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bluejaybytes · 1 month

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@snowshinobi Hiiiii :3 I'm responding to your tags on a new post and not the original since the original was already somewhat lengthy, and I plan on being LONG and RAMBLY, but I have sooo many thoughts on what you said and I'm going to say them. Also my browser crashed TWICE (TWO TIMES. 2) when trying to write this post so I'm really fighting for my life out here to get my silly little OC posts done. Also it's under the cut because it's looooong as hell LMAO

Firstly, you're so nice to me forever <3 Secondly, I think you've basically hit the nail on the head. The majority of the issues Maggie has coming back from death and her 9 years gone are really tied almost exclusively to her close family, because she... never really had anyone else. While in-universe it's only 9 years, realistically the jump in technology and culture is around ~20-30 years (Maggie died in the 90s/early 2000s essentially, and wakes up in a just barely futuristic city), but... the most jarring thing to her in terms of what she missed out on is just. Flipphones are no longer popular. Other than her family, she's only close with one other person... who just so happens to be a ghost, and therefore both 1. Wouldn't change much over the timespan due to how long she's been a ghost and 2. Unlike her family, was aware that something happened, since she could see the ghost-of-a-ghost Maggie left behind (The ghosts name is Opal, she positions herself as a sort of "guardian angel" figure, though she's not actually, and serves as just another parental figure for Maggie while also getting after the ghosts that constantly harass her to pass on messages to the living). Maggie has no real relationships outside of her family, and while her relationships with her family are massively impacted by her unknowing death, other than that... the timeskip itself doesn't weigh on her because she had no one regardless. Her struggle to adjust to everything thats happened would've happened regardless of the timeskip for her, because she was such an isolated shut-in that it's the same whether it happened the next day, or nearly a full decade later

So another very interesting thing is that you've actually completely seen where I was going with everything, in spite of everything I said being very surface level and not actually delving into the plot at all. I completely skimmed over Jenna (She's very important to the plot, but she's by in large a regular person as opposed to Maggie's... everything), but for some additional context, Jenna has a horrendously shitty homelife, so her moving in with Maggie is both a gradual process (It goes from spending time there, to spending nights, to eventually just never going back home and moving in fully), and also serves as an escape for her. Part of that is also, so vitally, the food aspect. For some additional additional context, souls essentially serve as a persons lifeforce, practically every bodily function is improved by a soul that's stronger, though the "strength" of a soul is essentially entirely random, and not dependent on the individuals actions of any kind. Maggie had a generally weird soul before (Seeing ghosts inherently means she has to have something going on with her soul), but when she wakes up after her death, her soul is now even weirder, and part of that is that it essentially lets her get away with bad habits she absolutely should be seeing more consequences for. She barely eats, and when she does, it's basically exclusively crackers and whatever other safe foods she has around the house, because actually making food is a level of care and effort she just... doesn't give to herself in the slightest. Part of Jenna staying with her is that Jenna, without really discussing it, entirely takes up the mantle of caretaker of the apartment, with the biggest task being food prep, Jenna sees Maggie's unwillingness to take care of herself and silently steps up and starts making her actual meals so she's eating properly.

The problem is is that this also kinda... just straight up sucks? Jenna doesn't think much of it, it's something that needed to be done so she's doing it, she wants Maggie to be well fed even if she won't do it herself, and she's already been responsible for making all of her own meals for years prior anyways, so it's just another thing she does. Except that's shitty! Maggie's seen firsthand how terrible her homelife is, and it really weighs on her how even in her escape from that, Jenna's still being put in a position where she feels like she must care for her or else she just won't eat properly. So food is such a massively important thing to both of them, it's this symbol of love for both of them, it's love on the part of Jenna, for stepping in and taking care of Maggie when she can't do it herself, and it's love on the part of Maggie, for realizing how her own bad habits impact the people she cares about and wanting to lift that weight by taking care of herself better. It's also very vital for Maggie because she just... doesn't... have hobbies. Learning how to cook becomes really her only hobby and she puts all of her love and care into it, because for the first time in a long while she's actually passionate about something! ...Unfortunately she also is very very bad at it. She's inventing new dishes like "Burnt Salad" and "Please Help I Fucked Up Kraft Mac N Cheese" and still having to have Jenna come in and help her. But it's the thought that counts, and it'll only be a matter of time before she can make something vaguely edible.

And finally, the stuff about names! I didn't post it here, but while idly talking about her in a Discord server I'm in, I definitely think that had I made Maggie like even a few months later than I would've done she would've been nonbinary. As it stands right now though, I'm saying she's probably some form of genderweird but too busy trying not to die to think about it <3 Growing up knowing that ghosts are real and routinely being shut down by authority figures in her life about it has made her very aware of how bullshit a lot of things are and how the people who claim to be knowledgeable tend to not know what they're talking about (Beyond just the "people don't think ghosts are real", she's also got ghosts willing to tell her when people are lying because they've got nothing better to do than just gossip) , so if she spent even just a moment thinking about gender as a social construct she'd instantly recognize that and probably take up some form of genderweird label, but as it stands she's just too stressed with Being The Protagonist to think about that

Now, the thing with Margaret. I'm not even going to lie to you, I think you made a better connection to how a name connects with community in terms of the narrative themes than I did. The thing with Margaret denying the name "Maggie" existed for two reasons, the in-universe explanation is that, with the little scrap of soul Margaret has leftover from Maggie, it's essentially working overtime just to keep her vitals working, it can't dedicate time and energy to making her an individual with preferences and a personality, so part of that is that she doesn't respond to "Maggie" because ultimately, that is not her name. Her name is Margaret and she's not going to respond to "Maggie" because "Maggie" isn't her name. Of course, out of universe the reasoning is that I wanted an easy way to distinguish between Maggie as she is the protagonist, and the version of her that lived in the years she was gone, so different names makes the most sense.

I think your connection to how name relates to community genuinely works on a level I hadn't fully pieced together myself yet and I really love that because I think that absolutely works with everything. One of the main conflicts of the plot is how Maggie is entirely disconnected from her family thanks to the years she was gone, with Margaret having no priorities beyond "survive", she basically never spoke with her parents or brother for years. While her family tried to reach out to her repeatedly (Especially given that, while they're unaware the truth of what happened the night Maggie was murdered, they do know something happened, and they believe that whatever it was severely traumatized her, and that's where the sudden and drastic shift in personality came from), there's a point where they just... gave up. She wasn't trying to talk with them or contact them in the slightest, so around a year or two after Margaret moved out, her parents gave up on her. Her brother would still be there a bit, but he also didn't really... try... anymore.

When Maggie wakes up, she tries to call her parents... and they don't pick up. They'd grown resentful over the years, and now that Maggie wants to talk to them, they don't forgive her for the years of not speaking to them, and aren't interested in whatever she has to say after nearly a decade of trying to reconnect with her and being met with nothing. It's her insistence that she wants to be called Maggie that actually gets her brother to realize she's telling the truth and that something happened. She shows up at his door, already something that Margaret wouldn't have done, and that combined with her being visibly upset when he calls her Margaret and tells him that's not her and that she's Maggie, it signals to him that whatever's going on is real (...though he would've figured this out eventually, given that she also literally 17 again and not in her mid-20s, and has a giant glowing stab wound in her chest). I think it works absolutely perfectly as being a symbol of community, her disconnect from her community is what led to her being called Margaret, and her desperation to be returned to that community is when she's Maggie again. So uh. Congrats on getting the themes of my OCs better than I did <3

And uhhhh closing thoughts! I honestly did still skim over the majority of the plot (Literally never even mentioned Eli or what's going on with her stab wound </3), but I think you reeeeally hit the nail on the head with everything I'm kinda getting at with these OCs, which is... frankly wild given how little main plot I actually got at. Basically everything I mentioned in my original post was the setup, not the main plot. But waaaaugh thank you for being so niceys to me and also giving me another excuse to ramble endlessly <3

#my OCs #uhhh MAGGIE FUN FACTS:#Animals can tell when a soul is weird so she has a colony of stray cats that hang around her apartment door #she doesnt even LIKE animals that much (She barely takes care of HERSELF shes not taking care of any animals.)#but they all like her weirdass soul and keep hanging around because of it #When the plot ends she gives one of the stray cats to her parents as a 'sorry i died' gift #The cats name is Marge- named by Jenna and also specifically its 'Marge' said in a Simpsons impression. any Simpson #It's Jennas FAVORITE cat out of the strays bc she says she looks like Maggie. also Marge is a male cat #Neither Jenna nor Maggie know how to tell the difference between a male and female cat reliably so they assume Marge is female- hes not #Also Eli's the closest to the 'main antagonist' the story gets. hes an old coworker of Margarets and basically her only friend #and Maggie's too scared with her whole 'is actively dying' thing and doesnt know how to tell him 'hey im not your friend- she died'#ELI thinks that Margaret is essentially have some sort of extreme mental breakdown and is trying to get her help bc he cares about her-#-unaware that Maggie is essentially a different person and doesnt know him #anyways uhhhh Maggie attempts to beat him to death with her laptop once. sorry Eli. luckily shes 17 and scrawny as fuck-#-so he's able to throw her off of him but its still. BAD #Maggie's got INSANE insomnia for a large variety of reasons- and falls asleep on the floor one night while on her laptop #Eli- having gotten off work late and going to check on Margaret- who hasnt shown up to work in weeks and isnt answering her phone #-spots Maggie passed out on the floor and assumes shes having some sort of medical emergency #Margaret had left her spare keys at work which he'd grabbed- so he lets himself in to get her to a hospital #Only for Maggie to wake up. With a strange man in her apartment in the middle of the night. Wuh Oh !#THIS time however- when she's home alone (shes not alone Jenna's asleep in the other room) and she spots a stranger in her house-#-she ends up with a fight reaction and NOT freeze <3 #also her full name is Margaret Elisabeth Newell and her brothers name is Hawke #one of the very few times i will give my OC a full name- and entirely bc my friend suggested her last name LMAO #also she believes in bigfoot. GHOSTS are real and theyre WAY less believable than 'big ape' so she fully believes it #Opal keeps trying to tell her no that ones ACTUALLY not real and shes like uh huh. sure. ill believe it when i see it

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hyunfilms · 7 months

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connected (hhj) | one shot.

—summary: a night alone at the bar leads you to a beautiful man named hyunjin.

—pairing: hwang hyunjin x f. reader

—genre: (18+) strangers to lovers | fluff, smut

—word count: 5.6k

—content/warnings: love at first sight kinda thing? soulmates if you really squint, was kinda inspired reading yung pueblo's poem (his poem isnt available anymore rip), cussing, model/artist hyunjin, oc and hyunjin are completely enamored by each other & hyunjin got googly eyes hehe, he is very sweet and a gentleman though, alcohol consumption, intoxication, kisses/making out, protected sex, praising, oral (f. receiving), fingering, sprinkle of spit play, ass-smacking, breast play, sprinkle of choking, missionary, doggy style 🤓 woof, multiple orgasms (like 2 lol), after care and cuddles, lightly edited so i apologize if i miss anything!!, very self-indulgent and just something i needed to write out 😭

—ON ROTATION: fwm - tone stith / for us - v

Sleepless nights.

It’s another one of those sleepless nights— for him, for her, for many people, for you.

Your business trip to Paris was coming to an end tonight; an early AM flight scheduled in the morning to bring you back to your beautiful, but also mundane life in California. Although grateful for the opportunity to travel here and explore for a week and a half, you were ready to get back to the familiar. The familiar places, the familiar faces, familiar routine. You sigh at the thought, finishing up your cocktail at the bar while scrolling through social media.

“Another one, miss?” The bartender comes to you with a small smile on his face.

“Please. Thank you.” You nod and reciprocate the smile, eyes now glancing around the room as you feel the alcohol slowly running through your veins. The bar was beautifully decorated in dark, elegant decor, lights dimmed throughout the entire room. Luckily for you, your hotel room was only a few floors up— making it incredibly easy for you to enjoy yourself and let loose; something you haven’t been able to do while being bombarded with coworkers and a tight agenda.

Your eyes fall onto the couple just a table or two away. They’re enjoying their drinks, though their eyes say they’re bored and over each other with the way they can’t keep eye contact for longer than 2 seconds. Then, your eyes fall onto the lady in the far corner who is typing furiously away on her phone. Your eyes shift to the gentleman all the way down on the other end of the bar, repeatedly looking down at his watch before bringing the phone to his ear for the umpteenth time; probably waiting on a date that never showed up when they said they would.

“Whiskey on the rocks, please?” Your eyes now fall onto the tall, attractive man that slides into the empty seat next to you— setting his bag onto the surface before letting out a heavy sigh. He’s in a black sweater, slacks and black chelsea boots, and you can’t help but notice how everything sits on his figure so, so perfectly. Hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, a few bangs framing the sides of his face; freshly shaved undercut. His tongue quickly swipes the surface of his pink, plump lips before he thanks the bartender and sips on his drink— you’re sure you’ve never seen anybody so perfectly sculpted.

Was this a cruel joke?

“Your cocktail, miss.” You thank the bartender again before shyly sipping on your second glass of the night, trying to keep to your own space.

“Sorry, hope someone wasn’t sitting here already.” He suddenly says, making you turn towards him. There’s really no one else around but you two; perhaps, another individual a few seats down, and that gentleman at the end still waiting on his date.

“Oh, um. No.” You give him a toothless smile. “You’re good.”

“Cool.” Is all he says before chugging the whiskey in his glass, asking for another round. “It’s been a long night. Wanna take a shot with me?” He turns to you again, licking his lips yet again. “No pressure.” You keep your eyes on him as you think about your next move. He is an attractive man, a harmless one at that.

It’s your last night in Paris, what do you have to lose?

“Sure.” You shrug. “Why not?”

“Nice to know you’re down.” He laughs a bit before calling the bartender and asking for two shots. “What’s your poison?”

“Tequila.” He pokes his bottom lip out before nodding in agreement.

“Two shots of tequila it is, then.”

“Didn’t you just down some whiskey? That’s a little dangerous.” He laughs before turning in his seat to face you.

“Don’t worry about me sweetheart, I’m staying here.” Crazy, you think. Out of all the times to bump into someone who is also staying at this hotel. “What about you?”

“I’m here, too.” You sip on your drink some more.

“Then we’ll enjoy it.” He flashes his pearly whites when he smiles. “Hyunjin.” He holds out his hand.

“Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” He caresses the surface of your hand with his thumb just as the bartender comes back with two shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila. The bartender points to your cocktail with a smirk.

“Need a refill to wash down the tequila, or do you need something else?”

“I should be good. Thanks.” He winks before tending to the others down the line.

“So, Y/N. Where are you from?”

“California. What about you?”

“Seoul.”

“Nice. One of my friends moved there recently.” You quickly think about Lola, hoping she’s doing okay. Mental note to send her a message on Kakao later. “What brings you here?”

“Mm, probably the same reason as you.” Hyunjin smirks.

“Work?” He nods.

“See. Already have something in common.” You chuckle a bit, biting onto your bottom lip. “How long are you here for?”

“I’ve been here for close to two weeks. I’m heading back tomorrow morning.”

“Shame.” He does a slight head tilt. “We probably could have had fun exploring together.” You cock an eyebrow up before letting out a giggle.

“You think I’d be fun to explore with? A stranger?” Hyunjin grabs his shot glass while gently pushing yours over to you.

“I mean, you were down to take a shot with me. Why wouldn’t you be?” He raises his shot glass. “Cheers, Y/N.” You take your shot glass and tap it against his, the both of you taking the shot to the neck. Hyunjin makes a face [that probably mirrors yours right now] before sipping on a soda as chase. You squint your eyes as the burn lingers down your throat, immediately reaching for your cocktail to chase the rest down— which is definitely not the best choice of action here.

But, you’re enjoying the night. The last night.

With a beautiful, beautiful man next to you.

“Atta girl.” He laughs.

“Haven’t done that in awhile.”

“Feels kinda liberating in a sense, hm?” He teases. “Since I’m working with a deadline here, let’s get another round going while you tell me about yourself.”

“Another?”

“Last. Promise.” He winks.

“Hm.” You hum. “What can I tell you?” You ask, even though you mainly mean that question for yourself. What can you tell Hyunjin that is enough, and not too much?

“Why someone like you doesn’t have anyone by your side tonight?” He shrugs. “Or, anything. Everything, really. That works, too.” Hyunjin runs his finger along his bottom lip.

“Someone like me? Are you always this forward?” You tilt your head, already starting to feel the shot and cocktail. You like the way his eyes are glued on you, you like the way he says your name. You like the way he’s being forward, you like the way he looks tonight. You like him, you take interest in him.

He is exciting.

“No, but it’s the deadline.” He reminds you, making you snort.

“Well. It’s because I just don’t have anyone by my side in general.” You answer his question with a chuckle. “Just a 24 year old in tech, visiting their Paris office for another project.” You swirl the stirrer in your cocktail. “What about you? What brings you here?”

“Just a 23 year old dabbling in some art stuff. Some Fashion stuff.” He laughs, red tint coloring the surface of his cheeks just as the bartender brings another round of tequila shots. “Nothing too fancy.”

‘It sounds fancy.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He answers with another one of his cryptic responses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ready for round two?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You mock him and he laughs, passing your shot glass.

“Cute.” He taps his shot glass against yours, giving you a nod of acknowledgment before you two are repeating the process— knocking the shot back, relieving the burn with some sort of chase, giggling at how quick the alcohol is hitting you both. You are drunk, and you should’ve eaten a bit more before this. Fuck. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“If you couldn’t tell already, I think you’re really, really pretty.”

“Is that so?” He nods cutely, and it makes you laugh.

“Mhm. So I mean it when I say I wanna know all about you.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” He shakes his head.

“Nah.” He smiles, bottom lip in between his teeth as he eyes your features. “So, what is Y/N all about?” He sits back a bit while his gaze lingers on you, your eyes. The tip of your nose. Your lips. Your long, beautiful lashes.

He is paying attention to every word that slips from your lips, watching your hand gestures as you quickly explain your family dynamics and how you’ve grown up in a quiet household— always remaining quiet, shy and kept to yourself even until this day. You tell him about your friends back home, how you love to stay at home and be a homebody, how you occasionally find the energy to haul yourself out for long, but fun nights with your girls. You also [drunkenly] stumble upon the topic of exes, which you don’t normally open up about right away. But you’re a few shots in, and it doesn’t help that Hyunjin is actually showing interest in you.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, and he doesn’t plan to.

“Yeah, we’re not really friends or anything like that anymore.” You blabber on. “He blocked me everywhere. Which, you know—” You hiccup, a bit more drunk than you were 5 minutes ago. “I kinda don’t care because he shouldn’t be asking to look through my phone every time I go out. I fucking left after that. No sir, not me. No thanks.” Hyunjin laughs, endeared by how quick you’ve opened up to him. He appreciates it, and he does enjoy the way you talk about life; even if you may view it as simple, quiet.

“You’re right for having left him.” Hyunjin leans forward a bit. “It’s not fair, especially when you’ve never given him a reason to distrust you. You deserve better than that.”

“You think so?” You chuckle.

“Mhm.”

“Sorry, I totally went off and probably told you a lot more than you should know at this point.” He shakes his head. “What about you, Hyunjin?”

“No, I like hearing you talk. You’re very cute.” He laughs. “I’m not that interesting.”

“Really? I think you are.” You rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “I just paint. A lot. I do some photoshoots. That’s all.”

“So are you like .. an artist, or something? A model?” He shrugs.

“I’m just Hyunjin.” He smiles. “But, I guess so? You can say that. I don’t have lots of friends, people oddly find me intimidating but I don’t care much to fix that either. I do stick to a few of them, we hang out often. I haven’t dated in awhile either, wasn’t really a priority for me.”

“Why did your last relationship end?” You internally curse yourself for fixing on that one detail out of everything else he’s mentioned. But, he doesn’t seem to mind. Spoiler: he doesn’t.

“Just didn’t click well like we thought we would.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiles.

“Don’t be. I like where I’m at.”

“That’s all that matters, right?”

“Yeah. Especially right now.” You cock a brow up, head tilting to the side again.

“Right now?”

“Mhm, with you. A few shots and drinks down, pondering on life. My kinda evening. Makes me not regret a thing about coming here.”

“You’re funny.”

“And you’re pretty.” He licks his bottom lip and bites onto it. His hand is only a few inches away from yours, pinky dying to reach out and pull your hand into his— wanting to playfully lace his fingers with yours. He’s not sure what it is, but he was drawn to you from the very moment he stepped into the bar. He smiled a bit to himself when he saw you people-watching, keeping to yourself as you sipped your drink and continued to scroll through your phone. You were totally oblivious to him from the beginning, and that was okay. Hyunjin wanted to quietly slip himself into the equation and find more subtle ways to talk to you, get to know you.

And he doesn’t regret a fucking thing.

He might be drunk, but he means it. He hasn’t ever felt this comfortable with a stranger, someone he met not too long ago. And that says a lot for him; it says a lot about you, your character. Meanwhile, you don’t think you’ll ever understand how someone like Hyunjin decided to waltz in and take this seat next to you at the time that he did. You’ll never understand the timing of everything, how the universe works and why it had to be a beautiful man like Hyunjin who found you first. But, you also don’t regret a damn thing, and you’re glad you decided to head to the bar tonight— especially alone.

When you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, it’s obvious that he’s feeling something— but that’s not the problem, no. You’re dying to find out what it means for the both of you tonight, how he plans to show you. Because you know he will, and that’s where the problem lies. What happens after that? When you both go along your merry ways?

“You know.. I think I’m just gonna call it a night soon.” You want to find out, but you don’t know if it’ll be good for you.

“Yeah?” You stand but find yourself stumbling on your own feet, letting out a laugh when you try to grab your things and keep yourself together. “Woah, pretty lady.” Hyunjin laughs with you. “How about I walk you to your room?” You pause. Fuck it.

“Okay, yeah. That’d be nice.”

“Alright, let me just pay for our tab—” He gives the bartender a look and gestures to close out the tab, his card already in his hand.

“What, no! Hyunjin.” You wrestle with your own wallet. “Let me pay for my own drinks.”

“Nah, I got you. On me.” He smiles sweetly. “Please.” You let out a sigh and surrender, letting him pay for the drinks before he stands and slips his card back into his wallet.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. For being good company.” He gives you a toothless smile. “So, where to?”

“10th floor?”

“After you.” He bids the bartender one last farewell before following you out of the bar and out into the hotel lobby. His eyes can’t help but linger down your figure; eyeing that tight, itty bitty off-the-shoulder dress and the way it hugs your curves, black over-the-knee boots hugging your legs nicely.

Ain’t no way you were just planning on sitting at the bar looking that fine.

“Hyunjin?” You call for him as you both stand in front of the elevator doors, and he’s snapped out of his thoughts. “You don’t actually have to walk me. I can make it in one piece.” You giggle.

“Leave you alone while drunk? I don’t think so.” He chuckles.

“Hm.” You hum, eyes fixed on the elevator doors in front of you. Hyunjin stands right behind you— inches away, just close enough to feel the heat radiate from his body. When the elevator dings, Hyunjin gently presses his hand against the small of your back; pushing you forward into the elevator. The touch itself brings tingles down your spine, enough where it has you struggling to keep your composure. You lean against the back railing, while Hyunjin stands next to you— hand resting on the rail as he faces your direction. Your eyes meet his, and you feel yourself get weak in the knees;

So weak that your phone slips out of your hands, making a loud thud against the floor.

“Oops, shit.” You mutter.

“I got it.” Hyunjin laughs, bending down to grab your phone. You can’t help but watch his every move closely, watching as he bends down, large hand grabbing at your phone. He’s way too close to your legs at one point, and your mind wanders to what it would be like if he were in between— “Think that belongs to you, miss.” He teases, standing tall as he hands you your phone. “You sure you’re good?”

“I am.” Except, not. Because the elevator is ten times hotter than it was earlier, and it seems to be taking its sweet ol’ time getting to your floor. The tension is unreal.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean?” You pause as you look at him.

“I mean, has anyone ever told you how attractive you are?” You blurt out, alcohol definitely giving you that liquid courage to say anything and everything that’s currently running through your mind. “You just.. look like that.” He laughs.

“I could say the same for you, pretty. Trust me.” He leans forward towards your ear a bit, his scent lingering and trapping you in. “You wanna know something else?”

“Hm?”

“You make it very hard to not wanna kiss you.” He pulls back a bit to read your expression— almost like he’s giving you leverage to take it and run with it, or leave it. Everything in your court.

So, you choose.

And you choose by gently grabbing at his sweater, planting your lips on his for that first, initial kiss. His lips are soft and pillowy, just like you imagined. You only pull away a few inches, eyes darting from Hyunjin’s eyes, to his lips, back up to his eyes. He chases after your lips within the next minute, hand coming up to cup you by the neck; thumb caressing your cheek. At this point, you’re stuck to Hyunjin— lips seemingly not wanting to part from his. And you’re loving every bit of it so, so much.

You’re loving every bit of it so much that you don’t even care when the elevator takes a stop, doors sliding open for the man who was patiently waiting on the other side. He eyes the both of you before keeping his distance, positioning himself closer to the doors while scrolling through his phone. Hyunjin lets out a soft sigh in between kisses, completely wrapped up in your scent, your touch— you.

You’ve barely met, but right now, it feels like the world is at a stop; like it’s just you and Hyunjin at this moment in time. You’ll never understand it.

“Fuck.” He whispers against your lips before moving near your ear. “You’re driving me crazy.” He plants a soft kiss on your cheek before navigating back down to your lips. His other hand comes to your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before his finger teases the edge of your dress— Hyunjin keeping the kiss alive with your hands still gripping at his sweater. His hand travels around to give your ass a quick squeeze before pressing you flush against him; to be close to him, to feel him.

And god, do you feel him.

He takes this moment to tug on your bottom lip, making you let out a sigh. The man who stepped into the elevator is now a long-gone thought, no longer caring about his presence or the fact that he’s a mere couple of steps away from you two. But finally, the elevator dings again and flashes a bright ‘10’ on the screen. Hyunjin quickly pulls away to check the current floor before slipping his hand into yours and leading the way out of the elevator. As soon as the doors close, the both of you erupt in a fit of giggles while leading the way down the hallway to your room. As you fiddle with your bag and try to fish for your hotel keycard, Hyunjin plants feathery kisses along your neck, down to your shoulder— his fingers still teasing the edge of your dress.

“Finally.” You pout, making Hyunjin laugh before placing another kiss near your jaw. As soon as you step inside the room, you toss your bag aside and wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, legs around his waist. He carries you deeper into the room, setting you down on the edge of the bed to continue kissing you. In between kisses, he works his way with your boots; gently sliding the zipper down before tossing one boot off to the side, then the next.

“This dress.” He gently pushes you down on the bed before peppering kisses along your thighs. “So perfect on you.” He nibbles on your inner thighs, then soothes the surface with his lips. “Can’t believe no one was trying to snatch you up.”

“Maybe it’s just meant to be, hm?” You tease with a playful tone. Hyunjin pauses and looks at you, a smile teasing at the corner of his lips before he comes down and presses another sweet kiss to your lips.

“Maybe I’m just lucky after all.” You feel his hand fiddling with the edge of your dress again, slowly dipping further. “You know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can totally—” A kiss. “Just hang out and talk more—” Another kiss.

“Hanging out and talking more—” Kiss. “Sounds good to me.”

“Mhm.” He pulls away and looks at you, really looks at you, before brushing the hair away from your face. “I mean it. I don’t normally do things like this. I just— I don’t know.” He chuckles a bit. “I’ve been drawn to you since I walked into that bar.” It’s your turn to look at him, really look at him, and you do nothing but pull him back to your lips.

“Please keep going.” Is all you manage to say. Because you are also drawn to him, and you’ll never understand it.

But right now, you don’t want to try and understand it. You just want to take this moment for what it is, for everything that it is.

The intensity grows during the heated kiss, and Hyunjin is back to slotting himself in between your thighs, dress now pushed up.

“Can I?” He asks, and you nod— giving him full permission to remove your panties and toss them off to the side; feet propped up on the bed to give Hyunjin the best view. He doesn’t waste any time before he’s running his thumb down your slit, sliding two fingers in just to get a feel for you. He bites onto his bottom lip, reveling in the soft moans you’re letting out. “So wet for me.” He says before licking a stripe upwards, feeling your legs slightly jolt at the sensation. “Gonna take care of you.” He reassures you by running a hand up your thigh and gently squeezing it. He laps at your folds, sucking gently at the sensitive nub before repeating his motions and pumping his digits into you at a set pace.

“My god.” You whimper, hands resting on Hyunjin’s head. A gasp falls from your slips when Hyunjin removes his fingers and spits on your pussy, tongue spreading your wetness all over. You continue to grind against his mouth, picking up the pace when you feel yourself reaching your peak. The way he was taking care of you was heaven sent; incredibly heaven sent that with just another roll or two, Hyunjin manages to push you over the edge. “Oh— yes!” You blurt out as you come undone, your entire body going limp while catching stars.

Hyunjin soothes you through small pecks on your thighs, through gentle squeezes of the hips. He stands and hovers over you, giving you a taste of yourself when he leans in for a kiss— holding the kiss there momentarily. When you part, he watches as you take his hand, tongue circling around the two fingers that were just inside of you. He swears he almost loses himself at that moment, but he manages to keep himself together. Hyunjin moves you up on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable in between the tiny kisses he plants all over your body.

Chest.

Hands, fingers.

Collarbone, neck.

Lips.

He’s stripping you of your dress, just as you help him out of his sweater, his slacks. His eyes widen when he pops off your strapless bra, letting out a shaky breath before taking a nipple into his mouth— tongue working in circular motions and pulling back with a pop. You arch your back slightly and let out a moan, Hyunjin taking this opportunity to move onto the next bud and repeating the motion on it. You tease at the waistband of his boxers before he wrestles himself out of them; dick painfully hard and springing free. He lets out a moan when he feels your hand wrap around his member, pumping him a few times and watching the pre-cum leak from his tip.

“Need you.” He breathily moans. “Need you now, pretty.”

“Here.” You pause, grabbing the single condom from your bag on the nightstand. Hyunjin leans back on his ankles, laughing at the box you’ve handed over.

“So, why do you have this?” He smirks as he rips the condom open and begins to slide it down his length.

“Quit. My bestfriend shoved it in my bag as a ‘just in case.’”

“Tell them I said thank you.” You giggle.

“Shut up.” Hyunjin bites his lip before diving in for another kiss. Even as he breaks the kiss, his lips continue to graze yours as he lines himself up at your entrance— eyes glued to yours as he slips himself in slowly. He watches your eyes roll back and shut close, back arching; a silent moan leaving your lips. He continues to push, and push, until he bottoms out and lets out a shaky breath; giving himself a moment to adjust and keep his composure.

God, you feel good around him.

“Fuuuuck.” He moans. “Feels too good. So perfect.” He begins to slowly pick up the pace, hearing your slickness make those noises beneath him that drive him insane. You grip onto his chiseled biceps, pretty white polished nails digging into the surface of his skin. At this point, Hyunjin has found the perfect rhythm— sinking into you every thrust, feeling every inch, every delicate point that he can touch.

Deeply.

“Hyunjin, god. Please.” You whine and beg continuously, calling his name as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. The only sounds in the room are the sounds of skin against skin, wet kisses being exchanged in between and your names bouncing off of the walls.

“I got you.” Hyunjin feels you squeezing him, and it’s taking everything within him not to burst. He takes a hand to your neck and gives it a gentle squeeze, watching your tits bounce with every thrust he gives.

And he gives it all.

He sits back for a moment when he sees you starting to move your hips and ride against his movements. Another moan slips from his lips when he watches you roll your hips and work him from beneath, hissing when you speed it up.

“Such a good girl.” He says. Your moans become a little sharper, a little louder, Hyunjin now taking his thumb to your clit to relieve some of the tension. You begin to whimper, your nails digging a little deeper, and Hyunjin can feel your walls starting to cave. He continues his work on your clit before he's back to fucking you senselessly into the mattress.

“Right there— Hyunjin—” Your words are broken as you try to chase your high. “Close—”

“That’s it, pretty.” He says, praising you and egging you to tip over the edge. It takes a few more before Hyunjin sees your face contort in pleasure, back arching just as you tremble underneath him. “Shit, that’s it.” He repeats, feeling your walls pulse against him. He feels himself getting close to his own climax, so he quickly pulls out and has you flip over— face down, ass up. He wastes no time slipping himself back in, continuing at the pace he was just at even though you were still trying to recover from your last orgasm. Though a bit sensitive, the pleasure rebuilds quickly, and you’re back to begging Hyunjin to go harder.

Faster.

Which, he gladly does. He gives your ass a good smack, leaving his print while letting out a groan and gripping your hips. He calls your name, praising you for how good you’ve been to him tonight and how lucky he is.

“Y/N, fuck— gonna cum.” He breathes out, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his coil threatening to snap. Sooner or later, a beautiful, melodic moan slips from his lips, his hands digging crescents into your hips as he falls onto you and fills up the condom. “You okay, pretty?” He presses a soft kiss on your back, your right shoulder.

“Mhm.” He removes himself from you, the both of you letting out soft sighs at the feeling. Hyunjin tosses the condom in the trash before racing off to the bathroom.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” He says as he grabs for one of your wipes sitting in the bathroom, cleaning you up before himself. You shyly head to the bathroom to finish up and change into something more comfortable— slipping into the covers while Hyunjin throws on his boxers. You’re not really sure what’s next, and to be honest, you’re a little unsure of how to navigate this whole one-night-stand thing.

Because of course you’ll have to. You leave tomorrow. This is the first and last time you’ll see Hyunjin.

It makes you a bit sad, for whatever reason.

“I-I hope you know you aren’t obligated to stay, I know you must wanna go back to your room—” He laughs a bit and turns to you.

“How about I stay until you fall asleep, hm? That sound okay with you?” Yes, yes it does. You want him here, and you want to cherish every last bit of this tender, intimate moment that you’ve shared with someone you connected with hours ago.

“Okay.” He slips himself in, comfortable in his boxer briefs and nothing else. You find this to be the cherry on top; the way Hyunjin pulls you in and allows you to lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath you, the way he lazily throws an arm over you but keeps you close, the way that he just lets you be.

Hyunjin is connected to you. He is drawn to you.

The combination of the alcohol and exhaustion is now pushing you to fall asleep quickly in Hyunjin’s arms. He manages to close his eyes, afraid to move you or wake you— wanting you to get the best sleep possible before your flight tomorrow. You’ll never understand this. But tonight, you won’t try to. Because you’ll take this for what it is, for everything that it is.

You are connected to Hyunjin. You are drawn to him.

Hyunjin wakes up and finds your side of the bed cold, empty. Which tugs a bit on his heart, but he knew this is what it would come to— being it was your last night, and the two of you lived on opposite ends of the world. He honestly didn’t mean to stay last night, but he couldn’t help himself after seeing how peacefully you were sleeping. He’s not sure he understands it well enough, but he still feels drawn to you; even now, as you board your plane and take your seat in business class. He finds a tiny note on the nightstand with your name and number, and he smiles to himself— making sure to keep the note safe.

Hyunjin keeps the note safe for awhile. Safe to the point where he doesn’t do much with it besides look at the number every now and then before tucking it back into his wallet. He can’t find the courage to text you, call you, because he’s not sure what is left of you two after that night. What would he do from Seoul? What would you do from California?

It’s unfortunate, and Hyunjin really hates it. He’s not sure when he’ll use this. And of course, over time, you’ve wondered what you did, or why Hyunjin didn’t make use of your number. Though, part of you understood where he was coming from. So, you eventually learn to let it be.

Maybe there wasn’t a use for it, for all of this.

Maybe it was supposed to be a one-night thing, a memorable, one-night thing. A one-night thing that you keep for the memories, a one-night thing that you keep close to your heart– Hyunjin.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Hyunjin keeps the note safe for a while. Safe to the point where he doesn’t do much with it besides look at the number every now and then before tucking it back into his wallet.

Until months later, Hyunjin finds himself thinking about your note just as he steps onto the concrete floor and takes in the fresh air—

Eyes shifting to the California sunrise ahead of him.

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⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (2)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS : SMUT : begging,, Threesome, crying, drooling, belly bulge, breeding, rough sex, 'jealous' sex, Dom! Characters, etc etc, Joker jelly of Owen, Flirting. Over thinking reader Also Wooin no sex scene I'm sorry (BTW I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND THIS ISNT EDITED And I'll be rewriting soon)

First part

The birds twittering outside woke you up from the deepest slumber that you've been in for a while, comfortable, silly sheets dropping over the tangled limbs onto each other.

Your vision wasn't clear yet, so you just laid there, not moving an inch.

The sun blinded you, glaring through the thin curtains, Joker was behind you, soft breaths could be heard from the big boy who turned into a huggable plushie once he slept.

Your breath hitched in a mere second. Noticing that his arm was protected by the fabric of your shirt, skin against skin, Jokers large, veiny hand was groping you.

A soft whine left your throat, shutting your eyes for a second, heart skipping a beat and butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You opened them again, looking at your best friend.

Wooin had the most peaceful expression on his face, a slight blush dusting on his cheeks, his chest rising up and down with each exhale and inhale.

He was facing you, leg between your thighs and face a little too close to your own. You needed to go pee. It was an emergency.

Fuck.

They're too close. Not realizing you were holding your breath until the man behind you moved. "Y/n...You up?" Jokers morning voice was deeper than his usual one, a throaty tone at the pitch of it that send shivers down your spine.

"Please...Talk to me."

He begged, a pleading hint in his words as the male shuffled and it made you wonder, was he still asleep? He sounded really tired.

"I'm awake. What's wrong Joker?"

He mumbled something in your head, "– wanted to hear you." Your bit down on your lip, blinking as you swallowed, your throat was dry.

"Can you let me go? I wanna drink water."

Hearing a grumble, followed by the tattoed boys grip tightening, you sighed, accepting your fate. Luckily, to your aid, Wooin was awoken.

Nevermind.

He was so clingy and whiny so early in the morning, the boy immediately placed a hand on your waist, too lazy to get up.

These two were gonna be your last straw. You couldn't even move. "Ugh Wooin, I gotta use the bathroom." He yawned a playful 'no' digging his face deeper in your chest.

"Please? I have school in two hours."

Right, you just reminded them that they also had some 'business' today and it was for sure gonna be tiring. Joker was the first to get up, you after and Wooin as the last one.

Being kinda enough, you seated yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast as the two got their stuff ready, the smell of food soon lit in the room so you opened the window, allowing fresh air to enter the apartment.

While moving around some ingredients, two hands stroked your waist up and down, the taller figure behind you blocking the light from shining on your body.

Tattoos were displayed the forearm of Jokers as he hugged you, no words leaving him whatsoever. "Where's Wooin?"

There was no response, the door of your room opening answering the question that was lingering in your head.

୨୧

Two hours of school passed and you were currently hanging for life on the last nerve you had. Owen had been nagging ever since you entered through the gates which was surprising since all he did was annoy Shelly every morning.

You were sitting your classroom, the teachers explanation drowned out as you couldn't help but focus on the foreigner who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"No. Talk me to me."

You shot a glance at the teacher who had his back to the class, writing on the board. A sigh left your lips, facing the blonde male who smiled like an idiot when you looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

The meanest, most disgusted side-eye was sent towards the boys way. "Not like that, I mean I need you with something. I need your help, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Please I'm begging you-!"

He was about to shout but you placed your hand on his mouth, shutting him up, sweating like crazy of the embarrassment you saved your ass from.

Luckily, just as you did, the bell rang and you exited the classroom quickly, going to the vending machine. "Y/n."

You jolted, heart stopping at the voice as your own reached the ends of your city by the scream you let out and Owen has the audacity to laugh at you.

There he was, begging you again to help him with whatever he wanted. "No bruh! Where yo momma at? Leave me aloooneee!!"

You were taking turns left and right, trying to avoid the male who stuck to you like glue, not letting you escape his sight, million eyes following you two bickering.

That until you were stopped by Owen clutching your arm, pulling you towards his body. "Please? I need to buy Shelly something for her birthday. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can't you ask someone else?!"

You went quiet when looking up at the boy who had a sad face, his eyes planted on the concrete, a pinkish hue covering his cheeks.

"You're disturbing."

In the end, you gave in, agreeing to go on a search for a gift with him after school in exchange for Owen giving you money. And i mean a lot of money.

୨୧

You receives a text from Wooin who was letting you know where you, him and joker where going today only for a brick to fall on him when you said that you couldn't go.

It started a huge dramatic show with Wooin sending you a shit ton of messages, asking you where you were going, with who, what you were gonna do, when you're gonna go.

And it shocked you that he let it go so easily, made you think that he was plotting to end the world or something.

You licked the Popsicle Owen bought you, sitting inside the jewelry store as he showed you different options of necklaces that he found pretty.

"The one with the star is pretty."

Your eyes almost popped out of their socks seeing the prices with zeros you could never count. "Damn, rich people."

Owens eyes held little sparkles in them by seeing the one you chose. "Okay I'll get it for her." He glanced at your form but you gave him no mind, focused on the screen of your phone and it made Owen wonder who you were texting.

He pouted, why weren't you paying any attention to him? He was much more important! "Y/n?" A simple hum in return him made Owen sad, not finishing his question.

Of course, he did this on purpose, two minutes passed and the silence made him suffocated, what were you so distracted with?? "What is it?" Finally you decided to take a peek at him!!

"Do you like this Necklace?"

Shrugging, the blonde awaited your answer only for you to give him a short 'its pretty' to which he walked with you behind him to the cashier.

"Let's go Y/nie, I'll go get you something to eat!!"

Signing, you slightly cringed at what Owen had called you but the happy expression on his face couldn't possibly allow you to be disgusted.

While you two walked down the neon lit streets, thousands of glances were sent at Owen, one for being a foreigner and second for being hot as fuck.

The tall male stopped to tie his shoelaces but you kept walking so he did the job very quickly, panicking when you almost got a meter away.

"Y/nie wait!!"

Never mind, you got secondhand embarrassment. Why did he shout that nickname so loudly?! Owen caught up, holding your hand as he dragged you alongside him.

"See? A very cute cafe!"

"Hmm, very cute."

"Really, Do you like it?!"

When you nodded, it was like the boring mood from before switched 180°, shining so brightly as he took you inside, the breeze of the coffee smell hit your senses as you sat beside the glass window, ordering for both of you since he couldn't speak Korean that good.

"Y/n?"

"What's up?"

Owen took out a box, it was middle sized and had a fancy logo on it. He looked at you with large eyes, waiting for you to open it.

"this....?"

"Yeah, I bought it for you. Thanks for helping me today."

"But isn't it for Shelly?"

He shook his head, reminding you that Shelly won't take shit from him. "Thanks, but no Owen, its way to expensive for me to have..."

Tilting his head, Owens blond locks moved with his head. "But its a gift from me?" He acted as if he was 'sad'

Your eyes softened, looking at the pretty, expensive accessory. Damn rich people, they can buy anything huh? "D-don't you like it? You said you did, right?"

"Yes Owen, but not for me."

Crossing his arms while leaning back, the cyclists muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. "But I got it for you. Not Shelly, she won't take it either way."

A small, grateful smile made its way on your lips and Owen leaned in as you took out the necklace. "I'll put it on for you!"

With a scoff, you allowed for him to do so, fixing it in place when he went left for his own seat after helping you.

"Thank you Owen..."

It was faintly, maybe because of the scorching sun on his face that turned it to a slightly pink hue. His pearly whites showing through his smirk, resting his head on his palm.

୨୧

Just as your food arrived, the noise of bell on the door that lead inside the cafe made your ears twitch, hearing a familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, almost popping out. The small, black haired child mirrored your face, his face turning red in seconds.

"Aa!!! My baby!!"

Owen flinched when you stood up, leaving him to run over to the small boy who also rushed over to you, holding his arms up to get picked up by you.

Jokers little brother started grinning from to ear, he stopped when he saw a blonde guy looking at him with a weird bitchy face.

As you were peppering the boys face and head with kisses, his brother entered the cafe, taken aback when he noticed your figure.

"Y/n?"

"Joker! You're here too!!"

You were about to place down his brother but the kid refused, clinging onto you more which lead to you laughing at his cuteness, the black haired boy proud of himself.

Owen existence was like...poof. He grit his teeth, this guy, he swore he saw him somewhere before.

"Don't bother her...."

The baby blue haired male sighed at his brother, this kid was nagging him to no stop so he could take him to this cafe, whatever, at least he met you.

Hajun who was also called Joker, finally saw the foreigner, his blood stopping its flow, fists clenched as his usual, scary hooded eyes returned, burning holes into Owen.

You took you Jokers hand into your own, it swallowed yours in size as you lead him to the table, still holding his brother who was placed on your lap when you sat down.

Joker sat next to you, his legs spread wide. Him and the Blondie had a staring contest, both not speaking up. Just glaring draggers at each other.

"Who's this, Y/n?"

You stared at Owen who made you stop talking to the kid in your embrace. "This is my baby!" You hugged jokers brother.

Owen deadpanned, his 'rival' next to you smirking. "No, I meant the big one." Did he think Joker couldn't understand him or what?

But the male who looked like a gangster didn't speak up, still giving Owen a death stare. "Well, he's my other baby."

You put the kid aside, letting him play with your phone. Just in that moment, a veiny hand grasped your thigh, maybe a little too high it made you clench them around it.

Now, the English boy wasn't that much of an idiot, he can sense 'rivals' a hundred miles away!! He can clrealy see it, this one had a crush on you.

Well, wasn't it the best time to be a little playful? Owens smirk spread on his face, his fingers were now taking the pendent on the necklace around your beck.

"The necklace I gave you is so pretty on you, right?"

He hand locked around your thigh and you took the sign, this dude and his strength. You had your hand around Owens wrist, removing it.

You talked to him and the conversation stopped reaching Jokers ears, he eyed the necklace, eyes dropping a little.

It was a brand. A very pricy one.

"One Apple cake, a chocolate milkshake and ––"

You finished doing the order for your best friend, from instinct, you reached down, placing your fingers ontop of Jokers hand.

If only he could also afford you pretty things like that, would you like him more then? No you weren't like that. But still, he couldn't help but want to treat you better.

"Y/n I'm coming over tonight, be ready. Okay?"

You folded, almost choking on the water you drank, Owens eyes popping out their sockets. Who knew Joker was also sneaky?!

He did this on purpose!! Even spoke in English.

"H-huh....?"

"Can't I? I always come over, don't I?"

He muttered while looking Owen deep in the eyes, turning to face you, now holding eye contact with you. "Of course, yeah!"

Oh shit

୨୧

Owen was devastated, he himself, had no idea what he was feeling either, he dragged his body away from you, your possible boyfriend and the little kid who stuck out his tongue at him.

He would rather cheer for his brother!! Then Hajun will be the daddy and you'll be the mommy. The kid thought inside his head, holding your and Jokers hand

You two walked back the kid to their place. Joker went back with you after making sure his brothers were in good condition.

The moon was shining in the dark night, street lights left and right, covering the streets as Joker interlaced his fingers with yours, taking you home.

You two stopped at a bridge you had to cross. Joker halted and you did too, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Y/n. I need you."

Huh

"W-wha?!"

You were burning up, the heat inside you making you disgustingly sweat, hearing your heart in your ears. What the hell did he mean?

Was it that? Was he serious?

"Sorry. I know i can't buy many things for you."

Sweat dropping, your lips formed a straight line. Oh.

"Joker, what the hell are you saying? Is it because of Owen? Really?"

He looked ashamed, gaze on the ground, his cheeks shaded into a pinkish glow. "You know he's not my type."

He wasn't one to talk a lot, many noticed. Yet it was the opposite with you, he couldn't care less if he talked for hours when he was with you, he wouldn't get tired or uncomfortable.

But why was his heart pounding like this? Whenever you glanced at him, smiled at him, held him and damn the way you said his name.

He wanted you. For himself. For once, Joker wanted to be really selfish, just you, for him, he would give you everything, you might as well just have his heart planted out.

"Whats you type then?"

Was this the moment? Should you say it or not? No...you didn't want to ruin anything...what if you were having false signs? Joker is very confusing, youre probably mistaking things.

There was a long lasting silence before you took his arm, walking him with you.

Your eyes met, his grey eyes pining you like a predator would to its prey, he was in deep thoughts, staying by your side.

You just got to your apartment, in front of the door to the place that you were used to.

"Y/n." You gulped, being stopped again by the male who took your face in his palm.

"What is your type?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, awaiting an answer. "Hajun....I-" a thumb brushed against your lower lip, the male leaned down, placing his own lips on your plump ones.

Your heart stopped beating, is this a dream? Why weren't you waking up?

Your lashes fluttered close, the taller boy, stroked your cheek, his other hand on your hip, pulling you to his body.

By him tilting your head, the kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth as you hung on his hoodie that crinkled beneath your fingers, your knees were growing weak if not for Joker who was holding you, you'd probably fall.

You were moved from side to side occasionally, none of you letting go, wrapped up against each other.

Breaking apart a string of saliva connected your lips, you took deep breaths, your stomach was doing flips you felt as if your heart was squeezed, Jokers forehead was against your own.

"Im sorry. I had to...."

His eyes softened, noticing your flushed expression, Joker felt his breathing getting cut off, you were so beautiful, so perfect, made for him.

He wanted you whole, everything. He needed you. The desperation from years stuck into that kiss he gave you, hoping you'd somehow feel what he went through for your love.

"I love you."

No hesitation in his words, it made you shocked, your chest being pierced. "....I love you too. Please Hajun, wanted you for so long."

You were clinging onto the boy who almost died right there, was there anything better than this? How could he ever reject you? Not after you told your truth.

He was hard as hell. The way you were rubbing against him made it worse, his sweats felt tight, he needed to take you home now...

"Fuck Y/n don't say that. I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't. Show me everything, Hajun."

That tongue of yours is gonna get you in some serious danger. Just as those words left your throat, your lips were clashing again, Joker was holding you against the door, breaking apart to give your neck some attention.

"Wait, let me just open the door."

Your hearts almost stopped when you heard a voice joining in. "Fuck you Joker, having all the fun without me? I thought we were sharing."

Wooin. Whos face was twisted in anger, his cheeks tinted into pink. "W-wooin...?" You wanted to squirm away, embarrassed, but the grip on your hips didn't allow you.

Joker blocked you from Wooins vision again with his well-built back, he wasn't gonna stop. Fuck he was so gonna be so frustrated if he did.

No stopping after seeing you needy for him.

"Y/n."

Wooin was staring at Jokers back, his eyebrows now furrowed, a frown placed on his moisturized lips. He was just about to sleepover at yours, seeing you with another man, someone other than him, shattered the male who has been crushing on you ever since you were kids.

You were unable to say anything, as if your tongue got bitten off, you were breathing hard, your chest feeling heavier by second.

Were those tears coming up? Why were acting like this? Before you even realized, they began falling like a waterfall, unable to stop the next pair of droplets leaving your eyes.

"I'm sorry...."

Hiccuping, you started blaming yourself. Was this gonna ruin your friendship now? Are they gonna leave you forever? Were you gonna be alone all again?

No...Your heart was withering into a million pieces, soon, your breath cut off, being drowned in your own hateful thoughts.

You liked them both. So why did you have to choose?

"Stop crying, Y/n."

"I'm sorry."

"And stop being sorry."

Joker was shoved away harshly by the pierced boy who got a glare in return, only for the taller boy to stop when he saw him hugging you, buying your face in his chest.

"You don't have to be sorry–"

Wooins gums almost bleed through the flesh when he clenched his jaw. The boy with black hair blinked, Joker was standing, busting watching everything unfold.

"I know you love Joker. This is so cringy, but you know, I love you too. You don't have to love me if thats your decisioni i re–"

It felt good to let that off his chest, breaking through the protecting barrier that brought him comfort. But thats when you processed his words.

"What? Who said that I didn't like you, Wooin? I love you both, okay?! I don't wanna choose between you two! You both are my everything!"

You glared at nowhere in particular, regretting your decision. You really ruined everything.

Thumbs wiped away the tear stamps while a big hand pat your head. "Is that so? Can you show us how much we mean to you?"

"Yes, I swear I love you both. Do I have to pick one only?"

You shared a look with your two crushes, only smirked while the one towering over you sneaked a hand around your waist.

"Of course not. You can have us both only if..."

Wooin cupped your face, stroking your cheek, his face nearing your own. "...if we can share you, sounds good?" As if that wasn't what you wanted for years while the two wanted to worship you for so long.

"Please? Share me."

"See, what a sweet girl she is."

Your thighs clenched, it was getting hotter and hotter, Wooins hand replaced Jokers, patting your head while his other rubbed circles on your rear.

"Now be a good girl and open up the door."

Your hand was shaking, quite literally, your nervous system getting kicked in the stomach until someone helped you keep it steady.

Hot breath against your head, something poking against your inner inner thigh as body heat pried over you.

A loud click made you hitch your breath, two beasts emerging through the door after you, thats when you were pulled back from walking away.

Wet kisses were drawn on your neck, noises leaving your throat as your got touched everywhere. You didn't who until Wooin moved in front of you, placing his lips on yours.

The cold metal on his tongue made you jolt as it came in contact with your lips and mouth. The boxer behind you was busy decorating you with hiickeys, working on the zipper of your jeans, shoving his hand down the waistband, cupping you, his middle finger running against your slit, touching the bundle of nerves that made you weak in the knees.

"Hmm, so soaked."

His deep voice rumbled next to your ear, a electrifying shiver running crawling on your spine, your mouth occupied by Wooin who's breath was getting shorter with yours which lead him to bite your lower lip before letting go.

"Carry her."

Wooin himself didnt know how he was managing to be so calm, he was about to get closer to his love, his only love.

He was obsessed.

Joker swooped you up in his arms, taking you to your bed, Wooin closing the door as soon as you entered.

First your hoodie, jeans taken off, leaving you bare, standing before your bed with them leaning over you, working their own clothes off.

Thats when the boy with blueish hair stopped, gaze fixated on the necklace gifted to you by someone else. Joker fisted the pendant, ripping it off your throat.

"I don't like seeing it on you."

Wooin raised an eyebrow and you chuckled, so he was jealous after all?

After they took care you, it was their turn and you looked up at them with doe eyes, chewing on your lip.

You slid your hand on Jokers hard abs which made him grip your wrist, his baseline of his cock showing through the sweats he wore.

And Wooin, who was feeling neglected, took your other hand, placing it on his hard-on, a groan escaping from him.

Were you realizing that you weren't gonna rest at all tonight? Yes. And were you in for it? Also yes. You earned for all of it.

"Hurry..."

You tugged on the fabric of their pants, sitting on the bed as you watched them undressing, feeling a bit cold . "spread your legs."

Wooin helped you, wishing he could just rip off the cute little panties you were and stuff you full of him. That's for another time.

"Just like that..."

You had no idea that Hajun was now behind you, removing your bra, groping you while Wooin removed your underwear, exposing you to the chilly air, licking his lips at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, so wet."

You were taken aback, a finger toying with your hole without any warning. "Can't enter yet, guess I'll have to make loose." Joker wrapped an tattooed arm around your neck, pulling you against his chest, the other under your thigh to keep your legs perfect for Wooin.

Your hips flinched at the touch of cold metal nagging your clit that wasn't ready for the immediate sucking and lapping of the wet muscle.

His mouth caught on with the your puffy lips, enjoying the ecstasy of your taste, eating you like it was his last dinner.l

The boy between your legs had his grip on your stomach, up and down, his hands massaged the side on your belly, trying to get you to relax.

Sweet noises exited your lips, the boy holding you giving your head some pecks as the other ate you out. You were suffocating, fingernails digging into the tattooed wrist.

Your legs were trying to close for their own Good but Joker had that problem solved, not letting your body do as it wanted.

"W-wooin!!"

You felt him smirking against you, his face was red, wooin was about to hump the air if this went on, you tasted so sweet, essence on the tip of his tongue making his eyes roll back.

And his hard dick wasn't helping.

Your walls took his tongue comfortably, feeling tipped off whenever it left your hole that pulsated, only for him to stimulate you by running circles around the pearl.

His thumb took that spot, harsh rubbing to your clit that throbbed, sending sensual feelings all over you. Your brain fogged up, legs shaking.

There was a knot in your stomach, you were gonna explode! Sweat bullets ran down you temple, Joker was hushing you, his hand digging into the plush flesh if your upper thigh, sensing your near.

"O-ohh, wooin! So good!"

Streaks of black hair stuck out beneath your fingers, you tucked on his head, pushing your hips futher into the boys mouth.

He didnt like that, slapping your sore clit and it made you jump, your heart was beating like crazy, so hot. The room was so lewd.

The noise were so lewd, the squelching sounds made you want to close your ears but Wooin only laughed, he felt it too, you were close.

Your leg twitched, finally, it erupted, the fluid shone under the lights, dripping from Wooins chin and he licked them, slurping any left over cum.

As you were breathing heavily, calming down, two fingers shoved in you, Joker. Why were they so long? You muscles were sore and your insides tried to push him out but Joker kept his fingers deep inside, knuckles wet because you, your tongue lolling, hanging at your lips.

The curl of them really made your legs twitch up, toes curling. "She likes that." Joker observed, Wooin smiling, holding your hold.

His eyes never left your drunk ones. "This is only the begin baby." He caressed your face, his gaze meeting Jokers who was pushing himself against you.

"Stretch her out, yeah?"

You were left pulsing when Joker retreated his fingers, nodding, letting your neck go as he got rid of his boxers.

Your body was moved in a different position so you were now facing the baby blue haired boy who's cock was definitely bigger than average, and it was gonna hurt.

Blinking, you were suddenly lifted by the hips, hovering above the mushroom tip that was a glowing red, Joker slowly lowered your body, you hissed.

His too was inside, now the rest 9 inches to take in. He was going slow, his eyes shut close, trying to focus and not slam himself inside and fuck you stupid.

Slow. Slow. Slow...

Joker threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing when he gulped, you shook, your warm walls were trying to push out the intrusion which automatically made you clench and tighten up.

You winced at the caged hold on your hip, Joker let a breath out, halting your movements for a second. Wooin was amused by his struggles, palming his bulge.

"Hajun, You're so big."

Your forehead was on his shoulder balde, biting on your lip as you tried to get him inside, but it hurt so much, your flesh was blocking you and him from moving.

A loud, high pitched moan left the deepest part of your chest when Joker grabbed both of your hips, slamming you down, his balls flush to your ass.

The plump lips were around the base, clit catching on the vein running along on his huge dick that made you want to throw up when it was filling you up.

The way your walls ripped open, the male forcing himself inside of the elastic-like barrier , his cock now pumping inside of you, the bulbous tip bruised your cervix, bulging your stomach and now Joker was about to lift you up again but you steadied on his shoulders.

Joker bottomed out, leaving only the tip inside, he inhaled, eyes on the way you were about to swallow him again.

His fingers pinched the puffy, sore skin that protected your hole and the squish alone made him grin like crazy, his canines showing.

"Too big! W-wait!!"

"You'll take it."

And your mouth snapped shut before opening again as an exit for all the moans about to follow by the second slam when your insides weren't stretched enough.

The pain soon washed away by the pleasure that rang in your veins, blood and brain. His name left your lips like a mentra, his cock touching your soft spot each time with each thrust.

Your life depended on him, by the was you were clinging on Joker who felt like you were melting him, such a snug cunt wrapped around him, forming a white ring at base of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, occasionally covered by your whining and loud whimpering that threw Joker off the edge.

You were so adorable. His dick twitched as if he got even bigger inside, he was making you scream by the he was using your body like a fucktoy, slamming you over and over again until tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

You were losing contact with reality. He pounded and bruised your insides with each thrust, sending you off the edge each time.

"Woah, you're gonna break her."

"Wooin please..."

"Its okay baby, you can do it. Such a pretty girl."

Your belly was so heated, the one who you called out to, stroked your head, patting your hair and planting sweet Kisses on your throat, licking the hickeys.

Joker squished your cheeks together at the plea of the other male, did you forget that he was the one fucking you stupid?

"No. My name."

"Hajun...I can feel you."

"Louder."

White spots started to cover your vision along with the blur of tears, your jaw hung open, throat now matching the soreness of your used cunt.

Your hole was sucking him in, sucking him dry. It started throbbing around the boy whos breath cut off.

"Don't. Don't do that again or I'll cum.."

His eyebrows were knotted, his warm cunt made him hung over, searching for more and more. Wooins arms slithered around your torso as his white haired friend was still using you like a fleshlight.

Your toes curled when one of Wooins and caressed you and the other pressed down on the raging bulge that was almost gonna tear the fat that covered your tummy.

Your hands shot from Jokers bicep to holding Wooins wrist, trying to remove it and thats when the one fucking you took action, holding both of your hands with one, caging you from any movement.

"No – Hajun I....wanna hold you!"

You spurted out between choked cries, you felt liquid pressing at your bladder from the pressure on Joker bulge inside of you.

Wooin helped his friend even tho he didnt need any help with pushing you further to take all of his cock, your ass jiggling every time your hips were slammed back down, Jokers fat shaft forcing your elastic walls to rip each time.

"I love you....I love you."

The boy who's eyes were hazed and swirling with the toxicity of the lovesickness you gave him, watched as his friend basically ruined you for every other man who was trying to get with you.

Joker couldn't care anymore, he was losing his sanity while you clutched onto yours. The boxer looked at you, eyeing the way your tits bounced, circular motion, the buds hardened.

You were seriously about to shatter. Mouth wide open, tongue hanging out your glistening lips from saliva as your eyes glossed over.

"Joker – mghn Jun!"

If they ever tried to get with you. But nobody was. Not after the night you were gonna have with these two.

There was the familiar knot that was about to get pulled until it ripped again, your eyes rolled into your brain, drooling a bit as it got near to expanding that feeling allover your existence.

"Nghh!– hic!"

Jokers hairs stuck to his forehead, he wasn't stopping, not when he was about to reach his high, he felt bad yet he knew the taste of pleasure was gonna blew the guilt away.

Finally, white spooked your vision with a deafening, high note of Hajuns name, you were blinded for the next second, getting fucked through your orgasm by the huge boy who didnt stop even when you started babbling incoherent things

Your juices covered his thighs, balls and dick. Skin slapping against each other filled in the corners of the room as his pace sped up.

The way you kicked with the heels if your feet, new, red scratches running down his shoulder to his mid back while tears ran down your chubby cheeks, hanging at your chin.

"So cute."

The one behind you whispered, as you desperately tried to get more, it felt so good, the was you spasmed. One final thrust and you were stuffed to the brim with hot, creamy cum that trickled down the sides if your hole, the cock that was layered with the white honey and onto his now emptied balls.

"Oh Hajun....I love you!"

You muttered, still dazed, they were also talking but you had no idea where it was coming from, their words were smudged by the moment they reached your ears where you could hear your own heart

Your lips connected and you were struggling to kiss back, it was really sloppy, followed by the last few spasming to keep his cum inside.

Your ears rang as you kept stuttering, eyes crossed and drowning into pleasure inside the bubble you created for yourself.

Joker wiped the sweat off his forehead, steadying His breath after he fucked his lungs out. "Awh, Y/n, did you forget that it was my turn now?"

"Yes please...more."

HYou probably didn't even know what you were asking for, your body laying there, so pretty, marked with their hickeys and bruises, waiting for your next load.

There was a dumb grin on your lips, showing your teeth which made the boy with piercings laugh as you laid on your back, Joker finally pulling out and it was like you lost a limb.

So were so empty now, his cum dribbling out of your hole, creating a damp spot on the sheets that you now gripping onto.

"Oh fuck we had no protection."

"It's okay Hajun, I'm on the pill, please fill me up again."

How were they supposed to say no?

They officially claimed you as theirs. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

You three were meant for each other.

You looked into their eyes realizing how much you love these two idiots, they warmed your heart up in the best way possible.

Your hand stroked Wooins cheek, a seductive smile sent his way as you sat up, pawing at your lovers chest, hand running down his V-line.

"You're gonna be the end of me."

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You were exhausted the next morning, the birds chirping woke you up along with the bright sun that glistened on your skin.

Opening your, only to close them again, you realized that you were wearing a oversized T-shirt and your panties, your lovers nowhere in sight.

Did they leave? Why would they do that?

Soon, you started panicking, the train of over thought thoughts making its way into your head

Were you overstepping things? Maybe they didnt want anything personal with you and just a one nighter? Maybe they hated it?

You sighed, tired. Placing your face into the fresh pillow, sinking into the new bedsheets. "Y/n, baby-!" A loud yet hoarse scream startled Wooin who barged inside the room, his neck was covered in hickeys, were you that crazy last night?

Joker came in behind the shorter boy, throwing himself ontop of you, hugging you as his face nestled above your thighs, Wooin gasping in betrayal.

"Move! Stop hogging her."

No, they would never leave.

"I love you two so much."

Both of them shut up, taking minutes to process your lovely words. "W-what...did I say something wrong?" Joker looked up at you from your lap, giving your thigh a kiss after.

"...I love you more than Wooin."

A vein popped on the forehead if the boy who's name was mentioned. "That's the biggest lie!" You were engulfed in another pair of arms.

"I love you more than this weirdo."

Yeah.

After all, they belonged to you and you belonged to them.

They were in love with you and you were in love with them.

I'm so sorry if this was rushed or anything but I really wanted to get this over with BC I don't Elly write on tumblr and I only wrote the other part as a joke

BTW my smut writing got rusty since I didnt write for so lonv

I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes since this isn't edited

Tags heh

@loyard176 here you go :3

#joker windbreaker #wooin windbreaker #windbreaker #wooin x reader #webtoon #joker x reader #manhwa #smut #ignore the rest of the tags #anime and manga #wattpad #reader insert #jujutsu kaisen #divider by cafekitsune

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islandofsages · 3 months

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Hey ! Can I ask for a male!reader that is a 4th or 3rd year at the NRC (in the dorm you want), and Yuu, Grim and Ortho after seeing him just decided to adopt him like their father ?

The reader is the definition of a good father, and Yuu, Grim and Ortho made him sign the adoption contract (give by Azul).

(Maybe the reader can be the boyfriend of Idia ?)

I just want a reverse adoption with Grim, Yuu and Ortho bc they need a good father.

characters: ortho, yuu and grim with fourth year male reader

tags: platonic, fluff, fic format

warnings: none

author's notes: sorry i didnt do the characters separately, i think they would have similar reactions. also reader isnt with idia bc im keeping this blog fairly romance-free :) thank you for giving me an excuse to write fourth year reader tho, the concept is so interesting and fun to explore!! and hes not in any specific dorm, wanted to keep it ambiguous hehe. honestly this whole thing was my own spin so word count: 974 words

You haven't gone back to NRC in a while. Despite the absolute chaos that goes on way more than often in that school, you’ve grown to harbor fondness for that familiarity. Luckily, you're due for a report of the progress of your internship. Instead of merely sending an email to your professor, you’ll go meet up with him yourself and check up on your underclassmen (maybe even get to know the freshmen) in the meantime.

You are just one of the many seniors of NRC but you found that your dorm members are quite fond of you for whatever reason. So when you come back for that short time period, a few of them come to greet you and catch up with you. Apparently, the abandoned dorm is now occupied by not one but two new students. You didn't even know there was an abandoned dorm!

“One of them can't even use magic and came from a different universe or something? And one of them is literally a magical monster! The school totally got weirder when you left, (Y/N),” one of your dorm members explains. You try to imagine it in your head. Yeah, no, if nobody told you that’s exactly what happened, you wouldn’t have known. You only believe the dorm member because you trust them enough.

“Oh, and remember Idia? The one with the robot brother? He’s a housewarden now. And his brother's a student now. He's an actual freshman,” more gossip makes their way to you. Your eyes widen at the news. You feel like you may remember them, the Shroud brothers - you could tell Idia was trying really hard to stay on the down low so you did him a favor and left him alone for the most part.

You don’t stay at your dorm for very long - you did come to NRC for a reason - and that was to send in that report of yours. Though you already dropped it off before checking up on your underclassmen, you plan just walking around school and taking in the sights that were once so familiar to you. And you haven’t even really graduated yet.

You walk down the hallways and say hi to whoever you recognize, basking in that comfortable familiarity. Some friendlier students stop to chat with you and to be perfectly honest, you feel a little old compared to everyone. You don’t mind but what’s rubbing it in is how some of the students are calling you “Dad” to tease you. You know they’re being playful for the most part but you can’t help but feel a little awkward with the nickname.

Then you run into those three.

You recognize the younger Shroud brother - hard not to with his flames for hair - but you can only guess the other two are the new students occupying that abandoned dorm; one’s uniform seems foreign and the other is not even remotely humanoid. They're definitely eye-catching, especially together. And apparently, you're pretty eye-catching too, with the way they lay their eyes on you while you were talking to another student.

The younger Shroud brother leads the group as they make their way to you excitedly. You're already preparing yourself for what you assume is a normal conversation with these kids. Too bad normal is the wrong thing to expect from these three, you will come to know.

“(Y/N)! You’re back at school!” The younger Shroud - Ortho, that’s his name - exclaims as he flies slightly upwards, happy to see you again. The other two look at you curiously, head tilted to the side and all. You offer them a jolly laugh as you tell the other two who you are and update all of them of how your internship is going. They’re eerily silent when you’re relaying your story but you appreciate not being interrupted. ‘What polite freshmen,’ you thought.

Until they aren’t, because they interrupt you with-

“Can you adopt us?!”

Their eyes twinkle as they clasp their hands together and gaze at you with their best puppy-eye look. Oh, they’re being genuine. This is escalating way too quickly - the nickname was weird enough, you’re not sure what to feel about a bunch of age-ambiguous freshmen wanting a fellow (though presumably older) student to adopt them. You sigh and put on your best smile so as to not disappoint them.

Truth be told, it really isn’t as bad or weird as it sounds. People were already teasing you about it so might as well run along with it. But still. Legally adopting these freshmen would still be too much for you to handle. After all, you’re still going to be preoccupied with your internship. You won’t be present for most of their school years and the last thing you want to be is a father who forgot to bring the milk back home.

You tell them you will think about it, in case they were actually joking and you’re somehow dumb enough to not catch on. They agree to allow you to take your time… but then they start muttering about “getting a contract from Azul” and you immediately step in to stop them from taking any drastic measures.

After that whole ordeal, you leave school more exhausted than you thought you would be. After all, three freshmen literally asked you to become their father and adopt them and were about to get you to agree to some contract. But then, you find out, they turn out to be the best children you’ve ever had.

They can be a handful, sure - Ortho is way too curious for his own good sometimes, Grim can’t sit still and picks fights with people often, and Yuu is… Yuu. Being a single father is definitely not the easiest thing to do with them as your children.

Yet you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic twst x reader #platonic twisted wonderland x reader #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #ortho shroud #ortho shroud x reader #yuu twst #grim twst

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fabled-fiction · 11 months

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Hiii!! I saw ur across the spiderverse update and I was wondering if you could do Hobie Brown headcanons for maybe a reader in his Earth who’s more techy, and works in like DJ or Techno themed music. It’d be pretty kool

Soundwaves

Hobie Brown x Techy!DJ!Reader Headcanons

Summary: Headcanons for a Techno DJ reader on Hobie’s Earth. How y’all go from strangers, to friends, to something else entirely ❤️💙

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: N/A (could possible have SPOILERS for ATSV but Im pretty sure there isnt)

A/N: I KINDA WENT OVERBOARD??? I had alot of fun writing this and hope it meets expectations!! ☺️

— When you live on an Earth thats as messed up (politically) as Earth 138 you have to find an out. Something to keep you from going crazy.

— For you that was music.

— More specifically techno.

— It was just, easy for you to sit down and plug yourself into your already well loved computer and not come out until you had produced at least one or two songs.

— Soon after you realized you could do so much more with this music.

— It start out small. You would show a few friends, who would show other friends. And soon after that it started to snowball.

— You were starting to hold “shows” if thats what you could call it. After Dark DJ sessions and Midnight rave rallys.

— It was just the beginning of the role you would take though.

— After a while you had started to spread this message through your music. Your flyers for your shows started to also be flyers for change.

— And soon enough you caught the eye of a certain spider. Who’s message wasn’t so different from yours.

— Especially when you were holding an exclusively inclusive rally in an old abandoned Fisk tower.

— He was curious how the hell you were gonna get in the building, it was guarded per say but it had locks even he couldn’t break.

— But as he watched you, he was impressed with how you worked your way around the keypad.

— You had this small little mechanism, which he could tell was homemade, that you plugged into the devices. All you had to do was press a few buttons and reprogram it.

— With two zaps you were in, and the keycards with your calling-card that were on the flyers handed out on it made much more sense now.

— The show itself was probably the hardest you had put on. The music and the lightshow alone were impressive. He especially had a good view from above in the rafters.

— You were in your element. You were moving to the beat, your stage presence alone told him that you truly loved what you were doing.

— After everything was said and done, you stayed on that stage till the very last person left

— Or so you thought

— As you were breaking down your equipment (also all handbuilt, he’d have to figure out how you made all this bulky equipment compactable) he decided to make himself known

— Slowly, he lowered (upside down) till he was technically in front of you. You had your back turned to him though as you were clipping a particularly difficult suitcase closed

— “Need help?”

— Needless to say you were caught off guard, because you whipped around holding what looked like a keyboard ready to smack him

— Luckily he had caught your wrist, and watched as the electronic face on your own mask turned from an angry emoticon to surprised.

— Were you surprised that THE Spiderman was at your show? Yes and No.

— While you’re sure your music wasn’t his style, based off his spike hawk and battle vest, you were sure that your views matched up.

— “Ive got it, thanks though.”

— With one more press of a button, everything else collapsed down. You were left with only two suitcases to carry.

— “‘ow you do all that? Its quiet impressive.”

— “Its quite simple, I could show you sometime.”

— That small little interaction would later spiral into an interesting friendship between the two of you

— While he never called you his person in the chair, he did find himself often coming to or contacting you whenever there was a code he couldnt crack or a person he needed identifying

— And whenever you needed a little extra help spreading the word about another one of your rave rallys there was no doubt he would have a handful of flyers accidentally falling out of his arm as he was swinging

— The night you both showed each-other your faces definitely solidified your friendship

— You were working on a new track, headphones plugged in when your phone started buzzing.

— SPIDEY P: open the window

— When you opened said window, (mask on btw) he had rushed in and then slammed it shut

— He had drew your curtains shut and grabbed your dresser, sliding it infront of your window

— You were very confused

— But when he had explained to you that Osborn had gotten wind of him and your friendship he apparently raced right over to your place

— While you were now a little scared for your life, you were more flattered

— It seemed like he had raced right over, cause he was huffing and puffing as he leaned on the edge of the bed

— “What if I…showed you my face? That way you could know like…who to look out for?”

— You could tell your question had caught him off guard, but he didn’t hesitate to reach for the edge of is his mask. And your were just as quick to reach to the clip on the back of yours

— Maybe this is also when your relationship…changed

— Not only because you both were seemingly breathtaken by both of eachother but…the fact the fact that you both had without question went to rip your masks off

— It was a raw…personal type of respect that had been shown that night

— Afterwards Hobie (whos named you had learned literal seconds after the mask off) started coming over more

— It was usually in the after hours, he would come and relax. You both would start getting to know each-other more personally.

— He started giving you samples to include in your sets, and you EVENTUALLY got him to download some of your songs

— The first time he takes you web swinging you swear you almost lost your life

— Despite the fact that he was holding onto you with dear life

— Because at this point he wouldn’t know how to react if he accidentally got you hurt

— Thats why he rushed over as fast as he could when he saw a screencap of you at one of your shows

— Whenever he went to your place, and your curtains were open he’d take a moment just to watch you in your natural element.

— He loved it when he was listening to one of your songs, and he heard his sample mixed in perfectly

— Your medleys and his always seemed to blend into each other perfectly, despite being from almost two completely different genres

— You started to notice how your heart would flutter whenever you saw him in the rafters of yourshow

— Especially if he shows up as Hobie?? OH BOy does your heart pick up

— You noticed he started being…closer? He would put his hand on the small of your back or between your shoulderblades whenever he would lean over to look at your computer

— He would “accidentally” leave one of his spiked cuffs behind, and lemme tell you he knew you would wear it so you wouldnt forget to give it to him

— So when he sees you wearing it at one of your shows (since it had become almost a tradition for him to help you pack up after a show) his heart always feels like its gonna jump outta his chest

— You guys dance around each other for a while. You both know theres gotta be SOMETHING there. You’ve both noticed the how soft you’ve come around each other

— Both your smiles become sweeter. You hug him for longer, you grip onto him just a bit tighter when he takes you out swinging to his favorite spots.

— Those are your favorite hang out nights. When you just go to sit ontop of whatever building or tower Hobie decided to take you too. Sometimes he even takes you to a tower thats right across from an art piece he had dabbled with.

— It all comes to a boiling point though, one night when you were on a call with Hobie as he was slinging around.

— You’re talking his ear off about some new sound board you were thinking about getting. He was eating it up.

— But then he starts breaking up, and you hear alot of scuffling. When he completely cuts out you lose it.

— You cant go out there, you dont have any weapon of any sort. You also know Hobie would lose it if you put yourself in danger because of him

— So all you can do is keep restarting his tracker and hope he’s okay

— You’re on your apartment fire escape in an instant just waiting for him to come back after a while, to keep yourself from going crazy

— You knew he would, especially since you cut out

— So when he slowly comes into your view, with his mask half down he smiles at you.

— He…SMILES?? SERIOUSLY??

— You don’t know what to say as you stare at him with tears in your eyes, but he does apparently

— He was always a man of action, actions do speak louder than words

— He had pulled the bottom of his mask down just enough to show the bottom half of his face

— And then he’s kissing you, his gloved hand coming to hold the side of your face. It takes you a second before you react, but then you go to hold the edge of his mask and really just sink into the moment

— After that your dynamic changes. You two become MUCH closer physically, share more private kisses and nights actually spent together.

— Those late night swings turn into dates on top of buildings, where he will sometimes (usually every time) play a song for you

— You are permanently always wearing one of his cuffs

— And suddenly the infamous Spiderman has a new patch on his battle vest, that has your stage name on it

#marvel x reader #x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #headcanon #hobie brown headcanons

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sturnlova · 2 months

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We have no alone time

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, new to writing, not proof read all the way)

( Word count : 737)

( Send requests!!!)

Y/N POV:

Me, Chris, Matt and Nick were in the car driving to target as Nick said he “needed” to get a weighted stuffed animal because seeing me and Chris together made him suicidal. Me and Chris just giggled due to Nicks dramatic ass sentence.

We were around 5 minutes away from target, Chris had his hand on my thigh reaching higher to my dripping pussy. Luckily no one saw it as Chris made Nick sit in the front with Matt.

Matt had finally pulled in the parking lot and i knew i wasn’t gonna be able to last over 10 minutes without having Chris in me, and Chris knew this so he made an excuse for us to stay in the car for we could have our fun 😉. “Matt, Y/N isn’t feeling that well can we just stay in the car, just pass us the keys and we will lock it for you.” Chris spoke lying through his teeth. The oldest brother and the middle child looked at me and then his youngest brother and threw us the keys to walk off to target.

I knew this was the right opportunity, i wasted no time to straddle Chris’ lap. “ So needy aren’t we, making me lie to my brothers for i can fuck you in the car that our family and our friends sit in?” Chris’ words just made me more wet as the seconds went on.

I took his belt off along with my tiny black shorts, didn’t need to worry about underwear as i wasn’t wearing any because i claimed to Chris that i needed fresh air. The blue eyed boy pushed 2 fingers in me without a warning but who was i to complain i was begging for this. I moaned his name repeatedly as his fingers went faster in me.

I stopped Chris mid way and holy shit was he confused. He asked me if something was wrong and if i wanted him to stop. I told him i just need his cock in me and i knew he needed my pussy due to the big tent in his pants at this point. He put his pants ankle length and slipped his length in me easily as i was stretched and wet.

“ fuck f-fuck Chris i’m so close don’t stop, ugh fuck “ i moaned repeatedly along with whimpers due to me barely able to keep my composure, Chris just kept going kissing my cervix with his pink tip as he grunted in my ears. I could see his dick in my stomach, it just turned me on even more. Chris saw his dick in my stomach and pressed down on it to make lose it even more.

His thrusts got sloppy, he knew i was about to cum and i knew he was close. i begged for him to let me cum. Chris spoke with no patience “ cum on my cock now, i want to see you finish.” I couldn’t resist it so i finished along with him. Our faces had pleasure written all over it as his cum dripped out of me onto his bare thighs and the sweat rolled down our foreheads. Chris noticed that our cum was getting on him and used his middle finger to shove it right back in, i was so fucking sensitive i just yelped out as i was so sensitive.

He put my black shorts back on me and pulled his pants back on in a hurry as we saw Matt and Nick walking back to the car. We readjusted ourselves in the seats as Chris unlocked the car for his older brothers can get in.

As soon as Nick and Matt both sat down and put music on Nick yelled in fear like it was the end of the world “ YOU GUYS FUCKED IN HERE Y/N ISNT SICK ! YOU MONSTERS PLEASE TELL THERES NOT A MESS AND THAT YOUR GONNA CLEAN THE CAR EWWWWWWWW” me and Chris bursted out laughing and matt just screamed along with nick adding on to his points.

Me and Chris side eyed each other until Chris said “ there wont be a mess because i pushed it right back up in her pretty pink pussy 😊 “ i smacked Chris’ chest to tell him to shut up. “ To be fair we have no alone time we had to fuck somehow” I said adding to the conversation. Matt said “ please shush i don’t wanna hear about how you guys fuck and what y/n pussy looks like.” Matt started driving in a hurry to get out the car soon as possible. Me and Chris just held hands all the way home knowing we were going for round to in the shower…

(i hoped you guys liked that and i pray for requests guys!!)

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #romantic #nick sturniolo #sturnlova

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kisses4lao · 5 months

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please some vampire bi-han? 🙏🏻

You guys just can't get enough of the vampire writings smh y'all need Jesus(it's me, I'm Jesus and I'm writing this for you because I need it too)

Tw/cw: THIS ISNT GONNA BE AN NSFW BC I ACTUALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS FULL OF STORY!!! IF YOU WANT AN NSFW VERSION, PLEASE ASK ME!!! OR DONT IDC, you guys know the drill by now cmon (highly influenced by Angel from BTVS SUE ME IDC HES HOT)

Not proofread

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Your relationship with Bi Han is a lot more complicated that it would be with Kung Lao or Raiden. He'd often times only visit you at night, and he'd only stay for a few hours.

It all started when you were walking home. Alone, in the dark, not a good match for a young woman. This was proven correct by you almost getting hurt in an accident, but luckily Bi Han was there to save you.

You begged and pleaded with him to tell you someway you could make it up to him. If it wasn't for him, you'd be dead! You thought you owed him your life.

After a few minutes of your back and forth, you saying he deserved something while he said he didn't need anything, you settled on taking him out for coffee.

You guys sat at that cafe for nearly 3 hours just talking. Talking about everything you guys could think of. At the end of the night, which only ended because the cafe was closing, he walked you home.

You didn't think much of it, you'd known each other on a first name basis by now and he just wanted to be nice.

Or at least, that's what you thought. He would show up every night after that, the exact same time, the exact same way, asking the exact same thing. "Would you like to join me for coffee?" Those words would ring in your head in the morning, he just kept coming back, asking the same thing over and over.

You didn't mind it, but at the same time, you found it odd. This man you knew for only 3 hours would come to your house every night, take you out for coffee, pay for everything, take you back home, and wouldn't talk to you again till the next night. Something about him was off, very off, but you didn't know what.

It's not that you didn't feel safe around him, you did, but there was something he wasn't telling you. You knew he wanted to, he just couldn't.

One night, he told you he was a private investigator, even going as far as to show you his official badge. You wanted to know more about it, considering most of the time he'd just ask about you and not talk about himself much.

He went on to say that he'd usually investigate disappearances, murder cases, and even paranormal activity sometimes. Bi Han continued by saying he'd often take care of the source of the crime before the police got to it, somehow always finding out inside information.

You were completely intrigued. You wanted to see him in action, but he said that would be too dangerous for you. He gave you his business card and walked you back home, telling you to swing by his headquarters tomorrow morning and he'll tell you everything you need to know about him.

He said it in such a serious way it sent chills down your spine. This was an offer you couldn't miss. You got up early just to be there on the time you agreed on, walking into I nearly organized office area.

Oddly enough, however, all of the blinds on the windows were completely closed. You thought this was extremely odd, wondering why, but before you could go too deep into thought, you could see Bi Han in the corner of your eye.

"Care for some coffee?" He says with a playful smirk as he points to the full coffee pot on his end table.

He had given you a small tour before taking you to the lower part of the building. "This is where I live, train, sleep, shower, everything. Call it a basement, I call it home."

To be fair, it was a finished basement, completed with rug and hardwood floors and even a spruce ceiling, at least he has taste.

He showed you around even more and ended the tour at his bedroom. "This is my bedroom. I like to keep it simple, but the bed is comfortable, I swear. It's memory foam."

He smiles at you before taking you to the small couch in his living room. He sat you down, and turned to you with a very serious look on his face.

"Y/n, there's something I've been keeping from you. Something I need to tell you. We've known each other for a while now," it's true. You guys have been seeing each other for coffee for the past 4 weeks. This is the very first time you've ever seen him in the day time, odd considering he'd never missed a day of taking you out.

"I know this is gonna sound insane, and I have proof, but I need you to trust me." He let out a deep sigh before continuing, "I'm a vampire."

You just looked at him, in complete disbelief. Not for the reasons you should be, though. You were wondering if he was joking or not.

"Are you being serious? Do you genuinely expect me to believe that?" You said as you chuckle into your hand a bit. He face only grew more serious as he took your hand and led you upstairs, going to the side of one of the windows before opening the blinds and letting you see as his hand began to sizzle. He let out a small gasp of pain as he pulled away, hand now smoking because of the heat.

You were in shock. You still didn't completely believe him, however. "Maybe you just have a skin condition, that doesn't mean anything."

You didn't want to believe the man that you had been talking to for so long was a FUCKING VAMPIRE. it was hard to come to terms with really.

He walked over to you slowly, holding up his hand as the smoldering wound miraculously healed in seconds.

He grabbed your hands, taking them in his as he makes eye contact with you. His gaze softens as he can see the uncertainty in your eyes.

He opens his mouth slowly, showing his retractable fangs. That's it. You were convinced. You gasped as he let go of you, letting you have your space.

"I know this might be a lot to take in, but I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I still care about you."

You genuinely don't know how to feel, conflicted by someone you thought you could trust. How did he go so long without telling you about this? It honestly hurt you to know that he was keeping this from you.

"I think we should have some time off from each other. I need a bit to process this, it's a lot to take in all at once." He could hear fear in your voice, and it broke his heart knowing he was the cause of it.

He nodded his head, watching as you left the building. He leaned back on his desk, wondering what he could've done better, wondering what he could've done to make you feel more safe.

He was going to make it up to you somehow, he just knew you needed time. He was patient, but after waiting so long to make you his, his patience is wearing thin. Very thin.

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A/n: boom shaka laka

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #bi han x you #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han #mortal kombat bi han #bi han mortal kombat

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greenhappyseed · 4 months

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MHA 409 Review — The Extra and the Pebble

Ch 409 is a really interesting continuation of the action in 405-406, prior to the AFO backstory in 407-408. These few panels of Yoichi and AFO in the OFA-AFO mind palace (406 on the right; 409 on the left) tell us a LOT about AFO and how he’s been affected by Katsuki.

I’m not even sure what’s left of AFO. Is he fully baby-fied now? Is he down on the ground like Toya and Himiko? Throughout the chapter, it looked like AFO was gaining a pupil in his right eye, which is the one Katsuki doesn’t have at the moment. Is this just clever art mirroring or hinting at AFO’s next move????

Unlike 407-408, this chapter focuses on Katsuki. I don’t think it tells us something we didn’t already know — Katsuki was born to a couple with a happy, functional marriage who loved and wanted him. He has a strong and versatile quirk. He’s powerful, smart, and strategic. And yet, at the start of the story all those advantages combined made him more of a brat than a hero. But it’s different now. The final page really shows how Katsuki has connected it all. See how the lines of his explosion frame the rest of the page? How the left line points directly to his dialogue about not being alone? And below Katsuki are all the influences that have supported him — All Might, his parents, and Yoichi/OFA (via Izuku).

Katsuki is going all out at the end, breaking his right arm (again) but able to pull off one last huge blast due to the brace All Might gave him (like Izuku using Melissa’s gauntlets in Two Heroes). If his gambit of dropping sweat beads in AFO’s mouth didn’t pay off, he would have delivered the blast sooner, but luckily his ploy worked.

FWIW, Katsuki dropped the beads in AFO’s mouth right when AFO was shouting about Kudou and Katsuki said his name was Kacchan, because Kacchan is a clever kid.

Katsuki is also acknowledging directly that he could not have soloed AFO. Even though he’s awesome, there’s a limit to what he (or ANY one person, including All Might) could do alone. Seeing as Yoichi’s message to Izuku has always been, “You are not alone,” it further emphasizes how Katsuki has grown to adopt the spirit of OFA. The kid who thought needing help was a sign of weakness, and who thought Izuku holding out a hand was mocking him, now understands the importance of accepting that hand. Standing on the shoulders of giants helps one see further. :)

Moreover, Katsuki is now motivated by helping Izuku and getting out of Izuku’s way. Izuku isnt the pebble in Katsuki’s path — Katsuki is the one in the way of Izuku. Back when 362 dropped, I wrote about how Katsuki’s death was very Buddhist in that he had to lose all his physical attachments (including his body and quirk) to achieve a spiritual awakening. It seems like that worked, and now Katsuki is genuinely, truly appreciating all the gifts he has, as well as his role as a piece of something bigger. He’s no longer demanding that others get out of his way, but rather thinking about when HE has to move for someone else. The kid who pathologically couldn’t walk behind someone else is now able to get out of his own way AND clear the path for others.

This fits the pattern we’ve seen numerous times in the final arc with a hero accepting a villain’s taunt in order to defeat them. Of course Katsuki takes a different tactic than, say, Shoto (“A half-baked dummy, that’s me”). Katsuki yells he’s the final boss, he’s not a filler character, etc. But the point is the same. Katsuki is accepting he has one quirk; he’s NOT physically bound to the OFA-AFO quirk; he IS a pebble compared to AFO. His role IS to support Izuku….and it takes absolutely nothing away from him whatsoever. Katsuki has his stupid awesome quirk, his intelligence, his strength, his commitment, and people who care about him. He can play his part to the best of his ability and deliver a big win for the heroes.

#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha 409 #mha 409 #Katsuki bakugo #Kacchan #gemg dynamight #AFO #all for one #bnha meta #mha meta

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ufoend · 1 year

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∆ please help us

we can not afford any of our basic needs

i usually try to keep this as light as possible, but i have put this off for long enough that i have to post this. me and my partner desperately need help. we are just two gay people trying to make it alone here with absolutely no support system. *remaking because the first post died

who we are: im j (or jet), im 24 year old trans guy whose had this account since 2014. i married my partner in 2018, we even met on tumblr when we were younger, we've been together for years. my partner is disabled (diagnosed with autism and seizure disorder and others)

what we need: basic needs, help with vet care, dental emergency assistance and general support. our cat had an emergency surgery two years ago that means he needs to be on a prescription diet (hills urinary food) for his entire life. the vet suddenly said we need to bring him in again to get his prescription renewed and we cant order any more food for him until then, which he will not survive without, and he is not allowed to eat any alternative food without risking his life. we have less than half of a 8 lb bag of it which will not last him through the next month. with the vet, food, and ubers to get to the vet and to the only place they sell the food = 200

to try to summarize our situation, we were kicked out by family and made officially homeless for the first time last year. this is right after we moved across states (wa to az) to support my partners family upon their request, only to be subjected to abuse and kicked out directly due to homophobia in an unfamiliar state after a few months. this left both of us and all of our animals entirely homeless. we luckily have an apartment now but our situation isnt stable. we lost all of our belongings at this time, everything we had built, and have not been able to replace them as we have very fixed income. my partner is especially affected by this situation, as it was traumatizing, and they have just had to power through trauma after trauma because of poverty, more than i can say.

i also have severe and painful dental problems that are not covered by medicaid in az and i have no way to afford. this includes wisdom teeth, root canals, and many cavities that will turn into that crazy expensive treatment if i don't fix it. some may remember my post about this (+this) showing the work i need. i cant keep ignoring it, because they are worried about two of the cavities becoming root canals, and i want to prevent another infection, but thats at least 250 each i also lost a cap and need to replace it to save the tooth, but that's at least 600.

we are still not going to be able to afford rent in future months because our EBT was delayed last month and i had to spend money we don't have, and without student loan forgiveness, my partner will not have loans anymore so we are in serious jeopardy even affording rent, let alone bills. our pets (2 cats 1 small dog) also desperately need vaccinations, which is dangerous to keep going this overdue without with their health problems. our dog has also been limping for the past week and he needs to be seen when that is ever possible, at least 65 plus ubers.

any donations would go first to the vet appointment and cat food, then the other needs in order of priority. will keep updating this, i know its a lot and i really don't expect anything as i know it's well over 1000 for it all, i am begging for help with any of this.

we are both students, we are trying to work towards stability, while being stuck here. i do everything i can to bring in money to support us on my own. we make 200 less than rent is monthly. i am in school to become a caseworker so i am aware of a lot of resources in my area, and have applied for everything, but we can not do this alone which is why i have to ask for help. i am so sorry for having to do this but i appreciate any support that i do have because of this website. you guys literally save my life. helping out other poor people and getting helped out on here has been the most compassion ive ever been a part of. dollars, even pennies, worth of donations has kept my cat safe, has affected me in real ways. it actually matters to us, no matter the amount.

thank you anyone who reblogs, donates anything at all, or reaches out

p*ypal email (best): [email protected]

v*nmo: @tobler707

c*shapp: $tobler707

#signal boost #please boost #please reblog #reposting because this died out #im so sorry

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sheikahwarriork · 7 months

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Do u have any dimileth headcanon??

LMAO TOO MANY. here's a brief(?) list

dimitri fell in love right away when they met but realized it only during the rain scene

byleth fell in love more slowly and realized it at the goddess tower (academy)

sylvain knew about dimitri's crush all along and kept teasing him about it but dimitri was dense and clueless and always like "i dont know what you are talking about, sylvain. my only feelings toward the professor are admiration, care, and the wish to spend all my life at her side. totally normal"

during the fishing tournament, byleth asked dimitri to keep her company. dimitri was confused, the professor always fishs alone!, but gladly accepted. she also tried to teach him how to fish but he kept broking the fishing rods

byleth always spends at least 3 hours at sunday having tea with dimitri (its me im byleth)

the first time byleth tried to make tea for dimitri, she made a chamomille too strong for a normal human to enjoy. luckily dimitri isnt normal and it was the first time in years he tasted something. byleth keeps over-pouring his chamomille just to see him enjoying some taste

dimitri cant cook for shit. byleth only knows how to stew at a campfire. dedue is their savior

(dedue knows about dimitri's crush too but doesnt tease him about it)

they love each other in every universe, in every timeline. even if they dont realize it, or one of them (dimitri) dies, they still love each other and always will.

dimileth CF: edelgard is the one who kills dimitri, byleth tries to stop her but fails, and after she spends an entire day hugging dimitri's corpse, unable to understand why her heart feels so broken (since when does she have a heart?)

dimileth VW: after the timeskip, byleth meets dimitri for the first time at the gronder. she rushes to him and hug him, whispering "i thought you were dead", and dimitri replies " i thought it about you too". then an archer hits dimitri on the back. he looses strenght on his legs. byleth starts screaming. dimitri doesnt look at her, he only says "i always wanted to dance with you" and dies. byleth turns back time till the monastery and now chooses the blue lions :)

dimileth SS: (wooo "ghost scene".) dimitri always loved the professor from afar. and hes not dead, but he knows he's about to, so he goes to the monastery to see the professor one more last time. he needs to tell her what hes doing, what hes about to do, but looses all his composture once he sees byleth smiling at him in relief (she thought he died- offscreen during gronder). ohhh but he needs to go now, he feels like that smile isnt meant for him, this isnt his- their story; maybe in another life. this is dangerous. why this urge to kiss her, why right now? he needs to go, now. "im sorry, professor. im a coward, i've always been a coward. i came here to tell you-" shes crying, shes smiling. "i love you too".

woooo too much angst. back to the romcom fluff

when byleths asks dimitri to go to the sauna with her, he heats up so fast not bc of the heat, but bc the professor is in her underwear sothis help me-

mercedes knows too. (actually every blue lions knows. theyre not very subtle) she tries to help byleth realize her feelings by talking through metaphors but byleth is too dense and she keeps wondering why mercedes always talk to her about "the goddess and her king"

during academy phase, dimileth dont kiss. but according to sylvain, they spend all the time "eyes-fucking each other". true!

their first kiss? lmao actually at the S support scene. theyre clumsy and a bit awkward- its the first kiss for both- but its also the best one of their lives. bc its the beginning of their life.

sothis hates both of them (lovingly). A LOT. she considered many times to get control over byleth's body just to make those two fuck. everytime byleth smiles under her breath when she thinks about dimitri and then wonders "what is this hot wave im feeling? must go ask manuela about it" sothis starts screaming

at the ball, dimitri spent all the night looking for the courage to ask the professor to dance. once he collected it, he sees claude dancing with the professor! (how dare he!) (why am i so jealous?!) the next time he spares with claude, claude ends up in the infirmary. "oops. my crest activated :("

they have many children and lives happily ever after forever.

("brief list" my ass.)

hope you enjoyed this! many of these hc comes from a very long fic i wrote some time ago that i still havent published, but im working on its translation (its currently only in italian) and maybe, one day, it will be on ao3. i hope so. :3

#dimileth #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimileth headcanon #fe3h #yuzu speaks #yuzu writes

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graysnetwork · 9 months

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Hey!! I recently found ur acc and I love ur writings!! I wanted to request a spider noir x reader where a bunch of creepy drunk guys tries to cat call y/n and spider noir swoops in and beats the shit out of them lol. If you can’t write anything like this that’s totally fine! Make sure to take breaks :)

Hii, tysm for the request!! Ik I lowk took a while to respond sooo…

But thanks for this idea I liked it a lot!!

Idk if you wanted me to make them in a relationship so ima do it like Tobey’s Spider-where they only know each other because he saves her a lot.

Friday, 8pm?

Info: I literally had to search up if the subways were a thing in 1933, ALSO THIS ISNT PROOF READ OR HAS GONE THROUGH GRAMMARLY SO IGNORE TYPOS OR DOUBLE WORDS

Warnings: weird creepy guys, cat calling

Summary: (the request)— as you walked out of work a bunch of creepy guys tried following you home, luckily your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man saved the day

You we’re walking out of work, it was a normal day, if you could call any day normal it’d be today, it was fresh as the sun began to set, and the sky got darker. Your shift had ended earlier than usual, so you walked out and began walking to the subway, so you could go home, and eat something as quick as possible.

You walked down the streets of the city, your bag in one hand, your waist apron in the other as you began stuffing it inside your bag along with your other possessions.

Of course this nice evening had to have turned wrong in some way, it would’ve been much more terrible if New York was invaded by a monster, but for you; New York decided to gift you with men who invaded your space.

A whistle was heard two feet away from you, before a man walked up next to you and began talking to you, saying several things; “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out right now?” The man asked, you tried walking faster but only followed “could you leave me alone?” You asked him, being nice about this never worked for you. But it was worth a try, right?

He continued following you asking more things; he was being a little too personal, and now you had to walk through several streets that led to places you didn’t even know, the one thing you didn’t want him knowing was your address so you just walked through the city, and your stomach was grumbling from how hungry you were.

You lost him eventually after a while of walking, he had lost you in the subway, which you couldn’t be more grateful for. You got on and after getting off walking through the city some more, going to your favorite pizza place, you walked out the building and once again; you were found by another, very much older man.

He couldn’t have been thirty years old, he looked much, much older than that. “What’re y’doin out tonight honey?” The man obviously sounded drunk, he put his arm around you and you took that as your cue to push him away.

“Where y’goin hon?” He asked as he jogged over to you and placed and hand on your waist. You were about to push him away again and jog or run away, but before you could even turn your head, he gasped and pulled his hand away; almost pulling you with him as he fell to the ground.

You let out a quick gasp as the man fell and went completely unconscious before you felt yourself being pulled away, you couldn’t comprehend anything before you were standing faced to face; or mask.

In front of a familiar black goggled mask. “what the hell-” you said with a sign as you realized it was Spider-man. “You okay?” He asked, his hands were placed gently on your midriff, “mhm, yeah I’m good..” you nodded at him as he looked you up and down.

“You sure..?” He asked as he continued looking you up and down “yeah, I’m fine” you reassured him “you have a thing for needing my help, huh?” He said, you could almost see the smirk form in his mask.

You chuckled and nodded “yeah, maybe, but I’m fine thank you for saving the day” you smiled at him, his knees almost buckled as your lips curled up. “So, you don’t want me to swing you home?” He asked, a smirk behind the mask, you wished you could see his face so badly right now, you always wanted to see him.

“Well, no, I’m not denying a swing home” you grinned, “so is that a yes?” He asked and you quickly responded with a nod. He held you by the waist and soon enough he had you in the alleyway, next to your complex. You two walked to the front of the bricked three story building.

“Thank you, again” you smiled at him once more, “it’s no problem, I’m Spider-Man remember?” He said as he walked back through the alleyway, you wished you could invite him inside to have a coffee, or just a conversation. But then again, you didn’t know him, he probably wouldn’t accept the invite, and you had no courage to ask.

So you walked inside and headed up the stairs to your small but cozy apartment, you immediately headed to your room to set down your bag. Noticing a shadowy figure through your window to the fire escape.

You noticed his goggles again, “you we’re waiting for me?” You asked opening the window, “you thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckled, “are you sure your not just stalking me?” you giggled, “m’no” he shook his head gently as he let out another airy chuckle.

“I’d be worried if you were” you smiled, you put your hands on the ledge and leaned a little closer to him, “I wouldn’t do that, without your permission” he said, smiling dumbly under the mask, you could here the playfulness in his voice, but also how sincere and sweet he was.

“Take me to dinner first” you smiled, feeling heat rise up your cheeks, “I could, if you wanted too” he said sweetly, “I would say yes, so you should” you leaned a little closer, you almost thought he leaned closer as well.

“I’ll get a reservation than” you could see the wide grin imprinted in his mask, it made you smile more, you nodded hoping that was a good enough response, you hoped that he couldn’t see how flustered you were beginning to look.

“I really like you..” he whispered, the smile under his mask never faded, “I, like you too” you nodded “yeah, I really, really do” you told him, leaning in closer, he noticed it this time and pulled his mask down to his nose before he leaned in and kissed you.

To say this was perfect could’ve been an understatement, but that was the only word you’d use.

You leaned closer, as much as possible, gripping the ledge of window, one of his hand let go of the web he’d been hanging (upside down) on. He placed it in the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him, as if you weren’t close enough.

You hadn’t even noticed how your hands had been holding the back of his head too, “I, uhm..” you gulped as the heat rushed to your cheeks. “So, dinner next Friday eight pm?” His grin was visible now.

You nodded smiling sheepishly, “good, I’ll make sure to forget the mask” his grin widened, “thats, good” you smiled at him. He nodded off and said his goodbye, you turned back and walked over to your dresser thinking about how

You just kissed Spider-Man.

You just kissed Spider-Man?

He watched you from the window, as you took off your work shirt, he wanted to knock on your window so badly. If only he had the courage.

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Hope y’all like thisss🙈

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #oneshot #spider man #spider man noir #spidernoir imagine #spider man noir imagine #imagine #spidernoir x reader #spider noir #spiderman noir #peter parker #x reader

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smittyw · 1 month

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i wanted to make some dinky elevator pitch introductions for my fav ocs because.. i dont talk about them very coherently it seems. or at all! what!!

to finally make up for that i'll put my extended edition under the cut below. love peace taco grease and stay frosty forever

so from what i gather in my notes, razz is the only recognizable one around here who got their lore blasted from a megaphone the second i came up with it. after that i got shy.. i was too busy having thoughts to ever explain who molly and Q were or where they came from. and its been like 2 years. well!

nat and molly are formerly codependent childhood friends and funhouse mirror versions of each other who split paths after high school. theyre like if two besties fated to be a detective duo spat on fate's shoes and ran off in different directions to do the same thing but badly & alone.. molly actually hit the books to become a private investigator, champion of truth and justice, while nat hit the pavement to become a paparazzo, champion of clickbait. they hate each other a lot but given the slightest chance they will attach at the hip again and drain the life from each other.

Q is later to the party, a terminally exhausted college dropout and shut-in with a notable (anonymous) presence in the online music scene. every slight inconvenience in his life is a straw and when the last one hits boy is he ready to just drive into the sunset or maybe the ocean or maybe just live in his car and stop talking to people forever. if the band they joined out of peer pressure makes it big or they get found out for their alter ego its so over..but luckily they started dating the most nosy and paranoid idiot alive & inadvertently pissed off the second most nosy and paranoid idiot alive in the process, so surely nothing like that could ever happen

these goobs run in slightly different circles that overlap juuust enough to be a problem, and its hard not to run into the most annoying eccentrics in their unserious version of LA slightly stuck out of time. if i were reintroducing lore important characters itd include plenty more than just them (eg freddy mysteriously missing from this description of events as if he isnt also there) but imho i have no obligation to pay attention to anything outside the range of my hyperfixation blast. the important thing to me rn is just to let yall know what the hell im talking about when i make stupid jokes everyday about girlies who dont exist <3

#ocs #oc intros #nat #molly #qamar #id in alt text #partial id #thank u for reading or if u didnt wanna read thank u for looking at them #this has been in the works for a while but in the form of much more detailed portraits i gave up on as a viable format #fuck that. maybe i'll use the wips for later tho #pls feel free to ask whatever u please about these fellers i could talk abt them for hours but i shant unprompted

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7swordsmen · 1 year

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no yeah miri's mom was NOT the ""villain"" and she definitely was not presented as such either.

with the smile spell miri mentioned earlier, and just overall despite the situation she was forced into, misaki clearly did her best with miri even with her conflicting emotions.

the only obviously "bad" choice shes made so far was sending miri, a 4 y/o all alone into the city but 💀 to some degree the thought of sending her to be with her dad is also. yeah. like shes not in a place where she can take care of miri properly, and even if miri seemed to be some sort of... bargaining chip?? miris dad has the resources to help miri more than her mom could

and kazuki isnt the ""good guy"" either nor was the situation presented as so black and white. both parties said things that they've internalized due to their own separate situations, and while kazuki was mostly projecting due to his own losses and experiences, itd be good if he manages to learn about some other worldviews.

but yeah tldr: neither misaki nor kazuki were villains, and they werent PRESENTED as such either. they just said whatever and you the viewer have to interpret it.

i am aware a lot of series often demonize women who dont want their children or are in similar situations etc. but thats not what happened here luckily

#linpost #buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #im really hoping we see her again but NOT as a guardian or whatever. maybe she can like officially ''approve'' kazurei taking miri in #or something bc she KNOWS shes not fit to take care of a child especially with her situation and mental state #and tht shouldnt be demonized #i hope she gets to reach whatever dreams she had that got put on hold :'( not miris fault but its not hers either these things have nuance #the dad kinda sucks tho as far as we can tell. as well as the other guy in the bar #but yeah even if she DOES get into a good situation they should not force her to take miri in #i honestly have some hopes for this series so i doubt they would do that but its worth saying anyway #miri deserves better but yknow shes getting it now and misaki put up with a lot and also DIDNT do a lot of worse things #miri was clothed and fed and cared for while she was with her mom #neglect is something that sucks and its really sad that miri isnt wanted bc she probably knew that #(not i want to go back with my mom but i want mom to be happy)#but misakis situation is also too bad. and kazuki losing his unborn child and projecting is also too bad. its all just too bad

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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HAII 😋‼️ so, after thinking some while- I came up with another request for yami marik!!

picture this; Reader is a mediocre, but also well acknowledged duelist in the Battle city contestant circle. And they (luckily so) got matched up to duel against their crush yami marik!! and as quickly as their duel was announced, they were already standing on the field facing off.

And yami marik (as he is) tries his little scaring spiel of; "I'll send you off to the shadow realm for eternal pain!!" and what not 😭 But reader isnt scared or made hesitant about the duel- exact opposite!! they find it hot and tease him by constantly shooting down his attempts at scaring them, by reacting bubbly or giggly- y. marik picks up and surely gets frustrated that nothing's working- but Instead of scaring, maybe flirting could work? 😋

so basically; reader just being different from all the other duelists he has fought before because of their admiration for him, and his scaring mechanism wont work cuz they find it endearing- he subtly picks up on readers crush and figured maybe flirting could work as a throwing off tactic!! everything else ensues 😋😋

(sorry if this is super unstructured and stuff 😭 i tried my best to summarize my little idea 😋😋, remember to take care!!)

Hello again! Thanks for asking for more Yugioh content. I hope you enjoy this, I tried my best to put this idea into words :)

The Battle City Quarter Finals had taken so many twists and turns it was starting to make your head spin. You were just an average duellist, but well respected amongst your peers and somehow, miraculously, you were able to claw your way to a spot in the elusive Quarter Finals. Elated didn’t even begin to describe the feelings running rampant around your body as you eagerly awaited for your match to begin. You could barely contain your excitement as you walked through the winding corridors of the Battle Ship, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you practically ran to the elevator that would take you to the duel field.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was that when you ran around the corner, you would come face to the face with the man you were supposed to duel. Marik. Or, Yami Marik. You weren’t sure. The man himself preferred the former while everyone seemed to refer to him as the latter. Marik. Yami Marik. It didn’t make a difference to you. All you knew was that when your eyes met his lavender ones, your heart skipped a beat as butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach. You were able to catch yourself before you collided with the man, hands splayed out in front of you as you dug your heels into the polished floors and skidded to a halt.

"Ah, sorry, didn’t see you there" you said with a small laugh and a flippant wave of your hand.

A soft noise stirred in the back of his throat yet he offered no response. You chanced a peek, staring up at him through your lashes and drinking in his appearance. You hadn’t been this close to him before and your nerves were set on edge by his mere presence alone. You had no idea why you were drawn to such a dark persona. You had already been asking yourself this question on repeat ever since your match was announced. You traced your eyes along his features, from the gold bands hugging his toned arms to the way his hair spiked upwards and pointed in all directions. You had been so distracted with ogling your opponent that the ding of the elevator arriving on the floor almost made you completely jump out of your own skin.

With a soft hiss the elevator doors slid open, bright lights bathing your skin in a soft glow. Without another word Marik turned towards the doors, the click of his shoes echoing in your ears and barely audible over the sound of your pulse beating frantically like the loud beat of a drum. Your eyes followed his movements as he stepped in and turned around with a flutter of vibrant purple from his cape. You stared at him dumbfounded as he gestured to the spot next to him. You were briefly broken out of your stupor, shaking your head from side to side to clear the fog clinging to the edges of your mind.

"Right, coming" you said as you hurried onto the elevator with him.

The doors slid shut only a few brief second after you entered and started to move. You plastered yourself to the opposite wall of your opponent, tense silence filling the air as you nervously twiddled with your thumbs. Goosebumps erupted over your arms from the chill clinging in the air and you couldn’t contain the spine rattling chill that crept over your body. A cold sweat was already prickling the back of your neck and your duel hadn’t even begun yet.

Marik stared at you from the corner of his eye, a smirk painting his visage at the way your body was reacting to his presence, almost as if it instinctively knew to be physically repulsed at the mere sight of him. He felt like he had already won and he didn’t even speak a word to you. Yet that still didn’t keep him from running his mouth. Even if he felt like victory was assured, he was not merciful and he had no remorse with toying with his food.

"Are you ready to play a shadow game with me?" he daunted.

Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice. Ah yes, the infamous pre duel banter. The phase before the duel had even begun. During the tournament, you had become adept at the art of trash talking with the opponent, possibly even throwing in a flirtatious comment or two if you were in a spicy mood. Unfortunately, for both you and your opponent, you had a bit of a habit of running your mouth and saying the first thing that came to mind. You didn’t have much of a filter anymore. Marik took your silence as a sign of fear and it only fuelled him further, a desire to watch you squirm as he taunted you about your inevitable fate.

"I’ll be sure to send you off to the shadow realm for eternal pain" he tormented, his mad cackles echoing in the confined spaces of the elevator.

A soft snort of laughter blew past your lips. What should have been a threatening statement was…oddly endearing to you. Perhaps all previous trash talk with your opponents had warped your perception or maybe it was because you were crushing so hard for this man that anything he did would just be met by eager enthusiasm by you. But you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking, a quiver of excitement rushing through you that the man was finally speaking to you.

"Don’t threaten me with a good time" you giggled with a playful bite to your voice.

Your response made Marik simmer down, his laughter completely fizzled out as he twisted his body in your direction. He cocked his head to the side as he gave you a puzzled look. Surely, you jest. He was expecting a terrified whimper. Perhaps even a beg for mercy if he was lucky. Your response was certainly not on the list of things he had been expecting. His eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at you. He noted the way you continued to shift your stance, unable to stand still as you flashed him a smile. He hummed in thought. Perhaps a re-evaluation was in order.

"Are you sure about that? One wrong move could cost you everything" he continued to taunt, trying to act unfazed.

"You know, you’re a little cute when you act all big and intimidating" you replied.

A frown tugged at Marik’s lips. He had never encountered someone like you before. He was able to throw many duellists off with his threats yet you seemed so unbothered by his attempts. And did you just try to flatter him? Him? You were just as bewildered as he was. You had no idea what had overcome you in that moment but you had basically just flirted with danger. Not one of the smartest decisions in your life, but oh well, you weren’t a little kid anymore. You could make your own bad decisions and have the consequences come knocking later. Marik crossed his arms over his broad chest, narrowed eyes still securitising your every move. He refused to be perturbed by you. It should be him that instilling fear. Not you. So instead, he decided that maybe a little reciprocation may just throw you off your game.

"You keep running your smart mouth like that and you will be punished" he commented.

"Okay. But can I at least be teetering on the edge of consciousness during?" you responded.

Marik tipped his head so you decide to elaborate further. "Look, punishment isn’t fun if I can’t remember it."

A loud ding cut through the ensuing silence as the elevator finally reached the top floors. You stepped out once the doors had fully opened, leaving Marik to process his raging thoughts. He watched your back as you strolled down the corridor as the elevator doors slowly slid shut and left him alone. Once his mind turned over and rebooted itself, a loud roar of laughter burst forth as his face twisted with mirth.

Oh, this was going to be an interesting duel. He couldn't wait to attempt to break you again and watch you suffocate under the pressure.

#my writing #request #yugioh #yugioh dm #yami marik x reader #yami marik #gn!reader #x reader

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spaceagerabbit · 2 years

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Three Taps, Four Taps

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Moon Knight Masterlist

relationships: jake lockley x fem! reader, (mentions of marc spector x fem! reader and steven grant x fem!reader)

summary: this was the one night that this shouldn’t have happened on. this night was meant to be special, and harrow’s followers just had to ruin it. luckily for y/n, jake would do anything to protect her.

warnings: panic attack, very slight insinuation of sex, mentions of canon-type violence, fluffy jake lockley, jake calms reader down from panic attack, y/n goes non verbal during panic attacks, hurt/comfort

A/N: hoo boy, i wrote this completely out of the blue. i have school tomorrow but you know what?? there isn’t enough fluffy jake. i will say this only once (that’s definitely a lie), JAKE ISNT AN EVIL ALTER!!! HE IS THE PROTECTOR OF THE SYSTEM!!! also i don’t know spanish so please correct me if i’m wrong!! enjoy!!

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This is not how this was supposed to go.

This was the first night in a long while that Jake and Y/N had to themselves between Jake ‘working’ for Khonshu, allowing time for both Steven and Marc to front and spend time with Y/N, and Y/N having work.

This was meant to be their special date night and it was going just as planned. Y/N ogled Jake after he got out of the shower, Jake wolf whistled Y/N after she got out of the shower, they helped each other get all dressed up, and they went out for a nice dinner at a not-too-expensive restaurant that Y/N had noticed on a drive with him a few weeks back.

They were taking a shortcut through an alleyway so they could get back to the apartment quicker and have a little, ahem, alone time.

So why the hell did a small group of Harrow’s remaining followers have to ruin the entire night?

Jake quickly pushed Y/N behind him, shielding her while keeping a firm grip on her wrist. His relaxed, happy expression dropped completely, replaced with furrowed brows and a stony, watchful glare.

The first follower charged forward. And then the next. And then the next. Jake pushed Y/N towards the entrance to the alley in an attempt to keep her away from the conflict. With his attention skewed between watching Y/N and fighting off the group, one of the followers punched him in the temple and rushed toward Y/N. They had almost reached her, taking their knife out of the holster on their waist, but Jake reached them first. He pulled them by their shirt towards a brick wall with such immense force that that they lost their breath, crumpling over to their side on the ground.

“I’ll come back to you”, Jake thought, drawing his attention back to the remaining people surrounding him. He threw himself back into the fight, grabbing the first person to charge at him and smashing their head into the brick wall next to him. Blood spilled from their temple and Jake threw them away from him, pulling his handgun from the holster around his ankle. He shot them with scary precision, focusing on the next person. And then the next. And the next. Until there was only one left, the one who had almost hurt his Y/N. Jake looked them dead in the eye with an unwavering stare that seemed to look into their very soul. “Te veré en el infierno,” were the final words they ever heard before Jake pulled the trigger, spoken so coldly that you would think the place he spoke of was frozen over completely.

Y/N’s chest felt tight, as if a snake had been squeezing her torso in its grip. She fell to the ground, bringing her knees to her chest in a subconscious attempt to feel safer. Tears began to well up and spill out of her normally starry, bright eyes as she fixed her stare on the ground, unable to bring herself to look at anything else.

Jake turned around, his hat falling to the ground, revealing his concerned yet hardened expression. Without a second thought, he rushed over and squatted in front of her, one knee on the ground keeping him stable. He gently gripped Y/N’s upper arms and she brought her teary gaze up to his face, eyes moving back and forth on his features in a panic.

When she was finally able to get herself to move her arms, she threw them around Jake’s neck and pulled him close. “Oh baby, I’m here, I’m right here,” Jake said as he pulled her body into his chest even more, rubbing her back with his now ungloved hand. Y/N closed her eyes tight, tears spilling out even more than before. “Baby, I need you to breathe with me, okay? We’re gonna breathe together,” Jake said in a deep and gentle tone while still holding her close. Y/N nodded, it was all she could do right now.

“Ok baby here we go. Remember, four seconds in, hold, four seconds out,” he reminded Y/N. Jake took a deep breath in for four seconds, filling his lungs all the way and he felt Y/N do the same. They both held their breath for a few seconds, and then began to release the breath again. Repeat. They breathed in for four seconds, held for a few, and then released. Repeat.

The pair repeated this process several times, neither of them paying any mind to the garbage filled, dirty alleyway they were sat in. To Jake, all that mattered was helping her. He would forsake everything, he would beg Khonshu on his hands and knees to protect her, even if it was at the cost of his own life. To him, she was the only real thing that mattered aside from Steven and Marc. Her softness compared to no other, and to him, the horrible things he did to pay his debt to Khonshu were all worth it to be able to be held in her warm and comforting embrace each night he fronted.

To her, Jake was safety. If there were anyone she would come running to time and time again when she was afraid, it was him. He held her with such care and such love like no one else ever had. He looked at her as if she had hung all the stars in the sky. There was never any judgement, never any scorn in his gaze when she revealed her imperfections to him. He instead gently traced all the areas that she hated the most and told her all of the ways that they were perfect. Here he was again, saving her from the most horrible of situations, all without a single complaint or judgemental glare thrown her way.

As Y/N’s breathing slowed, Jake slowly pulled back to look at her face. He brought his hand that wasn’t stroking her back up to her cheek, cradling it with care. Y/N still couldn’t speak, too in shock to be able to, but it didn’t matter to Jake. He would do the talking for the both of them for now, until Y/N was safe again. Jake kissed her forehead with a sort of firm gentleness that only he could achieve, and he once again gripped Y/N’s upper arms, helping her up off the dirty concrete. “Do you think you can walk or should i give you a piggyback ride?” Jake said half jokingly, a cheeky gleam in his eye. Y/N smiled slightly, the tension breaking down around them. She motioned for him to turn around, and Jake did what he was asked. He felt Y/N press her hands on his shoulders in a silent motion for him to crouch down. He crouched and held his arms out behind his back, patiently waiting for her to hop on his back. She clambered her way on to his back, putting her arms securely around his neck.

Jake picked his hat up from where it fell on the ground, brushing it off on his pants quickly with one hand. “Alright my lady, I’ll be your chauffeur this evening,” Jake said jokingly, placing his hat on his head and tugging it into place, “where shall we go?”. She smiled a bit more, placing her head against the back of Jake’s neck and nuzzling her cheek against the skin. She tapped the left side of his collarbone three times with her hand. Jake smiled softly to himself. He tapped four times on her thigh, and he felt her smile against his neck.

I love you.

I love you too.

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