is how you stumble across one of the largest studios/clubs in hell, owned by probably the most feared overlords in pentagram city. The Vâs.Â
You get hired to be nothing more than a waiter/waitress, to serve the patrons of the club, mostly serving them their drinks.
You weren't too fond of the work uniform either. It left nothing to the imagination, and exposed alot of skin, far too much to your liking. The job actually paid somewhat decently though and it was enough to be able to sustain a living. You were quick to rent out the nearest apartment.
One day, while youâre out on the main floor, making your rounds, your eyes briefly lock with the TV demon across a sea of sinners. Call it cheesy, but it was almost like a spark went off the moment he laid eyes on you. Which is something that doesn't happen often with the tech-savvy overlord. Who were you??
He lazily beckons you over with a claw, to which you obediently follow, although it doesn't hide the sheer nervousness written all over your face, He gives you his drink order in that sultry, velvet voice of his, eyeing you up. You gulp slightly and are quick to bring him his order. He thought you were so cute trembling for him.
He begins to stalk observe you closer after that. If you have any electronic devices heâll watch you through your screens, trying to get a glimpse into what your life was like outside of work. The things you enjoyed doing in your free time, favorite shows, foods etc.
He def goes through your search history.
He would start showing up more in the sections you worked at, oftentimes minding his business, but occasionally striking up a conversation with you.
You did have to admit he was quite the charmer, his smooth voice was hypnotic to you.
OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES. If he notices some creep won't leave you alone while you're working, heâll take care of them personally, itâs never a pretty sight afterwards. He cant have anyone taking what's his.
You're oblivious to his stalking and possessiveness, you don't think much of it, maybe that's because he puts on a friendly face when youâre around him.
But after some time of getting to know you, Heâs the one that eventually asks you out on a âdateâ. Youâre skeptical at first, but decide to accept his offer. And also partially because you were afraid of what would happen if you said no.
(ROMANTIC):
Ngl itâs kind of a situationship in the beginning.
Vox is a busy man, itâs constant work maintaining the studios (especially valentinos temper) and managing the entirety of hell's technology. So, he may ghost you at first.
That being said, He will still keep an eye on you. He often watches through your phone while you sleep, just to make sure youâre safe. Hell is a dangerous place after all.
Speaking of, youâre now under the protection of the Vâs, so thatâs a plus! You never have to worry about another demon laying a finger on you. They usually never get close enough to anyways.
He very easily gets jealous. He won't show it on the outside because he has an image to uphold, but you can tell every time from that crazed look in his eyes.
Vox is a possessive lover; he wants to keep you all to himself. If he could, heâd keep you locked up by his side all day.
CONTROLLING. He HAS to know where youâre at, at all times, and who youâre going to be with (lest you face one of his tantrums). Also dictates what you wear, He likes to dress you up to his liking, like youâre his own personal doll.
Insecure much?
Say goodbye to privacy btw. He constantly has you in the back of his mind and a watchful eye on you. It can be kind of suffocating at times. The two of you have gotten into a few arguments because of this.
Valentino gets jealous of you too. How dare you take his boy-toy away from him? Heâs often giving you the stink eye and will threaten you behind voxâs back. Youâre too scared to tell Vox, because you don't want to face Valâs wrath.
You know briefly of his and Valâs ârelationshipâ it all had seemed very one-sided and completely unhealthy.
You're often having to calm Vox down. The man has a very short temper and is easily provoked.Â
Imagine you pressing little kisses to his screen after he found out about Alastorâs return. He remains stoic, but secretly enjoys your affection.
Some of the pet names he loves to call you include; Doll, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart, Babe.
Pretty old-fashioned ik, but he's a classy man alright?
He tends to be pretty touchy, always having a clawed hand on the small of your back, or an arm wrapped around your waist. Itâs more of a possessive trait of his, to keep what's his close.
He loves having you sprawled on his lap while heâs in his screen room, you stay nuzzled into his side, often taking naps while he does broadcasts.
He TOTALLY spoils you btw. Heâs one of the most powerful overlords in hell, ofc he has the money to show it. Whatever dingy apartment you had before, forget about it bc this man has you living in a penthouse suite in one of the most expensive apartment buildings. He sees you looking at something in a store or online?? Boom, itâs yours now.
He loves buying you clothes, as Iâve said before, you're his âdollâ and he loves playing dress up with you.
And if you buy him something?? Heâs taken by surprise at first, heâs never really been on the receiving end of that affection, so whatever it is you give him heâll cherish it.
If you ever have someone bothering you, or want to get rid of, you just say the word babe. Heâll be feeding them to his sharks >:)
The man is emotionally constipated, ok?? All heâs ever known from relationships is what he shared with Val (and trust me that was a train wreck). Heâs rough around the edges, short-tempered and isn't always easy to get along with, and heâs incredibly possessive which can be suffocating to deal with at times. This probably stems from him not wanting to actually be alone, He doesn't want you to slip out of his grasp, so he keeps a tight leash on you. But underneath all these flaws, he really does love you and care about you. At the end of the day, He just wants someone that will stay.
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fright night
kim minji x reader
synopsis: in which your universityâs halloween festival leads to you and minji beating around the bush â finally.
warnings: making out. like the best makeout scene i've written in a bit i think. ohmygdoajsdf ; minji is a loooooser but we all know this ; pining ; dumb gay women ; FLIRTING. they want each other SO BAD i was giggling writing this im ngl ; SO cute i loved writing this ohmygod ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread
a/n: lately iâve been going insane bc of minji like sheâs just so gf⊠so⊠sheâs so⊠i need her
kim minji is an idiot, sheâs literally the dumbest person you know.
well, academically sheâs actually a genius, but sheâs clumsy and clueless nine times out of ten. unfortunately yet fortunately(?) for her, this is only more of the reason for you to be completely in love with her.
which is why your roommate is dealing with another one of your little attempts to deny your feelings again.
âi think i should just die.â you groan into yunjinâs bed. she watches you, your body lifeless after you roll over to face the ceiling. âeverything was just normal.â
ââjustâ as in⊠a month agoâŠ?â your roommate snickers, folding a t-shirt and placing it next to your torso. âi think youâre the only person i know who doesnât enjoy being in love.â
yes: youâre in love with kim minji.
no: you do not enjoy being in love with her at all.
itâs not that sheâs an asshole, itâs just the fact that everyone is also in love with her. she quite literally has a line of girls (and men, but none of them stand a chance) waiting for her. sheâs kim minji, one of your mutual friends who happens to be the captain of the universityâs soccer teamâwhich is why the clumsy aspect of her is often overlooked. so to most, sheâs just hot, but sheâs more to you, much more.
and you? youâre just trying to get by. youâre not in the spotlight, you havenât gotten hit on in months â you and minji are two worlds apart.
âthis is a waste of time. she only sees me as a friend, sheâs cute and athletic. compared to her the most astonishing thing i can do is make a t-shirt and wide-legged jeans to sell on depop.â
âyou should make a t-shirt that says âkim minji i want you so bad please marry meââ
yunjin is cut off when her just-folded shirt is thrown right at her face. she groans and throws it right back at you.
âi hope you get the same fate as a side character in a horror film.â you groan, sitting up and glaring at her.
âaw, thanks.â she says dryly, rolling her eyes. âhey, speaking of horror⊠the halloween festival is soon. are you going?â
âi fear.â you sigh, shoulders sinking a bit.
your partner in crime outside of your dorm, danielle, had convinced you with a look filled with sparkly eyes and a sweet smile to help out with face painting. there would be a variety of people passing by and you were notoriously known for being able to draw really well despite being a fashion major. âart is art,â danielle had shrugged, and so she bribed you with some coffee to really commit to it.
âdanielle got me to do the face painting stall.â
yunjinâs eyes widen as she sets down a sweater. âdid she?â
âyeah. iâm the only one within the circle â other than hanni â who can draw more than a stick figure.â
âyouâve got that right.â yunjin snickers. âyou think your wife will be there?â
âminji?â you tilt your head, to which yunjin responds with a raised brow. she got you there. âoh, um. maybe? why?â
âdonât act all unbothered now.â your roommate scoots you over so she can pick up a pile and stack them somewhere else. âif sheâs also doing something for the event, i see it as an opportunity.â
âwhy would i willingly do that to myself? im going to look desperate.â
âminji is an idiot, we both know that. why would it matter? i think sheâd be flattered to have you there. hasnât she literally taken you home like⊠three times? girl, stop overthinking.â yunjin scoffs. âplus, you never look desperate. youâre a little too good at acting like you donât care. donât you think youâre driving her away? itâs like, youâre so normal and even distant in real life, i donât want to say nonchalant because itâll boost your ego, but unfortunately, thatâs what you are.â
âyouââ yunjin raises both brows as you start to speak.
âshe probably wants you too. iâve noticed you guys talking more â donât think i donât notice you guys next to each other in between classes, even if itâs with your circle. kazuha asked if you were dating actually.â
âreally?â
yunjin giggles, turning away from her closer and back at you. she stands right in front of you, towering over and looking into your eyes scarily.
âyou want that girl so bad.â
âi canât.â
âno, no. listen to me, youâre going to take this halloween thing as an advantage to make a move and also look hot. i donât know how many more complaints about you being a bomosexual i can take.â
âi hate you.â
âokay then pay full rent.â
âi love you?â
yunjin laughs, picking up another pile of clothes and putting it away.
â
hanni is the one to text you out of nowhere the day after, something about âminji wanted you to eat with us, but heeseung is at the cafe.âÂ
you squint at the message. you had just reached your class, and now youâre being invited over to grab a bite with the girl you want so bad while the guy who wants you so bad is in the same area. there is no way you should be saying yes, you canât. one: you need to get over minji. sheâs out of reach, a mere dream. two: heeseung will be checking you out the whole time and might throw in a compliment or two.Â
âiâll be there in five.â you respond, sighing and pinching the bridge of your nose.
âŠ
the cafĂ© seems a little busy, but thatâs not surprising considering itâs around lunchtime and the cafe is not too far from the university. the second you step in, your eyes find minji across the room. sheâs mid-laugh with hanni, but the moment she spots you, her smile stretches wider, something bright and giddy in her gaze. itâs that soft, familiar look she gets sometimesâtoo open, too muchâbut youâre just as bad, trying not to look like youâre seconds away from smiling like an idiot as you walk up.
âhey, you,â she greets, her voice warm as she sidles closer, her shoulder bumping yours as you both look over the menu.
âhey loser,â you reply, nudging her back a little harder, a playful rhythm forming between you. she pushes back with a smile, and you retaliate, each shove barely more than an excuse to keep lingering in that small space between you two. she laughs, cheeks a little flushed, and you canât help but feel like coming over was the better decision.
you order first, dismissing minjiâs offer to pay for your lunch. she frowns but nonetheless lets you order first. you order a sundried tomato and mozzarella panini, stepping to the side after and glancing at minji, whoâs still staring at the menu.
hanni and danielle have already ordered, so you wait near the counter for minji so the two of you can meet up with the rest together.Â
much to your dismay, heeseungâs voice breaks through your little bubble. he steps closer, leaning against the counter a little too casually. âso, do you always come here, or did you just need an excuse?â his smile is easy, maybe a little too practiced, and his gaze lingers as he looks you up and down, more intense than friendly.Â
you try not to visibly cringe, offering him a polite smile. ânot reallyâjust here with friends today,â you say, keeping your tone light but cool. but he doesnât quite take the hint, his eyes not quite leaving yours. he definitely thinks thereâs something in the air, something other than his cologne that is way too strong for your liking.
âyou look cute.â
âoh um, thanks?â you purse you lips into a forced smile, watching him smirk confidently.Â
âwhat are your plans after this? got class?â
before you can think of another way to steer the conversation away, you feel an arm slip around your waist, pulling you close, and you look over to find minji at your side. her smile is wide and a little mischievous, and thereâs a hint of something defiant in her gaze as she looks right past heeseung, keeping her hand snug on your hip.
âoh, y/n!â she says brightly, voice layered with just enough enthusiasm to sound like a joke but thereâs an edge that makes it feel like more. âi remembered something so funny, itâs about yunjin. you know, during practice she got hit in the head.â
she doesnât even look at heeseung as she tugs you back toward your group, keeping her arm around you a beat longer than necessary. heeseungâs face twists slightly, frustration crossing his features, but minji doesnât give him a second glance. she launches into a conversation about her classes, her hand slipping away from your waist as she nudges you with her shoulder once more, an unmistakable grin still tugging at her lips.
you two get the chance to converse and danielle and hanni, who are more than happy to have you there. you can feel heeseung and his group eyeing you from a mile away, but that doesnât matter because minji is in front of you and keeping eye contact the whole time you complain about him.
both your order and minjiâs are called out at the same time and for a second, itâs just the two of you again as you both walk up to the counter. her voice and her closeness are enough to erase the last few awkward moments.
 âyou looked like you were having fun back there,â she murmurs, half-laughing, and you can tell by the gleam in her eyes that she noticed everything.Â
you laugh, trying to shrug it off. âcouldnât have done it without you,â you say, brushing her shoulder with yours. she looks down, almost bashfully, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks as she smilesâa smile that lingers long after heeseung fades into the background once again and you two rejoin the others.
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before you make an excuse to leave, although itâs not really an excuse more than a complaint about your professor assigning a grueling reading, you hug everyone. when itâs you and minji, you two hold onto each other for a split second longer than social norms until she pulls away. minji smells like flowers and vanilla â you could drown in her scent.
âare you going to the halloween festival this weekend?â
âoh, yeah. danielle is forcing me to volunteer.â
âthatâs funny,â minji chuckles, âbecause hanni is forcing me too.â
âis that so?â
âuh huh, pumpkin carving moderator or something.â she says, biting the inside of your lip. âwe should um, do you wanna walk around after? maybe drop your shift early and iâll do the same.â
you grin, pushing minjiâs shoulder with two fingers playfully.
âcouldnât find any other girl lined up for you to hangout with?â
âwhat other girls?â minji asks, genuinely confused.Â
youâre being an idiot. yunjin would so punch you in the face right now, so you come to your senses.
âiâ nevermind. iâll see you around.â
minji waves. âbye.â
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after you leave, minji settles into her seat beside hanni and danielle, trying to keep her expression neutral. she fails, the smile on her face noticeably smaller and her eyes a little more dim. her friends have known her too long; hanni catches on first, a knowing smirk spreading across her face.
âyou look like a disappointed puppy,â hanni says, nudging minji with a grin.
âwhat? no,â minji replies, clearly flustered. âwhat are you saying bro.â
âyou were practically glowing when y/n walked in,â hanni teases, leaning in. âand then suddenly turned into a sad little puddle when she left. you want her soooo bad.â
minjiâs cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, and she tries to laugh it off, glancing at danielle as if for backup. but danielleâs watching her too, a gentle, encouraging look on her face.
âitâs okay, minji,â danielle says softly. âitâs⊠pretty obvious, you know? you like y/n a lot.â
minji rolls her eyes, looking away. âmaybe i do. but it doesnât matter. y/nâs just⊠sheâs too⊠normal, you know? sheâs always so unbothered, so unfazed by anything. she probably doesnât even want me. iâm always chasing her.â
danielle shakes her head, a knowing smile touching her lips. âi wouldnât be so sure, minji. just because y/nâs good at hiding her feelings doesnât mean she doesnât have them.â she places a reassuring hand on minjiâs arm. âtrust me, i think thereâs more there than you realize.â
minji lets out a small sigh, her gaze dropping to her hands. âitâs just⊠sometimes it feels like iâm the only one whoâs feeling this way, you know? like iâm the only one getting flustered or waiting for her to look at me like⊠like i donât know, she seeâs me as a good friend.â
hanni wraps an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder. âplease. y/nâs about as subtle as you when youâre around. i donât know how you donât see it.â
danielle laughs softly, nodding. âgive it time, minji. y/n might just need a little nudge, and besidesâŠâ she pauses, glancing around conspiratorially before leaning in. âif y/n didnât feel something, you wouldnât have caught her staring at you like that when she thought no one was watching. plus, the whole nudging your shoulders the whole time. you two are like fucking thirteen year olds in love, itâs kind of gross.â
minji looks up, hope flickering in her eyes as a faint, shy smile tugs at her lips. maybe, just maybe, she wasnât imagining it.
â
âim literally going to kill myself.â is the first thing yunjin hears when you get home, followed by you dropping your bag and crashing against her on your couch.
âgirl what happened?â
âkim fucking minji. sheâs insane, she wants me to die, i canât do this, i resign from being a lesbian can i please resign.â
âwell!â yunjin laughs, pulling you in. you lean on her shoulder and cover your face with your hands. âdo you want to tell me what happened?â
through your hands, your voice is muffled as you explain, âbasically hanni invited me to grab lunch with her and dani and minji. she looked so cute and like, we kept bumping shoulders and she kept smiling when she did it and then i ordered andââ
âyouâre ramblingââ
âand then i waited for my order while she ordered and heeseung started flirting with me,â
âew, heeseung?â
âthe bane of my existenceâ yes. i told him i was a lesbian at least three times! oh my god, anyway that doesnât even matter, i donât even care becauseâyunjin. huh yunjin.â
yunjin blinks at you as you stand up, pacing back and forth on the carpet now. she canât help but laugh at you when you stop in front of her and groan, âjennifer huh.â
âwow, this must be serious.â
âminji fucking grabbed me by the waist like some wattpad story and then kinda shooed heeseung away and yunjin her hands are so nice and they were on my waist and i want her so bad. yeah. iâm gonna just die.â
yunjin pulls you by the wrist so youâre back next to her. she looks at you with a raised brow, waiting for you to recover from your high (if that counts as a high, but maybe youâre just insane).Â
âshe wants you.â
âsheâs playing with me.â
âyouâre insane. you know hanni asked if me if you like minji earlier, right? talking about how minji looked so devastated after you left.â
âwhat?â
âoh my god. you know what, iâm done with you. youâre such an idiot that itâs pissing me off.â
you whine, pulling yunjin by her forearm and pulling her back, which earns a scoff. yunjin looks at your little pout and puppy eyes, but doesnât give in. instead, she pushes you off, leaving you to deal with the events of the day on your own.
before she disappears into her room, she sighs, âyouâre gay and useless.â
you sink into the couch a little more. âthanks.âÂ
â
the weekend comes by all too fast. even with your time consuming assignments, it feels like youâve blinked and now you have to deal with the whole festival.
youâre in a snug white cropped baby tee that shows a decent amount of your abdomen, your hair is styled just a bit, and the makeup on your face is a little more glittery and highlighted than usual. on your back thereâs angel wings that complete the look.Â
(âsheâs going to want you so bad, trust me.â yunjin assures as she does your eye makeup.
itâs nothing much, just some darker warm tones with a faint hint of purple and highlighter to make you really look like an angel.
âandâŠâ yunjin adds a bit of highlighter to your cheekbones. she pulls away and gazes at her work, bringing her pointer to her lips and biting on it jokingly. âheyyy gorgeous.â
âshut up.â
âminjiâs going to want you so bad.â
âshut. up.â)
yunjin drives the two of you to the festival, she also looks really good. while youâre an angel, sheâs a devil, showing off her toned body from soccer so she can pick up some girls that night.
(âyouâre such a hoe.â you groan, doing her makeup to make her eyes smoky and lips plump.Â
she rolls her eyes while putting on her little horns in her hair, checking herself out in the mirror.Â
âhow do i look?â
âlike a hoe.â you assure firmly, earning a shove. then, you slide a finger down her collarbone teasingly, winking at her. âa really hot one.â
your roommate chuckles. âsave that for minji, y/n.â
âi hate you.â)
the halloween festival is lively, lights flickering under dark skies, and you slip through the crowd in your angel costume with yunjin. youâre not even sure if anyoneâs noticed your costume details, but the reactions make it clear you look⊠well, good. or maybe thatâs just yunjin whoâs doing the attracting, but a man winks directly at you and you have to force back a look of disgust.
as you make your way to the face-painting stall, you catch sight of minji leaning against a booth, dressed as patrick bateman. sheâs really hot, thatâs for sure, and itâs nothing new. the loose, slightly unbuttoned dress shirt shows her collarbone, and you canât help but think about how your lips would feel on them. the loosened tie around her neck makes her look really good; you feel like sheâs pulling you in without trying. despite the purposeful tousled look, she looks effortlessly put-together, but the smudge of fake blood on her cheek adds a wild edge (and makes her look even hotter).Â
her eyes land on you, and her expression shifts just slightly before she pushes off the booth, walking over with a slight smirk.
âwow,â she says, looking you up and down in a way that feels way too intense. âyouâre really⊠pulling off that angel look. you look really good, y/n.â
you giggle, trying to play it cool. âyou look pretty good yourself,â you reply, letting your gaze drift over her from the blood on her cheek to the undone buttons of her shirt. âi didnât know patrick bateman could look this⊠hot.â
a faint flush creeps onto her cheeks, and she lets out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. âyeah, well, didnât know âangelicâ could look so irresistible,â she teases, but her voice softens as her eyes linger on you.
for a beat, the two of you just stand there, the energy between you charged. youâre painfully aware of the way sheâs looking at youâlike sheâs holding back from saying or doing something, thouhâand you canât stop yourself from mirroring that, a hint of want in your gaze. she clears her throat, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
âwell, i better get to moderatingâ i donât want people accidentally slicing themselves instead of a pumpkin.â she murmurs, finally breaking eye contact but not before giving you one last once-over, her eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary. she brings her hand to your hair, using a finger to push away some of the strands framing your face. you gulp a bit, then again after she brushes her knuckles against your cheek. âi like this. the makeup.â
i like you. you fight back the confession.
âthanks.â you swallow, nodding. âwell, i should,â you start, playing with her tie out of a burst of confidence. you tug on it just a little, catching her by surprise. her breath hitches just barely. â--get going. iâll see you.â you say, dropping the piece of fabric in your hand.Â
as you head toward your booth, the thrill from your brief encounter with minji lingers, leaving you more than a little distracted and hoping she feels it too.
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youâve painted more faces than you can count on one hand in only an hour, much to your surprise. if you were to do this full time youâd for sure develop arthritis the second week on the job.Â
after your tenth person â some kid who just wanted two flowers on her cheeks â danielle taps your shoulder. you turn around, humming in response.
âyou look beat,â she says.
your shoulders are drooping, your posture is much worse than when you started, and youâre moving your wrist in a every angle to stretch it out and relieve the soreness.Â
âyou think?â
âhanni says sheâll be over in a bit.â danielle assures, patting you on the back and massaging your back lightly. âthe stall will close soon so we can all hangout after.â
âthank god. are the other activities closed?â
ânot until before midnight â i think.â you sigh in relief, but danielle adds, âcould you grab some stuff from the supply closet though? maybe some more white, blue, and red paint? maybe grab yellow and green too.â
she gives you those eyes again, earning a chuckle. âyeah, yeah. okay.â
âgreat! just go down and turn right, thereâs a brown shed â itâs not creepy, i swear. itâs kind of modern actually.â
âsomething tells me youâre lying.â
âme? lying?âÂ
you roll your eyes and stand up, then you trudge on over down the gravel. you roll your shoulders back and massage your neck a bit, then fix your costume a bit. itâs funny; youâre at a whole festival and this is the only time youâre exposed to the groups of people, bright lights, and excitement all around â at least for longer than a minute.
turning the corner you reach a shed, one that matches danielleâs description.Â
danielle isnât a liar, she never lies â well, she never lies about anything serious. itâs quite modern inside, seemingly new due to the fresh paint smell. itâs lined with wooden shelves, each holding different items. the corners are filled with various decorations, ranging from not only halloween decor but also christmas and even valentines day themed trinkets. you laugh at the little cupid poster in the back, but recollect yourself and focus on the âtaskâ at hand.
you have to rummage through the costumes in the corner to find a small box with face paint in it. the light in the shed isnât on (there isnât a switch, only some rustic-type light hanging from above in the middle of the building), so you use your flashlight to help you see clearer.Â
it takes a bit more time to find the yellow bottle of paint, which is in your hand until you drop it from the sound of the door opening so suddenly.
you jump, gasping ever so lightly before turning around to see a very striking patrick bateman.
minji stands in the doorway, still looking as good as before, looking at you with a perplexed expression.
âwhat are you doing here?â she asks, looking around the area.
âminji,â you close your eyes, âyou scared the shit out of me!â
âiâm sorryâŠâ she says, jutting out her bottom lip and suddenly every ounce of fear is drained from your body. âi didnât know you were in here.â
âdanielle sent me to get more paint.â
âthat's funny,â minji steps towards you, looking at the two paint bottles on the floor. âhanni sent me to grab trash bags.â
you donât respond for a second because minji steps under the antique light above her. it illuminates her face in the best way possible, highlighting the smeared on fake blood and her features. you feel your throat tightening as you stare.
minjiâs gaze softens, she steps closer.
âdo you know where i could find trashââ
âyes, um, yeah, probably in the corner.â you choke out.
she chuckles, you swallow lightly.Â
you take the stretch of silence to pick up the two bottles that had dropped out your hand and turn the flash on your phone off. you fix your tank top because minji is still within radius, but sheâs busy looking for the trash bags, still.
âiâll see you later?â you say softly. minjiâs head whips around, and thereâs a slight frown on her face. before she can respond, you hear a click coming from the door, then stare at the handle with furrowed brows. you reach over to twist the knob, but it barely budges. âwhat the hell?â
âwhat?â
âi think itâs locked. did you lock it?â
she shakes her head, her brow furrowing as she steps over, nudging you aside to try the handle herself. she pulls, twisting the knob a little harder than you did, but the door still doesnât move an inch.Â
âitâs locked.â she mutters, glancing at you with a hint of worry. âi think weâre stuck.â
you both stare at each other for a beat, the realization sinking in, and suddenly the small shed feels much smaller. you look away first, sighing before turning on your phone.
âiâll call danielle.â you say, voice steady, though thereâs a slight tremor as you dial.
âiâll try hanni.â
you both dial. danielle doesnât answer and you huff. you wait for minji, her phone against her ear, and the defeated groan is enough to tell you whether hanni answered or not.
âi guess theyâre busy.â minji says, slipping her phone back into her pocket.Â
for a moment, silence stretches between you both again, an awkward tension settling in. minji shifts, making a weird noise as she brushes dust off her shirt. you canât help but find it cute. then she adjusts her loose collar, making you clear your throat and glancing around for any other possible way out; thereâs none.
the only thing you catch is a window, a window thatâs far too small and high for anything to happen.
âweâre stuck.â you mutter, looking back at minji.
âdo you think dani and hanni will realize weâre missing?â
âthey might be busyâŠâ you pinch the bridge of your nose, resting your head against the door. âi have no idea how weâll get out.â
youâre stuck with minji. kim minji. the hottest and cutest girl youâve ever laid eyes on. the girl you think of way too much for it to be platonic. the girl whoâs in a costume that genuinely has you considering ruining a friendship. the girl whoâs leaning back against the shelf behind her right now, crossing her arms, and whoâs eyes are flickering over you as she smiles.
âyour costume is really something.â her voice is casual, like youâre not stuck in a shed. thereâs also a warmth in her tone that isnât hidden in the slightest. âi like it a lot. you look heavenly.â
if minjiâs trying to ease the tension, sheâs doing it very well. her stupid dad joke earns a laugh from you, and now youâre leaning against the door with one side of your body as you keep eye contact.
âthank you minji, your looks could really kill.â
she laughs, gums showing and eyes crinkling. you want her so bad.Â
âthat one was worse than mine.â
âno it wasnât!â
she rolls her eyes. âit was.â she steps closer leaning her head against the same door and staring hard at every single feature of your face. she glances at your lips briefly, then back up. âbet youâve turned more than a few heads tonight.â
âmaybe,â you feel your voice growing quieter. âbut i was stuck at the booth.â
âif i were at the booth i think iâd purposely stay just to see you. you look really pretty tonight y/n, i mean it.â
you blush. âmaybe.â thereâs a grin that you canât keep off your face. âiâd say the same for you.â
she chuckles again, looking down at her slightly blood-stained dress shirt. âyeah, i think i took the pumpkin carving part a bit too seriously. got more guts on me than on the pumpkins.â she holds up her hands, still faintly stained with an orange hue, and shakes her head. âiâll probably smell like pumpkins for a week.â
minji watches you turn to the side, covering your mouth to stifle a giggle.Â
turning back, youâre mid-laugh when your eyes catch on a smudge of blood across minjiâs cheek, just barely out of place. your hand moves without thinking, reaching up to brush it away with your thumb. the laughter fades, the shed shrinking around you, and everything slows, the only movement her skin warming under your touch.
minjiâs gaze locks onto yours, intense and unblinking, and thereâs something behind it that makes your heart skip. her eyes are barely liddied now, she swallows, biting down on the inside of her lip, before a slow, uncertain smile begins to take over her face.Â
âyou look so good right now,â she murmurs, her voice low, almost rough. her hand reaches up, covering yours, holding it there against her cheek, like sheâs trying to commit the moment to memory, almost like itâll end anytime â soon, or now.
youâre close enough to feel her breath, the slight catch in it. âgood enough for you?â you ask softly, a smile playing at your lips, your words teasing, but your heart racing.
she chuckles, but itâs quiet, and her gaze doesnât waver. âbetter than good,â she whispers, her hand falling from yours, trailing down to your waist, her fingers grazing the bare skin there, gentle, hesitant, like sheâs testing the feel of you, seeing if youâll pull away, but you donât. minji smirks. âare you⊠seeing anyone?â
the question hangs between you, heavy and thrilling. you shake your head, your pulse pounding beneath her touch. âno one at all.â
she exhales, her voice barely above a whisper. âgood.â her fingers press into your waist just a little more, her gaze flickering down to your lips, and you watch, almost dizzy, as she wets her own, her tongue darting out, just barely, the movement so subtle youâd miss it if you werenât so close.
your hand moves from her cheek, trailing slowly down to the open collar of her shirt, brushing along her collarbone. her breath hitches, and her head tilts slightly, just enough for your fingers to press against her skin, her eyes closing for the briefest moment before she meets your gaze again. you donât realize how close youâve drawn until you feel her breath warm against your lips.
she glances at your lips for what seems the tenth time. you two are clearly vibrating on the same wave length, itâs evident.
then, with the faintest, almost imperceptible smile, minji closes the space between you, her mouth soft, warm, pressing into yours, a little unsure, like sheâs savoring every second of it. her hand at your waist tightens, pulling you closer, her fingertips grazing the curve of your hip as she leans in, her other hand moving to cradle the side of your face, her thumb grazing your cheek. the world around you slips away, and all thatâs left is herâthe warmth of her lips, the feeling of her touch, and the overwhelming sense that every daydream you had is getting outdone by this moment. this real moment.
itâs so real when she pulls away with rosy cheeks. she looks at you nervously, as if she didnât just take the oxygen from your lungs.
âwas that alright?â she asks, sounding unsure. itâs cute, sheâs cute, god sheâs so cute.
âperfect.â you mumble.
your hand moves to where her tie is, itâs loose around her collar, making it easier for you to tug her right back into you. she gasps from surprise and groans into your lips, kissing you hard.
her fingers press into your skin and you shiver, parting your lips ever so slightly to sigh softly. minji smirks against your skin, trailing to your jawline with light pecks as you release your grip on her tie and snake your hand around her neck.
âiâveââ a kiss to the side of your throat, âwanted toââ a kiss lower, âdo this forââ and a soft kiss to the base of your neck, âso long.âÂ
your breath shakes after she finishes the sentence, she kisses your neck once more.
minji parts, moving you over so youâre is against some random, heavy box on the side of the shed and now both arms are around your neck. youâre a few more kisses in, mixed with content sighs and groans and handfuls of hair before you two almost bite each otherâs lips off from the sound of the door opening.Â
you barely have time to pull away, minjiâs lips are still a breath from yours, her hand lingering at your waist. you both turn to see danielle, hanni, and yunjin standing in the doorway, eyes wide. you and minji spring apart, the movement so fast that it would be funny if you were witnessing the situation.
danielleâs shock morphs into a grin as she exchanges a look with hanni, and yunjin just has a hand over her mouth.
hanniâs mouth drops open before breaking into a smirk, her eyes flickering with pure satisfaction.Â
âoh my god.â hanni breathes, relief in her voice. âit actually worked.â
before you or minji can respond, utterly confused considering they all look relieved rather than disgusted, yunjin takes one look at you and minji and bursts out laughing,
âi knew it! i knew you two would finally do something if we left you alone long enough.â
minji blinks, looking as if sheâs still processing. you glance between them, your cheeks warm. âwhat?â you say exasperatedly, âwhat do you mean âfinallyâ? whatâ what is all this?â
The three of them exchange looks before danielle nudges yunjin forward, her grin growing. âso uh, we mightâve had a little something to do with the door locking. maybe on purpose. maybe. perchance.â
âdefinitely on purpose.â hanni adds, crossing her arms. âwe were all tired of watching you guys dance around your feelings. you two needed a push.â
minji stares at them with a mix of embarrassment and dawning realizaiton. then she glances at you, her face flushing before turning back to the trio.
âyou all planned this?â
hanni nods, looking like sheâs enjoying this way too much. âyou guys are hopeless. you know? everyone could see that you two wanted each other except you two. who the hell nudges their friends like that? you both are like middle schoolers with their first crush.â
you exchange yet another glance with minji, whoâs biting her lip. thereâs a surprise mirroring on her face, and honestly itâs really cute. adorably cute.Â
despite all the embarrassment, you canât help but laugh, a little breathless.
âso⊠this was all a setup?â minji says, looking at them with a half-laugh, half-disbelieving shake of her head.
danielle shrugs, stepping aside to give you both room to leave the shed. âwell, it worked, didnât it?â
yunjinâs grin is teasing as she waves you both out, her eyes bright with excitement. âyeah, finally,â she echoes, a satisfied smirk on her face. you glance at minji, whoâs still looking at you, and a shy, almost playful smile tugs at her lips.
and as you both step out of the shed, shoulder to shoulder, the knowing smiles of your friends after they glance behind, thereâs a giddiness accompanying the space between you and minji.
they all explain something about your booths being over because you two were too busy making out â you barely listen â and minji nudges your shoulder again when theyâre far enough to not hear her.
you turn, tilting your head a bit before she leans down a bit to mumble, âyou know, i heard that if you donât kiss me again, for at least an hour, bloody mary might show up in your room tonight.â
a laugh escapes your lips and you push minji, whoâs grinning at you like an idiot. you roll your eyes and reach out to hold her hand, she squeezes yours excitedly.Â
âthatâs a new one. are you sure itâs true?â
minji quickly cups your cheek and steals a kiss, parting away to make sure your friends donât turn around and tease you two relentlessly.
âthat one just got rid of all the bad energy from before.â
âwhat bad energy?â
âthe one thatâs building up every second you donât kiss me. it also builds up if you donât go out with me for lunch tomorrow. or ever.â
you roll your eyes once more, then glance at your friends before kissing minjiâs cheek.
âi canât risk any of that, can i?â
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Prompt 266
Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train.Â
See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockworkâs charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times heâs used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person.Â
And they⊠utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right!Â
And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically.Â
The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And⊠Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten.Â
How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now itâs just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss.Â
Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. Heâs matured, heâs been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows thereâs consequences for messing with time, even with Clockworkâs blessings.Â
The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine.Â
They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And⊠okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk!Â
And even if technically theyâre married or shared a bed, itâs not like they're exclusive! As Rasâ daughtersâ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They donât exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves.Â
Now Danny knows Ras isnât exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of âgoodâ as heâs a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life?Â
Which brings him to now, where heâs run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son?Â
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Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realmsâ sake, heal, whatâs his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and heâll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good.Â
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Deadly Decisions#Danny is Not Ghost King & he doesnât want to be#Danny isnât from the same timeline as DC but he hops around so many that heâs formed a few favorites#You Know the bats are going to go crazy searching for some sort of proof of Dannyâs existence when they finally communicate w/ each other#Why yes Danny is an adult lol (he is also tall but has body more like his mom)#Yes Sam showed him how to do makeup & it was a bonding thing while they bitched#Is Danny Dusanâs mom? Wonderful question that the league is pondering themself#Danny introduced Sam & Tucker to Ras once & it was horrific how well they got along#Danny almost forgot that Tucker was once a royal dictator who had constant assassination attempts#Sam & Ras bond over violent love of nature & willingness to kill to keep it safe from assholes#Damian about Danny: Obviously this is Grandmother#Jason after being thrown in the Pit: Who are you Where am I What the fuck#Damian: :O Akhi you can speak now :D Come see my puppy Grandmother gave me for protection#Ras & Danny: Threatening each other#Everyone else: Do they want to kill each other or are they flirting or bothâŠ#Space Core Danny#Star Core Jason
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If you want to could you please do a fic with Jason's Girlfriend (rather Arkham Night or when he is still early Red Hood) gets hit with Scarecrow's fear toxin and Jason is trying to help her through it or give her an antidote. But she is terrified of him and think he is attacking or trying to kill her. Maybe it's because while she does love him and he loves her she started working with him because she is helping Batman get Jason to hopefully see his family again and Jason does know so she is scared of his reaction. Sorry if that's confusing or a lot.
Thank you for reading whether you do the request or not
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Hi đ! I know this took a while to get out but I hope you see it. I think we might be psychically linked because this came into my ask box while I was editing my other fear toxin fic. Enjoy! ~1k words
The Arkham Knight is going to destroy whoever caused you to get like this. He stands, ridged and protective, between you and the milita medics who are shifting uneasily behind him. You're curled into the corner of the room, knees to your chest and arms wrapped around yourself. He never breaks his gaze as you rock yourself, silent tears spilling down your cheeks.
Seventy-two minutes. That's how long you've been like this. Trapped in the nightmares of your mind's own creation, hallucinations caused by a dosage of Scarecrow's fear toxin.Â
He doesn't know how you got like this, what happened, he didn't bother to ask when he was finally informed. The Arkham Knight just stormed his way to you.Â
The medics managed to tell him that you've screamed your voice raw but still fought anyone who got close enough to try and stick you with the antidote. 'That's his partner,' he thinks. Always the fighter.
He scowls behind his helmet when he notices the self-inflicted scratch marks over your arms, a common reaction to the toxin. "Everybody out." He snaps, snatching a needle filled with the antidote from one the medics. They file out quickly, sensing his mood. They should be running. Everyone knows what you are to him. He's made it more than clear and the fact that you're suffering? The fact it took over an hour for him to be told? He'll make sure someone pays for that later.
But that is later, and this is now. You're what's most important. He tugs off his helmet once the last medic leaves the room and takes a step towards you.
You let out a raw, strangled cry with what's left of your voice. He doesn't know what you're seeing, what you think he is, but it makes his heart clench to see you so scared. He knows he can be frightening now, so different from what he used to be. But he'd never hurt you, never, not on purpose.Â
The Arkham Knight crouches down to your level, and says your name softly, carefully, trying not to startle you. "I'm here to help, I promise, baby. I need you to trust me. I'm going to make it better." He soothes, creeping closer to you inch by inch. He makes sure to stay low, to make himself look smaller.
It doesn't seem to help, fresh tears fall faster from your eyes and you whimper. He repeats your name over and over, trying to draw you away from whatever fear is tormenting you. "Just hold on a little longer. It's going to be okay. I'm going to make it okay."
He shifts closer to you, reaches out one hand to try and touch you, and you bolt, scrambling to get as far away from him as possible.Â
He catches you around the waist, needle clattering to the floor as he wrestles you to the ground. It's harder than it should be, he's trying to be gentle, trying not to harm you, but you're kicking and crying and clawing like you'll die if you don't fight. The Arkham Knight wonders what you see, what twisted image is taking over your mind as you fight him.
You see him. The Arkham Knightâ Jason. You know there's something wrong with you, something bad, but between the pounding of your heart and the way the shadows seem to writhe, you can't remember what it is.Â
You tried to get away from himâ it. He's angry at you, you know he is. You can hear it in the robitical breathing, the way fire dances in place of the glowing whites of his eyes.Â
You're scared. You don't know how he knows. You don't know how he found out or what he thinks, but he's going to hurt you. That's what the choir of hissing voices whispers into your ear.Â
He knows you've helped Batmanâ Bruce. You didn't want to betray him. You weren't trying to hinder his revenge plan in any way. Bruce didn't even know it was you who told him. You justâ all you did was tell him to have extra fear toxin antidotes ready. You just couldn't stand the thought of someone losing the people they loved, not when you knew exactly how it felt.
The Arkham Knight freezes when you start to beg. He's never heard you so scared, so shaken. You sound like he did. Back in that cell.
You thought a part of him might understand that. Your adrenaline spikes when he reaches for something just out of your field of vision. He's going to hurt you. He's going to make you pay for your disloyalty. You let out a sob and start to beg, broken pleas of his name leave your lips, it's the only sound you can make anymore.
"Please, Jason," You rasp out, "m'sorry. So sorry." He shushes you as you start to paw at his chest plate in a last ditch attempt to get away. Always so strong, you are.Â
Jason takes your wrists in one hand and sticks the needle into your skin with the other, releasing the antidote into your bloodstream.Â
"There you go, there you go, doll. Good job." He mumbles into your hair, pulling you up so you can settle in his lap, his arms securely around your body. Your breathing is shaky, uneven, and your hands move to curl into the straps of his armor. You're not trying to get away from him anymore, proof the antidote is taking hold.Â
He keeps cooing mindless reassurances as you cry quietly into his shoulder, his hand running soothing lines up and down your back. He presses his lips to the top of your head and holds you a little tighter to him.
When you're more yourself, Jason will tell you you have nothing to be sorry for. He knows. Of course, he knows what you told Bruce. He knows everything about you. If spilling a few secrets to his plan eases your guilty conscience and keeps you by his side, so be it.
Scarecrow's just a means to an end anyway. All that matters is that you stay. That you keep following him down his path in hell, and if you turn to look back a few times, well, he'll just hold your hand all the more tighter and keep dragging you along with him.
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