#...it probably wouldn’t work anyway… probably

[ridingreeves]

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈➤𝟤

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－𝖤𝗅𝗂𝗃𝖺𝗁*𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾*𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗑 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒－𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾－𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾，𝖭－𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾，𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝖾𝗑 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾，𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋

A/N- im not good at part two's so i hope you enjoy it 𝖾𝗏𝖾�� 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽❤︎︎

Smoke’s name lit up your phone just after 11 p.m.

You were already turned away from the light, arm tucked under your pillow, trying to pretend the day didn’t shake you. But that name on your screen?

It flipped your whole body heat like a switch.

You groaned and answered anyway. “What, Elijah?”

Smoke chuckled, low and gravelly like he’d been waiting for you to cave. “Damn. Full government? You mad or tryna be professional?”

“I’m tryna go to sleep.”

“Yeah? Thought maybe you was waitin’ on him to get home. But that nigga probably still somewhere drinkin’ kombucha and talkin’ about tax brackets.”

You sighed, loud. “What do you want?”

“You doin’ somethin’ Saturday?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I said—Saturday. You busy?”

You sat up a little. “Why?”

“Family cookout,” he said like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just turned your whole emotional equilibrium inside out hours earlier. “Stack throwin’ some ribs on the grill, aunties bringin’ plates, kids gon’ be in the yard actin’ up… you know the drill.”

Your voice flattened. “So? What’s that got to do with me?”

Smoke hesitated, just for a second. Then came the truth.

“Wanna see you there.”

You nearly laughed. “Why would I come to your family cookout?”

“Because you family,” he said, voice low and firm. “Still my son’s mama. Still got my last name. And ‘cause you already know my people been askin’ about you.”

“Oh, have they?” you said, sarcastically.

“Yup,” he said. “Aunt Dee talkin’ ��bout how you used to bring them red velvet cupcakes, askin’ if you finally left that boy who look like he drive a Prius and listen to meditation playlists.”

You sighed. “Smoke…”

“Look, I’m not askin’ you to come over here and confess your love. I’m sayin’… I'm taking lil man. Come eat. Chill. Be around folks who know you.”

“And him?” you asked.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

Smoke scoffed. “Man, he not invited. Hell, if he pull up in them tight-ass pants talkin’ about chakras, Stack gon’ put him on the grill next to the sausages.”

Despite yourself, you snorted.

“C’mon,” Smoke said, quieter now. “You ain’t gotta stay long. Just come through. Our boy gon be running around with his cousins. Let your hair down.”

“I don’t know…”

“Let me make it easy,” he said, voice slick now, confident. “If you don’t pull up Saturday, Stack gon’ post that baby picture of you at our gender reveal. The one where you fell asleep holdin’ that blue onesie with cupcake on your face.”

“You wouldn’t dare—”

“I already sent it to his phone.”

“Smoke!”

He laughed. Like deep, belly-rolling, “I got her” laughed.

“That’s dirty.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But it’s family business, right?”

You were quiet for a long moment. The idea of seeing them all again—his people, your people once upon a time—was dangerous. You knew that. Knew it’d be stepping back into something you worked too hard to walk away from.

But also?

You missed them.

You missed you—the version of you who laughed too loud on plastic lawn chairs with a cup full of spiked sweet tea. The you who wore crop tops and hoop earrings without worrying about what her new man would think.

“…What time?”

Smoke didn’t say “I knew you’d come,” but you could hear it in the way he exhaled through a grin.

“Three. Bring some of that pasta salad they always beg you for.”

You sighed again, but softer this time. “You better not start with me when I get there.”

“I won’t,” he said, voice low. “I’ma just be happy to see you. And maybe… remind you what you walked away from.”

You shook your head. “You never stop, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you? Nah.”

You didn’t say goodbye. You just hung up and stared at the ceiling in the dark, heart pounding louder than it should’ve been.

SATURDAY

The music hit you before you even turned onto the street—classic Frankie Beverly & Maze, the anthem of every Black barbecue across the country. You rolled down the window a little and smiled despite yourself.

You hadn’t even parked before your son ran to your car.

“They got the bouncy house again.”

“Do they,” you said, trying to keep it cool.

He lit up like a firecracker anyway. “YESSS!”

You parked down the block. Far enough away to feel like you could slip out if things got weird. Close enough to be seen.

And oh, you were seen.

Stack spotted you first, posted by the grill with a white towel over his shoulder and a pair of tongs in one hand.

“Look what the wind blew in!” he yelled, grinning. “Look at her—comin’ through with the thighs out like she ain’t been missed!”

 “So where yo’ boyfriend at? He don’t do sun, or he just allergic to bein’ useful?”

You rolled your eyes. “He had to work.”

Stack laughed like that was the funniest lie he’d ever heard. “Of course he did. Probably somewhere tryna sell somebody an extended warranty.”

“Stack—”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your sunglasses. “Don’t start.”

Stack came over to you, watching your boy run back with his cousins, then winked at you. “Your man let you out the house wearin’ that, huh? He brave.”

You didn’t answer. Just walked behind your boy toward the backyard where all the noise was coming from—kids hollering, grown folks talking over each other, people playing cards.

And then you saw him.

Smoke.

In a black tee, chain glinting in the sunlight, red Solo cup in one hand, leaning back in a lawn chair like he didn’t start half the drama in your life—and dare you to hold it against him.

He stood up when he saw you, smile slow, easy. Dangerous.

“Look who decided to bless the function,” he said, eyes sliding down your body.

“Relax,” you muttered. “I’m just here for my son.”

“Mmhm,” he said, stepping in close enough that only you could hear. “But you brought that sundress and them hoops like you knew I was gon’ be lookin’. That for me, mama?”

You pushed past him.

But the heat in your chest betrayed you.

⸻

The afternoon rolled on in that chaotic, beautiful way only family cookouts can. Kids in the sprinkler. Aunt Dee yelling at folks not to touch her potato salad. Stack on the grill talking ‘bout “I do this,” while burning the hot dogs anyway.

You sat on the folding chair under the tent, trying to stay cool and low-key, sipping sweet tea and avoiding all the side-eyes and slick comments from Smoke’s nosy-ass cousins.

You hadn’t been around in a while, but they remembered.

“Ohhh, she came back,” one of them whispered, not quiet enough.

“Lookin’ like she ain’t missed a beat,” another said, fanning herself.

Smoke was everywhere—tossing his son over his shoulder into the bounce house, cracking jokes with Stack, throwing shade with charm. But every time you glanced up, his eyes were already on you.

Like he never stopped watchin’.

Like he never would.

⸻

Later, when the sun was low…

You were sitting alone now, your son passed out under one of the tents with a plate next to him, cheeks sticky and hair wild.

You leaned back, trying to breathe. Trying to remember why you said you’d come.

Then, of course, Smoke appeared.

He sat down beside you, close but not touching. Just enough for the air between you to get thick.

“Appreciate you comin’,” he said.

You nodded.

He nudged your knee with his.

“You remember last summer’s cookout?” he asked. “Before everything fell apart?”

You looked at him. “Yeah. I remember.”

“You was dancin’ to that Fantasia song like you ain’t had no worries. I remember thinkin’, ‘Damn. That’s mine. Ain’t no way she ever leavin’.’”

Your chest ached. Because you remembered too. How good it had been before it wasn’t.

He turned toward you, full now. Honest. Dangerous in a new way.

“Everybody out here keep sayin’ we done,” he murmured. “But they don’t know how we built this. What we survived together. What we still feel. You think you can run from that, mama? But you always end up back here.”

“Back here don’t mean I’m stayin’.”

“Yeah?” he said. “Then why you still got that ring in your jewelry box?”

You looked at him, stunned.

He smirked. “Yeah. Ej told me. Said you wear it sometimes when you think nobody lookin’. Said you said it was ‘just a memory.’ But you don’t keep memories in velvet cases, do you?”

You stood fast, heart in your throat.

“I gotta go.”

Smoke stood too, but slower. Measured.

“You sure?” he asked. “’Cause you ain’t even tasted Stack’s ribs yet. Or had your second plate. Let me walk you to the car like I used to.”

You didn’t answer.

You just walked to your sleeping son, lifted him gently, kissed his sticky forehead.

Smoke followed behind you all the way to your car.

You laid your baby in the back seat, adjusted the belt, then turned around—and there he was. That same damn look on his face. Like he knew.

“Thanks for today,” you said, voice soft.

“You gon’ thank me better later?” he teased, but there was an ache in it. Something deeper.

You looked at him for a long second. Then whispered

“Smoke… don’t make me come back if you not gon’ keep me this time.”

His jaw clenched.

He stepped forward, hand brushing your wrist.

“I ain’t never stopped wantin’ to.”

You didn’t kiss him. Didn’t let him kiss you.

But the promise hung in the air.

And when you drove off that time, hands still trembling slightly on the wheel?

You weren’t scared like before.

You were curious.

Because you knew now—

That door?

Wasn’t as closed as you told yourself it was.

[blossomcola]

omg pt2 of risky lara with u two catching manon being pervy and lara letting her join in please

i accidentally turned this into ot5 katseye and free use with the reader... i hope you like it!

pairing. ot5 katseye x fem reader

content warnings. degradation, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, toys, overstimulation, scissoring.

we all know that lara is a loving and charming woman who would clearly be the sweetest and most romantic girlfriend in the world, but what happens when her group mates have a certain weakness for her girlfriend and she has no problem sharing her girl?

manon being the one who enjoys this the most because for months she’s been dying to get her hands on you... of course she wouldn’t try to make a move because you’re dating her friend, but if the opportunity arises she wouldn’t let it pass! her excitement is more than evident and you realize it when manon takes her toy box out of her closet... yes, she is the type of girl who loves toys. no matter what your preferences are because she doesn’t let you say anything about it, just by making you lie on her bed with your legs open for her and at her complete disposal, having no choice but to stay here and accept whatever she gives you regardless of whether you can take it or not :( manon is a bit naughty and doesn’t care if she’s being too hard for you or if you feel like you can’t cum again, she will not miss the opportunity to do whatever she wants with you and she doesn’t care if that means playing with your sanity, you’re just her doll.

sophia can be at the same level of cruelty depending on her mood, just as she can be heartless with you, she can also be super gentle and fuck you as much as you like or prefer, but she decides what mood to have with you! she prefers to start slowly and increase the intensity slowly, so sophia would first make out with you while she desires you to the point that your juices soak her hand and slowly run down her wrist, but she doesn’t care! sophia would go a little crazy for your taste so she would proceed to bury her face between her thighs and eat you out until her jaw hurts, regardless of whether you are very sore and feeling overwhelmed <3 and of course she also loves toys, but unlike manon, she has a big adoration for her strap, which is so big and thick that with just a glance you know it will be hard to take... and well, you know you were right the moment she’s fucking you missionary in her bed, legs shaking on her shoulders because the head of the silicone cock is hitting that spongy and sensitive spot inside you but she seems to understand that every whimper from you means you want her to push her cock deeper and deeper into you.

i fear that daniela is a girl who loves scissoring but in a way where everything is messy and sweaty, basically it means she can fuck until the bed breaks but it’s not a problem because you can continue on the floor! it is evident that she would choose to be on top because she needs to be in control of things for several reasons; first of all, it’s because daniela, being a dancer with years of experience, knows how to move her hips and that means she would use her dancing techniques to fuck — and secondly it’s because she knows that you’d probably get whiny soon after you two started getting wild and would probably have a hard time keeping a steady pace that doesn’t lose consistency... it doesn’t matter much what the reason is because daniela ends up on top of you anyway! maybe she’ll even hold your wrists above your head so you just have to lie under her and worry about making cute noises while she does all the work because pretty girls like you deserve to get laid and be cared for and looked after.

my dear megan... girl recently out of the closet so she doesn’t have the luxury of saying or showing off her experience or bragging about at least something, which is a fairly good thing because she would be somewhat afraid to act and her actions would be clumsy most of the time. among all the girls she would be the most “normal” because she is not yet a depraved freak, she may be kinky but she hasn’t developed that part of having a big confidence yet. even though lara has authorized them to do whatever they want with you, megan keeps asking every five seconds if you are sure and if what she is doing is okay, regardless of whether she’s doing something as simple as taking off your shirt or something more serious like about to touch you.

[jinhyun]

—heart fluttering.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader, ft. lee chaeryeong x kim seungmin

genre: fluff, humor, college au, established relationship, slice of life

word count: 4.5k

summary: who would’ve thought that an unattended romance book on your coffee table would lead to a whole argument with your friends about the technicalities of pinning someone up against the wall. good thing your boyfriend was eager to help you reenact such a controversial scene and—not really—prove your point.

a/n: well hello there, it’s been a while hehe. i’m just here to post this story for my mother hen @taikapavunvarsi’s birthday, as i’ve been doing every single year now. couldn’t lose the tradition. i fucked up the time zones for this post and you’re probably sleeping rn, but i still hope you had the greatest of days and got lots of love from your loved ones, you deserve nothing but the best things in life ♡ i also hope that you enjoy this little one shot i wrote for you. i haven’t written at all in like two months so forgive my rustiness. anyway, you said you wanted ‘booktok boyfriend challenge’ and maybe reversed, and also after some digging on my end (aka going all the way up on our chat 💀) i realised that you said ‘the watercolors’ when you sent that video to me, so the watercolors you get. and also it’s not really a tiktok challenge they’re doing in this piece bc i kinda twisted it as always lol but i hope you still like it<3

and well, since i wrote this for the watercolor couple, i thought fuck it i’m posting it here. if anyone else reads it, i hope you all enjoy~

“That’s impossible” Seungmin’s final statement earned a side eye from you, which was nothing compared to the way Chae whipped her head in his direction—just like that, letting him know she was taking full offense in his confident words.

“No, it’s not?!” Chaeryeong beat you to it, just as you were opening your mouth to let out the exact same words.

“Babe, I’m telling you, it’s not possible”.

“Yes, it is!” You backed your friend up this time.

Given the intensity each of your statements carried, any outsider would think you were discussing a life or death situation. Especially after the over dramatic roll of eyes Seungmin gave you after contradicting him.

In reality, what got the three of you so heated up was whether a specific paragraph from the book Cherry was currently reading—and which you had already read and lent it to her in the first place—was actually possible or not.

“Give me the book,” Seungmin asked his girlfriend, holding his palm open for her to comply. Once she did, he traced his index finger under the words as he read them out loud: “He shoved her up against the wall, his height towering over her, and then with one hand pinning both of her wrists above her head”.

“What’s so unrealistic about it?” You wondered when he finished with a rather amused scoff.

“So, he pushes her against the wall, then he towers over her, meaning he’s like, extremely close to her, and then with one hand he grabs both her wrists and pulls them up over her head?”

“I don’t get you…” Chaeryeong frowned, visibly trying to understand her boyfriend’s point.

“Wouldn’t her arms be stiff when he pulls them both up at the same time?” He pointed out. “There wouldn’t be space for him to pull them up, since he needs to hold them together, probably in the middle, and then pull them up. He either should’ve done that before coming closer to her or should’ve used both hands so they could go up from her sides and not from the middle”.

You and Chaeryeong stayed silent, exchanging troubled looks as you simultaneously tried to picture the point he was making and to come up with different ways for the narration to work out.

Truth be told, you didn’t really care that much about the physical technicalities when it came to romance books. As long as you could picture what the writer was trying to portray, even if it wasn’t exactly what they had in mind, you were okay with it.

As long as the words in it made you feel something, you could look past a couple of mistakes.

Seungmin, on the other hand, who had only read that one page when Cherry left the book unattended to go to the restroom a few minutes ago, could not look past the ‘poor’—as he had so dismissively called it—wording of that particular paragraph.

“It doesn’t say that they’re extremely close, though?” You argued. “Maybe there is enough space for him to do that”.

“There isn’t” he was fast to reply.

“How would you know that?” Chaeryeong frowned.

“When us guys shove someone against the wall we instinctively corner them right away, that’s the whole point. You don’t just push them and stand there like an idiot before doing anything else”.

“Oof, speaking from experience now?” You taunted him, laughing proudly when you got flipped off right away. “Maybe this one guy did just stand there for a bit and therefore there was enough space between them”.

Chaeryeong nodded rapidly, strongly agreeing with you before Seungmin shook his head in disagreement.

“It literally says he was towering over her”.

“And the meaning of that is up for interpretation,” his girlfriend argued back once again.

“What’s up for interpretation?” Hyunjin asked, entering the living room holding a big bowl of popcorn, after having excused himself to go make himself a quick snack earlier.

“The paragraph from a book” you answered him.

“The one you lent Cherry?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, for a moment there forgetting you were in the middle of an argument. “Yes. There’s this one line that Seungmin swears is not possible”.

“It’s not, though” Seungmin argued once more, and you knew right then he was now only trying to provoke you and his girlfriend.

The glare you threw his way must’ve been one of a kind, for it had Hyunjin chuckling in a heartbeat.

“I thought you guys were fighting for real from the bits and pieces I heard from the kitchen”.

“Oh, we’re close to” Cherry folded her arms over her chest.

It was funny to think this was what your Friday nights had come to after a year of you dating Hyunjin, and of Cherry dating Seungmin.

With you and Chaeryeong being best friends and also roommates, and the same being Hyunjin and Seungmin’s situation, it was inevitable for the four of you to stick together among your larger group of friends. It was unspoken, even.

Since you and Seungmin were done earlier with your last class on Fridays, you would head over to the dance practice room together, where Chaeryeong and Hyunjin would be, as always, mastering their respective routines. You would wait for them to finish, catch up a bit in the meantime, and then all four of you would head over to either your or their dorm, and just hang out there if you didn’t have any particular couple activities planned out with your respective partners. Usually, it was yours, so you wouldn’t bother Changbin if he happened to be at their place—you had already been called out one too many times for making him fifth wheel.

Today, it was no different.

It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, just chatting in the living room all four of you until it was time for Chae and Seungmin to leave, since they were going to the movies later that night. Although, to be fair, no evening could ever be completely peaceful when both your dramatic boyfriend and her tsundere one were together.

Maybe if Chaeryeong hadn’t left your book on the coffee table the night before, you could’ve accomplished an almost peaceful one, because then Seungmin wouldn’t have caught a glance of it after she left his side and he found himself looking for another eye-catching sight around your place, and maybe then he wouldn’t have read that infamous line that got the three of you arguing like your lives depended on it.

Hyunjin would probably have agreed with Seungmin, had he been in the room with you when all hell broke loose. Their experience pinning people against a wall was probably over half of yours—which was nonexistent—after all. But, he wasn’t there for it. So, your eyes lit up when you looked at him and an idea came to your mind.

Watching him place the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table as he munched on another handful of them, you stood up before he could take a seat next to you like he intended.

“Jinnie, come here” you called him, having him follow you to the wall next to the sofa where you had been sitting. When he was in front of you and his rather confused eyes were silently asking you what you wanted, you said: “Pin me up against the wall”.

And maybe you should’ve known better than to make such a request to him all of a sudden, because next thing you knew, confusion was replaced by lust in the way he looked at you, and his hands on both sides of your hips were pulling you closer to him.

“Here in front of our friends?” He mumbled, smiling against your lips and sending shivers down your spine.

Sadly, he didn’t get to steal a kiss from your mouth like he was dying to. Not because of the giggle that had just escaped it—as you couldn’t help but get shy even after all the times you had kissed in front of your friends and vice versa—but because of the pillow Seungmin didn’t hesitate to throw at his head as soon as he realised what was about to go down in front of them.

“Boo, you hoe!” he called your boyfriend out.

Hyunjin threw his head lightly back, biting his lip as he tried to conceal the amused—yet frustrated—smile already parting his lips. Still, he didn’t hesitate to grab the pillow from off the floor and throw it right back to Minnie.

“So,” Hyunjin began after successfully hitting his friend, pulling you closer to him again. “Do I pin you up against the wall or not?”

“Yes, but not like that” Chaeryeong answered for you, causing a laugh to escape your lips.

“Wait, but don’t tell him how, we’re trying to prove a point here” you reminded them, looking for confirmation from both of them before your eyes went back to your boyfriend. “Just, pin me up against the wall”.

“Like, forcefully or…”

“Um…” you hesitated.

“It does say ‘shove’ against the wall here, so yeah, forcefully” Seungmin said.

“And then pull her hands above her head” Cherry added.

“What the hell are you guys on about?” He frowned, not really knowing whether he should be worried or not.

“Just do it” you laughed.

“Okay, so…” his uncertain eyes fixed on yours, looking for consent to push you against the wall.

With a silent nod, you let him know to go for it. And so, his hands went up to your ribcage, missing your breasts by an inch, and he pushed you to the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but just enough for a thud to be heard at the impact.

Before you could process whether you had liked it or not, he was already grabbing your hands and pulling them up above your head.

You found out right then that you did indeed like it. Maybe a little too much. Enough to only focus on his plump lips nearly touching yours, and, therefore, to miss the way he had used both hands to pin yours up.

“Told you!” Seungmin managed to break the sexual tension already taking over the two of you. “You need both hands for that”.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t use only one, though?” You argued, unconsciously resting your hands on Hyunjin’s chest.

“Oh, you wanted me to use only one?” He asked you, then looking at your friends. “I can do that”.

“Let’s see it,” Seungmin said, grabbing the bowl of popcorn and leaning back on the sofa.

“What are you, a judge?” Hyunjin scoffed.

“Oh, hush. Just do it”.

Rolling his eyes, he took a step away from you, so he could reenact the scene right from the start.

This time, however, instead of shoving you up against the wall right away, he grabbed your right wrist and then brought it up to your left one before he pulled them up above your head. It was only when your hands were about to reach the top of your head, that his free hand went up to your waist and he pushed you against the wall—almost as if he’d heard Seungmin’s previous argument—cornering you right away.

It was fair to say, whether he had just proved Seungmin’s point or not, you were enjoying this whole argument way too much.

“See?” Seungmin looked at Chaeryeong with a proud smirk.

“We haven’t seen the way the book describes it yet, though” she refused to give it up, reaching for the book on the coffee table and looking for the controversial paragraph.

“Is this really what our Friday nights have come to?” You asked in utter disbelief.

“I’m not really complaining” Hyunjin confessed—a breathy laugh escaping his mouth as he lovingly bumped your nose with his own.

“I mean, it could be possible,” Seungmin stood up, deliberately ignoring the PDA going on in front of him and walking over to you—watching the reenactment from the couch not being enough anymore. “But it’d be too inconvenient, like, if you’re that close and you hold both wr—”

“You are not shoving my girlfriend up against the wall” Hyunjin warned him when he tried to shove him aside in order to take his place, unconsciously grabbing your hand and pulling you to him.

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “I’m not, I’m just trying to make a point here”.

“Go make your point with Chaeryeong over there”.

“Hold on, I’m looking for the line” she absentmindedly replied as she scanned the page.

You snorted, leaning your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder. You didn’t know whether she was unaware or simply unfazed—either of them being just as funny to you.

“Okay, I got it,” Cherry announced, going up to you as well. “So, what you have to do is, shove her up against the wall,” she looked up to Hyunjin, waiting for him to do so—which he did, only gently this time, as the four of you seemed to be more into the technicality of it all rather than into the reenactment. “Tower over her,” she read, and that he did as well, making your heart race when he took it one step further by tilting your chin up with his fingers, so he could lean in to faintly touch your mouth with his lips.

“Keep it professional, dude” Seungmin called him out—justice being made for you when he was the one to get flipped off now by your boyfriend.

“And now,” Chaeryeong resumed. “With one hand, hold both of hers up”.

You knew Seungmin was right—as if the two previous tries hadn’t already been proof enough—when you saw your boyfriend hesitate, only then realising how close he had come to you by simply being told to tower over you.

Hyunjin knew something was off right away, having to take a few seconds to figure out how to pull your hands up in between the little to nonexistent space between your bodies.

In the end, the safest choice was to take a step back in order to do so, coming right back to tower over you as soon as he got your hands pinned to the wall. Just like that, proving that, although possible, it would turn out clumsy enough—not to say ‘inconvenient’, like Seungmin had claimed—to mess with the heat of the moment.

“Told you,” Seungmin smiled proudly once again. “Inconvenient”.

“Whatever” Chaeryeong shrugged, closing the book and carefully throwing it on the couch as she finally admitted defeat. “All I got from this is that you two share the same braincell. Luke clearly left enough space between them”.

“Luke,” he mockingly repeated the character’s name he had just learned. “Was clearly written by a woman who’s never pinned anyone against a wall”.

“And that’s why he’s way better than you two”.

You couldn’t help the throaty laugh that escaped your mouth at her bitter remark. While Seungmin’s jaw fell open, desperately looking for a clap back for that yet coming up with nothing, a quite offended Hyunjin nudged you, for your friend’s insult had involved him too and you were laughing.

Chaeryeong, on the other hand, was unable to hold back a laugh of her own at the sight of her baffled boyfriend—pulling the now pouty guy into a hug. “Okay, I’m sorry” she apologised with a peck to his lips, knowing she was forgiven when his hands rested on her waist and his thumbs drew small circles on it. “But, honestly, just read the damn book and you’ll get why we don’t really care about technicalities”.

“If it’s so good they’ll probably make a movie of it, so I’ll just wait for that” he smiled cynically.

Chaeryeong rolled her eyes with a smile, only for it to be erased the next second when realisation hit her. “Wait, the movie!”

Seungmin’s face was quick to match her panicked one.

Being too immersed in the rather entertaining argument, neither of them had remembered the movie they had got tickets for earlier that week, and which they should’ve left for a while ago now.

“Shit, what time is it?” Seungmin asked, rushing to get his things.

“Eight thirty” Hyunjin let him know as he checked his phone.

“Fuck, we only have fifteen minutes”.

“Let’s go” Cherry hurried him up, putting on her shoes and grabbing her coat by the entrance.

“Coming” Seungmin announced from the couch, shoving his phone into his pocket and running to put on his shoes as well, as Chaeryeong held the door open while waiting for him. “Okay, see you guys later, bye!”

Chuckling over the entire situation after hearing them slam the door shut, and feeling the silence take over the room now that your friends were gone, you looked up to Hyunjin. Although the both of you were resting your backs against the wall now, as he had leaned on it in order to watch your friends rushing out of your place, he didn’t waste another second to corner you again—getting the perfect opportunity to tilt your chin up and to finally press his mouth to yours, like he had been dying to ever since you asked him to pin you up against the wall earlier that night.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and his own snaked around your waist, pulling you so close to his body that you found yourself laughing breathily at the lack of oxygen you were getting after a few seconds.

“So those are the kind of books you’re always reading?” He smirked over your lips, slightly loosening his hold on you—just enough for you to catch your breath.

“God forbid a girl wants to read some heart fluttering stories” you couldn’t help but sound defensive, gently letting your palms slide down to his chest.

He chuckled, gently nuzzling your neck. “I’m not shaming you or anything, it’s just interesting”.

“What is?”

“That those kinds of things make your heart flutter”.

“Those kinds of things?” You asked.

“Pinning you up against the wall?” He cocked a teasing eyebrow.

“As if you didn’t know that already” you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t” he chuckled, teasingly pinching your sides before he pulled you closer and kissed you once more.

Sure, he had pinned you up against the wall a couple of times—maybe more than a couple in the time you had been together—but never forcefully, or at least not enough to make the impact of your body against it to actually make a sound, like it had today.

He had only now discovered that you enjoyed it. And he was surely loving this newfound liking of yours.

“If you ever got pinned up against a wall like that, you’d get the hype” you defended yourself.

“Well, you could always show me” he shrugged, unable to hide the smirk that was already curving up his lips.

“Me?”

“Aren’t you my girlfriend? Who else would pin me up against a wall if not you?”

“The height difference won’t help, though”.

“I’ll cooperate” he promised, earning a light laugh from you. “You need to do the whole thing, though. I want my arms pinned above my head and all”.

“You’re delusional,” you laughed.

“For knowing what I want?” He said over dramatically.

��Ah, what did I get myself into” you amusedly lamented, but gave in regardless.

Letting go of each other and switching sides, being now him the one turning his back to the wall while you faced him, you couldn’t help but hesitate, just like he had done before pushing you for the first time.

Turned out, it was actually mind wrecking not knowing how much force to put into shoving the person you loved in order not to hurt them. Not like you could actually push him that hard if you wanted, but still.

“I’m waiting~” he teased you.

At that, knowing well enough he would tease you even harder if you took any longer, you just pushed him without a second thought—only to panic as soon as you heard his back hit the wall.

“Was that okay?” You asked him right away.

He dramatically clutched his chest. “My heart’s nearly beating out of my chest”.

“Oh, shut up” you rolled your eyes, deciding to just get it over with and grab both his wrists in order to pull them above his head.

Since you had already pushed him and there was enough space between the two of you, given that you forgot to corner him against the wall right after—you could almost hear Seungmin calling you an idiot—your stubbornness told you to only use one hand to do so.

Now, the problem was, that you forgot how big Hyunjin’s hands actually were, and therefore why it was so easy for him to grab both your wrists with only one of them—as opposed to you, who were already struggling with the task.

Hyunjin was enjoying it one hell of a lot, though. He couldn’t hold back a giggle as he watched you struggle for a few seconds to secure his wrists in your hand, and then he completely lost it when you finally managed to pull them up over his head, only for you not to be able to reach all the way up and just leave them hanging there midway.

“Yah, you said you’d cooperate!” You whined.

“I’m slouching, I’m slouching” he defended himself in between laughs as he did so.

However, hearing your laugh only made him laugh harder, to the point he gave up on slouching at all and ended up kneeling down instead, letting his face rest on your abdomen and holding onto the curve of your back as he looked for some kind of support.

“You’re so annoying” you half laughed, half whined again; trying to help him stand back up.

“You’re so cute,” he cooed.

Letting out one last throaty laugh and finally managing to catch his breath, he let you help him up, smiling lovingly when you cupped his face and wiped the tears of joy that had rolled down his cheeks.

“So, pinning you up against the wall is a no-go to make your heart flutter” you nodded your head.

“It did flutter though, but just because you’re too adorable and I love you” he admitted, and it was your heart the one to flutter at that.

“What can I do to truly make your heart go all mushy then?”

“Honestly?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I love it when you play with my hair”.

You smiled, as it was no news. He had been very vocal about it after the first time you played with his hair while you cuddled on his couch, even way before being a couple.

It was always nice to hear how much he actually loved it, though.

“I was thinking more of a book-ish thing to do…” you confessed.

“Book-ish?” He poked fun at you.

“Yeah, you know, cliché things characters in romance books do” you looked around as you tried to think of something. “Like when they grab your face and make you look at them when you’re not paying attention, like—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he was already grabbing your chin and making you look up at him.

“Like this?” He mumbled against your lips.

You felt your cheeks burn embarrassingly fast, having to look to the side in a poor attempt to play it cool—only to have him playfully make you look at him again.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” you warned him, unknowingly making his heart race at the sound of the lower register you had just used.

“Yes, baby?”

“You’re not supposed to make me flustered, I was about to make a move there”.

He laughed under his breath. “Let’s be honest now, if you were to do that right now, with us standing up, I’d probably just end up looking to the wall”.

Your jaw fell open in full offense. “If I grab your face and turn it in my direction, you’re supposed to look at me even if I’m shorter than you. It’s common courtesy”.

“You’re the one manhandling me, you’re supposed to make me look at you”.

“And that’s what—I give up” you held your hands up in defeat. “I could never be the man of this relationship”.

“Good,” he said, grabbing your waist and turning both of you around, so that he was once again the one cornering you against the wall and leaning down so close to you that you could feel your breathings mix. “Just leave the manhandling to me, hm?”

You bit your lip, in a hopeless attempt to conceal the smile already curving up your lips. He chuckled against your mouth, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to it.

You would be a fool to turn down his offer.

“I want to make your heart flutter too, though” you pouted nevertheless.

“And you always do that without even trying”.

“I do?”

“Mhm…” he lovingly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Like I said, when you play with my hair, or when you lean your head on my shoulder, also when you call me baby… when you use that lower tone of yours to talk to me, and when you doodle literally anything while we talk and then gift it to me…” his eyes softened at the memories. “Do I keep going?”

You softly shook your head no—your heart already feeling warm enough because of his words. “I believe that’s good en—”

“Oh, I love it when you wear my clothes!” He cut you off, eyes lighting up over the sudden train of thought. “Fuck, especially when you only wear one of my t-shirts to sleep and I get to admire your pretty thighs while you walk around my room”.

You chuckled at his last addition, feeling your cheeks burn all over again. “You’re getting a bit carried away now, aren’t you, baby?”

He bit his lip, remaining silent yet not finding it in him to feel the least bit embarrassed. You were all his after all, he was allowed to admire your beauty in all its splendor and gush about it all he wanted.

“I’ll make sure to do all that more often then” you quietly added with a smile, reaching up to sweetly catch his bottom lip in between yours.

“There are a few of my t-shirts in your closet, so how about doing that one now?” He proposed, temptingly brushing his lips against yours.

“If that’s what it takes to make your heart flutter…” you quietly taunted him.

He agreed with a small nod, pressing his lips to yours and teasingly grabbing a hold of your wrists. “I’ll make sure yours does too by pinning you up against your bedroom wall while we’re at it”.

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Starcourt Aftermath

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summary: Steve doesn't think anyone will come pick him up after the Starcourt mall fire, but you're there to take care of him and take him home. (wc: 1111)

warnings: mentions of steve's bad parents + everything he went through in s3

Steve hadn’t really expected anyone to come pick him up. He figured he’d either have to walk home, or ask Joyce, Nancy, or Robin for a ride home, after all, his parents couldn’t even bother to pick up the phone after the ambulance had tried them four times to tell them Steve had been involved in a fire at the mall. It was too late for him to ask the paramedics to call you without him feeling guilty that he would be waking you and your family up at this hour. So when the paramedics asked if there was anyone else they could reach, he shook his head no and said he’d get a ride home with one of his friends. He could only hope someone found his damn car keys before he started asking around for a ride home. Maybe the walk wouldn’t be so bad, though Steve didn’t know if he could handle that cold walk home, alone after everything he and Robin had endured. The needles, the drugs, the beating, he felt like he was going to be sick. 

“There you are!” He heard you exclaim from his side. Steve could only blink repeatedly, half expecting you to be a figment of his imagination, proof that the drugs never fully left his body yet. But no, you were there, standing in front of him before pulling him into a tight hug, one he easily reciprocated– he hadn’t realized just how badly he needed the hug, needed someone who made him feel safe and loved to hold him in their arms. 

“It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing here?” He quietly asked, words mumbled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy to see you, to be in your arms, to feel your skin against his. 

You pulled away from the hug just enough to look at him, your eyes trailing over his face taking note of every cut and bruise that was there. “My mom was watching the news and they said the mall caught on fire. She told me, so I came here to check on you cause I knew you were working today. Are you okay?”

Steve felt like he could melt on the spot from your words. It shouldn’t be completely mind-boggling that his girlfriend would care about him enough to drive to the mall and ensure he was okay from the fire, but he regularly found himself falling in love with you all over again anytime you did the smallest things for him. Anytime you so much as hugged him, kissed him, even held his hand, Steve felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. 

“Yeah, honey,” he said softly, cupping your face with one hand as he moved to kiss your forehead. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he pauses, “okay-ish.”

“What happened to you?” You ask, gesturing to his black eye as you lean into his touch. 

“I’ll tell you about it later,” he promised, “I’d rather not think about that right now.”

You nodded your head yes before glancing around your surroundings, taking note of everyone that was affected by the mall fire. “Are your parents in town?” You asked, noticing their absence in the crowd. Despite dating Steve for almost a year now, you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve seen his parents due to their frequent business trips. 

He shook his head no, “business trip,” he muttered. Of course.

“Do you want to spend the night at my place then?” You ask, taking Steve’s free hand in yours as you begin to lead him to your car. 

He shook his head no again, something he probably shouldn’t be doing so much as it was only adding to the growing headache that was beginning to form between his temples. “No, no, I wouldn’t want to impose, sweetheart,” he replied as he seated himself in the car. 

“You wouldn’t be imposing,” you tell him, starting the car and pulling out of the mall parking lot, already on the route to your home, “I want to be with you right now, anyways.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a smile. 

“Yeah,” you quietly reply. “I was worried I was gonna get here and you wouldn’t be okay… I kinda need to be with you right now,” you tell him, eyes never leaving the road.

Steve feels his heart warm at that as he places a hand on your thigh, “I’m okay, baby,” he softly tells you. 

You nod noncommittally, continuing the drive to your house in silence, with the exception of the radio softly buzzing in the background. 

A five-minute drive later, you’re helping Steve up the stairs of your house and into your bedroom, setting aside a pair of clothes for him to change into. 

“You sure the paramedics cleaned your face up?” You ask as Steve begins to change into the sweatpants and hoodie you set out for him, the very same hoodie and sweatpants he had thought he somehow lost. 

“Yeah, I know what the paramedics did to me, babe,” he says, voice slightly muffled by the hoodie as he puts it on. 

You nod, already under your bed’s sheets, waiting for him to join you. “Just making sure.”

Steve smiles, moving to give you a quick, soft kiss as he tells you, “and I appreciate it, baby. Really. But you don’t need to worry so much, okay?”

You want to tell him how you have every right to worry, how you hadn’t heard from Steve since the day prior, and that when you heard about the mall fire you swore you felt your heart stop for the briefest of seconds, how when you saw him sitting alone with his face battered and bruised, you didn’t know whether to cry tears of joy or sadness. Joy for him being alive, or sadness for him looking as if he had barely escaped with his life. 

Instead, you nod your head yes, telling him a soft “okay,” as he kisses your forehead, getting under the covers next to you, arm already draped over your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Almost as if he knew how badly you needed to be in his arms after the scare. Or maybe he needed to feel you in his arms just as badly as you did. 

“Is it fine if I leave the lights on?” Steve softly asks. 

You nod your head yes, “course it is, baby.”

He smiles at your response, whispering a small “thank you,” as he somehow pulls your body even closer to his. 

[coochiekrab]

Long ramble on stupid

Re middle school projects post I think a problem i always had up until highschool was that i just always associated not following a rubric exactly was grounds for complete failure. In 2nd grade we went on a field trip to the zoo and we were supposed to record data on a specific animal and come back with a full shoebox diorama report on it, and the teacher emphasized that no one was allowed to work on the same animal probably just to discourage an entire classroom of children from picking lions. I picked giraffes and signed up to be the One Student doing giraffes and went to the zoo, did all my work, came home and did my entire report and then the day before the report was due i asked a kid what animal he picked and he said giraffe. I completely freaked the fuck out and trashed my entire project because i thought i was going to get in trouble for doing the same animal as someone else. Spent the entire night crying and whipping up a super rushed report on owls and i couldn’t redo my diorama because i didn’t have anymore shoe boxes nor did i have any owl figurines or anything like that. I cried during my presentation because i was so upset that i couldn’t do my giraffe one and got like a B. That kid didn’t even do his report on giraffes. I also remember freaking out over a similar project on tsunamis because it was also supposed to be a shoebox Diorama but i didn’t have any shoeboxes AGAIN (too broke to buy shoes regularly?) and i went to school crying because i was so embarrassed by my Random Large Cardboard Box Diorama and it didn’t even matter cuz my teacher loved it. And then years later i cried over a cereal box book report on Firestars Quest because once again i did not have a cereal box (NO FOOD) so i made a box out of computer paper and had to hand write everything while everyone else’s was printed in color because my mom wouldn’t give me change to use the school printer and thought my teacher would kill me over it. And i did fine anyway. I think i cried over some American history shoebox diorama because again I Had No ShoeBoxes and had to do toilet paper Paper Mache on a paper plate and i probably did okay too. I took everything way too seriously. Why did everything require a fucking box

[fairestwriting]

Jamil Viper and Floyd Leech with a AuDHD!reader that's always wearing headphones in public areas (even if they're off) because the noise of multiple people talking distracts and bothers them and they think it's annoying/stressful? Bonus if they still take off their headphones when he talks to show they're actively listening to him.

i hope this is okay!! you didn't specify on whether you wanted platonic or romantic so i made it ambiguous :]

𐙚 Floyd Leech

It might be one of the first things you two talk about. Someone wearing headphones isn’t anything crazy, sure, but it’s still unusual, so it catches his eye. You’re always wearing them when he catches sight of you in the hallways. He assumes they’re just regular headphones, and you’re just listening to music… And as time passes, he starts getting more and more curious about what music that might be.

One day, whether you’re complete strangers or friendly acquaintances, Floyd just walks up to you and asks, ”Shrimpy, what’re you listening to?” while looking at you with those big curious eyes. He’s wondered about it a decent amount already, probably placed bets on a wide variety of musical genres — Now he just needs to know if any of them were right.

When you take them off, letting the headphones rest on your neck as you tell him that actually, you’re not listening to anything, it seems like his eyes get even bigger. It’s just noise canceling, because the hallways get really loud, you explain. Floyd hums, tilting his head a little. It’s not what he was expecting at all, but he finds it completely reasonable. Yeah, the hallways do get really loud. He didn’t realize it was possible to, in a way, opt out of it like that. Most of his previous ideas just involved an exhausting amount of magic.

Floyd is a little bummed you’re not listening to any music though. The bets he was coming up with were getting pretty fun, so he’ll still demand you tell him about what you listen to. Then after that’s out of the way, he just doesn’t mind the presence of the headphones at all. Whether you have them on or not, he’ll still bug you if he feels like it, them being there never registered as you ignoring him anyway.

𐙚 Jamil Viper

Jamil kind of side eyes it at first, not because it’s his personal opinion on it or anything, but just because of the impression it gives off. Most people would find it kind of rude, wouldn’t they? It might seem like you’re not paying attention to them while they talk.

When you two actually talk to each other, though, he never runs into that problem, so it becomes a non-issue. You can hear and reply to him just fine, it turns out, and you’re always polite too, that’s more than good enough for Jamil. Sometimes you even take off the headphones, though he doesn’t mind it if you’re “listening to music” while you two talk, since it clearly doesn’t stop you from paying attention.

He does remain aware of how others might perceive it, though. Mostly because as you get closer, he doesn’t want people to misunderstand you— He never points it out because he doesn’t want to be rude. Until a certain day where you have to deliver something to a teacher comes, and your headphones are on, so he says ”It might be a good idea to take them off before you go. You know how the professors are.” You smile and tell him not to worry, you just wear them when it’s too crowded and loud around you, and that’s when he realizes what they actually are.

At that point, Jamil's already gotten used to seeing you with the headphones. He never thought you might have a specific reason for why you wear them so often, and knowing it now doesn't really change much of anything. Maybe he'll indulge his curiosity about it if he feels you two are close enough, but it'll really just be about curiosity. He may not fully understand why you find the noise so overwhelming, but it's not like that's going to make him think of you as a totally different person.

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[vodika-vibes]

The Most Important Date

Summary: Wolffe forgets your first anniversary, and you’re understandably upset about it.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 1542

Warnings: Angst

A/N: So, this doesn't really have a happy ending, more of an open ended ending. I hope you all like it anyway!

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It’s nearly 6 pm, and Wolffe still hasn’t come home.

He swore that he would be here no later than 4:30. But you’ve been waiting for an hour and a half and he’s still not here.

You’re all dressed up in the new dress and heels you bought, specifically, for today. You have a fresh haircut, and you’re wearing the soft perfume that Wolffe loves so much.

But he’s not here.

Well, to be more specific, he’s late.

And you’re starting to wonder if he’s not coming.

Tonight has been in the works for three weeks. And he had been so excited, or, well, you thought he had been excited. He acted excited, at least.

The restaurant had been his suggestion after all. You would have been content with staying home and just spending the evening with him. But he swore that today was something to be celebrated.

He said that your one year anniversary is definitely something that he wants to celebrate, and it’s something he wants to go all out for.

That’s what he said.

But—

He’s not here.

You push a hand through your hair and lift your comm to look at the screen again.

No messages. No missed calls. No anything.

You’re pretty sure he’s not hurt. You know his brothers well enough to know that they’d contact you if he had gotten hurt. And you know that he would have warned you if he got a sudden deployment.

So, with your heart sinking in your chest, you have to conclude that he forgot.

He forgot and he’s not coming.

You drop your comm on your table and rest your chin on your folded arms.

No. No. Wolffe wouldn’t forget. Not about this. Not when it was so important to him, and to you. Traffic on Coruscant is just awful, and his comm is probably dead.

You can wait just a little longer.

30 minutes pass.

Then an hour.

Then two.

And, as the chrono chimes 10 pm, you finally accept that Wolffe isn’t coming for you.

He forgot.

And you spent your first anniversary alone.

The lump in your throat is getting hard to ignore, and you’re losing the battle with the tears threatening to escape from your eyes. And, as you finally push the chair back and pull your new shoes off before you stand to throw them into the back of the closet, you allow the tears to flow.

As you change from the fancy clothes you bought specifically to impress him and into the worn pajamas that you’re more comfortable in, the familiar voice of self-doubt echoes in the back of your mind.

Maybe this is your fault.

Maybe you put too much pressure on him. Maybe you assumed that the relationship was more than he was ready for.

What if he spent your anniversary with another woman? You know you’re not the prettiest or the nicest or the smartest. You know that you have more flaws than you have anything else, anyone would be better than you. You know this, and thought that Wolffe chose you anyway.

You run a comb through your hair, brushing out the gel and hairspray, not able to look at yourself in the mirror.

You thought he chose you in spite of your flaws, but you suppose you were wrong.

You head back to the kitchen long enough to grab your comm and turn out the lights, and you glance at the screen one more time. Hoping against all hope that maybe there’s a message, or an apology, or something from Wolffe.

But there’s nothing there.

You curl your hand around the small device, and head back to your bedroom, feeling as frail as wet paper. You plug in your comm so it’s charge overnight, and for a moment, you consider calling Wolffe. Just to make sure he’s okay.

But, as your finger hovers over his name, you realize you don’t have the courage to press call.

If you call him and he answers and he’s not sorry, you might just shatter into a million pieces and never recover.

So, instead, you just make sure the ringer is on and you set your alarm for 6 the following morning, and you try to fall asleep.

You don’t see Wolffe until after work the next day.

He lets himself into your apartment while you’re standing at the stove making spaghetti sauce.

You still feel paper thin and like you’re heart is on the verge of shattering into pieces, but you greet him quietly as you focus all of your attention on your project. Then, hesitantly, you offer, “I didn’t hear from you much yesterday—”

“Yeah,” Wolffe drops into a seat and rubs his hand down his face, “The battalion went drinking. I didn’t get back to the barracks until 5 this morning.”

You can feel your heart cracking in your chest. “Oh.”

“We even brought some of the natborns along,” He adds, nonchalantly. As if each word wasn’t like a physical blow to your fragile heart, “One of the medics, Andra—you remember her, right? The twi’lek? Well, she nearly drank us all under the table—”

You set your spoon across the top of the pot and lean against the counter, without looking at him.

“And then a bunch of us danced. I think Andra danced with all of us before we went home—”

A helpless, humorless laugh falls from you, “You danced with her?” This is, quite literally, your worst nightmare come to life. He spent your anniversary with another woman.

“Yeah? Come on, cyare. She’s a friend—”

And, all of a sudden, your heartbreak morphs into fury and you slam you hand down on the counter, cutting him off mid sentence. “I want you to leave.” For all that your voice shakes with fury, you don’t raise your voice.

“...what?”

“I want you to leave.” You repeat, your voice still shaking.

“—because I danced with a coworker? That’s not going to happen.”

Another laugh slips from you and you finally spin on your heels to glare up at him, and he falters as he looks at you. His mismatched eyes flickering across your face, lingering on the tears rolling down your face. “You don’t remember, do you?”

“Cyare,” He pauses and then stands to approach you his hands held out to you, “I need you to be clearer, sweets. What’s wrong?”

“Unbelievable,” You bite out, “We spent weeks—weeks, Wolffe—planning yesterday. I spent hundreds of credits on a new outfit. And you,” You jab your finger into his chest, “You decided to go dancing with another woman.”

“Cyar’ika—”

“Do not.” You shake your head, “You spent our anniversary with another woman, Wolffe.”

His face falls, and his gaze finally snaps to the calendar hanging on the wall, “Fuck—Cyare, I—”

“I spent three hours sitting here waiting for you to show up,” You interrupt, as if you can’t see the panic growing on his face, “Do you have any idea how I felt when I realized that you weren’t coming?”

“Cyare, sweetheart—” He reaches out to touch you, but you jerk away from him.

“You don’t get to touch me, Wolffe. Not here. Not now.”

“I’m so sorry. Like, so, so sorry. I have no excuse,” His hands fall uselessly to his side, “You could have called, cyare—”

“You’re blaming me?”

“No! No, just...I would have come, I—”

“I shouldn’t have to call you to remember important events, Wolffe.”

“You’re right.” He agrees, immediately, “You’re right, you shouldn’t. I...there has to be a way for me to make this up to you. Right?”

“Make it up to me? The day’s over Wolffe. You can’t turn back time.”

He stares at you for a moment, “You’re not breaking up with me.” He says it like it’s an order, but there’s a desperation to his words that you can’t ignore.

So you sigh, “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Cyare—”

“I want you to leave. And when I come up with a decision, I’ll let you know.”

“Please don’t—” he pauses, “Don’t leave things like this. I love you. And I know you love me.”

“Relationships require more than love to work, Wolffe.”

He falls silent for a moment, “I’ll go back to the barracks. But, cyare, I’m going to fight for you.”

“If that’s what you want.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, “Will you answer, when I send you messages?”

“I want you to leave me alone, Wolffe.”

“I’m not going to ignore you, cyar’ika. I don’t care how mad you are at me.”

And, once again, you sigh. “Fine, I’ll answer your messages, but I’m not answering calls. And you don’t get to just show up.”

He looks pained, but he agrees. “I know I fucked up, cyare.”

“You did.”

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, but you did.”

And then Wolffe leaves, but not without a pained look of longing. And you turn your attention back to your dinner while trying to ignore the ache in your heart. Maybe this isn’t the end of your story with Wolffe, but you need time.

He owes you that much, at least.

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this fic was loosely inspired by this post that I found a couple weeks back, and I wanted to write something for it for a while, and I thought it was appropriate for Pride month.

Warning(s): N/A

Disclaimers: None

General note(s): Reader is mentioned to like antique clock, although it is not that obvious, but he is mentioned to own a grandfather clock.

Other Mentions: None

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Summary: You come home after a long day at work, and in the middle of the night you find Simon drunk on your porch, he leans in hugging you and saying ‘I love you’ at some point he even calls you your husband, you were rightfully shocked by it but it didn’t seem to bother you as much as it should

The so called ‘Mrs’

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You sit in an empty bus staring out through the reflective glass, watching the lights inside of houses gradually fly past you, it was dark, it wasn’t late, but dark and you haven’t eaten dinner yet, in fact you’re pretty sure you haven’t eaten anything since this morning, aside from that protein bar you got from the vending machine during lunch hours, it gave you enough energy to get through the day, but not enough to actually keep you full, and the auto-repair shop was packed with cars that needed maintenance that day didn’t help, perhaps maybe you should’ve ate the chicken pot pie your roommate left for you that morning, maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry on a busy day.

but oh well, sa la vie, you pull the string to request a stop, it dings, and you slouch back into your seat and you pull out your phone for unread messages or emails you missed, one was from your landlord saying monthly bill is due soon, one from your boss asking you to cover someone else’s shift, and one from your roommate saying he’s off duty, and is coming back home, in all honesty he’d probably go out drinking at some local bar first before coming home, so you kept scrolling through unread notifications, marking those you need to take care of as soon as you get home, and others that you could save for tomorrow, the bus comes to a halt hissing as it sinks down and the doors open, you put your phone away and hop off giving the driver a little nod as you go.

The bus hisses again the doors close behind you and it drives off into the night, you fix the strap on your bag before walking off to your house. you shut the door behind you making sure the screen door is closed properly and the main door is bolted, you sigh leaning your weight onto the front door, you kick your shoes off not bothering to go put them away, stretching out your back yawning, what a day, you thought, making a beeline to the kitchen.

You open the fridge and took out a plate wrapped in tinfoil, unwrapping it and then popping it in the microwave, you lean back on the counter watching the food hungrily, the aroma reaching your nose, the microwave dings and you took out the pie, and setting it on the dining room table, you walk back in the kitchen and open a drawer and took out a fork before walking back to the dining room.

You sat down and dug in the chicken pot pie it was still steaming, and the crust was soft and crumbly, you burnt your mouth just a little bit while eating but it was worth the effort, the chicken pot pie was delicious, one of these days you’ve got to ask Simon for the recipe so you can make it yourself, you sigh slouching into your seat after the very good meal, you sit there for a long minute and then you get up to wash your plate, pouring some dish soap on the sponge first then scrubbing the plate and rinsing the plate clean, you then put it on the dish rack to let it dry, wiping your hands clean with a rag, you toss the rag aside and head upstairs to get ready for the night.

You decided to wear one of the soft cotton shirts you bought a few months ago and wear it to bed, its not like you wear it to work that much anyway, the shirt was too good to get dirty, you brush your teeth, scrubbed your face with some soap and rinse your face clean, you wipe your face with a towel sighing in relief, you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror pulling on the corner of your bottom lip to check for any leftover food before turning off the light and going back downstairs to the living room, you open your bagpack and take out your computer, checking for any missed appointments, dealing with taxes, and submitting your schedule for clients tomorrow, from what you heard it’ll be another busy day.

When you finally shut the laptop you look up at the grandfather clock in your living room, eleven thirty, time to go to bed you yawn and stretch, you take your laptop and plug it in for the night, and head upstairs to sleep, you climb in bed and you pause for a moment, you head back out and went into the laundry room, and take your pants off the hamper, and began fishing for your phone, once you had it alongside your wallet and keys you head back to bed tossing your wallet and keys at your side, you plug your phone in and set it with the rest of your stuff on the bedside table and climb back onto bed, clicking the light off, you close your eyes snuggled under the sheets and you drift off to sleep, finally done for the day.

you were sound asleep when you heard it, loud obnoxious knocking at the door, you shift in bed turning to your side in an attempt to ignore it, but it just got louder, that’s when you open your eyes and begrudgingly sat up in bed, you rub your eyes and run your hand through your hair before you got up from bed yawning, the knocking just got more aggressive as you slowly walked to the door, yawning and scratching your lower back, who could be knocking at this hour? you thought to yourself, as the knocking got louder “I GOT IT! IM COMING” you yelled as you finally make it to the door and unbolting it and opening it, you rub your eyes and squint the brightness from the street lamp overwhelmed your senses a little, you blinked, once twice, running a hand through your face as you looked at the people in front of you.

of course you’ve met them before, Gaz, Price, hell Soap was here too, looking not too happy with the man who had a heavy arm slung over his shoulder, the man being of course your roommate, Simon, who was giggling drunk as he tried and failed, to balance himself onto both Gaz and Soap, whom were strugglingto even keep him up. You stare at them for a moment and chuckle sleepily, “good evening, need a little assistance there?” you ask, Gaz nodded, Soap just immedietly started pushing Simon towards you, Gaz did the same you willingly got him off their hands you let out a little “oomf”, and tried your best to carry his weight, failing and stumbling a little, Simon leaned in closer till your noses were touching, he snickered “look at your face, you look adorable” he says affectionate, leaning his head on your shoulder, you thank the three of them, and they said their goodnight, and so did you, you watch them walk away and you headed to the living room dropping Simon on the cushions, you grunted, it was way too late to be doing this, you rub your lower back, before walking to the front door and shutting it again.

You went back in the living room Simon then said aloud, “My husband…my handsome, husband, heh, heh, I love you” that caught you off guard, but that shouldn’t really shock you, he’s come home piss drunk before muttering the most insatiable shit but it was odd to say the least ; but what really caught you off guard was the ‘I love you’, not that you were bothered by it, it’s just new, to you at least, you looked at him for a few moments before you started to carry him upstairs to his room, “okay, cmon Simon, left foot up, no-wait-other foot-cmon- there we go, now other foot-ugh”

It proved to be a more difficult task, but nonetheless you still managed to get him up the stairs and onto his bed. You let out a sigh, rolling over on your back next to him, for a moment you both just lay there, letting out short breaths, you want to sit up, go back to your bedroom, but you’re too tired to move, not after the day you’ve had, and the fact you had to drag your drunk roommate up the stairs, so you just decided to close your eyes and roll over, you could talk to Simon about it tomorrow.

Your alarm blared across the hall, you blinked your eyes open, and tried to sit up only to be dragged back down by a pair of arms, confused you turn your head to find Simon, hugging you tightly he shifts a little and huffs, his eyes were still closed, you can’t tell if he’s half asleep or lucid dreaming, your alarm was still blaring from across the hall, and your bedroom door was wide open, you try getting up and prying Simon’s hands off you but to no avail he only hugged you tighter, probably still lucid dreaming, and your obnoxious alarm still going off from inside your room.

You lay there for a solid minute and then your alarm finally stops, and you sigh putting your hand on Simon’s shoulder and start shaking him “Simon, Simon, psst—Hey! Wake up!” You say shaking him a little more aggressively, “Simon!” Simon grumbles and buries his head on your side, you gotta admit, that was kind of wholesome but you’ve got work early today and can’t afford to be late, you raise your hand and lightly smack him on his arm, Simon groaned shuffling before he opened his eyes slightly scrunching his brows he looks up at you and nods his head before closing his eyes again “hey..” he says softly “Simon can you let me go?…I have to leave for work” you say trying to get his hands off you “no” he says simply, “No?…What do you mean no? Simon it’s a busy day for me, you’re not the only one in here who has a job” you say.

Simon sighed “yeah I know..” he says softly as he turns his head to face the pillow, he loosens his grip around you and you were able to get up and walk to your bedside table to disable the alarm, you sped to the bathroom to freshen up for the day and put on your uniform, you look at the clock, 6:40, the next bus comes around 6:55, so you have at least ten minutes before the bus comes, you look rush out your bedroom taking your bag with you, you look back at Simon who’s likely still hungover from last night “Hey Simon? I might be back later than usual, if your head hurts or something I have some tylenol in the cupboard above the microwave if you want it, and there’s still some ginger tea from last week if you’re not feeling very well” you say, Simon was still on the bed his right arm still stretched out from his side from where you got out the bed, still probably asleep, you thought and rushed out the door, running towards the bus stop, you pant making it just in time, the bus pulls in you check your watch, 6:57, thank god they didn’t come in time, you would other wise have to walk, you didn’t want to do that at a 45 degree celcius weather, you hop on the bus scan your card and take a seat, thank god for air conditioning.

you finally make it to work jogging, to the respective building, you made it on time, well, “on time” you’re practically five minutes late due to traffic, but still you made it, you set your bag down at the back and head out front to start your shift, you see your co-worker Aaron speaking with a man who seemed a little upset, and Aaron looking apoligetically, he spots you, and he immedietly runs over “Hey where’ve you been?” you were about to respond when he cuts you off, “—never mind, listen the man over there is having trouble with his automatic? he says the car couldn’t run and sometimes the alarm would go off for no reason, I have no expierence with an automatic, so I’ll let you take it” he says, you look over his shoulder to see the man you look back at Aaron and nodded, and you head over to where the man is “Hi, Im (name) nice to meet you, I heard you were having trouble with your car?” you say the man huffs “finally, yes, I am, sometimes it wouldn’t run, even when the key’s inside, and it would go off in the middle of the night, can you please check it for me?” he said “of course” you say taking his keys, the car was acting a little funky, he was right, but what the man wasn’t right the sudden alarm going off, but he was right about the car not starting, “well shit” you say, to no one in particaular.

After a long grueling shift you finally make it back home, hungry and tired you don’t even bother to kick your shoes off and went straight upstairs, you hear Simon from the kitchen calling to you, something about meatloaf, man that sounds good right about now, but right now your exhaustion is outweighing your hunger, and you drop your weight on the bed, putting your bag next to you on the bed, you slowly close your eyes, the last thing you hear is footsteps coming upstairs and Simon barging into your room , you didn’t care at that very moment and you drift off to your subconscious. The next time you wake up it was late at night your shoes were still on, yuck, now you had oil, and dirt all over your sheets and you still had your uniform on no surprise, but now there was a fan in your room and your window was wide open, and there was a very thin blanket on you.

You don’t recall having these in your room when you went to bed, you take the blanket off you, and take off your shoes, you let in the deep breath and stretched you groan hearing your lower back crack, you stand up, looking at the clock, it was two in the morning….great, just what you needed another shift in the morning and here you are awake at two am, you sigh dragging you feet out your door, you see that Simon’s bedroom door is wide open, he isn’t in it though, you head downstairs and found him asleep on the couch with a bunch of pillows resting between his legs, on his head. and on his side, holding it there, he had an arm over his eyes and his breath slow and light, you try your best not to wake him as you make your way to the kitchen, the light was still on, or at least the one at the dinner table was, and you find a plate covered in tin foil with a little sticky note on top that just said “enjoy —Simon” you take the sticky note off and unwrapped the plate.

Meatloaf, so you weren’t making it up, you head over to the microwave and covered it with a paper towel, and set it up for at least a minute and a half, you lean back on the counter rubbing your eyes with both hands, you let out a sigh, the microwave beeps and you take out the food, still smells fresh, you take it out and set it on the table with your utensils, you hear footsteps behind you and you see Simon mask off and rubbing his eyes, he sat down across from you as you ate your, late dinner, or early breakfast since it is essentially morning as of right now.

You two sat in each other’s presence for a moment before you decided to bite the bullet and talk to him about this morning “Hey Simon?” “Yeah?” “About this morning— sorry about sleeping in your room, it’s been a long day for me” you say “no worries, I get it, I should probably apologize as well, I don’t think you appreciated that I held onto you while you slept” he replied. You say nothing to that for a good moment, in all honesty you didn’t really mind that he cuddled onto you at night, “no worries” you say, going back to the the food in front of you, it became silent again, with the occasional tapping of Simon’s index finger on the wooden table, he keeps glancing at you, he leans over on the table and sighed, “(name)?” He asked “have you ever thought about marriage?” That caught you off guard, you put your fork down to look at him, “I….what?…” you say nothing knowing how to respond, “have you ever thought about—“ you interrupt him “no I heard you, it’s just, where is this coming from?..” you ask, you’ve only really been living with Simon for about a year and you won’t lie to yourself and say that you aren’t at least a bit attracted to him, but then again you’ve never seen him be anymore affectionate unless he’s drunk off his ass in a bar, “Yeah sorry, I know, but we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” he says, “what? No, no, no, it’s not that…it’s just a little odd, because…uhm, you said that I was your husband last night” Simon stared at you for a good couple of seconds before he rubbed his eyes thoroughly, he let out a sigh.

“Did I really say that?” He asked,you nodded actually now that you’re thinking about it was kinda funny. Not because Simon thought you were his husband it’s that you two weren’t even dating, and yet are very affectionate to each other in a way that’s more than friends, I mean you weren’t bothered by the fact that Ghost hugged you while you were asleep, it was just that you needed to go to work early, “so uh, about that marriage—any reason why you’re thinking about it now?” You say, Simon rubbed his eyes thoroughly”no, no forget it” he says dropping his hands on the table. “Why not? You don’t wanna get married anymore?” “Stop” Simon groans “are you breaking up with me?” You say snorting “don’t” “am I not enough for you?” “No” you snicker leaning forward as you eat your meal, Simon grumbled

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That was five years ago, you sit on the bus and look outside, despite the gloomy atmosphere outside it was hot, you stare down at your phone, it dings making it light up at the top of the screen you see Simon ‘I’ll be home in five minutes, I have something for you’ you sigh and put your phone back in your pocket, ans start fiddling with the ring on your finger, you eventually pull the string to request a stop, and lean back in your seat closing your eyes, today was a long day cars just kept piling in left and right, you didn’t think it would end, and thank god it did, otherwise you would throw the rag down and just quit, it was also nice that it didn’t get that dark at eight in the evening, everything was still bright, well bright as it can be on a muggy day, the bus hisses to a stop and you stand up taking your bag with you, you thank the bus driver, and hop off, you start walking home, you greet one of your neighbors Mrs Farris. before you headed inside your house, “You and Simon plan anything for tonight?” she asked “no not really” you say “shame, there’s a nice restaurant in town that just opened, heard it’s really good” she says, “I’ll take a look if I have the time” you say “thanks Mrs Farris” you wave to her and head inside.

you shut the door sighing and kciking your shoes of your feet, you hear the back door open, Simon’s home, you go to the kitchen and headed to the back to greet him, Simon spots you and smiles, you embrace him, and Simon reciprocated, you pull back a bit and gave him a peck on the lips before pulling away completely, Simon holds up a bag “I went to the store today, found somethinf at the arts and crafts section I thought you might like” he says walking to the dining room table and sitting down you sat down with him, and Simon pulls out a small antique watch, “Its not the most expensive gift I know but I thought you might appreciate it, I saw it at the thrift store when I was looking for some shirts” he says, you smile, gently taking the gfit from him “I love it” you say, Simon scoots in closer, and kisses your cheek “happy anniverssary, (name)” he says, “thanks Simon— and speaking of which, you wanna go to that Japanese restaurant you like? the one downtown” you say “maybe another time, love, Im kinda sick of getting from that place for the meantime, I feel like we go there every week” “we went there two months ago” you say “still, let’s just order pizza” he says “Alright, I’ll order, you want a movie to go with it?” you say “I’d like that” he says standing up and heading to the living room to pick a movie, you dial a number on your phone and place your order for the pizza. Its weird to think that five years ago, you’d be sitting here eating leftovers from three weeks ago, after a long shift, and Simon would be sitting with you on his phone or off to deployment.

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Author’s note: hi, hi, I am very sorry this was late I wanted this fic to be a slow burn at first but I ended up deciding against it, and had to change some things just so I can get this out before june ends, I hope you guys enjoy the fic, my next fic won’t be the merman reader fic, I’m sorry, it’ll be a character x character fic, Im gonna take a break from the x reader fics next month, but don’t worry I’ll still write them, I might also draw some fanart as well, and I might be busy in the next couple of weeks due to work and other things so sorry if I don’t post, anyway I hope you enjoy, and happy pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[sunshine-on-marz]

She Sells Seashells (pt. 2)

JJ Maybank x Reader

This series is best read in order!

Part 1, -> Part 2

Series Masterlist

The evening you spent with JJ was one of the best evenings of your life, so it only felt right that you thanked him. So that night as your aunt taught you how to make the seashell jewelry she’d been selling in the shop for years, you made your necklace with him in mind.

You weren’t working that day but you did go hang out with your aunt in the shop for a while until JJ swung by. He’d promised the day before to be there at 10 to show you around the island, and it was a promise he kept down to the minute.

“Well hello ladies” he grinned as he walked over to you, “you look stunning, truly, and I’d be honored to have the honor of taking you around the island.” You laughed at his comedic flirting and held your hand out for him to take.

“I’d be honored to have the honor of going with you” you laugh as he guides you out of the store, and you say a quick goodbye to your aunt as you go.

“So, as much as I’d love to show you a round the figure 8, that’ll probably not end very well, so I’ll have to pass that duty onto Kie for a different day,” he explained as you walked down the street, him occasionally waving at someone walking by “but today, I’m gonna show all around the cut”

“You banned from the rich neighborhoods or something?” You ask.

“Not exactly banned, just unwelcome” he says before stepping infront of you and walking backwards so he can face you “and you should know, it’s not my fault! They always start it” he puts his hands up in surrender as he shrugs

You nod “I’m sure”

The two of you spend the next few hours walking around the cut before you stop at “The Wreck”, which he tells you is Kiara’s parents’ restaurant.

When you walk in you’re greeted by the girl from the day before, who you now know is Kiara, behind the counter. She lights up when she sees the two of you.

“JJ!” She smiles as she walks over to greet you both. She turns to you “hi, I’m Kiara, it’s nice to meet you”

You shake her hand and introduce yourself aswell before Kiara goes back to work, promising to bring you both a meal on the house in a few minutes.

“She seems nice” you tell JJ while he pulls out a chair at a table for you.

“She is, when I was telling everyone about you last night she was really excited to meet you” he says as he sits down across from you.

“You told everyone about me?” You ask, both intrigued and a little nervous

“Told them I went back and got a date with the cute girl at the surf shop? Of course I did, it’s like the best thing to happen to me this decade” he was practically beaming just saying that it happened, you can only imagine what he looked like telling his friends the night before.

“Is this a date?” You ask

“Is it not?” He seems worried

“You never called it a date, I’m just clarifying. I wouldn’t be upset if it was” you clarify, and he light back up again.

“It’s a date” he says “definitely a date.” You nod before gasping.

“I have something for you” you dig through your purse for a second before pulling out the necklace you’d made the night before. “It’s not great, but I tried” you laugh

“Oh wow” JJ takes the necklace off the table and examines it for a moment. “You didn’t have to do this” he says, grinning as he puts it on

“You said that you liked mine, and I was making one anyway” you shrug, but the nervous smile on your face gives you away “you really like it?”

“I really like it” he nods

The two of you smile at eachother before Kie comes over with a plate of fries.

“Sorry guys, this is all my dad would cough up, I told him it was for JJ and his date but, no dice” she laughed, wiggling her shoulders at the date part.

“Thanks Kie” JJ said as he grabbed a fry, she nodded with a salute and walked away, throwing you a smile over her shoulder.

“Back to you” JJ says as he rests his hand on his chin.

“Back to me?” You chuckle “when were we talking about me?”

“Uhmmm.. now! Now we’re talking about you” he says “what’re you like?”

You breathe a laugh and start on about your interests and hobbies, anything you can think of really. And JJ listens, encouraging you to keep talking when conversation slows, and happy as can be.

The two of you spend the rest of the day chatting and walking around the cut, but eventually, like all good things, the day ends. You show JJ the way back to your aunts house from the beach and he walks to the door, promising to see you again the next day.

“Me, Kiara and Pope were all gonna spend the night at John B’s tomorrow.. I could pick you up at 8 if you wanted to join?” He offers, you smile.

“I’ll see you at 8, JJ”

READER MEETS THE (OG) POUGES NEXT CHAPTER WHO CHEERED!!!

Sorry this part took forever and is kinnda crap, I needed to get it out before I let it waste away in drafts, I have some really good (non series) JJ stuff in the works and maybe even something for the outsiders if you’re into that

Love you guys to the moon and to Saturn!

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"Would you love me if I were a worm?"

The girl silently looked at the ceiling, lying on their shared bed. Sleep refused to come and take her to the kingdom of Morpheus. Boredom and fatigue filled her head with various silly thoughts. But at 3 a.m., these thoughts seemed weighty and important.

Izuku Midoriya:

Midoriya would blink rapidly, face turning red as he processes the absurdity of the question. He’d stammer at first, muttering to himself about the biological implications of a human turning into a worm, before snapping back to reality. Then, with his usual earnestness, he’d say:

"I-I mean, it’s not scientifically possible, b-but if you were a worm… I’d still care about you! Maybe I could build a tiny helmet to keep you safe? Or—wait, do worms even have feelings? A-anyway, yes! Probably!"

He’d then panic, realizing how ridiculous he sounds, but his heart would be in the right place.

Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo scowl, half-asleep and annoyed at being woken up by such a dumb question.

"The hell kind of question is that?! No, I wouldn’t love you if you were a damn worm, because worms don’t have brains, you idiot!"

But when you pout or pretend to be upset, he’d grumble and add:

"Tch. Fine. If you had to be a worm, I guess I’d keep you in a jar or some shit. But stop asking stupid questions and GO TO SLEEP."

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto would stare blankly for a moment, then answer with complete seriousness.

"Worms are important for the ecosystem. If you were a worm, I would respect your role in the soil’s nutrient cycle."

A pause. Then, realizing that wasn’t the answer you wanted, he’d add:

"...But yes, I would still care. I could put you in the garden. You’d be a useful worm."

(He means this in the sweetest way possible, but it still sounds bizarre.)

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima would gasp dramatically, clutching his chest like he’s been struck by the sheer manliness of the question.

"Babe… that’s so hardcore of you to ask! A worm’s life is tough, y’know? No arms, no Quirk, just dirt and birds trying to eat you…"

He’d pause, tearing up a little.

"But that just means I’d have to protect you even more! I’d carry you in my pocket during hero work—no, wait, that’s dangerous… Maybe a little worm-sized armor?! Yeah!!"

By the end, he’d be fired up, ready to forge a microscopic shield for his hypothetical worm partner.

Denki Kaminari:

Denki would blink, his sleep-deprived brain short-circuiting.

"Uh… bro, worms don’t even have faces. How would I kiss you?"

Then, after a beat, he’d grin.

"Wait, no—I’d train you to be the coolest worm! Like, a worm that can do backflips! Or… wait, do worms have flips? Can they DJ? …Do worms even have ears?"

He’d spiral into a tangent about worm biology before finally declaring:

"Okay, yeah, I’d still love you. But only if you promise to be, like, a rave worm or something."

Hanta Sero:

Sero would snort, propping himself up on one elbow with a lazy smirk.

"Pfft—babe, you’re already a worm. Wriggling around in bed, stealing the blankets…"

You’d whack him, and he’d laugh before continuing.

"Nah, but for real—yeah, I’d still be into you. Worms are lowkey kinda cool. They’re, like, nature’s tape, y’know? Holding the earth together and stuff."

Then, with a wink:

"Plus, imagine how easy cuddles would be. I could just loop you around my finger."

Ochaco Uraraka:

Uraraka would blink awake, cheeks already turning pink at the randomness of the question. She’d giggle nervously, rubbing her eyes.

"E-eh?! A worm?! That’s so… squishy!"

Then, after a moment of genuine thought, she’d smile softly and boop your nose.

"Well… worms work really hard to make the earth healthy, y’know? So yeah, I’d still love you! But I’d have to be super careful not to float you away by accident…"

Cue her panicking at the thought of her Quirk launching you into the stratosphere.

Tsuyu Asui:

Tsuyu would stare at you with her usual calm expression, tilting her head.

"Kero… that’s a strange question. But worms are important for the ecosystem, ribbit."

She’d pause, tapping her chin.

"If you were a worm, I’d probably mistake you for food at first. But since I don’t eat sentient beings, I’d just put you in a nice compost bin. Maybe visit you after missions."

Mina Ashido:

Mina would gasp so loudly she’d startle both of you awake.

"OH. MY. GOSH. WORM GIRLFRIEND?!"

She’d immediately sit up, eyes sparkling with chaotic energy.

"Babe, we could coordinate! I’d paint you tiny neon stripes so you’d be the fiercest worm in the dirt! And—AND—we could train you to be a hero worm! Like, slithering into tiny places for recon!!"

Then, she’d pause, suddenly serious.

"...Wait. Would you still like dance parties as a worm? Like, can worms headbang?"

By the end, she’d be drafting a worm-themed workout plan.

[fangsandfires]

9-1-1 vampires are known AU. Thanks to @sloasis for screaming with me on discord 💚

It’s legally mandated that any vampires that work in stressful situations or may be around blood need to wear muzzles for everyone’s safety.

Of course, Bobby ignores that mandate. Buck wouldn’t hurt a fly. Only the firefam knows that Buck is a vampire, and they’re happy and fine.

At least until Eddie gets shot. When his blood hits Buck, the vampire loses himself a bit. It was a split second realization from captain Mehta that leads to Buck being pinned to the ground. Standard muzzles aren’t easy to quickly get on, so they have field gags to subdue unexpected vampires.

Once the gag is in place, Buck wastes no time crawling under the truck, determined to save Eddie.

“Are you okay?” But he doesn’t get a response, strange because Buck never liked being gagged- well usually anyways- Eddie’s probably just delirious from blood loss.

And Buck just whimpering because he wants nothing more than to be comforting Eddie, telling him it’s okay and to just hold on just a few more minutes. But he can’t. Because he’s dangerous.

They won’t even let him into the hospital.

Later on Mehta would berate Bobby, he should know better. Buck is supposed to be muzzled. It’s regulation.

But Bobby doesn’t even have to bring it up, Buck has pulled out his proper muzzle and is wearing it now. Because at least if he’s wearing his muzzle he won’t be gagged again and is able to talk and comfort.

One night Buck goes to check in on Eddie, he’s off shift so he doesn’t need the muzzle but at this point he’s used to wearing it and forgets to take it off. Eddie’s just like “why…? Why are they making you wear it now?” And Buck has to explain that he nearly went feral when Eddie got shot.

Eddie just full of guilt thinking it’s his fault.

[fae-cookie-run-madness]

So, this is related to the what-if scenario in TtF that moonlightheart11 came up with (aka Shadow Milk after years of spying realizes that the ancients are the beast's lovers reincarnated), any chance we could get a small fic where he tells the other beasts of this and their reactions and possibly preparations for their upcoming confrontation (like how mystic flour using the pale ailment to lure Dark Cacao, Eternal Sugar kidnapping someone close to Hollyberry to get her to come to the garden, etc). Of course if the latter portion is too much then just the beginning works too!

So, I finished the next chapter, which will come later. Wrote a small bit while I still had the writing braincell.

words: 550 (sorry it's so short)

Shadow Milk stretched his limbs and rolled his neck, these new bodies weren’t the best but it beats still being trapped in that stupid tree. He’s sure the others would agree with him. He paused as he thought of the others, he needed to tell them, if he didn’t and they ended up hurting their other halves. Well Shadow Milk wouldn’t forgive himself either.

He floated to the room located for the beasts, apparently Dark Enchantress didn’t want them maiming her precious cookies of darkness. When he entered he saw Mystic meditating, Burning Spice was pacing like a caged animal, Sugar was sleeping, and Salt was just sitting, waiting.

“We need to talk.” Shadow Milk said. Mystic Flour and Eternal Sugar opened their eyes and looked at the blue jester with annoyance, Burning Spice stopped pacing and sat down next to Salt, his leg shaking showing he was still riled up. Shadow Milk took a deep breath and decided to rip off the bandaid. 

“Our Soultied souls have been reborn.” Shadow Milk stated.

They were quiet for a second before Burning Spice stood up in anger. “Shadow Milk this isn’t time for your petty jokes!”

“I swear on my love for Dandelion, I am not joking. Everything I say is the truth.” Shadow Milk quickly said before Burning Spice had a chance to strangle him. Burning Spice paused at Shadow Milk swearing on his love, that was the reason he became a beast anyway, that was the reason all of them are like this.

“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Mystic Flour offered.

Shadow Milk began to sit down and explain his story, how he was able to see through the soul jam to his other half. How it became clear through not only appearance but the mannerisms that this ‘Pure Vanilla cookie’ was definitely Dandelion cookie reborn. How all the other ancient heroes he surrounded himself with seemed to fit what his friends told him about their soulmates. Eventually he ended with his story about his attempted breakout from the tree, and seeing Pure Vanilla but also White Lily cookie, and the fact she looked just like Spider Lily, just missing the red in her hair.

The others were silent for a while, to the point Shadow Milk was beginning to question if they believed him. Silent Salt stood up and began to walk away before his cape was grabbed by Burning Spice. The knight didn’t say anything, just glare under his helmet, it was clear his goal, he wanted to go and get his Spider Lily back.

“Don’t go charging in there, if you go charging in there, we could lose them. And I won’t lose Cream Cheese cookie again.” Burning Spice growled out, causing Salt didn’t reply but sat back down.

“I’m sure Pure Vanilla is likely sending letters to all the ancients, probably ready to warn them about us.” Shadow Milk explained.

“And there is no way we could get to our soulmates if the other anicents are around.” Mystic Flour said.

“Unless you would prefer jam on your hands.” Salt hissed out, glaring at Shadow Milk.

“Then our best bet is to lure the ancients to us at the same time, so they can’t call for backup.” Burning Spice explained.

“Exactly.” Shadow Milk said.

[diapurple]

Fanfiction idea that I’m never going to write.

What if Hughie’s superpower was some kind of shield, which protects him from Homelander. Doesn’t make him super strong, but every time Homelander tries to touch him or laser him or whatever, the shield goes up and nothing happens.

What if that left them in some kind of deadlock, where Homelander can’t kill Hughie and Hughie can still do nothing about Homelander. Maybe Hughie also figures the only way to get to Homelander is trough Ryan. But then he gets to know the kid and can’t bring himself to make Ryan kill his dad. Dads are important after all.

What if Hughie and Ryan bonded? Like cousins? Like mother and son? Homelander is unable to prevent it. He can’t kill Hughie. He tries. Once he tried to kill Hughie in his sleep. It didn’t work. It was awkward.

What if Hughie tells president!Homelander all the ways in which his schemes are fucked up. What if Homelander secretly enjoys having someone who disagrees with him. He still tries to kill Hughie sometimes.

What if Hughie stays over to play video games or something with Ryan, and it's getting late, and Ryan falls asleep.

What if president!Homelander had a bad day and offers Hughie a drink. In the dim light of the night, this request doesn’t seem so outrageous. Homelander looks small. Like this, he is just a guy…

[leenfiend]

sometimes good things take a while

(two slow dancers - mitski)

[invaderlynx]

Do you think Omega ever reminds Rex of himself? Two little blond tagalongs to a squad of older troopers? The age gap wasn’t so drastic between him and his brothers, but it sometimes felt that way, in the shadow of some of the best the command class had to offer. He’d learned quick though, as had she. He hopes she gets the life that all their brothers were never allowed to have. The life he never got.

I think he’d sometimes see his brothers in hers as well, though he’d try not to. Hunter and Cody, the steadfast leaders. Cody had found Rex, insisted he’d stay, protected him. He’d do anything for him and made sure Rex knew it too. Perhaps he sees a bit of Wolffe in Wrecker. Tough as nails, both of them look frightening, but are a lot softer than they seem once you get to know them. Not to mention the eye. Maybe he sees some Bly in Echo. Often the peacemaker, he also knew when to step back and let his brothers duke it out. His sense of duty was unmatched. In Tech, he’d see Ponds. People always assumed Ponds was the rational one for some odd reason. Sure, he had a good head on his shoulders, but more often than not he’d be leading the pack in whatever dumbassery they were attempting. He’d usually be the one bailing them out of it too. In Crosshair I think he’d see Fox. Blunt, sometimes harsh, and slow to trust, but clever and deeply loyal too—though that loyalty would be what Palpatine and the Empire would use to twist them into something almost unrecognizable.

[anothersuperstition]

like five commissions would solve so many of my problems right now …. 🌀you want to commission me🌀…. 🌀you want to look at my pinned post and you want to commission me sooooo bad🌀…….

a few recent commissions ⬇️

been loving leaning into more illustration/poster work and would love to do more!!