#omg i'm such a mood tonight for no reason

[beechersnope]

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[dreamonseems]

Rough sex and after care erling Haaland

Reminder

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Ering and reader have a intense night and he takes care of her after.

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

Omg thanks for this it's my first ask, and I'm so excited. Hopefully, you like it, and it's not shit but if it is, tell me, please, lol

If anyone else wants to do requests please don't be afraid to I'll try my best to get it done.

Erling and Y/N arrived at the gala, which was hosted by a sponsor for the team, so Erling had to attend. He wasn't thrilled about having to talk to all these people, but he was happy that Y/N was there to support him.

She looked beautiful in her long dress that hugged her figure, and even in heels, she was so cute and small compared to him. As soon as they arrived, Erling was being introduced to all these different people who bombarded him with a load of questions. Erling's face already looked sour, and she noticed it. She pulled him aside and gave him a little pep talk to improve his mood.

"Smile a little. I know we don't want to be here, but let's enjoy it a little. Think about it: free food and drinks, and you get to dance with me," she said, trying to encourage him. Erling huffed and agreed, giving her a little kiss before continuing on to their table.

Luckily, Jack Grealish was sitting at their table, so Erling had some extra entertainment. He was a good buddy of Erling, and he always made Erling laugh. The night was actually going okay. They ate and laughed, and now he was dancing with his beautiful girlfriend.

Erling was actually having somewhat of a good time. When they finished their dance, they headed to the bar to get a drink when a guy approached them.

He was a business executive guy who was pretty tall, but not as tall as Erling's 6'5 height. He introduced himself and said he was a big fan of Erling's and started talking football with him.

But after a while, the guy turned to Y/N and apologized for not introducing himself to her. He said he was a little starstruck when he saw Erling. She laughed but said she understood. Erling introduced her, and the guy reached his hand out to shake her hand, but the way his hand lingered on hers made Erling uncomfortable.

Erling pulled her by the waist closer to him, and she noticed how he was putting his protective walls up. She noticed how he was getting jealous, so she decided to play with this new information.

For some reason, this guy just wouldn't leave them alone. He kept talking to them, and Y/N was talking back so much that Erling was getting so irritated with the way she was acting with this guy.

She even laughed at his jokes. Erling was really dumbfounded with what was happening in front of him. At one point, Y/N excused herself to go to the bathroom.

The guy stepped aside to let her pass, and she tapped his arm to say thank you for moving for her. She turned to Erling while she did it, and Erling then noticed the gleam of mischief in her eyes.

Finally, it struck Erling that she was doing this on purpose to mess with him. She wanted the beast to come out, the Viking to come out and play, and oh, was he coming out. Erling had enough.

He decided to wait outside of the washroom for her to finish. When she stepped out, Erling was quick on his feet, and she didn't even see him coming. He had her pressed against the wall in a second, his hand around her neck, and he squeezed gently. She gasped in surprise but then hummed in satisfaction when she noticed her boyfriend in front of her.

"Do I need to teach you a lesson tonight, baby?" he said, giving her another gentle squeeze.

"A lesson for what?" she challenged him. Erling growled in response, his grip tightening around her neck.

"A lesson to remind you that you're mine," he said, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"You want to play? We can play. But by the end of the night, your voice will be gone."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the heat of Erling's body against hers. She knew he was serious and she was in for a intense night, and the thought of being completely under his control sent shivers down spine.

"Remind me." Shs whispered.

Erling smirked down at her, his eyes alight with passion. "Gladly."

And with that, he swooped down and captured her lips in a searing kiss, igniting a fire between them that would burn long into the night.

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As soon as they arrived home, Erling wasted no time in continuing where they left off in the car. Y/N was still so sensitive from the two times Erling had made her cum on the ride home, but she knew the night wasn't over yet. They didn't even make it upstairs to their bedroom before Erling had them both stripped down and he was kneeling in front of her, ready to pleasure her once again.

With her head thrown back and her hands gripping his hair, she moaned as Erling's mouth explored her intimately. One of her legs was over his shoulder, allowing him to have full access to her most sensitive areas.

He licked, sucked, and fingered her relentlessly until she was once again pushed over the edge, crying out his name in ecstasy. "Erling," she screamed, feeling her body convulse with pleasure.

"That's three," Erling said, smirking up at her. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes. Erling moved from the floor to his feet, Erling was still hungry for more. She was thrilled and quivering, knowing that the night was far from over.

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. Without hesitation, she dropped down to her knees, eager for what was to come.

Erling's amazing, huge cock was right in front of her face, and she couldn't resist giving it a playful kiss before looking up at him.

Erling growled warningly, letting her know not to play around. She smiled and eagerly took him in her mouth, savoring every inch of him. Erling let out a deep sigh of pleasure as she moved her mouth and circled her tongue around his cock. His length was so big that she couldn't fit it all in her mouth, so she used her hand on the parts she couldn't reach, stroking him as she sucked.

His deep groan of pleasure was music to her ears, and she continued to work her mouth up and down his length. After a few minutes of bliss, Erling took charge once again.

"Hands behind your back," he commanded, and she quickly complied, preparing herself for what was to come.

He grabbed her hair, pulling on it roughly as he asked, "Are you ready for your lesson, baby?" She looked up at him, eyes gleaming with excitement, and nodded.

"Don't look away, eyes on me," he ordered before plunging back into her mouth. He started off slow, savoring every sensation, before gradually picking up the pace. Before long, he was fucking her mouth with a ferocity that left her gasping and gagging, drool running down her chin. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself getting wet with the thought of how much he was using her.

Erling was in complete control, and she loved every second of it. With a deep, guttural groan, Erling pulled out and stepped back, lifting Y/N up and bending her over the couch.

He wasted no time in lining himself up to her entrance and slamming himself in with a force that made her scream with contentment.

She grabbed onto the couch as he lifted her hips up for a better angle. Erling pulled out and slammed back in again, this time with even more force. Within seconds, he had her screaming and moaning with pleasure.

"You've been a bad girl," Erling said, giving her ass a hard smack. He thrust even harder and gave her another smack, then another, and another, until her ass was red and stinging.

"Have you remembered who you belong to yet?" he demanded, giving her another, hard smack.

"You're mine and mine only. I should have fucked you in front of all those people to remind you who you belong to."

As he felt Y/N squeezing his cock in response, he thrust even deeper and harder, putting his hand on her neck and giving it a rough squeeze.

"Did you get excited hearing that, baby? You wish I fucked you in front of all those people, hmm? You wanted to show them how much of a little slut you are for me." He gave her ass one final, hard smack.

"Come on, say it. Who do you belong to?"

At this point, Y/N had become a mindless, babbling bimbo, completely lost in pleasure. All she could do was moan and scream, tears streaming down her face as she tried to piece words together.

"I'm yours. I'm yours," she finally managed to gasp out.

Erling grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, stopping his thrusts momentarily. "My what?" he demanded.

"Your slut! I'm your slut!" She gasped out.

"Good girl," Erling said, resuming his hard and deep thrusts.

Her moans and screams grew louder and louder as she came around him, and he moaned in pleasure as he joined her, finally releasing his load inside her pussy.

Erling took a moment to admire his handiwork as he withdrew from Y/N, watching his cum slide out of her. He was proud of himself for bringing her so much pleasure. After a few minutes, he noticed her collapsing to the floor, too weak to hold herself up.

Kneeling down beside her, he asked with concern, "Are you okay, baby? Was that too much?" She was speechless, having lost her voice just as Erling had told her she would that night. But she nodded and gave him a thumbs-up to let him know she was okay.

"Was it too much?" Erling asked, and she shook her head no before leaning in for a kiss. It was totally worth it; she had enjoyed it so much. Erling then got up and walked to the kitchen to get some pain medication for her throat and a glass of water.

After giving it to her, he lifted her up bridal style and carried her to their bedroom. Gently laying her down on the bed, he gave her a sweet kiss before heading to the bathroom to draw them a bath.

He lit some candles and dropped in a soothing bath bomb, grabbing a small warm towel on his way back to the bedroom. After wiping the cum from her legs and pussy, he carried her to the bathroom and helped her into the bath.

Erling played some relaxing music before getting in the bath himself and sat behind her. As Y/N relaxed in the warm water, Erling gently massaged her neck, back, arms wanting to give her complete bliss. Using a loofah to clean her skin.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, reminding her how much he loved her. He enjoyed taking care of her, especially after intense moments like they had just shared.

After an hour in the bath, they decided to get out. Erling grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist before lifting Y/N out of the tub and gently drying her off.

He wraps her in the soft towel, and carries her to the bathroom counter. He places her down on the counter and grabs a blow dryer, carefully drying her hair and combing it out to ensure it's smooth and tangle-free.

Once he's finished, Erling reaches up to the shelf and grabs a bottle of ointment. He squeezes a small amount onto his fingertips and starts gently rubbing it onto Y/N red, sore ass, soothing any burning sensation she might be feeling. As he applies the ointment, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her back, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance.

"Does that feel better, baby?" he asks, running his hands over her hips and thighs. She nods, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she leans back into his embrace.

She nods yes and smiles turning her head to kiss his cheek. Erling smiles down at her, his eyes full of love and tenderness. "Anything for you, my love," he says softly, before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her back to bed, dressing her in a pair of underwear, shorts, and a shirt before slipping on a pair of boxers himself.

Erling carefully tucked the sheets around them, making sure that she was comfortably nestled against him. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then whispered, "I love you," before settling down beside her.

He could feel her warm breath against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. He gently rubbed her back with his other hand, tracing soothing circles over her skin. After such an intense night, he was determined to do whatever it took to help her relax and find peace.

As he continued to stroke her back, he felt her body slowly start to relax against his. Her breathing became more even and deep, and soon the sound of her soft snores filled the room. Erling let out a contented sigh, feeling a sense of deep satisfaction wash over him.

He closed his eyes and let himself drift off into a peaceful sleep, with the warmth of her body next to him and the sound of her gentle snores lulling him into a state of complete relaxation. He dreamed of her, of their future together, and of all the moments they would share. And as he drifted off, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be, with the woman he loved more than anything in the world.

[chvoswxtch]

Hello my love! I love the way you write Frank (AND Matt, but im in a Frank mood tonight). I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn, but if you are, I love to submit one!! Tbh I’m so sick of how douchey guys are these days on apps, and the “oh you just wanted a free meal” behavior and dating rn is the fucking worst. What’s your take on a situation where you’re friends with Frank and you complain about how badly men behave these days, and he offers to take you on a real date and treat you right? Bc I could use a Frank to rescue me and treat me right rn 😫

hello my darling! thank you so much, omg. you're too kind🥺

ok first of all when I say you are PREACHING to the damn CHOIR !!! I tried a few dating apps and I loathed every single one of them. straight up was not having a good time. it was an absolute travesty, so I feel for you so hard right now angel.

this is my first time doing a headcannon so this is super exciting and i'm happy we get to do this together!! because you absolutely DESERVE a frankie to rescue you and treat you right because you are a goddamn CATCH you are a GLOWING GODDESS and anyone should be so heckin LUCKY as to go on a date with you ❤️

headcannon is going to be below the cut bc y'all know I get carried away, especially with my baby frankie

frank castle & dating apps

first things first: frank castle is very old fashioned, so the idea of a dating app probably not only confuses the fuck out of him but also makes him grimace. like the man without a doubt hates texting, preferring an actual phone call instead, and most likely comes up with a million different threats to your security and worst case scenarios when you teach him about online dating

"don't you wanna meet someone the old fashioned way? how can you tell they're not a complete asshole just by a picture and a few words? what if they ain't who they say they are? you still got that knife I gave ya?"

frank already made you share your location with him a long time ago for safety reasons but now makes you text him the address of wherever it is you're going on these "dates" as well as check in with him every hour

he would probably be adamant about coming with you and sitting in a corner somewhere so he could keep an eye on you but you quickly shot that down bc it's frank and he's very hard to miss and you would have a hard time explaining to your date why that big guy across the room looks like he's seconds away from committing murder (you know exactly which look i'm talking about)

frank requests you send him a picture of whatever guy you're meeting just in case he needs to hunt him down find him if you don't check in or something happens, and never hesitates to offer a look of utter disdain and merciless judgment when you finally send it

"really? you're goin' on a date with this? the options on them apps that goddamn bad, sweetheart?"

frank is extremely shameless in verbally eviscerating every single guy you show him or tell him about and never misses an opportunity to make his opinions known

one night you storm into his apartment without knocking (a common occurrence he's finally gotten used to) and plop down next to him on the couch with a glass a wine (he made a mental note to keep the kind you like on hand at all times) and start to vent about your latest disaster date

the guy made you drive nearly an hour out of your way to meet him at a sketchy dive bar, spent the whole night talking about himself and cutting you off every time you spoke, and then had the AUDACITY to ask you to cover the tab because he "forgot" his wallet at home (this actually happened to me once)

frank can't take it anymore. this online dating thing has been going on for months and every time you vent to him about these assholes, it gets harder and harder for him to control his feelings for you because he's supposed to be your friend and the guys you've been going out with look nothing like him and as much as he wants to be with you, he's scared to ruin the one good thing he has. so, frank hatches a plan

"alright, I can't take this shit anymore. don't make plans friday night. we're goin' out."

he says it so nonchalantly, you almost don't catch what he means. you splutter out your wine, staring over at frank because there's no way he just asked you out on a date??? frank catches your look and offers a timid smile, reaching over to squeeze your knee gently

"relax. i'm just gonna show you what a real date should be like. you've been on so many shitty ones, I don't even know if you know what a good one is. let me help you raise your standards a bit."

let me tell you something, frank castle knows a thing or two about romance. this man goes ALL OUT. picking you up at your door (on time, early even), flowers in hand (your favorites bc he actually listens when you talk), is the most dressed up you've ever seen him (it's a dress shirt and jeans but he's usually covered in blood so), opens all the doors for you and pulls out your chair, takes you to a restaurant he knew you would love bc he knows your favorite dish & dessert, spends the whole night asking you questions about things he's always wanted to know about you, makes you laugh with silly jokes and stories, and tells you several times throughout the night how beautiful he thinks you look

you've always had a crush on frank (how could you not honestly) so you were a nervous wreck about the whole thing and what it meant for your friendship and if he was just doing this to be nice because he felt sorry for you or if he actually liked you back

but the date is not only the best one you've ever been on but also the easiest because it's frank and he's your best friend and you've never felt more comfortable or at ease with someone and when the check comes it makes your heart sink because you never want this date to end, even if it isn't real

the entire walk back to your apartment there's a palpable nervous energy between the two of you and his hands are in his pockets but you desperately wish they were holding yours and when you stop at your door there's a million thoughts racing through your head that you wanna say but the look in frank's eyes steals the oxygen straight out of your lungs

"listen I uh...know I said this was just to show you how a real date should be and what not, and I did mean that but...I really just wanted to show you how you should be treated ya'know. how...how I would treat you, if you'd let me. i'd give you the goddamn world if you asked, sweetheart. I don't know if I read tonight wrong, but I know I could be the right man for you, and I think you know that too. at least, I hope you do. there's nothin' I wouldn't do for you, honey. I understand if you don't feel the same way-"

you don't even let frank finish that sentence before you're dragging him down by his collar and crashing your lips together because holy shit frank, your frank, wants you just as much as you want him

needless to say you invite him up and show him just how much you want him despite his weak attempt at trying to continue to be a gentleman

"sweetheart, we can take it slow. I don't mind-" "frank I swear to god if you don't take your pants off right now, i'm never kissing you again." "yes ma'am."

[loreleismusings99]

Two Body Problem

Ch 4

[Masterlist]

Qualifying exams are stressful. coming to terms with budding romantic feelings is somehow even more stressful. In which Mark and the reader critique each others' work and a surprising amount of sleep happens.

Thank you for reading! sorry this took so long to get out, I just graduated(can't believe I have a bachelor's degree now omg), and my life has been kind of a whirlwind lately, but I'm glad I was able to get this out. I don't think this is my strongest chapter, but I can move on to other parts of the story now this is done. As always, please let me know of ways I can improve this and if there's anything that should be fixed about this. Tysm, and I hope y'all are having a wonderful holiday season! Happy Perihelion Day!

also, y'all, I am running out of Matt Damon gifs to use for these so if you have any suggestions, please send them to me!

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God, my back hurts…

You shift under your blanket and grumble at the uncomfortably stiff structure that's currently cradling you. Cracking open an eye, you look around at your surroundings, becoming increasingly familiar as the clouds of sleep part and slowly return your senses to you. Why am I in the living room? Cracking open the other eye, you’re nearly blinded by the morning’s sunlight. Letting out a raspy “ugh…” at the unpleasant stimulus, you turn your head into your blanket again to shield your eyes from the offending ball of ionized hydrogen.

A new piece of sensory information halts your thoughts almost completely when you bury your face in your blanket though; notes of honey with an afterthought of what might be soil flood your senses, layered with something bergamot-y and a mystery spice that gives warmth to the smell. The smell reminds you of your night in the library, labs full of undergrads extracting caffeine from tea leaves, and office hours in the too-cramped grad office in the biosciences building. You remember a hand brushing yours as you both reach for the same homework packet, then mousy blond hair, striking green eyes, and a smattering of freckles.

The realization that your blanket smells like Mark hits you like a freight train and you're suddenly ripped from the clutches of sleep as he fills your senses. You try to find it within you, but you can’t quite locate the discomfort you thought you’d experience being confronted with Mark’s presence--however fleeting and ephemeral-- first thing in the morning. The feelings it stirs within you are… pleasant?? Being enveloped by the earthy scent is calming for whatever reason; like being held, wrapped in a profound sense of home and safety that you rarely have felt in your adult life. He must wear lavender… you think, trying to explain away the state you're in before drifting off again, sleeping in for the first time in a long while.

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“I'm sorry, you did what?!” Mark whirls around, his sandwich still clutched in his left hand while his right is holding his laptop in a precariously loose grip.

Colin rolls his eyes before responding to Mark's dramatic outburst. “Oh please, don't act so scandalized; that's a completely normal and average thing to ask--”

  The door slamming at almost midnight tonight was certainly not on Colin’s bingo sheet for the evening’s events, but it was a harbinger of more unexpected happenings starting with Mark’s sour mood after returning from what should have been an enjoyable get-together with his colleagues in the bioengineering department.

“Sure, yes, normally, but they’re about the least average individual I’ve met up until this point in my life, Colin; you can’t just--” Colin has had a front-row seat to Mark’s gradual descent into denial for almost 6 months at this point. As Mark starts waxing poetic about how inviting you over to do moc quals presentations together would be the single worst decision Colin’s made, he remembers the night he came back from that mixer the two of you met in late spring earlier this year.

“The fucking audacity, how did they get this far being so unprofessional--” Mark tosses his bag onto their shared couch a mere foot away from where Colin was sitting writing up a first draft of the introduction for his thesis proposal on improving science communication with the general public while avoiding misleading sensationalism. Mark storms off into his room before poking his head out the door to say, “Did you know using a switch case to find the number of elements in an array is apparently--” Mark mimes air quotes “‘so clunky that it should be considered a syntax error’? Fucking hell…”

As Mark ducks back into his room grumbling, Colin responds with,“ Mark, I promise you I had no clue… and good evening, why do you look and sound like someone just told you agriculture and botany are the same thing?” Colin waits for Mark’s response as he stomps out of his room, having exchanged his business casual garb for his pajamas, and sulks into their kitchen.

“Oh, no reason. I just had the displeasure of getting publically ridiculed by a EE who wouldn’t know the difference between a spanner and a set of calipers, their head’s so fucking deep in electronics they don’t know how to communicate with other humans.” after grabbing a bottle of lemonade from the fridge, Mark collapses down on the chair to Colin’s left, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

  He has it bad… Colin remembers thinking, as he does now, as he watches Mark run up his blood pressure, postulating about critiques you haven’t even had the chance to make on his quals paper and presentation yet. “Mark… Mark, listen.” Colin says to interrupt his wayward roommate’s self-sabotage. “It’s not that serious. They’re going to come over to get their paper looked at too--actually, they’re presenting the same day as you. They’re coming here with the same level of vulnerability as you. I don’t think they’ll go easy on you, but I don’t think they'd be cruel either.”

Colin waits a couple of seconds before asking,“... what’s their name?” Mark pauses and looks up at the ceiling with a faraway look in his eye before saying your name, calmly for the first time since he’s returned home for the evening. Colin and Mark sit in this pause before Mark continues, describing how you were a vision of confidence and poise in your sweater vest, oxfords, and slacks--likely due to unfounded pride, he added after snapping out of his momentary revere. It took everything in Colin’s power not to laugh in Mark’s face every time he tried to explain away every positive thing he noted about you, from your ‘surprising competence in biomechanical design to your managing to land a graduate assistantship in one of the best-funded bio-instrumentation labs in the department.

“How would you know? Hell, they were probably thrilled by the idea of getting to take me down a peg and ruin my faith in my thesis in the process--”

“Well, they certainly seemed eager, but likely not for the reason you think…” Colin responds absent-mindedly as he returns to prepping his presentation materials for their moc quals presentations.

Mark pauses in his nervous pacing and looks finally directly at Colin before asking, “What… exactly did they say? When you asked?”

“My, you’re awfully interested in the minutia of their reactions to you. I wonder why…” Colin postulates slyly, looking up from his computer and smirking.

It takes a few seconds of gear-turning in Mark's head before he finally picks up on what Colin is insinuating before the man in question lets out a guffaw and states, “Absolutely not. No. Impossible, inconceivable--”

“Explain yourself then; you've been emotionally constipated since the day you met them,” Colin crosses his arms before continuing, “You aren't very good at hiding the inner machinations of your head you know, it's written all over in how you act.”

“What I feel for them is probably the farthest thing from affection, they make me sick to my stomach--”

“You sure those aren't just butterflies?--”

“Can you please just answer my question?” Mark sighs in exasperation, and Colin lets out a chuckle before explaining how the events transpired.

“So, I found them in the lab--I think they were soldering something? Honestly, it's beyond what I was willing to ask about so I don't know, but I asked them how they were doing and if they're interested in doing moc quals with us--”

“How do you know where their lab is?”

“I majored in journalism, Mark--I have my methods, don't worry about it. Anyway, they perked up at the mention of moc quals and said that they're about to give their presentation on Friday and that they'd love to have extra practice presenting to people who would ask similar questions to what their committee would ask them. They even mentioned that, quote,‘ despite your likely lack of appreciation for their work, your opinions would be useful,’ end-quote.” Colin utters the last sentence with a chuckle.

Mark opens his mouth to say to retort before he's interrupted by a gentle knock at the door.

Mark looks up at the door and then frantically around the apartment, looking at the mess of dishes he had left from his dinner yesterday before uttering a soft “shit!”, tossing his computer onto the couch next to Colin, and holding his sandwich in his mouth as he picks up his dishes and runs them into the kitchen. “You didn’t say they’d be here now!!” Mark yells from behind the divider wall that separates the kitchen from the living/dining room area, hiding dirty dishes in a panicked frenzy as Colin gets up to let you in.

“You didn’t let me get that far before you started questioning me--Hi there, welcome in!” Colin calls over his shoulder before greeting you and stepping to the side of the open door to let you into his and Mark’s shared space.

“Hey, thanks for inviting… me…” You look around like this is the first time you've seen a room before saying“Wow, you two have a nice place” with what looks like a sparkle of awe in your eyes.

“Thanks,” Mark finally decides to pipe up after exiting the kitchen and leaning against the wall. “Sorry for the mess though, I didn't know we were going to have company.” Mark forces through a fake smile as he looks over to Colin with thinly veiled, panicked irritation.

“Ah, so the clutter and dirty dishes aren't a half-baked preparation strategy?” You jest, dawning a coy smirk before turning to Colin and asking, “Shoes on or off?”

Colin's barely able to get in an ‘either is fine’ before Mark rebuts with, “You wound me with how much you underestimate my very complex plan to distract you.” Colin almost sprains an ocular muscle rolling his eyes at Mark's attempt to play it cool after nearly having an aneurysm about you coming over as the man in question ducks back behind the false wall before saying, “I'm making Pizza Bagel Bites for us.” There's a short pause before Mark pokes his head around the wall to regard you again before asking, “Do you like Bagel Bites?”

“Yeah, Bagel Bites are fine.”

“Are you sure? I can make something else if you want; we also have hot pockets, an actual frozen pizza, and we might have some leftover soup from Thanksgiving too--”

You rest a hand on your hip and sit into it before asking, with a huff, “Mark, honestly l, anything is fine; are we going to do this or are you afraid my presentation's going to be better than yours?”

At this point, Colin has sat back down on their couch and is having the time of his life watching what's unfolding before him. He looks over to the kitchen where Mark is still hidden and listens as he hears a clamoring commotion of a pan being filled with frozen Bagel Bites and the furious beeps of the oven turning on to pre-heat before he rushes out of the kitchen, picks up his laptop, sits down, and opens it.

Mark dawns a haughty smirk and a competitive gleam sparks in his eyes as he says, typing away on his computer, “Oh, you have no idea the magnitude of scrutiny you've just unleashed upon your work…”

You let out a huff of a laugh before saying, “I expect nothing less” and opening up your laptop and sharing with the two of them your paper and presentation as the lot of you get started on your moc reviews.

The process is fairly simple: one of you presents while the other two act as your panel committee, asking questions, and making suggestions at the end of your presentation. Colin goes first, presenting his findings from his literature review of surveys and short-term studies of the efficacy of popular science news and the need for more long-term studies. This is something he's practiced hundreds of times, so the questions you throw at him aren't surprising--though, he is quite taken aback by how well-versed you are in pedagogical techniques in science communication and makes a note to pick your brain about your experience later.

You go next, Mark having half-offered half-volunteered you to go next, he's probably still trying to calm his nerves, Colin thinks as he watches Mark shift awkwardly in his seat while you stand from your spot on the couch next to him after setting up your presentation on your computer. Colin tries his best to focus on the lovely presentation on flexible electronics and their use in vitals monitoring, but he can’t help but be distracted by Mark's increasingly adorable investment in your presentation, actively listening and asking questions but with a faraway look in his eyes as he gazes at you with what can only be described as adoration as you passionately expound upon the process of medication release in implantable medical sensing devices. You finish your presentation and Mark enthusiastically jumps up to present last, evidently forgetting his nerves from earlier and diving straight into the complexities of irrigation and sustainable crop cultivation in extreme environments. Colin takes note of the understated excitement you exhibit at Mark's passion for his field, so reserved that he almost missed the way you attempted to block a blush and giggle at his peculiar use of casual, nearly comical lexicon in a presentation meant to convince the academics at the top of the botany ivory tower to give him a chance at becoming a professional scientist.

After presenting you all went over the notes you made on each other's presentations, discussing why certain word choice decisions were made, how each of you dealt with being confronted with A gap in your knowledge, et cetera. Mark was chewing on the end of a red pen while looking over the notes and suggestions you provided for his presentation before making a face and asking, “What’s wrong with my wording here? I think this is a perfectly valid term to describe nutrient uptake efficiency in--”

“Mark, do I need to tell you why you can’t say ‘slorp’ in a Ph.D. qualification oral exam?” You look up from your paper, now marked up with notes from Mark and Colin, and look pointedly at Mark, your mouth quirked into a poorly concealed smirk. Mark starts falling over his words trying to explain his reasoning--or lack thereof--while failing at holding back enthusiastic laughter.

Mark turns to Colin and asks, “Well, what do you think--do you see the academic value of using slorp in a presentation?”

Colin rests a hand gently on Mark’s shoulder before responding. “Mark, my dearest friend, I absolutely do not,” Colin says through bouts of laughter and it puts you in stitches next to Mark, laughing so hard that the only noise you can make is a high-pitched wheeze as you’re doubled over by your glee.

Mark dramatically clutches his shirt right over his heart and says, “Et tu, Brute??” before succumbing to his laughter.

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The empty chair to your right buzzes with the vibrations your restless leg sends through the floor as you await the panel's decision on whether or not you need to reconsider your place in the Ph.D. program. Every time you try to listen in on the conversation your advisor and mentors are having in the room behind you, Hana gently squeezes your hand to remind you to at least try not to obsess about your presentation. It's done now, the ball's in their court. All you can do now is wait and try not to send your blood pressure through the roof.

I think that went alright…you think, threading your fingers between Hana's in an attempt to ground yourself. I answered all of their questions correctly… I think. They didn't say so if I didn't; would they have done that? Fuck, what if they just decided to say nothing-

The door to Hana’s and your left opens suddenly to reveal your advisor, Dr. Ameer, poking his bald and bespectacled head out from behind the door before stepping out and standing to his full height, imposing from your current seated perspective.

He looks down at you for a moment before smiling proudly and holding out his hand. “Congratulations!” You take his hand and shake it feeling like the air got kicked out of your chest, only able to let out a breathless squeeze of a ‘thank you’ that your advisor lightly laughs at. “Excellent treatment of the current gap in the literature on the use of implantables for tissue regeneration for rehabilitative purposes in particular--it makes a great start to a thesis project.” He states, taking off his reading glasses.

You nod and say another “thank you,” stronger this time now that your tensed muscles have finally relaxed and Hana's got you wrapped up in a sideways hug. “I'll make sure to, uhm, send you my availability for the next week so we can discuss how I did and how I can improve. We should also start to discuss my thesis--where to start, what we're capable of doing, et cetera.”

“Absolutely. Don't forget to celebrate too, though. You work hard, you deserve the rest.” He says, sitting down in the chair to your right.

“Oh, don't worry about that,” Hana says, clapping you on the shoulder, “I'll make sure they have at least a little fun within the next 24 hours.”

“Thank you for your work keeping them sane.” Dr. Ameer says through a laugh.

“Is this an intervention?” you ask, looking back and forth at the two of them as they both guffaw at your bafflement.

“Alright,” Dr. Ameer starts, standing back up before saying, “Congratulations again, I'll see you on Monday.”

“Thank you, and see you then.” You respond, allowing yourself to finally smile with a gleam of pride in your eyes as he nods and walks off, presumably to his office.

You wait until you know he's out of earshot before bellowing out a, “Thank fucking God…” as Hana squeals, shaking your shoulders in pent-up excitement.

“Hey, don't act like you didn't nail it in there, I heard you, you were great!! Oozing confidence and academic splendor!” Hana responds, dramatically clutching a fist over her heart. “We have to celebrate properly tonight; maybe drinks and dinner at my place--”

“Please don't make it a big thing, it's not like I just defended my thesis,” you say through an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, but we're at least inviting over Colin and Mark--they just passed their quals too.”

An Incredulous and confused look twists your face when you ask, “How do you know? I thought they were presenting just now too?”

“Trivia night people have a group chat--here, look” Hana takes out her phone and shows you a text from Colin with a picture of him smiling with his arm around what looks like Mark, his head tilted back in relief while Colin ruffles his hair.

Your eyes linger on Mark's neck a little too long before you pull your gaze away and clear your throat, saying, “I see.”

“Hey,” Hana says, putting a hand on your shoulder, “we don't have to invite them, or anyone for that matter, especially if they'll make you uncomfortable.”

“No no, thank you, uhm, there's nothing wrong with that. If anything, I probably owe the two of them a thank you, we presented to each other and they both offered some awesome suggestions that I wouldn’t’ve thought of otherwise.”

Hana regards you silently for a moment, eyes narrowing before they widen in shock as she says, “No fucking way.”

“… What?”

“I mean, the two of you becoming civil with each other finally was to be expected, but I never would've thought--”

“Oh,” you say rolling your eyes as you go to stand up, “Okay, I see where this is going--”

“So I'm right then?” Hana grabs her bag and goes to follow you.

“Absolutely not.”

“You were just gazing longingly at Mark!”

“I do not gaze at him,” you wheeze out with a laugh as you push open the doors to the Tech building.

“Okay, so why did you just freeze right now? I refuse to believe it was a nondescript brain fart and you just so happened to zone out looking at Mark's trachea--” Hana finishes her sentence in a whisper to not attract the attention of the undergrads walking past them in the courtyard.

You whip around to look Hana in the eye as you whisper-yell, “What I feel for Mark is the farthest thing from attraction, I can't possibly think of a world where he would inspire anything other than disgust--”

“Denial is a river in Egypt, my friend, and we are in the midwest--”

“God, I can't believe you--” You whirl back around and start walking off in the direction of your apartment.

“I'm inviting them over, and be at mine by 5!!” Hana shouts at your retreating form and you throw up a thumbs up to show your acknowledgment.

  Your mind wanders on your way back home; you remember eating a Pizza Bagel during your moc quals with Colin and Mark, the latter suddenly saying, “Wait! Hold still” causing you to freeze in your tracks and your eyes to widen into saucers, thinking a bug or something crawled onto you. He reaches over and gently swipes a thumb across the corner of your mouth before saying“ Rogue pizza sauce” before moving on to the next thing that caught his attention. You're still frozen in place, trying to process what just happened, when Mark absentmindedly licks the tomato sauce off his thumb like he forgot that that was just on your face and not his. Now, something like this usually wouldn’t surprise you--especially given Mark's tendency to forget the simplest of things--but for whatever reason your brain short-circuited; at a complete loss for words, for once in your life not a single thought crossed your mind--just complete radio silence and a faint fluttering feeling in your chest. You didn't notice it at the time, perhaps because you didn't want to, but that fluttering felt different than you expected. You wanted to feel a flush of anger wash over you at his invasion of your personal space but all you could muster was the nauseating fondness you felt that night he walked you home after trivia night.

This realization makes your face twist into a scowl. “Shit…” you say, burying your face deep into your coat.

  When you enter Hana’s apartment building, the weight and warmth from your jacket and the building hallway make your skin prickle with sweat. You unzip your jacket and tug a little on your turtleneck’s collar before knocking on her door. A muffled “Hold on!” sounds from behind the door before Hana flings the door open a few seconds later. “Come on in!” she hurries you in while carrying a pan of what looks like an attempt at caramelizing… something?

You take off your shoes and place them on the small rack set up next to the front door before hanging up your coat next to Hana’s on a nearby coat hook. “What are you making?” you question, the medley of smells hitting your nose almost making your eyes water.

“Chicken parm--assuming I'm doing this right,” says over her shoulder while rushing back into her kitchenette, trying not to spill the contents of the very hot pot on her person.

“Hana, I'm not sure if you're supposed to caramelize anything in a chicken parmesan dish?” you follow her timidly into the kitchen, not entirely sure you want to bear witness to what she is concocting.

“You’ve gotta have more faith in my process,” Hana says confidently over her shoulder right before the pan on the stove in front of her bursts into flame. There's a brief scramble As the two of you try to put out the fire, eventually being left with a charred mess sitting in the pan with the two of you staring at it blankly.

“... Portillo's?”

“Yeah,” you respond with a light huff.

  You're drying off and putting away dishes as Hana passes them to you after giving them a thorough scrubbing to get off the char from her attempt at cooking dinner. After about two minutes of this Hana puts down the dish she's working on and huffs before saying, “I'm putting on some music, any requests?”

You pause and think for a moment before answering, “Um… I don't know; What've you been listening to lately?”

“This is gonna sound kind of weird, but I've been on a bit of an ABBA kick lately.” She says, drying her hands off before retrieving her phone from the front pocket of her ‘That's not Burnt, that's Flavor’ apron.

“Knowing you, that's not weird at all.” You deadpan before the two of you let out a stream of giggles. Hana taps away at her phone for a couple of seconds, and Chiquitita starts playing from a speaker on the far side of the kitchen to your left. “Oo, that's a good one.”

“Darling, they're all good ones,” Hana says through a playful smirk, making you laugh. The rest of the otherwise boring task goes by much more slowly but more enjoyably with the two of you intermittently stopping to sing along at the top of your lungs with whatever song caught your collective attention, Hana occasionally using whatever cooking utensil was within her grasp as an impromptu fake-microphone. She's in the middle of a surprisingly impressive belt during Lay All Your Love on Me when a confident knocking echoes through the apartment. “Ope, is that them?” she inquires in a suddenly quieter voice with what you detect as a hint of bashfulness--possibly at the prospect of being heard through the door. She briefly checks her phone while you dry the last plate and put it away. “Yep!” she says before doffing her apron and nearly prancing to her front door.

You turn around and open up a cupboard to put away the plate you're holding, but as you reach up you feel a pair of eyes on your back. You close the cabinet door and whirl around only to be met with a pair of infuriatingly disarming green eyes. In your periphery, you can see Mark’s shoulders pitch up slightly before a toothy smile blooms across his face, catching you off guard with the sincerity of it. You clumsily return his smile before congratulating him before dawning a defensive smirk and saying, “I’m glad our corrections weren’t ignored” jokingly implying that was the only thing stopping him from failing.

A grimace distorts Mark’s smile before he opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a second before finally letting out a laugh and saying, “I was about to say that I had to because Botany isn’t exactly as easy as what you do, but saying something is only biomedical sensor engineering doesn’t exactly have the punch I ‘m looking for.” He and Colin take off their shoes and you and Mark close the distance between the two of you before he continues. “Glad to hear you passed too--what is that smell, is something burning?” Mark interrupts himself, halfway through crossing his arms when he finally catches a whiff of the residual char in the air from Hana’s cooking.

“That would be the aftermath of Hana’s attempt at cooking; don’t worry, we called Portillos as soon as the pan lit on fire.” You quickly add after seeing the color drain a bit from Mark’s cheeks.

You wonder if they’ve always been that rosy before he frantically looks between you and Hana and asks, “You lit a pan on fire?!”

“Only a little bit, we put it out quickly--the alarm didn’t even go off.” Hana dismisses Mark’s worry with a wave of her hand while walking over to her speaker to turn its volume down.

“That’s a shame, we could’ve roasted non-stick flavored marshmallows,” Colin jests from his spot at Hana’s kitchen island before she sticks her tongue out at him, sending the lot of you into a laughing fit. “Well, what do we want to do until the dogs get here?”

Hana pauses to think for a second before ducking to rifle through a set of board and card games she keeps under her living room speaker and reemerges with a small red box. “‘We’re Not Really Strangers’?” she punctuates her question by lightly shaking the box, “I’ve got a few packs mixed in here, so we shouldn’t get any repeats if we’re waiting a while.”

Colin responds in the affirmative before enthusiastically walking over to her couch and plopping down with a ‘whoomph.’ Mark shifts next to you before stating in an almost whisper, “This ought to be interesting.” The two of you look at each other and you scan his face, taking in the mirth evident in his lightly freckled face and you lightly nudge him with a wheeze of a laugh before walking over to get a seat at Hana’s coffee table.

  How can one person be so fucking warm?? You internally hiss to yourself while sitting next to Mark. The two of you still have about an inch of separation between the two of you but even so, you feel like the warmth radiating off his body is smothering you in a calm you’re trying to steel yourself against. You’re sitting in a half-crisscross position with your leg resting on top of your foot now to make it harder for you to subconsciously inch closer to Mark to try to remedy the ever-present chill that usually plagues you--with what appears to be little success considering the two of you stared out on this couch with about 6 inches of space between the two of you. Mark guffaws heartily at Hana’s answer to the card Colin just pulled and you can feel the seat shake with his laughter, the proximity of his person to yours making your heart ache dully. This is miserable, I’m miserable, why is this happening, why me? Why him?? You wonder to yourself with a slightly pained smile and chuckle while Hana pulls a card from the pile in the center of the table.

“Let’s see--ough, I hate this one; ‘What are your plans for the future?’ survive this Ph.D.” Hana immediately answers with a wheeze of a laugh putting the card in the discard pile.

“Honestly, same--I’m just glad my quals are done so I can focus my time and energy on research,” Colin answers before taking a sip of his water and looking to Mark for his answer.

“Alright, are we talking about, like, the next five years or more of what my endgame is for what I want to do with my life? Because I wouldn’t be able to securely pin that down if my life depended on it.” Mark laughs after Hana tells him to say whatever he has an answer for. He pauses for a moment before continuing. “Well,” he begins, crossing his arms, looking up at the ceiling, and slightly adjusting his position, spreading his legs slightly; it takes every ounce of willpower in every atom of your body not to look down at his legs as he does so. “I’m planning on submitting to the NASA GSRP soon, so, assuming I get awarded it, I’ll be working more with botanists at Kennedy Space Center to develop cultivation experiments for the ARES missions--If they ever happen at all.” Mark finishes with a scoff, making you frown. With the tumultuous nature of how government is run, it's becoming increasingly difficult to gauge if there’ll be funding for ambitious space missions like the budding ARES program. Mark abruptly turns to you--itching to turn the attention away from himself--and asks, “What about you?”

You’re given pause by the way Mark abruptly changes the subject, but answer anyway. “Oh, um, I’m headed to Pasadena in the spring; I’m working with one of the engineers there on electronics for a Lunar water surveyor--seems like we’re both NASA-bound. You’ll have to tell me more about the project you’re submitting for, it seems interesting--we might even be able to collaborate a little bit, depending on how far my work on this surveyor goes.”

You end your answer with a coy smirk and for a flash of a second, you could've sworn you saw Mark’s eyes briefly cast downwards to your lips before rocketing back up to meet yours. No, that can’t be possible. God, I’m losing it-- you think to yourself before the man in question interrupts your internal agonizing. “Oh, so you think I’m good enough to get the fellowship?” He inquires with a jesting tone, ducking his head to look up at you through his eyelashes, his vermillion eyes scrutinizing you through the varying shades of blond and brown.

You look at him incredulously and answer before thinking better of voicing your knee-jerk reaction, “Of course; I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” The realization of what you said hits you like a ton of bricks flying at you at Mach 1 as you see Mark’s cheeks flush. Again with the rosy cheeks? Did I make him uncomfortable? Was that too much? Shit, does he think I like him now? Fuck--

“Ah, well, I’ve got nothing to worry about then--if even you think I could do it.” Mark laughs and claps a hand on your shoulder, making you let out a huff and a chuckle in relief at his jovial tone, thinking you’ve narrowly escaped being found out.

“Alright, enough work talk--” Colin captures your attention after letting out a light chuckle and motions for you to pick up a card. “Your turn, Inspector Gadget.”

You lightly chortle before reaching over to pick a card up from the top of the pile of unused cards. “‘Do you think I’m a good kisser?’ Hana, I thought you said these were from the friendship pack???” The whole table bursts into laughter while Hana chokes out a confirmation that it is indeed from the friendship pack. “Alright, out with it, what are your verdicts?” you ask through an exasperated sigh.

“Honestly, I think you’d be a great kisser, remember when we visited Vanessa’s mom in Vegas and you somehow tied two cherry stems with your tongue? While drunk no less--” Hana interrupts herself with her own laughter as you choke on the water you’re drinking at the mention of that night.

“Fuck, I forgot about that!” you cough out. “If it means anything, I had to use my teeth for most of that--I was afraid I was going to swallow the things both times,” you confess with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I don’t know how good of an indicator that is; one of my exes also could tie a cherry stem with his tongue, but the first time we kissed he practically shoved his tongue down my throat.” Colin weighed in with a scoff before continuing, “What do you think Mark?”

Mark pauses for a moment and in that calm, you notice that he’s draped his arm over the seat cushion behind you. In an unexpected wave of wreckless confidence--at least, that’s what you’d call it--you decide to lean back into his arm, immediately relishing in how warm he is. He considers you for a moment, a surprised look on his face before answering, “Honestly I feel like you could go either way; either you’re a mind-numbingly great, or criminally terrible, no in-between” Hana and Colin break into a side-splitting laugh and you ask him to please explain what his reasoning is behind that answer. “You… you--” Mark interrupts his sentence with a breathy laugh, looking up and away from you before continuing. “Alright, look, you… have a lot of surprising things about you and they’re all, like extremes--”

“Yeah???” you interject, your face contorted into an incredulous smirk.

“Yes, let me finish--”

“Please do--”

“So, I think it would be one of those things that you’re, like, inexplicably good at for no fucking reason, or you’d exceed my expectations and be worse than I thought you’d be.” He finishes, barely able to hold back his chortles.

“And what exactly were your expectations?” you ask, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at the revelation that he’s thought about kissing you before. You try your best to stamp out those thoughts before your infuriatingly lovesick brain can indulge in them, thinking God, I’m hopeless. Mark pauses for a second, looking at you apprehensively. You can feel his arm shift on the cushion behind you as he agonizes about whether or not to tell you. “...Mark--”

“That you’d be kind of mid--” he admits with a grimace.

“WOW!” you exclaim, laughing like you just got the air punched out of you. “The amount of confidence you have in me is truly inspiring--is there anything you think I do well?”

“Piss me off--” The four of you lose your minds with laughter; you go to grip your leg to brace yourself against but accidentally slap your hand against Mark’s. The muscles in his leg tense and you freeze. You feel like you should--no, have to--move your hand but for whatever reason the signals your brain is sending to your arm are getting lost in transit, leaving your hand planted steadfastly on top of his quadricep. A spark of surprise flashes through his eyes for a moment before he moves his hand to grasp at yours, still resting on his leg. “You do that perfectly--”

“Fuck off,” you draw your hand out of his grasp, laughing to yourself and unable to look him in the eye.

☆☆☆

After your Portillos arrive you all dig in, opting to put your card game away in favor of watching a Seinfeld rerun while you all eat. Mark tries to focus on his hot dog to get the memory of how your hand felt on his leg out of his mind. I suppose that’s my fault for not noticing how close we were getting. Did they want that? Why did I want that?? Fuck, I hope I didn’t make them uncomfortable-- Mark takes a deep breath after swallowing a mouthful of hot dog to try to calm his racing thoughts. He feels a pair of eyes on him while he zones out watching the TV and turns his gaze in your direction. You stare back at him with an indiscernible expression before asking, “You okay?”

He smiles and nods, trying not to let his inner turmoil show, “Yeah, I’m good--just starting to get a little tired.” At least that much was true; the fatigue of the past couple weeks of preparation for his quals had decided to dump itself on him now that the adrenaline of the whole ordeal had dissipated. You hum and nod before patting him on the back, an alarmingly comforting gesture that Mark didn’t expect to appreciate as much as he did. The four of you continued to watch Seinfeld until he could feel his eyelids begin to droop. Shit, he thought, I can’t be this tired right now, I still need to get home-- His train of thought is interrupted when he feels you slump against his shoulder gently. He looks down at your now asleep form and huffs out a silent laugh, finding you asleep for a second time that week. He looks up to Colin and Hana, who both seem to be engrossed in the exploits of George and Jerry, before he decides to rest his eyes for a second as well, thinking there wasn’t any harm in taking a moment to rest for once. Mark nods off before he can hear Hana and Colin snicker to themselves.

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[gingerjunhan]

Ermm hai ^_^ it's 🧈 anon again!!

Every once in awhile I get in this gunil mood and I was wondering if I could get some general headcanons for gunil and Jun han with a reader that's kinda like Jesse Pinkman (minus the 💎 stuff iykyk), but like the reader wears baggy clothes, and is always laid back and cool?

I'm exploded 💥💥💥

☆彡 I’m also exploding rn honestly 💥 I hope you enjoy 🧈anon!

word count: 498 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: I bet you can’t guess! Yeah this isn’t proofread

Gunil would love your laid back side, but I can imagine the two of you butting heads a bit. Gunil strikes me as the type of person to have his whole day planned to a T (like a dad on a vacation lol). So while your “go with the flow” attitude can be nice in the way that you’re down to do whatever he suggests, it’s also bad because you’re down for anything.

“Hey, (Y/N), I was thinking that we could try that new restaurant that opened down the street tonight. Would you like to do that? Maybe we could make a date out of it?”

“Yeah, that sounds fun!”

“Oh wait- I completely forgot,” he quickly continues. “The guys asked if we wanted to go get dinner with them tonight. Do you have a preference?”

“No, you can choose.”

It’s not that you don’t care enough to make a decision, it’s just that you would be happy either way. Gunil knows this, but he just wants to make sure your voice and opinions are heard.

Another thing Gunil knows about you? Your love for baggy clothes. Because of this, he makes sure to buy his hoodies a little bigger, so when you steal them from him they fit to your liking. He never tells you that you’re the reason he buys big hoodies- he just tells you they’re, “more comfortable that way.” But when he comes home from work or the gym to find you snuggled up in one of his hoodies, he knows it’s a mission accomplished.

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Personally, I think coming home to a super laid back partner is Jun Han’s dream. Hyeongjun himself has admitted that he can be somewhat lazy, so I think y’all would get along fine. (Not that being laid back means you’re lazy. Y’all know what I mean lmao)

I can imagine him coming home from a long day of rehearsals, ready to flop down on the couch with you, and you’re already flopped down on the couch when he gets home. You would be down to do anything- even if it was nothing- as long as it made him happy.

The baggy clothes would get him too omg. He also dresses in pretty baggy clothes, so I think the two of you would share a wardrobe all the time! You would constantly be stealing each other’s hoodies and t-shirts.

“Jun!” You called from your closet. “Have you seen the new shirt I bought?” You’ve been rooting through your clothes for what feels like forever, and your new shirt is nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Hyeongjun appeared in the doorway. “Which new shirt? You got a few of them, didn’t you?”

You turned to him, hoping to have him aid in your search. However, once you saw him, your mystery was solved.

“That one!” You pointed at him dramatically. “I don’t mind if you wear my clothes, but c’mon! I just bought that yesterday.”

Hyeongjun laughed. “Sorry, I’ll go change.”

[breyito]

Raze your past, forge your future

TITLE: Raze your past, forge your future AUTHOR/ARTIST: @breyito (read also on AO3) SUMMARY: When Jason first got back to Gotham and put that bomb under the Batmobile, he didn't change his mind. WORD COUNT: 1,151 FANDOM: Batman - All Media Types | Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) | Red Hood: Lost Days | Batman (Comics) RELATIONSHIPS: Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd & Damian | WayneJason Todd & Bruce Wayne TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd Deserves Better, BAMF Jason Todd, Dead Joker RATING: Teen and up ADDITIONAL NOTES: Hello again! LONG time no see lmao New series, huge love for my favorite character lol Today I'm in a much better mood than usual, so you get some humor, some vengance and some fluff! (It's been such a long time since I've written fluff omg) Enjoy!

When Jason first got back to Gotham and put that bomb under the Batmobile, he came this close to changing his mind, to let all the effort he spent crawling under the chassis of that monster of a car go to waste. His fingers clenched and his fists shook and he almost threw the remote far away from him the minute he saw Batman emerging from the shadows. But, in the end, he didn't. And he thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t smashed that control to bits the moment he decided Bruce wasn’t dying tonight. 

Now, that was mainly because Joker was out of Arkham (again) and Batman and his new Robin were on the case (again). The new Dynamic Duo had just arrested him and locked him in the cage in the back of the car and...well, Jason was only human, but he recognized the signs of a heaven sent gift. He saw the perfect opportunity and took it. How could he possibly refuse this? Not only would the bomb get rid of that pest , it would also scare the cuckoo birdie to high heaven and it would drive Batman crazy . He would obsess over the bomb and how it bypassed his security, how he didn't notice anything amiss, how vulnerable his system was, how it could have ended his and his little cuckoo’s lives…but mostly, he would wonder, forever (or until Jason revealed himself) , who had done it.

He needed to create a quick distraction on their way out of the city. Jason knew the route they would take like the palm of his hand, so it wasn’t difficult to steal a bike and surpass them, to gather supplies. His info on the comings and goings of the city might not be up to par with the Bats, but he had done his homework and read up about it on his way here. And he knew exactly which happy trigger thugs were gonna help him kill the clown.

A couple of quick blown up Molotov cocktails in between those gang territories and the goons were going at it with gusto. Batman, being the meddling nosy bastard he is, had to leave the car to minimize loss of life. But he also left cuckoo-Robin behind. So Jason needed to up his game. He did this by throwing a Molotov filled with sand and dish soap directly at the Bat, so that it clung to whatever material the new uniforms were made of. 

Of course, Robin immediately jumped to his aid. The only reason he didn't barbecue the cuckoo bird too was that he wanted all the attention to be on the clown's death, and nothing else, the cuckoo-Robin was just so lucky tonight. . 

“One way ticket to Hell, coming right up.” As soon as the kid was out of range Jason activated the bomb. “Rest in pieces but never in peace.”

The Batmobile went flying sky high and the charred clown's body was expelled from the windows (as in, from several windows because the corpse was in several parts) to complete and utter silence. The whole city went deadly quiet for a whole minute. He could practically feel the disbelief everyone exuded when that fuckers head (green hair unmistakable) went thud-thud-roll until it stopped at Batman’s left boot. Not even in his dreams the outcome could have been better, it was like it had been rehearsed or some shit. 

Jason had to stay very still and very silent, swallowing up his laughter at the two heros’ faces. Then the ambulances came and the chaos re-started. Jason bolted from the apartment window he had been waiting on and onto his bike and lost himself in the crowd trying to flee the scene as to not be next (ah, gotta love the old Gotham’s instinct to go to ground and mind your own business when the Bat was on the scene and causing explosions) to one of his safe houses.

He had had four he was sure no one knew about, having set them up as an exercise in stealth and backup plans, and this was the nearest and most complete one. He plugged the ancient computer there and linked it to several proxy servers to make sure it couldn’t be traced back to this address (at least not that quickly). Reaching into his jacket, pulled several credit cards he had ‘liberated’ from assholes since he had landed in Gotham (it was instinct, alright? It’s not like any of them will actually miss the money that much) and he bought half a dozen suspicious plane tickets to several destinations for that night. Still, he cleaned up every trace of Bat related stuff in the apartment, leaving it looking like a normal space instead of a husk, just in case. By then, it was already mid morning, so he left for another one of his safe houses. He hunkered down there and sneaked his way out of Gotham into Bludhaven three days later. From there he took a train to New York, mingling with a bunch of college students. From New York he flew to England, on the periphery of a similar-looking family.  Once in England he slept for almost a day and then took another plane to Nepal and then, finally , managed to get to Nanda Parbat. And to Talia. 

Much to his surprise, he had managed to impress her. Ra's too, although the old goat wouldn’t admit it (still, Jason could feel the assessing looks the man threw his way; it always made the hair on his neck stand up). As a reward for killing Batman's ‘greatest enemy’ right under his nose and getting away with it, he got to choose his training and teachers within the League of Shadows and outside of it. 

But best of all, he got introduced to Damian and became an older brother. His murder tour went way better with a little brother to impress. He took more breaks to be able to play with his baby brother and teach him some things here and there.  Damian was an entitled little shit, but had a soft soul that he showed only to those he loved (and to animals, he just loved animals) and Jason quickly became one of those. He cherished the time spent with his new little family, and after every monstrous teacher he got rid of, he could rest and recover with them. 

Without the menacing shadow of his murderer closing in on him and the knowledge that even without his father’s love he still has worth, his time in the All-Caste was much more healing. His favorite memory turns out to be the first time he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night to Talia singing a lullaby in Arabic and Damian on his chest, hugging him with his stuffed lion in the middle.

Life was good.

END NOTES: (Turns out *not* having your murderer roam free can do wonders for your sleep and self-esteem. Even if you had to get rid of it yourself.) (He gets re-introduced to them as Damian’s brother and Constantine's student, when some magical emergency occurs and Damian is the only one in the family with a contact he can reach immediately. Damian, who had thought his introduction to the Wayne family at the hands of his brother had made things very clear -even if Jason had been wearing full tactical gear at the time, it was so obvious- in the ‘Jason is alive’ front gets a blast out of their reactions. Jason is less amused by the tears and all the holes poked into him; but gets over it when he gets to save the Dick, the Cuckoo and the Bat using his magic and his All-Blades. He basks in the knowledge that Bruce’s disdain for magic is also bullshit and he got to *prove it* to him.) (The bomb case goes unsolved for years. Jason never brought it up cause he thought they had put 2+2 together when they got the dates of his resurrection and his methods became a *discussion*; but the truth is it didn't even occur to them. It’s hilarious in a sad sort of way and Jason feels the title of ‘greatest detective’ should be revoked, honestly.)

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!

[playcraze]

I have lots of problems with the new episode, but I'm not gonna really get into them tonight since my mood was completely ruined by many things lol 🥲 so Imma just put up some pros and then maybe explain the cons in another post

This design is so silly. The lava lamp belly honestly worked better than whatever they were doing with Bumblebee

This image honestly has me cackling my ass off cus why did they approach each other like that 😭

Millie's design is so bonita I love her omg (she honestly deserves more screentime and I feel like she deserves better than the end of the episode which was HUMILIATING 🤦🤦🤦🤦🤦)

This guy. He's so scrungy willy and looks like he would enjoy some 2000s rock music (deserves better too)

Idgaf what Viv does, she can't ruin these two's dynamic by putting some pointless ass jealousy into the (still flawed due to writing but) one good relationship of the show 😒 they're one of my reasons I'm still holding on 😔

And THIS

"It's just my time of the month"

Mox is trans and no one can say otherwise

[fearsomeandwretched]

Mood. I went to Rep alone and then because I was alone one of the paramedics thought I was on drugs because of course if a teenager goes to a concert alone she must be on drugs???? Ma'am what happens here tonight is between me, Taylor Swift, and 60,000 strangers, I don't need a buddy system or an ecstacy tablet. 😭

Omg that's so bizarre 😭 I look young so I'm honestly glad that didn't happen to me. I feel like that's v odd reasoning on the paramedics' behalf like why would you be tripping balls as a minor and think hmm yeah I'm gonna pull up to a stadium tour. I think groups of teens would be a bigger red flag for drug use.

[aquadestinyswriting]

More Baldur's Gate 3 Stuff

Putting this whole thing under a cut because, potential spoilers.

So an update on the BG3 playthrough. I finally managed to get Astarion to not pout every time I stop to help someone, and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist the beard :p. Finally managed to nab him after I saved Halsin and ruined the goblins' day entirely. The night after the party ended was very pleasant, thank you (and omg, Larian 0-0. My biromantic greysexual ass was severely beat by that romance scene).

That's the only picture you're getting from that scene because it's the only reasonably sfw one I have and I was too caught up in the moment to screenshot much more.

I did find Karlach on my way to the goblin camp, and the look on Merri's face when I did... well I'll let the screenshot speak for itself

"I need you to lift me into those big burly arms to snuggle into your chest now please. No I don't mind being half burnt to death."

There was one very unexpected development though. Apparently Lae'zel also totally has the hots for this short, stout woman with, supposedly, too much facial hair. To the point where... y'know, this happens.

Again, Larian, my biromantic greysexual ass cannot take this! Once you get past the exterior though, Lae'zel's actually really quite sweet. She just needs someone to put her in her place occasionally, which Merri is quite happy to oblige to.

Also! Doggo!

Best boy in Video games, don't @ me.

When I finally got around to remembering to change Shadowheart's class to something that wasn't cleric and brought her into the party.... this happened

Girls! Girls! Get a room and then tell me where it is so I can join you later, k? We absolutely don't need the fellas ogling this. Oh, you're actually trying to kill each other? *sighs and almost literally knocks their heads together* Kiss and make up! Now!

On the plus side, the night after that, this happened

I think I made some of my neighbours think there was an alarm going off with the squee I let out the minute this cutscene happened. Butbut! Owlbear cub! He finally found his way to us! Now I get to give double the scritches!

Sadly, the following morning, this asshole showed up when we went to go and find the Githyanki creche for Lae'zel

What part of Lawful Good Cleric of Moradin have you been completely ignoring, my guy? (Let's agree to ignore that I'm getting into bed with and feeding a literal vampire, please) Get the fuck out of here before I learn how to Flamestrike your ass into oblivion three levels too early.

Bonus picture because this screenshot is a mood:

What the fuck, Astarion? You know animals are terrified of you. No you may not snack on the cute, fuzzy cub! Go back to bed! No! No blood for you tonight! Bad Vampire Spawn!

[dreamwritesimagines]

It’s CMA-

(Btw I’m still working on the reread but life stuff came up but I have a partially finished note on like chapters 7-9(?) LOL but I’m going to keep going dw)

Is tugging war the way they used to say tug of war, or was that a personal linguistic choice? It’s an interesting detail I never thought to consider

(side note kind of random but I always forget that bridgerton is British for some reason and I forget to read the characters’ voices in my head with accents (I’m American) I’m trying to do it now and it’s so weird how it changes things for some reason lmao- maybe just the added effort?)

Lmao at least clover recognizes that she’s not jealous of Margery’s lifestyle even if she doesn’t realize that it’s because she’s in love with Ben lol. It’s the little wins😂😂

I wonder if clover will still be possessive even when they’re in a real relationship

Damn clover is going to get plastered. Ooh is this instead of the Danbury lunch thing? Lol I wonder if she’s gone to one of those yet

I like that even though he was in a conversation with Margery in the beginning of her drinking, he still kept an eye on her and kept track of everything. Even if she was behaving recklessly, she was still safe with him.

I wonder if she got into any trouble at the party lol. If she was a giggly drunk I could see her being super popular, much more than her with the ton and she’s being hostile.

Trauma dumping when your inhibitions are lowered- what a mood lmao

Why does Ben smoke? To relax? Because that would be an interesting parallel between clover and Ben- both using drugs to try to relax and lower their inhibitions.

SCREAMING he called her my love😭😍 omgggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They’re so cute!! And it’s so tragic and sad but I’m glad that she’s doing better and that she recognizes that, even if she doesn’t see it as progress.

Man her hangover is going to be brutal. Also I wonder if she’ll remember trauma dumping/what happened tonight… I’m so nervous for them but so, so excited too!!!!!!!

I know I always say this but it keeps being true- I LOVE this chapter so much!!!!!!!!!

Hi loveee!

Omg I AM ALREADY SO EXCITED?! 😍😍

It was actually a personal linguistic choice! ❤️ I try not to use like...completely same terms for some things when there's an alternative because I think it helps with the setting of an earlier era ❤️

Lolll the accents 😂

Oh yeah, she has no idea why she doesn't "admire the idea" of being a widow anymore 😂 So much denial 😂

I do feel like she would be possessive to some degree but not like...over the top? She would be quite confident if they were in an actual relationship 😈

She is getting so so druuunk😏

I love that you noticed that yes! ❤️ He was keeping an eye on her even when he was talking to other people, he wants her to be safe especially now that they're in a different part of town 🥰

She does look like a giggly drunk, doesn't she? 😁 I think she was very friendly with other people at the party after she got drunk😁

I think Benedict smokes to relax yes! Oooh I haven't thought about that parallel before but I totally see it! 😱❤️

He called her his love 😏😍 And Clover did not even notice that! 😂

I'm so excited for the next chapter as well! I hope you like it! ❤️

Awww thank you so much darling! 😍❤️❤️

[aisclosed]

who’s got you in an angsty mood :( i will fight them for u. dont be sad, i give you hug 🫂🫂

also so truel!! aoty is on her way 😋😋 i love all of them too but im kinda obsessed with fate (jungwon’s vocals omg??) and chaconne too (defo not bc hoon likes it). i too will be freaking out on twitter tonight ☝🏻

thank u for the good luck, talk to u again soon hehe mwah <33

-🧸

ur so cute bae but no I have no reason I'm perfectly fine hehe I just love angst as a genre.

and yes like every song sounds so good I'll definitely be having it on repeat. Also rlly rlly looking forward to sacrifice . I wonder what bsides gonna be the promotional track. if we somehow run into eachother on twitter say hi hehe, I think it'll be obvious it's me.

talk to u soon teddy :( <333 MWAH!!

[millenniumcelebration]

@cajolions​ tagged me to list my top ten favorite characters! this was SO hard. when it comes to characters i change my mind constantly so this is not a hard and fast list. i am also very tired so this is borderline incoherent :)

kathryn janeway (star trek: voyager) when i say she’s my mom, i mean i discovered her at age twelve and voyager reruns raised me. she is not the best captain ever but she is strong and determined and smart and caring and i love her more than any other character. also i wouldn’t be who i am today without j/c :) dana scully (the x files) i am fifteen eps into an x files rewatch and falling in love all over again. she is SO exasperated constantly but she has so much love for mulder despite the fact that he makes her crazy. she’s also a smart badass scientist (do i have a type? yes) and she just means the world to me! she can do anything and didn’t deserve all the shit chr*s c*rter did to her!

jadzia dax (star trek: deep space nine) yes, again with the scientist women!!! plus finding out my favorite ds9 character was the center of the Gay Ep™ was absolutely life changing and. i just love her. she is so bright and funny and wonderful :)

cj cregg (the west wing) competent as hell, tall, takes no shit, but also is so full of love. whether she’s getting upset about injustice or just a turkey getting pardoned (or not), or balancing an egg on one end, or getting promoted to Chief Of Staff. i love her, i love her friendships with the senior staffers, and i want to be just like her one day (except minus d*nny bc what horrible taste! wtf!)

t’pol (star trek: enterprise) her GROWTH!! she goes from absolutely hating everyone on the enterprise to pretending she wouldn’t die for all of them. and yeah, we’re back to scientists again, what of it! she’s wonderful and makes me cry regularly and i think about azati prime (”i don’t want you to die!”) all the time, thank you. also? she’s genuinely hilarious but pretends she’s not and i love it

kim wexler (better call saul) i didn’t know who kim was a month ago and now she’s the love of my life. so it goes! she is so smart and driven and capable and i am fascinated by her relationship with morality. i cannot wait to see what she does next. sadly, she also has poor taste in men but i love her anyway :)

kira nerys (star trek: deep space nine) star trek really made her and tried to tell us she’s straight???? her???? anyway i love her. i love her sheer faith in the prophets (and sisko!), how she’s really not cut out for working on a starfleet station but makes it work anyway and grows into her new role, and how she has overcome so much but is still so kind. i also love to ardently ignore every awful bf they gave her!

luke skywalker (star wars) he just. he believes so fiercely. he believes in the force and his friends and even his father. he is so nice to droids and i think that’s wonderful. he’s also just the most powerful jedi ever (get fucked, yoda) and i think it’s neat that m*rk h*mill says he’s gay if i want him to be

ellie sattler (jurassic park) my wife!!!!!!!! she is so wonderful and brave and smart!! i love how she throws herself into helping with the dinosaurs, and is so awed by them, and gets shit done (thus i genuinely love jurassic park 3 even tho she’s barely in it). i also want to be her

romana (d*ct*r wh*) well THIS is embarrassing! but i guess when you think abt a character constantly ever since 2013 she’s gonna make the list! anyway, i love her and she’s the smartest person to ever be on the show. not that i’ve watched it, because i haven’t

as always alice is the only person i know on this hellsite these days but if anyone reads this and wants to also do it, go for it lol

[koulakoukoula2003]

hello, hope you're doing well and taking good care of yourself :) I just wanted you to know that I absolutely adore and worship the way you write Stepdad Erwin 🛐

And if you've got the time for this I have a request for Stepdad Erwin where the reader just had a terrible breakup, her and Erwin share a not so very innocent father and daughter bond which goes along the lines of passing flirtatious comments or stuff like that. And now that his sweet daughter is hurt and feels miserable Daddy Erwin decides to comfort her by fucking her real good ♡

If you're comfortable I'd love to see your approach towards this, thank you :)

OMG ANON TYSM YOURE SO SWEET 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 ofc ofc

Pairing: stepfather!Erwin x stepdaughter!reader

Genre: smutty smut, age gap (Erwin is 37, y/n is 20 lmao), stepdad x stepdaughter relationship TW: daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral f and m receiving, stepcest, dumbification dd/lg uh idk what else lol Taglist: @hopeless-daydream3r @syrma-sensei @nathalunalune @nighttimescribbles @dassmyname @slavanimesimp @shrekisshrimpthesimp @antoxsmith @killerbananas @macyomoiji @teri-yeager IT'S UNEDITED!!

"Honey, I'm going out with the girls, tonight, alright?"

Of course, there was never really a night when Erwin actually fell asleep with his wife beside him. She was always gone and it pissed him off at first, but lately, he had just stopped caring.

Erwin sighed and hung his coat by the coatstand. He had just gotten home after a long day at work and all he wanted to do was rest.

"Is y/n home yet?" Erwin asked. The only reason he hadn't divorced that woman was because of you. You had great potential and he had made sure you were studying in one of the best colleges in the country.

Having your mom marrying another man when you were just fifteen, you didn't really like it at first, but as the time passed, Erwin earned your respect, and eventually your affection. Now, you were twenty years old and you knew better than ever that the only reason you were studying in that college was because Erwin was there to provide for you.

If you were left with just your mom - hell you wouldn't be studying at all. Erwin supported you and when he was in a good mood - he spoiled you, funding your shopping sprees, your outings with your friends, your vacations. It wasn't such a big deal. His purse was always full since he owned a company and fuck you'd be a liar if you said you've never thought about him in the loneliest nights.

Maybe he had picked up on your sounds, coming from your room, late in the night, touching yourself to the very thought of him. He had watched you once. You little minx - you had left your door half-open so that he would see you.

The way you moaned his name when you came all over your fingers - he would never forget it. You slutty little thing.

Of course, his wife was clueless. She was never really home.

"Oh yes," She said. "Just came home from college. Her boyfriend broke up with her so she's a bit of a mess. Just leave her alone for a while." She pecked Erwin's lips before walking out the door. "Bye, honey!"

Erwin frowned. He'd known you had a boyfriend. It had pissed him off as well, but he couldn't really stop you. You'd both known that the awkward looks, the flirtatious conversations, the lusty nights - you both knew that this was wrong. You were his stepdaughter and he was your stepfather. You both had to get it together and never indulge in this.

So, you tried to run from it. You got a boyfriend and he focused on his job. But Erwin was angry anyway.

No man should be allowed to hurt his little girl.

Erwin ignored his wife's instructions, and he headed straight for your room. Your door was closed but he could hear silent little sobs coming from you.

"Y/n?"

You sniffled and wiped your cheeks. "Not now, daddy."

He sighed. His pretty baby was a mess. He walked in anyway and gently approached you. You were lying on your bed, your back facing the door. He walked around to sit by the edge of the bed, facing you. You buried your face in your pillow and a small sob escaped you again.

"Aw, my sweet baby." He caught your chin, urging you to pull your face from your pillow so that he could look at your teary eyes and damp cheeks. You were so fucking beautiful when you cried.

He wrapped his arms around you and he picked you up like you weighed nothing, settling you on his lap. Your knees pressed on the bed on his sides and you sniffled again, wiping the pretty tears off your cheeks with your palm while he tucked your hair behind your ear. Ruined mascara stained your cheeks and he licked his thumb, swiping it away.

"What's his name? Tell daddy and he'll take care of it."

"No! Daddy, it's alright, I'm..." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grasping onto his half-open white shirt. "...I'm alright... s' glad you're here..." you buried your face in his neck, drawing in his scent mixed with his expensive cologne. His fingers buried within your hair, petting your head as if you were some beautiful little pet.

"You poor thing. Your first heartbreak. Must be so devastated."

"I am, daddy."

"That's alright, little girl..." he pulled back to look at you, cupping your pretty face "...will you let daddy make you feel better?"

You nodded frantically before he leaned in caught your pretty lips in his own. You sighed contently in the kiss and parted your lips allowing entrance to your mouth. He kissed you soft and sweet letting him taste you and you buried your fingers in his hair. His arms were around you, sneaking beneath your tank top to touch your waist, your hips, your belly, your breasts.

He let go of your lips, pressing soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, your chest, your shoulder. He pulled your tank top over your head, revealing your pretty body beneath. Your hips were already thrusting against his crotch. He grabbed your hips, keeping you in place.

"Not yet, baby girl." He planted a bite at the crook of your neck and you gasped, throwing your head back for him.

"Please... please, daddy, I need you... been wanting you for so long..."

"I know, sweetheart, I know..." he unclasped your bra, letting your pretty breasts loose, pulled a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, watching your shake and shiver while you struggled to take off his shirt. "No." He caught your hands, and trapped them both behind you, at the small of your back with just one of his own. You tried to free them, but he was just too strong "the only one naked in here, will be you, baby girl."'

You whined. "That's unfair!"

He chuckled and finally pulled from her breasts to look up at that cute little pout that spread on your lips. "Do you think that it wasn't unfair of you to be a slutty little thing, touching herself in the nights, moaning my name so damn loud? It was intentional, wasn't it? Leaving your door open... pretty baby, all spread out for daddy to watch."

"No! Daddy, I- I didn't mean to-"

"Ssshh, it's alright, my pretty angel, just let daddy make you feel good, alright?"

You nodded sheepishly. He helped you take off your shorts and your panties, now completely naked, settling back down on your bed, parting your pretty legs for him and fuck your cunt looked fucking divine. Better than what he had imagined.

He stood up of the bed and grabbed your legs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. He knelt down and buried his face between your legs. He closed his lips around your clit, giving it a strong suck and making your head roll back to the mattress. Your hands balled into fists around the sheets of your bed while he eased a thick finger inside your warm, wet walls.

He licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, gathering your sweet arousal on his tongue. He curled his finger inside your cunt, searching for that sensitive spot that he'd use for the rest of the night to coax however many orgasms he wanted out of you.

You let a particularly high-pitched moan when he found it and he smiled devilishly. He pressed his tongue on your twitching clit while he looked up at you. How you had thrown your head back. Beautiful body arched and delicious breasts peaked in attention. And then there were those sounds - those delicious sounds that he had heard before but he had tried so hard to hold himself back.

It was so fucking wrong to do this with his stepdaughter. You were but a little girl in his eyes - a twenty year old inexperienced little princess that he was going to corrupt and turn into a mindless slut who was only made to provide holes for daddy.

"Shit..." Erwin growled sucking harder on your clit and gently easing another finger inside your spasming hole that was now dripping. The second finger came in without any resistance. His cock was forming a tent beneath his pants and if you didn't cum now, he'd skip the prep and just fuck you right then and there.

He licked your juices and he nudged your sweet spot with every rough thrust his fingers made inside you. The sounds were obsecene. Your wet cunt was almost as loud as your moans and whimpers and gasps that turned to tiny little screams as he brought you closer and closer.

"Right there, daddy! Right there, I'm gonna cum!"

He smacked your thigh, leaving an imprint of his hand there, hard enough to make you cry out from the sudden pain that travelled straight to your cunt.

"Cum, baby, be a good girl and cum on daddy's tongue."

You screamed. Your back made an unnatural arch and your legs shook around his head. He pressed a hand to your belly, to keep you pinned on the bed while he fucked his fingers into you, overstimulating you through your orgasm till you were scream and pretty tears were running down your cheeks.

"No! Daddy! S' too much, too much... too much- Ah!"

He slapped your clit roughly a couple of times knocking another orgasm out of you in a row. You could barely breathe. It was too much, you wept, but he let you ride it out, planting kisses on your thighs, while you twitched and trembled and you finally calmed down.

"What a good girl..." he planted a gentle bite on your thigh "...my good, pretty girl... you did so well for me."

He took off his belt and hovered on top of you, sinking his limbs all around you on the bed while he kissed away your tears and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your fingers in his hair. You caught his lips again, devouring his mouth, trying to get sly and unbutton his shirt while you kept him distracted with your lips.

He pulled back from the kiss and he wrapped your arms, tearing them away from his shirt and pinning them on the bed above your head. You giggled at that look of irritation on his face.

Maybe if you riled him up he'd fuck you hard. That's exactly what you wanted and he was going to give it to you.

"Don't be a bad girl, y/n." He warned. "You don't want to know what happens to bad girls."

"I want to touch you!"

He clicked his tongue. "Not today, babygirl." He caught his belt that he had set aside. "Hands up."

You pouted but still did as asked, letting him fasten his belt around your wrists and after he made sure you'd keep them there, he got up, and grabbed your bound wrists with one arm, dragging you off the bed and on your knees right in front of him.

Your parted your lips like a good girl, sticking your tongue out, waiting for him to stick his cock inside your awaiting mouth. Your mouth watered at the sight of it. Big and beautiful cock, long and girthy, one large vein protruding along the length. Fuck, this man was perfect.

He pressed the leaky tip to your tongue, letting you taste his salty precum before he caught your head and gently thrust his cock inside you mouth. He buried his fingers in your hair and he fucked your mouth. He grunted as the wet warmth of your mouth enveloped his cock. Spit ran down your chin and leaked on the floor, making a mess on his black shoes.

He brought you close enough, burying himself down your throat, making you gag and bury your nose in his underbelly. He grunted before finally releasing you and picking you up, literally throwing you on the bed as if you weighed nothing.

You wrapped your legs around his waist while he positioned himself on your entrance before he thrust in. Your mouth parted in a silent scream and your body arched. You threw your head back while he buried his face in your neck, beginning to lick and kiss and bite.

"Fuck... you're so big, daddy... s' deep..."

"You feel amazing, sweetheart." He caught your lips in his own, settling deep inside you all the way for a moment like he kissed you sweet before he pulled back and settled on his knees.

He settled your legs on his shoulders and he started thrusting.

With a few slow thrust and his thumb on your clit, those pretty moans started to slip from your lips. His cock nudged your spot and you cried out. He groaned as you clenched around him. Your wetness was making a mess on your bed.

But that was alright, daddy would just buy a new set.

His fat cock stretched you over and over, reaching the deepest parts. He groaned. "You're squeezing me so hard, sweetheart..." he leaned down, grabbing your tied hands and forcing them above your head while he pulled out and thrust back in harder this time, knocking you forward. A delicious cry escaping your pretty mouth "...no boy has fucked this cunt the way it deserves to be fucked, hmm?"

"Y- Yes! D- Daddy, please... s' good, fuck..." there was no way you could form a coherent sentence right now.

"It's alright, baby. You're mine now," he buried his face back in your neck, biting down harshly enough to leave a mark. You gasped. He picked up the pace, bullying your spot with his cock. His balls slapped against your ass, heavy and full. He groaned. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum around daddy's cock? Hmm?"

"Fuck, daddy, yes! Yes, please, please... m' so close, s' fuckin' close please..."

His hand snuck between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tense circles whilst he fucked you hard, hitting your cervix and you were a gone.

Your screamed, gushing all over his pumping cock. Your body arched and shook beneath him and he groaned because you squeezed him so fucking tight, he nearly came inside you. He pulled out, cumming all over your heaving stomach.

He let you both to take a moment to catch your breath. He cleaned you up before tucking you to sleep, kissing away your tear-stained cheeks and cupping your face.

"I don't want any other man laying hands on you. Is that understood?"

"Y- Yes, daddy!"

He pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl."

[yanderememes]

which of the yandere jojos will be affected by a darling's tears? like, they wont lock darling in the basement if the darling is crying too much about it, or something? Which of the yandere's will be unaffected by darling's tears? hell, will any of the yandere's actually LIKE making their darling cry?

hope you have a great day :)

OMG I LOVE THIS Ask! 😭❤️

Crying is apart of the darling lifestyle 😂

Thanks for the ask! I had a lot of fun writing this and it's under the cut. Hopefully it's not too short. I did this on mobile so idk how the length is for each jojo but I tried to keep it fair 😊

Jonathan

Affected by darling's tears

He would feel terrible

He didn't mean to make darling cry! A gentleman never makes anyone cry!

Jonathan would apologize profusely and try anything and everything to make it up to darling

He'd start off by hugging them in his bear hug

Jonathan isn't the type of yandere to punish his darling, so he'd give them a bit more freedom to make it up to them for making them cry. Like allowing them to go out (but only under the condition that he's out with them and with little to no convos with others)

"I can't believe what I've just done. I have no right to call myself a gentleman. I should go, but... I still love you a lot, y/n."

Joseph

Affected by darling's tears

He might not seem the type, but he does care and would be affected

He just wants to have fun with darling, not have them sad and cry

He'd try to cheer you up by being more goofy and comedic than usual. Try and get you to laugh

When that doesn't work, he'll cave and give you more freedom. Not as restrictive as Jonathan, it's the closest thing to freedom you've experienced thus far with Joseph

But if you use this chance to escape then he won't give a rats ass if you cry. He wants to see you suffer after you manipulated him

"tsk tsk. Nice try, y/n. You actually almost got me there. But now I'm actually really pissed. I'm gonna make you cry for weeks"

Jotaro

Not affected by darling's tears

Darling is feeling sad and crying? For what? Jotaro will wonder

He will understand if he physically hurt them like punching or kicking them for being disobedient

But if darling is crying because of emotional pain, then you've lost him

Jotaro ignores you for the rest of thr day until you stopped crying

He doesn't know how to comfort people when crying, let alone with darling

Jotaro may not be affected by darling's tears but that doesn't mean he likes seeing you cry. He loves you after all so he does want you to stop

"dry up your tears quickly. It makes you look ugly."

Josuke

Both not affected and affected by darling's tears

With Josuke, it really depends on what mood he's in

If he's angry then he won't care. Darling can cry all they want. He's justified in his reasoning (even though he's delusional)

If he's fine, then he will care and try to comfort darling. He'll shower you in more affection than he usually does (which is 1000x at this point)

If josuke is in a good mood then he MIGHT not lock darling up.

"don't cry, y/n! I know! Let's go out on a date! You can also sleep with me tonight. You don't have to sleep in the cold basement, that's what you wanted right?"

But if he's angry, then no tears will work on him. For example, he might be angry because you tried to leave him. Which leads him to punishing you and you start crying. At that point, he likes you crying cuz then you'll understand his pain

"why are you crying, huh?! This is what you deserve!"

Giorno

Affected by darling's tears

Giorno is the reason for your tears but he's also the one who dries them off

It hurts to see you cry. He never wants to see his precious darling unhappy. He wants them to smile all the time

But he's nothing without his resolve. Giorno wouldn't lighten your punishment or give you more freedom outside the villa. Cuz he still thinks he's right to keep you here

Instead, he'll keep you company. He'll work from home for a few days until you've calmed down. If you cry in your room, he'll work in your shared together right across the bed to always check in on you.

He'll give you a strong but gentle hug to comfort you

Will have your favourite dish prepared to make it up to you and speak to you in a very soft manner

"come here, cara. It's alright. Shh, no more tears, tesoro. I hate seeing you cry."

Jolyne

Affected by darling's tears

Jolyne will think that your crying is a sign of dissatisfaction with your relationship with her

It freaks her out and gives her anxiety.

She takes this as a form of rejection and she somehow messed it up.

Or rather, YOU don't love her

She'll beg you to stop crying and make several failed attempts to get you to stop

From trying to be funny, apologizing profusely, hugging you tightly, and giving you gifts and kisses

If you don't stop crying then Jolyne will be on the verge of tears herself

She'll go to pleading puppy dog eyes to playing victim and blaming darling if the crying persists

"hey, y/n. Please, please stop crying. I don't know what to do! I'm trying so hard but you just won't cooperate. If you love me back then you won't have to cry again!

Johnny

Not affected by darling's tears

Johnny just doesn't understand where you're crying. It doesn't make sense to him

Johnny is a bit of a sadist yandere so he likes seeing darling cry

In fact, out of all darlings among Jojos, Johnny's darling is the one who cries the most alongside Jotaro's darling

So this is a typical day for him.

*rolls his eyes*, they're crying AGAIN?

He thinks it's cute and makes them appear helpless. Kinda a power thing for him given his physical condition

Will tease darling and won't really comfort them

"aw, come on, darling. Dry those tears off. Are you upset cuz I forgot your birthday?"

But if you keep crying and he's done teasing, he might get pissed. Like he's done with this charade

"hey! How much longer do you plan on crying? I never took you for a crybaby."

[omgwhatiscishet]

Omg tonight I had a dream of the gray ball himself!

Except that my brain decided that it worked like Undertale? Like, Y/N had reset powers that were tied to them being distressed or hurt?

And like my dream consisted of 4 resets.

So Y/N was vibing and about to have a movie night with Lucy. EXCEPT since my sister has the same name my brain decided that they were the same fucking fucking person ? And since my 1rst sister was there my brain decided to also bring my other sister? So yeah, Y/N was essentially having a movie night with my sisters.

I'm not sure if it was my Y/N Anh or the character Y/N, I don't remember.

But so, as they were about to watch a movie, the girls went to search for snacks and Lucy said a joke about a murder sneaking into their house? Cuz I guess they were about to watch a movie about that? And the joke was something about how they wouldn't come back with the snacks because they would be killed, as a joke you know?

But wouldn't you know it, it's exactly what happens! Peter kills them without Y/N noticing and then enters the living room with his bloody knife.

And that's at that point that all resets start up.

1rst reset, Y/N is complying with Peter because they are so fucking scared.

Peter just calls them darling like he didn't just killed the girls and proposes that they watch the movie together instead. And Y/N says yes to wait for an opportunity to try to fight him or something.

Peter sat on the couch and talked to Y/N as they were searching for the dvd, telling them how much he loves him, the usual you know?

And as they found it, they decided to try to attack Peter with the dvd? Obviously it doesn't work and he overpowers them, and thus Y/N resets cuz they were too scared that Peter would kill them for trying to fight back.

2nd reset is super short.

Y/N grabbes a knife of his own, no idea where they found it, and try to fight Peter as he enters the living room. It obviously doesn't work out once again and thus reset.

3rd reset is a blur for me, but I remember that Y/N tried to comply again until an other opportunity to fight back but that it also didn't work out.

4th reset, the longest one.

That's the only time where I was in the dream, I remember being an entity that just existed without body, which mood, and just suggesting that Y/N tried to stay compliant since it was the only option to not reset again but they ignored me. And poof, that was the only importance I had in the dream!

So, like I said, Y/N ignored me and decided to yank the knife out of Peter's hand as he entered instead.

But before he could react, they said "hey darling, you didn't have to do that, I would have ditched them for you, you know?" and Peter was SO happy.

So they go to Peter's house for some reason? And Peter tells them that he loved them for so long and just knew they would reciprocate, etc. Y/N is understandably scared and tells him that it's not healthy love.

Then Peter starts crying, and not like crying to manipulate them into feeling sorry, sincere sobbing.

He tells them that he knows everything about them and that the two of them are perfect for each other BECAUSE THEY LITTERALLY MADE FOR EACH OTHER.

Y/N is confused and, as Peter shows them that he redecorated so they could feel at home, asks him to explain what he means.

So Peter explains that his mother created the both of them and created Peter in particular so that he could be the perfect boyfriend for them. But that his mother is evil and hates him so she specifically created the world so that they could never be together.

Y/N is moved by this information, hugs him and promises that they would end up together no matter what his mother did to prevent that.

AND THEN I WOKE UP

[spencstan]

Six of Crows re-read

(i also did this for the shadow and bone trilogy so read that if you want to)

spoiler alert obiously

i'm SO EXCITED FOR THIS this is my comfort book (with crooked kingdom of course)

JOOST HI

oo fun fact this was my first grishaverse book and i read it with no context whatsoever except that the mc is an emo boy and morally grey

so IMAGINE my pure confusion when JOOST appeared

i was like ?????? weird take on morally grey character but ok

joost trying to figure out how to flirt with a girl is a mood

anyone wanna teach us how to???

i kinda wanna skip this part so i can see the crows..

but i won't don't worry

(won't I?

"I think Yuri may be quarantined"

aaaand?

so are we you are not special

i feel like it's very important for me to mention that i read this book in spanish first

and then i got into the fandom and i was like who the fuck is the wraith? i only know El Espectro

Heartender who??? ooo you mean Cardio

Tidemakers? nope, i only know Maremotores

for real i was so confused i had to re-read it in english (not that i mind tho)

say whatever you want about the spanish version but we have to agree that this design is pretty af

another one yay: "Retvenko was a Squaller" vs. "Retvenk era un Impulsor"

(should i also say that in my pfd english version the book is 294 pages long and in my pdf spanish version its 532????) (i think it's because in the english one the speces are way less like the lines are so close together wtf

i've decided that i'm bored so i'll be skiping this chapter

anya is super badass tho

skdgfalsdgfliaysvfascvhjl yesssssss inej

Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAZ

INEJ

I MISSED THEM

omg now i can picture amita and freddy SDJGKASKGLASG THIS IS AMAZING

we interrupt our regularly scheduled program to watch the shadow and bone trailer once again to hear freddy's beautiful voice

ok moving on!

now hear me out i'm giving you all permission to make fun of kaz for this one: Dirtyhands = Manos Sucias

hello i am Kaz Manos Sucias. nice to meet you!

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAA

JESPER FAHEY

JESPER LOVE HI

SJDGHFKAHSGDLAJSDFSJ,AHFLHDSGF

I MISSED HIM OMG

OMG NOW I CAN PICTURE HIM AS KIT

can you tell jesper is one of my favourite characters?

i really love the fact that kaz is pissed about the murder of that ambassador ONLY because he can´t figure out how it happen

he´s such a nerd

i can't believe one of the firts things we hear jesper say is threathen to kill someone by writing "forgive me" with bullets

AND HE CALLS HIS GUNS "BABIES" OMG

picture saying hi baby and wylan thinkin he's talking to him but actually jesper's talking to one of his guns

Jesper rolled his eyes. "It's about sending a message. What's the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?."

"Compromise," Kaz said. "I'm sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."

ooo thank god we have kaz to come up with creative solutions /j /s

honestly i love how they talk about kaz's cane like it's the scariest weapon ever (which it kind of is)

nothing will ever disappoint me more than finding out that in english their gang name is "the Dregs". like i don't even know for sure what that means

in spanish is "Los Indeseables" (the undesirables?) which sounds a lot more badass

no hate tho i like the dregs

but i was confused af bc i expected it to be sometihng like "the undesirables" or"the unwanted" or whatever

and it said "the dregs"

which in the translator means something like shit or something

anways moving on:

If he'd (kaz) ever been a little boy

i love how lowkey all the crows think he was just born exactly like he is now

imagine a baby kaz all dressed in black and threatening people

cute

"No mourners," Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty

"No funerals," the rest of the Dregs murmured in reply. Among them, it passed for "good luck".

YES

YESSS

i wonder what wylan's doing right now :))

i can't wait for the next book where he has a pov

the first time i read this book i literally looked at the title of every chapter to see if he ever got one (i was disappointed to say the least :((((

Besides, she was the Wraith - the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

ma'am

marry me please

i'm gonna cry so hard once the show is out and we get to see inej omg

me simp

That Kaz had chosen Jesper to be one of his seconds was no surprise. Twitchy as Jepser was, with or without his revolvers, he was at his best in a fight, and she knew he'd do anything for Kaz.

idk why but i just love it every time kaz implies or shows that he cares or trusts jesper

it makes me soft

But every one of Inej's senses told her that was not how this was going to play out. Her father would have said the shadows were about their business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

underrated saying from Inej's father right there

"I'm a business man," he told her."No more, no less"

"You're a thief, Kaz."

"Isn't that what I just said?"

i-

i see no lies here

not to be annoying but i hc jesper as adhd (i mean is pretty much as canon as wylan's dyslexia) so i'm gonna write here every time i see evidence :)

jesper with adhd part 1: impulsivity

Jesper snorted. "Stomach, spine. What's next, spleen?"

"Shut it" Oomen snarled. The rules of parley dictated that only the lieutenants could speak once negotiations had begun. Jesper mouthed "sorry" and elaboratedly pantomimed locking his lips shut.

he know he couldn't speak but couldn't stop himself from making a comment (i relate way too much to that lmao)

hoestly poor jesper he had to watch hid friend get shot and kaz do nothing about it

i would've been mad too

"I like it when men beg," she said. "But this isn't the time for it"

KAHGFAHLGSFGASFLGSAFS

this is one of the best quotes in the book by far

YASSS KAZ POV

Kaz could have tol Jesper that he knew he wasn't dirty, reminded him that he'd trusted him eough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight.

cute

but kaz is petty af

he didn't even have a reason not to tell jesper that!

i love that kaz knows inej is following him but doesn't say anything because he wants to wait until she's ready

i LOVE the scene where kaz in in the van eck mantion /srs

idk why but it's so good

And, of course, there was the mystery of Van Eck's son.

wonder what that could be!!! /s

He grinned at her (...)

"Hmm." she said noncommittally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin.

KANEJ YESS

HE'S BASICALLY SHOWERING IN FRONT OF HER OMG

this is so funny poor inej is getting flustered

"And I'll need Wylan waiting at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

YES WYLAN OMG

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder

happens to the best of us :/

"Please, my darling Inej. treasure of my heart won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?"

if kaz doesn't say this on the show we riot

agreed?

it's so amazing how nina found a way to use her powers to get money instead of having to like steal and murder like the rest in the gang

NINA'S POV YESSS HIII

nina and inej omg

their friendship is just perfect

POOR MATTHIAS HE HAS TO FIGHT THE WOLVES

i would straight up cry

Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her

i'm gonna cry damn it

this is the enemies-to-lovers we all needed

jesper has adhd part 2:

"Jesper was supposed to wait until three bells." said the pale boy

"It is three bells, Kaz." replied a small girl (...)

"Since when is Jesper punctual?" the boy complained with a glance at his watch

the time blindness come one

(btw i love the fact that kaz plans around jesper's time blindness instead of like threatening him to be on time)

i really love how every one feels the need to take the time to say/think that the masks are ugly

its so unnecessary lmao

yessss inej is a badass that kills monster we stan

and matthias is lowkey impressed lmao

as he should

"Thank you, Jesper," said Nina

"You're very welcome, gorgeous. See, Kaz? That's how the civilised folk do"

THESE TWO OMG

JESPER IS THE LOML

INEJ OMG LOOK:

She stepped aside as if she's known he was coming, languidly hooking her heel behind his ankle. Matthias let out a loud grunt as he landed on the stones

(...) "Clumsy, this one," the bronze girl said impassively.

i-

that's what happen when you underestimate her bitch

AAAAAAA

PEOPLE

PEOPLE

TIME TO FREAK OUT

WYLAN IS HERE

AND HE'S DOODLING STOP IT'S SO CUTE

ok jesper has adhd part 3 i think:

"Just how crazy is he?" asked Jesper, fingers drumming on the pearl handles of his revolvers.

ok first of all: stimming

second of all: hyperactivity

i rest my case

ok 2 or 3 things here

"I believe you know Nina," Brekker continued. "The lovely girl freeing you is Inej. (...) and this is Wylan, the best demolitions expert in the Barrel"

"Raske is better," Inej said

The boy looked up, ruddy gold hair flopping in his eyes, and spoke for the first time. "He's not better. He's reckless"

"He knows his trade"

"So do I"

ok 1: kaz calling inej lovely omg kanej

2: YES WYLAN STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF

2.5: kaz calling him the best cute af

3: honestly why do people think wylan is like an innocent soft boy or whatever. he's in a room full of murderers and thieves and the first thing he does is correct them and stand up for himself

like i wish i could do that

i would be crying like a bitch

AAAAAAAA

"Meet Wylan Van Eck"

KHDSGFALSGFIASGFAL

HI WYLAN BABY

YESSS JESPER'S POV NOW

I'M SO HAPPY also look at this it's the first thing in his pov

Jesper stared at Wylan

do i sense some wesper?????

ok everyone is being so mean to him right now

they are aclling him useless and an idiot and other shit

poor boy honestly he had to deal with this + taking part of a heist he is definetly not ready for + he has to hide the fact that he can't write or read

it so distrubing that kaz is literally the nicest one to wylan right now

"See that? Hidden depths." (...)"He's good enough at demo, and he's got a fine hand for sketching, thanks to all those pricey tutors."

(...)

"There you have it," Kaz said to Jesper. "Marketable skills. Wylan is watching you, Helvar"

GET READY

ARE Y'ALL READY?

OK THEN:

"Scheming face," Jesper whispered to Inej.

She nodded. "Definetly."

THEIR FRIENDSHIP OMG

AND THIS QUOTE

I NEED IT ON THE SHOW THEY BETTER GIVE IT TO US

"Who's Mark" damn wylan (but pretty good comeback to jesper tho)

"What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?

"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.

"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.

"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.

"You're all horrible," said Matthias.

tag yourself i'm jesper

KJSFGAL kaz just told wylan to tell him everything he know about his dad's company

and he said he doesn't know and kaz was like "and you never looked trough his documents????

AND THEN HE GOT SAD AND SAID HE HADN'T (and kaz believed him this is sad)

AND NOW JESPER CALLED HIIM USELESS

ok you know i love you jes but if you keep this up

idk i can't do anything you're a sharpshooter

but stiiiiiil

LMAO MATTHIAS ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT KAZ

nice try

demjin

*insert spongebob voice* demjin

WE'RE GONNA TAKE A MOMENT NOW TO APPRECIATE INEJ GAHFA

BECAUSE KAZ DOESN'T

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

*ugly crying*

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

*uglier crying*

TANTE HELLEN IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

SOMEONE PLEASE STAB HER FOR ME

jesper has adhd part ?? (i have dyscalculia you can't expect me to remember the number):

That sound - the swift, shocking report of gunfire - called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.

do i really need to explain this?

ok just in case.. an adhd brain doesn't actually have a deficit of attention(the name just sucks) it's problem with controling that attention. the brain is always looking for new sources of dopamine which is why it shifts its focus so much

i love that jes thinks of matthias as "tha giant"

like sir

have you seen yourself?

you're tall af

HE GOT SHOT

WHY DID I FORGET JESPER GETS SHOT IN THE LEG HERE

"Close your eyes!"

"You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan"

"Just do it!"

i love the energy BUT NOW IT'S NOT THE TIME JES

YESS WYLAN SHOW THEM THEY WERE WRONG CALLING YOU USELESS

inej just stabed some guy int the d

good for her!

KAZ YESSSS HI

AWWW SHE'S WORRIED HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS CANE

KANEJ FOR LIFE

oh no wylan got shot too???? (just barely but stilllll por baby)

my Wraith omggg

ok 3 things about this:

Without another word, he tipped Oomen into the sea.

"No!" Wylan shouted, leaning over the railing, his face pale, stunned eyes tracking Oomen in the waves. (...)

Jesper set his hand on Wylan's shoulder. "Let it go."

"It's not right-"

"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake."Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blook and a knife up his sleeve"

1. wesper yasssss

2. wylan just argued with a mant hat had just tacken the eye out of someone. he literally called him out for being an asshole. like damn wylan is brave af i love him

3. do you think seeing kaz trow the guy out of the boat reminded wylan of when the same thing happened to him???? this makes me sad

he's brave and a good person and i just-

"Man with a knife, remember?" he said over his shoulder.

"Man with a gun!" Jesper called after him

this had no right being so funny

AND THEN KAZ GAVE HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER STOP I CAN'T

nina is the biggest kanej shiper no one can tell me i'm wrong

unrelated but if jesper had gone to the Little Palace and had studied there with nina they 100% would've had a crush on Zoya and bonded over it

like you can't tell me those two bisexual disaster wouldn't be absolutely in love with Zoya

jesper has adhd part ??:

Jesper scrubbed the back of his neck, touched his hands to his gunds, returned to his neck. He always seemed to be in motions

hyperactivity right there

and restlessness

"Do you know the best way to find Grisha who don't want to be found?" (...)

"Seems to be if they don't want to be found, you should just let them be" (jesper says this)

this conversation must be so stressful to him omg

LMAO JESPER CUT MATTHIAS HAIR THIS IS SO FUNNY

AND HE SHAVED HIM

ok you all know i love all of them but they can be sooo stupid

like wylan wrote no names on the drawing and he's excuse is that he doesn't know fjerdan?

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN TRUE he literally said he learned school fjerdan which means he should know how to write it too (we know why he can't but the tohers don't)

and even then like the excuse doesn't make any sense. why would having the original name be usefull if no one can fucking read it????

the worst part tho? NO ONE QUESTIONED HIM

THEY WERE LIKE "yup makes sense" AND WENT ON WITH THEIR DAY

i wondered how they didn't figure wylan's secret sooner but now i now

it's because theya re idiots

"I'm just doing my job. Stop glaring at me"

wylan baby let's not make the gigant mad

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. "Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost."

Brekker's lips quirked. "I'll just hire Matthias ghost to kick your ghost's ass."

"My ghost won't associate with your ghost," Matthias said primply, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

i had to put this here i don't want to get murdered by the fandom

jesper, inej and nina have the BEST friendship

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE JES AND INEJ TOGETHER ON NETFLIX

"I know some people don't understand, but Kaz told me ... he said it was my choice, that he wouldn't be the one to mark me again."

i love this because it happen when they had just met

he did it because he understands her trauma and he respects her not because he loves her (i doubt he did at the time)

Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. (...)

"Just learn to take a compliment. Kaz doesn't hand them out often."

I'M SO PROUD OF WYLAN

and yess kaz only compliments wylan (and inej but that's sarcastic so it doesn't count) because he's a proud dad

"And you don't belong here, either."

"I beg your pardon, merchiling?"

"We don't need a sharpshooter for Kaz's plan, so what's your job - other than stalking around making everyone angsty?"

He shrugged. "Kaz trusts me."

Wylan snorted and picked up his pen. "Sure about that?"

DAMN WYLAN DESTROYED HIM

also

"If you aren't born with every advantage, you learn to take your chances."

"I wasn't-" Wylan left off and set down his pen. (...)

aww cute neurodivergent boyfriends bonding

Wylan had turned back to his work, his disappointment obvious. For some reason, Jesper felt disappointed, too.

ajgflasjgfjagslfiuusgflgdfsgdflasdgfsd

wesper

aww jes checks on inej every morning and every night i love him

"Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt."

Nina blushed deeply. "I was teasing, Inej"

LJFGALKGFALGA another cute friendship right there

(and i can see why people ship them romantically)

STOP INEJ AND JES ARE BONDING SO MUCH (page 127 so i can go back and read it lmao)

Van Eck writes to Wylan every week, and Wylan doesn't even open the letters

"They just said the same thing again and again: If you're reading this, the you know how much I wish to have you home. Or I pray that you read these words and think of all you've left behind."

should i kill him? anyone want to join me?

Inej bumped her shoulder against his."Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid." (...)

"You're too good for him, you know?"

"I know. So are you"

jes and her bonding over their stupid crush on a white boy

Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.

jfsfdajdhmgkfutdjrgsg ok i can't blame them for having a crush on him anymore

this chapter is full of kanej i love it

"What do you want, then"

You, Inej. You forever.

jksdgfoagsdfgsdgfklasgdflaghsldfgksdgfkahgsdfghjlkf

kaz's backstory makes me sad

"When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm," said Kaz. (...)

"I´m gonna pay someone to burn my kruge for me."

Kaz fell into step beside him. "Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what big players do."

"You know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone ...". Their voices trailed off as they tomped ahead, and Matthias and the others followed.

JES AND KAZ HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS

i can't believe we get to see nina and matthias meet and their whole backstory in less than a month omg

"It's not natural for women to fight."

"It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand."

QUEEN

YOU TELL HIM

oh no the dead grisha

this part breaks my heart every time

"Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?"

.....i'm just gonna leave this quote right here

anyways acab

stop nina tried to kill the survivor so they wouldn't suffer but she couldn't do it

and jesper did it for her without hesitation i wanna cry

and inej didn't want to do it either i want to hug them

"Because our crime is existing. Our crime is what we are"

..........

i'm gonna leave this here again

do with it what you will

"Don't mock what you don't understand."

"My mockery offends you? My people would welcome you laughter in place of this barbarity"

i- this conversation is so important

AAAAA JES AND WY ARE A GREAT TEAM I LOVE THEM

WYLAN TROWS BOMBS TOGIVE JESPER TIME TO GET READY TO SHOOT

INEJ AND KAZ ARE A GREAT TEAM TOO

THEY LITERALLY DID THE SCENE LIKE IN THE AVENGERS (but without the shield WHICH MAKES IT BETTER)

Jesper shouldered his rifle. "Wylan earned his keep."

Wylan gave a little jump at the sound of his name. "I did?"

YES BABY YOU DID GREAT

kaz getting self-conscious for his hair is pure comedy

but nina how can you say that have you see his hair on the show???? it's perfect

"Remeber our friend Mark?"

HELP I CAN'T

"Any other impossible feats you'd like us to accomplish?"

The bearest smile flikered over Kaz's lips. "I'll make you a list."

once again jesper and kaz being besties

unrelated but nikolai and jesper would love each other

the amount of sass they have between them it's unparalleled

"Mmm," Inej murmured, taking a sip from her mug. "Maybe you're just not enough."

DAMN

ma'am marry me please

kaz fainted damn poor boy

unrelated unce again but this is so much betetr than shadow and bone

like you can tell leigh improved so much

her characters are better and their arcs are better developed

the writing itself it's better

or maybe i'm just biased because i love soc so much but i think she definetly improved

INEJ IS TRYING TO GIVE HIM SPACE EVEN WHEN SHE'S TRAPPED AND LOCKED ON THE WAGON

I JUST - THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO MUCH

Though he'd trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with his shame.

Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. "The trick is not getting knocked down," he'd told her with a laugh. "No, Kaz," she's said, "the trick is in getting back up"

inej is smart af

Kaz was usually unshakeable during a job, but now he was on edge, and Jesper didn't know why. Part of him wanted to ask, though he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farmboy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that he knew deep down meant nothing - when kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He's finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stich of clothing, and he'd been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

ok i got a couple of things to say about this part

first of all it makes me so sad that jes cares so much for someone who dosn't deserve him. because no hate to kaz but they would never work as a couple and kaz already treats him like shit most of the time

i think this part shows who a lot about who jesper really is. a boy that grew up having to hide parts of himself, who thinks he's worth nothing but it's smart and capable, who's loyal and brave and caring but doesn't even know it himself. he's someone who feels he doesn't deserve good things and thinks he's not good enough, and that's why he unds up in all the wrong places with the wrong people. he left uni bc he fell in with the gangs, because he didn't think he was smart enough or even prepared to be in studying in the university. jesper is constantly hiding behind a mask or running from things because he's scared of not being enough

an kaz is everything jes in a way wishes he could be. kaz is secure in himself (at least on the outside), he's stable, he's smart, he's "unshakeable". and most of all, he doesn't care about others (we know that's not true but that's how he presents himself)

and that's the thing that causes jesper all his problems. because he's insecure because he thinks he's not good enough for the poeple or things he cares about. and he's always trying to do what's best for his loved ones: he went to the ice court to pay his debt for his father, he follows kaz everywhere beacause he cares about him, he offered to read to wylan (knowing it wouldn't be easy for him to be still that long).

and yeah it often doesn't work out becuase he's messy and he has problems but he tries. and he hates that. he hates that he cares so much about people because at the end of the day, that's what makes him feel like he's not good enough

one more thing and i'm done i promise

unpopular opinion but i love that leigh made jesper have a crush on kaz. 1 beacuse it's refreshing to see someone not get otgether with his first crush. and 2 because i love that it shows that we sometimes get attached to people that are not good for us, but that we can learn to move on. jesper ended with wylan who respects him and values him, unlike kaz

ok i'm sorry that was probably all bs

oo one more thing, jesper definetly has rsd (rejection sensitive disphoria), which is something most poeple with adhd have

"My father used to take me everywhere with him"

this is so sad. bc they probably had a good relationship when he was little. and then they figured he coudln't read and now his father treats him like shit

it's even worse than if he haf been horrible from the beginning because wylan knows he can be a good father. and so he thinks it's his fault and he deserves to be treated like that. i hate van eck

"You're cuter when you're smart"

(...)

"Definitely cuter when you're smart"

wesper yesssss

i love them so much

ok but why do people think jesper is stupid. like the boy just made a bunch of criminals pass out by mixing some chemicals

and he was going to the university at like 15

AAAAND NOW THEY KNOW HE'S A FABRIKATOR

amazing plot twist

also:

Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun that annoying him, but it was a close call.

oooo come on jesper we all know you just love getitng him to blush

and you love him

who said that? definitely not me, nope

awwww jesper misses being around animals that's cute

imagine him coming home to wylan one day with a puppy because he just couldn't resist

cute

Better terrible truths than kind lies

just leaving here more of inej's wisdom

ok this may be a reach but jesper has adhd part ???

Yellow Protocol? Red Protocol? He couldn't remember which was which. (...)

"The alarm was Yellow Protocol, a sector disturbance."

Jesper pushed at his temples. "I don't remember what that means"

a bad working memory? sounds familiar

kaz loves puzzles

it's canon

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

this part where wylan and jesper see the banner made with grisha's kefta kills me every time

I would have worn purple, Jesper thought, if I'd joined the Second Army. (...) He'd beenwilling, even eager to risk capture and execution as a thief and hired gun. Why was it worse to think about being hunted as a Grisha?

this makes me want to cry so much

another thing super sad: the fact that since his father is Kaelish and had some supersititons towards grisha, jesper grew up wondering if his own father was scared of him. he had to hide his powers and he was almost taught to be afraid of them

"Is it safe to leave them, you know-"

"Alive? I'm not big on killing unconscious men."

"We could wake them up"

WYLAN

NO

damn the boy needs therapy

it's amazing how nothing went like they planned

not a single thing

PEOPLE GET READY

ARE YOU READY?

NEITHER AM I BUT WHO CARES

"What do you like?"

"Music. Numbers. Equations. They are not like words. They...they don't get mixed up."

ok dude the clues are right there he's basically saying it

"If only you could talk to girls in equations."

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?"

Jesper restrained a grin. "No. Not just girls." It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.

wylan really said a straight man?? couldn't be me

this is the definition of bi panic "jesper restrained a grin" bitch we saw that

btw i love the slow burn

like they hint something here but they don't actually start liking each other until much later and they don't get together until almost the end of ck

i also love that the fact that they both like guys is like out in the open now. bc i'm not a fan of when queer characters have a crush and there's the whole thing of "are they queer too or not?"

like they both know htey are queer. but they don't get together right away bc they have to start liking each other before. they don't get together bc they are the only queer mlm characters

matthias fake betrayal killed me

i tought it was real

I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept fom this oath.

this is just-

also foreshadowing?

YAYY KUWEI HI

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

She's laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

if i ever have a s/o and they don't tell me this at least once i don't want it

He needed to tell her... what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himslef together into some smeblance of a man for her

THIS

THIS IS LOVE RIGHT THERE

they are the only straight couple that matters

everyone else go home

Wylan had scratches all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming. Inej grabbed his hands and sqeezed.

so cute omg

"You can explain why our illustrious Shu scientist looks like one of Wylan's school pals along the way"

KAZ

i mean it's true but you didn't have to say it

KAZ IS SMILING OMG

EVERYONE FREAK OUT WITH ME

HE'S "grinning like and idiot" STOP I LOVE HIM

"We are all someone's mosnter, Nina"

"I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all"

this part breaks my heart and i love it

"Stay," she oanted. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Stay till the end"

"And after," he said. "And always."

i just- helnik is perfect

AWWW JESPER MISSES WYLAN

my daily dosis of wesper :)

ok but in like 2 pages jesper tought of wylan like 10 times bc he's sad wy isn't with him

Jesper scanned the empty deck. He's assumed Wylan would come up to see them off. (...)

Jesper knew he was being selfish and stupid, but some petty part of him wondered if Wylan had deliberately kept away from him on the journey back. Maybe now that the job was complete and he was on his way to his share of the haul, Wylan was done slumming with criminals.

*charles boyle's insinuating voice* and why do you care so much???

btw YOU ARE WRONG. HE'S LITERALLY GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO BE WITH YOU EVEN THOUGH HE CAN'T SPEAK

this scene where we find out the truth about wylan hurts so much but it's one of my favourites idk why

I LOVE THAT EVERYONE IS AS MAD AS I AM ABOUT THE LETTERS NOW

"Your're a fool," Jesper snarled. "He smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you."

YES TELL HIM

the fact that wylan just heard him say that omg

"Deserved" amended Van Eck. He blew the whislte twice.

SOMEONE BETTER GRAB ME BEFORE I KILL HIM MYSLEF

THAT IDIOT

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

I'M GONNA CRY CAN SOMEONE KILL HIM FOR ME

Jesper screamed in rage and raised his guns.

YES EXACLTY WHAT I MEANT

JUST KILL HIM RIGHT NOW

"I'm not big on bludding, am I Inej?"

"Not as a rule"

Van Eck's lip curled. "And why is that?"

"Because he'd rather cheat," said the boy who was not Kuwei Yul-Bo in perfect, unaccented Kerch.

THIS WAS PERFECT

THE BEST WAY TO REVEAL THAT

(...), and Jesper flinched

baby he recognized wylan's voice

The Shu boy held out a hand. "Pay up, Kaz"

BITCH THIS IS AMAZING

THIS BOY MADE A BET WITH A CRIMINAL THAT HIS OWN FATHER WAS GOING TO TRY TO KILL HIM

AND HE WON THE BET

A nearly perfect replica of Kuwei Yul-Bo stood before them, but he had Wylan's voice, his mannerisms, and - though Kaz could see the fear and hurt in his golden eyes - Wylan's surprising courage, too.

i love it when they compliment him

my boy deserves all the compliments ever

AND KAZ IS PROUD OF HIS SON WE ALL KNOW THIS

Wylan cuold draw a perfectt elevation. He's made a drill that could cut throu Grisha glass from parts of a gate and scavenged bits of jewellery. So what if he couldn't read

this is taking me to some real places

i may cry you've been warned

WYLAN DIDN'T CARE THAT HE MAY BE STUCKED LOOKING LIKE KUWEI

this is making me cry

"A fool would have been waiting to be smashed to bits on that ship. And as for "traitor", you've called me worse in the last few minutes alone."

EXACTLY

YOU TELL HIM WYLAN

Instead, in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.

BABY

i would've done the same tho she's pretty

amita is sooo pretty i'm gonna die when the show comes out

Jesper was staring at Wylan, his eyes roving over the black hair, the golden eyes. "Why?" he said at last. "Why would you do this?"

nothing to say here except: wesper

You... how many times was it you standing beside me on the deck at night when I tought it was Kuwei?"

"Every time."

i want to cry so bad

"Why does it matter?"

"I don't know!" Jesper said angrily. "Maybe I liked your stupid face."

a very staright and platonic thing to say of course

i know jes we all liked his stupid face

"Jesper made a mistake," said Wylan. "A stupid mistake, but he didn't set out to betray anyone."

YES WYLAN DEFEND YOUR BOYFRIEND

And maybe he'd kept him in the dark about Wyllan because he wanted to punish him a little

even kaz know they like each other come on

Jesper sat with elbows on knees, head in hands. Wylan deside him wearing th face of a stranger.

wylan give him a hug fro me please

he needs it

"Scheming face," murmured Jesper.

"Definitely," agreed Wylan.

i miss inej already

And I'm going to get my girl. Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he´d promised her so long ago.

i'm ugly crying and so what?

and now we're done....

i want to read this book again omg this is unhealthy