#this is the type of shit i be dealing with

[emisluvr]

‎ AFTER HOURS ˎˊ˗ s.jy

✶ SYNOPSIS ── your coworker, jake, is the shameless office slut. he’s cocky, lazy, and infamous for fucking every girl in the office until they’re obsessed. you’re the opposite: organized, driven, and sick of his shit. your best friend heeseung keeps teasing you about the “sexual tension,” but you deny it every time.. until one night, you and jake end up staying after hours at the office.

✶ STARRING ── office fuckboy!jake, fem!reader, bsf!heeseung

✶ CAUTION! ── smut (minors dni), enemies to lovers, lots of cursing, office au, y/n overhears boss and jake getting freaky, unprotected sex (wrap it), spanking, lots of dirty talk, dumbification, cum play, masturbation, fingering, making out, kissing, breast play/sucking, spitting, dirty jokes, big dick!jake, teasing, heavy tension, mentions of gossip, jake is an absolute menace.

✶ DURATION ── 10.8k word oneshot.

EMI ✉️ jake has been bias wrecking me HARD lately, so it's only natural that i write a filthy fic for him !! considering this is my first long fic, i'm kinda proud of myself <3 enjoy reading my luvs, feedback + rbs are appreciated!

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Truth be told, you loved your job at the office. You enjoyed working in a fairly quiet and independent environment—you know, having your own cubicle where you worked away at your desk, the only time you could actually talk to your friends being during breaks.

Not to mention, you’re dedicated. You’re a hard worker, somewhat uptight, but your boss always praised you for your work ethic. So really, to say you didn’t like your job would be a bold-faced lie.

However, there was one thing—someone who made your job fucking miserable. This one person made you regret clocking in to work every day. Heck, he even made you regret staying employed at the office.

Sim Jaeyun.

He made corporate hell ten times hotter by being handsome, loud, lazy, and disgustingly fuckable.

It’s 8:52 a.m., and you had just arrived at work after running on four hours of sleep trying to finish your report. You wore your typical office attire, a crisp white dress shirt, a fitted black pencil skirt, and a tailored blazer. Your heels clicked with every step, your shirt just slightly unbuttoned at the top from rushing out the door. If anything, today was the one day you really didn’t want to deal with Jake’s shit. Really, it’s every day. But today? You were particularly ticked off.

The minute you step out of the elevator and onto your floor, you already hear him laughing with someone three cubicles down. His laugh, in some unfair way, is hot. But it also makes you want to smash his head into a wall. It’s too fucking early to hear his voice, especially when he’s always the one that comes in late. But this time, he beat you by two minutes.

You turn your head just slightly, and there he is. His dark hair all soft and messy, yet it looks so effortlessly good. His white dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned, the tie hanging loose like he threw it on five seconds before leaving. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and he flashes that awfully pretty smile of his while his glasses sit on the bridge of his nose.

He doesn’t even fucking need glasses. He just wears them because he thinks it makes girls get on their knees for him. Truthfully, that’s usually what happens. But it’s none of your business.

“Ay, two minutes late, Y/N!” he calls out, raising his tone and pointing at you so there’s no way you missed it.

“As if you don’t come late every day, asshole,” you mutter under your breath, walking into your cubicle and setting your bag down with a heavy thud. He didn’t hear you. Of course he didn’t. He was too caught up in whatever him and some other girl from your department were talking about. He probably fucked her too.

Jake’s the type of guy everyone loves, even though there’s not a single good trait about him. Except for the fact that he shows up to work looking hot with zero effort. In the bathroom, girls constantly gossip about him. There’s never a time you can pee, let alone wash your hands, without overhearing some girl rave about how good he made her feel.

“He made me cum in under five minutes.”

“He secretly edged me at my desk.”

“I still dream about how his fingers felt inside me.”

“He fucked me in the lounge room.”

These are just a few of the things you hear about him on the daily. And it’s usually a different girl every time. That’s what made him such a whore in your eyes. And sure, everyone knew about it, but no one cared. A guy as good-looking, probably big, and charming as Sim Jaeyun could get away with just about anything.

To say it pissed you off was an understatement. He showed up late almost every day—today being a rare exception. He flirted with HR and practically skated by with minimal effort, all because he was hot and somehow everyone’s type.

Yes, he does actually do his work on rare occasions just to avoid getting fired, but most of the time he coasts on charm. It’s the only fucking thing he knows how to do with that pretty face.

What everyone knows best about him, though, is his reputation for fucking his female coworkers and leaving them obsessed. The thought made you partially disgusted. But at most, all he is to you is just a guy with an insane face card who’s using it to his advantage and getting exactly what he wants in return: pussy.

And as if that didn’t already paint the perfect picture of him being an asshole, he always made it a point to specifically tease, flirt, and annoy you. The one person in the office he hadn’t gotten the chance to fuck. If you gave him that chance, he would absolutely take it. But since he’s your arch-nemesis, you promised yourself you’d never let him touch you, let alone lay a finger on you.

As everyone settles into their cubicles and starts their usual routine, the faint sounds of keyboard clicking, rummaging through papers, and coffee sipping fill the air. And of course, so does Jake, as he leans against the divider separating your two cubicles.

It was worth mentioning that your cubicles were just one apart. And no matter how many times you begged your boss to move you, it was never approved.

Of course, he’s doing anything but his assigned tasks and instead chooses to bother you for the second time today. But knowing him, once is never enough. Just like how he can never stick to sleeping with just one girl.

“How’s your little spreadsheet going, love?” He teases, slim and veiny fingers resting against his cheek as his elbow props on top of the divider. He stares down at you, voice coated in sleep, his accent making it sound like honey.

“Don’t talk to me,” you say firmly, not even looking up. The four hours of sleep were really starting to hit now that he was trying to push your buttons, and the urge to grab his head and smack it into the divider was growing stronger by the second.

“You sound so hot when you’re mad,” he hums, teasing you one last time before realizing you weren’t in the mood and finally retreating to his seat.

“I’m not one of your little office playthings,” you tell yourself silently, glancing at your spreadsheet that barely looked like one now. You could hardly focus with someone nagging you as much as he did.

Your lunch break was the one time of day where you finally got to breathe. To be away from him. And instead, spend it chatting with your best friend, Lee Heeseung, who worked in the same department.

You let out a pent-up sigh as you walk into the lounge room where the two of you usually met. It was quiet and secluded enough for you to vent in peace. The moment you plop down on the cushioned couch beside him, you cringe slightly.

Gross. Didn’t Jake fuck a girl here?

Heeseung was the only one who knew about your misery. The only person you truly expressed your hatred for Jake to.

“Jake? Again?” Heeseung asks, mid-bite, as he spots the familiar look on your face.

“Yes. He’s so fucking useless..” you mumble, running a hand through your hair. Heeseung silently offers you a bite of his food, clearly seeing how dead you look.

You chew slowly, letting the flavor melt on your tongue, and it makes your mood just slightly better.

“I don’t know how he even got hired,” you mutter, taking another bite and handing it back.

“Probably gave head to the hiring manager. Wouldn’t be the first,” he shrugs, like he somehow has Jake’s entire history memorized.

“You’re not helping,” you glare, crossing your leg over the other.

“What? You don’t think he’s good with his mouth? You know how many girls he’s probably eaten ou—”

“Hee! I don’t want to know! Probably a lot.. okay, I know that. But still, numbers can only say so much about a person,” you huff. The image alone makes your face twist with disgust—and your chest tighten.

“Just saying.. if you hate him so much, why do you know his entire fuck history?” He teases.

“Because everyone knows? Not that it’s any of my business. I could care less about who he’s fucking. He’s just always a dick, always annoying me like he thinks I’m one of his hoes,” you mutter, walking over to the Nespresso machine. You needed caffeine. Badly. Especially for this very conversation.

“You’re next,” Heeseung says from the couch.

You pause, turning your head back with a confused expression as you stir your coffee. “W-what? What do you mean?”

“I’m saying you might be his next little thing. I see the way he teases you.. it’s not for no reason,” he shrugs, tossing his lunch container in the trash.

“As if. He only wishes,” you murmur, shaking the carton of vanilla creamer before pouring it in.

“You say that now, but.. watch when he gets his way with you,” Heeseung calls out, already halfway out the door.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” You yell, throwing your hands out dramatically.

“I am!”

“Mhm,” you mutter under your breath.

You leave the lounge room with your warm cup of vanilla coffee in your hands, trying to mentally reset after your conversation with Heeseung before you have to get back to work.

The office is mostly quiet, the infamous keyboard clicks, murmurs of people chatting, and printer hums filling the air. You’re in a somewhat-decent headspace to get back on track, especially since you didn’t once hear Jake’s voice during your entire break.

No, that doesn’t mean you hate the way his voice sounds. His voice is attractive, oddly. His accent, the whiny undertones, and raspiness all make it sound so sweet. The only issue that occurs is what comes out of his mouth, and his repulsively cocky personality.

But who were you to say anything? He most definitely knows exactly what to say during sex, especially with a voice like that, that can draw anyone in. No wonder there was a new girl on her knees for him every week.

Just as you reach a few feet away from your cubicle, you see him leaning at the entrance, smirking at you while he reveals his perfect smile. His tie is looser now, sleeves pushed up higher, a pen between his fingers that he’s absentmindedly twirling.

“Miss me?” He teases, eyes locked on yours as your expression is blank, but your eyebrows slightly furrow when the sentence leaves his mouth.

“Move.” You demand, as his body is pretty much blocking the entire entrance into your small cubicle. You stand in front of him, but maintain your distance, staring up at his tall figure. You're not even sure if the caffeine from your coffee will help with anything anymore.

“Say please.” He crosses his arms, eyes still locked on yours as he looks down at your shorter figure, waiting for the satisfaction to hit of you saying the word that every single girl probably moans when being fucked by him.

“Go bother someone else, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, shoving past him, your shoulder harshly brushing past his as you set your cup down on the table and sit in your chair, only to resume your endless typing.

“Attitude, baby,” he says firmly, yet teasingly, before walking behind your chair. He felt oddly close to you, making your body nearly shiver as you look behind you, staring up at his standing figure.

“You want something? Maybe a quickie in the break room?” He mocks, watching how your eyes slightly squint in disgust. He always tried to get his way with you like this—through sex persuasions.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re staring.”

“Get out.” You dart your head back to your computer screen. He cockily smirks before leaving your cubicle and walking back to his.

Your stomach fluttered when he called you the name, but again, that’s what he probably addresses every female as in this office. You were no different, except that he just liked to annoy you to insanity.

You resume your typing while sipping your already-cold coffee, constantly hitting the backspace button as you find yourself writing nonsense, desperately trying to forget about your encounter with Jake just now.

Your phone lock screen flashes, a text from your boss appearing. “Can you send Jake in my office? He owes me a favour.”

Favour my ass. Just say you want him in between your legs again.

You simply like the message and walk over to the cubicle next to yours—Jake’s.

“Jake,” you whisper, trying not to be too loud, but he’s on the phone with his friend. Of course he can’t hear a damn thing.

He’s lazily manspreading in his seat, facing away from the computer screen with a blank document—typical. His phone is pressed to his ear as he rants away.

“I swear, she was basically shaking by the time I was done with her—”

“Jake!” You say a little louder, catching his attention as he looks at you, eyes wide and innocent—though deep down, he was the complete opposite of that.

“Boss wants to see you in her office,” you say with a stoic expression. He bites his lip before saying, “Ay, I’ll call you back,” and hanging up.

By the time he gets up and makes his way to the office, you’re already sat in your seat again.

Your phone’s lock screen flashes again. This time, it’s a text from Heeseung.

“Saw your boyfriend going into the boss’s office.”

“First of all, not my boyfriend. Second of all, Boss’s orders.”

“How much you wanna bet he’s fucking her so she can give him a raise?”

“I don’t even wanna bet on that, I know it’s happening.”

He replies with a laughing face before you shut your phone off, setting it down on your desk before your eyes catch the coffee you didn’t end up finishing. Frankly, you don’t want to anymore.

You sit up from your chair, cup in hand, before searching for the nearest trash bin, which happens to be right next to the boss’s office.

You approach it before tossing your paper cup in the bin, leftover coffee seeping out of it and piling on the other cups, some stained with lipstick and gloss on the edges.

You stay for a moment, the faint sounds of.. something coming from the office catching your attention.

Your ear moves closer to the locked door, until you finally hear it—pornographic moans. Your boss was getting fucked. By Jake.

Heeseung was right.

“Y-yes, fuck! Right there!” You hear her screams, making your face scrunch in disgust. But you keep listening in on it.

“You gonna give me a raise now, yeah baby?” You hear the familiar sound of Jake’s voice, all breathy and groany. The more your ear presses up against the door, the more the light sound of skin slapping is heard.

“Yes! Fuckfuck—” The moan escapes her lips. It’s almost as if she wasn’t even trying to hide it. It’s either she wanted everyone in the office to know she was getting fucked like a slut, or that his cock was just too good to stay quiet.

You’ve had enough. You can’t hear anymore of this. Your chest tightens as your ear comes off from the door, everything you had just heard made you feel a little uneasy.

Not that you cared, because again, his sex life was none of your business. But damn, even your boss got his cock?

This had further proved how much of a whore Jake was. Your boss was freshly thirty, and even though you both were only in your early twenties, it still disgusted you. He really would fuck anything, so long as it had a pussy between its legs and would personally benefit him—whether it was through a job raise, pleasure, or in this case.. both.

You quickly make your way back to your desk, trying to resume your previous typing, though it’s nearly impossible considering what you had just heard.

You didn’t know why it was still lingering in your head, like you didn’t already know that he’s done this to nearly every girl in the office. It doesn’t matter. It’s just Jake. He’s a sleaze, a whore, and the very reason your days feel ten times longer than they should.

And yet, you can’t stop thinking about what you heard. The way she moaned, the way he groaned and talked so dirty to her, the infamously cocky tone in his voice like he knew he was ruining her.

You squeeze your thighs together under your pencil skirt, looking away from the screen, utterly disgusted with yourself for letting your thoughts wander.

You keep clicking away at your mouse, moving tabs around, trying to look productive—like you’re doing something—but you can’t focus on anything. You type random words that float around in your noggin that don’t relate at all to what you have to write about, delete them, type again, until you eventually give up and roll your chair away from your desk, now facing the entrance and trying to take a breather.

Your thoughts still creep in your head. They’re almost impossible to push out.

“He fucks like that just for a raise?”

“She sounded so dumb for him.. Was it that good?”

“Is he that big?”

“Why the fuck do I care?”

Fuck it, you need another cup of coffee.

You step out of your cubicle, running a hand through your hair as you notice Jake walking out of the office. His hair is messier, shirt untucked, sleeves still rolled to the elbow. He looks even more disheveled now, yet he still looked so good, even post-fuck.

You really didn’t want to cross paths with him again, not after hearing him railing your boss in real time, when he didn’t think anyone could hear.

The minute he walks by you, your eyes meet, and he winks. “Slut,” you mutter under your breath, heart skipping in frustration. You blink, your heels clinking against the floor louder as you walk faster toward the lounge room, desperate to get away from everything and anything, even if that meant through another dose of caffeine.

You and Heeseung planned to meet at a small café in the lobby of your office building during a quick break. Since the workday had already started, the café was pretty quiet—soft music played in the background and just a few coworkers were scattered around. It was the perfect spot to catch your breath before heading back.. and to tell your friend what you had just heard not long ago.

“You look like you saw something you weren’t supposed to,” Heeseung says, noticing how you look down in your lap and stay oddly silent. Normally, if you were going to complain about Jake or your never-ending workload, it would’ve spilled out by now.

“Close enough..” you look up from your lap and at your friend’s bambi-like expression, and reluctantly tell him what you overheard just an hour ago.

“You heard it? Like.. full-on?” His eyes slightly widen��not that he was surprised or anything. He was only shocked that you had finally got a taste of it yourself, meaning you heard everything.

You nod, lips pressed together. “Gosh, she sounded like a pornstar..” you say, before cringing at your own words.

“Was he all like ‘who’s your boss now’?” Heeseung smirks, about to laugh at his own dirty comment.

“You’re disgusting,” you say, before realizing that’s one of the many insults you threw at Jake today.

“I’m just saying.. guess the real promotion was inside her all along.” He cracks another stupid joke.

“Heeseung!” Your tone goes higher.

“Jeez, sorry,” he says, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Bet you couldn’t even focus on your work after hearing that.”

You can’t even make eye contact with him anymore. Because it’s true, you couldn’t. The sole thought and memory of it was consuming you, and you hated it.

Jake’s high-pitched groans, his breathy filthy talk, the way she was moaning like it was the best sex she’s ever had—all lingered in your brain more than they should. It’s almost as if the second you heard it go down, the sound stuck with you for the rest of the day, clinging onto you like a reminder that the man who teases you every day, the man you despise, is willing to go as far as fucking his boss for a raise.

He doesn't even deserve one. Never did. But again, who says no to a face like his?

You part your mouth to speak before both of your phones buzz. You glance at your screens, only to see your Gmail app say: Subject: Quarter-End Team Assignments (After Hours)

It’s essentially a company-wide initiative that happens at the end of every quarter, in which select employees are asked to stay after work hours and help with outstanding internal reports, archiving client files, and assisting with next-week's executive presentations.

Your stomach sinks. You open the email and sigh loudly.

Not that you were nervous or anything, but you liked working on your own—and staying past the time you normally have to would drain the life out of you. Well.. depending on who you’d be paired with.

“Imagine you’ll be paired with lover boy,” Heeseung laughs, noticing your sudden mood change after seeing the email.

“Bite your tongue. And I don’t know yet..” you start, before adding, “But I’ve got a bad feeling.”

He raises a brow. “Bad or horny?”

You throw the crumbled sheet of paper from your straw at his face, hitting him right in the middle as he flashes his pretty smile in response.

“Well, I’m leaving,” you say, standing from your seat as you grab your bag. “Some of us have to go face our fate.”

The elevator ride back up to your floor felt oddly slow, almost as if the universe was preparing you for the news to come.

The minute you step in, you walk into one of the smaller glass offices, where you find the project lead—one of the newer coordinators. She didn’t look intimidating, but rather sharp, like she knew how to keep someone on their feet.

“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” you softly say, bowing in front of her as she looks up from her laptop and smiles politely.

“Good to see you, Ms. L/N. Thanks for dropping in,” she says, before continuing, “I see that you’ve been super consistent with your deadlines lately. This’ll reflect really well on your internal review.” She softly nods, lips pressed into a smile as her index fingers push up the round frames higher on her nose bridge.

“I’m sure you saw in the email, but we’re asking a couple of people to stay after hours the next few days throughout the week. It’s mostly to tidy up client files and organize emails for an important presentation early next week,” she adds.

You nod with a relaxed expression, but deep down, you already wanted her to spit it out and tell you who you’d be partnered with. Your apprehension comes to a stop when she finally speaks.

“Oh, and you’ll be paired with Jake for this. He’s got some catching up to do, so.. we’re giving him a little nudge. You both start tomorrow after the workday ends.”

You swear you feel your heart drop the minute you hear his name, but obviously, this just had to be your luck.

You nod, face stoic but trying to show some sort of satisfaction, before you thank her and turn your back, walking out of the office.

“This better get me a raise,” you think to yourself, letting out a pent-up sigh of despair before you step out—only to see Jake leaning against the wall like he’s been waiting for you.

You already had a feeling he knew about the two of you being paired.. And he did.

“Looks like we’re in this together, sweetheart,” he smirks, voice smug as he throws his arm over your shoulder, his hand almost brushing your cheek.

You stay silent for just a second, rolling your eyes as your heart slightly feels warm—almost as if it melted a bit? You can only imagine how he’s probably still got the boss’s taste on his fingers, and how many skirts his hand has slid under.

You don’t know why the thought consumed you so much, let alone even bothered you a bit, but it somehow did.

“Don’t call me that,” you say, eyes refusing to meet his as you keep on walking, your breath hitching at the loss of warmth and touch on your shoulder.

He trails behind you regardless. “Just tell me what to do, boss.”

“As if you didn’t fuck ours.” You admit. As much as you didn’t want him to know that you heard a thing, it slipped out anyway.

“So you heard that, huh?” He tuts, his trailing behind you stopping. “I was wondering why you couldn’t look me in the eye all day.”

You turn back to glare at him, stopping in your tracks. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Could’ve been you,” he says, before walking the opposite way.

And that sentence stuck with you for the rest of the day.

The next day flew by like a breeze. Your bickers with Jake had still persisted, to no surprise, but it’s almost as if he’d decided to be less annoying today. That is.. if he would save it all for tonight.

By the time 5pm rolls around, everyone is beginning to pack up and get ready to go home after another exhausting day. You had to say, the closer the presentation was approaching next week, the more everyone was in a frenzy.

You were somewhat stressed too, but considering you’d only have to stay a bit behind after hours today in preparation for it, you were okay with it.

You walk over to a big glass table, materials in hand, including Jake’s—typically where workers would sit to work if not at their cubicles. Jake had left the office a few minutes prior, promising a return, though you were ready to see him ten minutes before you left.

Heeseung passes by you on his way out, playfully and lightly ruffling your hair before he whispers a small, “Good luck.”

You sarcastically smile in return. Thanks. I’ll need it.

When the office is finally empty, you get to work. The light of the sun beginning to set casts a beautiful glow across the space as your head is down, mind focused, and brows furrowed. You sort through client folders—colour-coding them, updating labels with new information from recent meetings, and flagging anything missing before next week’s presentation.

In front of your hoard of papers is your laptop, opened to the email inbox. This was initially supposed to be Jake’s duty, but since there was still no sign of him, you decided to start the part for him, refusing to be more behind than you already are.

“Useless idiot,” you mutter under your breath as your eyes scan the screen and rummage through all the unorganized emails.

Your stressing comes to a stop when you hear the elevator ding, followed by the sound of slow footsteps. Jake walks in, a little too casually for someone who’s late. “Should’ve known you’d start without me.”

You don’t bother looking up at him, eyes instead switching from the laptop screen and back down to the papers occasionally. “We both know being late is your only real skill.”

He kisses his teeth before sitting next to you, his knee brushing your thigh. For the next few minutes, the space is filled with the surprising sound of silence—the only evident sounds being Jake’s typing and your papers rustling.

“I have to go print a missing file. Don’t move.” You coldly say, already rising from your seat.

You stand in front of the machine, waiting for your pile of papers to print when you notice Jake walk into the room.

“I told you to not m—” you start, before being cut off.

“Chill, I just need to get something,” he says, a smirk itching to tug at his lips that he suppresses. He walks past you to the shelf of boxes, his hip bumping against your ass when he brushes behind you. You slightly stiffen, breath caught in your throat as you notice him pausing behind you, not moving forward to get what he needs.

His eyes scan you up and down from behind, top lip running over his bottom lip as he traces the curve of your ass. His face moves closer to the back of your head, the sweet and alluring scent of your perfume intriguing him.

“You always smell this good?” He murmurs lowly, his accent mixed with the raspiness of his voice nearly making you go into a daze, but you stop yourself before you can zone out.

You click your tongue, gathering your papers before saying, “Get your shit and sit back down.”

He smirks behind you, finally moving away to grab one of the boxes on the shelves as you leave the print room and make your way back to the table.

Your eye catches the folder you were working on a little farther down the table than usual—probably because Jake was bored out of his mind from doing all the typing and wanted to see what you were doing.

You reach over for it, ass slightly perched up as you bend over the table. Simultaneously, Jake walks back in, only for his eyes to be met with the view of your tight little pencil skirt accentuating the arch of your ass. You already knew he was about to say something nasty about it.

Your back straightens again as you come up, folder in hand, before his hand grazes your lower back, leaning in to use that same low and cocky tone again. “If you’re gonna keep bending over like that, at least have the decency to ask for help.”

You suck in a breath, the feeling of his hand making contact with you nearly making you shiver. “Stop.” You simply say. The demand was simple, but it was enough to have him scoff and sit back down next to you.

You’re both seated, but he’s sitting closer to you than he was before—his thigh pressed against yours, making you shoot him a deadpan look. He notices, smirking before he says, “Don’t worry. I’m working.”

Those four words alone were laced with fake innocence, his eyes scanning the way your fingers flip through the papers, down to the way your plush ass sat against the chair, and down to your legs.

His staring caught your attention, though it didn’t particularly make you uncomfortable.

“Do you ever stop looking?” You say, not bothering to look at him, but the sharpness in your voice was enough to let him know that you were aware of his every move.

“Not when you’re this fuckin’ pretty.” He smirks, before his teeth chew on his bottom lip as he stays leaned back in his chair, barely touching your laptop.

As hard as it was to ignore the supposed compliment, you did, only so he couldn’t get a reaction out of you.

He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear as he drops the bomb. “You really gonna keep pretending you didn’t care when you heard me fucking her?”

Your body freezes, only your jaw clenching. You hate how he noticed that. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were, simply put, slightly jealous and uncomfortable. You can’t deny it.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He smiles, watching your demeanor completely change the second he brought it up.

“You’re gonna break soon, baby. All that attitude, but you’re already so fuckin’ wet, aren’t you?” He says, standing up from his seat.

Your cheeks flush, body going into utter shock as the sentence slipped from his mouth. Those few words did something to you, and Jake knew it—oh so well. He was making it so damn difficult to resist giving in to his stupid temptations.

He gently tilts your spinning chair so you face him, before he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at his standing figure.

It gave him so much power, the feeling of you gulping and staring up at him like you knew he was about to ruin you any second now. It’s what he’s been wanting.. to get a taste of you.

“Go ahead. Keep acting like you don’t want it.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glare, shoving his hands off as you stand up from your seat, still looking up at him as he was taller than you.

Your bodies are close, chests nearly pressed together as the heated tension lingers in the air.

“Make me.” He grins.

Unable to hold back, your lips crash onto each other’s.

Your soft lips move against his—both hungry, messy, like you’d been holding back for way too long. They move in sync, your hands wrapping around his neck as he grabs you under your thighs, pushes away the stack of folders and papers, and sets you on top of the glass table.

Part of your body was in a state of shock. The man who pretty much made work miserable for you was now making out with you, and you let him. However, part of you couldn’t deny the tension between the two of you, and that he always looked so good and fuckable.

Your skirt is slightly ridden up, your hand pulling him closer by his collar as his hands roam your entire body, only because you’ve never let him lay a finger on you up until now.

His hands start on your hips, squeezing them before they slide up to caress your waist, and then between your thighs, grazing over your soaked, clothed pussy. “Knew you’d be wet f’me,” he mumbles into the kiss, chuckling to himself.

You pull away, hands still wrapped around his neck as you look right into his eyes. “Aww, did you now?”

His eyes don’t leave yours—his gorgeous and enticing smile flashing once more before he says, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you right here.”

“I know you’ve been wanting to.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Just fuck me already, Jake.”

“Say please, baby.”

“Dammit—please, Jake!”

He bites his lip, smirking at your plea before helping you down the desk and flipping you over, pushing your chest flat against the cold glass.

He lifts your skirt up fully, bunching it just above your hips so he can get a clear and full view of your ass and soaked panties. He groans at the sight, one hand roughly squeezing your ass as his finger runs along your clothed slit, the wetness picking up onto his finger. “Dumb little baby, you already this wet from a few kisses?”

You roll your eyes, already getting impatient as you wait for him to give you what you so badly want.

He hooks a finger around your panties before yanking them down, letting them pool around your heels. He unzips his pants just enough to free his cock—hard, flushed, and leaking at the tip. “Been dying to fuck you since day one,” he mutters under his breath.

He rubs the tip between your wet folds, collecting your slick as he teases your entrance, spitting a string of saliva that perfectly drips down right before he pushes in.

You squirm beneath as he palms your ass, doing anything but fucking you, before he says, “You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve wanted this. Every time you walked past me in that tight little skirt with your tits out—fuck.”

You gasp when he pushes the head in, a groan escaping his lips as he throws his head back, savouring how warm and tight you already feel when he’s not even fully inside you.

He pushes the rest of his cock in, easy to do with how your slick clung to him, mixed with his spit. A soft moan spills from your mouth when he bottoms out, cock fully buried inside your tight walls. No wonder he had the boss moaning like crazy—he’s fucking huge.

The stretch was unlike anything you’ve felt before. It was painful, but more addicting than anything. His thickness stretched you out so good, your pussy doing everything in its power to adjust to it before he absolutely destroys you.

He pulls out a little more than halfway, before slamming back inside you, over and over. Your eyes roll back, head falling onto the table, your cheek mushed against the cold glass as his hips snap into your ass.

The sound of skin slapping, mixed with your screams and moans and his heavy grunts, fills the room. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips, helping to fuck yourself on him so your thrusts sync and hit your deepest spots.

It doesn’t take long before his tip brushes your sweet spot with nearly every thrust, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he hears the stream of ‘yesyes’ and ‘fuckfuck’s spill from your mouth when he angles his hips to find that weakest spot of yours.

“That’s it, you take it so good for me. Knew this pussy was mine the second I saw you,” he breathes out, eyes locked on the way the flesh of your ass recoils every time it slams back against his pelvis. His hand lands a sharp slap to your cheek, making it turn a deep red.

“J-jake—Fuck!” You cry out once you feel the stinging sensation.

No wonder girls keep crawling back and giving into him. He knows exactly what to say during sex. All the right things, the ones that’ll have your head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You moan out his name over and over, trying to steady yourself on the glass desk with each brutal thrust that has your body jerking forward, but it’s nearly impossible with how limp you already feel—and you haven’t even come yet.

“This what you wanted, huh? To get bent over and used like a fuckin’ toy?” He tuts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back a bit.

You can’t even form a response. All that leaves your mouth is a pathetic moan as his cock fucks into you so deep and perfectly. Your duties are long forgotten, discarded on the table. All you can think about is how good he feels and how dumb he’s fucking you. “You’ve got the best pussy in the office, don’t you?”

The more his tip slams into your sweet spot, the tighter the knot in your stomach grows, your pussy clenching around him. His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut at the sudden pressure, relishing how your walls squeeze him.

“F-uck.. been jerking off to the thought of this for weeks,” he moans, voice cracking. “And now I’ve got you dripping on my cock like a whore.”

You feel his tip begin to pulse, his hips stuttering as you both inch closer to release. “Gonna cum f’me, doll? Gonna be a good girl?” He says, voice breathy and desperate.

You nod frantically, eyes glassy and lips parted as you teeter on the edge.

He keeps fucking into you, hips slamming with every thrust. One hand keeps you pinned to the table while the other delivers another harsh slap to your ass, the flesh a deep, burning pink now as cries spill from your lips.

You whimper when you feel his cock twitch. He pulls out at the last second, grunting through gritted teeth as he spills his warm cum all over your ass, your release dripping just at your core.

His two fingers glide up your slit, collecting the mess from your pussy and your release, before bringing them around to your lips.

“C’mon, baby, suck on it,” he says, biting his lip when you wrap your mouth around his fingers, tongue swirling around them before you swallow every drop of your mess.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Y’know..” he breathes out with a cocky smirk, “You’re even tighter than I imagined.”

You glance back at him, brows raised, a lazy smirk tugging at your lips. You both chuckle breathlessly.

The realization hits you now. You just let your arch-nemesis fuck you at work.. But you don’t care. That was the best orgasm of your life. Now you understand the hype around Jake and his whore reputation. And Heeseung will definitely be hearing from you.

By the time you and Jake had calmed down after fucking like wild animals, to finishing your duties for the night, to going your separate ways to go home, you found yourself laying back flat on your bed—both conflicted and in disbelief.

The entire moment replays in your head, and all you can wonder is, how’d you actually let him fuck you?

Every single detail scrambles in your brain—how dirty he was talking, how rough he handled you, how deep he fucked you, how big he felt, how filthy his voice sounded while he had you bent over for him, how no guy has ever fucked you this good. And his mention of you having the best pussy in the office made your pussy flutter.

Your thighs press together, warmth and wetness pooling between them. Before you can even realize it, you slip your sweatpants off, discarding them on your side as you still lay on your back, legs almost raised to your chest before your hand rubs slow circles over your clit.

You let the images flash behind your eyelids as you do so—from him grabbing your hips, to spanking you, and then cumming all over your ass by the end of it.

Your rubbing stops before you push two fingers inside your entrance, whimpering at the stretch, though you had Jake’s cock ruin you just a few hours ago.

You try to mimic the way his cock had you filled up, how deep and warm it reached into you.

“Jake, fuck..” you moan under your breath, hips grinding into your hand as your slick-covered fingers quickly pump in and out of your pussy, ramming into your sweet spot as you chase another orgasm.

Sure, this was pathetic of you.. Considering you hated Jake. But the way he fucked you quite literally had you reminiscing, wishing it was his cock instead of your fingers right now.

With a few more curls of your fingers, your cum seeps out, painting your digits with the clear-milky fluid. Your chest heaves as you attempt to calm down from your high, hoping it would give you some kind of relief, but it didn’t.

You lie there, your room mostly dark as the only light source comes from your warm lamp sitting on your nightstand, before your free hand grabs your phone.

You open the message app, before clicking on Jake’s icon. Without even thinking, you type out:

“Round two tmr?”

You stare at the text, not sending it just yet as you reread it. Then backspace it all.

You groan, tossing your phone across the bed.

If tomorrow had already come by now, you would’ve deeply regretted sending any of those texts. You’re only horny in the moment, that’s all.

The next day, you walk into the office nervous as hell, heart pounding when you see Jake walking towards his cubicle.

Frankly, you wouldn’t have cared if he told anybody, though he probably didn’t. Nearly every girl in that office was known for having a one-night stand with Jake, so really, it would be to no one’s surprise.

Worst case scenario, he would’ve acted like nothing had happened between the two of you, leaving you attached.

He notices you as you walk to your own cubicle, and he shoots you that damn smirk before saying, “Morning.”

It left you flustered and annoyed, knowing he at least acknowledged you but didn’t mention anything at all regarding yesterday.

As you settle down in your office, everything still refuses to leave your head. You’re in desperate need of spewing your feelings out before you remember—Heeseung.

The one person you tell everything to, but hadn’t just yet told him about what happened last night.

You quickly grab your phone, sending a text to him that reads:

“Come to my cubicle rn”

Hee: “I’m busy doing smth”

“Pls? I’ll be quick”

Hee: “Is it about Jake?”

“No”

Hee: “Coming”

You were lying. It was about Jake.

You react with a thumbs up to his message and next thing you know, he shows up at your cubicle, leaning against your filing cabinet and crossing his arms, iced americano in hand, ready to listen to whatever shit you need to rant about.

“I did something so stupid,” you say, facing in your chair towards him, making sure to keep your tone down.

His adam's apple bobs before he shuts his eyes for a moment, only to say, “What did you do now?”

You hesitate before finally saying, “I let Jake fuck me.”

“You what?!” He says, a little too loudly as he nearly chokes on his drink, brows furrowing.

“Shh!” You hush. “It was a mistake. It just kind of.. happened. It was so good, but also the worst thing I could’ve ever done.”

“He probably doesn’t see it as a mistake, but.. yeah, no shit. You let someone whose guts you hate fuck you.” He says, still a little surprised at your sudden confession.

“I know that. It was.. really good though. He was so big, and I was like screaming the en—”

“Y/n, now I don’t need to hear about it.” He says, putting an emphasis on the ‘I’, before you remember he had just been the one telling you about all of Jake’s sexual encounters and you were the one to cut him off in disgust.

You roll your eyes dramatically, voice whiny as you say, “But I need to talk to someone! He was like—”

“Nope, I’m out.” He says, taking one last sip of his iced americano before setting it on your desk.

“You can finish it. Oh, and don’t fall for his shit. You and I both know he’s just a walking red flag with a pretty face.” He says, making his way towards the entrance of your cubicle so he can leave and return to his.

“Ughh, I know.. that’s the thing.” You say, taking a sip of the drink Heeseung gave you as he leans against the divider, already halfway out, before you say, “But I might let it happen again.”

He shoots you a playfully nasty look as you giggle into the straw.

After your conversation with Heeseung, you went back into spiral mode. It wasn’t full on, nor was it dramatic, but you were thinking way too much for your own good.

Jake hasn’t mentioned a thing about last night. Hasn’t tried anything—not throwing little hints, nothing. That made everything so much worse for you.

Part of you expected it, for him to have his way with you by having sex and then pretending like nothing happened. But the other part of you absolutely hated it. You wanted him to acknowledge it, to say something about it, to give you the validation.

You’re utterly embarrassed that you let him fuck you, especially in the way he did.. but it was so good. The orgasm, his cock, the dirty talk, the touching—every single little thing.

Needless to say, you were attached. Against your will.

You find yourself in the lounge room, making what feels like your fifth cup of coffee of the day, before Jake walks in.

You turn back, making eye contact just as he steps into the room. Your attention darts back to your warm cup of coffee, not saying a thing—instead gulping and looking visibly nervous. You weren’t expecting your body to tremble and your temple to sweat every time you saw him now, but here you were, looking like a chicken with its head cut off.

He walks past you, making his way to an empty couch to unwind after doing.. well, almost nothing. But just as he’s behind you, he says, “If you want me again, just ask.”

You try hard to act unaffected, but it’s almost impossible. Your cheeks flush and jaw clenches before you turn around, facing him as you snap, “Why don’t you go fuck one of your other girls?”

A bit harsh of you, but.. you were too frustrated and anxious in the moment to control what dumb shit came out of your mouth.

He pauses, raising his eyebrow slightly as a look of what seems like shock and satisfaction washes over his face. “Don’t want them. Kinda like the one who talks back.”

If this wasn’t a reference to you, you don’t know what is.

“At least you have the decency to fuck them and leave.”

Jake’s smirk drops a little, his adam’s apple bobbing like he was about to hesitate on what he was about to say before he goes, “Maybe you’re the first one I don’t wanna leave.”

Your mouth parts when the sentence leaves his mouth, though nothing actually comes out. The way he said it doesn’t feel like a joke, almost as if it’s too real, and this time, you have no comeback.

You walk off, leaving the lounge room with your coffee in hand, not saying a word as you’re too flustered and annoyed.

You leave him standing in the room on his own, alone in his thoughts. Shit. Do I actually want her?

You storm into Heeseung’s cubicle, ready to vent to him, even though you pretty much already did just an hour ago.

He’s on the phone with a client—feet up on his desk, but the minute he sees you in his office with a look of shock on your face, he doesn’t think twice before making some shitty excuse and hanging up. Wow, how professional. But in your defence, you would’ve hung up the phone for him if he hadn’t done it himself.

“What is it now..” he says, dramatically leaning back further into his chair and putting a hand over his forehead like he was a damsel in distress.

You sit yourself on top of his desk, legs dangling just a little before you speak, your voice a little more frustrated and louder than usual, “I can’t stand him, Hee. I just don’t know what to do, I-I mean first he—”

“Woah, easy.. calm down. Tell me what happened.”

You take a breather, his words putting you at ease before you speak again, “He hasn’t said anything about last night, nothing. And then today, he just tells me that I’m the only girl he’s fucked that he doesn’t want to leave after?”

Heeseung chuckles to himself, staring down at his lap when he says, “Yet your legs still probably shook when he told you that. Kinda like how they shook when he fu—”

“Lee Heeseung.” You hit him with a deadpan stare from the desk, silently urging him that this is serious and that he needs to get his shit together.

“S-orry,” his voice cracks. “But.. I don’t understand. What do you even want him to say? ‘Oh, last night was fun’?” He says, mocking Jake’s voice.

“Yeah? Any kind of assurance would’ve been nice.” You say, brows slightly furrowing at his lack of help.

“No one does that anymore. It’s kind of corny.”

“Whatever,” you say, hopping off his desk and slowly walking to exit his cubicle, before he says one more thing that sticks with you: “You either need to fuck him again or block him. Depends if he proves himself.”

You walk out without saying anything back, his sentence engraved in your mind as you still try to process it.

Before you know it, you’re already making your way back to your own cubicle, ready to resume the endless amount of typing and calls you’ll have to take, hoping that’ll clear your mind somehow.

Just as you turn the corner, Jake is leaning against your cubicle wall, chewing on his bottom lip as he zones out at the ground.

You don’t know if he was waiting for you, or just doing his own thing and acting dumb, but you never saw him like this. He almost looked.. anxious.

You approach him, not stepping into your cubicle just yet, but instead in front of him, staring up at him with big eyes as his gorgeous ones meet yours.

A small smirk tugs at his lips before he says, “Look, take it how you want but, I know you hate me.. and I know you’re gonna come back anyway.”

So he was waiting for you. And oh, there’s that cocky Jake you always knew.

You gulp as your eyes stay fixed on his, staying silent as you’re unsure of how to reply.

“You still thinkin’ about last night, yeah?” He says, his smirk becoming more evident as he sees your cheek flush and eyes drop to the floor, avoiding eye contact with him.

He already got his answer—he didn’t need you to say it. “I thought so,” he whispers, before his back comes off the wall and he walks away.

You still weren’t happy with how he approached everything, but at least he acknowledged last night. That’s all you cared about.

Later that night, you snuggle in your blankets, eyes still open as you stare off into the distance of your room, trying to forget about all the thoughts of Jake and his antics that consumed you today.

Your thoughts are shut down when your phone lock screen flashes. You grab your phone, only to see that it’s a text from Jake reading, “You awake?”

“Yeah”

Jake: “Wanna come over for a bit”

“For what?”

Jake: “Nthn, just bored”

“Be there in a bit”

He liked your message before you shut your phone off with a sigh. You don’t know if this was going to be a bad idea, but after all, he was the root cause of why you weren’t able to sleep.

You contemplate your decision for a moment before you think, fuck it, and change into sweatpants and a crop top, grabbing your keys and heading out the door, over to his place with the location he shared.

Luckily, Jake lived pretty close, so a 10 minute walk didn’t feel dreadful at all. Instead, you were wondering how everything was gonna go down. Should you mention what happened last night? Should you ask him if you’re something more than friends? What if he doesn’t care at all?

Your walk ended up feeling like 5 minutes before you found yourself in front of his apartment door, pressing the doorbell before he opened the door—greeting you with a bare and sleepy face, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his hair still looking good but a bit messier. Yet, he still looks so good. Typical Jake.

You walk inside his apartment, the fairly-neat space making you slightly surprised as you always thought of him to be the messy type. But who would’ve thought that he actually took care of his apartment?

You stare at the digital clock on one of the shelves, reading ‘12:54 a.m.’

He leads you to his room where you both sit on his bed—him laying his back against the pillows, legs spread, while you sit beside him, legs pulled up to your chest as your arms hug them close to you.

“You looked cute t’day.. All pouty. Made me wanna ruin you again.” He breaks the silence, his voice so disgustingly hot as it’s laced with sleep and extra raspiness.

“You’re so fucking cocky,” you say, giggling a little as you refuse to make eye contact with him, too anxious to even do anything. You already started to regret even coming over. “You’ve always been.”

“Works on you though, doesn’t it?” He says, looking straight at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

You finally get the courage to make eye contact with him before you say, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Don’t gotta. You’re the one in my bed right now,” he chuckles, earning one from you as well. You didn’t reply because, frankly, he was right. You had every right to decline his request of coming over, but you did anyways—now sitting right on his bed.

The air is thick with tension and silence. You zone out before you finally look over to him again, staring at his lap before your words catch his attention. “Are we seriously not gonna talk about last night?”

Yes, he mentioned it once earlier today, but it wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to pull more answers out of him.

“You want me to say I liked it? That I’ve been thinking about it all day?” He mocks, slightly raising an eyebrow as he realizes just how much you cared about that one night.

You go quiet, sucking in a breath. Yes, you wanted him to say exactly that, but there’s no way you were actually going to admit it.

“Cause I have.” He speaks, before adding, “I don’t gotta tell you, you’re a smart girl.”

Your cheeks flush at his comment, heat pooling between your thighs as he smirks at your flustered reaction.

“Come here,” he says a little too casually, patting on his lap like he was telling a dog to come sit.

“W-what?” You stutter. You’ve already been fucked dumb by him, so you don’t know why you were so hesitant to sit on his lap—you just were.

“Just come sit. Why, you scared?” He tuts, patting his lap once more like it was the last opportunity he’d give you.

You roll your eyes at him before you slowly crawl onto his lap, straddling it as his hands immediately find their way to your hips, resting on them as he stares up at you with those pathetic, irresistible eyes.

You gulp at the sight, your hands snaking around his neck as your bodies are so close they could nearly press together.

One hand that was once resting on your hip comes around your waist, closing the gap between your bodies as his face nuzzles into your bare neck, pressing soft and wet kisses on your skin. It was unexpected and sudden, but felt so good—almost making you shiver in his touch.

Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in the soft and messy locks, your breathing becoming heavier as his kisses trail down from your neck, to your collarbone, down to just the top of your breasts.

You softly gasp when he tugs your crop top over your breasts, the flesh recoiling as he smirks and looks at you at the fact that you came with no bra on. “Nasty girl.”

He helps pull the shirt over your head before his mouth immediately latches onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his other hand kneads your other breast, his large hand palming and squeezing the meat.

You throw your head back slightly, mouth parting as his tongue works perfectly against your tits, your hips unintentionally grinding on his bulge.

He whimpers into the suck of your nipple when he feels the friction, pulling off your peaked bud with a wet pop, his lips swollen.

“You gonna let me fuck you again, baby?” He says, looking back up at you, your brows furrowed in pleasure as both of his hands knead and squeeze your tits like they’re stress relievers.

You whimper before nodding, the wetness in your sweatpants collecting as you want nothing more now than his cock inside of you. Sounds desperate, but in this case, you were.

“Take it off,” he says with a throaty voice, tugging at your sweatpants. You do just as he says, slipping them off and discarding them on his floor as his hands firmly place you on your back, your body on full display for him as he tugs his own sweatpants down—enough to free his throbbing cock, already pink and leaking at the tip.

He aligns his cock with your soaked core before pushing in slow, both of you gasping. You still weren’t used to his size—though you never think you’re going to be able to.

A wet squelch echoes in the room when he bottoms out, loud and sticky. Your eyes flutter open at the noise, at how obscene it sounds.

He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder, your ankles right at his shoulders as his hips move back and forth, giving you slow and deep strokes that already hit just right. You wondered how he found that sweet spot again of yours so quickly.

“Right there, hm?” he says, pressing down on your stomach to feel where his tip hits inside you. He memorized every spot inside your pussy—what a fuckboy thing to do.

“M-mhmm,” you whimper, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes flutter shut, the pure pleasure of his cock fucking into you agonizingly slow making your brain turn into mush.

The filthy squelch of your pussy gets louder with every thrust—a lewd, sticky and wet sound that fills the room. You swear you could feel yourself dripping down to the sheets.

He reaches down to cup your jaw, forcing your face to meet his. “Look at me. Look at me while I fuck this pretty pussy,” he says, before letting out a loud groan when he feels your core tighten at his words.

His thrusts pick up, your tits bouncing as your body keeps jolting with every movement, your legs still resting over Jake’s shoulder while his hands grip onto your hips—firm enough to leave a mark if he let go.

You throw your head back further into the sheets, hips jerking and a soft moan escaping your lips when his tip kisses your cervix, his cock so deep and warm inside you it could almost make you see stars. You shift a little, moving yourself a little further from him. Well, you try to.

“Don’t run, baby. Take it,” he says, pulling on your hips so your body comes down into the place it once was before. Your eyes roll back with each thrust, your pussy practically strangling him.

“F-uck Jake—G-gonna cum—!” Your voice cracks right at the last second, before you cum. Your milky mess drips onto his cock, getting shoved back inside you as he’s still chasing his high, but he’s very close—as you feel his cock pulsing inside your tight gummy walls.

“This pussy’s all fuckin’ mine,” he groans, throwing his head back before he pulls out just in time, stroking his length a bit before his thick ropes of cum paint your stomach.

His hands finally let go of your hips, his finger marks evident as he stays there for a moment, both of you catching your breaths before he walks into his bathroom and comes out with a towel.

He wipes down your messy and dripping pussy, as well as your stomach that he spilled his release on, before discarding it lazily on the bed.

He lays beside you, pulling you into his chest, your leg thrown over his hip as your head rests on his chest, his heart fluttering from the orgasm.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, not even realizing it. All you can remember is him gently stroking your hair while you softly breathe into his chest.

“How about I pick you up from your place tomorrow?” He breaks the silence, his fingers resting in your hair before he adds, chuckling, “Maybe we can stay after hours again.”

You giggle into his chest at his conceited remark. “And what if your little girlfriends see us?”

“I’ll tell them I’m taken.”

Oh.. so this is how he makes things official?

You feel a little stunned at the statement, but also grateful that he still stuck around to annoy you all those days at work, ever since your first day at the job—and grateful that he picked you amongst the swarm of girls who’d kill to be in a relationship with him.

Your head comes off his chest, your face leaning in to press a soft and warm kiss to his plush lips as he hums into your mouth, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body.

Maybe the man you so-terribly despised at your office job wasn’t that bad. Hopefully Heeseung approves.

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[tucsonhorse]

There was a particular girl I went to middle school with who scared the shit out of me and I was pretty sure was constantly setting me up for a Carrie type situation. She's the reason I have some solid anxiety about using public restrooms because she kicked open a bathroom stall that I was using.

It's been more than 20 years since that encounter and I saw her about a year ago and it all came back almost like it happened yesterday. But she pretty clearly didn't know who I was, only vaguely recognizing me and definitely not remembering what she did. That threw me for a loop and when I thought about it I realized that she wasn't targeting me, I was just around. And she wasn't trying to make me miserable, she was dealing with her own shit and I was collateral damage.

It makes it feel worse in some ways, that I could be so unimportant to her when she had such a negative impact on me. But in other ways it feels better. I didn't do anything to prompt maliciousness, I was just unlucky.

That's the thing, a lot of people are so wrapped up in their own shit that they don't even notice they're hurting others. This is even more true when people are teenagers, but adults do it plenty as well. It doesn't change that they're causing harm or undo the pain they cause. But it still matters.

my sister didn’t realise until last year that she’d been a bully in high school of the mean girl variety. she’s 23 years old. if you think all harm has to be intentional for it to count you’re kind of missing the part where this shit happens all the time. nobody goes around thinking they’re being evil. sometimes they do shit that sucks and nobody calls them out on it and they go home and find ways to justify it to themselves in their head. causing harm + ‘being a bad person’ + fucking up on purpose are all independent variables

[rosiesweets]

and i'd give myself to you (every time) - three

synoposis: by the end of the day paige is covered in flour and still doesn’t know what the fuck a choux pastry is.

a/n: we’re soooo back. was comatose for a bit on my couch while the stomach virus overtook my body. but we’re on the up and about to have some fun! also figured some might need this after today’s game which was … something. this is a little self-indulgent because i love baking and gbbo <3 as always, let me know what you think. thank you for being here, xo, chiara

and i’d trip over my feet just to see you smile

paige wakes up to the sound of someone’s blaring alarm at six am, which is pretty criminal since they’ve only all gone to bed about two hours ago.

“shit i’m so sorry” whispers a voice in the distance and paige pushes her head further into her pillow. she lays there for what feels like an hour before accepting her fate that she won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. she lets her thoughts drift back to last night (this morning). sitting with azzi on the couch. azzi opening up to her about her injuries. the kiss. all the recent memories warming her chest.

but then paige internally frowns. she can’t believe dylan got the first impression rose. not to have a big ego or anything, but it just didn’t make sense. azzi spent so much time with paige last night, more than anyone else! azzi only kissed her! (she checked). it just wasn’t adding up. did she say something to scare her already? was the kiss too much? was it bad? (not possible). paige didn’t want to spiral so early on, but she felt like she couldn’t help it. not to parrot all the lines recycled on these types of shows but she really felt like they had a connection. she couldn’t explain it. sitting with azzi, talking, kissing, just looking at her felt right. like they fit. paige hadn’t felt that in a long time.

the thing about becoming a public figure, is that even though your following grows larger and larger, your world actually becomes quite small. you bring with you your closest. the people that have been with you before the brand deals and think pieces. and everyone after, well, there’s not many people after. besides paige’s teammates, it’s been hard for her to trust that new people in her life are there for her. like actually her, and not who they think paige is based off two interviews and her instagram profile. she doesn’t know who has a weird parasocial relationship to her, a secret agenda, or like edits of her saved on their tik tok. and it’s not like she wouldn’t actually be friends with or date someone who has followed her or knows her, it’s just difficult and time consuming to work out who someone really is. and paige is too vulnerable and trusting of people’s good intentions to not get hurt in the interim. so instead, she just, doesn’t let many new people in. and it’s been good. she’s happy, mostly. but last night azzi made her realize just how much she’s been missing. she’s eager to return to that feeling. the excitement of learning someone new, someone that you have an initial immediate attraction to. call her a simp or down bad or whatever but she’s excited to have a crush again. to do it safely. well, if competing against thirty, now twenty three people on national tv can be called safe but like, whatever you get it.

she lets herself smile at the thought. she doesn’t know if she’ll win this, doesn’t know if her and azzi can really fall in love like this, but like every thing else in her life she tells herself she’ll take it one possession, one interaction, at a time.

—

paige has no idea what to expect for the first group date beyond hopefully something athletic so she doesn’t embarrass herself too severely. they arrive at, whole foods? and paige looks around at the other contestants who thankfully also have confused looks on their faces. paige steps out, dressed cooly in jorts and a short sleeve button down, and slots herself next to one of the matts (farthest away from dylan, but that’s not on purpose or anything). once production gets them lined up exactly as they want, they hear an “action!” and azzi is walking out of the whole foods towards them. of course, she looks absolutely beautiful. she’s in a more casual outfit compared to yesterday’s gown. striped oversized button down and brown sleeveless sweater dress over. curls placed in an artful messy updo. obviously paige thinks she looks incredible (along with everyone else, but paige more).

“hi everyone! how are we all feeling on this sunny morning in la?” azzi essentially shouts as the microphones are ten feet away from her (and caroline has already warned her she speaks too softly). they already have to redo the “amazing” three times, so filming is sure to go great today.

“i’m sure you’re all wondering what we’re doing at a whole foods of all places. i wanted our first group date to have all the elements: competition, fast thinking, and of course, fun! also, i love food and would hope to have a partner that loves to eat as much as i do. with that being said here’s what’s going to happen: you’re all going to reenact one of my favorite shows, great british bake off! you’re all going to get a recipe for one of my favorite pastries, which is a surprise for later, and given two hours to complete it. the winner will get a a surprise prize.”

paige doesn’t even hear herself cheer, just feels herself lock in at the words “surprise prize,” which given how these shows work, she’s certain is time with azzi, so of course, she has to win. paige has never made a pastry in her life, but hey it can’t be that hard right?

azzi’s voice cuts through paige’s thoughts, “but first, i want to see how you work in teams! i’ll pick two names out this hat to be team captains. you’ll each draft your team from the remaining contestants. each team has five minutes to plan and twenty minutes to gather all the ingredients everyone on their team will need. be careful, you’ll only be baking with what you manage to grab! ok, the first name is … dylan!” paige watches as dylan comes to step beside azzi, looking far too happy. “and the competing team captain is … paige!”

and truly, what a surprise. paige is certain after last night they were the only two names in the hat (they were, thanks caroline!).

paige quickly sweeps over all the contestants in front of her, trying to size up speed, height, and baking knowledge. after the teams are all picked, paige finds herself in the familiar place at the center of a huddle. “alright y’all, i picked each and every one of you because i have one hundred percent faith in your baking gathering supply abilities. we’re going to split the list in sections and go in partners. lina, you’re going to stand guard of the cart at the end of aisle, closest to the registers, checking off the list. once you grab all your items drop it in the cart. we got this. be great, azzi on three.” and honestly, it’s one of the best huddle speeches she’s given in a while.

paige and her partner, joey, race to find baking soda and baking powder. “these are two different things?” paige asks joey in all seriousness. joey laughs replying “well i guess i don’t to worry about you winning this one. i was kinda worried we’d be on basketball court today and you’d get to embarrass us all.” paige lets out an incredulous gasp, “i’ll have you know joey, i can beat everyone here on and off the court, doesn’t matter what it is.” joey just leaves paige standing there in her indignation, clearly knowing where she’s going and paige suddenly remembers what they’re doing. she follows joey into the baking aisle as she holds up two small cardboard boxes.

“here’s a tip i definitely should not be giving you, baking powder and baking soda help the chemistry of your baking. you need very little of both and they look exactly the same so be careful and don’t mix them up. remember the letters, s for spread, and p for puff. baking soda helps your bake spread, think cookies, and baking powder gives your bake lift like rise on a cake. and please in the future remember i helped you.”

paige smiles at joey, committing this new information to memory, “joey, you and i are going to get along just fine,” hooking her arm around joey’s shoulder and running them to lina who is waiting with a blessedly full looking cart. lina takes the boxes from them but goes “i think michael needs help in the dairy, he can’t tell difference between heavy cream and whipping cream.” joey just sighs dragging paige over to help. paige keeps to herself that she also did not know there was this many different types of creams.

they finish shopping with just thirty seconds to spare and azzi has been watching them from behind the registers, chatting with jesse about what she’s observing. paige makes quick eye contact with her and sends her a wink as she lifts the bags out of the cart (and if it’s just at the right time as her biceps curling well that’s just paige’s fantastic luck).

—

to begin the choux, gently heat the butter, milk, salt, and sugar in a pan over medium heat. once the butter has melted, increase the heat and quickly bring the mixture to a boil. tip the flour in one go and whisk vigorously to combine.

first, paige thinks to herself, is what the fuck is a choux? second, she needs a scale and she needs to figure out how to set it to zero and she should probably take out her flour and fuck where did she put the whisk?

paige has always relied on her ability to lock in, to stay calm under pressure, and on the outside, she thinks she’s doing a decent job (she is not, she looks lost), but internally she’s freaking out because she can barely successfully bake a cake from a box and now she’s being asked to bake and put together components of an eclair and god why did azzi have to like such a complicated dessert?

paige takes a single deep breath and tells herself to just read the recipe and follow it one step at a time. she might not really know how to bake, but she can for sure read, and that’s got to get her to at least to edible.

paige has one hand on the dial of her burner to control the heat and the other holding her bowl of flour at the ready, which already got all over her when she was measuring it out on the scale. she would be more mad about it, but as she looked up to wipe some flour off her face she made eye contact with azzi as she laughed and honesty, worth it. the mixture has bubbles coming up pretty fast so she decides that’s a boil, dumps the flour in, and starts whisking.

holy shit this looks like batter. paige can’t help the wide smile that spreads across her face. remember when she said she couldn’t bake? scratch that, turns out she is amazing at everything she tries, take that universe.

she’s just taking her mixture off the heat when azzi stops by her table. “how’s it going captain?” paige grabs a spatula and meets azzi’s eyes, taking in her long lashes, god she’s so pretty. “honestly a rough start, but i think i’ve made quite the comeback. prepare yourself princess these are about to be the best eclairs you’ve ever had.” again, azzi laughs, score, “i would ask if you’re always this confident but i think i know the answer to this one.” paige begins scooping her mixture into a piping bag like the instructions say and honestly, should she quit basketball and open a bakery? “see, you already know me so well. and after these eclairs, you’re going to want to marry me.” caroline signals it’s time for azzi to move to the next contestant so she lets out one last giggle before leaving paige with “we’ll see about that superstar.”

paige is on a high for the rest of the two hours. by the end she produces something that vaguely looks an eclair and doesn’t taste genuinely terrible, honestly, they’re pretty good if she does say so herself.

hm, she thinks to herself as she sets her tray down behind her photo, she just might win this.

—

paige does not win. paige does not come close to winning. she gets seventh. which actually out of twenty three is pretty good considering azzi only named her top ten.

azzi is standing at the front of the room, corner of her mouth adorably dotted with chocolate, as she says “congrats joey, you are today’s winner!” joey, standing to paige’s right blushes and smiles. paige, while never satisfied with a loss, is happy for joey. joey seems cool and clearly does this as in her free time. if paige lost, she’s glad she lost to someone like joey. jesse steps up to let everyone know joey’s prize. “joey, since you’re today’s winner, you and your team will get an extra hour with azzi before tonight’s cocktail party.” and half the room erupts in cheers.

more time with azzi, paige doesn’t want to admit it but she’s got butterflies at the thought of getting even more time to get to know her. she smiles to herself and pats herself on her back for drafting joey early to her team. she really always was a great team captain.

—

paige is casually chatting to one of the matts at the start of their extra hour. everyone agreed as the winner joey should get to talk to azzi first, and paige is thanking herself for picking such a chill group of people for her team. she knows these shows though, and things have been only mildly dramatic so far, so she’s sure that’s about to change soon. whatever happens, she’s sure to keep herself far from it.

paige and matt, whatever his last name is, are talking about their upcoming w and nba predictions as paige quickly catches her reflection in one of the mirrors above one of the what seems like ten fireplaces in this mansion. she’s pretty proud of her outfit, blue trousers, cropped white vest, and blue jacket tied around her shoulders. her hair in a slick back pony. she feels cool in an effortless way that definitely did not take at least an hour. she’s just about to answer matt’s questions about playing small forward so much instead of point guard when she feels a tap on her shoulder.

surprisingly it’s azzi. “hi, time to chat?” paige smiles, immediately taking azzi’s hand, “wow, pulling me for a chat? am i the new bachelorette now?” azzi shakes her head and pulls them outside to a l-shaped outdoor couch situated under a pergola lined with string lights. before paige can even hesitate about how much she should touch azzi, azzi pulls paige’s arm around her as they put their feet up. her head is tucked warmly in the crook of paige’s neck and paige thinks they should stay right here for the rest of the night.

“so how was baking your first eclair?” azzi opens with. paige scoffs, “um what makes you think it was my first?” azzi doesn’t answer verbally, just turns her head up to paige’s eye and raises a singular perfectly manicured eyebrow.

“okay, yeah you got me. but you gotta admit it was pretty good for a first try. and hey, i’m great at picking teammates, so really i think it was a great day for me overall.” she feels azzi nod and laugh, “that’s true, you got really lucky picking the person that actually bakes for a living.” paige intertwines their hands and goes “wait joey bakes for a living? wow i didn’t know, but i guess i have incredible spidey senses.”

azzi snorts, seemingly entertained by paige’s incredible ability to make everything about herself. instead of feeding her ego, she asks paige “do you cook a lot?” paige shakes her head. “no, it’s not something i ever really got into. i used to eat like a total child, uncrustables and slim jims. but as i got further into the w i realized i really needed to take my nutrition seriously because i needed to gain muscle if i didn’t want to get put my ass every night on the court.” she can feel azzi nod and trace the lines of their intertwined hands, “so you kinda see food as utility?” “day to day, honestly, yeah. but i love food in the way it brings people together. i love learning about foods from my teammate’s cultures. i love gathering with my family around a big meal and the holidays. some of my most favorite memories are grilling with my dad in the backyard during the two months minnesota is warm. also i love getting a sweet treat obviously.” and azzi lights up, lifting her head from paige’s neck and turning slightly to face paige, “i love a sweet treat!” paige, laugh softly, “yeah beautiful, you had us make you forty eclairs today.” azzi adorably pouts and paige wants to kiss it off her. before azzi can answer paige asks “what’s your favorite food memory?” azzi’s eyebrows crinkle as she thinks “that’s a great question. i feel like i have so many. honestly, i might have to be during covid. my brothers and i were going out of our minds, i was just finished giving them the most horrific buzz cuts anyone has ever seen. my mom ordered grocery delivery and surprised us with s’mores. we made them over our gas stove. we all crowded around one burner and sat on the kitchen floor eating only sort of roasted marshmallows. i remembered looking around and just laughing hysterically as my brother got chocolate on his forehead.”

paige can picture it, a younger, less polished azzi, sat in pajamas on her kitchen floor, laughing with all her teeth at her brother. “that sounds really wonderful. my little brother and i have a really close relationship but i don’t think he’d ever let me go near him with razor, how’d you convince your brothers?” paige is looking right at azzi now, trying to focus on their conversation and not the how beautiful azzi looks under the glow of the stringlights. azzi laughs again, and paige doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of hearing it, “honestly, we were all so bored i think they were willing to do anything that killed time. but also, my brothers kind of just let me do what i want.”

paige smirks, “yeah i can see how you have that impact on people.” azzi has the audacity to look confused. “what do you mean?” it’s paige’s turn to raise her eyebrow at azzi, “you’re telling me you don’t flutter your eyelashes and smile that beautiful smile and not get whatever you want? i don’t believe it.” azzi smirks, bringing her face just a breath away from paige’s, “well you know what i want right now?” paige feels her breath hitch, “what beautiful?” azzi smiles, “i want you to kiss me superstar.” and well, paige is nothing if not accommodating.

[minnielovesme]

So an idea for batfamily x neglected reader is that, reader is tired of being neglected so they go to a genie or demon to make a deal to have a better life. They get there wish of " having a happy and loving family who will love them unconditionally" but it bacfires as all "be careful what you wish for" type of deals usually end.

Instead of getting the batfamily getting to love them unconditionally, a complety random family reader has never seen nor heard of is claiming that we are their child.

We have basiclly disappeared off the face of the earth and after some time the batfamily has finally noticed out absence dissaperance. But you know what hey, maybe being loved unconditionally by this new family isn't so bad, I mean your old family didn't do shit for you, this new one would do anyting to keep you with them, anything.

Feel free to use this idea how ever you like

Omgg this is soo good sorry for not responding sooner ihave been so busy and thank you so much for the idea I LOVE ITTHJJAJJAAB 😔🙏❤️❤️❤️💗❤️💗👋❤️🫂

[shedelulululu]

Hey hey hey! Do you have anymore headcanons with soft big moments for Kingdon? Like their wedding day?

bokuto is that you I mean you can give me a casual suggestion of anything and my brain will spin coming up with headcanons so yeah sure let's talk kingdon wedding

They feel very backyard/garden/small outdoor venue of some kind coded to me

Obviously that means its a decently small wedding, which I think makes sense with Mel not having a lot of family, wanting to make sure her sister isn't overwhelmed and can be a big part of her day too, and like respectfully it's Frank's second wedding

I do think Langdon's irish catholic sorry to all the italian langdon truthers thats just not my ministry parents and grandparents passive aggressively mention they won't attend because its not in a church. Mel is like...........I really don't want to deal with a second location so like can they compromise on a catholic priest as the officiant (they don't want to give in but Frank is like, she's not even religious so like it's that or don't come idc atp, so they do and its FINE they don't die)

I have thought about it long and hard and looked at many dresses and I think this is the kind of dress Mel would pick for her wedding, her two priorities being that she doesn't want to overheat or being swallowed up in fabric, and she didn't want to go short because she didn't want to worry about flashing her underwear. And like I think she'd want something that's like she'll feel beautiful without it being dramatic. I think she has to be pushed by Samira and Becca to go with this dress instead of something even simpler.

I'm putting Frank in a cream linen suit.

I think the dinner is very casual, maybe like Portuguese bbq type thing

There's a small dance floor with twinkling lights overhead and maybe they have a real band for the music? idk something acoustic just feels them to me.

I think at some point we play the worst game of broken telephone where Frank is nervous that she's going to get cold feet and not want to marry him anymore, McKay relays that to Samira who hears that Langdon is getting cold feet, which makes Mel spiral because what do you mean he's getting cold feet, which gets relayed back through too many people so by the time it reaches Langdon he hears that SHE does have cold feet. At some point they seek each other out (without peeking!) and Frank is like "we don't have to do this if you don't want to, I know this is a lot, no pressure" and Mel is like "Are you sure about this or not?" and Frank is like "I could not be more excited to marry you" and Mel is like 😊 "me too" and then he (without looking!) clasps her hand with his, and brings it to his lips to kiss and they laugh about how ridiculous they're being

I think Langdon probably already knew how to ballroom dance, maybe his Mom made him do all that racist etiquette debutante ball shit growing up, and he's like we're good I'll lead and you follow dw about it. and Mel is like, I Am Worrying About It and makes them attend classes.

Mel is like Radiant during their first dance, I am assigning them Crystal Clear by Hayley Williams as their song, because it's beautiful romantic and I think very them (it's on my kingdon playlist) and I personally like it :) He definitely twirls her around a bunch because he's a show off and it makes her giggle. Yes he also dips her and kisses her because again he is a show off.

I don't think they do any other special dances or performances because like that would be way too much time to organize that they don't have

I think Becca and Frank dance together at some point and Frank will never tell Mel what Becca said but it was very sweet about how happy he makes her sister and she's so happy she found someone that she (Becca) doesn't hate, and also typical protectiveness routine

Becca is the only person allowed to give a speech officially, and she does take credit for the entire relationship because she was the one pushing Mel to find someone to kiss on her first day of work and who did she spend the most time with that day !!!!

Samira, Robby, McKay, and Santos all make unofficial speeches but they're sitting down so it doesn't count Mel, they're just speaking loudly Mel, you can't get mad at them because they're talking about how much they love you both Mel (she is crying the entire time which she was trying to avoid) (Frank also cries but he's better at holding it in bc of years of suppressing it, they are nonetheless my sensitive babies) (there's one photo taken of them where they're holding each other and both crying and trying to soothe the other)

I think they're honestly too tired to even fool around by the end of the night !!! the lazy morning sex the day after is fire though !!!! Frank can't stop kissing her ring.

Their honeymoon is in Iceland

[timkontheunsure]

Hope you don't mind me answering here. It ment I could break my answer down a bit, and go point by point. 🙂 (My dyslexic butt was struggling with the lack of formatting and wall of text that comments end up as).

@kitty-meow-meow-83

"I don’t really see them interacting a much at all. They are similar cause they and Ozzie are foils to Stolitz."

Them being foils is one of the reasons I want to see them interact, because Stolas and Fizz have a lot in common.

Both Fizz and Stolas have had recent active abuse. It'd be good for both of them to talk to someone who's not their partner about this.

But also just they're alot more similar personality wise than either of them is to Blitz, or Ozzie.

With them both being the detail oriented one of the couple,

They both have very sweet personalities but with similar level of just enough bitch lol,

and both Fizz and Stolas are excellent at calling Blitz on his shit.

I can see them getting along with eachother well. And it would be great if Blitz's soon-to-be-partner could be on good terms with Blitz's oldest friend. It would be good for Blitz.

"Fizz has self worth issues stemming from his childhood exploitation and at the time, perceived betrayal from Biltz."

Yes they do, and then that continues under Mammon. But that's very similar to how Stolas' self worth issues where corsed by Paimon shaping him into a tool, and then continues under Stella.

Neither Fizz nor Stolas had a lot of choice, they were shaped for a task from a very early age. And constantly told they weren't measuring up by their abusers.

It was also a job they both found joy in at first, untill the demanded to be perfect and hid who they really where got bigger. Till both were stuck in some form of the closet, Stolas not allowed to be gay, Fizz not allowed to be in love.

"I also don’t think Fizz has any ground to stand on about communicating to partners. He and Ozz are not this paragon of a perfect relationship with perfect communication."

No, I don't think Fizzmodeous is brilliant at communicating with eachother either. They have a lot of blind spots.

But I do think Fizz is very good at reading his oldest friend. And would be pretty good at explaining when Stolas has missed the blinking obvious.

I also really want Fizz to spend more time around Stolitz; to understand how odd some of the things he and Ozzie haven't been talking about is.

Because they've spent almost their entire relationship in the closet they've not had any of the conversations about their social gap.

And this has left Fizz stuck dealing with the fall out by himself. He's the one getting kidnapped, stalked, or hit, or his safety is threaten in a way Ozzie doesn't.

Where as Stolitz have been public since straight after Real Fast.

And while their attempts at talking about their status difference didn't go so well in full moon and apologies tour; they are still trying.

With Blitz explaining about jobs, and food expenses, the need to have clothes but not always the ability to pay, ect. Just a lot of small conversations about real life.

Fizzarolli has never had any of those conversations with Ozzie, and I think being around Stolitz might prompt him to do so.

There's also the big elephant in the room, that Ozzie didn't try that hard to save Blitz. But Stolas did. I think that's going to wake Fizz up to how Ozzie really sees imps like him.

"Fizz has been exploited and used all his life until he reached Ozz and even then, he’s the younger (seemingly sugar baby type) partner who until mammons show STILL thought he had to earn ozzs love and respect by being his best possible self."

Thinking he has to earn love and respect is something that Fizz, Blitz and Stolas all think they have to do.

They belief that all they deserve is conditional on what they can give/do for their loved ones. It's a core belief to each of them, with the idea that they are burdening everyone around them if they don't. That the people they love might leave them if they don't do enough earn the care and affection they receive.

Fizz is actually the most hellthy out the 3 of them with this belief, because it's actively challenging by Ozzie in Crookied. Making him more likely to call it out in Blitz if he sees he's friend show this kind of self hate.

Yes, the age gap does play a part in how Fizz has been accepting things he shouldn't. Like Ozzie repeatedly crossing boundaries without checking, or restricting Fizz's autotomy.

This is another reason I want Fizz to talk to Stolas. The deal was a very dodgy tit for tat set up that piece by piece Stolas and Blitz are working together to make a true healthy relationship.

Fizzmodeous from what we've seen was a healthy relationship, that's ignored a lot of warnings signs, and is now becoming unhealthy.

I want Fizz to be able to ask questions, and have a support structure. Cus at the moment all he has is Ozzie, and that's inheritly unstable. Like Stolas only having Via before.

A two person surport structure are always unstable, because you try to be everything for them.

Always got told to imagine a 2 legged stool, you can balance with just two people; as long as everything goes right. But if either of you wobbles, like you will do because everyone has bad days; you can't really catch your balance. And now you're both going tumbling.

People need community, to be able to take some of the pressure off, to be the 3rd or 4th leg. So you've got someone else to talk to if things are hard. It's what Fizz needs, and it's what Via needs.

"He had to be at his lowest point to even admit this to him. Fizz is the classic example of putting on a fake smile to make everyone else happy and fawning as a trauma response. He would not have the bandwidth at all to handle the minutiae of Stolitz relationship."

I just disagree with this, and that this is how he's handled spending time with the two of them.

Blitz is a indispensable link to Fizz; to the community he's lost throughout his career.

And one of those things that just a fact, is you tend to have to get to know your friends loves, if you want a close relationship. That means spending time with Loona, Millie Moxxie and Stolas.

It's be like Blitz wanting to only be firends with Moxxie, and not interact with Millie. Only putting on a fake smile around her. It just really wouldn't work as a close relationship with Moxxie.

" If anything, Fizz will require a support system, if anything tense happens with him and Ozzie as a result of the trial or Ozzie’s overprotectiveness."

Again that what I think Stolitz will be to Fizz. And a lot of closeness with your old friends, is show through taking the mick, so still think he's end up telling Stolas stories about wee Blitz.

"When you think of that possibility, Fizz only has maybe Blitz to support him (but Blitz is busy supporting his own lover and family/business and lacks any maturity to be of help honestly)."

Dose Blitz lack any emotional maturity to help??? This is a man we're seen do almost nothing but help his loves ones out of crap situations. Or improve their lives no end.

Yer he's got a lot on his plate right now, but I can't see Blitz turning Fizz down when he needs.

Blitz have turned up immediately when asked by Ozzie, and helped him tell Mammon to fuck off.

Blitz will always be there if Fizz needs it, because he loves him. Blitz's driving force is his care for his love ones.

"I think Fizzes lack of outside support could be used as a contrast to Stolas gaining an outside support system from Vasago. I can foresee Vasago being Stolas’s wingman of sorts but also a confidant and guide for improving Stolas’s emotional state and social abilities."

I'm hoping Vasago ends up as friend for Stolas. He could do with more friends. Having a goeita as a friend might also highlight his previous behaviour.

Because while Stolas didn't mean harm, and Vassago seems to be a good boy; I can see Vassago doing dumb stuff because of how he was raised too. I'd like to see Stolas now use the knowledge from living with Blitz and Loona to realise implicit bias.

"With Blitz jealousy hijinks ensuing . Idk I find it such wishful thinking to think fizz, Stolas, Verosika, or Ozz would be friends at all."

Nope. I'm really hoping we don't get jealous Blitz.

Blitz doesn't fight, he just crumples; because he doesn't think he's worth loving.

No, I don't think Verosika or Ozzie will ever be really close to Stolas.

(Here Ozzie and Stolas, here Stolas Vs Verosika)

"Fizz and Stolas maybe, but idk I think it’d be so incredibly awkward. And why would Fizz talk about anything like that with Stolas?"

Again these two have a lot in common. So I don't really see why these two would be awkward together.

They're able to wrap their lover's around their little finger.

They both as kinky as hell (heh) so could definitely have a similar thing to joke about.

Both find Blitz's sence of humour funny. I can see Fizz really having fun building more community ties with Blitz and Stolas together.

"Unless they get in a situation idk why or how they could organically begin to have a dialogue about the past like that. The whole issue with Stolas & Fizz is their inability to talk and open up"

I'm just going to assume you've not done the introduce childhood friend to lover thing, because telling embarrassing stories about them is really common way to get to know them. And Fizz is a very sociable person.

I also think that Fizz would want to get his own back, for Blitz letting him ramble on and embarrass himself so much with this. Telling Stolas a few embarrassing anecdote to brake the ice and even the score seems like the obvious thing to do. 🤭

And a good place to start for Fizz to start getting a wider group of friends.

So who else *needs* Fizz to talk to Stolas

And need him to embarrass the shit out of his oldest friend?

Like every cringy story of Blitz being an adorable dumbass.

But I might legit melt if Fizz says anything about Blitz going on about 'plant can hear you'

[yeepyz]

overstepping.

⋆ synopsis—you and toji had a really good thing going, but waiting around for someone who won’t fight for you isn’t worth anyone’s time.

⋆ content—mdni, suggested sex, crude language, toji is a fast learner, arguing, pining, swearing, “ma.”

⋆ paring—toji x fem!reader

”my interest in you is bleak.”

⋆ creds to belmont for music. playlist linked here.

bzzt.

your phone went off, a rare occurrence for one in the morning. it was either a spam email, some store notification, or…

toji.

his contact lit up your screen, to blaring and filled with too much blue light for your bleary and tired eyes. a soft huff left your nose, both curious and irritated at his late-night contact. what could he possibly want?

[toji] 1:13: you up, ma?

oh, right—hooking up. silly you, how could you have forgotten?

you weren’t a booty call or anything, but you were neither exclusive nor dating. a situationship, if you will. it was a bit unconventional, meeting at a bar you'd driven to after being stood up by a date—he was rude, anyway. as any story goes, you both got drunk together, and lowered inhibitions led to sex, more often than not.

he was nice, he really was—buying you a new sweater every now and then and making more of a big deal of it not being a big deal than if you were to get excited about it, and taking you out to cheap dinners and movies, since it was all either of you could really afford.

a waitress and an unemployed hitman weren’t a very rich duo, anyway.

[me] 1:14: yes. just finished a shift. what’s up?

[incoming call]

you groaned quietly, clearing your throat to erase the rasp from your voice, riddled with the light sleep you’d just woken from. with a soft tap of your thumb, his voice came through the speaker.

“hey.”

”uh…hi, babe. what—“

”babe?”

he cut you off before you could question him again, his voice taking an incredulous lilt.

“huh?”

”yeah, babe,” you muttered, a bit confused.

“you call me ma every other sentence, so i just thought it was fi—“

“don’t do that shit,” he interrupted again, “makin’ it sound like we’re together or some shit.”

you were silent for a moment, unsure of a response. what would anyone say to that, anyway?

“sorry,” you mumbled awkwardly.

you cleared your throat again, hearing him sigh through the phone.

“why’d you call so late?”

a beat, then, “wanted to come over.”

had he not read your prior text about just getting home? senseless, that man was—inconsiderate, really.

“‘s late,” you breathed, “i’m tired.”

“…’kay, cool.”

“we can see—“

[call ended]

usually, you’d blink, stunned and try to call him back. however, you were tired from your shift—too tired to deal with him. with a huff, you tossed your phone aside and shut your eyes again.

⋆

“fuckin’ prick,” you mumbled under your breath.

the bar was a cheap and homely sort, the kind of place that was lit up in red neon and filled with older men, tainting the air with cigarette smoke. at the same time, those were the types of places you and toji frequented—cheap liquor, a bet on a poker game, and a mean bowl of udon was all he needed to be content.

while this small place had all of his requirements, a sense of contentment never deterred him from either bailing or strutting in an hour or two late.

so, you sat, stirring your straw in the gin and tonic that had been sitting in front of you for the past thirty minutes. you hadn’t spoken to toji since that awkward and tension-filled phone call, which was a few days ago. it was a saturday by then, so the bar was decently populated.

in the first fifteen minutes, you kept flickering your gaze to the door whenever it opened. after the seventh guy who wasn’t toji disappointed you with his near insulting and sudden appearance, the effort started to filter out from your body and the gin that was slowly tricking down your throat replaced concern with disappointment.

clockwise, counterclockwise, then clockwise again. you stirred the straw in different directions, an almost permanent frown on your lips.

how did people even come up with the concept of time? it’s a bit strange, because they must’ve tossed together a set of numbers and the amount of light when said numbers came together—

“hey, ma.”

it was gruff, a sharp sigh and huff of breath. then it was his form sitting on the stool beside you, reaching behind the counter and pouring himself a glass of sake.

“you’re late,” you murmured, taking a sip of your drink instead of playing with the straw and the ice cubes, melting in a way comparable to your faith in toji.

“was busy.”

okay, fine—he said he was busy, and you could believe it…

…under any other circumstances.

your lips parted to agree and make a small conversation, your head was bowed in a half-nod, and as the word ‘okay’ started to fall from your mouth, he turned his head away from you—so much so that his back was essentially facing you—and a smile formed on his lips.

it was brighter than he’d ever smiled with you, and you could tell just from his profile.

you blinked twice before looking over his shoulder, seeing another woman—a stranger, a nobody—clinging to him, her arms around his neck and her lips pressed to his cheek.

oh.

alright.

if this were to have happened to you three weeks ago, before he started withdrawing from the three-month long fling you had going on, you probably would have had your jaw dropped and a few tears in your eyes.

however, they say that once something is drilled into your head enough times, it becomes muscle memory. in your case, after being dismissed and muttered to that ‘you weren’t exclusive,’ the jealousy and pain started to fizzle out and was instead simmered with resignation.

it might have been your final straw, because you were silent as you set a tip on the counter and slipped out of your seat, past him and everyone else.

the bar was shitty, anyway.

“hey, hey—“

“where you goin’?”

his voice called behind you, the confusion evident. you could only manage a shrug, unwilling to put up with being treated like a girlfriend and then denied the label any longer.

with a soft grunt, he pried the ex-hookup from his chest, setting her down on his seat before following after you. his hands were clenched into fists at his sides, almost knuckle-white.

“ma,” he called again, now that you two were in the mostly empty streets—it was close to two in the morning—and without any distractions.

another shake of your head, not looking back, and then his fingers caught your wrist, pulling you back. you had a good few inches between the both of you as you stood in front of him, but you were close enough that your soft puffs fanned over his chest as his fanned over the top of your head.

“you gonna tell me what the fuck you’re doin’?”

your frowned deepened at that, a sharp exhale leaving your mouth to display your displeasure.

“going home,” you muttered.

he furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to both question and protest, but you spoke again before he could.

“i’m not going to sit alone while you have another girl on your arm—i’m not stupid, toji.”

he kissed his teeth, tsking quietly.

“thought we were gonna have a good time,” he huffed quietly.

“we would have,” you countered, “if you would just—“

you cut yourself off for a second, trying to articulate the hundreds of sentences running through your mind into one, comprehensible thought.

“if you weren’t so pessimistic about us, about our relationship—“

“‘s not a relationship,” he mumbled.

“—then i think we could have a really nice time.”

you sighed, hearing his small protest.

“see?”

“that’s the shit i’m saying,” you gestured to him, “you’re not open to anything, to me.”

“you’re bleak.”

he blinked, unsure how to defend himself.

he knew he could be a bit cold, that he was rough around the edges and an overall bastard, but he didn’t want to be that around you.

you were soft where he was hardened, warm where he was cold, and you smiled at the things that made him scowl.

and because of that, he got harder, colder, and scowled more. it used to be because he wanted more of you, but it had shifted into a defense in case you ended up leaving—even though you weren’t dating, as he so often reminded you—like you were.

“you’re bleak,” you repeated.

“i ask to hang out, i give you petnames, i buy you things that i think you’d like—i try, which is more than you can say.”

“you used to be like that,” you muttered, “you used to try with me—did i do something?”

“are you mad?”

he was already shaking his head, his own frown tugging on his lips.

“no, ma,” he reassured quietly.

“no, ‘m not mad, it’s—“

“you’re new.”

“i’m not used to this type of shit,” he muttered, “i don’t know what i’m s’posed to buy for you, or what to do for you.”

your throat tightened, and he sighed.

“i didn’t like you at first,” he admitted, “didn’t think you were interestin’ enough for me—didn’t feel compatible.”

“and you’re telling me this wh—“

your question was cut off as he kept talking.

“thing is, i didn’t know you then.”

“i do now, and…”

he scratched at the back of his neck, a nervous tick you’d picked up on.

“i want to try now, ma—y’know, take you out and spend more time with ya than just fuckin’.”

your eyebrows, once furrowed in irritation, suddenly relaxed and raised in a bit of shock.

“you—“

“i know i’m bleak,” he continued, “but you make that shit go away, for a while.”

“you wanna me to be your boyfriend?”

you nodded slowly, shutting your mouth.

“fine. i’ll do the boyfriend shit, and you do the girlfriend shit—deal?”

“deal,” you murmured, and then, “you mean it?”

“i wouldn’t fuckin’ say it if i didn’t.”

“okay.”

“that’s it?” he cocked his head, expression softening from a frown into a small quirk of his lip, “just okay?”

“well, yeah—okay, i’d like to be your girlfriend.”

“okay,” he repeated, a bit teasing.

his hand had let go of your wrist a while ago, but he pulled you a bit closer by interacting your fingers with his.

“come on, you want a drink?”

“yeah,” you gave him your own smile in return.

he let go of your hand so as to sling an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that your side was pressed against his.

when you walked back into the bar, gone was the other woman—presumably off to find another man to leech from—and back was the light and simple air that had always settled between you two. it was in the very molecules and particles, the enjoyment of each other’s company and the simplicity of his lips pressed to your temple and your hand reaching for his own.

and then, your mind was made—you liked him, and were happy to be his as he was yours.

bonus.

you were cuddled up on your couch, his arm encircling your waist and your cheek pressed against his chest. there was some stupid action movie he’d picked playing on the tv, and you really did try to pay attention to it, but teasing him was much more entertaining.

“so,” you hummed, earning him to glance down at you, “i get to call you babe, right?”

he chuckled quietly, tilting his head down to kiss your hairline.

“sure, ma, whatever you want.”

⋆ a/n—oookayyy, first one out of the way. keep in mind that i wrote the second half a bit wine-drunk, so the ending plot is a tad rushed, and i think too cliche. BUT. i did it!! enjoy <3

⋆please do not copy, plagiarize, or post my works to third-party sites. tag me in any inspired works from my own⋆

[flyndragon]

ok so we all know that SBS assigning nuclear family roles to the strawhats is wrong and bad. here's the real deal:

Luffy: Middle Child:The sort of middle child that just has no idea what family dynamics is, and is thus unaffected by birth order. Is he a little stupid? Maybe. Is he the sweetest cuddliest little lovebug? yes. Everyone's secret favorite because he himself doesn't have a favorite. The type of family member who would grow up and never get a real job, but gosh darn it nobody really cares.

Zoro: Eldest Child: Has got that intense sense internally that they are solely responsible for the well being of the rest of the family. Feels he has to be the 'serious' one. Will hold other people to their promises and responsibilities without being asked to do so, but doesn't really share his own inner world.

Nami: Dad: Navigator means she's a little? bit driving this metophorical bus and she WOULDNT have to ask for Directions but if she needed too? Also Money. I think canonically gives everyone else an allowance. If the Sunny had a thermostat you know she'd be watching that motherfucker like a Hawk.

Usopp: Middle Child pt. 2: The sort of middle child who DID develop a complex about it. Invested all their energy into standing out by being a class clown to get attention but still sometimes feels like they have no role in the family, despite being very much loved

Sanji: Mom: Holy shit Sanji is the most mom-coded man I've ever read. Yes he do the cookin', yes he do the cleanin', ect ect, but wow It does deeper than that. His mind is always on everyone else safety but more mom-ish, their needs. I would not put it past him to break out a wet wipe and scrubbing if someone a spot on their nose.

Chopper: Youngest Child: Obvious. He's Baby. The specific brand of youngest where they're also a massive over achiever. Like you didn't need to go that hard baby. Everyone already loves you.

Robin: Weird Aunt, Weird Aunt!!: Sorry that Oda is so wrong but she is not a mom. She is so obviously the cool aunt all the teenagers like. Works in academia. Lets the kids watch scary movies. Gives out slightly too much sugar, then tells them that the sugar will rot your teeth out. She is an adams family relative, put some respect on her name!

Franky: Uncle: just your normal uncle. Has 5 jobs and a cool car/motorcycle that he maintains himself. He is King of the local makerspace, and everyone comes to him when they need to borrow a drill press or w/e and hes genuinely kind while he guides them through using it. Comes to every family occasion dressed inappropriately, no matter what the occasion.

Brook: Old man that nobody knows how they're Related: Is he a grandparent? a Friend of your grandparent? A grand-cousin thrice removed? At this point nobody knows and everyone enjoys his presence at parties and cookouts too much to ask

Jinbe: grand-uncle: He's a boring community college professor and then you learn that he spent most of his 20s in jail for being a civil rights leader. Also for throwing bricks at cops

[aishangotome]

DO NOT HARASS OTHER TRANSLATORS!

I don't know why this has to be said. I woke up with someone letting me know in DMs that there was some translation crossover drama, and this is not what I care to deal with first thing in the morning.

All translators put in a lot of time and hard work into their tanslations. No one OWNS the intellectual content; only the company does (Cybird, NetEase, Tencent, etc.). All fan Translations are that, fan Translations - this means we each use our own free time, our own experience and knowledge, to produce work that is often meant for OURSELVES and here to share with you all as a secondary reason.

For over a year, I've put in my pinned post that I don't mind other translators doing similar work. Everyone is different with their own interpretations, style, and timeline. Unless someone is blatantly copy and pasting another translators work and passing it as their own, no one should gatekeep what someone can or cannot translate whether it has or has not been done before.

For my LN translations, I've linked Jin's first translations of Ch 1-14, yet I've also announced that I will be translating the same chapters on my blog anyway for my own collection. You, as a reader, can still choose to read Jin's version or mine - I don't care, because this is ultimately my hobby, for myself, just made public to share with everyone else as a courtesy. I still share her work, and that's ok.

I sincerely hope whomever has been harassing the poor translator will stop. We do not condone this type of behavior; translators are real people with real lives, real feelings, and we are all in a shared community to support each other, not shit on each other for liking the same characters and stories.

I am thankful that I've been told early on to close off anonymous asks because of trolls who come after certain game translations. I highly suggest this for all translators to keep their peace of mind.

For those who think its ok to bully or harass others behind a computer screen for sharing free entertainment out of their own kindness and free time, unfollow me.

TLDR; support all translators. Translators will like the same characters, stories, and do similar Translations. That's ok. If you are someone who will harass another translator for translating the same story, please unfollow me.

UPDATE: Yes, I have been shown the reblog going around. Yes, I saw what they said about me. I think they're just really frustrated for being attacked out of nowhere, which yes, I do feel attacked as well that they insinuated my work is sloppy just because I work fast. Those who know me know that I type 170+ WPM and have always worked really fast naturally; I still spend 12-16 hours a day translating and proofreading to make sure everything is grammatically, contextually, and culturally accurate. By no means is my work sloppier just because I work faster. I chalk this up to frustrated speech. Everyone needs to respect each other, stop being so hostile at people you don't even know, and stay in your own lane. Read our translations if you want, scroll past if you don't want to. It's literally that simple.

I'm done talking about this.

[bacchanal-if]

Thinking about what makes E obsess over MC so bad...

Since its not about their looks as you've said, that rules out "love at first sight" I think. And you've said before (correct me if im wrong!) that the deal is one that James is not too happy with but went along with anyway for a reason we don't know yet. And E is the richest person around and already has influence and power so its not like they can gain a whole lot that they don't already have from a deal with James. And then I believe we haven't truly met E prior to when we'll meet them in earnest, just passing by or a greeting at parties if I remember correctly.

And then I wonder if E's amassing of wealth has anything at least in part to do with wanting to have the MC. "Get so rich and powerful that their only choice is to marry me." I wonder this partly because MC isn't a set age but that's also just a customization choice for the player (I assume👀) more so than being integral to this.

So I think that either MC is in grave danger somehow and in an effort not to lose them, E wants to put them in their gilded cage for protection or there was a "throwaway" interaction between MC and E at some point that stuck with E so much they made it their life mission to marry MC. Bc given their character i dont think they'd be so chivalrous as to propose marriage to MC to save them from another potential suitor who may hurt or mistreat them nor do I think they're doing this for any financial or material gain. Cuz its also interesting that you've said multiple times that while E does want to possess MC they do still want MC to fall in love with them. I feel as tho they wouldn't really care about the latter if it was all transactional to them (though i do understand the logic that the object of your obsession loving you makes possession more pleasant/makes them more compliant but i don't think that's the basis for E here).

Insert that "ive connected the dots"//"you didn't connect shit" meme

The romantic in me wants the "ive loved you from afar for so long now I can marry you" type deal but I know better LOL

I love thinking about E's shady motives they make me crazy 💙

I am absolute heart eyes over here because of all of the thought going into this analysis! You really thought it over and, clearly, have a great understanding of them. I wasn't having the best of days so to see this truly brightened it. To doubly confirm some things:

James is not happy with it

The MC has never met E, but they would have seen each other

"Get so rich and powerful that their only choice is to marry me" is one that I will debunk, though I do like that trope, because the timeline wouldn't add up regardless of MC's age (which is a customization choice and ages other characters accordingly)

You've hit a ton of things spot on, and I can honestly say that you are the closest I have ever seen on this blog to coming across the why. If it weren't for all of the events going on in the background that haven't yet been brought to light, I truly feel like you could crack it!

[livin-on-the-webways]

delirium 1/3

pairing - nurse!gerard x fem!reader

summary - after surviving a car accident, you hire an in-home nurse to help you along your recovery - who seems more than eager to please.

word count - 3.0K

chapter warnings - no use of y/n, dub-con, reader uses a wheelchair at some points, brief talk of family (reader was neglected), mention of body injuries, physical trauma, fem anatomy, light angst, pervy behavior, fem/neutral pronouns used for nurse!gerard, light smut: groping, mentions of nudity, breast play, use of pet names, MDNI

a/n - so uh-the idea kind of got away from me and this is what it became. there's going to be three parts to this, so enjoy! op is also not a medical professional, so if I got some shit wrong, let me know.

Pain rolled down your spine, causing you to clench onto the armrests of the wheelchair. You sharply inhaled, choking back a groan that threatened to break from behind your clenched teeth. It felt as if someone had their boot pressed against your back and was digging their heel into you. After a long, tortuous moment – where you half-believed your spine might snap in half – your body finally collapsed back against the chair in exhaustion.

You let out a shaky breath and directed your attention back to the computer. The screen glared at you in the dimly lit room, as you glossed over the short email sent to you this morning.

Hello Ms. XXXX,

I look forward to our meeting this afternoon and potentially working alongside you during your recovery process.

Sincerely,

Nurse Way

You swallowed, resisting the urge to type out a rushed excuse and cancel the appointment all together. The dull throbbing of your lower back was enough of a reminder that pride, in this case, would only lead to a longer recovery and more time spent in a firm wheelchair – that brought more pain than relief at times. You glanced down at the large, bulky cast wrapped around your right leg, scowling at it. The memory of the accident creeped through the corners of your mind, only revealing itself in flickers and bursts of images. As if it were an omen of things to come.

Despite that not being the case.

You titled your head back to look up at the ceiling, scrutinizing the bland, smooth paint as if the answer to your grim situation laid somewhere just beyond it, appearing as nothing more than a speck of dust. The longer you peered up at it, however, the clearer it became that there was no magical fix just waiting for you.

Unfortunately, time was what you needed, and a great deal of patience. Looking back at the screen, you couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh as you reread the email. Your upbringing forced you to learn how to navigate life on your own at a young age, with hardly any guidance or encouragement from the adults that surrounded you. Soon enough, family became something you tried to avoid and constantly tiptoed around.

Now that you have a bright career, and beautiful house that held more significance than a child ever would in your life, you rarely think back to your childhood. They don’t call, and you don’t give them the time of day to occupy any part of your life. Which is perhaps why you were anxious to just cancel on Nurse Way and do this on your own.

You snorted and turned off the computer just before the sound of the doorbell rang throughout the house. With a deep breath, you rolled back from the desk and into the hallway, nearly scraping the paint off the doorway on your way out.

“Coming!” you called, as you hurried over to the front door where you could make out blurred outline of someone behind the glass – dressed in white.

You unlocked the door, and pulled it open to reveal the familiar face of Nurse Way. You glanced over their outfit, puzzled by the vintage design of their uniform. It was a spotless, white dress that came to their knees paired along with matching tights and shoes. Peering up, you noticed a small nurse cap pinned to the back of their head.

Nurse Way tucked a loose strand of brown away behind their ear and sweetly smiled down at you.

“Hello dear,” she greeted, “I hope I didn’t arrive too early; I try my best to be punctual – especially with future patients.”

You stiffly smiled, trying to quell the growing anxiety in your stomach. “No, you’re not too early. Please, come in.”

You rolled back from the door, doing your best to avoid bumping the wheel into the entrance table behind you. Nurse Way stepped inside – carrying a white duffle bag with a red medica symbol stitched onto the front – and gently shut the door. Her eyes swept over the dark wooden interiors of the house, before humming in appreciation.

“It’s a very beautiful house you have, miss,” they commented, glancing back down at you.

You flushed from the compliment. “Thank you, I try and make sure it’s well looked after. Its not exactly a new model, after all.”

“Oh, when was it first built?”

“Sometime in 1945,” you replied. Her eyes briefly widened, as she took another glance around the house. You cleared your throat and beckoned her over to the living room. “I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me so soon.”

You could hear Nurse Way trail after you, as she silently listened.

“As you can probably tell, I’m not really in good shape at the moment,” you said, leading her over to the couch. She moved to sit across from you, her hazel eyes watching as you maneuvered the wheelchair to properly face her.

“May I ask what…happened?” she carefully asked, eyes flickering down to the cast on your leg.

You stiffened, remembering you had been quite brief in your explanation with her over the phone. It wasn’t that you only recalled bits and pieces of what happened, in fact, you hated just how much you could remember from that day. From the way the sun glared at you behind the windshield, to the muffled sound of Tina Turner’s raw vocals belting through your speakers.

“I was involved in a car accident,” you explained, “some jackass was speeding, and rammed straight into me with his pick-up.” Tears pricked at your eyes, as the memory washed over you.

Nurse Way reached out and placed her hand on your knee in comfort. You glanced down, taking notice of her well-manicured nails.

“I’m sorry honey,” she said with remorse, gently squeezing your knee. “Hopefully I can make this a smooth, and easy recovery for you. How long did the doctor suggest?”

You cleared your throat, blinking back the tears until you felt settled. Nurse Way just softly smiled at you, patiently waiting for you to speak.

“It’ll be about six weeks of me stuck in this cast,” you answered, “for the back pain and spasms, they told me it could take up to a couple of weeks until I start to feel any improvement.”  

“How have you been managing with the pain so far?

You shrugged, opening your mouth to answer when a sudden ache bloomed across your lower back, causing you to wince. “Shit,” you hissed, closing your eyes. You sharply exhaled through your nose, praying for the moment to pass but the pain was encompassing, as if it were cradling you. You tug your nails into the fabric of your pants, as it crawled up your spine.

A cold hand gently placed itself on your cheek, as their thumb traced soothing shapes against your skin. You zoned in on the feeling, of the way their cool touch brought relief to your warm face. Eventually, the pain subsided.

“Did they prescribe you for pain killers?” Nurse Way asked, her voice hushed as if she were afraid to startle you.

“Yes, they did.” You sniffled and opened your eyes to find a pair of hazel ones gazing back at you with concern.

“And why haven’t you taken them today?” Their tone was slow, and careful, as if they were speaking to a child. You flushed from embarrassment, and immediately gathered yourself, straightening your posture.

“I didn’t exactly want our first meeting to involve me being high off medication,” you explained, dryly chuckling.

Nurse Way sighed, as if disappointed. “It’s important you take them on a strict schedule, to help manage your pain throughout the day. Let me fetch them for you, where are they?”

You mentioned they were in the hallway bathroom, beside the sink. She patted your knee and hurried off to retrieve them – her footsteps echoing throughout the house. Once you were alone, you couldn’t help but slump back against the wheelchair, overcome with a flurry of thoughts.

Nurse Way was polite, so far, and already eager to assist you. Her dulcet voice felt like cool water being poured over you whenever she spoke, soothing the inner workings of your mind. Your fingertips came up to brush against your cheek, as if you could still feel the ghost of their touch against your skin.

Perhaps the recovery process would pass by like a breeze, with Nurse Way around.

Well, you could only hope.

──

Despite offering to pay for any gas or hotel fees, Nurse Way explained that it would be easier if she were to reside in the house with you, in case of any emergencies. While there was a spare bedroom only a few doors down from your own, you didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed with work. Still, they were persistent in assuring you that wouldn’t be the case.

It took a few days to adjust to living around someone else, as the only footsteps you usually ever heard were your own. You were constantly aware of her presence in the house though, to the sound of her shuffling around the kitchen to the melodic humming when she would help you into bed. While you wrestled with your own discomfort of having another busy body around throughout the day, you realized there was an…eccentric charm to Nurse Way.

They were diligent, appearing more like a church mouse as they would quietly busy themselves around the house while you were hunched over your computer working. Sometimes you would hear her whistling to herself as she handled the dishes or swept the hallway. You found yourself humming along once, strangely comforted by the sound of someone else around.

As the day was coming to an end, you were sitting beside the living room window, staring down at an unfinished cup of coffee – the mug cold in your hands. The sun was beginning to set behind the looming trees. You sighed, taking the chance to bask beneath its final warm rays until it dipped below the surrounding yard fence. As it fell, you let out a content sigh, swirling the drink in your hand.

A pair of feet approached you, “Are you finished, dear?”

You looked beside you to find Nurse Way – in her usual uniform – smiling at you, with her hands interlocked in front of her. You nodded, as she took the cup from you and sat it down at a nearby table.

“I wanted to ask…” she said, turning to face you again. “I know your apprehensive about taking a shower, but do you want to try and attempt to tonight?”

You bit your lip in thought and glanced away from her. Up until now, you had relied on wipes or washing your hair in the sink. The vision of you possibly slipping, or the shower chair falling back gnawed at you.

You sighed. “I don’t know, I keep thinking about all the things that could go wrong.”

Nurse Way nodded in understanding. “That’s fair, but the hot water might help ease your back pain.”

You craned your neck to look out the window again, watching as the orange hue of the sky slowly faded.

“How about a bath?” Nurse Way suggested, grabbing your attention.

“A bath?”

She hummed. “I notice you have a waterproof cast on. Since you’re nervous about the shower chair, I can run you a bath instead.”

You thought it over for a second and nodded. She grinned and went behind you to guide your wheelchair through the house and into the hallway bathroom. A large porcelain tub sat up against the wall, already filled with water and a layer of bubbles. You peeked at Nurse Way from behind your shoulder to find her already looking down at you with a smug expression.

“Did you know I would agree?”

They shrugged and positioned the wheelchair beside the tub. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least set it up.”

You reached over the tub and let your fingertips drift over the soapy water – a soft sigh escaping your lips from the warmth. A floral lavender fragrance rose up from the steam, already soothing your nerves. You went to lift your shirt, your fingers toying with the hem when you suddenly remembered.

Nurse Way stood before you, watching expectantly.

You suddenly felt shy beneath her gaze.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, noticing your discomfort.

“I…I uh,” you stammered, avoiding her gaze. You picked at the edge of your shirt, as heat crept up your face.

Their eyes flickered as it dawned on them, before a bashful chuckle left her lips.

“There’s no need to be shy around me, honey,” she assured. “Come on, lift your arms up.”

You cleared your throat and awkwardly held them up. She bent forward and began taking your shirt off, her knuckles brushing against your skin as she did so. Your breath hitched, as the sudden chill of the bathroom became noticeable.

Nurse Way then carefully unclasped your bra, her fingers making quick work of the hooks. After, she helped you shimmy out of your pants and get them over the bulky cast. As her fingers curled beneath the waistband of your underwear, you reached out and halted her movements.

“If it’s alright, I would rather keep them on.”

She smiled. “Of course.”

Getting into the bathtub was a…process. There was a moment when you thought Ms. Way’s arm would slip out from under you, and you would go tumbling into the water. That wasn’t the case though, as she gently guided you into the bathtub without any trouble.

As your tired body sunk into the water, you couldn’t help but let out an audible groan. Your eyes rolled back, as the warm water brought ease to your stiff spine. You leaned back, the back of your head resting against the lip of the tub and hummed in satisfaction.

“Is it helping with the pain?” Nurse Way asked, perching on the edge of the tub beside you.

You beamed up at her. “God, you have no fucking clue, thank you.”

She nodded and sat in silence as you closed your eyes and listened to the drip of the shower faucet. Ever since the accident, it feels as if you’ve had this tight grip on everything around you. Like you were suddenly afraid of losing it. Yet you struggled to find normalcy again in your thoughts, and dreams. Nightmares of the incident plagued you, even when you were wide awake. Not that you’ve been getting much sleep since. You were just counting down the days until you were out of this cast, and wheelchair and could make sense of things again.

Until you could make sense of you.

You could hear someone shifting beside you, as they moved to sit beside your head.

“You’re tense,” Nurse Way uttered, as her warm palms came to rest on your bare shoulders. She began working her fingers into your shoulder, gently massaging the skin. You winced from the pressure at first but exhaled as you felt your body eventually ease up.

Her hands worked like magic against your skin, as they kneaded away the days stress.

“That feels nice,” you mumbled.

Nurse Way made a noise of acknowledgement and continued to silently massage you. Their hands slowly traveled, as they worked out every pinch and nerve that had been torturing you for the past week.

You hummed and leaned your temple against the edge of their thigh, focusing on the hypnotic motion of her fingers rubbing against your neck. Her hands traveled down, gliding over your collarbones with ease as the tips of her fingers brushed over your nipple. She cupped your breasts in her palms and began massaging them.

You opened your eyes. “Ms. Way, what are you-

“You’re so stiff, dear,” she said, cutting you off. “It’s important you relax, so you can recover faster.”

“I know, but-

“Don’t worry,” she cooed, “Just lean back, and let me take care of you.”

You gulped. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, this is my job,” she said. Her hand reached down to scoop up some water and pour it over your chest. The soap suds trailing down your skin, as her palms continued kneading against your breasts.

You couldn’t help but flush from her actions, and shudder against her, despite the warmth of the water. Your heart thudded in your chest, as their thumb brushed against the bud of your nipple, before gently massaging it.

“Oh, God,” you moaned, feeling arousal build up in your core. All she did was hum against you and scoop more water over your chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as her palm fit perfectly over the swell of your chest.

“That’s it, sugar,” she purred, as she tweaked at your nipples, causing you to suddenly jerk forward.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, as her touch became overwhelming. You suddenly had the urge to grab her wrist, and drag her into the water with you, eager to feel the mold of her body against yours. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as the image of her wet against you played out in your mind.

Fuck, this was wrong. This was so, so wrong. You need to put a stop to this, and fire them-

You softly gasped, suddenly thrown back into reality of Nurse Way palming the swell your breasts.

Their hands then left your chest, taking their time as they slowly dragged their fingers over your skin. You couldn’t help but whine from the sudden loss of contact and opened your eyes to see her standing up.

“I’m going to go fetch your night clothes,” she said smiling down at you. “You finish up in the meantime, alright?”

You gawked up at her as she gathered your dirty clothes and quietly left, leaving you with your thoughts. You titled your head back, and stared up at the ceiling, half hoping it would cave in on you and spare you from your mind.

“What the fuck just happened?” you whispered.

No answer came, but the drip of the faucet.

[punkpandapatrixk]

Full Buck Moon in Capricorn ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Renewal, strength, vitality, and the ‘masculine’ aenergy to get—not just manifest passively—what we know we deserve. Those are the keywords for this Full Buck Moon in the hardworking sign of Capricorn on 10/11 July. Capricorn is da girlboss who always has a plan—clear, structured plan—to get to higher heights where she knows she belongs. Capricorn knows that she belongs among the Stars~☆

This Capricorn FM aenergy is going to infuse you with a burst of determination to remain self-disciplined, babe~♡ Discipline in learning a new skill or building your empire; discipline in kerbing your erratic shopping/hauling addictions; and the self-discipline needed to not text that jerk. You see, last two FMs were in the watery Scorpio and the fiery Sag; if you’ve been experiencing some emotional malfunctions—as in outbursts or imbalances—take comfort in that the watery and fiery FMs were to blame lmao

And then, realise that this dignified, disciplined and structured Capricorn FM (well into the next Aquarius FM, just before Pisces) is going to assist you in placing your emotions on the backseat. Of course, we do not demonise emotions on this blog, but sometimes—and especially with highly traumatised peeps—our emotions can mess shit up because we’ve been made familiar with so many intense painful emotions that could, and have, occurred.

To those of you who have been rather insane during the previous two FMs, this earthy Capricorn FM is inviting you to finally get your shit together (for the time being maybe) and subsequently prepare for the intensity of the upcoming Pisces FM in September lol It’s going to be a Harvest Moon though, so instead of letting it fuck us up emotionally, let’s make it a spiritually abundant one yet~!

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Pile 1 – Only Sweet Things for Me Now

b o u n d a r i e s – Page of Cups Rx

This is going to sound rather cliché, but you’re certainly the type of person that tends to give so much of yourself to a point of detriment. The detriment could be that you give yourself emotionally to a point where you then feel emotionally neglected yourself…maybe because the object of your care and adoration can’t or don’t know how to give as selflessly as you do. Although, upon closer inspection, it feels more like…

You don’t know how to give to yourself fully and unconditionally (yet?), so you give to others in the hope of getting back in return. I don’t believe that you’re faulty from production—it was more like you weren’t taught that it’s OK to fully and unconditionally love yourself before anybody else. I saw this whisper on Pinterest that may resonate with you:

‘Of course you don’t know how to love yourself. You came from two people who didn’t love each other.’ Daaang~

d i s c i p l i n e – 8 of Wands Rx

Let me laugh first but lmao I think this is the Pile that would resonate the most with needing some self-discipline to not text whatever kinda avoidant jerk you’re dealing with? XD Yeah, it could be that kinda situation, but joking aside, the card here in reverse is advising you to make a habit of structuring your words or intentions before you say, send or text somebody, anybody, any important piece of mind during these times.

Like, I dunno~ Maybe prepare the texts on your Notes first, so that you get a ‘structured idea’ about the inside of your mind? Or to ‘put into words’ your chaotic feelings? Something like that. To strategically prepare your speech first before you go and convey those thoughts and feelings. This could indeed pertain to a romantic relationship typa situation, but I feel could also be in friendships and work-related situations.

g r o u n d z e r o – King of Swords

Ultimately, what comes out of this? I’m hearing Spirit Guides say: for you to learn to be more accountable for what you say or do to other people when mitigating conflicts or hard feelings. Whoa. At the stage of Life you’re in now, your Soul only wants sweet things for you moving forward. In order to make space for those sweet relationships and experiences, the bitter ones need to be mitigated by having more structure over the flow of your emotions.

(girls, that is such insanely wise council, I’m learning, too, lmao)

During this Capricorn FM, well into Aquarius FM, focus on learning this and you’ll be golden by the time Pisces FM rolls around lol The most important thing right now is to TRUST that all of this is happening under the close guidance of your Higher Self and Spirit Guides. So, you can’t fuck shit up that’s meant for you. Take comfort in that!

full moon self-care🔻🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

Silver Geographer (Francis Drake) & Priestess of Faith

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Pile 2 – As If Reborn Only to be ME

b o u n d a r i e s – 10 of Pentacles

This Pile doesn’t have the Priestess of Ritual or the Death tarot card, but the essence of death and rebirth is super strong here! With this 10 of Pentacles, which some people say is an ‘excess’ of aenergy—because 9 is the final number—you’re beginning anew after dying to an old paradigm of your view of yourself. Whew, that’s a long sentence! That long ass process of shedding and rebuilding yourself is akin to how snakes ‘transform’ themselves.

I was today year’s old when I learnt of the distinction between the butterfly and the snake’s ‘transformative aenergy’ in a reading~ The caterpillar transforms, massively, only once to become the butterfly, right? It’s a whole completely new state of being. It’s great. But the snake’s transformation is almost constant; and each time it does that it only becomes a better, bigger, more refined version of its own original identity.

d i s c i p l i n e – 7 of Pentacles Rx

The snake’s aenergy is exactly the type that’s been guiding you recently. Perhaps it is this constant state of being transformed that has got you feeling like you haven’t been far at all in your healing/transformation/glow-up journey. But that can’t be further from the truth, babe~ You’re not meant to arrive at some altered state to be in your power. You’re already powerful! And that whole constant shedding and rebuilding is part of your superpower.

You’re meant to give, to imbue, meaning to this whole thing <3 That’s kinda the uniqueness that comes with being you. So, if others can’t seem to understand, it’s OK. This Capricorn FM is inviting you to simply shift the way you view your Life up until this point. Once you realise you’ve been seeing things from the ‘wrong’ angle, everything changes, and you find your peace, as well as your REAL POWER.

g r o u n d z e r o – 4 of Cups Rx

Many of you tuning into this Pile probably have had some troubles maintaining a clear identity, perhaps because you weren’t allowed that by your toxic parents…or by your toxic society lol I know if you live in E.Asia, for example, this could be quite hard to do. So, E.Asian or not, if this has been your main pile, know that essentially you’re a powerful Soul who’s meant to bring balance to this notion of people/children not being allowed to be radiantly themselves.

So, if you happen to be Asian (all kinds) this may resonate even stronger. The importance of your rebellion, so to speak, the significance of your constantly shedding old bs—belief systems—about who you can and can’t be, is immense. The UK punks from the 60s would understand lmao You’re already in your power, by just being you, enveloped in all the transformations you go through. Actually, fuck me in the eye, that’s what’s EXCITING about you!

full moon self-care🔻🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

Green Historian (Herodotus) & Priestess of Contemplation

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Pile 3 – Cloaked in Sunshine’s Optimism

b o u n d a r i e s – XIV Temperance Rx

Look at you with all of your cards in reverse XD Seems like you’ve been through a rough patch the last couple of months. The Universe, alongside your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides were ‘letting’ you go through some tough emotional turmoil, but they were always there assisting you with the recovery of any mental/emotional breakdown you may have experienced recently. Don’t you realise just how much quicker you recover from confusion or pain?

The whole thing may not have felt incredible or pleasant in any way, but the last two FMs were never about that for you, especially if this is your main pile. For you, these few months were a tough training, so to speak, to help you see for yourself just how much you’ve grown. You’ve become far more masterful than before, and that is something you can be proud of yourself. The lessons have lessoned; the growth has growthed~XD

d i s c i p l i n e – 2 of Cups Rx

Moving forward, you’re going to be blessed with a great relationship with a Soulmate. For some of you this may be a romantic Soulmate; for some others this could be a platonic friendship (depends on what you want). Actually, some of you may have even met this Soulmate in whatever form they present themselves. I almost feel like there’s nothing new this PAC can offer you… Like, it’s all been happening and you’re clearly the type that typically gets ‘external confirmation’ after some events have transpired lol

In terms of emotional discipline, I’m seeing that this brand-new Soulmate is going to help you, in some capacity, to learn further emotional regulation. The scenarios will vary since this is a general reading, but your Soulmate—romantic or platonic—will be a key player in assisting you to see where you’re ‘coming short’, so to speak. This vibe has some similarities to Pile 2, actually…

g r o u n d z e r o – Queen of Cups Rx

You probably have a lot of Water placements in your chart, and the thing is, no matter your age now, in the recent past, you’ve tended to feel out of control when it comes to your emotions. Must be some kind of a trauma response or something like that when you suddenly can’t control your behaviours when you’re afraid, right? Well, this Capricorn FM has all the power to help you further in learning how to regulate emotions a la a healthier person.

You’re going to be just fine even when the Pisces FM comes around in September, I’d like to assure you of that. It is because you’ve really done all the work to take better control of your impulses. No matter what happens from now on, you’re optimistic that things are just gonna work out in your favour. You now have the spiritual maturity to know that when something ‘triggers’ your traumas, it is for the healing/rehabilitation of it that the Universe has ‘allowed’ this to play out in your Reality~

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Green Alchemist (Nicolas Flamel) & Priestess of Inspiration

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[mikeypubes]

Drop the Baji headcanon 🙏🥰 (with rizz btw)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ baji keisuke relationship headcanons *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[ Note: I was very rizzed up. ]

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he's kind of similar to Draken but a shit ton worse.

he's really wild and crazy, so if you don't match his freak (😜😈) then you better have something else going on for you cuz he ain't not glancing at you twice.

even if he likes you, he'll ignore it and pretend he feels nothing for you, and at times, might even hurt you to cast the shade off himself 😭

when he finally gets over himself and confesses (with the help of chifuyu, who's spying behind the bushes as we speak), the awkwardness in the relationship settles in. and it doesn't leave for a good while 😃

you guys were way too shy to initiate anything for the first couple of weeks.

he's sooo tsundere (eurgh 💀) so don't expect him to get cheesy and flirty right away.

he's loyal to a fault, though. he does NOT play. He will treat other girls like shit.

he's lowkey the type to only open the door for his girl and slam it shut if there's another girl behind him just to make a point that he's taken. and if a girl texts him he'll make fun of her and show you so you both can laugh.

boy is POSSESSIVE. if a guy says remotely anything flirty to you, boom his car is on fire (not before getting an ass whooping). who did that???

overreacts... he's kind of toxic in that manner where he'll make a big deal out of everything.

So yeah sorry but in my headcanons he's not a pure innocent green flag who has no faults. SORRY he's a teenage boy in a gang who sets random people's cars on fire and punches them in the face for no reason

he'd get angry if you walked side by side with some boy 😬

he's super loud, so if you're a heavy introvert... deal with it tf he's hot enough 😍🫦

he’s the type to say “I don’t care” and then proceed to care harder than anyone has ever cared in the history of time.

he’d rather smoke bird shit than tell you he loves you or misses you but he'll threaten anybody for giving you attitude.

his love language: public disturbance ❤️

he says he doesn't like clingy people but he still enjoys it when you're all up in his space.

he's surprisingly innocent... like he'll get so flustered over a small kiss or anything remotely suggestive but then he'll go and read a porno mag about bondage with a straight ass face.

i'm sorry he remembers NOTHING. no anniversaries, birthdays, nothing at all. it caused many fights.

if he does remember, it's either 1) you told him beforehand or 2) someone else told him last minute so he went and got you the most stereotypical girl gift he could ever find (necklace or plushie 😐)

but he will remember the exact date you first insulted him

lots of study (you trying to scream the info into his head bc he can't keep it in) dates.

the most affectionate gesture of his is a head pat or a forehead kiss and one of his rare close-eye smiles.

he hates when you cry but has no idea what to do about it so he just gets really mad at the tears like “WHO did this to you???” and punches them

hes so bad at texting. his reply will be “k” and then three days later “btw i saw a cat that reminded me of you.” it was a sphynx cat. and why was it three days later??

shamelessly sings badly with the car window rolled all the way down. and drags you into it. everyone stares at you two and it's so embarrassing but he's so cute and cheery that it's lowkey so fun.

he loves arguing with you just for fun. even if he agrees with you like you’ll say “pizza’s good” and he’ll go “actually it’s mid” just to see you lose it. 😭

he really hates losing arguments and will do WHATEVER it takes to win or have the last word. doesn't matter if it's petty or childish. and yes sometimes he will say terrible things on the spur of the moment and feel bad about it later. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

[ Note: sorry for not adding an nsfw section because I could NOT imagine anything else for him ]

[p.s. so sorry for this coming out like 9883 months after it was first requested but I hope you enjoy it <3 ]

[wcters]

AB would absolutely have a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend. i mean WOW. she has impeccable sense of style, works out with him (huda from love island type beat), witty and smart. you know reader knows how to deal with his shit and control him. like a dog on a leash 🐕‍🦺 being too loud? one look and he quiets down. she asks for something? he’s getting up and getting it. they’ve been together so long that they know each other inside and out. she may sound mean but AB’s the same and knows how to deal with her too. high school sweethearts who have seen each other through too many embarrassing stages and moments. all the embarrassing moments AB has caught on camera? reader is filming. posting “payback” photos of each other on the internet if they piss the other off. it’s all jokes and laughter. he doesn’t have to third wheel anymore !!!!!!!

[rosies-core]

Sbg characters separate x reader where the reader confesses their love by handing them a love note and running away because they were to embarrassed to tell them directly. Headcanons please!

I ACTUALLY ADORE THIS REQ BC THIS IS SOME OF THE SHIT I’D PULL😭😭 hope you enjoy!!! <3

also sorry these were kinda short, i struggled a bit writing them D:

• ashlyn banner.

• okay so i feel like ashlyn isn’t much of a romantic,, AND shes shy, so she wouldn’t really??? care?? she would definitely be confused at first when you pull this little stunt of yours, but she would also think its cute as hell tbh.

• i think she would reply with another letter rather than confronting you in person, she matches your freak guys.

• something tells me she would think she was getting pranked at first, so she would be skeptical whilst opening the letter.

• but honestly i think she really likes it😭

• taylor hernandez.

• MF GIGGLES WHEN SHE SEES YOU RUN AWAY. i think she would 100% immediately know it was a love letter just by your reaction, and maybe she would even try to get you to come back lol.

• i think she would respond in person, opposite of ashlyn. she would be nervous, yes, but she would wanna actually talk about it with you rather than leaving cryptic letters to each other.

• later in the relationship i think she would end up making it a “our thing” type of deal. you two will leave little letters or notes in each other’s coat pockets or lockers, its super silly.

• if she did respond with a letter, tho, it would be kinda rushed but also not?? like little stickers but you could tell it was written with a shaky hand. overall she would be super flattered :)

• tyler hernandez.

• now there are two ways we could go about this, at first i thought he would prefer people who are straightforward and wouldn’t even read the letter, just find you the next day. BUUUT on the other hand he would read it. cherish it. read it AGAIN. probably wouldn’t respond with another letter, but he would tease you about it.

• liks taylor he would make it a “our thing” situation, but his letters would be more goofy, teasing you about the original one.

• after he would read the letter he’d approach you in a secluded area and talk about it with you, but he’d be grinning the whole time. it would probably end with you in his jacket blushing and him reading the letter you wrote out loud to fuck with you😭

• aiden clark.

• totally the type to not understand what the letter was until like 2 sentences in, and he would grab your wrist and be confused as to why you ran away.

• once he realised it was a love letter he’s blushing and all nervous about it, i can imagine him being confused on if he should make another or just talk to you.

• but i feel like he’d think its super cute, would enjoy it honestly.

• he would keep the letter in his pocket, holding it with him in the phantom dimension. it would be his good luck charm, and he’d read it when he is nervous or sad.

• ben clark.

• AWWWW I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT. i think of him as the type to already really enjoy writing and making letters, so he would think this was cute. i can also imagine him being sad you left, though because he would wanna sit and read it with you :(

• responds with another letter, and for a while you two are penpals, like communicating only thru notes or letters.

• its super wholesome and i don’t think he’d mind much.

• logan fields.

• he’s blushing. you’re blushing. everyone is blushing.

• he is really flattered, kinda surprised people would actually write him love letters though. i think he adores it and finds your reaction super cute, eventually he would muster up the courage to talk to you in person but it would take like a day.

• like aiden, he would cherish the letter. he loves it with his whole heart, and reads it every day probably. i can picture him keeping it tucked in a book or under his pillow, is super sentimental.

[evilconstantinevanhoyt]

Can we make reichblr stay as reichblr. The tag fits perfectly as it is because under it are photos, memes and other things associated with the third reich. Vril came from a literal occult fiction-esque type shit that barely contributed to the rise of natsoc in germany back then.

Using vrilblr is more appropriate if you’re somewhat of a reincarnation of himmler, who loves posting nazi mythologies and being an esoteric occult lover. It’s not a big deal but i actually like reichblr more and i like to yap a bit

siegrune and relda are the worst ppl to ever step foot on reichblr (or vrilblr) as they call it. the fact that when you search vrilblr up they mostly the ones contributing to that tag. L them 😂

these both are bitches and cocksuckers of nazis. calling reichblr "gay" because we dont want any nazi there so they go "wee wee waah waah😭😭 they dont want usss" and make up vrilblr, spread hate openly, just write stupid texts on pictures and gain a lot followers (which i dont think most of r-ldas followers are not even real)

To keep it short: honestly what the fuck.