#when i tell you the PANIC i felt seeing that

[rafesangelita]

♡ what happens when the man you’ve been having anonymous phone sex with asks you to come over to his place so you two could have a date of your own?

warnings: mean!rafe, enemies to ???, brief descriptions of phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, praise, orgasm control, orgasm denial, degradation, flirty banter

a/n: this is part three of this mini series! thank you so much for all the love on this series so far, i wasn’t expecting such an outpoor of support <3 if you ask to be added to the taglist and i don’t reply, don’t worry!! i promise i’ve seen it and have added you!

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wc: 2.8k

“..you sound pretty.”

you froze, the slightly familiar voice sending a shiver down your spine. “who’s this?” you swallowed thickly, already having a gut feeling. “you know who i am.” with a demeaning tone like that, you only had one guess. “so out of all of the usernames you could’ve came up with; ‘country club’ was the one that stuck?” rafe smiled to himself before taking a drink from the liquor in his glass. he was alone on the druthers now with nothing but you on his mind, along with his mystery girl that he never stopped thinking about.

“it’s just a nickname a friend of mine gave me,” he explained, “no one else knows me by it so that’s why i chose it.” you hummed, a hint of curiosity piquing your interest. “really? who?” you asked him in a poor attempt to get something out of him. “ah, you wouldn’t know him. he’s from the cut.” now you were really interested. “the cut? how did you end up being friends with someone from over there?”

rafe was quiet for a few moments.

“it’s a long story. i think you’d find out who i am if i told you about it.” you tried to think about any drama or gossip that chanel may have filled you in about at some point but ultimately came up empty handed. “i see..” deciding to change the subject, you asked him about something that actually had relevance. “so what had you so wrapped up earlier?” rafe sighed, your pictures from earlier flashing in his mind.

“i was on a date— if you could even call it that,” he laughed, “the amount of bitchy attitude this girl throws at me every time i see her is crazy.” you ignored the spark of jealousy that lit up in your core, your eyes narrowing as you thought of all the things he could’ve been doing with someone else that wasn’t you.

rafe had a very specific reason for bringing someone else up and just like he had hoped, you fell right into his trap. “yeah? you should probably call her and talk to her instead.” you were quick with your remark, rolling your eyes before settling underneath your plush comforter.

“i think i already am.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, a sense of panic washing over you as you thought about your earlier encounter with rafe. could you really be the girl that quote unquote ‘throws bitchy attitude at him every time you see him’? it would be hard to tell considering you threw bitchy attitude towards everyone, but still, his words caused your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. “no, that’s impossible.” to be in denial when you two were this far along in your arrangement was simply delusional, but you couldn’t help but deny his theory.

“you think so?” he sat back in his seat overlooking the water. “i know so. cause i went on a date tonight as well.. and i personally find the guy insufferable— hot, definitely, but insufferable nonetheless, and i’d like to think that if me and you have ever talked or interacted in person we’d at least get along in some way.” now it was rafe’s turn to feel jealousy burn through his chest at the mention of you going on a date with someone else other than him.

“you went on a date?” the calm tone in his voice was now replaced by assertiveness, his jaw clenching as he imagined you getting all dolled up for some loser. “yes.” you don’t know why, but you felt like you had did something wrong. “and you said he was hot?” rafe downed the rest of his drink, pouring himself another shortly after. “yes..” you answered again, a hint of a smile playing on your lips, “i’d fuck him even though i told him it would never happen.” if rafe couldn’t understand what was so similar between you and his personal internet slut then, he definitely knew what it was now. you had to be her.

rafe thought about your words from earlier.

“why i don’t like you, or why i won’t let you fuck me?”

you had such a smart mouth on you, the only thing rafe could think about was how he’d shut you up by filling your throat up with his cock. “it’s funny you say that. i could’ve sworn my brat of a ‘date’ said the same thing to me.” suddenly you felt like you were in enemy territory, every single one of your sensible instincts urging you to hang up the phone. “uhm—” you cleared your throat awkwardly, “i wonder if she has any idea that i’d fuck her senseless if only she’d let me.” your mind drifted off to rafe again, and the way he was looking at you before you left; as if he knew you something you didn’t.

“tell her that next time you talk to her.” you shot back, rolling your eyes as he muttered a ‘i will.’

deciding to move into the cabin inside the druthers, rafe slid the door shut behind him before be turned the lights off, a groan leaving his lips as he took a seat on the couch. “so why’d you call me? you know, since you’re obviously interested in someone else.” rafe scoffed, rolling the tension out of his shoulders before blinking up at the ceiling. he was amused by everything that came out of your mouth. “i’m not interested in anyone else. i think i have you figured out, and if i’m right then this couldn’t be anymore perfect.”

rafe imagined you being the one on the phone with him right now, your hand in between your thighs as you got off to the sound of his voice. he imagined you wearing nothing, those pretty tits of yours on full display. “and if you’re wrong?” you teased. “i’m not. i can’t be.” while you had no idea who he could be envisioning, you had no problem waiting for the day to prove him right or otherwise. “i guess we’ll just have to play the waiting game until we can’t anymore..” rafe hummed in agreement. “well that won’t be very long then.”

you hoped not.

there was a beat of silence before rafe’s voice sounded through your receiver. “sooo.. what are you wearing right now?” you groaned, the cliché and overused line making you shake your head. “you have seriously got to come up with something better to initiate this,” you fiddled with the string of your robe, “but i’ll work with you just this once.” if only you could see the look on rafe’s face right now. “sorry i’m not an experienced phone sex expert, i prefer my sexual encounters in person.” he laughed when you cursed under your breath. “ugh, goodnight.”

while rafe thought you were joking, you had really hung up on him, leaving him both turned on and frustrated.

[10:57 PM] brattydiaries: 1 attachment

[10:57 PM] brattydiaries: and to think.. i really wanted to touch myself. oh well, i’ll see you around ‘country club’

rafe was pissed when he opened your message and saw a picture of you completely naked in your silk robe, his cock stirring at the sight. he could’ve had you rubbing your clit by now if only he would’ve went easy with the remarks.

[11:00 PM] countryclub: you’re gonna make me work hard for it aren’t you.

[11:01 PM] brattydiaries: oh, you have no idea.

and that’s exactly what rafe did. he was persistent, making sure to call you every single night after that until you finally approved of his efforts. he knew from the moment he heard you moan on the phone that it was all worth it.

“f-fuckk, i can’t!” you cried out in frustration as rafe denied you another orgasm. you’ve been at this for an hour now, your panties drenched with your arousal as he taunted you on the other line. “yes you fucking can, you don’t cum until i let you, you understand?” you huffed, your clit aching with sensitivity as you shuddered at his words. “you made me wait all this time to get you like this, you can hold out just a little bit more for me.” rafe grunted, his own hand palming himself through his boxers.

you shuddered, your eyes fluttering shut as he told you all about the things he’d do if he had you there with him. “i’d fucking wreck you, baby,” he moaned, thinking about fucking you to tears until you couldn’t handle it, “fuck’ that attitude right out of you and get you all pathetic and desperate. just like you are right now.” you were at the point where you couldn’t even touch yourself anymore, your orgasm being just in arm’s reach. “please!” you whimpered, your thighs trembling with the need to let go, “i’ve come close so many times already.”

as odd as it may sound, rafe hasn’t let himself cum ever since you two started having phone sex. messaging each other and sending pictures was different— but now that he had your voice in his ears, it made everything feel real. he swore to himself that he wouldn’t let himself finish until he had you in the palms of his hands. maybe it was a way for him to torture himself, but he was determined to make it happen. you were going to be his no matter how long it’d take.

“you’ve gotten so good at begging me for it, you don’t even put up a fight with me anymore.” rafe laughed, thinking about all the times that you were the one turning him down, now you found yourself being completely at his mercy. “..fuck you.” you whined, writhing under your sheets. “soon enough.” rafe whispered, still listening to your pleads. “i could make myself cum right now,” you said breathlessly, “..and you wouldn’t even be able to stop me.” rafe’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“do that and you won’t hear from me for three weeks straight. thank god for a block button, right?” you scoffed, your chest rising and falling as you rubbed your thighs together. “matter of fact.. just for that poor excuse of a threat, you’re not cumming at all.” you didn’t get to rebuttal before he hung up, your eyes widening before you groaned. asshole.

“okay, i love our little bottomless mimosa dates but i’m still recovering from last night.” chanel laughed, adjusting the sunnies on her nose. you and your group of girlfriends were out on the patio at the country club, your table filled with fruity drinks and half empty glasses. “oh my god, you should’ve been there, y/n! it got so crazy that someone called the cops and the whole thing had to get shut down.”

you were only paying half attention to what was being said, majority of your focus being.. elsewhere. specifically— rafe out on the golf field, his skin glistening with sweat as the blazing outer banks sun beat down on him. “it sounds crazy.” you hummed, nodding even though you only heard the first half of chanel’s sentence. she eyed you, following your line of vision before a smug grin pulled at her lips.

“so.. how come you’ve been m.i.a?” just as rafe looked up to meet your gaze, you snapped out of your reverie, blinking away. “forreal, it’s like you’ve disappeared these past few weeks.” you looked around at your friends, a nervous laugh escaping from you. how do you even explain to anyone— let alone your best friends, that you haven’t been to any parties or hangouts because you’re too busy getting talked through your third, sometimes fourth, orgasm of the night?

it’s simple; you don’t.

“i’ve been doing a lot of stuff for my parents. it just gets so tiring sometimes, you know?” chanel knew you were lying, but that was a conversation for another time. thankfully, no one questioned you any further and you were free to look back at the man who, for some reason unbeknownst to you, has been plaguing your mind. ever since your little awkward debacle on his boat, you two hadn’t really interacted with one another except the weird lingering stares you’d catch each other doing. you’d be lying if you said things didn’t feel a little bland without having him around as much.

“i’ll be right back.” you excused yourself, swinging your purse over your shoulder as you made your way inside. taking a seat at the empty bar, you looked around cautiously before opening your tumblr messages.

[3:08 PM] brattydiaries: i have on a super short skirt today.. maybe you could catch me somewhere

you stared at the screen for a minute, hoping he’d answer right away before you sighed to yourself and rested your chin in your hand. apart of you couldn’t help but feel bad. you should be outside with your friends right now, engaging in the latest island drama and raving about celebrity gossip but instead you’re here at a bar all by yourself feeling pathetic as ever because you couldn’t help but grow semi-attached to this ‘countryclub’ guy.

“can i buy you something to drink?” you looked up at rafe as he took a seat next to you, his large frame still towering over you even while he was sitting down. your heart started beating in your ears at the close proximity, your eyebrows pinching together at the overwhelming feeling currently swimming in your tummy. you never got nervous in front of guys, but all of a sudden rafe’s thigh is brushing against yours and now you’re shy? gross.

“i was just leaving actually.” you cleared your throat, avoiding the burn of his stare on the side of your face as you quickly scooted out from your chair. you didn’t even get to get up before rafe pushed your seat back in. “i wanna talk to you.” he sounded like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, the firmness in his tone making you swallow thickly. staring at him for a few moments, you obliged, but not before ordering the most expensive thing on the drink menu.

“so what do you want?” you faced him, watching as he downed his scotch. “i, uhm— are you busy this weekend?” arching a brow, you thanked the bartender once he slid your overly dressed up cocktail in front of you. “yes, very.” no, you weren’t, but he didn’t need to know that. “well.. i would really appreciate it if you could make the time to come over to my place, ‘say around seven?” you blinked, not understanding clearly. “what’s the occasion?” you asked confusingly. “no, not a party. just us two.”

that grabbed your attention immediately. you sat there, replaying his words in your head until it finally registered. “just us? at your house this weekend at seven o’clock?” he nodded. “i already told you i’m never having sex with you, rafe.” the man in front of you rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. “god, y/n,” he groaned, “as much as you’re breaking my heart right now, that’s not the reason why i’m inviting you over.” you giggled at the annoyed expression on his face, flipping your hair over your shoulder as he glared at you intently.

“so what’s the reason then? why would i ever go over to your place, rafe? enlighten me. please.” while rafe was secretly hoping you’d just agree and go on with your day, he should’ve known you weren’t going to be easy to obtain. sighing, he leaned in closer, his chest brushing the side of your shoulder. “look; last time we were by ourselves you told me that you didn’t like me because i was talking about you first, which by the way— i want to apologize for,” he started, “i feel like we got off on the wrong foot and i wanna start over.” you turned your head, his face just inches away from your own.

“i should’ve never said anything about you without knowing you first.” you two stayed silent for what felt like an eternity before you softly nudged him away. “okay, i get it, you don’t have to get all softie on me, rafe.” the corner of his lips tugged into a smile when he saw how flustered you got. “is that a yes?” you almost lost it when his fingers brushed yours, your stomach bursting with buttetflies at the small action. “fine,” you sighed, “but i still don’t like you.” rafe blinked slowly, restraining himself from jumping out of his chair. “that’s fine, i’m not asking you to.”

just as you were going to smart mouth him, your phone dinged! with a message from chanel. “well thanks for the drink, i’m going back out.” rafe watched you get up, his eyes trailing down your figure until they settled on your bare legs, your heels clicking against the floor as you walked off. “hey, y/n?” you spun around at the sound of his voice, muttering a ‘what?!’ before he winked.

“cute skirt.”

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[scoupsakakitty]

Hii, I see that your req is open :). Can I request for seventeen 14th member that got into car accident and the other member's reaction?

Signed with Worry | Seventeen x 14thMember | angst, fluff

tw: car accident, hospital

Seungcheol’s phone buzzed on the table, an unknown number flashing on the screen. Frowning, he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Is this Choi Seungcheol?”

The serious tone of the woman’s voice immediately put him on edge. “Yes, who’s this?”

“This is Nurse Kim from Seoul General Hospital.”

His grip on the phone tightened. “Seoul General? Why—what happened? Is someone hurt?”

There was a brief pause before she responded, voice calm but firm. “I’m calling regarding Y/N. We need you to come in as soon as possible to sign her discharge papers.”

His heart dropped. “Discharge papers? What—why is she there? What happened to her?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but for safety and privacy reasons, I can’t disclose medical details over the phone. The doctor will explain everything once you arrive.”

Seungcheol felt a lump form in his throat. His mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. “But—she’s okay, right? Please, just tell me if it’s serious.”

A small pause. “She’s stable.”

That wasn’t enough. But it was all he was going to get.

“I’ll be there right away.”

By the time he hung up, his face was pale. The room had gone silent, all twelve members staring at him in alarm.

“What’s wrong?” Joshua asked carefully.

“Hospital,” Seungcheol said, his voice tight. “Y/N’s there.”

The reaction was instant.

“What?!” Hoshi’s eyes widened.

“Why?” Mingyu demanded.

“I don’t know.” Seungcheol ran a hand through his hair. “The nurse wouldn’t tell me over the phone.”

That was all it took for them to grab their things and run out the door.

As soon as they arrived at the hospital, the thirteen of them stormed through the entrance, heading straight for the reception desk.

“Y/N L/N,” Seungcheol said breathlessly. “She’s supposed to be discharged. Where is she?”

The nurse behind the desk barely blinked at the group of frantic men in front of her. “She’s in room 304, waiting for her discharge paperwork.”

Before she could say anything else, they were already rushing down the hall.

Pushing open the door to room 304, Seungcheol felt his chest tighten at the sight of Y/N sitting on the hospital bed, fully dressed, a small bandage on her forehead.

She blinked in surprise when she saw all thirteen of them pile into the room.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “I was expecting just Seungcheol.”

“Too bad,” Jeonghan muttered, arms crossed.

“Are you okay?” DK asked immediately, scanning her up and down.

Y/N sighed. “Guys, I’m fine. It was just a small accident.”

“Small accident?!” Seungkwan’s voice cracked. “You’re in a hospital!”

“They’re literally discharging me right now,” she said.

Before the panic could escalate, the doctor walked in, surprised to see so many people squeezed into the small room.

“Ah, you must be Y/N’s family?” he said, glancing at Seungcheol.

“She has thirteen very worried brothers,” Joshua answered.

The doctor chuckled. “Well, to ease your concerns—Y/N was in a minor car accident. She sustained a mild concussion and a small cut on her forehead that required two stitches. Other than that, she’s in good condition and cleared to go home.”

The members let out a collective breath, relief washing over them.

Mingyu, still not convinced, clapped his hands together. “Okay! I’m carrying her to the car.”

“For the last time, no,” Y/N groaned. “I can walk.”

“But—”

“She said no,” Seungcheol cut in, still in protective leader mode. “Let’s just take her home before one of you actually gives the hospital a reason to keep us here.”

As they left the hospital together, the tension finally eased, replaced by their usual playful bickering. Despite everything, Y/N couldn’t help but smile—she might have gotten hurt, but she’d never felt safer.

[yours-truly-q]

Even when he's running late, Caleb will never forget your kiss <3

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1k words, sfw, no warnings, for those who want to know this was based on the 24 hour schedule that was released for Caleb [:

<3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆

Caleb's late because you asked him ONCE that morning for him to stay a bit longer in bed with you and took that as an invitation to just spend another hour-ish in bed with you.

Now he's late because he just couldn't bare to leave you that morning

"Fuck!" You hear Caleb swear along with a thud. You huff, amused at his obscenity, while debating whether you're going to get up now to see what happened or just wait to ask him later. Grumbling, you shift in the bed and curl up, thinking about your options. As you curl up in the comfortable warm of the bed another crash resounds through the house and you sigh.

Groaning you tiredly sit up, clumsily pulling your blanket around your shoulders. With what felt like momentous effort, you haul yourself to your feet, waiting a moment to stabilize yourself before shuffling out of yours and Caleb's bedroom and towards the sound of profanities and the clattering objects.

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, you look down the hallway before you see Caleb rush haphazardly from one room to the other, a repeating rant of "shit, shit, shit" following behind him. Curious, you glance from the room Caleb just entered to the clock on his nightstand and 'oh, it's 7:40 am' so not only did he miss his morning physical training, but he's going to be late getting to the fleet. You snort and slowly let your tired eye gaze back to the room Caleb is in.

"Pipsqueak?" Caleb's smooth voice calls out in a questioning tone, then a moment later, his head pops out from the side of the door. The moment his eyes lock onto your form, a bright grin slips onto his face.

"Are you...laughing at me being late?" Caleb asks, slowly strolling towards your form in the doorway like he has all the time in the world and isn't incredibly late. You roll your eyes and nod, fighting back a yawn.

"Of course I was, the feet space Coronel of all people is late. Plus as well seeing you skid around the house in a panic is kinda funny. " You explain, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"Well, if I remember correctly, the only reason I'm late is because someone wouldn't let me go when I tried to get out of bed." Raising an eyebrow, Caleb lets a knowing smirk pull at his features.

"In my defence, I don't need to get up today aaaaand you should've just... got up." You mumble your weak argument as you glance away from Caleb, your eyes naturally falling on the ticking clock.

"Anyway, don't you have to leave, like, right now?" You change the subject, eyes still fixated on those ticking hands. Caleb frowns at the reminder while he lets his hands reach out to hold your hips, thumbs rubbing at the fabric of your sleep clothes.

Then suddenly Caleb clears his throat, causing you to gaze at him inquisitively, before he states in a slightly mirth-filled voice, "I do, but before I rush out the door like a mad man-"

"You are a mad man-" You add on quietly under your breath, but Caleb's pointed expression tells you that he heard that. You grin cheekily.

"...I have one last thing I need to do." He mumbles in a low tone as you feel his fingers flex over your clothing.

Then he leans in, a soft kiss pressed gently against your forehead, warmth immediately spreading from the area, leaving a sense of comfort in its wake. A smile tugs at your face, your eyes slowly shutting as you try to savour this feeling. The feeling of being so loved and cared for on this average, early morning.

Caleb's affectionate arms slide around your back, resting on your waist, and subsequently pulling you closer into his kiss and his warm embrace. Then all too soon, Caleb's lips have pulled away and you can feel the small pout that starts to pull at your face.

However, before you can open your eyes, another kiss is pressed to your cheek, the same amount of love pouring off of the action, then another to your cheek, then your nose, and before you know it, Caleb starts to drown you in his affections. His lips (that are now curled into an adoring smile) press clumsily into any patch of skin it can find, filled with so much burning passion that it almost puts you into a daze. The ticklish feeling of his mouth dragging across your skin (dragging because you both know he hates the idea of parting with you more that anything) causes you to squirm and push against and away from him. His arms only tighten around you.

You laugh, throwing your head back as a result, and try to pull yourself away again. That only leads him to kiss from your shoulder all the way up past your neck and to your jaw, leaving the skin tingling and warm.

"Caleb!" You manage to squeal out while another giggle ripples through your body. This doesn't deter his violent assault in the slightest, though.

"You're gonna be even more late!" You huff out between laughs, then you finally find that his kisses slow to a reluctant stop.

He sighs as he looks at you, his head resting on your shoulder. As you look towards this man's face, you find a smile that holds so much love paired with eyes that glimmer with joy, stare back at you in adoration.

"Fine, I'll go, but just one more before I leave." He mumbles, eyes glancing down to your lips before he leans in again. His mouth pushes gently against your own while his fingers rub tenderly into your back. Then, after a moment passes, he pulls back unwillingly because he knows if he doesn't leave now, he won't leave at all.

Even much later, when he's writing some reports at his desk, his mind will think back to that morning you two spent together and he won't be able to hide that longing smile that tugs at his face.

He was SO late that morning but he didn't care one bit because he got to spend those few moments that he'll cherish forever with you. You think I'm joking but I'm not, he won't ever forget that day because of how domestic and silly that morning was. It was everything he wanted and more

He just loves you

<3

This was supposed to be a short drabble, but then I started writing and now it's a 1k fic. I don't think I've written so much before in my life 😭 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and if you see any mistake, no you don't (Pls tell me in all seriousness though!!) [:

[loves1ckmoth]

TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCES

Part 2 of Missions Hinderance

S1!Sevika x New Hire!Reader

Warnings ♡: fem!reader, sevikas flirts with reader, silco, vi and jinx are mentioned, pet names (doll, dolly), she's nosy

Word Count ♡: 1110

Recently, in your break time, you’ve absorbed yourself in sketching. In the past couple of days, Sevika’s arm has become your target of interest. She had gotten in a fight with some… released prisoner of Stillwater and subsequently ruined it. At first, it started with simple sketches of what it used to look like. Now, it’s full-on development sketches of what a new one would look like for her.

You’ve tried your best to keep quiet about it. You’ve tried hiding it from her whenever she peers into your office or your shoulder at the bar after work. Once she notices your wariness about it, she’s only become more interested in it. While most of that curiosity is just her nosiness, she hides it behind wanting to make sure you’re not developing anything against Silco. Once, she even tried to get the help of Jinx to swoop in and grab them for her, but the girl wasn’t interested because she had her own thing going on.

So that’s how she ends up here, glaring at you from across the Last Drop while her cards lie scattered across the table. The howling and yelping of everyone else in the bar does nothing to soothe her irritation. The bottle she had been nursing lay shattered on the floor and you remain unbothered on your stool, pencil in hand. She watches as the bartender attempts to make small talk despite your indifference.

She eyes your hair, still tied up the way she taught you only a couple of weeks before this point. “Continue your game alone, boys. I’ve got something to attend to.” Her voice boomed as she stood, making her way over to you. You’re distracted with your drink, and she smirks.

As she looms closer, you don’t seem to notice, likely passing her off as just another drunk wandering around. But when she peers over your shoulder, you jolt. You swing around to face her, hiding the papers behind you as best you can.

“Sevika!” Your voice is loud, putting on a mask of cheerfulness to hide your obvious panic. She smiles wider as a bead of sweat drops from your neck. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She lingers for a moment, letting you panic internally before she decides to speak. “Those papers. I know Silco doesn’t pay for overtime. So what has been occupying your hands lately? You seem intent on hiding it from me.”

Your face loses its color as you try to come up with an excuse. It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong. But the idea of showing her that you paid attention to every minute detail of how she used her arm before she lost it would be embarrassing. “Just... Sketches?”

Her crooked lips form a snarky grin. You’re cornered and she’ll finally get the answer she wants. “Tell me what they are, doll.” You felt a chill crawl up your spine at her commanding voice and a flush bloom across your face. “Designs.” You murmur as you hand it over to her.

She takes them gingerly in her hand and looks them over. Extensive and intricate designs of her arm, with and without shimmer. There are at least 10 different pages of designs and tools to embed within the arm. Just over the pages, she can see you waiting for some kind of response. Whether that’s praise or admonishment, she can tell you’re eager to receive either.

“This is… interesting. How did you get these measurements?” She watches you fumble patiently as you try to explain. When you open your mouth to spout out some barely believable excuse, she raises a brow, a silent warning. “I took your arm from the scene.” You admit quietly.

She huffs a laugh and watches you look up at her through your lashes. “That’s where it had gone? I thought someone else down here took it to sell it from scraps. Or that blue brat took it for her inventions. Not that our navigator took it for herself.”

She leans forward slightly to come down to your height and get in your face. You find it more demeaning than you would’ve if she had fully bent down. “You're gonna make me a new arm, Dolly?” She teases, gently playing with your loose hair. When you offer a hesitant shrug in response, she sighs and stands back up.

“I’d rather you do it than Jinx. Janna knows what she’d do to it.” she pretends to be disinterested but watches out of the corner of her eyes as those wide, searching eyes of yours only get bigger. She’s not sure how you do it.

“Would you like me to?” You whisper back and her heart quivers. She pretends to think about it, leans back on one leg, and looks up at the roof. She huffs after a minute of making you wait. “Sure, why not? I’d like to have my arm back.”

She smirks to herself at the way your eyes light up. “Unless you’re too busy, then I’ll get Jinx to” “I’ll do it!” You shout, interrupting her. She manages to hide her smile as you rush to explain yourself. “I’ll make the arm.”

She loves to play the game and adores how you fall in place just how she needs you to. “How long will it take you to get it done? I’ll give you any materials you need if Jinx can’t.” You look over your things, eyes focused on how you’ll do it. “Maybe a couple of weeks? It requires a lot of work and there's a bunch of details to it. I can use scrap parts from that old arm. The metal can still be worked on, but I’ll have to melt parts down to make them useable again.”

She watches as you continue to ramble on before putting a hand on your shoulder. “So a couple weeks?” You flush from embarrassment and nod. “Good. I’ll see to it that Silco lessens your workload to help you get this done faster.” You smile widely, and that thumping in her chest begins again.

“Thank you, Sevika.” You say happily, and she returns to her table while you begin to furiously sketch at the bar. The men at her table whistle and jab her in the side. “Who’s the little lady?” One jeer, blowing foul cigar smoke in her face. She scowls at him and rolls her eyes.

“A coworker. Mind your own.” They continue to nag at her while going back to their game, but that subtle acceleration of her heart continues even when she's away from you, and it won't seem to go away.

Hi everyone!! I had another idea for Sevika and thought it would be cute to add this as a second part to it :3 Hope you like it ♡♡ Reblogs and likes are the most appreciated ♡

[m-jelly]

Anything for my girls

Tension filled the room as impending doom dawned on the poor man kneeling in the dark office. He'd messed up for the last time and been caught as a rat. People had been watching him for a while, and he'd been given multiple chances, but the money was too good. Now, it was all over.

The room was large, but it felt so small at that moment. His hands were tied behind him while a guard firmly gripped his shoulder. The carpet felt uncomfortable under his knees, his throat was dry, and his body shook with fear. Ahead of him were two chairs angled a little as they faced the varnished desk. A computer sat to the side of it, and sitting at the head in a big leather chair with a look of murder was his boss.

The man believed his boss had gotten softer since he'd married and had a daughter, but he was deeply wrong. The iron fist that belonged to Levi Ackerman was harsher than ever when someone betrayed or put others at risk. Life was more precious than ever.

He flinched when Levi lifted his teacup and sipped a little as he listened to the guard's report, his boss's eyes never leaving him. Levi might have removed his blazer, but there was just something so commanding and imposing about his outfit. He wore a dark blue smart shirt with a tight black waistcoat. His guns rested in his over-the-shoulder holsters.

Levi placed his cup down, moved it so it was perfect and then parted his lips to speak. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I cleared your debts, I helped you with your family, I gave you a home, food, friends and money."

"S-Sir."

He slammed a knife into his desk. "I wasn't done talking." He turned the knife as he glared at the man. "I gave you a lot and my trust, yet you disrespect me like this?" He leaned across the desk. "In my own home?"

The man shook more as his bladder threatened to release. "I'm s-sorry!"

Levi rose to his feet and strolled around to the man pleading, bedding and sobbing on the floor. He yanked his knife free and took it with him. When he reached the front of the man, he came to a stop. Levi backed up a little to avoid getting spit on his shiny, smart shoes.

Levi tapped the bottom of his knife against the underside of the man's chin. "Tch, look at you. It's always I'm sorry. Sorry you were caught. Tell me the truth." He leaned down and spoke against his ear. "Would have continued fucking me over if I didn't catch you?"

"I-I-I."

The door of his office opened slowly. Levi was ready to shout at whoever it was, but then his heart filled with pure love and joy. His sweet little two-year-old girl, Lilly, had escaped you and come to see him. It was like second nature to everyone in the room. The guards dragged me man away, and Levi put his knife in its sheath above his bum.

Lilly gasped in delight, her pigtails bouncing as she ran over in her pink dress covered in bunnies. "Daddy!"

Levi felt panic for a moment; he still had his guns on him, and he needed to get rid of his weapons, but Lilly was rushing towards him. "Sweet little bunny!" He chuckled as she hugged his legs. "Hello." He ran his hand over her head before looking up at the most beautiful woman in the world, you. He lovingly said your name. "You look..."

You smiled as you walked over. "Thank you." You handed Lilly her bag and toy. "Go sit down while I help Daddy." You hugged Levi as soon as Lilly ran. "I'll get your guns and knife."

Levi growled at feeling your hands on him, your warm body against his, your hot breath on his ear, and your divine scent wrapping around him. "Fuck, you smell and feel good."

You kissed his cheek. "Down, boy." You pulled back with his things. "Go see your daughter. She has stickers for you."

He chuckled. "Stickers, huh? Exciting."

You winked. "Sorry we interrupted something."

"I'll take care of it later. You and Lilly are far more important." He scooped up Lilly, making her squeal with laughter. "Come here, trouble." He kissed her puffy cheek. "Mummy says you have stickers." He sat at his desk with Lilly on his lap. "What have you got for me?"

She patted her bag. "Here."

He opened it for her and pulled out a book of stickers. "Oh wow, so many bunnies."

She took one and stuck it on Levi's waistcoat over his pec. "Bunny."

"Yes, cute bunny." He flicked his gaze up as you perched on his desk.. "You look so tasty."

You smirked at him. "Thank you. You look incredible. The bunny sticker looks perfect on you. The more she adds, the better."

Levi chuckled. "I think so, too. She's even adding some to my desk."

"That man..." You reached over and moved some of his soft hair. "Was he the one you told me about?"

"Yes." He moved his teacup away from Lilly's reach. "I'll deal with it later."

You leaned over his desk, flashing him your cleavage. You lightly tapped a sticker on his chest. "With all these on you?"

"Makes me more intimidating." He looked down at Lilly. "Right?"

Lilly gasped at Levi before giggling. "Daddy."

He kissed the side of her head. "See?" He looked up at you. "Now, give me some sugar."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "Mm, love you."

"Love you, forever."

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[jazzy96scorpio]

Forty-Seven Minutes in Heaven

Stuck With My Professor

Description: A student and her professor get stuck in an elevator. Awkward, right? Not for long. Turns out, they've both got a bit of a crush on each other. Throw in some dark elevator anxiety, a little hand-holding, and a whole lot of flirting, and suddenly that elevator's feeling pretty cozy.....you know how it goes. 😉

Pairing: You / Reed Richards

Warnings ⚠️: Adult content, Minors do not interact, Romantic/suggestive content, student/professor relationship, anxiety attack (small space), kissing/touching.

Word count: 1,3 k

I wrote this for 47 minutes in Heaven challenge. By @toomanystoriessolittletime

His name was Reed Richards. Brown eyes, a tumble of brown curls, and a kindness that seemed to radiate from him – he was undeniably handsome. You'd noticed it from the back row of his quantum physics class, the way his gaze lingered, the soft curve of his smile when you offered an insightful answer. It was flattering, yes, but it also sent a flutter of nervous energy through you.

One day after class, he asked you to stay. "Just a moment," he said, his voice a low, resonant hum. "About your essay."

Your heart did a little dance. He praised your work, his eyes sparkling. "Excellent," he said, "truly remarkable insights."

"Thank you, Professor Richards," you replied.

"Reed," he corrected, his smile widening. "Please, call me Reed."

As your conversation ended, you found yourselves walking toward the elevator together.

"Going down?" he asked, and opened the door for you.

"Yes, thank you," you said, stepping inside.

The doors slid shut, and a comfortable silence settled between you. Then, a sudden lurch, and the elevator stopped. The lights flickered, dimmed, and died, plunging you into near darkness.

"Oh," you gasped, your hand instinctively reaching for the wall.

"Don't worry," Reed said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Probably just a temporary power outage."

He pressed the emergency button, but nothing happened. A faint hum of the emergency lights flickered on, casting long, distorted shadows.

"Looks like we're stuck for a bit," he said and looked at you.

Your heart pounded. "This is…unexpected," you managed, your voice a little shaky.

"Indeed," Reed said, his voice low. "But it gives us a chance to continue our conversation."

"About my essay?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"It's not just your essay," he said, his voice softer. "I've been really impressed with you all semester. You understand things so well, and you're very mature for your age."

You smiled at him, "Thank you, Reed," you managed, the compliment making you both thrilled and even more nervous. "That's very kind of you to say."

"It's simply the truth," he said, his voice sincere. "You have a unique perspective, and a passion for learning that's truly inspiring."

He paused, and in the dim light you could see his eyes fixed on your face. "I find it…refreshing."

You swallowed, your heart pounding against your ribs. The air in the elevator felt thick with unspoken tension. "I…I enjoy your class," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "You make even the most difficult concepts understandable."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, his voice softer now. "Because I enjoy having you in my class. You're a bright light."

He took a step closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Actually, I'm glad we got stuck. I've been wanting to tell you this."

Just as you were about to respond, the emergency lights flickered violently, then died completely, leaving you in absolute darkness.

A wave of panic washed over you, cold and sharp. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

"Hey, it's alright," Reed's voice, a low, reassuring rumble, cut through the darkness. "I'm right here."

You felt his hand find yours, his touch warm and grounding. "I... I hate the dark," you stammered, your voice trembling. "And small spaces."

"I know," he said, his voice gentle. "Just breathe with me, okay? In...and out..."

He guided your breathing, his voice a soothing rhythm against the frantic pounding of your heart. You tried to focus on his words, on the warmth of his hand in yours, but the darkness was disorienting, amplifying your fear.

"I can't..." you whispered, your voice thick with panic.

"Yes, you can," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Just trust me. I won't let anything happen to you."

Suddenly, his other arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. His embrace was firm, comforting. His warmth seeped into you, chasing away some of the chill that had gripped your body. You could feel his heart beating against your own.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice close to your ear. "Just breathe. I'm here."

He held you tightly, his hand gently stroking your back. His scent, a blend of sandalwood and something uniquely about him, filled your senses. His touch was gentle, his hands so warm you could feel you will melt if he keeps holding you like that.

"Try to think of something else," he whispered. "Something happy. A memory, a place... anything."

You closed your eyes, trying to imagine peaceful image. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, began to calm the frantic beating of your own heart.

He continued to whisper soft words of comfort.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "You're doing great. Just breathe. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

The emergency lights flickered back to life, casting a soft, yellow glow across the elevator. Reed was still holding you, his arms tightly around you. You looked up at him, and he smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes.

"See?" he said softly. "You're alright. You did great."

He held you for a moment longer, then slowly pulled back, his hands lingering on your arms. "You were very brave," he said, "It's perfectly normal to be afraid, especially in a situation like this."

A few minutes passed, the silence was between you, then as if to break the tension, he said, "Well, since it seems we might be here for a while, perhaps we should make ourselves comfortable."

He gestured to the floor, and you both sat down, leaning against the cool metal walls.

He started a casual conversation, asking about your studies, your interests, your dreams. He listened intently, his eyes fixed on you. He seemed genuinely interested in everything you had to say.

His kindness was palpable, his presence calming. You felt your nervousness fading, replaced by a sense of ease.

"So," he said, "are you…single?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Yes," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

A slow, warm smile spread across his face. "Good," he said softly. "Because I was thinking…maybe we should get some coffee after this. If we ever get out of here, that is."

"I'd like that," you said, your own smile mirroring his.

You could notice he blushed a little, "Really?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.

"Yes," you said, your courage growing. "I like you, Reed."

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and something undeniably like joy, in their depths. "You do?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Yes," you confirmed, your gaze locking with his.

"I do," you repeated, your voice a little stronger this time, meeting his gaze. "I've…I've admired you for a while now."

A soft laugh escaped his lips, a sound that was both surprised and delighted. "Admired me?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. "I thought I was the only one doing the admiring."

"You were admiring me?" you asked.

"From the moment you walked into my class," he confessed, his voice low. "Your intelligence, your passion... it's captivating." He paused, his gaze softening. "And, well, you're quite beautiful, too."

Your smiled and you met his gaze, a sense of daring emboldening you. "I've noticed you looking at me," you said, your voice a whisper. "And the way you smile…it always made me feel…seen."

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I wanted you to feel seen," he said, his voice husky. "I wanted you to know that I saw you, really saw you."

The air crackled with unspoken emotions. The close confines of the elevator, the shared vulnerability of the past few minutes, had created an intimacy that felt both fragile and powerful.

"So, we are going on a little date?" he asked, his voice a little breathless. "After this…adventure?"

"Definitely," you replied, your smile widening. "As long as we promise to take the stairs next time."

He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. "Deal," he said. "Though, I must admit, I'm rather enjoying this unexpected detour."

"Me too," you admitted, your heart fluttering. "Though, I'm also ready to get out of here."

"Of course," he said, "But I'm glad we had this time. To talk, to…connect."

"Me too," you whispered, your eyes locking with his.

A comfortable silence settled between you, but weariness crept in. Half hour already passed and you were really tired. You leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. The hum of the emergency lights was a low, soothing drone.

"You seem tired," he said, his voice soft, breaking the quiet.

"I am," you admitted, your voice a little raspy. "I haven't slept properly in nights."

"That's no good," he said, "What's been keeping you up?"

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to be honest. "Just…a lot of studying," you said, "and…things."

He nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. "Well," he said, "maybe this unexpected break will give you a chance to rest a little."

He shifted slightly, and you felt his gaze on you, warm and comforting. "You know," he said, his voice low, "you don't have to push yourself so hard. You're already doing incredibly well."

You meet his gaze. "Thank you," you said, a soft smile playing on your lips. "That means a lot."

"You look uncomfortable like that," he said, his voice soft with concern. "Come here."

He shifted closer, and with a gentle motion, he patted his shoulder. "Put your head here," he said. "Rest if you're tired."

You smiled and you leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. His enveloped you again, making your senses swim. The warmth of his body was a comforting.

Suddenly, you felt his hand reach for yours, his touch light and gentle. He turned your hand over, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your palm. "I like your nails," he murmured, his voice low.

You looked down at your hands, then back up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Thank you," you whispered.

He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on yours. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Instead of answering, you leaned in and kissed him first. It was a soft, tentative kiss, a question asked and answered in the space between your lips.

His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, yet still gentle. You could feel his breath warm against your skin, his own breathing quickening. A low groan escaped his lips.

"I want you," he whispered against your mouth, his voice husky. "So bad."

"I want you too," you breathed, your own desire mirroring his.

His hands gripped you tighter, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The kiss intensified, becoming a hungry exploration, a silent expression of the longing that had been building between you.

He slowly guided you to your feet, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. The hard press of his body against yours sent a shiver down your spine, the unmistakable bulge in his pants a tangible reminder of his desire.

He trailed kisses down your jawline, his lips lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Your skin is so soft…I can't resist." he whispered to your ear.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed your skin. "And your touch…it's driving me wild, Professor."

His hands explored your body, his touch sending waves of heat through you. "I want to feel every inch of you." he murmured.

"Show me, Professor...show me how much bad you want me." you say pulling him closer.

His hands slid beneath your skirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I crave your skin against mine...darling."

You let a low moan your heart pounding like crazy, "Don't stop. I need this...I need you."

He gently caressed your skin, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of your waist. "I've imagined this for so long." he murmured.

"Me too." you say kissing him one more time.

Then, his touch moved lower, his hand lightly brushing against your tights, lingering on the damp fabric of your panties. He teased, gently rubbing, sending waves of heat through you.

Just as the tension reached its peak, a sudden noise echoed through the elevator shaft. The doors slid open, revealing a startled maintenance worker.

"Oh, my apologies," he stammered, his eyes widening slightly. "There was a brief electricity shutdown. Everything should be back to normal now."

You quickly straightened your clothes, your heart still pounding.

You gathered your belongings, trying to regain your composure.

"Looks like we're free," Reed said, a hint of amusement in his voice, though his eyes held a smoldering intensity.

As you stepped out of the elevator, he took your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "So," he said, his voice low, "are we still on for that coffee?"

You smiled, a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling within you. "Of course," you replied. "Maybe…at your place?"

A slow, warm smile spread across his face. "I'd like that," he said, his voice husky. He squeezed your hand gently. "I'd like that very much."

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[deltarogers]

WHAT?

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Pregnant!Girlfriend!Reader

SUMMARY: You’ve been pregnant for nearly 3 months, and you haven’t been able to tell your boyfriend because you’ve been busy with missions. During one, you decide to drop the bomb, scared neither of you will come out alive.

WARNINGS: near death experience, angst to fluff, mentions of miscarriage

“Steve!” Your voice rang out, rushing towards your boyfriend. There was a scuffle in downtown Manhattan, and the Avengers had been called in, you and Steve included.

A small outburst led to thousands of AI manned drones to come in shooting at civilians, and you guys were trying to put an end to it.

Bruce had gotten out of control, and so had the drones, amounting to enough to cause a building to collapse.

And it was going to hit your boyfriend.

You rushed towards him shortly after calling his name, shoving him out of the way.

You nearly made it out yourself, but a large pillar had crushed your legs, searing pain coursing through your body.

Remain calm, you thought to yourself. You were 12 weeks pregnant, and you didn’t want to risk miscarrying.

“Y/n?!” You heard Steve call out right before he found you, rushing to your aid.

“Fuck- Steve…” You trailed off and he shook his head, trying to lift the pillar off of you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m going to get you out of this” He assured and kept trying. The more he pushed, the more he failed, and the more anxious you got.

“Steve” You said and he looked to you “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’m pregnant?” You asked and Steve paused, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, as if he didn’t hear what you said.

“What?” He said, his voice thick with venom. He was pissed, and that only made you more nervous.

“Steve- I’m sorry, please just-“ You trailed off, panic finally setting in.

“Right-“ He said, and it seemed, with the prospect of you being pregnant with his child, he lifted the pillar like it weighed nothing, his previous failures erased.

The ride in the aircraft back to the Avengers tower was painful, physically and emotionally. Steve wasn’t speaking to you, and your legs had never been in so much pain before.

You tried to hold yourself together, sitting in silence as your body throbbed and begged for relief, but you couldn’t, hissing and wincing at the pain.

“We’re almost there..” Nat said and you were more than happy for the comfort, not that you were getting any from your boyfriend.

You assumed he didn’t want the baby, and that he was pissed that you were pregnant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finically said, after pacing near the cockpit for 10 minutes at least.

“You were busy…there wasn’t a right time” You explained and he scoffed.

“You had plenty of opportunities…that excuse is bullshit” He retorted and that’s when you began to cry, frustrated that he didn’t understand.

That’s when it happened.

All the stress had gotten to you; getting hurt, Steve being angry, not telling him you were pregnant….

First it felt like cramps. Then there was a sharp pain that shot through your stomach, causing you to cry out as you nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Y/n? What’s going on, sweetheart…” Steve said quickly as he rushed to your side, helping you back up and into your seat.

“Hurts…” You muttered and Steve went into a frenzy.

“Stark! I need you to get us to the tower, NOW!” He cried out and Tony turned back, only to see you faint in Steve’s arms.

When you woke up, you realized almost instantly you were in the med bay, next to you sat Steve, his furrowed brows and worried expression were the first things you saw.

“Steve? Is the…” You started and he shook his head to silence you.

“The baby is okay” He assured and you sighed in relief.

“If you want to, you know…terminate, we can” You finally said after a few beats of silence. “If you don’t want this baby, we have options” She said to him.

Steve lifted his head surprise when he heard those words. “Absolutely not” He said sternly, which caught you off guard.

“I don’t want that, sweetheart” He said after taking a breath, his voice much calmer than before. “I was so upset that you didn’t tell me, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you” He apologized “I have been busy…and I’m sorry for that too” He added.

“It’s okay” You said to him, gently grabbing at one of his free hands, placing it on your small bump.

Steve didn’t let you work after that. Well….he did, but he wouldn’t allow you to come on missions, and you respected that, not wanting to worry him more than you had to.

Now, you were about 6 months along, baby bump full and large. You guys were having a girl, who was estimated to be 9 pounds. I guess that’s what happens when you get pregnant by a super soldier.

Waiting for Steve to come home every night was worrying, and he knew that. He didn’t mean to worry you, but he had to work, he wanted to.

When he came home this particular night, he was in a good mood, making his way to you, resting on the couch.

“Hi, Captain” You said with a teasing smile, holding out your arms for him as he sat down next to you. “How was work?” You asked him softly.

“Good, I missed you, and her” He said and gently placed a hand over your bump.

“Missed you too…we both did” You said before gently cupping his cheek in your hand, leaning down to press your lips to his.

Steve melted into the kiss, allowing your lips to move in nearly perfect sync, before pulling away for air.

“I love you…both” Steve muttered, moving down to press soft kisses to your stomach.

“We love you too. Steve” You said softly sighing in relief.

FIN.

A/N: Honestly did NOT have a solid ending in mind. Stay tuned for more Cap and a page revamp!!!

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Now that you mentioned ICP and how they are clowns

Image walking around the manor in ICP make up and giving Jason a scare or flash back cus of the joker and his ugly clown make up

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH

Weird neglected Black!reader was a juggalette for a short period of time. I mean, after Jason came back, you started wearing the makeup less and less, knowing what happened to him at that warehouse. So, you stopped putting on the makeup. One night, you came back from trick-or-treating with your friends. It was dark, and you had your face paint on: black, red, and white. You were complete, even with the hatchet. You came home to find Jason standing there, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost. The fear in his eyes was as strong as the seconds it took him to die. He had never felt so small before in his life. Yeah, he's bigger and taller now, but that doesn't mean a thing. That clown will find a way to hurt him and everyone he cares about. Your body loomed over him, and the hatchet wasn’t making it any better. He couldn't tell if it was real or fake, and believe me, he didn’t want to know. You moved closer to him, and now he was having a full-on panic attack. He was on the floor, screaming to get away from him, tears streaming down his face. You were confused until you realized that the makeup was still on your face. You dropped the hatchet, and it flopped to the ground as if it were made of plastic—and it was. You quickly wiped the makeup off your face, leaving it smeared around your dark skin.

"Jay, don't worry, it's me. It just makes up, see?" You wipe some more to show him that your skin wasn't a pale white like the clown prince of crime.

"It's fake." You get closer to him, moving away like a scared child. Everyone has been treating your older brother like he's 23 when he's just 15; he's not a grown man at all—he's a little kid in a man's body. You get closer.

He's screaming at you to get away; he's on the tile floor, crying. You don't know what to do. You're trying to tell him that the hatchet is just plastic; you're trying to explain that it's not real, but he's horrified. It doesn't take long for the rest of the Batfam to stop their horror movie marathon to see what's happening. There’s Jason on the ground, crying, with you standing over him. The white on your face from the dark carnival makeup tells them everything. Dick pushes you away, Tim and Steph staring daggers at you. Cass and Duke come running with blankets, while Bruce and Barbara are pulling you aside to have a long, wordy chat with you. Let's just say that this wasn't what Halloween was supposed to be like, and you were sorry—really sorry—but they didn't want to hear it. You got nasty looks from them all; they looked up to January.

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank

“season” 3, part 1

adult content featured, read at own discretion

trigger warnings for this series — we will explore longing for pregnancy/fertility issues/etc.

3:03 am

you gazed outside to the darkness of the backyard, sipping on the ice cold water from the cup.

another dream, you woke up from in a panic. you had carefully slipped out of bed next to heeseung, knowing nothing could wake that man up.

another sad dream, you had to wake up to a non-swollen belly. you frowned looking down, able to see your feet. with a sigh, you finished the water, placing the cup in the sink carefully when you felt a pair of hands on your waist.

a soft kiss to your neck, followed up to your cheek, then a playful bite to your ear. the soft hands turned you around, trapping you to the counter top. you looked up to sunghoon, he gave you a soft smile, showing off his pointy teeth.

“mhm, can’t sleep?” he mumbled and you shook your head. he kissed your forehead, all while lifting the old long teeshirt you slept in, bunching it at your waist.

instead of a sigh of disappointment you let out a sigh of relief as his finger tips traced over your cold skin.

“tell ni-ki to shut it off.” sunghoon whispered as he left kisses down your neck line.

he was referring to the imprint—mind reading, emotional bond you and ni-ki had going on the past few months. the one that saved your life.

you don’t know how you did it, but if you chanted in your mind a few times for ni-ki to please mind his own, he could and wouldn’t hear you with his brothers. he even knew when you were being serious or just doing it to be a brat and bad mouth him.

sunghoon, slowly placed his lips on yours, gripping the shirt at your hips, leaving you bare below for him. with one hand, he kept your hips flushed against the counter, the other, used quickly to remove the only piece of clothing he slept in. his boxers.

sunghoon sat you on top of the counter, your bare bottom cold from impact, but then he slid you to the edge, leaning down to his knees to kneel in front.

“tongue first, dick second.”

sunghoon flattened his tongue against your folds, your head falling back against the cabinets, your left hand going to rest in his hair. your teeth caught on your bottom lip to not disturb anyone upstairs. although with them, most probably already heard you and sunghoon.

as usual, sunghoon knew the right spots to get you to the edge, only to bring you back down, with a tease.

“please don’t tease, hoon. not tonight.” you begged between a gasp as he nipped your clit.

sunghoon stood up to meet your eyes, worry behind his, but gave you a kiss to show he was there if you needed to talk.

he knew you loved the tease, so something was wrong, but he wasn’t going to push it. not tonight. not right now.

he leaned back down to his favorite thigh, and sunk his teeth in for a quick feeding, your mouth immediately falling open with no noise to come out. your hand gripped his shoulder as he bit unusually harder.

in no time, he stood back up and entered his heavy, thick, cock into you, stretching you out amazingly, your eyes rolling back, your head following hitting the cabinets behind you.

he didn’t even tend to the bite mark, so there will be some blood smeared on your thighs and his.

“hoon,” you moaned quietly, only sound to be heard in the kitchen was your heavy breathing and skin meeting.

“so thick baby, i know. but you’re doing so good for me. as always.” sunghoon praised, rocking his body back and forth from yours, lips inches from yours, forehead to forehead, lips nipping at one another. he tucked a piece of your fallen hair behind your ear, looking deep into your eyes.

sunghoon kissed you once deeply. “i love you so much, sweetheart.”

your heart pattered at the words, and you held back tears at the thought of never being able to carry a child of his. of any of theirs.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

next morning you awoke to a kiss to your forehead, opening your eyes slowly, jake had on a big smile as he rubbed your head tenderly.

“morning honeybun,” he leaned forward to kiss your lips.

you rolled over to sit up in heeseungs bed where you slipped back to after your midnight rump with sunghoon.

you rubbed your eyes with a yawn, “morning.”

“jay made breakfast, let’s go eat”

you sat there contemplating life. “not really hungry, jake.” your stomach betrayed you with a growl.

jake chuckled. “belly says otherwise.” he threw the covers off your body and threw you over his shoulder in which you squealed.

“jake, im not wearing any pants! or underwear for that matter!”

“nothing we haven’t seen before!”

“something i don’t want ni-ki to see!” you huffed.

“no worries, he’s in chans world right now getting some training on weapon use.” jake informed and began walking down the steps.

you smiled, ready to rile up the men. “aw boo, i wish ni-ki would’ve let me know. i miss chans clan. not only were they so nice, they were sooo good to look at too.” you smiled.

you heard forks clatter with plates, throats being cleared, and a deep voice, “not funny.”

you smirked. “i wasn’t being funny, jay.” jake had turned you so you were facing jay who stood at the counter island slash breakfast bar. “i mean, seo changbin? have you seen that man’s muscles. he can put me in a headlock any day!”

jay gripped his cup too tight it shattered over the plate of fruit. you kept a wicked grin on your face.

“she’s turning into ni-ki.” sunoo gasped. “where has my innocent little—,”

“oh hush sunoo, it’s a joke.” you crossed your arms best you could. “jay, can you chill? you’re not going to lose me, okay? already tried way too many times, i think we’ve seen it’s close to impossible.”

jay’s eye was actually twitching. heeseung then spoke, “oh, um, yang jeongin was telling me, uh, chan might’ve found his mate, reincarnated.”

you squealed and slapped jake’s butt to let you down. “tell me more!”

“there isn’t much more to tell. he was very hush about it.” heeseung added.

“yall suck at giving the tea.” you went to grab a plate and add food, opting out of the fruit jay destroyed. “let’s stick to sunoo giving gossip and tea.”

sunoo laughed, pointing to himself, “i really am good at that,” and he covered his mouth as he laughed causing you to chuckle.

the front door slammed, ni-ki’s heavy footsteps could be heard. “i’m back!”

he called into the kitchen, wasting no time to steal food from your plate. “do they not feed you over at chans?”

“they do, but i’m a growing boy.” he leaned against the wall behind you. soon enough, he leaned over in pain, clutching his stomach.

jungwon looked over to him, “yo, ni-ki, are you okay man?”

ni-ki shook his head, “it’s not me,” he then looked to you, “run to the bathroom, now.”

you looked at him confused when your stomach felt weird and you felt bile coming up your throat.

“oh my goodness!” you gasped and ran to the closest bathroom to throw up your guts and whatever little you had to eat.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{ Heyyyy, So not much to say just felt like making this lol }~

•Soul Watcher•

Jason was getting real sick of dealing with cults.

Ok wait let’s back up a bit, So Jason and the bats don’t have to deal with cults in Gotham all to much like only a one or two a year and when they did happened someone else could find them before the cult could really do anything.

But unluckily right now he and the bats were fighting off cultists in a warehouse while trying to get to where some other cultist are in a circle chanting, the reason for them being this late and not stopping the cult earlier is because they somehow got the bat-computer to overlook any suspicious activity from them as well as bribed some cops to get what they want.

And after 14 or so minutes with all the cultists down Jason goes over to the main guy and start to tie him up (As he can’t kill him with Bruce literally 20 steps from him) but before he can finish the guy bangs his head into the concrete floor and as result starts to bleed from his nose and yells something out but what has Jason’s attention and the rest of the bats is the Lazarus green smoke coming out of the summing circle.

Jason of course try’s to jump back, key word try’s. The smoke makes a clawed hand and grabs his ankle and pulls him into the green smoke and than everything goes black..

Jason woke up to the sound of running water and…humming?

So Jason gets up and walks towards the sounds, as he walks he looks at the black marble for the pillars and floor and how there is no sky or land just space with stars and that when he notices that the humming and running water coming from behind a thin-semi transparent fabric going from the ceiling to the floor and somewhat overlapping on itself.

Jason walks up to the fabric as quietly as possible and pushes it back a bit just enough to see what was behind it and that’s when he sees it two streams

One had pure and clean water with white pearls with a blue tint, The other one had gray water with black pearls with a green tint. the two Streams circled around each other but never touching and in the middle was what the closest thing to a nest made out of blankets and pillows.

And that’s when Jason saw the person who was in the nest thing and they saw him…Why was this reminding Jason of a book he read.

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Background•

The G.I.W were so dumb.

They thought that just because ghost were “Non-sentient” and “Dangerous” they decided to fucking NUKE THE GHOST ZONE.

You know which held all of the afterlife’s and made sure everything that was alive….you know exist so if the G.I.W planed actually worked everything would kinda just fall apart and cease to exist.

And it wouldn’t be possible to make a nuke that would actually work but with Government money and the Fentons work, they somehow actually made it and sent it through a portal the Fentons remade in a different location.

But of course you can’t nuke the Ghost Zone so it threw it back to the G.I.W and there world and with how much power they put into that fucker it did what it was supposed to…but with WAY worse consequences for the G.I.W and Fentons, So that world is a lost cause.

Now let’s go over to what Danny was doing.

He was with Clockwork discussing how he’s holding with Dan. After rehabilitating Dan Vlad gave him a clone body so he can walk around without a mass panic over him but after a VERY close call with the G.I.W where they got a lucky shot the clone body started to melt so Danny followed his (Ghost) Instincts and grabbed Dan core and shoved it in his gut.

And like a normal (well as normal you can be as a half-ghost) person Danny starts losing his shit like “Why the Fuck did I just do that?!?” And “Did I just technically eat Dan???” So after a panic attack or two Danny books it to Clockworks tower and tells him what happened and to just…help????

Well Danny is currently starting on panic attack number three Clockwork just grabs his shoulders and make him sit down on some very soft chair and after a minute or two Danny chills out a bit Clockwork explains what this means and that Danny’s essentially pregnant with Dan [“No Danny you did not eat Dan”].

And they now meet every other day just to talk and for Clockwork to explain more about being a ghost so something like this doesn’t happen again while they are talking about things they suddenly feel like the whole Ghost Zone just did something so Clockwork goes to check it out with Danny not far behind him.

And as they try to see what could have gone down and that when Danny sees one of the time string that look like it exploded and points it out to clockwork, And Clockwork looks at the string with surprise and turns to Danny after a moment with knowledge of what’s going to happen and tells Danny that this string was Danny’s home-world. [Now for The Panic Attack: Part four the musical]

After a couple weeks Danny’s mostly okay (He is pregnant he’s emotional and ghost are already extremely emotional beings and he has to deal with everything he’s ever known and lived is dead so leave him alone) and Clockwork gives him the job of Watcher Of Souls with his usual cryptic bullshit.

And now we’re here!

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Little Facts•

•The Pearls in the stream are souls of all living things.

•I headcanon that The Ghost Zone is somewhat sentient but it doesn’t have thoughts, Just Vibes

•The old Watcher just stoped caring about it and that’s how so many people got brought back from the dead and how Danny become a halfa

•Vlad is NOT a halfa, he’s just possessing his own corpse that his core is keeping looking alive but he looks very uncanny valley to humans and is very gruesome and uncomfortable for Ghost, Its half the reason Danny hated him on sight the rest is his “Rich Asshole meter” going off

•Clockwork hates the Flash family so much, He would want the Fuckers dead but he doesn’t want them to cause MORE problems for him and Danny

•Danny hangs out with Lady Gotham a lot so he knows who the bats are

•The Bat-fam are freaking the fuck out

•Danny spends a lot of time by the streams and with Dusk he wants to be comfortable so he made a nest :)

•Danny lets Jason stay in his lair until someone comes to get him

•Jason feels like he’s in one of his romance novels and he LOVES IT

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Appearances•

Danny’s Appearance•

~{ And that’s it! Sorry if this is a bit scatter brained I had to do stuff while making this lol so sorry about that anyway hope you gremlins like it until next time byeeeee }~

[camillomea]

Red robin and rouges gallery 3

Tim didn't expect to open his eyes again. He was pretty sure he was going to die. But when he did, someone was screaming his name in panic. His vision was blurry, his ears were ringing, he was in terrible pain. His head wasn't on the ground anymore. It was on something softer. He couldn't quite make out his surroundings. He could feel a hand on his neck. Probably the person who was calling him, checking his pulse. The ringing in his ears was really bad, but he could still hear the half-intelligible voice of the person holding him, he could still hear the panic in the voice. He finally came to his senses enough to realize that the person holding him was a hater. He stuttered, "Uncle eddie." Riddler looked relieved to see him awake. "Hey Red. I'm here like I promised you, I'm here to get you," he said. Tim said, "It s-s-hurts. Uncle Eddie hurts so much. I-I-I was so scared," he said and started to cry. Eddie said, "shhhh. It's okay, you're safe now. You're going to be okay. You're going to be safe. Red, I need you to stay awake for me. okay? I'm going to take you to the doctor. He'll take care of the pain, but you have to stay awake." Tim could see the panic in his voice and on his face, despite the ringing in his ears and his blurry vision. Tim said, "I'm really tired." Eddie said, his voice low. Eddie said, "I know. I know. Just a little. Hang in there for a while, okay? Afterwards, you can sleep as much as you want, I promise." Tim whimpered quietly. It was obvious that he was in a lot of pain. Eddie said, "Red, honey, can you tell me who did this to you?" Tim said, "j-j-joker o-o-o. He wanted to do that Robin thing again, but in a more entertaining way. I-i-i-I stopped the bomb, just like you taught me." Eddie stiffened, taking a deep breath to calm himself, then he said, "It's okay, Red. Good job. You did a great job. I'm proud of you." Tim felt relieved to hear this despite the pain in his body. He started coughing up blood. Eddie picked him up. Mother Tim started screaming in pain. Eddie said "shhhh you'll be fine you'll be fine. I'll take you to doctor B. I promise you you'll be fine" and quickly took him to the car. Tim's eyes were blackened from the pain. His brain was pounding. Eddie laid him down on the back seat of the car. Tim could barely keep his eyes open. After making sure he wouldn't fall, Eddie got into the front seat and started the car. He stepped on the gas. His hands were covered in blood but he didn't care a bit, his only priority right now was to get the kid to the doctor. He picked up his phone and called someone. When the call was answered, he immediately said "I'm bringing Bradford Red to you. His condition is very urgent" his voice was full of panic and anger. His voice was dripping with murderous intent. A voice came from the other end of the line and was shouting "WHAT! WHAT HAPPENED". Eddie growled "he's the joker".

***

The Riddler had come to my doctor's house at full speed. Bradford was standing at the door. When he opened the back door and saw Red, he froze and was very angry, he growled "son of a bitch". They immediately carried Tim inside with the help of the Riddler. They put him inside. Bradford immediately started to take care of Tim. Eddie went to the bathroom. He tried to clean the blood off himself. His hands were shaking with anger. He cleaned himself up and changed his clothes. He took his phone. He called Oswald.

O- Hey Eddie hello.

E- Oswald hello

O- What's wrong? Your voice sounds bad

E- Red o o

O- Hey hey. Calm down calm down. What's wrong? Where are you? Is Red back? Is he hurt

E- Joker. That son of a bitch hurt little Red. He's in bad shape. I took him to the doctor. He had pressed the emergency button. I found him right away

O- Where's the joker

E- I don't know. When I got there, he was already gone

O- I'm coming there. It's okay. It's okay he'll be fine soon

E-....

O- are you okay

E- I'm physically fine. There was a lot of blood

O- it's okay it's okay he'll be fine. I promise you.

He said. Then he hung up after talking for a while. Then he sent a group message to Ivy and Harley.

E- I need water from the emergency pond Ivy you can set the fee. I'll accept anything

I-????? WHO HAPPENED WHAT

H- Was Oswald injured or?

E- Red

I- WHAT????

H- WHO HARASSED MY BABY

E- Your ex

[weefers-x2]

Omg a KWW vid-!!

WHAT THE F-

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

nonhuman burr, washington, and eliza!!!

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[nbclover]

teehee

[wcnderlnds]

battlefield | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: running into your ex boyfriend during the squid games was the last thing you expected ・❥・word count: 719 ・❥・warnings: uh... usual squid game stuff. ・❥・ authors note: this is a short one just to test the waters but im obsessed with this man after watching squid game 2 <333

There he was. The last person you’d ever expected to see in this place. Player 230. Choi Su-Bong or, as the world knew him as, Thanos. The bright purple hair had been easy to spot. The last few months had been spent avoiding him so why did fate want to throw you together in this place? Wherever the hell this place was. You still weren’t even sure but as you walked up the stairs to the first game, you didn’t really care. All you wanted to do was lay low and make sure that Thanos didn’t see you. A conversation with your ex boyfriend was the last thing you wanted.

Things had ended badly between the two of you when he’d lost all his money thanks to the crypto scam. It had changed him, turned him into someone you didn’t recognise anymore so when the arguments started and his behaviour became erratic, you knew you had to get out of there. So, you did. You left and had never looked back. All you wanted was enough money to get out of the city and far, far away. There was nothing here for you anymore. If you could win the games then you could finally start fresh somewhere.

Walking through the doors onto a floor of sand and brightly coloured walls, you heard the voice of Thanos talking to his friend. Instantly, you looked down at the ground, hoping he didn’t see you. Unfortunately for you, he had stood next to you. His eyes scanned your face before recognition lit his eyes up.

“Senorita!” He said in a sing-song voice, wide grin on his face as he outstretched his arms. “What are you doing here? Come on, give me a hug.”

“None of your business and no thanks,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m hurt,” he splayed his hand on his chest over his heart. As much as he was using his confident swagger to irritate you, deep inside he couldn’t be more glad to see you. “Not even going to give me a chance to talk, huh? That’s stone cold.”

As the rules of the game echoed through the speakers, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. His hand had raised to his friend to stop him from talking to him so he could get a proper look at you. When you had left, that had been the breaking point for him. Everything had gone downhill from there. For so long he’d been trying to seek you out, to apologise but he knew you’d been avoiding him. Your friends wouldn’t tell him where you were, your family had chewed him out the second he had showed up on their doorstep so, eventually, he’d given up. But, here you were.

As Player 456 shouted out about the game being a lie and that you were going to die, your head shot up. Surely he couldn’t be telling the truth, right? Red Light, Green Light was a children’s game. At most you were probably going to be out of the running for the cash if you were caught moving.

“He’s crazy,” Thanos said. It was his way of trying to comfort you. He had instantly noticed the slight panic in your eyes, the way you were rubbing your hands against your thighs. “Don’t listen to him.”

All you could do was nod but there was a gut feeling inside you telling you that maybe it wasn’t entirely all crazy talk. Something about this whole thing felt off. Your eyes caught some girl talking, her hands waving around then suddenly she was on the ground. Instantly, fear gripped you, your stomach dropping. The room around you started to spin – you were really going to die here.

“Hey, hey,” Thanos had reached out, his hand gripping yours as he stood in front of you, back to you. “Stay behind me. I won’t let anything happen to you. You hear me? Stay behind me.”

“But… what if…” The sheer panic in your voice made his heart clench.

“No. We’re both getting out of here alive, okay? Now, stay behind me.” His protective instinct had kicked in. Right now, he didn’t care if you hated him. All he cared about was making sure you survived this so maybe, just maybe, he could finally make things right.