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coolemmasulivan · 4 months

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Fighting

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: Reader and Mason have a big fight because of their own day-to-day problems. But quickly they realise they can't live without one another.

Word count: 3684

Author’s note: English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes.

If you ever go to pieces Fall between thе thunder clouds I will put you back together, I won't let you down

It was rare to happen. You could count the times you fought with Mason with only one hand and didn't need the five fingers to do it.

It was the stress from both parties, but both of you were stubborn to apologize first. He was stressed about the fact that he wasn't playing like he used to and the fact that he was not part of the England squad only made things worse. Your workload increased significantly when one of your colleagues quit, and your boss decided not to hire anyone new, but to give you all their work instead.

The argument between you and Mason had been brewing for a while, but you both tried to ignore it and carry on with your day-to-day lives. However, as the tension built up, it eventually reached a boiling point. You can't quite recall how it all started, but you vividly remember the moment when both of your tempers reached their peak, and everything exploded. Eventually, unable to take it anymore, you stormed out of the house, leaving Mason behind.

"Can I stay here tonight?" You asked your best friend when she opened her apartment door. You were feeling super cold, forgetting to take your coat when you slammed the door of the house you shared with Mason.

"What-- of course you can. You don't need to ask." She quickly pulled you inside. She wrapped her arms around you, feeling the dampness of your sweater. It was clear that you had been crying, but she didn't ask any questions.

You collapsed onto the sofa, and she handed you her warmest blanket. You stared at the TV, which was playing a random movie, and a tear streamed down your face.

Eva left you alone for a moment, but returned with a hot chocolate and your favorite cookies. She placed them down on the coffee table and you sat up, wrapped up in the grey blanket. "Mason and I had a fight."

"Ryan left his baseball bat in my car." You laughed at her words. "I can break his legs."

"Don't say that, you stupid." She handed you the hot mug and you took a sip.

"Was it serious?"

"We said some hurtful things to each other, yes." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I told him I wish I had never met him." Your best friend opened her mouth in surprise. "He told me he wished he had never asked me to be his girlfriend. And more things like that."

"I can't believe him! I told him I would kill him if he hurt you."

"Guess we're both going to die then. You're murdering him and his friends will murder me."

She grabbed the cookies and made you eat one when you told her you weren't hungry.

"Did you break up?" It was the million-one dollar question. Did you?

"I don't know! I don't think so. At least I didn't break up with him. I love him too much to do that." You looked at the ceiling and cleaned the tears that were starting to fall again. "I just need some space from him right now."

She sat down next to you and you placed your head on her lap. "You can stay here as long as you want."

"What about Ryan?"

"What about him? He loves you just as much as I do. You don't need to worry about him. It's going to be okay."

After hours had passed and you still hadn't returned, Mason began to feel anxious. Though he was still upset with you - and with himself - he didn't want anything bad to happen to you. He grabbed his phone, intending to call you, but he didn't know what to say. Instead, he decided to text your best friend.

Mason: Hey Eva, have you talked with Y/a these past few hours?

Eva: She's staying with me. Good night Mason."

The answer was cold and he knew she wasn't happy with him. He had hurt her best friend.

He knew she was safe, so he turned off the TV and went to bed alone. However, he found it challenging to fall asleep in the large, empty bed. It smelled of your perfume, and he couldn't seem to get warm even with multiple layers on top.

After a minute or two, he sat up, grabbed his phone from the nightstand and texted you. He just needed to be sure.

Mason: Please, just tell me we didn't break up. This can't be our last conversation.

He let out a sigh and fell back on the bed. Two minutes later you answered him.

Y/a: No, we didn't break up! But I think we need some time apart from each other. Good night Mason.

Three weeks had gone by and you and Mason were still not talking. You were staying with Eva and Ryan, and the only time you went back to the house was to get some clothes when you knew Mason wouldn't be there.

Mason was putting all his effort into football but you were always on his mind. You were the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night.

It was the worst fight you ever had and the longest time you had been without speaking with each other and both of you were miserable but too stubborn to apologize first.

After a successful practice, Mason drove away. Without realizing it, 15 minutes later he parked in front of your workplace. He thought that perhaps if he saw you, he would take the courage to finally apologize for all the horrible things he had said to you. However, when he noticed that all your coworkers had left and you didn't, he started to worry.

He got out of the car when he saw one of your coworkers leaving the building, looking for something in her bag.

"Beatrix?" The woman looked back and smiled at him.

"Mason! So good to see you." They hugged. "What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for Y/a! Is she still inside?" She looked at him confused. "What?"

"I mean-- don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"Y/a doesn't work with us anymore." Mason couldn't believe what he was hearing. "She quit three days ago."

It was still early in the morning, the sky was clean and the sun was shining. Living in Manchester, you didn't know how long the weather was going to stay like that, so with the free time you had since you decided to quit your job, you decided to run around the park.

You were listening to your new favourite song when a call interrupted it. You stopped and saw Mason's sister's name on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Wow, you okay? You sound tired." You laughed and sat down on the empty old bench.

"I decided to get back at running. I had the time so I thought why not."

"Weren't you supposed to be working?"

"Uhh… I quit." Jaz sounded surprised on the other end of the phone. "It was just messing with my head. It became too much so I quit."

"I'm sorry Y/a. Mason didn't meantion anthing." Because he doesn't know. You were talking about how life was going until she reminded you, "So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at the house?"

You took a minute to understand. "What?"

"The game, remember? We're driving up to watch the game and spend the weekend."

You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversation with Jaz, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about the fight and that left you wondering what he would say to them when they arrived and realized that you weren't talking. Maybe that was a sign to finally step forward and talk to him. Apologize.

Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that his family was coming over. He hadn't told them about the fight and he didn't know what he would say when someone asked about you. But when his sister sent him a photo of you holding his niece in a warm and lovely hug before the game, he felt his heart melting and a lot of tension leaving his body. Along with the photo, his sister made sure to let him know that she was aware of the fight.

Jaz: Just wanted to give you a heads-up, she's here and she's got your name on her T-shirt, although is not visible. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you.

The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for United. It was the first time he felt like his old self again and he wanted to believe it was all because of you. He always played at his best when he knew you were in the stadium.

As soon as he stepped into the VIP box, he scanned the room for you, but his niece caught him off guard.

"Uncle Mase!" She ran toward him and Mason picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

"My favourite person! Hello, bug." His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in two weeks, but you looked skinnier. But you looked as beautiful as always.

You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was to go back to how things used to be. You haven't slept well in two weeks and Mason looked exactly the same.

It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you and Mason together, as she had grown up seeing the two of you together, so it was no surprise that when he placed her down, she grabbed Mason's hand and pulled him toward you.

"Look! We are wearing the same clothes." She sounded excited, showing her uncle the matching United t-shirts. "To support you."

"I can see that, bug. I played well, thanks to both of you." He kissed her head and looked at you. "So, thank you!"

"Summer, let's meet the other players! There are some we haven't met yet. Come on." The little girl ran toward her mother and they all left you and Mason alone, making the room suddenly feel smaller "We'll wait downstairs." She said, closing the door behind her.

"Hi!" His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something. "How have you been?"

It felt like it was the first time you were talking to each other all over again.

"I'm good. What about you? Good game! Congratulations"

"Thanks. I'm good. We needed this win." He scratched the back of his neck and looked around. One thing was for sure, he hadn't missed those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"I'm not going to stop supporting you just because we're on a break."

He felt his heart stop but at the same time, it melted for the fact that you still cared. "So is that what we are doing? We're on a break?"

He looked at you, but you looked away. You were always shy when it came to eye contact, and Mason's eyes were one of your weaknesses. "I-- After what we said to each other, I think we needed it."

"I didn't mean anything of that." He quickly said. "I hope you know that."

"I know and I didn't mean it either, but we both have problems that we need to learn how to leave outside the house."

"I heard you quit your job."

You looked at him surprised. "How do you know that?"

"I was waiting for you one of these days and Beatrix told me." He took a step closer. "I'm sorry that I didn't realise you were suffering so much in that workplace. I was so focused on football, that I forgot to actually pay attention to what is important. You!" Your heart started beating faster. Mason was always good with words. He always knew what to say to make you fall in love a little more every day. "I miss you." He said, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're the most important person in my life and living without you has been the worst thing ever."

"Is not your fault. You have your problems too and I didn't pay attention to them either. We're both at fault." You both looked at each other.

He still had his hand on the strand of hair he had tucked behind your ear while he gazed at your lips. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to wrap your arms around his neck, pull him close and kiss him passionately.

"We s-- we should go down." You said, clearing your throat. "Your family is waiting."

You took a step back to walk toward the door, but Mason quickly and gently grabbed your wrist. "Will you come home with us?"

"Mase..."

"Please! If at the end of the night, you still want to go to Eva's, I'll drive you there. But please, just come home today." He didn't need to beg, but he continued. "Summer would love to spend time with you. I want to spend time with you."

"Okay. I'll go." He smiled.

You were at home, in yours and Mason's house, feeling happy once again. You were sitting on the floor, helping Summer with a puzzle, after Mason's mom expelled you from the kitchen. Meanwhile, Mason and his sister sat down on the couch to watch a random movie their brother had put on.

"She's so good with her!" His sister said.

"Yes, she is." He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his niece had said. "I think I fucked up."

"If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here."

"We said some really bad things to each other."

"But neither of you meant it. And she knows that." She put her hand over his shoulder. "She loves you very much, everyone can see that. And you love her. You just need to show her that."

"Yes. I can't lose her."

"You won't."

After dinner, and some embarrassing stories from his parents, Mason picked a festive Christmas movie and made some popcorn, which his niece and brother ate the most.

You were lying on the big coach next to Mason, who had his feet on the coffee table, with Summer lying against you, when you felt your eyes getting heavier. You hadn't been sleeping well and now that you were comfortable with Mason and his family, the sleep was taking over you.

Mason had his hoodie on when he felt his brother hit his head. "Ouch! What the hell?" He looked at his brother and saw him pointing at you. Next to him, he saw you sleeping, cuddling his niece against your chest, while the little girl watched the movie attentively.

"The movie is finishing. Why don't you take her to bed?" His mom said and just like that, the movie credits rolled up, making Summer move in your arms.

You opened your eyes and saw everybody stand up. You had fallen asleep.

"You should go to bed." Mason said when you sat up. When he saw your expression, he added, "I'll sleep on the couch, don't worry."

But you weren't worried about that. Actually, you wanted to sleep next to him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and have his warm arms around you. So when his niece jumped on his arms and asked him the question, you had to control yourself not to smile.

"Can I sleep in your bed with you and Auntie Y/a?" Everybody in the room tried not to laugh, while Mason became red in embarrassment and nervousness.

"I-- I'm not-- why don't you..."

"Of course you can sweetie!" You said, surprising Mason. The little girl jumped from his lap in happiness.

Jaz kissed her forehead. "Be a good girl and don't keep them up, okay?" She nodded and hugged her father's leg.

Saying goodnight to everyone, Mason carried the little girl as you three went upstairs to the bedroom.

It was clean and tidy just like the day you had left.

You grabbed one of your pyjamas and went to the bathroom to change. You brush your teeth and change into your pyjamas, as you hear Mason's and Summer's laugh from the bedroom. You had missed that sound.

When you stepped out, Summer was already down the covers, lying comfortably in the middle of the bed. Mason grabbed his pyjama bottoms and entered the bathroom.

"Auntie Y/a, come to bed." She told you. You smiled and jumped on the bed, showering her with kisses and making her laugh. "No. Stop it."

"Why? I missed you." You tickled her and she jumped out of bed, running to Mason as he left the bathroom shirtless, in only his pyjama bottoms. I missed you too.

"Uncle Mase, help me! Auntie Y/a is tickling me."

"Oh is she?" He picked her up and as if you weren't in the room he said, "Guess we'll have to tickle her too."

When they smiled at you like the Grinch, you knew you were fucked. You hated tickles. "Don't!"

You were the first to wake up. You were always the first to wake up. Mason liked to sleep and since he didn't have practice, you were sure wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

It didn't come as a surprise, that Summer was no longer in between you two. She would always leave in the middle of the night to go to her parent's bed. She was a sneaky one. And it was no surprise either that Mason's arm found his way around your waist, pulling you closer against him.

This had been the best night's sleep since you had left the house and when you turned around and saw Mason's relaxed face you could tell he felt the same way. You didn't even know what you were doing, but the next thing you knew, you were kissing the corner of his lips. He moved a little, but he didn't wake up. You let out a relief sign and carefully got out of his embrace and out of bed.

Mason woke up, feeling cold but very well-rested. But when he looked at your side and saw it empty his panic started to build. Have you left again?

He got out of bed and after putting on a warm old hoodie, he left the room. His parents and sister were having breakfast, but you weren't.

"Good morning, sweetie." His mom welcomed him.

He gave her a kiss on the head. "Good morning." He grabbed a mug for his coffee and stole a toast from his sister, which hit his arm. "Have you seen Y/a?" He asked, afraid of the answer.

"She went to the bakery down the road with Summer." He felt like the world had been lifted off his shoulders. "After we leave, make things right with her. She's the best woman you'll ever going to find." His dad said.

"I know. I know."

After lunch, Mason's family left, leaving the two of you alone. He sat down on the couch and you sat next to him. Not too close but also not too far.

Mason could smell your perfume and he felt the need to pull you closer. "I'm sorry." He finally said. "For everything I said. I was angry and I wanted to hurt you, but I didn't mean anything. Asking you to be my girlfriend was the best thing I've ever done. And asking you to move in with me… I can't live without you." He swallowed the lump in his throat, as you played with the rings in your hand. "I've been sleeping on the couch because I can't sleep in the bed without you. That's how bad I've got it."

So that's why the room was clean as the day you left, you thought to yourself.

You looked up and looked at him. He looked sad and you knew he was sorry, because so were you.

"I said worse things." You started. "I wish I could take them all back because I didn't mean it. I don't even want to know what my life would be like if I hadn't met you. I love you. You're the love of my life and I--" You got suddenly interrupted when Mason put his hand behind your neck and pulled you close, locking your lips with his.

The kiss was neddy and desperate but sweet and passionate at the same time. Your hand cupped his cheek while his was still in your neck. Kissing him was addictive and the world around seemed to stop. He was your safe place and without a doubt, you were his.

When you pulled apart in desperate need of air, you stared at each other. A little more in love.

"Let's fix this!" He whispered. His head leaned against yours. "I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I want to marry you, I want to have kids with you, I want to grow old with you." He said, making you blush. "Fuck... I want to wake up everyday with you by my side, kiss you day and night and make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Stop it, you know I hate those cliches."

Mason smiled. "You hate them because they're directed for you."

"Yeah... So stop it."

"But why should--" This time you kissed him, cupping his face and sitting on his lap. He always gets distracted when you sit on his lap.

"I love you, Mount!" You broke the kiss and hugged him, hiding your face in his neck.

He hugged you back, running his hand up and down your back. "I love you too. You're the love of my life."

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buckybabieboy · 9 months

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Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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cringe-but-proud · 2 months

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JESUS!!!! Y'all ask, I deliver I guess 😟

Rainy walks Home

Hobie brown x reader! Read part 1 here!

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of a breakup, reader gets robbed at gunpoint 💀

A/n: PART THREE HAS BEEN MADE. Didn't anticipate you guys wanting this so bad lol. But, I'm not complaining. Requests are open!

In hindsight, agreeing to close up alone was probably a bad idea.

You locked the doors to the Domino's that you worked at behind you, pulling at the door handle to make sure it was shut tight. Suddenly, literally out of nowhere, it began raining.

You sighed, cursing under your breath as you pulled your hood over your head.

It had been a little over 3 weeks since your ex broke up with you and things were going... Fine. You weren't super torn up over the breakup, but you definitely weren't happy either.

The rain began to pour down, only getting worse with every step that you took. Normally, you wouldn't take shortcuts. There wasn't really a reason to since the walk from work to your apartment wasn't that long. But, today was an acception. It was dark, and cold, and pouring down rain.

So, you turned down an alleyway.

You walked through the narrow space, listening to the sound of your sneakers as they hit the wet pavement. But, something made you stop.

You strained your ears listening for something. You didn't quite know what.

Nothing.

You continued walking, only taking a few steps before stopping again.

You heard it this time.

Someone else's footsteps.

You turned around to face whoever was behind you, but before you could fully face them, you were grabbed.

Instinctively, you screamed and began to thrash around in the person's grasp, but they were bigger than you.

"Empty your pockets." The deep voice of a man said into your ear. You tried kicking at the man and he didn't even react. "EMPTY YOUR FUCKING POCKETS." He screamed. You reached into your pockets and threw your belongings on to the ground. Your keys and your earbuds.

The man briefly looked at the items before throwing you to the ground. Before you could even think to get up and run, he was holding a gun, pouting it at you.

You screamed and shrunk into yourself, holding your hands over your face.

"Give me your bag."

You didn't need to be told twice. You were shrugging away your bag, ready to hand over whatever this dude asked for when you heard a sort of "thwip!" sound.

You lifted your head and all you saw was a flash of red and blue full force swinging into the man who was robbing you.

You watched in awe as THE actual fucking Spiderman beat down the man who'd tried to rob you. In a manner of seconds, Spiderman had knocked the man out and tied him up in webs.

You were in shock and couldn't do anything but stare with your jaw agape. Spiderman turned to you and crouched down to your level.

"Y'alright, mate?" He asked.

You blinked. "Fucking no!"

"Yeah, fair enough." He shrugged. "Let's get you up then." He held his hand out to you and, after a short pause, you took it. He pulled you up from the ground with what seemed to be zero effort and dusted off your shoulders.

"Cops will probably show up to take care of this one sooner or later." He crossed his arms and inspected you for a moment.

You became aware of the fact that you hadn't thanked him yet. "Thank you." You said, finally calmed down from the whole ordeal.

"Nah, don't mention it." He brushed you off. "Just doing what's right."

You silently picked your things up from the ground, trying to ignore the thief that was knocked out a few feet away from you.

"Want me to walk you home?" He asked.

You paused, letting his words sink in for a moment. Spiderman was offering to walk you home.

...

Why?

"You probably have better things to do." You said, shaking your head.

"Not really. People are less likely to go around committing crime when it's pouring down rain." He shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't put the offer out there."

You thought over it for a moment. You would undoubtedly feel safer if Spiderman was walking you home.

"Okay." You agreed.

You were walking down the streets with Spiderman. You were with Spiderman. Walking to your apartment. Cool. Yup. This was fine. Totally normal situation.

"Sucks that this all happened in the rain, huh?"

You broke out of your own thoughts and managed a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess."

"I would offer you an umbrella, but," He motioned down to himself. "Spiderman doesn't carry around umbrellas."

"It's okay." You went quiet again, getting lost in your thoughts. He seemed to notice the trance-like state you were in and tilted his head.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

You took a moment before answering. For some reason, you sort of wanted to be honest with him, really tell him what was on your mind. Maybe because you knew you'd probably never talk to him again; and you knew Spiderman wasn't gonna go swinging around, telling everyone your business. So, you spoke.

"I got broken up with a couple weeks ago."

"You're still hung up about it?!" He asked. The way he said it was strange. It was like he was expecting you to be over your break up, despite the fact that the two of you had never spoken before, so he shouldn't have any reason to expect better from you.

"I mean, I'm sort of over it. But..." You sighed. "When it first happened I was upset, obviously. He broke up with me over text while I was at work and I went on break to cry in the parking lot." He nodded along. "And then this... Guy showed up." This was the main thing that had been on your mind. "And I didn't know him, but he like... Comforted me. Just sort of made me feel better about the whole thing. He was super cool, and genuine, and like, really hot; and I regret not asking for his number or anything."

There it was. You had just spilled your guts to fucking Spiderman. God, you needed to go back to therapy.

You waited for him to say something in reply, and for a moment he was silent.

"Well, uh..." He trailed off. Oh god, you'd overstepped. He probably thinks you're weird. "That's what you were thinking about?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's weird, I know."

"Nah, nah. I'm sure he's been thinking about you too."

"Definitely not." You chuckled.

"You never know." He said. "You seem cool, so..."

You stopped walking, finally arriving to your apartment building. You decided to be a little more weird by asking for advice.

"So, what should I do? Like, should I look for him somewhere? Should I just move on like a normal person?"

He paused. "When's your next shift?" He asked.

"Wednesday." You answered.

"I'd say just... Go into work. Y'know, like any other day. He might show up."

You chuckled. "That's wishful thinking."

"Not from me, it's not. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Cause I've got Spidey senses." He said. The eyes on his mask narrowed and you could tell that underneath, he was smiling.

You shook your head, smiling as well. "Guess it'd be dumb to not take Spiderman's advice."

"Exactly. So, you'll do what I said?"

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I guess I will."

"Great." He began to walk backwards away from you, not yet breaking eye contact. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You furrowed your brows in slight confusion. "I mean, probably not."

"Y'never know." Webs shot out from his wrist and he swung away without another word.

You walked into your apartment building, and somehow you were glad you'd taken that shortcut.

#x reader #fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader

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torscrawls · 1 year

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The Suspicious Wayne Family

Summary:

“Well, several of them have come back from the dead so I just had to check it out for myself!”

Tim felt himself go cold. “…How do you know that?”

“Ghosts take note if someone manages to come back from the dead, you know?” Phantom leaned in and lowered his voice as if sharing an embarrassing secret, “It’s a terrible faux pas.”

Phantom comes to Tim with some concerns about the Wayne family. Tim really isn’t ready to deal with this.

Words: 2 023

Can be read on AO3!

“Augh!” Phantom groaned as he slumped across Tim’s desk in the Watchtower, utterly ignoring the fact that Tim was very much in the middle of work.

Tim, used to several dramatic siblings without any concept of personal space, simply sighed and tried to shove him off the desk. “Can you go be dramatic somewhere else? Some people are actually trying to get some work done.”

Phantom ignored him as he fused himself halfway into the desk, preventing Tim from depositing him onto the floor, much to Tim’s annoyance. Instead, Phantom groaned and splayed his arms wider, completely blocking Tim’s view of the screen. “You wouldn’t believe what just happened!”

Tim heaved a deep sigh as he gave up on work for now, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and asked, “Alright, I’ll bite. What happened?”

Phantom immediately perked up. “Thanks for asking! You see, I was minding my own business—”

“Getting up to your usual shit,” Tim muttered under his breath as he sipped his coffee.

Phantom ignored him as he continued, “—when I ran across this huge house and there was this guy inside, which I know isn’t that strange by itself. But! He was reaaal big, and he had this white strip in his hair, which, I know, is a bit hypocritical for me to comment on, but this guy looked like such a try-hard—but anyway, he just attacked me on sight! With guns! Sure, they were regular guns, not ecto ones, so you know, I was fine, but still! So rude!”

Tim choked on his coffee. A huge and angry guy in a big house with white in his hair? That sounded awfully familiar… Hadn’t Jason mentioned that he would drop by the mansion today? Tim coughed to clear his throat and then managed a weak, “That’s… weird.”

Ah. So that’s what Damian had meant when he called in a disturbance in the air earlier. They hadn’t believed him since the cameras hadn’t picked anything up, but if it had been a ghost… Maybe he owed his little brother an excuse. Not that he would ever admit that to said little brother, but still. And that also meant that Phantom had definitely been in the Wayne mansion.

Tim sucked in a deep breath. “That’s definitely worrying.” Phantom didn’t need to know that he wasn't talking about him getting attacked by a sword. Why the fuck had Phantom been at their house?!

Phantom nodded with a laugh. “Right? We didn't even know each other yet! Usually people don’t attack me with a sword until I’ve at least introduced myself first. Or, well, not always, but I can usually at least figure out why they attack me, you know?”

Tim didn’t know and decided not to comment on that worrying statement, instead focusing on gathering information instead. Familiar territory and all that. “What were you even doing in a random big house in the first place?”

“Not just any house!” Phantom wagged his finger. “They’re the Waynes! Which, okay, I didn’t really know a lot about them but my friend said that they are famous or something. And I believe her! The house was like a mansion!”

“Alright,” Tim allowed, congratulating himself on how unbothered he sounded as he parsed through Phantom’s excited rambling. “Why were you in the Wayne mansion, then?”

“Well, several of them have come back from the dead so I just had to check it out for myself!”

Tim felt himself go cold. “…How do you know that?”

“Ghosts take note if someone manages to come back from the dead, you know?” Phantom leaned in and lowered his voice as if sharing an embarrassing secret, “It’s a terrible faux pas.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Yeah!” Phantom nodded before pausing with a frown. “Wait. How do you know that they have died?”

“Of course I do. I’m a detective in Gotham and they are well-known in the city.”

“Hmmm…” Phantom trailed off, and Tim was tensing up in preparation for an argument, but then the ghost perked up as if remembering something. “And Bruce! Bruce Wayne! I’m pretty sure he trains his kids to be like child soldiers or something. Maybe he even uses them as his minions in secret evil schemes!”

Tim felt himself start to sweat. “Let’s—let’s talk to Batman about this.”

“The Gigabat? Why?”

“He might know the best approach.” Might know any approach, cause Tim certainly didn't.

“Alright. Sure,” Phantom agreed easily and followed as Tim hurried out into the corridor, seemingly blissfully unaware of the panic he had caused.

How on earth had they been noted by ghosts without knowing about it? How had Phantom managed to stumble upon this information? If had managed to find the mansion, what else had he managed to put together…? Had he seen the cave?

Tim pushed upon the door to Bruce’s office and walked in as confidently as he could manage at the moment. “B? Phantom has some… concerns he wants to bring up.”

Bruce had turned away from his screens as they entered the room, no doubt ready to admonish them for disturbing him, but something in Tim’s voice must have tipped him off that something was going on because he turned fully towards them and simply demanded, “What is it?”

Phantom didn’t waste any time before bluntly stating, “I think we should investigate the Wayne family. I think they might be a crime syndicate, possibly even supervillains.”

It wasn’t often that Tim saw Bruce at a loss for words. Tim couldn’t blame him as he himself had to restrain himself not to visibly wince at Phantom’s words.

Phantom on the other hand seemed not to notice as he continued, “I thought you would like to know, what with them being in Gotham and all? Really, I’m surprised you didn’t know about them already.”

“Why would you assume they are supervillains?” Bruce asked and Tim was impressed by how calm he sounded.

“Oh, well, you know… The kids all have obvious combat training, the house is riddled with weapons, and the family seems awfully involved with all the major catastrophes in Gotham as well as all the major villains,” Phantom said casually before pausing as he tapped a finger to his lips in thought and adding as an afterthought, “and, of course, because of the secret lair beneath the mansion.”

Well, that answered Tim’s earlier question whether he had seen the Batcave or not. He was very grateful for Bruce and his frankly terrifying poker face as the older man just said, “That’s quite the list…”

Phantom beamed. “Thank you!”

“And why did you start investigating them?”

“Well, on top of all the gossiping grannies mobbing me in the Zone to talk about the young men using the afterlife like some sort of revolving door, I know a thing or two about evil billionaires with hidden identities and Bruce Wayne just screams secrets, you know?”

Bruce didn’t answer, Tim just stared. Phantom clapped his hands, “So. When are we starting the investigation?”

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath and said, “We’re not investigating them.”

Phantom looked surprised for a split second before raising a single eyebrow, “Is it because he’s so rich? Oh! Is that why you have so many expensive gadgets?”

“What.”

“I mean, that’s why you want to look the other way, right? Because he pays you?” Phantom turned wide eyes on Tim. “All of you?”

Bruce simply stared as Tim managed a weak, “No?” Even if, technically, he was getting paid by Bruce Wayne.

Phantom leaned in closer to Tim and whispered. “Do you guys need help? I’ve beaten up billionaires before, I can do it again.”

“Thanks? But no thanks. Please don’t beat up Bruce Wayne.”

Phantom gasped, turning back to Bruce with way too much delight in his eyes. “It’s consensual? Wait. Does that mean he's your sugar daddy?!”

“This conversation is over.”

“What?! Why?”

“You can’t come in here with baseless assumptions about civilians and expect me to play along.”

“Alright. Not your sugar daddy, I get it,” Phantom said with a wink towards Tim, “But I thought you guys would want to at least look into it a bit more?”

“They Waynes are not a problem,” Bruce all but growled out.

Phantom raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?” The words said as a challenge but Tim could see no anger or annoyance in Phantom’s expression, hear nothing but glee in his voice. It was as if he didn’t want Bruce to really look into them, as if he was just looking to rile him up.

Something about the whole situation made Tim pause.

It was a bit strange that Phantom came to them with this, wasn't it? He had no reason to think that they were connected to the Waynes by more than the city they lived in. He usually did his own thing, and he had done that by going to the mansion at first, hadn't he? So what had changed? Why had he decided to involve Tim?

The glee, the probing questions, the way he slowly revealed more information… It was almost as if he—

“Wait a second. You know!”

Phantom burst out laughing. “Finally! Ancients, I thought you would see through me in like one second flat!”

Tim punched him in the arm. “You’re such an ass! I can’t believe you!” Phantom just kept on cackling.

Unsurprisingly, Bruce seemed to catch on pretty quickly as he stood up from his chair, looming over Phantom threateningly. Or trying to, as Phantom was still floating a good few feet in the air. “And you figured this out from other ghosts?”

Phantom snorted and wiped at his eyes. “Mostly. Contrary to popular belief, the dead do talk. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it, not many of them ever visit the Human Realm and I can guarantee that they have no idea who you are. They are not up to date when it comes to human affairs.”

Bruce frowned and Tim immediately recognized his patented brooding face. “That’s a security risk I hadn’t considered.”

It must have hurt him to admit it, but Tim couldn’t really take any joy in it; he was right there with him. Tim groaned as he dragged a hand through his hair. “Aren’t they supposed to not tell any secrets?!”

Phantom laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, they very much do.”

“Well, considering a certain someone, I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise,” Tim said with a pointed look at Phantom.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Phantom exclaimed in mock anger. “Have you guys considered not dying? I mean, man, I thought I had a problem with staying alive.”

Bruce cut them off with a no-nonsense, “You will not tell anyone about this.”

Phantom mimed zipping his lips shut. “Silent as the grave.” Then he pursed them in thought before adding, “On one condition.”

Tim saw the way Bruce tensed and couldn’t help the way he himself also tensed with anticipation. Phantom could ask for anything.

“What?” Bruce asked bitingly.

“I want some of those cookies that were in the oven. They smelled amaaaazing!”

Bruce silently turned back to his monitor, not gracing that with an answer. Tim grabbed a hold of Phantom’s—thankfully currently corporeal—arm and dragged him from the room as he said, “I’m sure Alfred would love to give you some cookies. You can come over for dinner and we can talk.” Tim paused and then continued, “And you can explain what’s going on to Jason and Damian. I’m sure they’re both freaking out.”

“Non-living dinner?” Phantom asked hopefully and the bizarre question almost made Tim stop walking.

“Yeah? Alfred usually cooks it first.”

“Sure, but, you know, does it stay dead?”

“Yes?” Tim asked with equal parts incredulity and dread.

“Alright!” Phantom beamed. “Count me in!”

Tim had a feeling that he had just made a grave mistake.

#dp x dc #dp #danny phantom fic #dp fic #danny phantom fanfic #dp fanfic #phic #there's big gremlin danno energy in this one #and it might be a spiritual (ha!) follow-up to Mad Scientists #just danny getting his revenge #my writing

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gothlcsan · 7 months

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Study Partners ; KIM JIWOONG

PAIRING nonidol!jiwoong , afab!reader

GENRE SMUT 18+

SYNOPSIS Being best friends since childhood, it’s not too hard for fall for your best friend and tutor, yeah?

WORD COUNT 2511

WARNINGS kissing, oral (reader receiving), best friend since childhood trope, fingering, hair pulling, fluff, use of both lube and protection, jiwoong likes to ask for consent, feminine pet names, reader is a praise whore (me too)

♫ love on the brain - rihanna

a/n day thirteen of kinktober! i think best friend slash tutor jiwoong is super attractive (and his hands ?? 😵‍💫) so this was a bit self indulgent i won’t lie.. if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging as it helps ! ty <3

You glance up from your workbook, catching a glimpse of your tutor, Jiwoong, staring at you with the most blatantly obvious bored expression on his face. Neither of you wanted to be stuck in your bedroom, your mother repetitively coming to drop off sliced fruits and drinks every hour on the dot. Jiwoong and your mother’s were best friends since their high school days which meant you were thrown into the highly unfortunate, “forced to be friends” trope. Pushing your workbook away from yourself you tuck your chin into your arms, raising an eyebrow as Jiwoong starts to get up from the floor.

“Are you going home?”

Jiwoong nods, collecting his books into his hand, reaching for his bag that is laid next to him, you puckering your lips and nodding.

“Tell your Mom that I don’t need your tutoring anymore, it’s not like it’s helping anyways.”

The last part you grumble, barely audible, Jiwoong scoffing with an annoyed smirk as he bids you goodbye, leaving to go back next door. Not only did you go to college with Jiwoong but living next to him with both your Moms being best friends was inherently exhausting within itself. Both of you entering your senior year of college meant that they’d be on your backs to study, suggesting that the two of your study together at each other’s homes. Neither of you spoke up with your disinterest in doing so, ultimately deciding it was easier to do what you were told than speak up and say no.

Standing up from your spot on the floor, you plopped down onto your bed, falling backwards to lay flat against the mattress. You were exhausted from your long day of class, your eyes growing heavy whilst your mind began to wonder off. Your eyes shoot open, you scream into your hand, sitting up looking around your bedroom as if someone had intruded on you and your very scary (and highly inappropriate) thoughts about Jiwoong. Ultimately you decided to swallow and repress them, taking an ice cold shower before bed to help rid yourself of any thoughts.

A few days later and you still cannot shake the thoughts that plagued your mind, being reminded of them each time you opened the front door to let him in for tutoring. Your eyes wander down to his hands, gulping as he asks if he could come in, apologizing with a blush as you step out of the way. Studying is almost impossible as everything feels heightened in the space of your bedroom.

“What are you planning to do for your team project?” Jiwoong asked while rolling up the sleeves to his shirt, making your face turn beet red, trying to hide the fact by placing your book directly in front of your face.

“Um, I haven’t planned it out just yet, we’re currently deciding on the topic.”

Jiwoong snorts, you dropping the book onto the table making him flinch and swear under his breath startled.

“Why don’t you pick the topic yourself and dish them out tasks instead? Waiting on them to decide if they want to help or not.”

You know what Jiwoong meant, implying to not be a pushover and take charge, you telling him to calm down as he repeatedly encourages you to text them, taking your phone out and sending the text. The response is overall good, the one teammate being a bit passive aggressive with their response but you choose to ignore it, going back to your book now a little less stressed with work. Jiwoong lifts his hand up, giving the top of your head a few slow pets, making you freeze with widened eyes.

“Good girl.”

Jiwoong’s words bounce around your skull making you blink in confusion and undoubtedly horniness, chuckling nervously as you shy away from his hand. He drops his hand apologizing, you being a little too quick to reassure him it was perfectly fine, smiling sheepishly with your face instantly flushing. Quietness blanked over the room as you both refocused on your respective studies, you feeling a bit unfocused thanks to Jiwoong’s words from earlier, Jiwoong himself becoming a distraction all together. Your eyes linger from his unholy sculptured features, traveling down his shoulders, a little sad his first three buttons aren’t undone like usual, stopping at his hands. Those stupid hands. The very hands that have held yours multiple times throughout the years since childhood, the hands that had just petted your hair, the hands you ached to have in between your thighs. It’s painfully hard to focus as Jiwoong asks if you’re ok, stumbling over your words as you try to play it off as just being tired, Jiwoong raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“You sure you’re ok?”

You swallow before nodding, giving Jiwoong a faint smile as you clenched your thighs together, it grows increasingly difficult to think or keep yourself out together. Jiwoong places down his pencil, leaning towards you over the table, making you lean back with a flushed face, as you asked him what he was doing. He caresses your cheek into his hand, his smile making you weak in the knees thankful you were sitting down.

“What Jiwoong?” You asked again, pretending to be oblivious to his actions, although not that they made much sense anyways. Jiwoong smirks as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, bouncing back into place as he finishes swiping across it. Your breath hitches in your throat not sure how exactly to feel or react to this, wanting it so desperately your limbs felt nearly numb.

“You’re so god awful pretty.”

The words make your heart nearly stop beating, scanning his face looking for any indication he was joking, screaming in your head practically begging for him to be serious. The look in your eyes must’ve given you away as Jiwoong leans closer, his eyes darting from your lips back to your eyes.

“May I?”

Nodding, you wait for him to kiss you, softly saying yes before he pressed his lips against your own. They’re soft, almost too soft, the subtle hint of stubble brushing over your top lip as your lips worked in harmony. Impatience numbs your limbs as you wrap your hands around both his forearms, silently begging for him to come closer, Jiwoong not disconnecting from you once as he moved around the small table. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands warm on the small of your back, the other just barely touching the exposed skin on your waist, intoxicating you with his touch. Shaky gasps fall from you when Jiwoong swipes everything off the table, open pencil bags spilling across the floor. Giggling when Jiwoong lifted you up by your waist to place you on top of the table, not wasting any time to spread your legs apart much to your embarrassment. His hands trail up your thighs as he teases you for your underwear saying he didn’t take you as a lace wearer, threatening to kick him if he didn’t put his annoying mouth to proper use. Placing open mouthed kisses on the areas of your legs that your skirt failed to cover, you hum in approval, combing your fingers through his hair tugging at the ends between clenched fingers.

“Jiwoong,” you breathlessly moaning as you let your head fall back as he takes his hands, hiking up your skirt and wrapping his fingers around the band of your panties. Lifting your hips up enough for him to slide them down your legs, hurriedly kicking them off aimlessly to get him back where you wanted him most. Jiwoong moves a hand up your right thigh moving your leg up to get a better access to you. The kisses he leaves up your thighs before stopping just over your cunt, his breath fanning hot over you making you shiver with need, looking down at him with a desperate pout. Jiwoong looking up at you through his eyelashes with that smirk makes you nearly faint, wrapping both hands into his hair to keep him in place as he pushes himself face first into your cunt. His lips brush over your clit giving it opened mouth kisses before focusing his tongue to lick a wet stripe down your slit, delving it into your hole as he moves you closer to his face. Breathy moans fall from your lips as you lay back against the table, head hanging off the edge as you keep your fingers in place, desperate to keep Jiwoong. His hand travels from your thigh to meet alongside his tongue, making you swear under your breath when he slowly pushes a single finger into you.

“Sh, relax, baby.” Jiwoong hushes you as he relaxes you, which allows a second finger to slip in easily, your eyes rolling back as he laps you up. You’re overwhelmed with pleasure not being coherent enough to think or speak complete sentences, being reduced down to noises and broken sentences.

“Want more.”

“Hm?”

You look down at Jiwoong chewing on your lip before repeating yourself, the smile on his face lighting up as he slowly pulls away, standing up to strip. Watching in awe as his fingers undo his dress shirt, the black fabric being tossed elsewhere in the room, your cunt wet with need as he unhooks his belt. The sound of the metal clicking together makes you genuinely insane, clenching around nothing as he steps out of his slacks, his dick hard in his boxers. By any means he’s not painfully huge but he’s definitely above average, praying internally to be able to take him. Watching him take off his boxers nearly takes you out, his dick hard against his lower abdomen making you want him more. He asks if you have any lube and condoms, pointing to your bedside table telling him to look in the drawer.

“Huh, you’re that type of girl huh?”

You arch yourself to be able to see him, sitting up in a panic going to slam the drawer nearly crushing his fingers.

“Pretend you saw nothing.”

“Aw why? Embarrassed that your best friend saw your vibrator?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh so scary.”

Jiwoong smirks, taking the lube and condom in his hand, wrapping his other hand around your waist as he pushes you onto your bed. His knee pushes up against your cunt, making you flush red, suddenly shy from him being in your bed. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he places a generous amount of lube onto his dick before using the lube covered hand to roll the condom on, humming at the sensation. Seeing him work up makes you giddy, licking your bottom lip as you watch him, gasping when he wraps his hands around the back of your knees, pulling you flush to him. His fingers rub over your cunt making you hum in satisfaction, mumbling for him to hurry, him chuckling calling you impatient as he aligns himself to you. Jiwoong slowly starts to push into you, your fingers curled around his forearms as your mouth hangs open due to the stretch. He gives you time to relax, praising you as he carefully pushes until he bottoms out, you grunting in slight pain but it becomes pleasure when you familiarize with the size. Giving him the ok, he begins to roll his hips, his thighs meeting against yours - - making him hit the places you wanted him for so long. He leans down to catch you into a kiss, comforting you as he begins to pick up pace, the sound of skin hitting skin making your brain foggy. Moaning against his lips he swallows each and every single one, his praises being lost as the pressure begins to blossom in the pit of your stomach. Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, you curl your fingers around the baby hairs that laid there.

“More, faster, please.”

You can feel Jiwoong smirk against your lips, knowing the exact shit eating grin he was sporting, him obliging by quickening his hips, snapping against you hard enough to leave harsh red marks. Throwing your head back you babble how good it felt, how good he felt, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you moaned uncontrollably. Without warning he hits you in your bundle of nerves, your vision blurring letting him know to keep it up, fingernails digging deep into his shoulders. Pleasure builds up in your stomach until it becomes too much, begging to cum, Jiwoong petting the side of your head telling you to breathe and cum for him. The soft tenderness of his praises mixed in with his own moans is enough to tip you over the edge, clinging to him as you cum, vision stark white with stars bordering the edges. Your breathing relaxes as Jiwoong continues to help you through your orgasm, focusing on his own, snaking one hand up to intertwine your fingers with his. He leans his other arm down so his forearm is pressed against the mattress by your head, quickening his thrusts, stopping when he cums, thighs spasming as he slowly rides it out in waves. Both of you are panting heavily trying to catch your breath when he slowly pulls out, groaning at the drag alongside your walls. Jiwoong pulls off the condom, tying it close before finding your box of tissues, wrapping it up before tossing it into the trash. Jiwoong offers to help you clean up, asking him to grab you a wet cloth, cleaning yourself up as he pulls on his boxers. You watch him as he cleans up your school supplies, looking for your clothes as you get dressed.

“How do you feel?”

You look over blushing as Jiwoong is finishing getting dressed, slightly sad to see him clothed.

“I feel really good, less tense. How do you feel? Was it ok?”

Jiwoong looks at you in confusion, walking up to you to caress your cheek into his hand, pressing a kiss to your lips between each word.

“You were incredible, I swear. We should do this more often, what do you say, baby?”

A blush creeps up from your neck to your cheeks, giggling when Jiwoong lifts you up from your thighs to wrap your legs around your waist. His hands cup your ass as he kisses you, asking if you could promote him from tutor to boyfriend. You giggle at him, nodding in agreement giving him another kiss before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“Best friend to tutor to now boyfriend? Be careful, someone might call me greedy.” You joked.

Jiwoong laughs, bringing you up to lay your back flat against the wall, trailing his lips and kisses both down your neck to leave marks.

“Greedy? I like greedy, I want you to claim me as your own, as I am with you.”

Nodding, you both promise to be greedy with another, making out until you beg him to take you back to bed, forgetting about studying all together.

#zb1 #gothlcsan #smut #kinktober #kpop smut #fiction #zb1 smut #zb1 x reader #kim jiwoong #zb1 jiwoong #jiwoong smut

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doumadono · 2 months

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emergency request

im not sure if you write for genshin, so if you dont, you can ignore this

kaveh, thoma, and cyno (separately) with a reader who has severe social anxiety? they’re an extrovert, but their anxiety makes it really difficult to make new friends or talk to people they’re not super close to

thank you <3

Genshin men & gn!Reader with social anxiety - headcanons

GENSHIN IMPACT EMERGENCY REQUESTS

Kaveh

Kaveh notices your unease in social situations and decides to take a calm and patient approach.

He often invites you to quieter gatherings or one-on-one activities to make you feel more comfortable. "I've noticed that crowded places make you uncomfortable. How about we grab a coffee and find a quiet spot to chat?"

Kaveh doesn't push you into crowded events but rather provides a reassuring presence by your side.

He learns about your interests and engages in conversations about topics you're passionate about to ease the tension.

Kaveh encourages you to take small steps outside your comfort zone, praising your efforts along the way.

Kaveh is patient and a good listener, offering a comforting presence that makes you feel understood.

His calm demeanor and encouraging words make you feel safe and supported.

When you express your difficulty in making new friends, Kaveh takes it upon himself to gently encourage you to step out of your comfort zone. "I know it can be tough, but you're doing great. Just take your time."

Thoma

Thoma, being a kind and empathetic soul, notices your social anxiety early on. He doesn't push you into uncomfortable situations but rather finds ways to ease you into social interactions.

He introduces you to new people slowly, creating a safe and supportive environment. "Don't worry too much. We're all here to have a good time. If you ever need a break, just let me know, okay?"

Thoma enjoys spending time with you in nature, providing a serene backdrop for meaningful conversations.

He becomes your confidant, someone you can share your thoughts and fears with without judgment.

Thoma values quality over quantity when it comes to friendships, emphasizing the importance of genuine connections.

Thoma's easygoing nature helps to ease your anxiety, making social situations more enjoyable.

Thoma suggests creative ways to navigate social situations, like engaging in group activities that align with your interests.

Cyno

Cyno's cold exterior doesn't mean he's oblivious to your issues. In fact, he's highly observant, silently noting your discomfort and adjusting his approach accordingly.

Cyno introduces you to social situations gradually but strategically. He picks controlled environments, like quiet gatherings or exclusive events, where you can navigate social interactions with less pressure.

He respects your need for space and subtly adjusts his approach to accommodate your comfort level.

"I get it, socializing isn't everyone's cup of tea. I'd rather be honest about it. We can be alone together, if you want."

He encourages you to express yourself through various activities, finding shared interests to bond over.

He values your extroverted qualities but respects your need for space when anxiety kicks in as well.

#emergency request #cyno genshin impact #thoma genshin #genshin kaveh #kaveh x reader #cyno x reader #thoma x reader #thoma fluff #cyno fluff #kaveh fluff #kaveh #kaveh x you #thoma x you #cyno x you #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #cyno headcanons #thoma headcanons #kaveh headcanons

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boomhoon · 3 months

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EXPRESS MOON

A jungwon drabble— inspired by Jo Yuri

synopsis: A late night walk with your best friend leaves you feeling otherworldly

content: 480 word drabble, fluff, gn reader, besties to lovers. SUPER short because i wrote this on a whim 😭

I alternated my attention between my window and the text message from Jungwon: I’ll be right outside ur window in 3 mins . A little cryptic, and normally I would be concerned if it wasn’t for the fact that I had been waiting for this moment all day. I really needed to see him again.

My alarm clock showed a bright 2AM, a reminder to sleep which i chose to ignore. I brought my head to my pillow, but stopped once I saw a pair of hands waving from afar. I got up to walk over for the window, my grogginess disappearing with each step.

I unlocked the window and slowly opened it while Jungwon jogged over. “I hope I didn’t take too long.” He puffed out, and took my hand in his to pull me out of the one story house. His breath flew out like smoke against the winter night.

“You didn’t, it’s okay.” I reassured him. I straightened out my jacket which I had slipped on last minute, and we started walking down the street.

We took late night walks when the both of us were stressed, and couldn’t sleep. Due to the darkness, we only had our voices for expression. It didn’t matter what we looked like at night, and there was no pressure with having to see someone’s gaze on you. But it wasn’t like Jungwon would judge me anyway.

“Y/n, I’m really glad I met you.” Jungwon blurted out suddenly. I stopped and blinked a couple of times. Jungwon stopped to turned around and walked closer. “I’m glad I met you too, Jungwon.” I tried searching for his eyes in the dark. When I found them I swore they were the stars in the night sky. The moon behind him was raised high and right above him.

“You’ve always comforted me. Even when I didn’t even realize I needed it. I find myself wanting to hear your voice, your sweet laugh, or to see you smile.” He laughed and once again, his breath flew up into the sky.

“Jungwon-“ I started to say, “Wait,” He cut me off. “I just-well, I like you Y/n. No, i’m in love with you.” We stared at each other, I could see his face more clearly now.

“You don’t have to love me back, but you deserve to know.” He glanced into the distant streetlights, and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Jungwon, I love you too. I realized this a while ago. I feel like i’ve been brought throughout the galaxy whenever i’m with you. ” I bit my bottom lip out of pure nervousness at my sudden confession. I’ve never hinted how I felt before. But it was better now than never. He turned over to face me and lifted his hands out of his pockets.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, I nodded a ‘yes’. He slowly cupped my cheeks and leaned in. The coldness disappeared, and we both became flushed. Our lips melted together, and it sparked a flame within us. My hands wrapped around Jungwons neck, pulling him closer while he gently caressed my cheeks with his cold fingers. I could feel him smile into the kiss, and a soft sigh escaped him. It was sweet, with no rush to move on. We became one for a moment, our body and souls intertwining closer than ever during our friendship— now a newly found different type of love.

The only ones watching us: The moon, the stars, and the space beyond. With jungwon; love is at night, with the emotion of the whole universe .

taglist: @sanasour @mars101

a/n: any interaction is greatly appreciated, thanks for reading!!! 🙏🙏

#enhypen jungwon #enhypen #jungwon x reader #jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff #jungwon drabbles #i love jungwon #Spotify #jungwon #inspired by jo yuri #jo yuri #yang jungwon #jungwon scenarios #jungwon x y/n #jungwon x you

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klausinamarink · 7 months

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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 next: Part 8

spoilers but a phone call gets through!

“You’re a thousand percent sure?”

Mike groans as he checks down the school halls, “Yes, Lucas. How many times do I gotta tell you that?”

“Well, maybe until I’m positive that we’re not having a collective auditory hallucination or the weirdo isn’t tricking us.” Lucas crosses his arms. Beside Dustin, El mutters “auditory hallucination” to herself with furrowed eyebrows.

“You guys hear that?!” Dustin exclaims too loudly, earning equally loud shushes. “Sorry, but El just said a scientific word without mispronouncing it! She really does have superpowers…”

“Not now, Dustin.” Mike hushes as they finally get to the AV club. He unlocks the door and lets everyone inside after peeking in. He guides El to sit in front of the radio while Lucas and Dustin turn it on.

Dustin won’t lie - he’s super excited to see El use her powers for the radio. He couldn’t believe it when she made Will’s voice come out. Will! Alive and singing!

But he’s still confused over Mike’s news of Will being with someone named Eddie. Eddie who? is their biggest question but El can’t say because she doesn’t know his last name or how to describe him.

“He’s a friend.” She keeps telling them.

Dustin prays it’s not Eddie Tremblay from fifth grade. The little sucker doesn’t deserve to be Will’s new friend after his football landed on their rocket project last month.

“Aaaand we’re in!” He announces, hopping behind El. Mike and Lucas squish against him even though they clearly have much more space.

El closes her eyes and listens to the whining static. Then the static changes through channels, voices quickly overlapping until they get more comprehensive. Then the voices get compressed into six, four, two-

“-Control to Major Tom..”

Dustin shoots his hand forward and grabs one of the speakers. But so does Lucas and Mike and now they’re slapping each other’s hands until Lucas finally takes it and yells, “Will, can you read us? Over!”

“‘Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong..’”

At the sound of the second person, Dustin’s first thought is oh thank God, it’s not Tremblay. Then his second thought is hm, this Eddie guy sounds kinda cool. Then his third thought is oh my god, we gotta talk to Will!

“Will! Do you copy? Over!”

“Will, where are you?”

“You feeling a bit better so far?”

“Tell Eddie we’re saying hi! Who is he? Over!”

“I’m getting cold again..”

“Me too. C’mon here.”

“Will! We’re right here!”

“How the hell are they not hearing us?”

“I wish I could go home…”

“So do I…”

El gives out a painful gasp and the radio explodes into flames. Dustin manages to extinguish it before the rest of the room catches, but the fire alarm goes off.

They all stare at the now-ruined transmitter, their only chance of connecting with Will and his mysterious new friend.

—

Eddie’s definitely missing.

It’s a fact that Jeff grows more sure of every day since Wayne Munson had asked him for Eddie’s secretive hideouts.

He keeps trying to ignore the seed of dread in his stomach, but it’s impossible now with the slightly somber atmosphere in the school after the morning announcement of Will Byers’ death. The fact that Eddie hasn’t shown up for classes or in the cafeteria again today isn’t helping either.

“If Munson’s still gonna be on his bender, he should’ve at least cancelled this week’s session.”

Jeff takes a half-open Skittles bag from Maya’s tray and throws it at Evan, making the two members jump. Maya because those are her Skittles and Evan because the bag hits his chest making more pieces fly out on the table.

“Eddie’s not on a bender.” Jeff hisses at Evan. Across him, Frankie is giving him one of his Don’t-Make-This-Any-Worse looks.

Evan huffs and crosses his arms, “Oh, yeah? Then where the hell is he?”

“Definitely not on a bender of any kind!”

“Gee thanks, that clears things up.”

Jeff’s about to snap back, but Frankie discreetly kicks his leg with a warning glare. It might be a good call because Jeff doesn’t know what to say next. Another defence of Eddie, for sure, but nothing to quench the rest of the club’s antsy-ness.

“Maybe he’s gone to a concert. Like hitchhiked to Indy or Chicago?” Maya asks after picking up her spilled candy.

“But he has a van?” Daniel, the senior member of Hellfire and their current drummer, frowns pointedly.

“What concert could’ve he gone to? Is there even any band playing in this bum state?” Evan raises his eyebrows.

“I dunno, Dio?”

“They’re touring in the UK right now.” Frankie says. Jeff shoots him a bewildered look that’s the equivalent to screaming are you kidding me? Frankie gives him a Play-Along-With-It look.

“Well, that settles it.” Evan raps his knuckles on the table. “Munson’s saved a fucking ticket to the goddamned Iron Lady’s territory and is breeding chicks in Dio’s mosh pit as we speak.”

Jeff stands up, no longer feeling hungry. He throws his half-eaten sandwich at Evan. The other boy gives out a disgusted shriek as the mayonnaise hits and stains his shirt. “Dude! What-”

“Shame on you.” Jeff keeps his voice even, just quiet enough for only Hellfire to hear him. Maybe it would somehow reach Eddie wherever the hell he is right now. “The only good thing about Eddie being absent is that he isn’t ripping the skins off of you and your characters right now. Especially you, Evan.”

He stares Evan down, who visibly gulps. “Eddie took you in the club’s open arms because he saw you were a loner who needed the right people to hang out with or you would’ve been one of the bullies. And this is how you thank him?”

He looks at the rest of the members and points at them accusingly. “When Eddie comes back from whatever he’s doing, I hope that rest of y’all feel guilty for thinking he doesn’t care. Because he absolutely does.” Then he grabs his bag and leaves the cafeteria without a second thought.

Outside is chilly as usual and the breeze helps relax Jeff’s nerves. For a while at least.

He stands at the parking lot, trying to think what he should do when he hears someone running over. He looks up and groans.

“Frankie, leave me alone, man.”

“So you haven’t heard anything from Eddie?” Frankie’s voice isn’t accusing but his look might’ve been.

“No. Not since the band practice days ago.” Jeff walks away but Frankie still follows him. “Then his uncle came and asked if I knew any places Eddie frequents. I told you guys that already.”

“Doesn’t stop Evan’s stupid theories.” Frankie mutters.

“You should’ve shut him up!”

“Are you kidding? You did better than what I could’ve done.”

“Words are stronger than death looks.”

Frankie snorts. He goes quiet as they reach the end of the school parking lot. Then he says, “Are you going to search for Eddie?”

Jeff stops. Turns and stares at him. “Uh, yeah? I mean, from what he said, Wayne’s probably already doing that. So, I dunno, I’m probably gonna do the bare minimum. Like where am I going to look, dude?”

Frankie doesn’t answer. His face is strangely pale and looking at something behind Jeff. He follows his friend’s phase and feels the dread well up in his mouth when he sees a poster on a nearby telephone pole.

He doesn’t need a closer look to recognize the black and white photo of Eddie from two months ago grinning at him or the large word MISSING written in Sharpie above it.

He tries very hard not to notice that it’s stapled right below Will Byers’ already wrinkled poster.

It’s a very strong feeling to see your best friend’s missing poster a few days after you last saw him alive.

Jeff forces to tear his eyes away from Eddie’s captured monochrome cheeriness. “Know what? Fuck it. Let’s find him. Wanna start at the woods?”

—

There’s something about singing quietly in the nightscape hell mirror version of your bedroom that makes Eddie’s fingers twitch to jolt it down somewhere.

After the meltdown at the house, Will had grew more quiet. Eddie had rocked him until Will complained of motion sickness and then Eddie had held him even when they slept.

After piggybacking the kid and singing “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?” (at least until Eddie admitted death by earworms and convinced a change to “Space Oddity”) on the way back to Forest Hills, Will seemed to be back in his original spirits. Still quiet but no longer on the verge of tears next to Eddie. Although his coughs started to sound more wet and shook his small frame like a leaf.

Eddie prays to god that he can speak to Wayne this time. He hopes his uncle to come up with a cooler code system than Mrs. Byers and maybe get them out somehow.

But the trailer is quiet, save for Will’s whistled breathing as he sleeps in Eddie’s arms, the old itchy quilt cocooning them both. He has to stay up. Keep a lookout for the demogorgon in this hell land and for Wayne in the real world. But he feels so tired. If he can rest his eyes for just a moment…

The sound of muffled crying wakes him up.

—

The longer Wayne stares at the posters, the bigger the impulse to rip them up grows.

After Hopper left, he had went back inside and started on making the Missing posters for Eddie. The hardest part of it had been trying to find the right photo of his nephew and he had held back tears at how much Eddie had grown. How happier he looks.

He had printed copies at the library, keeping his head down from curious and pitying eyes. Christi Waldon was nice enough not to charge him for the fees.

Then he started putting the posters up and Wayne had felt like he was making a mistake.

Nobody never said anything how difficult it is to go around town again, putting a poster with your child’s face silently begging strangers who may disliked them to find them, and to do all of this without the police helping.

Wayne had printed 100 copies. He only managed to put up 18 of them before it became too much and hurried home.

Now there’s a pile of 82 posters with Eddie’s face staring up at him on the table. Wayne can’t bring himself to rip them up no matter what his mind demands it. He has a new superstition that if he does, Eddie will never be found alive.

He checks the time. Seeing it’s only after six, he sighs heavily and takes out his cigarette. He’s briefly overcome with the memory of catching a fourteen year old Eddie trying to smoke and how his smart cookie of a nephew swallowed the lit cigarette, immediately threw up, and sobbed while Wayne had to sit down so he wouldn’t break his own ass from laughing so far. After they’d both calmed down, Wayne showed him how to smoke properly and said-

He said…

What did he say?

Something erupts from his mouth. He clamps a hand over, suddenly worrying that he just got sick. But there’s no taste of bile. Only wet salt. He takes his hand off and, ah. He’s crying.

Wayne gives a wet laugh. Then it gasps into another sob. He covers his mouth again, unable to hold the tears back.

Above him, the lights flicker.

It feels almost comforting.

Wayne sniffs, watching as the bulbs hang on to its dear life of electricity. Then one of the lamps next to the couch start flickering as well. Slow and rhythmic.

The sadness does go away, but it makes Wayne feel the back of his neck hairs stand up.

—

Eddie drops his hand from the lights, stomping over to the phone. “Fuck this, now’s the chance.”

Will glances at him from where he’s crouching by the lights, still tired from being jostled awake so soon, “Eddie?”

He turns to him and says, “Little Byers the Vanished, how does one make a landline in the Vale of Shadows?”

“You, uh, just pick it up-”

Eddie does exactly that.

“Wait! It won’t even last-!”

—

The phone rings with a shrill.

Wayne snaps his head over to it. He’s breathing slowly, watching the landline like it’s his childhood spider.

The atmosphere in his trailer feels suddenly colder. As if there are ghosts present. Waiting.

The phone rings and rings until it gets to voicemail, his gruff message for the last decade. “You’ve reached the Munsons. Leave a message after the beep.”

There’s nothing after the beep.

Wayne looks at the lights again. The ceiling light has stopped but ones over the kitchen and door are flickering this time.

The phone rings again.

He stands up slowly, walking over to the phone. It rings louder to his ears now. He tries to ignore the sudden sense of a presence behind and beside him as he picks the phone up and holds it to his ear.

He hears static as if the caller has a bad connection.

He clears his throat and speaks, “Wayne Munson speakin’.”

The static crackles with some kind of harsh breathing. It’s loud to make Wayne cringe away and hang up-

“..Wayne..”

He freezes. The anxiety vanishes in an instant. “..Eddie?” He chokes out.

“..Wayne!”

“Oh my lord…” Wayne clutches the phone closer. “You’re alive, right? Eddie! Tell me where are you!”

“..I’m-”

The phone bursts into literal shock. He drops it with a yell and it clatters to the ground, dead.

That was him. That was Eddie’s voice.

Breathing raggedly, Wayne’s gaze snaps up to the lamps flashing maniacally. The air around him feels desperate and sinks down upon him. Anxiety comes back as quick as it comes, squashing on the brief spot of hope he felt.

“Nah, fuck this.” He mutters as he swipes his keys and runs out of the door. He can’t deal with more ghosts at this hour.

—

“Nonono—NO!”

Eddie slams his hands against the lights too hard. The pulsing glass bulbs nearly crack under the pressure.

None of it stops the sound of the truck engine starting.

“Wayne, it’s me! Can’t you hear me?!” Eddie’s throat is already dry from screaming, but he doesn’t care about it. “UNCLE WAYNE! JUST STOP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

He runs outside to the ever barren yard. He tries not to think about Wayne leaving just like how his dad did in his very last visit. How he had tried to chase after his dad’s car until Wayne stopped him. How he had been a crying mess while Wayne told him that both of them will stay together from now on.

“WAYNE, PLEASE! YOU PROMISED TO STAY!”

The truck drives away, farther and farther. If Eddie can catch him-

His lungs constrict themselves again. He stumbles, scraping his knees and palms on the ground. He coughs, gulping in too many shaky breaths that almost tastes like glass shards. He calls out-

“Come back! Come back!”

It comes out as a hoarse whisper.

His throat hurts.

The truck disappears. The sounds of the trailers’ muted everyday life and his own painful wheezing replace it.

Eddie is vaguely aware of Will shuffling up next to him and wrapping his arms around his shaking shoulders.

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#hellfire club: oh man Eddie’s an asshole for ditching us #Jeff: YOU are all assholes for talking shit about him #eddie: (getting old traumas resurfacing at an usually bad moment in an alternate dimension with a child stuck to his side) this is fine :)#narration: he is not fine and it Gets Worse #yeah space oddity is on the nose for that bit but shhh #eddie and will in the upside down au #the party #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #will byers #stranger things #klaus writes

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recurring-polynya · 2 months

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Writing/Art Update 2.27.2024

I met all three of my goals for last week, which is good, I guess. Number one was to stop being manic about my stupid fanfic, which I did, but I half-regret, because maybe I would be done by now, if I had just shot the anxiety curl, but that's neither here nor there, I suppose. I did finish Chapter 9a, and sent Chapters 7 and 8 to the beta, which were the other things I said I wanted to do. I, in fact, managed to make a dent in Chapter 9c, as well (Chapter 9b is like a little interlude thing, which may or may not get subsumed into Chapter 9c, depending on how long it comes out)

I am so close to being done, and I feel like it ought to be easy to push it over the finish line, but it hasn't. I've been feeling pretty down on it for the last few days. I'm not super-happy with the way the last few chapters have been turning out, but on the other hand, I'm not sure I have any way to make them better. I think a lot of it may just be that I have been working on this fanfic for so long that I'm kinda sick of it. :\

I took a little bit of a break today--I finished a book I was reading, and I made sort of a rough draft version of a banner, mostly because I'm still trying to nail down the title from a couple of different variations, and I was hoping that seeing it visually would be helpful. Based on that, the current frontrunner is Damage History (the other two options are Past Damage and Prior Damage, please feel free to tell me if you have any opinions).

I just did the math and apparently I crossed the six figure mark this week: the thing currently stands at 100,731 words (+7,004 for last week...really? How did I manage that???) I have two and a half scenes left to go, one of which is supposed to be short and one of which is the epilogue. There's also at least one scene that I'll probably try to rewrite a bit, I dunno. I guess the goal for next week is to finish the thing??? All of this feels extremely unreal.

Anyway, you've all been incredibly patient with me, so here's another preview. This is from one of the flashbacks in Chapter 2, and if it seems vaguely familiar, it's because it's one of the parts that got spun out of the old Renji-breaks-an-arm story.

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Much like Kitajima himself, the shop had looked a lot better the last time Renji had seen it. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere. Most of the shelves were half-empty.

"Take off your shirt," Kitajima instructed, dragging out a stool for Renji to sit on.

"All the damage is below the elbow," Renji said quietly.

"Oh, look who's a medic now," the old man burbled.

Renji took off his shirt.

Kitajima pressed one of his clammy hands in the space between Renji's shoulder blades. A cold, nasty feeling bled down Renji's arm. He wanted to vomit. After a few moments, Kitajima felt his way down Renji's arm, squeezing at his flesh and shooting painful little sparks into his nerves. When the old rat snake got past the elbow, his fingers pressed against the end of the broken bone and Renji nearly passed out.

"Hey! You're hurting him!" Rukia barked, bracing her entire weight against Renji's shoulder in an attempt to keep him upright.

Kitajima ignored her.

It wasn't pain, not exactly. Well. It was painful, but it was more like Renji's body was burning through all of his energy as quickly as possible. It felt like dying.

Kitajima finished his palpitations, then fetched something from one of his dusty jars. "Eat this," he said, pressing it into Renji's hand.

Renji remembered these things all too well. He'd eaten a lot of them during the period when he was working for Kitajima. It was a pill made up of mashed rice and various dried roots and seeds. They weren't the tastiest thing in the world, but they packed a lot of energy and they lasted forever. He bit into it gingerly.

“As I told you the last time you were here,” the old man growled, “you have the demon magic in you. The shinigami use it to cast spells, but also to push their bodies past what is normally possible. Like a fool, you have done this without proper training. You have broken and healed yourself simultaneously, but with no skill, and you have made a hash of it.”

“I wasn’t trying,” Renji excused.

“Can you repair it?” Rukia pressed.

“I can rebreak it,” Kitajima replied.

#writing update #art update

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magniloquent-raven · 2 years

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i’ve read it a few times already but!!!! billy blowing eddie for drugs when he’s low on cash. the first time billy offers eddies taken aback cuz “dude, you really don’t have to do that.” and billy’s just like “your loss, dungeon master.” and ofc then eddies just like “oh what the hell get back here.” and then it just. becomes a thing???? when billy doesn’t have the cash he’ll just wordlessly sink to his knees and start unbuckling eddies belt.

it's canon and no one can tell me otherwise. billy would 100% do that.

kinda wonder if eddie would like...know that billy's family is on the low end of working class. now that im thinking about it. seems like something billy wouldnt broadcast, like, he keeps his car looking nice & he doesnt wear ratty clothes in public & it's not like he's super keen to invite people to his house. so eddie sees this guy who's on the basketball team, hanging out with all the same privileged assholes steve used to hang out with, upper middle class dickheads who buy eddie's shit but sneer at his torn jeans and the busted zipper on his jacket. and eddie makes assumptions about billy. so billy gets charged the same marked up price as the rest of his asshole teammates. and eddie knows billy knows he's getting fucked over, the "are you fucking kidding me" look on his face the first time eddie told him how much he was charging was fucking priceless. but what was even better was his helpless frustration when eddie reminded him that he didnt really have any other options. so he could pay up or get lost. maybe eddie relished it a bit too much but he saw what billy did to harrington's face, alright, he knows billy isnt a nice person, he could probably stand to be taken down a peg or two.

but it's only a fun little power trip for a couple months. cuz one day billy comes to him with an odd, determined look on his face, flushed and unsteady with an unfocused glaze over his bright eyes. drunk, by the looks of it. in the middle of the day. he gets up in eddie's space, prods his chest with two fingers. and tells him he's been dipping into his savings for this. for eddie's shitty overpriced weed. and he can't do it anymore. but he can pay with other things.

which is a lot of things to process at once. especially when billy immediately goes for his belt and eddie's brain shuts down entirely.

billy's cold knuckles brush the soft skin below his belly button and he stutters back to life, grabbing billy's wrist and stopping him with a few gentle tugs.

he lets billy crash at his place to sleep it off. he's pretty when he's not putting up a front, but he drools, and it gets all over eddie's pillowcase.

eddie spends the rest of the day half-paying attention to the world around him. he fully expects billy to be gone when he gets back home, and he's prepared to get aggressively ignored whenever they're in proximity at school.

billy is not gone.

billy is sullen. and standoffish. but he's stayed. he made eddie's bed.

and. hell, he's kinda pretty when he's awake too.

so. it's a thing. billy blows him when his paychecks don't survive stocking up on smokes and keeping the camaro polished and neil charging rent. which seems to happen a lot. eddie wonders, guiltily, how much of billy's savings he took.

but then he starts to notice. things. like the clear outline in billy's back pocket right before he drops to his knees and claims he forgot his wallet. and the decidedly not empty baggie of pot in the camaro's glove box when he checks it for a condom. and the fact that billy lingers now. he never used to. he'd blow eddie like his life depended on it and then run the second eddie handed over the merchandise.

they start to smoke together. talk a little. while billy lingers. and one day eddie's brave enough to do what he's been wanting to since the first time billy touched him. when they finally come up for air, eddie still reeling from the taste of his own release on billy's tongue, billy drops ducks his head. almost shyly.

it's fucking cute.

it's less cute when he punches eddie's shoulder. "took you long enough."

#mungrove #mungrove headcanon #TY!!!! for this and the other ask i will get to that one soon 👀#💕💕💕#eddie could walk in on billy literally rolling in money and billy would still be like #''oh nooo. i have no choice but to suck your dick. i guess i will......if i have to......''#a raven's writing desk

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terraliensvent · 2 months

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You seem like a really non-biased and heartfelt person running this blog. I appreciate your honesty with every reply, it’s very commendable.

My time in the terra server has been confusing to say the least. I thoroughly enjoy it, and yet at least once a day something that strikes as off putting will happen. I am not one to vent, nor post on blogs like this, but, with the trial mods out there’s something on my mind that I just can no longer hold within. I am beyond, overly uncomfortable with Xiao being a trial mod.

This make strike weirdly, but I don’t seem them as a face, nor representative of how Terras should be. They are cold, unemotional, biased, and overall picky. They ignore you when they feel like it (and, apologies if I am misgendering, I do not know their pronouns at the time), and only talk to their friends; the staff, or anyone with “good art”.

It sucks? Because, I wanted to be their friend and they ultimately shoved me away. Maybe I am a little petty, but I just do not find their presence as a trial mod welcoming. It honestly makes me feel a little, no, very afraid to talk.

So, I’d like to know your opinion? On Xiao? What should I do? Can I even do anything??

i really appreciate the kind words anon, i try my best to give my genuine viewpoints, as i think a lot of owners of blogs like these can be too disconnected from their topic and it feels out of touch imo

on to the topic at hamd

i dont interact much in the server on a personal level anymore after the whole blowout with architechals, but what i will say is that i am never really too fond of the picks for staff

i wanna use bear and pokii as an example, since during that situation in the callout thread, they were incredibly heinous toward former mod milo (who i actually really liked, they were super down to earth and friendly), and that combined with the behavior exhibited by bear toward ponyzilla, like how can you clearly copy a design you offered on in the past and act like theres no similarity whatsoever

anyways

i dont know much about xiao (besides the fact i have them blocked lol, i guess they annoyed me at some point) but if your character assessment is true to your experience then i think thats pretty on par with how terra staff is in general. cliquey, disconnected, and cold unless youre someone they want to be associated with for clout.

for you specifically anon, id say keep talking how you want to, xiao seems like a person who really isnt the best to be friends with in your case, and if you find yourself being cut off or talked over or pushed aside by them in the public chat, i would politely but sternly point it out. people really love to ignore stuff like that in terras because you arent one of the elite staff members who everyone wants to talk to, but you deserve respect as well.

so in short, maybe stop trying to be friends with xiao and focus more on the friendships youre already cultivating, and dont be afraid to stick up for yourself if you feel yourself being pushed away from public spaces. terras has a lot of mob mentality and often will let things slide in fear of rocking the boat. if you feel yourself being unwelcomed by a member of staff, stand your ground and collect screenshots. if you get brushed aside, it just helps you build more of a case in the event that it becomes too overwhelming to even be in the same spaces as them

#closed species vent #terralien #closed species #terraliens #vent

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sandwichrin · 2 years

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 36)

Chapter 36 - Sur-reality Word count: 4.6k words Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hi! Here you go, chapter 36! let’s get the ship drama sailingggg~

Y/n’s Apartment Block (Night time)

It was around 7pm-ish that you finally got back from having dinner with Soomin. Your visit on your Treasure friends didn’t last long that afternoon, especially since you noticed that Junkyu didn’t even say a word towards you the whole time you were there. The rest of the Haenam crew too, didn’t interact with you much so you assumed they were all just super tired from their trip—as if you weren’t just as tired though.

You admit, you were slightly taken aback by Junkyu’s act of ignorance. Not that you have that much of a reason to be pissed at him. It’s not like you’re his girlfriend, right?

You stopped in your tracks. You were standing right in front of the elevator in the lobby now.

You let out a sigh as you entered the opening doors, letting it shut slowly as you stared into space.

The both of you like each other, you and Junkyu. You both had several good times together in Haenam. Well, before that too of course.

But today…Junkyu was just being ice cold to you. What got into him?

He likes you, you like him. Nay, you’re both in love with each other. A stronger feeling towards each other—that’s what it is. But you both aren’t boyfriend or girlfriend.

Then what are we?

Just casually dating one another?

Friends who are in love with each other?

You stepped out of the elevator once it arrived on your floor, your thoughts still running wild on your status with Junkyu.

You let out a tiny gasp just as a random thought popped into your head.

What if…what if Junkyu was just treating you as a casualty?

You shook your head at the thought. That can’t be it, right? Junkyu doesn’t seem to be the type to fool around with girls…right?

Taking in a deep breath, you try to distract yourself from that tall friend of yours.

Alas—your thoughts on him went back into the back of your head as soon as you see a familiar figure standing outside your front door as you got closer to your home.

“Junkyu?” you asked, afraid that your eyes might be fooling you.

The tall, fair-skinned guy turned his head towards you, previously looking down at the phone in his hand.

His dark brown, bright orbs stared into yours as he watches you slowly approaching him now.

“What are you doing here?” You asked again.

“I just wanted to see you,” he shrugs, his spongey voice a little deeper from his serious tone.

“O-oh,”

You blinked several times, wondering what made him come all the way to your place.

“Are you just gonna stand there and not invite me in?” He asked this time, startling you from your thoughts.

“A-ah! Right! I uh, hold on, I’ll key in the passcode,” you stuttered now as you frantically head towards the pinned lock beside your front door.

You had your back facing Junkyu so while you were clumsily unlocking your front gate and door, you couldn’t see Junkyu trying to hold onto his smile as he watches you panic on your own.

And as soon as you entered your house, you hurriedly move aside to let Junkyu enter after you.

Junkyu was back to being expressionless the moment the both of you were facing each other again.

You don’t know why, but Junkyu acting all quiet and distant was somehow making you feel awkward.

What’s gotten into this guy? Why is he all cold today?? Geez, no one told you that a snowstorm was waiting for you when you got back from Haenam.

“Uhh, come, let’s sit in the living room,” you said as you led him there, even though you’re pretty sure he knows where your living room is; given that he’s been here before and the fact that it was obvious your living room was directly facing your front door’s entrance area.

You placed your bag onto the sofa in your living room, with Junkyu following behind you.

As soon as you turned back to face him, he was looking elsewhere.

You let out a sigh. Well damn, fine, you’ll do the talking then.

“I’ll get you something to drink,”

“So it’s just like that?” his voice stopped you before you could head towards the kitchen.

“What?” you asked, barely whispering since you were confused as f*ck on what he was talking about.

“So it’s just like that…? No hugs? No…’I missed you’, ‘How are you doing?’, or ‘Junkyu you look good today’?”

You were fully facing him now. His eyes stayed looking at his feet as he spoke.

“Huh. It’s like you forgot who you like over a day of being away from me. What, did you fall in love with Junghwan after he hugged you today?”, he continued bitterly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

You fold your arms across your chest, your lips pursing after listening to what he said.

Junkyu pouts at your lack of response towards him now so he decided to look up at you just to see if you were even looking at him while he was talking.

He was surprised to see you pursing your lips, a half-smile slowly forming on your face.

“Y-yah. I was being serious, why do you look like you’re about to laugh at what I said?”

This time, you smiled at him. Junkyu felt his heart flutter at seeing your pretty smile; like how it always does.

“Oh Junkyu,” you said as you shake your head at the confused, pouting guy.

“W-what? I’m mad at you, if you don’t notice by the way,” he added, though he was already a little flustered from your reaction.

You let out another sigh, this time your smile still on your face. You approached him immediately-- wraping your arms around his waist, and then resting the side of your head against his chest.

This time you could hear his heart beating fast.

“Y-yah. What are you d-doing?”

Junkyu was too stunned by your action, confused as well on why you were suddenly hugging him—not that he hated it though, it just caught him off guard.

“I miss you,” you said softly, making Junkyu’s ears heat up from your words of affection.

“How are you doing…?” you asked him. Slowly releasing your arms from him, you lift your head to look at him in the eye—keeping eye contact with him for a good 2 seconds before saying; “You look good today, Junkyu-aa,”

Junkyu was blushing hard from embarrassment and from how you were staring at him intently with your pretty brown eyes. You were repeating what he was complaining about.

He wanted you to say all these to him but the moment you did everything; all at once—he realised he couldn’t handle it. It was too much for him. You were making him insanely nervous from all the affection you’re giving him.

“Hm? I thought you wanted me to say all these?” you teased as you noticed him tensing up in front of you.

“Stop that! You’re just making fun of me!” He whined now; his cheeks still pink from your teasing. His eyes averted yours, not wanting you to charm him any further.

You took a step back from him, giving him his personal space back as you giggled, “Oh Junkyu. I didn’t know you’d be the jealous type,”

“I’m not jealous! I was just…” his voice faded. He looked to the side now, not knowing how to explain what he was feeling.

“Ahuh, sure,” you fold your arms against your chest, still smiling.

“You know, if you hadn’t come over acting all jealous like this…I would’ve had a change of heart from how cold you treated me today,” you continued.

This made Junkyu’s head snap back in your direction. “What? Why, is there someone else you like too? Is it Hyunsuk-hyung? No, wait--,” he gasped out loud, “ARE YOU REALLY CONSIDERING ON FALLING FOR JUNGHWAN INSTEAD OF ME NOW?”

Hearing Junkyu’s voice raising and seeing his nostrils flare from his ‘not jealous’ mode made you burst out laughing.

Junkyu was even more confused now that you’re laughing out loud at what he said. Was he a joke to you??? He didn’t say anything funny, did he??

“Junkyu, stop it!” you laughed. Your hand reached out to grab his, and you intertwine your fingers with him. “I like you, of course I do. In fact, I’m in love with you, you know that,”

“Hmph. Sure.” He said sulkily.

“I’m serious! Oh gosh, you’re really funny,” you giggled. “Stop being jealous of Junghwan, you know I care about him. He’s like my baby brother,”

Junkyu pulls his hand away from your hold. “Sure, as for now. Next thing—you’ll be crushing on his broad shoulders and veiny arms,”

You rolled eyes at him. “Kim Junkyu, look at me.”

Junkyu looks at your face again now, you’re no longer laughing or giggling like before.

“Have faith in me, in us. I like you, and you like me. Besides…” you tapped one side of his shoulder. “These shoulders are broad enough to my liking—so stop being jealous over anyone in your group, please?”

Junkyu pouts at you. Great now you’re making him promise not to be jealous over his friends. Okay but he could try…

“Fine, I promise,” he surrendered to your pleading eyes.

This made you smile again at him. “Okay there you go! Now, can we get over this sappy drama and get some drinks from the kitchen? I’m thirsty now,”

“Okay,” Junkyu nods at your idea. He followed you into your kitchen, slowly a smile formed on his lips. He was glad he decided to meet you up after work. At least he knows that you still liked him. In fact, he was hoping for you to like him and only him for a long, long time.

Treasure’s Dorm #1 (Hyunsuk, Yoshi, Haruto and Junkyu)

After spending a good whole two hours at your place, Junkyu figured that his dormmates might be looking for him if he went out too long, so after spending some cuddling session with you as you both watched your TV and making commentaries throughout the film, Junkyu heavy-heartedly wished you good night and returned to his dorm which was 10 floors above yours.

Though he was sad he had to part with you—in which he wished he could spend more time with you; he reached his dorm with his heart feeling warm and fuzzy from being close with you all over again.

Junkyu entered his dorm, taking off his shoes and entering the living room when he saw Yoshi and Hyunsuk sitting on the floor.

It seems like Hyunsuk was working on a new Lego project, and Yoshi was helping him out.

“Oh? Welcome back, Junkyu!” Yoshi greeted him as he looked up from the pieces of lego on the floor.

Hyunsuk too, lifts his head to look at his friend that just got home.

“Oh? You’re home. Where were you?” the leader asked.

“Oh…nowhere…I uh, was just hanging at a friend’s,” Junkyu shrugged. He didn’t know why he lied. He could’ve just said he was over at your place, right?

But knowing how Hyunsuk feels about you, he felt like it wasn’t his place to hurt his own friend’s feelings.

“Ahh I see. Hey! Wanna see the new Lego build collection I bought? It’s crazy cool!” Hyunsuk said excitedly now.

“Uhh no thanks. I uh, I’m just gonna head to my room,” with that Junkyu bowed slightly towards his hyungs after he answered them swiftly.

He immediately left them, leaving them both confused with his response.

“Huh, he’s probably just tired,” Yoshi shrugs. “Quick, hyung! Hand me over that piece,”

“Maybe…” Hyunsuk wondered aloud as he hands over the piece Yoshi wanted. “Hey…who do you think was the person Junkyu hung out with, though?”

“I’m not sure either, hyung. Though it’s rare to see him hanging over at someone’s place—especially he’s the toughest person to leave his own room,”

The next day.

You got into work the next day, all ready to receive tasks and just literally mull yourself over the piled-up paperwork on your desk.

A sigh escaped your lips as soon as you placed your bag on the edge of your desk—your hand pushing the heavy pile of files towards the other end of the table.

I’ve already switched positions, haven’t I? why are they still shoving these paperwork stuff onto your table though? Do they not have any other staff to help them out?

And to think you’ve been working in your new team for a month now. Sure, words spread fast about you being the only staff who was underqualified for your job but news about you being in a new team hasn’t been spread? Just how does news spread around here??

You shake your head as you pulled out the thin folder on top the paperwork pile on the left side of your desk now.

Some presentation notes that needed proofreading. Pfft. They could’ve done this themselves, no? You wouldn’t be complaining if it was still your job to handle all the paperwork for other staff like before, but now, you have other things to do.

You’re in the Comms’ Team! Your leader is Soomin! You should be handling matters regarding your company’s clients, not check on everyone else’s work like as if you’re their class teacher.

But then, as your mind nagged about all this, your hand still worked on the paper, underlining mistakes and writing down comments and corrections.

You were working pretty diligently too despite not wanting to do what you weren’t meant to do. In fact, you were working so hard at getting rid of the tall pile on your desk, you didn’t realise Soomin standing beside your chair, watching you for some time now.

You huffed out a heavy breath as you placed the completed paper on the rest of the completed pile on your right, your hand already getting ready to grab another one from your left when a voice startled you.

“Oh gosh, just how much longer do I have to wait for you notice me standing right here??” You heard Soomin groan, making you stop your movements.

“S-Soomin-unnie!”

“That’s right. Now you notice me,”

You smiled apologetically towards her. “I’m sorry, I was just so focused on getting these loads done—”

“What are those anyways? I don’t remember assigning anything to you yet,” her hand probed around the papers on your desk.

“Oh, uh, these are the materials and files I uh, usually proofread for the other staff before they use it,” you responded, your cheeks heating up as you realised once again that you should have reported yourself to Soomin first, asking her if she had any work up for you before you get to working on your own delayed tasks.

“Uhm I don’t think you should be doing it anymore,”

“What? No, no. I mean, I don’t think I do…but with me joining your team, who’s gonna work on these files then?”

“Duhh, they can just do it on their own. You’re not their backup system anymore, Y/n! Now come, head on over to my desk so I can assign you to something you’re supposed to be doing,”

“Ah, but—”

“Let’s go, let’s go,” Soomin insisted as she grabbed your wrist to help you out of your seat. You followed suit behind her soon, heading towards her desk not too far from yours.

“Oh and y/n, don’t worry about those pile on your desk. I’ll send out a memo to everyone to have them collect their files back. That’s not your job anymore, get it?” you heard your leader say in front of you, her voice firm and clear.

“O-okay, Soomin-ssi.”

PEWA Groups (Meeting Room 1 / a while later)

“Okay so now that we’re clear on the clients you’ll be in charge of contacting for our next Comms Team merge workshop, I have another job for you,” Soomin said as she opened the door to the meeting room she had led you to, letting you enter first before her.

You complied and entered the room, her closing the door behind the both of you not long after.

You turned around to face her, wondering why she had brought you to the meeting room, when instead she could have just told you what your next task would be at her desk like before.

“You ready to hear this next task? Or is the first one too much already? I mean, I really don’t want to burden you too much,” Soomin asked, genuinely worried if she was putting too much on your shoulders when you just got back from a bad incident last week.

“I think I’ll be fine, unnie,” you smiled at her. “It’s okay, just tell me what it is,”

“Alrighty then. Here goes,” she takes a deep breath before continuing, “So I’ve kind of discussed this with Mr Bae and I think he was sort of worried if I gave this task to you—but! I’ll just run it by you quickly to see if you’re up for it, okay?”

You nod at her, curiosity increasing now that you notice your team leader looking nervous, as if she was gonna hand over to you a life-death task.

“Okay so uh, you know how you used to help tutor or should I say train some of our older staff back then? Yeah okay so since you’re in my team now, I wanted you to be in charge of our interns now—so you know, guide them, train them to do tasks alongside with you—”

“Oh, I didn’t know we take in interns? Huh, I must’ve missed out on this throughout the time I worked here,” you wondered aloud.

“Oh no! No, no. We only recently took in interns. In fact, we only have one so far…as of now,” she smiled nervously. “It’s sort of a new thing I suggested for our company, and since I was the one whom suggested it, Mr Bae thought it’s best if our team handles the new internship program we have,”

“Aww! That’s nice! That’s so nice of you unnie! You suggested for an internship program for our company,” you said in awe, feeling proud of your leader.

“Ahuh, yup, and well? Would you mind being in charge of the intern this time around?”

“Aw hey, no problem! You know I don’t mind. Besides, I’m pretty sure you have plenty on your plate too,” you extend your arm to pat your leader on her shoulder, assuring her that asking for your help was no biggie at all. In fact, if anything, your leader was the one who had helped you most especially after the incident you had at YGE.

“Whew, that’s a relief,” Soomin huffed out as she smiles at you. “Since you’ve agreed, I think your intern will be very happy too,”

“Yeah? Do I know—”

Your words hung in the air when you felt a pair of hands covering your eyes from behind you.

“Yay, Y/n! I’m so glad you agreed to be my supervisor!” the familiar voice said as you felt his presence standing closely behind you now.

Treasure and Y/n’s Apartment Block (Night time)

Dorm #1

“Ayyyy we’re here! Bring out the hot stuff!” Jihoon exclaims as he entered through the front door along with his dorm members tagging behind him, all making loud noises as well.

Haruto shook his head as he watches his friends enter his dorm as if they were entering a party.

“Aigoo, what are you all being so loud for Jihoon-aa,” Hyunsuk nags at them all as soon as they all gathered in the living room.

“And why are you wearing shades in the house at night??” Hyunsuk pointed out when he noticed Jihoon wearing the sunglasses above his nose.

Haruto and Yoshi giggled when they noticed this too.

Jihoon takes off his shades and tosses it at Jeongwoo beside him, making the younger boy failing to catch it in time, the sunglasses falling to the floor.

Mashiho sighs as he watches the scene in front of him. “I’m just saying this—I have no idea why Jihoon-hyung is behaving this way today. He’s been acting weird ever since he got back from Haenam to be honest,”

“Hey hey—don’t disobey me. You’re part of my crew here,” Jihoon points at Mashiho.

Mashiho smirks and shrugs at his hyung.

“Huh, must be the Haenam air huh? Junkyu-hyung and Hyunsuk-hyung has been acting strange too lately,” Haruto points out, his arms crossed now.

“H-hey! I wasn’t acting weird!” Hyunsuk responds.

“No offense hyung but you stare into space a lot lately,” Yoshi said, adding to what Haruto has said regarding Hyunsuk.

Jihoon frowns at this. This was why he wanted to visit his hyung tonight. He had notice Hyunsuk being solemn ever since he’s seen you and Junkyu at that stupid potato field. Stupid potato field that they shouldn’t have gone to in the first place; he thought. He wanted to make sure his hyung was coping with his heartbreak fine, but clearly Hyunsuk hasn’t been okay. Even during practice, he seemed quiet and distant with them all.

“O-okay but I’m just tired from the trip that’s all. You kids shouldn’t worry about me too much,” Hyunsuk said to them, not wanting to burden his dongsaengs.

Jihoon lets out a sigh. “Sure, hyung. You’re ‘okay’.”

“Oh wait, where’s Junkyu-hyung?” Doyoung asks, finally opening his mouth when he noticed there was one member missing in the dorm.

“Oh, right. Junkyu offered to take out the thrash just now.” Hyunsuk answered.

“Huh, that’s weird. He’s been gone for a while now,” Haruto said.

“Nah, maybe the thrash shoot has a problem and he had to throw it outside the block,”

“What? No way. I just took out our thrash before we came over here. The thrash shoot on our floor is fine,” Doyoung chuckled at what Haruto said.

Hyunsuk furrowed his eyebrows. “What? He couldn’t have gotten lost, could he?? He’s done this plenty times.”

“Maybe he stopped by at the other dorm?” Mashiho assumes, noticing everyone looking worried in the living room. “He might have gone to visit Yedam and the rest, no?”

“Huh, maybe…”

“Ookay, let’s just heat up our dinner, shall we?” Yoshi suggested, making everyone turn their attention to him.

“Sure,” Hyunsuk smiled, although he couldn’t help but really wonder where his other introverted friend had gone to.

Treasure and Y/n’s Apartment Block (Night time)

“Junkyu stop! I told you not to feed them again,” you whined for the third time. You were busy tending to a few cats on your own too and you couldn’t seem to stop Junkyu from over-feeding the rest that were with him.

Junkyu had initially left his dorm to throw their thrash out but he also kinda knew that it was the time you would usually go down to the main trash container outside their block to feed the stray cats there. You had told him so during one of your chats with him some time ago.

He was supposed to just throw his dorm’s thrash down the shoot on their floor but noooo he wanted to try his luck to see if he could bump into you.

And he was delighted that when he had approached the main trash container, you were crouched on the ground, softly talking to the cats and pouring out foods for them in small metal bowls lined up in front of you.

And here you both are—15 minutes later, both feeding the cats and making small talk as if you both haven’t seen each other the day before or as if you both hadn’t texted each other all day at all.

Junkyu looked up from the cats that were munching on the extra food he had given them, smiling his cute gummy smile at you. “I can’t help it, they’re so adorable!”

“Yes, but we don’t want them to over-eat and get sick too,” you nagged at him, to which he responded with a pout.

You shook your head, hating the fact that whenever he pouts at you, you would instantly stop nagging—only because you wanted to pinch his cheeks instead.

“Hey…have you had dinner?” you asked, now that your feeding session was done; with Junkyu’s help of course.

“Not yet. Jihoon-hyung said he was gonna bring food over so maybe I’ll eat with them later,”

“That’s nice,” you smiled.

“What’s next?” Junkyu asked, now that he was already standing on his feet.

You too, got up to stand as well.

“That’s it, really. We just feed them and then I’ll gather the bowls so I can bring them up to wash at my place,”

“Oh? Are you gonna head back now?”

“Yeah…I guess…” you answered him.

Junkyu lets out a soft sigh. He stepped up closer to you, his height looming over you. “I wish I could spend more time with you…” he said softly.

You giggled at this. “Gosh Junkyu, you make it seem like we’re in a long-distanced relationship,”

“But we are!” he groaned out loud. “We barely can go out and have normal dates, we can’t hold hands in public, we can’t even ki—” he stopped himself, his hand covering his mouth before he could complain any further.

He felt his cheeks and ears heating up. Did you hear him?? He almost said the word kiss.

The both of you haven’t had your first kiss with each other and here he was whining about it as if he had missed out on your kisses all this while.

When he finally locked eyes with you, he noticed you looking at him awkwardly, your body stiff and not moving. Damn it. You must have heard him.

Damn it, Y/n must think of me as a perv now; he groaned to himself.

What he doesn’t know is that, you were blushing to yourself too. You could tell that he had wanted to say the word ‘kiss’, and that made you shy because it reminded you of the time he had confessed to you and how close you both were to kissing each other—that was until you laughed in his face of course.

You pulled yourself out of your trance, clearing your throat and trying to think of a way to change the subject because obviously you couldn’t stand like a statue out in this chilly weather any longer.

“W-well, that’s it then. We just h-have to plan out a proper date then next time. So we can have more time together,” you stammered bravely, mentally noting that this probably sounds like you’re asking him out on date.

Junkyu nods his head profusely, his cheeks red but at the same time his heart beating fast from hearing you asking him out.

The both of you exchanged shy gazes, slowly smiling at each other.

“Wanna head up now?” he asked you softly, holding his hand out for you to hold.

“Okay,” you nod, your smile still beaming.

You were this close to grabbing his hand in yours when you heard a familiar voice making you freeze in your stance.

“Junkyu-hyung? Heyy hyung-aa! Are you out here??” the voice yelled from afar.

“Oh? Isn’t that Doyoung?” you asked, only noticing that Junkyu was already hiding behind one of the trash containers, completely out of plain sight—unless anyone was standing in the spot you were at.

“Junkyu?” you turned around to call out to him, confused as to why he was hiding.

“Oh? Y/n?? Is that you?” Doyoung’s voice appeared not far behind you now, startling you and making you drop the metal bowls in your hand to the concrete ground.

To be continued…

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Storm Clouds of Trust

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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“Bucky, Thor,” I whispered into the earpiece. “I’m headed inside the building.” I said breaking in through a half-open window. We were on a mission to find the last reminisce of a super soldier serum. While Bucky and Thor were fighting the soldiers and security team outside, I found a way inside. My powers didn’t come from serum and an arm, and it wasn’t given to me through a family of gods. I was born into my powers, but not like a cool and fun power. I could go invisible, which came in handy, but it meant that I had to train harder to become invisible and fight simultaneously. A skill I learned with the help of the Odinson brothers. While Loki was a trickster and can shapeshift, Thor helped in the fighting realm. Yet, being married to Bucky Barnes kept him jealous of every time I trained and went on missions without him. I knew he was a big boy and could handle it, but it didn’t ease his mind knowing that Asgardian gods could sweep me off my feet so easily and persuade me. I was constantly telling him that it didn’t matter who they were. I only loved him. I had only loved him. I didn’t see anyone on and off the team in that regard. James was my one and only.

On missions, I had to ease my mind about personal relationships. I had to cut out everything that I’ve been feeling and focus on the job I was blessed with. Our marriage was not always like this. We love each other, but as time went on, we grew apart in the sense of his insecurities and jealousies. Late at night, I can hear him having a cold one with Sam and Steve talking about our relationship. Some hurtful things were said and for a week we slept apart. He would somehow make it up to me, but it still felt like it was half-ass and would happen again. I hated the way he made me feel now, as if I was good enough then, but not anymore. Not to him at least.

“I see the vial. I’m going to go for it.” I mentioned over the earpiece to Bucky and Thor. They mentioned being almost finished with the soldiers and would make their way to me soon. I crawl down into a space small enough for me to fit, cover my mouth with a cloth to ensure there wasn’t any gas, and sneak my way over to the glass container holding the vial. As soon as I grabbed the tiny glass container, a siren and lights went off. I quickly made my way back outside to safety. Ducking and fighting my way back. Although in the last minute of it all, I was knifed in my thigh. I went down in shock and in pain. The vial was securely attached to my body, but the man above me tried searching for it. The next thing I see is Bucky lunging for the man and nearly beating him to death. Completely ignoring the fact that I am hurt. He only saw me with the man, but not getting sliced. The next words out of his mouth completely shocked me overall.

“Even on missions, you just can’t keep your hands to yourself. Honestly, Y/N, whether it is someone on the team or off the team you can’t keep from whoring around.” Bucky spat. Thor came running up to us, noticing my condition. He gently picked me up.

“James, this is not the appropriate time to be doing this. Can you not see that your wife is injured. Dare you to actually look at her as a human being and not something to loathe.” Thor angrily whispered. With his head hung low, Bucky followed us to the quinjet and on our way back to the compound.

The entire ride there, Thor bandaged me up. I didn’t dare look over at James. I don’t care how awful he felt for saying those things to me. He shouldn’t have said anything at all out of speculation.

“Doll, please look at me.” He said trying to hold my hand.

“I don’t know what you expect me to say after your comment back there. It was insanely hurtful and wrong of you. Not once have I ever cheated on you, James. You are my husband whom I love. I wouldn’t do that to you. But before you put blame on someone else, look in the mirror first at your own faults. I knew the man I married, I don’t know the man that stands before me.” With that, I walked off the ship and into the Avenger’s Compound Infirmary. Some storms just overcloud and completely destroy what is in their paths.

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The house peter grew up in- HEY how'd you get an almsot perfect description of my house, very rude haha

I love the vibes being with may and Ben give off. Makes me wish I had that with my family

I am proud of Peter for trying to understand his boundaries when it comes to wade but also I'm sure wade is super worried about the cold shoulder he's receiving all of a sudden

Honestly? Getting on track after the bite and ignoring the fact he has a job? Peak peter but also peak mental wellness let's be real

Wade saying peter hadn't been home in days I 😭 don't be too prideful and just move in Peter you stubborn idiot

Peter vaulting down the staircase 😍

Poor peter making a mess for himself and everyone around him.

I need me a wade to cuddle me and listen to my woes

And also to be my sugar daddy

You'll want your own space eventually. Sounds false. LMAO

I know it's a right of passage for every spideypool but as always ready to throw hands for wades self esteem issues

More beauty and the beast 😍

Hunky violent and gives books. That's the way 💦

BUGGY TYPES

Honestly there's a lack of peter clinging to wade with his sticky fingers and it needs to be remedied. Doesn't even have to be sexual

A brat in every universe

I love literally everything about that scene with Ben and May. And the whole 'super small house that never felt suffocating until now' thing was like... you know in LAL when both Tony and his family realize "oh he's not the same person anymore, he's grown up and that's sad" ? The scene with the house and with Peter's family was meant to be that sort of scene. Not only does our childhood home always feel smaller once we've moved out of the room and on with our lives, but specifically for Peter, he can't tease with them the way he used to, casual touches are suddenly super invasive, his favorite meal isn't enough anymore so he sort of hates it-- ITS SO SAD. How much he and his life and how he sees the world has changed and it's never been more obvious than when he tries to be normal with his family. So sad.

But YES to everything about Wade and peter being back together. Sticky fingers. Brat. Wade self esteem issues being banished by Peter honestly just finding them ludicrous. Oh and yeah I feel like Beast is one of the few Prince characters that don't get...worse... as we get older and realize the truth behind them. Cinderella's boy couldn't remember her face and offered a fucking shoe to every woman in the kingdom. Aurora and Snow White BOTH got kissed by boys who went "huh they sure are pretty and comatose and possibly dead, I should kiss them" Prince Eric fell in love with a voice, then fell in love with Ariel then ditched her and fell in love with another woman and almost got married all within a week.

But the Beast? Growly and muscly and saving us from wolves? Absolutely. Messy AF but keeps it to his room? Sure thing. All the food and clothes we could want? Yes. Professes his love by giving us a library?? CHACHING. He's been excellent since the beginning.

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twilight-orchid · 3 years

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How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO

tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.

Lucifer:

This man is petty as hell.

He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.

If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.

At RAD you’re a classmate.

Around the house you’re just a housemate.

His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.

If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.

However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.

He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.

But you’re different.

He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.

Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.

If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.

He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.

It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.

Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.

If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.

In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.

I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.

After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.

You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.

“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”

Mammon:

He’s so dramatic.

You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.

The theatrics are just a front though.

His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.

Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.

He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.

He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.

Internally he is going to be super hard on himself.

Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.

He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.

Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings?

That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask.

As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.

Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.

If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.

“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”

If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.

Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.

Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.

I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.

Leviathan:

Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.

Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.

He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.

He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.

Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?

Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.

Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.

It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.

He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.

Instead, expect a long ass text message.

He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.

If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.

Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.

He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.

So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.

Satan:

Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.

He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.

Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.

The aftermath isn’t much better.

He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.

He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.

He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.

For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.

For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.

Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you.

He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him.

He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.

Not just from you, but from everyone else too.

Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.

If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.

And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.

Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.

He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.

“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”

He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.

Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.

Asmodeus:

Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.

He can’t stand to have you ignore him.

He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.

“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”

His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.

If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.

There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.

But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.

If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.

If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.

“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”

Laying in bed alone is a different story though.

He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.

He 100% cries.

Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.

“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”

Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.

If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.

It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.

He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.

I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.

Beelzebub:

Wants to make up immediately.

He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.

Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.

He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.

If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.

He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.

You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.

Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.

He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.

Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.

He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions.

He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.

If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.

He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.

He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.

Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.

I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.

He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.

If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.

Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.

Belphegor:

The embodiment of if looks could kill.

He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.

If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.

Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.

He feels almost betrayed by the fight.

He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.

After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.

He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.

Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.

But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.

He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done.

He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.

Another thing to regret.

If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.

“You - what? Where are you going?”

It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.

“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”

No one will see him for awhile.

Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.

If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly.

Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again.

If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.

He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.

It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.

This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are. Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open!

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