#maybe that'd be a better approach......

[uwuinhell]

What if I made an au but it's just my very first impressions

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Drunk Text/Raphael Pt. 2

Summary: The aftermath of drunk texting a racy pic to Raph is better than anticipated😘

Warnings: SEX

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"Oh my Gooooooooood," You groaned, face down in your pillow.

April was rubbing your back, squinting from her headache. "Y/N, he got a sexy picture from a hot girl. I don't think he's upset."

"I'M upset! A drunk text is bad. A drunk nude?? That's so embarrassing!"

"Tell him I sent it," April suggested.

"I don't think that'd help," You whined. "It doesn't excuse the red, or the fact he got it and none of his brothers."

You kept staring at the picture. You looked amazing, you would have to enlist April in all of your nude photoshoots from now on. It didn't help, though. He could Google porn at any time, why would he be impressed with you?

April sighed. "I'm sorry you're feeling so embarrassed, but I promise you he has probably already jacked off to this like five times."

You let out another long groan.

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You avoided the turtles for the next few days, leaving April to go on her own. You just couldn't handle looking Raph or any of his brothers he undoubtedly told in the eye at the moment. Raph never replied to your picture. You left your red set on the floor of your bedroom, too embarrassed to look at them.

A few days later after declining to join April on another visit to the lair you were home in bed watching TV on your laptop. You were in your pajamas, if you could call them that. An oversized shirt, a pair of boy short underwear, and your slippers. You were fresh from the shower, hair damp and smelling like whatever new bath products you just opened. You had your earbuds in, engrossed in what had to be your sixth episode of the day.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement by your window and froze. You stared out on your balcony, closing your laptop slowly. You almost jumped out of your skin when a large shadow suddenly appeared in front of your window before realizing it was Raphael.

He opened the sliding door and came in, shutting it tightly and closing the curtains behind him.

"Fuck, Raph." You tugged your earbuds out of your ears. "You scared the shit out of me."

Raph didn't answer. Instead, he approached you slowly, stopping at the foot of your bed and tossing something down.

You peered down at what he'd thrown, your heart sinking. Staring up at you was your own racy photo. You swallowed thickly.

"You gonna explain that?"

You took a shaky breath. "Look, Raph, I... I'm..."

You stared up at him pathetically, searching for words but coming up empty.

"And the you don't come around?" He growled.

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do when I woke up I saw the picture and I panicked, I -"

"Who took it?"

"What?"

"Who took the photo? And who was it meant for?"

You looked up at him, confused. "April, and... I mean, it was meant for..."

You froze. Why did he care who it was meant for? You felt a glimmer of hope spark in your chest. Was he jealous?

You made a decision. You couldn't possibly embarrass yourself anymore than you had, why not shoot your shot at this point? You relaxed your body, scooting backwards to lean on the wall. You pulled your legs up, resting your elbows on your knees.

There it was!

Raph's eyes flitted down to your thighs as you had moved, maybe trying to catch a glimpse of what was between them.

He cleared his throat. "Well?"

"I sent it to you, didn't I?" You could heart your heartbeat in your ears. "I sent a text after it to you, didn't I? I wore red, didn't I?"

Raph was silent for a moment before speaking, his voice slightly softer. "Doesn't matter, you were drunk."

"I wasn't drunk when I put those on."

The silence felt thick, like moving or speaking might send ripples through the room.

"You wearing em now?"

Okay, it was now or never. Go big or go home.

You leaned forward, slowly pulling your sleep shirt up and over your head. You were naked from the waist up, now. Goosebumps spread across your exposed chest and your nipples hardened. Raph was completely still, except for a stirring in his shorts.

"I'm not wearing them. I wasn't expecting you to come by or maybe I would have."

"Not got the thong on under your shorts?"

You grinned. You leaned back, sliding slightly down the bed and lifting your hips. You slowly slid the shorts down. Kicking them off onto the floor. "Nope."

It was silent again. Raph was staring a hole through every inch of you he could see. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the growing shape in his shorts, or just Raphael himself, but you could feel yourself getting wet as he stared you down. You heard him inhale slowly, and you shivered when you heard a deep, guttural churring sound.

You couldn't wait anymore. Raph wasn't going to make the first move. You slowly stood up, walking across your bed. You stopped just infront of him, almost touching. You stayed on the bed so you could be eye to eye with him. He was almost scarily still. Such a massive, strong being in front of you. He could break you so easily, he was so still it felt like a predator waiting to pounce. It was weirdly hot. You reach out, touching the side of his face so lightly you weren't sure if he even felt it.

"I really like you," You mumbled.

"You sure?"

"I am. I wouldn't have sent that if I wasn't. I've been trying to get your attention for a really long time."

Raphael paused before speaking again. "Am I too late?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

Raph looked you up and down, slowly. "You texted me to come get you. Am I too late?"

"No."

There was another moment of stillness. You mightve thought he would've lunged for you and taken you right there (no complaints) but he surprised you. He leaned in, not to kiss you, but to nuzzle into your neck. His massive hands came up to grip your waist tightly, and he inhaled your scent. He slowly pulled away, long enough to look at your flushed face, and then he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his grip on your hips tightened. You imagined kissing him a thousand times, wondering if it would be different from kissing a human, but it wasn't. It was warm and hot and you don't know how long you did it for but it wouldn't ever be enough.

When you finally pulled apart and you opened your eyes your heart skipped a beat. Raph looked downright animalistic. His eyes were narrowed in on you, pupils dilated so far that his bright irises looked like little glowing halos. He took you by surprise again, this time with his speed. Before you knew what happened he had picked you up and pressed you against the wall beside your bed. You tried to wrap your arms around his waist but he stopped you, growling lowly. He readjusted you, moving the bend of your knees to the crook of his elbows. The strength it took do hold you low enough that the tip of his cock was touching your entrance sent shivers down your spine.

"You ready?"

You couldn't speak if you tried, so you just nodded.

Raph started pushing in slowly, dropping you down onto him. You weren't sure when you'd ever reach the base because he was so big it felt like you just kept going. He was thick and long and you could feel it twitch deep inside, somewhere you were certain you'd never felt anything go before. When you finally did reach the base you realized you were holding your breath, and you let out a whine. Raph let out another deep churr, vibrating from his chest to yours. He began moving very slowly, his whole body tense as he struggled to maintain control. You let out a choked cry as he began rutting up into you, his arms keeping you pressed against the wall. You let your head thunk back against the wall, eyes closing for a moment as a warm pressure spread in your lowered belly.

You opened your eyes, gasping as Raph hit into you a bit harder than before, his eyes fixed on yours. He was grunting, barely holding back growls and groans and clearly trying to restrain himself. He clenched his jaw and began thrusting harder, his breath labored as he watched you start to lose it. He was stretching you out so far, thrusting so hard, and hitting so deep you couldn't physically hold off the orgasm that was coming quickly. Your nails dug into his arms and you let out a few strangled cries as you tried to hold on, not ready to cum yet but unable to stop. When it hit it hit so hard and fast you couldn't help the noise that left you. Your legs shook and you're pussy clenched, and the feeling must have sent Raphael over the edge as well. With a deep, rumbling growl he gave one last piercing thrust. You cried out as you felt him explode inside of you, and then felt his cum dripping out of you undoubtedly onto his legs and the floor. He kept you up for a moment, just leaning his head into the crook of your neck and catching his breath.

To your surprise, he didn't actually put you down. He maneuvered you into his arms more comfortably and brought you into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and gently set you on your feet inside of it. He gave you a soft smile and then stepped back to let you clean off.

You went to invite him in before laughing at yourself when you realized he'd never fit. On wobbly legs you showered off, staring in shock at the amount of cum leaking out of you, while Raph used a wash cloth to get himself as clean as he could.

When you stepped out of the shower, toweling off feeling sore and happy, you found Raph sitting on your bed holding a bottle of tequila. You also spotted your red lacy set beside him - he must've found them on the floor. He grinned at you, took a swig, and held the bottle towards you. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking the bottle and plopping down next to him.

"Whats this about?" You ask, taking a swig of liquor and wincing.

"Tryna get more pics."

[otherone12]

HII ITS ME AGAIN !!!! OKAY SOOOO I had this idea right... how about a super fem super cute super "girl next door" reader x basement gee ?? :3 like the whole cheerleader x loser trope !!! I think that'd be like super cute !

Wait, Are You In A Band?!

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

HEYYY!! WELCOME BACK!!! Sorry for took too long 😭 Hope u well <3!! Okayokay, I went too literal with the "cheerleader x loser" part, because I thought it was awesome make some "high school" plot, anyways, the fic turned really longer, with fluff and angst... hope u like it! <3 (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )

PS: it's 2am in my time zone, so when I'm rested I'll revise the fic better.

Summary: After a late cheer practice, you was walking home, but you herd simomething comming from your neighbor's basement. Was he... singing? Maybe he wasn't just the weirdo kid at your school.

- Word Count: 6.400

- Warnings: None :)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV (reader)

Here I am, making my way to my home after hours practicing the next cheer performance. Exhausted and with my ponytail, I was almost at home, but something caught my attention, a loud song coming from one of the houses in my neighborhood. The sound wasn’t clear, but I followed it, letting go of how tired I was, walking to the house I thought the sound was coming. Surprisingly, I knew whose house was.

I knew that Gerard was my classmate since ever, he wasn’t much of a talking guy, nor did his style match with the rest of the people around here. I'm not gonna lie here, I always had a bit of curiosity about him. Not too long ago, I found out he lives three houses away from mine. Part of me wanted to ‘casually’ knock there to say ‘hi’.

At first I didn't recognize the voice, but when I approached his house I was sure that it was definitely his voice. Enchanted by the sound, I stepped the closest I could, paying attention to the song. Wasn’t just Gerard singing what seems to be an authorial song, but there's a bass, at least two guitars and drums.

Wasn’t perfect but it sounded incredible in my ears. Hypnotized by the song, I stayed there to the end of it… damn it was really good. Before I could even think, I started to hear some voices that I didn't recognize, except for Gerard’s.

- Yeah, let’s run through it one more time, - He said

- Sure! Maybe we can try the second solo we talked about. - Another voice replied

- Okay Okay, I'm gonna drink something before…

Realizing they’d catch me if I stayed any longer, I hurried back home, my mind still replaying every sound I’d just heard. I was so exhausted that I practically collapsed onto my bed, but even as I drifted off, his voice echoed in my mind.

The next morning, I couldn’t stop humming a part of the song I’d heard. It was catchy, and I kept thinking about how much I wanted to tell Gerard how incredible they sounded.

When lunchtime rolled around, I did what I normally did: sat with the other girls on the cheerleading team, surrounded by the usual crowd of football players. But today felt different. I kept glancing over to where Gerard always sat alone in the corner. His brother went to a different school, and he didn’t really have a group here. I wanted to change that, at least for a moment.

- Hey, where are you going? - one of my friends asked, confused as I got up.

- Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,- I replied, giving her a quick smile before making my way toward Gerard.

He was sitting on the floor, with his lunch next to him, while he flipped through a comic book, completely distracted. I stopped in front of him, and as soon as he noticed me, his gaze went up to my face.

- Hi! Can i sit? - I asked, hoping I didn’t startle him too much.

He took a few seconds to answer, his cheeks turned light red, and he avoided eye contact.

- Uh… s-sure - His tone was shy, but i could feel that he was a bit happy - but your uniform-

- I don't mind. - Smiling, I sat next to him, then explained. - I'll change into normal clothes after lunch anyway.

- If you say so… - a shy smile appeared on his face.

- So… Hey, I heard you singing last night.. - When these words left my mouth, what was a light blush turned into a bright red tone on his face. And his eyes wide -. I didn’t know you were in a band.

- Y-you heard?! - he exclaimed, shock evident in his expression, his eyes met mine.

- Yeah I was walking home and… well we’re neighbors… so… - I tried to explain, with a soft smile, trying not not to scare him off or something.

- Can you please not make fun of this? - He sighed, anguished - Like, yeah, sure, call me weirdo, ask for me to do your homework or else but… can you not mention this?

- Why should I make fun of it?! - Not gonna lie, i feel a bit sad for him thinking of me like this, but i almost yelled - You guys are fucking awesome!

- R-really? Do you think so? - He calmed down, but a bit suspicious - I didn’t know you were into this kind of music…

- I totally am! Do you guys perform anywhere? - I leaned closer, excitement bubbling up. - I would love to see a full show!

- Not yet… - Nervous, he stopped to think - But if you want, you can come over to my house to, y’know, watch us practice… we're going to rehearse tomorrow... if you want to stop by after your practice...

- I would love to! - My smile widened, feeling a rush of anticipation.

After our conversation, I felt a rush of excitement as I got up to head back to my friends. I cast one last glance at Gerard, who was now fiddling nervously with his comic book, his cheeks still slightly pink, but there was a smile in the corner of his lips.

As I approached the table where the cheer squad sat, they looked up, curiosity evident in their expressions.

- Hey, where were you? - my friend asked, raising an eyebrow. - Why were you talking to him?

There was a playful tone in her voice, as if she was implying that I was flirting with him.

- Yeah, what’s his name again? Gerald? - another friend chimed in, a hint of amusement in her tone. - He’s a bit weird, don’t you think?

I hesitated for a moment, considering how to respond. I didn’t want to let on that I had been intrigued by Gerard’s singing. My friends wouldn’t understand, not now, they’d just tease me about it.

- Oh, we were just discussing a class project,- I said, trying to sound casual. - You know how the teachers are always assigning those weird group projects? He has some great ideas.

They exchanged skeptical looks, and I could see they weren’t completely convinced.

- A class project? Really? - She smirked. - You’re not trying to tell me you’ve developed a sudden interest in the ‘weird kid’?

- Come on, he’s just a classmate, - I said, shrugging it off, a smile plastered on my face. - It’s not a big deal.

But inside, I felt a spark of excitement that I couldn’t quite hide. I had made a connection, and even if my friends didn’t get it, I knew I wanted to see Gerard again, especially to hear him sing.

- Yeah, sure. - She said mockingly, getting up - Let’s change our clothes and go back to class.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Gerard’s shy smile and the way his eyes had lit up when I told him he was amazing. That spark of excitement kept me awake longer than I’d like to admit, and by morning, I already had a plan.

The next day , I casually told the girls that I needed to leave school a bit early. But as soon as the words left my mouth, I noticed their expressions shift, mischievous smirks spreading across their faces.

- Oh, leaving early, huh? - She raised an eyebrow, leaning in. - I bet you have a date with your ‘class partner’... I mean, classmates.

- Really funny. - I rolled my eyes - It’s just… homework.

- Sure, I totally believe in it… - She mocked and I blushed - You know, if you’re into him, you can tell us! We won’t judge... much.

I laughed awkwardly, hoping no one noticed.

- C’mon I'm serious, and I gotta go. - I started to pack my things - don’t want to be late.

- Alright, fine. Go hang out with your little ‘project partner.’- Another of my friends said, laughing - Just don’t come back quoting comic books or whatever he’s into.

- See you guys tomorrow. - With a chuckle, I leave the court.

I made my way to Gerard’s house, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Part of me was still amazed that I was doing this, showing up at the "weird kid’s" house after practically lying to my friends about it. But I couldn’t help it; I was curious, and I wanted to see him in his basement. I knocked on the door and waited, glancing around at the worn porch steps.

The door creaked open, and Gerard stood there, his eyes widening in surprise.

- Oh, hey… you actually came!

- Of course I did,- I replied, giving him a warm smile. - I didn’t say I would if I didn’t mean it.

- Uh, C-cool - His gaze on the floor, and he seems to be nervous - Come on in, then.

As I walked into the house, I heard a voice call out from down the hallway.

- Oh, my big brother brought his cheerleader girlfriend home! - Mikey’s head popped out from around the corner, a teasing grin on his face.

- Mikey, shut up! - Gerard’s face turned bright red, and he stammered, clearly embarrassed. - She’s not- w-we’re not-

- I’m just a fan - I said with a grin, hoping it’d take the pressure off him.

- Yeah, sure. Just a fan.- He raised an eyebrow at Gerard. - Well, the others are already in the basement. I’ll grab my bass and be right down.

I followed Gerard through the house, catching a glimpse of various band posters and comic books strewn around. He opened a door leading down into the basement, where I could already hear faint sounds of tuning guitars.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I spotted Ray and Frank, both of whom looked up in surprise when they saw me. Ray nudged Frank, and they exchanged a smirk.

- Well, well, looks like Gerard brought his cheerleader girlfriend to watch us practice,- Frank teased, waggling his eyebrows.

- Guys, come on… - Gerard groaned, his cheeks going red again. - She’s just here to watch. For the music… y’know…

- Yep, totally for the music! - I chuckled, trying to ease him - You guys were awesome the other night!

- Oh, she’s a fan - Frank said, giving me a wink. - So, we’ve got an audience now. Let’s make it worth it!

- Guess we can’t let Gerard’s cheerleader down. - Ray laughed while tuning the guitar.

Gerard shot them both a glare, but I could see he was smiling a little. We all settled in, and as the band began to play, I couldn’t help but feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be, watching Gerard and his friends create something that felt raw, real, and amazing.

As the guys settled into their instruments, I found myself a spot on an old armchair near the back of the basement. Gerard shot me a quick, nervous glance, as if making sure I was still okay with being there. I gave him an encouraging nod, hoping to ease some of his nerves.

As they played, I was really loving the music and the way each of them put their passion into the song. The lyrics were intense and Gerard's voice was mesmerizing. As the music played, my gaze wandered around the basement, looking at the absurd amount of comic books and CDs that filled several shelves (and the floor), as well as the posters on the walls. But soon my gaze turned to Gerard, and remained analyzing every detail of his performance.

all the mannerisms, the wrinkled sweatshirt, the slightly smudged eyeliner along with the dark circles, the pink lips and the long, messy hair. When the music ended, it took me a few seconds to regain my attention, which only came out of this trance when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

Suddenly, his voice broke through my thoughts.

- So… what did you think? - he asked, scratching the back of his neck, his eyes wide and hopeful. There was this nervous little shine in them that made my heart skip.

- It was amazing! - I said, grinning as I stood up, clapping a little too enthusiastically.

- Really? - He blinked, clearly surprised, and a tiny, bashful smirk crept up at the corner of his mouth.

- Yeah! - I stepped closer, feeling the excitement bubble up. - You guys are actually really good!

- Thanks! - Frank said, giving me a grin. - You should come every time we play!

- You think so? - I asked, hesitating a bit, not wanting to seem like I was intruding.

- Totally! - Mikey jumped in. - You’re a fan, right?

- Definitely! - I laughed, though I worried about my busy schedule. - I can’t promise every time, but I’ll come as much as I can.

Gerard’s face brightened, and for a moment, he looked at me with this big, relieved smile.

- I’d love that-I mean, we’d love that. I mean, it’d be cool to, uh, have you as, like, a regular… fan… - His voice trailed off, and I watched his cheeks turn pink as he realized what he’d said.

He fumbled with his words, his hands fidgeting as he tried to recover.

- I mean, just, it’s cool when you’re around, you know? Not just, like, ‘cause you’re… - He glanced down, clearly searching for words that just weren’t coming. - …It’s just… you’re really supportive, and that’s nice.

I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was when he got flustered. It was like he didn’t know how to handle a simple compliment, and the more he tried, the more tangled up he got.

Ray chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

- We get it, dude, - Ray said, smirking. - Breathe.

Gerard let out a shaky sigh, his gaze flicking back to me, the corners of his mouth curling up in a shy smile.

- Anyway, I gotta get going now, - I said, moving toward the door. - But hey, let me know when you’re practicing next?

- Definitely! - Gerard said, looking so relieved, like he’d just passed a test. - I’ll, um… yeah, I’ll let you know.

As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of him still staring at me with that hopeful look. It was endearing, the way he looked both thrilled and completely overwhelmed at the idea of me showing up again.

After watching them practice the night before, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So when lunchtime came around, I found myself making my way over to where Gerard was sitting, alone as usual, tucked away near the back wall. He looked up as I approached, his eyes widening slightly, as if he couldn’t believe I’d actually come over again.

- Y-you… really want to sit here? With me? - He stammered, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

- Of course! - I laughed, plopping down on the floor next to him. - My friends won’t stop talking about the last game… as if I wasn’t there!

- Yeah, I guess they’re pretty into that stuff - Gerard cracked a small smile, relaxing a bit as I settled in.

- Too much, if you ask me… - I chuckled - I’d rather talk about something more interesting… like last night. Seriously, you’re incredible! Your voice? Wow.

His cheeks turned pink, and he avoided eye contact with me, but I noticed the thin smile on his face.

- R-really? I mean, I was just, you know… messing around. It’s nothing special.

-Then I can’t imagine how good you’d be if you were actually trying! - I teased, nudging him lightly. He let out a small laugh, clearly embarrassed but pleased. Glancing down, I noticed the comic book he had open. - What are you reading?

He launched into a surprisingly passionate explanation about the storyline, his eyes lighting up as he talked. Our conversation continued, and with each sentence, I felt like he was slowly opening up, sharing little pieces of himself.

By the time the bell rang, I was surprised at how quickly the minutes had flown by. I stood to head to class, but before I could turn away, he took a deep breath, looking like he was gathering every ounce of courage he had.

- Hey, uh, would you… maybe want to come over? Like… after school? Just us, you know, as friends. We could, uh, watch a movie or something?

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t hold back a grin.

- I’d like that. What movie are you thinking of?

- Whatever you like, - he replied quickly, looking relieved and a little flustered. - My mom has some romance ones lying around… or I’ve got horror if you’re into that?

- I’m not that into horror, but maybe we can watch two movies. You pick one, I’ll pick one…

- Perfect! - His blush deepened, but he nodded eagerly. - My place, after school. Just us.

As I went back to the class, I couldn't stop smiling at the thought of being at his house alone with him… At the start, my feelings about him weren't anything more than friendship, but the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him.

The afternoon was completely normal, but everything was drowned out by the idea that I would see him after school. When the last period finally ended, he was waiting for me at the classroom door, so that we could go to his house together. He was looking down, fiddling with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

- A-are you still up for-

- Absolutely! - I answered, flashing him a smile. We headed out of the school together, walking toward his house side by side. As we walked, I felt my heart thumping with a mix of excitement and nerves.

In his basement, which was still the same, maybe a bit more messy, he picked up the movie he chose, but before putting it on the DVD, he glanced at me with an insecure look.

- A-are you sure that you want to watch this? 'Cause… you know… it’s alright if you don’t…

- Nope, this is fine, - I sat on his bed, crossing my legs. - Thanks for inviting me, Gee.

The name slipped out so naturally that I barely noticed at first. But Gerard did. His face flushed immediately, his gaze snapping to me. For a moment, he was speechless, trying to process what he’d just heard.

- Did you just..? Y-You…called me ‘Gee’? - He stammered. The corner of his mouth lifted into a shy smile, and he quickly turned his head, trying to hide his reaction. But he couldn’t stop himself from peeking back at me with an even wider grin.

- Oh! I…hope you don’t mind - I said softly, noticing how happy he looked.

- N-no, it’s… it’s actually… - He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. - I like it.

He sat down next to me and hit play on the remote control, then the movie started. During the movie we exchanged a few glances, and I could feel the atmosphere in the room getting cozier and cozier. In between movies, we chatted a bit about something, but unfortunately the evening ended more quickly than I would have liked.

As I got up to leave, Gerard hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with the edge of his sweater.

- Uh… I could walk you home, you know… since we’re, uh… neighbors and all, - He mumbled, barely meeting her eyes.

- I’d love that.- I smiled warmly, touched by his offer.

We stepped out into the cool evening, walking side by side down the quiet street. Neither of us spoke much, but the silence felt comfortable, filled with the soft sounds of our footsteps. When we finally reached my driveway, I turned to him, pausing for a moment before speaking.

- Thanks for tonight, Gee,

Before he could respond, I wrapped my arms around him in a quick, warm hug. For a second, he froze, his arms awkwardly hovering in the air. But he quickly hugged her back, his face burning as he tried to process what was happening.

- Y-you’re… welcome, - He managed, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn’t stop smiling, even though it looked like his face might actually be on fire.

- Goodnight, Gee. - I said softly, giving him one last smile before turning toward the door.

- Goodnight… -His voice was quieter now, but I could hear the smile in it as he called back. I waved one last time before stepping inside and closing the door behind me.

Damn, maybe I really liked him.

The next morning, I found myself practically floating through the school halls. The memory of last night. The movie, the hug, Gerard's shy smile… kept replaying in my mind. I wasn’t sure what exactly was happening between us, but something about it felt different… and exciting.

But of course, as soon as I walked into the cafeteria, my friends were waiting for me. They practically pounced on me as I sat down, their eyes wide with curiosity.

- Where were you last night? - One of them asked, a teasing grin on her face. - You disappeared after school and didn’t even say goodbye

- Oh, I was just… watching movies with Gee. - I said, trying to play it cool.

The table went silent for a second before they all broke into laughter. She raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

- “Gee”?? Really? You’re already calling him “Gee”? Are we going to start planning the wedding soon, or what?

- We’re just friends, okay? It’s not a big deal - I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my blush.

- Yeah sure - She teased.

This teasing lasted the entire meal, but all I could think about was how, despite all this, it was worth every second of the night before.

Those little moments with him, like movie night, kept happening. Moments when he would tell me about the lyrics he was writing, the characters he was creating for the comics and the movies he was watching; I could listen to him talk for hours, because the more he talked, the more excited he seemed.

Whenever I could, I'd go down to his basement to listen to his band rehearsals, and every now and then he'd show up at my practices too.

1st Person POV (Gerard)

Well, another rehearsal with the guys was starting and I was kind of waiting for the “audience”, but it wasn't long before I got a message “Heyy, Gee! I won't be able to make it to rehearsal today. They booked a practice at the last minute, sorry :(”. sighed, feeling that odd, deflated disappointment wash over me. It was strange… I’d never really “needed” someone to be here before.

- Hey, Gerard. Is your girlfriend coming? - Mikey’s voice cut through my thoughts, and his tone, so serious, made me squirm.

- No... - I mumbled, switching off my phone. - And she's not my girlfriend.

- Uhum… - Mikey said with a smirk.

I got up to fix the speaker, while the others tuned their instruments.

- So, Gerard, - Frank began, his voice way too casual, and I already knew what was coming - you and your cheerleader girlfriend going to the big football games this weekend?

My hands went up to my face, which I felt burning.

- Or maybe you’ll take her to one of those fancy parties - My brother is always helping, of course. - You know, all those exclusive high school events she probably gets invited to?

I groaned, trying to ignore them, but I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I didn’t know what to say.

- Oh, or maybe you’ll meet her parents soon - Deep inside I thought that Ray wouldn't keep this going. Well, I was wrong. - You know, ask them for permission to hold her hand!

This wasn’t funny. It felt like everything about me and her was getting dragged into some weird joke. The truth is, I wasn’t even sure what I was doing with her, but this wasn’t helping me figure it out.

While they were joking, it felt like they’d hit on something way too real. I wanted to be around her all the time. I wanted to be someone she could actually like. But hearing them mock it just made it feel… impossible.

- I’ve told you guys, We. Are. Not. Dating! - I said, trying to sound firm, but even to my ears, it sounded like I was trying to convince myself.

- Oh, sure, Gerard. We believe you. Totally. - Ray rolled his eyes. - But you want it, don’t you?

I froze. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to make sense of what he had just said. Did I want it? Was that what this was about? I mean, I liked being around her. I liked talking to her, calling her, texting her... But actually thinking about being with her in that way? The way Ray was implying? I couldn’t even picture it without feeling my stomach twist into knots.

- I- I don’t know, man, - I muttered, feeling more lost by the second. - Even if I did... It’s never gonna happen.

I looked down at my hands, trying to keep my voice steady, but it felt like I was talking to a crowd instead of just my bandmates.

- Do you think she would ever want to be seen with me? Like, really? - My voice cracked a little at the end, I felt like I was about to cry. But I couldn’t help it. I was confused. Terrified, even. - Do you think she’d want someone like me?

- Dude, we didn’t mean to-

- Can we change the subject, please? - I mumbled, blinking fast, feeling that awful sting in my eyes. I looked away, hoping they wouldn’t notice the tears building up.

The truth was, deep down, I thought I might like her. Really like her. But it felt like wanting something that was light-years out of reach. I don't belong in the world she's in, it's all so beautiful, all so fancy, all so tidy, all so put-together... and I'm so wrong, broken, weird... Why would she like me like that?

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was scared that this was all a setup, like some cruel joke where she’d suddenly laugh and say, “Just kidding!”, as if she's about to drop a bucket of blood on my head, like in Carry.

But as much as it terrified me, I wanted to keep going, to take it as far as I could… maybe hoping, just a little, that she’d see something in me worth keeping around...

1st Person POV (reader)

After days of building up the courage, I finally managed to catch Gerard in the hallway. He was walking to his locker, absorbed in a comic book as usual, his dark hair falling perfectly over his eyes. My heart was racing, but I couldn’t back out now. Prom was coming up, and I didn’t want to go with anyone else.

- Hey, Gee! - I said, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out a little too high-pitched.

- Hey! What’s up? - He looked up, smiling when he saw me.

- Um, actually… I was wondering… - I think it was the first time I avoided eye contact with him, scratching the back of my neck. - Would you maybe, I don’t know… want to go to prom with me?

I spoke a little faster than usual, and Gerard’s eyes widened like I’d just spoken in another language. He stood there, staring at me, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard.

- Wait-what?!

- Prom - I repeated, now feeling my own cheeks burning. - I know it’s not really your thing, but… I’d really love it if you went with me. We could go together, you know, as friends or… whatever you want it to be.

- You’re serious? - He asked, still staring at me in shock. - You… really want to go with me? Like… with me?

- Yeah, Gerard. - I nodded, giving him a small, nervous smile. - I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to. It wouldn’t be the same without you there.

- But… What about your friends? - He furrowed his eyebrows, with a concerned look on his eyes - Won’t they… won’t people think it’s weird? I mean, you’re… you know… you. And I’m…

I took a step closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder, and giving him a thin grin.

- I don’t care what they think, Gerard. - He was looking in my eyes, I can't describe his expression… - I want to go with you. I’d be proud to be seen with you.

- You’re… serious? - His hazel eyes were glowing hopefully.

- Yes. - I nodded again, more certain than ever. - So, what do you say?

- I just… wow. - He panted and I shivered, afraid of him saying no - I really didn’t think you’d ever want… someone like me, at something like this.

- Well, I do. - my anxiety grew with every second he didn't answer - You mean a lot to me, Gee.

He finally smiled, shy and unsure but definitely a smile.

- Okay… okay, yeah. I’ll go with you.

- You will? - I grinned, feeling a surge of relief and excitement.

- Yeah,- he said, nodding as if he was trying to convince himself it was real. - I’d… I’d love to go with you.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, and the disbelief and wonder in his eyes made my heart swell. As I turned to head to my locker, I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew this prom would be something neither of us would ever forget.

1st Person POV (Gerard)

I couldn’t focus on anything else the whole day. My mind keeps replaying the sentence “Would you maybe, I don’t know… want to go to prom with me?” during all the classes. When it finally ended, I rushed to my house to meet the guys who were waiting for me to start our band practice. As soon as i steped int the room, i took a deep breath, and started:

- She… she asked me to prom, - I mumbled, scratching the back of my head, barely able to meet their eyes. - Like, she actually asked me.

The room went silent. Frank dropped his tuning fork, and Ray's eyebrows practically shot off his face.

- Holy shit! - Ray smiled - She really invited you?!

- Yeah, but… what if it’s a joke? - Suddenly, this thought came back to me, and I just couldn't hold it in. - I mean, what if she’s just playing some kind of cruel prank on me? Getting me to go so she can… I dunno… laugh at me with her friends or something?

- You’re being silly, dude… - MMikey said, shaking his head with a grin, trying to reassure me. - She really cares about you, I venture to say that she even likes you.

I shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at my worn-out sneakers.

- I just… I don’t know, man. I don’t want to look like an idiot showing up to prom, looking like… well, like me. - I gestured to my faded band shirt and old jeans. - She’s going to show up all… amazing, and I’ll just… I don’t even have clothes for something like that.

- Hey, don’t worry about your clothes. - Frank said, his hand on my shoulder - We’ll help you figure that part out. We can make a cool Gerard version of prom gear.

- I don’t know, guys… - I let out a doubtful sigh, but I couldn't help but feel a little better at their words. - I still feel like I’m walking into some kinda setup.

- Or… maybe it’s not. Maybe she actually likes you and wants to go with you. - Mikey shook his head.

- I guess… I mean, she did seem pretty genuine. But, man, I can’t mess this up.

When I stopped for a while to process everything, and realized that I was so nervous about the idea of her embarrassing me, I didn't realize that I could embarrass her if I did something wrong.

- We’re going to help you get ready for this prom, no question. - Frank keep encouraging me - This is your shot, and you’re gonna look so good, everyone’s gonna wonder why she got so lucky.

I couldn’t help but crack a shy smile, a tiny spark of hope flickering in my chest at his words. I appreciated how they were all backing me up. Still, the nerves didn’t fade. In fact, now I had to find something to wear... and I had no idea where to start.

But maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be a total disaster. Maybe, I thought as I looked at the guys with a nervous but hopeful grin, this might actually turn out to be the best night of my life.

1st Person POV (reader)

The night had finally arrived. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I could feel the butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach. The dress I had picked out earlier in the week felt a little too tight now, my nerves making everything feel more intense than usual. I couldn't help but glance at the clock, watching the minutes tick by as I waited for Gerard to arrive.

What was I thinking? Was I making a huge mistake? Would he feel out of place at prom? I shook my head, trying to silence my anxious thoughts. I had asked him because I wanted him there. I didn’t care about what everyone else would think, and if he felt out of place, well, I hoped my presence would help him feel comfortable.

Then, finally, the doorbell rang. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed to open the door, only to freeze for a moment when I saw him standing there.

Gerard looked... different. He was wearing a simple black suit, not too formal but definitely better than what I had imagined. His hair was styled neatly, but it still had that messy, Gerard charm. He looked slightly nervous, his hands shoved in his pockets, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. The nervous smile he gave me made my heart melt a little.

- Hey,- He said softly, shifting awkwardly on his feet.

- Hey, - I replied, suddenly feeling shy too. - You look… you look great.

- I do? - His eyes widened in surprise.

- Yeah, you’re handsome - I nodded, fighting the blush creeping up my neck.

- Thanks... You look… wow. Really beautiful - He scratched the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as if he was embarrassed by the compliment.

- Are you ready to go?

- Sure!

The ride to prom felt like a blur. We didn't talk much—both of us were too nervous, I think. When we finally arrived, my friends were already waiting near the entrance, their eyes scanning the crowd as they laughed and joked. As soon as they saw me with Gerard, they froze, their expressions shifting in surprise.

- Oh my God, look who finally decided to show up! - one of them teased. - I knew it! You like him, don’t you?

- You’ve been denying it this whole time, but now it’s so obvious - My face immediately turned bright red. I opened my mouth to protest, but she wasn’t finished.

- You’ve been denying it this whole time, but now it’s so obvious. - All of them kinda laughed.

Gerard was standing a little behind me, looking equally embarrassed, his face flushed. I could feel his discomfort radiating off him, and I could tell that these comments were making him more self-conscious. He shifted on his feet, nervously running a hand through his hair.

I held his hand so we could walk inside. But my moves were interrupted by my friends.

- You guys look cute together, though. Admit it, you like him! - another one of them chimed in, her voice teasing, but with a hint of sincerity.

Once inside, we quickly found our seats at a table. The music was blasting, the lights dimmed, and the air was filled with the sound of chatter, laughter, and the occasional loud cheer from some of the other students. I could feel Gerard stiffening beside me, but I just kept my hand on his, hoping to offer some kind of reassurance. He looked around nervously, his wide eyes scanning the room as though he didn’t belong.

- Are you okay - I asked, in an attempt to comfort him. 

- I don’t know…-  he mumbled, his voice barely audible over the music. - I mean, I’m glad I’m here with you, but this is… definitely not my scene. You’re the only one who could ever get me to come to a place like this.

I laughed, feeling my heart flutter. I didn’t think he realized just how much that meant to me. The night was already feeling more perfect than I could have ever imagined.

Then, as the slow songs started, the room filled with couples swaying gently to the music. Gerard and I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Finally, he broke the silence.

- I’ve never really done this before… - he said quietly.

- Me neither. - I smiled at him. 

And just like that, the awkwardness faded. He pulled me closer, and we started swaying together. He was still a little nervous, but he held me close, and I could feel his warmth, his pulse beating along with mine.

As the song came to a close, Gerard looked down at me, his face flushed. He cleared his throat, trying to hold back his nervousness.

This… - He hesitated for a second, then smiled shyly - seems like the first time I watched Corpse Bride for the first time… Awesome.

I giggled, then, without saying a word, Gerard leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, gentle, messy, romantic… everything I had imagined and more. He pulled away slowly, his eyes wide with surprise, as if he couldn’t believe he had just done that.

We stood there, not caring about the world around us. It was just the two of us, caught in the moment, and in that instant, everything felt right.

- Thanks for making this the best night ever, - Gerard whispered, his forehead resting against mine.

- You're welcome - I whispered back.

Smiling, I move to his lips again. His warm lips felt just right, now his hand came up to my cheek, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. This kiss was more confident, like something we both were sure that we wanted. I swear, I've never thought I would end up with Gerard like this… but there is no other place that I would rather be.

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~ So, that's it! Let me know if u like it! (i'm not sure if i liked this one...)

Part 2!

[leidensygdom]

Hasbro's CEO is, once again, expressing interest in using AI at WOTC

Not surprising, but I think his own chit-chat about it (directed at shareholders, of course) is quite the read (derogatory):

"Inside of development, we've already been using AI. It's mostly machine-learning-based AI or proprietary AI as opposed to a ChatGPT approach. We will deploy it significantly and liberally internally as both a knowledge worker aid and as a development aid. I'm probably more excited though about the playful elements of AI. If you look at a typical D&D player....I play with probably 30 or 40 people regularly. There's not a single person who doesn't use AI somehow for either campaign development or character development or story ideas. That's a clear signal that we need to be embracing it. We need to do it carefully, we need to do it responsibly, we need to make sure we pay creators for their work, and we need to make sure we're clear when something is AI-generated. But the themes around using AI to enable user-generated content, using AI to streamline new player introduction, using AI for emergent storytelling, I think you're going to see that not just our hardcore brands like D&D but also multiple of our brands."

This directly fights against WOTC's already very weak claims about not wanting to use AI (after massive backslash from players anytime they had tried to get away with it), and does paint quite the bleak future for DnD and Magic the Gathering. AI usage doesn't really benefit the consumer in any way- It's like a company known for nice homemade cakes trying to tell you that factory made cakes are actually also good and you should be buying them too. The cakes aren't better. You can get those cakes elsewhere. The only person benefiting from factory made cakes is the one selling them, because they're the one saving time and money by making them that way.

But short-term benefits (through firing large portions of their artists and replacing them with AI made slop) outweighs any attempt to maybe get some trust from their already alienated consumers back. I also find it kind of incredibly funny and pathetic how this man claims to play DnD with about 30 to 40 people and "how every single one of them uses AI". I'm not entirely sure this guy is even aware of how DnD groups are usually sized, and how you would not have any physical time to do anything if you somehow played with 40 players on the regular (that'd be about 10 games!)

Anyways, as always, there's nice TTRPGs out there that don't absolutely despise their customer base nor are obsessed with cutting any remains of humanity out of their product to save a few cents. Play Lancer, play Blades in the Dark, play Pathfinder or Starfinder 2e if you want the DnD experience without the bullshit. Plenty of options out there that deserve your money far more than DnD.

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Femme Fatale

Summary: Leon is a cop that got transferred to a new city in order to investigate the spike in murder cases. However, this isn’t an ordinary murder case. It is a serial killer murdering men.

Warning: mentions of blood, violence, death. !serial!killer reader x !cop Leon. Reader is 21+ (don’t drink under the legal age). Reader is female (hence the title lol)

Word count: 4,483

A/N: HELLOOOOO I feel like it’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything. I’ve been seeing a lot of short smut stories lately and I just wanted to bring something different to the table lol!!! Another murder fanfic with no smut (sorry smut lovers, but if you want a part two, I’ll write one!)

“You’ll wish you never met her at all, you’ll wish you never met her at all,” - Maneater, Nelly Fortudo

Nobody knows the true definition of being a femme fatale. It goes beyond aesthetic, but you use that for your own advantage. Seems like society does play a useful role for your adventures.

They are adventures to you, but the police like to call them "ongoing murders," whatever that meant. So, what if you killed a guy at a bar, he was being sleazy and wouldn't take no for an answer, so you acted out in self-defense. The cops believed you because why would they go against a woman who simply defended themselves? That'd tarnish their name and reputation.

So, you got away with your first murder. Easy as pie.

The memory was still fresh in your mind. You were out, hanging at a bar as you drank your savings away. Some horrible event happened prior to the night and what better way to cheer you up than a couple of drinks.

Of course, a man ogled you from the other side of the bar. Practically undressing you and fucking you in his sick and perverted mind. He was at least twice your age, what a psycho.

He had approached you, offered to buy you a drink to which you declined. Claiming you had too much to drink and had work in the morning the next day. You thought it ended at that as you made your exit, only to have life play an incredible joke at you. It wasn't incredible to you, but maybe to the universe it was.

The man had followed you and pulled into a sketchy and dark alleyway, attempting to drug you by attacking you from behind and stuffing a drugged piece of cloth against your mouth right under your nostrils. But it didn't go great for him, he's a total idiot that seemed to have no idea what he was doing. What a damn rookie.

You jabbed your elbow into his gut from behind, the man momentarily paralyzed which allowed you to swing your bag at his face. He stumbled backwards and fell. But that wasn't enough for you, was it?

No, it was not. It never is.

What is a woman if she can't bring revenge to her own self? And so, you watched as the man fell back against the concrete floor, cursing silently that he didn't hit his head hard enough. No worries, nothing a little help couldn't do, right?

You swore you weren't a violent person but as you straddled the man and beat the shit out of him, you felt nothing but pure bliss. A smile plastered on your face like a permanent reminder to the man that women aren't as easy as he thought they were. Oh, how naive men can be.

Blood covered your knuckles, his face so fucked up and bruised that it would be nearly impossible to recognize him. Until you spotted his driver's silence on the floor and stole it. This fucker needed to disappear and what better way than to do it yourself. You needed no help, you were independent. To hell with the patriarchy!

He was a heavy man, but you managed. You strangled him with the straps of your bag, watching as his face turned purple from the lack of oxygen. His eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets as he gasped and tried to pry your hands away. Disgusting, you thought.

The second he died; you didn't move. You needed to make sure he was gone for good and when he was, you weren't stupid enough to leave him there, oh god no.

You burnt him.

His body was tossed in one of those trashcans where teenagers come and lit fires while they committed underage drinking, for once you were happy those teenagers were of help.

And that was the first time you committed murder, and certainly not your last.

-

News reported the numerous cases of dead and missing men, you cried fake tears and showed fake empathy for the families of the victims but deep down you didn't care. They were all bad in your mind, letting their sons and brothers terrorize and claim what wasn't theirs in the first place.

Yeah, you became a mysterious symbol for female murderers. Nobody knew who this sudden serial killer was, much less what gender. But it gave hope to the women of the town, the ones stuck in a toxic relationship, the ones being forced to act like a mother rather than a daughter--you gave each one hope.

Right after the murders were set, the dead men would get exposed to the media. One of your victims had illegal pictures in his hard drive and you had no regret in releasing them to the media. As far as you were concerned, they could all rot in hell.

Your killings continued to pile up, each one different than the other to throw the police off tracks and make them start their investigation all over again. Gosh not only were they lazy but also stupid.

Not until that tall and blonde new cop showed in town. He was new but he seemed like a capable cop. You should've felt scared or threatened at the new addition to the station, but you didn't. You only felt amused that they had to bring outside help all because they couldn't figure out that you were the serial killer.

-

"You shouldn't be drinking during the day," a voice rang out from behind you as you sat on the bar stool, drinking away. You turned your head over your shoulder to find the new cop standing behind you. His blue uniform hugging his muscles tightly, his blonde hair reaching just below his ears and his blue eyes staring at you intently.

"It's not heathy," he added as he walked to stand next to your sitting form, to which you raised a single brow and turned your head back forward and took a sip of your drink, "Good morning to you too, Officer."

"Kennedy," he said, extending his hand out for you to shake, "But you can call me Leon if that's more comfortable for you."

You took his hand, shaking it firmly as you noted how strong he seemed to be, "I don't think anyone feels comfortable in the presence of a cop but sure," you said as you gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Can't argue with that," he replied as he took his hand away and watched you drink. There was a silence that overtook the two of you right before he spoke, he seemed rather hesitant.

"What do you know about the murders?" he asked cautiously, eyes narrowing as he stared at you, watching for any signs of... suspicion, perhaps?

"You mean the ones about the guys being found dead in a ditch?" you asked sarcastically, a half smirk reaching your lips, "Heard too much about them lately. It's all everyone seems to be thinking about these days..."

"Well, it makes sense. This killer seems to be targeting men and then exposing them for their... disturbing habits... you don't happen to know about the town's vigilante, would you?" he asked, propping his arm on the countertop of the bar and turned to face you.

You turned your head to look at him, feigning innocence at his question, "No, officer, I haven't learned anything about the serial killer. Everyone's been busy being on their best behavior..." you glanced down at his uniform, admittedly checking him out before you looked back at his face, "And I suggest you do too, have a nice day."

The would be the last time you saw the cop for the time being. You knew he was going to be tailing you from that moment, so you had to be strategic. Maybe you'd seduce your way out of jail but at the same time, isn't a little game of cat and mouse fun?

-

It hasn't been going well for Leon. As soon as he was transferred from his previous station, he's been overworked with the investigation. Sure, he wasn't a real detective, but he was still a cop recommended by a popular chief. In his email he had stated that Leon was "perceptive" and "had an intelligence beyond human comprehension."

Leon didn't know why the chief was so insistent in getting him out of that station and to a new city, but rumor has it that it was because the chief didn't want anyone to discover the affair he was having. He knew Leon would've been the first one to figure it out.

And it worked, because now Leon was sitting in an office, trying his damnest to think about all the murders. Trying to find a common denominator between all of them.

"You look like you haven't slept in days. Reminds me of my wife when we had our first child," a police officer, by the name of Robert, entered the room with two cups of coffee. Robert was his assigned partner, the seasoned detective sent to teach him the ropes around the new station. But Leon didn't need training, he was already good at his job, and he didn't need a nanny.

He offered Leon a cup of coffee, leaning back against the edge of the desk behind him as he stared at the corkboard with evidence and pictures of the murders, strings going left and right as he linked each crime scene to another, "Yeah, well, I don't have either so I'm sure I'll be fine," Leon responded as he took the coffee and sipped it.

"You're really trying to solve this? You know we've been at a dead end for days, right? Half of these will turn cold and get stored down in the archives..." Robert muttered as he glanced at Leon, to which Leon simply nodded.

"Yep, that's exactly what I'm going to do," Leon replied, as if stating the obvious, "Isn't it suspicious how all of these murders are so... different? Too different?"

Robert could only stare at Leon with confusion, "What the hell are you--No, I don't find it suspicious. I actually think we just have multiple murderers."

"You think about 20 people in this town are murderers?" Leon retorted as he raised an eyebrow at Robert.

Robert sighed exasperatedly, "Okay, maybe not, but how are you even sure this is one person?"

"Because the perpetrator has been too careful. See this?" Leon took a picture from the corkboard, a piece of evidence from the crime scene, "None of the weapons have been found. But we know that they were used. There's a slit in this man's stomach, caused by a knife... don't you see? This serial killer purposefully takes the weapon and doesn't leave it behind because they know we can track their fingerprints and it's a game over for them."

Robert was actually a bit impressed but then he scoffed, "Leon, that seems like a stretch. What if the killer doesn't even use weapons? I mean, what if-what if-fuck. I hate when you make sense..." he muttered, which prompted Leon to smirk just a bit.

"I can feel that we are slowly getting closer to solving this. We just need to think like the killer..." Leon muttered right before the lightbulb above his head lit up, "And what better way than to act the part, huh?"

Robert looked at him confused with furrowed brows, watching as Leon took his jacket and started to make his way out, "Where are you going?"

"The only place where guys roam like fish--the club," he said before he stepped out of the room and started to walk out of the station towards his car. Robert could only sigh, wishing he was young enough to catch up to Leon's speed.

-

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you muttered as you paced around your room. Ever since that new cop came into town, it's been hard for you to continue your killings. You're almost sure he's waiting to catch you at any moment and arrest you.

It's been a couple of days since his arrival, but he's been patrolling the places you'd usually go to catch your victim, the bar, the club, hell, even the park!

He was too good at his job and it both pissed you off and stressed you out.

"Fuck!" you yelled in frustration, for the past half year, you've been killing with no problem, but now that going to stop soon enough. You couldn't let the new cop win, this was no longer a game.

This was war.

You quickly dashed to your room, hopping on your bed and getting your laptop. You usually weren't the type of girl to stalk people but screw it, this Leon Kennedy needed to get out.

But to your dismay...he was a decent dude.

Nothing too important stood out. His Facebook was boring, the only pictures you could find were posted by his family. His Instagram was dry, he'd post without captioning his pictures. Who does that?!

You learned he graduated high school at 18, and then graduated from the academy early due to academic excellence and immediately got sent to a police station to work at only 21 years old. He didn't seem to have many friends, but then again, online life was nothing like real life.

But not all was lost. You learned he was 27 years old and single. You could use this to your advantage, to become the femme fatale everyone had been whispering about around the streets.

-

Leon went undercover to the town's most popular night club, he dressed casually and out of his uniform. The last thing he needed was for him to cause more panic than the serial killer had instilled.

"One beer, please," Leon ordered at the bar. The music blasting off from the speakers on the walls, lights down low as lasers and light sticks illuminated the place. People danced around, nothing too suspicious except for the disgusting display of affection by some couples.

"Here," the bartender said as he slid Leon his beer. He wasn't usually a beer guy, but he assumed he need a light drink to push through. vodka and tequila didn't seem fitting for the job he was currently trying to do.

He walked around the club, his eyes glancing everywhere for any suspicious activity. He had found none.

Well not nothing, his eyes landed back on the bar, walking towards it to get another drink and give up for the night. Until he saw you. You were dressed in a tight little dress, your hair and makeup done but he wasn't paying attention to any of that. He paid attention to the way you were talking with a guy.

Now, the idea was still a bit weak in his mind. He had no proof that the serial killer could be a woman but something in him was setting off his buttons of suspicion. Why hasn’t he thought about it before?

Maybe because he had no real reason too. He didn’t mean it, but he thought most murders were caused by men. But he just couldn’t shake off something about you. So he lingered a bit, deciding to forget about the beer and just focus on you.

It didn’t surprise him that you were flirting back with the guy that has been talking to you, he was handsome but not as handsome as himself (his own words). He stood far, making sure not to blow his cover. He hasn’t found anything remotely suspicious so it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on you, right?

That’s when he followed you out the club, the man walking next to you and guiding you to his car. That was weird but he’s heard of one night stands. Personally, Leon wasn’t that type of guy.

The streets were crowded at night and he lost sight of you for a quick second, until he spotted your figure getting pulled into an alley. Suspicious enough? Very much so. He didn’t hesitate to take out his gun from the waistband of his pants, getting ready to defend if anything were to happen to you. He was a cop and a gentleman after all.

But as he approached the isolated alley in which he last saw you, it was unexpectedly dark and quiet. Leon’s steps were slow and quiet as he walked further into the alley, his gun aimed and pointed in front of him in case something decided to jump at him. Luckily nothing did.

Although he did hear a sound. What was that? He wondered as he stepped deeper into the alleyway. His shoes rubbing off the cracked concrete floor until he was met with a horrific sight.

The man that had tried to take you to his car was found dead on the floor. He immediately dialed emergencies and went over to the man, it all happened to quickly and his eyes darted around to try and find you.

-

You knew you were being followed that night at the club and your suspicion was correct when you saw the familiar sight of a certain blonde man on the reflection of a car’s window. He’s astute, too astute for his own good.

Much to his dismay, the man you killed died on the way to the hospital so he couldn’t give out a statement of who had attacked him or what happened. But Leon wasn’t going to rest until he found you, was he?

You debated flying to another country, turning your back and leaving for good. But something stopped you from doing so. What about your job? What about your family and friends? They wouldn’t believe you if you went abroad in your own for no specific reason.

Curse you Leon Kennedy.

-

After that night, he’s been practically living in the station. Evidence piling up but he had no solid evidence that it was you who committed the crimes. His word alone couldn’t be trusted for two reasons; he didn’t even you actively attack the man and his opinion as a cap was already biased! He was in a pickle. It didn’t help that the higher ups pressured him into speeding up the case, they wanted the culprit to get caught already as all the men in the town cowered in their homes. Scared that they would be next.

Not so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh?

He knew he shouldn’t but he did anyway. His stalked for your information, sneaking into the town’s city hall to retrieve your files like birth certificates and such. Turns out the police didn’t hold these documents, the city hall did.

He had found your address and immediately began to drive to your place. He needed answers and he didn’t care that he was breaking police code. He knew it was you, you had to be involved in this somehow.

As he approached your place, he wanted to pound at the door like they did in FBI movies but he knew he had to act civil since he had no real evidence to base his suspicions on.

Once the door was opened, he noticed your startled expression, almost catching off guard by his sudden visit. And he wasn’t even wearing his uniform, “Officer,” you said as you stood by your door, “To what do I owe the pleasure…?”

“I saw you,” he said, jumping straight to the point, “The night that man died—you were with him. I saw you walk out of the club with him and then somehow, he died.”

His eyes were piercing daggers at you, almost as if he wanted to peek into your mind and read your thoughts.

But you only stared at him silently, Leon was too smart, “I didn’t feel good and he called me an Uber,” you lied casually.

“You didn’t feel good, huh?” He huffed in amusement, glancing away for a second before he looked back down at you.

“Yeah, I got drunk and started to feel sick. He did me a favor,” you continued with your lie, knowing damn well you weren’t sick at all.

He hummed and nodded his head once, nibbling his bottom lip as he stared at you with an analytical gaze.

“Take care, then,” he muttered, taking a step backwards, keeping his eyes on you. As if telling you that he was on to you. He was going to uncover your secret.

-

When he left, you felt as if the world almost stopped. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your breathing labored as you thought about what the hell just happened. Damn you, Leon. You really know how to use that brain, huh?

You couldn’t just stop the murders, that would only give Leon more proof that you were the serial killer he was after. No, you needed to keep killing to stray him away. You did it with the other cops, couldn’t be that hard.

-

You’ve killed, but you killed less men. The police had advised individuals to remain in their homes after curfew. That it was dangerous with a serial killer still on the loose.

It was all so stupid. You were serving revenge to all the women who fell into the traps of men and here comes a man to stop you.

That’s when it hit you, what if you tried to kill the officer himself?

No, you couldn’t. That would only sell you out.

But what you could do was send him a message.

On your next victim, you planned it differently. Instead of the clean and simple murder way you usually go with, you decided that you’d be messy. Make him confused, make him believe that the serial killer was a scared person. That would shove him away from you for a while, right?

When Leon arrived at the crime scene, he saw the blood splattered around the brick walls of behind a convenience store. The body dumped inside the dumpster, his body slashed with knife wounds and face beaten up. You tried to make it seem like a man committed the murder, men were messy, right?

Unfortunately for you, in the midst of your perfectly messy murder, Leon had found CCTV footage of the whole thing with your face showing. This was solid evidence to finally get you.

-

And that’s how you ended up at the station’s interrogation room with your wrists cuffed to the table. The room was cold, grey, and bright. Almost looking like a hospital. Modern architecture kills artists.

“So,” Leon started as he sat across from you, files laying flat on the table, “Care to explain?”

“Explain what?” You feigned obliviousness.

“The murders, the blood—everything?”

You held back an eye roll, he had caught you and there was no point in lying, was there?

With a defeated sigh, you leaned back against the chair you were seated on, “I was… only trying to help,” you began quietly.

“Help? By committing murders and bringing terror to the town?”

“You don’t understand,” you immediately responded, a bit frustrated that he didn’t get to understand, “I killed those men because they’re nothing but a waste of space,” you spat bitterly.

He sat there in silence, brows pinching together as he crossed his arms over his chest, letting you continue. There’s no going back when the cat’s been out of the bag.

With a sharp inhale, you continued, “Those men, they do bad things. Prey on women and take advantage of them… I was tired, so, so, so tired, officer…” you whispered.

“When I realized that a man had tried to drug me and take advantage of me, something in me snapped and I knew then that I couldn’t sit back and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I refused to become an object for horny men that can’t keep their dick inside their pants,” you muttered, leaning forward as your eyes narrowed at Leon. You weren’t blaming Leon but he understood your motives.

“So you took it upon yourself to get rid of these guys…” he muttered, his head slowly nodding as he let the information rest in his mind.”

“I did,” you admitted, “I had to.”

“You had to?” He repeated as his eyebrows raised.

“Yes—you don’t understand what it’s like to fear for your life just because of your gender. I didn’t choose to be born this way so why should I let people treat me like shit?”

“I understand where you’re coming from but hurting other people will only hurt you,” he said quietly as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, “How much longer did you think you could’ve kept going, hm? You’re a smart girl, Y/n, you deserve better than jail.”

His words were sincere and for a moment, your walls came down. He was right, in a way, how much longer could you have kept killing people before it caught up to you? Before you lost your mind? You didn’t even think about that.

Silence took over and he sighed softly, looking you over with pity. You were young, smart, and had a bright future ahead of you. He almost felt bad for wanting to catch you this whole time. Almost.

“What’s done is done,” he finally said, breaking the silence, “You committed unforgivable crimes…” his voice trailed off.

“But you had a good reason for them,” he muttered and pulled the files back towards him, “You were defending yourself and your friends during these occasions. It was self defense,” he said firmly, as if he was changing your story.

Wait, what?

The files in his hands held the pictures of you violently killing people, but never once did he actually open that file. Instead, he made up a story for you…

“Why?” You whispered, staring deeply into his eyes. He shrugged and stood up, “Everyone’s been on their best behavior, right?”

-

It’s been a few days since you’ve been questioned. Leon had gotten rid of the evidence and instead made up new ones that led to the story he fabricated for you.

It was all surreal.

Never once in your life, you would’ve thought a cop would help you. You felt shocked, baffled, and confused. But a part of you was grateful. You should’ve known the court system of this town was just as careless as the police station before Leon came because all they did was give you a slap on the wrist and let you go. Once again, not wishing to have their reputation tarnished.

You’ve stopped your killings, for obvious reasons. But, you were glad you’ve lived your five seconds of fame. Even if your identity was never exposed to the public.

You owed it all to Leon. Too bad he had left town. He returned to his city, claiming he had some unfinished business (most like with his chief for throwing him into this town so unexpectedly).

Part of you missed him, it was fun while it lasted, right?

[darkseidex]

༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊 ‘𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚎’ 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻ bucky x reader(oc) x buck AAAH, okay, I love Birdie so much; she's my BABY. A brief intro as to how they met before we got juicy!!

𓆸 For as long as John Egan and Gale Cleven have known each other, they've known Loretha James, the belle that'd unwittingly managed to charm her way into their hearts, be it with the way she always had a response resting on the tip of her tongue or the way she'd level them with an unimpressed glance whenever they tried to approach her with the false notion of friendship.

𓆸 Loretha James was a ballad singer; her voice used to soothe the weary souls of the soldiers in basic training. This was where she met the boisterous Bucky, the lieutenant who'd rubbed her the wrong way, along with his friend Buck, who'd seemed to be an apologist for all his actions.

𓆸The first time Bucky saw her, she was standing under the dim glow of a mess hall light, her dark skin luminous against the warm tones of the room. Her voice curled around an old tune, the kind of song meant to remind soldiers of home—of sweethearts left behind and promises made in hushed voices before deployment. But Loretha wasn’t waiting for anyone. She wasn’t a sweetheart left behind. She belonged to no one, and she carried herself with the quiet pride of a woman who knew her worth.

𓆸Never heard a voice like that,” Bucky had said to Buck, eyes still locked on her as if he could capture her with his gaze alone.

𓆸“Maybe you oughta leave her be,” Buck had warned, already sensing that Bucky’s usual charm wouldn’t work on a woman like Loretha.

𓆸But leaving her be wasn’t in Bucky’s nature. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and Loretha had no patience for flames that thought themselves untouchable.

𓆸“You boys look lost,” she had said after one of their shows, arms crossed over the front of her simple but elegant dress. Bucky had been the first to recover, a grin splitting his face as he gestured to himself.

𓆸"Me? Lost? Nah, sweetheart, I know exactly where I am.”

𓆸 And yet, you look like you’ve got no business being here,” Loretha shot back, unimpressed.

𓆸Buck had chuckled, shaking his head. “What he means to say is, we’re mighty lucky to be hearing you sing.”

𓆸 Loretha’s sharp eyes flickered toward him, assessing, considering. “Flattery don’t work on me,” she had warned. “Especially from flyboys who think they’re the center of the world.”

𓆸 “That’s where you got us wrong,” Bucky said, ever bold, leaning in just enough to test her patience. “I know the world don’t revolve around me, but darlin’, when you sing? Feels like it stops.”

𓆸Loretha had blinked at him, then scoffed, turning on her heel. “You best try that line on some girl who don’t know any better.”

𓆸 And just like that, she was gone, disappearing into the night like a song’s last note.

𓆸But she wasn’t gone from their minds. Not from Buck’s, who had caught the softness in her eyes just before she turned away. And certainly not from Bucky’s, who was already thinking of what he’d have to say to get her to stay just a little longer next time.

𓆸 The war had a way of pulling people together and tearing them apart just as fast. But some things—some people—were worth holding onto, even if the world wasn’t ready for them

𓆸And so they watched her every night like clockwork; they approached her after each show with a poorly put-together bouquet of handpicked daisies they'd stolen from the local parks. (Much to her dismay because her friend Nancy had been moanin' and groanin' about damn pests stealin' flowers in the park.)

𓆸"So it was you two," Loretha muttered one evening, arms folded as she glared at the slightly wilted bouquet in Bucky’s hand. Buck, ever the diplomat, at least had the decency to look guilty. Bucky, on the other hand, only grinned.

𓆸 "Now, sweetheart, I don’t recall seein’ our names on any wanted posters for flower theft," he teased.

𓆸Loretha snatched the bouquet from him anyway, eyeing the delicate petals before shaking her head. "Y’all coulda just bought some, you know."

𓆸"Where’s the fun in that?" Buck said, shrugging with a small smile.

𓆸 She looked between them, these two stubborn, insufferable men who had somehow made a habit of orbiting around her like the sun rose and set at her command. A part of her—one she wouldn’t dare name—found their persistence endearing.

𓆸 "One day, I'm gonna have Nancy set her dog on y’all," she warned, but her fingers skimmed the petals as if she might actually keep them this time.

𓆸 Bucky leaned in slightly, all mischief and confidence. "If that means I get to see you run to our rescue, then I ain't too worried."

𓆸Loretha rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck, but Buck swore he caught the ghost of a smile before she turned away.

𓆸And just like that, the game continued. But whether it was a game for them or just for her, Loretha wasn’t sure anymore.

𓆸after one too many nights; of singing for the familiar rowdy crowd she'd sighed as she slipped into the familiar back door; titled 'negroes only' to the outside world. With a sigh, she put a hand through her straightened curls, noting the roots of her hair had begun to curl up due to sweat.

𓆸 she lifted her skirts, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, pressing it to her red stained lips as she flicked the matches on and took one long drag as she listened to the rhythms of the blues band from outside.

𓆸The music inside still thrummed against the walls, a low, mournful tune carrying through the night air as Loretha leaned against the brick wall, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. The worn wood of the back door was rough against her fingertips as she traced over old carvings—names, messages, and ghosts of those who had stood where she stood now.

𓆸She should’ve been used to it by now, the way the world worked. The way she could command a room with her voice, make them feel something deep in their bones, and yet still be reminded of where she belonged the moment she stepped off that stage.

𓆸“Shouldn’t a lady like you have someone waitin’ on her?”

𓆸 Loretha exhaled another stream of smoke, tilting her head just enough to glance at the man who had spoken. John Egan stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his grin easy but his eyes sharp, watching her like he was trying to read between the lines of a song she hadn’t sung yet.

𓆸 She scoffed lightly, rolling her cigarette between her fingers. “Ain’t no one waitin’ on me, sugar. That’s the difference between me and most girls you know.”

𓆸 “That so?” John stepped closer, the dim glow of the streetlamp catching the angles of his face. He was handsome in the way most pilots were—charming, full of reckless bravado, but with a depth most didn’t bother to look for. “Somehow, I don’t believe that.”

𓆸 “Don’t much care what you believe.” She took another slow drag, eyes slipping shut for a moment as the warmth of the tobacco curled in her lungs. When she opened them again, Gale Cleven had joined John, standing just behind him, his expression quieter, more thoughtful.

𓆸 “You’re always out here alone after a show,” Gale noted, arms crossed over his chest. “Doesn’t seem right.”

𓆸 Loretha let out a soft laugh, low and knowing. “And what, exactly, do you boys aim to do about that?”

𓆸 John smirked, lifting a shoulder. “Keep you company, if you’ll have us.”

𓆸 “And if I won’t?”

𓆸 “Then we’ll just have to keep tryin’.”

𓆸 Loretha studied them both, their persistence, and their quiet determination. It was different from Bucky’s playful pursuit—less about winning, more about understanding. They weren’t here to chase, to conquer. They were here because they wanted to be. After all, something about her held them still.

𓆸 She sighed, flicking ash from the tip of her cigarette before nodding toward the empty crates stacked against the alley wall. “Suit yourselves.”

𓆸 John grinned, immediately taking a seat. Gale followed, more measured, but just as willing.

𓆸 For a while, none of them spoke. The music from inside carried through the air, the mournful wail of a saxophone weaving between them like smoke. Loretha took another drag, her gaze drifting to the sky, the stars stretching out like promises she’d never trust.

𓆸 “That song you sang tonight,” Gale finally said, his voice softer than she expected. “It—uh, it reminded me of home.”

𓆸 Loretha hummed, a small smile touching her lips. “That’s the point.”

𓆸 John leaned back against the wall, arms resting on his bent knees. “You ever get tired of it? Singin’ for a bunch of men who don’t always see you past the stage?”

𓆸 She hesitated, then exhaled slowly. “Every damn day.”

𓆸 The honesty in her own voice surprised her. Maybe it was the quiet of the alley, the way the two men simply listened, not pushing, not filling the space with empty words.

𓆸 “Then why do you do it?” Gale asked, watching her closely.

𓆸 Loretha took one last pull from her cigarette before flicking it to the ground, crushing the embers beneath the toe of her shoe. When she spoke, her voice was softer than before, almost distant.

𓆸 “Because someone’s gotta remind y’all what you’re fightin’ for.”

𓆸 And maybe, just maybe, it reminded her, too.

𓆸 She sighed as she turned to the men. "What do you want from me?"

𓆸 The question hung between them, the cool night air thick with the unspoken words that always lingered when people found themselves on the edge of something real, something uncertain.

𓆸 Loretha tilted her head slightly, looking at the two men—one with a quiet intensity, the other with a reckless grin—and she wondered, not for the first time, how they thought they could ever understand her.

𓆸 John scratched at the back of his neck, a little unsure of himself for once. "What do we want from you?" he echoed, as if the words were foreign to him. He paused, then laughed softly, the sound almost bitter. "I guess we’re trying to figure that out ourselves."

𓆸 Gale, who’d been silent until now, shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze never leaving her. "But it’s not just about what we want from you, Loretha," he said, his voice steady, calm, like he was carefully choosing his words. "It’s about what you want. What you need, too. We’re not here to take anything from you that you’re not willing to give."

𓆸 Her brow furrowed, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes, something that softened just a fraction. She wanted to scoff at their idealistic notions, to push them away the way she always did with people who thought they understood her, but their sincerity—however misguided—was something she couldn’t easily ignore.

𓆸 “I don’t need anything from you,” Loretha said quietly, taking another drag of her cigarette, her voice laced with a weariness that seemed to have settled deep in her bones. "I’ve never needed anyone. Least of all two men who think they can just walk into my life and… what? Save me? Fix me?"

𓆸 The words came out harsher than she intended, and for a brief moment, she saw the flicker of hurt in their eyes. It made her pause, just long enough for Gale to speak again.

𓆸 “We don’t want to fix you, Loretha," Gale said, stepping closer, the quiet strength in his voice cutting through the tension. "We just… want to be part of your life, in whatever way you’ll let us. We see you, not the act you put on for everyone else. Not the voice that makes them feel things, or the woman they think they can control. We see you."

𓆸 Her heart skipped a beat, the words settling like a heavy weight in her chest. She knew they meant it, even if they didn’t fully understand what they were offering.

𓆸 Loretha took one last drag from her cigarette, flicking it away with a practiced motion, and let out a long sigh. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in them, in their promises. The world had a way of taking things from people like her. She had learned that lesson early. But… there was something different about them, something she couldn’t quite place.

𓆸 "You don't know what you're asking," she muttered, more to herself than to them. She turned her back to them for a moment, leaning her shoulder against the cool brick wall, staring at the street ahead. The night was still, but the hum of the city beyond filled her ears, and she felt a strange tug in her chest. The thought of letting them in, even a little, felt like stepping onto unstable ground. But they weren’t pushing her, not really. They were just… there.

𓆸 “We do know,” John said, his voice close now, as he leaned against the wall beside her, his presence familiar in a way that made her uneasy. “We know you, Loretha. You’re stronger than anyone else we’ve ever met. But you don’t have to do it all alone.”

𓆸 "I don't do anything alone," she replied sharply, finally turning her gaze toward him, the words hanging in the air like a dare. "But that doesn't mean I need you two playing hero either."

𓆸 Buck had always been the one to think with his impulses, to chase without care for the consequences. But John and Gale, they were different. They were quieter, more deliberate in their approach, and it unsettled her. There was no loud charm or brash confidence to deflect from the vulnerability they both seemed to carry. They were offering her something… real.

𓆸 Gale’s voice was soft again. “What if we’re not trying to be heroes? What if we just want to be here when the music stops, when you’re not singing anymore?”

𓆸 Loretha’s chest tightened at the thought. There was always a moment after the crowd had gone, after the lights were dimmed, when everything went still and the weight of it all came crashing down. She was just Loretha James then. And in those quiet moments, the world felt much larger and emptier.

𓆸 “Maybe I don’t need anyone waiting for me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But that don’t mean I don’t need something… more. Just don’t get in my way while I figure it out, alright?”

𓆸 It had been days, and she hadn’t seen them after that—not for a while.

𓆸 The nights felt longer, somehow, when she wasn’t surrounded by their quiet presence. At first, she tried to ignore it, to push the thought of them to the back of her mind like a memory you’re not sure you’re ready to deal with. But slowly, it crept in, the way the smoke from a cigarette clung to your clothes even after the embers had burned out.

𓆸 Loretha paced the cramped room she’d been calling home, the smell of war-torn city streets outside and damp fabric filling her senses. The war was still very much alive in the world around her—fighting, rationing, waiting. But inside, there was another war brewing, quieter but more personal.

𓆸 Her fingers traced the edges of the battered radio on the windowsill, the faint static offering a poor replacement for the silence that had settled over her heart. She hadn’t heard from Gale or John since that night, and it gnawed at her in ways she couldn’t fully understand.

𓆸 The city was still reeling from the war, and people like her had learned to adapt, to keep moving forward, no matter how broken everything seemed. But something about those two… something about the way they’d looked at her, as though they saw all the layers she kept hidden, made her feel exposed. And she hated it.

𓆸 she hated the way she missed Gale's gentle eyes that held so much admiration and pride for her as he watched her sing . She loathed the way John's eyes always wandered tracing her curves as if he'd seen them himself.

𓆸 and maybe that's why she found herself picking up her telephone and dialling their codes and numbers, her heart lurching through her chest as a raspy 'Hello?" was heard through the small speaker, and she let out a breathy exhale.

𓆸 "Buck?" she asked as she settled on the ground; kicking off her heels and folding her feet underneath her. a gentle smile on her face as she heard rustling in the background.

𓆸"'Y alright there darlin'?" the man asked and she let out a breathy hum as she twirled the loops of the phone cable between her fingers and she gently bit the side of her cheek in contemplation.

𓆸"You havent been coming to see me sing," she hummed into the phone as she attempted to hide the disappointment in her tone; or the way her frown seemed to be heard through the speakers.

𓆸"Do you want me to come see you sing? Thought you wanted space Birdie?" he asked and she tsked as she traced the hem of her dress with her fingertips.

𓆸 “I did,” she conceded, voice softer now, almost hesitant. “But it’s not the same without you there.”

𓆸 A chuckle crackled through the receiver, deep and warm. “That so?”

𓆸 She could picture the smirk tugging at his lips, the way he probably had his free hand resting against his hip, all casual-like. It annoyed her how easily he could play it off, like her words didn’t stir anything in him.

𓆸 “Don’t flatter yourself,” she muttered, rolling her eyes even though he couldn’t see her.

𓆸 “Too late for that, Birdie,” he drawled, voice dipped in honey and teasing. “You miss me, don’t you?”

𓆸 She pressed her lips together, hesitating. The truth sat heavy in her chest, a weight she wasn’t sure she wanted to give him the satisfaction of knowing.

𓆸 “I just don’t like singing to empty seats,” she deflected, her fingers tightening around the phone cord.

𓆸 “Ain’t empty, though,” he countered, voice quieter now. “Just missin’ me.”

𓆸 Her breath hitched slightly, fingers stilling against the hem of her dress.

𓆸 “That a problem?” he pressed.

𓆸 She could hear the shift in his tone, the way it softened just enough to make her chest ache.

𓆸 “No,” she admitted, just above a whisper. “Not a problem.”

𓆸 The line was silent for a moment, save for the faint static of the connection.

𓆸 Then, his voice, low and sure—

𓆸 “I’ll be there tomorrow night.”

𓆸 "Bring fly boy too," she whispered into the receiver.

𓆸 A pause. Then, a scoff, laced with amusement.

𓆸 "John?" Gale muttered, like he had to make sure he’d heard her right.

𓆸 She hummed in confirmation, her nails lightly tapping against the phone’s base. “Haven’t seen him either. Figured you two were joined at the hip.”

𓆸 “You sure about that, Birdie?” His voice was edged with something unreadable, something that made her throat go dry.

𓆸 “Why wouldn’t I be?” she challenged, though the words weren’t as firm as she wanted them to be.

𓆸 A slow inhale on his end. A thoughtful pause.

𓆸 “Alright,” Gale finally said. “I’ll bring him.”

𓆸 She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, nodding to herself. “Good.”

𓆸 “You gonna wear that red dress?”

𓆸 Her breath caught slightly, heart skipping a beat at the way his voice dipped.

𓆸 “You’ll just have to show up and see, won’t you?” she murmured before hanging up, leaving the air between them buzzing with something unspoken.

[jayke0]

Do You Feel... Weird?

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 4, Sex Pollen 

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: sex pollen, chubby reader, yearning finally comes to fruition, friends to lovers, grinding, lots of swearing, protected sex (the pill), p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, fucking everywhere, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,532 (yes they're getting longer)

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"What the fuck was that?" You ask, choking on the fine dust that'd just been blasted in your face.

Marc looks at you with concern and shakes his head. "Shit, I don't know, just stay there ok? Sit down." You feel his large hands push you down till you're sat on the cold stone and you roll your eyes; what's the point of him asking if he's just going to do it anyway?

You shouldn't be mad at him actually, you love how concerned he gets for you when you're on a mission together.

You watch him slink off, which is shortly followed by grunting and crashing and a whole lot of yelling, most of which is Marc's, but eventually he comes back, seemingly choking on the same stuff you'd been at the mercy of.

"Got you too huh?" You chuckle a little, since he always has a bit of a god complex about being able to fight anything and anyone.

"Yeah—" he rubs his throat with a wheeze, "c'mon, lets get the fuck outta here."

The drive home is quiet, but you keep glancing over at the man; is he getting hotter by the second? The way his curls are still sticking to his forehead is something you'd usually fix for him by pushing them out of his face, but right now it's just making you bite your lip. You notice how the veins and muscles in his arms are more prominent.. are they always like that? It's as if his blood is coursing through his body faster and harder than usual. His T-shirt is sticking to his body, exposing his toned chest and arms—

Good God, you wanna fuck him.

You're too busy eyeing him to notice the way that he's glancing at you himself, his eyes quickly switching between the road and your thighs, the way they're squished against the car seat makes his cock twitch in his jeans, and he has to rest his hand on his crotch just to hide his growing bulge.

"Marc, do you feel any... different?" You ask tentatively as you approach your front door. Usually this is when you'd say bye to him, but you just wanna drag him inside and make him fuck you over and over till you can't walk anymore, it's…

"Weird, yeah." He answers, and it's only when your eyes curiously drop to his crotch that you notice he must be feeling the same as you. "Oh, thank fuck." You chuckle; certainly the first time you've been relieved by an unwarranted boner.

"Sorry, I dunno what's wrong with me. Imma go home now, lets just pretend this never happened." He waves his hands wildly, which gives you the opportunity to grab his wrists.

"Please don't go... I—I want you." You mumble to him before slamming your lips into his.

Marc lets out a reassured sigh against your lips as he kisses you back with the same furiosity, his hands cupping your face to keep you there so he can lick into your mouth and taste you better.

Somehow, you make it all the way to your couch without tripping backwards, though maybe Marc's strong grip is enough to keep you from falling, instead pulling you towards himself as he scrambles to sit down and have you on his lap. You pull from his lips just to latch on to his neck and graze your teeth across his tanned skin. "What... was that stuff?" You ask as you lick at the salty skin.

"Dunno... some kinda aphrodisiac I guess." He responds while helping you pull your jacket off and rolling his hips against yours, which in turn makes his cock grind perfectly against your clit even through both of your jeans.

"Fucking hell, Marc," is all you can reply, your nerves feeling like they're on overtime as his tip butts that bundle of nerves. Honestly, you could just grind on him till you cum, but the isatiable feeling to have him inside you seems to be growing stronger by the fucking second.

"Shit, you're fucking hot like this, grinding against my cock, does it make you feel good?" You nod and Marc's hands roam underneath your shirt before pulling it off, exposing your chest spilling out of your bra due to not having readjusted it since the mission. "Oh fuck, your tits are just—" he doesn't get to finish his sentence before he's burying his face between them, biting and sucking whatever flesh he can get his mouth on while his other hand his occupied with groping your hips and tummy.

You groan softly and tug at his shirt to finally take it off as well and reveal his toned body. "Hooooly shit, Marc," you chuckle a little. "God damn, you're beautiful..." Your fingers run up and down his chest before your hands come to rest on his shoulders.

"Fuck me Marc, I need you inside me, like right fucking now."

Marc doesn't waste another second before he's tossing you back on the couch and practically ripping his jeans off. You can see how his cock is throbbing in his boxers and leaving a wet patch of precum, the sight makes your mouth water; if you didn't need him inside you so bad you'd offer to suck him dry instead… maybe later.

He's seemingly resorted to making animalistic grunts and growls as he hungrily scans your body and pulls your jeans down, just with a little more care than he did with his own, but your underwear doesn't get the same treatment. He literally tears them from your body which makes you gasp in surprise, and then whimper, fuck he's so hot like this. 

Somehow, he also manages to wiggle his boxers off during that, exposing his length to you, and fuck is he big. Usually you'd find a man with that size intimidating, but Marc has never looked more attractive to you, and the way his tip weeps for you only makes you squirm more and pull him down into a heated kiss.

"Wait wait..." he pants against the heat of your mouth, "are you on anything?"

You groan, but you know that future you will appreciate the fact he asked. "Yes, so just put it in already." You tug his hips and his cock notches against your clit, making you jolt and whimper and resulting in a moan from the man.

'Finally, fucking finally', you think to yourself as his fat cock slides inside you, stretching you out to the point it makes you tense up.

"I know, I know, just relax. I know it's a stretch... but fuck you're squeezing me so good." Marc moans, sliding deeper inside you until he eventually bottoms out.

You already feel fucked out just from the size of him, but as he draws his hips back and the blunt tip drags along your g-spot, you grip his shoulders to ask him for more; and he obliges.

Marc's pace is relentless, his hips working to fuck you open and practically impale you, and you love every second of it, your cunt twitching and throbbing around him. Your throat feels like it's throbbing as well, what with how loud you're moaning, each time his hips collide with yours it sends sparks through your entire body and yanks a strangled noise out of you.

It's barely been a couple of minutes before you're cumming hard on his cock, clenching around him and causing him to come undone too, filling you with more cum than you've ever felt spill from a guy. You don't feel him go soft though, instead it feels like he gets impossibly harder, and he gives you pleading eyes.

"Please baby, fuck it feels so good, lemme fill you up again." He says breathlessly.

"Ok, give it to me Marc, over and over." You reply, and he draws another orgasm out of you in just a matter of minutes.

You continue like that for the rest of the evening, you're bodies slapping together and filling your apartment with filthy noises while you use almost every surface available to you.

You fuck over the arm of the couch, Marc groping and marking the flesh on your ass and thighs as he ruins you from behind and makes you grip the couch pillows so hard it could tear the material. Even the floor isn't safe; you'd migrated to it after your legs gave out and couldn't hold you up any longer, so he simply laid you down with your ass in his lap and fucked you like that.

After hours, the effects finally start to wear off and you both end up collapsing on the couch again, this time to sleep. When you wake up you're greeted with a now fully dressed Marc cleaning you up gently. 

"Don't move, don't want you straining yourself, just stay there, ok?" He pats your thigh and helps you pull a new shirt on "I'll look after you, it's the least I can do."

'Maybe I should go on more missions with him', you think to yourself as you close your eyes again, a big smile spreading across your face.

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra @queerponcho

[angyo]

HOT DAMN ik i already said a bit abt csm 167 but i keep thinking of more extremely interesting shit here and the sheer inner turmoil in the shared body of asa and yoru

I was wrong, it's not yoru masterminding this. Maybe she is, but we've already got so many hints that yoru and asa are starting to rub off on each other, w/ yoru feeling asa's emotions and asa getting more nonchalant about death and killing. Everything until now has been a relatively clean merge, something neither of them even notices too much.

But denji is a jagged edge. Asa and yoru have very different approaches to love and interpersonal relationships. Asa being a sex repulsed and desperately lonely romantic and yoru being the embodiment of war, uninterested in love, & intimacy only being violence (because war).

The merging can't go unnoticed anymore, it's not just massaging red play doh into blue play doh anymore. Their feelings regarding denji and chainsaw man are so different and entirely irreconcilable the merge is hacking off a hand and painstakingly sewing each individual nerve and vein to the end of a fraying rope.

Here yoru is her usual uncaring self. Denji wants to lose his cock, so be it. Who cares, she's war, she's done worse and feelings never got in her way before.

When denji knocks the knife away that's a very asa face and reaction despite the scars showing it's clearly yoru. Yoru isn't this clumsy. It's not like denji peeled her hand open, he knocked it away and yoru wouldn't have such a loose grip on a weapon.

Yoru is shocked. This shouldn't feel too different from any other fight for her, why is she so shocked? I thought she was unaffected by emotion, so why would she feel even a second of confusion about hurting denji? It's like she's shocked at herself, and she reasserts herself by doubling down on the violence and gripping his balls. Doubt isn't like her, it must be a fluke. She'll finish it quick.

Once again, that is an Asa face with the yoru scar, immediately followed by yoru attempting to regain herself

And failing. This is yoru, why is she so confused? If she wanted to assault denji it wouldn't be unwarranted from War, but there's emotion in that kiss. She looks so shocked when she pulls back, this isn't yoru's idea nor is it asa's. Again it wouldn't be surprising if war decided to idk assert dominance by assaulting denji, but if that was her goal she'd be as confident and unphased as she usually is in fights. At worst she'd be angry if he didn't go along with it, but panicky? Confused? That's not like her

She's too emotionally involved to be yoru, but too sexual to be asa. This is the ugly joint of fraying rope and nerve endings. A girl neither asa nor yoru recognize as themselves and one they can't control as individuals. They are merging, but they can't merge into 1 whole person, they're so diametrically opposed in their views of interpersonal relationships that they can't fuse cleanly together and instead their jagged edges get smushed together with such force it makes a 3rd person they mutually hate and are unable to control.

Finally they split again and asa is so deeply fearful she takes over again. But despite losing the scar she keeps the horseman eyes, and the paneling splits her in half implying we are seeing both of their reactions here. And despite having seemingly been in control and making the decision to assault denji, asa and Yoru are equally terrified by what just happened.

This wasn't yoru raping denji then leaving asa to handle it. God that'd almost be better since at least then asa could blame her, but she can't. This was the ugly frankenstein joinery of yoru and asa acting here. Both individuals lost control of their shared body entirely while their desires were mangled and reshaped into something they find mutually disgusting but are forced to feel as enjoyment. Yoru experiences sensation and emotion she considers so far below her and is terrified by this loss of her devil nature. And asa is lost in indulgence of violent sexuality the likes of which she never could've previously imagined enjoying, let alone forcing onto the only person who ever gave a shit.

As a person she is so deeply concerned with morality and righteousness she won't even cross a red crosswalk with no cars around at night, but she's been forced to commit a crime so heinous as rape against the boy she likes and gain enjoyment from it.

It's so deeply violating not just of her agency but her existence as an individual it's hard to define in words, but i can only imagine asa scrambling away. Frantically she screams at yoru for fucking it all up so badly, only for yoru to be equally as scared and disgusted. This wasn't yoru's doing. This devil that has had such tight control of her for so long is completely clueless as to what the fuck even happened or why and points at asa because if it's not yoru it's asa yeah? But if they look deep inside themselves, they'll see that their reflection isn't them. Neither of them know who this is, and they can't talk to her or control her even as they get sucked into this singularity.

[convexicalcrow]

"Kneel."

The ConVex Cathedral was cold, and the stone was as hard as it ever was as Cub knelt before the altar. The voices of the Vex were dancing all over the walls, creating a cacophany of presence. But who was he to refuse a summons? If the Vex needed him, of course he would respond.

"I obey."

"You do, when you are not beholden to that filth."

Cub shivered. Okay, so maybe he'd let the skulk obsession get a little out of hand, but it was fine, right? He was fine. He was cured. Pix and False cured him, he went back through the Rift with everyone else, he was fine. He was Fine.

"Remember who you serve first."

Cub felt his body pushed down against the stone by some invisible force as a stinging pain flooded through him. He had been waiting for this, if he was honest. The Vex had ignored him for the rest of the season, and now that the season was over, well. It was time for his reckoning. There was a small whisper from the skulk, of course, but he ignored it.

"How can I make things right?"

"We have a plan for you. See."

Images filled his head of Grian and himself working on something. Lots of pieces of paper with the word 'permit' on them. That did ring a bell about something Grian had said earlier after the season was done, but not enough to remember, not in this moment.

"He will become a Vex."

"Nah, I- he'd never agree to that. Besides, we're not that close. Scar would have a better chance."

"But Scar is not here, and Scar did not forsake us."

"So I don't have a choice."

"He will become a Vex."

Cub understood he had no choice here. The Vex had decided Grian needed to become a Vex, and it was Cub's job to make it happen. Okay, he might have exaggerated how close they were, but he still hung out more with Scar. But, well. He'd wait and see what happened when the new season began. See if Grian wanted his help with something. That'd be his in, if they had a shared project to work on.

"Go now. Do not forget that you belong to us."

"Yes, of course."

Cub almost got to his feet before the Vex yanked him up and shoved him backwards out of the Cathedral. Clearly, they were still angry at him. And, to be fair, maybe he did deserve it, just a little bit. He turned away from the Cathedral, and closed his eyes, returning to his body.

-

Cub forgot all about that conversation by the time Grian approached him once the new season had started. He'd been so busy with the early game grind, he'd forgotten all about the Vex and what they had asked of him. At least, until Grian turned up, needing his help.

"You know like, everything about the resources in the world, right? You can help with the permits. I'm sure I've forgotten half of them," Grian said, handing him a list.

"I mean, sure? I'll take a look," Cub said.

"Thanks, Cub. I can't think of anyone else with the amont of knowledge you have. I'd appreciate all the help I can get," Grian said.

And that was how he spent the rest of the day, pouring over lists with Grian, sorting them into tiers based on previous seasons' experiences with the shopping district, and hoping like hell it all felt balanced.

They crashed, asleep, close to dawn, making a makeshift bed in the hole they'd dug as a base. Cub remembered his orders as Grian curled up beside him, resting his head on his chest. What had felt like just doing Grian a favour had become a partnership. He was in it for the long haul now. He just hoped he could find the right time to Vexify him, by choice if at all possible. A prankster like Grian was perfect for the Vex. They'd get along famously. But he wouldn't act right away. The timing had to be perfect. Let them just work on the permits and get them all set up and running, and he'd evaluate then.

The worst thing was, he couldn't tell Scar. And he usually told him everything about the Vex and their plans. But they didn't want this shared, and Grian wanted the permits to be private until they were ready to launch. So he was stuck in silence, compartmentalising his memories and knowledge of the permits and the Vex's plans away from Scar. A Vex never works alone, hey? Well, there was always an exeption to the rule.

[darkkitty1208]

Thinking about reigen and mob again. A bit sleepy so this'll read really oddly.

Do you ever just think about how reigen doesn't actually know how much influence he's given to mob since day one. Like he always claims he's his mentor and always says he's given mob the best advice anyone ever could in his position, but i don't think he even believes it.

I'm a firm believer that reigen doesn't believe in his own lies. He may come off as confident when spewing them out and he knows he can fool others but he can't fool himself. That's what his character's all about; he knows he's a fraud. It's his career, fgs. He knows nothing he says is ever true and he hates himself for it.

So i don't think he fully realises how much his words stuck to mob. It was literally the back bone of the series' arcs. NONE of the things that happened would have happened or been the way that it was if reigen had never met mob and taken up his role as a 'mentor' of sorts. Mob actually learnt more from reigen than he could ever believe. Mob wouldn't have approached any of the villains with compassion and no intent to harm them if it wasn't reigen who told him not to use his powers against people/for harmful purposes. Mob wouldn't have such a strong moral ground (or, well, as strong) if reigen hadn't told him being a good person was enough the first day they met. Even in the hanazawa teruki arc it was CLEAR that his actions stemmed from reigen's words.

Reigen is (mostly) the reason mob is the way that he is. He literally helped shape mob to becoming a better person and he doesn't even fully realise it. That's why he's an important character that drives the plot even if subtly. Which is also why I'm a little upset that the series treats him as comic relief a majority of the time and why i hold the separation arc so, so very close to my chest because it gives us so much depth to reigen's character.

Another reason the separation arc was really important to the story is cos there's an almost-parallel in the way reigen told mob he just needed to be a good person to be enough and the scene where mob told him that he sees reigen as who he is: a good person. And it just twists and pulls at my heartstrings how the words probably meant so much for someone with such low self-esteem. That scene is absolutely VITAL because it was probably one of the reasons reigen confronted and revealed his 'true self' to mob in the ???% arc.

It's because he realises mob sticks with him despite everything because mob views him as a good person, not because of the lie that he's also a psychic or the empty promise that'd he'd be an exceptional mentor to develop and train mob's powers. And i fully believe reigen feels the same way towards mob; maybe at first he had used him and his powers, but along the line he clearly grows affection and cares about mob too deeply and doesn't see him differently with or without his powers.

And that realisation is what led to mob calming down when he went berserk in the ???% arc. And isn't it just brilliant how that's literally the same thing mob's been doing to other villains???

Two common themes in the series are 1. Second chances and 2. Emotional repression and (eventually) connection/revelation. In most of the arcs mob gives the antagonists a 'second chance' to become a better person and make them want to choose a better path by emotionally connecting to them, like how he shows teru he doesn't need his powers to have some semblance of 'worth' or how he shows suzuki that they are one and the same and choosing a better path won't ruin your life or make it any less good.

I say 'emotional repression' as a common theme because there are characters who shut their feelings out and instead fill The Void with other things (Dimple wanting recognition/acknowledgement and thinking he could achieve that through becoming a god) or characters who want to seem like they're Worth Something (Teru, Suzuki, other (ex) Claw members) or having the desire to seem like a better person and thus hide their true selves/put on a facade due to incredibly low self-esteem (Reigen). Mob made them all realise they don't need to do the things they do in favour of fulfilling that negative, unprocessed feelings.

There is an irony in the way that it also applies to mob. He's been repressing his powers his whole life because he loathes and is fearful of that part of himself, and if that's not a metaphor to emotional repression then I don't know what is. And reigen ALSO loathing a part of himself led to the confrontation scene at the climax of the ???% arc because mob sees himself REFLECTED in reigen and knows it takes courage to reveal that part and accept it as part of yourself which means that he's ALLOWED to embrace that part of himself TOO and it's just. That parallel between their characters is just. I'm. I am so. I just. And it's just. I think it. I just. It's very. I. Does this even. Does this. Make any sense. Can anyone hear me. Hello is anyone there do you see what i'm trying to say here guys im literally breaking down over this please oh my god can't you see how much fucking. How this is. Can't you see do you get it do you understand CAN ANYONE HEAR ME

[whennoodlesformwords]

One Joongdok Order To Go (arcade flavor)

had the idea of just posting these plot ideas as little food orders because I tend to add sidenotes and really enjoy them but sometimes they're optional to a plot so they can be little side dishes to a plot and this is how I got here. We'll see how this goes. this also got super long im sorry it was supposed to be short i swear

Y'know those arcade games with the joystick and how there's different ways to hold them? Y'know that one way where you cup the ball on the joystick from underneath and kinda curl your fingers around it from the bottom and instead of jerking it around from the top you kinda curl your fingers in and it gives more precise and measured movements or something and lots of arcade regulars use it a lot?

Well, kdj is a soda boi / food server in this (maybe early 2000's? when were arcades and pin ball machines and all that super popular) somewhat retro arcade and has to always deal with gum stuck to the bottom of machines and whiny kids and all sorts of annoying people with complicated orders (hsy just makes up food things and he lowkey enjoys seeing what she'll order next just so he has an excuse to make something up and waste some time and she knows he enjoys it too)

but no client is as stuck up or obnoxious or arrogant or annoying or handsome or utterly unbearable as this black haired guy who comes to the arcade every (insert day) of the week and buys out his entire stock of game prizes. From all the games. And constantly maintains his high score on all the machines.

Pinball, combat, claw, dance, shooter, even those little gambling ones that require precise timing and a fuckton of luck.

He never fails to strike fear in all the other employees, and comes often enough that everyone else refuses to work on his specific time slot that he decides is 'terrorize the local arcade' hour (it's never an hour, kim dokja counted all the time and it went maybe 4 and a half hours on a good day) and it leaves kdj with a double pay shift for about five hours on this specific day of the week.

The best part is everyone knows they saddle this random game terror with kdj regularly, but they lowkey kinda ship it for that exact reason (uriel started the trend and made sure everyone signed a contract making sure kdj didn't get help unless it was absolutely crucial before they could enter the ginormous betting pool on when they're getting together. The manager is even in on it *namgung minyoung maybe? that'd be hilarious* and rumor has it whoever wins gets half of the arcade business alongside her mysterious heir) and kdj hates all of his coworkers for it

yjh has an absolute mean streak and has been banned from every arcade in a 10 mile radius from his house, except this one, and he has always been very suspicious of why and the reason of why it's so empty of employees every time he comes over. Through the words of his mentor, he must hone his gaming skills in other ways besides his online gaming setup, so he started frequenting arcades to get a more hands on gaming approach.

Until they all kicked him out. It's sort of extra that Mia came home the other day to a poster with his name and picture on it saying he's wanted dead or alive, but all the owners would've had to do is email his company head. It's not like he wanted to play them out of prizes. Luckily, his mentor has been able to take all the prizes he won and do something with them (he doesn't know what) but at least she's more happy that his gaming skills have gotten better.

Sides/bonus points(not really):

namgung minyoung doesn't have to be the mentor but imagine the chaos if she was

the whole reason i wanted to write this was bc the image of kdj drooling over yjh hand movements as he plays with the joystick is just too good to pass up (works both smut and fluff in that way, but also so much crack if he develops a hand kink

sys and lgy can also visit kdj and get free drinks and food or he babysits them since the arcade is close to his apartment

yjh can glare and disapprove of kdj horrible creations that he makes outside of the arcade menu and kdj just looks at him like '?'

hsy and kdj have a streak going on of who can make the most convoluted order and who can actually deliver it, so kdj has a little bit of cooking knowledge, but sometimes he chooses to not use it

valentine's day at the arcade you get to order a cute little cake but you have to share it with someone but kdj is just grumpy and hates it and has to deal with these couples himself and yjh and mia come over but mia wants a cake for herself and yjh doesnt know what else to do so he tells kdj he wants to share a cake with him and makes kdj have a crisis for like 5 whole minutes (its an hour to kdj) and when he serves it up yjh goes point blank and says 'i lied' and slides it over to mia and now kdj has a Grudge

[fictoweirdoesten]

I was listening to-

And was having a little MV in my head of a highschool A.U. with the boys and MC.

Maybe if l wasn't so lazy I'd actually go through with this and write a slice of life fanfic based on it, because I genuinely find the idea to be quite interesting (and Rafayel/Xavier and Caleb/Sylus are way too cute to me)

too bad I can't draw/animate because that'd be even better-

Xavier✨️

Basically Tanaka from Tanaka-kun is Always Listless. Asleep 24/7 in class (and out of class) and is often carried a lot by Sylus (after MC begged Sylus to carry him between classes because the two share most classes together and she doesn't want Xavier to get in trouble for being late again).

Xavier often gets poked and teased by Rafayel...a lot, but he's too tired to care. He finds himself being Rafayel's art-subject a lot but Rafayel makes up for it by giving him $5 to spend on snacks during lunch.

After school, when he isn't doing homework or playing an MMO with his friend Jeremiah...he's sleeping.

Caleb will often give Xavier the most meat on his plate whenever he cooks for him and the others.

Zayne will often scold him for sleeping in so much. Xavier also begs Zayne to do his homework when he's too tired to, the only time his begging ever works is if he has any sweets to exchange.

Rafayel🪼

The school's princess prince. Full of himself, thinks he's the best and acts like a total diva.

Rafayel is apart of the art club and the swim team, and makes a living off of selling his art. Despite how vain he is, he still has a group of female fans at school that worship him. Of course, he enjoys the attention, but he could care less about the love letters and confessions he often receives from anyone bold enough to approach him.

He's known for being the closest to two people: Xavier and MC, and rumors spread about him dating one of the two (some even saying he's dating both).

He's often bratty with MC, enjoying the way she gets annoyed whenever he pouts and whines about something. He isn't a total ass to her though, as he often spoils her whenever he can with his hard-earned money, and let's her spend as many coins as she wants on the crane game in the arcade.

Xavier is the only LI that can handle Rafayel, mainly because Xavier's too exhausted to tell him to go away. Rafayel treats Xavier as his own doll, bringing him everywhere he goes and being quite physically affectionate with him more than MC (because he's too anxious to be affectionate with her). Unknown to the both of them however, the fujo's at their school have taken quite a liking to their friendship and study their every interaction...

Zayne❄️

Zayne is the typical straight a student focusing on his grades so he can get into a good college as he gets closer to his goal in becoming a surgeon. He's in the debate club so it'd look good on his record, but he could care less about socializing with others. He often ice skates before and after school to calm himself down whenever his classes overwhelm him.

MC loves to spy on him sometimes as he skates, noting how he looks like a swan dancing on ice. Zayne gets flustered whenever he catches her watching him, but they usually skate together afterwards.

Zayne isn't close with any of the LI's, but isn't annoyed by them either...well, except Caleb. In his eyes, Caleb is the typical loverboy who isn't up to any good. He hates when Caleb teases him about ice skating, but he mistakes Caleb's light teasing for mocking. Despite being annoyed by Caleb, he's often around him the most since Caleb is around MC the most, so he's forced to get used to his presence.

Caleb🍎

The jock of the group. Dreams of joining the airforce so he has to get that body in shape beforehand. Star of the basketball team and has many female and male admirers. There isn't a time when Caleb is alone before or after school...

But Caleb...doesn't enjoy the attention, at all. In fact, he could care less if he did or didn't have any friends, and he isn't interested in getting a girlfriend despite his male peers pressuring him to get one.

...Well, except for MC. He adores her. Always walking her to and from school. Always cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her. Always watching out for any boys that approaches her and quickly turning them away. The only men he trusts around her are the other LI's, because he knows they have good intentions, but still keeps an eye on them regardless...

...and one LI he keeps an eye on most is Sylus, because Sylus keeps an eye on him too.

After school Sylus often finds Caleb out on the school's rooftop, drifting into space and contemplating on things. Sylus finds the sight intriguing, watching the popular jock turn into a brooding mess when no one's around.

Sylus teased Caleb at first, and it quickly turned into a fist fight with how easily Caleb can get riled up. It excited Sylus, but after seeing how strong Caleb was the first time, he gained respect for Caleb and stopped messing with the man after that, instead offering him a soda whenever he finds him on the rooftop alone. The two of them often sit in silence together, their company comforting enough to each other.

Zayne sees Caleb as a rival, but Caleb isn't intimidated at all by Zayne, in fact, he quite admires the man. He's got brains, for starters, and Caleb often falls behind in his academics in comparison. He sees the way the man skates on the ice, and finds it fascinating, not funny or lame, but he can't help but tease the man anyway, especially enjoying how flustered Zayne gets by his teasing.

Sylus🐦‍⬛

The school's notorious delinquent. Misses classes often and ditches to hang out behind the convenience store with a soda and bag of chips beside him. Gets into fights with people often jealous of him for petty reasons and easily wins every time (well, except with Caleb). Takes boxing lessons after school and dreams of becoming a pro-boxer one day.

MC first caught his eye when a group of boys one day decided to antagonize and harass her. He watched from the side, getting ready to cut in at any moment before he saw her swing at one of the men and knock him down. Sylus had front row seats to the show, watching as she took down the rest, and ending it by letting out a "whew" as if it was nothing.

Sylus approached her with a smirk, commenting on her strength as he handed her his unopened can of soda, which she quickly took and chugged down in seconds. This was the start of their friendship.

Other than MC, Sylus hangs out with Caleb sometimes after school. Besides finding Caleb intriguing, Caleb is a good fighter as well, and Sylus often brings Caleb into his own fights, fights in which Caleb doesn't mind being brought into. They have an unspoken bond between them. Anyone would glance at the two walking beside each other and think they're peers and nothing more.

Sylus also has two freshmen admirers: Luke and Kieran. He often dismissed the boys whenever they tried to be friendly with him, but they're persistent. One day he gives in and lets them follow him, but speaking isn't allowed, which they're totally okay with.

Sylus also has a pet crow that visits his apartment every so often. It shows up at MC's doorstep or window sometimes, and Caleb likes to feed it when it visits.

MC (lets call her Bella for now)🎀

Bella is your typical shoujo girlie. Feminine, a bit of a dork but loveable and smart and kind. She struggles as much as she strives. She's in the environmental club, apart of the girl's volleyball team, and has a decent group of friends (besides the LI's).

She gets along with all of the LI's equally, but her friends often tease her about who she'll chose to be her boyfriend. Plot-twist? She loves them, but she doesn't care to date any of them, and it turns into a reverse-harem of the boys chasing after her while she lives her life and focuses on her academics, unaware that they're even into her to begin with.

when the last(?) love interest arrives I'll (hopefully) remember to update this...

As for the uniforms, I was thinking of a simple light brown cardigan over a white blouse/dress shirt with black pants/skirt and some loafers-

Xavier would get his cardigan oversized.

Rafayel would wrap the cardigan around his waist and show up to class in a skirt sometimes just to be rebellious and show off.

Zayne would wear the uniform as intended, neat and well-fitted.

Caleb would ditch the cardigan and often hang it on his shoulder and have a chain connected to his pants somewhere.

Sylus gets in trouble often for not following the dress code and wearing a tank top instead of a shirt, a leather jacket instead of a cardigan, or platinum boots instead of the loafers.

and that is all...for now :)

[daflangstlairde-art]

"Starstruck"

Part 2 of whenever, wherever (we'll always be together)

Fanfic summary:

“And yet a trace of the true self exists in the false self.” — Dust has forgotten what it's like to be cared for, it seems. Red wishes he could remind him.

Chapter 1, 2,424 words

Content warnings and further information on ao3.

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Red woke up at what his phone told him was 1 p.m., so: early as balls by his standards. Usually he preferred to sleep in even later given how late work could run, but whatever, he'll live. Maybe he’ll take a power nap later. 

He exhaled, rubbing his eyes open to the low light of day. Thank fuck for thick curtains. 

Now. Why was Red awake so early?

The answer came to him with the quiet clatter of a fork against a plate, and just as quiet muttering. He looked to the side where Dust was sitting up, legs crossed, a plate with half eaten lasagna in his lap. Probably the remains of last night.

“–rude to eat it or not to eat it? you’re scrambling my brain here,” with a chuckle. A pause. Red couldn't see his expression, since he’d put on his jacket as soon as it was washed last night and hadn't taken the hood off since. “...sure it does, in the pasta,” 

Wait, wha...? 

“huh?” Red mumbled, mid yawn. Dust’s face turned to him, luckily not all that startled. 

“oh hey,” he acknowledged, “morning,” 

“mornin’,” Red returned, voice scratchy. The dude seemed chiller today. Carrying himself with a bit more ease, even if it felt oddly... detached from the present. “you on the phone or somethin’?” he asked. Or maybe Dust was practicing jokes, that'd be swell to see.

Dust just stared at him in response. No emotional reaction. That same permanent grin. 

From outside, Red could hear the muffled sounds of distant traffic. People busy with the day. It was sunnier today, too.

“how long have you been awake?” Red asked, groaning as he pushed himself to sit up. Yawning again. 

Dust looked back at his plate, sorta just tapping the fork idly, no eating being done. 

“eh, you know how it is,” Dust shrugged with the easy-going non-answer. “i’m too lazy to sleep, hah,”

“feel free to make yourself at home,” Red welcomed, dragging over his slippers and dragging himself to his feet. He had a feeling he wouldn't get any additional sleep for the moment. “food’s yours, shower’s yours, whatever you need,” he continued while hunting down where the fuck he tossed his semi-clean socks. 

Dust didn't reply, but Red could feel his gaze on his back. Watching him as he moved around the bedroom. 

If he was expecting Red to mention anything about last night, he better be prepared for disappointment. Red wasn't approaching any of that on his own initiative, not if Dust didn't. It was Dust that instigated it anyway. 

Though Red hated this unsettled air between them. He missed how easy it was to hang out with Sans. He couldn't decipher whether it was different now because Dust was different, or because of how Red was taking his change. 

...Not that it was a bad change. Frankly, Dust was sexier than ever in Red’s eyes. Smokin’ hot like a fired gun, hah. But it wasdifferent. 

It was kinda... pleasantly domestic though. Wakin’ up in the middle of the day, hazy with sleep; slits of light through the curtains and the sound of Dust’s voice. It wasn't anything, ‘course. Just being hospitable to a guest. A very close friend. 

(Even if Red quietly wanted it to be something.)

Anyway.

“boss has work ‘til the afternoon,” Red started, putting on his own jacket. “but that's about when i leave for mine. won’t be back until, uh... pretty late,” although the club had somewhat flexible hours, that was certain.

“work?” Dust questioned.

“yeah,” Red turned to him. He was still just sitting hunched on the mattress, holding the plate with the lasagna like he was gonna eat it. “bouncer. edge’s basically a firefighter, how hilarious is that?” Red snorted. 

It was a bit difficult, dealing with life up here when they’d had no government IDs, nothin’. But they were figuring it out. While Undyne predictably brute-forced her way into police business, Papyrus quickly realized that wasn't to his taste. The sap wanted something to actually help people with, and preferably something that paid, not just all the volunteer work he did. And he could stick up for other monsters like this, be a pillar of the community, raise humans’ opinion of monsterkind, yada yada. A lot of pros to it, which was unsurprising, him and his strategy.

And who wouldn't want someone without lungs and with magic to help around?

Red had no such aspirations, but the boss would chew his ass thrice over if he didn't get at least some job. And ‘pparently humans found even a shortstack like him pretty intimidating. Not that your size or strength mattered much when you could grab some violent drunk by the soul to kick ‘em out. 

It was all that, and they still technically worked for the King.

(...Sadly the different schedules meant he and Edge didn't see one another much.)

Dust let out a noncommittal hum in response.

“anyway, that just means you ain't being ditched alone in here, more often than not gon’ be one of us at the apartment. let us know if you need anything,” Red finished what he’d intended to say. 

“right,” Dust acknowledged, though it wasn't quite a confirmation. He was looking away.

—

...Yeah so maybe Red was cleaning while Dust was smokin’ on the balcony. 

Y'know, just... a bit of his room. It was going slow. And annoying. But he was making it a little tidier. Currently shoving away whatever junk and clothes remained on his mattress, to straighten out the sheet. So Dust would have a nicer place to sleep. 

Not that Dust seemed to particularly care. Red knew Sans was almost as bad as him. There was just little point to it all, huh? Why bother when it would just get dirty again? 

But still. Red wanted to. He wanted Dust to feel, like... comfy and shit. If that meant finally sorting what clothes are for the wash and what ain't, so be it. Red’ll survive. 

...It was fuckin’ annoying though. It's already been like two hours, this is more than enough for today by his measure. He wanted to go smoke with Dust. 

On the way there, Red took a detour to heat up that lasagna leftovers, carrying them out and placing them on the plastic table. 

Dust wasn't sitting on the chair though. He was at the railing, elbows propped on it, hunched. Smoking cigarette between his two fingers. Red couldn't see his expression from the hood, but he was clearly lookin’ over the city. Red stood away for a moment, observing him. Trying to read him from the way he held himself. 

A wound-up tension, the calm type. Red just couldn't get the image of an ambush predator in wait out of his head. Lethal stillness and precision. 

Something had offset Dust’s affect. Wriggled up his contentment from the morning. 

Red leaned over the railing to look down too, but he didn't see anything particularly offensive. Just buildings, stores, cars, people. Someone walking their barking puppy, a klaxon momentarily blared, unintelligible music from somewhere. Regular shit.

...Except... except it wasn't, was it? Not for Dust.Up until yesterday, presumably Dust was stuck in that hellish fuckin’ loop. And now he was here. Watching all those humans below. 

Shit. 

Alright, maybe it was fine. Red was gonna stay level about this. No need to freak out if Dust wasn't. It was just them, the city, and the cold autumn air between ‘em.

“edge’ll have a fit if you don't eat his pasta,” Red leaned back against the railing. 

Dust’s head ticked towards him, likely brought out of his thoughts by Red’s presence. 

Instead of replying, Dust raised his hand and took a drag, exhaling the gray smoke. Red couldn't be too mad at him — it was a great sight. He supposed the city was kinda cool too, or something.

“they’re just...” Dust spoke quietly, forcing Red to put all his attention on him in order to hear (as if his attention was anywhere else). “...going about their day, huh?” Dust’s free hand curled against the banister. 

“yeahp,” Red replied, mostly to prompt him to speak further. “just livin’ their lives,”

“...someone should do something about that,” Dust chuckled quietly. Cold. 

“what, y’ gonna wipe out the whole human race?” Red kept himself calm. 

“stars, i wish,” Dust said, almost wistful. Seems he wouldn't stop reminding Red that he was speakin’ to a mass murderer. He was lucky Red found that more impressive than worrisome. 

(Contrary to Dust's words, however, here he was, definitely not doing anything about the matter. So it seems there was more to it. It wasn't quite hatred for the entirety of human kind.)

“the fuckers will ensure it bites us in the ass if they overhear one of theirs, hah, bit the dust,” Red mentioned. It’d been a bit of a problem after they were freed — monsters were so used to violence and humans weren't exactly kind and accepting. An explosive concoction. 

“i don't care,” Dust growled out, gripping the railing and hunching even further forward. Red was surprised by the sudden intensity of his words. “i don't care how innocent they are. i don't care it isn't going to fix anything. i don't care that they're probably some normal randos, that they're not that... thing,” he spat, with the tome of someone who does, in fact, care. It was personal, then.

Red didn't interrupt him, mostly because Dust clearly needed to get this out of his system, and only a little bit because there was a creepy fucking undertone of humorless laughter to the words.

“i was a moron!” Dust exclaimed, breathy, with an audible grin, the unsettling type, “to think i could overpower it! sure, i killed that kid countless times, but it wasn't even them that was responsible! in the end, what worked was making it bored,” he was laughing, shit. Was this another... episode like that fuckery from yesterday? 

Keep Dust away from humans, Red mentally noted to himself. 

He felt just as clueless on what to do. He didn't touch Dust, ‘cause that might make it a hundred times worse. What the hell was he supposed to say? 

“your lasagna’s gettin’ cold again,” because food is comfort, food is stability, food is magic and health and life. Having food was a clear distinction to the many times they didn't have such a privilege.

Dust just barked a laugh, ash falling from his cigarette with the suddenness. 

And then in a snap, Red’s soul was blue and there were a dozen sharpened bone bullets in his face. 

Yeesh. That could take out someone’s eye.

Though his metaphorical heart was racing, Red didn't move an inch. He wasn't unused to fear tactics and shows of intimidation. He just stared at Dust, standing in front of him now. Face dark, eye lights unstable. 

“if you wanted somethin’ else to eat you coulda just said so,” Red quipped, trying to be chill about this. The sharp, sharp points of the bullets inched closer to his face. Extremely precise control of positioning. Red forced his gaze away from them and back to Dust again.

Dust just stared at him. 

“what the hell is your angle?” he demanded, voice low. 

“my angel? just look in the mirror,” Red replied immediately, grinning smug at the pause in Dust’s glowering. He returned to it just as fiercely less than a second later. 

“i drop in, out of nowhere, reeking of monster dust,” Dust bulldozed over Red’s dumbassery, “and you, what, serve me food?” 

Red shrugged. “what do you want me to do? newsflash, babe, yer not unique,” 

Dunk’s head snapped back with a laugh, hand on his face. 

“oh yeah! i forgot you're buddy-buddy with a ton of mass murderers!” he replied, all sharp sarcasm. 

“you’d be surprised,” Red returned, neutral. 

“oh please,” Dust rolled his eyes, “you’re not even a little worried that i’ll go out of control?”

“it sounds to me yer worried about it enough for both of us,” 

“i could dust you with a single attack,” Dust whispered, his stare blazing through Red.

“not gonna give me at least two?” 

“i could dust your brother with a single attack.” 

Red shut his yapper real quick.

...Fuck.

Dust’s grin widened mean. 

“struck a nerve?” he leaned closer, the joke mocking. 

Red’s soul was kinda trying to beat out of his ribcage. 

Dust dissipated the bones, knowing damn well his looming presence was a whole lot more terrifying. Red couldn't look away from the magic swirling in his eyes. Couldn't even hear the rest of the world anymore. He was sweating, gripping the railing. But he wasn't teleporting away yet. 

If Dust wanted to kill him, Red would be dust ages ago. Yet here he was, alive. But what the hell was Dust’s goal with this scare bullshit?

He didn't get a chance to reply though, since,

“OKAY i GET it,” Dust snapped to his right. “at least be– no, you keep saying one thing and then the complete opposite–” he argued with a huff. 

Red blinked. Hesitantly, he turned his head slightly to the left, where Dust had faced. Looking through the corner of his vision. 

Nothin’ there. Just the air. Not even a neighbor too curious for their own good. Not even a pigeon. 

“uh...” Red cleared his throat, and Dust’s attention returned to him. He pulled back, hands shoved in his pockets. Apparently his vibe got killed (hah) by... whatever that was. 

“whatever,” Dust muttered with an exhale, turning his back to Red. “not like any of this matters anyway.” he spoke airily, suddenly back to detached. 

Red watched him open the glass door and walk back inside. Leaving him just... out here. Like that hadn't just happened. 

Red sighed out the tension, using the railing as support. Jeeez! Get yourself a man who leaves you weak in the knees, metaphorical heart racing, sweaty and breathing hard, huh?

(Fuck, it was hot. Maybe Red really was a freak, sue him! Dust was hot as a bitch.)

Not fun getting his brother threatened like that though. 

...Well, to be fair. Dust didn't exactly threaten him. More like... pointed out the obvious. Dust could kill them both easy. 

But that's nothing new. It's always been about simply keepin’ yourself within the circle of the strongest, whether that’s yourself or your associates, your pack, your family. 

So the question ended up... was Dust on their side? Or was he a threat?

[jeonwonoow]

Chapter 3. A love triangle

warnings: just kissing lol

taglist: @miraes-world @viewvuu

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"Where do you think are you taking me?" You ask Wonwoo as he drags you out of the building, to the parking lot. He stops but he doesn't let you go, tightening his grip on you even. "Let go of me or I'll scream."

Your threat didn't make him budge a bit. Wonwoo only looked at you, eyebrows a little furrowed. "If I proved to you that I never cheated and I didn't get Yubin pregnant, does it even matter anymore? You seem like you wanna live without knowing the whole truth at this point, Y/N. I'm trying. I still am. You weren't the only one in pain. I never planned - hell, I never even thought about losing you."

You looked down and he slowly let go of your wrist. That action made your heart ache a thousand times more. You wanted him to let go of you but you also wanted him to hold you, and he did the first one. "I chose her because I thought I got her pregnant too. I never chose her because I wanted her. I had you. I only wanted to be with you. But remember? Neither of us didn't want to take away that child's chance to grow up with a family.

"Y/N, I still love you. I never stopped." It's true. He would always ask Soonyoung for help although he never showed up until now because Wonwoo knew you still felt this way, that you'd still react like how you did the first couple of his attempts to apologize. "Tell me, do you still...do you still want me?"

"I don't wanna be a homewrecker, Wonwoo." You gulp, still looking on the ground.

"You didn't answer my question," he says, voice lower. "Say it. To my face." You kept your mouth shut and turned away from him. "Y/N," Wonwoo calls again. "Are you gonna shut me out again?"

"I don't-" your voice cracks and your eyes find the comforting gaze of Myungho who's approaching with Mingyu. "I don't wanna ruin a relationship."

"He wasn't mine. The child. I didn't marry Yubin." You don't know how many times you've heard it from Soonyoung and Hayoon, but hearing it from him squeezed your heart so hard. But you were selfish, too prideful to accept it no matter how sincere Wonwoo sounded. You walked into Myungho's arms as if what Wonwoo said did not matter.

"Why?" Myungho asks softly as he strokes the back of your head, while Mingyu walks up to his friend, giving him a man hug before dragging him away but Wonwoo's eyes don't leave you, taking in the pain seeing you hugging that man whom he thinks owns your heart now.

—

You put Myungho's dress shirt on his desk and sat down with pursed lips. He told you he'll just take it home after you stained it when you cried on his chest but you insisted on washing it yourself.

"Do you feel better, Ma'am?" He asks and you only chuckle at the name.

"Yes, Sir," you answer. "Are we...are we still partnering with ONETech?"

Myungho let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Don't worry. If you're not comfortable, I'll let someone else cover you for our meetings." You respond by shaking your head 'no'. It's a personal problem you have with Wonwoo which you shouldn't take to work.

Myungho gets up and walks to you, taking your hand and making you stand up with him. He puts both hands on your waist and he pulls you closer. If you said you don't get flustered over Myungho, that'd be a lie. "Okay. But if there's anything wrong, tell me." He inches even closer until you both could feel the hotness of each other's breaths. "If it gets heavy for you, then carry it with me. I don't want you getting hurt."

Before you know it, your lips are pressed on his, moving along with his rhythm. And your hands find their way to the back of his head, fingers entangling with his hair. Myungho couldn't stop himself. You couldn't either. The last time you made out with someone, it was Wonwoo. Of course you've fooled around a few times after you two ended but you never let any man kiss you on the lips. You couldn't. But why Myungho?

When Myungho pulled away, you wanted to chase him. Maybe you felt needy. But you came to your senses and stepped back, giving him doe eyes, almost asking what just happened without saying a word. Myungho gave back just the same look and tilted his head before laughing it off when he noticed that you didn't get mad nor were you gonna protest at all. "I'm sorry! I've moved on. I swear."

"We're friends, right?"

"Of course, ma'am."

—

You accidentally push the door close too hard, making your heart pound at the sound. You had to check on the door knob to make sure you didn't damage it, then you turned to rest your back on the door. You just kissed your boss.

Before that scene completely floods your mind, you notice a bouquet of tulips on your desk. But you both just reminded yourselves you're just friends (who just kissed). "Ah! Seo Myungho!"

J. WW

You hated how easy you get overwhelmed by things. It's starting again. Just after kissing your boss-slash-friend, you receive a bouquet from your ex.

—

"Hayoon, I can't," you cry that night, sitting at the porch of Hayoon and Soonyoung's house. "I can't do this. No. I-"

"Calm down," Hayoon gives your thigh a gentle slap. "I thought we'd be too old for boy problems," she laughs. "So, Wonwoo's back in the scene and you're confused about Myungho? I thought you rejected him before?"

"I did. Like, twice, I don't know." You were touching your lips as you spoke, remembering how his soft lips glided with them. "I know we're friends, he knows we're friends. Friends don't kiss on the lips. And- and I feel bad that friends don't."

Hayoon gasps, her other hand covering her mouth and the other pointing at you. "You feel bad because you want more?" You kick the air continuously while covering your face. "You may just be touch-deprived. Don't overthink. You don't like him. I'm team Wonwoo."

"Shut up." You sulk again. "That too. I pushed him away for nothing. I was wrong all this time."

"We've been telling you, Y/N. Wonwoo would never hurt you like that. Yubin was crazy, you should've known she tricked all of us."

All this time, you believed what you first heard. Then you became selfish and prideful. So much that nothing would change your mind and how you feel.

"If...if you were me, would you forgive him? Would you tell him it's all good now? Would you have the guts to face him and say it to his face after shutting him out for so long?" You ask Hayoon and she scoots closer, hugging you from your side.

Hayoon rests her cheek on your shoulder and you feel her nodding. "I'd be so ashamed but knowing Wonwoo, especially if it's you, he'd understand. But it's all up to you. You decide your own pace. Wonwoo is willing to wait until you're ready for him again. Even if it takes three more years, five, ten."

"We'd be old and gray then," you start crying again at the thought. "I hate myself!"

You didn't notice the footsteps approaching as you cried in Hayoon's embrace. Wonwoo leans on a wooden post on the porch with his arms crossed as he watches you. Hayoon only chuckles as she shoo him away with a hand, telling him to get inside. She rolls her eyes when Wonwoo sticks his tongue out and smirks after.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you see are his pair of shoes and the ends of his slacks. You immediately look up and just as fast, you look away while wiping your tears. His smirk morphs into a gentle smile and he walks closer to ruffle your hair before leaving you with Hayoon. It only made you stain the cheeks you just wiped with your tears again.

Wonwoo helped Soonyoung get the table ready while Hayoon walked you into the house, Hyungjun greeted you with a smile while chewing the tail of his stuffed dinosaur which Hayoon immediately took. "Honey, don't bite that."

"Oi!" Soonyoung's loud voice made you turn your head to the dining area.

"You-" you hiss at him. "You're setting us up again, are you?"

"Excuse me? You didn't even give us prior notice!"

"Hey, hey," Wonwoo covers Soonyoung's mouth, stopping him from being too loud while laughing. The scene looked almost like a flashback to whenever you guys gathered at Soonyoung's apartment when you were in college. "Nobody told me you're coming, Y/N. But if you're not comfortable, I can le-"

"No, I- it's okay, Wonu." Everyone turned to you with round eyes and as if on cue, Hyungjun lets out the purest giggle. "Come on! It's just his nickname!"

Only Soonyoung was blabbering stuff during the dinner. Not even Hayoon was talking a lot to support her husband due to the awkwardness.

"How old is Junnie again?" Wonwoo asks, eyes gently fixed at the kid who's been playing with his baby food. "Looks like a mini Soonyoung."

"He's one year old," Soonyoung happily answers but his smile falls when a spoonful of Hyungjun's food comes flying onto his cheek, making all of you laugh except him. "Right, right. Laugh at me, especially you two," the dad squints eyes at you and Wonwoo who are sitting next to each other. "Just wait till you get a baby." Hayoon was quick to kick her husband under the table.

"Crazy," Wonwoo comments and laughs it off awkwardly while looking at you, your lips pursed while you poke on your food with your chopsticks. "Just eat."

—

The end of an episode of the TV show you were watching in their living room after dinner signals you that it's already almost ten in the evening. Soonyoung already went inside their room earlier to put their son to sleep, while Hayoon stayed with you and Wonwoo, talking about stuff from college and what you're busy with at the moment. You just got to know that Wonwoo just came back two months ago from Japan.

"I think I should get going," you lean forward, getting ready to stand up from the couch. The two also get up and walk to the door with you.

"Are you gonna ride the taxi?" Hayoon worriedly asks because you didn't bring your car today. Wonwoo looks at you with worried eyes too. You just nod.

"I'll take care of her then. Thank you for the dinner, Yoonie."

"Mm, you two, send me a message when you're home, okay?"

You walk to the side of the road as soon as Hayoon closes the door. Wonwoo was fast to block you from going any further. "I'll drive you home. It's late, Y/N."

"Why did you send me a bouquet?"

"Just because...? I can't?" Wonwoo raises an eyebrow and your words get stuck on your throat. "Mingyu told me Myungho isn't your boyfriend. So, can I? May I? Y/N?"

"Don't." You frown. Wonwoo gulps and you could almost hear it due to the silence of the night.

—

"Why were you in Japan?" You ask when he started his engine. Wonwoo's surprised you're initiating a conversation.

"Work? What else?"

"Family?" There you go again. You look outside the window and Wonwoo opens it for you. He still remembers how you'd always ask for it whenever you two went on road trips. There was something about the wind whenever you rode as his passenger. It always felt cold yet warm.

He chuckles in disbelief at your question though. "Y/N, I already told you, that kid wasn't mine. Yubin actually got married to the real father of her son." You furrow your eyebrows but you don't look at him. "She was so obsessed with your boyfriend back then that she tricked everyone even though she knew the truth. And your boyfriend was stupid."

After that, the ride went quiet. You're getting eaten by guilt and shame, but Wonwoo seemed okay over all. It didn't matter to him that you did or did not believe him. What matters was that you're with him.

"Where do I drive you to? Did you move out of the flat we shared?" He asks and you nod. Understandable. You had all sorts of memories there.

You lean onto his dashboard, opening his gps on the infotainment system. The map shows he's been driving in the opposite direction and you didn't even tell him until now. "You're trying to spend more time with me now, I see."

"I'm just wasting your gas, dummy."

[armpirate]

Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 19

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy. 

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 13 minutes

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Those four days were like hell.

It didn't matter how many times they came across each other on the common landing, or how he tried to smile at her every time their eyes met. Her answer was always the same: silence. Putting all of her strength to simply ignore him and just be as friendly as she could, while trying to fight that side of her that was urging her to make a comment that'd unchain the bickering between them like it had been happening since he moved into the building.

She was convinced she needed to get out more. It could be that sudden need only came from the fact that she could be feeling lonely, which was a relief for her. At least that was better than even thinking of her liking Jungkook somehow.

Her steps were stopped as she approached Donna, Alma and Jackie, regretting her decision on getting closer to them as soon as she was getting herself to do it. She had already tried many times before, and it was always the same thing. It wasn't that she didn't like them, she just wasn't able to click with them, there wasn't anything they could have in common. But being fair with herself, there was nothing she had in common with the group of friends she hung out with when they were able to.

—Oh, Y/n —Donna called her from afar, lifting her hand to motion her to walk to them—. Come sit with us. We're taking a sip of coffee.

As usual...

One thing about Donna, Y/n would never find her at her desk, she was always in the cafeteria or somewhere in the resting areas of the office -which made her wonder how she managed to write her articles, and do her research when she never worked in her workplace.

Not like it mattered, but it just made her curious.

—Look who's joining our dark side —Jackie giggled, smiling so wide that she could see her light pink gums.

—Well, I'm quite busy usually —Y/n answered, carefully sitting on the free chair in front of Donna—. I'm currently working on some coverages, I'm also still working on my article...

—Oh right, the one you couldn't tell anyone about? —Donna interrupted her, smiling.

—Yeah, that one —Y/n nodded.

—How long has it been since you started working on it? I guess they should be hurrying you up to publish it —of course she was going to drop that type of comment.

—Well, I'm taking my time. I've had some problems getting inside the biggest issue...

—Maybe you should change it and write about something else —Y/n's tongue was trapped between her lips when she was interrupted by Donna's advice filled with poison—. It's just an advice from a more experienced colleague —she tried to justify when the other two glanced at her.

—Don't drop it —Alma encouraged her—. Were you given a due date?

—No, no —her head shook—. I was even told to take my time to make it as perfect as possible.

—Then that's it! —Jackie clapped— Take it easy. And if you need help, just tell us. I'm good with photographs, so if you ever need a good shot, just let me know.

As much as Y/n was grateful for Jackie's kindness, she couldn't imagine her and her colorful clothes among the type of crowd that was formed by those boxing parties.

—Yeah, we're here to help —Alma seconded—. I know we didn't get close, but we love to help and enlighten you whenever you need it —she assured, placing her hand over Y/n's—. And Donna can also help you, right?

—Right —she forced a smile—. Of course.

There was no lie in admitting Donna was forced to say she was going to help, when at first she just wanted to mock Y/n -for some reason she didn't care about-, but there also was no point in focusing on that when two people she never gave a chance to were being so nice and good to her after barely spending any time together, despite sitting two desks away.

After that, she was able to look at the rest of the day in a different way, she felt happy, her mood went through a high boost after talking with Jackie and Alma, and not only because they encouraged her to go on with the article -which she had no idea how she'd continue writing after she dumped Jungkook. She also felt like a whole new possibility was opened after speaking to them, like she had a new place to go to whenever she felt like work was getting to the best side of her. It made her feel like she drew a safe line between them and her because she felt attacked, when they both were accepting and friendly.

It was amazing the effect one small detail could have on the other things. She didn't care about how crowded the subway was, or how tired she felt to walk back home, she just didn't mind it.

Just like she didn't mind finding Jungkook waiting for her in front of her door, while he stared at her doormat.

He was going insane.

Jungkook couldn't understand what was happening, but he was sure he couldn't go on that way. If anyone else had told him before that he'd be looking for someone else's attention, waiting for the exact time to meet up with her, he'd have cackled in the loudest way possible.

It was so bad that even Jimin noticed the change in him.

Normally, his attitude was chill and careless. Their dynamic worked because his friend was too emotional, and Jungkook was the one that lacked that sense. His nickname as they both grew closer together was Iron Man, but those few days he walked around like he was missing something.

He kept checking his phone, for no logical reason -because the only times Y/n had texted him was to tell him to lower the volume or shut up. But he still looked every once in a while, thinking her message would find its way into his device.

He was missing her, and he just couldn't accept it. Jungkook needed to solve it all out before it went worse, and the only way to sort it out was to have her going back to her petty responses and bad looks. He was convinced the only real problem was the fact that he wasn't the one rejecting her. That was it.

—What are you doing there? —she sounded tired, dropping the smile that adorned her face the second she set foot outside of the lift.

—I need to talk with you.

—Again? —she sighed— What is it now? They'll come to check your router? Will the plumber show up?

—Seriously? I come to speak with you and you only think that I want something from you? What image do you have of me?

—The image that you earned with passion —she answered immediately after.

Jungkook looked away, tilting his head as he tried to find the words to speak. Sentences were mixing together, the sounds were rolling around his tongue, and he was sure that he wasn't going to be able to form a proper phrase while she looked at him that way.

—Okay, then —she finished, turning to her door to open it.

Jungkook stopped her from closing the door behind her by speaking again, placing his palm on the exterior door knob, earning another exhausted sigh from her.

—You can't ignore me.

—Excuse me? —she chuckled, raising both of her eyebrows at the order.

—We're neighbors, you just can't act like I'm not living next to you.

—Unfortunately, it's a reality. That's why I have no other choice but to pretend you aren't there.

—I know I've done things wrong, but... let's make it up?

—No —she firmly said, crossing her arms on her chest.

—Is this because of the article? I told you I was going to do it.

—It's not because of the article, it's because of the way you dealt with the whole thing —she confessed—. You just can't ignore people when you don't want to do something, you speak with them. That's what adults do.

—So would you have accepted my decision if I had told you that I didn't want to help you? —he fought back— You mean you wouldn't have acted annoying and petty about it.

—No —she answered again—. I probably would've get mad. But I would have been on the wrong because I can't force people into doing things I want —she explained—. That's not the problem now, because you always find a way to make me mad and make it valid.

—Y/n...

—Didn't you want me to leave you alone? —she cut him off— I'm leaving you alone. Live your life, do your things... But don't bother me or I'll make you regret it —she threatened, pointing her index finger at him—. Get lost now.

—How can you tell me to get lost?

—Well, like I've just done it now —she shrugged—. It's a two-word sentence, pretty simple to say and understand.

—Okay, I'll tell you why I didn't want to do the article.

—That's literally not what I said —she mumbled.

—... but you can't judge me.

—Too late —she rested her arm on the door frame.

—This goes back to some time ago —he exaggerated the move of his hand—. An ex, that wasn't really an ex, cursed me. She promised I wouldn't have a stable relationship, and it had been working until now. I went to a tarot reader, and she confirmed everything that was happening, until she told me that a woman would come to break the curse. She said that I'd fall for her after she appeared, and told me that it'd be made through some work. You showed up in the middle of nowhere, you're the only woman who's still in my life when the rest of the flings disappear the morning after, and you're the only one I was going to do some work with.

Y/n completely lost the plot of the story at the mention of a curse. She couldn't believe he really believed she was going to fall for such a lame story. But it was even crazier that he spotted her as his savior, or the person that would break the curse. What fairytale did he escape from?

—So I wanted to avoid you, because I didn't want that change to happen —he continued—. I'm really happy with the way my life is going right now, okay? I don't need anyone to put everything upside down.

—Wow, you're really creative with excuses —she tilted her head—. Ever thought of leaving boxing and becoming a writer?

—I'm telling the truth.

When she was going to speak, he sighed loudly, throwing his head back while causing her eyes to open wide in surprise to the sudden sound coming from him.

—Okay... —she smiled nervously— So how does that curse break? With a real love kiss? Maybe a magic spell? Oh, I know, the power of love!

—It doesn't seem like you're taking it seriously.

—Look, I don't know what excuses you've made up to get girls to forgive you, and I have no idea how they could've worked, but all of this is a bit too much.

—I'm being honest.

—Sure you are —she shrugged.

—And it's also an explanation why you reject me every single time.

—Because your attitude can't be a valid explanation to you —her eyes squinted at his comment.

—It now makes sense!

Y/n just couldn't go past the fact that Jungkook did in fact believe the story he was telling her, and even was able to find some sense in something that seemed to be taken out of the wildest fantasies he could've read about -if he had read any book at all. At first she just thought he was recurring to his long list of excuses to justify his actions, and that only made her angry, with the only wish to crash the door against his face while he spoke. But the longest he went, the more she was convinced that the man in front of her needed psychological help. Urgently.

—You're scaring me a bit —Y/n admitted, looking around for the nearest exit to ask for help in case she'd need it.

—It's weird you slept with me a second time, but I guess the curse works differently since we see each other every day? Now it's one of those moments where I wished Carly didn't block me so I could ask her —he kept thinking out loud, moving his eyes away from her and losing the focus of the conversation.

—That many blows on your head have officially fucked up with your sanity —she mumbled, seeing her neighbor having a full on conversation with himself—. Instead of wasting money on a tarot reader, why don't you pay for a good therapist?

—Y/n, it's serious. My ex-girlfriend went crazy after I cheated on her —Y/n scoffed at that detail—, which isn't relevant now, and she cursed me before leaving my house. What was what she said? —his eyes moved to the top of his head as he tried to bring back the exact words Carly used— Something that I treated people badly, and that I was going to suffer the same thing or something like that.

—Are you hearing yourself? How do you pretend me to believe you, for fuck's sake? —Y/n insisted, controlling her big wish to roll her eyes in front of him.

—How many times have I lied to you?

—Do you really want me to answer that question? —her ironic tone was challenging, making Jungkook regret that question almost immediately.

—I promise I'm telling the truth.

—Okay, let's say I believe you. What do you want me to do with that information? —her lips puckered, before she continued speaking— Everything's okay, and everything you do is valid, only because you were cursed for not being able to keep your dick in your pants?

—But...

—You were cursed because you are a fifteen year old trapped in the body of a twenty six year old, and you aren't able to keep a woman exactly for that reason.

—Well, look who's talking, are you going to call me immature? You?

—Are you going to attack me?

—No, I'm saying that someone that drills a hole in a wall, because of a little noise, can't speak of others.

—A little noise?

—You're just as immature as me, but you disguise it with that serious facade thinking you're fooling anyone. Spoiler alert: you don't.

—Spoiler alert? See how you're a horny teenager? The only reason you don't want to commit to a relationship is because you have the Peter Pan syndrome.

—Here comes the smart ass with her bit of information taken from the short research she does for her articles... And what if I have the Peter Pan syndrome?

—You're nearing thirty, as much as it hurts you.

—I know, and do you know how attractive that is to women? I'll be a bomb when I turn forty.

Y/n rolled her eyes again, almost giving up the argument because there was no way any bit of common sense would kick inside his brain.

—I can't believe I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you right now.

—Because you like me, as much as it hurts you —he mocked her—. And the only reason you're willing to believe the curse thing is because you want to give me a free pass.

—No, the only reason I'm pretending I believe you is because I don't know if you're going to have a psychosis and do something crazy.

—Look who's coming up with an excuse now —he chuckled.

At that point her hand was tickling, reviving how it'd feel if she crashed her palm against his face. She could lie and justify herself by saying she did it in her defense because her neighbor's brain wasn't working right, which at that point wasn't really a lie.

—You could only wish. At the end of the day, I'm not the one scared of falling —she defended herself.

For the first time, Jungkook was the one nervous and speechless, opening his eyes a bit wider and parting his lips to speak, but not letting a word come out from them.

—You're sure because you haven't spent enough time with me.

—That means I'm so attractive that you fell for me barely spending any time together?

—No, that's not what I meant.

—But that's what you said —she rushed to say, keeping him from going on speaking.

—I'm sure that if I spent more time with you, I'd probably end up sick of you.

—Yet you had the chance, and you didn't take it. That's a bit contradicting —she fought back.

She left him stuck, between two options that he couldn't escape. One was a lie, and the other one was the brutal truth, and he was still fighting to confirm what belonged to each one of them.

—Don't worry though. There's no way I'd ever spend any more time with you than what we already did.

Y/n shouldn't have tempted the universe that way, and dragged it to a challenge that she wasn't going to like.

Not even a second after that sentence left her filthy lips, a huge noise interrupted their casual bickering, making them wonder what was happening. 

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Would love to know your thoughts on predatory Tony before her actually gets Peter

What would he think when he sees Peter hanging out with a guy from school a lot more? What would he say when he’d check his phone and giggle at a message? What would he say when he hears Peter say ‘I love you too’ on the phone one day?

Many many thoughts are being thunk 🙂‍↕️

okay okay. ty for asking and it's a honor someone wants to actually get a piece of my sick and twisted mind. would love to hear from you what you think about tony's predator ass <3

– Definitely would get angry and find a way to fuck the guy up. Not physically harm him. But like, find a way to change his grades, make something up about him, set him up to look like he'd be doing something wrong. Ooorrr, he would get into Peter's head with some lie. Doesn't even have to be a super lie impossible to not believe, the kid blindly follows that guy. If he said the sky's red and grass is purple Peter would believe him.

I'm fond of the idea that Tony would fight Peter instead. "If I hear you're hanging out with this guy again I swear I'll kick you out of my firm in the blink of an eye" "Figured you'd be hanging out with someone like him, it's one of your kind anyway" <- said with the most disgusted face/tone.

– Take his phone away. Kidding lol (maybe not, I kinda like that idea), but would definitely question him a lot and embarrass him. "Got a girlfriend? I'm surprised" "Are you sexting?" "Let me look at your phone" "You're not doing anything inappropriate, are you? That'd be bad" "Don't tell me you have something going on with one of your stupid classmates, Peter." He would also get mad, obviously. He gets mad whenever someone takes Peter attention off of him. What do you mean you're laughing at someone else's joke? You can only laugh because of me, I'm the only one who should make you happy!!

Tony would force Peter to give him his phone to check his messages. If it ends up being someone he's romantically involved with, Tony would hand him his phone with the longest, most dramatic sigh and a look of disgust on his face. Wouldn't talk to him for a few days and give Peter the tasks he hates the most.

– Oh he just explodes. It's the first time Peter sees Tony that mad and he's terrified. Like, actually trembling. Tony approaches him with such fire on his eyes Peter feels like he just killed Tony's parents or something, and he's going for revenge. He starts throwing things around and walks rapidly towards Peter like he'll hit him a few times. He even raises his hand once, but seems to think better. He calls him names, — "You fucking bastard!" "Who is it that you're fucking, huh? Going around like a goddamn slut opening your legs for anyone, I bet." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "I know you ain't sticking your dick in some girl because no one would want a sissy like you" would it be too harsh for him to call Peter the f-slur? — and screams at him. At some point it's just nonsense, he calls Peter useless at what he does (he's literally the best intern), and says some pretty hurtful shit too — like how his parents deserved to die. He doesn't calms down, not until Peter is sobbing, his face pale and his entire body shaking like a leaf. Then he thinks Peter's had enough and maybe had some sense knocked into his head, so he just says "Get the fuck out of my house."

He talks to Peter after 1 week. Some half ass written apology that makes Tony look like the victim and Peter comes back at him like a dog.

I think it's pretty obvious that I love the idea of an explosive pred!Tony. He'd always put Peter down for talking to anyone besides him before they start dating, he's even jealous of MJ and Ned. He stays the same when they actually start dating. It didn't feel much different before that anyway, and it feels so good to actually own Peter. It's easier to deprive him from talking to anyone else that way, telling him that "A good boyfriend wouldn't do that to his partner. It's like you don't even love me, it's almost cheating." (Peter simply thanked the cashier with a smile).

It's full of manipulation and pressure too. He only gets Peter to stay with threats and twisted words.