#will be thinking about this au for the rest of the day

[cbeargyu]

hihii, can u write anything involving yeonbin x reader with smut in it? 😇

always ours

summary: you’ve been inseparable from yeonjun and soobin since high school—chaotic, intense, and addicting. but when a new guy asks you out, your best friends don’t take it lightly. what starts as teasing turns into something raw, dominant, and impossible to come back from.

pairing: bff!yeonjun x fem!reader x bff!soobin

genre: friends to lovers, smut, porn with plot, possessive dynamics, college au.

warnings: threesome, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), double penetration, semi-public setting (shared dorm), spit, cumplay, overstimulation, mild choking, aftercare, phone call humiliation, jealousy, possessiveness, light degradation, praise kink, no condoms (wrap it up irl), minors dni.

wc: 3,9k

notes: anon i hope you like this omg i honestly loved writing it… i’m so deep in my toxic yeonbin era rn it’s insane 😵‍💫🔥

you met yeonjun and soobin on the first day of high school, the three of you stumbling into the hallway almost at the same time—breathless, out of sync with the bell, and equally unprepared for the scolding you were about to receive.

“this isn’t a good first impression,” the teacher had snapped, tapping their clipboard against their palm.

you bit back a smile, glancing to your right where yeonjun stood, lips twitching with barely hidden amusement. soobin, to your left, looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“sorry,” you mumbled, trying to look remorseful.

“yeah, won’t happen again,” yeonjun added, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t exactly convincing.

and that was how it started.

punishment turned to inside jokes. inside jokes turned to late-night calls. and somewhere between high school chaos and teenage recklessness, the three of you became inseparable. like a small, unruly universe made just for the three of you.

yeonjun was the storm. loud, magnetic, impossible to ignore. he had this fire in him that made every party burn just a little brighter. the kind of person who made you forget to check the time, who spun you in circles on dance floors and poured shots like they were candy.

soobin was the calm. quiet at first, a little stiff around the edges, but he unraveled slowly—beautifully. it was you and yeonjun who peeled his layers back, who taught him how to scream lyrics at karaoke and sneak out after curfew to sit on the swings behind the school.

“you think we corrupted him?” yeonjun had asked once, lazily draped across your lap in your room, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

you laughed. “nah. we just showed him the fun parts of life.”

“he’s gonna thank us when he’s older,” yeonjun grinned, eyes fluttering closed.

“i already do,” soobin had murmured from the floor, his voice so soft it barely reached your ears.

college didn’t change much. if anything, it solidified everything.

you found a university that fit all three of you—gastronomy for soobin, theater for yeonjun, graphic design for you. it felt like fate, like everything had been leading up to this. they shared a room in their frat house, and you stayed across campus with yeji, though you rarely spent the night there. you were always with them.

dinners cooked by soobin in their tiny kitchen. wine nights on the floor of their dorm, yeonjun making dramatic toasts with a plastic cup in hand. movie marathons that ended with all three of you passed out on the same bed, tangled up in limbs and warmth.

and then there were the quiet moments.

“you think we’ll still be this close after college?” soobin asked one night, head resting on your shoulder as the three of you laid in the grass, stargazing after a failed attempt to sneak into a rooftop party.

“why wouldn’t we be?” yeonjun replied, flicking a pebble into the air.

“people change,” soobin said.

“not us,” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

“never us,” yeonjun echoed, voice firm in the dark.

the truth was, you loved them. both of them. differently, but deeply.

with soobin, it was soft glances and shared secrets at 3am, spoonfuls of ice cream and understanding that didn't need to be spoken.

with yeonjun, it was wild laughter and quick heartbeats, his arms slung around your waist like they belonged there, his breath against your neck when he leaned in too close.

you had crushed on both, once. maybe still did. but you'd never dared to cross the line. they were your best friends. your chaos. your home.

and you didn’t want to ruin that.

you knock once before letting yourself in, already knowing they’re inside. yeonjun’s sprawled out on his bed, legs dangling, his phone in hand. soobin’s sitting at his desk, flipping through a cookbook lazily, pen between his fingers.

“hey,” you mumble, stepping in and dropping your bag on the floor.

both of them look up.

“hey,” yeonjun answers first, but there’s something unreadable in his tone. soobin only hums in acknowledgment, eyes flicking back down to the page like he’s disinterested.

you bite your lip. the air feels... different. you walk over to sit on soobin’s bed, smoothing your hands over your thighs.

“i can’t stay too long,” you say after a moment. “i’ve got a date at four.”

silence.

dead silence.

then, yeonjun sits up slowly, putting his phone aside.

“with who?” his voice is calm, but laced with something sharp beneath the surface.

“minho,” you reply, trying to sound casual. “he’s that guy from the literature class. he’s been kind of persistent, and i figured… why not give it a shot?”

soobin finally closes his book.

“why not?” he repeats softly.

you glance between them. yeonjun’s standing now, arms crossed, eyes dark. soobin’s turned his chair fully toward you, his gaze unreadable.

“what?” you say with a nervous laugh. “you guys are being weird.”

“weird?” yeonjun steps closer. “we’ve been right here the whole time. and now some random guy bats his lashes and you’re ready to forget us?”

“i’m not forgetting—”

“you barely talk to us anymore,” soobin interrupts, voice low, steady. “we used to spend every night together. now you’re always texting him. smiling at your phone. disappearing without telling us.”

your heart pounds in your chest.

“we’re your best friends,” yeonjun says, now standing right in front of you. “aren’t we?”

“i—” you start, but the words die in your throat when soobin gets up too, moving in closer. you’re suddenly caged between their bodies, yeonjun in front of you, soobin behind, the air thick and heavy with tension.

“we don’t like sharing,” soobin murmurs near your ear, his voice deep and dangerous.

“especially not with someone who doesn’t know how to take care of you,” yeonjun adds, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “not like we do.”

you feel soobin’s hands on your shoulders first—soft, deliberate—then sliding down your arms slowly, trailing heat through your sleeves. yeonjun watches your face, eyes flickering down to your lips.

“we missed you,” soobin whispers, pressing closer from behind, his body warm against your back.

“and you’re gonna leave us for him?” yeonjun scoffs, leaning in. “what does he have that we don’t, huh?”

you can’t speak.

you can barely breathe.

“look at her,” soobin murmurs, his hands sliding down your waist, resting just above your hips. “she’s already melting.”

yeonjun smiles, slow and cruel, before taking your hand—guiding it down to his jeans. your breath hitches when you feel the hardness there, straining under the fabric.

“feel that?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. “you’re making me hard and you haven’t even done anything yet.”

you whimper, and behind you, soobin’s fingers are already teasing at the hem of your shirt, slipping under to brush against your skin.

“good girl,” he breathes, mouth brushing against your neck. “stay still.”

you obey without thinking.

yeonjun guides your hand to squeeze around him, his jaw tightening. “that’s it, baby. don’t be shy now.”

soobin’s hands slip up your torso, inching your shirt higher. he pulls it over your head without warning, letting it fall to the floor.

“fuck,” he hisses, trailing his fingertips down your spine. “you’re so pretty. so fucking pretty.”

you feel yeonjun’s fingers curl around your chin again, tilting your face up until your eyes meet his.

“tell us you don’t want him,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. “tell us you want us instead.”

your mouth parts, trembling.

“i want you,” you breathe. “both of you.”

yeonjun crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, hand sliding to your throat while soobin’s fingers work at the button of your jeans. you moan into yeonjun’s mouth when soobin slips a hand inside, fingers finding the soaked fabric of your panties.

“already so wet,” soobin groans, teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “you were gonna give this to him?”

“no—n-no, i—”

“but you would’ve,” yeonjun growls, pulling back to stare into your eyes. “you would’ve let him touch you like this?”

you whimper, shaking your head, but they don’t stop. soobin’s fingers slide lower, dipping inside you, and you cry out, gripping yeonjun’s arms for support.

“look at her,” yeonjun says, voice thick. “so obedient. so fucking desperate.”

“mine,” soobin mutters against your skin, kissing your neck, your shoulder, biting down gently. “ours.”

you don’t remember how you ended up on your knees.

maybe it was yeonjun’s hand curling tighter around your throat, forcing you down with a smirk tugging at his lips. maybe it was soobin’s fingers still deep inside you, curling in slow, deliberate strokes that made your legs give out.

either way, you’re kneeling between yeonjun’s thighs now, your shirt forgotten on the floor, your jeans half-off, and your body trembling with need.

“open,” yeonjun commands, unzipping his jeans, his voice rough and low. you obey instantly, lips parting as he pulls his cock free—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip.

you moan at the sight of him, pupils blown wide.

“god, look at you,” he breathes, brushing the head of his cock over your lips. “you’d take anything we give you, wouldn’t you?”

behind you, soobin’s kneeling too, hands spreading your thighs wider as he pulls your jeans and panties all the way down, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. he groans at the sight, warm breath ghosting over your skin.

“you’re soaked,” he mutters, fingers dragging through your folds, spreading your slick. “fuck, you wanted this. you wanted this.”

you whimper around yeonjun’s cock as he slides it slowly into your mouth, just the tip at first, letting you taste him. his hand fists in your hair, guiding you with slow thrusts.

“good girl,” he murmurs, hips rocking forward. “take it. all the way.”

you hollow your cheeks, lips sliding down his shaft, letting him hit the back of your throat. you gag softly, but he doesn’t stop. he holds you there, eyes burning into yours.

“breathe through your nose,” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek. “that’s it, baby. you’re doing so good.”

and then you feel soobin.

you feel the thick, slow push of his cock against your pussy as he aligns himself behind you. one hand on your hip, the other spreading you open.

he slides in with a single, slow thrust, filling you completely.

you moan around yeonjun’s cock, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the sheer stretch of both sensations—the weight in your throat, the fullness in your cunt. soobin bottoms out with a soft groan, his chest pressed to your back, one hand snaking around to toy with your clit.

“fuck,” he breathes against your ear. “you’re so tight. squeezing me so good.”

you’re shaking, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as yeonjun starts to fuck your throat in slow, steady thrusts, his hand tangled in your hair. soobin’s hips begin to move behind you, rocking into you with deep, languid strokes that make your knees weak.

“we should’ve done this sooner,” yeonjun grits out, watching your lips stretch around him. “should’ve claimed you before that asshole even looked your way.”

soobin grunts in agreement, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts harder now, his cock slamming into that sweet spot that makes your walls clamp around him.

“mine,” he growls. “you’re ours now. say it.”

you pull off yeonjun with a gasp, spit glistening on your chin.

“i’m yours,” you pant, voice broken. “yours, please—don’t stop, i need it, i need you both.”

“fuck,” yeonjun hisses, pulling you up by your arms.

he trades places with soobin in a blink, and before you can catch your breath, he’s behind you now, lifting your hips and positioning himself.

soobin sits in front of you, back against the bed frame, legs spread, his cock flushed and wet with your saliva. he smirks and taps it against his stomach.

“get back to work, baby.”

you crawl into his lap, lips parting to take him in again. and just as your tongue swirls around his tip, yeonjun slams into you from behind—one brutal, deep thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs.

you cry out, muffled around soobin’s cock, as yeonjun starts fucking you with no mercy, his pace fast, relentless.

the room is filled with the wet sound of skin on skin, of your moans, the sharp grunts from both of them as they use you—one filling your mouth, the other pounding into your dripping pussy.

“look at her,” yeonjun groans, hands bruising on your hips. “taking both of us like a perfect little slut.”

“fuck, her mouth feels so good,” soobin pants, hand cradling the back of your head, guiding your movements as you bob up and down his cock. “she loves this. look at her eyes, she’s fucking gone.”

you are.

your brain is mush, your body a trembling mess of need and pleasure and overstimulation. every thrust from yeonjun hits your cervix, while soobin’s cock stretches your throat, and you're on the edge of something dangerous, something all-consuming.

but they’re not done.

yeonjun pulls out suddenly, chest heaving, and you whine at the loss.

“lay down,” he orders.

you obey without question, collapsing onto your back, legs spread.

soobin moves between your thighs again, sliding his cock into your pussy easily, your slick coating him.

yeonjun kneels beside your head, stroking himself slowly as he watches.

“lift her leg,” he tells soobin. “i want to see her face when i stretch her open.”

you’re confused—until you feel it.

yeonjun’s fingers pressing against your other hole, slick with spit, circling gently.

“you can take it,” he whispers, leaning close, his voice pure sin. “you want to be filled up, don’t you? both holes, stuffed full.”

your moan is instant, desperate.

“yes, yes, please—”

he pushes in slowly, carefully, stretching your ass inch by inch as soobin keeps thrusting into your pussy, slower now, more controlled, letting your body adjust.

and then—

they’re both inside.

stuffed in both holes, moving in perfect rhythm, your body shaking between them.

you’re not sure how you’re still conscious.

every thrust sends white heat shooting through your veins, both cocks sliding in and out of you, filling you so deeply you feel like you might break. tears run down your cheeks. your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

“she’s fucking dripping,” soobin gasps, gripping your thigh tighter.

“she’s close,” yeonjun growls. “don’t stop.”

you can’t take it.

you fall apart beneath them, your orgasm crashing into you like a wave—violent, overwhelming, so intense you sob their names.

your walls clamp down hard, milking soobin, and the moment he feels it, he thrusts deep once, twice—then cums inside you with a loud groan, his warmth spilling into your cunt.

yeonjun isn’t far behind. with a rough snarl, he drives into your ass a final time, burying himself to the hilt before spilling inside you too, his cum hot and thick.

you’re shaking, spent, your body a mess of slick, sweat, and cum.

they collapse around you, one on each side, panting, hands stroking your thighs, your stomach, your face.

“you’re not going on that date,” yeonjun says finally, voice hoarse.

soobin chuckles softly, kissing your jaw.

“you’re staying right here.”

your body’s still trembling when they finally pull out.

soobin’s the first to move—quiet, gentle—pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, your cheek, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. yeonjun’s slower, but his hands don’t leave you. they stay firm on your waist, grounding you, thumbs tracing slow circles into your skin like he’s trying to memorize you.

your thighs are sticky with cum—their cum—and you whimper softly as soobin reaches for a warm towel he’d left on the desk earlier, wiping between your legs with careful, reverent strokes.

“easy,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “i’ve got you.”

yeonjun leans in and plants a kiss to your temple, then your collarbone, then the curve of your breast.

“still with us, baby?” he murmurs.

you nod, dazed. “mmhmm…”

they smile.

you feel it more than see it—warmth radiating off of them, like they’re proud of you. like they’ve claimed something sacred. and maybe they have.

you’re sprawled across soobin’s bed, between their bodies, completely bare and boneless. soobin curls around you from behind, arms wrapped tight around your waist. yeonjun’s lying on his side, facing you, fingers brushing softly over your jaw.

“you’re not leaving this room today,” yeonjun says eventually, low and firm.

“wasn’t planning on it,” you whisper, cheek pressing into soobin’s chest.

“good.”

you close your eyes, letting their warmth cocoon you, letting their presence fill every corner of your being.

but the moment is cut short.

ring ring.

you tense.

your phone buzzes on the floor, lighting up. again. and again. three missed calls. then four.

yeonjun leans over the edge of the bed, grabs it without a word.

“minho,” he reads out loud, smirking. “persistent little fucker, isn’t he?”

you blink slowly, too hazy to respond, body still aching from the stretch of them both. soobin’s hand strokes over your side protectively.

ring ring.

yeonjun answers.

“hello?”

there’s a pause, then the faint sound of minho’s voice on the other end.

“yeah, no,” yeonjun says, voice suddenly cold, sharp. “she’s not coming.”

more silence.

“because she’s busy. very busy. on her knees, actually. stuffed full of two cocks. think you can compete with that, poetry boy?”

your eyes widen, face burning.

soobin snorts softly behind you, his lips brushing your shoulder.

yeonjun chuckles darkly.

“yeah. thought so. don’t call again.”

he hangs up, tosses the phone aside, and turns back to you with a wicked smile.

“problem solved.”

you stare at him, breath catching in your throat.

“jun,” you whisper. “that was mean.”

he shrugs. “he doesn’t get to have you. not after what we just did. not ever.”

soobin hums in agreement, voice low against your ear.

“you’re ours now. fully.”

you shiver again—but not from the cold.

yeonjun leans down, kissing your lips softly this time. lingering.

“he couldn’t fuck you like we can.”

soobin pulls you closer, wrapping you tighter in his arms.

“he doesn’t know you like we do.”

and you know they’re right.

your body’s theirs.

your heart’s been theirs for years.

and now, so is your soul.

you should’ve been too sore to move.

but it only takes yeonjun leaning over you again—his breath hot against your neck, his fingers trailing down the mess between your legs—for your body to spark back to life, nerve endings alight, needy, desperate.

“fuck, you’re still dripping,” he groans, running his fingers through your folds. “look at this. you want more, don’t you?”

your hips twitch involuntarily, back arching.

“please,” you breathe, eyes fluttering open. “again. please, jun.”

soobin’s already shifting behind you, his chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear.

“you’re insatiable,” he whispers, kissing down your shoulder, leaving wet marks along your spine. “so fucking greedy for us.”

you whine, turning your face toward him, catching his lips in a kiss—sloppy, slow, tongues tangling in heat.

yeonjun watches for a second, then grabs your jaw, yanking you toward him.

“mine,” he growls, crashing his mouth onto yours.

his kiss is brutal. full of tongue, spit, teeth. he kisses you like he’s starving, like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. when he pulls back, your lips are swollen, slick, your breath ragged.

soobin moves down, spreading your thighs again. you gasp when you feel his tongue—slow at first, then eager, messy, as he licks up their combined release from your cunt like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“fuck, soobin,” you gasp, trembling. “that’s—ah—”

“so sweet,” he moans against your pussy. “can’t waste a drop.”

yeonjun grins above you. “you taste us, baby? both of us?”

you nod frantically, thighs shaking.

then he’s sliding down your body, biting, sucking, leaving red marks in his wake until he reaches your breasts. his tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth tugging just enough to make you cry out. one hand fists in your hair while the other grips your throat, possessive.

“you’re not leaving this bed until you’re fucked dumb,” he hisses. “until you forget that guy’s name. until all you can say is our fucking names.”

“yes,” you whimper. “yes, please, fuck me—”

soobin’s mouth leaves your cunt just long enough to say, “on your knees.”

you obey without hesitation, still shaking, hands and knees sinking into the mattress.

yeonjun moves behind you, spreading your ass open with a low growl.

“gonna ruin this pretty pussy again,” he mutters. “make you scream.”

soobin sits in front of you, already hard again, stroking himself slowly. “come on, baby. open up.”

you take him into your mouth with no hesitation, tongue swirling around the head, hollowing your cheeks as you sink down his shaft. he groans, head falling back, one hand on your cheek.

“just like that. fuck, your mouth…”

yeonjun doesn’t wait.

you feel the hot press of his cock against your pussy again, and then he’s inside—one hard, deep thrust that knocks your breath out. no build-up. just possession.

“fuck, yes,” he snarls, snapping his hips forward. “so tight—still fucking tight.”

his rhythm is brutal. fast. relentless. your body jolts forward with every thrust, your mouth choking around soobin’s cock as he cradles your face, thumb brushing your cheek.

“that’s it, baby,” soobin pants. “let him fuck you stupid while you suck me off. we’ll fill every part of you again.”

yeonjun leans over your back, pressing his chest to you as he pounds into your soaked pussy. his hand finds your clit, rubbing rough circles that make you cry out around soobin’s cock.

“you love this,” he growls into your ear. “being used like this. full. dripping. ours.”

tears blur your vision. it’s too much and not enough. your orgasm builds fast, coiling tight in your belly, heat crawling up your spine.

and then he pulls out.

you sob, shaking.

“no—please—”

“on your back,” he commands. “want to see your face when you cum again.”

you scramble to obey, eyes glassy, lips red and slick.

yeonjun grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, cock sliding into you again with one hard thrust. the angle makes you scream.

soobin straddles your chest, feeding you his cock again as yeonjun fucks you deeper than before, harder, rougher.

“fuck, fuck—” you cry out between sucks, hips grinding into yeonjun’s thrusts.

soobin leans down, kissing your mouth while you still have his cock half in. wet, filthy, hungry.

“you’re ours,” he moans. “say it.”

“y-yours,” you cry. “only yours.”

and you are. wrecked, stretched, pinned between them like you were made for it.

yeonjun slams in one last time, his hand curling around your throat again, choking you lightly as your orgasm explodes.

your vision goes white.

you clamp down hard, sobbing, shaking, the orgasm ripping through you so violently it feels like you’ll break apart.

soobin cums next, groaning as he spills on your chest, his cock twitching against your lips.

yeonjun follows, thrusting deep and staying there as he fills you again, moaning your name like a prayer.

when they collapse on either side of you, you’re not even sure you can speak.

you’re a trembling, soaked, fucked-out mess. your thighs are bruised. your lips swollen. and your heart—your heart is full.

soobin kisses your jaw softly, pulling you close, hand stroking your side.

yeonjun wipes your tears, kisses your eyelids.

“no one else gets to have you,” he whispers. “not ever.”

you smile through the haze, body aching and used.

“wouldn’t want anyone else.”

[paladinsbrainrot]

byler as jackieshauna in my yellowjackets au 🐝 🐅 details under the cut!

their history:

mike and will have been childhood best friends since they were five. they've gone through everything together — the good, the bad, and the ugly. they get each other on a level that no one else does, which is a blessing, but also — sometimes — a curse.

mike's always been very insecure of himself, self-conscious of his looks, talents, skills, and confidence. will's everything that mike wishes he was: good-looking, popular, team captain, kind, out. mike truly cares about will, but he's always held a hidden resentment against him. he's jealous of the fact that will's so outwardly himself, proudly feigning the confidence that mike lacks.

while will would never actually admit this to himself, he's always had a sort of mini-crush on mike. it's easy to fall in love when your best friend takes care of you so well. it's 1996, and while the world's not exactly the kindest, he's happy to find himself out as gay to a supportive and incredibly loving family.

mike starts dating el hopper, the brightest and most popular girl in school, in the spring semester of freshman year. in some ways, he hopes that by dating her, he'll gain some newfound confidence. instead, it brings heaps of self-doubt and pessimism as the two find themselves breaking up and getting back together more times than they can count.

frustrated after one of he and el's many break-ups, mike finds himself in will's car one afternoon after soccer practice. will attempts to cheer mike up by boasting about mike's own achievements and kind-hearted personality, saying how the right girl won't be able to pass him up like that. it's then when mike kisses him, straight out of the blue, and will can't help but reciprocate.

pre-crash:

mike treats will and el as their own separate entities, people who he can't mix on any occasion. he spends most of his days kissing el to at least assume some normalcy, and to prove to his parents that he's the respectable boy they've made him out to be. when he's with el, he convinces himself he and will are nothing but childhood best friends, and that there's nothing going on between them. in his downtime, when practice runs late and el's already reported home for curfew, he kisses will like his life depends on it.

mike's worst fear comes true during senior year when will and el tell him their parents are getting married, meaning the two will become step-siblings. it's then when will decides to call it quits. he can't keep doing this with mike if el's going to be his sister in less than a year. no matter how much they enjoy their late-night make-out sessions, it's not fair to her.

mike agrees, albeit reluctantly. there's something about will that el can't give him. it's an apt hunger, running deep through his veins. mike and will spend the rest of the year as friends, with at least two feet of distance between the two of them. but mike would be lying if he said he didn't think of will whenever he kissed el, imagined his lips instead of hers, his hands in his hair. he's now not only jealous of will's confidence, but the fact that he can be proudly gay without an ounce of shame for it.

when the tigers make it to nationals, they all attend the celebration party. mike offers to drive el and will home, who are both clearly wasted. after mike drives el home for her early curfew, he's suddenly overcome with a hunger he's never felt before. mike is instantly compelled to pull over. despite vowing to never do this again, mike can't help the part of him that's starved of will's presence, that wants a final taste of will before he's forbidden. he explains this in due time to will, who, to mike's surprise, can't resist the urge. they share what they think will be their last kiss the day before nationals in the back of mike wheeler's rover.

post-crash:

when flight 2525 crashes in the middle of the canadian wilderness, mike finds himself in a strange position. on one hand, he's stranded in the middle of nowhere with no parents or peers to judge him, with complete, unabashed freedom. on the other, he's stranded with will and el in the same, sequestered space, and he's not sure he's able to handle the two of them at once. it's only a matter of time before el finds out, and mike can't resist the deepest desires of his heart now that he's got will all to himself....

I could not resist the urge to mash two of my favourite shows together so here's what I have come up with! I am planning to draw most of the other characters and write their backstories and plot in this au as well, so keep your eyes peeled for when I eventually get to that. I convinced myself that I would write a fic for this au but ultimately could not as I am not confident enough in my writing abilities as of yet plus it would be an absolutely insane and lengthy project that I'm not sure I'm up for/would finish. I've decided to commit to drawing everyone instead and writing up small drabbles of how I think they would interact in this world so... there's that! I will obviously not be writing the entire au, but I do have LOTS of ideas for what could happen, so please feel free to send an ask if you have any questions ! :)

keep in mind this is just how I would personally go about the characters if they were put in this universe. mike obviously takes inspiration from shauna, and will obviously takes inspiration from jackie, but don't think that their entire story will be exclusively taken from these characters. will is much more similar to shauna than jackie personality wise, and likewise with mike and jackie, but narratively he and jackie both serve the same functions. do take this with a grain of salt as I also had to mesh their canon personalities with the respective character roles they're taking on so... I hope I did it well!

additionally, I just want to put it on the record that jackie and shauna are extremely complex characters, who are not wholly good or bad. in order for mike and will to reflect jackie and shauna's relationship dynamic, I wanted to incorporate the cheating plot. I know cheating is a very taboo topic in the stranger things fandom because in canon mike and will would never do such a thing, however, in this au, mike and will are not going to the 'saint-like' figures we often see them portrayed as in this fandom. they're not wholly bad, but they have flaws, which make them and jackieshauna super interesting characters. I also just really wanted to explore a kind of toxic relationship with byler because It's just interesting to me okay!!!! Idk!!!! don't send the pitchforks after me.

so yes... if we are comparing will's function in the narrative to jackie's he does have to die unfortunately. but I also have lotttsss of new ideas about how will gets to this point and how mike chooses to deal with it after 👀

[luvs4matt]

day two of luvs4matts one year au special ⋆˙⟡ bambi!matt

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — bambi!matt wants to be spoiled in bed, but reader decides to do the complete opposite.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — smut, dom!reader, hand job, cock spanking, degrading, whiny matt, swearing, mommy kink, pet names (bambi), etc.

𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

“𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐈𝐓.” 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 as you press his hips down again. he was so needy and desperate all day for you that he couldn’t resist fucking your hand while you jerked him off.

your hand felt so so good, it is what he needed—it is what he has been begging you for since you woke up this morning.

“m’sorry mama, j- just feels so good” his voice was higher in pitch than usual, and that really showed you how desperate he was for you. you start to move your hand again, and he doesn’t move.

moans and whimpers spill from between his lips while you pleasure him, he sounded so sweet and pretty, just like he always does when he gets his way in the bedroom.

but he only got to make those noises for so long before you had to stop moving your hand again. “what did i say bambi? huh?” he whines as the pleasure fades away, that knot no longer being felt in his tummy.

“i- i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” the boy pleaded, but it wasn’t true, he did mean to buck his hips, he wanted to fuck your hand, but he thought because you were giving him what he wants already then you would let him have the rest too, but he was wrong.

“tell me what i said bambi.” he gasped in surprise as your hand made contact with his painfully hard cock, he didn’t think of the consequences of his own actions. “tell me, c’mon, stop whining like a little bitch and tell me” he didn’t like how you were talking to him, but he couldn’t do nor say anything about it, because you’re his mama.

“y- you told me to not- ow!” another spank, it hurt so bad, but it almost hurt in a good way. tears well up in his eyes but he resumes speaking “n- not to fuck your hand, let you do it all” you nod in agreement, confirming that’s what you said.

“mhm, that’s right, so why’re you doin’ differently huh? wanna be mamas bad boy?” he rushed to deny, shaking his head in worry.

“no no no! d- don’ wanna be your bad boy! wanna be your good boy! m’sorry mama! m’not a bad boy i promise!” the tears he tried so hard to fight back finally rolled down his cheeks. it may not have been what he wanted, but it’s what you wanted.

you wanted to see him ruined and begging, and that is just how you have him now.

“say you’re gonna be mamas good boy bambi” your tone lightened up, making him think that if he obeyed, then you will finally touch him again—you will finally make him cum!!

“i’m your good boy mama, m’gonna be mamas good boy” you wrapped your hand back around his base, leaving it there, no moving. “now say you’re gonna listen to everything mama says, you’re gonna be my obedient little boy..” he looks between your eyes and where your hand rested around his cock.

“i’m gonna l- listen to everything you say mama, gonna be your obedient little boy” his voice got higher in pitch by the second, god he needed you so badly. you start to jerk him off again, starting slow, but that was enough to make him moan.

“good bambi.. mamas good little bambi..”

© luvs4matt

[halfadiamond]

💍Some AU’s I thought of💍

Poly TF141 x Singer Reader

Premise: (you know those singers that would follow the soldiers around during WW2 and lift up their spirits) yeah that’s basically it. You’re their girl worth fighting for. Think of like Vera Lynn and how she was known as the Forces Sweetheart

Preschool Teacher Reader x Soap

Credit to: @luvbabydoll (she had a similar scenario (but with Price instead) but wanted to give credit on the idea!) Check it out if you haven’t, she’s a great writer!

Premise: (I imagine Soap to have a big family, sorry he just doesn’t give only child vibes to me!). Scenario where Soap (who’s on military leave) goes to see his nephew’s recital and he gets to meet you, his nephew’s teacher. You think it’s just small talk as you talk about Soap’s nephew, but this man is now down bad for you. Before you know it, Soap is constantly coming to visit you in the school (he calls it “checking on my nephew”) but then why is he constantly following you around like baby ducking who’s just imprinted on you?

Best Friend Brother or Brother’s Best Friend Gaz x Reader

Premise: Gaz and you have a small age gap (like maybe less than 4 years, he’s older!) and you’ve always crushed on him. Maybe one day, you guys are alone (your house or his!) and you’re complaining about your failed one night stand (it’s hard to imagine other men when you want him so bad!) and Gaz offers to help you out. Cue to you getting fucked doggy style on his (or yours) bed!

Traditional Price x Reader

Premise: Maybe for this one, you’re a bit naive (I think there’s a better word for it) but Price likes that! He’s molded you to his perfect woman, you wear the clothes he deems acceptable, cook and clean for him, do exactly what he says, and you never talk back to him. He calls it the greater good and that you don’t need to worry about “Big Boy Stuff” he’ll handle everything, just put the pie in the oven. You’re just missing the last piece, a swollen belly.

Dog Walker Reader x Ghost (I think this AU was already done?? Not sure I tried looking but I can’t find nothing. But if it was already done please lmk so I can give credit!!)

Premise: Ghost who breaks his foot during an operation now needs to hire someone to walk Riley. At first he was going to force Soap or Gaz to do it, but Price wouldn’t have it and hired someone to walk Riley. For awhile, Price is normally the one talking to you and scheduling the walks as he helps Ghost around. But for today Price is out on some errands so Ghost is the one who has to do it. And he falls in love at first sight. Cue him using his crutches (that he swore he wouldn’t touch) as he tries to follow you as you walk his dog. Physical therapy, he calls it as you once again try to make him go home and rest.

Or

Body Guard Ghost x Bratty Reader where Ghost guards you but you’re so bratty and won’t listen to him so he has to find a way to get you to listen and he already has an idea of what to do

[silens-oro]

Well Enough Alone: Baby Blurb #3

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Andrew "Pope" Cody x f!Reader (nicknamed Hawk) Animal Kingdom Masterlist Pope x Hawk Playlist Well Enough Alone Baby AU Masterlist

General Synopsis: Hawk and J discuss turning his room into the nursery Word Count: 1.2k Content Warning: no warnings AN: this one is a little longer than the others. we get a further look into J and Hawk's dynamic. please comment & reblog :)

Once Hawk and Pope made it through that first trimester, Hawk had to have the slightly uncomfortable conversation with J about converting his room into a nursery. He hadn’t stayed with Hawk in over a year, and had his own place at this point, so she didn’t think it was going to be a big deal, but those hormones were working overtime. 

Hawk had been in hiding from the rest of the family, more or less, and they still hadn’t told anyone -other than Jane (obviously). 

So when Hawk opens the front door and J sees the bump for the first time without any kind of head's up? 

He felt faint. 

Lightheaded. 

Nauseous. 

His mouth was dry and his heart pounded in his chest. 

His ears rang and he swore he could taste metal. 

“Hawk.” He says, eyes still zeroed in on her stomach. 

“Mhm,” Hawk’s hand comes to rest on the curve of her stomach. 

“Is that-”

“-Yup,” Hawk pulled the door open, “come in before you pass out. We gotta talk about a few things.” 

He took it better than she expected, but J still had his reservations about Pope and now Hawk was officially tied to this family and it made J sick to his stomach. 

While Hawk yapped about seeing if there was anything he wanted to save from his old room, his mind was elsewhere as he watched her. Hawk’s skin was glowing and she looked happy, happier than he had seen her previously. He stared blankly at her when he noticed she was staring at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Huh?” He asked dumbly. 

“I asked if you were okay with this? This is still your room and I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you out for the baby, you know? If you still want to keep it, we can figure something else out. There are other areas we can convert.” Hawk always thought of him, even now as she was prepping for a baby she still kept him in her orbit of consideration. 

“It’s your house, Hawk. I think this room stopped being mine a while ago.” He said it as a way of moving on, but it still hit Hawk like a sack full of bricks. J noticed Hawk’s eyes watering as she quickly turned away so he wouldn’t see. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Hawk. It wasn’t meant in a bad way. I just meant that it’s been over a year since I’ve stayed here and you’ve grown your own family here with Pope and Lena while I’ve done my own thing out there, you know? I think the baby taking over the room is a good thing. It served its purpose with me and now someone else will get to experience what I did -the good parts.” He tried to explain rapidly, but Hawk just waved him off.

“It’s the hormones, J. Everything makes me cry, but that was actually a beautifully grown up thing for you to say.” Hawk sniffed, rubbing under her eyes. “I saw two bumblebees bouncing together on a flower in the yard yesterday and I lost it for over an hour, so anything sets me off these days.” 

“That actually sounds kind of cute.” He played along with a teasing grin -the same grin he used to send her when he’d drink straight from the orange juice carton just to piss her off. God, how the time flew. 

“Don’t patronize me, kid. I’m a lethal weapon right now.” Hawk warned, laughing through her tears. 

“Duly noted. So…you know what you're having yet?” J asked with a soft grin as he eased further into the idea of Hawk having a baby. His brain left the ‘with Pope’ part out, just to soften the blow, but it was progress. Hawks hand returned to her belly, rubbing it gently. J picked up the empty box that Hawk had on his bed and started to put some of his old keepsakes in it to put in Hawk’s garage for safekeeping. Everything else would either get donated or repurposed through the house. 

“We’re finding out next week.” Hawk said softly, watching J move around the room. The babbling two year old toddler she brought into this house, who walked those same steps through that same room, was now a man making his own way in life and here she was, sixteen years later, restarting her own journey all over again. 

The tears returned, but this time it wasn’t because of the hormones. Sure, they played a small part, but the memories that played through her mind in tandem with J in the present was a lot. So much had happened since he was a baby, since she bought this house when it was just the two of them, and Julia, for so long. Hawk never would've imagined that this is where she'd end up in the grand scheme of things. 

“What do you think it is?” J’s question broke Hawk from her thoughts. She cleared her throat and brought her attention to him. 

“Firstly, I’m hoping it’s human. Pope’s dad was a one-eyed dolphin, so who knows.” She cracked, making J bark out a laugh. “In all seriousness though, I’m leaning towards a boy. Pope’s convinced it’s a girl though.” He nodded. “Either way, I’ll be happy.”

“This’ll be a piece of cake for you. You’re good at this, you know? I’ve never outright told you, but I’m grateful my mom had you in her life. You took care of us, her, when no one else did, and you didn’t have to, but that’s who you are. You’ve got the heart for this. Now you get to do it because you want to, and while I may not be the first choice of a babysitter, I’m here for whatever you guys need, alright? If Pope needs a hand painting or anything to get it ready, just give me a call.”

“You’re gonna make me cry again, J.” 

“To be fair, I don’t think you’ve stopped crying since I got here.” Hawk smacked J’s shoulder as he laughed and it felt so close to how things used to be before Julia died. Their connection was still there, though frayed as it may be. They still loved each other, through and through. 

“You told anyone else yet?” Hawk shook her head, too choked up to answer. “Smurf’s been asking about you. She might come sniffing around sooner or later. My money’s on sooner. She's gonna flip when she sees you.”  

“Yeah…” Hawk sighed, “My pregnancy has been relatively stress-free up until this point and I’d like to keep it that way, so keep this between us until we’re ready, please?” J set the box down on his old dresser and came up to Hawk, who instantly pulled him into a hug. 

“Of course. And I’m happy for you, Hawk. Really. I already know you’re a great mom.” Hawk squeezed him tighter. 

“That means the world to me, J.” J let her go after a few moments and moved over to the dresser to pick up the box so he could take it to the garage. 

“You know Nicky is going to lose her mind when she finds out, right?” Sweet, good-intentioned Nicky. Hawk could already see the baby shower she dreaded looming in the distance. 

I'm not crying, you're crying (Hawk's crying).

[no-nic]

“This is so stupid.” Kakashi is starting to regret letting Obito borrow his worn copy of Icha Icha Paradise (Volume 1, first edition, signed by the author). “‘I love you’,” quotes Obito dramatically. “‘You are my stars and my Moon...’ What does that even mean? Is this the kind of thing you want to hear from me?” Ah, the ending of chapter five. “You know, sometimes when people like each other…” “You are my stars — someone else’s light and warmth, I can only see you at night?” “It’s a literary…” Kakashi figures his explanation could be received better by any random kamui block. There is a monologue going on. He only hopes Obito will not disturb their comfortable reading position. “You are my Moon — I want to put a strong genjutsu on you to fulfill my deepest fantasies?” Okay, that is potentially disturbing, coming from Obito. “To be fair, that isn’t what most people think…” “I thought there would be explicit scenes straight away, not this empty flowery stuff that goes nowhere!” Obito pokes one of the many offending pages. “They keep confessing over and over with slightly different words. It’s boring. How do you read this with a straight face?” Privately Kakashi has some criticisms of his own. This is after all Jiraiya’s second book, first in a new series. He could admit that some chapters stretched on, the romantic tension that is supposed to be building is more like running in circles around a point. Some of the vocabulary is questionable too… But right now Obito seems to be expecting an answer. And Kakashi knows exactly which string to play. This is war. “Does it make you feel good — hating on my favorite book?” he whines. Obito throws Icha Icha Paradise out of reach. He leans into Kakashi and brings his mouth very, very close to Kakashi’s ear. The warm breath tickles. Kakashi does not try to suppress the shiver that comes over him. “Maybe,” Obito murmurs in a suddenly deeper voice — the kind that would bring Kakashi to his knees hearing it from across a battlefield. “Do you know what else could make me feel good?”

prompt: i love you 💓

art with a side of worth surviving for; it can be even turned into a post-war #obito lives au, if i ever have the energy

pretending it's still day 5 of kakaobi week 2025 by @kkobweek

#no one knows au; when your kamui home has everything but good fiction

✨ icha icha paradise (volume 1) ✨

kakashi: your friend pein flattened the village. you know, where my apartment was. all my books were there. and i barely started rebuilding my collection when someone declared war. this is the only book i had on me. deal with it. obito: it was a rhetorical question. i never saw you read anything but icha icha. kakashi: …you saw me? wait, when? how often were you watching me? obito: kakashi: obito: can you now be angry about the fact that my friend pein flattened the author?

kakashi: how much stolen jewelry do you even have here? obito: not much, why? kakashi: these matching rings fit us both perfectly. and the sharingan red stones are spot on obito, who will forever deny sneaking into a certain someone’s room to measure their fingers in their sleep and then commissioning a perfect pair of wedding rings: obito: thanks. it was a lucky find among mountains of treasure. i kept only the best ones and pawned off the rest

[strwbrychffoncke]

"i feel a little less alone,, 5.9k words synopsis: the notorious & mischevious twins from your class work in tandem to put together a surprise for you contains: lnds luke + kieran x reader ,fluff! ,school au (tbh was going for hs but feels more like college after reading it LOL) friends -> lovers ? ,v light angst ,kind of oblivious!reader (sorry self-indulgent) ,sylus cameo ! (trying to drop hints) ,the twins are really silly here ,twins bickering ,they both like you ,jealous!luke ,they make chocolate together ,confession <3 ,i cant think of anything else my brain is fried note: (unedited! will edit later im too tired rn its too long) hey lol.... making myself complete these before i begin my bday event for myself hehe :x this idea has been in my head for months & finally have the will to bring it to life

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luke and kieran were menaces.

it was apparent to anyone and everyone that had the pleasure (or lack thereof, depending on who you asked) of interacting with them. they were known tricksters, sometimes called "the crow delinquents," with rumors circulating that they never played fair, that they picked fights often, and hid clubs and shurikens in their lockers and secret compartments of their clothes.

shockingly, most believed these rumors, but you were not most, and thus you figured they were just that: rumors.

the little that you did know about them was 1, they were almost never seen apart (if one was without the other, it would be safe to assume that something was wrong). two, they often hung around an upperclassmen by the name of Sylus, notorious for his own reasons with his own reputation preceding him (and maybe he, the delinquent of the school, was the reason for the rumors circulating the twins). and 3, for some reason or another, they were always lingering around you.

not just one, but the both of them.

whether it was the seating arrangements in class (how did you always end up in the middle, you were unsure), your sacred space of silence during breaks suddenly filled with two voices either ranting, joking, or bickering with one another, the previously empty classroom you sought refuge to enjoy a lunch suddenly filled with two more presences (but how is it that you still wound up being the only one who ate in this time?), and even during your walk home, what once was a leisure time filled with your music now taken up with two boys who started being referred to as "bodyguards" accompanying you to your humble home.

despite this change in your daily life, its not like they were unpleasant, per se.

on the contrary, you very much enjoyed the twins' company in what was otherwise an uneventful day, week, month before they began talking to you. you often kept to yourself, and didn't mind it too much, but now you found yourself snorting at the bickering that broke out between the two that you had no choice but to be witness to, taking note of their preferences and spending your precious allowance on drinks from the vending machine for kieran when he seemed a little breathless, and catching yourself laughing a little too hard at something that luke said bluntly (and more so at the smack he'd receive from his brother).

if anything, you were more confused than anything else at the twins apparent attachment to you.

but well, you weren't exactly complaining. they seemed to carve their way into your heart, and you were more than happy with the new routine set in motion with the two of them around.

-

everything good comes in threes, which is how you found yourself faced with sylus of all people seated in what was supposed to be kieran's spot in the otherwise empty classroom.

you were so shocked at his presence— sitting confidently albeit questionably with one leg bent at the knee towards his chest, foot planted on the seat and the other stretched straight, arm resting on his knee as he flipped a coin over in his other— that your first instinct was to run. while you didn't do exactly that, you simply turned around, hoping that he hadn't already noticed you.

"hey."

dammit.

you stopped immedietaly, but refused to turn around. it was silent for a moment before his voice rang through again.

"come, sit. i wanted to talk to you."

this couldn't be good, could it?

you peeked behind you, only to find sylus piercing gaze already on you.

"i wont bite," he jokes, gesturing to the seat infront of him.

you don't respond but carefully make your way to your seat, settling yourself in before the so-called delinquent.

"where—"

"they're... indisposed, at the moment," he answers smoothly, cutting of your impending curiosity.

you wonder if you should pry, but before you can, he speaks again.

"those two seem to have taken such a strong liking to you that i figured i'd speak to you myself."

you feel your face heat up at his choice of words.

"well... what did you want to talk about?"

sylus leans forward slightly, elbow planted on the desk, hand in a fist where he rests the side of his head.

"what did you do to get them like that? i wanted to see the kind of person that captivated them so strongly."

your eyes widen.

"captivated...? they were the ones who approached me first—"

"they don't go around approaching everyone, now do they sweetie?"

when you think back, you're not even sure you'd see them approach anyone else, usually only sticking with one another and speaking when approached by any student.

"..no, i guess not."

sylus smirks.

"and why do you think that is?"

you fish out your utensils from the wrap, popping the lid off of your container before reaching for the rice while answering.

"actually, ive been trying to figure that out myself."

your gaze is fixed on your lunch now, scooping some rice into your mouth while eyeing what to go for next, missing the incredulous look sylus shoots your way.

"what do you mean?" he murmurs, watching as you pick up a piece of meat and happily chow down on it.

you swallow, taking a sip of water before speaking again.

"well, they kind of approached me all of a sudden one day, and have lingered around me ever since."

realizing how that may sound, your head shoots up, panicked eyes meeting sylus' gaze, waving your arms around in front of you.

"its not like i have a problem with them or anything! i just— i mean—" your gaze shifts to the side before falling back on your food, one hand falling to your lap as the other picks at the warm meal.

"i'm not sure why those two would hang around someone like me, thats all," you mumble, picking at some greens and shoveling them between your lips.

sylus raises an eyebrow at your shift in expressions just moments ago.

you were quite an interesting one, indeed.

he leans back in his seat, his propped leg falling to stretch out beside the other, crossing his feet and folding his arms over his chest.

"have you considered that maybe they like you?"

your eyes flit up to meet his, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

sylus thinks he's got you.

you swallow again, taking another sip of water, setting it down and staring straight ahead.

"well, id hope they do."

sylus' eyes widen ever so slightly. you tilt your head slightly, continuing.

"i mean, they're around me so much, i would only hope its out of likeness and not pity," you finish before shoveling some more rice into your mouth.

sylus narrows his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

clueless, aren't you?

"i meant romantically, sweetie."

your reaction is immediate.

your eyes widen before you let out a series of coughs, reaching for your water bottle in haste to gulp the liquid down and soothe your throat.

"wh-what?" you finally ask between coughs, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve.

"is it that unbelievable?"

"well, why would they—"

"boss!"

"y/n~!"

before you know it, you're wrapped up in several arms, with one twin sliding into the seat beside you and sliding his arms around your waist and head on your shoulder while the other stands behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders and lightly pulling your head towards his chest.

"what are you doing here with our y/n?" the voice behind you asks, playfully accusatory, and you realize its luke.

"yeah, what are you doing here with her? is that why you made us run that errand for you?" kieran, by your side, asks in the same tone.

sylus puts his hands up in mock surrender, the twins' gazes following his movement as he stands up, lazy smirk plastered on his face.

"as i told them, i was merely curious about the person you both can't seem to stop talking about."

the twins' eyes widen, feeling their heartrates increase, sharing the same look of bewilderment as they stare at sylus.

"b-boss!"

"i'll be taking my leave now," he says smoothly, all-too satisfied at flustering the twins. you only squirm in their grasp, but they don't budge.

"and you," sylus makes eye contact with you, stopping you in your futile struggle.

"we'll speak again soon." his voice is laced with promise and you can only nod in agreement before you watch him turn on his heel, and coolly make his way out of the classroom, sliding the door shut behind him and disappearing down the hallway.

you breathe out a sigh of relief and in seconds, the twins slide into the chairs beside yours, lazer-focused on you.

"what did he say?"

"was he talking about us?"

"did he say anything strange?"

"were you nervous?"

they're questions come in rapid fire, and you have to plant a hand on each of their masks to signal them to slow down.

"sorry," they mumble in unison, lightly pushing your hands down, letting them fall into your lap.

"do you want some?" you gesture to your lunch. "i made a lot, so...."

"yes, please!" they answer in unison, their eyes skimming over the meat, rice, and veggies within the container.

already accustomed to their antics, you turn around to allow them to eat with little worry before you begin answering their questions one by one.

"he said he was here to 'see the kind of person i am?' i didn't really understand, but thats what he said."

the twins shared a look behind your back.

"he did mention you both. when i asked where you were, he just said you were 'indisposed.'"

"typical of boss," kieran states plainly.

"anything strange... well, he asked if it occurred to me that you both might like me."

in seconds, the sound of something akin to a shocked screech was accompanied by coughs, and shortly after, someone slapping the others back.

"are you okay?? should i turn around?"

"no, he's fine," kieran answered, making luke chug some juice before looking at him in concern.

"are you—"

"HE SAID THAT!?" luke cried as soon as he could speak again.

"ye—"

"what did you say??" now kieran sounded just as frantic.

"i.. i said i hoped you did like me since you hang out around me so much, because i like you both."

"you..."

"you said that..?" kieran asked, a little breathless.

"y-yeah—"

"did he say anything else???" luke interrupted.

"he..." you trailed off, wondering if you should say it.

'i meant romantically, sweetie.'

you felt your face heat up at the thought of his words again. but why would he say that? surely because he was messing with you. despite what he said or may be implying, you were sure the twins didn't, no couldn't, think that way about you, and so why bring it up and embarrass yourself further?

"he didn't say much else like that," you lied, a little relieved once you heard the twins sigh out in what you assumed was relief.

"were you nervous then? i know how boss may seem," kieran piped up after a few beats of silence from what you assumed was them eating.

"yes, actually. the second i saw him in your spot, i turned around thinking i was in the wrong room."

kieran snorted while luke practically cackled.

"ah, i wonder, hahaha! what he must've thought, ha!" luke pondered aloud, words broken between his pleased giggles.

you smiled at the sound.

you had a passing thought, for just a moment, that you'd like to hear the sound everyday.

the rest of the break was spent as usual, the twins doing most of the talking, making a mental note to talk to their boss later as they relished in what lunchtime they had left to spend with you.

-

if you were to ask kieran, he would say the moment he fell for you was well before they ever even approached you.

while he may prefer to throw himself off of the roof of the school before ever admitting it aloud, you might say that it was "love at first sight." and honestly? his only regret these days is not approaching you sooner.

he remembers the day so clearly, its almost a core memory for him. they went back and forth on the idea of going or skipping orientation, ultimately deciding to go for the sole reason that they had nothing better to do that day.

matching in simple black jeans, black hoodie and black face masks they approached the school together, talking about something he couldn't recall even if he tried.

he remembers nodding along to something luke was saying as he looked ahead towards the entrance of the doors, and thats when he saw you.

you were dressed nicely, nowhere near formal but much nicer compared to him and luke, posture anxious but with promise, phone clutched in your hand, messy pieces of hair falling to the front of your face despite the pins you had-

and then, you met eyes.

it was so brief, just a second, but something about those eyes of yours- bright yet unsure, glittering yet anxious- made kieran's heart skip a beat.

a second later he blinked and you were gone, disappeared behind the entrance doors no doubt scurrying off towards the orientation's location and then kieran remembers luke stopping by his side (when did he stop walking? he wasn't sure) his brothers' hand slapping then resting on his shoulder as kieran held a hand over his rapidly-racing heart.

"hey, you good? whats up?" luke asked out of concern but tone still light, mixed with more confusion then anything, seeming completely unaware of the sensations running through his brother's veins.

kieran insisted that it was nothing, just a little hot he managed to choke out, and despite the clouds almost completely shielding the sun behind them, luke only gave a quizzical look before nodding.

"better get inside, then!" he chirped, patting his brothers shoulder again before returning both hands to his pockets and walking ahead.

kieran knew what he was thinking without him having to say it.

bullshit, but i wont push it right now.

after all, they were twins, and to some degree, their "twin telepathy" wasn't just some inside joke.

the orientation and checking out the classes passed in a blur. all he could recall was your pretty outfit and that look in your eyes.

. . .

when he found himself in the same class as not only luke but you as well, he felt like he might implode.

though, rather than getting involved right away, he thought maybe it was better to keep his distance, that you'd come to him first.

but the longer he waited, the more impatient he got.

and the more time that passed, the more rumors began floating about them both.

he noticed you around, how you mostly kept to yourself, more often than not seen with your headphones over your ears, drowning out everyone and everything, a little dazed and lost in your own little world.

distant, comfortable, alone.

at this point, he began second-guessing himself. there's not way someone like you would willingly hang around some "shady delinquents" that just so happened to be in half of your classes.

not to mention every time he did try to approach you, his heart rate sped up so rapidly he'd always get cold feet last minute.

he was just about to sigh in defeat, faceplant straight into bed and sob his eyes out over his broken heart while blasting sad music when a notification brought his attention to his phone.

it was an email of a group project, and within it the groups that everyone was assigned to.

he opened it, uninterested, eyes skimming over the names in boredom, subconsciously looking for yours.

and he found it.

right next to his and luke's.

his heart lurched.

that evening, he let out a scream so loudly, luke was convinced he had been attacked, so imagine his surprise when he burst into his brothers room only to see him rolling around on the floor.

after that, friendship came quickly.

he, by some miracle, managed to mask his nerves behind his actual face mask and witty banter with luke, shamelessly inserting himself deeper and deeper within your daily schedule until it became natural.

luke followed suit, and though his suspicions of his brothers antics was ever present, he remained, finding solace in your company and reveling in the new addition to tease and chat away to (not with, since you mostly listened rather than spoke yourself, not that he minded, neither of them did).

kieran felt his feelings grow with each passing day, hiding it behind mischievous eyes and dramatics. he would figure out the next step later, he thought.

-

if you asked luke, he would say the moment he fell for you was after he saw you getting hit on.

honestly, it may have been before that, but he just refused to face his feelings, pushing the weird-fluttery feeling he'd get every time you laughed (either by his doing or getting smacked by his brother), smiled (he really likes that expression on you, he feels lucky to be able to witness it everyday), or touched him (either your hands grazing his after handing him a drink from the vending machine or tugging on his sleeve to get his attention, he always thought his heart might just burst right then and there).

this must be a very strong liking towards you because you were so different from kieran and sylus and others, is what he convinced himself of.

that was, until someone appeared to try and snatch you away.

even now at the mention of that day, luke can immediately feel heat creep up his neck, his ears burning bright red, the crimson spreading across his face as he begs kieran to just shut up, already! to which his twin simply laughs his head off.

it was a normal day— at least, thats how it began.

he remembers the part where he made you laugh in class, having a chill period as you three worked on your assignment together. any day he makes you laugh is a good day in his book.

and then, came lunch time.

out of the norm, you decided you wanted to eat outside in the courtyard. it wasn't often you decided this, and you always told luke and kieran they could go wherever else they wished (knowing they probably wanted to hangout with sylus too) but they had insisted they would join you.

and they did. for awhile.

at some point, kieran had said something about talking to sylus about something, saying he'd be back in a blink. that left you and luke for some time, until you offhandedly mentioned a drink you were craving, to which luke perked up and offered to grab for you from the vending machine.

"i want one too, its not biggie! ill be quick, so don't miss me too much~"

he gave a little wave and you laughed before thanking him, watching him walk off before you gathered some more rice together.

. . .

luke was absentmindedly humming to himself, swiftly tossing and turning the drinks in hand as he momentarily wondered if kieran would beat him to returning to you. at least he'd have something for him if—

"—y/n, right? we share the class..."

lukes train of thought seemed to crash.

"..been looking for you...."

he tilted his head to the side.

who...

he took a couple of steps closer, enough to hear but not enough to be immediately spotted.

"im so glad i was able to catch you on your own!"

luke could get a clearer look at the guy that approached you.

he wasn't anything special in his opinion, maybe a little charming if he squinted, dressed decently enough, he thinks as he watches the guy give a nervous yet polite smile your way.

why was he scrutinizing him so deeply?

why was he so irked at someone else looking at you like that?

why did he want to tackle him so badly?

he reasoned with himself that he shouldn't, not when he hasn't done anything.

but if he did....

luke wouldn't hesitate.

"actually, i..."

the guy looked away, scratching his cheek and giving a nervous chuckle.

you urged him to continue, how nice of you, always so nice, luke thought.

"well... i just...."

he took a deep breath.

"i think you're really cute, and wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me!"

luke has never been so filled to the brim with dread.

he quickly garners your expression, and you're nothing less than shocked.

"i... um...." you avert your gaze towards your lunch, pondering.

you're trying to find a way to turn him down.

the guy takes a step closer, holding a hand over his chest.

"come on, give me a chance! we can get to know each other, and if you dont like it, well..."

his words trail off as something behind you catches his eye.

its luke, making a beeline toward you.

"birdie~~ im back with— oh, whos this, is he a friend of yours?"

lukes tone is playful and light, but his eyes are piercing, aimed straight towards the mystery guy.

he doesnt actually know how he got here, all he knows is that his body moved quicker than his brain, perceiving a threat and acting as your shield: namely, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and planting his chin atop your head.

a cute gesture, but this way, you cant see his expression.

"oh, thank you, luke...."

"w-wait, is he...?"

suddenly the student's eyes are wide and shaking, hand trembling as he points towards the protective twin twisted around you.

ah, someone who believes the rumors.

for the first time, luke is actually grateful for them.

"y-you're the one who... he.... i— im sorry, i should've known—!"

"wait—"

you begin to stretch a hand out to gesture for the student to pause but he's already bolted off and out of sight, taking himself towards safety.

luke lets out a sigh.

even with the perceived threat gone, his arms tighten around you slightly.

he can feel his heart racing.

"you're so soft..."

"luke..?"

that somehow snaps him back, and he jumps away from you.

"s-sorry," he mumbles, shaking his head before taking his seat beside you.

"your drink," he holds the can out towards you and you thank him.

"why did he look so afraid?"

out of everything you could ask, thats the first question that spills from your lips.

luke opens his mouth to answer but is beat to the punch.

"thats because of the rumors. we are delinquents, ya know?"

luke chokes on air at the sound of kieran's voice flitting through the air as he reclaims his spot.

"sorry i took so long, i—"

"how long have you been here?" luke cuts him off.

"long enough," he answers deliberately, his eyes with a knowing glint in them.

that evening, luke never head the end of it.

but one thing was now certain in his mind:

he did not like the idea of you with someone else.

especially one that ran at the sight of danger incarnate.

he remembers the way he felt, his heart racing at the memory of you clutched in his arms, like you two were the only ones that existed for a few moments in time, and finally confronted what he'd been running from.

he liked you.

a lot.

what an awful thing, luke sighed, falling backwards on his bed, cheeks warm and rosy.

-

without having an actual conversation of acknowledgement, the twins knew that they both garnered feelings for you.

the perks of twin telepathy.

after acknowledging these feelings, they decided to work together on putting something together for you.

the idea, in theory, was genius.

they would make homemade chocolates (who didn't like sweets?), surprise you with them, confess their undying love, and live happily ever after with you.

except... someone (or two) underestimated just how difficult making chocolates from scratch could be.

"no thats— what are you doing?"

"what am i doing? im trying to follow the recipe!"

"in what world does it need that?"

"its called 'a little extra love,' idiot."

"oh, im the idiot??"

the kitchen was a mess, and their banter filling it made it all the more worse.

at some point, they mutually agreed to take a break.

kieran took a long sip of water while luke slumped down beside him, letting out a long sigh.

"this sucks."

"too bad neither of us is all that good in the kitchen."

"im not even talking about that."

kieran raised an eyebrow.

"i just mean— feelings."

kieran let out an amused scoff.

"feelings suck?"

"god, yes!" luke exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"i mean, who even created love? we should kill them."

kieran snorted.

"you'd rather do that then face your feelings?"

there was a beat of silence.

"probably."

"idiot."

"arent you worried at all?"

kieran shrugged his shoulders.

"of course i am."

"then, why—"

"i mean, they're not the type to just up and run, ya know? they didn't run away when we—"

"when you," luke interrupts.

"when we approached them," kieran continues.

"so even if they dont reciprocate, they wouldnt leave us in the dust."

"...you really think that?"

"i know that, they proved that," kieran emphasizes his words, giving a kind looks towards his brother.

"it'll be okay."

luke sighs.

"i sure hope so."

he moves to stand up, taking kieran's outstretched hand and pulling himself up, dusting himself off.

"god, making chocolates is so sappy, isnt it?"

kieran smirked.

"do delinquents make chocolates?"

luke smiles.

"the best in the world."

-

the twins have been acting strange these days, to say the least.

you like to think you know them well. after so much time together, months upon months, you're quite pleased with the fact that you can tell them apart (not that it was difficult, you learned just how different they were from the very first couple of encounters back then) and your ability to sense shifts in their demeanors.

not that it happens often, but every so often, there's something that slips just enough to let you know something is wrong.

and more and more of those days have popped up recently.

though, rather than annoyed or down about something, they seem a little on edge instead.

you immediately noticed it the first day, when kieran was subconsciously bouncing his leg in class along with luke's fingers dancing across the tabletop.

there wasn't any exam expected today, you mostly took the time to go over your notes and study the current material, so you wondered if there was another reason for the sudden anxious movements.

"are you both alright?"

your concerned tone made both pairs of eyes flit up to meet yours, shimmering to the brim with confusion and worry.

their hearts clenched.

"what do you mean, birdie?"

"its just... you're bouncing your leg," you point to kieran's leg, who's movements seize as soon as you do,

"and you've been drumming for awhile now," you then turn and point towads luke's hands that quickly clasp over one another after pointing them out.

you lean in closer, your heart beginning to race with worry.

"if something's bothering you, you know you can tell me!"

they feel their hearts throb in sync, and glance at each other.

"we know, little birdie," luke begins.

"but, lets just say its a secret~" kieran finishes with a playful tone, one pointer finger positioned in front of his lips.

he drops his hand back in his lap, and you sigh.

"its not any trouble with sylus, is it?"

"nope, nothing like that!" luke reassures with a wave of his hand.

you frown, tilting your head and lowering your voice just a touch.

"you're not being threatened again, are you?"

kieran lets out an amused laugh.

given their reputation, they've become prone to receiving threats from some gangs and other "wannabe delinquents," as luke calls them. they had opened up about this offhandedly before, leaving your mouth agape in shock and now very much more concerned for their safety.

they simply waved you off, laughing and cooing at how cute you are before insisting they can handle themselves. shouldnt you know better than anyone else? they ask in regards to the rumors you're all-too accustomed to, with many random students approaching you to borderline interrogate you about the twins, if the rumors are true, and what your goal is with them.

(the last one always rubbed you the wrong way, your stomach turning in disdain. what do they mean "what your goal is?" if they only knew their true nature, then....

but you held the simmering feelings for the two within your heart).

kieran only shakes his head, a smile adorning his lips.

"nope! not that either."

"well..."

"dont worry," kieran cuts you off, patting your head.

"we're just fine," luke pipes up, giving a thumbs up and unconvincing smile.

you huff out a breath.

"if you say so..."

. . .

the second time is when they ditch you for lunch.

"boss' orders~!" kieran says as he leaves your favorite drink in an apology before scurrying off with luke in tow.

you didnt entirely mind being on your own even after growing accustomed to two extra guests...

but the way they left so suddenly made your heart sink.

you tried to busy your mind by scrolling on your phone as you ate when a knock at the classroom door startles you.

"mind if i join you?"

its the familiar velvet that suddenly surrounds you, grounding you and filling you with nerves and a strange sense of comfort.

you look up to crimson eyes, shaking your head as you gesture towards the seat next to you.

sylus takes his seat, looking you up and down before raising a brow.

"where are those two? its rare to see you by yourself."

you offer him your own look of confusion.

"i... thought they were with you? or, doing something for you. thats what kieran told me, anyway."

sylus' expression morphed into something unreadable before he exhaled sharply.

"sorry, but it seems they're off doing their own thing."

those words felt like a weight on your chest.

doing their own thing..? why would they lie? was it something you did?

your mind reeled.

what could it have been? you wrack your brain but cant think of anything.

did they... get tired of you?

your spiraling state must be showing on your face because suddenly you feel a sensation on your shoulder- a comforting hand.

"hey..."

you look up and for the first time see concern shining in those rubies.

he lets out a heavy sigh.

"you know, before jumping to conclusions, why dont you confront them yourself?"

-

the third time is when you stop by their dorm.

you'd been over a couple of times before, but they mostly spent time in yours, "preferring the atmosphere" they had said once when you asked.

now you wondered if they were simply hiding something.

luke is the one who answers, standing in silence with eyes too wide in shock for a second too long, probing you to wave a hand in front of his face to bring him back to earth.

"sorry, uh, co-come in!" he stutters, stepping aside and letting you in, mentally facepalming as he shuts the door behind you.

"is kieran here, too?"

"yea, he's—"

"who is it, luke?"

"its—"

"its me," you call back, and you think you hear something clatter. theres footsteps, and then he appears from behind the door.

"bi-birdie?!"

your heart picks up as you stare at them both.

"i want to talk."

they share a glance, then lead you to sit down on a couple of cushions on the carpeted floor.

its silent for a few moments, but soon you find the words you wish to say, willing yourself to just try to get through it without crying.

you take a deep breath.

"you know, if you're tired of me, you can just tell me."

the twins eyes resemble saucers. you continue.

"its been a whole week that you two started acting strange. avoiding me, blowing me off, leaving me alone... if you.."

you steady your breathing. you wont cry.

"if you dont... if you dont like me anymore, thats okay, but—"

"who the hell put that idea into your head?"

your head snaps up to kieran, whos tone of voice you almost dont recognize, being the first time you catch what sounds like a mesh of anger and regret within it.

you stare for a moment, unbelieving.

"kieran..."

"no, someone— someone must've said something, right? to put that idea into your head?"

"you... you're the ones who..."

"its not what you think!" luke chimes in, all defense and reassuring merged into his tone.

he turns to kieran.

"i think now's the time."

kieran looks at luke then at you.

"but..."

"lets prove it now, since we havent really been the best...."

kieran takes another moment to think then nods in understanding.

"wait here," he tells you before getting up and retrieving something from the next room.

he come back moments later with a little box.

"we're so sorry, y/n," luke begins, voice drowning in regretful sorrow. he reaches his hand out and you allow him to grasp one of yours.

"we... we were actually making this for you, and, well, we were pretty nervous..." kieran trails off, holding out the box to you.

you look it over, grabbing it with your free hand.

"the... secret?" you ask, remembering that day in class.

they nod.

your breath hitched.

slowly, you pull your occupied hand from lukes and use both to open the box in your lap.

inside are an array of chocolates, your favorite flavors, all in the shape of little crows.

"we made them ourselves," kieran begins.

"so... hopefully they'll taste good, and..."

"they're sort of...."

they take a deep breath.

"its our profession of love to you!" they exclaim together, wholeheartedly.

your heart rate spikes.

their.... what?

"we've liked you for a long time..." says kieran.

"and, we were planning to tell you, a little later, but..."

"we needed to give you this now, to show you."

"we like you plenty, as you can see."

luke smiles when you laugh.

"we're sorry for making you think otherwise," kieran finishes.

now they're looking at you expectantly, and you can't help but to smile, words escaping you at the heartfelt confession.

instead of responding right away, you reach for a cute little crow chocolate, and pop it into your mouth.

they watch your expressions as you take in the flavor.

first curious, then surprised, and then—

that cute smile and hum when something particularly pleases you.

you look up, gazing at the two, who still look like they're bracing themselves for something.

instead, you set the box aside for a moment, reaching forward and planting a kiss on each of their cheeks, smiling sweetly afterwards.

"dummies."

they each hold a hand over the cheek you kissed, half in awe and all in pleasure.

you could talk more about everything later. for now, you offer them some of their hard work, somehow moving together like magnets, sandwiched comfortably between their warmth as you all feed each other the precious chocolate crows.

you'd have to remember to thank sylus later.

-

a/n: why am i releasing this so late..? um as the marias once said ooo its valentines day in the city~ why it turned out so long..? i wish i knew all i can say is i was possessed n needed this out of my system even though theres barely any luke/kieran content out there sigh... sorry for the rushed ending! if this stayed in my drafts one more night i thought i might explode

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[gotta-bail-my-quails]

i should be working on my final project for my class but lol. nope. elaborating on civilian X/other top ten post instead (which I'm calling 💯 au b/c X as 10 in ruman numerals...times top 10....100)

The rest of the top 10 come to his workplace and bother him, either trying to woo him by leaving gifts or just waiting outside for him to clock out.

They nearly fight on more than one occasion. X has taken to trying to trick them into thinking the office is closed by making it look like the lights are off outside. Someone gets a hold of his work schedule, so he goes and makes it look different for all of them (due to his shitty boss, he is working all the time so all the fake schedules technically don't lie about if he is there, just about if he is not--this only stops the top 10 from meeting and fighting each other. X does not want to pay for damages if they break something.)

Eventually he decides he could try to turn them down subtly by implying he is taken/has commitments already only that they're literally like, the top 10 most powerful people in the world so they would probably just pressure anyone else away. Besides, nobody is stupid enough to try fake dating someone with the top 10 after them.

The solution? civilian X makes it look like he is dating hero X. Sets his wallpaper to himself (fake) with his other self. Bonus, now nobody will think they are the same person! Secret identity win!

Except now the other top 10 are seething with jealousy. Now they want the position of X for...different reasons.

So hero X finds himself facing the top 10 whenever he fights. He. is so much more stressed out now, and it shows on his civilian self. The top 10 notice and pamper civilian X more, so he almost forgives them (because free food and whatnot)

Doesn't have to be romantic pursuit either per se. I'm imagining Little Johnny for instance thinking of Civilian X like a father figure and when finding out he is "dating" hero X, is kinda horrified like, "my stepfather would be X?? You mean two of my dads would be X??"

That being said, the sheer comedic potential of Valentine's day? I've made a small comic about it here with Ghostblade and Dragon Boy, but also thinking about what the other heroes would do for it....Luo Li hacking billboards or the lights of the building across the street to spell a message, Queen writing a new law increasing the minimum wage or limiting overtime (b/c of the rules thing mentioned in her PV), Cyan writes a song that plays on the radio for months afterwards and everyone in the workplace fucking loves it. X misses the bus and Little Johnny and Big Johnny come to pick him up before he can teleport. Ahu just sits in his lap in dog form and makes everyone else insanely jealous.

[voidcat]

Michael kaiser x reader. unknowingly childhood friends au. kaiser and reader aren’t explicitly dating (yet) but he is weird about them and expressive about it.

to go with this drabble I wrote about reader having an exceptional memory but only for the teen/adult years and not remembering anything in regards to your childhood— including having met kaiser actually when you both were only kids.

Having a memory exceptional for recent years but not for your past is a very unfortunate and hilarious thing. Or so Kaiser thinks, until one day you and the others are chatting about childhood memories and you are telling a story of to your own.

It’s most likely one of the memories that you were reminded of by your parents. You do remember locations and certain objects from your childhood— like how bats would fly like birds as the sun sets, eating eclairs from that nice bakery or that park you frequented so much; still life is easier to memorize, to carry in your heart. But when it comes to people and faces, you need assistance- hence the crafted memories by the hands of others.

In the middle of the story, Kaiser grows suspicious, you haven’t spoken much about your childhood so while he is interested, he cannot shake off this feeling.

The location you’ve described is oddly familiar, too specific… it’s not an impossibility to have crossed the same locations with you but it’d still be quite frustrating, he thinks.

As you continue your story with heated motions and your voice raising and lowering, he cannot help but furrow his brows. He knows how this story goes, he knows what will come next.

He says under his breath the next line of action and you repeat the exact same words and he feels something struck in his chest.

Having crossed same location was bad? Oh no, he certainly rushed to reach a conclusion because this, is far worse— that not only you both spent your childhood at the same park, it was the same day— maybe days! He doesn’t know if he wants you to keep talking at this point, your voice tightening his chest.

No, what is worse is he goes through the faces and figures he can remember and flips through them like skimming a book as he tries and compares them to you.

A sense of relief washes over him when the images don’t really match at all.

A sense of dread in about half an hour when the conversation turns into exchanging childhood pictures now and you laugh about how your hair color used to be few shades different than your current one.

Resting his arms on the table and letting his head fall there, he lets out a wail through gritted teeth, not caring if anyone heard or not.

He wants to scream, rip out his hair, to rush to your side and shake you by the shoulders for being so, so careless! Asking you to slap him as hard as you can for he, himself, has been such a fucking fool!

How is it that you were always so close yet so far, right under his nose, at his fingertips the whole time?..

[sillygoofyqueer]

WOOO FUCKED UP XIANXIAN. I humbly ask for how the burial mounds change him (ur au is feeding me and giving me inspiration to draw it is a NEED for more info)

Heheeheheheeee oookay!!! Who am I to deny such a loving worshipper of my shrine? For starters, let's talk about the hair. The iconic, grimy hair. It's covered in really dried blood and dirt from you know, qi deviation supreme plus tearing apart a guy with his bare hands plus getting beat half to death PLUS being thrown into the Burial Mounds. This, is quite an issue, especially with the previous knots n shit always in his hair anyway. At first, Wei Ying is stubborn about keeping it, stubborn about being able to honour his parents while they are dead, but then there's the issue of practicality. Eventually he breaks and saws off the worst parts of his hair with Suibian, meaning that his hair...well, looks like it's been cut with a sword. He can put it up into a ponytail with his mother's ribbon, but there's always different bits slipping free because there's all different lengths.

Now the rest of it! You know how I mentioned that the Burial Mounds sent resentful energy curling through Wei Ying's system as like a mini heal before his golden core could start healing it all up himself? Well, that shows the most in his EYE. REMEMBER??? I said that he has a sort of cloudy eye from a training session with Wen Xu!! SO, his eye has resentful energy just swirling around in there (in the sclera to be specific), and he goes through bouts where he can see out of it really well and he's like holy SHIT this is great, and then sometimes he can't see out of it at ALL. It's either one hundred percent or zero percent. The Burial Mounds is really trying Its best, I promise.

Also also, I mentioned how the resentful energy seemed to 'stain' his fingers and basically leaves his joints impossible to move sometimes without an acupuncture session from Wen Qing to help the resentful energy 'flow'. Well, without these sessions, mixed with much more resentful energy being used each day, this 'stain' is basically not even a stain anymore, dark black and reaching up to mid bicep at least, slowly crawling up to his shoulders. His arms are in constant pain, they hurt to move and use, but Wei Ying can't just not use his arms, so he has to power through them. Some days, when he can find time to meditate a little, it helps, but it's just a temporary fix each time.

The resentful energy is also crawling through his veins to help with any breaks and bursts so there are like patches of his skin that are also a deep black, thin cracks in his skin where it has breached his skin. His legs and hips deal with this the most because they dealt with a lot of the blows and took most of the damage during the fall, so there are splashes of resentful energy and cracks of it where his bone broke skin. He's basically in constant pain and will be until he can get out of the Burial Mounds so his golden core has juice to heal his fucked up body. A different note but he's also just very skinny, very gaunt, just muscle (because he needs to learn how to fight through the never ending pain and Suibian gets restless without the wind on her blade).

The resentful energy constantly within his body is also...having stranger effects. He doesn't notice any of them of course, he doesn't have time to think about why he doesn't need to blink basically at all anymore, why his neck doesn't break with how he moves it, or why his bones just click and shift slightly instead of breaking if they bend inwards instead of outwards. The Burial Mounds doesn't want him to hurt anymore, so It's helping by making him....more flexible? (Changing his body. Twisting it.) His joints can all be just snapped backwards and it doesn't cause that much pain, just a vague soreness or like an itch that can't be stitched. Sometimes, when the resentful energy is at its strongest, he can go almost an hour without breathing before he randomly does one of those big breaths and doesn't notice it's the first one he's done in a while.

I almost forgot about the scars!! So many scars. Oh my god. His fingers are very crooked because they probably fractured both from the beatings and also while ripping a guy's chest open, which I can only assume takes a fair bit of force. It's easy to see where the new scars are with his new tone of skin - tanned corpse!! The new scars are a mixture of beating scars, raised skin where bone has broken flesh and then burn scars. "Why are there-" I'M OBVIOUSLY GOING TO TELL YOU. GOD. It's because the few times that Wei Ying is meditating and his natural qi can sort of 'take the wheel a little', it tries to burn out the resentful energy, but it's literally in Wei Ying's skin and body, so it just ends up burning at his skin n shit. I don't know where else to add this so I'm putting this here but this man is literally in ONE robe. He is in his inner robe with gashes rips and blood stains and mud on it. He is TITS out, the resentful energy pulsing through his brand mark (claw marks from where he tried to rip it out during his qi deviation by the way).

BONUS because I'm going to make this the post of the day (I mistimed everything siiiigh) -> The Burial Mounds definitely has a 'physical' form that he takes for Wei Ying's benefit, and It tries to appear in a form that is known to Wei Ying. However, It only has Wei Ying as a reference....and we know that Wei Ying's Not Doing Great right now. Of course, It is made from the collective resentful energy of thousands of deaths upon these grounds, but it's more a feeling, a concept, rather than all of the spirits remembering absolutely everything about themselves. They do not remember what they once were, they don't remember what humans are, these are creatures fuelled only by hatred, or revenge, or loss, or sadness etc. That is what makes up the Burial Mounds.

Anyway, so, using Wei Ying (and generic things) as a frame of reference, what does the Burial Mounds look like? For one, It is like, scary tall, looming over Wei Ying - this is so It can take care of him! It has noticed that the younger creatures are often smaller than the older creatures, and Wei Ying is Its child, so It must be bigger than him! It just is...a lot bigger than him. It's also very skinny, because Wei Ying is skinny, and once again, young creatures are often smaller imitations of the older creatures, so It must be skinnier! This leads to an obviously terrifying effect of Its skin clinging to Its 'bones' because It doesn't doesn't know what muscles are and doesn't think It needs them like Wei Ying.

It also notices that Wei Ying has really long hair and is really determined to keep it long, so of course It has to have long hair as well!!! Thick, black hair that hangs around Its face, revealing a singular red eye, and down Its body, dragging at Its feet with every move it makes. Sometimes, when Wei Ying is stressed and his hands aren't too bad, he practices hairstyles on It. Its actual features are indiscernible. They flicker and change, different features of the spirits fuelling It appearing at any moment. It has a singular grey robe on, and It looks like It's just crawled out of a grave with it on. Its impossibly pale skin is littered with scars, shifting to symbolise different spirits' deaths as well.

[dying-isnt-good-for-your-health]

single father of 6 at nearly 27 years old

more of my adopted/acquired early au (first post of it, which has more info on the au)

Alfred is visiting England and Bruce got pulled due to a multi-day JL emergency, so Dick got to be in charge for a few days, it went as well as you would expect

small extra info about the au:

I didn't mention it in the last post, but the reason Duke is living in the manor and stuff is because I decided to make Jay (His cousin in the comics who has guardianship over Duke) be under the age of 18 when Duke's parents were Joker gassed (Based on my research, you must be over the age of 18 in New Jersey for that, but correct me if that's wrong) since Duke 's parents get Joker Gassed 12-13 years earlier than canon in the au

Cass is mostly non verbal, because she hasn't been learning English for too long and her mind didn't get changed by a random guy, she finds baby Damian confusing because babies have a bit of a different body language than older kids and adults, reacting in ways she can't predict as easily

Damian's first word was a swear, which he learned after Dick accidentally kicked a table leg, Jason and Dick are the only ones who know this fact, the rest of the Waynes think his first word was "Papa", neither plan on telling anyone for the next decade

Tim is a tattletale

Steph comes over to hang out with Tim sometimes, she doesn't know Dick and Bruce are Batman and Robin, but she has theories (Because why wouldn't rich people have a basement?)

Every one of them fight in typical sibling fashion, they have a score board to keep track of each person's wins, Jason is winning in the "Total Fights Won" category, Cass is winning in the "Wins to Losses Ratio" category, and Bruce is winning in the "Total Grey Hairs Gained" category

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Fiday: Jason and Tim part 2

Behold the brotherly nut shot! After Titans tower Jason honestly deserved that. I was looking for a comic image of these two for this post and couldn't resist this one lol (it's from Teen Titans 47, I think)

If you missed part 1 of this list, you can find it and all my other fic rec lists here: The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Anywho, happy reading!

Warm My Heart in the Sun by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

Summary:

The valet opens the door as he places a ticket under the windshield, a hot breeze lazily snaking its way into the backseat. Then, he climbs out and shuts the door behind him, and the air falls as still as a crumpled quilt. He doesn’t so much as glance at the backseat window as he walks away, leaving Tim alone to wait. And that’s… that’s probably fine! His parents did say that going to a gala with them was something for big kids to do, and he already knows big kids are supposed to be able to be able to be apart from their parents without throwing a fit, so maybe this is why. Maybe waiting like this is part of every grown-up event, and that’s why he needed to be a big boy before he could come with them. So yes. He can be a big boy. He can wait, alone. It’s even kind of exciting! He’s not sure he’s ever been completely alone, without even a nanny nearby. He just… well, he wishes they could have left the AC on while he waits.

Momo's Notes: TRIGGER WARNING for a small child having to saved after being left in a hot car. An 11 year old Jason is sulking about Bruce dragging him to a freaking WINE TASTING of all things when he notices some movement in one of parked cars. This is just a oneshot but my hope springs eternal that the author will one day decide to continue this. Poor little Timmy and Jason did NOT deserve this trauma but I'm hopeful it means a swift adoption. 😭

Hero on a Pedestal by Ktkat9

Summary:

Jason returns to the cave one night to find that Tim has been hit by a magic spell and is now ten. Old enough to recognize Jason as his favorite Robin… but not old enough to remember the night Jason had tried to kill him.

Momo's Notes: It's been years since Titan's Tower and Jason has reached a fairly comfortable antagonistic friendship with Tim. But when rogue regressed Tim to the age he was before Jason's death. Jason struggles with guilt and self-loathing at those adoring blue eyes looking up at him. Baby Timmy and Jason's heart to heart in this had me tearing up. Bonus points for Duke and Damian being good brothers and trying to protect both Jason and Tim's feelings.

Borrowed Time by A_Canceled_Stamp

Summary:

Save one person. Batman’s voice rumbles in Tim’s ears. Whoever is up there, even if it isn’t Robin, needs help. And while Tim's just...Tim, he isn’t useless. He can help. He has to.

In The Ground by A_Canceled_Stamp

Summary:

In the corner of his eye, a blurry shape rests on a bed. Jason sees a tangled mop of black hair poking out of the white covers. He sees the shadow of an open mouth, the tube that snakes up the boy’s chest and disappears down his throat. He wants to look away. He can't.

Momo's Notes: These two are one story so I just threw them both up together. It's an AU where Tim was adopted not long after Jason (As far as I know Ethiopia never happened in this AU). Tiny Tim isn't supposed to be involved in the vigilante shenanigans but he was worried so he hacked the batcomputer to warn him if anyone's emergency beacon goes off. It's sheer bad luck that Jason Wayne is kidnapped on a day that Batman and Nightwing are on a mission out of the city. Tim decides he has to rescue his brother himself and everything goes horribly wrong. Part 2 is Jason attempting to cope with the aftermath. This one battered my heart. These poor babies. Be aware this one is a lot of hurt and very little comfort.

The Next Life by spqr

Summary:

“I don’t need an exorcism,” Tim says. “I beg to bloody differ,” Constantine mutters. Nobly, Tim elects to ignore him. “I want you to teach me.” “Teach you what? Manners?” “I already know manners,” Tim says, then barrels on as Constantine snorts in disagreement, “what I need to learn is necromancy.”

Momo's Notes: Another great fic with kid!Timmy. Tim idolizes Robin, so when Robin dies and Batman starts going off the rails he decides there's only one way to fix this: learn Necromancy from an expert and bring Jason BACK. Constantine doesn't want to teach this kid to throw his life away but he needs the money and the brat is clearly not going to give up and go home so it's better he learn from him than someone who will teach him wrong. Despite the best magical education money can buy, though, Tim is still just a kid in way over his head and children have never been great at ensuring a fair deal.

Unexpected Guest by Jazzymin97

Summary:

Jason is rudely awoken by one Mr. Timothy Drake on his doorstep, looking exhausted and barely holding himself up. Jason wasn’t sure what he was expecting Tim to say, but “i didn’t know where else to go.” Surely hadn’t crossed his mind much less with the kid passing out on him. This’ll be a long night. ——— Or Tim shows up at Jason’s door, battered and bruised and desperately needing his big brothers to help him feel safe after some harrowing issues come to light about his father. Mature rating because of themes and Jason’s language. There are not graphic depictions of the rape/non con. Despite the way the writing leads and tags— there is no incest.

Momo's Notes: TRIGGER WARNING! This fic deals with Tim dealing with the trauma after a sexual assault. There are no graphic depictions but he is understandably traumatized and both Dick and Jason are trying to help him. Also includes abusive Jack Drake. These are heavy topics so please skip this one if it will harm your mental health. This is a hard one to read but I do enjoy the enemies to caretaker relationship that develops between Jason and Tim as well as the brotherhood between Jason and Dick as they try their best to help their baby brother even as their own traumas weigh on them.

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons

Summary:

Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?” And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.” [Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]

Momo's Notes: TRIGGER WARNING for abusive Drakes and one potentially triggering scene of binge eating. Robin!Jason and Batman investigate the violent murder of Jack and Janet Drake. Their young son was witness to the whole thing but Jason gets the feeling there was something VERY wrong with this case and this family. Only a heavily traumatized Tim holds the answers.

A Pitter Patter Bitter Batter Brother by a_silly_gander

Summary:

Tim is Robin to pull Bruce back, that is his objective. Not to be a partner—not to be chosen—but to be a warning light. To be a roadblock. So, right now, he has to get between Batman and the Red Hood.

Momo's Notes: This is an alternate take on Red Hood and the Outlaws #25 where Jason appeared to kill Penguin and Bruce freaking lost it and nearly beat his son to death. Fair to say this is bad dad Bruce. In this fic Tim sees Bruce going nuts and rushes to get Bruce off of him and Jason somewhere safe where he can heal. Cue the enemy to caretaker bonding with Tim as the caretaker for a change!

oh brother by Tisane_Tea

Summary:

young Justice was on a mission when they found a scene that should have been nothing more than typical. Case the place, find the bad guy, and turn them in. Unforchantly, Tim recognizes this pattern, he really wishes his older brother had better luck with warehouses because this is not going to be easy to explain.

Momo's Notes: I've read this fic SO MANY times! It hits so many happy spots for me. It has caretaker Tim, good mom Talia gets a mention, Tim and Jason being genuinely close, Young Justice always having each other's backs, and the most amazing drink in the world... TEA! Seriously tho this one has become a cozy read for me so I highly recommend it. Bonus points for Talia deciding all the Wayne kids that have League of Assassins training are HER kids now along with Damian (so Jason, Tim, and Cass)

Into the Deep Dark Night by siren_of_the_ocean

Summary:

Timothy Jackson Drake drowns in Gotham Bay with not a bang, but a whimper. Luckily...or not, Gotham isn't quite ready to give him up yet. “Spirits of children and women drowned, my child. They live in the ponds that glisten like tar. The Rusalka."

Momo's Notes: Tim dies cold and alone but wakes up two days later still breathing at the bottom of the bay. Jason can see something is very wrong with his little brother and tries every way he can to help Tim before it's too late. God but the creature lore for the Rusalka in this is so cool. And Tim's little tiff with Constantine was so petty, I love it. Bonus points for Young Justice being chaotic menaces but ride or die as usual.

wither on the shore by Scarlet_Ribbons

Summary:

“Replacement.” Tim freezes, gaze still locked on Jack’s prone, silent form sprawled out on the floor, and pulls the phone back to look at the number. It’s kind of funny, he thinks hazily. Of course he would accidentally kill his dad and then mistakenly call Jason, of all people.

Momo's Notes: TRIGGER WARNING for discussion of child abuse and human trafficking. Nothing graphic tho. His father's body is on the floor and Tim put him there. Panicked, Tim tries to call his big brother for help only to realize too late he called the wrong one. I love the protective big brothers Dick and Jason in this. Poor Tim is having a REALLY rough time of it but at least this whole thing is mending the burned bridges between him and Jason.

[itsablueberrycow]

jegulus band AU concept

recently been listening to the song "Mystical Magical" by Benson Boone, and all I can hear is James writing it about Regulus, so I gotta brain dump.

IF ANYONE WHO CAN WRITE WANTS TO TURN THIS INTO AN ACTUAL FIC PLSSSS TAG ME BECAUSE I REALLY WANNA READ IT

⭐James is the lead singer of the Marauders, and his guitarist/best friend has a very off-limits younger brother who James has been sneaking around with

⭐Regulus is super guarded, so he constantly is mean to James and then super demanding of affection out of the blue

⭐Reg comes on tour with his brother, and while Sirius and Remus are on a date, James and Reg explore the city and find a cute little ice cream shop where they try 'moon beam' ice cream, and it instantly becomes Reg's favorite

⭐ Reg usually wears all black, but he once wore blue jeans to one of their shows, and James was OBSESSED(down bad fr). So now, whenever Reg wants to get his way, he wears them.

⭐ James wants more than anything to be Regulus's boyfriend and not just his FWB, so he writes a song about it(because he doesn't know how to express emotions. Very Camp Rock 2 of him)

⭐ The rest of the band loves the song, especially Sirius, who has no idea it's about his brother

⭐at the next show, James sings it and everyone loves it (especially Reg, but he wouldn't say that)

⭐ james finds him after the set to see how he felt about the song, and regulus calls him a "cocky bastard" before kissing him

⭐ Sirius walks in and freaks out super dramatic.

⭐ Regulus tells him to stop being so dramatic and says, "I have to watch you snogging Remus all the bloody time, so I can kiss my boyfriend whenever I bloody well want to".

⭐which makes James deliriously happy because Reg called him his boyfriend

⭐ Sirius then starts gagging once he realizes he just sang a song about James wanting his baby brother.

Actual lyrics for reference if you haven't heard it.

[Verse 1] There's nothing colder than your shoulder When you're dragging me along like you do, like you do And then you switch up with no warnin' And you kiss me like you want it, how rude, how rude

[Refrain] But I kinda like it anyways I don't mind if this is gonna take a million days I know you'll come around to me eventually If you sit back, relax, and join my company, my company

[Pre-Chorus] Once you know what my love's gonna feel like Nothing else will feel right, you can feel like Moonbeam ice cream, taking off your blue jeans Dancing at the movies, 'cause it feels so

[Chorus] Mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know My love is so mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know

[Verse 2] My little hard-to-get baby I wanna give you the world Not saying you gotta chase me But I wouldn't mind it If you gave me just a little bit Of something we can work it with But all you do is push me out (Ha)

[Refrain] But I like it anyways 'Cause I think I'm getting closer to you every day I know you'll come around to me eventually Just sit back, relax, and join my company Oh, baby, trust me

[Pre-Chorus] Once you know what my love's gonna feel like Nothing else will feel right, you can feel like Moonbeam ice cream, taking off your blue jeans Dancing at the movies, 'cause it feels so

[Chorus] Mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know My love is so mystical, magical Oh, baby, 'cause once you know, once you know

[Outro] Ooh, ooh (Once you know what my love's gonna feel like) Ooh, ooh (Moonbeam ice cream, nothing else will feel right) Mystical, magical Oh, baby, it's mystical, magical

[ugotnojamzzz]

Rulers of Ruin

Chapter 21

Genre: Mafia!au , Slowburn, Angst, Hurt, eventual smut, TW (it is a mafia!AU, after all)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Disclaimer: It’s getting hot in here. Also TW violence. English isn’t my native language. Also, don’t come for me over the theme, people. It’s an Alternate Universe, which means the bangtan boys are essentially what I like to call meat puppets to serve the storyline. This is obviously not a projection of their actual real-life personas.

Wordcount: 3.7k

Masterlist

Chapter 20

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Y/N could barely hear herself think through the noise.

The pit was a furnace of sound—roaring voices piled over bone-rattling bass, the rattle of metal scaffolding under the weight of bodies packed shoulder to shoulder, screaming for blood. The air reeked of sweat, spilled liquor, gun oil, and blood so old it had long since soaked into the concrete.

They entered from a private side entrance.

Restless men clung to the rails that ringed the cage, barking out bets like curses. Women leaned over balconies in skintight dresses and painted-on smiles, smoke curling from their lips, their eyes dull and hungry. The smell of sweat and cash pressed in from all sides.

And at the center of it all—the ring. Lit like a stage. Steel-meshed. Unforgiving.

It was violent and gloriously alive.

But Y/N was in no mood to indulge.

The last time they’d taken her out in public, it had nearly started a war. Word of her presence at the Rat Hole had spread like gasoline meeting flame.

She knew Namjoon wasn’t about to make that mistake twice.

The pit was controlled territory. Concrete corridors, high walls, sharp-eyed security at every choke point. Here, Namjoon didn’t need an entourage or backup. Just her. Just him. And a crowd too smart to forget whose turf they were standing on.

He walked ahead with unhurried steps, as if guiding her through the jaws of this beast was nothing more than an evening stroll. She followed in silence, jaw tight, ribs still tender where Soyeon’s knee had connected days earlier.

Namjoon hadn’t explained why he wanted her here.

He hadn’t needed to.

It was clear that this was no casual outing.

It was a message.

And it wasn’t subtle.

The Park clan would hear. They always did. And when word reached the mountains—reached him, her brother—he’d remember exactly what Namjoon wanted him to keep in mind.

The Tigers still had his sister. And should they be tempted, they could do to her exactly what the ravens had done to Soyeon’s team.

Their seats were impossible to miss—center, raised just above the cage like a throne overlooking an execution. A velvet-lined bench with guards stationed at both ends, each one armed and unsmiling. The moment they arrived, a woman in a tight black dress appeared and placed a drink in Namjoon’s hand.

Y/N sat beside him, spine straight, boots planted, eyes sweeping the chaos below. The cage loomed beneath them, lit from above, the floor already streaked with blood.

She felt the weight of every eye.

The vast majority of the crowd kept their attention on the ring—screaming, chanting, jostling for better views—but here and there, heads turned. Men paused mid-conversation. Women stared too long. Some with curiosity. Some with suspicion.

Namjoon didn’t seem to notice.

Or maybe he just didn’t care. That was the point, after all.

He leaned back, one ankle resting on his opposite knee, glass balanced lazily in his fingers, gaze fixed on the ring like this was just another Friday night.

“You didn’t bring me here for the ambiance,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

His mouth twitched. Not a smile.

“No,” he stated. “I brought you for a show.”

“To watch,” she said, “or to be?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

The implication hung between them like smoke.

You’re here so they remember who is holding the leash.

You’re here so your brother knows we’re not afraid to pull it.

A roar surged through the pit as one of the fighters was thrown against the cage wall with a sickening crack.

The man bounced off the steel like a ragdoll, blood streaking the mesh, and collapsed in a twisted heap. His opponent didn’t wait for the ref. He lunged—grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face into the floor once, twice, three brutal times until the mat turned red and the man stopped moving.

The crowd lost their minds.

Bets screamed out over the noise. Bottles slammed on tables. Punches thrown amongst the crowd.

Y/N didn’t flinch.

But her eyes narrowed when she looked down at the victor.

A mountain of a man. He looked almost seven feet tall, all bulk and brutality. Bald, his skin was a patchwork of scars, tattoos curling up his back like snakes. He stood in the middle of the cage, chest heaving, sweat glistening under the floodlights. Blood dripped from his elbow. None of it looked like his.

The announcer didn’t even wait for the ref to check a pulse.

He stepped into the cage, mic in hand, voice already booming.

“AND THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS WHAT HAPPENS TO ANYONE STUPID ENOUGH TO STAND IN HIS WAY—”

Another cheer, louder this time. The floor practically shook beneath their feet.

“Give it up for the undefeated, the undisputed, the—” he turned in a circle, milking the crowd, “—MONSTER OF ILSAN, YOUR MAINLAND MAULER, THE LAST FUCKING THING YOU’LL EVER SEE—”

The man raised his arms, soaked in blood and victory.

“IM DAE-WON!”

The crowd erupted.

“See, that’s what I don’t get about places like this,” Y/N leaned back, unimpressed. “No one in their right mind would bet against a guy like that.”

Namjoon didn’t look at her. “You’d be surprised.”

Before she could say anything else, two men climbed into the cage and began dragging the loser’s limp body away, leaving a long, red smear in his wake. The Monster didn’t even glance down. Just stood in the center, like a dragon ready for his next meal.

Then, the lights dimmed.

The crowd began to hush—not all at once, but gradually, like instinct.

The announcer stepped back to the center of the cage.

The mic hissed softly in the silence.

“And now…” His voice dropped lower. Slower. Each word like a countdown.

The entire pit seemed to hold its breath.

“You’ve seen strength,” the announcer said, his voice coiling low through the speakers. “You’ve seen fury, blood and a couple vital organs. A casual Tuesday night, am I right?” He chuckled as he turned in place, pacing the circle like a priest before a sacrifice.

“But now…” His grin widened. “Now you’re about to see something that’ll really get your blood pumping.”

The lights dimmed—slow and deliberate—until only a single spotlight remained, burning white-hot over the cage.

“Tonight,” the announcer went on, voice rising, “we give you teeth. We give you shadow. We give you the one thing that even monsters fear—”

He spun to face the entrance tunnel.

The crowd exploded.

The chant caught fire instantly—low, guttural, primal.

Claws out! Claws out! Claws out!.

“Yes, yes—Claws out and fangs always bared. And tonight?” His voice dropped to a snarl. “He’s hungry.”

The chanting grew louder. People were stomping now, metal beneath their boots rattling the scaffolding.

“You’ve guessed it, ladies and gentlemen. TONIGHT—“ the announcer roared. “We give you—the Tiger.”

The crowd chanted. Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!

The spotlight shifted—slicing through the smoke toward the end of the corridor.

And then—

Y/N’s breath hitched.

There he was.

Jungkook. Stepping into the light.

No shirt. No smile. Nothing but black tape on his fingers, sweat on his bare shoulders, and a fire in his eyes that didn’t flicker once.

Y/N didn’t realize she was holding her breath until her lungs began to burn.

He entered the ring like he’d never belonged anywhere else. And the crowd roared for him.

Y/N didn’t move.

Her spine locked, lungs stilled. She watched him enter like the world had tilted slightly sideways.

Namjoon sat forward, ever so slightly, glass still in hand. He didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

And then—

A voice, oily and smug, slid into her ear.

“Care to place a bet, sweetheart?”

Y/N blinked.

A bookie stood beside her like a man who knew exactly when to strike. Clipboard in hand. Eyes glittering.

“She’s got a good seat,” he said to Namjoon, before turning his gaze back on her. “Might as well make it interesting.”

Namjoon didn’t look away from the cage. Just pulled a thick stack of bills from his pocket and dropped them into Y/N’s lap.

“Your move,” he murmured.

Y/N stared down at the money, then back at the cage—at Jungkook—who hadn’t so much as glanced her way, to finally land on the monster of a man he was clearly about to get destroyed by. Something sharp behind her ribs started to stir.

—

The bell rang.

The roar from the crowd drowned it out almost completely, but in the ring—everything sharpened. Dae-Won didn’t wait. He surged forward like a charging bull, all mass and momentum, fists already swinging.

Jungkook barely had time to shift his weight.

The first blow hit square in the ribs. The second caught him across the jaw, snapping his head sideways with a crack so loud it silenced Y/N’s thoughts for half a beat.

He staggered. Caught himself. But the Monster didn’t stop.

Dae-Won came down on him again, fists like sledgehammers, wild but heavy. Jungkook ducked one, but then—

Crack.

A punch landed square against the side of his head, and Jungkook went down.

Not theatrical. Not dramatic.

Just hard.

His knees hit the mat with a sound that snapped straight through the roar of the crowd.

Y/N flinched.

She didn’t mean to. It was barely visible. A twitch of her hand on her thigh. A slight hitch in her breath.

But Namjoon noticed.

He didn’t look at her. Not directly. He just sipped his drink and let the corner of his mouth twitch.

“You seem tense,” he murmured, low enough that only she could hear.

“I’m not.” Her voice came too fast.

“Mh,” he glanced at her sideways. “Didn’t think it’d get to you.”

She kept her eyes on the cage. “This—is a circus show.”

A beat.

Then Namjoon leaned forward slightly, his voice just for her.

“Does it bother you?” He asked, “Watching people bleed for sport?”

“Does it matter?” Y/N’s mouth pressed into a line. “It clearly doesn’t seem to bother you.”

“Why should it?” he murmured.

Below, Jungkook was still on one knee, one palm to the mat, blood trailing from his mouth. The Monster circled behind him like a shark smelling the end.

Namjoon’s voice was soft. Certain. “Only losing dogs stay down.”

Y/N turned to look at him. And right as she did—

Jungkook stood up.

Slow. Deliberate. Spine straightening inch by inch. He didn’t wobble. Didn’t blink. Just rose like something inevitable.

His chest heaved. His jaw bled. His eyes were locked onto the Monster like he’d already counted every weakness and was just deciding which to punish first.

Namjoon didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. His eyes tracked his brother’s steady rise—bloodied, breathless, unshaken.

“Jungkook is no dog,” he said.

A pause, as Jungkook rolled his neck, a predator’s stillness in his gaze.

“He’s a Tiger.”

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The locker room of the pit still thrummed with aftershock—sweat, blood, adrenaline hanging heavy in the thick, overheated air. You could hear the roar of the crowd still echoing through the walls.

Jungkook stood near the lockers, towel draped around his neck, blood dried in lazy streaks across his ribs. His chest still rose and fell like he hadn’t come down from the fight yet. He wasn’t pacing. Wasn’t shaking. Just standing there, removing the tape around his fingers.

Taehyung was already there, perched on a bench like he owned the place. Shoes off. Hair wild. Shirt damp at the collar like he’d been yelling ringside—which he had. He spotted Namjoon and Y/N walking in and lit up like a devil.

“There they are,” he called, raising both hands in mock reverence. “Welcome to Olympus. Come and witness our freshly crowned god of destruction. Sexy. Scary. Slightly concussed but victorious.”

Jungkook huffed a breath through his nose. No smile. But something loosened at his shoulders.

Namjoon said nothing at first. Just approached with that stillness he carried so well, gaze sweeping over Jungkook’s bruised jaw, the slight swelling under his eye, the red mark slashed across his ribs. He nodded, slow and certain.

“You did good out there,” he said, reached out to clap a hand once to the back of his brother’s neck—brief and solid—and then moved past him without waiting for a reply.

Not soft. Not showy. But warm, and felt.

Jungkook didn’t respond, but the way he stood a little straighter gave him away. His eyes followed Namjoon for half a beat.

Then they found her.

Y/N leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, jacket still on, cool as marble—but her eyes gave her away. They flicked to him and then immediately, sharply, away. A breath too fast.

She avoided looking at his chest. At his sweat-damp skin, still glowing faintly under the locker room fluorescents. The smears of blood, the bruises blooming purple just beneath the surface. She looked instead at the wall beside him. The bench. The floor. Anywhere but him.

But he noticed.

Of course he did.

The faint flush creeping up her throat. The edge in her posture. The way she didn’t let her gaze settle—not once.

He didn’t smile. Not really. But something smug flickered at the edge of his mouth. A ghost of a reaction. Just enough to register.

“Nothing to say?” he said finally, voice low. “I didn’t know that could happen.”

“Cut her some slacks,” Taehyung chimed in with a smirk, “that was a pretty spectacular show, she may need time to recover.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and while she didn’t intent on rising to the bait, she found herself muttering in spite of herself. “I’ve seen better.”

That made the corner of Jungkook’s mouth twitch. A near-smile. Not full. Just enough.

And then, as if fate had been waiting for the most inopportune moment to kick her in the pride—

“There she is.”

The voice came from the hallway—smug, grating, far too pleased with itself.

The bookie appeared behind them, clipboard swinging at his side, that same shark-like grin plastered across his face. His gaze zeroed in on Y/N.

“The lady’s got sharper instincts than half the men in this building,” he said as he approached. “Nice to see someone still knows how to pick a winner.”

Y/N froze.

Fuck.

Namjoon arched a brow. Slowly.

Taehyung’s head snapped toward her, eyes lighting up like it was Christmas morning.

“Nooooo—would you look at that,” he cackled. “Did our little stormcloud actually win himself a fan? Now be honest, Y/N, was it the abs that sold it?”

Hoping to shake off the growing flush of her skin, she turned to Taehyung with a glare sharp enough to kill a man.

Unfortunately, he was not a man easily killed.

He held up both hands in mock surrender. “Easy there, I’m just saying th—“

“Taehyung,” Namjoon interrupted, voice clipped.

The young man blinked innocently. “Yes, dear boss?”

“Go get the car.”

Before he could complain, the bookie tossed something across the room—a thick wad of folded bills.

Y/N caught it one-handed.

Tae let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s a lot of money. You know, for that kind of cash…” He looked at Jungkook. “I’d let you beat the shit outta me. Twice.”

“No one would pay to watch that,” Jungkook snorted. “It’d just be sad.”

“Which is why,” Taehyung said without missing a beat, “I’ve wisely diversified my talents.”

He turned back to Y/N, wiggling his eyebrows like a cartoon villain.

“And if you’re throwing that kind of money around, birdie, I’d be more than happy to offer my services. Private performances. Tasteful. Intimate. Some feather-work. A little cabaret if you’re lucky. I’m a man of many gifts.”

She didn’t even blink. “You’ll need to find some other way to pay off your gambling debts.”

Jungkook let out a faint sound—almost a laugh, but not quite.

“Ouch,” Taehyung winced, clutching his imaginary pearls. “Right in the dignity.”

“If you had any,” Jungkook muttered.

Taehyung shot him a glare. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, baby.”

Namjoon cut in like a guillotine. “Taehyung. Car. Now.”

The young man groaned, flopping his arms like a disappointed child. “Fine. But if you change your mind about the lap dance,” he said, pointing dramatically at Y/N, “know that I expect you to make it rain. I’m not cheap.”

She didn’t dignify it with a response.

“Go,” Namjoon said again, flat.

With a final finger-gun salute and a muttered comment on his being criminally underappreciated, Taehyung sauntered out of the room.

Namjoon turned to Y/N next. “Let’s go.”

She didn’t move.

Jungkook was still watching her. Quiet. Unreadable. But there was something in his eyes. She could feel it crawling beneath her skin.

Namjoon’s voice cut through the haze again, dry and clipped. “Unless you’d rather stay and—admire the view.”

Her eyes snapped toward him, sharp as a blade. He didn’t flinch. Just raised a brow—knowing, cool, maddening.

Then he turned back to Jungkook. “Clean up quickly. The car will be waiting outside.”

Another nod. One final glance. And then he was gone, footsteps echoing down the hallway behind him.

Y/N stayed rooted for just a second, before turning on her heels.

She could still feel him.

Jungkook’s presence behind her was a gravitational thing. Quiet, but unrelenting. He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. And yet she could feel the weight of him like a pressure on the back of her spine.

She didn’t have to turn around to know what was in his expression.

Smugness. The kind that wasn’t loud or obvious—just settled. Deep and satisfied. Like he’d been handed proof of something he’d always suspected.

That she’d bet on him.

That she’d flushed over him.

Arrogant prick.

She would’ve been twice as complacent had she been in his place. But still.

Intent on not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her run away from the crime scene, she walked to the exit with the calm and poise of a queen. Head held high. She was halfway through the door when it came.

“Didn’t know you had that much faith in me.”

She froze.

The words were low. Casual. Barely more than a rumble from across the room. But they hit just the way he intended.

Ugh, she thought, of course he wouldn’t have the brains to simply let it go.

She turned slowly, spine taut, pride prickling hot under her skin.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, crisp and immediate. “I’ve seen better footwork from Taehyung wearing fluffy slippers. Hungover.”

He didn’t laugh. But the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But I’m still the one you bet on.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t bet on you. I bet on your ego. Figured you’d rather drop dead in the ring than lose in front of me.”

He rolled his eyes. “You think too much of yourself.”

“Rich coming from you,” she shot back. “But go off, kettle.”

He stepped forward—not much, just enough to shift the air between them. “You know,” he said, quieter now, “admitting you enjoyed the show won’t kill you.”

She arched a brow. “Enjoyed might be the wrong word. Endured, maybe.”

“And yet you’re still the one walking out of here richer.” He tilted his head, that little smirk tugging again. “Crazy how that works.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

“Just saying,” he called behind her. “I’m the one who did all the sweating. Bit of a raw deal, don’t you think?”

She stopped.

Of course he had to keep pushing.

He’d seen her flushed. He’d felt her stare. And now he’d seen her off-balance, he wanted more. Idiot.

Fine.

Two could play that game.

“Well,” she let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I suppose that’s only fair,” she said, voice light but razor-edged as she turned back toward him.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

One step. Then another.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just watched her come closer, the towel still slung around his neck, sweat clinging to the cut of his torso, skin flushed and marked and far too solid for someone who’d been in the ring ten minutes prior.

When she stopped, they were close. Close enough that her breath brushed the hollow of his throat.

His jaw ticked. Just slightly.

Slowly, she looked down at the wad of cash still in her hand.

He clocked it.

When she plucked a single bill loose, his hand started to lift—reflexively, like he thought she was handing it over.

She snapped it out of his reach.

A single raised brow. A silent ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, kookie.’

Then, eyes still locked to his, she reached forward.

Her fingers slipped beneath the edge of the waistband of his shorts—slow and sure—and tucked the bill inside.

Simple yet devastating.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe either.

The tension in his body was a wire pulled tight. Like if she said one more thing, he might snap—or do something much, much worse.

“For the performance,” she finally murmured, fingers grazing the skin of his abdomen as she pulled her hand back.

His eyes—dark, burning, half-lidded—dropped to her mouth.

She smiled.

Just barely. Satisfied at the shade of red that appeared on the tip of his ears.

Then stepped back and turned around.

“Don’t tell Taehyung,” she said as she stood in the doorway. She glanced back, eyes glittering like ice. “He’d be devastated.”

And just like that, she was gone.

And Jungkook?

Jungkook was still standing there.

Stunned.

And brutally aware that he’d just been outplayed.

He looked down, slow and deliberate, like he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d find.

The dollar bill sat snug in the waistband of his shorts, tucked just left of center. His skin burned where her fingers had brushed.

His abs flexed involuntarily.

So did something else.

He exhaled through his nose—a long, low breath that did nothing to cool him down—and ran shaky hand through his damp hair.

Fuck.

He really needed a shower.

A cold one.

And maybe a priest.

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Hi, if that prompt list helps to distract you from your WIPs, might I humbly request "we'll get through this" kisses + SamBucky?

43. “we’ll get through this” kisses

here's a little jaunt into an AU for your troubles

Sam tips his head back against the wall, letting out a slow, quiet breath as he listens out for any noise coming down the hallway. Beside him, Bucky listens, too, head cocked and a wariness on his face that Sam has almost never seen in the field.

They've barely spoken all day, both braced to spring into action at the first sign of trouble. Twenty-four hours ago, Sam was sipping coffee on the porch and watching the sun come up, and now he's so on edge that he managed to forget where his phone was while it was literally in his hand. There's an ache in his elbow that won't let up, and his neck is killing him, and he stepped in something earlier that he's actively choosing not to think about because it ranks thirty-fourth at best on their list of imminent concerns.

"You okay, sweetheart?" whispers Bucky, and even that makes Sam flinch a little bit.

He steadies a little as Bucky's hand lands on his forearm and covers it with his own. "Fine," he murmurs. "Don't worry about me."

Bucky huffs. "You look like you're gonna pass out, Sammy. You should have taken the out when Nat gave it to you."

"And left you here to deal with this alone?" hisses Sam. "You really think I would do that to you?"

"No, but you should have," Bucky says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You deserve a break."

"We both do, and we'll take it together once this is done," says Sam. "For now, we can just...appreciate the quiet together."

A snort. "And the scenic view?"

"What do you need a scenic view for when you've got these perfect cheekbones to admire, huh?"

"Good point." Bucky leans over and brushes a kiss to one of the aforementioned cheekbones. It shouldn't make Sam's face heat up the way it does.

Sam turns to kiss Bucky properly, but they both freeze in place as the wind picks up outside, rattling the windows and making the roof creak ominously. Inside, it stays quiet for half a second, and then thunder booms so loudly across the sky that Sam feels it in his teeth.

Beside him, Bucky mumbles a string of curses, pushing to his feet as the sound of crying carries down the hallway. "Well," he says, as he helps Sam up, "it was nice while it lasted."

"At least we managed to eat something," says Sam, setting the half-finished sandwich on the coffee table. He nods towards the kitchen. "You go get the teething rings, and I'll--"

"You'll go get the teething rings," Bucky says, cutting him off. "You've been carrying him around all day, and you're starting to favor your left elbow. Let me take over. He can gnaw on the vibranium for a while; he likes that."

Sam sighs and drops his head to rest on Bucky's shoulder for a second. "Am I a bad dad if I can't wait for teething to be over?"

"Sure," Bucky says flatly. "Everyone knows the first sign of a bad dad is someone who can't bear to see his kid hurting."

"I still kind of feel like one," mumbles Sam.

Bucky tips his chin up, presses a reassuring kiss to his lips. "You're not," he says, his voice firm. "You're just sleep deprived and hungry."

"I'm just sleep deprived and hungry," repeats Sam, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And Sarah said it gets easier."

"And she's not in the habit of being wrong," Bucky says, fast enough that Sam knows Bucky has been repeating it to himself. "We're going to survive this, and so is Jack, and we're not gonna traumatize him in the process."

"Well, as long as one of us is sure," says Sam, then leans in for one more bolstering kiss before they separate at the sound of a particularly sharp cry. "Now come on. If you won't let me hold Jack, I'm just gonna stand there and smell his head until I feel better."

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𓂃⋆.˚ Quinn ! Co-worker AU.

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[🍻] summary : You noticed your co-worker, Joseph, also had an overtime tonight, you decide to treat him out tonight and things go not as planned...

[🥂] words : 797 words

[🍸] warnings : QUICK friends to lovers, drinking, vulgar words, slight sexual talk, physical touch in public.

The steady tick of the clock on your desk echoed through the office, the only sound competing with the rhythm of your fingers on the keyboard. You’d finished the stack of paperwork your boss dumped on you—a petty punishment for taking a sick week. Now, at 8:28 PM, your foot tapped restlessly, eager for the day to end. Your bag was already packed, resting snug between your legs, ready to be grabbed the moment the minute hand hit the mark.

At 8:29, irritation crept in. Your leg bounced more insistently. With a sigh, you stood and glanced around the office. It was nearly deserted, the cubicles swallowed in darkness except for the overhead light above your desk and a dim glow far off to the right. At 8:30, you finally gave in, slinging your bag over your shoulder just as a soft sigh echoed from the far end. A zipper, a few taps on a keyboard—and then quiet again.

Curiosity pulled you down the hallway. You approached the lit cubicle and peeked around the corner. Joseph. He was hunched over his desk, the collar of his suit slightly loosened, buzzcut softening with stubble, his broad frame tense. You weren’t new to him—quiet, dependable Joseph. You leaned against the edge of his cubicle with a smirk. “Boss got you pulling extra hours too?” He turned, his chair creaking as he faced you with a tired scoff.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” he muttered, powering off his monitor. “What about you?”

“Sick leave. He wasn’t thrilled.”

He chuckled. “Figures. The guy gets off on overworking people.”

You gave a crooked smile. “What’s your excuse?”

“Apparently, he doesn't like people celebrating birthdays.”

You glanced at the clock on his desk—8:35 PM. “You done?”

Joseph nodded. His gaze lingered on yours for a beat too long. His eyes were a warm, velvety brown that pulled you in before you could stop yourself. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here.”

You walked together toward the elevator. Inside, the quiet buzzed with something heavier than exhaustion. The screen above ticked downward as the floors passed. “Headed home after this?” you asked, voice low.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Weekend’s wide open.”

You turned your head slightly toward him. “Want to grab a drink? Blow off some steam and celebrate?”

He let out a low chuckle, almost to himself. “God, yes. I need a break from that bastard."

As the elevator doors opened, the two of you stepped out into the chilled night. The nearby bar offered warmth and a hum of life—music, clinking glass, laughter bleeding into the air. You both slid onto bar stools, ordering your drinks—your usual for you, a dirty martini for him.

“So,” he began casually, eyes flicking to yours, “why this job?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is this a date or a job interview?”

He grinned. “Can’t it be both?”

You smirked. “It was the only job that seemed comfortable, easy. Didn’t expect it to drain me like this.”

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s corporate. Slowly kills you.”

The bartender placed your drinks in front of you. Joseph lifted his glass with a smirk. “To quitting and aging.”

You clinked yours against his. “To quitting and aging.”

He downed the martini in one clean swallow, the sharp line of his throat catching your eye. You’d never been attracted to someone’s neck before, but there was something about the way he drank—confident, effortless—that made it sexy. He bit into his olive as you tilted your head. “So, what comes after this? Any plans?”

He paused. “Something better than this desk job, hopefully.”

“What about modeling?” you teased.

He laughed, taken aback. “What?”

“I’m serious,” you said. “You’re attractive. Like... really attractive.”

His lips tugged into a crooked smile. “You think I’m attractive?”

You met his eyes. “Very.”

The space between you thickened. He leaned forward slightly, searching your expression. You didn’t move. His lips brushed yours gently, slowly deepening until your tongues met, heat rising in your chest. When you pulled away, slightly breathless, he threw down cash and took your hand.

Outside again, he led you toward a shadowed alley near the bar. He pressed you gently against the brick wall, his lips moving to your neck, leaving hot, damp kisses that sent shivers through you. A quiet moan escaped your lips, your head tilting to give him more room. His breath was warm against your skin, his voice a low whisper: “I want to take you home so bad… Put you in my bed, make you stay awake for more than just this night."

You smiled through your heavy breathing. “Good thing we’re resigning.”

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest. He pressed his body against yours, mouth hungry, fingers trailing down your arm.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he murmured.

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