#there are some things you realise about yourself and you look at it and just sigh in disappointment

[sangunary]

hear me out, batfamily with a teenage reader that gets in trouble for fighting...BUT the reader won because they had used a move they saw that member of the batfamily do. For example, Reader jabs the other kid in the throat to choke them up then suplex's them or something😭 OR Reader uses a weapon they might've used and won that fight (obviously not Damian's or Jason's because they can be lethal) but it can't be Bruce's either because that's just straight hands and reader isn't that advanced yet lol. So i'm just gonna go with Dick or Tim's weapon of choice. Say for example there's for some reason a heavy but thin lying pole around, Reader just grabs that and starts beating on the kid with it but with Red Robin's moves for some reason(or nightwing's). this is purely just for fun but tysm for reading it at least. if you do write it may it PLEASE be separate with the characters? like to each their own scenario, or not it's up to you

- Teenagers Are Scary.

BatBoys × sibling reader ( Platonic )

SYPNOSIS: Copy and Paste but just make it more violent.

You were never one to hesitate every since you were born, that's how you were raise. The one that hesitate will be left to starve and the ones who never hesitate got to see the daylight again.

Simple and easy rule, nothing complicated about it.

Growing up in the street really build characters in people.

Hesitation doesn't run in the blood, an unattended belonging? yours, a wallet that is very visible? yours, random money on the ground? yours. If it's not by someone side it's yours.

Even if angry dogs are surrounding it, you would fight them. Older kids trying to steal something you already set your eyes on? Just use the plank or brick to scare them or better hit them hard enough to scare but not hard enough for jail.

That's how you and your mother survive for eight years, it wasn't fancy like in the books but it was something. You can't blame a kid for trying to survive.

After a long day of running from people's and cops that want you dead you went home, your mother laying dead on the ground.

You sit near her body for a day straight without moving, no tears, no panick, just processing the moment and trying to find a way to escape the orphanage system.

Then he came, batman. One look at your rough and dirty self suddenly you got adopted by a rich man the next day.

Who you later found out to be batman.

You had promise yourself to forget about the past life and finally choose the peaceful way of life when you had an option.

But, boy do you wish to raise your hand.

"Do you have Asthama?"

You asked the boy who had been bothering another girl for sometimes, she herself clearly told him to stop but he doesn't seem to understand english.

"No... Wh-"

Before he could answer you, you jabbed him on the neck.

Turns out defending people against annoying people is a bad thing and got suspended for a week.

"Little wing, why would you jab him? You do realise that you are suspended right? It better be for a good reason, you're lucky B isn't here"

Dick the moment he saw you walk inside began to lecture you on behalf of Bruce, well let's be honest he's alot more kind but his word hold more significant since he's the eldest.

"He was annoying"

You answered simply, you didn't understand what you did wrong you just simply defend a harmless girl.

Why is everyone so mad for? A rematch would be a good way to get everyone off your back.

"Little wing, this isn't like the street you can't harm people for that reason here... Now what did he do exactly?"

After explaining what had happened he seems to be relaxing... But still not happy with the way you had handle it.

"He could have hurt you... And thank God he didn't cause I won't be able to stop whatever forces that will be seeking revenge on your behalf."

Dick added to lighten the mood up, he meant Damian and Jason would definitely terrorise the kid if he touch you.

You have learnt how to jab people without any long term damage by watching him... So he was also involve one way or another.

He doesn't know if he should be mad or impress that you learn such move by just watching and somehow practising.

"Don't tell B, im proud of you for handling the case maybe next time just not too much violence?"

He pat your head as he smile, his siblings are so diverse one doesn't even realise what hesitation is...

"Still, pretend to be upset Alfred might catch on that I let you free"

Jason on the other hand was excited to meet you after he got news that you got in another fight.

Jason understand your anger and lack of hesitate alot better than anyone else.

He was also from the street and surprisingly when he was your age he was very kind compared to you.

He can see that you were trying your best to not go back to your old life style but it's hard when it's everything you ever knew.

At the park while you were going out with a friend this new girl with the entitlement of an European monarchy came up to her and push her.

Well for any mature person they would let it go and talk about it later.

Not you, never you.

You wouldn't let another hand touch your precious friend like that, from where you were from that was the biggest sign of disrespect and that isn't alright.

You complete forgot about the fact that you were no longer obliged to follow that rule and went after her.

The poor girl was running for her life as you continued to chase her, thanks to the fact that you were used to running from cops you caught to her quick.

Although you weren't stupid enough or mad enough to just yank her by her hair you insted hug her.

She was utterly confused and did try to struggle her way out of your grip.

But Instead you held tighter, not forgetting that adult's were indeed present.

"The leaf are slippery"

After that sentence you accidentally fell backwards while still holding onto the girl and lifting her, suplexing her.

You've saw Jason did it before infact he taught you that move.

He was always the one who brought up on how you would be able to defend yourself from bully without any warning or problem.

Basically Jason train you to beat others without getting into trouble, he was a professional.

"So you use the move?"

He asked curiously, afterall he had been waiting to hear the result of his teaching for a while.

"Yup, they actually check up on me first than her"

"Good, I supposed teaching you the art of violence in disguise is a great bounding material. I am a better mentor than that bat"

Jason exclaimed, he wanted to say he was proud but he need to hold back so you'll continue to work harder.

"Can you teach me how to terrorise people without direct involvement next?"

Yup, you're the best sibling he could ever ask for.

Tim on the other hand seeing you with no hesitation scared him, abit.

You had been accompanying him during his patrol, although you weren't a vigilante yet Bruce insist that you learn the route and other small matters. (He wants you to bound with your siblings more)

As a result you were tagging along with Tim, with a paper bag on your hear with a hole for an eye. Your fashion was unimaginable.

You were learning good and overall a good night. Bruce did gave you a uniform but you like to wear a normal' pants and shirt with sneakers and a paper bag from the last fast good you order.

While chasing after a kid that you absolutely hate you managed to catch him before he could due to pure hatred.

Picking up a thin metal pipe and hitting him on the leg as he kiss the ground hard. Tim notice the way you hold it, just like he did.

He did remember during the latest patrol you two had he did use the same move just yours was sloppier and you hit them alot harder.

It was like looking at the past, you really did learn everything from the way he hold it to even how you were standing... He's abit scared on how fast you catch up.

The kid was squirming on the ground cause you did hit him on the knee with a loud thud.

You on the other hand place your foot on him to stop him from moving, yes it wasn't necessary but you took your chance.

"Cuff him"

You demanded still holding onto the pipe.

Tim doesn't know if he should tell you or let Bruce take his part as your father... Well he would most likely be drag in since he is his son as well...

"You hit him too hard, don't step on him either he isn't resisting"

He told you, he can't let Bruce know about this.

"Could have done worse"

you mumbled, listening to your older brother.

Damian was picking you up from school when he saw you getting pick on.

He saw the other kid tugging at your hair more then once and you were surprisingly calm. Damian was disappointment at that moment.

He doesn't like seeing people just taking it when they're being bullied and he was thinking about teaching you how to fight.

Last time he check you beat the life out of Tim with a pillow. Maybe you weren't as much of a demon outside? You must be one of those people who cares about reputa-

Before he could finish thinking you look at the kid dead in the eye.

Put your hands on his shoulder and hit him with your forehead, the kid on the other hand began to cry as you went back to normal.

It was satisfying to watch, the kid friends tried to comfort and even try to hit you back.

He was abit concern now, you were the youngest and they out number you plus you haven't been trained yet you were eleven.

You took a very thick book from someone wnd proceed to hit them with it and yeah you won.

One example and no one wanted to know what you will use next.

"What was that about?"

He asked, he knew what it was about he just wanted to hear you talk about it.

"I saw you hitting Tim with your forehead once... That got him to shut up, I just wanted him to stop I didn't knew it would hurt"

Lie, you knew damn well how much ut would hurt. Your forehead is turning red from the impact.

Damian does remember what you were referring to, Dick, Jason and Tim tried to smash his face with cake and Tim was the one holding the cake.

He headbutt him because struggling out of Dick hold was hard and he just wanted to hit Tim, fortunately you were there to witness everything.

Guess he's a good influence then.

The book was just you utilising your surrounding object. Hitting them hard was just to show them who the real deal was.

He wasn't mad, he was the same when he was your age just honest. You? could talk your way out of it with that facade innocent of yours.

Atleast one of his siblings is nearly as great as he is.

[bluehourbucky]

Lunch boxes

pairing: newavenger!bucky x reader

summary: you make lunch for new avengers John almost loses his life

a/n : just a silly drabble been thinking about it for days

bucky masterlist

Bucky never knew softness until he met you. You are the epitome of softness, you think of others first and then yourself. He loves that about you its sweet but he never let's it go too far.

He knows one day he'll marry you, buy you a house in the country side all those domestic things he dreamed of. He just needs a bit more time. Bucky sees the way you look at him, with love and absolute certainty that he's your future.

There's nothing he wouldn't do for you, not when he meets your doe eyes full of hopes and dreams. And he can't wait to make them all reality.

One thing about you is that you show your love through food, lots of it, he gained a few since you two started dating. Bucky didn't even know he loved food this much ( maybe he doesn't and its only to please you but the line blurred long ago when he realised that love is you and everything you do and make).

He never intended for you to meet the other new avengers, but they somehow found their way into your shared home. You welcomed them with open arms and heart. And you charmed them from the fist second. He knew you would, all you have to do is smile and you have people falling over left and right.

They weren't used to kindness and you had so much to give and you gave it freely in abundance.

Last night was rough for them and they all needed somewhere to recharge for the hard day ahead, so what did they do? They came to a little sanctuary, that is yours and Buckys apartment.

Even if Bucky hadn't called ahead you had opened the door in the middle of the night, you didn't even seem upset that they woke you up or that he brought five more people with him.

You jumped into his arms like it didn't matter that he was all dirty and sweaty and bloody, and to you it didn't.

Your small apartment was looking even tinier with the six avengers in the living room/kitchen.

"Welcome back! I'm sorry I didnt know you were coming you must be hungry! Ah I didnt prepare anything! I'm sure we have something around here!"

Bucky told you not to fuss about it, they'll order something for tonight and be out early in the morning. It took a lot of convincing and stolen distraction kisses to make you drop it.

"Jamie it's not nice! They're guests, your work family!" He smiles and pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.

"You can cook some other time come on back to bed." Bucky ushered you to your room and laughed when he noticed your frown. He took a quick shower and then gave the rest of them towels and told them to figure it out how to sleep on one pull out bed. He didn't care enough he just wanted his girl.

"Good night, doll." Bucky says as he pulls you into his chest and kisses your neck. He feels you smile.

"Night Jamie."

In the morning Bucky can smell food? Its all kinds of food. He gets up and opens the bedroom door. Four figures stand behind the kitchen counter and watch you.

John is sitting on the pull out sofa, his eyes closed.

"Damn Soldier Barnes! Your wife is so talented! Look how she cooks!" Alexei says pointing at you stiring the pot and shaking the pan at the same time. You turn and your cheeks are flushed, both from the stove and the way Alexei called you Buckys wife.

"Morning love!" you look at him sheepishly, like you're caught doing a crime.

"She won't tell us what she's doing but this looks dangerous? No?" Yelena says..

"I'll be done soon I promise."

Bucky fondly laughs and walks over to you to give you a morning kiss but before he can do that an alarm sounds from your phone.

"Ah get that out of the oven! Thanks honey."

Bucky does as he's told and pulls out a huge tray of pastries out of the oven with his metal arm.

"Are we feeding an army?"

"Yes Bucky look how many of you and no one should work on an empty stomach."

Before he can say something you shush him and peck his lips.

"Okay now everything's done!"

And there on the counter six paper bags, each one has a name written on it, with a little doodle each different than the other.

Buckys heart grows and aches in ways he can't quite understand. You did all of this for him, for them, the people who have done horrible things, are doing horrible things.

First one to grab a bag is Alexei who then gives you a bear hug and lifts you off of the floor.

"Ah you are amazing woman! If Soldier doesn't treat you right he will have problem with me! I am very grateful!" You laugh and hug him back.

Ava just nodds and takes the bag, but in her eyes you see softness and thankfulness.

Yelena takes hers and says "Ah my favorite! Thank you! You are the best! I can't promise I won't come back for another round."

"You're always welcome" you reply and give her a hug.

"Thank you, miss. I appreciate your effort it is very kind for you to give us this food!" Bob says and stands at the door with the others.

John's the last one but he only stands up and goes to the door.

"Wait I made you one too!"

"Im not taking a children's lunch box I'll just buy something out."

The silence that came is deafening, you could hear a pin drop. Your eyes well up in tears.

And then Bucky grabs John by the throat, Yelena pulls her guns and points them at John, Ava teleports next to John and hits him and Alexi says

"I kill him now."

"Im sorry I'm sorry Im sorry I swear I didnt mean it." John starts to beg the avengers for mercy...

"Not to us stupid."

Bucky drops him to the ground and then John crawls to your feet and starts begging.

"Its fine I forgive you." you say kind of terrified and touched that they all care so much.

"You live another day, next time you make my girl cry I will kill you and then cut you into pieces and then I will burn those pieces."

John only nods and runs out the door.

Buckys eyes immediately soften as he walks over to you and grabs the last bag, it says love of my life and there's like a dozen hearts drawn. His hear melts.

"Thank you baby. I love you and I already miss you." you giggle at the hundreds of kisses Bucky gives you.

"Love you too!"

[girllblogging777]

TOTAL RECALL ౨ৎ

IN WHICH you get to know your coworker spencer, and try to take him off guard with questions

“alright, we got a new case in LA,” you spoke up, entering the briefing room where the rest of the team was already sitting. the sound of your voice made them all look up, and you tried to appear as confident as you could, despite the way your hands were holding tightly onto some documents.

today was your first day as the communications liaison of the BAU, and as much time as you’d spent training with JJ before she went on maternity leave, handling your first case by yourself was quite pressuring.

especially when you were surrounded by people whose job is to decode body language. remembering this, you immediately tilted your head upwards and shoulders back, before beginning to explain the case.

“four girls under the age of 25 have been abducted in the past two months. including two this week,” you spoke, walking around the table to hand the files to all of your new colleagues.

one of the agents, a brown haired boy you’d previously seen around, asked as he took the documents from you.

“are they under or over 21 ? because the statistics are entirely different within this range,” he explained, the rest of the team not even budging as he began rambling.

“three years ago, women over 21 represented about 65 thousands of missing persons files - 64 thousands nine hundred and fifty six to be exact…”

the man sitting next to the technical analyst smirked at you when he noticed the look of bewilderment on your face. “don’t mind the pretty boy,” he chuckled “he’s our walking encyclopaedia”

⋆˚࿔

about an hour later, after some more debriefing, you and the rest of the team boarded the jet. you sat down next to the window, fingers drumming against your thigh before a voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“do you mind ?” the brunette (whose name you’d discovered was actually spencer) spoke, fingers pointing at the seat next to yours.

you shook your head, motioning for him to sit down next to you which he did, careful not to disturb your personal space.

the others were all busy talking to eachother, or reviewing the case while the plane took off, and you focused on the steady humming of the engine to distract you from the boy next to you.

“so, walking encyclopaedia, huh ?” you joked, echoing morgan’s words in attempt to get to know him a bit more. you were going to have to work together for a while, after all.

he turned to face you, his expression a bit sheepish.

“i just uh, have an… eidetic memory ?” he suggested, weighing each of his words, assuming that just like everyone else, you’d simply characterise him as a nerd and move on with it.

realising they were not joking about the extent of his intellect, you tilted your head. that was going to be interesting.

“oh, total recall ?”

“basically, yes.” he answered, and you noticed the slightest hint of a smile creeping up on his, now that you thought about it, very pretty face. “but unlike photographic memory, it includes auditory memories and other sensory aspects.”

“woah… so could ask you anything and you’d just know ?”

he wanted to tell you that this was not how it worked, that he could only remember things if he’d ever actually learnt them before. but the way you were leaning towards him and seemed genuinely interested made him want to keep appearing smart to you.

eventually, he realised that the conversation was taking a turn, and becoming a quizz. but spencer couldn’t blame you, that’s what people were usually prone to doing when they learnt about his memory. except this time, he actually was having fun.

“so, do you know like…” you looked around, trying to think of something to ask before your gaze dropped to the cereal bar in your bag. “how many granola bars are consumed every year ?”

a second. his lips pursed.

“about 808.5 million units. the global average of cereal bars consumers is 37%.”

your jaw almost dropped, you had to ask something else.

“and the current population of new zealand ?”

“5 millions two hundred and twenty three… that was two years ago” he answered so quickly that you almost wondered if you should look for an “off” button on his forehead.

“okay, that’s super impressive…” you said, shifting in your seat so you could face him. “i know it’s probably tough though, knowing everyone expects you to know everything and having to live up to their expectations…”

at that, his eyes darted down. he didn’t expect you to say that, especially since you were simply getting to know him. and yet, it felt like you saw right through him already.

“it can get a bit rough sometimes… especially when i feel like i’m not able to use my knowledge properly for a case and it just feels like… like i’m failing everyone.” he said, feeling strangely comfortable admitting this to you, even if you were the newest member here.

you simply nodded, wanting him to know you agreed.

“come on, you’re human. you may be smart, but of course you’re going to be taken off guard at some point.” your voice was light, and reassuring.

“it’s not like you’re gonna know the name of… i don’t know, the deadliest jellyfish in the world”

a chuckle escaped his lips and his chocolate eyes locked with yours. “chironex fleckeri ? commonly known as the sea wasp, or the box jellyfish,” he stated, “the venom can cause death within minutes”

yeah, you obviously still had a lot to learn about him. and about jellyfishes too, apparently.

[21wanderer]

Buyer's remorse?

You froze when you saw the transaction on your bank account. It was ten times as much as you'd thought. Frantically you look through your mailbox looking for the invoice, but to your horror you discover, that the same ludicrous amount is written there. All you wanted was a good-quality Spiderman suit, just for a bit of escapism, but now you were almost broke. Looking over the invoice again you finally realise the mistake - it said Spiderman Suit Deluxe. You don't remember choosing a Deluxe, and now that little word had cost you a minor fortune.

Finally you calmed yourself, telling yourself it's going to be alright. You get the package, then just use the return label and get your money back. It took excruciatingly long for the package to arrive, the webshop had no phone number nor chat function, only an e-mail address, and though you wrote multiple mails explaining your situation and the obvious mistake, you received no answer. You feared that you had been duped.

Then finally three weeks later, the package arrived. Getting it home from the package shop was an ordeal, as the package was much bigger, heavier and unwieldy than you expected, and yet you still felt the concern of being scammed, the thought of the box containing some cheap - or in this case - expensive knock-off.

You carefully opened the box, being extremely cautious, trying to make sure that you didn't bruise or dent the box or its content the slightest. There it was the iconic red-and blue suit… the white-eyed mask, the intricate black web-pattern. It wasn't just a cheap knock-off, this could pass for the real thing. The fanboy in you really wanted to put it on, but your common sense said 'no' - any sign of use and the suit might be unreturnable.

There was no visible delivery note on top of the costume, so you carefully began to pick up the pieces and place them gently on the floor, making an internal note of which order they would have to be put back in. As you removed the components of the Deluxe-Spiderman suit looking for the delivery note, you began to wonder how this suit alone could justify such a big box, once you removed the suit itself from what you assumed was the last piece, you expected to find a ton of packaging peanuts filling half the box, but no, it was something else.

Your jaw dropped as a flesh-coloured mass revealed itself, at first you couldn't comprehend what you were looking at, but then you realised they were synthetic body pieces. There was a torso with arms, a pair of legs, feet, hands… and a face - Tom Holland's face. So this is what made the costume 'deluxe'.

As you picked up the pieces of the body, you forgot everything about the hefty price tag, this was way more than you have ever dreamed of. You could be the actual Spider-man, you could be the actual Tom Holland in the role of Spiderman. You found the delivery note at the bottom of the box, but that somehow seemed completely irrelevant now. You stretched one of the hands/gloves, it looked like skin, it felt like skin, it even smelled faintly human.

With an unparalleled eagerness and excitement you undressed, you held up the sculpted torso in front of you, still amazed at the detail, still beyond belief of how this could be real. You pushed your head through the opening at the neck, then pushed your arms through the sleeves, it was just like putting on a shirt, except this was something far more than that. You adjusted the shoulders and made sure they were in place, and marvelled at the result. You got Tom's tight pecs and athletic arms, you place a hand on your new stomach feeling the abs beneath the synthetic skin.

Having had a taste of what you could have only left you hungry for more - you felt insatiable and wanted it all. You slid on the legs like a pair of tight leggings, except padded with lean muscles, soon enough your lower half was covered with Tom's strong legs. Grinning you put on the hands like they were regular gloves. They slid right over your own hands and within moments they felt like they were. You stretched and flexed your new fingers, rubbing your face, your new pecs and abs. They felt real, looked real, right down to the fingerprints, which you imagined were identical to the real Tom's - everything else seemed to be.

You put the feet on like a pair of toe socks, pushing each toe into place and wiggling them as they stretched over your own. With the feet perfectly in place, you stand up to get a better look at your new body. You look astonished at yourself in the mirror, the face still your own, but the rest of your body unmistakably Tom's - athletic, smooth, lean and all yours. You pick up the Tom Holland mask, so incredibly life-like, from the lush hair to the soft cheeks and the strong chin, you almost lost yourself in thought, maybe you could just keep this on - permanently. Out of the corner of you eye, you notice a little tub at the bottom of box, you put down the Tom mask.

You read the label of the little container and opened it to reveal a bright pink substance, it was a sealant, to cover the seams of the suit, effectively fusing them together. Without hesitation you dipped your fingers into the thick pink goo and immediately applied it to your wrists and ankles, the bright colour faded soon after, the seems that before were near-invisible were now completely gone. With a delighted smile on your face, you apply the sealant to the seam at your waist. The bright colour faded again, taking a natural skin tone, and you felt the skin tighten, the seam was gone. With the replica Tom-body under your command and firmly attached, you slip on the mask.

The face snapped into place, and you stepped in front of the mirror. It was unmistakably Tom staring back at you, every facial feature flawless and indistinguishable from the real one . You lost track of time exploring every inch of your new body, and you've already decided, this was simply too good. You pulled on a pair of underpants, letting go of the elastic with a pleasing snap.

You put on the Spiderman suit, though it almost feels almost secondary now. You're already wearing a "Spiderman-suit" and this one, you are never taking off - however this is the true fanboy dream, you aren't just the character, but also the actor who brings it to life.

With expected ease you slip on the Spiderman-costume, it was tailored to perfectly fit Tom's/your body, and it did. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, brimming with confidence, looking like a hero, feeling like a hero, having the body of a hero.

Before you slipped on the second mask, completing your costume, you glanced over at the little tub of sealant on the table and chuckled, knowing there was still a handful left. You had a feeling, that in the very near future, you'd be applying it to your neck, making the fantasy complete.

And soon enough you did. The mask sealed in place. Tom's body and face were yours, and you're never going back.

[competitioneddie]

As someone who genuinely likes Tommy as a character specifically because he's so flawed and morally questionable, points 3 and 8 are so so valid.

Maybe everything else makes Tommy a bad person but doesn't directly affect Buck as long as he doesn't find out about Tommy's past or sees him acting out his bigoted beliefs. He can be oblivious to everything else, but 3 and 8 stand out as a bad romantic match.

Tommy is valid for not wanting to deal with Buck's possible internalised homophobia and having to stand on the sidelines as Buck comes out to everyone, he might be triggered because he didn't get to come out safely or he might be scared that this is just a trial run for a baby bi man, which is a fucking valid fear starting a relationship!!! But there are oceans between being afraid and having quite literally no faith in the relationship you're entering. Don't do that to yourself baby, pace yourself a bit and start out as a casual thing and see where it goes, cut your losses if it really doesn't work but be emotionally available to the other person and tell them the reason, allow them to know and do what they want with the knowledge. It's clearly not the case with Buck because it has been pointed out endlessly that Tommy isn't the landing place for Buck, but someone else might see your struggle and want to put in the work to make you feel confident in your relationship, don't doom yourself Tommy!

And as for 8, this is such a stark contrast with Eddie who took one look at Buck after the breakup and said you know what, my basketball buddie is not that important to me, Buck's my best friend and I'm gonna ditch Tommy's ass for hurting him. Tommy was positively ecstatic that Eddie had left. That's so mean and not romantic in the least, if you love someone you can't be so openly happy that their best friend left temporarily and surreptitiously reinforce Buck's fear that Eddie's gone forever, no matter how jealous you were of their relationship. Sure, you can have that knee-jerk reaction, but at some point you've gotta learn to keep it in check because it's not healthy to think of your partner in terms of a prize. There is no competition, either Buck loves Eddie romantically or he doesn't, and even if he does it's not about who scores more brownie points. It's ultimately up to Buck and if pressed he would probably choose Tommy in a misguided attempt to make it work to prove that he's not unlovable, which sucks for Tommy same as it sucked for Taylor, but I truly honestly think he would never ever go for Eddie unless Eddie made the first move. Buck treats their friendship like it's this very fragile thing that will startle and break if he looks at it funny. He would never risk it. Tommy doesn't deserve to be in that kind of relationship and ultimately I think he was smart to break things off with Buck, but they're so ill fitting as a couple because they really can't get past Eddie. Someone else might look the other way but because Tommy knows Eddie and maybe suspects he's not as straight as Buck thinks, he's always going to fear that romantic potential and that's unfair to himself first, to Buck, Eddie, and to Eddie's potential partner.

Is Eddie perfect? Hell no, but he pushed for Buck and Tommy to get together, and once confronted with Tommy being gone, he felt for Buck, put aside his ONE (1) instance of joy and sat there in silence for his best friend who'd been dumped by someone Eddie for once liked, and thought quietly to himself, how can I best support Buck through his breakup and not enable him to get back together with someone who, from my side of things, doesn't seem interested in the kind of long term partnership Buck craves? That's a friendly thing to do and if Tommy can't see past that, that's on Tommy until Eddie has some kind of sexuality realisation that makes it undeniable that he's been sabotaging Buck's relationships. There is so far no canon evidence to believe that Eddie is after Buck romantically, yet the only instance where that is canonically touched on is in the context of Tommy's up to that point unfounded jealousy and suspicion. Tommy is the one making buddie canon in his head.

If Tommy loved Buck and wanted to make things work, he'd have expressed his fears about Eddie at the very least, or reasoned with himself that there is no reason to see Eddie as competition, and he would've supported Buck through Eddie's departure instead of rubbing salt on that particular wound. The point is Tommy doesn't want to make things work unless they're low effort which is very valid and understandandable for a man in his 40s who came out later in life and has experienced the kind of solid, loving relationship he wants. He's repeating Buck's mistakes of craving intimacy and speedrunning through a relationship with shaky foundations and to his credit, Tommy at least has the insight to notice this and end it before Buck gets more attached.

The thing is, and I think this doesn't get touched on enough, that Tommy and Abby worked for such a long time because they were friends too, and Tommy can see all of that potential for Buck and Eddie and be adult enough to step aside when he becomes aware that he will never be able to look past that and trust Buck and Eddie not to wreck Tommy's relationship with Buck.

okay in tommy hater era because here is a list of reasons i hate him

1: racist.

2: even if you dont acknowledge that he himself was racist, his complacency in the system that othered women, queer people, and people of color, despite the fact that doing so might have kept himself safe. we also never see him apologizing for the way that he treated them.

3: refusing to give a closeted bisexual man the LITTLEST bit of understanding for not immediately being ready to come out to his best friend once he had his gay awakening.

4: that entire deleted scene where henren very clearly DONT fw tommy #standwithlesbians

5: that very same deleted scene where tommy refused to reveal his intentions with buck implying that tommys intention with buck was ALWAYS going to be breaking up with him, because he never had any real intentions with him.

6: the whole daddy issues scene. like that is an INSANE joke to make a) with a man you are not that close with and do not know his personal relationship with his father b) DURING A SERIOUS CONVERSATION c) ESPECIALLY considering bucks issues with his father

7: the entire breakup. tommy not telling buck the real reason he was breaking up with him (viewing his best friend as competition) and instead leaving him confused and alone because he couldnt handle buck and eddies relationship.

8: actively adding on to bucks anxiety about eddie never returning by treating eddie like he was gone (competition being 'out of the way' = not there anymore) and treating the departure of bucks closest friend as a positive thing just because it could mean something for their relationship.

9: CALLING BUCK EVAN. DESPITE THE FACT THAT NOBODY CALLED BUCK EVAN, THAT BUCK WAS HIS PREFERRED NAME, THAT ONLY PEOPLE THAT BUCK WAS CLOSE WITH WERE ALLOWED TO CALL HIM THAT. HE TOOK THAT SYMBOL OF CLOSENESS AND TURNED IT INTO A FUCKING LIKE RELATIONSHIP 'NICKNAME'

10: i just dont like him. i never got what buck thought was so cool about him (besides the fact that all of the traits he found cool he shared with eddie)

[prettyflyshyguy]

OK I HAVE NO TIME CAUSE I'M PREPPING FOR ART MARKET

HOWEVER.

You know what time it is. I need to do this quick because otherwise I'll explode if I don't know what's going on. You know the drill! Thought's under the cut:

GIRL ME TOO WHEN SOMEONE TRIES TO FLIRT WITH ME

stop looking at people with those huge wet stupid eyes

"we can't fix the hopper because you wanted to download a show"

I'M FUCKING SOBBING HOLY SHIT GO OFF MENSAH THAT ENTIRE CONVERSATION WAS PHENOMENAL THE WRITING AHAHAHA

THE WAY SHE JUST SUDDENLY REALISES AFTER ALL THE TIMES IT'S BEEN COLD, TERRIFYING, UNCOMFORTABLE THAT IT'S JUST HOARDING SHOWS IN ITS HARD MEMORY AND SHE'S JUST SO FUCKING DISSAPOINTED GNOANHGEGJRNIJGERIOGHNE

both of them just have such good fucking expression acting I'm dead I love them both sm

Interesting. Very. Interesting.

It's like she's bouncing between very targeted information gathering and suddenly being very boundary pushing.

Bharadwaj I love you I love you I love you you are SO funny and SO wonderfull (ALSO GURATHIN'S FACE MY MAN'S JUST TRYING TO GET WORK DONE AND NOT THINK ABOUT SECUNIT PENIS GRAFTING)

"Can't you print new wiring?"

"Oh."

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the way it's now completely mask off. This is its real genuine personality on display. Mensah is experiencing the actual true face of this thing and how it thinks and feels and operates and it's fucking delightful to see the complete shift in tone, body language, the OPENNESS of it's self expression.

"sit on this bunker"

"YOU SIT"

sobbing. I'm sobbing-

"Sanctuary. Fucking. Moon,"

THE WAY MY JAW FUCKING HIT THE FLOOR ON THIS LINE DELIVERY I AM GOING TO DIE THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

MENSAH'S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL I GET SO ANGRY WHEN I'M PANICKING AND SOMEONE DOES THIS -- but it's the initial pain response. This hurts to watch because I'm Mensah. I've been Mensah.

"DON'T TOUCH"

SCREAMS

this entire conversation is utterly brutal and so, so, so fascinating

Once again: I love her and she feels like she keeps bouncing between saying something very genuine "I want to have kids" and something very REHEARSED - the maps.

"Why dont you tell me what you saw?"

"I think I'd rather not"

GURATHIN'S ONTO HER YESSSSSSS MY MAN YESSSSSSSSS

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAHAHAHAA YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE AN EVIL WOMAN YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

they use cloned neural tissue in transport vehicles!!!!!!!!!????????

ALSO HELLO THIS SCENE HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO

IT USING DIALOG FROM MED CENTRE ARGALA I'M CRYING

"i'm a vegetarian"

"you dont have to eat me, just cut me"

"scalpel"

"wrench"

THIS IS THE BEST SCENE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW THIS IS THE EBST TV IVE WATCHED IN YEARS

OH MY GOD THIS WAS BEAUTIFULL

THE WAY ITS WALKING AROUND WITH ITS ENTIRE BACK EXPOSED LIKE THAT PUT THAT AWAY YOU SL-

god

THIS SHOW IS SO SNAPPY AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT WASTES NO FUCKING TIME

finally we get Murderbot murdering someone on screen!!!!

THE GUTS ABSOLUTELY SMOTHERING EVERYONE IN THE ROOM

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"but then I exploded Leebeebee's head. And that. Felt good."

WHAT A WAY TO END THE EPISODE HOLY FUCK

The prexaux team finally get to see MB for who it truly is and MB also gets to do some self discovery of a very cursed variety but there's so much undercurrent of internal conflict there. Like yeah buddy I'm sure it felt good to obliterate her, she came onto you, said some rancid depersonalizing thing's about your body and penis grafting, and endangered your entire crew which you keep trying to convince yourself you don't care about in the way that you clearly do.

Why else would you have felt that bad when Mensah scolded you. Why else would you work so hard to not be the monster when you were almost taken over by hostile code. Why else would you work so hard to keep them all safe even when you didn't ever need to, when you could half half assed it and gotten away with it too.

[wordsofelie]

🍧just like that

bokuto koutarou x f!reader

words count: 1.2k

When you first met Bokuto, he was a teenager. Loud, awkward around girls, convinced he could win a fight against a bear if it came down to it. The kind that devoured bowls of rice bigger than his stomach and laughed like he was the only one in the room.

Still, you fell in love with him. It was in the way he was too honest with his emotions. In the way he treated strangers like friends and teammates like family. In the way he saw the world—great, kind, infinite.

You started dating in the final semester of your last year of high school. He asked you out on the festival day.

“I like your hair like that.” He declared out of the blue even though you were carrying heavy boxes. Your hair was up in a ponytail, and there was sweat dripping from your forehead. Your heart skipped a beat, and at this moment, you knew that if you turned him down, you would regret it for the rest of your life.  

He left for Osaka a few months after, while you stayed in Tokyo. Long distance was never a problem, not when the person on the other end always made sure to finish his calls with sweet words and loud ‘I love yous’. Despite starting his professional career and becoming a promising player,  Bokuto was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

Ten years have passed since then.

There have been highs and lows for sure, but nothing dramatic. You remember a few mismatched expectations, a handful of miscommunications, but that’s all. You moved in together two years ago and, for the most part, it had been easy. Soft. Full of delicious meals, long mornings in bed, shared clothes, and the certainty that this is what you want forever.

Simply perfect. Well—except for the past month.

You can’t say when or even how it started. Maybe it was your new job that drained you more than you expected. Or maybe it was Bokuto’s frustration after losing the world championship. Or maybe it was both.

Usually, you’d say you were each other’s anchors. Steady and always together. But lately, you’ve felt like you were tugging away, and at times you even wondered if you weren’t going in complete different directions.

You never imagined you'd really fight with Bokuto one day. Yes, he could be clumsy—mixing whites and colours in the laundry, deleting tax emails by mistake, showing up an hour late to medical appointments (even though you wrote it down on the fridge in bright letters!). But those things meant nothing compared to all the joy he gave you; those could even be endearing.

But what happened today wasn’t endearing.

You snapped for something you can’t even pinpoint now. He yelled back. You called him an asshole, and he slammed the front door on his way out.

You waited for him to come back only to find yourself alone for the last four or five hours. Tonight’s meal has turned cold, and you miss him now.

You’ve never gone this long without fixing things. The only times you didn’t hear from him for more than an hour were when he was having a game, or when he was on the plane. Never because you were mad at each other.

You don’t realise you’ve bitten your lips so much, your mouth tastes like metal. You’re slumped on the couch in his hoodie with a melting tub of ice cream on the coffee table. A thought goes through your mind, telling you how cliché and desperate you must look. It’s almost laughable. You’re even watching some k-drama about a girl chasing her childhood friend who doesn’t know she loves him.

“She should have told him,” you groan at the TV like an old lady getting angry at the news. “Before he left.”

You think you might cry at some point, for the fight or the silence or the fatigue that you have both been enduring. And you regret every word you said to him. Gosh, if only you could rewind the last hours. You never used to be so vulnerable, so raw with your feelings. You were the kind to keep everything locked tight, but Bokuto cracked you open over the years—gently, patiently. How are you supposed to feel better without him?

The door opens and it startles you.

You fumble for the remote to turn off the TV, but in the rush, you knock over your tub of ice cream. It drips down your jumper.

“Shit,” you whisper, pressing a hand to the stain.

“Oh—wait, I’ll…find something.” Bokuto’s voice sounds like he has been crying.

He kicks off his shoes and disappears into the kitchen. You hear the clatter of a drawer, the rush of the tap, then his hurried footsteps as he returns with a sponge.

He drops to his knees beside you. You catch a trail of waterdrops behind him, following the path he took. The sponge is the wrong one—this one is meant for scrubbing dishes, not cotton—but you don’t correct him. You just watch the way his hands tremble slightly, how his brows pull together in worry.

“It’s fine now Kou,” you tell him.

You pull the jumper over your head and toss it aside. He tries not to look at you, but fails. His cheeks turn red at your almost bare chest. You find it cute, the fact that, after nearly a decade, he still gets flustered like it’s your first summer together.

You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry again.

So instead, you clear your throat, and he finally lifts his head to meet your eyes.

One of you has to talk first, yet you can’t seem to collect your thoughts to form a sentence, an apology. You feel stupid, so immature. How do people usually make up with each other? How do they regain one’s trust? And how are you supposed to show him how much he matters to you when you’ve let him down. All of a sudden, everything seems incredibly complex, too complicated—

“I like your hair like that,” he admits.

Your brain stops. The sentence is all it takes for your muscles to release. You move an inch towards him and fall into his arms; he steadies himself, and hugs you back—tight and warmly. His hand finds the back of your head, burying into your hair (messy, up in a quickly made ponytail).

“I’m sorry for calling you an asshole,” you whisper.

“And I’m sorry for leaving,” he says as he presses his lips to your temple. “I don’t ever want to leave like that again.”

“You better not,” you murmur with a pout.

Of course, making up with him is that simple. That evident. Like it’s always with him. How could you forget?

“What were you watching?” He asks after a few minutes.

You try to act as if you weren’t hooked on the series, as if you hadn’t been binge-watching the entire season. “Ahh… just some stupid k-drama.”

He reaches for the remote to turn it on again, “I’ll watch with you.”

“Wait, I’ll go warm up the food first.”

He smiles, and you kiss the corner of his lips. Just like that.

a/n: i went to ed sheeran concert and the song tenerife sea inspired me haha

[userfayz]

“You cheated.”

You awake groggily that morning to find Tomura sitting upright in the sad excuse of a mattress, fists curled into the threadbare sheets, knuckles blanching through his skin. If his thumbs curled in any closer, the mattress was at risk of decaying. His face is contorted with rage: red eyes ablaze, eyebrows furrowed and knitted together. His scarred lip curls with disgust as his furied eyes bore into you.

“Wha’d you say?” You prop yourself up in bed, checking the time on your battered phone and rubbing your sleep crusted eyes before returning your attention to Tomura. His chest heaves with anger.

“I said, you cheated.” His fingers tear into the sheets.

You frown, eyes all bleary. “I don’t follow-“

“Last night,” he seethes, “you fucking cheated.”

Your eyes widen with realisation. “Tomura-”

How did he know?You’d been so fucking careful. How could he have possibly known? You hadn’t planned to do it — it had just sort of…happened.

“Tomura—” you try again, swallowing thickly around the nervous lump in your throat. “It was a one time thing, I swear —”

When he speaks next, it’s through gritted teeth. His body trembles with a rage you’d never seen before. “A one time thing?” He throws himself out of bed and begins to pace the room. “That makes it okay, does it?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s really not that big of a fucking deal, Shiggy.” You hop out of bed, shimmying on last night's jeans. You’d been hankering for an extra few minutes in bed before a day filled with league nonsense, but encouraging your leader back into the sheets was seemingly more unlikely by the second.

“You’re being immature,” you say as you throw in your hoodie. You throw him a pointed look over your shoulder where he still paces. “Get over it.”

He practically shrieks. His ruby bulge out of his skull. “Get over it?You fucking cheat and you expect me to just—”

You slam the door and drown out the rest of his whining.

“Trouble in paradise?”

You sit down at the rickety dining table, the chair scraping against the concrete floor. “He’s pissed that we cheated last night.”

Dabi quirks an eyebrow from opposite you. “Damn. How’d he find out?”

“No fucking clue—“ You pause to let the thick cereal bar slide down your throat. It was like eating sawdust, but it was the only thing the league could afford at this point. “We were so discreet about it.”

——

The silent treatment lasts all day. Then the next. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day—

By day five, you’re about ready to strangle him.

He storms to his room once you’ve all converged and debriefed on the day’s matters and discoveries. This isn’t particularly unusual — he doesn’t often hang around or concern himself with the inane chatter of the rest of the league. Usually, you’d have hung around with them for a while, and as the evening rolled on you'd make an excuse to leave and slink into his bed for the night.

The others know this is different too: the punctured door slamming, the dragging of the feet, the wistful looks your way that turn into something of pure hatred when you catch him looking, the way he leaves a room or walks away when you’re near him — yeah, you’re not sure the the invitation to creep into his bed and keep him company is currently still extended.

It hurts more than you expect it to. Your eyes are burning, suddenly, and there’s a lump in your throat. You screw your eyes shut to quell some tears that threaten to fall.

“Fuck this,” you say to no one in particular, voice thick with sadness. “I’m so sick of this shit.”

You almost rip his door off the hinges. And the foundations tremble with the slam that follows.

“Tomura fucking Shigaraki—”

He narrows his eyes. He’s removed his hoodie, and you can see the skin on his neck irritated. This makes your heart weep — had it really meant that much to him?

“Get out of here.” His voice is chilling: cold, curt, and laced with threat. “I don’t want to look at you.”

You kind of lose it, then. “Tomura fucking Shigaraki,” you practically growl, nose flaring with pure anger and rage. Spit flies from your mouth. He takes a quick step back, eyes wide. “I have done nothing to fucking warrant this bullshit.” You move closer, accusatory finger stabbing into his chest. “Nothing, you hear me?All I did was cheat on—“

He throws his hands up. His voice is choked in pure disbelief. “All you did was cheat?” He gestures around incredulously. “All you did was cheat?!”Do you hear yourself?”

You take a step back. “Yeah, Tomura. I cheated. So fucking what?” You take a seat on the cot bed, shoving your head in your hands. “Everybody fucking cheats at Monopoly.” You gaze at him through your hands. “If I thought you’d kick off this much—“

“Oh?Everybody cheats, do they?“ He stops, suddenly absorbing what you said. He stares at you where you sit on the bed, looking mournful and dejected. “I’m sorry - did you just say monopoly?”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him through defeated eyes. “And Uno, too.” You shrug. “I’m not usually a cheat, but I guess I just had too much to drink.”

There’s a silence.

A loaded, incredibly loud silence.

“I didn’t think it would upset you so much, Shiggy.”

His face twitches. “Do you mean to tell me that this entire time—” he scratches his head in confusion, staring at you with an expression of disbelief. “You’re saying that this entire time, you meant you cheated during the board game night?”

“Yup.” You kick your legs out, leaning back on your elbows. “And I know you're a sore loser, but you’re kind of cute when you pout over losing games. Me and Dabi just thought it would be funny if—“

You finally comprehend what Tomura said. The pieces start to slowly click together in your head. “Wait— what did you think I meant?” You sound horrified.

Tomura looks away, suddenly embarrassed. His skin tinges with pink as he mumbles, “I thought you-“ he swallows. “I thought you’d fucked someone else.”

Holy shit.

You flop back onto the bed, grabbing the worn pillow and screaming into it while he looks onwards, equally as stunned as you are. Holy fucking shit.

“You’re a fucking moron,” you groan, and then throw the pillow in his direction. He dodges, grabbing the pillow between two fingers and tossing it back at you. “Wait,” you say, propping yourself up again and glaring at him. “Why would you even think I cheated on you?”

He avoids looking at you, eyes focusing on any point in the room other than where you lie on the bed. He looks uncharacteristically nervous. “I—uh. I just—” He shakes his head, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He smiles, suddenly, potentially the most awkward and faux smile you’ve ever seen. “Let’s not dwell on the past, hey?” He scratches the back of his neck. “What’s done is done.”

You’re not convinced. He moves cautiously into bed beside you, body burning with awkward tension. He’s lying — about what, you’re going to find out. “Why don’t we watch a movie or get—“

You have him pinned between your legs and arms pinned above his head in less than a second. His hair splays around his head like a halo. “Tomura, you’re being fuckin’ strange,” you say evenly. “Tell me why you thought I was cheating on you.”

“I said it doesn’t-“

You slide your knee between his legs, putting a borderline painful amount of weight on his crotch. He hisses. “Okay, okay. Just move your fucking knee off my junk.”

You oblige.

“I had a dream.”

You blink. “A dream?”

His face blooms red. “Yup.”

Your face cracks. “You’ve treated me like shit for the better part of a week because of a dream?” you shriek.

He frees himself from your grasp. “And you confirmed it!” You said ‘oh, Shiggy, yes I cheated, so fucking what’” He points to himself. “How was I supposed to know it was about Uno?!”

You scoff. “And how was I supposed to know about your stupid little dream, huh?”

You’re at a stalemate. He stares at you challengingly from where he lies pinned beneath you. You scowl down at him, knee still considering giving him a swift kick to the balls.

And you’re not sure who starts to laugh first. But you both erupt into a fit of laughter: you, with your distinct laugh muffling yourself into his shirt, and him, with his gravelly chuckle and chest heaving as he wraps a careful arm around you while you shudder into him. He loops his leg around yours, the angry tension melting from both of your bodies. You snort, wiping a tear from your eye. You tilt his face up, running a finger along his lips, and he nips the tip of your finger.

He’s too stubborn to apologise to you— and he should - you know this - and yet you don’t seem to care. You’ve long since established who he is: the petulance, the inane jealousy, the occasional outbursts — you knew the word sorry would never pass his lips. And yet you crawled into bed with him every night anyway. And he’s under you, laughing with you, touching you — that’s all you need to know that things are going to be okay.

“You’re an idiot,” you say, peppering kisses up the column of his neck. “And for the record—-“ you slide your hands under his shirt. “Don’t ever do that shit to me again.”

He manoeuvres you under him, switching your positions instantly. His leg slides between yours. He dips his mouth to your ear. “Understood,” he rasps. He lavishes kisses of apology on you as you squirm under him. “Oh,” he begins, pulling away from you. His eyebrows furrow. “Don’t ever fucking cheat at monopoly again, or I swear I’ll—“

i think tomura is 100% the kind of boyfriend who’d get grumpy with you if he had a dream where you cheated on him. all pouty glances and silent treatment all day until you finally ask him what the fuck is up and then he tells you that dream you cheated on him. and you’re just like. boy what the fuck

[bitchinbarzal]

One Last Dance | T Meier

summary: after one love fuelled summer with timo, you’re marrying nico.

⸻

There are wildflowers in your hair and champagne on your lips when you spot him.

Timo.

Leaning against the bar in that way he always did — one arm braced, jaw tight, pretending not to look for you. You wonder how long he’s been here. If he saw you walk down the aisle. If it hurt.

You’re not supposed to care. You’re not supposed to think about him. Not today.

But the truth is, you haven’t stopped since Zurich.

You met Timo the summer you turned twenty-two, when everything was sun-drenched and fleeting. You were working abroad, running a photography program for kids while trying to figure out your own life, and he was already knee-deep in the hockey world, crashing in Switzerland for training and a bit of freedom. You collided at a lake party just outside the city — you in cutoff shorts, him in a backwards hat, both of you tipsy and too curious for your own good.

It was supposed to be nothing. A fling. A heatwave thing.

But it wasn’t.

You stayed up late, slept in his shirts, learned every freckle on his chest. He let you read pages from his journal and you let him photograph you in golden hour light. You danced barefoot on balconies and kissed like the world was ending. And maybe, in some ways, it did. Because when August came and you both had to leave — he to training camp, you to the States — there was no ending that fit.

You didn’t talk about feelings. You didn’t say goodbye properly. You just left, and he didn’t stop you.

Years passed. You moved on. You met Nico.

Sweet, steady Nico, who made you feel safe for the first time in a long time. He never made you question his love, never held back, never left you guessing. He was Timo’s best friend which was something you didn’t realise at first but by the time you found out, it was already too late.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That the past was the past.

But Timo never left your head. And now he’s here, in a suit and tie, watching you slow dance with your husband on your wedding night.

You try not to look, but you do.

Nico’s hands are warm on your waist. He leans in and kisses your forehead, murmuring something sweet, something only for you. You force a smile and nod, but your stomach turns because you feel Timo’s eyes like a brand across the dance floor.

The song begins to fade.

Nico pulls back slightly. “Be right back,” he says with a smile, gesturing toward the DJ. “I’ve got a request.”

And before you can step away, another hand slips into yours.

You already know it’s him. You don’t have to look up.

Timo.

His touch is tentative but familiar. Still calloused in the same places. Still warm like summer.

You should walk away. You should run. But you let him pull you in.

“I won’t keep you long,” he says softly.

Your heart thunders. You glance around, but no one seems to be watching. Or if they are, they’re too polite to say anything.

You try to keep your voice even. “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

He doesn’t argue. He just starts to sway, leading you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he’s done it a hundred times before.

Maybe he has. In Zurich. In memory.

“You look happy,” he murmurs after a beat. “You look beautiful.”

You blink hard. “Timo…”

“I’m not trying to ruin your day.”

“Then why are you here?”

His jaw tightens. “Because I needed to see if you were really gone.”

The music winds around you like smoke, heavy and slow. You can’t meet his eyes. You’re afraid of what’s there — or worse, what’s still there.

He shifts his hand slightly, thumb brushing the bare skin at your back, just above the waistline of your dress. You flinch.

“I loved you, you know,” he says, so low it almost disappears beneath the violins.

Your chest clenches. “You never told me.”

“I didn’t think I had to. I thought you knew.”

You finally meet his gaze then. And it nearly destroys you.

He looks like the boy you left behind and the man he became all at once. Hurt, but harder now. Like he built walls to keep you out and never figured out how to tear them back down.

“You let me go.”

“I didn’t want to,” he says, voice cracking. “I just didn’t know how to ask you to stay.”

You want to say something cruel. Something that will break the moment before it breaks you. But you don’t get the chance.

Because as the music swells to its final notes, he leans in.

And with a voice full of every word he never got to say, he whispers:

“It should’ve been me.”

The world stops.

Air catches in your lungs. Your fingers tremble in his. Your heart shatters in slow motion.

You pull back.

Timo lets you go, just like he did that summer.

And when Nico returns, all bright-eyed and proud with a new song queued up, you smile and step into his arms like nothing happened.

But something did.

And you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to forget it.

[callme-holly]

𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 - 𝐃.𝐖

||۶ৎ a part 2 to the fic "visting hours" . dallas is out of jail, but reader wants nothing to do with him...

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

You never really visited him again, not after that first time, not after giving him that letter which revealed everything your heart wished it could say but your brain wouldn’t let you. It would have been too awkward.

So instead, you called. Once every week, a brief phone call just to check in and make sure he was still alive and still coming home to you. They were painfully professional when he picked up, formal in a way your conversations never were, lacking that adoration behind each word that you usually had no issue speaking…

And when he was released, you didn’t go to pick him up. He knew you wouldn’t, and that’s why he’s here now, standing outside of your bedroom window like some lovesick fool, waiting to be let into the dry warmth of your space.

“What’re you doing?” You snap, the hinges of your window squealing as you push it open, stepping aside just enough to let him in. You should turn him away, really, and in an ideal world, you would. But you just can’t bring yourself to do it, not when you’ve missed him this much. 

“No hello?” His voice is rough in a way that makes you melt, the butterflies in your stomach starting up no matter how hard you try to contain them. “Thought maybe I was gonna get a better welcome than that.” 

The look you fix him with says enough: stern and devoid of any form of fondness he’d secretly hoped you might let show. Your hurt was guileless, and Dallas couldn’t help but feel something akin to guilt bubble up at that sorry look shining behind your eyes.

“I don’t think you deserve anything better than that.” 

He sighs heavily, kicking off his boots and shrugging off his jacket—actions he’s learnt to do whenever you’ve cleaned your room—before flopping down onto your bed. The sheets are clean, pretty and soft, just like you, and he lets himself sink into them with a low groan.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” your voice cuts through the sleepy haze like a knife, rbeaking the stillness in the room and sawing straight through the flesh of what he’d built between you and the parts he didn’t want you to see. “You don’t live here, Winston.” 

And that hurt the most. The fact that he didn’t even have a place in your room anymore, the room that had practically become his too. “Didn’t realise I needed to have a lease to see my girl.” 

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.” Quiet, uncertain, but spoken with such a firmness that it knocked the wind out of him. It was like he’d been hit by a tidal wave, dragged out to sea by the current and left to drown in the torrent. 

“What?” 

You scoff, moving to sit on the opposite end of the bed. Not next to him, not in your spot. The mattress dips beneath you and there’s something strangely hollow about it. “You think you showing up here fixes things?” 

He shakes his head slowly. “I—no, doll. That’s not what I’m doing.” He starts, stumbling over his words in a way that’s near embarrassing. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” 

“I’m not supposed to be your last resort, Dallas!” Your voice cracks, that despairing tone causing something in him to crack because he’d done this. He’d stripped you entirely of any form of tolerance you had left, your patience worn down to the final thread, which had grown tired of being stitched back into place over and over. 

“Don’t do that.” He mumbles, leaning forward slightly. His hand brushes your knee, tentatively, uncertain on whether or not he’s even permitted to touch you. But when you don’t pull away, he tugs you close, his grip unyielding until you’re settled against him, a warm weight he’d craved like a drug each night. 

“You know it ain’t like that.” His fingers brushed through your hair idly, combing through stray knots, unnaturally tender. “I read your letter.” 

You hum faintly, head resting on his chest, the dull thump of his heart lulling you into a more tranquil state than before. “I gathered…” He’d never mentioned it, but then again, why would he? It ached too much. 

“Took me three tries to get through it all the way,” he laughed faintly, but it was lacklustre, devoid of any real humour. “Thought maybe that was it. That that was your way of saying you were finished with me. With us.” 

“It almost was,” you admit, refusing to meet those stupid blue eyes that you fall in love with each time you look into them. “Wasn’t sure I could keep visiting you. It hurts me, Dal. To see you like that, locked up like some sort of dangerous animal.” 

“I am dangerous, sweetheart.” 

You scoff, the sound muffled against the fabric of his rain-soaked shirt; he still smelt of cigarettes, something that both comforted and repulsed you all at once. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

He chuckles lowly, a deeper rumble low in his chest. “I mean it,” he grumbles, lifting your chin so that you finally meet his steady gaze. “I’m bad news. Aren’t good.” 

“You’re good to me.” And that was the truth, the whole reason you stuck around through it all. Because he treated you like you were the sole thing on earth that mattered; he didn’t always get it right, but he tried. He’d walk to the ends of the earth and back if it meant not only having you but having you happy. 

“You ever gonna stop letting me back in?” His voice was a whisper now, dripping like honey in that stupidly addictive way that made you want to kiss him senseless. 

“I’ve been trying for months.” The words are barely audible, but he catches them. And while they hit hard, the truth behind them isn’t entirely solid. 

“Not hard enough.” 

And then his lips are on yours: soft, tender, everything you’d missed these past few months, like  a fix you’d finally been allowed to fulfil after so long of spending nights alone with nothing but the shadows of your room.

Your fingers card through his blonde strands, long and unruly, but still soft in the way you remembered. He tasted of old smoke and spearmint and every possible bad decision. But never once did you pull away; not even when your brain screamed at you to do so, that you wouldn’t just end up back here in a few months' time. 

No. You didn’t pull away. Because it was then that you realised: this was your boy. And as messed up as he might be, he would do anything to make it up to you. 

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[strwberri-milk]

at home

|| Dick Grayson x Reader || Fluff || 1 522 Words ||

a/n - this is my bday fic uhh i just love dick grayson my affection for him came back in full force this year for some reason and its maybe not like the most amazing in chracter fic for him but i promise ive read a lot about him i just wanted a purely fluffy piece :(( ive got a few more things w him but his voice isnt quite yet perfectly solid in my head

The days always crawled by slowly whenever Dick wasn’t home.

It’s not like you two lived together or anything. You also worked hard not to be fully codependent despite both of you having slightly clingy tendencies that were only unable to come to fruition in thanks to Dick’s incredibly hectic schedule.

You thought you’d grow used to it by now, but you never really truly did.

After all, if you had you wouldn’t find yourself buried deep in the closet of his slightly shitty apartment, laying on some makeshift nest comprised of the sheets that sorta still smell like him wrapped around your body.

You doze off a bit, clinging to a pillow that wears his shirt. The coolness of his cologne rests against your cheek and you ignore the slightly acrid taste in your mouth in favour of having the idea of him wrapped around you again. You’re so caught up in your daydreaming that you don’t hear the door to his apartment open, nor do you realise he’s too tired to notice that the pair of shoes sitting in the foyer are yours. He creeps up the stairs silently, Escrima sticks in hand, only putting them away when he sees the mess of blankets on the ground.

For a moment, his heart stops. He thinks something’s wrong, that you came in to find him and instead found yourself face to face with someone who wanted you dead. It’s not until he sees the easy way your chest rises and falls, how relaxed you look in your little cocoon that he exhales softly.

A shadow falls over your body as you look up, Dick now looming over you as his bright blue eyes focus on you laid across the floor of his bedroom like it’s a luxury mattress.

“…comfy down there?” he asks after a minute, the softest hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Yeah,” you mumble in response, turning to bury your face in the pillow.

Dick tries not to look too offended as you seem far too comfortable snubbing his actual real moving up and down chest in favour of whatever contraption you’ve got set up inside his closet.

“What are you trying to do?”

You ignore him as he crouches down to get at eye level with you, chuckling a bit at his slight wince and the way his joints sound clicking into place.

“Ha. You’re getting fucking old,” you taunt as he lightly flicks you wherever he can reach.

“I literally just got home. What did I do to deserve that?” he asks petulantly.

It takes him another moment before he decides to see what all the fuss is about, laying on the ground next to you. Unlike you however, he has none of the amenities you’d acquired – stolen – from his bed. You look at him out of the corner of your eye as he just lays there for a bit, turning his face to look at you with half a grin.

���I don’t get it. Why are we both down here?”

You don’t reply to him, simply taking in the way he looks finally being here with you. Your eyes slowly trail over his face, catching the way his freckles are disappearing into his tanned skin since it’s not very sunny outside, the way his dimple is fighting for its life right now as he pretends he isn’t wanting to grin like a madman from just seeing you. Subtly, you begin shifting to lay down on your side, continuing to observe him.

You also don’t want to open your mouth, afraid to admit that this was the best way you were able to feel his presence whenever he left for long periods of time. His closet would always vaguely smell like him and as long as you made a nest to lay down on it really wasn’t all that bad. He watches you curiously, mirth filling his eyes as he watches you settle.

“I think I’m missing something,” he muses, something filling his voice and you know it’s not good.

You squeal out loud when he suddenly reaches an arm out and grabs you, pulling you into his chest tightly. The sheets drag along the small, cramped space of the floor as he buries his nose into your neck. After a moment, he starts taking comedically deep breaths as he gnaws on your shoulder in way that’s clearly not meant to be sexy.

“There. Much better,” he says when he’s satisfied with whatever he’s done to you, sighing happily as his leg hooks over your hip to keep your back in place against his chest. 

“Dick stop it – Dick -  oh my god-“

You make another noise of surprise when his hands slide under your shirt, hands resting against the planes of your chest as his thumbs keep themselves busy by circling on your skin. You try to fight his grip but it’s totally no use, Dick’s strength always impossible for you to fight out of.

“Quit squirming,” he mumbles, biting the back of your neck.

“I’m trying to get comfortable. You’re moving too much.”

He continues to manhandle you into place, ignoring the way you yelp and laugh as he does, finally satisfied when he’s got you pressed up against him as tight as he can possibly get you. His leg slots itself between both of yours, the thick muscle of his thigh pressing right up against your core. His arms are holding you so tightly against his chest you would think he’s restricting your airflow but somehow, he’s got you at a perfect medium.

“Done now?” you ask when he finally stops moving around, his breathing beginning to even out against you.

“Done,” he mumbles, now busying himself with pressing kisses to the bites he left earlier.

“Now, are you going to tell me what we’re doing on the floor of my closet?”

You let his words sit in the air for a bit, half heartedly shrugging before you decide to come clean.

“I missed you,” you say simply, hoping it’ll be enough to sate his curiosity.

“Ah. So, you missed me so much you wanted to become a part of my floorboards? I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” he teases, lightly squishing you a bit.

You’d rather him think that was the truth, barely nodding as you bury your face into the pillows. Dick can tell immediately that you’re trying to hide something from him and he’s not very happy about it, sighing softly.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, thumbs rubbing circles against your skin.

“Tell good ol’ Dick what’s wrong. Promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“Say that again and I’m breaking up with you,” you retort, elbowing him somewhere and feeling satisfied when he lets out a sharp noise of pain.

“Baby. I bruised my ribs,” he whines.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“You don’t sound it,” he replies, the pout quite obvious in his voice.

You take a moment, letting Dick continue to wine before you cut him off.

“Your closet smells like you. That’s why I’m here.”

He falls silent, the words settling against him. He’s equal parts flattered and upset that this is what you resort to in his absence, trying to figure out exactly what to say to you.

“’m sorry for being gone for so long,” he decides on after a bit, nuzzling against your skin.

“I know you understand, and you’ve been much more accommodating than you need to be. Just know I think about you every day whenever I’m away from you. Really,” he mumbles against you.

“I love you. More than anything. You make everything I go through worth it.”

“I know you do. I love you too. That’s why I miss you so much,” you reply, finally turning to face him.

He looks at you so earnestly, the fatigue in his eyes still there but somehow duller in the light of his love for you. His hand comes up to cup your face tenderly, rough pads of his fingers gently running along your cheekbone.

“You should just move in,” he suggests, shrugging.

You raise a brow, his tone far too casual for such a loaded suggestion. If you didn’t know him better, you wouldn’t see the light dusting of pink along the bridge of his nose or how his ears are turning a pretty red. He somehow still manages to keep his eyes on yours, an incredibly soft look in them.

“You wouldn’t have to break into my apartment then. And you’d see me as soon as I return home. Home doesn’t mean much to me anyway. It never was a place,” he mumbles lowly, nose pressed against yours.

You roll your eyes, knowing that Dick’s about to break out some cheesy line to romance you. You also know that it really doesn’t matter – you’re going to fully fall for it anyway.

“Home is wherever the heart is you know. And I’ve pretty much torn mine out of my chest and thrown it at you the second you batted your eyelashes at me,” he grins, pulling you in impossibly closer to press a kiss to your lips.

[joocomics]

DOWN BAD

pairing: coworker!seungmin x noona!reader

genre: smut w/ plot ( 18+ ) ── 2.3k words

c.w ! there’s a legal age gap that isn’t specified

✎… office romance au, soft!dom!reader, exhibitionism kink, spit kink, oral sex (m!rec), pet names, light choking (f!rec), cum eating, reader is called noona few times (not as in a kink way, but as in being older than him and also being his senior in the law firm)

a.note ! you can say this is practice for a future fic that’s a part of last year’s holiday special which hopefully will be continued in december… happy birthday, seungmin ♡

The moment you’re inside the company you expect to hear your boss’ voice booming from his office - as you always do. But today, it’s unusually quiet.

You walk down the hall, passing few whispering interns, and then - you remember.

Your boss was called away for two weeks to handle an urgent international legal matter. It’s his son who’s going to act on his behalf the upcoming weeks. Oh Seungmin.

The same Oh Seungmin who you’re no longer the mentor of cause technically - now, he’s in charge. It’s only temporarly, but still, this shifting dynamic is kind of… confusing.

The truth is, the barrier between you was already crumbling. In secret.

Seungmin noticed you right away. He joined the company pretty recently, after graduating from law school abroad, and was paired up with you from day one. You’re responsible for him now, his father told you with a firm hand resting on your shoulder. It was the formal evening he introduced him to the team - a few nights before Christmas.

Yes, Seungmin’s first impression of you wasn’t the best, but that’s a story for another time as it’s a story you’d rather pretend it never happened. But something changed.

At first you thought it was due to the way his father praised you with a smile in front of him, saying that the company wouldn’t run the same without you. Or, due to the way you carried yourself around him, calm and competent. You thought his attention was respect. Hierarchy. Nothing more.

However, you eventually realised that the shift actually started when he called you panicking one Sunday. He nearly messed up a contract and you stayed up all night, helping him out to fix it. There was a quiet vulnerability that night as he admitted to you that he wasn’t sure he belongs in this company; you also noticed your name slipped differently from his lips.

Afterwards, the small things started.

Lingering touches as you sorted through documents together, offering you coffee in the mornings, questions about your personal life outside work… his gaze lingering on you for longer during meetings. And God help you… you were looking at him too.

And then all those small things led to something bigger - a night out. You need to blow off some steam, he grinned, you work too much.

And Seungmin is charismatic, it didn’t take much convincing. Also, he wasn’t wrong - you had been stretched thin. A drink or two and some fresh air sounded harmless.

It was a night to unwind. You really didn’t mean to kiss him outside that bar. It was a mistake.

One you repeated few days later.

And then again. And again.

You just didn’t know how to stop.

You’re a smart person, sharp when you need to be, dependable on yourself. You have your life figured out. You have experience.

And yet, here you are - fumbling over your boss’ son. Younger. Forbidden. Out of bounds.

You breathe in, then open the door.

Seungmin is hunched over his father’s desk, his black tie is in place, but the sleeves of his button up are rolled to his elbows. His parted bangs are carefully styled, but once he looks up from the screen of his laptop you can see how tired he is. His lips are tight from frustration, his eyes that are usually bright, now are serious and heavy. It seems like he’s barely slept.

“Morning,” he says, clearing his throat to sound more professional. As though your presence just hit him, he hurries to fix his posture, his hair and the scattered papers around him all at once. “Sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You slowly step forward, holding a blue folder.

Seungmin sighs after noticing you’re not coming empty handed.

“You’ve been doing this for way longer,” he says, rubbing his temples, “how do you not go crazy?”

Usually, this would make you grin or laugh. But the rawness in his voice has you swallowing your tongue; as well as the dark circles and the lack of playfulness in his question. When your eyes meet, you can tell he isn’t looking at you as someone who’s older, wiser or superior, but as someone who’s going to understand what he’s going through.

The corners of your lips twitch softly as you glance down, leaving the folder on his desk.

“I think you need few minutes away from the screen,” you say, feeling your heart stumble at the way he raises his brows with intrigue. “How many hours did you sleep last night?”

“Are you giving me orders?” He asks with a quieter voice, but you still catch his amusement.

“Take it as a professional advice.”

“So, what you’re suggesting is… taking a break,” he murmurs leaning back in his seat, thoughtful.

You nod once, calm and studiedly.

“And what exactly should I do on this break?” He tilts his head.

“That’s for you to decide,” you reply, not breaking eye contact.

A flicker of a frown crosses his face, and this time, you’re the one to flash brows at him. You watch him glance away for a moment before fixating his gaze upon you again.

“I like it better when you decide those things for me.”

On the instant, you feel it - the sudden warmth of excitement flooding your body. The urge to step closer, to say things you shouldn’t say. His words already start replaying in your mind, sounding like a confession you’ve been unknowingly craving to hear.

You clear your throat discreetly, moving your slightly nervous fingers behind your back as the silence between you streches.

“Temporarily,” you say diligently, “our roles are reversed.”

Seungmin’s lips curve into a smirk - half amused, half disappointed. Then, he nods few times, resting elbows back on his desk. His eyes shift down to the screen that’s glowing for his attention.

He’s going back to work.

Before you can stop yourself, you speak up - assertively enough to make him look at you again momentarily.

“But,” your fingers brush against the edge of the desk, “maybe just for today I can be whatever you want.”

“Noona…” Seungmin murmurs almost in a whisper of disbelief; it’s always you the reasonable one between the two of you, the one to tell him to keep it in his pants, to wait.

His gaze travels down to your thighs as you lean over, but you still notice how it suddenly lights up - aroused and hopeful.

“Yeah?” You shut his laptop, then reach for his tie to invite him closer. “Tell me, baby. Is there something you need right now?”

Seungmin nods, staring at your lips.

“You,” he answers, slightly lifting from his seat like you casted a spell on him; his voice is laced with tension as if your lovely scent is limiting his breathing.

“Sit down.”

Your order is fulfilled with no hesitation.

As you walk behind the desk, Seungmin turns in his rolling chair. He’s silent - carefully watching you straddle his lap and anticipating your next words.

But instead of talking, you attach your mouth to his neck. He doesn’t mind that at all - he grasps onto your ass with eyes closed shut, relishing the thrilling touch of your lips, the wetness of your tongue.

Your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, crawling beneath the fabric to explore the skin you’ve already gotten familiar with. The moment your open mouthed kisses make their way up to his earlobe, your thumbs circle around Seungmin’s nipples, provoking a muffled sound to fall from his lips.

You smile against his jawline simultaneously teasing his cock by applying a bit more force in your grinding motions. He’s already hard beneath you, pleading for more friction through a tighter, more persistent grip on your butt cheeks.

“Mmm, I can feel how needy you are,” you murmur seductively at his ear, making his skin on fire. “You can really use some kind of relief from all that tension.”

You glide your palms up his toned chest, giving his shoulders a light squeeze.

“Please, noona…” Seungmin’s voice dips lower as he finally opens his glossed over eyes. “I want you to be my relief.”

You leave his lap and kneel before him on the ground. You signal him to undo his belt by shooting his bulge a quick glance.

Following his calm approach with your eyes, you move slightly closer, then position your hands on his thighs and level your mouth with his flushed tip.

You run the tip of your tongue around it - quick, measured circles just to stretch the tension a little more. The salty taste of his essence arouses your senses once you turn the flicking into an open mouthed kiss.

The thrill calls for a sharp shift in his expression as his hands grasp on the armchair.

“What is it?” You ask with an innocent tilt in your voice; the mischievous curl on your lips says it all, though - for once, it’s nice to see him be the one on the verge of begging; of crumbling from something so simple like teasing touches. “Getting impatient?”

Seungmin nods, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. His eyes go hazier with each second you spend breathing near his twitching member, warming him up further.

“Relax,” you whisper softly, then place your flat tongue on the underline of his cock, guiding it along his skin.

“Please, take it, baby…” He mutters, feeling the heat coiling in his core.

And when you do, his head falls back; a long exhale of ease escapes his mouth. His fingers tighten against the leather of the armchair, his mouth widening as your lips start to suck up and down.

Is it the stress? Is it the pressure from having to prove himself to his father and every other single person in this company that has led to this urgent desire to put his mind on pause, and just indulge into this pleasure?

Or, is it possible that this is just how it feels to fall in love with you?

“Gorgeous,” he says, and his voice is so quiet and delicate that it almost sounds like he’s thinking out loud. Until he hisses, unable to not react to the noise you make when you drag your drooling lips all the way down to his pelvis. “Fuck—“

Your one palm rests on his tightening ballsack as you eventually retrieve your mouth to catch your breath. When you blink up, you catch Seungmin loosening up his tie some more.

“You like watching me suck it?” You gaze at his desperate expression closely as your dominant hand grips his slick length.

Your shiny lips curve playfully while your wrist picks up a steady pace, twirling around and filling the silent minimalist room with lewd noise; outside of it, the busy day is in full swing - phones ringing, people walking down the hall, engaging in important conversations mid step, - but you and Seungmin have entered another world where none of that chaos exists.

Now, it’s just the two of you.

“Fuck, noona—“ He moans, relishing the perfect pressure of your fingers, “I can watch you with my cock in your mouth all day.”

You respond by offering a quiet smile. At the same time, as his one hand moves to stroke the top of your head, your slippery fist eases the rhythm and you tilt your chin higher.

“Spit in my mouth.”

Your voice is steady and assertive; causing that spark of surprise in Seungmin’s eyes to burst even more evidently.

“You sure?” He asks simultaneously leaning forward.

“Spit,” you encourage him with a nod; your fist maintains the stimulation around his cock, slowly but steadily.

Your stomach flips once the same hand suddenly stops at your neck, closing fingers around it. The firm grip surprises you pleasantly as it forces your head back, and you let out a discreet, soft gasp.

You expose your tongue. And then, you wait - with heat looming low in your tummy, and heart speeding up.

Hugging your throat, Seungmin quickly spits into your mouth, then watches you swallow.

The satisfaction in your hum, in the way you lick your lips afterwards, as though that was some sort of a sweet treat, has a new wave of warmth flooding his system, clashing with the rest.

He pleads you to stroke faster.

“I want more too,” you coo next, quickening the moves of your gliding hand; the squelching sounds beneath you magnify along with his breaths which come in quick, shallow bursts. “Give me more, baby.”

His entire body, hot and twitching ever so slightly, is telling you he’s close. But for a brief moment, he manages to steady his panting and focus on letting a string of saliva drop on your tongue.

This time, you’re in no rush to gulp it down.

Once the moisture pools in your mouth, you bring your attention on his lap, inviting him back through your soft lips. His erection glides smoothly onto the wet surface of your tongue, pushing into your tight throat.

It doesn’t take long for you to acknowledge how his body completely goes rigid; how his groans get muffled by his knuckles before gradually turning into a chain of heavy pants after his orgasm spills in your mouth.

Your lips stay wrapped around his base while the warm, thick ropes shoot down your throat - you wait for him to release all he’s got as you’re careful not to make a mess or stain your clothes.

After the last warm drop, your lips slowly travel up to his sensitive tip and pull back with a pop.

There’s a certain kind of feeling that runs through you when you swallow his cum and look him in the eye… you can’t pinpoint what it is yet, but it’s there, fluttering in your chest.

This was the first time you actually felt genuine want to swallow, you realise.

Before, you’d either have them cum somewhere on your body or spit it out in case they release into your mouth. But today, you fell to your knees with the thought of taking every drop already buzzing in your mind.

Seungmin drags a hand through his hair, observing the movements of your mouth, of your lips and throat. He’s impressed by how you managed to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had and stay so clean.

“This was a bad idea,” he draws out as though he’s just woken up from a daze. A faint smirk appears on his flushed face when you raise a brow. “How am I going to focus on anything knowing you walk around wet?”

“Don’t worry,” you say, your fingers brushing against the luxurious fabric as you begin buttoning up his shirt, “I can take care of myself.”

When you’re done, you smooth the collar, the tie, and step back with a knowing smile.

“What does that mean?”

His question unfolds slowly as if he immediately started dissecting every layer of your words, turning over all the possible meanings behind them.

He’s not sure he likes most of them… or, any of them if he really has to be honest with himself.

A knock on the door suddenly invades the silence between you. You politely turn around and leave the office.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[rqplurf0rever]

newly realized 🗺️ who’s kind of panicking internally about it… any advice?

preface that im not the best at helping with panicking over being a map- i actually got over my mapphobia before realising i was a map so i never hated myself for it or anything. but i can give you some resources and general tips!

first off i recommend looking through mapresources.info to see if there's anything that might help you- they have a list of support groups, a map friendly therapist finder if you're looking for that, infographics, etc. it can help a lot when you're new to map stuff and realised you're a map.

second i definitely suggest getting / continuing to get involved in pro para or rq communities with other maps! whether that's tumblr, fediverse instances like mapsupport.de or nnia.space, chat groups like map support club, whatever fits you best. making friends who are also maps or just interacting positively with maps can help break down the idea that "all maps are bad" through positive experiences. that way when you feel bad about being a map you can remember other maps you've met who've been kind and friendly to you and that they were still good people even as a map, meaning you can be too!

generally i suggest surrounding yourself with pro para media and resources. reading books about other maps can help too, such as a long dark shadow by allyn walker. it has interviews of other maps about how they cope with their attraction, and it's free to get on anna's archive. you could also check out b4u act, an organisation studying maps and how to help them cope, they sometimes have video conferences you can attend as a map. ive been in one actually and it was amazing getting to listen to other maps and professionals doing research on them. definitely made me feel a lot less alone when i attended it!

overall id just say surround yourself with positivity when you can. obviously some negativity is unavoidable, but especially if you're feeling bad try to actively look for some positivity towards maps if you can. it can take a while to get over internalised mapphobia, so don't worry too much. just try to remind yourself that thought crimes arent a thing and having a stigmatised attraction doesn't make you bad. maybe also journal or draw or make anything else about your minor attraction, personally drawing and making map pride things has helped me a lot (i have a huge map flag in my room for a reason lol).

i hope some of these tips helped, i wish you all the best on learning to cope with your minor attraction anon!! may you too be proud of your mapness eventually 💙🩵💛🤍💛🩷❤️

[viceria]

Okay I agree with A LOT of things you said - and I may have just realised I explained my points pretty vaguely for you to think otherwise. Especially with the whole genius aspect (and it looks like my headcanons got the best of me there, whoops). In my opinion - or how I study talent and hard-work - it is all based on scale, or a percentage. “People are born unequal with unequally distributed talents,” definition by me. It’s kinda finicky at first, but once you use it often it’s so much more better than using one term. Considering that there are many people who fit in between genius, prodigy, mediocre, and/or talentless, like you said for Lui with genius and prodigy.

E.g., In beyblade, Free’s talent would be at 75-85%. I am also a big fan of Free - probably just as much for Lui - but for some minor clarification, prior God, he barely trained due to the lack of stronger opponents. Hell, he’d rather laze around and play with Fafnir than imagine anyone ever rivalling his strength. And he isn’t wrong for that. I don’t know how long he had the belt for, but for him to lose ‘interest’ while keeping it from everyone’s hands (especially Lui) is downright ridiculous and impressive at the same time. It’s just a shame the series made him to who he is now.

For Lui, it would be 60%. I will admit that him starting at a young age and reaching a high level is incredibly impressive, however I don’t think that labels him a prodigy at Beyblade. Due to his lack of strength and slow training progress - hinted through how much training he needs to catch up with every one - he isn’t that highly talented. Hell, Shu would have a greater rate (I’d say 65% give or take) judging by his career’s pacing and overall muscle mass. However, this is where things get interesting.

In strategic planning/execution, Free would be 60%, while Lui would be 80%. Okay, I am not going to undermine Free’s intelligence, but I will admit that this blondy makes the dumbest training strats when he wants to go extreme. Like pulling a boulder that you can barely pull yourself is not effective training, hell it only strains your muscles and risks the chances of injury (which ironically happened during the semifinals with Valt). Moreover, this boy has poor technique when he pulled that rock. I ain’t a muscle guy, but I can already feel myself tensing at the chances of a muscle being torn. It’s also another reason why trainers wouldn’t send someone straight to the highest level, especially without the proper technique (never bend your backs while carrying guys!)

Back on track, strategic planning/execution is a pretty universal skill. I feel like the term for it is wrong, but it’s the best I got tonight. Anyway, you can pretty much use it on many things. Like how to study for exams, plan game strategies, and etc. Since Lui has that greater advantage, he used it to boost up his Beyblade skills to the max to reach every one. I already explained how he did it before, but for a quick recap, he addressed his weaknesses and focused on levelling that. In the meantime, he used his strengths (adaptability, observation, and intelligence) to quickly win against his opponents and rank through the top. At first I thought I was pulling this out my ass, but he studied martial arts to increase his launching power and learnt every newly introduced stadium under one battle, aka the first ten seconds or so into a battle. I know this belongs in the observation department - which he probably has 90% let’s be real - but to make an idea and execute it flawlessly definitely has some strategic execution value. If that ain’t a prodigy then I don’t know what is.

I feel like this was due to his parents running a business for him to gather this much talent and experience, but I’ll talk about that in a later post.

However, despite everything, hard work won’t be enough against someone with raw talent. Basically, your maximum is another’s minimum. No matter how hard Lui trains, Free could train harder and reach a level that could make his efforts fruitless. Honestly, looking back this kid has so much patience and determination to handle the stress and frustration of that. I’ll explain their dynamic more in a future post because BRO I fucking love them so much it hurts when people see me as crazy talking about it.

I hope that explains more about the genius thing and what I meant. Lui and Free are both undeniably prodigies, but not in the same field. I have so many things I want to talk about from your comment (‘cause I swear no one really pays enough attention to my flaming boy for a conversation to be interesting or engaging tbh), but I don’t want to make this reply too long. So, I’ll probably do so in another post! Thank god my exams just ended.

Also thanks again for the reply!!! I love hearing people’s thoughts and opinions on Lui that aren’t completely blind biasses, or downright idiotic. I try my best not to be bias myself, since I do love him a lot, but it’s nice to have someone catch onto them.

Lui character analysis/rant

Before I start my character analysis on Lui, can I just say the number of content my guy has is diabolical. He is literally part of the main four, what do you mean he’s like a rare pokemon where most of their content appeared years ago??? Maybe I still don’t know how to use filters (and please tell me otherwise because he’s such a cool character my god), but it’s just so disappointing.

Back on track, but I believe Lui is by far one of the most observant people in the series. He can understand a situation with a single glance and identify the improvements a blader requires off the bat. He saw Valt once and already knows the potential Valkyrie has, met Red Eye once and connected the dots that he’s Shu, and was the only person to realise Shu’s true goal when he joined forces with Lean by his own. (I know Valt knew, but it was implied that Shu informed him earlier of his plan. Did Valt agree with it? Hell no, but he trusted Shu to not go evil again). Moreover, all of his ‘critiques’ towards people are all factual. They’re just incredibly said out wrongly. While this could just be Lui’s natural behaviour, I think it has something to do with his childhood.

I mean, it’s kinda obvious how he has neglectful parents, considering they allowed a six year old to travel around the world. But on a deeper note, I feel like his character was built on harsh criticism. It would explain how his comments came off as natural, as if it were in his nature to point out someone’s faults than their skills. Moreover, it explains how he never cared when people insults him, since it would be so normalised to encounter. An example would be Gou stopping his teammates from cheering him on in the finals, claiming it would only distract Lui. Just imagine having faced so much disproval in your life that someone’s cheers would act more of a distraction than encouragement. He might even believe that they were nothing more than empty words. I know it’s a minor comment, but it makes Lui’s situation much more grimmer when taken into consideration.

Another analyst is how he isn’t the typical ‘genius’ people claim him as. That is the natural genius, like Free. Instead he trains as hard, or even more harder than Shu throughout the show. Every time we see Lui outside of a battle, it’s always when he’s training, and when he’s not, he would only stay for a few seconds to amuse his interest before returning to his training routine. The only difference between Shu and Lui is experience, literally. Unlike Shu, he knows his body’s limits, and he knows that treating your body poorly would be detrimental to your performance. Using his knowledge over himself, he made an entire training session that aligns perfectly for him. According to the manga - or maybe I’m delusional and imagined it - Lui lacks muscle or the strength most bladers have. So what does he do? Makes a machine focusing on his launching form, training his arm and leg muscles. Which would explain why he has more defined legs and arms than everyone. Moreover, according to the manga, he had to study martial arts to gather enough power despite that lack of strength.

Even then, when Shu does take breaks, he doesn’t seem entirely uncomfortable. At most times, he seems relaxed and generally happy spending time with the people he loves. While he does stress on growing stronger, back then in Burst, he doesn’t make a beeline to train the moment he feels like he isn’t included. It only worsens when he gets manipulated and mentally tormented by Ashtem. On the other hand, Lui looks immensely uncomfortable, often shielded with boredom. He wants to train, and feels like he is getting worse if he doesn’t train every damn second. Hell, he would actively leave a conversation if his use was finished or useless. His team against a weaker opponent? No point in attending when he could train instead. Lost a match? Laughs then walks off. Lost a tournament? Immediately walks back to train. At least Shu is trying to hide it, Lui is a walking workaholic. Hell, he tells Hyuga he trains 24/7 as if it were a normal thing or something praise worthy. Like no that isn’t impressive, that’s depressing.

I would like to point out that this guy has trained for nearly five years and was still way below Free’s level. Sure he was ranked second in the world, but it was so clear that Free saw him as a playmate than anything threatening. Which was why it shocked Free so much when Lui won. Because up until that point, it was hinted that Lui barely won through anything that wasn’t a ring or spin finish. Also to put it into retrospection, Valt trained for one year - excluding the year he bought Valkyrie since he was basically having her as a good luck charm than really trying - and took the belt one try. Shu trained for two years and while thanks to the Requiem Project that exceeded his strength, bet Lui and came close to first against Valt, who was on par on Free’s strength.

This guy is a lot of things, but a natural genius ain’t one of them. The only reason why he was able to win and achieve so much was because of his observation skills and intelligence. Without that, he would be a typical side antagonist against Valt. However, I’m not saying he isn’t talented. I’d say he has ~40% of natural ability and ~60% of hard work. Looking back, he resembles Fubuki more than Suoh. Crazy enough.

Also some side note, since I love his guy (as if that weren’t obvious), this guy is a walking introvert. I don’t understand why people write him out as this angry, always violent guy in some fanfics. Like yeah he is rude, but only when you annoy him. Aside from that, he wouldn’t even bother talking to anyone. He was a loner in school, not a bully. Another thing, it really shows his character development throughout the show as he starts to show more compassion towards people. And before anyone say it- HE WAS ALWAYS COMPASSIONATE. Just towards the people he cares about.

I know very crazy, but HEAR ME OUT.

The only people he cared and respected in Burst were Xhaka, Zac, Gou, and Longinus. However in a more emotional dynamic, Gou and Longinus takes first easy. (The list extends more but for now we’re focusing on pre-timeskip) When he came to Zac’s birthday party, he hated it, but he stayed because Gou asked him to. He hated going to his teammate’s matches because he saw it as a waste of time, but since Gou asked in a serious tone, he obliged. Hell, before he could leave, when Gou told him to stay, he gave in. When Longinus told him to battle Valt, he might’ve groaned a bit but he listened. Same with Aiga and his gang. When Longinus got shattered, bro stared at him like the world fell apart. LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN THE DISTRAUGHT FACE HE MADE STARING AT HIS PARTNER??? He was shaking, genuinely shaking. Eyes darting around at the pieces of Longinus. Like that was more than Valt and Valkyrie and that’s saying something. I kid you not, he should’ve shed tears if Longinus didn’t use the last of his strength to comfort him with a dim glow. I genuinely think that was the first and last time he has ever shown fear towards anything, and the fact it wasn’t some typical overpowered kid with an immense aura to do that, but the wellbeing of his partner shows so much of the person he tries to hide.

Moreover, for Free - YES HE ALSO CARES FOR FREE I SWEAR ON MY LIFE. Lui wasn’t an idiot and knew that Free saw him as a playmate and nothing more, then. I can imagine him hating tardiness, especially when it comes to training. Also considering that Free was the world champion, he would hate to have him be late to their training matches. However, he allows it because despite everything, he has slowly grown to care for him. This is especially shown where Lui showed off his natural personality around him - reserved and dismissive - and even gestured a few genuine smiles towards him.

I could rant off about their growth together but this post is already getting long as it is. If anyone read the entire thing, boy I love you.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[psycheandmind]

How to GENUINELY create an assumption without feeling like you’re lying to yourself/pretending/have to “convince” yourself. How to actually accept your desire as TRUE.

Please, please understand that an assumption isn't forced or something you have to "try" to believe because it's just something you accept as true without question. You don't wake up every day wondering if you have a name, if the sky is blue or if gravity works. You just know with certainty. That's how conscious manifestation works. You decide something IS true and of course it reflects like every other assumption. You need to ACTUALLY assume you have something to get it please don't pretend or hope. A real assumption isn't forced, it's something you accept as fact without needing proof. If you say you assumed something but then claim it didn't happen you didn't actually assume it lol. You either doubted it, contradicted it or held another assumption alongside it. You assuming is NOT a technique and it's not something you "do" to get something.

The reason some people treat creating an assumption like it's a technique is because they think if they repeat it enough their mind will suddenly be tricked into believing it. That's NOT how an assumption works. An assumption is just accepting something as fact. If you're trying to "convince" yourself you're admitting you don't actually accept it as true. Come on… your mind is not stupid. It knows when you're forcing something versus when you genuinely accept it as reality (assume it). You need to be so certain that questioning isn't even an option and idc if other people disagree because who questions an assumption? An assumption is something you accept as true without proof go search it up. You must stay firm. It's not hoping, testing or checking for results it's about knowing aka accepting it as a fact. When you truly assume something it becomes your reality instantly. Reality will always reflect your truth.

So how do you truly accept something as true? It's actually simple but people overlook because they think taking time to face what's holding them down will waste their time. It's better to find out why you're finding it difficult and address it instead of staying stuck in a loop forever.

You need to find out what is preventing you from accepting your own word as the truth. Why don't you trust your own word as a fact? If you tell yourself "I have my desire" but deep down you're doubting or waiting or looking for proof then ask yourself "why don't I trust myself?" What thoughts are making you second guess your own reality? Is it because you're treating the physical world as more real than your own assumptions? Is it because you think that the physical world is the reason why you think you don't have what you want, when in reality it's because you assumed it first for it to reflect? Did you forget that reality is a mirror of your assumptions? Could it be you're looking at your circumstances and saying ughhh this is what's happening instead of actually understanding that what's happening is just a reflection of what you have been assuming up until this moment? Or maybe you've placed your power outside of yourself right? You believe circumstances or external factors hold weight in your manifestation rather than realising that NOTHING is set in stone and the only thing dictating your reality is your current assumption right? Maybe you think you have to do something and this is far too simple?

Figure it out and actually just spend time with yourself to pin point where you are struggling. Stop running away from your problems and address the reason why you can't accept your word as the truth. Remind yourself of the basics of the Law if you need to.

Now ask yourself what are you ACTUALLY assuming? Look at you telling yourself "Oh I'm affirming for my SP" and that being reflected back: you affirming for your SP. Look at you treating the concept of "just decide" like another method or technique to get to your desire and that being reflected in your reality: you in the process of using "just decide" like a technique to manifest. See how perfect the Law is? It's reflecting exactly what you're assuming. You're seeing your assumptions play out exactly as they are because manifestation is always based on what you're ACTUALLY assuming. You're STILL giving options to reality when there are no options… it's only what you say it is. As soon as you drop the debate you have with yourself in your mind and stop entertaining opposing thoughts you'll see how easy it is. You don't argue with yourself about basic facts of your life do you? You just accept them as true. That's exactly how you need to see your assumptions. Yes you need to be that certain and firm.

I PROMISE you the "key" everyone talks about to getting what you want… repeat with me… is to decide once and for all that it's done and that's it. Just accept it as true. Please just say f*ck all and accept it as true. What will you lose? Just do it.