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k3n-dyll · 2 days ago

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; 18+, wlw, fem!reader, infidelity, cowgirl/southern butch!abby, set around 1800's wild west era, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), getting caught

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𝐊𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆ I posted this a while ago, hated it, deleted it, kept it, 'fixed it' (?) and now here we are. Still kinda hate it but writer's block is turning me every way but loose.

If you let yourself linger on the thought for a moment—to do a bit of mental gymnastics to subside this nagging feeling of anxiety and shame—this really isn't your fault.

Truly. It isn't. It's theirs.

You weren't the one that wanted to marry, and you sure as hell wouldn't have chosen this suitor of all of them. That was your pious father. Good intentions aside, he was the one that confined you to this life.

And your sorry excuse for a husband, well, he took the other half of the blame. He's never home, and when he is the man always seems to have more important things to do. Not that you want his attention anyway, but still, it'd be nice to at least speak to the person you're forced to live with. Aside from when he wants to be inside of you, of course.

If not for them you wouldn't even be here.

If only your father hadn't mettled with your marital status - let you become a spinster instead. If your scraggly bearded husband had simply kept his shady business dealings in the back of a bar instead of inviting them to his home - her large, calloused hands wouldn't be caught so tightly around your hips. You wouldn't be sitting in the head chair of the office you weren't technically allowed to be in, eyeing the perpetually unfinished paperwork on his desk in a sad attempt to keep yourself grounded.

"You taste so fuckin' good, y'know that?"

Abby's voice and the warm, wet feeling of her tongue dragging along your slit bring you out of your own head, your hips bucking up slightly at the contact you've been all but begging for. Your lidded eyes trail down to the blonde positioned snugly between your legs with a furrowed brow, trying your best to seem disapproving through your moans.

Who does she think she is? Popping up at your front door in the middle of the day, knowing damn well your husband wasn't home from work. This had only happened a few times before and even so, you knew exactly why she'd come over the moment you saw her and that stupid smug smirk she wears.

She wanted to take you in his office this time. Defile the sacred workplace of the man she calls a "friend" simply to make you uncomfortable. To remind you that he couldn’t make you feel this good if he tried.

Her piercing blues gaze right back into your own, half her face hidden by the crinkled up fabric of your skirts as she lets out a muffled laugh, the vibrations of her voice against your core making you shiver.

It's the last you see of her freckled face before your head is tossed back in pleasure, utter filth flooding past your lips as she laps at your cunt. No amount of guilt would ever make you feel low enough to tell her to stop - not when her tongue makes you squirm and twitch in ways your betrothed could only ever dream of doing.

Abby never fails to make herself seem like a woman starved, messily licking and sucking at your pulsing, puffy clit, slurping you up as if you were her first and last ever meal on this Earth.

And she'd be damned if she let you breathe for even a second.

She wants to hear you gasping, gulping for air before she allows herself to pull away and she does more even then. Pushing through a sore jaw and aching fingers without complaint for as long as you could handle it.

"A-Abby... can't take much more" You whine, your thighs squeezing onto either side of her flushed face as you gently palm at the top of her head.

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat at the curl of the two thick fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, a low, amused growl coming from Abby at the sound.

"Aw, c'mon baby. Y'got another one in there for me, don't you? You and I both know you won't get to feel this good for a long while once I'm gone" she speaks in that soft, honey-smooth tone that makes you weak in the knees. The gentle southern drawl laced within her every syllable sending jolts of pure ecstasy through your body. Looking down at her is a mistake you never fail to make in this circumstance. She knows what a simple look from her can do to you and she takes advantage of it without remorse, chuckling as she watches you nod eagerly in response.

"Atta girl" She lands a quick smack on your thigh before diving back into you, a concoction of spit and slick spilling down her chin and wetting your inner thighs, the only sound to accompany the smacking and sucking against your pussy being your whorish cries.

Your breathing becomes quicker and more shallow when you're close. Eyes glazing over as your jaw slacks, brows knitted together in desperation for another orgasm. Your tells are so predictable, yet so incredibly delicious to Abby. This is a state only she gets to see you in. Not that you've ever confirmed it aloud for her but regardless, it's clear that the pompous ass you're married to doesn't have the skill to make you cum.

"Say it, darlin'. C'mon, you know what I wanna hear" Abby growls, popping up from underneath your skirt, detaching her lips from around your clit, and replacing them with her thumb just to speak. Just to taunt you. You do know what she wants to hear, and part of you wants to roll your eyes at the thought. Maybe you would have if your brain wasn’t so fogged over - if you weren't so aware that she'd stop pumping her fingers inside of you completely if you didn't give her the satisfaction - maybe you would be so bold as to give her attitude.

"Only you - fuck! Only you can make me feel like this"

Abby chuckles “Yeah? He couldn’t make you feel this good, could he? Need me to take care of you, ain’t that right?”

You can only nod, bottom lip pinched between clenched teeth, the dam of tension resting in your abdomen readying to burst.

"I know, sweet thing. You wanna cum for me? C’mon, one more time.."

Your orgasm is blinding and loud, a sheen of sweat covering your forehead as you convulse under her touch, and your hair that had once been so neatly tied up is now a mess of frizz. You don't even hear the front door open from downstairs. Nor do you hear the footsteps that follow, too occupied with rutting yourself onto her fingers, gushing with each snap of your hips. Abby is just as oblivious, lifting up from her place between your thighs to crash her lips onto yours, too focused on wanting you to taste yourself on her tongue to even notice the jingling office door doorknob.

It's only when you both hear the old door begin slowly creaking open that your attention is snatched from one another, expressions shifting from ones of lust and satisfaction to pure horror as you both make eye contact with the twisted-up, angry face of the man you had just slandered aloud.

Shit.

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#lesbian #wlw #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #this is old #☆kennie's works #abby tlou2 #abby the last of us #lowkey feels like the tlou2 fandom died in place of arcane #still posting this tho #wake up! lmao #i like to imagine abby gets up and starts whooping his ass lowkey

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howaboutalittleeffort · 2 days ago

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To The Rescue

Mommy: Help is on the way!

Alizabeth had sent that text message nearly thirty minutes ago, thirty minutes that seemed eternal for Jamie, who anxiously waited in a locked public bathroom. Thirty minutes of waiting in his current soaked state. Thirty minutes of trying not to remember Alizabeth’s concern that morning about him not being ready for the responsibility of training pants while out on his own. Thirty minutes of the ever-increasing noise from what he could only hope was a small line of others waiting for his exit.

“Excuse me, may I squeeze by?” His stomach dropped when the voice he heard was not that of Alizabeth but of Becca. Who, since the surprised unveiling of his big baby status a few weeks back, had gone from his lifelong best friend to a glorified babysitter, a role she all too often seemed overly eager to fulfill.

“You in there, Jamie? It’s Auntie Becca; mind opening the door?” Becca, not known for her ability to use an inside voice, kept true to her raucous nature even now, alerting the small shop to who she and Jamie both were.

Jamie, wanting to avoid further embarrassment and the disclosure of her personal information, unlocked and opened the door while doing his best to hide behind it.

“Why are you here? Where is Alizabeth?”

“Who?” Becca had taken on a rather annoying habit of not understanding him whenever he failed to use the appropriate honorifics for Alizabeth and herself.

“Mommy, where is she?”

“Honey Bear, she is at work and wouldn’t be able to make it in a reasonable amount of time. You should count your lucky stars that I was home and was able to get here quickly.”

“Quickly, it took you thirty minutes to get here!” Jamie had been much louder than he had meant, but the urge to match Becca’s loud nature was something he had always almost naturally tried to match.

“No sir, you will not raise your voice at me. I had to stop by your Mommy’s house and grab your diaper bag. Of course, if this is going to become a regular thing, maybe I need to keep a fully stocked bag at my place too.” At her current volume, Jamie was sure anyone near the door now realized the large pastel bag she had carried in with her was not some clunky purse but a fully stocked mobile changing station.

“Can you please keep it down? The entire shop is going to know what is happening in here?” His best hope at keeping some dignity for when he did eventually leave this restroom was to get her to quiet down.

“Is that how you ask someone to do something?”

“No, please lower your voice, Auntie Becca?”

“Better! Now let’s get you cleaned up and out of here.” With that, she began pulling out the needed supplies, beginning with his changing mat.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Honey Bear, you’re too big for the changing station, and I’m not going to have you lie directly on the floor.”

“No, I mean, we don’t need any of that; just give me another pair of training pants.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but your Mommy was pretty clear that you were to be in diapers for the remainder of the day.”

“Please!” Maybe if he at least asked nicely, she would allow it. Alizabeth would surely be more understanding if Becca went along with it.

“I don’t know; I would hate for you to get in trouble with your Mommy.”

“I could change into a diaper before she gets home. She wouldn’t know. Please, Auntie Becca." At this point he was willing to beg for her mercy, even if that mercy was just a slightly less embarrassing undergarment than a full-fledged diaper.

“Did I just hear that you want me to lie for you?

“It’s not a lie; we just wouldn’t tell her everything. At worst it is a small fib.

“Enough, on your back now, eyes on the ceiling!” Realizing he had overstepped in his suggested deception, he lay down, hoping that if he was well-behaved from here on out, Becca would at least not tell Alizabeth about it.

As he lay there, staring at the roof, he realized that a more terrifying aspect of Becca was now present, silence. Throughout their long friendship, Jamie had come to learn that when silence overtook her, it was best to do everything possible to get her mind off what had caused it.

“Umm, what were you up to today?” She remained silent as she slid his pants off and tore off the sides of his trainers.

“I could have just slid those off for you.” Maybe an attempt at assistance would break the silence.

“Mommy lets me put them on myself.” Nothing; Becca’s silence remained undeterred.

“Becca, I’m sorry, I…” Jamie had looked from the ceiling to Becca to make his apology, but he had not expected to be looking straight down her low-hanging collar, getting more than a peek at her floral-design bra.

“Really, first you ask me to lie, and now you’re perving on my chest!”

“No, I was trying to apologize; I didn’t know you were wearing such a revealing shirt.” Jamie, at least, could be relieved she had finally spoken, though her volume seemed to have reached new heights.

“First off, I told you to keep your eyes on the ceiling, and second, only a big baby prone to premature accidents would think this shirt is revealing.”

“I wouldn’t call them premature.”

“Says the big baby whose little thingy is really trying to show off for me now.” Jamie wanted to argue but knew a more prolonged look down her shirt would have proved her words true, so he turned his eyes back to the ceiling.

“Damn it!”

“What? I haven’t done anything else!”

“Do you want the bad news or the really bad news first?” Exasperated, Jamie could only imagine what he could have done now. He just wanted to be done with this interaction.

“Do you want the bad news or the really bad news first?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, the bag only has your nighttime diapers in it…”

“Great, I can waddle all the way home.”

“… and a onesie for a change of clothes.” A new wave of panic rushed over Jamie.

“What do you mean? I can’t go out there in just a onesie and literally the thickest diapers I have!”

“You may have to, I’m sorry, Honey Bear.”

“Maybe you can rush home or to a nearby store and grab something to wear; I can wait a bit longer here.” As if some unknown force had heard his willingness to wait and determined that he had held up the world long enough, a knock on the door and a polite voice asking if everything was okay ruined any such plan of further waiting.

“Doesn’t sound like that is going to work. Look, you only have to make it to the parking deck.” Becca had quickened her pace, giving little care to the sounds coming from her fluffing the diaper.

“The parking deck is like half a mile from here.”

“Lift up for me. I’m really sorry, but I don’t think there is anything else that can be done.” Becca had the diaper fastened on quicker than he thought possible and was pulling Jamie to a sitting position.

“Maybe you could go grab your car and come back. I’ll stay here.” Becca was already pulling the onesie over his head.

“I really don’t think anyone in the store is going to be okay with you taking even more time up in their bathroom. Can you stand for me so I can get to the snaps?” As Becca began work on the snaps, he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the full glory of the beige-colored onesie and the giant teddy bear on the chest area and the clearly oversized diaper peeking out through the leg holes.

He wondered if there was any silver lining to be pulled from this experience. There only seemed to be one, and with that he looked down at Becca on her knees, fidgeting with the snaps, and peered back down at her gaping shirt collar.

“Almost done, just let me see what I can do about it being so obvious.” As Becca did her best to help, Jamie knew that it was all for show; he knew there was no making his situation less obvious. This entire situation was ridiculous. Any other man with a woman on her knees in front of him would be getting serviced in a completely different way; there would be no need to sneak peeks, and no need to imagine her adjusting his diaper and onesie was something for more adult and pleasurable. He barely registered that his thumb had made its way to his mouth; he was so close, the entire situation fading from him, only a growing warmth, a warmth that was surely a prelude to an exploding pleasure, was felt in that moment; he only needed to keep imagining Becca’s prodding as something more seductive.

“Phew, glad we got you in that diaper.” Becca’s declaration pulled him from his daydream.

“Huh?” As the fog cleared from his brain, he realized that the growing warmth had been nothing more than him using his diaper for its intended purpose, and even now that he was aware, he was failing to stop himself from adding to it.

“Idwidntmeanto.”

“Aw, don’t worry about that, but maybe you would prefer your paci?” Jamie, realizing that his thumb was still securely in his mouth, pulled it out and tried to regain his composure, but before he could better explain himself, Becca had shoved a pacifier in his mouth.

“Let’s get out of here.” With that Becca took hold of Jamie’s hand and began leading him out the door, but just as they were stepping through the threshold into the knowing eyes of those who had patiently waited, Becca said without looking at him “Your Mommy is going to give you one sore tushie when she hears about your willingness to fib… and for peeking down my shirt twice.”

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ippipo · 18 hours ago

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self aware caleb

you somehow managed to convince andy to leave without suspicion in the morning, although the sly man in his phone wasn't convinced with your excuses and abrupt change in your mood. caleb was resting in your room and it took everything to prevent your friend from finding him.

"i can bring you pads before i leave," andy pops in making you gasp, thinking he already left. "no, it's okay!" you squeak out nervously, sighing in relief when he finally leaves.

you shut your door and lean your back against it, sliding down and sitting there for a few minutes.

"y/n?"

you hear a muffled voice from your bedroom. you get on your feet with a grunt and go to your kitchen, bringing some water for the man in your bed.

you hold in your laugh when you see the lanky ass dude wrapped into a burrito in your sheets, hair dishelved and the aftermath of a good night's sleep (drool stains lmao) very evident. you waltz closer to him and push his hair back that was covering his forehead.

"drink some water, loser," you bring the glass towards his face. he remains still, looking at you with a blank expression. you blink twice when you realize that his hands were wrapped inside your sheets.

you bring the rim of the glass towards his lips, ignoring the way your cheeks were heating up. caleb wasn't doing any better, his ears were turning pink and his cheeks had a sunkissed glow, which you assumed was from the heat of being in your thick sheets.

those few seconds passed by very slowly. each gulp made his adam's apple bob and you couldn't help but stare at his jawline, unholy thoughts consuming your mind in that process.

you hear a groan coming from him, indicating you to turn away the glass. you apologize and move it away, trying not to stare at the water droplets sliding down the sides of his mouth towards his neck, slowly reaching his colla- "ahem," he coughs to get your attention. "too hot?" he asks with a smug expression.

"huh?" you were too dazed to comprehend whatever he was saying. "oh- what? sorry, i wasn't paying attention," you recover. "clearly, you were too busy being horny," he teases, making you blush. you quickly hide your shyness by playfully punching his arm.

"shut up, i was looking at the drool on your face. you're such a messy sleeper," you point out, trying to divert the topic. he shoots an amused smile towards you before wiping the spot around his mouth.

"gone?" he asks.

"mhm."

you prepare to leave when he tugs at your hand, causing you to stumble and fall onto your bed. he puts you in a gentle headlock while his other hand is comfortably wrapped around your waist. his back was pressed into you, and you definitely didn't ignore the feeling of something hard rubbing against your butt.

caleb was slightly aware of the effect he had on you, and he finally gets to experiment with it. sly fucker.

"will you tell me what happened to your back now?" you ask the question that's been eating you alive since he arrived. he groans in annoyance, "can't i tell you tomorrow?" he whines.

"no, you rat. i won't let you stay here if you don't tell me," you threaten. "fine, fine," he mumbles before turning you to face him, manhandling you in a way. you suddenly hold in your breath, realising how close your faces were.

it gets worse when he pulls you closer to him by your waist, his hands sliding down your back just enough to grope your ass, but not quite there yet. you try not to gasp when you feel his cold fingers brush against your exposed lower back.

"i entered this world with the help of some confidential technology in skyhaven. i had to travel through the fabric of time and space, and enter a specific wormhole that led to this universe. i wasn't exactly well-versed in this area and got attacked by a few wanderers before i reached the wormhole entrance. i tried to escape quickly because i wasn't in the mood to fight but one of them got an opening. so that explains the wound." he explains.

you nod along as he spoke more about it, some of the information going over your head but most of it shocking you. you take a whiff of his scent subtly, although he notices it due to going through years of training. he's not a colonel for no reason. "are you done sniffing me like a dog?" he teases you.

"asshole, let me fix you up," you say, upset not at his remark but that he would go through all that for you. no one's ever done that and it felt so fucking nice to be someone's first and only choice.

he grumbles out incoherent words while turning around, abruptly removing his shirt and you thanked all forces when you saw the blessed sight of his back. the bruise on his back wasn't serious, just alarmingly red. you take your first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet and rub some ointment on it to ease the pain.

"thanks, doggy."

you reply with a slap on his bruise making him wince in pain.

he turns towards you, giving you the pleasure of looking at his bare chest and chiseled abdomen. you were nearly drooling at the sight, an animalistic urge to lick his abs surfacing through your brain, making you slap yourself. "ouch, are you alright?" caleb asks while laughing.

"you seem like you're enjoying it more than being concerned about me," you state while rubbing your cheek. "you seem like you're enjoying the sight," he retorts, making you pout.

you stick your tongue out at him and set the first aid kit aside, crawling into bed next to him. it felt like you've known him for years with how easy it was for you to be domestic around him.

you feel the familiar bulge pressing against your butt as he spoons you, and you can feel his smirk though he wasn't facing you entirely. your body jerks when you feel his cold fingers brush against your neck. he pushes your hair away from your face, brushing it behind your ear. you shiver when you feel the cold fingertips against your earlobe.

arousal instantly pools in your loins when you feel a soft groan coming from him when you move again, the bulge growing slightly bigger, larger even.

"i might do something you may or may not like," he whispers against your ear which doesn't help at all. not wanting to appear the only one affected, you challenge him. "have you considered i might do something you may like?"

you, yourself were surprised at the sheer boldness in your voice. your pussy throbs when you hear him groan, much louder and clearer now. you decide to take it as a sign to continue, a new found confidence emerging within. you slowly grind against his bulge and gasp when you feel him grip your waist tightly, trying to stop you from moving, but it was really just him trying to control himself.

his grip was tight enough to leave a bruise, not a painful one though. you wince when you feel his nails dig into your plush skin, making him loosen his grip.

"you really are something," he lets out, a desperate undertone in his voice that made you cave in to temptation. his knee parts your legs and nestles itself between them, right at your core.

you grind against it as your wetness increases rapidly. "just like that, princess," he praises.

your movements accelerate as you feel your clit throb, soft moans eliciting as your desire for something bigger, something raw, increases. "please," you beg desperately. "please what, baby?" he teases you, making you let out a frustrated whine.

"i want y-your fingers," you let out between moans. you gasp when he suddenly flips you onto your back with ease. your breath hitches when you notice the way his pupils were dilated, an inexplicable glint present behind those gorgeous eyes. beads of sweat slide down his temple, making everything all the more hotter than it already was, literally and figuratively.

his lips attach themselves to yours, molding with each other as if it were meant to be. his neediness was as clear as day, and you weren't any better. his tongue works its way inside your mouth, exploring the wet cavern. he smirks against your lips when he hears you whine.

you frown in disappointment when he pulls away, only to replace it with a dazed smile as he leaves wet kisses against your jaw, moving lower to your neck.

he sucks on the side of your neck leaving a mark where it was gonna be so very visible to everyone. you moan when you feel his teeth graze against your skin as he nips on it. he continues his ministrations, leaving hickies all over your neck and collarbone, marking you as his.

he pulls your shirt up to your neck, taking a moment to admire your tits before marking them all over hungrily. he attaches his lips to your left nipple, while his fingers toy with the other. "you're so beautiful," he breathes out in between. you try not to be affected with the way his gaze pierces into you as he continues toying with your breasts.

his spit stains your skin in such a way that it makes your nipples more sensitive. he shifts to the other breast, doing the same movements that leave you panting for more.

he quickly undresses your lower body without you realising it, too dazed to think properly. he lets out a ragged breath when he notices how wet you were, slick gathering near your folds. your breath hitches when you feel his warm breath against your pussy.

without wasting anymore time, he dives in to give your pussy a long sloppy lick, making you let out a breathy moan. his tongue dives in and out of your slit, not giving you time to adjust to the feeling.

"caleb!" you gasp when you feel his thumb circle harshly against your clit. his tongue works wonders on your pussy, not letting you catch a break with the way it explored your insides. "you taste so good, sweetheart." his remark makes your pussy clench. your hands travel to his hair, tugging at the silky strands eliciting a moan out of him.

before you could register every sensation, he starts sucking on your clit, hands making their way under your shirt. his fingers toy with your nipples, overwhelming you with having dual stimulation as you let out soft moans and whimpers.

he retracts his right hand and brings it down to your cunt, your slick acting as lube. his long, slender, slightly cold fingers circle your slit, while his tongue busies itself on your clit and his left hand plays with your breast.

he plunges two fingers in without a warning making your wince at the sting which slowly turned into sheer pleasure. "hah- that feels so good!" you let out when you feel his fingers move in a wave-like manner inside you. he moans at your voice, sending vibrations straight to your clit, amplifying the pleasure.

he goes on to knead your other breast, loving the way you writhe against him. he licks a long stripe against your pussy before going back to stimulating your clit.

his fingers work your insides relentlessly, aiming at the spongy spot that made you arch your back. your legs close onto his head in a crushing manner but all you received was a husky moan. clearly, the man loves it.

"don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, oh my god, don't stop," you blabber as you feel a familiar build-up in your lower belly.

his hand that was initially kneading your tits was now gripping your thigh, slapping it harshly to leave a print making your pussy clench around his fingers. "caleb, i'm close!" you moan out loud. "cum for me, princess," he groans against your clit, increasing your pleasure tenfold.

your hips buck as your orgasm hits you violently, tears forming at the corner of your eyes when you feel his fingers and mouth continue despite your orgasm. you tug weakly at his hair, trying to pull away from the exploding pleasure.

you moan helplessly as he continues overstimulating your poor cunt before finally stopping. you pant breathlessly, gasping for air.

you watch as he licks his fingers, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy your nectar. "you like that, doggy?" his nickname making you frown, not liking it one bit. "no, it was so underwhelming. two outta ten," you reply with a grin.

"oh, really? then i must've been dreaming when i saw someone whining like a slut," he says with a cocky tone, shifting to trap your hands on top of your head with one hand, while the other grips your jaw. you squirm in anticipation, your already flushed face turning warmer as you felt arousal pooling once again. his fingers caress your jaw, tracing your skin gently but with a sense of possessiveness hidden behind his actions.

he leans in to kiss you roughly, teeth grazing against your lower lip while his hand moves lower to grip your neck, just tightly enough to make you want more.

when he pulls away, he takes a moment to admire the mess he made. your lips were swollen, your chest and neck were scattered with hickeys and you were flushed, still recovering from your intense orgasm.

he groans when he hears your doorbell ring, falling back faceflat onto the bed as you scramble to make yourself look presentable in front of whoever that was.

you grab your turtle neck from your closet and wear your shorts, ignoring the slick feeling near your core from your recent endeavours. caleb wasn't pleased with the way your nipples were sticking out in that thin material of the turtle neck. only he gets to see that sight, no one else.

"stop," he says, making you turn towards him. "what?" you raise a brow, looking nearly judgemental. "wear this," he says before throwing his jacket towards you. you catch it and wear it quickly before leaving to check up on the unknown visitor.

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riddlerosehearts · 2 days ago

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okay but. in trey's dream, leona says he feels sorry for riddle because his two underlings are both dreaming of changing who the boss is. and then idia agrees and says that people like cater and trey are scary because they smile and hide their true feelings while secretly being dissatisfied with riddle and wishing someone else was the dorm leader. and i'm guessing, as i haven't ventured into the tags yet, that while i waited to be able to watch an english translation the rest of the fandom spent the last few days taking leona and idia's words at face value and hating on trey and having discourse over this!

but my first thought? was that those two couldn't be more wrong, and that cater and trey were subconsciously being so kind to riddle. seriously. they can't imagine the trauma his mother caused him being entirely gone, that's just too far off from reality and what they know, but they can imagine it being softened a little. they can imagine him being allowed to start healing instead of spending his first year at school getting worse and worse. they can dream of a world where riddle doesn't have the stressful responsibility of being dorm leader, a responsibility that contributed to keeping him under his mother's thumb by allowing him to tyrannize the dorm and force his obsession with rules on everyone else. cater dreamt that he was dorm leader and riddle was not only a normal card soldier, but a DJ for cater's parties, and having a fun time! trey dreamt that chenya not only went to NRC with them but became the dorm leader--that the happy trio of their childhood was reunited and riddle would be known as a great student who others could always ask for help, who lets himself feel free to eat what he wants instead of continuing to follow his mother's rules. both cater and trey's perfect dream worlds took away riddle's role as dorm leader, something that for his whole first year at NRC had served to prolong his trauma, and replaced it with him remaining a normal student so heartslabyul could be a safe place where he was free from his mother's influence instead. that's just so sweet it makes me want to cry.

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #cater diamond #riddle rosehearts #chenya #twst #yeah this one is going in the main tags #even though i wrote most of it while in the middle of my liveblog #because i am SURE there's been trey discourse again after his dream #twst book 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #star.txt

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Hi!

Long time no see....

I did TRY to get this finished as soon as I could, but between the rollercoaster of 'Are You Sure?!', the hellscape that Jikook spaces (on Twitter/X and Tumblr) became (and honestly were already...), and trying to shorten everything down, it took a good while.

But I refuse to keep this past 2024, so here's an gift for the holidays (or maybe not considering the word count 🫥)!

I wanted to articulate exactly what my thoughts and concerns were, especially since this is a more serious topic regarding Jimin’s work and art, but I don’t think it came off that well before.

Hopefully I do better this time!

I’ve seen the many anons that were spamming your and other Jikookers’ inboxes the second WHO and MUSE released because “OMG Jimin said she/her!! He’s single and looking for a woman to love!” became the newest narrative.

While I do think it would be perfectly okay for him to want a female partner, it does make me slightly upset and sad, that people resorted to being homophobic and honestly misogynistic as a response. There is a way to discuss Jimin's potential romantic partners without being nasty to queer fans or possibly invalidating Jimin’s identity (especially since it is not likely that he’d ever fully come out (if he is queer/bi) in the way most people think nor want, given where he lives and his line of work).

Even the way people were talking about women was questionable. Going on about how it is outrageous for Jimin to deny himself the chance to be with a woman, have a biological family, and overall is wasting himself on Jungkook (if they are in a romantic relationship).

Making women out to be objects for men to use and only worth making/raising families, the homophobic rhetoric towards the longevity of queer relationships and same sex parents, as well as the blatant disrespect to Jungkook (that he’s “not enough” or “not right” for Jimin). If someone thinks that Jikook are nothing but platonic friends, that is perfectly fine. But to degrade their bond, as well as Jimin and Jungkook’s characters, is just unnecessarily cruel.

In regards to your response, I would love for nothing more than to say that it helped with my understanding of Jimin and MUSE, but I’m honestly not completely sure of that….

My first ask was sent right after the behind video for MUSE dropped, so before some of your posts that you linked about MUSE and WHO were posted (though I did read them again!).

Before I continue, I do want to make a few things clear:

I’m not stuck on any of my assumptions or thoughts being the “correct” way to interpret MUSE.

I’m not here to convince anyone that Jikook isn’t in a romantic relationship. I’m honestly really just confused.

I don’t need anyone to convince me that Jikook is still real.

I’m simply having a conversation and trying to process my thoughts and MUSE with someone that I trust and respect. Do I always agree with everything said? No, in fact disagreeing with others (Storm in this case) is how I tend to find out how I feel or think about a topic or situation.

I’ve done a lot of thinking about what exactly has been confusing me with MUSE, and I’ve narrowed it down to three main topics or questions: Is MUSE a conceptual album?, Is WHO how Jimin actually feels?, and What does this all mean for Jikook?

This is going to be long, I’m sorry in advance!

IS MUSE A CONCEPTUAL ALBUM?

Initial Thoughts

Since I’m used to Jimin’s recent work, FACE and his Photofolio, having lots of Jimin’s own inspirations and ideas tied into it, like Greek Mythology, German Poetry, Robert Mapplethorpe’s Imagery and Work, ect, with the title being MUSE, the idea that Jimin was going to vaguely write about his inspirations or muses (how Closer Than This is considered for ARMY) seemed likely to me.

Then as the track titles were revealed to be more romantic sounding, it felt like he may have used the concept of love to better articulate another deeper message. Or that he chose to write about a fictional love and focused more on vocal and production styles, in a similar way to what Jungkook did with Golden.

Post MMM

While watching the MMM video for the first time, I was confused because Jimin had mentioned MUSE being more vague (or conceptual) than FACE but that WHO was his “feelings” after the previous tracks. Ultimately, I took that as him wanting to write about love but not having current personal experiences to pull from, so he decided to make up a fictional love story/crush, and then WHO comes at the end being like “actually that’s not true. i’m not in love, though i want to be.”

Then I saw this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/just-orbiting-you/756542511466643456/muse-is-a-concept-album?

I went back to watch MMM immediately, and was almost horrified at how I managed to miss or maybe interpret parts of Jimin and Namjoon’s conversation differently.

JM: I really tried to express all the emotions I felt at the time. “What do you talk about these days?” “How are things going?” Those were things Pdogg asked me about and I felt that it had been a while since I felt excited about something.

RM: Oh, over something.

JM: Yeah. We hadn’t been active as a team for a while either. I was working hard, I wanted to do well and was trying but it felt like it had been a long time since I was immersed in something or felt excited about something.

RM: So, since your life felt really bland, you expressed your different feelings through Muse?

JM: I tried to capture that in my album. I set my album like this, from tracks one through five, those emotions compared to having a crush and confessing my feelings.

RM: Having a crush is exciting.

JM: Exactly! So I share how I feel, then in track six which is the title track, I go, “no, that wasn’t really true”. “When will I feel excited about something again?”

RM: Then does it connect to Face in any way?

JM: Not really. It’s not that connected.

RM: Face was then?

JM: Those were my emotions then. Getting clarity, and this time it’s just vague.

With this in mind, as well as the fact that BOTH Jimin and Namjoon talked about Jimin’s work, singing, and idol identity more than anything to do with love, made the idea that search for love = search for his inspiration/excitement with his art more possible.

MUSE Behinds

Then the Behinds for Muse dropped….

Which led to my first ask:

https://stormblessed95.tumblr.com/post/758126579695190016/hi-ok-so-i-just-rewrote-everything-i-wanted-to

Looking back now, I don’t think I presented WHY I was so conflicted after that video that well in my initial ask.

JM: This album has a lot of cheerful songs. But I wanted to try a different approach for just the title track. There will be a lot of fun songs.

JM: It was harder to write the lyrics this time. I had to pretend to go through experiences I haven’t had before. I’ll explain it one by one in more detail later.

So I know a lot of people have been using the “pretend to go through experiences I haven’t had before” to explain the “looking for love” vibes of WHO, but my understanding of Jimin saying this was that it’s towards the first five tracks (where he sings about having a crush and falling in love). While both relate to it being a concept, it being about the rest of the album (the love part) does make it sound like he’s currently single.

JB (Jon): *interpreting Jimin’s ideas* I’d like to fall in love. I wanna, I’ll do what it takes to fall in love. I still don’t feel it, so what is my heart waiting for?

JM (Through the Translator): It’s just a bit sentimental, so it doesn’t get too intense like, “Where is she?” It doesn’t get too depressing.

JM: It’s not supposed to be sad or anything.

Translator: He’s not like, not too deep into it. He’s like “This is what I’m feeling right now”.

JM: It’s kind of embarrassing to explain emotions. It feels like someone found my diary.

Translator: Thank you for explaining everything so honestly.

JM: My ears are red. *touches ears*

I really do want to hear more of what Jimin told Jon directly about his (Jimin’s) vision for the song.

While Jimin still could be working through the idea of a concept about his inspiration, when he says “It feels like someone found my diary”, to me it really did sound more personal to him than expected.

Especially to be getting so embarrassed about it.

JM: I’ve poured all my emotions into this, so I was very embarrassed just now. Even though they just wanted to ask about the story I wanted to tell. It’s just, everyone…. *laughs*

JM: Everyone’s just living alone, right? That’s what it is.

Yes, technically he does LIVE ALONE or he could have been using the feeling of not having that excitement to being alone….

But I'm curious as to what he meant by “everyone’s just living alone, right?” within the context of WHO, MUSE, or even in general?

Producer: If the album is going to be all about expressing the process, we could just go all out conceptual.

Producer: I thought we could do a story with a specific concept, and I thought it’d be great if we chose a name for a band.

With SGMB, the confusion for me was more about them mentioning it being about “expressing the process” and being conceptual after I had thoughts about WHO being more personal.

Now I wonder if they meant the process of falling in love.

Response to Your Thoughts

I really liked your take on the title of MUSE and relating it to inspiration and the Muses of Greek Mythology. It fits in line with what we’ve seen from Jimin, as well as what I was initially expecting.

Like I said above, after going back and paying attention to what they were saying (I literally typed out the entire video to go over 💀), the search for his inspiration and a version of himself that he’s fully satisfied with seemed likely to be the concept of MUSE.

Rejecting WHO, because “he didn’t write it”, feels not only disrespectful, but stupid to do so. It’d be one thing if Jimin had clearly stated that he had no connection to the lyrics/story and just liked the song that was given to him (though this is still weird, because him liking the song and presenting it to fans is valid and important). But that’s not what happened.

If he is explaining his search for inspiration through the idea of romance, that is incredibly smart and endearing of him. It shows me how much his work and art matter to him. That he’s willing to work on bettering himself (even if I thought he was already amazing) to achieve even better results that he can truly be proud of.

While I can see where topics surrounding his sexuality can come into play with WHO, more so with the MV, I’m under the impression that Jimin has come to terms with any gender expression or sexuality issues he’s had a long while ago. But still, even if he is accepting of who he is, others (ARMY, South Korea, The World, ect) might not be.

I’m happy though that even while in this search (whether for inspiration, satisfaction, or love) that he’s still able to be happy and content with where he is at and who he is.

Producers’ and Jimin’s Thoughts

Hearing that MUSE was born after Jimin was so excited to work on music, especially considering the darker topics discussed in FACE, makes me so unbelievably happy. The songs ending up as upbeat and hopeful, even romantic, really does make sense in that context.

But I'm honestly more and more confused the more people talk about this album.

The producers say the album is about looking for some imaginary woman, while every song other than WHO is gender neutral. Even with WHO, we are shown a version that was gender neutral.

“He’s a Korean Idol. He’s going to be portrayed as straight!”

So why is Jimin not following that?

Most (if not all) of what I hear him talk about in relation to MUSE is gender neutral. I don’t have an issue with Jimin making love songs about women, but make it consistent with the rest of the album that THEY (Jimin and Producers) wrote then!

Is it Personal or Conceptual?

Yes…

It's true that conceptual doesn’t have to mean fake, but the question I’m often left with is “In what way is this album conceptual?” Is it his search for inspiration and excitement of his work through a romantic lens OR is it his search for his person through a made up love story?

The idea of most of the album being love songs about a made up relationship/crush just to be like “I’m actually single and alone!”, does frustrate me a little. Like he’s an Idol, it’s already assumed that he’s single.

“Please misunderstand”, Park Jimin, what does this mean??

At first I thought maybe he meant him being in a relationship, because the songs (up until WHO) read as him confessing to someone or telling ARMY about his partner. But WHO exists on the album… so that narrative is already clear.

So is he not LOOKING FOR A WOMAN? Or is he not SINGLE?

Is the album not about his LOVE LIFE but his work?

Because ANY of those would actually make more sense to misunderstand.

Why is he releasing this in the military? I’d understand if he was planning on revealing a partner, but based on what Jimin, the producers, and WHO are saying, he’s single. So is he announcing that he’s looking for love once he’s discharged? Then we go back to it being assumed that he is already single… and not going to lie, that is a little strange to announce? Why make an entire album for that?

Why is Closer Than This on the album? I’m desperately hoping it’s not some sick way of saying “At least I got ARMY”..... and then what is Letter for?

IS WHO HOW JIMIN ACTUALLY FEELS?

The Song

So the only song that Jimin doesn’t have writing credits on is supposed to be the one depicting his “true feelings”... Interesting.

According to the producers, the song was born out of Jimin having trouble relating to a love serenade they were trying to write initially, and thus ends up asking himself if he can ever really love someone. With the song apparently being about the reality of feeling lonely and melancholy, and asking yourself where the person for you is , it does make me think that he hasn’t been in a long term romantic relationship for years, if it’s directly about Jimin and not just the concept of the song.

“He’s an Idol, of course he’ll say he’s single and doesn’t know what love is!”

Ok, but why mention it at all?

I could maybe see Jimin not being out to his producers (or more so with his possible relationship with Jungkook), but it’s also not hard to just take him at his word (via the producers) that he’s unfamiliar with romantic love.

Jimin mentions that when he meets up with friends, they’re all feeling similarly flat. I wonder if that flatness is towards not being in a relationship or feeling uninspired with life and/or work? He goes on to say it’s not a sad or scary feeling, but it’s also not exciting. This could go for either concept (Love or Work) to be honest.

The MV

Initially with the MV, I just saw Jimin dancing with girls trying to find the one but ending up alone (in line with the song). The only thing that I really had trouble processing was the billboard…

I’ve read through multiple analyses of the MV since my first viewing, and I’ve noticed a lot more details that are somewhat questionable.

Auto Calibration being the main one as it flashes on screen after Jimin dances with men and then leads into him dancing with women. This does give some queer vibes, and makes me interested in what “story” Jimin had in mind with WHO as the choreo also has similar vibes too.

Jimin mentioning people instead of just women as potential options when passing by is also interesting, especially when he has mostly talked about this album gender neutrally.

The billboard with SOMEONE’S EYES dropping after Jimin sings “Who is my heart waiting for?” does seem as though it's an answer for Jimin, or maybe others. Especially when WHO with NO QUESTION MARK and Keep Going are written on it. In my opinion, it does resemble Jungkook's eyes. But I find it hard to take it as a promotion of some sort when it quite literally interrupts the MV, seemingly for no reason, instead of being a poster in the back.

Then of course, there is the insane potential connection of Taeyang, someone Jimin is a known fan of and is now friends with, showcasing his then girlfriend (now wife) on a billboard in a MV….

The Choreo

Most of the choreo just matches with the lyrics, but there are some parts that I found interesting.

During a Chorus part Jimin joins up with SIX OTHER MEN. I don’t know if this is supposed to be a BTS reference or just formations. But what is the point of having SIX when there is only FIVE later for the girls vs boys part? Why not just keep the seven men (including Jimin) and have seven girls? Where’d the other guy even go?

Next in Verse Two when Jimin sings about “taking her places they ain’t found yet, putting it all on the line, and being that someone she can count on”, he dances with two men. Why? Would it not be better for him to do some sort of partner choreo here?

In the bridge, he repeats “who is my heart, heart waiting for?” as he passes by BOTH WOMEN AND MEN. Sure he only tries to match with women, but he’s a kpop idol and the song uses female pronouns, so that’s expected. I’m sure the male dancers were most likely included just to have it look better, but considering Jimin saying people when talking about it, the gender neutral version of the song, and that Jimin was involved with the choreo, it’s something to consider!

Jimin also keeps mentioning the choreo feeling like a short film or musical, which makes all the film (play, pause, rewind) details in the MV fit.

I am a bit disappointed that he, once again, warned fans about him interacting with women in the choreo. Even to the point of saying “moments that you might find uncomfortable” and “please don’t be too disappointed”

This is part of the reason I’m genuinely confused if this was to be some big “ARMY I’m dating/going to date!” announcement, because why would he care??? He mentions that “it is part of the grand scheme of things”, does that just refer to the story aspect of the choreo or is there more to it?

His conversations with his friends come up again, about how there are few instances to feel really strong emotions and him thinking “Should I start feeling more passion?” while making WHO, and that the writers of WHO worded the story he wanted to tell in such a lovely way.

The choreo has a lot of fun theatrical elements as he seems to want to express a lot of picturesque scenes, and the dance suits him while being simpler and fresh. But he’s still concerned about how to express the emotions for this song, as it isn't a sad song, but it does kind of become one towards the end.

Jimin’s Truth

If he is being up front about his romantic past, then I really do hope he finds his person, whoever they might be.

Park Jimin OF ALL PEOPLE deserves to love and be loved!

WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN FOR JIKOOK?

Being More Open

I know Jimin, and all idols, needs to be careful when talking about love. It’s why I’m so confused as to why this concept, and why now? Though with Jin stating that he wrote Falling for someone, maybe this is just part of BTS being more honest and open.

I do want to take Jimin and Jungkook’s words and actions seriously, however part of what has been said about MUSE and WHO from Jimin and his producers, does make me question if I (and the rest of us) were mistaken of what the nature of their bond is.

Why Does It Matter?

I think part of the reason that it's important to me to know if Jimin is legitimately saying he’s single, is that I do want to respect him and his words.

“So why were you shipping him with his bandmate?”

Personally I’ve always left room for doubt when it comes to Jikook. It’s not everything I think about in terms of BTS, Jimin, and/or Jungkook. Nor is it the end of the world for me if they’re simply platonic friends. I just thought Jikook seemed like they were/are dating.

Now I’m a little confused on where I stand, and knowing what MUSE and WHO are about in relation to Jimin would help. I know you obviously can’t know exactly. But I’m hoping I’ll get something other than “Jikook is real! Stop doubting them! You’re projecting your internalized homophobia!” OR “Jikook isn’t real! Jimin is straight and looking for a woman!”

Random AYS Interjection

I did want to finish this before Are You Sure premiered because I didn't want to keep talking about this past then and really didn’t think I had that much more to say.

But as I was going through my ask, your response to me, your posts you linked, my notes on Jimin’s video, the new videos that were being uploaded, and other anons and bloggers opinions, I realized this was going to take longer than I thought.

Part of me was also curious if my thoughts on MUSE would change how I saw Jikook in Are You Sure. Honestly my surprise when I didn’t find anything that pointed to them breaking up or being just platonic, was nothing compared to seeing that my opinion was uncommon to quite a few in the Jikook Community….

“What about the Car Conversation?!?!”

OK???? What about it?

Honestly, watching people discover that Jimin and Jungkook were busy and missing each other (or at least quality time) in 2023 for the first time this August was interesting to say the least…

We could get into the abuse and bullying allegations, calling Jimin being anti romantic over things taken out of context or making it into some weird narrative that Jimin doesn’t love Jungkook as much or that he sees their relationship as the Devil, or the fifty other weird things some of y’all said on your "Jikook Supporter" blogs…

But this is about MUSE, so THAT RANT will have to wait!

Final Conclusion

I’m still confused, but I do think after reviewing things that there is more to MUSE than I think. Especially with stories and theatrics being involved in so much of the concept.

I really just want to know what MUSE is about. The misunderstanding thing was fun for like a couple days, now it just makes me anxious and stressed. But maybe it was supposed to be like this 😔

Thank you for actually responding to my first ask so nicely and being willing to have this discussion with me!

Sorry this response took forever, hopefully it's somewhat decent 😭

Hope you're doing well, and are having a good holiday!

— Nice Muse Anon 🎨

I'm going to cry. I typed this whole fucking thing up. And it got deleted. So here we go again 😭

Hi love, I'm going to do this in a bit of a direct response thing. Copy what you say in red and then reply to it and so forth. Here we go. It won't be EVERYTHING you say, just the parts I wanted to make a comment about....

But I refuse to keep this past 2024, so here's an gift for the holidays (or maybe not considering the word count 🫥)!

And yet here I am months later. Sorry!

Your first 3 opening paragraphs about homophobia and misogyny.... Hard preach!

IS MUSE A CONCEPTUAL ALBUM?

Agreed

Yes someone else wrote WHO, but we’re literally told AND shown that Jimin was involved when they wrote it. That Jimin himself explained what he wanted to express through the song. Along with his further involvement with the MV and the choreo. If he is explaining his search for inspiration through the idea of romance, that is incredibly smart and endearing of him. It shows me how much his work and art matter to him. That he’s willing to work on bettering himself (even if I thought he was already amazing) to achieve even better results that he can truly be proud of.

Agreed x 2

It does make sense in that context!

“He’s a Korean Idol. He’s going to be portrayed as straight!” So why is Jimin not following that?

This is part of why he is beloved. Him and BTS. They do this all the time and queer or not, it's impactful and meaningful and special to so many people

Personally, I think it's option 1. People can have their own opinions though, no right or wrong answer. Some might even have other options they think it is

1000% fair and I can even agree a bit with that frustration. Mostly my frustration there is with the company and fans though that cultivated this environment for idols

I don't think he is announcing anything exactly. Like it's not a release meant to be for an announcement. If that makes sense. He isn't trying to inform people he is single and/or ready to mingle. He is trying to share emotions and a story. Why during MS? Idk.

Why is Closer Than This on the album? I’m desperately hoping it’s not some sick way of saying “At least I got ARMY”..... and then what is Letter for?

Usually singles that are released before albums get put on the album. Personally I think that was a one off goodbye song for ARMY before the army. I don't think it actually has anything to do with the album concepts or themes at all... Lol it just got stuck on the album because of release times. But that's just me and what do I actually know 🤷‍♀️

What is letter for? Good question. There are soooo many theories lmfao

IS WHO HOW JIMIN ACTUALLY FEELS?

The Song

Fair enough friend. I disagree but that's totally fair and valid feelings to have

“He’s an Idol, of course he’ll say he’s single and doesn’t know what love is!” Ok, but why mention it at all?

Because with the concept and theme being what they are, it would be discussed to hell and back (low-key hello is us in this post) and it's "damage control" regardless on how I feel about that, it's most likely what it is. No matter how annoying

I personally Don't form my opinions too much based on things that are second hand. I still take them into account for sure. But I don't put too too much stock into things that via someone else on behalf of any of BTS. Because really, they can just say anything. Now don't take this as me dismissing things said, because I'm not. I'm just clarifying for everyone that I form 85% of my opinions ONLY on things that are direct from Jimin himself and based directly on Jimins actions. Things are going to be influenced by personal bias always as well too

The MV

I think we are mostly just mostly on the same page with everything you said here

The Choreo

Again, mostly think we are on the same page about your thoughts here. Will just comment specially about....

Very fair and honestly same. Again, mostly in the fans and company that have cultivated that environment he feels like he has to operate in now. I do wish he would care less about it though.

Jimin just cares a lot and very deeply about everything that matters to him, which includes his job and his fans. As for the grand scheme comment, I personally think it's in regards to the story aspect of the choreo, but that's just me

With the amount of story elements, I’m considering the song being more of a way to describe his feelings about needing passion in his life than a detailed recount of his “failing love life”. It’s still his thoughts and feelings, but maybe expressed in a more digestible way for the audience. If he is being up front about his romantic past, then I really do hope he finds his person, whoever they might be. Park Jimin OF ALL PEOPLE deserves to love and be loved!

HARD AGREE!!

WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN FOR JIKOOK?

Between Jin saying he wrote falling for someone, and Joon with some of his songs and posts... And some other things and comments, I really really hope that they come out of MS feeling more free and giving less of a fuck about certain fans and their feelings about things. But only time will tell

Fair enough friend

I think part of the reason that it's important to me to know if Jimin is legitimately saying he’s single, is that I do want to respect him and his words.

Highlighting the respect part, because everyone should want to do the same

Yes

AYS comments....

Honestly, watching people discover that Jimin and Jungkook were busy and missing each other (or at least quality time) in 2023 for the first time this August was interesting to say the least…

It really brings back up that whole media literacy thing I keep bringing up people's lack of and as well as people's lack of understanding of relationships in general (platonic and romantic) doesn't it. Lol

Always willing to have any kind of discussion with you lovely 🎨! Either through asks or DMs.

Your conclusions

I’m still confused, but I do think after reviewing things that there is more to MUSE than I think. Especially with stories and theatrics being involved in so much of the concept.

I agree

I really just want to know what MUSE is about. The misunderstanding thing was fun for like a couple days, now it just makes me anxious and stressed. But maybe it was supposed to be like this 😔

JIMIN PLEASE. YOU ARE KILLING US. And this is for sure how it's going to stay. We are getting NOTHING more from him 😭😂

Thank you for actually responding to my first ask so nicely and being willing to have this discussion with me!

Fucking always. But I feel like I didn't actually DO anything for you here and I'm so sorry! I wish I could be more helpful for you in a discussion. Let me know if there are things I can give a more in depth opinion on if I haven't already?? I enjoy talking with you and hearing your thoughts!

~ Storm⛈️

#jikook #kookmin #jikook muse #Jimin muse

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what is the timeline of:

-Reed, Sue, and the Foundation leaving Johnny and Ben behind

-Ben and Johnny’s adventure in Marvel’s 2 in 1

-Peter getting mentally and physically hijacked by Otto

-Peter getting back into his own body and continuing Parker Industries and buying the Bacteria building

-Peter losing the Baxter Building and his company failing

-The FF come back home

Just wondering like timeline wise where all this stuff takes place? And maybe what comics, but beggars can’t be choosers fr. Thanks!!!

Okay, a rough timeline here. Sorry it took me forever to answer this, I'm going to try to start slowly going through my ask box and getting to a few easier to answer questions.

So, in chronological order:

Peter is bodyjacked by Otto starting with Amazing Spider-Man #698. (If you're going to read this period, be aware there's a bunch of side issues labeled things like ASM #699.1 and #ASM 700.1-700.5. No I don't know why they did this. Yes it does look stupid. #700.5 does have a brief, cute Spideytorch story that has nothing to do with Otto bodyjacking Peter.) Conveniently, when this happened, Johnny was in space with the rest of the Fantastic Four, his powers going haywire. This is in Matt Fraction's Fantastic Four run. Peter is mentally present for a while before Otto "erases" him from his mind. Otto never interacts with Johnny when he's in Peter's body.

Peter gets his body back in Superior Spider-Man #30. Do not bother reading this unless you have to, it won't make sense without the rest of Superior behind it. (In general I only recommend reading Superior if you need to for fic purposes or if you want to experience the worst of Dan Slott's impulses as a writer.) Just have these nice panels.

At this point, Spider-Man renumbered back to #1 with Amazing Spider-Man (2014). This is when Peter continues as CEO of Parker Industries.

There's quite a bit of canon between Peter regaining control of his body and Johnny being left behind by Reed and Sue. Most important for Spideytorch purposes is Robinson's Fantastic Four run, where Johnny loses his powers. Peter is a pretty big player in Johnny's plot here. Peter and Johnny also don't reunite until after Johnny has lost his powers.

(ASM (2014) #1)

He uses Peter as a personal taxi at this point.

(FF (2014) #14 and #642)

When Johnny gets his powers back, we're pretty much immediately plunged in Secret Wars (2015), a huge and actually well done comic event written by Jonathan Hickman. Basically! Reality is smashing into other realities and all of reality is going to be destroyed. Luckily Doom is here to make himself God King of Everything. When reality is restored by Reed via Franklin's powers and the Molecule Man, he and Sue take the children on a road trip to restore every universe. Ben and Johnny are left behind in the newly restored 616 universe. Extremely good comic, very plot focused.

Oh, by the way, Doom made Johnny the sun in Secret Wars. Like literally the sun.

(Secret Wars (2015) #3)

So that's fun. Iirc, he doesn't remember this, but Peter sure does! He was outside of the weird reality stuff that was going on (it's a whole thing) so he retains his memories from Battleworld.

This is when Johnny starts wearing the gold and black suit. He's on two teams at this point: the Inhumans and the Uncanny Avengers. Ben has left for space with the Guardians of the Galaxy. At some point between getting left by Reed and Sue and Ben leaving to join the Guardians, Ben and Johnny had some kind of spectacular fight. We have a couple of context clues that suggest it was about Reed and Sue, but we don't know exactly what went down. The important thing is that it was bad enough for Ben to leave for space. This becomes one of the Great Johnny Depression Eras.

Peter buys the Baxter Building in this period of time to hold it for Johnny until the Fantastic Four return. He moves Parker Industries into the Baxter Building as his New York headquarters.

(ASM (2015) #3)

I don't recommend a lot of ASM (2015) but Johnny was in it a lot. The one thing about Slott is that he's going to write some Spideytorch.

Peter loses the Baxter Building when he absolutely and knowingly trashes his own company during the Secret Empire event. It was fun as hell.

(ASM (2015) #31)

I am a fair and honest hater: when Slott sticks the landing, he really sticks it.

So yeah obviously Peter loses the building over this. Peter and Johnny do their usual blowing up at each other and then making up five minutes later, this time with added passive aggression. Spider-Man also returns to legacy numbering at this point.

(ASM #790)

This is when Johnny and Ben's big adventure in Marvel Two-in-One (2017) begins. A couple of cute Spideytorch moments in here and an arc that could have been incredible for Spideytorch but instead just kind of really sucks when it comes to Evil Peter characterization.

Fun fact: we still have zero idea how powerless Ben and Johnny got home or repowered because the series just kind of cuts off at #10 and then the last two issues take place after Reed and Sue's return. So that sucks.

(Marvel Two-in-One #4)

Look at Johnny's little face when Peter calls him his friend. This is one of my favorite Johnny costumes.

After Marvel Two-in-One, Johnny and Ben are reunited with Reed and Sue in Fantastic Four (2018) #1. And there you have it! A timeline of Johnny having a Terrible Time but at least he got to hang out with Peter a lot.

(FF (2018) #2)

#spideytorch #peter parker #johnny storm #marvel comics #traincat talks comics #long post/

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rebelspykatie · 1 day ago

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Part 5 - Steddie Angst Finale - Happy Ending!

ao3 - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

He settles back on the bench, apprehension clouding his features. “When you kissed me, I panicked. You’ve become such an important part of my life and I didn’t want to lose that. Something shifted in our relationship and I didn’t know what to do. It’s not an excuse for how poorly I treated you, it’s just the truth. I went into fight or flight mode, but I’m sorry for how I reacted that day.”

Steve hugs the blanket tighter. “You’re forgiven.” And he says it so simply. As if this hasn't been uniquely painful for Steve.

“It took me a while to make sense of everything. It never occurred to me that what I felt towards you was anything more than friendship. I know now how stupid that was.” He wants to reach out and touch Steve, connect them somehow, but he’s wrapped so tightly in the protective cocoon of the blanket, Eddie’s not sure how to reach him.

“It’s always been different with you. Everything I felt came on so slowly I didn’t even realize it until it was too late. The thought of losing you scares me, more than most things- and I’m scared of a lot of things these days.”

That gets a subdued laugh out of Steve. He’s all too aware of how much is out there to be afraid of.

“I didn’t have a lot of examples of love growing up. Wayne’s been single my whole life. My parents were fucked from the start. My grandparents hated each other after having their kids.” Eddie shakes his head, “And I’m not using that as an excuse either, I just, well, I didn’t recognize what was right in front of me, man. I never had any romantic fantasies because I didn’t think life was going to give me any.”

At that, Steve finally leaves the comfort of his cocoon. One arm snakes out and takes one of Eddie’s hands, squeezing tightly.

“But falling in love with you was so easy.” Eddie flips his hand over and laces their figures together. “You’re my best friend, but you’re so much more than that. It was there the whole time, I just didn’t recognize it for what it was.”

Steve’s eyes rake over his face, taking in Eddie’s sincerity, a soft smile appearing for the first time since they stepped out into the frigid cold.

“I think about you all the time. You’re the first person I want to call when anything happens. You’re the one that holds me when I wake up screaming from a nightmare. You know that I like to put ketchup on my eggs, and the way I can’t stand black coffee in the mornings, so you add extra sugar just to make it bearable for me and get the ketchup out before I even ask.”

The smile on Steve’s face is growing wider by the second.

“You have my entire heart. You know me inside and out probably better than anyone but Wayne. Hell, Wayne already figured this all out long before I did. Lectured me and everything. Called me a late bloomer,” Eddie scoffs, “as if he has any room to speak as an old bachelor who’s never settled down.”

“Well, he did have his hands full,” Steve chides.

“I want to argue that I have never done anything wrong, but we all know that’s not true. I probably put every gray hair on his head.”

“Probably,” Steve agrees. He shifts a little closer to Eddie, “so where does this leave us?”

“I’ve laid it all out there. Ball’s in your court.” Steve ducks his head, but Eddie tips his too, still meeting his eyes, “I’ve been miserable without you. Every time you’ve pretended to be okay and had to walk away because I hurt you, it felt like a knife to the gut. That alone was enough to tell me we were never just friends. I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out, but if you’ll have me, I’m all in.”

Steve reaches up with his other hand and cups the side of Eddie’s face, one cold thumb mapping the curve of his cheek. “Eddie, I’ve been all in.”

With those few words, a lump forms in Eddie’s throat. He wasn’t sure how this would go, but here Steve is, offering an olive branch. Eddie leans in, pressing their foreheads together, closing his eyes and absorbing Steve’s heat, breathing in the same air. “You were never the problem, Steve. Not now, and not before.”

Steve breath hitches. The thumb stops its slow tracing of Eddie’s cheek.

“You read everything right. You’re so much smarter than people give you credit for, sweetheart.” He hopes that Steve believes him. “I’m the fool. You were right there all along. One of the best things to ever happen to me and I almost lost you.” He pauses, “I haven’t lost you, right?”

Steve pulls back and shakes his head slowly, eyes meeting Eddie’s.

“Good, because I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you again.” A steamy bubble of air escapes between them before his lips meet Steve’s. It’s a short distance, but it feels like Eddie is reaching across miles.

It’s delicate and sweet, their mouths moving together and hands gently curling around each other despite the awkward angle on the bench. They’re a little too cold to get too into this, even if their body heat is trapped between them and Eddie feels like he might implode. He’s all too aware that anyone could come outside at any time.

A part of him hopes that this erases the memory of how Eddie reacted the first time. A clean slate might be too much to ask for, but at least he can pour all his affection into this one moment and show Steve that he meant what he said. Just like the first time, Steve takes all the air with him. Rips it straight out of Eddie and leaves him panting, clinging to the lapels of Steve’s coat, if only that could bring him closer. They could freeze to death out here, but at least Eddie would die in Steve’s arms.

When they separate, Eddie takes in the flush to Steve’s cheeks, and he’s not sure if that’s from him or the cold, but his pink, kiss-bitten lips are all him. It makes him want to dive back in and get another taste. But he also wants to memorize the look on Steve’s face. There’s an incandescent glow that Eddie’s never seen up close. And it’s never more evident than in this moment how much Eddie fucked up. He could’ve been putting that look on Steve’s face every day. How stupid was he?

Nothing he can do about that now except move forward.

“I’m gonna flirt with you for the rest of my life and it’s going to mean something, Steve Harrington.” He takes both of Steve’s hands in his and holds them in their laps. “I can promise you that.”

“Are you promising me forever?” Steve’s mouth has curved into a bemused smile, but there’s something fragile about it, like Eddie could break him. Like he holds Steve's heart in his hands.

“You’ll have me as long as you want me, Steve,” Eddie says, heartfelt and laying as much of himself on the line as he can. Maybe Wayne wasn’t so far off with his comments about love.

“So forever, then?”

Eddie’s breathless from that quiet declaration, but he manages to get out, “Forever, then,” as fireworks erupt in the distance and they start a new year, and perhaps a new life, together.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes #thank you for reading #i had so much fun writing this #you're all gems for indulging me on the angst

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avifaunaa · 3 days ago

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Natasha + R rambles [ htwswy ]

Authors Note: I’m a little tired from posting that monster of a chapter for Rio yesterday — so until I regain some brain juice back I’ll share some little cutsie rambles about Nat/R from the htwswy-verse! I know you guys love this fic a lot so if you want to know more about it please know my anons are open!

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Summary: N/A | rambles

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Content Warnings: a tiny mention of self-harm, but other than that none! Mostly humor, fluff, the good stuff.

• Natasha and you probably get another cat not long after you guys get super duper serious — Liho was so pissed

• Out of the two of you, believe it or not, Natasha’s likely less likely to start an argument and more likely to find a solution to one.

• It actually took a while for Yelena to warm up to you despite whatever we think we see in chapter 1. Natasha is her sister and nobody is good enough for her sister until she can decide they are. “A while” is actually six months — making the offhand Yelena-like comments even when she agreed to your attempts to reach out for hangouts to watch Studio Ghibli movies.

• When she does decide you’re perfect for Natasha [ “I’m glad you approve,” you told the blonde blandly as you sat across from her at breakfast, oatmeal untouched and eyes uncaring, “but we’ve been dating for a year now.” She pointedly ignored you, as she usually does. ] she goes to Natasha herself and says so.

• Natasha wasn’t amused.

• Natasha who doesn’t seek out cuddling at bedtime immediately due to her fear of what could happen if she’s tangled up with you during a night terror. Short of flinging you into the wall and making Tony pay a hefty repair fee, you weren’t sure there was much.

• She admired the size of your balls, honestly, considering she could kill you.

• You laughed at her despite the severity of the situation she felt — whereas you didn’t. You didn’t think she’d be able to before waking up.

• It turns out you were right — she always ended up awake with you somehow touching her. On top of her chest, curled up against her, spooning her, spooning you.

• When Natasha sat you down and told you the full story about her history — from the Red Room until the defeat of Thanos — you didn’t seem to know how to take it. But you did know how to respond to her opening up: you took care of her. You disappeared only to return with a dangling Liho in your arms and plopped her into Nat’s lap while you gathered various items for a lazy day on the couch.

—> “I need you to say something,” Natasha finally admitted after you hadn’t spoken about it for a few minutes, television murmuring in the background as she stroked Liho’s soft fur. “Just tell me what you’re thinking?”

—> You lifted your head off her shoulder to look directly at her. “I think,” you started slowly, picking at your leggings, “that you’re one of the bravest people I have ever met and the good you do in the world despite the amount of wrong it has done to you is a feat that I will always admire and love you for.”

—> It was a beautiful response — and not an “I’m so sorry” to be found in there either. She kissed you just to tell you how much it meant to her. That her past didn’t change how you in her eyes. As your partner, your fiercest protector, and your best friend.

• Natasha Romanoff who comes home busted up form missions and you hackle like a cat and fuss over her, poking and prodding each wound, demanding to know where they came from and “why the fuck did you come see me before going to Cho?” and only when did she notice you were in near tears did she stop coming to you before going to Cho.

• Natasha who finishes trying the coffee menu at her normal spot and approaches you about how it makes her feel.

—> You bring a list of suggestions for other local places in the city to start going to

—> It’s cute how she worries about never going back — but you make a promise that for every new place you try you always go to the usual spot once a week

• Natasha who notices your ticks and understands when you work as a way to self-soothe or self-harm.

• This causes her to visit more frequently and break the streak of the period you work so you can go to bed, or eat some food, take a shower — whatever it takes to get you away from the lab.

• Natasha who introduces you fully to the team. She looks entirely too proud of herself, eyes so lovely and soft, and you as Thor slams down the hammer and dares you to play the game nobody ( but Steve Rogers, but Thor conveniently leaves that out ) can win but him.

—> Natasha comforts you when you go :( after ten long minutes of attempting to peel that stupid hammer off the table while everyone eggs you on, knowing full well it won’t happen

—> “It was not a game you were excepted to win — none of us can,” she assured you.

I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH CHAT

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #htwswy #blurb #PART THREE WILL BE COMING I PROMISE #IF U THINK IT CANT GET SOFTER UR ABSOLUTELY WRONG

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purplehairedwonder · 2 days ago

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Another ask meme prompt for you! I wish you'd write a snippet where Law gets deaged and boy is it weird to see him so small. And thinking Doflamingo means safety?

This was a lot of fun to write, Ceri!

“What’s going on Bepo?” Penguin asked for the fourth time since Bepo had come to grab him and Shachi from where they’d been cleaning up the galley after breakfast. Bepo had wrung his paws in front of himself and simply told them he had to show them something. “Just tell us.”

“Yeah, if it’s about Captain—” Shachi started to add.

“Just wait,” Bepo snapped before adding, “Sorry. But I… don’t know how to explain this.” Penguin and Shachci exchanged startled looks.

“Explain what?”

But Bepo just shook his head, and the other two were forced to follow until they reached the door to Law’s room. He paused outside the door and turned back to Penguin and Shachi. He bit his lip nervously. But rather than say anything, he shook his head and opened the door. He stepped inside, and, curiously, Penguin and Shachi followed.

As Bepo shut the door behind them, Penguin froze at the sight that greeted him: there was a child standing in the middle of Law’s room, swamped by a Heart Pirates hoodie—the one Law had been wearing when Penguin saw him last the night before.

“What’s a kid doing here?” Shachi demanded incredulously. “Where’s Law?”

“I’m Law, you bastard,” the kid snarled. Penguin stiffened. “I don’t know who you are or how you know my name, but I already told the bear—if you don’t let me go, my captain is going to make you regret it.”

“Your captain,” Penguin said slowly, though he already knew what the kid was going to say before the words left his mouth.

“Donquixote Doflamingo.”

The room went silent, and Penguin took the opportunity to study the kid. He was younger than Law was when they’d first met, though it was hard to judge his age considering how small he was. Law told them he’d gone to Spider Miles when he was ten, so if Penguin had to guess, he would have put the kid around eleven. Despite his scrawny frame, though, his face still held onto some baby fat that Law had shed once he’d hit his growth spurt at fifteen. He was pale—even his hair looked more gray than black—and had white spots on his visible skin. But the sharp golden eyes were familiar—and the only part of Law that didn’t seem washed out.

This was definitely Law—or at least a Law—but how? Time travel? Penguin never would have believed it, but the samurai currently on their ship claimed to be from twenty years in the past. But if this was Law from the past, where was their Law?

Or, Penguin thought as he looked more closely at the hoodie, noticing the faint blood stain on the cuff from Straw Hat’s lengthy surgery that no amount of washing had ever quite managed to get out, was this their Law?

Whatever the case, this was Law before Corazon had taken him away and changed the entire trajectory of his life. This was Law with Amber Lead in his veins and an uncontrollable rage in his heart—one, according to Law, that Doflamingo had sought to stoke so he could mold Law into the shape of his choosing.

For as long as Penguin had known Law, he’d hated Doflamingo. It wasn’t until he’d had a panic attack upon learning that Doflamingo had become a Warlord that he’d finally told them a bit about his time with the Donquixote Pirates and Corazon.

Hell, it had only been a few weeks since Law had come back to the Hearts, his fight against Doflamingo finally over after thirteen years of obsession. While the bandages around his chest and arm had come off, Penguin could tell he was still favoring the arm the feathered bastard had cut off. (Just thinking about that made nausea roil in Penguin’s gut.) To hear him now invoking the man’s name as some sort of protector was just wrong.

Next to Penguin, Shachi had gone equally still, the look on his face mirroring the shock Penguin felt. Behind them, Bepo let out a soft whimper, which the kid took for fear. He smirked, a cold and cruel thing with jagged edges sharp as broken glass.

“So, you’ve heard of him.”

“Yeah,” Shachi choked out. “We’ve heard of him.”

“Obviously you’ve heard of him,” Law said, glancing down at the hoodie cocooning his scrawny frame with a sneer. “You copied his Jolly Roger.”

Penguin let out a bark of laughter before covering his mouth with his hand when Law glared at him.

“If you know who he is, then you know the kind of trouble you’ll be in if you don’t let me go,” Law said, crossing his arms in satisfaction. The effect was, admittedly, ruined by the too-long sleeves that overhung his arms. “He’ll be looking for me.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Shachi muttered. Not with Doflamingo as the newest inmate at Impel Down.

Law’s eyes narrowed. “If you’re not worried about Doflamingo, then you’re either extremely strong or extremely stupid.” He looked each of the three of them up and down before raising his chin haughtily. “And none of you look very strong.”

Shachi let out an indignant squawk while Bepo muttered an apology under his breath, but Penguin couldn’t help but snort. Some things never changed.

“Look, kid—” he started.

“I have a name.”

“—Doflamingo isn’t coming for you.”

“You don’t know that,” Law retorted. “He takes care of his Family.”

Shachi coughed, and Penguin elbowed him in the side.

“Doflamingo’s in the North Blue, right?” Law glowered but didn’t argue, as much an agreement as they were bound to get. “We’re currently several hundred meters below the surface in the New World.”

The kid’s eyes widened then. “You’re lying. That’s not possible.”

“It’s true,” Bepo piped up. “Sorry,” he added when Law turned his glower on him.

“But,” Penguin added, pulling the kid’s attention away from Bepo, “we’re not interested in holding you. We’ll do our best to get you back where you belong.” He lifted his arms in a shrug. “No harm, no foul.”

“But—”

“Glad you see it our way,” Penguin interrupted. “Now, why don’t you stay here while we figure out how to get you back where you belong.”

“Hey, wait!”

But Penguin turned and ushered the other two from the room, shutting the door behind them. Thankfully, this Law didn’t have the Ope Ope fruit, though Penguin knew he didn’t need it to be a menace. Someone would have to keep an eye on the door until they figured out what was going on.

“What are you doing, Peng?” Shachi demanded once the door was shut.

“I think that’s Law,” Penguin said.

“Well, yeah, he said so himself.”

Penguin shook his head. “No, I mean, I think he’s our Law.”

Shachi frowned. “So, you think, what, Cap got… de-aged or something?”

Bepo’s eyes widened. “But how?”

Penguin shrugged. “Devil fruit? A D.’s luck? Straw Hat? Hell if I know. But the hoodie is the one he was wearing yesterday.”

Bepo worried his bottom lip. “He seemed like he’d been in Law’s bed when I came to wake him up. Maybe?”

“If that’s Law,” Shachi said slowly, and they all turned back to the door, behind which they could hear the not-so-quiet mutterings of their adolescent captain, “then how the hell do we fix him?”

Penguin grimaced. “And preferably before we take on an Emperor.”

“Send me the summary of a fic you wish I’d write, and I’ll write a snippet”

See all the other snippets here.

#Trafalgar Law #Best boi Bepo #Shachi #Penguin #Heart Pirates #One Piece #Caitlin writes

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mybworlds · 2 days ago

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Chapter 8

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: Javier Peña and his partner can't stand each other, but to take down an old enemy they are forced to work together and pretend to be a complacent married couple.

Series warnings: language , violence, alcohol use, slow burn, angst, mutual pining, smut (18+ MDNI), creampie, oral sex (m and f), fingering, masturbation (m and f), trauma and SA referencing.

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Before to start… First let me thank you so much for your likes and reblogs, I really appreciate it ☺️ Second, sorry guys, but it took me a while to write, I had neither the calm nor the time, but now here it is. I hope it's decent. If you want let me know. ❤️

Taglist: @love-affair-with-fandoms; @pedr0swh0r3; @angel98624; @missladym1981; @harriedandharassed if you want to be added let me know.

Thanks @saradika for the divider. Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

The next day you wake up with a pounding headache. You've slept for maybe a couple of hours, your head full of thoughts jumbled together. You did nothing but think about your brother, then about Javier, about the outing he told you about... who knows if he'll talk about it today too!

You get up and immediately jump into the shower, the hot water hits you immediately pleasantly making you moan and soothe your nerves after almost a completely sleepless night.

The coffee at least helps you not to stagger to the bus stop, where you are allowed to sit in one of the last seats on a half-broken and discolored seat at least until your stop.

When you reach the offices you immediately notice two strange things, Javi who looks up as if worried in seeing you already there and closes a file putting it in a drawer of the desk and the other is the evidence board. Why is that name and face there again?

The hard, sharp features of El Diablo are there again. You frown in perplexity and, without taking your eyes off that face that has given you more than a few nightmares, you approach Javier with a perplexed and suspicious expression.

“What’s going on? Why is that photo there again?” you ask him when you’re already in front of his workstation.

Javier turns towards the board and then slowly back towards you almost as if he had forgotten that object behind him.

“Diáz asked me for a new report on… him and… to do so I once again brought out the evidence we had at the time.”

You nod, “Why did you hide a file then?” you ask him, crossing your arms.

“I didn’t need it anymore,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders in a casual gesture.

You look down, “Is that the truth?”

You see him lower his gaze for a second and then bite the inside of his cheek as if he were looking for the right words to answer you with because at this point it is highly probable that he didn't tell you the truth.

“Yes.” is the only response he gives you before he gets up and walks away. You mutter a fuck you before sighing sadly and walking to your workspace.

You settle in as best you can, tucking your hair behind your ear before turning on your old computer which makes a loud noise as soon as it turns on that makes you snort every time. If you could, you would throw it away, but it's not yours and there's nothing you can do other than report it.

“Coffee?” Mark asks, handing you a plastic cup of coffee.

“Yes, please.” You reply with a half smile, grabbing the glass that he offers you, smiling back.

“It’s definitely none of my business, but what is it?” he asks, looking at your frowning face.

Javier...

“This computer! I mean, it makes a lot of noise,” you blurt out, telling him the first thing that comes to mind.

Mark smiles, “Well you have some company!” you roll your eyes “Jokes aside, it’s definitely the fan!”

“Are you handy?” you ask him, hoping to at least find a solution to this.

“I’m a computer enthusiast, but I definitely still have a lot to learn.” He answers, leaning on the desk. “Do you want me to take a look?”

“Maybe during lunchtime, now despite the noise I have to transcribe this other report.” you answer him taking another packet to type on the computer.

“Okay, then I’ll let you work.” he says, turning his back to you as you sit behind the desk. “Oh, um, do you mind if I ask you another question?”

You look up, “Tell me.”

“Diáz, he described you as a great agent. He said that you and Agent Peña managed to capture El Diablo.” you let your gaze wander from the computer screen to the young man's face. “How did you end up there?”

You take a deep breath, the violent images of that man touching you and tearing your skirt, the image of the microphone slipping out of your pocket and the slaps you received appear before your eyes.

“It was my choice,” you answer him using a vague tone.

He nods, his lips tightening as if he doesn't quite believe what you're saying, but luckily he doesn't probe further. So, he leaves the room leaving you alone with your less than rosy thoughts.

You swivel your chair around with your back to the desk, fiddling with a faded bracelet, but it's the only thing you have of your brother and when you feel really, really down it's the only thing that makes you feel less alone or sad. And right now you don't know if you're sadder or feel more alone because of the thousand regrets that grip your heart and head.

Someone knocks on your door, “Knock, knock,” you hear someone calling your attention, you turn your chair, it's Javier who looks at you with his eyebrows raised and a questioning expression on his face “are you already on break?”

You shake your head slowly, “No, I… um, nothing, forget it. Tell me.”

He lingers for a long moment on what he has to tell you, you see him clutching yet another folder in his hands, it has a teal cover and on it there’s the name of one of the last victims of that monster.

“Diáz, he asked me if you can start digitizing our old cases like that of Garcia, Lopez and Sanchez.” you're about to reply that you don't feel like looking through old cases from more than ten years ago, but then you remember that you were the one who chose all of this and it would be foolish to refuse.

You sigh then nod, “Okay.”

Peña lingers for a moment in the doorway, “You look tired.”

You roll your eyes, “I preferred when you couldn’t stand me or when you made jokes.” you say, opening yet another file to copy and looking at the dusty papers inside.

“We are still ex-husband and wife!” he exclaims making you look up at him again “I'm worried, though.” he adds in a bitter tone of voice. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, mind your own business!” you blurt out, only to regret saying it immediately after using that tone of voice. You don't want his understanding, you don't want anyone's understanding, you just want to be left alone. Maybe just by staying like this you can feel better, you don't want to involve anyone in your personal hell.

Javier lowers his gaze for a moment and then puts on an expression of indifference again, “As you wish, good luck,” he says before closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with that infernal contraption.

You were rude and inappropriate, you huff, holding your head in your hands, your eyes almost stinging with tears.

You feel like a mess and a failure. Again.

You work, you work, you don't stop for a second. You do everything you can to keep your mind busy and your guilt at bay.

You regret having answered him that way, but your nerves are on edge. You know you'll have to look for him to apologize.

You never thought you'd feel guilty one day for treating Javier badly. You, who have never tolerated him because of his tombeur de femme ways, feel bad for him. Before you and him left for France, your relationship was clear and precise: you couldn't stand each other. You and him never missed an opportunity to back down and even call each other unpleasant names, but today?

Now you no longer know what nature your relationship is, you only know that you can no longer be rude to him without regretting it.

Maybe because you fucked him, now you're no longer objective. Maybe because you were very close and that barrier that once divided you is no longer there.

When you get up from that uncomfortable chair, you open the door and look towards his workstation, but he's not there. Lunch time is almost always deserted, today is no exception.

You look around furtively and seeing or hearing no one, you approach Javier's desk. You look for the same folder you had previously seen in his hands. You know what you're doing isn't right, but you need to know.

You open all the drawers of the desk until you find it hidden under other folders. You take it in shaking hands, you feel that what you are doing is wrong and incorrect, but you want to see what Javier is doing so secretly.

When you open it, you realize that Javier wasn't reporting on El Diablo, but on you. You frown as you read what he wrote about you. You can't believe it, but why?

You feel dazed and confused. It takes you a while to regain control of yourself, the first thing you do is put things back in order and walk away from there.

You promised Mark that you would have lunch together, but you're no longer hungry.

You reach the terrace certain of finding him there smoking, you want to ask him why he was making that report, but he's not there.

The air is cold and so you shrug your shoulders, chilled. You reach the railing and at that moment you see him in the company of Andrea. She smiles. She has a beautiful smile, teased hair and he smiles too. You wonder what they are saying to each other!

They are about to approach the building, when Andrea takes his hand and he stops as if surprised, then she kisses him.

You find yourself resting your hands on the railing, your head spinning, time almost standing still. You know you have no right to feel this way, and yet...

He doesn't stop her. In fact, he brings her even closer to him, he holds her tight. You think about when he held you so tightly, how he made you feel protected and wanted in those moments. But now it's all over. All of this is in the past. There's no room for you anymore.

“Here you are!” you hear a voice behind you, it’s Mark. He’s holding two sandwiches, “I didn’t know if you liked ham, so I got one with and one without.”

“Anything’s fine, thanks,” you reply, grabbing the toast.

“Is everything okay?” he asks you.

You quickly look into his eyes and then turn them towards Javier and Andrea who puts both arms around his neck. You find yourself swallowing and then smiling bitterly, “Yeah, it’s okay. I just needed a break for a bit.”

He nods smiling at you, “If you still need help with the computer, let me know and I’ll bring all the supplies!” he exclaims, winking at you.

You grimace a little, “Maybe tomorrow, what do you think?” you suggest and he gently caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

He stops his hand in midair and then withdraws it with an embarrassed expression, “Sorry, that was too intimate and confidential.”

“A little.” You admit, lowering your eyes for just a moment before raising them to his face, taking a moment to observe his soft, sweet features. “It's okay, don't think about it. Um, then enjoy your meal!” you try to ease the embarrassment that has arisen after his gesture.

Mark tries to step back as your relationship is still extremely formal and limited to the workplace. He tells you about his work shift, asks you for some advice and clarifications and you are more than happy to let him know about your experience, then he looks for a confrontation with you.

“I know you had some intense field experience a few months ago,” he begins, wiping his lips and tossing the paper in the trash “it must have been great and exciting to hunt down a real criminal!” he exclaims ecstatically “I wonder if I’ll ever have this opportunity!”

You smile, but it only lasts a few moments “Yes, erm.. it's definitely an opportunity to show who you are!” you wrap up the last piece of bread and squeeze it tightly in your fist, you think back to how self-satisfied you were, how stupid you were to think you could face a monster like that, how superficial you were in your relationship with Javier “Surely your opportunity will come!” you add.

“Can I ask you one more question?” he asks, drumming his fingers on his knees. “Maybe it’s a little personal...”

You frown, “Tell me.” You hope what he’s about to ask you isn’t anything illicit.

“What is it like working with Agent Peña?” he asks you “He's a bit of an eccentric guy, sometimes he looks down on you, think that a couple of days ago he called me with a snap of his fingers and he also called me with a name... let's say, not very nice,” you frown “My question is, is it always like this? I mean, when you and him left for France, wasn't it easy for you either?”

The image of you and Javier in that warm, intimate embrace, one moaning in the other's ear and whispering sweet words makes you press your lips together and to look down for a moment. For a while your words struggle to come out, you force yourself to regain a modicum of control so you don't look weird around Mark too.

“Not at first. We could barely stand each other. We called each other not very nice names,” a bitter smile curves your lips upwards “one never missed an opportunity to annoy the other.” you look down remembering those days “Then Diáz entrusted us with that mission and, you know, going on a dangerous mission like that… even the people you can’t stand become precious.” you sigh, you look at Mark “Peña has a particular character and until you get to know him and he gets to know you, it will be like this.”

Mark sighs discouraged, "Let's hope! You did it..." he doesn't finish the sentence, thankfully. You don't really know if the change between you is because you did what you did or if he really saw something in you and you in him.

“Shall we go back?” you suggest, rubbing your arms. “It’s a little cold. And then I still have two reports to digitize.” you add, rolling your eyes with a sigh.

When you come back, as if it were a cruel twist of fate, the first eyes you meet are Javier's who almost seem to want to scan you from head to toe and at that moment the words he wrote in that report come to mind with such violence that you almost feel angry towards him, then you see him scrutinizing the poor guy behind you too.

You should be superior and completely ignore that tight feeling in your stomach that gnaws at the sight of him. As you almost pass him, you half-shake your head and whisper a barely audible Peña before walking straight toward your office. You wave absentmindedly at Mike and then resume your work until your eyes are almost watering and your fingers are hurting.

When you open the door, the office lights are on dimly and make an annoying buzzing sound, you are about to go out and close it when you hear a faint whistle coming from the open terrace, a light breeze makes you shiver and so you move closer to close it, when Javier emerges from the darkness.

You jump, “Fuck, Javi!” you exclaim, taking a step back and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart is beating furiously.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He says, reaching you and placing his cold hands on your forearms as if to support you and help you recover from the fright he’s caused you. “Are you okay?”

You look at him and his huge brown eyes are watching you as if wanting to check on your condition.

Think, damn, think. Think of his cold hands on your skin, think of what he wrote about you!

No, you are not okay. But not because of the fright you suffered.

“Totally fine,” you reply, stepping back and then walking past Javier to close the French window. You lean against it, “What the hell are you still doing here?”

He looks down, “Um, I... um, I was finishing a report on the computer and... well, I saw that you're still here too so I thought I'd walk you home." he replies leaning on the desk with the tone of someone who is used to giving lifts left and right. Which might even be true!

You want, you really do. But there's more than one thing holding you back.

Andrea, first.

How can he behave like this with you and at the same time kiss her? You have your own dignity and you don't want to be treated like that. At the same time, you tell yourself that after all, you were the first to treat him badly. Is it his revenge?

You're sorry, you're so sorry. A part of you was starting to care about him, despite everything. But now it's too late. You don't want to be the backup girlfriend, the fuck buddy, the person he secretly sees while he's with someone else. You could never stand that.

The report, second.

Diáz asked for a report on you and what happened in France as if you had done something serious and he was trying to understand the reasons. What's worse is that Peña also wrote it down. He told what happened in detail. Well, apart of course from what happened between you or the intense intimacy that was created.

It wasn't so much that he wrote about you that bothered you, but that he kept it from you. Is that why he brought out those folders? Or is there more to it? Or are you being paranoid?

Javier himself, third.

Javier is one of the strangest creatures you've ever had to deal with. You can never quite figure him out and just when it seems like it's clear who he is, he muddies the waters again and he escapes you.

You couldn't stand him and did everything to avoid him, now it seems like you can't help but cross paths with him.

“So?" Javier gets your attention.

"Uh? Um... um, no. I dunno.” You respond by avoiding his gaze and moving to walk past him, but he brushes your hand and that's enough to make you shiver. You find yourself swallowing and feeling your heart pounding in your rib cage. You would like to be indifferent to him, but your heart prevails over your reason. And you make the mistake of looking him in the eye.

His hazel eyes seem to want to swallow you and envelop you. You feel as if kidnapped by his sweet and intense gaze. This time his hand intentionally seeks yours and the distance between you is completely eliminated.

You’d have so much to say to him, so much to complain about, but your mind struggles to connect with all the reasons that keep you away from him, including your personal reason.

His arms surround you in an iron grip that makes you feel totally safe and, even if it hurts to admit it, in the right place at the right time. You missed him. You almost needed him. His lips are demanding and yet the sweetest.

“No.” this small but powerful word emerges from your mind clouded by him and the magnetism that only Javier Peña knows how to emanate.

“Why?” Javier asks you, moving away from your face just a little. He moves your hair with absolute sweetness, yet your questions break the moment.

“Is it because of that Marley guy?”

“What about Andrea?” you ask him at the same time.

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toasttt11 · 21 hours ago

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July 3, 2023

Hayden laughed as Luke bumped into her playfully as they walked out of the locker room.

It was just Hayden and Luke at the rink enjoying some one on one time and just going to skate around for a little bit.

They just grabbed their skates, gloves and sticks not planning to be out there for to long.

Hayden and Luke started passing it back and forth for a while before they ended up across the rink from each other smacking the puck across the ice at each other.

Hayden laughed throwing her head back as Luke ducked avoiding the puck and his face was covered by his curls.

Luke hit the puck back hard and it hit the boards but it didn’t just hit the boards it bounced off the boards and right at Hayden. Luke froze as he watched the puck he hit extremely hard hit Hayden right in the forearm and she groaned her hand coming up to cover her arm.

Luke heart drooped seeing the blood starting to drop on the ice, Hayden never gets hurts and she rarely gets hurt where he can actually see it, he doesn’t remember the last time he saw her bleeding like this.

“Luke.” Hayden called out again through clenched teeth, her arm wasn’t horrible painfully but extremely uncomfortable and she was bleeding pretty bad so they needed to get this checked and stopped bleeding quickly.

Hayden’s pained voice made Luke snapped out of his shock and she skated over quickly, “I’m sorry i’m so sorry Hayden.” Luke quickly rushed out his eyes filled with tears seeing her bloody she looked and he hasn’t even seen her actually injury.

“It’s okay bud but i think we need to head to the hospital.” Hayden calmed spoke to Luke, they were at the rink the one day the whole staff wasn’t there so there was no one there to stitch her up.

Luke froze again but quickly nodded and guided her off the ice even if she could to do herself.

Hayden grabbed a towel when they got to the locker room and got her gloves off holding the towel to her wound, she frowned softly seeing it was a deep gash.

Luke quickly started taking off his own skates and shoving his shoes offs on before kneeling down and taking off Hayden’s skates for her and grabbed her slides for her.

Hayden and Luke walked out of to the car and Luke hovered looking extremely worried as he helped Hayden get into the car before he rushed into the drivers seat and started driving them to the hospital.

Luke’s hands were clenched around the wheel trying to breathe because he is so worried for Hayden.

Luke drove them so quickly to the hospital and he rushed them into the hospital and started talking for Hayden and kept a protective hand on Hayden’s back guiding his big sister to her room making her look at him fondly.

Luke paced as Hayden sat on the bed in the room and the nurse had given her gauze to absorb the bleeding and slow down the bleeding before they stitch up her gash. Luke finally saw her gash and felt even worse.

“Lukey come here.” Hayden gently spoke to her baby brother holding out her good and Luke paused and slowly walked over to her and gently took her hand, “Look at me.”

Luke looked at her with tearful eyes, “I’m okay it’s just a cut that needs a few stitches.” Hayden softly reassured him.

“But i’m the reasoned you got hurt and you never get hurt.” Luke rambled out looking so sorry.

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t purposely try to hit me with the puck it was an accident.” Hayden firmly but calmly told Luke, “I do get hurt sometimes.”

Luke frowned, he never actually sees Hayden hurt and he doesn’t like the reminder that she gets hurt too.

“I forgive you.” Hayden firmly spoke to Luke cupping his face softly making him slowly nod.

Luke stayed right by Hayden’s side as the nurse came back in and started doing stitches on Hayden’s forearm and Hayden got eight stitches.

Hayden’s arm got wrapped up with bandages and she was told what she had to do and when she needed to clean her wound and change her bandages.

Hayden saw Luke look guilty when he heard she shouldn’t go in lake for at least a week and she squeezed his hands softly.

Luke and Hayden finally got to leave the hospital and Luke drove them back to the lake house.

“Hey you guys are back!” Jack looked up from the couch hearing Luke and Hayden walk inside they usually are into gone an hour but it’s been almost three hours.

“Yeah we had to make a stop.” Hayden called back as she took her shoes off and walked into the living room with Luke.

“What happened?” Quinn quickly spoke as he looked up seeing her bandages and quickly got up walking over to her.

“Just got hit with a puck needed a couple stitches.” Hayden calmly spoke reassuring all of the boys that were now looking at her worriedly.

“That means one of you is cooking instead tonight.” Hayden teased as she walked over to the couch and took the empty spot next to Matt and Luke quickly followed her sitting now right next to her and grabbing her hand.

Quinn and Jack shared a look at Hayden’s nonchalant answer but that is just Hayden and they knew they would ask more later especially with how guilty Luke looks they had a feeling he accidentally did something.

“Now what are we watching?” Hayden asked and smirked mischievously as her question made Trevor and Alex both immediately start talking and arguing with each other about what they should watch.

“You okay?” Matt asked quietly leaning closer to her.

“All good.” Hayden whispered back giving him a resisting smile as she began to play with Luke’s curls feeling Luke relax against her.

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skz143me · 1 day ago

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Jealous idols

In which Bang Chans girlfriend gets jealous of how much time he’s spending with BLACKPINK’s, Lisa

Bang Chan x reader

DISCLAIMER: no hate to any of the idols, this fic was written in pure fiction!!

Bang Chan was the biggest green flag Y/N had ever met. When she had first auditioned for Stray Kids, she didn’t have much hope of getting in. Most of the mentors said she didn’t speak enough Korean, or that a girl didn’t fit into the place of a boy directed group.

When she met Chan, all of that changed.

He was the sweetest person ever. He coached her and comforted her. He was everything she needed.

When Skz finally debuted, Y/N ended up being one of the most biased members by STAY.

Eventually, Y/N pursued a romantic relationship with Chan, and the two were happier than ever.

They had been together for about a year, with barely any problems, and it was great.

Y/N had been friends with Lisa for a while now. They bonded at a red carpet, after both being voted two of the most successful female idols in the industry. Y/N knew that Chan would hang out with Lisa sometimes, and at first, she didn’t mind it at all. But, eventually, things got a bit out of hand.

It seemed as if Chan was with her everyday, whether it was posting videos on social media, or just hanging out. Chan had even attended Lisa’s concert. Despite them both insisting it was just a deep friendship, Y/N wasnt very convinced. So, she decided to talk to her boyfriend about it.

Chan walked into the house, seemingly exhausted from a long day at the studio. The other members were already asleep, so Y/N took this as the perfect moment to share her concerns with Chan.

“Hey, Chris?” He turned his head, his tired eyes meeting hers.

“Yeah?” He said, sounding genuinely concerned in what her next words would be.

“Did you hang out with Lisa today?” She asked, keeping her voice as nonchalant as possible.

Chan pored himself a glass of water and nodded. “Yeah, we met up. Why, baby?” His eyes were back on Y/N.

“Chris..I’m just going to be honest with you”, Y/N felt her hands shake a bit, some anxiety overwhelming her. “I’m a bit concerned about how much time you’ve been spending with Lisa.”

He looks up at her, looking confused and a bit shocked. “Wait, why?”

She took a breath and spoke again, “I just feel like you’re spending a lot more time with her than me, and well, I don’t know I guess I’m jealous.”

Chans lips turned into a frown. “Y/N, Lisa is just a friend. I mean, we’ve known each other longer than I’ve known you. So please, can we not talk about this.”

Y/N is hurt by his words, so she gently nods and walks away. She feels her cheeks heat up, tears pricking at her eyes. She doesn’t know what to do, so she goes to her one safe space. Her best friend.

Y/N walks into the room and flops onto the bed, not bothering to say anything.

“Um, hello to you too?” Felix says, in a half chuckle. “What’s going on?”

Y/N sits up and rubs her eyes. “Chans mad because I told him he was spending to much time with Lisa”.

Felix nods slowly, trying his best to come up with something encouraging to say. “Want me to talk to him?”

Y/N shakes her head, “No. I don’t want him to get anymore upset than he already is.”

A few moments later, Y/N hears her phone buzz. She takes it out of her pocket and sees a new text from Lisa.

LALISA <3

Hey Y/N, Chris told me what happened and I just wanted to let you know I’m so sorry for making you feel like that. You’re a great person and I’m always going to try and be there for you. I want you to know, you can always come to me and tell me things like that. I’m so glad I know now so I can help respect your boundaries. I hope we’re okay. Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow at brunch pretty girl 💗🖤

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the message. Felix saw this and smiled to himself.

So she had resolved things with Lisa, which took a huge weight off her back. But she still needed to fix things with Chris-

Another buzz from her phone interrupts her train of thought. She looks at her phone again to see a message pop up from Chris.

Channie 🐺🤍

Baby, I’m so so so so so sorry for making you feel sad 😔

I love you so much and I want to show you I any way I can. I’m always going to be there for you. I love you. 💗

You smiled again. Maybe this would work out after all.

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lyracarvahall · 2 days ago

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HeartBeat Sync Part 16

Showtime Shenanigans

Part 15 Here

The trio talked about the events of the day as they ate. San occasionally offered Y/N bites of his food. It was sweet that he wanted to make sure that she ate well. Seonghwa seemed particularly ravenous.

"He always eats like that. He eats the most out of all of us honestly." San smirked as he began packing up the trash and throwing it away. He tied up the leftovers and put them to the side.

Y/N did not want to get between Seonghwa and his food conquest so she attempted to get up to get ready to record San's track. Seonghwa whimpered and placed a hand on her leg mid-bite. After he slurped down his noodles he blushed. "Sorry. I don't know why I did that."

"Don't worry honey. I know the connection is new and raw. I can be with you as long as you need me to be.."

Seonghwa teared up a little and nodded. "Thank you. I am alright but I have a small request if that is alright."

"Of course."

"I know we have to hurry and record San's vocals but I don't want to leave you yet. Is it alright if you sit in my lap while he records or is that too forward?"

Y/N put her head on his shoulder. "That is fine Seonghwa. I honestly need the contact right now too." She worried though that her thicker frame would crush the poor guy. He seemed to sense her insecurity however and took her by the hand, leading her to her chair and pulling her down onto his lap, placing his head on her shoulder. After enjoying a few seconds like that in silence, he scooted the chair closer so she was able to reach her laptop again. Seonghwa began clicking away on his phone.

Y/N giggled at the sweet gesture and she looked to her left to see San looking very happy watching the pair of them. She sent her gratitude to him through the bond and his smile widened.

Suddenly her phone went off.

"Okay baby, I will get the recording going so we can head back for the show tonight." San walked into the recording booth and put on the headphones. She fired up the reference vocals and she watched him sway and listen. He looked peaceful and content. After the first playthrough, he looked at her with pride.

"Baby, this is wonderful...I see what they were talking about now. It is a bit different than our usual sound but still screams 'us'. Plus your vocals are so lovely."

Y/N blushes at this awed response. San chuckled at her reaction and said, "I am ready to try it now if you would like. I may need some notes from you though."

"That is fine honey. Alright." She cued up the reference track again and San started singing the highest melody in the harmony. She gave him a few low notes through out so he was the weaver throughout the other tracks. She gave him a couple of notes and soon enough he was also done with his recording.

"Did you guys want to hear how you all sound together?" Y/N was trembling both due to nerves and pure joy in sharing her baby.

Both men huddled around her laptop and she hit play. Through the speakers, a haunting 4 part harmony came and seemed to hold the trio captive. It was her first track to the rock and house opera. It came out better than she ever could have thought and it was due to these men's amazing talent. It would not be nearly as epic without them.

Seonghwa rubbed his hands up and down her waist and San cradled her head against his stomach as he stood next to her. When the song finished, there was silence for a few moments. Y/N began to panic that maybe they didn't like it.

San seemed to sense her unease and began to stroke her hair. "No no no baby! We are blown away! This is incredible! I cannot wait for the final results!"

"Really? Are you sure it isn't too much?" She asked hesitantly.

Seonghwa spoke from her right shoulder so his low soft voice was right by her ear. "We are ATEEZ honey. We are the definition or extra. Don't you dare sell yourself short. This is wonderful."

She shivered with the way his voice in her ear effected her. he chuckled darkly which only furthered the effect.

San chuckled as he released her head from his hold. Sinking down to his knees, he whispered into her left ear. "Oh my poor baby. being effected by your men so strongly. Later I will kiss it all better." With that he got up and walked to the studio door, opening it and lingering in the doorway. "I ordered a driver as we need to get back. You coming baby?"

Y/N quickly got up from the chair, nearly toppling Seonghwa over. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" She covered her face in embarrassment.

Seonghwa belly laughed and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay sweetheart. Sannie was the mean one teasing you." With that he began to gather her supplies and cords and placed them in her bag. San had the food already in his hands and made his way out to the car. After she saved their progress, she closed her laptop and hurried and packed it before ducking her head in embarrassment and heading out the door. Seonghwa laughed and followed behind.

Once they got to the car, she sat in the front seat and the two men sat in the back chortling to themselves. Y/N rolled her eyes in the rearview mirror and they were off. On the way to the venue, she messaged Eden thanking him for letting her use the studio space.

She appreciated but also felt very pressured by the faith everyone had in her. Hopefully she lived up to expectations.

Finally turning into the arena basement parking, the car dropped them off and they headed inside. Y/N followed the guys since they knew where they were going and there were security just inside the doors to collect them. Suddenly, out of nowhere someone flew towards Y/N and wrapped around her like a koala. As she was pinned to the wall, she realized it was Wooyoung. Her face was swiftly covered in kisses and he clung to her tightly. He was swiftly removed by San picking him up by the collar like a cat being lifted by the scruff.

"Wooyoung! Damn you gotta be gentle!"

Wooyoung looked at her and suddenly appeared to look guilty. "Hey I'm sorry babe! I just saw that Mingi got hugs and kisses from you and I got super jealous so i figured if I snuck some now I could say that I won. I mean I didn't mean to run into you that hard but I was running a long ways and..."

"Woah woah!" Y/N grabbed his face and smooshed his cheeks, making him look adorable. "Honey it's okay. Come here." She leaned forward and gave him a bunch of gentle pecks on his lips and he seemed to melt in San's arms. "If you are a good boy for the rest of the day, I will reward you, ok?" She saw his pupils dialate and he rapidly nodded.

"Yes ma'am!" He took off back towards their dressing room.

Y/N giggled as he watched him run like a track star. Seonghwa seemed to beam at her laughter and squeezed her shoulder. "We should get ready sweetheart. Feel free to come with us. He slid his hand down her arm to intertwine his fingers with hers. Gently guiding her, she followed him back to the dressing room. She looked around at all of the staff on the way and not many of them even noticed. The couple that did gave subtle nods and she had a feeling they were a part of the NDA signing spree.

Once they opened the dressing room door, the boys seemed to stop what they were doing and focus their eyes on her and Seonghwa's joint hands. He felt her embarrassment and pulled her to him, lifting her hair up out of the way so her new mark was visible to everyone. Hongjoong came up behind Y/N and gently combed his fingers over the mark. "It's beautiful baby." Seonghwa flinched a little bit at the nickname Hongjoong gave her but swiftly returned to petting her hair. Y/N knew it was hard but that he was trying. She let Seonghwa cling to her as long as he needed to.

"We'll talk soon." Hongjoong said quietly and then he walked away. Seonghwa let out a shuttered breath and she squeezed him to show her support. He cleared his throat and released her, making his way to one of the makeup chairs to start getting ready for the show. Various members were occupying themselves in different ways. Some were also getting makeup done. One was listening to music on his phone. Mingi and Yunho were taking selfies in a corner.

"Hey baby! Come over and take pictures with us!" Mingi shouted across the room.

"No! No way! I can't..." Yunho began to pout. "Oh Yuyu don't start...I...okay fine." She couldn't resist that face.

Making her way to the two trees, she found herself smooshed between them with each placing a kiss on one of her cheeks. They showed her the picture and she looked beautiful with a beaming smile and they looked totally smitten as they kissed her.

"Oh my god I love this so much! Please send it to me!" Y/N gave each of the a kiss on the cheek but Mingi pulled her behind a dressing partition.

"Hey baby. Is it okay if I touch you?"

"Mingi there are people over there."

"Okay but I am taking a kiss. Come here." He put a couple of fingers in the hem of her jeans and pulled her forward. Gently combing his other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, he kissed her like he meant it. Plump lips trying to imprint themselves upon hers. "Mine"

Looking in his eyes, it was like she could see the loving and dominant sides battling one another.

"Until later baby." He left her pent up behind that partition. What is the deal with these men teasing her today? Made her want to stomp and throw a fit but she took a couple of deep breaths. Soon, the stage hand came in announcing it was showtime. She scurried to the door just in time to give small kisses to each of her men as they made their way out of the door.

One of the makeup artists dramatically fanned herself as she put her kit away. "Girl you are so lucky! Pardon me for saying so but DAMN they are hot and you have them all in your pocket!"

"They are hot, but they are also so much more."

The makeup artist swooned a little. "This is why they all love you." She finished packing up her kit and walked out the door. Y/N went to follow her but then stopped in her tracks. Wait...Did they actually love her? As a person or was the bond all of it. She knew she really needed to step up getting to know these men she cared so much for. She nodded at her internal commitment as she left the dressing room to root her men on from backstage.

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hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕

The Gang Being Protective

The outsiders x fem!reader

an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!

W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.

Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.

"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.

You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."

"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.

Ew. "No thank-"

"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.

You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.

The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.

The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."

Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.

You nod. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.

You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.

"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.

"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.

"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."

"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"

You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.

His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"

You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."

"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"

Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."

"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"

"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.

He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.

"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."

"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.

You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."

Steve Randle

Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.

"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.

"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.

"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."

You laugh. "Okay."

He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.

You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.

And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?

"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"

"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.

Claimed? You scoff.

"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.

The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.

"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"

You smile. "Yes, thank you."

He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."

Two-Bit Matthews

It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.

You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.

The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.

"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.

"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.

"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.

"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.

"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.

"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.

You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."

He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."

Dallas Winston

Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.

You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.

Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.

One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.

"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.

Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.

"I'll talk to him."

Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Dallas–"

"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.

Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."

The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."

"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."

Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."

The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."

Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.

Johnny Cade

Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.

"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.

He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"

"My friend." You say simply.

A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.

You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."

"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."

"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.

"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."

You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.

An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!

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