#wc; 727

[jjungkookislife]

Third Time's the Charm

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader

genre: crack, exes to lovers

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

wc: 727

warnings: funeral, some cursing, some hitting

date: January 4, 2025

“You know he’s faking it again, right?” Jimin whispers as he looks around the room of tearful actors. He tugs at the black tie around his neck. His shoes squeak on the linoleum and his suit bunches on the chair as he turns to look at you.

“What if he’s not?” You hiss in response as you sniffle, wiping your nose with a tissue. The black dress you’re wearing itches, and you’re upset it's the third time you’ve had to throw it on for a funeral. Jungkook’s funeral.

“Don’t you find it weird that his mom isn’t here?” Jimin asks with a raised brow as he notes the absence of the older woman. 

“He wouldn’t do this a third time,” you respond, but as you look around the funeral home, you notice the lack of family and friends. 

“I’m gonna go steal the chocolate chip cookies from the kitchen. Come get me when it’s over,” Jimin says as he adjusts his tie. “And don’t fuck him in the casket like last time.”

“Hey!” You gasp, smacking his bicep repeatedly. “I told you that in confidence!”

“And now we’re back here,” Jimin scoffs. “I’m sure he’s getting a discount. He’s even got the same casket. It’s a sham, babe.”

“Go steal the cookies,” you huff as you wipe a tear from your eyes. “Get the fudge brownies, too.”

“On it!” Jimin grins, kissing your cheek before he steps out of the room and heads toward the kitchen, already familiar with the funeral home’s layout. 

When you look forward, Jungkook is sitting up holding the top of the casket, a frown on his face. 

“You brought another man to my funeral?” Jungkook asks, pouting. 

Bolting up from your seat, you stomp your way over to him, smacking him with your purse. 

“Really, Jungkook?!” You scream as the actors disperse. 

“Ow! Baby, that hurts!”

“Get your ass out of there! I had to take half the day off work to come here again!” You hit him again with your purse.

Jungkook chuckles, wiggling his dark eyebrows. “You took time off work for me?”

“Jungkook!”

“Okay, okay!” He exclaims as he gets out of the casket with practiced ease.  

“I just wanted you to come see me,” he explains. You roll your eyes as you walk away from him, noting the way the lobby has cleared. You’re sure the only one left in the building is Jimin stealing milk and cookies from the kitchen. 

“Why didn’t you just send me an email like last time?”

“Because you blocked me on it, even the email you use for shopping,” Jungkook pouts. His doe eyes nearly get you.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and huff out a breath. “I can’t keep doing this, Jungkook.”

“I know,” Jungkook nods. “It’ll be different this time. I promise. Besides, I can’t afford another funeral.”

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he spins around to the entrance. 

“Mama Jeon,” you grin slyly. “How lovely to see you.”

“Thank you for calling me, sweetheart. I see my son is up to his shenanigans again,” she sighs as she stomps her way to Jungkook, grabbing him by the ear. Jungkook bends down, whining.

“You called my mom?” he asks, astounded.

“I did.” you cross your arms over your chest. “I had to make sure she knew what you were up to.”

“She’s gonna kill me!” Jungkook frowns as he scrolls through his contacts on his phone.

“Suits you right,” you grumble as you head for the door.

“Baby, wait!” Jungkook calls after you just as he tries to escape his mother’s hold. It’s no use, she holds him by the ear, scolding him as she drags him to the casket. She shoves his face into it, screaming about the heart attack she nearly had when she pulled up to the building. She was rabid as she swung her purse and knocked down the large photo of Jungkook on the stand beside the casket.

You giggle as you head for the exit.

Jimin runs towards you, hands full of Ziploc baggies holding the desserts.

“Run, bitch!” He cackles. “The staff caught me!”

You make a run for it as the staff chase after you. You laugh when you speed out of the parking lot, tires screeching to announce your departure.

You unblock Jungkook later that night.

Come over tonight.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Here For You (Matt Murdock)

Summary: Matt needs you

WC: 727

Warnings: angst,a an argument

Read on Ao3!

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The rain poured relentlessly against the windows of Nelson & Murdock, casting a gloomy shadow over the office. You sat at your desk, the glow of the computer screen illuminating your furrowed brow. You had come to the office early, hoping to catch Matt before he slipped into that brooding state he often fell into after a long night of fighting crime.

But the silence stretched on, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of raindrops. It was unusual for Matt to be late, especially when you had plans for dinner. The gnawing worry in your stomach grew as you glanced at the clock.

Just then, the door swung open, and Matt stepped inside, his soaked jacket clinging to him. His dark hair was slicked back, and his face bore the marks of exhaustion. But it was the look in his eyes that struck you—an unreadable mix of determination and despair.

“Hey,” you said softly, rising to meet him. “I was starting to worry.”

He offered a weak smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m sorry. Things got... complicated.”

You could sense it—something heavy weighed on him, and you instinctively stepped closer, wanting to bridge the gap. “Matt, what’s going on? You can tell me.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. “It’s just... the cases, the people I can’t save. It feels like I’m fighting a losing battle sometimes.”

You reached for him, but he stepped back, shaking his head. “I don’t want to drag you into this.”

Your heart sank. “Drag me into what? I’m already in it, Matt. I care about you. We’re a team.”

He looked away, staring out the window, the city shrouded in rain. “You deserve someone who can be there for you, who isn’t constantly fighting his own demons.”

“Is that what you think?” you asked, hurt lacing your voice. “That I can’t handle it? I thought we were meant to be together, Matt. That we could face this together.”

He turned to you, pain etched across his features. “You don’t understand. Every time I put on the mask, I put you at risk. I can’t let that happen.”

“Is that what this is about? Protecting me?” Your frustration bubbled over. “I’m not some fragile thing that needs saving. I want to be there for you, just like you’re there for me. But you keep shutting me out.”

“Because I care about you!” he snapped, his voice rising. “I care too much to let you get hurt because of me.”

You took a deep breath, forcing back the tears threatening to spill. “But shutting me out doesn’t protect me, Matt. It pushes me away. It makes me feel like I’m fighting this alone.”

He stepped closer, his expression softening, but the conflict was still there. “I just don’t want you to see the worst parts of me.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I want all of you, Matt. The good and the bad. I want to fight alongside you, not from the sidelines.”

His eyes searched yours, filled with a depth of emotion that made your heart race. “What if I can’t be what you need?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then we figure it out together,” you replied, your voice steady. “I’m not going anywhere. I believe in us.”

A heavy silence settled between you, the air thick with unspoken words. Finally, he took a step closer, his hand gently brushing against yours. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then don’t push me away,” you urged, your heart pounding as you locked eyes with him. “Let me in, Matt. Please.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, the storm inside him seemed to calm just a little. “Okay,” he said softly, reaching for your hand. “I’ll try. I don’t want to fight this alone either.”

You smiled through the tears, relief washing over you as he stepped closer, pulling you into an embrace. In that moment, the weight of the world felt a little lighter. Together, you could face whatever Gotham threw your way.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that love was a battle worth fighting for—one you wouldn’t have to face alone.

[kaziwi]

Heyyy, congratulations for the 100 followers 😍😍

I would like to ask for number 8 with Zoro, if that's okay. Thank you!!

Ugh i love Zoro sm, I hope you enjoy!!!

Link to Event

"I'll just stay behind."

Character(s): Zoro

WC: 727

CW: Sick fic, Zoro being a sweetie

It was cold....but also hot.....you wished your body would make up its mind already. Of course you were the first one on the ship to get the common Grandline Flu this year. But in all honestly you didn't mind being sick, the only issue was your crewmates avoiding you like the plague. Sickness spread easily on the ship, so no one wanted to take any chances. The only one who ever spent long periods of time with you in the infirmary was Chopper, who kept his distance and wore a mask to avoid getting sick. Other than him and Sanji dropping off your meals, you really didn't have any other company.

You didn't blame them, I mean you would do the same in their position, but thinking that didn't make you feel any better. Chopper said they all missed you dearly, but you wished you could hear it from then.

The Sunny had docked at an island earlier that morning, and now it was time for everyone to split up and stock up on supplies. The only issue was who was going to stay with you. Chopper had to run out and grab a few herbs only he could identify, so someone else would have to stay. Luckily for you, they were discussing this right in front of the thin infirmary door, so you could hear everything.

"I wish I could stay with Y/N swan, but I have to restock on food," Sanji said, dramatic sadness in his voice.

"Well I don't want to stay here!! I really don't want to get sick," Usopp pleaded.

"I thought the great captain Usopp didn't get sick?" Nami snickered at him as he rambled on to defend himself.

"I need to get cola so I can start some SUPERR repairs on the Sunny!!"

Everyone fought over who would stay, making you feel kinda sad. They really didn't want to stay with you?? Maybe you were a bit of a burden. Just before you could continue your negative thoughts, a voice caught your eye.

"I'll just stay behind."

The commotion stopped and you assumed everyone turned and stared at Zoro, but the shock didn't last long.

"Thanks Zoro-bro!"

"Yeah, thanks Zoro!!"

"Zoro!! Let me run you through what Y/N needs!!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Chopper's explanations, knowing Zoro wouldn't remember any of it. Slowly the commotion died down, and after a little Zoro entered your room.

"I'm assuming everyone else left?" You asked, not wanting to let him know you heard everything.

"Yeah, they won't be long, just restocking," Zoro said as he took Chopper's doctor chair and rolled it towards the side of the bed, sitting next to you. You then noticed that he wasn't wearing a mask, nor was he afraid to get close to you.

"Why aren't you wearing a mask? Aren't you afraid of catching what I have?"

"Eh, not really. I mean its a small ship, we're all gonna catch it eventually, so might as well catch it early."

You chuckled a little at his response...but you wondered why he of all people chose to stay behind...

"So...why did you stay behind? I mean, I'm assuming everyone else didn't want to cause they don't want to catch it...but why did you?" You asked after a bit of silence. He looked off to the side, and as he cleared his throat you swore you saw his cheeks turn red.

"Well...uh.." Zoro fumbled with his words a bit, which he never did, EVER, "I just didn't want you to be lonely...I know how annoying it can be stuck in the infirmary, and especially being sick and if someone else stayed they would keep their distance. And like I said I don't really care about getting sick so I didn't think there was any harm in staying."

It was cute, watching him ramble on, trying to give you a convincing explanation on while he volunteered to stay.

"Well thank you," you said, cutting him off, "It was a very nice gesture."

He almost looked like a tomato, his face turning red. You both talked for hours until everyone else came back. You were better in a few days, but that same day Zoro started showing symptoms. While everyone else again avoided Zoro, you stayed by his side, making sure his kindness was repaid.

[peachsayshi]

Hi, Peach! Hope you're doing well! After releasing JJK S2 I can't stop thinking about soft and gentle Suguru. I literally drown in love for him. My precious man😢 If you have the time and desire, could you write one, please?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)

notes: I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! it's just a soft, domestic drabble with suguru <3 I apologize that it's taken me so long to get back to you, but I hope you enjoy this anyway! x wc: 727

tags: I wrote this in mind when suguru left jujutsu tech; it's fluffy and intimate, only slightly smutty in the end; size kink (ish?)

suguru traces his scarred knuckles down your spine; your damp, bare back a shimmering canvas of silk. you sigh dreamily, holding your knees tightly into your chest, softly inhaling the calming aroma of ylang ylang and salt as it wafts up in the steam from the tub.

the corner of suguru's mouth ticks into a grin.

you're perched between his legs. the two of you content in the silence surrounding you. suguru's hand treks upward from your tailbone, softly traveling along the column until his strong, but slender digits circle around the back of your neck. he runs his thumb over the impressions of his love, of the marks littered all over your neck.

you're here with me. he thinks with gratitude.

he arches forward, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. his other arm curling around your body as he swallows you into his broad chest.

"do you realize you are my world?" he whispers gently into your ear, his ethereal voice making you tremble, prompting ripples to form across the bath water.

you know it's true. it's undeniable , in fact. that's why you are here in this very tub with him right now. that's why he makes love to you like never before nowadays.

because despite everything that happened, your presence only proves just how deep the roots of your love for each other goes.

it's tangled up around your very hearts, around your very souls.

you unravel and suguru releases his arm to give your limbs the space to extend out. you spin around, waves forming and sloshing over the bath tub as you nestle into his arms. you're now facing him, your hands placed gently on his broad shoulders with his own resting just slightly above your hips.

"you're my everything," you respond, the timbre of your voice laced with only devotion.

"And you still love me..." he exhales timidly, not as an inquiry but a general statement. the front of his brows pinch with discomfort but he clears it away with his throat.

you wrap your arms around his neck to mold your body into his frame. chest to chest, heart to heart, limbs intertwined like the roots of your love. you kiss his forehead, the tip of his nose, and the right side of his cheek and your lover closes his eyes with content as he boldly receives your affection.

"suguru," you mumble against his lips, brushing over his mouth to ask for another kiss. he instantly obliges and parts them, because he's the only one who understands the language that your body speaks.

this kiss is warm, and romantic. suguru's tongue a delicate dancer and his soft lips a heavenly gift against yours. a hushed moan leaves him, the water ebbs and flows as he maneuvers himself to slot his leg between yours.

a game of slip and slide.

you squeeze your thighs tightly around his, the roll of your hips makes the heat envelope you, and your mind starts to spin. you release yourself from the kiss, panting slightly against his jawline.

"take me," you beg sweetly, so perfectly that suguru can feel himself twitch. "make love to me"

you gasp when his fingers pinch at your taut nipples, and swallow a cry just when he finds your lips once more.

"say that again..." he murmurs, using his strength to lift you up and align his tip against your entrance.

"m-make love to me..." you whimper as he draws you down his length, stretching you superbly that your eyes roll to the back of your head.

he chuckles with amusement, his face dropping to the side of your neck with his heavy breath fanning over the marks, and sending goosebumps to form all over your upper body.

"again..." he says with conviction, like he can't get enough of those words slipping from your pretty lips. his tongue rolls over the imprints, and he catches a hickey between his teeth and nips you playfully.

"make...love to-ah!" you squeak when he thrusts his hips upwards, squeezing your arms around his neck tightly to hold on. suguru is lost in a trace, his hands gripping your ass as he steadily works you up and down his shaft.

the water pours over the tub in a surge, streams over the ceramic and loudly claps against the bathroom tiles in thunderous drops.

{requests are closed}

[dantalionarchive]

Hi there💛 If im not too late may i request a smuttie sleepover with Ace Trappola?💛 I dont think he gets enough attention and I really like your writing style, thank you in advance!💛

Slumber Party

ace trappola x fem!reader wc: 727 tags: mutual masturbation not beta read!

thank you for the request! it sounds super fun to write! i did my best! i actually really like ace!

ramshackle was getting an emergency renovation after a magical explosion(thanks to grim) in your kitchen. when you had wailed to your friends ace and deuce, the fiestier between the pair suggested you come and sleep in heartslabyul and share a bed with him. his expression was smug, and he clearly expected you to turn him down for the third time.

but you didnt. you instead agreed to his offer with hopeful eyes, assuring him that you and grim wouldnt cause trouble during your stay. he looked shocked by your answer but didnt claim that he was joking like before. and now, here you were.

grim was sleeping soundly beside deuce in a bed not too far from yours. his soft snores filled the room as you laid curled up beside ace with your eyes fluttering open and close. he was awake and so were you. you were centimeters apart in the bed, originally starting out with a foot of space between you. your fingers would sometimes touch, your legs would rub against one another, and eventually the two of you would roll over to face one another. 

“are you tired?” you asked him softly, reaching to pull at the hem of his shirt. a soft gasp left your lips when you felt something hard pressing against your belly. he shook his head in the darkness, and gently wrapped his hand around your wrist. “im having trouble sleeping so…” he trailed off as his grip loosened. he looked away from you, struggling to keep his hips still. “i need to go to the bathroom.” he murmured as you chewed at your lower lip. “its a guy thing, you wouldnt get it.” 

he sounded pouty and slowly prepared to sit up. “what if i help you?” you offered, rubbing your thighs together feeling excited by the idea. “we dont have to.” ace muttered awkwardly and reached to move the covers aside. you moved your hand to palm at his hard-on tucked beneath his boxers. “i want to.” you purred softly and leaned in closer. your lips met his in a gentle kiss, lips meshing sweetly together as a soft moan left ace. you massaged him gently as he deepened the kiss. his hips rolled against your hand and he began to relax beneath the covers. 

his hands pulled at your pajama shorts as you eased his boxers down. hands fumbled in the dark as he began to massage your pussy with his fingers. your tongues collided and swirled, silencing your moans and whimpers as ace slipped a finger inside of you. 

this was something you had wanted for a while. you always thought ace was cute. even with his nasty personality and the way he would tease you. how he was the first person you met when you came here. how he was the first person by your side no matter what. a soft yelp escaped when he pushed another finger inside you and pumped hurriedly against a bundle of nerves that left your stomach twisting with need.

his cock was hard in your palm and you stroked slowly. you pulled away from the messy makeout in dire need of air. your could feel yourself nearing the edge from the way his fingers pumped and pressed against that bundle of nerves inside of you. his thumb gently rubbed at your clit, leaving your legs shaking. you could see his face reddening as you rubbed your thumb against the slit of his cock. the pearl of precum left his tip sticky as you pumped and pumped, feeling him twitch and flinch beneath you. “fuck m’gonna cum…” he whined under his breath as you moved your hand faster, and you rolled your hips against his fast pumping fingers. your heart was racing in anticipation. you wanted to cum. you wanted ace to cum. 

“feels good. feels so good…” he groaned, his hips humping against your hand as he curled closer to you. your lips were captured in a messy kiss as you came undone on his fingers with a soft sob. with rough and messy strokes, ace groaned in your mouth, and opalescent sperm coated your knuckles and fingers. hot and sticky, leaving you both spent beneath the blankets. you and ace pulled away, panting softly in the darkness. you were glad you shared a bed with him this time.

[marvelnatswhore]

Paper cuts 

Lady dimitrescu X reader~fluff?

Sum: you learn what happens when blood is shed around your lady

Warnings ?: small mentions of blood, a little blood sucking, somewhat sexual??

WC: 727

A/N: I know someone requested another lady d fic and I'm sorry! I am doing it, I'm just procrastinating :’) 

don't ask me what this is i just liked the title heh

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Your work for the Lady wasn’t difficult. You were certainly treated better than many, but it was long, tiring and sometimes painful.

You often wondered if she thought of you as decoration more than a maid. Your role for the most part was to sort the mail addressed to the Dimitrescu household. 

You had a small desk near your lady’s study and she would often come to check on you and your work. It never lessened your nerves no matter how many times she would lean above you with those deep golden eyes. 

Your fingers were starting to hurt from today’s letters, hundreds of small paper envelopes addressed to your lady, most from townspeople requesting an audience with her, for whatever it was they so urgently required.

You had few rules compared to most women you worked with, Alcina seemed to have taken a liking to you and you were somewhat thankful for it. 

one of those rules was, you were never to touch the letters with the golden seal and two cursive M’s joined in the centre. You often wondered who they were from, you knew no one in the village could afford the quality they came in, but she made it clear she didn’t want questions about the letters, simply that they should be left untouched. 

She was working near you today and seemed to find any excuse to come check on you. Sometimes she would just stare and watch you work, hovering above you and giving you a small compliment before leaving you. 

Other times she would put her hand on your shoulder and have you sit still while she examined the letters you had sorted, whispering “good girl,” and running her hand through your hair as she left. You tried to ignore the way you felt when she called you that, you knew part of you was afraid of her, knowing the stories of her and the things she has done, but you couldn’t deny the way she made you feel. 

She hadn't come to see you in awhile now, apart from a small reminder to go have some food. A letter you were holding at the moment slipped out of your grasp too quickly as you broke the red seal and you winced, hissing as it cut along the side of your finger like a blade.

The slit was small but quick crimson drops began to seep out.

“Ouch-” You don’t mean to be so loud and your lady clearly takes notice. You listened to her rise from her desk and come to stand behind you, towering over you, no less. You almost cowered under her shadow.

“What was that, dear?” She asks, her voice sounds somewhat concerned and it almost touches your heart to hear. You remained quiet under her gaze with your hands held together, you can feel the blood dripping from your finger into your palm and your lady sighs above you.

“I can smell the blood dear. Show me your hand.”

You tried not to look afraid as you turned your chair to give her your hand and you were surprised at how gently she took it; kneeling to your level and examining the cut carefully.

She brought your finger to her lips and something in her eyes seemed starved. You nearly yelled as her mouth opened and you feared she’d bite it off. 

You instead feel the warmth of her tongue, licking along the translucent red that stained your finger. swiping away the crimson. You don't miss the way she inhales sharply at your taste. The cut is fresh and another drop runs out. She pulls your digit into her mouth and you let her, as she sucks the length softly and you watch her, captivated. 

She removes your finger from her lips, groaning softly, and she clears her throat. If you didn’t know better you’d have thought she looked embarrassed. 

“Forgive me dear, that was..well, I haven’t done that in many years.” “You taste divine.”

You can’t hide the blush that forms quickly on your cheeks from that compliment, even if she was talking about your blood, part of you wanted her to say it again. Your eyes stayed staring into hers as she seemed to admire you for a moment. You never realised how beautiful they were.

"Thank you, my lady."

...

[hopetune]

"Beating? Like a heart?" Robin blinks at Lynette's report, emerald eyes shifting to look warily at the wall the young lady had indicated. But she doesn't press for answers. She feels that they will have to earn those some other way.

Lynette takes her suggestion to heart and sets off, returning from the pile of boxes with a pair of bear statues. She hands one of them to Robin, who receives it like a blessing. She understands what it is like to be one separate half of a whole—she holds the bear in reverence and smiles her thanks.

They ascend. The room above this one had a similar structure—a large statue in the center, this time of a phoenix, and strange paintings surrounding it. Robin also spots a few containers lining the walls which, when she checks them, hold nothing more than clothes and silverware. She turns to the walls—she recalls Lynette's comment on how they beat, and moves closer to search for a pulse of her own when…

ROBIN ROLLS TO INVESTIGATE! Result: 1! Ouchie!

"Ah!"

She exclaims when something suddenly hits her head—a wooden beam, a piece of the statue, she can't quite say. The pain is not too strong, but it is enough to tell her that perhaps she ought not continue this way. The phoenix, its beak unhinged, seems to caw in agreement.

Robin decides to check out the upper floor. She does not enter fully at first, only sticking her head out of the trap door to get a good look of the following chamber. It is in a state of relative abandon—dust hovers in the air like cirrus clouds, and a table and set of chairs lay broken on the floor, victims of some violence. The most striking thing is a groove in the room, looking much like a cave rather than anything carved out by man.

She looks down on the bear statue in her hand. So arrives a Thought.

"Miss Lynette, may I borrow your bear friend for a moment?" Robin asks, lowering herself back down to the second floor. Lynette kindly acquiesces and Robin once more makes her flight upward, the happy couple cradled in one arm as the other climbs the rungs of the ladder. 

She steps into the room and places the bear statues in the center of the groove. Suddenly, it and the burrow begin to glow, flakes of orange shedding from its rock-like surface. It begins to vibrate, causing Robin's wings to stand up in alarm. Seems there's nothing to worry about, though, for what appears next is nothing more than eight or so hibernating bears, each about the size of a rodent. They're snuggled into each other, sighing with the contentment only little creatures like them could still have. Robin is warm with Grace. This feels like a step towards the right direction.

She is not content with this small victory, however. She continues to probe into the rest of the room, spotting with her eyes two small boxes stacked atop each other. She opens one and is greeted with a number of Masks, sculpted in moments of joy, sadness, and anger. There is one, however, that bears no expression whatsoever. Uncannily unalive, like a person trapped in a coma. This unsettles her most of all, and she sets it aside with the intent of asking Lynette about it soon. She moves onto the other box and gasps.

"Music sheets!" she can't help but exclaim, delighted to see something she can finally understand. There are pages upon pages of them in the container, listing down operas and concertos and folk songs of a different world, but there is only one melody that she can vaguely recognize among them. The gentle ring of a bell echoes, almost hypnotic in the sense of calm it instills. The wind is gentle, crisp. Trees, golden and red, sway in tune with the soothing chimes of the bell. Robin thinks she's heard it in a dream. She sings it aloud. The slow, lilting tune is haunting, and sends her wings shivering as she continues to vocalize. The bears seem to enjoy it though, swaying to the beat in their slumber. Though there is nothing else in the tower that resonates with the song. She continues to sing anyway—as long as she has an audience, she'll continue her performance.

tower of the waning sun — act 1 scene 2

˚ʚ [robin & lynette ] ɞ˚

[http-tokki]

~ satoru gojo x fem!reader ~tags/cw: smut, workplace sex, explicit language, sort con non con, gojo being too horny to wait till closing. ~ wc: 727 ~ Co-worker Gojo fucking you in the backroom

Satoru had been shamelessly flirting with you all day.

He had taken every opportunity he could to touch you while you were serving or helping out a client. Walking behind you under the guise of trying to get past, hand brushing along to small of your back and hips grazing against your body so you could feel how hard he was behind the zipper of his slacks. Mindlessly dropping stock and asking you to pick it up because 'you're closer to the ground' and then remarking on how good you looked looking up at him. Things that would get him fired for sexual harassment if you weren't already fucking him after every shift in the back of his car. 

You weren't exactly innocent either. Bending over in front of him, making sure to wear a lowcut blouse, ogling him every chance you got, wishing desperately you could just close the store for a few minutes so he could fuck you dumb in the bathroom. You were aching, dripping, so fucking wet for him you could feel it soaking through your panties and onto your thighs. If he didn't fuck you today, this would be such a pain to clean up. Thankfully he decided to. 

Closing the doors and putting up a small make-shift Be back in 15 sign as if to say you were on break, before storming into the backroom to fuck you. He didn't even give you time to adjust or warn that he had even whipped it out, before you felt him sliding up behind you, one hand grabbing onto your shoulder to pull you up, another gliding down the front of your dress and disappearing between your legs. He liked the way you jumped at his touch, clearly startled by the sudden contact. 

"Satoru-" you started, confusion lacing his name. 

"I need to fuck you right now or I'm going to cum in my pants" was his answer as he slides your panties down your thighs. Not fully off but just enough for him to spread your legs apart and sink into you. 

You gasp as he slides in, gripping the shelf in front of you for support as you see stars and feel the earth shift beneath your feet. Gojo pulls back out, hovering over your aching cunt, the hand on your shoulder pushing you down until you were bent over, and only then did he start to move again. One hand still between your legs, he made quick work of finding your clit and pressing down. You had already gotten off his morning, thoughts of Gojo plaguing your mind to the point of insanity. Your clit was still overstimulated so each brush of his fingers had you seeing stars. The sex was rough and dirty, his hands slipping from your shoulder to grip your hair from the base of your scalp. Satoru comes quickly, spilling into you with a guttural groan, your name a whine on his tongue. He knows you're not finished, has fucked you enough to know how what it felt like when you were close and this time you weren’t. So he drops to his knees, hiking your skirt up enough for him to devour your sopping pussy. His tongue licks up and swirls at your clit, tasting himself as well as you. His fingers come into play, fucking you open again with his long digits, mouth sucking at your clit while his tongue flicks back and forth. You don’t last long, coming on his face with a high-pitched whine and a sharp pull of his hair. 

When he stands, hands fixing your skirt and pantries, you stare at him in disbelief. 

“Did you just eat your own cum?” You ask, hand reaching out to wipe at the remnants of both of you from the corner of his lip. 

Satoru grins widely at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yep, and I’d do it again to have you cum in my mouth like you just did” 

“Wait, doesn’t the back room have cameras?!” 

[ominoose]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

A list of seasonal fanfics I've read or found over the month of October that I really enjoyed for future reference and others to check out <3

Part 1

Key: 🎃 - NSFW ┆ 🤎 - X Reader ┆ 🐈‍⬛ - Dark

Absolutely Purr-fect by @sarahghetti You and the Moon Boys adopt a cat. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 2.4k ┆ 🤎

Broken Toys by @midgardian-witch Blue gives you some comfort. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 1.7k ┆ 🤎

Farm Day by @reallyrallyauthor You and Steven go on a farm day to see the animals. Yes, it's as cute as it sounds. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🤎

Voice Kink by @winniethewife Phone sex with Williams amazing voice. Characters: William Tell WC: 843 ┆ 🎃🤎

Little Secrets by @heladodecerezq You're the MK's systems kid and keep a little secret for them, which they really don't like. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 921 ┆ 🐈‍⬛

Jake Jerkin' Off by @tiptapricock Jake jerks off, but written as more of a character introspective. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 774 ┆ 🎃

Look At You by @notquitecanon Each of the MK boys saying "Look at you" in different contexts. Sweet and sexy. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 1.7k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cumming In Your Mouth Platonically by @my-secret-shame & @foxilayde Fen made another banger post and Foxilayde served another five meals with it. Aka a quick post on letting Cecil cum in your mouth but its totally platonic, not weird or anything. Characters: Cecil Dennis WC: 727 ┆ 🎃 🤎

Lust is a Drug by @minispidey You're Arthur Harrows virgin, isolated cult wife and Moon Knight pays a visit. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Mr and Mrs Knight by @angel-of-the-moons Chubby reader goes to work a work party with Steven, some mean girls make it go south. Characters: Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector WC: 4.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

My Lord by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction King John is exiled to another country and fixates on one of the head servants. Only Fen could make a King John fic that's smut and kinda fluff, it's magic. Characters: King John WC: 3.1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Patience by @moons-dunes Steven gives you an agonizing lesson in patience. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🎃 🤎

La Petite Mort by @hon3yboy You inherit a manor from your dead aunt and it's got a cute but obsessive British ghost in it. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 3k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

He Found The Box of Condoms by @hoedamn-eron You fuck your best friends dad and then date him. Told in three parts. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Sleeping Dogs by @hon3yboy Werewolf!Marc. Again. All I need to say. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.8k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Visions & Loyalty by @reallyrallyauthor Your sisters is meant to marry Leto but then he goes "Actually, no you" and it's three parts. God bless. Leto is so well written. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Finish The Job by @romana-after-dark MK system kidnaps reader and Jake goes quite Yandere on them. Characters: Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steven Grant WC: 1.4k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Control by @romana-after-dark Jake is really into killing and blood. Really into it. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 591 ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Corny Night In by @jayke0 Marc with a chubby reader, has thigh fucking and feels. You will lose it. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 1.6K ┆ 🎃 🤎

Losing Hand by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction William tries to teach you poker and his dicks also inside you at the same time. Character: William Tell WC: 1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cry Baby by @jayke0 Bullying Cecil while he whimpers and gets off. Character: Cecil Dennis WC: 1.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

[samsseptember]

Samtember 2023 Week 1 (and Two Days) Fills:

Here are the fills for the first week and two days of our Samtember 2023 event! Enjoy all these wonderful pieces!

BuckyQuest Moodboard by @thatmexisaurusrex | Moodboard | Pairing: SamBucky | Slow Burn, Free Space, Inspired by Bucky Quest |

Kissing Sam Wilson #1 - A Normal Crush (Samtember 2023) by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated: N/A | WC: 650 words | Crush, Free Space, Getting Together |

First Flight by @thatmexisaurusrex | Gen Fic | Rated: G | WC: 646 words | Family Feels, Gideon POV, First Flight |

Untitled by @funsized-loser | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: N/A | WC: 556 words | First Flight, Close Call, And Nothing Ever Happens Again 🙃 |

Kissing Sam Wilson #2 - First Flight by @ironstrangle | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: N/A | WC: 500 words | First Flight, Established Relationship, Kissing |

Kissing Sam Wilson #4 - Kissing Uncles by @ironstrangle | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: N/A | WC: 526 words | Uncle Sam, Fluff, Kissing |

A Dead Tree Casts a Shadow by @abarbaricyalp | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: G | WC: 2K words | Death, Grief, Title from the Laura Gilpin Poem “Life After Death” |

Sarah, pls! by @sygoflyy | Gen Fic | Rated: G | WC: 500 words | Siblings, Family Feels, The Boy Loves to Fly |

Kissing Sam Wilson #5 - Facing Fears by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated: N/A | WC: 590 words | Fishing, Established Relationship, Kissing |

rem·i·nisce by @sygoflyy | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 509 words | Fishing, Domestic Fluff, Trying to Sleep When A Super Soldier is Sleeping on You |

Kissing Sam Wilson #6 - Disney by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated N/A | WC: 500 words | Vacation, Disneyworld, Kissing |

Samtember Day 02: First Flight | Riley by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamRiley | Rated: G | WC: 727 words | Funeral, Ghost, Established Relationship |

Untitled by @abarbaricyalp | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M-ish | WC: 770 words | Memories, Established Relationship, Thinking of Previous Violence and Injury |

Samtember Day 03: Delacroix | Louisiana by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 422 words | Louisiana, Bar, Fluff |

Samtember Day 8: Figaro by @katatonicimpression | Art | Figaro, Cute, Based on Comic Panels |

Samtember Day 04: Siblings | Uncle Sam by @sammy-souffle | Gen Fic | Rated: G | WC: 586 words | Family Feels, Pre-CATWS, Past-SamRiley |

Samtember Day 05: Fishing | Camping by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamSteve | Rated: G | WC: 818 words | Camping, Kid Fic, Established Relationship |

Kissing Sam Wilson #9 - King of Mardi Gras by @ironstrangle | Pairing: Samquin | Rated: N/A | WC: 500 words | Established Relationship, Mardi Gras, Kissing |

Samtember Day 06: Day Off by @sammy-souffle | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 272 | Day Off, Established Relationship, Cuddling |

Samtember Day 07: Memories | The Future by @sammy-souffle | Moodboard | Pairing: SamSteve | Established Relationship, Amnesia, Kid Fic |

Untitled by @funsized-loser | Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: N/A | WC: 522 words | Cap Quartet 2.0, Mission Fic, Just Vibes |

We're so excited about what you all will make this week and remember that we have an AO3 collection for Samtember 2023 that you can find here.

[mooodyblue]

Can you write something where, CG! Reader asking Jerry to babysit Lil! Elvis While she’s out For the day, and Elvis gets a hold of the telephone, somehow, calling the reader every two seconds to make airplane noises and babbling telling her about how his day is going with Jerry and telling her stories about his toys? 😭 

oh my god this was so cute!!! thank you for the request ❣️

wc: 727

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you were slightly nervous about leaving elvis with jerry while he was little, but you made sure to leave him with a good set of rules in case of an emergency.

elvis was excited to spend time with jerry today, however he hated being away from you. he wouldn't stop clinging to you, begging you to stay and not leave. "mama, don't go. stay with yittle elvie." he whined, tugging at your arm just as you were about to head out the door.

"baby, i gotta go. i'll be back soon. promise!" you kissed the top of his head. "go play with jerry, okay?"

"c'mere bud," jerry held a hand out as elvis sighed sadly, taking his hand as he watched you leave.

jerry was a nice distraction for elvis. he loved being picked up and playfully tossed around by him, enjoying his company. he loved snuggling up with jerry too. but he still missed you. especially as he was laying with jerry, head on his shoulder as they watched a show together. he just wanted to hear your voice.

"jer, paci?" he asked, knowing you hated when he sucked on his thumb.

"yeah, sure bud." jerry stood up and went upstairs to go look for his beloved paci. elvis used this as an opportunity to call you, knowing you were busy at work but he knew you wouldn't mind. he reached over to the phone at the side of the table and dialed your number, looking back constantly to see if jerry was coming back.

he grinned at the sound of your voice. "momma!"

"baby? are you okay? is jerry okay? why are you calling me?" you asked, nerves in your voice.

"momma! momma! jerry and i played outside and-and then a plane flew over and it make a loud buuurgh noise and then-and then jerry picked me up and flew me around and momma! momma! jer' is so big 'n strong and-"

you shook your head. "honey, breathe." you laughed. "momma's gotta get back to her work, you can tell me all about your day when i get home. okay?"

"okay, momma. elvie yuvs you! don't forget about elvie!"

"yuv ya too." you last said, hanging up the phone.

jerry returned just in time with his paci, slipping it in between elvis's lips as he joined him back on the couch. "can i call momma?" he asked.

"hmm." he looked at his watch, not knowing he'd just gotten off the phone with you just a few minutes ago. "i'm sure she wouldn't mind." he leaned over at the phone, dialing your number and waiting for you to pick up.

jerry tapped on elvis once you picked up, "hey! yeah-elvis wanted to say hi."

you were about to open your mouth, confused as you had just spoken to him. "wait-oh! well, hi again elvie. what's going on? you gotta let momma finish up so she can get home sooner."

"i know but momma, i-i-i forgot to tell you! i colored you a really pretty picture! it has lil' fishies on it 'n there's a blue one, there's a purple one, there's a pink one and-and there's a...."

"oh honey, that sounds lovely. i'll look at it when i get home. i have to go now, mhm. yuv you too."

and then elvis called again twenty minutes later.

"jer' said he'd buy me a new plushie, momma!" he said excitedly. "a-and i think i want a rabbit. actually no-"

you sighed. "that sounds great baby."

then he called you a few minutes later just because he forgot to tell you he loved you.

elvis gave you a big hug once you returned home. you gave him a quick kiss and put your hands on your hips. "jerry, are you aware that this boy has been calling me nonstop all day?"

"he what?" he said, confused. "now elvis, what did i say about botherin' your mama?"

elvis shrugged shyly.

"elvis....." you said, sternly.

"i'm sorry momma! just missed you! don't like when you leave." he said sadly.

"i could have been home sooner if you hadn't called me all day." you frowned, taking his hands. "you gotta promise to not call me when i'm working."

he nodded, "okay, fine."

"now i believe you have a pretty picture to show me?"

[edupunkn00b]

Where the Air is Sweet, Chapter 1

Photo by Rachel Martin on Unsplash

Ch. 1 - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Patton and Logan share an apartment in an old brownstone on a quiet street. They each have their quirks (as do their neighbors!) and, on the outside, you'd never expect them to actually get along.

But for all the surface differences, their love shines through.

WC: 727 - Rated: G - CW: none, all fluff (future chapters may have some swearing) -

A brilliant sunset had nearly burned away the last of that morning's rain. Nearly. A few small puddles remained for Patton to 'accidentally' splash on his way home from Mr. D's bodega. Most of the block had opened their windows to let in the warm, fresh air, and the soft sounds of dinner-making and children laughing spilled out from each apartment he passed. Up ahead, Patton was pretty sure he could pick out Roman's humming as he hung his laundry at the end of the block. He was certain he caught a flash of purple plaid on Roman's line, which meant his best friend was visiting. No wonder he was in such a good mood.

Music—well, what their next-door neighbor Remus called music, at least—poured up from his basement apartment window. The volume was low, which meant Logan was home.

When he reached the stoop, Patton skipped down the steps, mesh grocery bags swinging. He crouched in front of the door to read the address label on a package from Lucas' Leatherworks that lay just outside the door. It had Logan's name on it, so he tucked it into the bag of oatmeal and bananas and opened the door. "Oh, Lo!" he called. Logan wasn't in the kitchen, so Patton left the bags on the counter and fished out the box. "Lo, you got a package!"

"Oh, good! I was expecting that—Patton!" he snapped, hurrying to close the front door. "Pat, you left the door open again. And you're tracking in water!"

"Oops," he grinned, toeing off his shoes and setting them in the shoe rack to dry. "Sorry, Lo. I was just so excited! Here…" Patton held out the box as an offering and he danced his shoulders back and forth when the crease in Logan's brow dissolved.

He tugged down his sweater vest, a smile quirking up his lips. "Thank you, Pat," he nodded and took the package. Opening the utility drawer without looking, he reached for a letter opener. With the box set flat on the counter, he scored the tape, then pried open the box by hand.

"You didn't want the box opener?" Patton asked, elbows rested on the counter and leaning over to see.

"It might damage the harness," Logan muttered. He rolled up his sleeves before sifting through the packing peanuts and pulling out a… thing made of leather straps and little buckles.

"Uh, Lo?" Patton stared at the object. Logan had called it a harness, but it was way too small for a horse or a dog. "What are you going to use that for?"

"Oh!" Logan looked up. "Come to the bedroom and I'll show you."

"Okay," Patton grinned and followed him to their shared bedroom.

Once inside, Logan set the harness on his bed and reached underneath, pulling out a shoe box. He handed it to Patton. "Take off the lid, and come over here be ready."

Patton tilted his head, his confusion growing when he lifted the lid and revealed soft fleece lining the inside, a few inches thick. Logan had already moved to the window, so he followed, box at the ready.

Logan opened the window and whistled quietly, then made a little cooing sound at the back of his throat. After a moment, a familiar pigeon poked her head inside. "There you are, Bernice," he murmured, both hands outstretched. She hobbled closer and it was then that Patton noticed the twine and popsicle sticks strapped around her right leg.

Moving slowly and continuing to coo, Logan cradled the bird in his hands and set her gently in the shoe box. "Keep her steady, Pat," he said quietly and Patton stood like a statue, hugging the box—and its precious contents—close to his chest. "You can pat her head, she likes that," Logan added, smiling when he gently pet her.

Snatching up the harness, he addressed Bernice. "I'm going to swap this out for something a little more comfortable, girl, okay?" Cooing quietly, the bird cocked her head. "Mm-hm," he hummed. "This will keep your ankle steady while it heals."

"I think she understands," Patton giggled, watching as Bernice remained still in the box, allowing Logan to remove the old makeshift splint and replacing it with the sleek new leather one.

Nodding as he worked, Logan smiled back. "I think so, too."

[ritualofcirice]

When Rando 'said' he loved you... (Rando x Reader)

🐑 ♡ More Rando, and more Rando to come in the future for who remains ♡🐑

Part of a collection of imagines and scenarios for various LISA Series characters.

Teen and Up Audiences, No Warnings, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Scenario, Flirting, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Short, Ambiguous Gender Reader, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 727

When Rando 'said' he loved you...

♡ That was a complete lie. Or rather, it wasn't, but it was. See, Rando hadn't said anything directly to you. Since you were still within earshot of the main camp, he'd taken to asking Clint to speak for him. Poor Clint - ever the third wheel in your unestablished relationship - listened to Rando while he contemplated all the times he’d also listened to Rando talk about you in your absence. So when it was time for him to relay the message, Clint told you nothing but the truth he had been hearing for weeks. He told you that Rando loved you. In reality, all Rando had wanted to do was ask if the vehicles were good to go for another few miles.

♡ He panicked. A notably sharp turn to Clint was succeeded by a brief pause like he couldn’t decide on the appropriate course of action. Did he speak? Did he run away? What was he meant to do? He was just as shocked as you. Then his hands shot up, and he waved them across his chest to signal ‘no’ before he stopped. The next thing you knew, those same hands were on your back as Rando wheeled you further from the camp. Clint didn’t follow. He’d already fulfilled his role.

♡ You were marched along to the quieter outskirts of the camp. Secluded, Rando set about telling you what he’d tried to ask as you listened on with a soft smile. Tension clung at your chest, yet you were pretty confident that the sudden disclosure from Clint hadn’t sprouted from nowhere. The lingering touches were all too common, and you were both guilty of them. Rando found every opportunity to seek out your company. Likewise, you took every invitation to spend that time with him. And when he didn't seek you out, you made the first move.

♡ He told you Clint was right before stammering out an apology. Any fear that had evapourated from your body upon his confession rained back down in terror. It left a sour taste in your mouth that he thought his feelings would cause you offense. So you reassured him. You played it off by telling him you were happy that Clint broke the silence first. After all, you had been planning on telling Rando how you felt about him, but you never quite knew how to. It didn't take much for you to be looking at a man who, once again, couldn't determine what to do. Yet you knew what he wanted. What were mixed signals to an outsider, were clear to you. The way he drew his body closer to yours as he hunched his shoulders reminded you of a child trying to tell you a secret. The space between you became finite, and he couldn’t face you directly as he kept his head angled to the side. With his hands drawn up to his chest he seemed much smaller than he was in a way that screamed ‘hold me, please’. It was a timid pose that conveyed comfort in your presence in comparison to the often tense, upright posture he carried himself with.

♡ You offered him your hand. At the same time, you offered to stay with him longer in solitude if he wanted to talk - the alternative being that you would walk back to camp with him. He stared at your hand for a moment, and even if you could read his body language, you couldn't read his mind. Masks were great at hiding facial expressions too. Though there was no denying that he reciprocated your feelings as a tentative hand overlapped yours. His hold was gentle at first while he brought your hand back to his chest, your fingers entwined. It grew tighter with a squeeze, and finally he cupped it with his other hand too like that tiny part of you meant the world to him. He asked if you could stay together. ‘Together’ as in together away from camp, he clarified, but also together ‘together’. Everything that came out of his mouth was a mess in the heat of the moment, but you were willing to listen to when told you that there was more he wanted to share. You weren’t about to start turning down his invitations. Not when he had worked so hard to get close enough to hug you.

[fmdjoohwanarchive]

— SELF PARA 010 (task 008)

the memories of that day are something hwan doesn’t think will ever come back to him fully.

defense mechanism, a therapist so many years ago had said. the trauma had been big enough that his brain – which was much smarter than hwan gave it credit for – had kept those memories locked away some place he couldn’t touch. it means the images of his parents’ bodies falling to the ground, the pool of blood on the floor, only come during his worst nightmares. and even then, they are much more a product of his imagination than the scene itself. his brain’s been trying to keep him safe from what happened for almost two decades, doing its best to keep hwan from reliving that moment.

his brain has limitations however, as most brains do. they can keep the images away but they can’t keep the trauma associated to that night.

for as long as hwan can remember, he’s been scared of loud noises.

the first couple of years after his parents got murdered were the worst. he was always skirmish, still unable to trust his grandparents and not understanding why he couldn’t have stayed with his family in argentina. he knew them a lot better than he knew the strangers he was sent to live with but everybody kept telling him that moving was the best thing for him to do.

whenever someone would as much as ring the doorbell, hwan would flinch, the high ringing turning into a gunshot sound in his head. in the worst days he’d startle, curl into a ball wherever he was and covers his ears with his tiny hands, fruitlessly hoping for his mother to kneel by his side to comfort him.

there are years of mandatory therapy that hwan has to go through. he’s turning twelve by the time he’s so much as allowed to consider not continuing but by then it’s enough of a routine that the boy doesn’t want to quit. twelve is old enough for hwan to understand that he never really got over it, that the nightmares haven’t gone away and that there’s something not quite normal with him. at twelve, loud music has stopped bothering so much. he can deal when it’s a constant sound – the dance classes have helped him tremendously –, it’s just a nightmare when it’s sudden.

for much of his teenage years hwan can avoid those sudden noises. it comes, every once in a while, in the form of a loud motorcycle, or when something crashes. the moments before he realizes where he is and that he’s safe have his heart beating faster, his hands shaking and his breath catching. for the most part, though, it’s manageable.

the first time it bothers him as it used to when he was a kid is for a end of year show, after origin’s debut. korean events aren’t shy about the usage of fireworks, and hwan’s been so sleep-deprived lately that he failed to consider that. usually he just brings his hands to his ears before any sound happens, putting on some fake aegyo so the fans will think he’s acting cutely. he forgets, this time, too caught up in trying to see the audience from origin’s spot in the back. it’s no fun for him, not with his height, but he’s accepted that it’s the place they are going to occupy for a long time. when the fireworks go off, his brain is too tired to place him fast enough. one second he’s on the stage, the next he’s seven years old again, going down the stairs as the gunshots go off.

hwan falls to his knees, hands covering his ears, face buried on his thighs. he doesn’t register the tears running down his face until later – hwan barely notices the hands that hurry to touch him, to bring him back up, to escort him out of the stage to safety. not all his members come, they aren’t allowed to, but his manager rushes to him, giving hwan a bottle of water and asking him what’s happened. it’s impossible for him to form words, much less sentences, and the boy just points to his ears, as if to say they were too sensitive that day.

the day after that is the first time in years hwan calls his therapist for a consult as soon as possible.

[arikiu]

meeting enhypen's family for christmas!

GENRE fluff WARNINGS none except lowercase intended WC 727

SYNOPSIS. meeting enhypen's family while dating them (friend only for niki) for the first time.. and it's on christmas. wonder what their family will think! ## NOTE sorry for the late upload!

JUNGWON

meeting jungwon's family would probably be fun. if they were alike to jungwon, that is. i'd see you getting along with his family well. maybe his sister would interrogate you a little bit as to who you are. (gotta protect her little brother ykyk) you'd probably both share the same hobbies and same interests so maybe you'd get along more with his sister rather than him. he'd get all pouty then you just reassure that he's your favorite. you'd eat dinner with him and his family while they get to know you. they seem to like you and are glad that jungwon has you as a friend/bf/gf. they'd probs invite you to come over again.

HEESEUNG

after what we heard from heeseung and his older brother from i-land, i believe that they'd still be the same at home, too. heeseung's brother would be trying to jokingly impress you and heeseung would be all snappy at him like, "(y/n)'s mine! shoo," or something like that. heeseung and he would make you laugh and giggle the whole time. then his older brother would probably say something like, "soo who do you like better now? me or him? i mean it's me obviously," and you'd just laugh and side with heeseung as he would be giving you puppy eyes.

JAY

since jay is an only child i'd guess his parents would be there to entertain you. jay would show you all of his baby photos and photos of when he traveled around since wbk he rich rich. jay would be happy and honestly touched that you were able to come over and meet his family. though it isn't much, he enjoys the sweet moments. his parents would be asking you so many questions wondering about who you are, what you enjoy doing, etc. you'd be happy to tell them about you and they'd obviously fall in love with you, and understand why jay fell for you, too.

JAKE

we don't know much about jake's older brother but if he is alike to jake then you'd have a good time here, too. you'd be playing with layla while jake and his older brother talk your ear off, which you couldn't complain about since they seemed very fun to be with. jake would be so passionate about talking to you about the way he loves to perform and be with you and layla. his parents would be so sweet and welcoming to you. welcoming you to their family and after loving your personality they'd love to have you over again.

SUNGHOON

sunghoon would love to introduce you to his sister. though he is a little overprotective he'd love for his sister to meet you. if he loves you, he knows for sure that his sister will, too. you'd see how caring he is towards his sister and how careful he is around her. you can tell he genuinely cares for her as a brother should. his sister would, in the beginning, be a little suspicious of you as sunghoon didn't really bring girls over but you both quickly begin to get along and talk while you both bake cookies and/or set the table for dinner.

SUNOO

sunoo's sister would come up to you first, welcoming you to their home and family happily. she would be teasing sunoo about bringing his first girlfriend/girl-friend over. sunoo would get all smiley and happily show you around his house. his smile growing bigger as he giggles while showing you his photos of him at school. sunoos sister would be watching you two, making sure you both don't do any funny business and that you wouldn't hurt him. you'd talk genuinely and she'd seem so nice and caring-- like she genuinely wanted to listen to what you had to say. you'd love being there and of course go over again.

RIKI

riki would be shy to introduce you to his family but you'd encourage him that it would be fine. all he has are sisters so he hoped you all would get along together. while at riki's house you'd talk to his parents ofc, and sisters too. they'd show you embarrassing photos of riki as a kid, you'd laugh and riki would just shy away or hide. they'd also do their iconic dance performances for you and you'd record to save and send to the other members. after that you'd all eat dinner together and have a good time.

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Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw

Chapter Six

WC: 727.

C/W: Angst.

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Mazy and Phoenix had been discharged. Payback had taken Phoenix back to her apartment to stay with her and keep an eye on her. They had canceled training for the day again.

Mazy chewed her lip nervously as they road in the Bronco home. She glanced at Rooster, she felt so unbelievably guilty about yesterday.

"I'm really sorry Bradley," Mazy spoke up.

"You have nothing to be sorry for darlin'" Bradley reached over and rested his hand on her leg.

"You should never feel that kind of pain and worry like you did yesterday." Mazy sniffed looking over at her beloved Bradley.

"Mazy," Bradley breathed out as they pulled into the driveway and he put the Bronco in park and looked at her. The dark haired girl kept her gaze forward and not to break it.

"I have a headache come on let's just go lay down." She sighed getting out and grabbing her bag stomping inside. Bradley sat there for a moment, he understood how she was feeling. She had scared the shit out of him yesterday when that happened but accidents happened.

Sometimes they were deadly. Sometimes they ended in death.

Bradley let out a huff of defeat and shut the garage before following Mazy inside.

Bradley kicked off his shoes and set his keys and sunglasses on the island table and be lined it for the bedroom.

Mazy had already changed into one of his old shirts and a pair of shorts. She was curled up in their big bed the pastel pink comforter nested around her pulled up to her neck. Her hair pulled into a messy bun and her gaze fixated on the wall ahead of her.

Coincidently enough the wall they filled with frames of them. Both of their naval academy graduation pictures, engagement pictures, one of them in a jet with the canopy open both with huge, stupid smiles on. Mazy back seated for Bradley for a little bit of time on a deployment once.

Bradley couldn't have crawled in the bed quicker than he did. He curled into her letting her be the little spoon.

They just laid there together until she was ready to talk. Something Bradley was quick to learn was how stubborn the Mitchell's were. Just like her dad Mazy would dig her heels into the ground and die on hill rather than tell anyone her emotions sometimes.

This time it was different, he could tell she wanted to talk but was trying to find her words.

He often couldn't find his words either leaving them both in comfortable silence rather than talking.

Bradley placed a delicate kiss on the bottom of her exposed neck his mustache ticking her.

"I'm sorry," Mazy rubbed her eyes.

"Hm?" Bradley hummed his eyebrows turning up.

"It was too close we shouldn't ever have it be like that. The way my Grandpa burned in leaving my dad, the accident with your dad, my moms cancer." Mazy just started spewing they both grew up surrounded by death it's all they ever knew. Sometimes Mazy just wished she'd never have gone out of her way to be with Bradley.

Don't get her wrong she absolutely loved him and would do anything for him.

But they were aviators and things happened, people died sometimes. So eventually one of them would burn in leaving the other.

"Mazy," Bradley repeated her name similar to the few times they had talked.

"One day I'm just gonna burn in and leave you alone with death once again." Mazy rambled.

"Mazy stop," Bradley rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Bradley you know it happens. Pilots lose wingman's and eventually." Bradley cut Mazy off by pressing his lips to hers. He didn't know what else to do. She kissed back instantly their soft lips locked in together.

Mazy sniffed as she felt hot tears stream down her face.

Bradley ran a hand through her hair as they pulled away. Mazy let out a sob her eyes closed the tears running down her pale skin. Bradley loved how in the California sun her freckles were far more visible.

Bradley held her face wiping her tears away.

“Mazy it’s okay,” Bradley gently cooed her.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed and opened her eyes up again staring into his big dark eyes.

“It’s okay, come here.” Bradley let her crawl into his lap as she curled into his chest.

Bradley wrapped his arms around her stroking her hair and holding her close with his other arm.