#oh hey look I actually called this one too

[e-nonsense]

TELL ME YOU SEE ME

pairing. jason todd x reader

warnings. reader is a little pathetic, character death and revival, eventual smut, sub!jason, soft dom!reader, virgin!jason, lots and lots of consent

request. here

a/n. thank you both for this ask, not sure if this is what you wanted exactly, i couldn’t really fit it all in with what i had going

you giggled as dick grumbled about the piece of gum stuck in his hair, your legs swinging over the ledge of the building he’d cornered you on.

the former robin had followed you after you’d ‘stolen’ jewels. turns out selina had taken off with hem and you were just the distraction. but that didn’t stop you from playing your usual pranks.

like that time you superglued bruce’s utility belt closed, or put little animal stickers on the cowl of his suit.

all that had changed so quickly. the lightheartedness and awkwardness you emitted had disappeared.

everyone saw how losing him changed you. you weren’t loud and weird anymore, you’d stick to yourself, keeping your weird thoughts to yourself. actually now that you think about it you didn’t have many weird thoughts anymore.

maybe they died with jason too.

“oh come on. i haven’t done anything wrong, have i?” you grinned at the robin in front of you. there was a hint of a smile on his lips, head tilted at you.

“i guess not, but i am gonna need gordon’s glasses back.”

“buzzkill, birdy.” you pout before pulling the glasses off your face and handing them over to him with a grumble.

“thanks kitty cat,” jason grins, before leaving to go back on patrol.

you were half asleep, dreams of him haunted you every night. you’d see his face all the time, flashes of his brutal state would come over you, you remember his funeral too, well the one you and dick had for him because bruce buried him without everyone.

“hey kid,” dick muttered, his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at his brother’s grave. this was the last thing the first robin thought would happen when he got back from space.

you don’t say anything, no jokes or pranks. you just stand there like a peace of you was in that grave with him.

you spun in your chair waiting for the computer to finish decrypting the information dick had brought to you. you’d broken through the locks and safety measured on the drive easily.

apparently it belonged to some new criminal mob boss, red hood, he called himself. you hadn’t encountered him yet, you assumed your turn to meet this lunatic was soon or never, seeing as nobody new about your whereabouts these days, except dick.

and there. you were in. you grabbed your phone to make the call to dick.

you heard it before you felt it, the soft click of a gun and then the cold nozzle pressed up against your neck. “i wouldn’t.”

the voice was distorted, your fingers stilled against your key board.

“you’re a hard person to find, kitty cat. very hard, i leave for six years and then you’re off the grid too. but i finally found you.”

“excuse me?” stupid, you scold yourself in you mind, what idiot snarks when— oh yeah, you would.

he laughed, a cold, creepy sound coming from what you assumed to be a voice modulator. then you heard a soft hiss of air and a thud, his helmet placed on the desk in front of you.

“c’mon kitty cat. you don’t remember me?” he uses the gun to tip your head back.

“what..?” your eyes widen as you stare up at him.

“ah, there you go. you’ve changed, not as much spunk and crazy anymore.”

you snatched the purse of some mugger, knocking him out before handing it back to the lady he stole it from. the woman smiles before going on her way. you hummed softly as jason landed in the alley in front of you, “nice work, kitty.”

you couldn’t help the smile on your face, grinning proudly at his praise, you were sure if you had a real tail it’d be wagging happily right now. “really?”

“oh yeah,” he nods, even at sixteen jason wasn’t completely a fool, he could tell how much his words meant to you.

he stared down at you. “c’mon kitty cat, i’m gonna need those files back. can you do that f’me?” was it mean to use your feelings against you like this? yes, definitely but jason was also trying to determine whether or not you still had those feeling for him too.

your shake your head, dick needs these files to stop red hood. but jason is red hood, so you’d be hurting him— no you have to help dick.

“i can’t.”

“sure you can, just take it out and give it here.”

“no.”

he pressed the gun harder into your neck, reminding you that it was an option, but he wouldn’t pull the trigger, it’d be useless to anyways. the gun was unloaded, not a single bullet inside, he couldn’t risk accidentally shooting you.

“fine,” you scoff, unplugging the hard drive and handing it over.

“i’ll see you soon kitty cat.” he leaves, leaving his helmet behind with you, the camera in it would keep an eye on you and you most definitely wouldn’t give the helmet up, he knew that.

it wasn’t long later until you saw him next. he didn’t intend to stay away anymore. this time when he came to you, it had properly registered in your mind. this was jason, jason was back.

so when you hugged him so suddenly, words tumbling out of your mouth messily. “i missed you so much.” you whisper, arms tight around him.

you sniffled and his heart broke, fingers gently running through your hair as he held you. his body tensing when the words ‘i love you’ escaped your lips. you hadn’t seem to realised because you kept going on, soft rambling, refusing to let him go.

he tried to speak, only to be cut off by you once more.

“i didn’t know how to say it, but you always got me.” you whisper, looking up at him. “tell me you see me.”

“i see you, doll.”

—

you didn’t expect him to be a virgin.

not with the looks of a god and the voice of an angel.

but you embraced the fact, you loved it even that he wanted you as his first. even though you were the one begging, on your knees in front of him, he couldn’t tear his eyes from you.

“can i touch you?” your fingers hover over his undressed body, he nodded.

“words, jay.”

“y-yeah.” he shivers under your touch, a soft groan leaving him.

“you’re so pretty,” you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lick a strip up his cock, swirling your tongue around his head. “taste so sweet too.”

his hand grips the sheets, staring at the arch of your back and the way your ass sticks up. you take his hand, leading towards your hair, “can i?”

“yeah, yeah go ahead, kitty.”

your lashes flutter as i pushes your head down towards his cock, you mouth falling open immediately to suck him up. you hum softly, as if you were gaining more pleasure from this than he was.

he holds your hair out of your face while you gag on the sheer length of him, his cock so thick it stretches your mouth open so far that you know your jaw will ache this time tomorrow.

he groans out your name, shameless with his noises. he pulls you off him, you whine trying to go down on him again, he thinks he could cum at the sight. “i wanna feel you, please.”

you can’t deny him, not when his big icy blue eyes stare down at you.

jason todd does not fuck like a virgin. you learn that when he can’t seem to stop fucking you into the bed. gasping into your ear while you babble on about how good he is.

how pretty he is.

how nobody could understand you like him.

how much you love him.

he can barely hold himself in but he doesn’t wanna stop right now.

“oh— oh jay.” you whimper softly, “so so good.”

he’ll wait, just to hear your little praises and whines, to hear that you love him.

“i know, i know baby. i love you too.”

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

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Spencer's Secret - Spencer Reid

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: All Spencer wanted was to finish his paperwork and go home, but now he’s in a bar, drunk, and confessing all his secrets to Derek.

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The team had barely settled back into the office after a grueling case when Derek threw an arm over Emily’s shoulder, talking about needing a drink. Emily agreed with a weary smile, and soon enough, JJ, Penelope, and Rossi had chimed in, all eager to unwind together. Somehow, they’d even managed to convince Hotch, who gave them a reluctant nod, his rare smile hinting he could use a break too.

All that was left was Spencer. Sitting at his desk, he was hunched over, diligently finishing up his paperwork, when Derek strolled over and leaned in with his usual, "Hey, pretty boy."

Spencer looked up, already anticipating the question. "No, Derek, I’m not going."

Derek raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I didn’t even get to ask!"

"Doesn’t matter. I’m not going," Spencer replied firmly, looking back down at his files.

"Come on, kid," Derek urged, his voice dropping to a softer, pleading tone. "Just this once. If you come, I’ll never ask again. I swear."

Spencer let out a sigh, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with him. There was a beat of silence as he mulled it over, glancing at the hopeful faces of his teammates nearby. Finally, he closed his file, resigned. "Fine," he muttered, “but just this once."

Derek’s face broke into a grin, practically bouncing on his feet. "You heard him, guys—he’s in! Let’s go before he changes his mind."

Spencer reluctantly stood up, pulling on his coat with a sigh. He glanced around, noticing the others already gathering their things, excitement buzzing among them. As they all filed out together, Penelope slung an arm around Spencer, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"Oh, Spence, you’ll have fun. Trust me," she said, winking.

Spencer managed a small, hesitant smile, wondering just what he was getting himself into. It wasn’t exactly his ideal night out, but surrounded by his friends, he couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of anticipation growing despite himself.

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As soon as the team settled into the bar, the weight of the last case started to fade. They ordered the first round, eager to drink, laugh, and let loose for a few hours. The drinks flowed freely, and soon they were deep in conversation, sharing old stories and laughing harder with each passing round. Spencer, who rarely drank, was feeling more than a little tipsy. Nights like these weren’t really his scene—he usually found it far more comfortable to stay home. But now, with the warm buzz in his head and his friends around, he was actually enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, Derek had been off flirting at the bar, but eventually made his way back to the booth, where Spencer was the last one still sitting. Derek, who could hold his liquor well, was only slightly buzzed. He noticed Spencer's dazed expression and grinned, sliding into the seat next to him. "Pretty boy," he said, nudging him, "there are so many gorgeous women here tonight. You should go try and have some fun, maybe even get a date."

Spencer, a little too drunk to filter his thoughts, shook his head. "Don’t need a date," he said, his words slurring slightly.

Derek raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh yeah? And why’s that?"

Spencer’s face softened, and he blurted, “I’ve got an amazing girlfriend at home.”

"Right, sure," Derek teased, not at all convinced. "So what’s her name?"

Spencer’s face lit up. "Y/N," he said, his voice full of adoration. He leaned in, eyes dreamy, and started rambling. “She’s incredible, Derek. So smart, so beautiful. She’s way out of my league—I still can’t believe she’s with me.”

Derek chuckled, noticing just how drunk Spencer was. It was getting late, and he knew Spencer would never make it home on his own. “Why don’t you call Y/N to pick you up, then?” he said, jokingly.

Spencer’s face brightened, and he fumbled for his phone. Derek watched in amusement as he dialed, still skeptical, until he heard a faint “Hello?” from the other end.

Spencer’s face lit up even more. “Hello, my love,” he said, voice thick with affection.

You let out a soft laugh on the other side of the line. “Hey, Spence! Everything alright?”

Spencer grinned, completely forgetting why he’d called. “Yeah,” he said dreamily. “I just…wanted to hear your pretty voice.”

You laughed, clearly touched. Derek, now genuinely surprised that someone had actually answered, took the phone from Spencer, holding it up to his ear. "Hello?" he asked, still a bit skeptical.

"Uh, hi,” you replied, a little confused. “Who is this?"

Derek cleared his throat. “This is Derek. Spencer friend.”

“Oh! Nice to finally meet you, Derek, Spencer talks about you and the team quite a bit.” you said, sounding amused. “I’m Y/N, his girlfriend.”

Derek muttered, “Holy shit, you’re real.”

"Sorry?" you asked, sounding puzzled.

“Nothing, nothing,” he chuckled. “Listen, Spencer’s had a bit too much to drink. Are you able to pick him up?”

You let out a soft, understanding laugh. “Yeah, of course. Just tell me where you guys are.”

Derek gave you the address and hung up, handing the phone back to Spencer. "Your girlfriend’s coming to get you," he said, still slightly in awe that Spencer’s been hiding a girlfriend from them.

Spencer’s eyes lit up even more. “Y/N?” he asked eagerly.

“Yeah, pretty boy, Y/N,” Derek replied, shaking his head with a grin.

Spencer slumped back in his seat with a satisfied sigh. “Finally,” he mumbled. “Someone cool to hang out with.”

Derek just laughed, patting Spencer on the shoulder. He sat down with Spencer and waited with him for Y/N to get there, eager to meet her.

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As Spencer was still happily rambling to Derek about his incredible girlfriend, the door opened, and a beautiful woman stepped into the bar. Spencer’s eyes widened instantly. "Y/N!" he exclaimed, jumping up so quickly he nearly tripped. He stumbled over to you, practically throwing himself into your arms, clinging to you like he’d just found his lifeline. He buried his face in your neck, a contented sigh escaping him.

You wrapped your arms around him, laughing softly at his drunken enthusiasm. "Looks like someone had a good time," you teased, rubbing his back.

“Missed you so much,” he mumbled into your neck, his words muffled but unmistakably fond.

Looking up, you noticed a man standing a few steps behind Spencer, observing the two of you with an amused grin. "You must be Derek," you said, offering him a warm smile.

Derek smiled back, giving a nod. "Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you tonight."

Before you could respond, Spencer had already started tugging you gently toward the exit. You glanced back at Derek and gave him a quick smile. "Hopefully we can actually talk sometime soon," you said, laughing as Spencer clung to your arm.

Derek chuckled, nodding. "I’d like that. Take care of him. Goodnight, Y/N."

He watched as you guided a tipsy, lovesick Spencer out of the bar, a soft smile still on his face. Just then, Penelope popped up beside him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “What are you staring at?” she asked, following his gaze to the exit.

“Spencer’s got a girlfriend,” Derek said, unable to keep a little laugh from escaping as he recalled the whole scene.

Penelope’s eyes went wide, and she gasped, practically bouncing in place. "Wait, what?! Our Spencer? Oh my God, I need details!"

Derek smirked, shaking his head. "Calm down, babygirl. You can interrogate him tomorrow," he teased.

Penelope pouted, but the excitement was already building. After a second, she sighed dramatically, then brightened up again and grabbed Derek’s hand. “Fine! But right now, you’re dancing with me.”

Derek let her pull him to the dance floor, chuckling as he made a mental note to tease Spencer about this night for a long time.

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[jjkarmy091]

Second Best- Jungkook (part 6)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Jungkook woke up around 9:30 am. The first thing he did was check his phone in case he had any notifications from Y/n, but had none. He was seriously getting worried about this lack of response. Had something happened with the person Y/n left with? If that was the case he would never be able to forgive himself. He knew he should have gone after her, he's so stupid. 

He got up, took a quick shower, got dressed, grabbed his keys and left, he couldn’t keep up with this uneasy feeling. Putting his helmet on, he drove to the coffee shop Y/n worked. He knew her shifts very well, and that was the only place he could find her. When he got there, he parked his bike, took a deep breath and got in looking everywhere for her but still no Y/n in sight. 

“Hey there moto boy. What can I get you?” Sana asked. Jungkook looked kinda confused. “I was actually looking for Y/n. Is she on her break?” Sana frowned and looked at him suspiciously. 

“You’re kidding right?” Sana exclamed. “You are always together and talk to each otherall the time when you aren’t. You can’t tell me you didn’t know she took some days off” 

The world fell at Jungkook's feet upon hearing that. Y/n took a few days off and didn't even answered to his texts or deign to call? what the fuck was going on. Jungkook nodded his head, said thank you and left, picking his phone up instantly to call Y/n. “The person you called is not available. Please try again later” 

Fuck. Me

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Y/n fell in love with that place as soon as she saw it. Everywhere she looked she she felt immense peace and everything seemed so quiet and cozy, everything to make the weight on her shoulders disappear. Upon entering the chalet, they were immediately greeted by a gentleman at the entrance who directed them to the reception.

After checking in and receive the keys, they picked up their luggage and followed the gentlemanto the elevator, who was showing them the way to their "apartment”. Y/n couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. Walking in, she’s faced with a very nice living room, with wooden walls and gray furniture. It had shelves with books, among other really cute stuff decorating the place. All very neutral and very light, exactly what she needed. On the coffee table was champagne and a plate with strawberries and chocolate with a small note saying "we hope you enjoy your stay as much as we enjoy your presence. Thanks for choosing us. Have fun" 

From the living room they went to the bedroom to organize their things. When they walked in Y/n was even more astonished. From their bed they had a view of the outside. She always loved snow and being there was filling her heart with so much happiness she wished she could live there forever.

“Where did you find this place and how can you afford it for both of us?!” Y/n exclaimed. Lisa looked at her with a funny look “My dad owns it. A benefit of traveling so much and not seeing his family for so long, not everything can be bad. I used to come here for Christmast and New year. It's crazy during those days and you know me, I love crazy and those were my favourite moments here”

Y/n laughed. Only Lisa could say something like that. 

“So… You know how to ski right?” Lisa asked out of nowhere. “Oh hell no Lisa, no way, not right now, we just got here we should—” Y/n argued back but was soon interrupted by Lisa 

“There's a snow suit in the closet on the right. We have a lot to discover we won't wait until tomorrow. You rest during the night. Come on princess, time is money” Y/n huffed while getting her suit to start putting it on.  How could Lisa have so much energy was something she couldn't understand.

They both got dressed and head out of the chalet. Y/n was amazed by the view, everything was perfect. But it’s not an adventure if something doesn't go right for Y/n. Out of nowhere she lost sight of Lisa, making her panick. She had no idea where she was.

Y/n looked around trying to see her friend but couldn’t identify anyone who would look like her. She started walking around worried about straying too far from where Lisa last saw her. Y/n was so distracted that she didn't even notice anyone coming close to her, ending up colliding with that person, causing her to lose balance and fall. The other person quickly knelt down, stretching out his hand to help her until she heard “Y/n?” 

She looked up, took the stranger's hand and straightened her hair a little, trying to understand where she recognized that voice from, until the stranger took the protective mask off his eyes and saw him.

“Taehyung?”  

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[hanniebaeee]

The Ex

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of injury

Genre: exes to lovers, fluffffff

Summary: Your ex, Hyunjin, calls you at midnight, injured and freaked out. The fact that you're still in love with him may be a problem. Or not.

Your break-up with Hyunjin had been a literal storm. Tear-soaked, heartbreaking, and both of you still so much in love that it hurt beyond words could explain. You didn't understand how it came to it, actually. Watching him walk away was the hardest thing you've ever had to do, and that's an image you can't get off your mind. No matter how hard you try.

You tried to delete his number, unfollow him literally everywhere, and move on with your life. But it was easier said than done. That's why when his number flashes on your phone screen, you freeze.

You almost ignore it. Almost. But something inside you won't let you, and here you are, answering his call.

“Hyunjin?”

There’s a weird silence on his side. You haven't heard his voice since you broke up a couple of months ago, and the anticipation is killing you.

You're starting to think that he made a mistake, when you hear his breath on the other line - heavy and desperate.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin’s voice is shaky, and you sit upright, your heart in your throat.

“Hyunjin? What’s going on?” you ask, ready to run. “Are you ok?”

“I’m at - at the hospital,” he chokes out.

“What? What happened?!” you ask, fear starting to grip you.

“I fell…I was going down some stairs, trying to carry all my art supplies - don’t ask, it’s a long story. But I tripped and fell down the stairs, and my foot, it’s swelling up. It hurts like hell, Y/N, I’m so scared-” His voice breaks, and he takes in a shaky breath. “Someone dropped me here, and I don’t - I don’t even know anyone in this city.”

Your heart sinks, imagining him sitting there, hurt and scared and…alone. You know you should feel nothing for him. Maybe a bit of concern, but nothing else. He's your ex.

But no, that isn’t how your heart works. This is Hyunjin, it says, the guy you spent way too many sleepless nights with, the guy you had to claw out of your chest when you broke up.

“Hello? Y/N?” Hyunjin sounds like a lost little child, his little sobs gripping at your poor heart.

“Hyunjin, take a breath. Oh my God. Stop crying, baby, I’m on my way, okay? I-” You freeze, closing your eyes, cursing yourself for the slip.

You called him baby?!

A beat of silence. You can hear Hyunjin sniffling on the other side, and you panic.

“Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean-” you stutter, before quickly saying, “I'll see you soon.”

You hang up before he can reply, embarrassment coursing through you. You sit on your couch cringing and feeling terrible. Taking a deep breath, you reach for your phone again. You need backup and there’s only one person who can handle Hyunjin like you do.

So, with shaking fingers, you dial Changbin's number, as you make your way to your bedroom. Changbin picks up after about two rings, and says, “Hey babe, you good?”

“I'm not sure, Bin. Hyunjin called me…he’s hurt. He’s at the hospital, and he’s-” You fall silent as you hear Changbin sigh.

You can tell he’s running his hand through his hair the way he always does when he’s dealing with one of your ‘Hyunjin’ emergencies.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go,” he says, but you both know you’re not going to let him go alone.

“Yeah, no. I’m coming with you. I can’t just sit here while he’s hurt,” you argue, already pulling on a jumper over your t-shirt.

“You’re crazy for doing this, you know that?” Changbin says.

“Yeah, what's new?” you mutter, pulling your jeans on, and then your shoes.

“Alright,” Changbin sighs, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s go pick up our delicate flower.”

He's over at yours in record time, and gives you an unimpressed look.

“Binnie, not now!” You say as you both get into his car.

The drive is only about an hour, but it feels like hours. You try not to think of the last time you made this journey. It ended up with you coming back alone and so broken. Now, you sit in silence, Changbin can feel you unraveling.

He shoots you a look and asks, “You okay?”

You let out a hollow laugh.

“I mean, my ex, with whom I’m still kind of in love with, is in the hospital. So, I guess I’m as fine as I can be.”

“Kind of? Who are you kidding?” Changbin raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Ok, shut up.” you mumble, cheeks burning and you look away, hoping he'll leave it alone.

But he just laughs, putting his hand on yours.

“I get it, ok? You’re a good person for doing this, Y/N.” he says softly, and you feel a tear prickle at the corner of your eye.

You blink it back, trying your best to hold it together.

“He must have moved on, right?” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket.

“If you're talking about Hwang Hyunjin, I can assure you that he’s still head over heels for you, even if he won’t admit it.”

You manage a small smile at that and say, “You think?”

“No, I know,” Changbin says, smiling, “He wouldn’t have called you if he wasn't. You’re still the only person who can get through to him.”

“I’m so lucky to have you, you know that?” You say, squeezing his hand.

“You are,” he agrees, flashing you a cocky smirk. “And you’re welcome. Now, let’s go remind Hyunjin that he’s not a fragile old man on his deathbed.”

By the time you finally get to the hospital, your nerves are buzzing. You walk in with Changbin by your side, his hand a steady presence at your back.

And there he is, slumped in a chair with his injured foot propped up, wearing a miserable, pouty expression, and it's so adorable, it crushes you almost immediately.

When his eyes land on you, they light up and he's reaching out to you.

“You came!” His voice cracks, and you hate that it makes your heart flutter.

He takes your hand in his and presses his cheek to it, and holds onto you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. “You actually came?”

You’re still mad at yourself for caring this much, but you don't regret anything. Not after seeing him like this.

“Yeah, you idiot. Of course I did.” you say gently, sitting near him.

He looks away, probably trying to hide his tears, and mutters, “I thought you’d never want to see me again.”

You’re about to reply when Changbin clears his throat.

“Hello to you too Hyunjin. Oh, how am I? I'm good!” He says dryly, making you laugh.

Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Changbin, rolling them even though he’s still clutching your hand.

“I knew she'll call you, I just-” Hyunjin tries, but Changbin snorts in response.

“You're sneaky little-” Changbin begins but a nurse comes over and says that Hyunjin’s doctor has taken a look at his x-rays and wants to talk to him.

Changbin helps him into the wheelchair and you all move into the examination room where the doctor tells him that it's a sprain, and he'll have to rest his foot for sometime.

Once outside, Changbin tells him, “No more carrying your entire art studio down the stairs.”

“Hey, I didn't have anyone to help me!” Hyunjin says.

“I wonder who's fault it is!” Changbin shoots back, and Hyunjin pouts, crossing his arms against his chest, as you bite back a laugh.

You all sit at the waiting area, wondering what to do next. As you look at Hyunjin, all the messy feelings you’ve buried rush to the surface. You know it’s stupid, probably really reckless, but you can't help it. You love this man so damn much.

Hyunjin sniffles, studying the bandage on his foot before looking at you.

“Are you ok?” You ask, seeing how tired he looked.

“When I fell, I was so scared…I thought I would die…like my entire life flashed before my eyes. It was horrible,” he says. “And, all I felt was regret. I… I was an idiot. I should have fought for us.”

His words are definitely pulling at your heartstrings. Your eyes meet Changbin's, sitting on Hyunjin’s other side. He raises his eyebrows, knowing exactly where this is going. Before you can say anything, Hyunjin is leaning into you, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“I won’t survive a single day without you,” he whispers. “I mean, look at me. You left me, and here I am - falling down stairs, breaking bones-”

“It's a sprain, Hyunjin,” You remind him with a smile.

“But it feels broken. I feel broken…without you…”

“Jinnie-” You start, not knowing what exactly to say to him.

Your heart twists painfully. You don't know if this is a good idea, but that doesn't stop you from wanting him.

“Before you two start making out in front of me, I’m gonna go get some coffee,” Changbin's voice cuts in.

Hyunjin grins, cupping your cheek with his hand. He ignores Changbin completely, and says, “If you'll have me, I promise to never let you go. I promise I'll be good.”

And before you can stop yourself, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. He's pulling you closer, kissing you deeper, but you put a hand to his chest, gently pushing him back. You are still at the hospital, and people are starting to notice.

When Changbin returns, you both carefully put Hyunjin in the backseat. He grabs hold of your hand as you're about to shut the door, and wants you to sit with him.

He clings onto you the entire drive home, sneaking kisses - so many kisses. And also persuades you to spend the night at Changbin's, so you end up cuddling him to sleep.

And you sleep peacefully for the first time since your break up.

[hanjiwuver]

Could you maybe do one of seungmin getting mad at you in public for wearing revealing clothes, ty!

Seungmin Drabble #1

*~Disobeying Dom Seungmin~*

pairing: hard dom!seungmin x sub!reader

warnings: MEANIE PANTS SEUNG! no smut but very suggestive, lots of degredation, reader is called a bitch, i think thats it.

note: personally…i could never disobey him but thats just me🐶 good luck with that tho!

heres ur order!! smut under the cut!!!!!!!!!!!

it was going to be a perfect night. your boyfriend seungmin finally got reservations for that fancy, expensive diner you’ve been dying to go to.

the only problem was..you were running a little late.

you took a nice, long shower beforehand, using all the scents you know he loves on you. laying out three different dresses on your bed, you quickly tried to decide which one would be the best fit for tonight’s important date.

one was grey, and wrapped your body elegantly with silk fabric. the second was light pink, with a high cut waist and a frilly bottom, seungmin loves that one. and the third…oh.

seungmin hates this dress. he specifically told you not to wear it in public anymore. its was a black, hollow out dress with sheer fabric and strings where there wasn’t your boobs or your ass showing. nothing different than a stripper dress.

now, you know seungmin better than anyone. and when he says he hates that dress, its not because its ugly in any way, shape, or form. no. the way you look in that dress could make even him fall to his knees for you.

it’s because of the attention it brings to HIS precious girl. seungmin isn’t an insecure man either, he obviously wants to show you off on his arm when you get all dolled up for him, but with THAT dress? you couldn’t even get a few feet away from him without being approached or even made a pass at.

he knows you would never leave him for another guy, he just can’t stand people sizing up his pretty little prey like wild beasts. so, you aren’t allowed to wear it per his rules, fine. but honestly, you’ve always wondered what would happen if you disobeyed him.

so..maybe you wore the dress anyway..how bad could this go, right? now the problem was, how to get there.

normally he would pick you up in his car, but you know for a fact he would make you change immediately. so that was out. maybe you could just text him?

minnieeee?

hi, sweet baby🩷 you ready to be picked up?

uhhh

hm?

actually min, can i drive myself and meet you there? i have a suprise for you.

uh oh.

WDYM UH OH

that can’t be good. you’re scaring me💀

ITS JUST A SUPRISE OKAY

…its the dress isn’t it?

..no actually! its a secret so you’ll know when i get there so i actually have to go now and walk my fish see you soon love you bye-

we’ll see.

your nerves are alight as you pull into the parking lot, biting your lip in fear and arousal at how seungmin will deal with you. you’ve never disobeyed him before, always wanting to recieve his sparing praise and not cause a fuss.

your heels click against the floor as you step into the new diner, looking like the most expensive thing there. the confidence you’re radiating is only surface level though, the truth is, if you had a tail right now it would be tightly tucked between your legs.

when the host tells you where seungmin is sitting, you hesitantly make your way over. he is indeed there, he smiles at you sweetly before looking down at that dress. that stupid fucking dress.

he looks back up into your eyes with a dissapointed, mean glare in his. if you were at home, that look would have you begging for forgiveness. you immediately look down, shying away from his gaze as you put your purse down and bow slightly at him.

“hey, seungmin..”

“sit down.”

the demand has you plopping down in your seat without hesitation. his tone is clear and calm, but equally cold.

“i thought i told you not to wear that dress. hm? or are you just too dumb and slutty to remember my rules?

oh. his harsh words make your thighs rub together, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“m’sorry..”

“sorry what.”

“so..so sorry, sir.”

“look at you. i do all these nice things for you, give you all my attention and look where it gets me. is my attention not enough? need it from the other manwhores here? i think you’re just too much of a slut to be thankful.”

his words have bite, making you equally feel bad for disobeying and almost drool from the degradation.

“yes sir, im a slut, sir.”

“i know you are.”

“just..wanted to see what you’d do..”

“want a punishment? is that what the dumb whore wants? hm?”

“um..depends what it is?”

“you don’t get to choose, stupid.”

“…well, what are you gonna do then?”

seungmin leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and looking at you with an amused expression. only this time do you meet his gaze, looking up at him through your lashes expectantly. seungmin scoffs.

“don’t fucking look at me.”

your eyes shoot down, just listening to him obediently. he leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“..when we get home, im ripping that slutty stripper dress off of you for good this time. then, im gonna muzzle you and make you beg for me to pound that slutty pussy like a good bitch. then lastly..you’re writing lines, sweetheart.”

sorry for ending it there..u just look so cute when ur teased<3 order again soon!🐶

[midnight1nk]

EPISODE CONCEPT #3

What if... SMG3 had the courage to confess his feelings for SMG4?

[more below cut]

No context this time, the only thing I will say is that it will be a long one ;)

"Before it may be too late."

SMG3 stared at the ceiling, his fingers fidgeting with the trim of his bed sheets. Those words haven't stopped bothering him for hours. An answer to his question. Not of "would've" or "should've", but "could've".

SMG4. No, Four.

But it'll never be your Four.

It was already a mess when he realized he had feelings for the blue idiot, and now, of all things, he wanted to confess.

If he doesn't reciprocate, will it leave things awkward between us?

He turned to his side and patted Eggdog, who was sleeping peacefully, letting out a defeated sigh. What was he supposed to think? The way they talked, the slightest touch of their hands. It should mean something, right?

What if it's too good to be true?

Three looked over to the shelf that stood on the other side of his room, to a familiar picture frame. Terrence. His first son, first friend. He cared for him so much, and he had to say goodbye. To save the world.

And since when did a villain deserve love?

Months, years have passed. He earned a fresh start, a new home. Eggdog. His role in the Crew, his role as Meme Guardian. And...

Once a villain, always a villain.

...Right. Eggman just had to come in and remind him that Three was a villain. Admittedly, it did feel good to create some havoc. That was until he was tasked to kill Four. And... Four may have believed him when he said he might've thought about the idea itself. Of course, it wasn't true but...

What makes you think he could ever love you after what you did to him?

Well, hey, if the ping-pong game inside his head would let him sleep, that would be great, thank you very much. Not that he could shove it back in his mind again as he thought back to his past. There was indeed one moment; the one he prided himself on when he was a villain and the same one he would rather forget now.

The Youtube Remote.

Oof, it was something alright. It was when he was taken seriously, when he was an actual threat. Perhaps if the Crew failed to take him down, he would've gotten what he wanted. Heh, if only his past self could see him now. Three wouldn't care, he found out what he actually needed. Even so, he's still SMG3.

As he dozes off, one person comes to mind. The one who saw how he grown from his past, who gave him advice earlier today.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Three was going around the near-empty cafe, a small tray in hand. Just as he set a cup down, Four called out to him. Four waves and said his farewell, thanking him for the latte. Three did the same before he accidentally bumped against the table close by. Fortunately, nothing spilled. But Three did earn a giggle from Four. If only Four knew how much his presence lights up Three's world. His shooting star.

Four was long gone but Three's eyes were still glued to where he once was.

Melony: "Are you okay, SMG3?"

Well, it seems he wasn't that good at hiding his crush. Also because Melony was sitting at the table Three just bumped into. Three reassured her that he was fine.

Oh boy, the Crew. They suspected that he had a crush on someone. And ever since "Girls' Night", he might've slipped up a confirmation to the girls, only referring to Four as "That Person". I mean, could you even blame him? The girls were so kind to invite him to one of their exclusive sleepovers, welcoming him with open arms. He felt strangely comfortable sharing this with them. And they didn't judge, promising to not tell a word to the other boys. Melony was there too.

Three looked down at her table to see her Axol plush sitting nearby. Indeed, he felt bad for her after Axol was gone, they weren't able to have the relationship they could've wanted. That loss, he understood it well with what happened to Terrence. But he was impressed by how strong Melony was in handling it all. You could almost say he was proud.

Melony: "It's about 'Them', right?" SMG3: "Well, no. I mean..." [*sighs*] "...yeah." Melony: "Do you love them?" SMG3: "I've literally risked my life for them. Of course, I do. But... I know they don't feel the same." [*picks up an empty plate from the table*] Melony: "How do you know?" SMG3: [*stops, flabbergasted*] "Wha...? It isn't that easy, Mel, I can risk my life all I want for them but I'm not going to risk... this. Besides, I'm sure someone better would come along and treat them well, more than I can offer. I'm content with what we have now, and that's enough for me."

A pause. They were lucky to be the only ones in the cafe but it only made the silence almost unbearable.

SMG3, defeated: "Here's your receipt. Enjoy your drink." [*turns to leave*] Melony: "Whenever Axol and I hung out..." [*SMG3 stops*] "I felt like we understood each other, even though we haven't said anything about it. I cared for him as much as he cared for me. I felt safe, loved. But then... that happened. Maybe we could've dated if we had the time. Sooner if we just talked." [*SMG3 turns to see Melony's bittersweet smile*] "Don't make the same mistake as we did. Tell SMG4 how you feel before it may be too late." SMG3: [*shocked*] "How did...?" Melony: [*giggles*] "It takes one to know one. And if it doesn't work out either way, know that your friends are still here for you."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

His phone alarm goes off, stirring him awake. Any doubt he had before, it somehow vanished overnight. "Before it may be too late." Melony was right. Who knows what could happen tomorrow. He faced worse things before, they fought off eldritch monsters for memes' sake. He could handle this. Eggdog nuzzled his hand, prompting Three to give his son head scratches.

SMG3: "It's now or never, Eggdog... Could you stay by me, just in case?"

Eggdog lets two encouraging barks, giving Three a bit of comfort.

Just as he does every morning, Three sets up the tables and chairs. The coffee maker set, the clean dishes are ready to go. Finally, Three stands behind the counter, looking at the second hand on the clock.

4...3...2...1...

Right on cue, Four comes in with his laptop.

SMG4: "'Morning SMG3, the usual for me please." [*head over to his favorite table*] SMG3: [*taking out the milk*] "And when are you going to pick something different?" SMG4: "Oh, c'mon, I'm not getting special treatment for being your most loyal customer anymore?" SMG3: "Hmph, and a little bluejay told me you didn't like coffee way before I opened my cafe." SMG4: [*shrugs*] "What can I say? I like the way you make them."

SMG3 shakes his head fondly as he prepares the order, one he memorized by heart: one Cyanide Supreme Latte with ten shots of expresso and five spoons of sugar. All in the usual blue mug with constellation decals. Oh, and not to forget the latte art. It was what Four always ordered and it was the reason why Three started doing latte art in the first place.

That blue meme lord was always curious about what new art he made, and that fact never failed to warm Three's heart. While working on the order, they did their usual talk: memes, streaming, and video editing. A bit of banter here and there.

SMG4 usually works in the Castle but there were moments when Four brought his work here in the cafe. At least, he isn't in his room all day and Three could remind him to take breaks off the screen. Three brought the warm cup to Four's table. Taking his eyes off his work, Four looked at the latte art his purple guardian partner did.

SMG4: "Oh, that's a good-looking rose! A lot better than last time." SMG3: "Hey, that was my first time doing it. Give me a break."

That is true. But also because it was his first attempt to drop a hint to Four that he had romantic feelings for him, he was so nervous that his hand was shaking. It failed miserably either way due to Four being completely oblivious to his "hints". Not this time though.

SMG4: "Anyway, thanks, SMG3." [*takes a sip*] "Mhm, just what I needed, great as always, dude." [*goes back to his work*] SMG3: [*glances at the door, at Eggdog, before inhaling some courage*] "SM... No. Four, I need to talk to you about something." SMG4: [*looks at Three, puzzled*] "Uh, sure. What's up?" SMG3: "I... I don't know if there's going to be another tomorrow, but I need to tell you this. Either that, or I going to start regretting doing this and use the memory wiper on you again." [*and yeah, he muttered that last part*] SMG4: "SMG3?" SMG3: "Four... I'm in love with you."

Silence. ...please, don't go.

SMG3, averting his eyes: "I...I have for some time. I don't know when it all started but I guess it was back in the 'perfect' incident when I realized I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. And... those feelings have grown much more after that. I didn't say anything because I value our friendship, I do. I was willing to do whatever it takes to keep it that way. But, you have no idea how much I wanted to get it off my chest, to tell you this. I know this may be something out of the blue for you, all I ask is for you to take what I say as true. However you respond to this, I can take it. I understand if you want us to continue as friends. Or not, if that's what you wish..."

More silence. Please, say something. Anything.

Three has been avoiding seeing Four's face, terrified. If he took one look, his world would surely crumble. To heartbreak, to hope. It'd be best if he didn't know. He just wants Four to believe him.

SMG4: "...So the 'that person' everyone else was talking about, that was me all along?"

SMG3 slowly nods.

SMG4: "Heh, I thought I was the only one."

Three dares to finally look at SMG4. Four was smiling. Surprised, sure. But smiling.

SMG4: "I'm not sure when it started for me either. The 'perfect' incident, WOTFI 2023. But spending time with you made me realize a lot of things. That I enjoy it, that I wanted to be with you. Just being... us." [*takes Three's hands into his own*] "I... love you too. To be honest, I was also scared that you might not feel the same way." SMG3: "This... isn't a dream, is it?" SMG4: "No. It's not, I promise."

The two stared at each other for a moment, lost in the other's loving eyes, before they slowly closed the gap they had. A soft kiss they shared, and it was all Three needed to believe Four.

It didn't take them long for them to become a couple. In the weeks that followed, they planned out so many dates. Picnics, carnival days, movie nights. Watching sunsets, seeing stars. Just enjoying each other's company.

Being them.

And, of course, they tell the Crew about their relationship. "We knew" was what they responded. And then something about everyone owing Mario money from a bet. Three would roll his eyes at this but he couldn't care less. This was the happiest Three has ever been.

Four. His shooting star, his sweet prince. His boyfriend.

It felt wonderful and no one could take that from him.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Well, at least, that's what he thought.

If only he knew that he wasn't at home, in the Showgrounds. But rather, in a dark isolating room. Away from the rest of the world. With his limbs tangled in wires, he laid on a table. Unmoved, asleep. In the corner sat Mr Puzzles, looking through a monitor.

For a former villain, Puzzles expected Three to act on his wishes to be back to his past glory. Three said it himself, "I'm the best villain". So, he figured Three should be given a "chance". Puzzles kidnapped him on the night Three was debating on his final decision and put him in the simulation Puzzles created.

He figured that the simulation would be the push Three needed to be a villain again, destroy the Crew for Puzzles. Why put in the effort when they could do it to themselves? Besides, he's curious to see Three's face when his villainy phase fades away and realizes what he has done. Well, Puzzles would've.

Instead, he got.... this. Not exactly what he expected, but it was also risky to pull Three out of the simulation without creating suspicion. If SMG3 found out he was behind this... No, he couldn't let this happen. He'll just have to add something into the simulation to really push Three over the edge. Hmm, perhaps he could made the digital SMG4 hate him. Or better yet, kill him right off.

A flashing red light interrupts his thoughts, warning Puzzles of intruders entering his hideout. It was them. How...?

On the other side of the room, a tired Eggdog let out a hopeful bark from his cage. He knew Beeg4 must've found the message he left behind before he was caught by Mr Puzzles.

Augh, no matter, Mr Puzzles will just have to deal with them.

Outside, the Crew busted down the gate and built a buddy system to cover more ground. SMG4, the real one, turned on his flashlight.

SMG4: "Hang tight, Three. We'll get you home, I promise."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Mhm, what more could he ask from this?

Three looked down at Four, whose head was resting on his lap. Four kept his eyes closed as instructed by Three, he needed to relax away from his screen. Three was passing a hand through Four's hair. It was nice to just be the two of them here in the game room.

SMG3: "Can I go now?" SMG4: "Nope, you're stuck with me forever." SMG3: [*laughs, before going dramatic*] "Oh no, whatever should I do. Hmm, I guess that's what I get..." [*his hand stops*] SMG4: [*opens his right eye*] "Is something on your mind?" SMG3: "I just... I still can't believe you're my boyfriend." SMG4: [*opens both eyes*] "Well, no regrets on confessing?" SMG3: "I wouldn't change a thing." [*gives a kiss on his partner's forehead, continuing what he was doing*] "I'm glad you stayed." SMG4: "It's because of you I did."

Three hummed. Yep, he decided. He's definitely going to marry Four.

SMG3: "But, for real, can I get up? I want to grab something from the kitchen." SMG4: "Aw, party pooper." [*sits up, letting Three get off from the couch.*] SMG3: "Want anything?" SMG4: "Nah, I'm good."

SMG3 proceeded to head for the door but as soon as he went to grab the knob...

???: "SMG3! Can you hear me?" SMG3: "...Tari?"

Suddenly, the door was glitching, its shape distorting to an extreme.

SMG3: "What the...What's happening?"

The room followed suit, bits and pieces being replaced with a white void. Deleting itself.

SMG3: "Four, c'mon, we gotta get out of..."

When he turned around, he saw his partner calmly standing before him, unfazed by the chaos surrounding them. As if he was expecting this.

SMG3: "Four?" SMG4?: [*slowly taking Three's hand*] "No, Three. I'm not..." [*sighs*] "Remember back when you asked if this was a dream? I promised you then that it's not and I promise the same thing to you now. This isn't a dream. It's a simulation, created by the person who kidnapped you and put you here."

A beat. But the world waited for no one. Not even them.

SMG3: "...Who? Why?" SMG4?: "I don't have access to that information. I wish I could." [*looks at the growing cracks that peeked into the white void*] "Looks like your friends have found you and are taking you out of here."

SMG3 looks back at him, conflicted. He yearned for this life for so long, only for it to be a complete lie. Whoever placed him here was playing some kind of sick joke on him. Perhaps, it was too good to be true...

The two look down at their hands, only to see Four's hand fading away.

SMG4?, his voice starting to distort: "I'm just sorry it had to be this way. That you had to be part of it at all. But I will tell you this: a simulation can't be made out of nothing. Me, the Crew, everything, it's an exact copy of the real thing. What I'm trying to say is, don't let this bring you down. You've been through so much, Three. You deserve to love and to be loved. Your SMG4, the real one, does feel the same as you do. I would know." SMG3: "...What if it doesn't work out?" SMG4?: "Who knows? It happened once, it could happen again. Besides, remember what Melony said, you won't be alone. Your friends will still be there. And I'm sure he'll still be there too."

SMG3 pulls Four into a hug, leaving Four taken back by this. Sure, they've been dating for weeks, if you can even call it that, but usually when people find out this is a simulation, they would leave. They try to forget. Four smiles and hugs back. He should've known better with SMG3. In the middle of the hurricane of deleting pixels and code, there they were with tears silently falling down their cheeks.

SMG4?: "Promise me something: Don't lose the same courage you had when you confessed your feelings to me." SMG3, nods: "I promise." SMG4?: "Goodbye, Three..."

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

SMG3 let out a gasp, his lungs searching for air, as if he was swimming underwater for a long time. He covered his face with his arm, his eyes unable to stand the bright lights.

"SMG3!" "Thank gosh, you're okay!" "Guys, quiet down, he just got out of the simulation."

He could feel several hands helping him sit up from what seemed like a table. He wanted to speak but instead let out a harsh cough, his tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"Woah woah, take it easy. It's okay, you're safe."

He knew that voice. A familiar hand grabbed his, a thumb rubbing his knuckles in comfort.

"He looks so pale." "Dude, it's been weeks." "We should get him to the hospital." "Who did this to him?" "Whoever it was, they got away."

Slowly, Three's senses were coming back, and he immediately turned to the one who comforted him. Four. Three wanted to reach out, be in Four's arms. To let Four kiss him. Let Four tell him "I'm here". But he stopped himself.

It's the real SMG4, not his Four.

Melony took Eggdog out of his cage and handed him to Three, who comforted his son with a tight hug.

Mario: "SMG3, are you okay?" SMG3, his voice dry: "Yeah, I'm fine. Really." SMG4: "Then, why are you crying? Did something happen in the simulation?"

Three reached to touch his face. Four wasn't wrong about that. He swiped the tears away with his gloved hand.

SMG3: "Nothing. Nothing at all."

The Crew looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. Four didn't either, but he gave Three's hand a squeeze.

SMG4: "C'mon, let's go home."

SMG3 could only nod. With a bit of help, SMG4 and Mario carried Three with their arms while the Crew followed behind. Three looked over his shoulder, seeing the simulation contraption completely destroyed, before leaving the hideout for good.

Goodbye, Four.

[shieldofiron]

I just wanted you to know that I am never not thinking about your harringrove frat au 🥰 and so I was wondering, would you ever tell us more about the first time steve & billy met/interacted in this au?? 🥺

I would LOVE TO. A little bit of a shout out in here to the TV show Greek, which I rewatched just the other day.

——

Billy was sweating like a whore in Church.

The group was loosely walking together in groups of twos and fours, everyone’s hands stuffed in their pockets.

And in front of him the guy laughed. Billy’s mind went blank, filled with creamy mole speckled skin and big brown eyes.

He wasn’t the tallest guy, either. Just the right height that they could hold hands or kiss without-

Billy had to stop that line of thinking then and there.

The buy stated lagging behind, long Bambi legs slowing until Billy and Argyle had caught up to him.

“Hi! I’m Steve Harrington,” he waved when he said it, like a dad at a barbecue. Billy immediately wanted to tongue him down from head to toe.

“Ey, Brochacho. I’m Alejandro Hernandez Aguilar but everyone calls me Argyle. This is Billy,” Argyle patted Billy’s chest.

“Hargrove.” Billy grunted.

“So who do you think you want to rush?” Steve stuffed his hands into the pockets of his puffy vest, grinning like a politician.

Argyle looked at Billy first, which sucked ass because all the words had just fled him in the headlights of those big Bambi eyes.

“Probably Alpha… uh Alpha Tau. Argyle’s a legacy,” Billy muttered.

“We’re kind of a package deal,” Argyle said with a smile.

“How about you?” Billy said it way too fast, wanting to keep Harrington around a little longer.

“I’m a legacy at Alpha. And Lambda Chi, uh, cuz of my granddad. But I’m actually interested in the next house.”

“Theta Pi Sigma,” the leader’s voice boomed from the front.

The house looked a lot tougher than some of the others. The white paint was peeling, and one of the letters by the door was hanging upside down. The leader rang the doorbell and then made his way slowly out of the crowd, looking weird as hell.

A skinny guy came out of the house, “Hey rushes. Welcome to Theta. First of all, does anyone know of our reputation?”

Hands rose around them. Argyle went to raise his hand but Harrington reached out and held it down.

“Great. All those with your hands raised. Go the fuck home,” the guy grinned.

Everyone hesitated.

“Go!”

The guys raising their hands scattered, leaving Billy and Argyle, Harrington of course, a tall, nerdy looking guy with long curly dark hair, and a twink with short blonde hair.

“The rest of you,” the skinny guy opened the door, “welcome.”

The house, which had looked empty and somewhat dark from the outside, was in the full swing of a party. A few guys by the door cheered, gesturing that they should all come inside.

“I heard they liked virgins,” Harrington was right next to Billy’s ear eliciting a shiver.

“This house doesn’t look like a virgin’s been inside since 1985,” Billy joked.

Harrington threw an arm around Billy’s shoulder, pinning him with those big beautiful brown eyes. “Oh, I fuckin’ like you, Billy Hargrove.”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices / BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 8: of course I’m going to give $25 to my nephew..

January 29th, 2025 12:27PM

Jeyce and Demi sat at the usual loner lunch table, sharing laughs as they recounted their morning classes. Demi, as always, had a way of making him laugh, her wit sharper than most people realized. For the first time since the awkward conversation with his dad, Jeyce felt completely at ease.

As she took a sip from her juice box, Demi looked at him, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement. “So… do you have any plans for Friday?” she asked casually, her voice slightly playful.

Jeyce shrugged, though his heart was already racing. “Uh, yeah… kind of. My brother Jaciyah’s coming down with our mom. He’s been staying with her to help her with the move to Stamford,” he explained, trying to keep his tone casual.

Demi nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, I was going to invite you to a listening party for The Smiths at this place called CD Master Copy downtown,” she said, her voice hopeful. “My sister is visiting this weekend and she said she could take us. She’s cool with it.”

Jeyce’s brain froze for a second. The Smiths? He’d never even heard of them. But the idea of spending time with Demi outside of school, hanging out and listening to music, was too good to pass up. He found himself nodding, a little too eagerly. “Yeah… yeah, sure! That sounds fun, you didn’t mention a sister.” he replied, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

Demi’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Awesome! You’ll love it; they’re amazing. You didn’t mention a brother.” She smiled, gathering her things as the bell rang. “See you on the bus?”

“Yeah… see you on the bus,” Jeyce replied, his face breaking into a smile as he watched her walk away. When she was out of earshot, he muttered under his breath, “Oh, crap…”

As he trudged to his next class, he couldn’t shake the feeling of both excitement and dread. Telling his dad about this was going to be a challenge. But one thing was certain—he wasn’t about to miss out on his first real chance to spend time with Demi.

—

Jeyce had barely dropped his backpack by the door before he went looking for his dad. He knew he had to tell him about the listening party with Demi, but his nerves were eating away at him. He finally spotted Jey tending to the greenhouse, his hands gently packing flower seeds into the soil. Jey was probably doing it for Rhea—Jeyce had caught on to his dad’s habit of planting little surprises for her.

“Hey, Dad,” Jeyce called, leaning against the greenhouse door.

Jey looked up, a small smile forming. “Hey, buddy. I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, pushing another seed into the soil.

Jeyce tilted his head, curiosity replacing his nervousness for a moment. “Oh? Go ahead.”

Jey let out a breath, his eyes shifting away briefly before looking back at Jeyce. “So, you’re going to be thirteen in a couple of months…” he began, his tone a mix of seriousness and awkwardness.

Jeyce felt his own curiosity spike, a bit wary. “Yeah?” he replied, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Jey cleared his throat, visibly trying to find the right words. “Well, when me and your uncle were about your age, we started noticing… changes in our bodies.” He gave Jeyce a meaningful look, as though that explained everything.

Jeyce squinted slightly, still not fully understanding. “Yeaahhhh…” he replied slowly, hoping his dad would get to the point.

Jey rubbed the back of his neck, seeming even more uncomfortable now. “Well… look, son, if you’re, you know, noticing changes… it’s important to talk to me or, uh, someone about it. I don’t want you going on bad websites or—”

“Dad! No! Ew!” Jeyce interrupted, his face scrunching up in horror. He threw his hands up, backing away from his dad. “Nevermind! I’m out of here!”

He turned and bolted back toward the house, desperate to escape the painfully awkward conversation. As he hurried off, he could hear his dad’s voice behind him, tinged with exasperation and a little humor. “Well, that went well,” Jey muttered to himself, rubbing his temples.

Inside the house, Jeyce’s heart was still racing, but he couldn’t help but laugh a little at how disastrous the conversation had been. His dad was just trying, even if it was embarrassing. But one thing was clear—there was no way he was bringing up the listening party with Demi.

Jeyce climbed the stairs to his room, still feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief after his awkward talk with his dad. As he reached the top, he saw Rhea coming out of her room, adjusting her hair and humming softly to herself.

Jeyce hesitated for a moment, feeling a sudden, overwhelming need to say something—anything—to ease the lingering awkwardness and tension from earlier. “Rhea,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhea stopped, turning to face him with a gentle, curious smile. “Yes, Jeyce?” she asked, her tone as warm as ever.

Jeyce took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I… I love you still,” he mumbled, the words spilling out quicker than he had intended.

Rhea’s expression softened even more, her smile widening as she took in his words. Before she could respond, though, Jeyce quickly darted toward his room, not waiting to see her reaction.

As he shut his door, he heard her soft laughter drift down the hallway, filled with warmth and understanding. He let out a small sigh of relief, feeling the weight on his chest lighten just a bit. Even if things were changing in his life and family, moments like this reminded him that some things—like love—were solid and steady.

Jeyce threw himself onto his bed, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He knew things were about to get more complicated with Demi and whatever this listening party was going to bring, but for now, he felt a sense of calm.

—

Rhea found Jey in the greenhouse, kneeling among the rows of freshly planted flower seeds. He was focused on his task, carefully arranging the soil and making sure everything was just right for the blooms to come. She smiled at the sight, her heart swelling with affection for the man she came to love.

As she stepped closer, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “What a wonderful job you’re doing here!” she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

Jey looked up, his expression brightening. “Thanks babe..” he replied, his cheeks slightly flushed from the unexpected affection.

Jey decided it was the perfect moment to share his earlier conversation with Jeyce. “I took your advice..” he said, brushing the dirt from his hands. “I talked to Jeyce about… you know, puberty.”

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound ringing through the greenhouse like music. “Oh my gosh, how did that go?” she asked, wiping a tear from her eye.

Jey scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Not well, I think. I might have scared him off a bit.”

Still chuckling, Rhea shook her head. “Well, it’s a tough topic, but you’re a good dad for trying.”

Once the laughter settled, Rhea’s smile turned tender. “Oh, and speaking of Jeyce, he told me earlier that he still loves me,” she said, her heart fluttering at the thought.

Jey smiled, his gaze softening. “He still loves his bonus mommy,” he echoed, warmth spreading through him at the bond they had as a family.

Rhea nodded, her eyes sparkling. “It means so much to me.. he is growing..”

Jey looked around the greenhouse, the vibrant colors of the flowers surrounding them. “He is. It’s a little scary, but also kind of exciting to see him become his own person,” he said, feeling a sense of pride wash over him.

Rhea placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re doing great, Jey. Just keep being there for him, and we’ll figure it out together.”

Jey nodded, feeling grateful for Rhea’s support. “I’m glad we’re in this together,” he replied, giving her a soft smile.

With their hearts feeling a little lighter, Rhea joined her fiancé as he returned to planting, the sun streaming through the greenhouse windows, casting a warm glow over their small family as they embraced the journey ahead.

—

Jeyce stared at his phone, anxiety swirling in his stomach as he read the text from Demi. Here are the details: $25 a person, 7-8:30 PM, black attire encouraged. A wave of dread washed over him. There was no way he could ask his dad for money—not after their awkward conversation about puberty. And Rhea? He certainly didn’t want to bring that up with her either.

But then, a light bulb went off in his head. He scrolled through the contacts on his phone, searching for a solution. His finger hovered over “Uncle Joe,” the name that brought a smile to his face. He clicked the FaceTime button, his heart racing as he waited for his uncle to answer.

“Hey there, if it isn’t my favorite nephew!” Joe’s face appeared on the screen, a wide grin spreading across his features.

Jeyce couldn’t help but smile back, despite his nerves. “Uncle, I need help. I’m in a pickle.”

Joe’s brow raised in curiosity. “What happened?”

“I met this girl, her name is Demi, and she is so cool, Joe! She has black hair and she looks like a vampire,” Jeyce said, his excitement bubbling over.

Joe chuckled. “I take it you met her in school?”

“Yes!” Jeyce exclaimed, feeling a surge of pride. “She’s really nice.”

“Is this the same school where you hit that other kid with a lunch box?” Joe teased.

Jeyce rolled his eyes, embarrassment creeping up his neck. “Did Dad tell you?”

Joe laughed heartily. “He put me and your Uncle Jon on a Zoom meeting and told us. I must say, you could have done a spear, far better.”

“I’m not doing a spear, Uncle Joe,” Jeyce replied, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Okay, okay,” Joe said, still chuckling. “So, what’s going on with Demi?”

Jeyce took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. “Well, she invited me to this listening party, and it’s $25 to get in. I also wanted to buy her a milkshake afterward, and well… my dad just gave me a puberty talk, and now I’m emotionally scarred.”

Joe couldn’t contain his laughter, his hearty chuckles echoing through the speaker. “I can’t say I blame you, buddy. That talk can be pretty brutal.”

“For real, Uncle Joe,” Jeyce pleaded, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Can you help me out?”

“Sure thing, little man. I’ll send some money to your Cash App,” Joe replied, his tone turning serious. “Just remember, you’re still a kid, and it’s okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes. You’ve got a great future ahead of you.”

“Thank you so much!” Jeyce said, relief flooding through him. “You’re the best!”

“Just keep being yourself, and don’t forget to show Demi a good time. She sounds like a great girl,” Joe advised, giving Jeyce a knowing smile.

As they finished their conversation, Jeyce felt lighter, the looming date feeling less daunting. With Uncle Joe’s help, he could make it work. He hung up, excitement bubbling within him as he imagined the evening ahead, all while secretly vowing to himself to keep practicing his social skills—spear or not.

—

Later that night, Rhea and Jey lay together on their California king-size bed, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room. Rhea had been focused on her laptop, and now she looked up with a triumphant smile. “There, it’s done,” she announced, closing the lid.

Jey looked up from his phone, curiosity piqued. “What’s done?”

Rhea beamed. “I booked our couple’s therapy appointment with the new therapist for next Monday.”

Jey nodded, feeling a sense of relief. “That’s good, babe. It’s about time we started working on things.”

“Oh, and don’t forget you have your physical therapy appointment tomorrow,” Rhea reminded him, a hint of concern in her voice.

“I know, I know,” Jey replied, waving his hand dismissively. He put his phone down and closed Rhea’s laptop, wanting to draw her attention back to him. Craving some intimacy, he turned to her, his expression softening. “How is my baby doing?”

Rhea smirked, her playful side coming out. “Well, baby and mommy both would’ve appreciated their donuts this morning.”

Jey burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Babe, really?”

“Don’t act like you’re not partially responsible for this craving,” Rhea shot back, her tone teasing. Jey sighed dramatically.

“You could’ve redeemed yourself tomorrow, but Bruce comes back and I have to be in the office.” Rhea said.

“Boooo,” he continued, making a face. “What I wanted was one of those sexy afternoons.” He raised his eyebrows, giving her a sultry smirk that made her giggle.

“Don’t tempt me right now, mister,” Rhea laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m just saying,” Jey replied, leaning closer, his voice lowering playfully. “I’m trying to get it in every night, babe. Who knows? One day you’re going to wake up and hate me.”

Rhea laughed again, the sound light and carefree. “That’s the beauty of pregnancy,” she said, grinning at him. “You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t think I could ever hate you,” Jey said earnestly, his gaze searching hers. “Even on your worst days, you’re still the most amazing woman I know.”

Rhea’s heart swelled at his words, and she reached out to cup his face with her hand. “You’re sweet. Just remember, I might be a little cranky at times, especially with these hormones.”

“Bring it on,” Jey challenged playfully, leaning into her touch. “I’ll take cranky Rhea any day.”

She laughed, feeling lighter in that moment. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warned and ready,” Jey said with a wink. He shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “Now, how about we just enjoy this moment? No donuts, no therapy talk—just us.”

Rhea smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, the weight of the world outside their door fading away. In that intimate space, they found solace in each other, the love they shared radiating like a comforting blanket. As they lay entwined, they both knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as a family.

—

Jeyce lay sprawled on his bed, holding his phone up as he FaceTimed with Demi. She was propped up against her pillows, lying in her own bed, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. The soft glow from her bedside lamp gave her an almost ethereal look.

“So… how is your family… blended?” Demi asked, her curiosity evident.

Jeyce took a deep breath, wondering how to put it into words. “Well, my brother Jaciyah told me that our dad just… fell out of love with our mom. And then he met Rhea—my bonus mom, Rhea Ripley.” He added the last part a bit shyly, as if he wasn’t sure how Demi would take it.

Demi’s eyes widened, a sparkle of excitement flickering in them. “Rhea Ripley? Like, the Rhea Ripley?”

Jeyce chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, she’s my bonus mom.”

Demi sighed wistfully, resting her chin on her hand. “I’d be happy every day if that was my bonus mom. My bonus dad is… well, he’s kind of a jerk.”

Jeyce’s expression softened with sympathy. “Why doesn’t your sister live with you?”

Demi shrugged, looking down briefly. “She wanted to live with my mom and my bonus dad in New Haven. So now it’s just me, my dad, and our cat, Thunder.” She gave him a small, reassuring smile. “It’s not so bad, though. Thunder keeps me company when I need it.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Jeyce said quietly, realizing how hard it must be for Demi to feel separated from her family.

Demi’s face brightened, her eyes warm. “It’s okay. At least we have each other, right?”

Jeyce felt his face heat up, his heart doing a little flip at her words. “Yeah… I’m glad we do.”

After a moment of silence, Jeyce finally gathered the courage to bring up what had been on his mind since this morning. “Uh, about… the kiss on the cheek?”

Demi’s cheeks tinged a light pink as she looked down, biting her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I won’t do it again.”

Jeyce’s heart raced, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “No! I… I liked it.”

Demi’s eyes lit up, her shy smile returning. “Oh. Well, Friday… can we consider it as a… date?”

Jeyce stuttered, the nerves taking over. “Y-y-yeah! I mean, yes! Of course!”

Demi giggled at his adorable response, her eyes shining with excitement. “Great. It’s a date, then.”

They both fell into an easy silence, each lost in the thrill of this new, uncharted territory. Jeyce could feel his cheeks hurting from smiling, but he didn’t care. For the first time, he felt like he’d found someone who understood him, someone he could talk to about anything.

As they continued to chat, the worries of the day faded away, replaced by the warmth of young love and the comfort of knowing they were no longer alone.

—

Friday, January 31st, 2025 - 4:37 PM

Jeyce held both of Demi’s hands as they stood at their usual streetlamp post where the bus dropped them off each day. The late afternoon light cast a warm glow over them, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

“I can’t wait to see you tonight,” Demi said, her voice light with excitement. She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling. “My sister wants you at the house by 6:45.”

Jeyce’s heart fluttered as he nodded. “Perfect,” he replied, almost too quickly, eager to get the evening started. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek, a gesture that felt both sweet and thrilling.

“See you later,” Demi said, a soft smile on her lips. They exchanged one last look before going their separate ways.

Jeyce’s feet barely touched the ground as he sprinted home. His mind raced with thoughts of the night ahead. He couldn’t believe it. It was his very first date. His first date with his boo Demi. She was everything he liked—smart, funny, and incredibly beautiful.

Arriving at the house, he quickly entered the code to the gate, the familiar mechanical sound of the gate unlocking giving him a sense of urgency. He hurried up the pathway and through the front door, only to find his mom, Takecia, sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with Rhea and Jey.

“Hey, Mom? Where’s Jaciyah?” Jeyce asked, barely catching his breath from the run. His excitement was palpable, but he didn’t have time for pleasantries.

Jey raised an eyebrow, looking at his son with mock seriousness. “It’s not nice to just rush in and ask questions like that, Jeyce. Take a breath and talk to your mom properly.”

Jeyce, still jittery from the thoughts of the date, exhaled and quickly spilled out, “Everything’s fine at school, I learned my lesson, don’t hit anyone with lunch boxes, yada yada…” He paused for a breath, giving his mom a look. “Where’s Jaciyah?”

Takecia smiled warmly at her son, shaking her head with affection. “I love you too, son,” she teased. “He’s upstairs.”

Without another word, Jeyce darted up the stairs, his excitement pushing him to move faster. He reached his brother’s room in a matter of seconds. Jeyce knocked, then pushed the door open and closed it behind him. Jaciyah, looking a bit surprised but grinning, glanced up from his bed.

“I. NEED. A. FAVOR.” Jeyce demanded.

“Yo,” Jaciyah said, still setting his stuff down. “I’ve been gone for two weeks and the first thing you say to me is what? ‘I need a favor’?”

Jeyce grinned sheepishly but didn’t waste any time. “Yeah. I need a favor,” he repeated. He quickly crossed the room to his brother and gave him a brief, quick hug before continuing. “I have a date.”

Jaciyah raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “A date? With who? Is it someone I need to worry about?”

Jeyce laughed nervously. “No, it’s with Demi. She’s really cool, Jaciyah. You don’t know her, but I swear, she’s awesome. And…” He hesitated for a second before going on. “Uncle Joe sent me some money for this listening party she invited me to, but I need you to drive me there.”

Jaciyah stood up from his bed, crossing his arms and giving his younger brother a teasing look. “A listening party, huh? Sounds like a pretty big deal.” He walked over to his dresser, grabbing a hoodie. “Alright, alright, what’s the favor?”

“I need you to come with me,” Jeyce said, his face flushing with embarrassment but also genuine hope. “So that Dad or Rhea won’t get suspicious. Please, Jaciyah. I really need your help.”

Jaciyah raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Alright, alright, I got you, little man. I’ll go with you. But you owe me one after this, you hear?”

Jeyce smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Jaciyah smirked, looking at his younger brother with a mix of amusement and brotherly affection. “Alright, alright. We’ll get you to your date. But first, we gotta get you looking sharp. Can’t show up at this ‘listening party’ looking like a slob.”

Jeyce chuckled, following Jaciyah as he grabbed a couple of his clothes. “Thanks, bro. You’re the best.”

“The listening party’s attire is black,” Jeyce said. “I need to look good, you know?”

Jaciyah rifled through his clothes, looking for a nice shirt for Jeyce. Jaciyah said “Ah hah.” And he through the item at Jeyce. Jeyce looked at the black polo collared shirt Jaciyah, holding it up to his chest.

Jaciyah gave him a playful side-eye. “Yeah, I know, you don’t want to mess this up with Demi.” He tossed the shirt to Jeyce and then walked over to his dresser, flipping through his clothes. “Alright, you’re good to go on the shirt, but what about your hair?” Jaciyah looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Jeyce hesitated for a second, scratching the back of his head. “Well… can you braid it?” He glanced over, half-embarrassed, but also really wanting to make a good impression.

Jaciyah chuckled and looked at the clock. “How long do we have?”

“About an hour,” Jeyce replied quickly.

Jaciyah gave him a look, sizing up the time. “It’s pushing it, but I can do about six cornrows,” he said, rummaging through his styling products. “It’ll have to do.”

Jeyce nodded, his eyes lighting up with relief. “That’s fine,” he said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, ready for his older brother’s work. “Thanks, Jaciyah. I really need to look good for this.”

As Jaciyah worked his fingers through Jeyce’s hair, weaving the strands into neat cornrows, Jeyce started talking about Demi. “She’s really cool,” Jeyce said, a smile spreading across his face as he thought about her. “She invited me to this listening party, and I really like her. She’s kind of… different from the other girls at school. She’s got this vibe, you know?”

Jaciyah nodded, focusing on his work, trying to get the braids just right. “Yeah, I can tell. But, come on, tell me more about her. You’ve been talking about her non-stop. What’s so special?”

Jeyce leaned back slightly, enjoying the rhythm of Jaciyah’s braiding as he continued. “She’s… just different. Not like the other girls at school. She’s got black hair, and she’s got this cool, mysterious vibe. And she’s just really smart. Like, she gets me, you know? She’s the first person in a long time that I’ve really clicked with.”

Jaciyah paused for a second, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like she’s got you good. What about her sister? I heard you mention her. Is she going to the party too?”

Jeyce nodded, his heart still racing at the thought of Demi. “Yeah, her sister’s going to be the one driving us there. But, honestly, I don’t know much about her sister. Demi’s told me some things, but she keeps her pretty private.”

Jaciyah smirked, finishing up the final braid. “Alright, cool. But you know I gotta ask—how old is her sister?”

Jeyce frowned slightly, looking at his older brother. “I don’t know. But don’t spoil this for me, Jaciyah,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. “I really like her, okay? This date means a lot to me. Please don’t mess it up.”

Jaciyah looked down at his little brother, realizing how serious Jeyce was about this. He softened his tone, giving him a rare moment of older brother wisdom. “I won’t mess it up, little man,” he said, smoothing down the last cornrow and giving Jeyce a pat on the head. “I’m just looking out for you. But, hey, don’t worry. You’ll do fine. Just be yourself. You’ve got this.”

Jeyce smiled, relieved to have Jaciyah’s support, even though his older brother still had his teasing ways. “Thanks, Jaciyah,” he said, standing up and looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I appreciate it. Now, let’s go make sure I’m on time. I’ve got a date to impress.”

—

Jeyce and Jaciyah made their way downstairs, their footsteps echoing through the house. Jaciyah, feeling a surge of confidence, looked over at his dad, Jey, who was lounging on the couch with Rhea and Takecia. Jaciyah cleared his throat and asked, “Hey, Dad, can I borrow the keys to the Mercedes?”

Jey chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his seventeen-year-old son’s request. “The keys to my Mercedes? Really? Takecia and Rhea… this boy said the keys to my Mercedes.”

Jaciyah didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, I’m serious. I’ve got… plans.”

Beside him, Jeyce nodded vigorously, backing up his brother’s request. “Yeah, we really need to go somewhere.”

Rhea, sitting close to Jey, exchanged a suspicious glance with Takecia. Takecia tilted her head and asked, “Where exactly are you boys planning on going?”

Thinking quickly, Jaciyah replied, “I saw a Pizza Hut nearby, and I was thinking of putting in an application. You know… part-time job and all.” He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to sound casual.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, and turned her gaze to Jeyce. “Uh-huh. And what about you, Jeyce?” She looked him up and down, taking in his freshly braided hair and sharp outfit. “Why is your hair braided, and why are you all dressed up?”

Jeyce froze, trying to think of an excuse that wouldn’t tip them off. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he blurted out, “I’m going through puberty, and I just… want to look nice. You know, like… feel good about myself.”

That answer seemed to catch the adults off guard, and they exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to respond. Takecia and Rhea glanced at each other, while Jey shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure how to address the sudden topic of puberty.

Jeyce saw his chance and leaned in, doubling down. “Yeah, I’m going through puberty. And it’s hitting me hard. Like, really hard. So, you know, just… trying to look my best.”

Jey scratched the back of his neck, clearly out of his depth. “Uh… well… alright then,” he stammered, glancing at Rhea, who shrugged. He nodded toward the counter. “The keys are over there.”

Before they could ask any more questions, Jeyce and Jaciyah quickly called out their goodbyes and dashed toward the garage, trying to stifle their laughter until they were out of earshot.

As they climbed into the Mercedes, Jaciyah looked over at Jeyce with a smirk. “Puberty, huh? That was quick thinking.”

Jeyce grinned, buckling his seatbelt. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

Jaciyah chuckled as he turned the key in the ignition, the car purring to life. “Alright, little Romeo, let’s go impress your girl.”

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Let Me Read To You ~ Chapter 4 (Agatha x Rio Bookstore AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Summary:

It's been about four months since Rio and Agatha started their relationship and both of them want to move in with one another. However, neither of them know how to bring up the topic

Notes:

Hey everyone! I got a fluff chapter for y'all cause lowkey too many of these chapters have had smut in them so here's some good ol' wholesome fluff lol

“Do you want another round my love?” Rio asked, getting up and taking the two empty beer bottles in front of them. They had been together for four months now and they decided to go out with the lesbian book club to a gay bar. “Yes please, thank you baby” Agatha said, reaching up to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. “Wow,my love? You two are getting serious” Jen said as Rio was walking away. “What can I say, can't help the lesbian urges” Agath said, giggling. “So when are you two gonna actually lesbian it and get a U-Haul?” Alice asked, taking a sip of her drink. “Hopefully soon, it doesn't make sense anymore now that Rio is practically at my house almost everyday, I even quit my job to help her out with the bookstore” Agatha said with a huff. “No wonder I never see you home anymore before three, hopefully she's not working you too hard” Jen said while picking up her own drink. “Actually it's the opposite, I feel Rio doesn't let me do enough but I get it. It's her store after all” Agatha said, playing with her hair. “ Here you go baby,” Rio said, setting down a beer in front of Agatha. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said in return, caressing Rio's hand. “So do you guys think Lilia is actually gonna come or?” Alice said, looking around for their friend. “She said she was bringing the teen so you know how long it takes for him to get ready” Jen said with a huff. “Teen?” Agatha questioned, taking  a sip of her beer. “Lilia’s nephew, William. He likes hanging out with us plus I think of him almost like a gay adopted son to our lesbian coven” Rio told her with a giggle. “We’re here! Sorry someone here took forever” Lilia said, taking a seat at the table where all the ladies were. “Finally, I’m assuming the teen was taking his sweet time,” Jen said, looking next to Lilia to see him taking a seat as well. “No, Eddie kept texting me and distracting me” he said, checking his phone to see if his boyfriend was still sending him texts. “Oh also, this is Agatha, she’s not that new to the group but you’ve been too busy with school to visit your lesbians moms” Alice pointed out, laughing as Jen nudged her to behave. “Oh hi! I’m William!” the teen exclaimed, putting out his hand to shake. “Oh god you really are gay” Agatha said as she shook his hand. The entire group laughed as William was shocked by Agatha’s joke. 

It was after a good while that the group called it and all went their own ways. Rio and Agatha carpooled with Alice and Jen so that way they didn’t have to take so many cars. “So, it seems like you and William got along,” Jen said, looking back at Agatha. “He’s a good kid, good to see he has a lot of female role models in his life” Agatha replied, still a little tipsy from all the beers she drank. Rio couldn’t help but laugh at Agatha’s state as she rolled down the window to smoke a cigarette. Agatha rolled down her own window and nudged Rio to let her smoke a bit. “So any other plans for you two for the rest of the weekend?” Alice asked, changing the song on the radio. “Walk Nicholas in the park, I was thinking of letting him stay in the store for a bit. I know how much he loves running around and looking through the bookshelves” Rio said, looking over at Agatha, looking for her approval. “Mmm that sounds good, just make sure to keep an eye on him, he’s been into trying to climb things lately” Agatha said with a groan. “Oh god he’s a climber?” Jen exclaimed. “Yup, he tried to get on top of the tv the other day” Agatha said, pinching the bridge of her nose thinking about it. “My dad always said boys are either climbers, runners or diggers,” Rio said, looking over to Agatha and rubbing her back. “I guess it’s not that bad then, at least he isn’t a runner” Agatha told her giggling. As Jen parked the car they all bid their goodbyes, leaving Agatha and Rio to go back to their house. Well technically just Agatha’s house, for now. As Rio opened the door she greeted the babysitter and paid her since Agatha was still a bit too tipsy to argue with her. Rio helped Nicholas to bed, leaving Agatha to lie down on the couch for a minute. As Rio returned she sat next to Agatha, laying her head on her shoulder and playing with her fingers. “Rio?” Agatha asked, turning her head to look at her. “Yes my love?” Rio replied, looking up to meet her eyes. “Move in with us” Agatha said, staring into her eyes. “Sure,” Rio told her with a giggle. “I’m serious, you basically live here. Let’s just uhaul already” Agatha said to her with a pout. “I know you are, I’m just giggling because Jen and Alice have been pushing me to ask you” Rio told her, kissing away her pout. “They were pushing me to ask you too today,” Agatha said, kissing Rio’s head. “You sure you don’t want to run it by Nicky first though?” Rio asked, brushing away Agatha’s hair from her face. “Nah, he likes you too much, if anything he’s sad everytime you leave. Oh wait! Actually, there’s something I wanted to show you” Agatha said, getting up and going to the kitchen.

When Agatha came back, she had a  piece of paper and showed it to Rio. At first she was confused by it but then looked at it to see it was a drawing. It was a drawing of her, Agatha and Nicholas all together holding hands. However, when Rio saw what was written above them, tears came instantly to her eyes. Above the two of them he wrote “mommies”, which just made Rio emotional. She was never really one to think about having a family but with Agatha it all came so easily. “Aw baby, this is adorable” Rio told Agatha, giving Agatha a bear hug. “There’s no way Nicholas wouldn’t want you living here with us” Agatha told her, cradling her head. 

It took a full day but they were able to move all of Rio’s belongings over to Agatha’s. She even gave Rio her office since there was no point of having it anymore now that she was working at the bookstore. Rio made it her writing and indoor plants space, she always loved having a witchy vibe when it came to her spaces. “God you’re such a good decorator my love” Agatha said, breath taken from how beautiful the office had become. “What can I say, it’s a passion of mine” Rio said giggling, kissing Agatha on the cheek. “Mommy why boxes?” Nicholas asked, running into the room. “Well baby, Rio is going to be living with us from now on. She won’t have to leave as often” Agatha told him while picking him up. “Mama staying with us? YAY!!!” He screamed a bit too close to Agatha’s ear as she moved him slightly away from her body. Rio came closer and grabbed the boy from her. “Mhmm, I get to stay here with you and your mommy, are you ok with that Nicky?” She questioned, making sure the boy was stable in her arms. Nicholas didn’t say anything but nodded his head and put his arms around Rio’s neck, hugging her closely. Agatha couldn’t help herself and snuck a picture since she knew how much Rio hated taking pictures. “Hey Nicky, how do you feel about getting ready for bed” Agatha said, caressing her son’s back. “Can I sleep with you and mama tonight?” he asked, looking up at Agatha. “Sure buddy, whatever you want” Rio told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” Agatha whispered. As Agatha got Nicholas tucked in she went into the bathroom where Rio was getting ready for bed herself. “Thank you for everything Rio, I love you” Agatha told her, coming from behind and hugging her. “Of course baby, I love you too” Rio told her after spitting out her toothpaste into the sink. “Now com’on, I’m tired from packing and unpacking all day” Rio said while turning and giving Agatha a quick kiss. The both of them got in bed, hugging Nicholas who was already asleep between the two of them. They drifted off to sleep with the thoughts of them finally becoming a family. Rio hadn’t written in a while but now she dreamt of ideas for her next book of fiction. A witch who falls in love with death despite all odds. A world in which A covenless witch and lady death herself form a coven but most important of all, a family. 

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TLDR: 1: Void and Soulfire and Light and Soulfire interactions? 2: Light does stuff with wills not souls I was wrong. 3: half baked theory about diadem

OKAY FOLKS

So like many of us I am trying to figure out WHAT IS GOING ON currently in Aurora. I mistakenly had this whole theory that the Light Dragon did stuff with souls or free will or a combo of that, but the past weeks have destroyed that theory in my head. I am left scrambling. And then Today's page (2.3.16) got me thinking of one of the things that made that theory for me: How Soulfire and Void interact. And how that same interaction does not happen with Soulfire and the Diadem. And then I went on a research dive. :D

First: Void and Soulfire, Diadem and Soulfire

Let's look at 1.17.33

In a post Red made, explaining the making of this panel, she said, "What really sells this shot is the points of energy where the flame and void interact - the blue-white streaks. I started shaping them very precisely in the wake of the flame to make it clear that they were the result of the two interacting, rather than some intrinsic property of either element alone."

blue white streaks are where soulfire and void interact

not some intrinsic property of either element alone

The Light Dragon is called the Dark Dragon's "equal and opposite" by Theia, and this is presumably a statement held by all paladins. "He can do it, so can she." Interestingly, I think the Void Dragon's only called the Light Dragon his "Other."

(Uh Oh gang I just realized that we might not actually have any reason to believe that anything Void can do Light can do just as well because we could have biased sources but never the less I carry on I spent too much time this afternoon thinking about this)

So because the Light Dragon is Void's presumed equal and opposite, one might expect a similar blast of Light magic to have similar effects.

HOWEVER

(2.3.15 and 2.3.16)

That's not the same effect. That's a white or yellow white light, especially over Dainix's eyes, but there's no blue- white streaks.

(I originally thought there was an X on Dainix's right eye but then realized that was just one of the thorn things and his soul fire and not actually an x)

The closest thing I have seen to the blue-white streak effect was panel 6 of 2.3.15, but arguably that's tears. Which sad.

So we have options here:

A) We haven't seen an equivalent blast like the Void blast in 1.17.33. Perhaps if Champion tries to stab Dainix in Crucible form with one of the swords we will. The Diadem, while painful, is not the same power level as that blast so it does not have the equivalent effect

B) Equal and Opposite, so the effects will also be. I am looking for the wrong signs here. Perhaps the yellow-white is the interaction of Light and Soulfire, taking on one of Void's colors while the interaction of Void and Soulfire took on Light's colors. Perhaps even the effect will be black and purple or yellow for cool factor.

C) hey that looks like the color of Rage on the Catharsis panels

I think B might be the most likely, that or a combo of the three options.

Next: Soul, Will, Mind?

I had incorrectly assumed that, because the blue light effect was made when Void interacted with Soulfire, that souls had something to do with Light. Because the blue light effect is the same color as Light's light. However, the effect is probably part of the transformative properties of Fire, instead of that of Soul, as a few of you put in the notes on that one post I made theorizing about Soulfire and Light. As we know, Light is not soul. [by the way in my archive dig I found a nifty post Red made for common theories in universe on soul energy. Here it is! I will be thinking about it as I do want to make a list of every info we have about soul energy at some point.]

Let's look at the evidence we have:

In 1.7.21, Void says "[the light dragon] awoke the mortals' wills. Mortals given sentience could not be controlled..." We see this event on 0.1.2.

In 2.0.10, the Hornbearer says, "when [the dragon Light possessed] awakens with the Lady's parting gift, it may be persuaded to make a valuable ally." We had previously seen the dragon when Tess fought it.

In 2.3.15, Falst describes the diadem as "like hornets in your head." Dainix is able to talk a bit, but not well.

On 2.3.9, when the Champion activates (sure we'll go with that) the diadem, everyone Stops. We get the no sound effects freeze frame slowmo where you can imagine gasping and that's it.

There is probably more than that, but basically Light does stuff with Mind and Will. She can give sentience, which awakens will, and thinking.

The Diadem "holds" people (2.3.10), and I'm guessing, from Falst's and Dainix's comments, makes it hard to think [hey gang I am suddenly recalling that one kind of elemental corruption makes it hard to make choices? I think? oh boy I don't want to get more elements/primordials mixed up]

One last tid bit! In an ask Last Year some one asked if mind manipulation was possible. Red replied, "not with elemental magic"

So while I now have a whole bunch of questions about how soul energy is different from wills and minds (thank you protestant childhood) those are not relevant here. Light does mind stuff and also can awaken wills. And wills and minds are in the same playing field.

Lastly: Why do their eyes look like that

While staring at 2.3.9 I had a thought.

So uh. This is less coherant than the other two sections. But. Alinua and Dainix are the ones whose full eyes we see. And Dainix is a Crusible who burns with Soulfire. And Alinua's Life's Vessel. And Light said that the Diadem wouldn't hold Void, so it probably won't hold Life (not holding Void could be an equal and opposite thingy but uh Life balances out Void in other ways so??) So I'm wondering if Dainix could possibly burn off the diadem? This is not just based on the folks here, but also because I was thinking that the design of white in their eyes reminded me of how Kendal's starfire would look before it activated? Or how Dainix's eye looked in the fight in chapter 15.

Thank you for reading! I hope you had a great time! One day I will get to my eventual Soul energy list or my "What is Starmetal and how does it work with Souls" list. But not today!

[anthurak]

I really appreciate how the finale really gave us a good sense of the full scope of Alastors power

In that he poses ZERO actual threat to Adam beyond being an annoyance and is completely taken out of the fight after ONE solid hit.

Meanwhile CHARLIE is able to land several good hits, actually HURT the world’s first and biggest douchebag, and is able to shrug off what was clearly a pretty substantial beating before Lucifer showed up.

Simply put, our resident cooky deer boy is not NEARLY the big shot that we, or HE actually thinks he is.

And I think that makes Alastor FAR more interesting.

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[teka-chat]

my last art of 2023, here's a Goldie !

[liebelesbe]

I miss my Berufsschul-Klasse 😭 I was finally like. a tiny bit out. about to come out. comfortable with the possibility of being out. and then the universe said "haha I have given you a taste of something you've always wanted! now watch as I take it away!" *makes me get sicker*

[forgotten-daydreamer]

Me: hey, you're the closest thing I know to a doctor, so-

My sister, a pharmaceutical chemistry & technology student on her 4th (/5) year: God forbid. You're insulting me.

Me: ???

Her: doctors wish they could do the shit I can do. Keep dreaming.

This woman in STEM knows her worth. Why is my younger sister so fucking badass?

[fingertipsmp3]

Bro why are legal websites in the UK so badly designed and clunky and why do they say they’re going to send you a verification email and then they don’t and why is there no button to say “hey I didn’t get my verification email, can you send it again?”