#not like. me just complaining about changes

[pikahlua]

Oh? Please, Madam

What Izuku rejects is the opportunity to be Katsuki's SIDEKICK. He doesn't reject being a hero or competing with Katsuki. He rejects working FOR/UNDER Katsuki. Which is hilarious because Katsuki accepts (apparently multiple times) showing up as a guest lecturer to help out Izuku's class. Katsuki tells Izuku that "If everyone is special, no one is special," which has the potential for SO MUCH DOUBLE MEANING. But what there is no ambiguity about to me is he's basically telling Izuku "Hey, notice this. I'm treating you special. You're special to me. NOTICE."

It's also implied that Izuku sees Katsuki more regularly than he sees most others from their class, which is emphasized by the previous chapter when Aizawa complains to him about Katsuki's behavior in public affecting his ranking. Katsuki basically tells Izuku he needs to start thinking about himself more, and he also ends their final interaction with a "See ya [later]." Katsuki is NOT talking about Ochako, but Izuku takes some of his advice as the impetus for going to talk to Ochako (specifically they just wanna talk more after the dinner since the dinner is now over and they didn't get to talk). So what was Katsuki thinking of? I personally read his "See ya later" as "You'll figure it out, just go handle what you gotta right now and you can catch up to me later."

Hilariously, Izuku calls Katsuki out for being the one to say "If you don't start thinking a little more highly of yourself, you won't notice the things you should." Izuku's response is basically, "Look who's talking." Again, the potential for double meaning here is painfully obvious. He could be referring to SO MANY THINGS and we're meant to infer what that is. WE GET TO GUESS. Izuku could be saying "You did stuff just as bad as what you're saying," or "You're STILL not noticing something, Kacchan."

And Izuku taking inspiration from Katsuki's words to go talk to Ochako is meaningful in another way--IT MEANS IZUKU LISTENED TO HIM. Katsuki is having an influence on Izuku in a way to improve who he is just like Izuku did for him in high school. Izuku takes Katsuki's advice seriously. NO ONE HAS EVER GOTTEN HIM TO UNDERSTAND THIS LESSON BEFORE NOW. It ends with Izuku and Ochako deciding to talk more, but what it shows us is the beginning of Izuku considering himself more. If Izuku follows Katsuki's advice long enough, he'll end up back in the competition with Katsuki just like Katsuki expects him to. That is just as easy of a conclusion to make from the theme of "inevitability" that Shouto gives us (and that Izuku also takes to heart).

This ending implies that inevitably Izuku's gonna catch up again, basically. Things will continue to change. So yeah, we get a beginning where he and Ochako meet up to talk, but it's just a beginning. It's one night of chatting. They're seeing if something's there now (which kind of implies that there wasn't much there before), but it's left open-ended. And I think it's left open-ended what happens with Ochako on purpose because anyone can read how that ends up however they like. You just have to decide as a reader what's "inevitable" for Izuku Midoriya from this point on. Me? I've decided Izuku is taking Katsuki's advice to treat people who mean more to him better. Ochako is just the beginning. Izuku has other people in his life he needs to show love to as well (because that's what this is, Izuku is learning to show people that they're important to him, that he loves them, because saving people doesn't do that--he saves EVERYONE). And then maybe he'll start to see how the people who love him treat him special too, like guest SPECIAL (same kanji) LECTURER KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

tl;dr there is a lot left open to interpretation and it's probably on purpose, read the chapter however you like, just like we did with the last chapter.

...and my interpretation which is the correct one is that Katsuki tells Izuku, "Here let me show you how to love people, damnit!" to give him the character development everyone has been begging for him to have for years, to realize that saving people doesn't mean they're special to him if he's known for saving everyone ever, so like, maybe go show them you care in OTHER ways, Izuku, and also I'll be waiting right here for you to come show you love me you jackass (and he does, he does come show him that)

[authorhjk1]

Public punishment

(Yujin X Wonyoung X Male Reader)

Your face remains expressionless as you pause the video.

"See, daddy? I told you she is such a slut."

You ignore Wonyoung as you stare at the woman on the screen.

Yujin really is a slut. Which you already knew from the first time you met her. Same as Wonyoung. The difference between those two is, that Wonyoung isn't as slutty as the older girl. Yujin shows off her body way more.

The three of you are all in a purely sexual relationship. But it seems like Yujin forgets that from time to time.

"You need to punish her."

You finally take a look at Wonyoung, who is sitting next to you. She's sitting straight, her hands resting on her thighs. You catch the small smile around her lips. She's loving this. She'd gladly throw Yujin under the bus, just so you can see her as the better of the two.

"I really should."

You think out loud, making Wonyoung scoot closer.

"She will be home in two hours."

"And?"

Wonyoung's eyes look up at you.

"Don't I get a reward?"

"For what?"

She pouts.

"Come on, daddy."

You sigh, knowing it'll be hard to resist her. But you try to keep your head clear. You need to find a fitting punishment for Yujin.

"At-At least let me suck it."

She looks up at you with those big eyes of hers, her lips still sporting that cute pout.

"Fine."

"Yes!"

Wonyoung exclaims. But before she can unbuckle your belt, you grap her wrists.

"But not like this."

You gesture at the oversized hoodie and sweatpants she is wearing.

"I'll go change. Just a minute."

Like an excited little bunny, Wonyoung runs towards her room in record speed.

You unpause the video of Yujin dancing in that little skimpy outfit of hers. She winks at the camera, plays with her pigtails...

All the fans seem to love her. Of course they do. Who wouldn't?

An idea slowly blossoms inside your mind. So many people. And all of them love her. Not just for her music, but her body and face as well.

You hear the door to Wonyoung's room open. You're not being paid badly, being one of Ive's managers and all. But you could certainly make a few extra bucks, if you play your cards right. A mischievous smirk plays around your lips as you finally plan out Yujin's proper punishment.

Wonyoung wordlessly kneels down in front of you, a satisfied smile on her face. She knows you like it when you can hold onto something. That's why she often wears pigtails or a ponytail.

While you keep watching Yujin's performance, Wonyoung finally gets her reward. You feel her lips close around your shaft. Her head begins to bob soon after, her lips gliding along your length.

While you watch the older woman dance on screen, you reach down and hold onto Wonyoung's pigtails with both hands. She gladly gives up control as you wrap her hair around your hands. You start to pull her back and forth, using her mouth like a fleshlight.

The young woman in front of you stays silent, expect for a couple of gags here and there. She tries to look up at you, although your eyes are glued to the screen. Wonyoung is wondering what you're thinking about. And even more importantly, why aren't you thinking about her?

She'd be completely satisfied with giving you head, if you were focused on her. But that's not the case right now. Wonyoung craves your attention. After all, that's why she told you about Yujin. You've been on vacation for the last two weeks, so you didn't even meet the two of them often during that time. And now that Wonyoung finally has you to herself, you can't stop thinking about Yujin.

But she can't complain either, because her mouth is completely stuffed with your cock. Unable to say a word, Wonyoung lets you use her mouth in what ever way you see fit. Even if you aren't even looking at her.

"What exactly are we doing here?"

Despite her annoying questions, Yujin still follows you into the mall.

"Wait and see."

You say, almost to yourself, as you look around.

"Are you just returning something? What's in there?"

For the nth time, Yujin is trying to sneak a peak inside the big bag you brought with you.

You take her hand and lead her towards a Chinese restaurant inside the mall. Right next to it is a sign that shows the way to a public restroom. The left one for women, the right one for men.

"Isn't it too early for lunch?"

Rolling your eyes at her questions, you drag her inside the men's room.

"Oppa, I shouldn't-"

Yujin finally stops talking when the two of you almost run into a guy who is just putting his pants back on.

"What the-"

"Relax, mate."

You pat his shoulder and lead Yujin towards the stall that is the furthest away from the door.

"What are you doing here?"

The guy, who seems to be a little older than you, is washing his hands while watching the two of you.

"Don't get any funny ideas. The two of you can go have fun at home."

He shakes his head as he dries off his hands.

"Young people theses days..."

You catch him taking a good look at Yujin.

"Although it's not like I can't blame you. If my wife was this pretty..."

Yujin feels a little uncomfortable as she feels him looking her up and down.

You told her to wear the same outfit, which she wore during her last performance. She thought you did so, because you liked it.

Small denim shorts, a white and black top with blue letters on it, a necklace, a choker and her hair in pigtails.

"You wanna have a go?"

Your question makes Yujin look at you, her mouth open. The guy raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Well, I didn't put the butt plug in yet, so her ass might be too tight right now. But her mouth and her pussy are amazing."

Yujin gasped when you first mentioned a butt plug. And now she stares at you in horror. How could you just offer her body, her holes, to someone the both of you don't even know?

"Oppa-"

"I do have a wife..."

She gets interrupted by the guy thinking aloud.

"But I guess a blowjob isn't cheating."

"Of course it's not."

You assure him, while Yujin just stands there, flabbergasted.

What the hell is going on? Why are you doing this? You were always a little possessive, wanting to make sure you're the only one Yujin and Wonyoung sleep with. So why are you offering her up to someone else? Especially without asking her first?

"Oppa, coud we maybe talk for a second?"

She's about to give you a death stare, but you ignore her, while pulling out something from your bag. A collar. With a chain on it.

"What is that?"

An unnecessary question. Yujin has worn this collar a lot of times before.

She leans away, but knows she won't be able to stop you from putting it on her. A moment later, the leather is secure around her neck.

"Would you at least tell me the reason?"

"Because of this."

You gesture at her clothes.

Yujin rolls her eyes.

"This is part of my job, you know? Being an idol?"

"Did you choose the outfit, or did the stylist choose it?"

Your question makes Yujin look down.

"I-I did."

"Thought so."

You pull at her chain, making Yujin stumble into the stall. Before she can react, you tie the chain around the hook that is attached to the wall. Usually people would hang their jackets there. Now it's a way for you to keep Yujin in place. She watches with big eyes as you take out a lock and secure the chain with it. She sees the key disappearing in your pocket.

"Stop this prank, you made your point."

Yujin tries to think positively. There's no way you'd actually do this, right? Letting another man use her mouth?

"We can go home and you can punish me there."

"This fic is called public punishment for a reason."

You walk out of the stall.

"Have fun."

The man looks at Yujin.

"Oppa?"

Yujin calls for you again, while her eyes are focused on the man's crotch. She watches how he pulls down his pants. The young woman can see the outlines of his cock underneath his boxers. She can't help but swallow hard.

He might be a stranger, but that doesn't mean she can't give him head just once, right? She might be an idol, but the guy doesn't seem to know her. And obviously there aren't any cameras here. So why not? You set this up, so Yujin might as well use this opportunity.

She closes her eyes when the man pulls his underwear off. Yujin licks her lips, wanting to get surprised. She smiles, before opening her mouth wide. How many people are you gonna send in here anyway? Three? Not much of a punishment, is it?

Her eyes shoot open when the man fills her whole mouth with one thrust. She didn't expect him to go all in from the beginning. Yujin quickly becomes a toy for this stranger as he uses her pigtails as handlebars. He's fucking her face, while also pulling her head onto his cock.

Yujin was prepared for a couple of lazy blowjobs. The butt plug stuff you mentioned seemed exaggerated to her at that time. Not anymore though. Are you really gonna let random guys have their way with her?

Yujin closes her eyes, letting the man use her mouth however he sees fit.

You feel a little weird as the first guy gives you 5000₩. You put the bill in your wallet and gesture towards the door next to you. He seems to be as old as you. When he opens the door, you hear Yujin gag inside the men's room.

You set up a chair, which people usually use for camping, next to the door. A cardboard sign is standing next to it.

"Mouth 5000₩"

"Pussy 10000₩"

"Ass 20000₩"

As you watch a guy, who barely looks like he is twenty, walk in your direction, you wonder how much money you might be able to make with Yujin today. If only 20 people pay for a blowjob, you'd make 100 000₩ in one day.

As he takes out his wallet to pay you, you hear the door open. The man, whom you met when you went inside with Yujin, is now stepping out of the restroom.

"That was amazing. She is perfect."

"Thanks."

You smile as you receive more money from the younger guy.

Yujin uses her finger to scoop up the rest of the man's cum. He shot his load all over her face and in her mouth without even asking. She was surprised, almost mad, at first. But for some reason Yujin is really starting to get off on this. The idea of more men walking in and just using her like a whore makes her feel warm and fuzzy. She could've sworn the door opened and closed a moment ago, while he was about to cum on her. Does that mean....?

Yujin can barely contain her excitement. Who comes next? When the next man steps into the stall, Yujin smiles up at him. She's aware that the first man probably messed up her face a little bit already. But the guy in front of her now is already taking off his belt. Seems like she doesn't look too bad yet. Yujin's mouth opens as she watches him undress. She doesn't close her eyes this time, wanting to have the full experience.

When he puts his cock in her mouth, Yujin immediately starts to suck him off. It didn't take her long to accept her new role fully. Her lips move along his shaft, making sure not to miss an inch.

"Damn, you're a whore."

Yujin's cheeks turn red as she hears him groan. Was that a compliment? Is she doing a good job?

She decides to do her best, not wanting to disappoint. Soon, the man's hands hold onto her pigtails too. Just like the first man, he begins to fuck her face as well. Yujin looks up at him, giving him her sexiest look, wanting to feel his load down her throat as soon as possible.

It still feels a little awkward to her. Twenty minutes ago, she never thought this would ever happen. Of course she has fantasies. And some of them include more than just one man, no doubt. But now being able to experience this is something different.

As the second man keeps fucking her face, Yujin hears the door open and close again. Her pussy gets even wetter at the thought of more men coming in to use her mouth. She does her best to use her tongue as much as possible, trying to meet the new guy quickly.

"Gosh, you're amazing."

The man, who's cock is in her mouth, groans once more. Yujin feels him throb and just two thrusts later, he buries himself as deep in her as possible. His cum shoots into her mouth and throat, almost leaving her gagging as he pulls out.

"Might come back later again."

"Yes,...."

Yujin coughs due to the cum in her throat.

"Please come again."

She waves after him as he leaves her stall, eager to see who's next. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees you.

"Oppa?"

"Having fun?"

Your mischievous smile makes her carefully nod her head. Once more shame colours her cheeks red. She shouldn't be enjoying this, it's a punishment after all. But she can't help it.

"Now that more people seem to be interested, I'm afraid we'll have to raise the stakes."

You walk closer and help Yujin to her feet.

"What do you mean?"

"Turn around."

You ignore her question and make her lean face first against the wall of the stall. Yujin feels how you reach around her and unbutton her shorts.

"Wait, oppa. You're not going to let strangers fuck me, right? Right?"

When you don't answer, a shiver runs through Yujin's body. Giving blowjobs to strangers in a random restroom is one thing. But offering her pussy too? Should she really go this far?

Yujin hesitates, thinking about telling you to stop. The sound of someone stepping closer makes her turn her head. She sees another man, who's now looking into the stall. Is he the one who gets to fuck her? Yujin can't help but notice that he is definitely younger than the other two men. Around her age. And undeniably handsome. Maybe just this once is okay?

The man watches as you start to pull down Yujin's shorts. The way she looks at him at the same time, even slowly biting her lip, makes him reach for his crotch. He slowly cups it through his jeans as you let Yujin's shorts drop to the floor.

The young woman is wearing a light blue lace thong. She's naturally arching her back a little, showing off her plump ass. You reach into your pocket and take out the butt plug and a small bottle of lube. After pulling down her panties as well, you coat the metal with the transparent liquid.

"Oppa, what are you doing?"

Yujin expected you to leave again as soon as you took off her panties. Wasn't that what you're here for? Yujin is quickly proven wrong when she feels the slightly cold metal poke at her rear entrance. You free hand pushes one of her cheeks to the side, making it easier for you to slowly work the plug inside of her.

"Just relax."

You whisper into her ear, giving Yujin goosebumps.

This isn't the first time she's wearing a butt plug. You and her have already experimented a couple of times. But quickly it dawns on her, why you're doing this. So you're not just offering her mouth and pussy to strangers, but also her ass?

Yujin expects fear or anger to bubble up inside of her. Instead, she's surprised when she catches herself thinking about someone, who's not you, taking her ass. In the end, it doesn't matter who fucks her as long as she feels good.

Yujin gasps as you finally push the butt plug completely inside of her. You give her ass a playful slap.

"Have fun."

As you place the bottle of lube on the sink before leaving the restroom, you hear Yujin moan.

"Oh, god..."

Yujin sighs as she feels another man shoot his load deep inside her pussy. How many guys have already used her by now? Yujin tries to count. Two came in her mouth, one on her face and three inside her pussy. Makes six. A dumb smile plays around Yujin's lips at that realization. Six guys within what? An hour? Two hours? She doesn't know what time it is.

When she hears the next guy unzip his pants behind her, Yujin feels her pussy getting wet at the sound. The last three guys all fucked her, so she is still standing the way you left her. Body against the wall of the stall. Cheek pressed up against the surface. She is holding onto the wall and the chain that keeps her in place for support. Yujin's legs are growing weak with every pounding she is taking.

"Fuck, you're tight."

The man behind her groans as he slowly pushes into Yujin's cum filled pussy. She lets out a moan herself, not prepared for his size. He lets her get accustomed to it, once he is fully inside of her.

But soon he fucks Yujin hard against the wall, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her moans echo through the restroom with every one of his thrusts. She felt his hands on her waist at the beginning. But now he is holding onto and pulling at her pigtails.

Yujin's back arches further, separating her a little from the wall. Which only means the man behind her fucks her harder. Her ass looks way better when she's slightly bent over. Her cheeks clap loudly against his body. Her own moans grow louder.

"Your cheap pussy feels amazing."

He growls into Yujin's ear as he fucks her as hard as he can. The young woman feels a wave of shame and arousal rush through her. Are you charging theses guys money so they can fuck her? And how much is her pussy worth?

Her deepest fantasies come to light once more as Yujin thinks about that. This whole situation is slowly turning her into a pleasure craving whore. Yujin can feel what a slut she's become. Getting used by strangers again and again in the men's bathroom. And you even take money for it as if she is some cheap play thing.

"Please breed my cheap pussy."

Yujin moans when she finally accepts her place. It's the first time she's said something to one of these men.

The man behind her was about to climax anyway. Yujin cries out as she gets cream pied for the fourth thime today. The man behind her groans into her ear, pressing her against the wall as he leans against her.

When he finally recovers from his orgasm, he pulls out of Yujin and gets dressed. She can feel how his cum slowly starts to leak out of her freshly fucked pussy. He slaps one of her ass cheeks one last time and then leaves the stall. Yujin is left alone, cum now running down her legs.

"Just go inside. She's in the last stall."

You collect the money from the 13th man, who is now entering the restroom. You're surprised that it's going so well. It's been barely two hours and you already made more money than you thought you would. Although you did notice that no one has tried Yujin's ass yet. You wonder if most guys are just not into anal, or if you set the price too high.

"Hi, daddy."

Wonyoung's familiar voice makes you look up. She is standing in front of you in a cute white dress, holding a matching purse. Her left hand is holding onto something that looks like a stick, wrapped in a plastic bag.

"I have a present for Yujin unnie. You don't mind if I bring it to her, do you?"

You shake your head, not without noticing how good Wonyoung looks in that dress.

As the younger girl steps into the men's room, she hears Yujin's moans echo off the walls. She hesitates, thinking about waiting for the man to leave. She saw him go inside as she walked towards you. But to her surprise, she hears him groaning already.

"Oh yes, fill that slutty pussy up."

Wonyoung almost laughs at Yujin's words. She did the right thing by telling you what Yujin did during their last performance. She's a cheap slut after all. The complete opposite of Wonyoung. If she can finally make you see that, Wonyoung will have you all to herself. It's just a matter of time.

"That was amazing."

The man praises Yujin, still catching his breath as he pulls his pants back up. Yujin is slightly disappointed that he didn't last long, but she decides to take it as a compliment. It seems like there will be more than enough dicks for her today anyway.

But when the next person steps into the stall, Yujin's eyes become big.

"W-Wonyoung?"

"Hi, unnie."

"What are you doing here?"

Her shakey voice reveals how embarrassed she feels right now. She was completely fine with being used like a slut while she was alone. But now that Wonyoung can see her, she feels ashamed.

And Wonyoung examines Yujin closely. By now, Yujin doesn't look as put together as before. Her pigtails are a little loose and her clothes are lying in a pile in one of the corners of the stall. Her face is mostly clean. There's still some makeup on it, but most has been washed away by now.

"I have an early Christmas present for you."

Yujin narrows her eyes in suspicion at Wonyoung's cheeky smile. She bites her lip when she sees the younger girl holding something that looks like a rod in her hand.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Wonyoung nods.

"Just for you, unnie."

Yujin holds her breath as Wonyoung takes out the mysterious object. It's almost as long as Yujin's entire torso. One end has a hook on it, the other ends in the same shape as the plug inside her ass.

"I don't think this is a good idea, I-"

"But daddy is okay with it."

Wonyoung steps closer. Yujin feels shame rush through her system once more. She is still feeling a little uncomfortable thinking about strangers being inside her most intimate place. So she was glad to some degree that no one seemed to be massively interested in her ass yet. But the anal hook, might have some men change their mind.

"Why are you even doing this? Did I do something wrong?"

Wonyoung chuckles as she stands behind Yujin.

"You know daddy is a little possessive. And acting like that on stage was a little too desperate, if you ask me. He would've found out at some point anyway."

"Wait."

Yujin can feel anger bubbling up inside of her.

"Did you tell on me?"

A sharp hiss escapes her mouth, when she feels Wonyoung carefully pull at the butt plug. She feels the ring of her muscles stretch around the widest part of it, until she is finally left empty.

"Of course I did. I'm a good girl after all."

The younger girl's triumphant tone makes Yujin curse her silently. Of course she did.

Wonyoung looks down on Yujin's gaping hole. She places the anal hook at her leader's rear entrance and starts to push it inside of her.

The older girl's eyes roll to the back of her head as she gets filled once more. She could swear that this one feels bigger than the one before. She's almost left breathless. As she tries to get accustomed to her asshole being stretched out even further, Wonyoung is already using the other end to secure it on Yujin's collar.

"There you go, unnie. You look so beautiful."

"Oh, please. Stop mocking me and leave."

Wonyoung laughs.

"You think I'm done already?"

She shakes her head.

"I'm already here, so why don't I make this visit a special memory for the both of us?"

Her mischievous tone has Yujin sweating. What else is this brat up to?

Wonyoung takes out her phone.

"Smile, unnie."

"What?"

Wonyoung makes a peace sign with her fingers, smiles into the camera and a flash lights up the stall.

"What the hell, Wonyoung? Delete that."

"Oh, unnie. You still think you can order me around?"

The younger girl looks straight at her.

"Now I'm the one in control."

A smile plays around her lips.

"Why don't you kneel down? I'll get a better picture that way."

Yunin rolls her eyes. She could put up a fight if she wanted to. But would you punish her for that as well? Probably. Wonyoung is right. In this moment, Wonyoung is the good girl. But Yujin has still some fight left in her. She just doesn't move.

Wonyoung waits for a couple of moments, but then tugs at Yujin's collar. It's enough for the object inside her ass to move. Yujin gasps. Then bites her lip. The younger girl does it again, a smile still on her lips.

"Come on, unnie. Just one more picture, hmm?"

After hesitating, Yujin finally gives up. She is convinced it's better to let Wonyoung take a picture of her, instead of letting her watch Yujin getting used.

"There you go. You look amazing."

Wonyoung takes the picture and shows it to her.

"See?"

Yujin's cheeks burn red.

There she is. Kneeling on the floor of some restroom stall. A collar around her neck, a chain keeping her in place. The anal hook is visible as well, making the fact that she is naked even worse. Her face doesn't look as good as she has hoped. One can definitely tell that she took a couple of facials today.

"Oh, we got company."

Wonyoung remarks excitedly as the door to the restroom opens.

"Don't be shy, come over here."

She motions the man to walk over to her.

"Hello."

He gives her a quick bow and then his eyes meet Yujin's. She can tell he's hesitating, not having expected to see someone else here.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just enjoy yourself."

The man glances at Wonyoung, before looking back at Yujin. His eyes roam her body for a couple of seconds. Eventually, he undoes the button and the zipper of his jeans.

Yujin's eyes are fixated on his cock as he pulls it out. Definitely one of the biggest she's had so far today.

"Is it okay if I... If I put it in your mouth?"

His words are dirty, but he looks almost innocent. Yujin nods, a small smile playing around her lips. He's cute.

When the man steps closer, Yujin opens her mouth. She wraps her lips around his cock, sucking on his tip. The guy instinctively puts his hand on the back of her head and slowly pushes his length inside of her further.

"Yes, that's it. Make her take it all."

Yujin almost forgot Wonyoung was still there. But now her eyes stare right at Wonyoung's phone, which is obviously recording. Yujin closes her eyes. It's not like Wonyoung will stop if she asks nicely.

"Try to fuck her face. It feels amazing, trust me."

Yujin is cursing Wonyoung silently once more. The man hesitates, but eventually takes a hold of both her pigtails. His first thrust is shallow, almost weak. The next one barely makes her take half his shaft. Yujin opens her eyes to look up at him. She winks playfully and then forces herself further down his cock. If Wonyoung wants a show, so be it. It's not like Yujin will ever recover from this anyway. Might as well make the best out of it.

"Oh, there you go. My unnie is such a cock drunk slut."

Under Wonyoung's dirty commentary, Yujin continues the combination of blowjob and face fuck. The man in front of her has gained a little more confidence and has started thrusting into her mouth a little harder and faster. His grip on her pigtails has tightened. Committed to delivering Wonyoung the most dirtiest video possible, Yujin decides to become sloppy.

She leaves her mouth open a little wider, stops swallowing her own spit and just starts to let it naturally escape her mouth. Soon the man's whole cock is drenched in her saliva. Her knees and the already wet tiles underneath her get hit as well.

Wonyoung bites her lip when she sees Yujin look directly into the camera. She just looks so sexy while getting her face fucked. The younger girl can't help but rub her thighs together. How much she is now longing for your cock using her mouth just like that. She keeps recording as she continues to think about exactly that. How you used her mouth like a toy last night, barely even looking at her, while your eyes were glued to Yujin on screen.

"I-I think I'm gonna finish."

The man who's fucking Yujin's face clearly hesitates, his grip on her pigtails softening. But Yujin just shakes her head and lets her tongue roam his cock.

"Give her your cum, she wants it."

Wonyoung catches the man's red cheeks, but her focus is on making sure that the camera is capturing Yujin, who's doing her best to make him climax.

With a loud groan from the man, she finally achieves her goal. She quickly moves back, letting his cock pop out of her mouth. With closed eyes, Yujin takes his cum like a pro. He paints her face, coating her cheeks, nose and lips in his semen.

"You look amazing, unnie."

Wonyoung has to hold back a laugh after stopping the recording. She takes one last picture of her leader covered in cum for good measure, before deciding to head out.

"Have fun in here. Daddy promised to buy me lunch."

With a provocative wave of her hand, Wonyoung strides towards the exit.

Yujin lets out a weak groan as the man behind her closes his pants again. She's bent over the closed toilet, her ass at the perfect height for anyone who would come in.

The man who just came inside her ass is now putting the anal hook back into place. Yujin grimaces as she feels his cum getting pushed deeper into her guts and the cold metal stretches her out again.

Her assumption was right. After Wonyoung came by, a lot of people started to use her ass. By now, Yujin can't even count anymore how many men have used her throughout the day. Definitely more than twenty. Maybe fifty? Or more than that?

Her weak body has made her feel tired and exhausted. As she hears the door open again, just after the last man closed it, she just sighs in defeat. It's not like she didn't enjoy her punishment. In fact, she's still enjoying it. But a break once in a while would've been nice.

As you walk past the sink, you grab the almost empty bottle of lube. You hold your sign in the other hand, smiling as you check the back. You made a mark for every guy who paid you. You almost earned a month's salary within a day.

"Oppa?"

Yujin looks at you when you walk inside her stall.

"It's time to go home, the mall closes in half an hour."

"Is-Is my punishment over?"

Yujin has slid off the toilet seat and is now kneeling on the floor again.

"Almost."

"Are there still more people, who want to use me?"

She looks tired and worn out, but you catch the small glint in her eyes, when she think there are more men yet to come.

"Well, one to be exact."

Realization hits her immediately.

"You're going to use me too, oppa?"

A grateful smile makes its way onto her lips.

"Yeah."

You put down the sign and undo your belt.

"Why don't you get my cock wet first?"

"Yes, oppa."

Yujin quickly takes her place right in front of you. As soon as your pants hit the floor, her mouth closes around your length. Just like the dozens of times before today, Yujin's head bobs up and down on your cock. Her tongue pressed flat against your shaft, her lips forming an airtight seal.

"That's right."

You encourage her as you take a hold of her pigtails.

"This is all you're good for. Offering up your holes like a public slut."

Yujin moans with your cock in her mouth, sending vibrations through your body.

You soon take over, fucking her face like so many men before you today. The young woman's makeup is completely gone and there are still dried up drops of cum here and there.

Wanting to ruin her face even further, you eventually pull out. Yujin looks up at you, mouth still open. You use your cock to smear her own spit all over her face, making her close her eyes.

"Now you look perfect."

"Thank you, oppa."

Her voice sounds a little dry after getting her throat used so often today.

You reach for her collar and pull Yujin to her feet. She moans loudly, feeling the anal hook move inside her ass, stretching her out even more.

"You like it when people use your ass, don't you?"

Yujin weakly nods.

You finally unlock the lock that kept her in place. Pulling at her chain, you guide Yujin towards the sink.

"There we go. It's time for you to enjoy your reward."

Your calm voice had it's desired effect on Yujin. She looks at you through the mirror at the prospect of a reward.

"Which is my cock in your ass."

Yujin doesn't have time to protest. You start to pull the anal hook out of her hole, making her moan and groan once again.

She doesn't stay empty for long. It only takes you a moment to use up the rest of the remaining lube.

"Oh, god."

She sighs weakly as you fill her up completely with only one stroke. Burying yourself deep inside of her, you lean over her body, whispering in her ear.

"I hope you learned your lesson. If not, this will be the new way of spending your free weekends."

"Yes, oppa. I did."

Her reply is cut short as Yujin feels you moving inside of her.

You're amazed at how tight she still is. For how long was her ass totally filled? Probably longer than five hours or something. It still feels as good as if you just pushed into her for the very first time. The tight ring of her muscles grips onto your cock as you thrust into her again and again.

Yujin can't do anything but look at herself through the mirror as her ass takes one last pounding. She's relieved that the day is finally over, that she can rest soon. And yet, she can't help but beg you to fuck her harder.

"Please, oppa. Give it to me hard. One last time."

You hold onto her waist, increasing your pace as you start to properly ruin Yujin's asshole.

She can feel your cock drag along her walls. How your tip reaches the deepest of places, how your hands dig into her flesh.

"Oppa..."

A small, almost lazy, orgasm washes over her.

Yujin doesn't even have enough energy to support her upper body anymore. She's is just lying on top of the sink, enjoying how you use her body for your own pleasure.

"Fuck, Yujin. I'm gonna fill you up."

"Yes, oppa."

Yujin looks at you through the mirror.

"Cum in my ass."

Her weak voice almost tempts you to grab her pigtails and properly ruin her one last time. But you acknowledge that she must be completely dead inside.

You enjoy her tight warmth for a little longer, until you can't hold it back anymore. Leaning over her again, you rest your head on her shoulder. Being buried deep inside her ass, you finally cum, filling her completely.

"Damn, your body is amazing, Yujin."

You don't get answer. Looking through the mirror, you make sure she didn't just fall asleep.

"How many?"

Her voice is barely above a whisper, when she finally speaks up.

"What?"

"How many men used me today?"

You plant a kiss on the back of her head.

"63."

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Hi, everyone!

The first story of December is here. I hope you enjoyed the read, there are four more fics to come. The length and quality of the next stories will increase (I hope) so that we have one big final for the last story.

Stay healthy!

[shouyuus]

okay…okay TRULY SORRY (am not) for adding onto shirtless sleeper hc once again buuut roommate!Vi waking up hours after the encounter to an empty apartment and a lightbulb-bright idea — it’s been sooo long since she’s made you blush this hard and worried she’s been losing the knack of it, but now it’s like you’ve given her a whole new arsenal of ideas to turn you pretty pink

cue to you running into a various degrees of undressed vi in your apartment in the upcoming weeks (all instances paired with grinning, half-assed excused like ‘i just got out of the shower, i running was hot, i just got a new tattoo, i needed to check my form etc etc)

(pls everyone put ur hands together for our lord and savior the shirtless sleeper anon -- they're single-handedly feeding us all)

18+, mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

college roommate!vi who walks out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind her, a tiny pink-stained towel wrapped around her waist (it's so low it's seconds from falling off), oh so casually bumping into you in the hallway, her hair still damp and trickling water down her neck and the tattoo snaking up her shoulder, her skin gleaming with steam --

"oops, sorry princess -- forgot to bring a shirt into the shower --"

but makes no move to cover her tits. you jerk your eyes up to her face, your own cheeks burning.

"n-no sorry i -- uh, i came back from study group a bit earlier than i thought it would uhm -- i should've texted or something --"

"no biggie, princess. so, did study group go well? you were complaining about some asshole last week who --"

but you really can't focus bc did she change her nipple piercings out? those don't look like the same ones from --

"hello? earth to pretty girl?"

"uhhhhh -- sorry?"

vi has the audacity to smirk as you blink rapidly, swallowing hard, finally looking back up at her.

"i just asked you a question, sweetness. gonna answer me or...?" her eyes flicker down to her own tits.

you feel the inexplicable urge to slam your face into the hallway wall.

"sorry uhm i just remembered i've got -- an assignment that i -- sorry --" you push passed her, shouldering into your room and slamming the door, pressing your back to it the moment it's closed and sliding down to the floor. faintly, you hear the sound of vi's little chuckle as she walks into her own room, but you never hear the door close. a second later, loud rock music starts blasting and you let out a long breath.

barely three days later, you find college roommate!vi lounging on the living room sofa with a vape and what looks like fresh black boxers, the white waistband accentuating the muscles of her abs, her eyes a little hazy as you walk in and nearly drop your books at the sight.

"hey sweets -- can you do me a favor and grab that charger cord?"

you stare for a few seconds before glancing at the white usb-c cord not even a foot away on the dining table. gingerly, you reach over and hand it to her, trying very hard not to look down at her chest, at the way her nipple rings catch the dim light when she breathes in and out.

she lets a puff of smoke wreathe out from her lips, sucking in through her nose.

"mm -- thanks cupcake. this thing was getting low."

"r-right..." you press your thumbs into your workbook, the plastic cover crinkling beneath your touch; you glance up at the cracked window before letting your eyes wander back to vi, still sitting half-naked on the couch, "uh... is the fan broken? or..."

"huh? nah -- i just always run hot. y'don't mind, do you, sweets?"

you chew on your lower lip for a second before shaking your head and making your way across the room.

"it's -- it's fine. just -- uhm -- just close the window after you're done, okay?"

vi catches you eye and winks, letting out another thin stream of smoke from between her lips. and, not for the first time, you wonder how they'd taste, if they'd be soft enough to kiss.

and then not even a week after that, you catch college roommate!vi working out in her room, but at least she's got a sports bra on this time, the only thing is, she leaves her door wide opened, whereas before, she'd at least close it enough to only leave a sliver.

you catch yourself pausing at the sight, at the flex of her forearms as she curls a set of bright pink weights, at the thick tug muscle in her shoulders and back as she puffs out a breath, sweat slicking down the long expanse of her back tattoo.

you swallow.

"might wanna take a picture. heard they last longer."

you squeak, jumping back only for your back to hit the tv stand behind you, nearly knocking it sideways. you reach out to steady it, turning around to find vi watching you with a smirk the size of texas slung across her lips.

"i -- i was just --" you flounder for something to say -- you'd wanted to ask her something, what was it? "a few friends and i are going out tonight -- uhm... i was wondering if -- if you wanted to come with us?"

vi finishes her last rep, setting down the weights. you feel yourself hiss out a breath you hadn't even remembered holding. your head feels light as she makes her way over to you, leaning up against the doorframe with an easy grin.

"sure. but on one condition."

you frown, blinking up at her storm-gray eyes. but in the halfway light of your shared apartment, you could swear that just sometimes, they look like the palest shade of blue.

"what... condition?"

she cocks her head, making no move to hide the way her eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back up again.

"don't let anyone else make you blush like that tonight, hm?"

[existence-is-useless]

It seems like a simple concept to me, but why don't jobs just have more people working less hours? I mean, companies often complain about not being able to find workers, workers often complain about the long hours and terrible pay, and jobless people often complain that there are no jobs available. So, for instance child care as mentioned above, a six hour shift, but with a second person coming in and taking over to ensure that the children aren't unsupervised.

A job that would require people working for 24 hours, such as a hospital, could have four, maybe 5 shifts, perhaps overlapping to prevent confusion in changing over.

I mean, it's not like employees keep their workers overworked and exhausted, while keeping jobless people barely surviving in order to maintain compliance on purpose. That's just an accident. Right?

6 hour workday maximum i’m not kidding, if it can’t be done in that timeframe it doesn’t need doing.

[bloodblanks]

one umbrella cover two [mr. scarletella x reader] — chapter i.

You find yourself enticed by recent rumours of the Ghost Apartments.

note: reader is not player (mc).

author’s note: dead dove: do not eat. this fanfiction will contain dark and explicit content, including heavy dub-con, stockholm syndrome, violence, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

<- previous chapter

There exists a misfortune-complaining matrix. It is not often, if ever, spoken of, nor do many people know about it. But it very much does exist.

The misfortune-complaining matrix works similarly to the far more well known hot-crazy matrix. While the misfortune-complaining matrix is rather subjective—as most things are—everyone has at least some opinion of just how much misfortune is justifiable to complain about. For example, the vast majority of the population would be rather irritated by hearing someone complain about a paper cut for five hours straight.

Why? Because a paper cut is a two at best for the misfortune, but five hours’ worth of complaints would rank around a seven for the complaining. Which puts this example in the ‘please shut up’ zone...

—

The first time you heard of the Ghost Apartments was when you were scrolling through your social media feed. The post was made by an influencer in your area explaining the myth of the man with a red umbrella—a ghost-like entity that takes those who came to the building on rainy days. You knew it was just an old legend conjured with the intention of scaring impressionable kids and pre-teens, but it nonetheless piqued your interest.

The second time you heard of the Ghost Apartments was when the post blew up, garnering a substantial amount of attention from the locals in your city. You had come to your classes that day only to hear your friends chatting about what was supposedly a recent sighting of the man.

“Look, look,” your friend excitedly tapped at her phone, shoving it in your face. On the screen was a blurry photograph of a silhouette in a long ruby coat, holding an umbrella of the same colour. “Someone saw him when they went to the building and got a picture.”

You took the phone from her hands, staring at the picture for a moment, before letting out a soft laugh. You handed her phone back.

“It’s probably Photoshop,” you sighed, though you couldn’t deny the scintilla of intrigue that sparked up in your chest. “It would be cool if it was real, though.”

“You can’t say for sure,” she replied, scowling at you. “Don’t you think there’s at least a chance of it being real?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I think there’s a chance. But it’s probably the same chance as winning the lottery.”

“You’re no fun.”

—

The third time you heard of the Ghost Apartments was from your mother. You supposed that the third time was really the charm, as people say—you finally let your curiosity get the best of you.

The conversation was as mundane as usual; she had called to check up on how you were doing, how your classes were, if you were making friends alright... You supposed some things never changed, despite you no longer being a child.

“Did you hear about that rumour that’s been going around recently?” she asked. You instantly knew which rumour she was talking about. You hadn’t thought she would know about it, but the fact that she did must entail that this wasn’t just some silly story propagated by bored young adults on the internet. It was a silly story that had apparently captured the media’s attention, even receiving some news coverage.

“Yeah,” you nodded absentmindedly at your phone, pressed between your ear and shoulder as you stared at your computer screen. You were supposed to be doing schoolwork right now, but you hadn’t been focusing. As if to remind you of your shamefully poor work habits, a paused YouTube video stood before your eyes. “Don’t tell me you believe in that stuff.”

“No,” your mother responded. “But it seems interesting, I wonder what’s really going on with that location? I remember hearing of it being haunted when I was your age. Apparently, the owner of the apartment went missing. A young man, if I remember right.”

You listened to her ramble on. By the end of the conversation, you had gathered a few things—the Ghost Apartments were originally a new apartment complex built by a wealthy young man, who one day vanished without a trace. Several people had also gone missing in the general vicinity and their disappearances were suspected to be related to the building, which was now deemed haunted. It was a tragic and mysterious occurrence at the time, something that was printed on every newspaper. However, since it had been many years since this happened, people have gradually lost interest and forgotten about what happened. Or so that was, until now.

You were always fond of the supernatural. You consumed paranormal content from a young age, be it books, movies, or video games. Whatever you could get your hands on behind the backs of your parents, you indulged in. You could still remember all those nights where you were too afraid to sleep after watching some horror movie, but couldn’t ask your parents for comfort, seeing as they’d be highly displeased. You didn’t want to lose the freedom of having unrestricted internet access.

Now that you were an adult, you could do what you want without restrictions, which included indulging in macabre content—as well as visiting potentially haunted locations.

You felt a similar pull to the Ghost Apartments as you did to the other horror media you enjoyed. It only made sense. After all, it fell under the same category, the only difference being that for one, you were safe in your living room. The other, you were in an abandoned building with potential danger lurking around the corner.

But ‘potential danger’ was a bit of an exaggeration. You had said it to your friends, and you were now repeating it to yourself—there were no such occurrences happening in real life. You couldn’t say it with a hundred percent certainty, but you had never thought yourself to have the luck of a lottery winner.

It would be simple; you would go to the apartment complex, take a silly selfie showing that you were safe and sound with no paranormal entities around, and you’d go back home unscathed. Maybe if you were lucky, you’d stumble upon some kids exploring the building and be able to give them a scare. That thought made you laugh a bit to yourself.

—

As you stood at the entrance of the dilapidated building, you couldn’t help but second-guess yourself.

You had made an error in judgement when you prepared to go outside. At the time of finishing the call with your mom, it was still afternoon, and the weather report informed you there was light rain. The conditions sounded perfect for a small adventure. You would meet the criteria of going there on a rainy day without it being a massive downpour—though you supposed that’d be more atmospheric—and you would be able to get home before it gets too dark.

As a deluge of rainwater soaked through your hair and the flimsy autumn coat you wore, you silently cursed the weather report for its mendacities.

The walk from the bus stop to the apartment wasn’t long, but the rain had been so heavy, you found yourself violently battered by an abundance of raindrops. Your hair was now flat, dripping with water and sticking to your skin.

You let out a frustrated exhale, before tentatively pushing on the thick glass doors. They were weighty, but they opened. You were surprised that this place hadn’t been locked or barred off with the news of paranormal sightings, but perhaps you were the only one foolish enough to wander in.

Wasn’t this technically trespassing? You frowned as your mind went over the possibility of the cops showing up and arresting you.

Maybe it was the hypnotic beckon of the desolate building—it almost felt like it was calling out to you. Perhaps it was the fact that you were drenched from head to toe, and this technically qualified as a shelter. Or you had simply let your curiosity get the better of you, wandering in and praying you wouldn’t be the cat people often spoke of.

The building was surprisingly well illuminated. The windows were quite vast, permitting plenty of light to enter. Though it wasn’t so bright outside anymore—another miscalculation on your part—it was enough for you to see the space and walk around without requiring the use of a flashlight.

The inside of the building was spacious, which made sense considering there wasn’t any furniture to obstruct the space. Your footsteps reverberated in the vacant room as you studied your surroundings.

Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust, which made it difficult to tell if the walls were originally intended to be white or grey. Besides you, there was not much else to see; the space was devoid of any objects or people. There were no mysterious men with red umbrellas, either, for that matter.

You could take your dumb picture here and leave, but considering how you were standing right next to the entrance, you felt like that would be rather unimpressive. You decided to wander a bit further in, stopping at a flight of stairs.

You paused for a brief moment, contemplating your choices. You could climb these stairs and take a picture on the first floor, which you thought would be sufficient to show your friends and laugh about. Or you could stop trespassing like an idiot and leave, but it didn’t seem like the police would show up here anytime soon, nor did it seem like there was any danger present.

The stairs were concrete, not creaking underneath your weight like you would expect from a decaying building like this one. Then again, your entire impression of abandoned homes was from old films where doing something like this resulted in a certain death. Now that you thought about it, haunted buildings did not usually come as empty, uncluttered spaces that were somehow relatively intact. Had it not been for the abnormal circumstances of the owner’s disappearance, this building would have been ignored as just any other uninhabited space.

Your ascent ended quickly, leaving you in another just as empty space with a large mirror facing across from you. You decided this was good enough, reaching into your pocket for your phone, turning on the front camera and posing for a quick picture.

Mission accomplished, you thought. Time to go home.

Just as you put your phone back in your pocket, you heard the shuffle of footsteps. You instantly turned towards the source of the sound, eyes widening at the sight before you. No, it wasn’t the man with a red umbrella—it was a woman in a light raincoat, charging at you with a crowbar.

This was a moment you’d forever remember. Not because it was particularly amazing, and not even because it was particularly awful—even though it was—but rather because it was particularly avoidable.

You had an unlimited amount of options to choose from. You could raise your hands to block the crowbar. You could step to the side and avoid the blow. If you were feeling especially courageous, you could even duck down and tackle her.

You did not do any of the above. What you did, instead, was stare at her with wide eyes, much like a deer staring into a car’s headlights. Your feet stayed firmly planted on the floor, and your hand stayed holding onto your phone, the other pitifully frozen by your side.

In that moment, you were paralyzed, eyes transfixed by the sight of your impending death.

You heard the impact, a dull thud as the metal collided against your skull, sending you crashing down onto the floor. You saw the blood beginning to pool around you, a warm, sticky puddle beginning to form next to your head. You felt a distant throb, your head pulsating as blood spilled down your face, but it was as if your nerves were disconnected from you; the pain didn’t fully register.

If there was anything to be thankful for in this dreadful situation, it was that you could think without having your judgement clouded by agony.

Think, damn it, you told yourself. How the fuck do I get out of this mess?

You did not have a chance of fighting the woman. Not only were you crumpled on the floor like a discarded sheet of paper, the room was also beginning to spin. At least, that’s how it felt, with your vision struggling to focus and head filling with a dizzying sensation. Perhaps the crowbar had opened a hole in your skull, and now your brain matter was oozing out and away from it.

No, you hurriedly shook those thoughts away. Focus.

You needed to survive. You noticed that the lady had stopped moving, her crowbar held at her side as she peered at your body. Maybe, just maybe, you thought, if I pretend to be dead, she’ll leave me alone.

You blinked slowly. Once. Twice. The third time you closed your eyes, you decided to let them remain shut. Now, all you had to do was stop moving and stay unresponsive, no matter what.

You held your breath. Your heart was frantically pounding against your chest, which only served to further exacerbate your worries—what if she could hear it?

With each passing second, you felt your anxiety double. You couldn’t hear any sound or indication of what she was doing. You wondered if she was really just standing still, or if you were unable to hear her movements. The latter seemed plausible, considering how you hadn’t heard her approaching when she initially attacked you. You wondered if she was perhaps retrieving kerosene to pour over you. You had to keep yourself from shuddering at the thought.

As the minutes ticked on, your desperation only grew.

Please just think I’m dead. Please just think I’m dead and leave me alone, please—

You felt the urge to say those words out loud, but that would defeat the purpose, and you didn’t think begging for your life would help you with a woman who didn’t hesitate to smash your skull in with a crowbar.

Nonetheless, you were close, the words almost on the tip of your tongue as the harrowing silence gnawed away at the lining of your stomach.

You almost—almost—flinched when you heard her footsteps, slow but steady. One after the other, as you used every ounce of self control to prevent yourself from moving. You could hear her walk around and behind you, where the stairs were.

Your muscles tensed when, after some shuffling sounds, something light and soft was dropped upon you. You prayed, prayed to whatever god was out there that she hadn’t noticed your slight flinch. You were unsure as to what was dropped on you, but you weren’t about to open your eyes and check. Not when you were possibly about to successfully avoid being murdered.

Another moment of silence. And then you could hear her descending the stairs, her footsteps gradually fading out until they were no longer within earshot.

You wanted to jump up and scream in joy and relief—you had survived. You were alive, and a sudden rush of gratefulness for your life overcame you. You had never, never been happier to be alive than at this very moment.

You couldn’t resist smiling as you tentatively opened your eyes. The place was as devoid of life as you had hoped. Devoid of any terrifying women in raincoats wielding crowbars.

What it wasn’t devoid of, however, was men with red umbrellas—a vivid, sanguine silhouette blinking into view.

You faintly wondered just where your circumstances would place on the misfortune-complaining matrix, but your thought disintegrated as soon as it came, absorbed by the crackling static piercing through your already perforated skull. 

next chapter soon...

[somnoir]

Bats and Phantoms - Part 1

Prompt: All the Phantom/Fenton Siblings end up with one of the Bats and Birds. It's just that neither of the two families know that their partner is related to their siblings' partners.

Danny and Red Hood

Going to Gotham for university was a planned decision, mind you. It was one of their many contingency plans in case the reveal went wrong. Thankfully, it didn't but his parents were still trying to change their views on ghosts for the sake of their children. Last he heard from his parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton were practically harassing every ghost they could find on culture, history, and etiquette. (He's gotten one too many complains from Box Ghost and Poindexter.) Plus the mess that was the situationship between the Fenton Couple and Vlad Fucking Masters. (Dante was about to kill himself again for that).

Gotham had enough ambient ectoplasm for him to be stable. Everything was very normal. Absolutely...

If not for the fact that Danny loathed clowns. When a clown decided to try and attack Danny, what does he do?

He did what every self respecting Fenton would do when faced with something he absolutely hates. He came at him swinging, aiming for the face.

And maybe he put a little too much power into the punch and the next thing he knew, a body was flung against a wall and breaking it on impact. Danny stares at the toppled wall and—HOLY SHIT HE JUST KILLED THE JOKER.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—BATMAN WAS GOING TO KICK HIM OUR OF GOTHAM!

But this was the Joker... The last time that crazy fucker got out of Arkham, he threatened to blow up an orphanage. Okay, he could do this. Gotham Harbor it is.

And in typical Fenton fashion, his luck was shittier than ever.

"What the fuck..."

Danny whipped around, freezing in place when he came face to face with the Red Hood. The fucking revenant of Gotham that the city spirit seemed to really favor. Fuck.

"It's not what it looks like! I mean—It is—But, like..." He swallowed thickly, trying to offer a smile but he flinches away when Red Hood snapped his head from the corpse then too Danny.

"That's the fucking Joker!" The Red Hood was pointing a gun at the corpse now, voice distorted and everything.

Yeah. Well. Shit. Danny gulped, finally deciding that since he was already half dead, he might as well clean up. Not like the Red Hood could kill him—I mean, he could, but Danny wasn't going to die by a bullet.

"You—" The gun was now pointed at him.

"It's not my fault he decided to fucking jump me!" Danny immediately argued, grabbing the clown by the legs and dragging him forward before he winced at the trail of blood. "It's a clown! A fucking clown!"

He yelped when the crime lord slapped his hands away from the corpse, "The fuck is wrong with you? Don't fucking touch the corpse unless you want that shit to traced to you." The Red Hood grunted, shaking his head. He sounded... He kinda sounded giddy, in all honesty. Why the fuck was the Red Hood teaching Danny how to get away with murder?

"What were you even going to do with the body?"

Danny cringed away. To tell the truth or not? Such a difficult question... Okay, he's pretty sure most of the Bats were like detectives and lying to this one might get him shot.

"Gotham Harbor?" He squeaked out.

Danny was met with silence and the man built like a fucking fridge (but he's so damn sure that Dan was still the tallest person he knew) didn't move a bit. Then his shoulders shook. And then he was laughing. Fucking shit, the Red Hood was laughing because Danny was going to dump a body in the harbor.

What was Jazz going to say?!

(Meanwhile, Jason Todd finds a strange boy that makes him feel strange, warm—the same boy had killed his worst nightmare. He might just have fallen in love right then and there.)

[ > Part 2 ]

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

Ateez spoiling their partner

Requested? Yes! Request: ‘ateez members and how they spoil their s/o’

Hongjoong Bills are paid! You don’t know how he does it, actually. You let him borrow your laptop a single time for something, and then a month later notice a lot more money in your account than there should be. You panic, thinking autopay didn’t work or something, but when you log into all of your accounts, you find that the balance due is zero. This won’t happen every month, but he finds a way to sneak and do it every now and then. Will look totally innocent if you get after him about it and say ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.’

Seonghwa Feeds your hobbies!! Think about his (very cute) lego thing… come on. No matter what you’re into, he’s making sure you have everything you need for it. If you like to bake, a pretty new stand mixer shows up one day. If you like to journal, a plethora of pen sets and washi tape appears on your desk one day. If you like to play a particular sport, he’s making sure all of your gear is in pristine condition and if it’s not, it disappears and is replaced by something new.

Yunho Will absolutely get you whatever you want, but really thrives when he can spoil you with acts of service. If you come home from a long day, he’s running you a bath and making you dinner while you relax. After dinner, while he cuddles you, you insist you don’t need all of this, or at least that he should let you do the same things for him sometimes, but he won’t hear a word of it. Super stubborn about his love for you.

Yeosang Will just randomly send you money, and sometimes it feels like it’s an unreasonable amount. You’ll send a bunch of question marks back and then he’ll either ignore you entirely or change the subject. Don’t try to send the money back either, you should not underestimate his pettiness. He doesn’t care much what you use the money for, but just feels more comfortable that you have a little extra just in case you need it and are afraid to ask for it.

San Super romantic!! Pulls out all the stops for date night. Plans it ahead of time, to the point that a new outfit is laying out on the bed for you and the reservation is already made at the restaurant. You don’t open a single door for yourself and he slides your chair out for you. The whole thing is complete with flowers when he picks you up and a kiss at the door if he can’t stay when he drops you off. And naturally, you should leave your wallet at home because you wouldn’t need it for any of this. Does not matter how long you’ve been together because he’ll act like he’s still courting you forever.

Mingi Might not necessarily think to go out of his way to spoil you, BUT all you have to do is ask or simply mention it. You don’t make it a habit or anything, but you’ll say you found something you really like and he’s already handing you his card before you say whether or not you’re buying it. Will insist that he doesn’t mind and you should just go ahead and get it. If you put up a fight and he knows what you want, then it will just appear the next day. Don’t test him.

Wooyoung If he sees something he thinks you like, he does not even hesitate for a split second before he’s buying it. A new bag, shoes, jewelry - does not matter. Naturally, you’ll be thankful that he thinks of you like this, but you might become a bit exasperated because you have nowhere to put any of these things!! But don’t underestimate his resourcefulness because you’ll have new organizers for everything to accommodate this little habit of his.

Jongho I picture some of this spoiling being pretty practical. Don’t get me wrong, the occasional fun gift shows up from time to time too. But if you complain about needing to replace something but don’t have the time or money, he’s doing it right away. If your laptop sounds like a plane taking off, a new one will appear on your desk. If a kitchen appliance breaks, you’ll come home one day to a shiny new one already installed. If your couch is threadbare and falling apart, you guys ‘randomly’ stop and look in a furniture store where he has his card ready.

[ephie-om]

Pure Mammon x reader fluff to make up for yesterday :))

CW: None

Day 2: Mammon

“I don't get what's so great about the sun.” Your guardian demon grumbled, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“The sun. All you humans whine and complain about how the Devildom doesn't have it. Well, I don't want a big ball of light telling me when to wake up and when to go to bed. Anything your sun does, we can do fine.”

You cock your head, confused by the fights this demon picks. “Well, it lights up everything for most of the day.”

“We have lightbulbs too. Way easier to turn off.”

“It gives important vitamins to humans we need to live.

“Yeah, we have food.”

“It warms up the whole planet, otherwise we'd freeze to death.”

“Oh wow, I've never even thought of that. Except- oh wait- a heater.” He scoffs at you. “See? Nothin’ special about the stupid sun.”

You walk through a busy Devildom market, towing your boyfriend along behind you. Mammon's arms were laden in bags he had insisted he carry, despite you offering to share the burden. You and Mammon had grown close quickly, even after your rough start at the beginning of the exchange program. The two of you fit together so perfectly that his brothers had teased the two of you about being a couple long before either of you had even brought it up. But it's undeniable how happy he makes you.

He finally catches up to you, momentarily distracted by something at a stall behind him. “I thought we were here for groceries.”

You stick out your tongue at him playfully. “Doesn't mean I can't have some fun while we're out.” You grab his hand and swing it back and forth as you walk.

A small jewelry stand up ahead catches your eye. Were you mistaken, or were those real human world stones? “I wanna look at those!” you exclaim, tugging on his hand.

“Hey, don't go runnin’ off like that!” He stumbles behind you. “What was that for?” You reach the stand, keeping a tight grip on his hand as you inspect the jewelry.

“Look Mams, they're real! Real human world jewels! This one is turquoise, this one is topaz, and I don't know what this one is but it's pretty!”

He finds himself with a stupid grin plastered on his face, the one that always finds him whenever you get happy like this. Seeing you smile makes him feel like it's just you and him. He swears it lights up the whole Devildom, makes him feel all warm inside. He doesn't think he could go a day without it.

“You remember what I said about the sun that one time?” he asks, rapidly changing the subject.

You laugh, remembering the moment. “You said it was stupid.”

“Well, I take it back.”

“You don't think it's useless any more?”

“Nah. It took me a long time, but I figured out what you were sayin’.”

You buy a few pieces, wasting no time in putting them on and modeling for him. He takes a couple pictures on his D. D. D. He sends one to the house group chat of you striking a flashy pose to show off a necklace with a purple stone. He holds your hand in the other picture, with a simple golden band on your finger studded with tiny opals. That one he saves to a personal album on his phone, marked only with a heart. He thinks for a moment, then goes to rename the album with a simple emoji of a sun.

[crazedear]

Arcane Timebomb fanfic recommendations

Omg! Look who's back after months of inactiveness on tumblr? Honestly I feel like I'm only coming back here after I find smth new to obsess over and need to satiate my cravings for content. It happened with staticradio, and now... TIMEBOMB??

I know I am not the only one who's mind have been taken over by this particular ship after the finale of Arcane season 2. It's one of those ships where its basically canon, but just the confirmation isn't enough to satisfy our hearts without the content along with it.

There is SO many fanarts out already (I am not complaining one bit) and although the Jinx x ekko tag has been growing exponentially on ao3, I haven't seen a lot of recent fanfic recommendation posts yet and I want to change that.

As always, please feel free to recommend me any other fanfic that you think can be added to the list! I want this list to be fully open to those who want to contribute.

To all the times I've dreamt of you

Written by: timebomblover (sibzzz)

Rated T

Words: 1,713 (Oneshot)

In the aftermath of tragedy, Ekko is left haunted by the memory of Jinx—his lost love, his greatest regret, and his deepest mystery. As grief consumes him, the signs begin to appear—whispers in the shadows, echoes in forgotten places, and fragments of a past he refuses to let go of. Could she still be alive? Or is his mind unraveling beneath the weight of what he’s lost? In a journey through pain, obsession, and hope, Ekko searches for the truth, ready to do anything to find out if his lover is truly out there somewhere.

Sunbeams

Written by: Multimousefanatic

Rated T

Words: 5,969 (Complete - Chapters 2/2)

If there had been any doubt in her mind before he said those words, it disappeared faster than Sevika’s arm. “Is that what all this is about? You want to forgive me?”

Like It's the Last Time

Written by: Zeezeepearl

Rated T

Words: 3,727 (Oneshot)

Jinx returns to Zaun, seeking Ekko's help. She has unfinished business, and he has very little time.

Got All Of Your Insides?

Written by: Lunar_Angel

Rated T

Words: 5,597 (Ongoing - Chapters 2/3)

Powder, Vi and Ekko have their last proper conversation. Powder and Ekko finally come clean about some long pent up feelings.

Hold me right here

Written by: kimekosu

Rated T

Words: 6,271 (Oneshot)

Ekko coped with her death by forcing himself to dream of his memories of her. Some were painful, while some reminded him of why he fell for her in the first place.

Then unexpectedly, the Anomaly popped into one of his dreams, offering him a chance to teleport himself right into a memory, where he could possibly alter her fate.

The Heart of Zaun

Written by: 1ts_Br1tney_B1tch

Not rated

Words: 25,286 (Ongoing - Chapters 6/?)

Silco felt wrath, pride, and respect battle within him as he witnessed the small band of Firelights—only 5 members strong, and not much older than children judging by their size—decimate his men and destroy yet another shipment of shimmer. Thousands of gold cogs wasted, money that would have been used to build his empire until it could stand against Piltover's council, and yet as he watched the green streaks through the sky, he couldn't help but think these Firelights were Zaunite to their core. These young rebels embodied the spirit of Zaun almost as much as his own daughter, Jinx.

He glanced down at her now, only to pause at the still expression on her face. Her gaze tracked one of the masked figures unerringly—the leader, if Silco was reading their dynamics right—eyes just a bit too wide, and her fingers twitched by her side. He'd seen her get like this before, when she was confronted with her past.

She knows him.

An idea begins to take shape in Silco's mind.

Or: Silco wants to recruit the Firelights. Too bad they hate his guts.

Genius and Madness

Written by: Malbec

Rated T

Words: 6,266 (Ongoing - Chapters 5/?)

Once Ekko comes back from the alternate universe, he meets Jinx again, only to find her in the verge of suicide. How can he convince her to keep living and stay to create a new life? What did Jinx and Ekko do next?

Taking a leap forward (means leaving a few things behind)

Written by: thefifthchris

Rated T

Words: 12,491 (Ongoing - Chapters 5/9)

Time slows. Four seconds. Ekko shouts. Something is wrong. There’s no time to think. Heimerdinger jumps out of the singularity, and, in his place–

Powder takes the leap.

In another timeline, Piltover tries to rebuild. No Hexgate, no fancy Hextech, nothing. Vi is familiar with this: raw labor, strength as its own language, sweat dripping between her shoulder blades. No, she thinks. There is no time to mourn.

A tale of two sisters. Even worlds apart, they'll still always find each other.

Powder & Ekko (& Timebomb) Collections

Written by: Rhyagelle

Not rated

Words: 158,197 (Ongoing - Chapters 48/?)

This is a collection of various Powder and Ekko themed flashbacks/stories, ranging from one-shots to multi-parts or full part chapters. There will be chapters dealing with just one of them or the other, as well as any kind of Timebomb content (meaning, chapters with both of them, together). It's to dig into the very adorable and dorky friendship the two very clearly possessed, as well as what might have been like for them during their childhood, before everything turned to shit. And yes, if it's not clear, there will be Ekko x Powder! It's just not the ONLY focus (but it is in my heart <3).

(I didn't find this fanfic myself and I actually got it from @lady-griffin's Timebomb recommendation post from 2 years ago. This was just one of my favs from their list I just had to include it in a more recent post so more people can see it. Please go check out her own list)

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I know, I know, It's very short, dont come for me. I'm tryna focus on quality more than quantity yall, gimme time to load up my arsenal!

Anyways yeh! feel free to recommend me stuff to add, it can be anywhere, from ao3, wattpad, fanfic.net, etc. go crazy.

[heterochromicnachos]

Bitch, excuse me?

Trans coded means he can be SEEN as trans, but isn’t in canon. Just like characters who are Autistic-coded, but aren’t actually autistic in canon. Papyrus is an example of this, unless I missed a source from Toby fox. As an autistic person, papyrus is ABSOLUTELY autistic in my eyes, and I fully support the headcanon.

The whole thing about wanting to be a different identity is what, as far as I’m aware, is the root of transgender ideology (I apologize to my trans friends if I offended you with this statement, I’m just peeved).

The whole thing of being transgender is wanting a new identity. Being something different, what you weren’t born as, but what you WANT to be. And that’s what cross isn’t doing. Just because his reasoning (not wanting to be seen as some kind of breed of dog) doesn’t fit your perspective, that doesn’t mean you get to claim “OH JAEL IS A MORON HOW DARE SHE TRY TO BRING REPRESENTATION INTO HER SERIES OH MY GOD HOW HORRIBLE”

Also, just because you don’t agree doesn’t mean Jael’s word is correct. She just had a massive issue with her mental health because of people like you shitting on her work.

Cross is an ALLEGORY for trans folk, he is not meant to be a trans character. Jael never stated he was trans, cross never transitioned. Let me lay this out for your real quick with a Venn diagram.

While the main thing you would think of when you think of a transgender person (The change of gender and pronouns) doesn’t happen for cross, the main identity things a trans person would go though remain the same. (Misgendering, transphobia, trying to get others to accept them as who they want to be.)

Cross experiences this transphobia allegory when XPapyrus continuously Deadnames him as “Sans”. Cross tries to stay calm, but as the situation gets worse, he lashes out as one would expect one to do when being treated poorly. He yells at his brother that his name is cross, not sans. It will never again be sans, he will ALWAYS be cross.

Cross may not be transgender in the traditional, textbook sense, but his actions and portrayals give him a similar experience for many trans people to relate to. Many trans people experience transphobia, deadnaming, misgendering, and cross is someone (however fictional) for them to relate to and to compare their experiences to.

Just because cross isn’t trans doesn’t mean he isn’t representation. Papyrus isn’t autistic, yet we say he;s representation for autism, don’t we? It’s likely Jael never intended for cross to be transgender representation, hence why she says “Trans-coded”. A -coded character means they are NOT actually that trait, but are indirectly portrayed as displaying that trait. But, seeing how cross’ experiences affected her fanbase, Jael realized she had made cross into a character that could be easily seen as trans, and wanted to let her fanbase know they’re valid and loved.

The trans youth in The United States are currently in a tough, dangerous spot. With Trump’s plans to make the lives for trans folk more dangerous and significantly harder, there’s going to be a rise in suicides among trans kids. The highest number of suicides in any group is from transgender people, and they need support just as much as any person going through a hard time does. And what better way to give support than to tell the people struggling they’re valid and that their representation matters?

I really don’t care if you don’t believe Jael’s words, but you going to this length to go on a tangent about how cross isn’t trans-coded that devolves into more slander against Jael for things she fully intended to be good is a pathetic excuse of a debunk. Just say you don’t agree and keep it to yourself, there’s no reason to complain and call Jael “weird” and “gross”. People like you who said these things are who almost caused underverse to be canceled in the first place.

TLDR: Yes, yes he is transcoded. Coded means not official/canon, but can absolutely be seen that way! Cross experiences things in underverse that many trans people do, and just because his reasoning for changing his name is different doesn’t mean he’s any less of representation than papyrus is for autistic people.

[amourtoken]

Lukey abc’s!! im genuinely obsessed

YESSS i love when I get Lukey asks he's so boyfriend 🥹

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's a softie and just wants to cuddle rlly. Pls let him lay his head on your chest with his arms tight around your waist while he gathers himself enough to clean you both up. Reverse the roles too, if you're laying on top of him he'll brush your hair out of your face and kiss everywhere he can reach. He's so whipped for you he can barely really comprehend he has you right here in front of him and he feels so lucky to have you :(

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms on himself, which he didn't even consider until you gushed about them. They're strong and have pretty veins running up and down from his hands and you're constantly holding his arms or running your fingers over them how could he not be a lil confident by now? With you he can't tell if it's your tits or your mouth. Both have aspects he loves ofc but the way your lips feel when you're on top of him kissing down his neck and chest? Unmatched. The way your lips feel wrapped around his dick? Even better.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When he cums he literally nearly passes out almost every time. It just hits him like a fucking truck, he can barely hold himself up and that's why he rlly likes when you ride him cause he has to worry about it less.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a heavyyyy switch lol he doesn't make it insanely known but he would kill for you to domme him tbh. Maybe he'll bring it up one day maybe you already know? The sounds he makes when you're stroking his cock give it away though.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a little experience by now but he's not on the same level as Jack or Quinn. That being said he's by NO MEANS bad at what he's doing, you occasionally show him specific little things that make you feel good and he never forgets. Lukey has you fucked out in no time and knows every single inch of your body like the back of his hand.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl lol, reverse or not he just strikes me as the type to really love having you on top of him. He can still control the situation and fuck you right but if you wanna take the reins a little too you're fully able. Plus, the view of your ass or tits in either of those positions is heavenly so how could he ever ever ever complain? If you're facing him there's plenty of opportunity to kiss you too (his favorite thing to do)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's serious but like in a soft way yk? He's not changing his personality by any means and he's still pretty chatty with you. You still get a view of that cute crooked smile pretty often even in the most intimate moments between you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Kinda like Quinn I feel like he didn't really give a shit until you came along now he tries to look decent for you at the very least. He's not shaving entirely but he'll definitely keep it maintained at the very least.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If ur looking for romance you've FOUND IT with him. He can be rough on occasion for sure but his niche is in making you feel like a fucking princess. He makes you feel like you're the only two people on this earth in the moment no matter if you're being soft or if he's fucking you to tears. He makes sure you know you're loved and if he's a Lil too rough with you he'll apologize and shift however he needs to to make it better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you, he did it pretty frequently but now that you're around he lets you take over. Your hands feel so much nicer than his anyway, he wonders how he ever got off without you before now. On occasion if he's on a long roadie he's not against it but he's not doing it without calling you and stroking himself to your pretty voice. (He's the guy who'd send you nut videos w the sound on if you asked)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Branding. He loves knowing you're his and needs everyone else to know to. He'll buy you jewelry with his jersey number or initials, and gets off seeing you wearing his jerseys or posting pics of yourself in them. To really top it off he loves absolutely COVERING you in hickeys and any other form of visual marker to show you're taken. It bugs him when other people hit on you but he knows you're not going anywhere, you're covered in 43's head to toe.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly he'd rather do it at home than anywhere else. He's okay with a little adventure but nothing is better than tossing his girl into his bed and being able to cuddle for the rest of the night after.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, as a whole. Like I said a second ago he loves seeing you in his jerseys too but he also just kicks things off sometimes for the comfort of being that close to you. You can't get closer to someone than being inside them and after a hard day all he wants is to feel you pressed against him while he rocks his hips against yours.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's not gonna hurt you, but he's also not really a big fan of bondage tbh. He needs your hands all over him and he can't really get that if you're tied down. At the very least he'd tie your hands together when you ride him so you can still throw your arms around his neck.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a big fan of both. His brain short circuits entirely when he's down your throat but he's never gonna skip a chance to have you sitting on his face. That boy loves eating pussy more than he loves breathing and it shows cause he'll damn near drown in it before he stops to take a breath. I think he's definitely like Quinn in that aspect and he'd love a good 69 just so he's getting the best of both worlds. He took your advice cause you were the first person he ever ate out and now he's a fucking pro.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends. Typically he'll take his time and really savor the moment but sometimes he can't help himself and ruts into you like he's trying to split you in half. The closer he gets the faster and rougher he tends to get too, like he's losing control of his body (really he is.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his favorite but he's never gonna turn it down. He'd just automatically prefer undressing you and really drawing it out so he can take you apart how you really deserve.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down, why not? You two tend to experiment with whos in control pretty often and it's definitely opened his eyes to some new levels of pleasure. He's used to being the more dominant figure but through some experimentation with you he learned he's perfectly fine with being out of control. He's also not as risky as Quinn but every so often some lightttt exhibitionism is fun. (Hotel balcony sex? Sure.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Similar to Jack and Quinn again, he's an athlete he's gonna automatically have great stamina. He'll go as long as you let him but tbh his orgasms take so much energy out of him it takes a bit to recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not against using them at all, till he met you he didn't know they could be so great. Vibrators are fun to use on either of you but after a night where you had him leaning back against you so you could jack him off with a fleshlight he's definitely biased on his favorite toy you two have.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hes big on teasing but sometimes he doesn't even mean to. He'll wear the sluttiest compression gear known to man and then wonder why you're salivating in front of him like a hungry dog. Once he's aware though he's going out of his way to wear it more often and tease you with showing some skin.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh fuck he's mouthy. He can't help himself, Lukey is noisy. He'll moan, whine, beg, growl, cry, all of it. The closer he gets the more whimpery and pathetic his voice sounds its fucking heavenly and there have definitely been times you've had to cover his mouth so the neighboring hotel rooms won't complain.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It'll definitely be the same for all the Hughes but they're not against sharing you for a night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lukey is perfect tbh he's probably 7.5ish? Inches and has this nice curve that hits all the perfect spots inside you. Prettiest dick ever actually and you barely have to touch him before he's twitching.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said, he'll never turn it down. He's so in love hes pretty much always down to go and every time you cross his mind he can't help but picture how nice you'd look pinned beneath him. The further away he is from you the more he wants you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lukey would loveee to just cuddle you to sleep after you're finished but its hit or miss. He could happily pass out in your arms but if you're not feeling sleepy he'll get up with you too, he follows you around like a puppy most times.

[realcube]

dilf decemeber

day one ⭑ tsukishima kei ⭑ hot neighbour x reader

tw : age gap, second-hand embarrassment

you know you shouldn't, but when you see the flickering lights of his car pulling into the apartements' resident parking bay, followed by the whirring of the elevator as it brings him up to your shared floor, you can't help but press your ear against your door from the inside to hear if he bought his kids home with him today.

they always fill the apartment complex with such a jovial and chipper energy; the other residents of your floor complain that his kids are too loud when kei brings them home after work, but you think 6PM is a perfectly reasonable time for them to be a bit boisterous.

regardless, it was a shame when all you heard was his lone feet dragging over to his apartment's door. but on the bright side, it meant you might get a moment alone with him tonight.

originally your plan was to let him get changed and have a moment to himself first before you started bothering him, but you quickly realised the food you made would be cold by then, and you'd rather him enjoy it while it's fresh and hot.

so without delay, you throw on a pair of flats and cute hoodie over your pyjamas and rush over to his apartment door, knocking on it eagerly.

it did concern you that greeting him so soon after he finished work would be irritating for him, and the last thing you would want is to be on his bad side, but he seems to have a soft spot for you. whenever you talk to him, even if he has his phone in one hand trying to make a call, and his kid pulling on his other arm, his gaze still appears to relax when looking at you.

and you hope he really does like you and this isn't all in your head, as you've also had your sights set on him ever since he moved in next to you. something about the way he sents off in the morning with his fitted beige suit on and hair perfectly pulled back. how stern and determined he looks behind those glasses in the morning, but come evening, it's typically melted into a stirring pit of stress and fatigue. but he still looks hot hauling himself to his door.

that why you decided it would be nice if you brought him something to eat — at least then he wouldn't have to worry about making dinner himself. you cooked a lasagna because you heard it was his kids' favourite meal.

it took a minute or so but eventually tsukishima dragged himself over to the door and pulled it open. "yes?" he calls out in a gruff, low tone. evidently he was expecting someone else, as when his eyes fall upon you in his doorway, he visibly straightens his posture, clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. "oh, (y/n). can i help you?"

"yes! i mean, no. uh," you catch yourself awkwardly strumbling over words already, while he just silently snickers, "i made this for you and your family. i hope you enjoy it." you offer him the lasagna, and he hesitantly reaches out and takes it.

"thanks. but it's not poison, is it? because i know how badly you all want my kids to be quiet." he jokes, but you immediately jump to defend yourself, abash at his implication.

"oh, no. of course not. i actually don't mind your kids making noise, i think it's sweet that they have so much energy and they should be able to express—"

tsukishima interupts your ramage but smirking and placing a large hand on your shoulder, "i'm kidding. i want them to shut up as much as the rest of you do." he says light-heartedly, glancing half-lidded between the lasagna in his hands and your glowing face, "but even if this was poison, i think i'd still have a bite. looks pretty decent."

"pretty decent?" you laugh.

"yeah, decent. might even be edible." he nods, trying to suppress a cheeky smile, "but i need to try it first to confirm. want to join me?"

"join you?" you repeat in shock, raising your eyebrows.

"yes. you're the one who made this, after all. you should try some." he turns around to head inside his apartment, looking at you from over his shoulder and quirking an eyebrow, "unless you've done enough volunteer work for today. you probably have better things to do then entertain the elderly." he teases, and you trail after him, following him inside.

"i always have time for the old and senile."

"well, aren't you just an angel sent from heaven?" he says mockingly, still brandishing a playful smirk, as he sets out places and begins to serve the slices of lasagna.

he motions for you to take a seat across from his at the dinner table, and you do so. he sits down too, after retrieving a tall bottle of red wine and placing it on the table for you to gawk at.

"ooh, that looks fancy. what's the occasion?"

he rolls his eyes and works at uncorking the bottle and serving it, "first childless dinner in three months. though, that's assuming that you count as an adult, which i'm not too sure about."

you can tell there is banter in his tone, so you reciprocate and reply in a light-hearted manner, scoffing playfully, "what the hell do you mean?"

"i can see your rainbow socks sticking out from your shoes." he replies monotonously, which causes you look down in dismay. and indeed, there it was. but instead of being outwardly embarrassed by it, you agonisingly try to conceal it with confidence and repartee.

"so what? they're comfortable and economical." you weren't entirely certain why you related your socks to the economy but fortunately tsukishima moved on. as he was pouring the drinks into your respestive glasses, he noticed you hadn't started eating yet so he encouraged you to do so.

"go on. what're you waiting for? are you waiting for me to take the first bite so you don't have to consume the poison?"

you roll your eyes and just to prove a point in a dramatic fashion, you cut a large section of the lasagna off and attempt to stuff it into your mouth. and for the most part you do, but in the process, a large serving of tomato sauce spills down your cheek.

you hastily grab a napkin and begin to clean it up, while tsukishima just sits across the table and laughs. loudly. "wow, angel. your status of an adult is really coming into question again."

you scoff, and once your finished chewing your large portion of lasagna and have seemingly wiped your face clean of any remaining sauce, you mutter, "just because i've not got cataracts yet, doesn't mean i fail to qualify as an adult."

"wow, rude. i don't have cataracts; these are regular glasses for regularly blind people." he teases, then follows it up by pointing to your cheek, "and it seems like you need them more than me. you missed a spot."

your face flushes in embarrassment, as you pick up the napkin and follow his gesture to locate the smudge, "where is it?"

he leans in closer, until his hands is near to your face, then quickly runs his thumb against your cheek — right beside your lips — and smearing cold sauce against your skin in the process. "right there." he chuckles.

you groan, using the napkin to wipe it away again. "so childish." you shake your head disapprovingly, and he just raises his eyebrows at you.

"well, that makes two of us."

btw ik it's not said explicitly but he's obviously divorced, this isn't a cheating fic.

[gotta-winwin]

(🎞️) ... hit the road docu.<> even if we face an unknown path

word count: 1.4k TW: mild catcalling italics are interviews cut between scenes + english a/n: mingyu's ep was so cute to rewatch - enjoy some snippets of cyana + mingyu moments!

Everyone was thankful for the break they received when they landed in New York. After a month of touring through Japan and a December filled with end-of-year promotions, a three day break to kick off the beginning of their North American tour was a warm welcome.

"The weather is so nice." Mingyu pulled Cyana closer to him as they walked down the streets of New York. "Wonwoo, take a photo of us."

Cyana turned to face the boy, leaning into Mingyu's side and smiling for the camera. She didn't really know how she got roped into exploring the city with the Minwon duo, although the company was a nice change from the usual duo she found herself next to- the hyperactive Seungkwan and Dino.

The strong dependence both Mingyu and Wonwoo gave off comforted her enough to relax as they walked through the bustling city crowd.

"I don't know how we got there." Mingyu was walking the interviewer through their day in New York. "But there was a pizza place and I ended up buying pizza for all the staff with us."

Cyana sat next to Wonwoo on the side of the curb, blowing gently on her slice of pizza and waiting for it to cool. "Is this why you're always with Mingyu?" She asked him, gesturing to the boy in question, who was busy handing out slices to the camera crew.

Wonwoo nodded, busy chewing. "He's like a walking wallet." He said once swallowing.

She giggled, taking a bite and groaning at the heavenly aroma that surrounded her taste buds. "I love New York." She mumbled through a mouthful.

"I was the one who bought the pizza." Mingyu had finished, sitting down on the other side of Cyana with a pout on his face. "Shouldn't you say you love me?"

"Don't push your luck, Gyu." Wonwoo had an infuriating smirk on his face as he chimed in from her other side.

Cyana could only look happily at Mingyu, hoping the large smile on her face could make up for her lack of affectionate words. "Thank you, Gyu."

Mingyu's pout melted at the sight. "Anytime, Nana."

"Will you stop moving around?"

It felt like the umpteenth time Mingyu had gotten up from bed to pace around their hotel room. Both Wonwoo and Cyana had voiced many complaints, although Wonwoo was now asleep. She envied boys and their ability to knock it whenever they wanted.

"I feel like we're wasting the day." Mingyu complained, ignoring Cyana's plea for him to stay still. "It's our third day in New York and we've done nothing."

"Yeah, cause we've been resting."

Mingyu frowned at the amount of attitude that dripped from her words. "You're extra moody today."

Cyana cut her eyes at him. "I wouldn't be if you'd stop moving around and let me sleep." She was nearing the brink, her words sounding more like a wail than a plea. "I'd go back to my room but Dino and Hoshi are doing a live in there."

Giving in, Mingyu slumped back down onto the bed, crushing her legs in the process. Cyana let out a huff, kicking him off.

"I thought you wanted me to stop moving?" Mingyu protested, rubbing his back where Cyana had kicked him.

"Go cuddle with Wonwoo." Cyana pulled the covers over her head, muffling her words. "You two are basically a couple anyways."

Cyana waved at the documentary camera, movements slow and lazy. "Hi, we're rehearsing right now." She glanced around her before moving closer, as if she was about to tell a secret. Cupping her hand around her mouth, she whispered. "I lowkey forgot some of the stage cues. It's been so long since our last An Ode concert."

Grabbing the camera herself, she moved to show the others practicing their formations.

"It's not just me." She said defensively. "Everybody's making mistakes today, so practice is going to run a bit longer than usual." She sighed. "At least we got a break in New York! That was..." She paused. "Interesting."

"We had roamed the city in no real direction," Cyana recalled the night. "It was just Mingyu and I. We didn't really have much to do, and Mingyu wanted to record me in the city for our music video Snap Shoot."

"Do I just sing to the camera?" Cyana asked, a little confused about what her cues were.

Mingyu fiddled with the gimbal he was holding, adjusting the settings. "Just freestyle it." He shrugged. "I'll film you walking for a bit."

Nodding, Cyana did her best, feeling a bit awkward just lipsyncing and walking as Mingyu filmed. "Was that okay?" She asked, watching as Mingyu checked the footage. A gust of wind blew through her hair, making her shiver and pull her jacket closer around her. She regretted not changing out of her stage outfit before heading out. The skirt she wore did little to save her from the cold.

"OH MY GOD! MINGYU!"

Both of their heads whipped around towards the noise, Mingyu's eyes widening as he searched for who called his name. A group of people were waving to them from the other side of the street.

"HI!" One of the girls in the group called to him. "We're such big fans of Seventeen!"

Mingyu's face broke into a smile, shifting from worry to joy. "Hi!" He yelled back, waving. "Nice to meet you!"

A boy in the group whistled loudly. "Who's the pretty lady behind you?"

Cyana felt a rush of heat travel up her face. Mingyu hadn't caught the question, but she had.

The same girl who had said hi to Mingyu slapped the boy who had whistled, laughing. "That's that random girl they added to the group. She’s probably out with Mingyu just for his looks." Tossing her hair back, she yelled towards Cyana. "You're not getting lucky tonight, girl! He wouldn’t want you!"

Mingyu looked from the girl back to Cyana, confusion evident across his face. "What?" He mouthed to Cyana, wordlessly asking her for a translation.

She shook her head, forcing a smile. "It's nothing, Gyu." Gesturing to the camera he still held in his hand, she shook off the comments and the stares she could feel coming from the guys in the group, still watching them. "Don't you have other scenes to shoot?"

Mingyu wasn't stupid. He knew something was wrong, and that the problem was coming from the "fans" across the street. Grabbing Cyana's hand, he pulled her along with him as they walked away. "What did she say to you?" He asked, once they could no longer see them.

She only shrugged, knowing translating for him would only upset him. "Nothing important, I guess. I couldn't hear that well."

Mingyu knew she was lying, but he let it go.

Something similar happened in Times Square, this time as Mingyu filmed Dino's segment for the music video.

Cyana had been standing off to the side, watching the shoot take place with an amused smile on her face. She liked seeing Mingyu in his element, and the embarrassed complaints from Dino were equally endearing to hear.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

She turned, coming face to face with a local, who had been silently watching them with interest.

She knew the question was lighthearted and held no ill-will, unlike the boyfriend comments that netizens often left as a way to undermine her position in the group. She felt her lungs clench nonetheless.

"Yup." She responded, deciding she might as well get some fun out of it. "We're filming for a project."

Leaving the guy, she moved closer to the camera crew and stood within the safety of the staff.

"It's a joke, Carats." She gave a knowing look to the camera filming her. "Don't go smashing your keyboards. It's a joke." She couldn't help but let a cheeky smile cross over her face. "Dino is not my boyfriend."

"Who's not your boyfriend?" Mingyu wondered, having only caught the last part of the sentence.

"All done?" Cyana asked, taking a peek at the footage he had gotten.

He nodded. "Who's not your boyfriend?"

She gave him a teasing look. "It's a secret."

"I'll just watch this episode when it comes out." Mingyu told her, still wanting in on the information. "Just tell me."

Shaking her head, Cyana bounded over to where Dino stood, his face still flushed from the shyness of filming in front of so many locals.

"I had a lot of fun exploring with Mingyu." Cyana told the camera. "He's always trying new things, and often drags me along with him" She pursed her lips with a bemused expression. "It's never not fun with him."

a/n: im trying to pump out a bunch of hit the road eps so we can get to cyana's episode about her past + LA incident as soon as possible, so there will be a lot of hit the road updates for the next few days :) it will all be worth it! i'm so excited for you guys to dive into her past.

[lustlovehart]

I know I’ve expressed it before, but I absolutely love this monster au and its Reverse set up too, especially with how the dynamics change! No matter the universe and its setup, MC is surrounded by besotted, dangerous individuals, whether monster or man.

I wonder how this setup would work with Jack, since he and Hunter!MC are coworkers even if separated. Perhaps he met Monster!MC prior to becoming a hunter, spared by them for some reason or another and, after being inspired by Leona too, Jack decided the best way to find Monster!MC again was to learn from the best and track them down.

Love how Malleus is so clearly already obsessed with them even before meeting them and returns frustrated and in love to the point few of his faction even comment on his brooding. Poor guy just wants to woo the beautiful monster he’s been assigned to kill, but he will ignore the orders from Crowley because he acknowledges it’s a stupid order.

And just all the scenarios of the Event dudes too!

Human Fellow quickly going from personal to romantic gain after meeting Monster!MC is so funny, especially when he’s not affiliated with the Hunter organization. He’s probably spared by them for this reasoning:

Monster!MC to Human Fellow: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

That or the fact he’s accompanied by young Gidel and Monster!MC has some boundaries about killing kids or leaving them orphaned. Either way, they’ve now added a conman to the list of their dogged pursuers.

This is probably just a random idea, but Neige’s blurb for the reverse au makes me wonder if he did meet Monster!MC in another lifetime, only to recall them via his dreams/memories (depending on how old MC is here). Perhaps as a besotted young royal who saw the beauty of the monster long ago, only to die tragically before he could express his love or before they could return it. And perhaps there is a near forgotten law from ages past of some forgotten kingdom, whose destruction is credited to Monster!MC, that Riddle finds that would have pardoned a monster from execution via marriage to someone of high standing.

A law Riddle may keep in his back pocket to justify his obsession while finding a loophole to executing Monster!MC. One that a few others might discover if he’s not careful…

Rollo, Rollo my favorite Catholic guilt menace. You are not immune to hot monsters in your area.

Seriously, love this au and all the fun scenarios fit paints, thank you for the brain rot and creativity!

Jack is such an interesting concept in both Au’s! There’s a certain masked stoicism he gives off, whether he has a tail or not, he gives the vibe of one wagging behind him whenever in your vicinity, even when avoiding eye contact…! When I think of one of Jack and Monster!Mc’s first meetings, I imagine you falling out of a tree again except this time, Jack is there to accidentally catch you (Through push ups. When you fall on him, he stays in perfect push up form. It’s you first sign there’s… definitely something different…) When you don’t attack him despite having him underneath you, his curiosity spikes once more. Leona busts into their lounge complaining about you escaping once again.

Maybe… Jack can prove himself to Leona if he catches you (totally has nothing to do with you though, definitely not.)

He has no idea this will actually backfire on him.

Ahh!! I’m so glad the Malleus idea is appreciated!! It’s actually a parallel to Twst!Mc knowing absolutely nothing about Malleus in their first meeting. Meanwhile, Malleus knows everything about you! He knows your capabilities, your height, your weight, your hand size, but.. He knows nothing about you. His only wish is to know your favorite color, your favorite time of the day, perhaps your favorite… gargoyle? Crowley knows about his ever growing infatuation with you…

He always tries his best to tell Malleus you’re just a heinous murderer… But then he glares at him, and the Foundations all powerful leader, backs away immediately.

Fellow is so silly, he looks at you with dollars signs in his eyes, and then you growl a “Shoo” too him with your face in view, and the money is replaced with heart eyes. And ugh!! You’re so right about Monster!Reader not killing younger humans!! Both Mcs have a semblance of kindness. While Hunter!Reader may have a much much bigger soft spot than Monster!Reader, M!Reader doesn’t like the thought of killing a mortal who hasn’t even had the chance to do anything wrong yet… The hearts in Fellows eyes grow bigger while he schemes about having Gidel expose you’re human empathy much more.

You’re actually right about Neiges whole meeting MC in a different life!! It’s really up to interpretation but my idea with it was more like, Neige remembering Monster Hunter!Reader instead! I was listening to “Birds of A feather” by Billie eilish when I was writing his part and then these lyrics popped up and I was struck with inspiration!!

“I knew you in another life. You had the same look in your eyes…” I like to think, even though Monster!Reader is the reason his comrades are on the verge of dying, for single moment, you and Neige lock eyes. He recognizes the way they soften… A more humanized version tenderly smiling at him as they decorate his wings with pretty paint. Except, he never remembers having bright feathers flailing behind his back. Neige is the only one who experiences this phenomenon. When he brings it up the rest of the Reverse cast, they look at him in confusion for these so called dreams.

I do love the idea of him being a prince though, and forbidden romance!! Maybe while Neige damsel in distress carries you away, he confesses a love he never remembers existing. And then… You’re left wondering… How the hell did the royal from 200 years ago find you again? The one who… Begged you to rule over his kingdom with him?!

Riddle finding loops holes in rules is also yummy?!? He wants to follow rules so bad… Finding loopholes almost feels like breaking them in truth, but then again, many less than legal actions have happened within the other units (Not Heartslaybul though, he’ll never let that happen). Before you know, You wake up painted in red roses, Riddle crouching next to you. The pattern is inconsistent, but that’s not the point…

“One is forbidden from yearning for a clean, unsullied, pure monster.” You shiver with the feeling of red paint dripping down your head. “You’re not clean anymore. You’re dirtied with red.” Your clawed hand reaches to wipe the paint from your face, but calloused hands stop you. “That means it’s not forbidden.”

I like how rather than having four ways to treat you like everyone else (Depending on the Au and its Mc), Rollo only has 2. His attitude depends on soley whether you’re a monster or a human. For a human, it will always be “You’re pure, untainted I love you I shall forever stand by you.” Meanwhile 💀, Rollo has a more domineering countenance if you’re a monster… He’ll call you all mannerisms of a devil, yet the beating in his chest can’t stop the fact he heavily yearns for your touch. He’s convinced you’ve hexed him. He’s litterally that Plankton meme. “Oh no, you’re hot!”

I’m so happy my brainrots have been enjoyed by you! I’m always looking forward to your comments on Monster!Twst posts with your thoughts! It’s amazing to see and feel how much you enjoy the Au and my writing ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 97 (Cherished Friendships)

Conrad tried to make breakfast for his hosts while a familiar light rain drizzled outside, but Neal rushed into the kitchen to stop him. "It's an old stove. Real finnicky," he insisted. "Maybe you should let someone else do that. Heather, maybe."

"It's no trouble. I had a stove like this growing up," said Conrad, but Neal shook his head.

"It's not a good idea."

Daisy shook her head with a gentle chuckle. "Don't let him scare you. He's just trying to scam a meal out of his daughter now that she's as good as any gourmet chef."

They all knew it was more than that, but they went along with the excuse because it was easier that way. "It's not like I'm making anyone ambrosia," Heather said. There was nothing special about her scrambled eggs and bacon, but she took over at the stove while Conrad hung out with sleepy Lavender, instead.

The early morning rains let up and the sun came out, so Heather and Conrad next headed to Old New Henford, where Everett, Spencer, and their children had settled well into the mild winter season - at least it was more seasonal than their last home in Oasis Springs.

"Greyson, say hello to your godmother, Heather."

"Hi, Heather," he said cheerily. "Hey! You have glasses, too!"

"I told you she did." Spencer looked apologetically at her old friend. "He just got glasses recently and was feeling insecure, so I was trying to tell him all the awesome people I know who rock glasses."

"Your glasses look really good, Greyson. The bright red is so cool!" Heather wasn't lying to him about his glasses, though she played up the excitement to help Spencer convince him to embrace this change in his appearance. "I've had glasses for pretty much as long as I can remember, and I love wearing them. If I looked as cool as you, I'd love them even more!"

Seven-year-old Greyson smiled up at Heather. "You look pretty cool," he said, before running off to play on the monkey bars in their backyard.

Heather watched firsthand the bond between Spencer and her sons. Especially four-year-old Jett, who was Heather's biological child, but was treated the same as his siblings. He followed Spencer everywhere and loved making everyone laugh. "I seriously don't know why you doubt yourself, Spence," Heather gushed. "You're an incredible mom."

They also met Everett and Spencer's third little miracle - a daughter they named Violet. She was about six months younger than Lavender, with big blue eyes like her mother.

"I hope you don't mind that their names are so similar," said Spencer. "I've just always loved the name and I thought maybe the girls might grow up to be friends as close as we are. If that happens, their names are a perfect set!"

Heather smiled at the thought. "I think Violet's name is perfect, and I'd love for her and Lavender to have as many adventures together as we have!"

"I'm still planning to take you to Selvadorada with me next time, if you can get away."

Heather nodded. "And I'm still planning to get away, as long as business stays as manageable as its been lately!"

Everett's father Bob stopped by to say hello, and Heather thought to ask him about Agnes and Agatha. "How does it feel seeing clones of your dead mothers walk around town?"

He laughed. "It was hard to get used to, but now it comforts me whenever I see them. They're together forever, just like they wanted to be."

They left for San Myshuno after leaving the Pancakes' after lunch, picking up Ash from the Landgraabs' penthouse before stopping in to visit with Heather's old friend, Dylan Richards, and her family. Pearl was a year and a half older than Ash, but their mothers were happy to see them get along.

"You can do my math homework?"

Ash shrugged. "It's not that hard. Just numbers."

"I don't like numbers," Pearl complained. "I prefer dancing, but every time I want to practice, Darrell gets in the way!" Pearl's toddler brother perked up from the sofa at the mention of his name. "Be glad you have sisters. Little brothers are so annoying!"

Pearl's father, Gavin, chuckled. "He just wants to spend time with his big sister, sweetheart. He loves you!"

"Why can't he love me and be less annoying?" she moaned.

Gavin took Darrell into the hall to help him use up some of his energy, and by now, Lavender was struggling. It had been days since she'd been in her own crib and felt the familiar surroundings of their home in Brindleton Bay. Though she'd been her wiggly, happy self for most of the weekend, she was fading fast.

Heather had hoped to stop in to see Holly and Kris' daughter, Betta, who was only a few weeks younger than Lavender, but Heather and Conrad knew it was time to head home.

(Look at that face. She would not stand being passed around for cuddles in one more stranger's arms this day!)

They knew they'd see Heather's youngest niece during the Winterfest holidays, but they still had a few weeks of work left until the festive season. ->

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NOTE: Did I give Heather and Everett's children all colour names? Yes I did. Am I plotting something? Maybe. Will we know what that is for years? No. 😂 Did plotting encourage me to give Violet a better outfit than the default medieval cc dress and bucket hat she aged up in? Also no.

[salty-autistic-writer]

Sunshine at noon wakes him up. Tommy furrows his brows in annoyance and blinks at the too-bright snippet of the outside world he can glimpse from where he’s curled up on his couch. Clear sky. It would be such a nice day for flying. Just like yesterday.

But instead of flying, Tommy has been parked on the same spot on his couch for a few days now, wrapped in a blanket like a sad burrito that someone left at the side of the road. He can imagine just fine how the rest of him looks. Unwashed, uncombed, unshaved. It’s a good thing no one will ever see him like this. He’s invisible. Hidden from the world.

Tommy took a personal leave. No one at work batted an eye. No one complained. It never happened before and after transferring from the 118 to the 217, Tommy made sure he had a certain reputation. He’s reliable. On time. Capable. Unproblematic. Friendly enough that people talk to him and want to go drink a beer with him once in a while. And he sold his role well enough, obviously. No one is worrying too much about him. They think he’s just … sick. Down with a cold or something.

They don’t know the brutal truth: Tommy is a complete mess. And he can’t find the energy to change anything about it.

All he does these days is sleep, stare at the TV without following what’s happening, drag himself up to go to the bathroom once in a while and get himself something to drink or eat - only the barest necessities, go back to slump on the couch again, and eat lots of ice cream. A ton of ice cream, actually. Empty containers surround him.

He’s pathetic. And an idiot. An idiot who manages to destroy everything good in his life and in the lives of the people he gets too close to. He messed things up before. But this is different. Because this time, he was almost about to be happy. And he had to throw that away too.

It’s better this way , Tommy tries to convince himself once again. I can’t be selfish. Evan deserves better. He may be hurt, sad and angry for the moment, but he will get over it. He is amazing and will find an amazing person. Someone who doesn’t carry around suitcases filled with past baggage. Someone who isn’t damaged. Someone who doesn’t stand on a wobbly heap of insecurities, ready to fall down the rabbit hole of panic and overthinking any moment. He will find an amazing person and he will be happy. Yes. He will be happy. 

No. Tommy can’t be selfish. But that’s it. He already was, right? He indulged himself. He allowed himself to enjoy what he had with Evan. Enjoyed it too much. Because it felt so good. It felt so right. Evan was always sunshine and nice things, hope and gentleness, honesty and acceptance, wrapped into touches that burned without being painful. 

Tommy took all that and then forgot that it couldn’t last forever. Because good things always come to an end. And the moment Evan spoke about moving in. About futures. It hit him. Evan doesn’t know enough. And Tommy loves Evan too much to let him walk into something he is going to regret. He learned enough lessons to know how this one would end. So he ran.

He ran once again. And now Tommy doesn’t know where to go.

God. He can’t even stay in Los Angeles, right? Something tugs painfully at Tommy’s heart when he realises that. He built a life here in LA. A relatively stable one compared to whatever he had before that. He liked to think it was a good life. With a stable job. With colleagues who like him enough to talk to him after work. With a house and a garage and hobbies. With neighbours who smile at him. A quiet life. A normal life.

A lonely life. 

Loneliness protects me, Tommy thinks grimly. He should leave. It would be better for everyone.

It was nice to reconnect with Hen and Howie. It was nice to meet Eddie. They have a lot in common. It’s been a while since he could talk about his time in the military with someone who knew exactly what he was feeling. It’s been nice to see Bobby and eat his lasagna again. But in the end, all of them are Evan’s family. So it’s only reasonable that they won’t want to spend time with Tommy anymore. He lost them with Evan.

So what is holding him here?

So you really want to run again? That doubtful little voice nagging his mind wonders.

I need to. It’s better this way. For everyone including myself. 

Is it? Or is this just you following a pattern because you’re too scared to wait and see if things might turn out differently this time? Because they could right? You can’t see the future. 

And the next thought going through his mind might be the sharpest. It cuts into his heart and leaves it bleeding. It hurts. But it’s so clear and real.

What do you have to lose anyway? 

Tommy sits up and buries his face in his hands. Yes. What does he have to lose, now that he destroyed everything? He has nothing and no one. Because he’s a coward. Always has been. Always will be …

The doorbell rings. Tommy flinches violently and stares towards the door, wide-eyed, his heart pounding.

Immediately, Tommy is flooded by anxiety. He’s not expecting anyone. Oh God. He really hopes it’s not Evan. He’s not ready for that talk. Or maybe it’s just someone from the 118 who decided to tell him in person what an asshole and coward he is. Well. I deserve that, Tommy guesses tiredly.

The doorbell rings again.

Tommy sighs. He drags his body up, letting the blanket slide on the couch and shuffles to the door, preparing himself for being yelled at. Or for being punched immediately. When he opens, however, he’s in for a different surprise.

“Lucy?!”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t check on you?” Lucy asks, raising a brow. She eyes him up and down, crossing her arms. “You look horrible.”

“I know,” Tommy mutters, scratching at the back of his head, feeling how greasy his growing hair is.

Lucy doesn’t wait for an invitation. She pushes past him, walks right into the living room, puts her hands on her hips, while she takes a look around and shakes her head. She reaches out to pick up one of the emptied ice cream containers that are littering the couch, the table, the floor. She turns to look at him, raising the container and a brow. “Jesus, Tommy.”

“I know,” Tommy sighs again, fidgeting with the hem of the old hoodie he’s wearing. He can't look her in the eye. Can't even ask her why she's here. He didn't think anyone would actually make the effort to drive by his house and ring the doorbell. And now he doesn't know how to deal with it.

“Have you eaten? I mean, anything else than ice cream? Come on. Let’s order Chinese,” Lucy says, already pulling out her phone.

A ghost of an almost smile appears on Tommy’s face. That’s why he likes Lucy. She’s direct and stern and somehow exactly what he needs right now. He doesn’t know how he deserves her being here, but it helps. It really does.

Their food arrives a little while later and they sit on the couch to eat. Tommy’s stomach growls when he smells the food and he feels a little dizzy. Wow. He didn’t even notice he was hungry before Lucy decided to pay him a visit.

“You broke up with Buck,” Lucy says, digging into her noodles. It’s not a question. It’s a statement. Tommy wonders if it's that obvious or if someone told her. And if so, who? “And now you are going to tell me why.”

Tommy sighs. “I thought it’s the right thing to do,” he says, after he chewed and swallowed his chicken. “The best thing for … for him.”

“So you freaked out,” Lucy says dryly. “It was a flight response. What did he do? Oh God,” she looks up from her food, wide-eyed. “Did the idiot propose already?!”

Tommy blinks. “Uh. No. He … He said he wants me to move in with him.”

Lucy deflates. She shakes her head. “Wow. Okay. Wait. Why would you move in with him? He has a loft. You have a house.” She gestures around, raising a brow. “I mean. If anything, he should be moving in with you. Is his bed even big enough for the two of you?”

“Not really,” Tommy mutters. Not if they wanted to use it for specific things. “But it doesn’t matter, Lucy. I broke up with him. Because he deserves better. He thinks he’s in love now. He thinks he wants a future with me now. But … There are things he doesn’t know about me. And I don’t want him to regret it. I don’t want to wake up in a few weeks, after living the dream, only to realise it’s going to turn into a nightmare where we both pretend that everything is alright but it isn’t …”

“Self-fulfilling-prophecy,” Lucy says, staring at him incredulously. “That’s what you’re doing right now, Tommy. You act like you know the future. Like you know how things are going to turn out. But you don’t! There are things he doesn’t know about you? So what? Tell him!”

“It’s not that easy,” Tommy mutters, his heart growing heavy. “I don’t want him to look at me differently. I love him too much for that.”

“You love him,” Lucy says, matter of factly, her brows wandering up.

Tommy swallows. He just said that, right? “I guess."

“So,” Lucy raises a finger. “Let me see if I got that right. You broke up with Buck because … you love him too much?”

Tommy doesn’t know if he’s supposed to cry or laugh. He shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do, Lucy. I just … I got scared. This whole thing was too good to be true in the first place. And now he acts like he wants a future with me but how can he know that? How can I know it? Also … I don’t want him to miss out on anything. He just discovered he’s bisexual. And I was his first relationship with a guy.” Lucy scoffs. “Oh, come on, Tommy. Buck is an adult. He can make his own choices. And from what you are telling me, he already did. No. This is about you , freaking out because you are scared this will end badly.”

“Well, it’s not like things worked out in the past,” Tommy says bitterly. “Even if I was trying.”

Lucy makes a sympathetic noise. She reaches out, her hand resting on Tommy’s shoulder. A comforting presence. “Okay, but look at yourself now. You’re the definition of miserable. Those last few months? You’ve been glowing. Always smiling and giggling like a teenager in love with your phone in your hand. It was quite disgusting, to be honest. But I loved it for you. Loved it for Buckley, too, a little. You’re sabotaging your own happiness because your trauma tries to tell you that whatever happened in the past will happen again. But that’s the thing. You don’t know that. If you run, you take away your chance to find out things are going to be okay. He makes you happy, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says hoarsely, feeling his throat tightening and tears gathering in his eyes. So happy.

“Then stop eating ice cream and start talking,” Lucy tells him.

Tommy swallows. She makes it sound so easy. But … “He won’t want me back now. Maybe he won’t even want to talk to me. I hurt him.”

“Just tell him the truth. Tell him what you told me. And then tell him the rest. If you don’t try, you will never know and I’m quite sure not knowing will hurt even more. Who knows. Maybe he’s already waiting. Or thinking about texting you.”

“Do you really think that's possible?” Tommy asks, surprised. He imagined a lot of scenarios. Most of them involve Evan cursing Tommy's name.

Lucy smiles at him. “I can imagine it. Come on, Tommy. I can see it in your sad wet eyes. You really do love this idiot. Don’t throw this away just like that. Don’t run away. At least try to fight for it. Because if he feels the same, he’s going to do that too.”

“I’m scared,” Tommy admits, glancing at his phone. Scared of the reaction hurting even more than this does.

Lucy rubs his back. “I know. But you can’t let fear control your life. Fear is a liar. And if you listen to it, it’s always going to take you back to the past.”

She gets up, collecting the empty boxes and putting them into a plastic bag. “Text him. Or call him. Don’t wait too long.” She wrinkles her nose. “And please stop playing hibernating hedgehog soon. I need you back in the cockpit.”

Tommy manages a smile. “I will try. Thank you, Lucy.”

“Of course,” she tells him, her eyes softening.

After Lucy leaves, Tommy stares at this phone. He stares at it for a long time. Then, he takes it in his hand and opens his chat with Evan. His heart clenches when he reads their last conversation. Feels like that happened an eternity ago. Before any of them even thought about a breakup. Because … they really were happy, right?

Tommy stares at the screen and he starts to think this is the scariest thing he’s ever been thinking about doing. Because what if Evan simply ignores or blocks him? Or … what if Evan just tells him to go to hell? Fear comes in waves, dark and cold. But then Tommy remembers that he really does not have much to lose. And he has at least one friend who will be there to collect the pieces when he breaks apart completely. He should get a grip and take a leap of faith. He messed this up. Maybe he can fix it. Maybe.

Tommy takes a deep breath and starts to type.

(AO3 link)