#so all the buttons do as they're labelled...

[bookwyrminspiration]

i finally downloaded a spanish keyboard so I can type accents instead of copying and pasting them from other sites! I can do á and é and í and ñ with just the tap of a button now!

however. it does also mean that now like 15% of my keyboard does not correlate with what the buttons are labelled. i don{t know where the apostrophe is anymore and I can{t find the semi'colon! oh shit wait there's the apostrophe I think! that's the dash button but that's alright- oh shit! found the dash! it's the question mark button. ; OH! there{s the semi-colon! it{s the less than symbol! and the greater than is the colon :

hang on going through my buttons real quick in real time. " okay my at symbol is now quotations. # $ % & hmm my arrow is an ampersand now / and that was my ampersand button. ( ) = ? oh fuck the ( button types ) that's gonna fuck me up. ¡¿ exist now so that{s cool. *+{-:.._--/*-. so I appear to have lost (?) the greater than and less that signs. which is annoying because I like using them for arrows. and my upwards arrow and my at symbol. but I don't plan to use this always, just for when I need to type accents, so I'll take it!

[kjzx]

Nothing makes me click out of a website faster than a lack of a "reject all non essential cookies" button

[yuvany]

HEART SHAPED EYES

꒰ 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 when they're caught admiring you ꒱

OT7 ENHYPEN x f ! reader CONTENT / WARNING(S) fluff WORD COUNT : 976 CHECK BOX !!

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

"You look like a fool, Heeseung." His friend, Riki commented with a cackle and cheeky grin. "You don't get it, you're too young." Heeseung snaps back, his eyes still trailing your figure as you walk around the library with your friends whilst looking at books, giggling amongst yourselves. "If you really love her, just go and confess." Heeseung shakes his head with a click of his tounge. "I can't." "Then don't stare at her like you two are already together." Riki rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers in his face to wake his friend from his trance that you had unintentionally set him under. "I'm not staring!" He calls out, a bit too loud, accidentally making you and your friends' heads turn to him.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

He had stayed behind after their training session to 'catch-up' on his own. The others believed him and told him goodnight before heading to their own rooms. Jay hums to himself and groove along to the songs he had been singing. Jay takes a deep breath and picks up his phone to send you a message. As he clicks the send button, he sprung up and throws his phone onto the bags for a cushioned landing before running around the studio. After calming down, he sits in front of the mirror and looks at himself before talking with himself. "y/n, you are so pretty and funny-" before he manages to finish, he hears the door creak open and Jake walks inside with a stunned face. "I heard that." "No you didn't." Jake then bursts out laughing.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

He had created a playlist just for you, though it was more like a playlist inspired or meant for you since he never had the courage to confess his feeling. The playlist was labelled with your initial and a heart, and set on private so that no one, absolutely no one, would figure out his little secret. Jake had been playing the same playlist for what seemed to be over a week by now, but he could never get tired of it. One day though, he shared his airpod with Sunghoon. "This song is nice. What is it called?" He asked, and Jake carelessly handed his phone over to Sunghoon who looked at the screen, his eyes noticing the title of the playlist. "Am I seeing this correct?" Jake starts getting sweaty and gulps. "What?" "The name of the playlist is very...how do I say this." Jake snatches his phone back, cutting him off.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

You had tagged along for their photoshoot to help when needed. It all seemed to go smoothly, everyone knowing what to do and the day's schedule. You had gone onto your phone, trying to find something to entertain you when Sunghoon walks up to you. He clears his throat nervously. You look up and raise an eyebrow. "Hey y/n." Sunghoon stands there awkwardly with his hands on the sides of his body. "Hi Hoon. Need something?" You ask. "Could you help me with this tie, please." He says and hands you a navy and white striped tie. "Of course." You smile, and stand up from your seat. As you tie it around his neck, his eyes are glued to your face and slowly trail down to your lips. Of course Jake had to bump into his shoulder just then and give him a smirk.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Everyone was gathered behind the scene, you as their special guest and vip to be able to support them from behind the stage. Everyone poses at the sound of their manager counting down and then the camera snaps. The two youngest run over and inspect the photo closely before calling the rest over as well. You take a quick glance at it and approve of it. "Could you send it to me later, please?" You ask, and they nod. You then take a look at the time and say farewell because you need to be part of the crowd, and they let you go after handshakes and hugs. "Sunoo, look here." Riki taps Sunoo on the shoulder and points to him in the photo where he is looking at something. "What is it?" Sunoo asks, and Jungwon who at first was confused finally seemed to connect the dots and balled up in laughter. Riki's pointer travles to where Sunoo's eyes are, and they led to you.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢��

"You're doing it again." Sunoo sighs from beside him. Jungwon looks at him puzzled and then turn around again, trying to remember what he was doing. "Doing what?" He asks. Sunoo diverts his eyes over to you before looking at him again. When Jungwon doesn't get it, Sunoo repeats it again, but a lot faster and aggrevated. Sunoo sighs before leaning over to whisper to Jungwon, "You've been staring at her for a while. Again." When Sunoo parts he sees that Jungwon's eyes have been connected with you again. "So?" He asks. "So...it's creepy." Sunoo wrinkles his forehead in confusion and looks inbetween you and Jungwon before groaning and giving up.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

When rehearsing, Riki finds himself turing to you for feedback and opinions even though he is a lot more of an exppert when it comes to dancing than you. "It literally looks perfect, not sure what input I should make?" You comment, shifting your weight from one leg to another as you speak with him, your eyes shifting around the room's ceiling. "Really? Thanks." He says and spins around, letting you be for a while. As he is faced away from you, he has a grin on his face. The rest of his group members stare at him with wide eyes as they look around to see if anyone else was seeing what they were seeing. "What?" Riki hisses after noticing. "You're lovetsruck and it shows bro."

[luveline]

hi, i have a request for hotch if that's okay with you :)

when they're on the jet, yn is smiling a lot at her phone so the team starts to tease her because the think that she has a mysterious boyfriend. and she does, but he's sitting right next to her and he's also wondering who's making her smile like that since it's clearly not him

tysm!

Hotch is trying hard to award you your privacy, but your smile makes it difficult. You're actually squared away from him despite sitting in the seat beside him of your own free will, your phone to your chest, a huge smile curved across your cute mouth. 'Cute mouth', Hotch thinks to himself with derision. He's thoroughly whipped for you. It might not work out. 

You've been secretive and strange on your phone for an hour now. With nothing left to do but wait for the jet to touch down, you can watch whatever or text whenever you want. Hotch just wishes it wasn't so distracting. Who are you texting? He feels ill. 

"Who's that?" 

The dam finally breaks. As soon as Morgan asks, Emily pipes up, "Yeah, who is it?" as Rossi laughs and declares, "I know that look. Young Y/N's in love." 

You side eye Hotch. "Workplace harassment," you say. 

"Who is it?" Hotch asks. 

You gawp but laugh at his unprofessional questioning, pressing your phone screen tight to your chest. "Hotch, it's–" 

"Your not-so-secret boyfriend? Come on, we all know you have one," Morgan says. 

"I know you know, you're like sharks," you say, giving them all a great long look. 

For weeks now, you've glowed. This overzealous smiling and laughing is the straw that breaks the camel's back. Your nosy coworkers can't hold back their curiosity any longer. Hotch was stupid enough to think that your secretive dates and nights spent curled in on one another might be the reason behind your new hopped up sprightliness, but apparently not. 

"So you admit it!" Emily cheers. 

"Maybe. But it's not what's happening on my phone." 

"Well, what is it?" Spencer asks. 

They've leaned in on you, a circle of eager faces. Your sudden decision to admit you —maybe— have a boyfriend is as much as anyone's gotten out of you in weeks. If anyone could tease the truth from you, of course it's Hotch, and so the team looks to their leader pleadingly. 

He's not sure he wants to know. "They won't leave you alone otherwise," he says, hoping that his expression shows his leniency. Your secrets are your own if you want to keep them. 

You smile at him. Again, he thinks you have a cute mouth, and that he's biassed but you definitely smile sweeter at him than anyone else. You and Hotch know something the others don't, amusement like light behind your irises. "I'll show you," you say smugly, "and only you, Hotch." 

"Typical," Morgan murmurs, sitting back on the couch. 

Hotch clenches his sweaty palms beneath the table. "Alright." 

You lean in against his shoulder. Your phone turns on, and he's taking deep breaths as you click to your photo app, and then an album labelled with a simple, '<3'. 

It's photos of him. Most he knows you took, sitting across from you in dark restaurants or kneeling in your apartment putting together a new set of drawers. Your giggles begin in earnest as you swipe through them to a more recent photograph. You couldn't have taken it more than a week ago, when he'd stayed the night with you by accident, too tired to leave. His face is slack in sleep. He realises it's a video when you click a button and the sound of crinkling fabric plays from your speaker. In the video, you unbutton the tight collar of his shirt, stroking his neck briefly with a loving knuckle. The video moves down to frame his arm, his hand clinging to your other one like a sucker. 

Hotch looks up from the video and blinks at you. Your hand on his sleeping neck, the sound of your tired laughter —he can't not smile. "Oh. That's…"

"What did you show him?" Morgan asks, his voice coloured with both amusement and frustration. The team echo his question.

"I can't kiss and tell," you say, still tucked up by his side. 

"I think it's best if you don't, L/N," Hotch agrees. 

He'd lose all credibility. 

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

predictions now that the trailer is out:

the intro makes it look like they go back to sonic's old cave for something. i wonder what it is

they jump out of a plane too. we NEED a "no food or movies" quip

when shadow says "you're a colorful bunch" he seems... confused? like he's not sure what's going on. makes me remember he probably hasnt seen another mobian before AND he has no context as to who these people who look like him are

sonic's getting lied to about what happened on the ark, or just straight-up not told until late in the movie

and dont worry guys we know they're pulling SOMETHING. we see a shot of shadow and gerald over maria's body while soldiers point guns at them so yeah i think the us military still killed her

the chao garden in tokyo seems like a cute ref to there being an actual irl chao garden in japan in sonic x

tom and/or maddie knocked out of commission, which causes sonic to go against GUN and get robotnik. in all the scenes with robotnik/stone there's NO implication that GUN let sonic do this and considering the robotnik family history with the ark....

iirc we saw "i found you faker" on a leaked merch package so let's get that entire scene pls

ivo "because i'm one of the idiots who lives in it" robotnik

as i said in another post, they have jessica mcfucking jones in this movie and her character got ZERO screentime in the trailer and only ONE promo image with her in it. which implies she may be doing something spoilery. like idk being an undercover nocturnal flying mammal

in relation: shadow's either working with GUN traitors or the "gerald" figure. we see missiles heading for team sonic's meeting with the commander, so it's not GUN sending the missiles and robotnik's out of commission soooo where else would shadow get those bombs

shadow: it's just me and my very real and alive grandpa gerald against the world

the totally real and alive grandpa gerald: hey grandson ivo push this button labelled "eclipse cannon" it'll be really funny i promise

also guys he's not robotnik's dad instead of grandpa in this. he calls him "pop pop" that's something people call their grandpas

IF gerald is alive and not an illusion/ai/whatever he's been alone for 50 years and is gonna be sooo sane about it. but we DO know there's a 50yr timeskip considering the last credits scene so it'd be very strange for him to uhhh still be kickin

that quill is becoming metal sonic and the midcredits scene will be a sonic heroes bit

[ghstyles]

Date Night | FWFW Extra

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Harry stood in front of his closet, staring at the extensive collection of designer clothes with uncharacteristic indecision. Around him, discarded options littered the floor, shirts deemed too casual, too formal, too "celebrity Harry" rather than "just Harry."

"Fuck," he muttered, running a hand through his hair for perhaps the twentieth time that hour.

He'd performed for stadiums filled with screaming fans. He'd accepted Grammy awards on international television. He'd faced down music industry executives and his own mother's cutting disapproval. None of it had made his palms sweat like this—the prospect of taking his own wife on their first proper date. 

Well, technically ex-wife but harry didn't care for such specifications 

His phone buzzed with a text from Jeff:

Remember you have that call with the label tomorrow at 11. Also, TMZ keeps asking about the divorce rumors. What do you want me to tell them?

Harry texted back quickly:

Tell them I'm busy taking my wife on a date. Call can wait.

He tossed the phone aside and finally settled on dark jeans and a simple button-down shirt—casual but intentional. No loud patterns or statement pieces. Nothing that screamed "pop star." Tonight wasn't about Harry Styles the celebrity; it was about Harry, the man trying to properly court the woman he'd married for all the wrong reasons and fallen in love with despite himself.

Meanwhile, in the guest house where she'd been staying since their return from her hometown, Y/N faced similar wardrobe anxieties.

"This is ridiculous," she told her reflection as she tried on a third outfit. "We were married. We've seen each other at our absolute worst."

Yet here she was, fussing over her appearance like a teenager before prom. There was something both absurd and precious about the reversed timeline of their relationship—marriage first, dating later.

She finally settled on a simple, elegant dress that made her feel confident without trying too hard. As she finished applying a touch of lip gloss, her phone chimed with Harry's text:

Ready whenever you are. No rush.

Y/N smiled at the polite formality. It was strange seeing Harry so nervous, so careful with her. The arrogant superstar who'd stormed into her life with his sharp tongue and sharper contracts had vanished, replaced by a man who asked permission before he touched her and texted to make sure she was comfortable with their plans.

When she stepped out of the guest house, she found him waiting by his least ostentatious car (which was still ridiculously expensive, but at least it wasn't the flashy sports car he usually drove). He'd brought flowers, not an elaborate arrangement from some exclusive florist, but wildflowers that looked like he'd actually picked them himself.

"Hi," he said, suddenly shy in a way that made her heart twist. "You look beautiful."

Y/N accepted the flowers, noting the small scratches on his hands that confirmed her suspicion about their origin. "Did you actually pick these yourself?"

A flush crept up Harry's neck. "There's a field behind the north property line. I remembered you saying once that you hated how florist arrangements always looked too perfect, too arranged."

The fact that he'd remembered such a casual comment, something she'd probably mentioned months ago in passing, made her breath catch.

"Thank you," she said softly. "They're perfect."

An awkward silence fell between them. The strange tension of two people who had shared everything from bitter arguments to passionate sex to vulnerable confessions, but had never done this: a simple, intentional date.

"So," Harry cleared his throat. "I thought we could go to this little place in Hampstead. It's not fancy, but they make incredible pasta, and the owner keeps the paparazzi away."

Y/N nodded, trying not to laugh at how endearingly uncomfortable he looked.Harry Styles, fumbling through first-date small talk with his own wife.

"Pasta sounds perfect," she assured him. "Lead the way."

The restaurant was indeed small and unassuming, tucked away on a quiet street where London's wealthy residents preferred privacy to flash. The owner, a robust Italian man with a magnificent mustache, greeted Harry like an old friend and led them to a secluded corner table illuminated by soft candlelight.

"Your usual table, Mr. Harry," he announced with a flourish. "And this must be the beautiful wife we have heard so much about!"

Harry shot the man a warning look that made Y/N raise an eyebrow.

"How often do you come here?" she asked once they were seated.

Harry shrugged, studying the menu with unnecessary intensity. "Just occasionally. When I need to think."

"And you've talked about me to the owner?"

Harry's eyes flicked up to meet hers, then back to the menu. "I might have mentioned you once or twice."

The casual admission shouldn't have affected her as much as it did—the idea of Harry sitting alone in this quiet restaurant, talking about her to a sympathetic restaurateur while their marriage was falling apart.

The waiter brought wine, and Harry waited for her approval before pouring, another small gesture that spoke volumes about his determination to do things differently this time.

"This is weird, isn't it?" Y/N finally said, breaking the tension with a small laugh. "Us, on a first date, after everything."

Relief flooded Harry's face at her acknowledgement. "Completely weird. I feel like I'm sixteen again, trying not to say anything stupid."

"You say stupid things all the time," Y/N teased. "Never stopped you before."

Harry grinned, some of his natural confidence returning. "True. But now I care if you think I'm an idiot."

"I already know you're an idiot," she countered, but there was no malice in her tone, only gentle teasing. "An idiot who picked wildflowers and got scratched up in the process."

Harry glanced down at his hands and shrugged. "Worth it for the look on your face."

The initial awkwardness began to dissolve as they ordered food and slipped into easier conversation. They carefully avoided discussing the divorce papers, his mother, or any of the painful chapters of their recent past, focusing instead on lighter topics—childhood memories, music Harry was working on, books Y/N had been reading in the guest house.

"So what now?" Y/N asked as they shared a tiramisu for dessert. "With the... legal situation, I mean."

Harry set down his fork, expression serious. "My lawyers are working on contesting the divorce filing. They're confident they can make a case for invalidating the papers based on how they were obtained."

He hesitated, then added: "But ultimately, it's up to you, Y/N. If you want out, I won't force you to stay married to me, no matter how much I want this to work."

Y/N considered his words, appreciating the care he was taking to give her agency in this decision.

"I don't want out. If they can be contested, great. If not, so be it. Doesn't matter" she said finally. "I just want us to do it right this time. No contracts, no arrangements. Just... us."

Harry reached across the table, his hand open in silent invitation. Y/N placed her hand in his, feeling the calluses on his fingertips from years of playing guitar.

"Just us," he agreed softly. "Starting right now."

After dinner, they walked through a small public garden nearby, closed to visitors but accessible through a side gate that Harry apparently had permission to use. Under a canopy of fairy lights strung through trees, they strolled in comfortable silence, hands occasionally brushing but not quite holding.

"This reminds me of the woods back home," Y/N said, looking up at the illuminated branches. "Less wild, but still magical."

Harry smiled, watching her face tilt toward the lights. "I come here sometimes to write. It's one of the few places in London where I can actually hear myself think."

"And what are you thinking now?" Y/N asked, turning to face him.

Harry considered the question seriously, his green eyes reflecting pinpoints of light from above.

"I'm thinking that I've performed in front of millions of people, but I've never been more nervous than I am right now, trying to impress you."

The honesty in his voice made Y/N's pulse quicken.

"You don't need to impress me, Harry," she said softly. "I already know who you are—the good and the bad."

"And you're still here," he noted, a question hiding in the statement.

Y/N nodded, taking a step closer to him beneath the canopy of lights. "I'm still here."

Harry's hand came up to cup her cheek, his touch gentle, questioning. "Can I kiss you? Properly, this time?"

The request, so careful, so different from the demanding Harry she'd first married, made Y/N smile.

"You've kissed me hundreds of times," she reminded him.

His thumb brushed her lower lip, his eyes intent on hers. "Not like this. Not as a beginning."

Understanding the significance he was placing on this moment, Y/N nodded. Harry leaned in slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away. When their lips finally met, it was gentle, almost tentative, nothing like the passionate or angry kisses they'd shared before.

This kiss held a question and a promise: Can we start again? Can we build something real from the ruins of what we were?

When they separated, Harry rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed as if memorizing the moment.

"Was that okay?" he whispered.

Y/N laughed softly, threading her fingers through his hair. "For a world-famous heartthrob, you're surprisingly insecure about your kissing abilities."

Harry opened his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "Only with you. Only because it matters."

The drive back to Harry's estate, though he still thought of it primarily as theirs, was quiet, a comfortable silence replacing the nervous tension of earlier.

When they reached the circular driveway, Harry walked her to the guest house door, maintaining the first-date protocol despite the absurdity of the situation.

"So," he said, hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her. "Would it be too forward to ask for a second date?"

Y/N pretended to consider this, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know. I usually make men wait three days before I agree to see them again."

Harry grinned, playing along. "I could wait three days. Or minutes. Your choice."

Y/N laughed, the sound carrying through the quiet night air. "Tomorrow," she decided. "Let's not waste any more time."

Harry's smile softened into something more serious, more vulnerable. "No more wasted time," he agreed quietly.

He leaned in for one more gentle kiss goodnight, then stepped back, respecting the boundaries they were redrawing together.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said, walking backward a few steps before turning toward the main house.

"Goodnight, Harry," she called after him, watching as he glanced back with a smile that made her heart flutter despite everything they'd been through.

As she closed the guest house door behind her, Y/N leaned against it, touching her lips where his had been moments before. Their first date. Their first real beginning after so many false starts and wrong turns.

It wouldn't be easy. Nothing about their relationship ever had been. But for the first time since this complicated journey began, Y/N felt something she'd almost forgotten: hope, fragile but persistent, taking root in soil once thought too damaged to nurture anything worth growing.

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That second date blossomed into a third and that turned into a fourth. Today was their fifth date. 

Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror in the guest house bedroom, examining her reflection with critical eyes. The dress she'd chosen for tonight, a deep emerald that complemented her eyes and hair, hung elegantly on her frame, sophisticated without trying too hard. Perfect for the jazz club Harry had mentioned taking her to.

But it was what lay beneath the dress that currently occupied her thoughts.

On her bed lay two options: practical, comfortable underwear in nude tones that wouldn't show through the fabric of her dress...and a matching set of black lace lingerie she'd impulsively purchased during a solo shopping trip to London earlier that week.

Five dates. That was where they stood now, four completed, with the fifth looming this evening. Each date had ended the same way: a progressively longer, more heated goodnight kiss at her door, followed by Harry reluctantly pulling away and walking back to the main house alone.

His restraint both frustrated and touched her. He was letting her set the pace, waiting for her to signal when she was ready to move beyond their careful courtship into more intimate territory.

Y/N picked up the black lace bra, running her thumb over the delicate material. It had been just over two months since they'd been intimate—their last encounter a desperate, angry joining the night before everything fell apart. Before the divorce papers, before her flight home, before Harry's confession and their slow, deliberate rebuilding.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered to her reflection. 

Yet it didn't feel ridiculous. It felt significant. The decision to invite Harry back into her bed would mark another threshold crossed in their unconventional journey from arranged marriage to genuine partnership.

She thought about their fourth date two nights ago. A private concert at Abbey Road Studios where Harry had arranged for her to hear a legendary jazz pianist perform. Afterward, in the dim light outside the building, his goodnight kiss had lingered longer than usual, his hands at her waist pulling her closer before he'd forced himself to step back, eyes dark with barely-restrained desire.

"Not yet," he'd whispered against her lips. "Not until you're sure."

The memory sent a pleasant shiver down Y/N's spine. She made her decision, reaching for the black lingerie.

Twenty minutes later, as she applied a final touch of perfume to her wrists, a text from Harry lit up her phone:

Ready whenever you are. No rush.

The same message he'd sent before every date. His way of giving her space, of confirming that this was her choice too.

Y/N smiled, typing back:

Coming out now. Fair warning: I'm looking forward to more than just jazz tonight.

She hesitated before hitting send, wondering if the message was too forward, too obvious. Then she remembered Harry's words from their third date, when they'd discussed their communication failures during their arranged marriage:

"No more guessing games," he'd said. "If you want something, tell me. If you need something, ask for it."

She pressed send.

Outside, Harry was leaning against his car, scrolling through his phone when she emerged. He looked up at the sound of her footsteps, his casual expression transforming into something more intense as he read her message. His eyes met hers across the driveway, a silent question in them.

Y/N approached him steadily, confidence growing with each step. The black lace against her skin was her own private knowledge, a secret that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable.

"Hi," she said simply when she reached him.

Harry's gaze traveled slowly from her face down the length of her emerald dress and back up again, appreciation evident in his eyes.

"Hi yourself," he replied, his voice slightly rougher than usual. "You look incredible."

Y/N smiled, noting the slight flush on his cheeks, the way his pupils had dilated. "Thank you. So do you."

He did—the casual elegance of his black trousers and white open-collared shirt suited him perfectly, his cross necklace glinting against his chest where the shirt revealed a hint of his tattoos.

Harry opened the car door for her, his hand brushing hers as she slid past him into the passenger seat. Even that brief contact sent electricity dancing across her skin.

As Harry walked around to the driver's side, Y/N took a steadying breath. The awareness between them had shifted, charged with anticipation and renewed desire.

Once inside the car, Harry turned to her before starting the engine.

"Your text," he began, his voice careful. "I want to make sure I understood what you meant."

Y/N appreciated his caution, his insistence on clarity rather than assumption.

"I meant exactly what you think I meant," she confirmed, meeting his gaze directly. "I'm ready, Harry. If you are."

Something fierce and tender flashed in his eyes. "I've been ready since the moment you agreed to try again," he admitted. "But only when you were sure."

Y/N reached across the console to touch his face, her thumb tracing the edge of his jawline. "I'm sure."

Harry turned his head slightly to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes never leaving hers. The simple gesture carried such intimacy that Y/N felt her breath catch.

"Jazz club first," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent heat pooling in her belly. "I want to do this right."

Y/N smiled, settling back into her seat as Harry started the car. "Jazz club first," she agreed. "Then home."

The word hung between them—home, not his house or the guest house, but home. Their home, if they chose to make it so.

The jazz club was intimate and exclusive, tucked away in a basement in Soho with a strict no-photos policy that allowed its celebrity clientele to relax away from prying eyes. The maître d' greeted Harry by name and led them to a secluded corner table with an excellent view of the small stage where a quartet was setting up.

Under the table, Harry's knee pressed against Y/N's, a point of constant contact as they sipped craft cocktails and listened to the sultry notes filling the dimly lit space. The music wrapped around them like a cocoon, creating the illusion that they were the only people in the room.

"Do you remember our first dance?" Harry asked during a break between sets, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of her hand where it rested on the table.

Y/N nodded, remembering the charity gala where they'd first appeared in public as a supposedly happy couple. "You stepped on my toes twice."

Harry laughed softly. "And you called me a 'graceless giraffe' when no one could hear."

"You deserved it," Y/N teased. "Three Grammy awards and you couldn't manage a simple waltz."

"In my defense, I was distracted," Harry said, his eyes warm in the low light. "You were wearing that blue dress that made your eyes look like the Mediterranean, and I couldn't think straight."

Y/N blinked, surprised by the admission. "You never said anything."

Harry shrugged, a hint of vulnerability crossing his features. "I wasn't supposed to be attracted to you. It wasn't part of our arrangement."

"And now?" Y/N asked softly.

Harry's gaze intensified, his hand tightening around hers. "Now I'm free to tell you that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and that emerald dress is making it very difficult for me to focus on anything except taking it off you later."

Heat bloomed in Y/N's cheeks, spreading down her neck at his blunt admission. The knowledge of the black lace lingerie beneath her dress felt suddenly more significant.

"Maybe we should dance," she suggested, nodding toward the small space near the stage where a few couples were swaying to the quartet's mellow tunes. "For practice."

Harry stood, offering his hand with a slight bow that managed to be both playful and gallant. "I promise not to step on your toes this time."

On the tiny dance floor, Harry pulled her close, one hand at the small of her back, the other clasping hers against his chest. They moved together with a synchronicity that had been missing during that first awkward waltz months ago—a physical manifestation of how far they'd come.

"Better?" Harry murmured against her temple.

Y/N nodded, allowing herself to melt further into his embrace. "Much better."

As they swayed to the sultry saxophone, Harry's hand dipped slightly lower on her back, his fingers splaying possessively just above the curve of her bottom. Y/N responded by pressing closer, eliminating the last bit of space between their bodies.

She felt his sharp intake of breath, felt the unmistakable evidence of his desire against her hip.

"We should probably go," Harry said, his voice strained. "Before I embarrass myself in public."

Y/N looked up at him through her lashes, a smile playing at her lips. "Wouldn't want to damage your reputation."

Harry gave her a look that was equal parts amusement and hunger. "My reputation can handle it. It's my self-control I'm worried about."

They thanked the band, left a generous tip, and made their way back to the car in record time. The drive home was charged with anticipation, Harry's hand resting on Y/N's thigh, her fingers occasionally brushing the exposed skin at his wrist where he'd rolled up his sleeve.

When they finally pulled into the driveway of the estate, Harry turned to her, his expression serious despite the desire evident in his eyes.

"Guest house or main house?" he asked quietly.

It was more than a practical question about location. It was about territory, about whose space they would occupy for this significant step.

Y/N considered for a moment, then decided: "Main house. Your room."

Something like relief flashed across Harry's features. Whether it was because he preferred his own space or because he saw her choice as symbolic of her willingness to reenter his life fully, Y/N wasn't sure. Perhaps both.

They walked hand in hand to the front door, maintaining a respectable distance that belied the tension humming between them. Once inside, however, with the door safely closed behind them, that pretense evaporated.

Harry turned to her in the dim light of the entryway, his eyes dark with intent. "Last chance to change your mind," he said softly, giving her one final opportunity to set the pace.

In response, Y/N reached for him, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth down to hers. The kiss was immediately different from the careful goodnight kisses they'd been sharing—deeper, hungrier, laden with two months of restraint finally breaking.

Harry groaned against her mouth, his hands finding her waist and pulling her flush against him. Y/N felt herself being backed against the nearest wall, Harry's body pressing into hers with delicious pressure.

When they broke apart for air, Harry's lips immediately found her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone.

"Upstairs," Y/N managed, her voice breathless. "Please."

Harry pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, checking one last time for any hesitation. Finding none, he surprised her by scooping her into his arms in one fluid motion.

"Harry!" she gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

He grinned, carrying her toward the grand staircase. "I'm doing this properly," he informed her, kissing the tip of her nose. "Carrying my wife over the threshold and all that."

The teasing playfulness was new. A stark contrast to their previous encounters, which had always been underscored by the arrangement, by performance, by anger or desperation. This felt lighter, genuine, yet no less passionate.

Harry's bedroom was exactly as Y/N remembered it, though tidier than the last time she'd been there. The massive bed dominated the space, windows overlooking the moonlit estate grounds.

He set her down gently beside the bed, his hands lingering at her waist.

"You're sure?" he asked one final time, his voice husky with restraint.

In answer, Y/N turned her back to him, sweeping her long hair over one shoulder, a silent invitation to unzip her dress. She felt Harry's fingers at the zipper, heard his sharp intake of breath as the emerald fabric parted to reveal the black lace she'd chosen with this moment in mind.

"Christ, Y/N," he murmured as the dress slipped from her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the lingerie and her heels. "You're trying to kill me."

She turned to face him, emboldened by the naked desire in his eyes. "Not kill," she corrected, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. "Just torture. A little."

Harry laughed, the sound transforming into a groan as her fingers brushed against his chest while unfastening his shirt.

"Fair enough," he conceded, helping her push the fabric from his shoulders, revealing the familiar landscape of tattoos across his torso. "I probably deserve some torture."

Y/N's hands explored his chest, tracing the lines of ink she'd once known by heart. "Less talking," she suggested, her fingers dipping to the waistband of his trousers. "More action."

Harry's eyes darkened at her bold touch. "Yes, ma'am."

“You have condoms right?”

Harry paused, his eyes, darkened with desire, cleared slightly at her question.

"Yeah, I have condoms," he confirmed, voice rough. "In the drawer."

Y/N nodded, relieved. Though they'd been careless in the past, this new beginning deserved more thoughtfulness. Harry seemed to appreciate her caution, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before returning to the more heated exploration of her neck and shoulders.

As his lips traced a path down her body, Y/N pushed against his chest, surprising him. He pulled back immediately, concern flashing across his features.

"Everything okay?" he asked, searching her face.

Y/N smiled, appreciating his instant responsiveness to her signals. "Everything's perfect. I just want to..."

Instead of finishing her sentence, she sank to her knees in front of him, her hands smoothing up his thighs. Harry's breath caught audibly as he realized her intention.

"Y/N," he groaned, watching as she reached for his belt.

She looked up at him through her lashes, fingers working the leather strap. "Let me take care of you first."

Harry's hand caught hers just as she began to lower the zipper of his trousers.

"Wait," he said, his voice strained with the effort of stopping her. "Not like this."

Confusion flickered across Y/N's face, quickly followed by uncertainty. Had she misread his desires?

Harry must have seen the question in her eyes because he quickly clarified: "Not because I don't want it—fuck, I want it more than you know. But not with you on your knees on this hard floor."

He reached down, gently pulling her to her feet. "Your knees will be bruised to hell on this wood," he explained, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "And I'd rather see your beautiful face anyway."

The thoughtfulness of his concern touched something deep in Y/N—it was such a small thing, but indicative of how their dynamic had shifted.

Harry moved to sit on the edge of the bed, then lay back, extending his hand to her. "Come here."

Y/N took his hand, allowing him to guide her to stand between his parted legs. From this position, he looked up at her with such naked adoration that it almost took her breath away.

"Much better," he murmured, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs to cup her bottom through the black lace. "Now you can do whatever you want without hurting yourself."

Y/N smiled, bending to kiss him briefly before returning her attention to his belt, which she unfastened with deliberate slowness. Harry's breathing grew more ragged as she lowered his zipper and helped him lift his hips to push his trousers and boxers down.

His cock sprang free, hard and already leaking at the tip. Y/N took a moment to appreciate the sight of him—all lean muscle and tattoos against the dark bedding, his eyes hooded as he watched her watching him.

She leaned over him, maintaining eye contact as she wrapped her hand around his length, giving him a few slow, experimental strokes that made his hips buck involuntarily.

"Fuck," he breathed, one hand fisting in the bedsheets. "I've missed your touch."

Y/N smiled, lowering her head to press a kiss to the sensitive tip. Harry's whole body tensed, a string of incoherent curses falling from his lips as she took him into her mouth.

She worked him slowly at first, relearning what he liked, what made his breath hitch and his hands clench. Harry's fingers tangled gently in her hair, not guiding or pushing, just connecting.

"God, Y/N," he groaned as she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks around him. "Your mouth... fucking perfect."

The praise sent a thrill through her, intensifying her own arousal as she continued her ministrations. Harry's hips began to move in small, controlled thrusts, careful not to push too deep.

When she felt his thighs trembling with the effort of restraint, Y/N increased her pace, adding a twist of her hand at the base where her mouth couldn't reach. Harry's breathing turned ragged, his grip in her hair tightening slightly.

"Wait," he managed, his voice wrecked. "I'm too close. Want to be inside you."

Y/N pulled off with a slow drag of her lips that made him shudder. Before she could respond, Harry was moving, sitting up and pulling her onto the bed with him in one fluid motion. He rolled them so she was beneath him, his weight a welcome pressure against her body.

"My turn," he murmured against her lips, kissing her deeply before beginning a meandering path down her body.

He took his time with her breasts, removing the black lace bra with reverent hands to reveal her to his hungry gaze.

"Beautiful," he whispered, cupping their weight in his palms. "So fucking beautiful."

His mouth closed around one nipple, tongue swirling as his thumb teased the other to a stiff peak. Y/N arched into the sensation, her hands finding purchase in his hair.

Harry lavished attention on her breasts until she was squirming beneath him, desperate for more direct stimulation. Only then did he continue his journey downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the jut of her hipbones.

When he reached the waistband of her panties, he looked up, seeking permission. Y/N nodded, lifting her hips to help as he slowly peeled the lace down her legs.

Harry settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders spreading her legs wider. The position was vulnerable, intimate.Y/N felt exposed in ways that went beyond the physical as Harry gazed at her most private place with undisguised hunger.

"I could look at you forever," he said softly, his breath warm against her sensitive skin. "But I'd rather taste you."

Before Y/N could respond, Harry's mouth was on her, his tongue making a long, slow stroke through her folds that had her gasping and clutching at the sheets. He hummed his approval against her, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation.

"You taste even better than I remembered," he murmured, his words punctuated by the deliberate circles of his tongue around her clit. "So sweet, so wet for me."

Y/N moaned, her hips lifting instinctively toward his mouth. Harry's large hands curled around her thighs, holding her open to his attentions.

He was thorough, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and more focused attention to her clit. When he slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that made her see stars, Y/N cried out, her back arching off the bed.

"That's it," Harry encouraged, his voice rough with arousal. "Let me hear you, love. Want to know how good I'm making you feel."

The combination of his fingers inside her, his tongue on her clit, and the praise falling from his lips pushed Y/N rapidly toward the edge. Her thighs began to tremble, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"Harry," she gasped, a warning and a plea.

He increased his efforts, adding a third finger and sucking gently on her clit. The pressure built and built until Y/N couldn't hold back any longer, crashing over the edge with a cry that might have been his name.

Harry worked her through it, easing the pressure but not stopping entirely until the aftershocks had subsided and she pushed weakly at his head, oversensitive.

He pressed a final kiss to her inner thigh before moving up her body, his expression one of profound satisfaction as he took in her flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes.

"You're fucking gorgeous when you come," he told her, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her forehead. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Y/N laughed breathlessly, still floating in post-orgasmic bliss. "If I'd known you were this good with your mouth, I might have been nicer to you from the beginning."

Harry grinned, the expression boyish despite the desire still evident in his eyes. "I'm good with more than just my mouth," he reminded her, pressing his still-hard length against her thigh. "But only if you're ready."

Y/N reached between them, wrapping her fingers around him once more. "I'm ready," she confirmed, guiding him toward her entrance. "Condom first."

Harry nodded, reaching toward the bedside drawer. As he retrieved protection, Y/N took a moment to appreciate the lean muscles of his back, the tattoos that decorated his skin like a private gallery.

When he turned back to her, sheathed and ready, Y/N opened her arms in wordless invitation. Harry settled between her thighs, bracing his weight on his forearms as he positioned himself at her entrance.

He paused there, eyes locked on hers. "This is different," he said softly, the simple statement laden with meaning. "This isn't like before."

"I know," she whispered, reaching up to touch his face. "It's more real this time."

Harry turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, then slowly, reverently pushed inside her. They both gasped at the sensation, at the perfect rightness of being joined after so long apart.

He stilled once fully seated, giving her time to adjust and himself time to regain control. When Y/N shifted her hips impatiently, he began to move in long, deep strokes that had her clutching at his shoulders.

"You feel so good," he groaned, dropping his head to the crook of her neck. "So tight, so perfect around me."

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle so he hit that spot deep inside with every thrust. The new position drew a string of curses from Harry, his pace increasing as his control began to slip.

"That's it," Y/N encouraged, nails digging into his back. "Harder, Harry. I need more."

Harry complied immediately, driving into her with renewed intensity. The headboard began to hit the wall with each powerful thrust, adding a rhythmic backdrop to their shared moans and gasps.

When Harry slipped a hand between them to circle her clit with his thumb, Y/N felt herself rapidly approaching another peak. Her inner muscles clenched around him, drawing a strangled groan from his throat.

"I love you," Harry said raggedly as their pace increased, his hands moving from her hips to cup her face. "I love you, Y/N. Only you."

She nodded, unable to form words. 

"Come for me again," he urged, his voice wrecked with pleasure and exertion. "Want to feel you come around my cock."

His crude words, combined with the dual stimulation of his thumb on her clit and his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her, sent Y/N spiraling into her second orgasm. She cried out his name, her body arching beneath him as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

The feeling of her inner walls pulsing around him pushed Harry over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself fully inside her and came with a hoarse shout, his body shuddering against hers.

For several long moments, they remained locked together, both too overwhelmed to move. Harry's weight pressed Y/N into the mattress, but she welcomed it, her arms wrapped tightly around his sweat-slicked back.

Finally, Harry stirred, pressing a tender kiss to her temple before carefully withdrawing. He disposed of the condom in the ensuite bathroom, then returned to the bed where Y/N lay in a pleasant daze.

Instead of immediately pulling her into his arms as he might have done in the past, Harry paused at the edge of the bed, an uncharacteristic uncertainty in his expression.

"Will you stay?" he asked quietly. "For the night, I mean."

"Yes," she said simply, reaching out her hand to him. "I'll stay."

Relief and joy flashed across Harry's features as he took her hand and joined her in the bed, pulling the covers over both of them. He gathered her against his chest, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"Good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Because I'm not ready to let you go yet."

Y/N smiled against his skin, hearing the deeper meaning behind his words. Not just for tonight, but for all the nights to come.

"Then don't," she whispered, closing her eyes and letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her toward sleep. "I'm not going anywhere."

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"Where Did I..." | Corruptive!SKZ [H.H.]

If you've read any of my other works (on my previous account) you would know that I have a knack for (and often write) corruption kink!skz lol. So this delved into that a little, because the theme of 'dumb bimbo gf' tends to go along w/ that. if you want it rewritten more specifically, lmk. ALSO - i labeled the title as a 'bimbo gf' because just saying 'dumb gf' feels a little rude i dunno lol.

warnings : NSFW CONTENT (MDNI), corruption kink! hyunjin during the NSFW headcanons, MEANDOM!Hyun, and I'm talking fucking mean. Like calling you dumb to your face mean.

Hyunjin w/ A Bimbo!GF

BF!Hyunjin who cherishes you so so much and absolutely will help you with anything you need or ask him for. He'll do your laundry if you aren't sure which button to push, will cut up veggies for soup if you don't know how to, will hand you your phone even when it's right in your back pocket.

BF!Hyunjin who thinks that it's sooooo fucking cute every time you forget something. He'll tip his head and let his hair fall in his face as he watches you fumble with your phone, forgetting how to turn on Do Not Disturb.

BF!Hyunjin who adores the way you get pouty when you forget where you put your favorite dress. He'll watch you get mumbly and all cute about it before offering to just buy you a new one - find one online and he'll go to the store to get it just for you.

BF!Hyunjin who thinks it's SO fucking cute when you walk in a room and pause, eyes glossy and lips popped apart because you can't remember why you walked in there in the first place. He'll stare with a giggly smile as you walk out, then back in, and eventually sit down with a pout as you try to remember.

BF!Hyunjin who ties your shoes for you after watching you knot your laces two different times. He'll just straight up tie them - he won't teach you how to because he thinks it's just so cute watching you forget and fumble. He wants to tie your shoes for you forever.

BF!Hyunjin who has to do the grocery shopping because you can never remember where a single thing is in the store, even if the aisles are labeled. You just go along as his pretty little arm candy.

BF!Hyunjin who doesn't let you carry cash because you count twenties like they're tens and he's not going to let you embarrass yourself in some fancy store - Just take his Black card.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who thinks your 'stupidity' adds to your sexiness in bed. He is obsessed with the way you so willingly submit yourself to him because you don't know any different and you're just too dumb to figure out how to top him.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who presses his thumb into your lower lip to pry your mouth open, murmuring about how cute you are on your knees and how you should just stay his pretty dumb bitch forever.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who hums out shit like, "Open your mouth for me. Just like that. Now sit pretty and let me fuck your throat since you can't suck me off right." And, "You're just my dumb little whore, huh? Don't know any different; Useless unless you're acting as my personal cocksleeve."

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who tells you he's so happy you're his girlfriend - and how he knows you'd never cheat on him because you're too dumb to go out and find anyone else.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who pumps you full of his cum and then blatantly lies to you, telling you there's no chance you'll get pregnant because of some dumb reason he makes up in his head. He takes EVERY precaution afterwards to clean you up however and make sure you actually won't get pregnant, but he's going to let you believe that his cum can't get you pregnant so he can keep filling you up.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who tells you it's totally normal for guys to share their girls with his friends just so he can have threesomes with you and the others - He knows for a fact Changbin, Minho, and Seungmin love how dumb you are, too. And you just look so pretty all confused and whimpery with their cocks stuffing all your holes.

Corruptive!BF!Hyunjin who makes the effort afterwards during aftercare to assure you that he absolutely does love you, and that he doesn't really mean all of those harsh words he said to you during sex. He adores you the way you are and outside of the bedroom he really wants you to know that his love runs so deeply for you. He'll curl up from behind and wrap an arm over your waist after cleaning up, press kisses to your shoulder and hold you as tight as possible as he whispers about how one day he'll marry you and keep you safe from the word. And those mean cashiers who can count right.

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Sorry, I pressed the wrong button, I want to make a request for you

Can you do a headcannon for Ticci Toby and eyeless Jack x fem s/o ( separately ) , So, they are out for a night walk and there are some punk kids who are bothering s/o because they are so pretty or cute.

I experienced that incident two weeks ago, because I was scared, I ran as fast as I could, luckily I met my older cousin outside the cafe so I felt safe.

I hope this incident will not happen to anyone and thank you for making this.

Omg yess I can!! I'm so sorry that happened to you </3 People are disgusting beings atp we all just need to fly away to mars yk

CREEP (EYELESS JACK + TICCI TOBY x READER (Separate))

Warning (CW): Catcalling, sexual jokes, non con flirting, gore, and foul language

I love these two, they're both the opposite of each other in my writing and it's so fun ^^

Eyeless Jack ---------------

It was rare for the two of you to be sent on missions together.

Hell, it was rare for Jack to be sent with anyone at all. He was the type they deployed solo—sharp, efficient, and terrifyingly silent. He moved like a ghost in the field, just as he did in the mansion, slipping through halls and assignments like a shadow without purpose beyond the kill or the clean-up. Conversations were limited to necessity. He only spoke when addressed directly, or when someone was injured and needed him. And even then, his words were few—measured, detached, clinical.

But with you, it was different. Not louder, not exactly warmer—but different.

Some people whispered about you two. Said there was something there. A thing. A connection. If you asked Jack, he’d probably stare at you like you’d grown a second head. He didn’t do labels. Never called you his partner, never used words like “relationship,” or “dating.” That wasn’t how he operated. But he made sure you knew. Made sure you felt it—in the subtle way he moved between you and danger, in the glances he stole when he thought you weren’t looking, in the quiet steadiness of his presence beside you.

It wasn’t platonic—but it wasn’t quite romantic either. It was a thing that lived in the space between—raw, unfinished, and wordless. Like he didn’t know how to be soft in the ways people expected, or maybe you weren’t ready to crack open that part of him yet. And maybe that was okay.

Now, the two of you walked side by side along the cracked city sidewalk, the mission behind you. It had been swift—barely an effort. Clean entry, cleaner exit. Almost disappointing, as Jack would say. The kind of job that didn’t even scratch the itch.

The night was sharp with cold, the kind that clawed at your skin and made your breath curl in the air like smoke. The sky hung low and starless above, a deep black sheet that swallowed light. Street lamps flickered, half-lit or completely dead, casting the road in long, hungry shadows.

You walked on the outer edge, nearer to the street—not because of some chivalrous habit, but because Jack clung to the shadows like they were stitched into his being. He kept close to the wall, to the parts of the city where light didn’t quite reach. There was something almost feral about it. Protective. Instinctive.

It was supposed to be a simple walk—a slow, quiet block before returning to the mansion, where the air always felt too thick, too loud, too full of people you didn’t quite trust. This short stretch of sidewalk was the last breath of peace you’d get tonight.

No talking. No jokes. Just footsteps in rhythm and the silence between them.

Until it wasn’t silent anymore.

The door to a grimy building creaked open, and a man stumbled out—laughing to himself, half-spilling the bottle in his hand. Drunk. Sloppy. Eyes glazed and unfocused.

You barely glanced at him. Not your problem.

At least, until he whistled.

A low, dragging sound that sliced through the air and ran down your spine. You stiffened. Seriously? You were a trained killer—fast, lethal, and dangerous—but a sleazy catcall still had the power to make your stomach twist. Jack noticed. Of course he did. He didn’t say anything, didn’t shift his stance or break his pace—but his hand came up, calm and precise, resting against the small of your back. Not pushing. Not rushing. Just there. A steadying weight that told you, without words: Keep walking. I’ve got it.

“Aw, c’mon,” the man slurred from behind you, his voice sticky with mockery. “That your boyfriend? He too selfish to share a pretty thing like you?”

You didn’t look back right away. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But your body was already tensing, already preparing. You glanced over your shoulder just enough to see his crooked grin, his swaggering steps closing the distance. A man completely oblivious to how close he was to bleeding out.

Jack’s hand flexed slightly at your back. A silent don’t.

The man didn’t stop. If anything, he got bolder.

“Baby~,” he crooned, practically in your ear now. “Let a man show you how good you’d feel from both—”

Jack moved before he finished.

The hand on your back snapped into a fist and swung around, fast as a blade. His knuckles collided with the man’s nose with a crunch that echoed down the street. Blood burst instantly, pouring over the man’s upper lip as he reeled back, shrieking in shock and pain.

Jack didn’t stop.

He grabbed him by the shoulders, slamming him hard against the brick wall. The impact made a deep, wet crack, and the man’s knees buckled, but Jack held him up. Fingers curled into the man's greasy hair, he began to drive his head into the wall again. And again. And again. Each hit duller than the last, each strike splashing more red across the bricks like some twisted artist painting with flesh.

The man let out a choked cry—but it didn’t last. His sounds faded quickly into bubbling gurgles, then silence.

When Jack was finished, he let the man crumple to the ground like a discarded bag of meat. No ceremony. No gloating. Just a swift, brutal execution. He wiped his bloodstained hand on the man’s jeans, face unreadable behind the mask, as if the whole thing had been mildly annoying.

You didn’t flinch. You’d seen worse. Hell, you’d done worse.

But a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as Jack turned to face you.

“Let the strays have him,” you murmured, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

He nodded once, wordless as always, and turned back toward the direction you were walking. You fell back into step beside him, the silence returning like it had never left.

One block. Slow steps. No words. Just comfort.

And blood drying in the cold behind you.

Tobias Rodgers ------------------

It was just a simple midnight walk.

A shared escape from the noise, the heat, the tension of the mansion—the shouting behind walls, the flickering lights, the sharp laughter from people who didn’t know how to shut up. You and Toby slipped out like shadows through the side door, no words spoken, no plans made. You just knew where to meet him, like always.

The street was mostly empty, save for the quiet hum of far-off traffic and the occasional flicker of a busted streetlight. Your shoes scuffed lightly against the concrete as you walked, the cold night air brushing against your cheeks and filling your lungs. It was brisk, biting, but it didn’t feel unbearable. Not with him next to you.

Your fingers were laced together—awkwardly at first, then more securely. He’d hesitated, as he always did, like his body still wasn’t used to warmth that didn’t come from adrenaline or blood. But he held on. Tight enough to let you know he wanted to.

The sidewalk hummed faintly beneath your steps, as if it recognized the rhythm of two people moving in sync—neither rushing nor dragging. Just being. Just walking.

The two of you spoke now and then, but never for long. Toby brought up one of the newer proxies, calling them an "oxygen thief" with the kind of scowl that told you the poor guy had probably just existed too loudly near him. You laughed and threw in your own list of grievances, dragging one name after another like a hit list between friends. You'd both snicker and poke fun until the words fizzled into silence again.

But it wasn’t awkward. If anything, it was your favorite part. The quiet. But at midnight, in the downtown of a city. Quiet was asking for too much. You both passed by a bar, a crowd of people standing outside that made you and Toby have to go onto the street just to avoid touching any of the drunken men and women.

What you thought would end there didn't, one of the men quickly jogged up to you. Not the two of you, but you. His hand lazily grasped your shoulder, earning a tense in your muscles that made toby's fingers tighten around yours.

"Well lookie here at this pretty little thing," the man slurred, a smug eating grin on his uneven teeth. "Need a little fun tonight?" "She's taken." Toby spoke, his glare threatening as he shot daggers to the drunken man. You wanted to speak up, defend yourself, but Toby wouldn't allow you to waste words on such a low life anyway. "Taken? By you? You're just a little thing," the man said, pushing you out of the way, making you stumble back before you quickly caught your footing. You glared at the man, opening your mouth to speak but Toby's hand landed softly on your chest, pushing you behind him as a kind warning to shut up. You saw Toby - his body almost completely still. As if his tics knew this wasn't a time to bother him.

"Besides, can ya even pleasure? You look to freakish to-" the man was cut off by a easy punch in the nose. He grunted, taking a step back. You knew toby would've done more if it weren't for the crowd watching at the Bars doors. "You bitch-" the man spat, blood staining the concrete. He had stumbled onto the road, about to step towards you and Toby before a speeding car came, crashing into the man. Screams erupted as the man toppled over the car, landing onto the groud. Blood oozing out of his head as his body flinched. You weren't sure if he was dead or not, but you and Toby were gone before anyone could ask you two anything. "That was...convenient" You said, pushing Toby into a small alley way far off from the trouble. Toby pressed against the wall, not a single shutter or inch of remorse in his body. "W-were staying out of down t-town on our walks now, yeah?" he hummed. You nodded.

But at midnight, in the downtown heart of the city, quiet was asking too much.

You and Toby threaded your way along cracked sidewalks lit by the jaundiced glow of flickering street lamps. When you reached a bar, you had to step off the curb into the street to avoid the noisy knot of people gathered outside, their drunken laughter and slurred arguments filling the night.

What you thought would end there didn't. One of the men peeled away from the group and jogged unsteadily toward you—only you. His breath reeked of stale beer as his clammy hand landed on your shoulder. Your muscles seized up at the touch, and you felt Toby’s fingers tighten sharply around yours in response.

“Well, lookie here at this pretty little thing,” the man slurred, lips splitting in a grin that showed off crooked, yellowing teeth. “Need a little fun tonight?”

“She’s taken.” Toby’s voice was low and cold, his glare like knives aimed at the drunk. You wanted to snap something back yourself, to tell this creep off, but Toby’s grip all but told you to save your breath on trash like this.

“Taken? By you?” the man sneered, raking his eyes over Toby dismissively. “You’re just a little thing.” He gave you a shove as he spoke, knocking you off balance. You stumbled but caught yourself quickly, eyes blazing. Before you could speak, Toby’s hand rested firmly against your chest, guiding you back behind him with silent insistence.

You watched him carefully. Toby’s body was unusually still—so still it was unsettling. Even his usual nervous tics went silent, as if they understood this wasn’t the time.

“Besides,” the drunk went on, his words sloppier now, “can ya even pleasure her? You look too freakish to—”

He didn’t finish. Toby’s punch was fast, clean, and perfectly aimed. The man let out a strangled grunt as his nose crunched under Toby’s fist, blood spurting onto the sidewalk. He staggered back, clutching his face, eyes wide with rage and tears.

“You bitch—” he choked, blood dripping onto his shoes. He stumbled drunkenly into the street, turning back toward you both, murder in his eyes.

He didn’t see the car.

The scream of tires was too late. The vehicle plowed into him with a sickening, hollow thud. His body folded, then bounced off the hood before crashing onto the asphalt, limbs twitching as blood spread out in a dark, glistening pool under the streetlight. Screams erupted from the bar’s entrance. Someone shouted to call 911. Others gagged or covered their mouths in horror.

You didn’t wait to see if he was dead. You and Toby were already gone, feet pounding against pavement, taking a sharp turn down an empty alley before anyone could so much as shout for witnesses.

“That was...convenient,” you muttered breathlessly once you were sure no one had followed. You pushed Toby gently until he pressed against the wall, partly to steady him and partly to catch your own breath. He was silent, his eyes unfocused, but there wasn’t a single shiver or flicker of remorse in him.

“W-we’re staying out of down- t-town on our walks from now on, y-yeah?” he finally hummed, voice cracking just slightly.

You let out a shaky laugh despite it all, and nodded.

--- IM SO SORRY THIS IS A MONTH LATE!! I had started it and them completly forgot about it until now </3

[peachyscenes]

from the gazebo | mafia!werewolf!ateez x fem!reader

note: this is a snippet of a piece that i'm currently working on. it's definitely not finished nor is it halfway completed, but out of the 10k words written so far, this is one of my favorite parts. publishing date to be determined. definitely inspired by ice on my teeth.

San and you spent most of the day walking about the estate. You had most of the layout memorized. Their bedrooms were also in the right east wing, but scattered, half of them on the third floor and the other half on the first floor. Employees slept in the left west wing of the estate. You asked San if you’d be sleeping there as well since you're also an employee.

“You're a Helper. Very different from regular staff.” You cocked your head.

“How so?”

San helped you pour your tea, insisting on doing so even when you told him it wasn't necessary. You mentioned how beautiful the gazebo looked from your floor, so he took you. You’re both currently taking a break from the tour. The Victorian style of it, of the entire estate actually, was hard to describe as just beautiful. It took your breath away, and you couldn't believe that you'd be living here from now on.

The little girl inside you is squealing with excitement. If only you could tell her that the prince charmings that saved you were not your average, good-doing citizens.

“How do I put this… You're like a personal assistant. It's pretty common for therianthropes to have Helpers, though usually they're put in education programs to be more… refined?”

“Oh…,” you look down at your appearance. You left some buttons undone of your sleep shirt, the bandages peeking out of the opening. Seonghwa had given you some ointment to help get rid of the faint bruises that scattered your body quicker. Your hair was also untamed at the moment, too tired to brush it out when you woke up this morning. “I don't think I have the refined part down.” San chuckles, sipping on his own tea before continuing.

“There are special circumstances where someone can spontaneously become a Helper. In this case, when the contract was signed for you to be… given to us…” You notice how he chooses his words carefully. “You became a Helper. It's illegal to give or sell people without a reason, hence why most are labeled as Helpers.”

It makes more sense as to why you weren't taken seriously when you were with Dongwook. You were considered a Helper for him, which you didn't even know such a concept existed until now.

“The werekin world sure is different.” San lets out another chuckle.

“You’ll get used to it.”

You want to say more, because it's obvious that their world is different from the regular therianthrope world. You're literally in the hands of the biggest crime syndicate of your city. There's a prolonged silence between you two, just enjoying the weather and the comfort of each other's company. Some minutes pass by when another thought occurs to you.

“I’m sorry for all of these questions, but when you said I’d be like a personal assistant, do you mean like waking you up in the morning?”

San nods slowly, but you know there's more to it. He seems to hesitate to tell you, but you place your hand on his. There's a small smile painting your face, and though your face looks tired with sunken eyes from being bedridden for so long, he can't ignore the small palpitations of his heart when your eyes reflect stars.

“Helpers are companions. Kind of like…,” he pauses, thinking of the right way to describe your role.

“Lovers?” You finish for him. He nods, feeling a bit bashful. He wants to say more about it, but he doesn’t want to make you anxious or feel pressured.

“I'm sure Hongjoong won't push you to do more than what you're comfortable with, but the average Helper assists in companionship, that's what makes them different from staff.”

You nod, thanking him with a squeeze of your hand. You notice the faint bruises that litter his knuckles and you want to ask San about it, but you're not sure if it was appropriate, so you opt to stay silent.

You both sit together under the gazebo, sharing things about each other. From the window of his bedroom, Seonghwa spots the two of you as he's finishing his phone call with Hongjoong.

“Should I go over the details of her contract with her? She seems to be getting along well with some of them.”

“Some?”

Seonghwa chuckles at Hongjoong's tone.

“Wooyoung said she hasn't met anyone else yet. Only him, Yeosang, San, Yunho, and I.”

“And me.”

“Yes, and you, Hongjoong.” He hears a sigh from the other end of the line.

“I would've liked to go over it with her… but I'm getting some serious information here about Dongwook.” Seonghwa hums. While you have knowledge that Dongwook has been taken care of, it seems that he wasn't alone. He was double crossing Hongjoong, so now they have to find out who he was actually working for. “Not to mention… I sent some people to look into her sister.”

“Her sister?”

“Yeah, I met with Stray and Chan said she looked familiar. Felix confirmed that he bought a document from her parents three years ago for a job and confirmed it was her. Saw her in a family photo.”

Seonghwa looks out again at the garden, this time, someone else has joined San and you. You laugh hard at what Jongho says to you, with San seemingly trying to disprove or defend himself. He gets back to Hongjoong.

“Let's not tell her anything. At least not until we have confirmed information.”

They bid each other goodbye. Seonghwa turns back around to look at you and his breath hitches. You're staring up at him and once you both make eye contact, you wave up at him. A small smile spreads on his face, and he waves back. Seonghwa leaves the window, turning towards Wooyoung and Yunho. Wooyoung looks bored as he lays on Seonghwa’s bed facing up. Yunho is leaning on his vanity, picking at his nails. Seonghwa had to hold back from scolding him as his perfumes were moved.

“Hongjoong sent some people to look into it already, but I need you two to look into her sister as well.”

“Huh?” Yunho quirks an eyebrow. “How come?”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrow as he purses his lips in thought. To be frank with himself, he's not quite sure either. But after having Yeosang look into your family history and your connection to Dongwook and what he's been up to for the last couple of years behind their backs, it's likely that you have eyes on you. From who? He can't say.

“It's just a hunch. I’m not even sure myself, but we need to keep her safe.” He looks back at the window. If he's quiet enough, he can hear your laughter.

“We made a promise to her. No harm will come her way.”

[jromanoff]

I could ask Regina and reader are dating and reader introduces Regina to Minecraft for the first time and she's like "this game is for nerds" but she ends up liking it and they play together and they're cute

An introduction to Minecraft II R. George

Pairing: Regina George (2024) x Reader

Warning(s): none

Authors note: I had so much fun writing this, thanks for the request. Sorry for taking so long to write it though, it sent me back into my own Minecraft spiral :)

Summary: You introduce Regina (and the other Plastics) to Minecraft.

Word count: 2k

The doorbell rang. Finally. You quickly ran to the front door and found a package sitting on the doorstep. Shouting an excited “Thank you” to the delivery man who walked away, you got back inside and ran up the stairs to your room.

You bounced on your toes as you tore open the package. The label confirmed your excitement: inside was the new graphics card you ordered.

Regina, lounging on your bed, glanced up from her fashion magazine, a curious eyebrow raised.

"What's got you so hyped?" Regina asked, flipping a page nonchalantly.

"It's my new graphics card, an RTX 4090! My current one is really old," you replied, eyes sparkling as you carefut took the graphics card out of its packaging to install it.

“Nerd…” Regina mumbled, watching with curiosity as you installed the graphics card in your PC.

“All done!” you grinned and closed the case of the PC. You plugged the PC in and pushed the ‘on’ button. Within moments, the computer roared to life, the sound of fans humming filling the room. Your fingers danced over the keyboard as you started your favorite game: Minecraft.

“Woah! I have like 600 fps!” you said excitedly as you joined a server. “Oh and look at the graphics- I can even use shaders without lagging”

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, it’s-“ Regina moved to look at your screen. “You seriously play that?" Regina asked as she looked at your screen with a frown, her tone dripping with skepticism. "This game is for nerds. Well- every game is, but you get what I mean,” she rolled her eyes.

You chuckled and shrugged, unfazed. "It's actually pretty fun,” you glanced over at Regina, a playful challenge in your eyes. "Wanna give it a try?"

Regina hesitated, this game was for nerds, but she was curious. With a dramatic sigh and a roll of her eyes, she slid off the bed and approached your setup. "Fine, but only because you're so excited about it," she said, taking a seat on your lap. You smirked, Regina could never refuse a challenge.

Regina turned to look at you in your lap. “Let me show you how a real pro does it,” she said with a smirk.

You guided Regina through the basics of the game enthusiastically. To her surprise Regina found herself getting drawn into the game, she didn’t let it show, though. She already had a few ideas for what she wanted to do and build in the game and it was a good opportunity to have quality time with her girlfriend.

You noticed Regina’s small smile and her attempt to hide her enthusiasm about the game, so you made a mental note to download the game on her laptop later so the two of you could play together.

The next day after school, Regina came home to find a surprise waiting for her. You stood in front of her, holding up her laptop. It was a ridiculously expensive laptop for someone who only used it for school, its specs more than enough to run Minecraft.

“I got something for you," you said, a proud smile on your face. "Minecraft is installed and ready to go, now we can play together. I already added my server to your server list.”

Regina took the laptop, her initial reluctance giving way to genuine excitement. "Alright, let’s play then," she said with a grin.

You took your own laptop out, having Minecraft installed on both your PC and laptop so you could play at Regina’s house too. The both of you sat down at the massive table in Regina’s living room with your laptops. Mrs. George was out of town for a few days for a “mental health retreat” to a spa resort, as she called it, so you and Regina had the house to yourselves. Good for her, really.

You were the first one to log into the server, then Regina followed.

QueenBeeRegina joined the game

A smug smile appeared on Regina’s face as she saw the username that you chose for her appear in the chat. “That’s just perfect, baby. Now everyone will immediately see who’s boss on our server,” she looked over at you “Speaking of which… I decided that you’re building me a castle after yesterday.”

You looked at her in surprise “A castle? Seriously?”

Regina's eyes sparkled with determination as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Yes, seriously,” she said, her tone leaving no room for any protest. “I want a big castle. It needs to radiate power and elegance, just like me. You need some ambition in this server of yours.”

You glanced back at your screen, looking at the blocky, green landscape with trees in front of you. Building a castle from scratch was no small task, but just like Regina, you could never resist a challenge.

“Alright, but you have to help with the design. I’m not building you a castle just for you to blow it up because it’s not to your liking,” you conceded, meeting her gaze again.

“Deal,” Regina agreed, a playful smirk appearing on her face. “But don’t think I’m going to gather recourses and all that boring stuff. I’m more of a visionary.”

As you started to gather resources by cutting trees and mining, Regina began scouting the world for a perfect place for her castle and potentially an entire kingdom.

“This has to be the most fabulous castle in Minecraft,” Regina mused as she finally found the place to build her castle. “I want a big throne room, kitchens, chandeliers and banners. I want the whole package.”

Regina’s passionate talking about the game was absolutely adorable to you. You looked away from your game to admire her. She was focused on the screen, her brow furrowed as she was figuring out the foundation of what would soon be her castle. You couldn’t help but smile at how engrossed Regina was in the game and how relaxed she was.

“Hey,” you said softly, not wanting to break the calm and quiet that had settled over the room. “I’m glad we’re doing this together and that you’re enjoying it.”

Regina glanced at you, her expression softening as she met your eyes. “Me too,” she admitted. “I didn’t think I’d actually like this game, but… it’s kind of fun. Especially with you.”

With that, she returned to the game, her usual confidence back in place as she started issuing orders. “I need like, a lot of cobblestone, wood and probably some pink stuff for aesthetics too,”. Pink. Always the damn pink with her.

“So demanding,” you muttered, which earned you a playful glare in reply. Despite Regina’s demanding nature, there was something really attractive about seeing her take charge, even in a game.

You turned your attention back to your own screen. “I’m building a storage room here temporarily to store all the building materials, then I’ll start gathering stuff again,” you told Regina as you started building something resembling a shed.

“Good,” Regina replied, looking at where you were building in-game. “And we’ll continue tomorrow after school right?” she questioned you, trying her best to sound nonchalant.

“Yes, baby. We will.” you agreed with a chuckle, looking at your girlfriend fondly. It was a rare sight to see her so invested in something she considered to be an activity for nerds.

The next day the two of you went to Regina’s house after school again to play Minecraft. You were already logged in on your server when a message appeared in the chat.

orandge joined the game

“Uhm, baby? Who is joining our server right now? Their username is orandge,” you questioned Regina as she got the two of you something to drink. You didn’t give out the IP address of the server, so it must’ve been Regina.

“I think that’s Karen. I gifted Gretchen, Karen and Cady Minecraft so we can all play together,” Regina said excitedly as she sat down behind her laptop, logging in on the server as well.

QueenBeeRegina joined the game

“You mean to tell me that Karen managed to install Minecraft and add my server all by herself?” you looked at Regina in surprise.

Regina rolled her eyes “Karen’s just… simple. Not stupid. Surely she can install a game on her laptop on her own,” she frowned “Although… on second thought... Gretchen probably helped her.”

TheFetchest joined the game

“Well, that just confirmed my suspicions” Regina remarked as she watched Gretchen’s username appear in the chat. “She’s still hung up on making ‘fetch’ happen. So annoying,” she complained.

“I don’t know, I think her username is kinda fetch,” you replied with a smirk.

Regina shot you an unimpressed look “No.”

CadyFromKenya joined the game

“That’s the lamest name ever. She could’ve literally chosen anything else,” Regina commented with an eye roll as she saw Cady’s username.

“Be nice,” you scolded her playfully. Regina only gave you a middle finger in response.

Regina then turned her laptop towards you and opened some double chests for you to see. “I gathered some more materials last night, so we can start building.”

“I thought you were a ‘visionary’ and didn’t do resource gathering?” you teased your girlfriend with a grin.

“This was an exception, a one time thing. Gathering resources isn’t really befitting of a Queen, now is it?” Regina replied confidently with a smirk.

“You’re something else,” you shook your head in amusement, returning your attention to the game as you saw Karen type in the chat.

orandge: where are you guys???

QueenBeeRegina: I sent the coordinates in the Plastics gc

The two of you continued to build the castle as Cady, Gretchen and Karen made their way to the coordinates you were at. Karen only died twice, but that meant Cady and Gretchen had to pick her up again at the spawn twice too.

At last Regina saw Gretchen and Cady walk up to her. Cady was accompanied by well over 20 tamed wolves and two parrots on her shoulders.

QueenBeeRegina: Cady wtf

CadyFromKenya: They’re so cool right??

QueenBeeRegina: …

Suddenly, you heard a soft hiss from your game, followed by an explosion.

orandge was blown up by Creeper

orandge: oops

“Karen just let a creeper explode in my storage room,” you looked at Regina in disbelief. Regina just burst out laughing “Typical Karen.”

A part of the chests were gone and materials were scattered everywhere, including several flowers that Karen had collected in her inventory.

“Perhaps we can let Karen build the big garden around the castle, it seems like she’d like that,” you suggested to Regina as you saw the flowers she collected on her way to the castle. “Great idea,” Regina smiled.

QueenBeeRegina: Karen? You can help build the garden, just make it pretty.

orandge: yay!!! i love flowers

TheFetchest: And make sure it has a lot of pink so it fits the aesthetics, Karen

orandge: i love pink

At the end of the week the castle stood proudly on the server and Regina was satisfied with the result. Her throne room was massive, just like her throne that stood at the end of the room. She was already brainstorming new ideas for the server, the castle was just the beginning. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than a kingdom.

There were also two new additions to the server that week.

PyroLez joined the game

FierceAndFab joined the game

“Baby,” Regina started, her tone deceptively sweet, “why are they here?”

You give her a calm smile despite sensing Regina’s irritation. “I thought it would be fun. The more the merrier, right?”

PyroLez: never thought I’d see the day that the Plastics would play a video game

QueenBeeRegina: Yeah. Shut up or I’ll ban you.

FierceAndFab: you can’t ban us, that’s homophobia

QueenBeeRegina: …

Regina rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the small amused smile that creeped onto her face. “They better not mess up my castle. I swear, if they touch it it’s on you,” she looked at you pointedly. “Besides, Janis is definitely taunting me with that username,” Regina huffed.

“Probably, and it’s working,” you looked at Regina’s pouty expression. “You look adorable like that.”

“Shut up.”

You were definitely curious to see how Janis and Damian would fit into this dynamic.

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

Okay, spreading some positivity!! And feel free to send this to other folks too 🥰 What is your goofiest BuckTommy headcanon?

That Tommy is hilariously bad at any video game ever. Buck is almost impressed at just how bad Tommy is. Because Tommy is a pilot, he flies helicopters. How is he this bad???

Buck: babe, it's just a few buttons, why is this confusing?

Tommy: there are so many buttons actually, some do the same thing, some do nothing! Some have different functions on different screens!

Buck: aren't there like 1000 more buttons in a cockpit though?!

Tommy: they're all labelled!! I know what they do! They make sense, unlike these!

Buck: okay, maybe it's time to put down Animal Crossing. It's supposed to be a relaxing cozy game.

Tommy: HOW IS THIS COZY?!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Okay, I want to see if we can't update the Wet Cat Adoption AU.

Reader Readerson has been a mystery to the X-Men, S.H.I.E.L.D, the Avengers, Spuder Man, Hydra, the Brotherhood, and every other hero and villain around. No one knows where they come from, how they got their powers, or why they are the way they are...

Until the series finale.

To stop the world from being destroyed, everyone had to team up to save the day, including The Apprentice. What no one expected was for them to volunteer to he part of the group to go to the lab where the controls were to stop the portal that would suck the world into a blackhole, thus destroying it. They argued they can make a machine out of toothpicks and bubblegum, so they're needed down there.

They get there. The base is slowly sinking underwater, the tunnels are getting flooded, and there's only a limited amount of time to switch off the portal. But enemies are there, lying in wait, causing a fight to break out. A few of the team are able to split off to the control room... and find it's a sealed chamber. The moment anyone goes in, it's wired to start flooding. It's a suicide mission.

Reader volunteers again. They reveal a secret: they've been dying. So, they argue, why not let them sacrifice themself? These people have family to go back to, schemes to bring to fruition, a world to enjoy... Reader, they don't have that. The others argue, eventually deciding an immortal can go in. Reader hugs them, thanking them... only to spin them around, shoving them back, and entering the chamber themself, which immediately closes, locking them in... and everyone else out.

They apologize over the comms, saying it was necessary. Quickly getting to work, they repair the controls with a piece of gum they got off one of the X-Men, a pen from Spider Man, and a coin they stole off Mystique. They explain they couldn't see another world fall into ruin, nor watch these people they've come to care about go down like theirs had. As they hit the right button, the room starts flooding, water pouring from vents in the ceiling. As the water rises, they ask one request: to please listen to them, talk to them, until it's over.

Everyone is horrified, but there's nothing they can do. So they talk, and listen, and wait, until all they can hear is the rush of water and the crackle of electricity... then the comm shorts out, and all there is is silence.

***************************************************

Once the Omega Team escapes the labs, they meet up with the Alpha, Gamma, and Beta Teams, taking out the last of the robots and main antagonist. But then they have to face the fact an ally... a friend, has passed.

The series ends on a bittersweet note, with the discovery of a journal... and a key.

Fans of the show would raise so much support that the series IS revived! But the tone is darker, with the first two episodes being labeled Apprentice: Origins. Delving into the past of Reader, as discovered in one of their journals, by the heroes and villains left behind...

And at the end of the two episode opening? It's discovered they recovered Reader's body, were able to revive it, but it's in stasis, not yet awake...

[sallymew4]

Me again cuz I’m on my namsu grind

Do you have any headcanons for namsu and their relationship? I need to steal study them for myself

for these i'm assuming you mean headcanons in the context of a “no games” situation :)

for starters, they're obviously not the healthiest couple for a multitude of reasons, considering how they act and behave with each other in canon (despite the circumstances i.e. being in the murder games that murder you). BUT i’m keeping these light because i love joy and whimsy

it would definitely start out rough. Nam-gyu is cold and isn't the most emotionally available and Min-su’s general survival instinct is too high for him to really pry into any of that at first. they really only know each other through mutual connections (Team Thanos)

they warm up to each other eventually but it’s like watching two cats creep toward each other cautiously

i can’t see them really putting a label on what they are. ask either of them on their own and they’ll be like “oh he’s just a Guy that i know.” and that’s it

Nam-gyu wouldn’t be able to stop teasing Min-su even if he wanted to. he loves Min-su’s pout.

at first the teasing would be pretty malicious, but over time it’d just be a quirk in their relationship. it doesn’t seriously bother Min-su too much at that point, but he still has his limits (Nam-gyu rarely takes this into consideration)

Nam-gyu always tells Min-su he should get a tattoo or body piercing (his lobes are already pierced) just to mess with him but doesn’t hate the idea of him actually going through with either commitment.

when in a group Nam-gyu is inclined to be more chatty, but both typically like to sit in silence when alone together

on rare occasions, Nam-gyu will begrudgingly apologize if he’s pushed Min-su’s buttons too much, but usually only if someone else in the group pressures him to do so

Min-su prefers romantic comedies, Nam-gyu does not. he shows Min-su bad horror films just to freak him out

Nam-gyu actually isn’t that bad at cooking. Min-su likes the stuff he makes

compliments are few and far between, but they pick up over time as Min-su gathers more courage to speak his mind around Nam-gyu (Nam-gyu appreciates them but would never say that aloud). Nam-gyu spits them out quickly because he gets embarrassed otherwise

Min-su doesn’t say when he gets jealous (which isn’t super often, but it does happen) but Nam-gyu does, albeit subtly. he doesn’t want Min-su thinking he cares, but he also doesn’t want other people putting their grubby paws on him. he’ll start draping himself all over him to “send a message”

Nam-gyu is clingy, but clingy in the way that he’s expressing things through subtle pokes and prods.

both are very light sleepers. they also have completely opposing work schedules, Min-su’s being a 9-5 whilst Nam-gyu’s is more nocturnal

Min-su thinks Nam-gyu looks nice in his glasses, even if he doesn’t wear them much

they like staring at each other when they think the other doesn't notice. because they are weird

also Nam-gyu would do this:

I COULD PROBABLY THINK UP MORE BUT THIS IS LONG AS IS thank you so much for indulging me. i love namsu

EDIT: i also have a spotify playlist for them if thats your thing https://open.spotify.com/playlist/09pWCVrCGxeoOoeVFXsuvc?si=ceQ7QQJeTSqIuM3WW7FUOg&pi=5Vmg_rFcT3ejY

[spongebob-connoisseur]

🕸💚💜Slappy Laszlo Ita Bag💜💚🕸

Everything you see here except for the bag itself (without any embellishments) is handmade!

My best friend was making an ita bag for her favorite character and I figured I wanted one too!❤ I had a lot of fun making it <3 I got to show this off at a con and got jumpscared when I realized I was sitting next to a twt mutual at a panel who said she loved my bag :D

Here's a closer look of the monstrosity <3 It was a nightmare making the rosette but imo 100% worth it

i handmade a slappy plush just to add on the bag. I gave up sewing half way and just started hot gluing the shit out of him. He was literally made in a single day😢

His body is really wonky. He looks thin😔 I wanted him to be kinda chibiesque with a large head and small body (well more than usual I mean) but my sister said it looks like if he was on ozempic💔💔💔💔

Moving on, here is the insert! I cut up an old spiderweb t shirt to use as a lining over the insert, I also bought plastic bugs from the dollarstore and painted them pastels to match Slappy(the bag of bugs was labeled "reptiles" at the dollar store but there was no reptiles! Isnt that odd?)

Slappy has no official merch so I had to make everything. I feared it would not be enough and I hate empty spaces so the bugs are there to fill out any gaps.

The buttons I also made. The library downtown has a fabrication studio so my bestie and I spend an afternoon making a gazillion buttons of our favorite characters.

Duality of man💯

The eyeballs were the most time consuming to make surprisingly enough! They're made from clay from dollar tree, I do not recommend, extremely fragile. I had to do this twice because it kept crumbling. Eventually I figured it out, covered it in many layers of mod podge, painted it over then shaded with eyeshadow. The pupils themselves are glass eyes, I forgot I bought them back in 2022 for doll purposes but it came in handy! These were originally pink eyes but I ripped off the backing and painted them over purple.

I wanted them to go in the center of the bag bows because that's a very pastel goth motive to have bows with eyeballs. And its very Slappy to have his soft boiled Peter Lorre buggy eyes in bows! :D Slappy's green color scheme can very easily be pastel goth. I have a vision💯💯💯

Anyways worst of making this was gluing on the false lashes! I'm not a makeup wearer so I have zero experience with any of this. But I will tell you that I was at my wits end trying to make the false lashes stick. I have a new found respect for people who do this regularly💯💯

I also did this criss cross ribbon thing on the sides of the bag. I was taking inspo from Gothic lolita bags so I really wanted this detail. I probably should have sewn them on but I got lazy.

I also replaced the zipper tags with coffin charms! Do not do this! They are not stable and I already lost one!

Final picture: I just wanted to show off the bag chain I made :D made from an old necklace, the beaded chain of a childrens toy. The only thing I bought was the spider charms to add onto it. They're supposed to be mint green but they look kinda blue in the photo. Ignore that.

I love Slappy so much that he feels like an open wound on my left side that's constantly bleeding out and causing me severe pain <3 My the back of my head burning up and my chest cracking like broken glass everytime I think of him <3 He deserves a cutsey patootie little ita bag dedicated to him UwU <333

If you have a favorite character you should make an ita bag too! Its a fun craft project. I think it's especially fun when it's not the usual stereotypical pretty boy/girl anime character! Just imagine a Renfield ita bag that's all cutsey Gothic lolita? Someone please make this vision a reality!

I would love to make a Spongebob ita bag someday especially since I already have a lot of Spongebob stuff (pins, buttons, keychains, etc) if they ever drop an official spongebob ita bag then you can bet your squarepants that I'll put it all together💕💕 I do think the Slappy bag would remain the most fun simply because I had to make everything from scratch meanwhile a hypothetical SB ita bag is just things I already own and was collecting for years. Never the less I'd still treasure it both since they're both my bestest boys💕💕💕

[thatnonameuser]

Ohhhh so we're basically undercover while in NRC? But Crowley registered us as a Darling so what would happen if that were to be found out? Are we even allowed to graduate as a darling? He said we alr behaved like a darling but as you said, darlings vary a lot and it's just bias that they're labeled as dainty and in need of protection. Is it just bc they're not all delulu and violent lol MC gonna have to worry about looking a bit too sane and having to make up by being a bit too enthusiastic about smn in their old world so it looks like they really are just like the boiiiiissss, a brooo, totally a yandere.

In a word, yes.

In a lot of words....

Crowley didn't know you were a darling when he met you. And he was suspicious of it, but thought you were one of those RSA types who act more deluded.

Crewel telling him about your behavior in the lecture was what sealed the deal.

The most prominent trait darlings have is that they vehemently object to the way this society is run. The second most prominent trait is that darlings see the 'love' yanderes have as wrong or upsetting.

MC matched both of these traits.

As Crewel said in his lecture, darlings aren't allowed at NRC because of the amount of duels and brawls to the death that happened on campus.

Crowley is trying to cover his ass, by allowing you to attend NRC instead of potentially sending you to RHC till he can maybe send you home.

Why? If someone finds out that you, a darling, attended NRC, then his pay gets cut because he allowed you to be enrolled.

As for MC being undercover, she's doing that because she's trying to save her neck. Ace and Deuce don't know that you're a darling because they are under the impression that you're just confused. It's not because they share a brain cell *cough,cough.

But as we meet other yanderes in the series, some are able to see through your act, observe your behavior and figure it out, or run through a mental checklist and believe you're not a yandere. They'll explain how they were able to tell you were a darling, specifically their darling.

MC, right now, doesn't know about how darlings act besides what Crowley told her. So her attempt will probably be pretty shit for now.

She'll probably try the 'oh that's completely normal I was just confused' route and try to act as if she hasn't met her darling yet.

I wrote this one on my phone and fat thumbed the post button too early fml. 😭

[secondbeatsongs]

how to make neon signs in inkscape!

I lost my mind and spent a large amount of hours yesterday perfecting my methods and figuring out how to do this, so if you're interested in making something like this:

here's how to do that!

step 1: cover your workspace in a dark grey rectangle, and lock that layer down.

I've been using 80% or 90% grey - you want this so you can see your neon effect, but you don't want it entirely black at this stage, or you won't be able to see your shadow layer.

step 2: create some text!

pro tip: rounder sans-serif fonts look the best for this, because think about what a neon sign is made of - it's tubes, bent into shapes! so if your font or design looks too sharp and pointy, it'll feel unrealistic when you make it neon.

(this is, of course, a perfectionism thing on my end, so feel free to ignore any and all rules in order to make the thing that you want to make. as with all art, you can do whatever you want forever!)

bonus pro tip: if you, like me, have over 1400 fonts installed and programs tend to lag when you browse through all of them, nexusfont is a great free software that lets you sort your fonts into categories, search them, and preview what any text looks like in different fonts! I love it. it is my best friend

now I'm going to do this with a few different fonts, so that you can see how it works with them. so today, I'm picking Futura Round, Harlow Solid Italic, and then to challenge myself, Beauty School Dropout and Block

make the text white, and also select the text and go to Paths -> Object to Path, because some things don't work right if they're not paths.

let's start off easy with Futura Round!

Step 3: duplicate your text layer

now bear with me here. but you need to take the text you're working with, and either right-click duplicate or copy/paste the layer until you have seven total copies of the text you're working with.

arrange them like this, making sure the top one is the first layer on the list (and so on), and then in the layers tab, label them like so:

pro tip: if you don't have the layers tab open, go to Objects -> Objects and Layers, and that'll pop it right up

Step 4: blur time!

switch to the Fill and Stroke tab, and make these changes to the paths:

glow small: 15% blur, 100% opacity

glow medium: 20% blur, 90% opacity

glow large: 50% blur, 70% opacity

glow xlarge: 70% blur, 70% opacity

your workspace should now look like this:

this is good!

pro tip: these numbers are just loose guidelines! at the end, mess around with everything to make sure that the glow looks right to you! nothing is an exact science

Step 5: shadow and outline

for the shadow layer, make it solid black, and then change the opacity to 50%

for the outline layer, we're doing something fun and weird. so right now it's a fill object, but we want it to be an outline instead! so let's hit the X in the lower left to make it empty, and then shift-click on...for the sake of this, let's say blue. to make our nice blue outline.

now's the weird part

now. use the align tool (Objects -> Align and Distribute), select the outline layer and the main layer, and align them so the outline text is exactly centered on the main one.

then go to Paths -> Path Effects, and when the tab opens, select just the outline layer, then click the drop-down arrow in the Path Effects tab and select Offset

here's our goal right now:

we want to offset the outline until it fits inside the text underneath it, and also mess with the stroke layer settings until you have a nice thick outline that doesn't overlap itself.

mess around with the plus and minus buttons. there are no exact numbers here; you just have to know when it looks good! but for me, the settings were a -0.34mm offset, with a stroke width of 0.700mm

this is roughly what you want it to look like:

now, with the outline layer still selected, blur it out just a bit until it looks fuzzy, and like the white center is a highlight rather than a separate layer. for me, the right number was about 8.3% of blur, to get a result like this:

Step 6: layering and changing colors

okay! at this point your work should look something like this:

you now want to select every layer except the shadow layer, and use Align to center them all on top of each other.

pro tip: make sure to untoggle "move/align selection as a group", otherwise this will not work.

you should now have something that looks like this, with the shadow layer sitting all by itself somewhere off to the side

now's the fun part: colors!

since we've decided that this neon light is going to be blue, it's time to change the glow to reflect that!

here's what it looks like when you change all of the glow layers to be that same, #0000FF blue as the outline layer

and here's what it looks like when you take the glow small layer and make it just a bit lighter (#4343FF) using the stroke and fill tab

in general, mess around with the layer colors until you like how they look! I find that it generally looks better if the glow small layer is a bit lighter, and the glow medium layer is as dark as the original color. everything else is fair game.

also the main layer can stay white (if you want it to seem very bright), or you can make it a very very light blue if you want it to be a bit more subdued.

Step 7: final steps

take your sad, neglected shadow layer, and move it slightly up and to the right of your main layer, so that it works...well, basically like a drop shadow.

then take your original rectangle, and switch it to 100% black.

now. gaze upon your masterpiece

that's a good neon sign if I've ever seen one.

but now. now's when we lose our minds

Steps 8-??: perfectionism and nonsense

so let's move the Futura one aside (and hide it! inkscape lags if there are too many blurry layers visible at once, so hide anything you're not using!), set the rectangle back to grey, and move on to Harlow Solid Italic.

I've sped through a few of the steps here (out of order) so you can see what I'm doing. I've added outlines to the large glow and xlarge glow, and bumped them up a bit so they'll have a larger glow area in general

this time I've made the large glow a little bit lighter than the xlarge glow and medium glow, and made the main layer a very pale pink instead of just white. I also blurred the outline layer just a bit more, because this font needed a bit more fuzz to make it look good.

hell yeah. this rocks.

now, one detail for perfectionism: in neon signs IRL, if you look closely, there are wires attaching them in the back, often connecting each letter to the next. so...let's do that!

get your pen tool, set it to spiro path, and then make little droopy lines connecting each letter.

make these thin, 100% opacity, and a very light (almost white) grey color. then group all of them together, and move this group under the small glow layer

pro tip: some of the cords might go mostly through the shadow layer. if this is the case, just put the cord group one layer above the shadow layer instead, and then it'll be fine. but you might make the cord color a pale-greyish pink to make it look like there's glow hitting it.

ultra advanced technique: duplicate the cord group, make it black and 50% opacity, position it slightly up and to the right of the original, and then move it one layer below it. you've got cord shadows babey!

lookit that. stare at that beautiful perfection. I love it. this brings me joy.

and now: the one that will be the most work

let's gooo Beauty School Dropout!

this one I'm using as an example for what to do with a font that's a bit too pointy to look realistic

this font is really fun and bendy, but the ends of the letters are flat instead of rounded, and the corners are a bit too sharp. so...let's fix that!

now, there are several ways we can do this (after doing Object to Path ofc).

one way is to edit the path yourself, going slowly, and making sure everything is perfect, editing the nodes individually.

or, you could select the text layer using the node tool, then click the button in the top bar labeled Add Corners LPE, and then drag the little circles and triangles around to smooth out the corners

I've decided to do the LPE method, but the problem here is that if you apply the LPE effect before making sure all of the corners look good nodes-wise, it's hell to try and fix it. so before LPE-ing, look at all the spots that you're going to apply the effect, and make sure each has one point at each sharp corner, with no weird overlapping bits. okay? okay.

also for the line beneath the text, it looks like it's made up of a bunch of different segments

and since I want to keep this line because I think it looks cool, we're going to have to deal with that, and make sure that it's all one solid piece, otherwise the outlining won't work. so I've gotta delete all the extra segments, and then move the points on just one of those segments until it's the full original line width, before rounding those corners as well.

basically I've got my work cut out for me here, this will all take a bit.

...aaand an episode and a half of Supernatural later, here's this!

look at how nice and round that is! perfect for the rest of the neon process

and with cords, shadows, layering, etc

hell yeah.

more things: it's block font time

let's make an outline-style neon sign!

my seven layers:

for all but the last two, I've not used the fill option with them at all - I have simply used the stroke outline.

now don't be worried! the stroke-to-path still works just the same way even using an outline to begin with! so it's easy to get an outline of an outline, and do the offset thing just like you did before

however, because this font is more complex-looking, there will probably be some errors when you offset it

for example, it didn't fully outline the second half of the Os, so I just copied the left halves, mirrored them, and replaced the right half with the complete left half

pro tip: keep in mind that you have to re-apply the offset to any bits that you add to the outline layer!

doing the same steps as last time, editing the glow blurs as I see fit, once again we end up with beauty and perfection.

another thing you can do: turn off the lights!

I'm going to use Beauty School Dropout and Harlow for this, but after making your beautiful neon signs, here's how to make it look like a turned-off sign, for if you want to make...idk, a gif of a light turning on and off, or a burned-out sign, or something like that.

so start with (ideally, duplicated copies of) your neon signs:

and then simply delete every glow layer, change the outline layer to 90% grey and your main layer to 70% grey, change the cords' color to a darker shade of grey than whatever it already is, and lower the opacity of the shadows by about 10-15%.

doing that, you end up with this

bam! lights turned off!

last thing: logos and other stuff

you can make neon signs with images as well as with text! the steps are essentially the same, though you may have to do more editing to make it look good, and use simplify on the path if it's too detailed.

and if you're using anything besides an .svg, you first go to Paths -> Trace Bitmap to turn your image into a vector! but unfortunately I've already used 29 images in this post, so here, just look at this Keith Haring thing I made as an example:

is it messier than the text? yeah for sure. does it have some pointy bits I could smooth out more? definitely. but, I've watched three episodes of Supernatural today, and that is more than enough time spent on this. so this is what you get.

but yeah, that's how I make neon signs in inkscape! I used to do it in GIMP, but this works much better, and looks so nice and clean! <3

(man, graphic design really is my passion)