#3 AM again

[kurios-development-hell]

An Addison OC and some RL updates

An Addison OC I have plans to fit in my AU, but mostly created for sporadic RP with the Addigang.

Now, for anybody interested into an update about my life, see below 👇

We're still job hunting, and saving all the kromer we get from commissions to create a cushion thick enough to alleviate our transition into November. Can't waste any nickel until we land something, hopefully before the end of October. This week has several more interviews, and the guys at Nike are ghosting us and not calling back after the last interview from the start of the week.

The ones that were supposed for Friday and Thursday were moved to this coming week by reasons beyond our comprehension. We can't stress enough how awful is that they do that with potential employees and that close of the end of month, but that's how they toy with the good faith of everybody, for we are tools, not people that deserve a little of politeness (no matter if you are a paragon of a person or not).

And that's all in a nutshell. I try my utmost to make kromer to flow into our wallet (even if I need to strangle Ibis Paint for that), but I'm not enticing enough for anybody yet. Friends and other acquaintances are at least helping a midge, but they are arts I can't post here (you can still see some of them in my gallery over HERE). Because of this, even the savings I had for the new GPU are reserved to pay the bills and debts.

Finishing some art stuff little by little, but I can't fully focus on art for Delta-Gambit yet -- too much stress and anxiety going on, and I need to feel mentally at peace to connect well with my AU and produce good concept art (I think the character that is most sad about this is Spam, as I have a lot of illustrations I want to make about him and his Addison co-workers, but they will remain as sketches until I get much needed peace of mind -- his pathos is heavy but in order to produce art with proper narrative diction, I need a ton of focus... I know, I'm a weird artist).

Still, I keep practicing art and doing my best to socialize and cheer up others when they are down or in need of some kindness. I put those as priorities nowadays because I get the feeling that at any moment I'll lose them forever whenever I enter one of my work hyperfixation cycles. I still owe stuff to some people and I haven't forgotten about that -- even if I cook late, I'll deliver. Sometimes I wish I was more than one (in a sense we are a system inside) so that one could work on the project while the other would do all the socializing and the third one would focus on RL chores and such.

Nothing else so far... My relatives will keep draining me of the little savings I have for their own stuff. They have no shame, but that's our lot in life to bear. The day I become a [[BIG-SHOT]] with my AU project, will be the day I'll be able to finally cut the strings that hold me down... Until that day comes, I'll huddle in the dumpster of my life and keep praying for the [[ANGEL]] to come rescue me so that I can work on Delta-Gambit in peace 🎻

Until the next post 👋

[sxmmerberries]

Ramen At 3 AM - kim gyuvin x reader

✦ genre: fluff

✦ pairing: kim gyuvin as your boyfriend

✦ word count: 803

✦ summary: your boyfriend, Gyuvin, wakes you up at 3 am to make him ramen.

You rolled your eyes as you felt a poke on your shoulder for the nth time. At any other time of the day, you'd be more than happy to give Gyuvin all your love and attention, but at 3 am in the morning, you wanted nothing more than to continue sleeping.

“If I feel another poke. I'll bite your fingers,” You threatened, turning around a bit to face him, and gave him a sleepy glare.

You turned back to your side of the bed, feeling the sleep come to you again when you felt another poke.

"Go back to sleep," You grumbled sleepily, brushing his hand off.

“But I am hungryyyyy,” He whines, shaking you a little much to your frustration.

"Hi, hungryyyyy. I am (Y/N), and I would like to sleep," Gyuvin gave you a side eye, clearly displeased at your little joke.

"Pleeeeeeeeease,” He continued begging.

"I am not making you ramen at 3 in the morning. Make it yourself!" You glared at him, rolling over to your side again to sleep.

“You’re gonna abandon your poor, hungry boyfriend and leave him all alone in his time of hunger and need?,” He says with a fake sad voice, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"My poor, hungry boyfriend can get up and make his own ramen instead of pestering me," You responded back, pulling the covers over your head.

“But it tastes so much better when you make it," He continues whining and wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

You paid no heed to his words as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep much to his disappointment.

Seeing you fall asleep, he continues to leave little kisses on your face and then stares at you with a small, disappointed pout on his face.

"People are so heartless nowadays," He grumbled as he gave you a side eye before laying back down to sleep.

Gyuvin tried his hardest to go back to sleep, but he couldn't ignore the grumbles from his stomach and the images of hot ramen with topping whenever he closed his eyes.

He gave you one last look before sighing and deciding to make it himself. He tries to get out of the room as quietly as he can to avoid waking you up when he accidentally knocks over a glass of water on the bedside table.

He froze on his way out as he watched you stirring awake and sitting up on the bed.

"Gyuvin? What happened?,"You glanced at the broken glass shards and then at him before finally understanding what happened.

"I am sorry. You can go back to bed," He gave you a sheepish smile and walked over to your side of the bed, wanting to tuck you back in.

You surprised him by getting up from the bed and grabbing his hand as you walked out of the bedroom door.

I'll make you your ramen," You sighed as you made your way to the kitchen. Gyuvin looked at you with wide eyes before cheering in happiness, grabbing the packet of ramen that he wanted to eat.

He holds back a small laugh as he hears you scoff at him before he stops his shenanigans and just watches you make the ramen.

“Can I get an egg with it too?," He asks with a pleading smile and puppy eyes as he rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

"Of course, you can," You chuckled slightly at his childlike demeanor.

“You’re the best," He says, placing a kiss on your cheek.

A few minutes later, the ramen is done and he excitedly takes it to the table, quickly putting the egg and toppings in.

He then looks up at you with a wide smile before patting the seat next to him. You plopped down on the chair beside him, watching him dig into the ramen you made happily.

“This is the best thing ever,” He complimented as he savoured each bite.

"I never knew ramen could make someone happy," You rested your head in your hand, watching him eat.

"I think being with the person who made it makes me happier than the ramen itself," He grinned as he offered you a bite which you ate before grabbing the utensils from his hand and swirling a huge bite of noodles.

He closed his eyes, expecting you to feed him. He looked at you with disappointment as he watched you eat it yourself.

“My ramen!"Gyuvin protested, pulling the bowl closer to him to shield it away from you.

“I made it!”

"I am telling your mom that you ate my ramen!"

"I am telling your mom that her son woke me up at 3 to make him ramen and then won't let me eat!

"You wouldn't!" He gasped at your words.

"I would," You gave him an evil smile before reaching for his ramen again.

©sxmmerberries

more zb1 fics

[bbina]

i need something fluff for jaemin... bff!jaemin who have a huge crush on you... i... i need jaemin fluff... 😔🥴

or bff!jisung (can you tell how much i love f2l?) who so down bad that he lets you do anything to him (in a fluff sense and not in a smut sense)... anything... anything...

- 🦞

bff!jisung... 🤤 he's so cute!! i love <3 reqs r open for the meantime for 7dream!! + this is an old ass wip i had on one of my previous blogs so i just rewrote it because why not

"are you wearing makeup right now?"

"... no"

"you are! i can literally see you wearing eyeliner!" chenle exclaims, leaning in a little closer to jisung as he inspects his face

jisung sighs, shoulders slumping. "fine. you caught me. i am wearing makeup"

chenle laughs, plopping down on the couch next to jisung who was fidgeting with his hands

"let me take a wild guess.. y/n did it?" chenle teases jisung who instantly turns red at the mention of your name. there's not much hiding from whatever the guys are speculating about your relationship with the tall man. hell, everyone believes that you two are dating but think that jisung is keeping it a secret to avoid questions but who really knows

with jisung's silence, chenle lets out a loud, knowing laugh— he knows damn well that jisung can't say no to you nor has the balls to do so. he's just so whipped

"i'm telling you dude.. you like her" chenle points out after laughing his ass out. jisung swats him away as he continues to be embarrassed about this whole conversation that revolved you because chenle was right

jisung does like you

"can i put make up on you?" you ask out of the blue after sitting in silence with jisung, startling him in the process

"why?"

"because i'm bored?" you say like it was obvious, getting up from your bed to get your makeup kit from your vanity

jisung has no choice anyway because whatever you do or ask him, he follows with no questions asked

the next thing he knew, jisung was seated on your vanity, his bangs held up with your hamster headband to keep them away from his face as you start to paint his face

"hold still for me" you murmur, holding jisung's head in place as you work on his eyeliner

"it tickles!" jisung squirms at the touch of your felt tip eyeliner gliding across his eyelids. he was moving around too much that he accidentally jerked his head to the side causing you to involuntarily draw a line across the side of his face

"JWI!" you scream, rushing to get some makeup wipes just before the eyeliner sets

"i'm sorry!" jisung apologizes profusely

"i told you hold still!" you grumbled, wiping the excess eyeliner from the side of his face. jisung swallows hard at your pouting face. he doesn't know how much longer he can hold it in. that stupid crush he has on you for a long time now

but he's not too sure how to break it to you. afraid that it will either make or break your relationship

"let's try this again" you shake your thoughts away by grabbing jisung's head again

jisung simply nods and lets you do what you need to do although this time he has a different tactic to keep himself in place

he then wraps an arm around your waist to keep himself still. the sudden action caught you off guard that you freeze for a moment before you accidentally meet his eyes

then it hits you— the current position you two are in. the way your faces were inches apart, the close proximity of it

all of a sudden you were hyperaware about everything. since when did his hand feel warm wrapped around your waist? did he always look at you like you were the only person in the world? was he always this handsome up close?

your heart flips and suddenly the room feels small. the same room that jisung has been to more times than you can count

neither of you move. like you two were stuck in place

what the fuck

[babyboydaniel]

Knock, Knock (M) | Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lando really needs to learn how to knock.

Smut, Fluff | Warnings: 18+, Semi-Public, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving) | Word Count: 2.8K

It was Friday, which meant free practice for all the drivers. You were excited to be able to see some action, even if it was just the teams running their programs. Not to mention getting the privilege to watch your boyfriend in action, wearing his undeniable mouth-watering race suit with skin-tight fireproofs underneath.  

Your morning started with an innocent enough make-out session with Daniel before he suggested that you shower together to “save time.” Because somehow you were running late again. Daniel kept his hands to himself, well mostly to himself. 

After hopping out of the shower, the two of you got ready in record time, yelling at him that tomorrow you had to wake up earlier since you cannot live your life like that. All Daniel did was laugh in response while running some product through his hair to make it extra curly. Tempting you to just run your hands through it and ruin it. But, unfortunately, there was no time for that. 

The ride to the track was quick enough; before you knew it, you were walking hand in hand through the entrance. Scanning your badges as you made your way under the archway. Daniel smiled and waved to anyone calling his name. Shaking hands with those who came up to greet him. It made you smile, being able to watch the one you love be so loved.

It was not until after you reached his driver’s room that the thought of a potentially rogue Lando Norris flickered through your mind. With your hectic morning, the only thing that you focused on was getting out of the door and to the track. Now that you were there, you could not help but think about Lando and the antics he caused the day before. You hoped that you were not going to see a lot of him.

After setting your stuff down, Daniel suggested getting something to eat from hospitality since neither of you had eaten yet. Your stomach grumbled at the thought and that was answer enough for him. His warm, calloused hand returned to yours as you made your way back through the hallways that you had yet to familiarize yourself with.

As you waited in line for your food, you heard someone call out to Daniel behind you.

“Oy, how are the lovebirds?” Lando asked as he approached the both of you, reaching out to do one of those bro hugs with Daniel while offering you a tiny smile and a wave of his hand.

Daniel laughed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, attaching you to his side, “We are doing just peachy this morning. How are you?”

Lando quickly glanced at you before returning his attention to Daniel, “Same, though I woke in my bed alone, so it could only be so good,” he joked.

“I guess you could say I am lucky in that department,” Daniel chuckled while pressing a kiss to your head.

“I guess you are,” Lando responded, his eyes on you again.

“Are you grabbing something to eat? If so, you can join us at a table,” Daniel offered.

Lando looked as if he was debating something before agreeing to have breakfast with you guys. You grabbed your meals and headed to an open table. Lando followed closely behind. The chosen table sat four, a chair on each side. You plopped down next to Daniel, hoping that Lando would make the smart decision and sit on his opposite side, but of course, he did not. He chose to sit next to you. Flashing you a shit-eating grin as he subtly scooted his chair as close to you as possible.

“So,” Lando started, looking at you, “what are you most excited about today?”

As much as you did not want to interact with him, Lando was Daniel’s teammate and friend and you had to make an effort. So, with a smile, you responded, “Seeing the cars actually out on the track. I am so used to watching it on TV. I am sure it is much more magical in person.”

Lando nodded, pleased with your answer, “Just wait until the race. It is next-level.”

“I know. I cannot wait. Also, being able to experience what Daniel does every weekend he is away from me will be special.”

“Aww,” Daniel interjected, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, leaving an obvious wet mark.

“Eww,” Lando giggled, “you guys are too cute.”

Though Lando joined in on the fun, you could tell that something was simmering beneath the surface as he looked at the both of you. Was it jealousy? Lust? Whatever it was made you feel hot, radiating just beneath your skin. Remembering how Lando’s hands felt on you, how hard he was for you, the way his mouth felt around your fingers. Lando’s gaze fell on you, an amused smirk on his lips like he could tell that he affected you.

As you chatted, you slowly began to enjoy yourself. Lando was not so insufferable when Daniel was around. You could understand why Daniel liked him so much. 

During a truly riveting conversation about flying squirrels, someone called Daniel over to talk to them. With an apology and a promise to be right back, Daniel left you with Lando. 

The moment Daniel was out of hearing range, Lando opened his mouth. 

“Lucky me,” he whispered, “I got you all to myself.”

“Lando, I suggest you give up on whatever game you are playing. I am taken so you might as well save it for someone who will go for you.”

“See, that is where you are wrong,” Lando leaned in closer, his hand finding its place on your bare thigh, “I can see the way you react, that you are still thinking about yesterday.”

You shook your head as he began drawing random shapes on your leg. Teasingly moving higher and higher until his fingers dipped under the hem of your dress. If you were hot before, you were on fire now.

“Believe me, sweetheart, I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night either. While I came all over myself. Calling out your name,” his eyes sparkled, telling you as if you were discussing the weather.

You whimpered as you avoided eye contact with Daniel’s teammate. You were absolutely fucked. Lando’s fingers found their place along the edge of your underwear, almost close enough to where you wanted him. As if they had a mind of your own, your legs opened further. Directing him to run a finger along your dripping pussy.

 “Look at me, sweetheart,” Lando whispered. 

Against your mind's wishes, you did. The strong desperate look of desire overflowed from Lando’s eyes. It made you shiver. 

Before you could respond, Daniel reappeared.

“Whatcha guys whispering about?” he hushed as he returned to his seat next to you, placing his hand on your other thigh and squeezing it. Lando’s hand quickly disappeared from the other, and you felt like you could breathe again.

“I was just telling her about some embarrassing stories about you,” Lando teased with a cough.

Daniel groaned, “Aw, come on, mate.”

The rest of the conversation went on like that. Daniel and Lando went back and forth while you sat there quietly. Picking at your meal until you had finished, and only interjecting when spoken directly to. Soon the three of you made your way back to their driver's rooms. Lando disappeared into his room with a wave, and you and Daniel walked through the next door over. 

The remainder of the morning was just as busy with them needing to do more media and a briefing, and then Daniel did a quick workout followed by a stretching routine. Not wanting to sit in the room all day, you followed Daniel around when you could, watching as he charmed every person he encountered. You could not be luckier. 

Before you knew it, it was time for free practice. You and Daniel made your way down to the garage, where you had the privilege to watch from there. Daniel led you around and introduced you to any people he previously missed. You were buzzing with excitement, and you could tell how much joy Daniel got from sharing this part of his life with you. 

When Daniel got deep into a conversation with one of his engineers, you realized that you left your phone back in his room. You informed him that you were going back to get it. He shot you a smile and a thumbs up to confirm he heard you. 

As you walked down the hallway, almost to the room, you heard a noise. You stopped trying to figure out where it had come from when it happened again. Was that a moan? You thought. Then you heard it again, this time a little louder. Definitely a moan. 

Your head whipped to the right and noticed that Lando’s door was slightly ajar. Not enough that it was immediately noticeable but when you did you got a clear view into the small room. 

There lying on the couch was Lando, completely dressed in his fireproofs and race suit, which was hanging around his hips, but his fingers were wrapped around his cock. He was beautiful, girthy, and long, the tip flushed and leaking. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, moaning every time his hands ran over the tip of his dick. The obscene sound of him getting off made you hot. Your mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to wrap your lips around him. Forcing him down your throat while his big hands gripped your hair. Fucking into your mouth until he was whining and pink, as he looked down at you taking him all in. Those erotic blue eyes staring back at you, telling you how much of a good girl you were, and you took his cock so well. 

You stood there for what seemed like forever, fantasizing, and you could tell that he was getting close. His hips bucked up into his hand while the other was shoved in his mouth so he would not make so much noise. Precum was leaking out of him like a faucet. It was a sight to see. 

You were pressing your thighs together, trying to dull the ache. Losing your balance as you did so. While you attempted to correct yourself, your hands braced against the door pushing it open that much more. 

Lando’s eyes flew open as he heard the movement. The moment he locked eyes on you. He was cumming all over his fist, in hot spurts. His fireproof top was covered in his own release, which he would no doubt have to change. The desire to lick his cum from his chest was almost too strong not to give into. You wanted him in ways you couldn’t understand. 

The look Lando gave you was intense causing your unsteady knees to buckle. But he looked pleased. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, how the tables have turned,” Lando joked, his voice thick from his orgasm. 

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. So, you snapped it shut and quickly turned to leave, shutting the door completely before grabbing your phone in haste. 

Luckily, you made your way back to the garage without running into Lando. That was something that you do not think you could’ve handled at that moment. 

Daniel was still standing hunched over a monitor with some strategists, so you hung back and observed. Watching the way he gestured with his hands to emphasize a serious point, or the furrow of his brow when debating the pros and cons of a particular setup. You couldn’t get over the love you had for him and the guilt that was brewing in your stomach about how much you wanted Lando. 

As you were making heart eyes at Daniel, you felt someone come up behind you. Their fingertips trailed down your spine until their hand came to rest on your lower back. Their warm breath fell over the back of your neck causing your hair to stand on end. 

He was too close. Far too close but you couldn’t help but to lean into his touch. 

“I am lucky it was you who walked by,” Lando stated cheekily.  

You blushed just thinking about the recent memory, trying to ignore the man behind you and the feeling of his hands on your body. 

“Maybe you will think about me while Daniel is fucking into you later tonight. Calling out my name instead of his as you come. I am sure he would love that,” Lando taunted when you did not respond. His voice inching ever closer to your ear. 

You ignored him once again, but your body was a traitor. Your mouth opened as your breathing increased and the hold on your phone tightened. 

“Sweetheart, you can try to deny that you feel anything, but I can see how your body reacts. You want me just as much as I want you.”

Then in the middle of the crowded room and with your boyfriend only a couple of feet away, Lando licked down the shell of your ear before giving it a nip. You yelped, though it sounded more like a moan in your ears. Thankfully, no one heard over the wheel guns going off. 

At that moment, you turned to look at Lando completely. Moving away from his warmth so you have a moment to think straight. 

“Lando, I am with Daniel. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. So give it a rest,” you sighed, trying to regain some sort of control. Because being around Lando makes it feel like you might slip at any moment. 

Lando smirked, “Daniel can join us if he wants.”

Before you could respond someone from Lando’s side of the garage was calling him over. He looked annoyed but left without a glance back. 

You stood there for a couple of minutes before Daniel made his way over to you, that beautiful smile on his lips. He took you into his arms when he got close enough, your hands resting on his chest. 

“I saw Lando talking to you. I am glad that you two seem to be getting along.”

“Yeah, he is nice,” you responded, as if trying to convince yourself but doing a poor job of it. 

Daniel gave you a questioning look but did not ask any further questions. 

Then he was called over since free practice was about to start. With a grin, he pressed a kiss to your lips and made his way over to his car. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur, between all the technical jargon that you tried your hardest to understand, and attempting to understand the top-secret run plans. But, it was overall unbelievably enjoyable. 

Luckily, you did not have to interact with Lando for the rest of the day. He was too focused on his job, rightfully so. But that did not stop him from glancing over at you any chance he got. 

Once Daniel was done with all his duties, you gathered all your belongings and said goodbye to everyone on your way out. 

Being the sweet boyfriend that he is, Daniel had organized for you two to have dinner at a local spot, something away from the crowds with a homey feel. The hostess directed you to a small table secluded from the rest of the patrons. Giving you and Daniel enough privacy to enjoy each other's company without the fear of people listening in. 

“I am so glad you have been enjoying the race weekend so far,” Daniel said once the food and drinks were ordered, grabbing your hand in the process. 

His honey eyes were so open and loving as he stared at you. 

“Me too. I am beyond happy that I have had the time to do this, and I will need to plan to come to another one sooner rather than later.”

Daniel smiled, “Really?”

You nodded, “Of course, I feel closer to you when I am here.”

Daniel beamed and leaned over the table to kiss you. His warm hand came to rest on your jaw in the most tender way. The kiss was filled with an overwhelming amount of love. It took your breath away.

The rest of dinner passed with Daniel and you in your own little bubble. Loving touches and delicate kisses were in abundance. The food was delicious, the wine was flowing, and the company was the highlight of it all. You loved nothing more than spending time with Daniel. 

Towards the end of the dinner, Daniel and you were sharing a chocolate mousse. He looked deep into your eyes and casually asked, “So, what’s up with you and Lando?”

Your mouth dried, and your heart accelerated. 

“What do you mean?” you stammered, focused on the dessert in front of you. 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Daniel challenged softly, his expression neutral.

It was at that moment that you had an out, a chance to be open about what has been going on. You knew you were going to have to tell him eventually. But, if you were being honest, you were enjoying this game with Lando a little too much, and you were not sure if you were ready for it to end. Fuck, you thought. 

Part 2 | Part 4

[page-yerin]

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘. 강태현

sypnosis: you can’t sleep so your boyfriend comes over to help

genre(s): fluff

pairing: nonidol!kang taehyun x afab!reader

trigger warnings: profanity, (mentions of) insomnia

a/n: i wrote this for myself honestly LMAOO insomnia really loves messing with me these days

for my fellow insomniacs that stan taehyun<3

You toss around your bed for what seemed like the nth time, the mattress sheets shuffling under you. With a heavy sigh, you roll around to the small table on left side of the bed. Your fingers lightly tap on your phone screen, the brightness spreading and lighting up the whole room.

2 AM. Well.. shit.

You groan into your pillow, coming out as muffled grumbles. All you wanted was sleep, even one hour, but insomnia just had to bite you. Not even the lingering scent in your boyfriend’s clothes could help.

Tired—literally, and of no sleep—you grasp your phone. You pull it over to you, laying sideways on your pillow and pressing your boyfriend’s contact.

[y/nie] : taeee are u awake? can’t sleep ㅠㅠ

You knew he probably wasn’t, but it gave you some comfort to let him know you were awake. Although, you did feel guilty if your message wakes him up in the middle of the night.

You get up from the bed and manage to stumble downstairs, eyelids heavy and exhausted. You plop down onto the couch next to the front door with a deep exhale. You pick up the remote next to you, turning on the TV in front of you.

Just a few minutes into the video, the doorbell rings. Taehyun. You hastily shut off the TV and dash to the door, opening it.

Your boyfriend stands there, at your door, the street lights reflecting onto his skin in the dark of night. Taehyun scans you up and down, a gentle smile enveloping on his face. “You look really cute in my shirt.”

Your eyes widen, feeling heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach filling with butterflies. “Thanks..”

Taehyun slowly steps into your house, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door shuts, he snakes his arms around your waist and lowers his chin onto your shoulder.

“Were you on your phone before you went to sleep?” Taehyun murmurs into your ear as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck.

“Mhm..” You hum, feeling his lips press onto your collarbone. Taehyun pulls away to look at you, eyes softening.

“That’s why you can’t sleep, princess..” He scolds lightly. You nod sheepishly, letting your head fall to Taehyun’s chest.

You hear Taehyun sigh before sliding one arm to your upper back. He pulls his other arm away from you, moving to one side of you and crouching to slide his other arm under your thighs. He then lifts you up bridal style, making you let out a small squeak.

You lean against his chest as Taehyun carries you upstairs, pushing the door of your bedroom open. He gently lays you onto your bed, going back to close the door. He returns shortly after and slips in next to you.

You shuffle towards him, laying your head on his chest. “Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night..”

“It’s okay, love. I got up because I want you to be able to sleep.” Taehyun tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You look up at him and whisper, “Can you sing for me? It might help me sleep.”

Taehyun looks back down at you with a small smile, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Anything for you, princess.”

Your heart flutters at his endearing words, and warmth envelopes you as Taehyun holds you close. Your eyes shut as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and his soft lullaby. Sleep once again welcomes you in open arms.

[citruslullabies]

Good afternoon!)

I apologize in advance for grammatical errors in this text, I am writing this through a translator. Thank you >3

Would you please like to write something in the spirit of DogDay x Reader? I have a couple of sketches of small sketches.

(For example, Y/N took a day off from work due to illness, or Y/N was preparing to work from home, but the dog interrupted her or something like that.)

Thank you very much!!🍓

Hello, coming right up!

Also, before I continue on to the writing. If you speak a different language, do not request through a translator! Go ahead and request in said language. It is my responsibility to translate it for you. I want everyone to be able to enjoy my content so please leave that for me to worry about!!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: unspecified

Requested by: anonymous 🍓

Category: sick fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x sick!reader

Word count: 303

Cuddle Time

Your allergies were awful, with red puffy eyes and a red nose. As well as being sniffly, the whole ordeal was awful. Luckily you had a big canine to comfort you.

You sneezed into another tissue as you gagged slightly at the erupting feeling in your throat, wincing and sighing as you hesitantly called into work sick. You didn't want to miss it but your allergies sure did. “Yeah, I'm sorry.. I can't come in today. Yeah I know, really last minute.” You said on the phone with your boss, your nose stuffy and your voice hoarse. Your boss eventually understood, knowing you couldn't control your allergies and gave you the day off.

Dogday was busy tidying up the living room for you, so you went ahead and got ready for bed again. You just wanted to sleep and hope the allergies went away. As soon as your eyes fluttered shut, they were immediately opened again when you felt your bed be weighed down by a bigger body. You whined and looked over at Dogday who just plopped down beside you and started snuggling into you with his arms around your waist and his head against your shoulder.

“Dogday..? What are you doing??” You asked with a sniffle and a groan, wanting time alone to rest and recoup your energy for work.

He just hummed and took a deep breath in, and an exasperated sigh out. “I want to make you feel better.” He said with a hum, warning a facepalm from you as your chest lifted up and down from breathing with annoyance.

“Then make me chicken noodle soup or something..” you grumbled, but knew that he couldn't. His hands were too big for the pots and the lattels. He didn't budge, and just held you close until you fell asleep.

Dogs.

Thanks for requesting!

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Erasing Boundaries

Request: Hi I hope you're well~~I'd really like to see no.12 with Bang Chan from the prompt list. 👀 I'd also like to say that I've been a long time follower and I really love reading your works! Thank you for putting the time and effort!! <3

Prompt:

12) When your bias tries to delicately friendzone you, they realize you just wanted to be friends in the first place. Shortly after, they realize they’re the ones falling for you.

Pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"We're just friends."

"You're a trustworthy person, Chan," Lee Know muttered from his spot on the studio couch. "So I don't understand why you're lying to me right now."

"I'm not lying!" Chan said, spinning around in his office chair. "I really don't have feelings for Y/N."

"Right," Lee Know muttered. "Because instead of multiple feelings, you have one feeling, and it is love."

"Seriously?" Chan groaned, flopping his head back. "Why are you even saying this?"

"You follow them around like a lovesick puppy," Lee Know sighed, pulling out his phone. "Don't think I haven't noticed."

"I feel insulted," Chan pouted. "I am not lovesick, nor am I a puppy."

"A lovesick wolf then."

Chan groaned again as he spun away from his younger member.

After a moment of silence, he turned back around. "Do you think Y/N has feelings for me?"

"Probably," Lee Know hummed, not bothering to look up. "But I thought you didn't have feelings for them."

"I don't!" Chan gasped. "Maybe...maybe I should talk to them."

"And confess? Good idea."

"No!" Chan chuckled. "To just confirm that we're friends and nothing more than that."

"Are you sure you really want to create that boundary?" Lee Know asked with lifted brows. "You're friend zoning yourself."

"I'm friend zoning, Y/N," Chan nodded. "This idea that we like each other romantically must have come from how they interact with me. I know I haven't been flirting."

"I'm sorry," Lee Know sighed. "Are you finally having a mental break? Or are we living two incredibly different lives?"

"I think you're seeing what you want to see," Chan nodded finitely.

"Hello, pot?" Lee Know laughed. "This is kettle. You're black."

"I can't be in a relationship right now," Chan sighed, switching tactics. "We've got too much going on."

"There are far too many arguments I can make," Lee Know muttered. "And frankly I'm exhausted."

"Good," Chan grinned. "I'll let you know how the talk goes."

"Please, don't."

..

"Why was your text so ominous?" you asked, plopping across Chan's bed. Taking a long sip from your frozen coffee, you looked up to see him pacing back and forth in front of you.

"Ominous?" he muttered. "It wasn't ominous. I just asked you to come over."

"You said we-" you cleared your throat, trying to pitch your voice deeper to match Chan's tone. ""needed to talk.""

"Well, it wasn't so much of a need as it is a want," he sighed, finally stopping and sitting down beside you.

You narrowed your eyes at your friend, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. Normally he had at least a hundred things swirling around up there, but today seemed to have a hundred and one.

"You're kind of starting to freak me out," you grumbled, sitting up from your lounging position to better look at him.

"No need," he said quickly. "I just...I wanted to make sure something was clear between us."

"Okay..." you trailed off.

"We're friends, yeah?"

"If we weren't, I'd consider the past year to be a cruel joke," you teased, but instantly stopped as Chan's face remained solemn.

"Chris?" you squeaked. "We are friends...right?"

"Of course, we are!" he gasped, moving to squeeze your knee, but stopping short. Taking a moment to compose himself, he finally swiveled toward you. ""Y/N, you're one of my people."

Your heart gave a small flip. Chan was one of your people too. As someone you could always go to for advice or comfort, he reminded you of the type of guy who was your older sibling's friend that you always had a childhood crush on. You reconciled long ago that someone like him was out of your league, or at least that was your perception of it.

"And as one of my people, I want you to know how important you are to me."

"Chris," you hummed, holding your hand up in the air. "This is awfully sentimental for a Thursday afternoon."

"Right," he winced. "I'll save you my speech that I definitely didn't take an hour figuring out last night."

Your eyes grew wide.

"Joking," he chuckled unconvincingly.

You would find out later that he, in fact, was not joking.

"Long story short," he continued, unable to meet your eyes. "We're friends."

"Yep."

"Just. Friends." he said, emphasizing each word.

"Hearing you loud and clear," you nodded, still unsure what the climax of the conversation would be.

"Good, good," he nodded, reaching toward the drink you had brought him. "So, how was your day?"

"Wait, I'm sorry," you coughed. "Was that it?"

"Well, yeah," he said, furrowing his brow. "Why?"

"I legitimately had anxiety on my way over here," you gasped. "And it was simply for you to tell me something I already knew?"

"You had anxiety?" Chan pouted, his expression soft. "That wasn't my intention at all! It's just that the members kept hinting to me that they thought we were involved, and I wanted to make sure the record was set straight with everyone and-"

"Take a breath, Chris," you sighed. You patted him lightly on the shoulder. "I may have had anxiety, but I also am relieved to know it was over something so silly. I know we're friends."

"We are," he nodded. "You're the Patrick to my SpongeBob, the-"

"Wait, why do I have to be Patrick?" you muttered.

"Because you live under a rock and can't open a jar on your own," he grinned.

"Ah, right," you teased. "And you're SpongeBob because you never stay hydrated and have an unhealthy fixation with your job."

"Low blow, Y/N."

"The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

...

"I messed up."

"You're right," Lee Know hummed. "We should have given Hyunjin up for adoption years ago. Should I start looking for the closest fire station?"

"That is not what I meant," Chan muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I messed up with Y/N. Bad."

"Please," Lee Know said quietly. "Please tell me you did not do what I think you did."

"I made it clear how we are thoroughly, only friends," Chan winced.

Lee Know inhaled deeply through his nose before holding it and letting it out through his mouth.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Chan whispered.

"Give me a minute," Lee Know grumbled. "My therapist taught me to focus on my breathing when I wanted to get violent."

"Minho," Chan deadpanned.

"Yes, I know, you're my hyung, and I shouldn't speak to you this way, but damnit, man!"

"I know!" Chan cried. "I messed up."

"As you keep saying!" Lee Know sighed. "Now how are you going to fix it?"

"Fix it?" Chan chirped. "I shouldn't just wallow in my misery?"

"Let's try this," Lee Know said slowly. "If the roles here were reversed, what would you tell me?"

Chan scrunched up his face. "Well, I guess I'd tell you that it's okay to make mistakes and this wasn't a serious one. No one is going to die, except you, maybe of embarrassment. You can try to clear your conscience and confess, or just really make a go at trying to be only friends."

"And that's when I would say...?"

"Full steam ahead, let's make an ass out of ourselves," Chan chuckled.

"Correct," Lee Know grinned. "So let Y/N know how you feel. How you really feel."

"One problem," Chan sighed. "In the process of me friend zoning them, I'm pretty sure they friend zoned me twice as hard."

"What do you mean?"

"They said they knew all along we were only friends."

"Do you think just maybe," Lee Know said, tilting his head. "They were following your lead?"

"I mean...maybe?"

"Well," Lee Know grinned. "Time to find out."

...

"Christopher Bang!" you gasped, flying through the front door of the dorm. "I swear on every star in the sky, and EVEN the one's on Felix's cheeks, that if you summon me again with a "we need to talk" text, I'm going to end you!"

"I don't have much tact when I'm nervous," Chan admitted from the living room sofa. He cringed as he looked up at you. "You look nice today."

"I don't want compliments!" you huffed. "I want an explanation!"

"Okay, and you deserve one," he said calmly. "But first, may I interest you in a beverage?"

"Stop stalling."

"Alright, alright," he grumbled. Pushing himself up from the cushions, he came to stand in front of you. It looked like he hadn't slept in days (which wasn't entirely uncommon) but it seemed to really be wearing on him more than usual. "Our conversation yesterday-"

"Wasn't much of a conversation," you finished. "More like just stating the obvious but continue."

"Whatever it was," Chan sighed. "I was wrong."

"You were...wrong?"

"Yes."

You bit your lower lip, not failing to notice the way it drew Chan's eyes. "So are you saying we're not friends?"

"We are," he said quickly. "But from my perspective, that isn't the full truth."

You waited, unsure of what that could possibly mean.

"I told you yesterday that you were one of my people," he said softly. "But that wasn't entirely accurate. If I was being truthful, with you and myself, I would have said you're my person."

Lifting your brows, you tried not to stagger back. Was he actually about to tell you that he had feelings for you? After you had resolved yourself to live with the shadow of unrequited love?

"I care about you in ways that a normal friend wouldn't," he continued. His voice remained quiet, but he had moved closer. "And I understand if you only see me in that brotherly way, that's okay. I get it, but I drove myself nuts last night playing over our conversation. It was a mistake to try to draw a boundary in our relationship, especially when I honestly wanted to erase any we did have."

"Chris-"

"I'm a mess," he whispered. "I'm stubborn and obsessive and make so many mistakes. I'm tired and worn out...but if you can accept all of that...I'll try to be the best version of myself for you."

You stayed quiet, only able to blink up at him as you processed this new information. It felt as if someone was blowing a balloon in your chest, and it was destined to pop at any moment.

"But also, no pressure," he said quickly. "I'd rather be your friend than nothing at all."

"Silly boy," you said softly, only mildly concerned that you would spook him if you came at the situation too enthusiastically. Crossing the small amount of space between the two of you, you stuck out your bottom lip. "I see the best version of you every day. It's just that some days, your best is going to look different depending on what you have to give. Every trait you listed as a weakness has a strength to it. You're stubborn, but that makes you determined. You're obsessive, but you're committed. And with every mistake you make, you learn. It's okay to recognize the flaws in yourself, but you have to recognize the other side of all that. I care about every side of you, Chris. Every day, some days, whatever you're willing to give...I'm going to take."

You could see Chan's eyes go glassy. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that."

"Good," you smiled. "So yes, I care about you in a more than friend way."

You gave yourself a mental high five. Suddenly, the unattainable childhood crush knew you existed, and wanted you back. How often does that happen?

"I don't deserve you," he hummed, cautiously pulling you into his chest. Wrapping his strong arms around you, he gave a loving squeeze. "But I'm glad you think I do."

Kissing him playfully on the underside of his jaw, you laughed. "Shut up, SpongeBob."

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

A little bit of a twist, but with how many times readers get comforted during their period, what about a Reader comforting Vox on his period? TV man deserves some shark week pampering, too <3

Of course!! Hope you enjoy <3

Vox was not built for this.

He was clutching his stomach like he’d been stabbed, his screen flickering in irritation as he paced the bedroom, groaning dramatically with every step. Vark, his oversized hammerhead shark-dog, was practically glued to his side, nudging at him with his big head like he was trying to herd him back to bed.

And yet—despite all evidence that he was miserable—he was still trying to go to work.

“I have to go in,” he grumbled, one hand pressed against his abdomen like that would somehow fix the cramps. “There’s a full production schedule today, sweetheart. Do you know how much money is riding on my presence alone?”

I crossed my arms, unimpressed. “Do you know how much I don’t care?”

Vox stopped pacing long enough to squint at me. “Excuse me?”

I walked over, planted my hands on his shoulders, and pushed.

He grunted as he hit the mattress with a soft oof, blinking up at me in betrayal. “Did you just shove me?”

“Sure did.” I grabbed his blanket and tossed it over him before he could even think about getting up again. “You’re staying right here, Mr. I’m-Totally-Fine-While-I-Look-Two-Seconds-Away-From-Dying.”

“I am not dying,” he grumbled, but the way he curled into the blanket immediately proved that he wasn’t actually fighting me on this.

“Mmhmm. Tell that to your cramps.”

Vark took this as his cue to flop onto Vox’s chest, making him wheeze as the full weight of a shark-dog settled against him.

“Vark—” Vox tried to shift, but Vark just wagged his tail and stayed put, effectively pinning him down like a adorable, weighted blanket.

I snorted. “See? Even your dog knows you need to rest.”

Vox let out a long, suffering sigh, shifting slightly under Vark’s weight. “This is undignified.”

“This is necessary.” I bent down, brushing a hand across the top of his screen, mindful of his antennae. “Now, do you want a heating pad, or should I just keep piling animals on top of you until you give in?”

Vox groaned but didn’t argue. “Fine. Heating pad. And tea.”

I grinned. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

As I walked away to grab what he needed, I heard him mutter under his breath, “I’m still rich and powerful, damn it. I shouldn’t be defeated by a uterus I don’t even need.”

I returned a few minutes later with a heating pad, a steaming cup of tea, and a small plate of snacks—because, let’s be real, cramps and hunger go hand in hand. Vox was exactly where I left him: sprawled on the bed with Vark refusing to budge from his chest, his screen dim with exhaustion.

“Alright, let’s get you comfy, big guy,” I said, setting the tea and snacks down on the nightstand.

Vox barely cracked an eye open. “I’m plenty comfy. Between the walking anvil on my chest and your ridiculous insistence that I stay in bed, I’d say I’m practically in a luxury suite.”

“Exactly.” I flicked his antenna playfully before plugging in the heating pad. “And what do luxury suites come with?”

He hummed in thought. “Room service?”

I grinned. “Bingo.”

I helped him sit up just enough to slide the heating pad against his stomach, then tucked the blanket snugly around him like a proper little burrito. Vark huffed but adjusted accordingly, flopping his tail over Vox’s legs like some kind of protective guard dog.

Vox sighed as the heat sank in, some of the tension melting from his body. “Alright, I’ll admit—that’s nice.”

I nudged the tea toward him. “Drink. It’s got ginger, and don’t give me that look, it helps with cramps.”

He gave me a flat stare but took the cup anyway. “You know, it’s humiliating how much you know about this.”

I smirked. “I suffer once a month, every month. I’ve earned this knowledge.”

Vox sipped his tea begrudgingly. “…It’s not bad.”

“Good.” I plopped onto the bed beside him, reaching for the snack plate. “Now, do you wanna watch something or just lay here and wallow in your suffering?”

He considered it. “…Wallowing does sound appealing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, we get it, you’re dying.”

“I am.” He groaned, shifting under Vark’s weight like a man in his final moments. “Tell the world my story.”

I shoved a cookie in his mouth. “Here. Chew on that instead of your drama.”

He chewed. Then blinked. “Oh. That’s good.”

“You’re welcome.”

For the next hour, I let him be a dramatic little prince while I pampered him—adjusting the heating pad when he whined about it cooling off, massaging his back when he groaned about another cramp, and hand-feeding him snacks when he dramatically declared that he was far too weak to lift a single finger.

And yeah, maybe I teased him a little. But I also kissed his forehead when he finally dozed off, curled up with Vark, and mumbled something about me being the best personal assistant he’s ever had.

“You’re lucky I love you,” I whispered, brushing a hand through his hair.

Vox, half-asleep, let out a contented hum. “Mmm… lucky.”

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Ghost of the Ten Horizon: Forbidden West Hekarro x Fem!OldOne OC Action/Adventure/Romance/Hurt/Comfort Chapter 18

Part 3: Ghost of the Ten

"It’s like he’s picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, 'See? It’s beautiful.'." - Cath Crowley, Words in Deep Blue.

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Victoria found herself missing coffee.

Like a lot.

It sat like an ache in her bones and left her craving the familiar ritual and comfort it provided. Memories flooded her mind of Saturday mornings at the ranch, where Mama Maria would wake before sunrise to prepare the first pot of the day. The aroma would drift up to Victoria's bedroom and rouse her from sleep, so she could stumble down to the kitchen with her cousins and savor a cup before starting the day's work. She also missed that first cup after returning from a deployment, waking up in her own bed to the automatic brew set for 6:30 AM—a habit ingrained in her blood now.

A habit she was paying for as the sun began to break through the broken ceiling of her bedroom, shafts of light streaming across the walls and floor. Victoria couldn't help but lament the loss of that morning ritual. The loss of that familiar comfort even as birds sang their cheerful morning songs and the soft murmur of conversation began to echo through the halls of the museum—or The Grove, as the Tenakth liked to call it.

Victoria threw back the thin blanket with a grumble and ran a hand through the tangled mess of her hair as she sat up. The sun was barely up, and it was beyond humid as hell—a heat that clung to her skin and left her covered in sticky sweat. No matter where she went, it seemed to follow her, and more than once now she lamented the loss of precious, precious air conditioning. With another heavy sigh, she stood, her eyes flickering to the door just as the soft scuffle of footsteps stopped in front of her curtain.

Right on time. As usual.

“Victoria, can I come in?”

She huffed, annoyed but impressed that Beta seemed to have memorized when Victoria woke up now. “Yeah.” She grumbled back, standing to stretch, “Whatever.”

Beta entered the room with a warm smile and handed Victoria a tray of food—the same seared meat and broth that she had been eating every morning for weeks now. Victoria blinked at the thought, trying to remember exactly how long it had been since she woke up. She frowned when she was unable to count the exact days, like her memory was fogged with nothing but flashes of grief cutting through it. The same ache that still sat in her heart even now.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she reached for the tray and settled back on the bed to eat. Beta plopped down next to her, placing something heavy between them. Victoria looked curiously at the leather-bound journal and took a bite of her food before picking it up to examine it. The craftsmanship was impressive, with a strong and sturdy leather cover and clean parchment pages inside. The front cover even had intricate geometric designs etched into it.

"It's a journal!" Beta exclaimed happily at Victoria's curious expression, and Victoria had to bite her tongue to keep from making a sarcastic remark. "I asked Petra if she could make something similar to her big book she always carries around."

Victoria took another bite of her food before flipping through the pages of the journal “So, what? I’m just supposed to write in it now, like some kind of ‘Dear Diary’ bullshit?”

Beta nodded, “Exactly!” She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked to the closed curtain across the room. “I was just thinking that maybe having something to write down and organize your thoughts with might be helpful.”

Victoria bit down on her tongue again, holding back the bitterness that lingered there. Tried to remind herself that Beta was a fucking kid who just wanted to help. It didn’t ease the anger and hurt, however. So she just set aside the journal and finished her food. She offered Beta quick glance as they sat side by side in silence until Victoria couldn’t take it anymore and shattered it.

“We never finished our talk last time.”

Beta looked thoughtful for a moment before she nodded, “I didn't want to push you too much, especially since you were upset. I figured if you wanted to know more, you’d bring it up again.”

"I'm feeling talkative today," Victoria grumbled as she finished her food and placed the empty tray aside. “So… Zero Dawn isn’t a superweapon, it’s a terraforming system?”

“Yup. Controlled by a fully functioning AI called GAIA. She was built by Elisabet Sobek and team of the worlds leading scientists at the time. Each scientist had responsibility for one aspect of GAIA's functions to keep the system running after…after everyone else was gone."

“And it took a thousand years for us to get to this point?” Victoria gestured to the ruins around them.

"More or less," Beta replied. "After Zero Day, when GAIA Prime's facility was sealed off, it took almost sixty years to completely shut down the swarm. It took another forty or so to successfully start a functioning biosphere. And it wasn't until almost a hundred and fifty years later that humans were reintroduced back to earth."

Victoria let out a sharp breath, tears welling up in her eyes once again. She didn't understand why she kept torturing herself like this. Listening to the demise of everything she loved, as if reliving it would somehow free her from the nightmare. By the time the Swarm had reached the US, most of humanity had already been wiped out. She remembered the suffocating feeling of being trapped in a protective suit just to step outside. It was foolish and futile to think that mankind could have survived. They hadn't even lasted two years, let alone sixty needed to even start.

And that knowledge, that painful truth, was enough to break Victoria in all new ways.

She eventually raised a brow and gestured towards Beta, "What about you? Don’t get me wrong, the grungy scrubs are a vibe but they don't exactly fit the tribal aesthetic."

“Do you remember the Odyssey?”

"The luxury colony ship that exploded while leaving Earth's orbit?" Beta looked away anxiously, and Victoria felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Oh, you can't be serious."

"Surprise…" Beta tried to joke weakly.

Victoria jumped to her feet and paced back and forth in anger, running a hand through her hair as hysterical laughter escaped her lips. "This is like something out of a science fiction nightmare!" She turned to face Beta, "So you grew up in the Sirius System?"

“I was technically cloned on a ship that returned to Earth from the Sirius System.”

There was a long, awkward silence, then —“What?”

Beta cleared her throat, but still nodded “I’m a clone. Of Doctor Elisabet Sobek. I was created During the return voyage from Sirius.”

Victoria didn’t have any real answer for that except another —”What?!”

“Look, it’s a long story, and I don’t think we need to really overwhelm you with all the details yet—”

“Victoria?” Beta paused and both of them turned to the curtained doorway, “May I come in?”

Hekarro's impeccable timing saved Beta from having to continue the conversation. She looked visibly relieved as Victoria scowled at her and muttered under her breath, "We are not finished talking about this." With a scowl, she replied loudly, "Yeah, whatever!"

Hekarro ducked into the room right as a mischievous glint crossed Beta's face. She jumped off the bed, holding out the empty journal for Victoria with a grin. "Tell you what: start writing in this and I'll tell you more! Bye, Victoria!

As Beta dashed out of the room, Hekarro couldn't help but smile while Victoria just scowled after her.

With a tired sigh, Victoria plopped back down on the bed and gave Hekarro a cold stare. "Chief," she greeted stiffly, to which he responded with a slight dip of his head and hand over his heart. "What do you want?"

He hesitated briefly, a movement too quick for her to catch if she hadn’t already been paying close attention. "Several squads are out patrolling today, so the Grove will be less crowded than usual. I wanted to know if you would like to accompany me on my rounds. Explore more of the Grove. That is, of course, if you feel up to it."

The memory of their last walk flashed through her mind – lying in the meadow, watching the stars and just… talking to each other. In this new world, it the only moment of happiness she really had. And that terrified her, even if she couldn’t explain why. Victoria eventually shrugged and sighed, rubbing the tension from her neck.

"Why not," she muttered under her breath. "I could use a distraction."

A rush of warmth spread across her face at the pleased expression on his handsome features, and she couldn't help but fight back a smile that tugged at her own lips. In one graceful motion, she stood and made her way towards the door, Hekarro following closely behind. Instead of turning towards the main hall, he veered left this time, leading her towards the back of the museum. The morning sun had risen above the horizon, casting its harsh light over the bustling crater filled with workers scurrying about like busy ants. As they reached a wooden overlook, the pair stood in silence and watched the scene from a distance. It was a surreal sight. The last she’d seen of this exhibit had been during the height of Operation: Enduring Victory, and before that when the museum had been filled with tourists. Now it was almost a shell of its former self, repurposed to fit the needs of the Tenakth.

“An arena?” She asked, unprompted. Hekarro nodded,

“I needed a proving ground for Marshal’s of my own.”

"You really did just take everything you could and make it your own, didn't you?" The words came out sharper than Victoria intended, but Hekarro didn't seem bothered as she glanced at him. There was a contemplative look on his face as he observed the activity below before speaking,

"We must seem like children to you," He sounded almost amused, "We grasp at any remnant of our lost history and repurpose it to fit our present needs, even if it strays from its intended purpose." He gestured towards the crater-turned-arena and chuckled. Victoria shrugged

“I just find it funny is all.”

Hekarro backed away from the edge of the overlook and began a leisurely stroll along the wall of the arena while she easily matched his stride. They passed by banners hanging in the makeshift stands, bringing splashes of color and life to the desolate landscape that had been destroyed by the Swarm.

"Why do you find this idea amusing?"

Victoria hesitated before responding, trying to have a little tact despite usually hammer-fisting her way through every social interaction. "I guess it's just interesting how some things never change for humans. Your tribe finds significance in ruins from my time, much like my people found meaning in ruins that were already thousands of years old. It's almost like how a Marshal is to you like how Rome was to my people."

“Different, yet strangely familiar.” Hekarro observed, “It must be unsettling to witness your own past being utilized in such new and unfamiliar ways. And to see the impact it has had on the world around it.” He turned to face her with a concerned expression, “If it brings any comfort, our intentions were never to offend, but rather to pay homage. We simply didn't fully comprehend the truth before us.”

“Was it willful ignorance on your part?” He blinked at her question, furrowed his brow, and shook his head.

“No, the truth was kept from us, and… I grieve for the future that was denied to us because of it.”

Victoria shrugged once more as they arrived at the next doorway, both of them turning to a passageway that led further into the Tenakth's architectural blend of past ruins. She let out a small huff at the sight and Hekarro's sentiment. "It's not entirely your fault," she pointed out, taking the lead this time and strolling down the ramp away from the arena and into the heart of the intricately crafted wooden platforms and walkways. She observed everything the Tenakth had built in the ruins of the museum. A few Tenakth were scattered about, talking and laughing in sheltered shadows from the morning heat. They glanced curiously at her as she passed by, quickly averting their gazes when they noticed their chief close behind. Victoria paused in the shadows of a particularly tall walkway that opened up to a second level above, sighing softly. “The only thing that matters, I guess, is what you plan on doing with the truth now that you know it.”

“And therein lies the issue at hand.” Hekarro said as he joined her. He too gazed up at all that his people had built before he turned that piercing gazed of his to her. “You’ve changed everything by simply surviving the impossible. Are my people even ready for that truth? Will they ever be? If they refuse it, where does that leave you?”

“Ignorance is bliss, sometimes.” Victoria grunted, "I wouldn't blame them for choosing it."

God knows she had tried, but unlike the Tenakth, Victoria didn’t have a choice but to accept the truth for what it was. With them? Everything could be twisted and warped to make sense.

“And if they choose denial? They already worship Anne as a deity, finding strength and solace in her. If they were to view you in a similar light…"

“I was never much for godhood.” She shook her head, “I don’t have that much of an ego.”

“What of a guide then?” Hekarro asked. Victoria hesitated, furrowing her brow as she crossed her arms. He raised his hands in a calming gesture, remaining composed even as he sensed her irritation. "If not to my tribe, then at least to me. Teach me everything, so that I may guide them."

It was an odd proposition for Victoria, as she had woken up without any purpose or direction. Before, all she cared about was survival - her own and that of her family - even as the Swarm continued to consume everything around them. But now, being asked to guide others felt like a slap in the face. Why her? What wisdom did she have that could be beneficial to Hekarro and his people? She felt like a ghost haunting her past life, a useless relic that didn't belong in this new world. In her darkest moments, she contemplated ending it all by jumping from the roof of this ruined monument of death and war, just to escape the guilt eating away at her from within. Why was she chosen to live and guide when it could have been Anne?

Anne, the peacekeeper. Anne, the devoted colonel. Anne, who gave her all to the people but not to her own daughter.

Anne, who had condemned Victoria to this hell.

Anne, who would have been more suited for this role.

Victoria dismissed her spiraling thoughts and shook her head. "I'm not sure what I could possibly offer your tribe that would be of value," she said.

"Considering all that was stolen from us?" His gaze locked onto hers, piercing through to the very depths of her being. It stole her breath away, leaving her lost in the intense warmth of his honey-brown eyes. "Everything."

It was terrifying how she believed him. Even more scary as she wordlessly nodded her head and sighed, “Well, alright then.” She almost scoffed in amusement, “Lesson one, I guess.”

Victoria gestured to the ruins around her as she started to walk again, following the path outside the cramped ante-chamber before the arena and outside the museum proper to the road overlooking the jungle, “Do you know why this place was built.”

“From my limited understanding, this is a memorial to the Ten. A place where their deeds and stories are preserved.”

Hekarro matched her slow pace as they walked slowly down that path back towards the museum entrance. He kept his gaze level to the tree line, observant and stern. Victoria didn’t notice anything when she looked, but he was more suited to the environment that she was anyway. She gave him a curt nod at his answer.

"That's the general idea. These 'Ten' were actually members of Joint Task Force 10, a branch of the US Air Force that still utilized human pilots. Their presence in this museum is just one small part of a much larger history. Have you listened to many of the exhibits?"

Hekarro nodded as they climbed back up the stairs into the main part of the museum, passing by flickering holograms in the shadows. "Recently, yes. But until a few months ago, most of them were broken or damaged. That's why our understanding of what's preserved here is limited."

“Then you must have heard about “The Hot Zone Crisis” mentioned several times?” Again, Hekarro nodded as they made their way through the hallways and back into the main antechamber before Hekarro's throne. Victoria paused in front of Anne's exhibit, standing still and silent with a frown on her face. “Anne grew up during that time. Our family home isn't far from here, just a few days' walk at best. She met my father while she was serving in the military, and witnessed firsthand how terrible the crisis was. Climate change was spiraling out of control, with nearly all areas in this region becoming uninhabitable due to extreme heat and droughts that were unforgivable. In 2036, our federal government issued an extremely controversial executive order. On paper, it was an attempt to limit the impact of the Hot Zone. They wanted to use their power to force people off their land and into temporary housing until a better solution could be found.”

“Forced?” Hekarro asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“The federal government had the right of Eminent Domain, which allowed them to take control of certain land under certain circumstances. But at the time, many people in the Hot Zone saw it as a way for the government to seize their land and resources while forcing them to live in fenced-in camps. People refused to leave, and who could blame them? This was their home, no matter how difficult it was to live there. And the loudest voice against Order 73-H was Roberto Medina. He defied the federal government and used all his wealth and profits to provide proper housing for those who chose to stay on their land.”

“I can’t imagine your government was pleased about that.”

“They weren’t” Victoria shook her head, “And in response, the federal government cut off the Hot Zone from all water sources.”

“They’d rather let their own people die from the heat than allow them to stay?!”

“To prove a point and force obedience? Absolutely. And it only gave credence to the claims that the government didn’t care about the people. They just wanted the land. And that really lit a fire under people, and Medina reached out to outside sources to secure water for the Hot Zone. He signed a huge multiyear deal with a water cartel and he asked the Colonel of JTF 10, Edward De La Hoya, to not only protect the mining claims but to protect the water resources. It turned into the first armed conflict on American Soil since the Civil War some 200 years before that. US Robot command sent out drones force Medina and his allies into submission, and when JTF 10 proved just as capable of keeping up with the worlds most sophisticated AI, it turned deadly.”

"I wish I could say I was surprised that it escalated so quickly." Hekarro muttered, his gaze shifting towards Anne's exhibit.

"Some tried to prevent it from getting this far," Victoria commented, gesturing towards the exhibit. "Anne was one of them, and so was my father. They didn't believe that fighting would solve anything. When their call for peaceful resolution went unheard they instead focused on helping refugees - relocating those who wanted to leave the conflict zone or providing aid for those staying behind."

“An honorable cause.”

"A cause that got my father killed," she muttered, her eyes cast down to the sand before she turned and walked up the nearby stairs towards Hekarro's throne. She passed through the holograms into the backrooms, with the sound of her boots echoing off the walls until she finally reached the wooden overlook above the arena. "At some point, US Robot Command decided to launch a strike against Medina and his allies at their headquarters in an attempt to end the conflict once and for all. No one knows exactly what happened, but it's theorized that a JTF-10 munition struck a powering casing of a General Synthetic drone and caused a fission explosion." She pointed down into the crater. "That is all that remains of the base, of Medina, De La Hoya and his unit, and the nine hundred innocent people sheltered at the nearby refugee camp. Nine hundred lives lost, including my father's."

There was a long silence as Hekarro stood by her side. She fought back tears and looked at him. He met her gaze with steady empathy. She wanted to hate him, but couldn't find it in her heart.

"Do you see why I despise this place?" she asked, shaking her head in frustration. "It took everything from me before I was even born. It killed a man I never had the chance to meet - only heard about in stories that my Anne refused to tell me. It changed the woman who gave birth to me, who pushed me away in favor of her duty and pursuit of peace because it's what my father stood for. And even worse, it continued to take until it became my prison for a thousand years. This is not just a place of honor, Hekarro, but a monument to death and loss. Because war does not leave a lasting record of whether it was fought for noble purpose or if it was justified. All that remains in history are the innocent lives taken by war."

Victoria could feel the weight of her anger hanging between them, thick and heavy. She noticed a distant and far-away look in his eyes, as if he was lost in a painful memory. But then his focus shifted back to her, meeting her intense gaze with a softness that caught her off guard. "Thank you," he said, dipping his head slightly and sending his long hair cascading over his shoulder. His hand rested over his heart as he spoke. "For sharing this with me. I understand that it cannot be easy to live here. Constantly reliving these painful memories each day. I am sorry if my desires have caused you more pain."

She couldn't stand how genuine he was being. She wiped at her tears furiously, "A trade then?” She said, almost chuckling as she asked of him the very same thing he’d asked of her not that long ago. A question for a question. Does that sound fair?”

Hekarro's chuckled at that, it’s warmth setting alit a nervous flutter in Victoria’s gut. She turned away from him, hoping to hide the tell-tale blush on her cheeks. "A fair trade," he chimed in, following her as she walked back to her quarters. They were down the hall when she saw Beta emerge from Victoria’s room, clutching a few tools to her chest while another woman, who bore a striking resemblance to Beta, followed shortly after. The pair of them froze when they noticed Victoria and Hekarro, but turned to exchange knowing smirks.

“It’s all set!” Called Beta.

She turned to Hekarro, confused and irritated, but found him gazing warmly at her, a wicked smirk on his face that quirked a corner of his mouth. With an elegant gesture, he held open the curtain to her door and motioned for her to enter first. As they stepped inside, Victoria's breath caught in wonder. Orchid vines cascaded from the ceiling, their delicate petals caressed by sun rays peeking through the damaged roof. The vibrant colors of orange, pink, red and purple danced in the light. Hekarro stood behind her, still smiling when she turned to face him.

"You planned this," she said, shocked. "You asked me to go for a walk just to get me out of my room."

"I admit my deceit," he said with a hint of mischief in his gaze. Victoria wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off his handsome face. Instead, she scowled at him, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt. "I wasn't sure if we could plant orchids in the trees above your room, but once Aloy and Beta assured me it was possible, I agreed to distract you so we could surprise you."

“Why?”

He bent down and picked up an orchid that had fallen to the floor. He held it out to her. "I gave them to you because I noticed how much you liked them," he explained, his voice gentle and sincere. "and because I wanted to give you something that brings joy instead of sorrow." She accepted the flower, it’s petals soft beneath her fingertips "There is still beauty in this world, Victoria, even amidst all the pain," he whispered, his hand tenderly resting on her wrist as he gazed at her with warmth in his eyes that took her breath away. "And I want to show you every bit of it."

With a final smile, Hekarro excused himself and left the room, leaving Victoria speechless and awestruck. She returned to her bed and laid down, looking up at the swaying orchids above her as she held onto the stray bud in wonder.

And in that moment, the world seemed a little more colorful than it did before.

[haveihitanerve]

It was 3 AM and Peter was awake. He didn't want to be awake, but insomnia didn't much care for what he wanted now did it. Peter sighed, tilting his head to look at the clock. 3:01 AM. Blinked back at him. Peter groaned, tossing his pillow at the ceiling. “Im hungry.” He muttered, and with a sigh, swung his legs out of bed. “Fri?” He whispered. “Yes Mr. Parker?” Came the quiet response. “Is everyone asleep right now?” The AI waited a beat before answering. “You are not the only one awake currently Mr. Parker, but I have been asked not to reveal the others.” Peter sighed. “Yeah okay. Thanks Friday.” he muttered. “Of course Mr. Parker.” The AI responded automatically. Peter creaked the door open, checking to make sure the hallway was empty, before sneaking down the stairs to the kitchen. He was in the process of pulling out a bowl and the cereal when something connected with his head. “Ow.” Peter groaned, turning. “Why are you awake?” Sam Wilson was seated at the island, his own bowl of cereal in front of him. “I couldn't sleep.” Peter answered back sulkily. He pulled some milk out of the fridge and poured it into the bowl before putting it back and closing the door. “Fucking hell!” He gasped, clutching his chest as Bucky appeared behind the door. “Jesus warn a guy!” Peter muttered, slowing his heart rate. Bucky smirked. “You're far too easy to scare.” “yeah wheres you Peter Tingle when you need it?” Sam added. “I hate you both.” Peter said in answer, taking a seat across from Sam. Bucky plopped down next to the Falcon, spooning his own cereal. “This is pitiful.” Peter let out a soft groan, closing his eyes as his heart rate spiked again. Sam and Bucky coughed into their food, smiling. “Hey Loki.” “It doesn't work on you assholes anymore.” Peter grumbled in answer. Bucky choked on his cereal. Loki smirked. “This sort of food is… primitive. Isn't there better substance to be eaten at this time?” Peter looked at Sam and Bucky. Sam lifted the keys to Tony’s lamborghini. “Midnight Chipotle run?” He suggested. “Hell yes.” Bucky whooped quietly, shoving his bowl away. Loki smiled. “That should be agreeable.” “technically its three in the morning.” Peter corrected as they trooped to the front door, shoving their feet into random peoples shoes. “These are definitely yours.” Peter muttered to Bucky, lifting his feet exaggeratedly in the massive boots as they walked to the car. “Give em here.” Bucky reached for him, but Peter ducked away. “Nuhuh! I picked these i get these!” Bucky groaned, but accepted it, stomping after him in Nat’s heels. 

“Loki! Smile!” Peter called as they waited in line. Loki spun, offering a bright, surprised grin. Bucky cackled and the poor Chipotle employee just watched them in confusion. 

“Thanks guys.” Peter murmured sleepily, curled against Bucky's side as Loki drove them home. “Not a problem kiddo.” Sam grunted through gritted teeth as the god narrowly missed a fire hydrant. Bucky chuckled, smoothing some of Peters hair out of his face. “Anytime kid. Anytime.”

“Loki I swear to Thor if you hit another bike-!!!!” 

[gunilslaugh]

Hi! <3

Do you know the prompt "When you call them a pretty boy"? I once read a scenario like that and I wonder how the members would react to their s/o calling them a pretty boy. Would they get a bit emotional, be a blushy mess, tease you back..

What do you think?~

Here you go, I hope that you enjoy it!

All members :]

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you calling them “pretty boy”

WC:929

Warnings: grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

•He’s flustered, taken back a bit. Didn’t expect you to call him that.

• Will always take a compliment though.

“Whatcha doing pretty boy?” You asked as you walked over to where Gunil was currently sitting on the couch. “Oh I-I’m just… not much,” he replies stuttering, with a smile taking over his face.

“What are you doing pretty?” Gunil returns the question, causing you to laugh a bit.

“Bothering my pretty boy,” you say, repeating the nickname again.

“Ah, why do you keep saying that?” he partially whines.

“Calling it how I see it. Why? You don’t like it?” 

“It’s not- it just-.....” he stops opting to pull you in for a hug.”You’re attacking my heart!” He proclaimed. You laugh against him mumbling out a “cute”. In conclusion, please continue to call him pretty boy. It makes him feel giddy.

Jungsu

•Shy baby number 1

•Immediately turns red upon hearing the words leave your mouth.

“Can you grab my mug for me, pretty boy?” You asked while looking at Jungsu to see his reaction. You’re met with his very flushed face. 

“I uh- yeah. Here you go,” he answers, quickly moving to grab the mug. He hands it to you avoiding all eye contact. Face still tinted red.

“Thank you pretty boy,” you tease him.

“Stop calling me that!” He shouts while his face becomes even redder.

“Why? You are a pretty boy,” continuing on with your teasing.

“Please stop!” he begs, completely beet red. 

“Ok, ok I’ll stop,” you tell him as you rub his back soothingly. Leaving a few pats before going to fill up your mug. “Does it really affect you that bad?” This causes him to shoot a glare at you before walking away to plot his revenge. 

Gaon/Jiseok

•Goes 1 or 2 ways

•1 nonchalant he simply knows he’s a pretty boy

•2 becomes a complete menace, makes you regret saying it.

1- “Pretty boy pass me my phone please,” you say pointing to where your phone lays not far from him.

“Here,” he states simply handing you your phone, having no reaction to the nickname at all. Leaving you to stare at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” you reply before opening your phone. Maybe you’ll try again another time.

2- “What should we watch, pretty boy?” you question Jiseok while scrolling through Netflix. 

“We could watch that new kdrama, but I don’t think the male lead is as much as a pretty boy that I am,” he responds, causing you to look at him with an unamused face. “What? You said it yourself I’m a pretty boy,” he said while resting his face in the palm of his hand. Flaunting his visuals.

“I meant annoying, pretty boy,” you grumble.

O.de/Seungmin

•At first he’s a little shy, but he likes it way more than he’ll admit.

“Pretty boy playing a pretty song,” you greet Seungmin as you enter his room. Where he was currently practicing. 

“What did you call me?” he asks, chuckling as a light shade of pink dusts his cheeks

“Pretty boy,” you repeated as you plopped down beside him.

“You and your nicknames,” he playfully rolls his eyes and brings up a hand to mess with your hair. 

“Aye! Stop it!” you complain. Grabbing his hand to stop its movement in your hair.

“I think this nickname is one of the best ones though it suits you,” you pause for a moment before continuing “Pretty boy,” 

“It’s alright. Wouldn’t call it the best though,” he says, returning to practice another song, but you notice the happy smile that adorns his face.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

•Shy baby number 2

•Ten times more shy than Jungsu

“My pretty boy plays the guitar so well,” you express, sitting next to Hyeongjun on his bed, guitar occupying his lap.

“Why would you call me that?” He whines, a deep shade of red rushing onto his face and down his neck.

“Because you are. You’re the prettiest of pretty boys,” you declare. Making Hyeongjun cover his face with his hand, looking down at his lap. 

“No I’m not stop it,” his voice comes out muffled by his hands. You lean forward, prying his hands away from his face, keeping each one grasped in your own.

“Yes you are. You’re a pretty boy because I said so,” staring right into his eyes as you spoke. He tries to pull out of your firm grasp, but you won’t let him.

“Ok, I get it. Just stop now please,” he begged fervently. 

“Fine, I’m done…. for now”

“Yah!” he shouted, causing you to laugh.

Jooyeon

•Another menace

“What do you want to have for dinner, pretty boy?” you ask Jooyeon. He smirks upon hearing your words. 

“Your pretty boy wants chicken,” he replies with a playful smile taking over his lips.

“What about drinks?” you follow up. Silence is the only response you get. “I asked about drinks,” you repeat. Again you’re only met with his silence as he stares at you tilting his head to the side and shrugging. You let out a sigh catching on.

“What would you like to drink, pretty boy?” 

“Cola obviously,” he says sassily. 

“You’re only gonna respond to pretty boy now aren’t you?”

“You shall call me as I am,”

“A thorn in my side,” you state with a sarcastic smile.

“How dare you call me a thorn,” he lunges at you, fingers beginning to assault your sides.

“Alright, I’m sorry pretty boy,” you surrender.

“Good,” he says with a satisfied smile, but keeps his arms wrapped around you.

[nofilterchae]

02:09 AM - ♡ 양정원

idol! jugwon x gf! reader

genre : fluff

desc ㅡ jungwon was hungry after practice and craved for instant ramen

*ding*

New Messages from juju<3

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juju<3

babe i'm done!!

i'm so hungry ㅠㅠ

11.23 PM

you

eh?? you haven't eat???

11.23 PM

juju<3

i did before practice...

but i'm craving instant ramen :D

11.23 PM

you

oh..

well

eh..we run out D:

11.24 PM

juju<3

wHAT

NOOOOO

i can't buy it now, i'm already in the lift 😭

11.30PM

not long after, you heard the front door clicked and jungwon stepped inside. you get up from the sofa and peek your head.

"welcome back babee" you chimed, he looks at you smiling while taking off his shoes. "we can go to 7eleven now if you want". he shook his head. "actually i really want to lay down right now, so tired"

"you sure?" he hums then engulfs you in a hug. "okay then, let's get you washed up"

00:01 AM

"fuwahh" jungwon groaned as he plopped himself on the bed. you scoot closer to him and he invites you into his embrace. you lay your head on his chest , arms wrapping around his waist. soon you drift into slumber.

01:59 AM

you were woken up by a movement, you slowly open your eyes when you felt jungwon shifted again. 'is he not asleep?' then suddenly you heard a low grumble coming from...well, it's definitely his stomach. you chuckled.

"babe? did i wake you up? oh god sorryyy" he whispered and you smiled at him replying "it's okay juju". you get up from the bed telling him you need to go to the toilet.

done with your thing, you come out and look at the clock. it's 02:09 AM. knowing jungwon, he'll probably force himself to sleep the hunger away. you're thinking of sneaking out to the convenience store to get some ramen. your baby deserves anything he wants after all his hard work.

you take the key and his coat from the hanger then slowly make your way out.

it didn't take long as the nearest 7eleven is about 1 minute walk from your apartment. when you came back, jungwon was in the sofa looking anxious. he turn his head as soon as you open the door.

"oh my god babe, you scared me..you were suddenly gone and i didn't know how to look for you! you don't even bring your phone with you...why didn't you tell me you were going out..where did you go?"

he sounded so worried you started to regret it. okay, honestly going out alone in the middle of the night is not the smartest idea. you bite your lips as you lift up the plastic bag showing him what you got.

jungwon let out a deep sigh and wrapped his arms around you. "sorry..i wanted to surprise you" you mumbled as he carressed your head. "as long as you're okay, now...i don't think i can sleep before eating" he giggled and leaned into your lips.

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[theycallme-thejackal]

Vigilante Shit

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Lenny wakes to the sound of the doorbell ringing, and when he looks at the clock, it’s a little after two in the morning.

Midge is curled against his side, and he considers not answering the door because he knows who it is. But because of who it is, he has to answer the door. He huffs in annoyance before kissing his wife’s hair and then slipping out of bed.

“Where’re you going?” Midge grumbles.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises.

The doorbell rings several times in rapid succession, and Lenny rolls his eyes. Midge sighs, “That’s Joel.”

“Odds are good,” he agrees as he slips into his robe.

She groans, her head plopping back onto her pillow. “I’ll deal with him,” she says before moving to get up.

“Nope,” Lenny answers, going back to the bed. “I will deal with him.”

She looks at him for a moment. “Honey, you know I’m not going to - ”

“I know,” he promises. Despite Joel’s obvious belief that his ex would drop her whole life if he asked, Lenny hasn’t once felt threatened by his wife’s ex-husband. “But you’ve had a rough night. Let me take care of this, and you can deal with it once you’ve gotten some rest.”

She opens her mouth to protest but then closes it and nods. He gives her a quick kiss and then heads downstairs as the doorbell continues to ring.

Joel Maisel looks at him in shock when the door opens. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Uh...I live here?” Lenny answers.

“You’re supposed to be in Boston.”

“And you’re supposed to not cheat on the daughter of one of the most powerful mobs in the city, and yet here we are.”

Joel’s face blanches at that. “How did you - ”

“Mei stopped by to talk to Midge. Midge called me. So here I am,” Lenny explains.

“I need to talk to Midge,” Joel says, pushing past the taller man into the house.

“You can talk to her in the morning, Joel.”

“No, I need to talk to her now.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Joel seethes as Lenny closes the door.

“I mean no, like what you should’ve said when your dick wanted to go wandering into one of your employees. Midge is asleep, and I’m not waking her up for this. You can talk to her in the morning.”

“She’s going to want to talk to me,” the younger man insists.

Lenny pinches the bridge of his nose. “Joel, it’s two AM. I had to take a four hour train ride because you decided - once again - to nuke your marriage. I really don’t have the patience to listen to you pretend you know my wife better than I do.”

Joel glowers at him. “I’m going to talk to Midge,” he says.

“No, actually, you’re not,” Lenny counters, quickly inserting himself between Joel and the stairs to the second floor.

“Get out of my way!” Joel shouts.

“Jesus, Joel, I told you, you can talk to her in the morning! She’s exhausted. Leave her alone.”

For a split second, he’s is pretty sure Joel’s about to finally throw a punch at him, but then his gaze moves upward, and he looks so fucking pleased it makes Lenny feel sick. 

He sighs and turns, looking up at his wife, wrapped up in her blue dressing gown and the comfortable slippers he got her last Hanukkah. “I thought you were going to stay in bed,” he says, swiping a hand over his mouth.

“I heard shouting. Thought I should come down here and make sure I don’t have to clean blood off my wallpaper tomorrow,” she explains as she descends the stairs.

He scoffs a little laugh. She reaches the bottom of the stairs and kisses his cheek, and he can feel anger radiating off of Joel behind him. “Want me to stay?” He asks quietly.

“Always,” she whispers, “but I should probably talk to him alone. It won’t take long, I promise.”

Lenny turns his head slightly to eye Joel, who looks very pleased with this turn of events. He turns back to his wife. “Okay,” he sighs as he squeezes her hand. “I’ll go make some coffee.”

“Decaf,” she replies. “We’re going back to bed shortly.”

He grins softly and dips to kiss her before going to the kitchen.

The conversation isn’t as short as Lenny had hoped, and when Midge finally joins him in the kitchen, she looks even more exhausted than she had when he first arrived home.

She climbs into his lap at the kitchen table and wraps her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his neck. He slips his own arms around her waist and rubs her back as soothingly as he can manage. “Regretting decaf?” He asks.

She chokes out a laugh, and he feels her tears on his neck as he lifts a hand to stroke her hair. “He wanted me to run away with him,” she whispers.

Lenny wishes he could say he’s surprised, but this is exactly the kind of stunt he expects from Joel. He sighs. “What did you tell him?”

“I said no,” she answers.

“And?”

“And nothing,” she answers, sniffing as she pulls away so she can look at him. “He wanted me to pack bags for Ethan and Esther, drive out to Queens with him to pick them up, and get the hell out of town,” she explains quietly.

She reaches for the coffee cup on the table, and he untangles a little from her to give her the space. She, however, makes no move to get out of his lap. As she sips, he waits patiently for her to continue. “No thought of how leaving would affect Sarah or Charlotte or our parents or you..."

“You’re also one of the most famous comics in the country at this point; I don’t think you can just disappear without getting recognized,” he points out.

“I don’t know what to do, Lenny,” she whispers, quickly adding, “I’m not leaving you. I just...I don’t know what I’m going to tell the kids.”

Lenny offers her a soft smile. “We should get some sleep,” he answers. “You’re not going to figure this out right now. Especially since we don’t know what’s actually going to happen.”

“You don’t know me at all, do you?” She drawls.

He chuckles. “I do. And I know that you can’t help but worry, but for all we know, this could blow over. Joel and Mei could divorce without it getting messy, meaning there will be no explaining on your end.”

“But - ”

“Midge,” he sighs. “I know you can fix anything, but this is not yours to fix. We’re just going to have to deal with things as they happen.”

Her head thuds gently against his shoulder. “I hate this.”

“I do, too,” he murmurs against her hair, placing a soft kiss there. “But for now, let’s hit the sack.”

“Can’t move,” she mutters.

He laughs quietly again. “Well, you’ve had a hell of a night,” he concedes, gently taking the cup from her grasp and setting it on the table. He scoops her up, groaning a little from the effort. It’s not that she’s heavy - he’s just getting older.

By the time he gets them to the bedroom, she’s snoozing on his shoulder, and he tucks her into their bed before sliding in behind her and holding her close.

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Overworking Isn’t Good

SUMMARY: What do you do when Katsuki, the person you love so, so much, shows signs of overworking  himself? What can you even do to help him? WORD COUNT: 700+

WARNINGS: Katsuki overworking, self-harm (just adding this in case) (he uses his quirk so uh-), you comforting Katsuki, Katsuki not thinking he’s strong enough (he’s so strong tho-)

A/N: This took me waaaay too long to finish- I kept getting distracted </3 Anyways, yes- this was a collab with @minsipie​ for their Ease the Pain Collab! (Yes I’m tryna finish all of my Collab stuff so I can start writing stuff for my own collab...) No because he’s my comfort character and deserves all the love- Katsuki deserves like, a couple forehead kisses. A/N PART 2: Also y’all, please don’t overwork yourself… It’s not good (I say this as I am currently doing a lot of things at once and slightly overworking myself-) BUT, I don’t want y’all getting exhausted. Take some time for yourself to just relax. <33 A/N PART 3: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

"How long has it been since you slept?"

Your eyes were filled with worry for Katsuki, frowning softly. "Seriously. What have you been doing?" You smacked his shoulder gently. "You look like you're about to collapse."

"...'S nothing, don't worry about me." A soft huff escaped the ash-blond male, not meeting your gaze. "'M fine, I promise."

You shook your head, disbelieving. "Oh, hush. That's clearly not true." You grabbed his arm, dragging him toward his bed. "Go. To. Sleep."

"But..." He mumbled, barely resisting your touch. He was pretty sleepy, anyway.

You sighed softly as you plopped down on the bed next to him. "Have you been sleeping much?" You asked, gently running a hand through his hair.

He grumbled softly as he laid down, leaning in to your touch. "...Suppose not. But, I have to train... I can't let Icy Hot beat me, or Deku..." He muttered, huffing a little. "I have to be the best, Number One in my class; otherwise, how'll I be a good hero...?"

You huffed a little, gently smacking his shoulder. "That's stupid. Of course you'll be a good hero. Look at Hawks, he's a good hero, and he's not number one, is he?"

"Yeah, but... I have to be number one, I have to beat all the extras-"

"Yes, yes, but you have to rest. If you don't rest, then your body would be too overworked, and that wouldn't be good, would it? Just take some time off. You're clearly exhausted."

"'M not..." He muttered, just leaning in to your touch as his eyes fluttered shut.

A few moments later, he fell asleep, you yawning a bit before wrapping your arms around him, laying next to him and nuzzling in to him. You soon drifted off as well, being a bit tired.

A couple hours later, Katsuki stirred slightly. You were already awake, laying next to him on your stomach as you were on your computer. When you heard him stirring, you closed your computer before leaning next to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Feel better?" You asked softly, wrapping your arms around him.

The male nodded with a soft hum, relaxing ever so slightly at your touch. He leaned in to your touch even more, content. "Yeah... Thanks. You really don't need to worry about me, though."

"Oh really," you deadpanned, staring at him. "If I didn't worry, you'd overwork yourself until you passed out." You nudged him gently with a small sigh. "You're an idiot."

Katsuki grumbled softly, frowning a bit. "...'M not an idiot, [Y/N]." He huffed a little.

"Yes you are. I love you, though." You paused for a moment. "How exactly are you overworking yourself, though?"

"I'm not overworking myself." He huffed again at your stare, then pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up.

You hadn't really realized that he never wore short sleeves anymore; you had thought that he was just cold. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw the bruises on his raw skin, some that looked like it had been scratched off. "I... Katsuki."

"It's not what you think- I, I've been trying to be able to use my quirk more, and I was just using it on myself to make sure I was getting stronger..." He bit his lip lightly, cringing in on himself. He hated having you stare at him like this... It made him uneasy.

"So? You can't keep hurting yourself like this." You huffed softly, arms moving to gently wrap around the male. "It'll make you worse. I know you're trying to get stronger, I really do. But overworking yourself is like going one step forward and two steps back. Proper rest, as well as not overusing your quirk, will help you become better, I promise." You held him close, gently wrapping your arms around him. "So... Promise me you won't try to use your quirk as much, please..."

"...Whatever, you really don't need to worry so much. It's unnecessary." The male sighed. "But, fine, I won't. Or, I'll try not to, at least..." He grumbled softly. He really would do anything for you... Even this. Even stop doing a lot of his training just to appease you. His eyes softened a bit as he held you close, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. This was the one thing that comforted him, just having you here, and he wouldn't want anything else to change.

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Twenty

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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You imagined from Jinyoung's perspective; you looked a bit like a fish gasping for air. Opening your mouth only to close it again when no words came, you grappled with what to do.

Pulling himself up into a much less seductive position, (albeit still hot - it was THE Park Jinyoung after all) he patted the bed lightly beside him and smiled. "Sit."

Your brain instantly obeyed, dropping your body like dead weight beside his.

"I bet you're wondering why you're here with me," Jinyoung smiled easily. "And not Jack-"

"Y/N!" a familiar, gravelly voice called as it came hurtling into the room.

Belly-flopping into both you and Jinyoung's laps, Jackson splayed across your thighs, a wide smile on his face.

"Yah," Jinyoung groaned, immediately pushing the older man's legs away, causing Jackson to roll toward the ground. "You didn't even let me get to the buildup."

Plopping unceremoniously onto the hard wood floor, Jackson winced. "I was excited."

"Evidently," Jinyoung grumbled, shaking his head.

Trying to hide your amusement, you watched as Jackson crawled back toward the bed. Pulling himself to his knees, he set his arms gently across your legs and smiled up at you. "Hello, gorgeous."

"And it begins!" Jinyoung groaned. "I couldn't even flirt for five minutes without you ruining it."

"It's my date," Jackson bickered back. "Why should I let you flirt with them?"

"Because," Jinyoung said softly. Turning toward you, he reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Biting his lip slowly, he let it pop out from his teeth before smiling. "I'm good at it."

His methods were much more efficient than you had anticipated, causing your soul to leave your body before slamming back into it again. What in the Wattpad was that?

"So am I!" Jackson whined. "Y/N, tell him how much I romanced you on our first date."

"Oh yeah," you nodded, still struggling to get your bearings. "So much romance. Very...wow."

Jackson rolled his eyes as Jinyoung cackled.

"Jinyoung's obvious jealousy aside," Jackson sighed. "Are you ready for the best slumber party ever?"

"I'm going to own Season 4 when they draft me for this show," Jinyoung pouted. "Mark my words."

"Who came up with the idea for a slumber party?" you asked, noting how very themed it was. You hadn't noticed it when you walked in, but there were three sleeping bags rolled up and set at the head of the bed, each with their own signature 90's cartoon character. The fairy lights you had thought came default in the room were actually haphazardly strung Christmas lights. There were also even more snacks spread out on the bedside tables.

"Me," Jinyoung and Jackson said in unison, only to turn on each other. "You?!"

"I've always wanted to have a good, old-fashioned y2k slumber party," Jackson challenged. "I trained a lot as a kid and didn't have time to do fun stuff like this."

"You may have always wanted to do it," Jinyoung countered. "But I was the one who suggested it."

Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side, Jackson gave a small nod in acknowledgement. "Okay, maybe I remember that."

Watching the two of them bicker back and forth was one of the purest forms of entertainment you had had in a while.

"Why don't we get started on some snacks?" Jackson continued cheerfully, springing from his spot on the floor. Grabbing you by the wrist, he dragged you through the camera men and back into the seating area. "Pick your poison."

Your eyes weren't sure where to land first. Every Korean chip and candy that you were familiar with was clustered on the tabletop. There were even snacks from your home country, which was a special surprise.

You glanced up to Jackson who was busy watching you. "Pick for me?"

A slow smile spread across his lips as he began to nod. "How about this," he hummed, putting a bag of shrimp chips in one hand. "And this to balance it out." He placed Lotte chocolate in the opposite hand. "Go sit and I'll grab us all some drinks."

Doing as you were told, you waddled with your snacks (you had admittedly grabbed one or two more) and cuddled up on the sofa.

Jinyoung followed behind, a bag of seaweed snacks in his hand as he dropped heavily in one of the accent chairs. "I have to ask, Y/N. What are your intentions with my friend?"

A shit eating grin spread across his face as you heard Jackson bark laugh from the kitchenette.

You snorted softly with amusement. It was incredibly clear how important Jackson and Jinyoung were to each other, so even though Jinyoung was phrasing it in a joking manner, there was a hint of seriousness behind the question.

"I have only good intentions," you said carefully. "While not every choice has been my own, I'm really valuing the time that I've spent with Jackson, and I look forward to getting to know him better."

"What a diplomatic answer," Jinyoung hummed. "Do you think you have a handle on his personality from what you've seen so far?"

"Maybe a certain side of it," you nodded. "He's very caring, especially when it comes to his family, both found and biological."

You watched Jinyoung's lips twitch at that. The way you saw it, Got7 was the family that Jackson got to choose, and he was all the better for it.

"He's got a fiery side to him," you continued. "But in different ways. He's fiery in his passion for what he's doing and, in his communication, to get his point across. He's also fiery in a simmering sense."

"Do tell."

You felt your cheeks grow warm. "Well, he has no issue conveying what he wants emotionally...or physically."

"Physically?" Jinyoung coughed, wide-eyed.

"Calm down," Jackson chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head before handing a drink to his member. "I tried to kiss them. No big deal."

"But I'm guessing he was very clear while trying to do that," Jinyoung finished, gladly accepting the bottle he was offered.

"It's important to be clear," Jackson nodded, taking a seat beside you. "I never want to pressure someone into something they don't want."

"Which brings me to my next point," you smiled. "He's both nice and kind. He's nice while other people are around, and very respectful. But in private, he's extremely kind. It's in his words and actions that not everyone gets to see. He doesn't need to prove that side of himself to anyone. He just gives it freely."

"Well said," Jinyoung agreed.

Jackson let out a chirp of approval, a cheesy smile on his face. "I could listen to you two talk about me all day."

"Which means we should stop immediately," Jinyoung laughed.

"No, no," you interrupted. "I want you to tell me about him. From a friend's perspective."

Jinyoung took a deep breath before leaning all the way back in his seat. He eyed his friend wearily.

"I met Jackson on his very first day in Korea," Jinyoung started. "I asked one of the managers if he was an actor from Hong Kong because he was so handsome."

Jackson beamed as he slapped the air. "You are a good flirt."

Jinyoung smiled before shaking his head. "We went out to a restaurant and started to get to know each other. I liked him from the very beginning. He was just so free. I know we all see this side of him that's so bright and clever, but really, he's one of the calmest people in private. He's a grounding force."

"Someone has to be," Jackson chuckled. "Half of you have the worst tempers."

Ignoring that barb, Jinyoung continued. "I like to say that he's my teacher of life. He tells me all the time that I can do anything. You'll find with this career that a lot of people will say that, but with him, you actually believe it. He has so much faith in you that you start having faith in yourself."

"Needless to say," Jackson said, emotion clear in his voice. "We're friends for life."

"We are," Jinyoung agreed.

"He's a true-hearted friend," Jackson nodded. "I know this wasn't a question about him, but in fifty or sixty years, I think we'll still be spending time together."

"Little old men," Jinyoung laughed. "Pop, locking, and dropping it."

"I hope I'm there to see it," you smiled.

"Me too," Jackson hummed, wiggling his brows. "Cause that'll mean I won."

"Not necessarily," Jinyoung said, waving a finger. "You could just be friends."

"Okay, that's fair," Jackson agreed. "If I didn't get another option, I think I'd be happy with that too."

"Thanks," you grinned. "Hopefully you'll have a high opinion of me someday as well. Hearing you two talk about each other is adorable."

"Adorable," Jinyoung scoffed. "Please don't tell another living soul."

"I hate to break it to you," Jackson whispered. "But there's been cameras recording this whole time."

Jinyoung sprung forward, clutching his chest as he gasped. "How was I supposed to know?! I should have charged a higher price to say all of that."

Jackson giggled. "Before my friend here makes me pay a compliment tax, why don't we play a game?"

"Sure," you agreed easily. "What did you have in mind?"

"Weeeell," he sang. "It wouldn't be a real slumber party without a game of truth or dare, would it?"

You shuttered internally. While you hadn't been to an abundance of sleepovers in your day, you had been forced into truth or dare more than once. The game could go one of two ways; one, incredibly boring because everyone chooses truth, or two, grow out of control as people try to out-dare each other. Judging your company, you were leaning toward the latter.

"Alright Y/N," Jinyoung said, mischievousness dancing across his features. "Truth or dare?"

You sighed, knowing that picking truth would be a cop out, but didn't want to commit to whatever twisted dare these two could come up with. "Truth."

"What's your worst fear?" Jinyoung asked. "Specifically, about this show?"

You weren't sure what kind of question you had been expecting, but it definitely wasn't that. Jinyoung had pin-pointed the exact thing that could instantly turn your brain to mush. You tried to tread water in the sea of problems that My Idol presented. Due to recent events, one of your newest fears was that you or one of the guys would get injured. Some of them already had and that was pain enough. The thought that it could get worse wasn't a line that you wanted to cross right now. No, you'd choose to ignore the chaos of the security issues and go with something that had been one of your fears when the show started.

"I'm afraid that I'll fall in love with more than one person," you admitted. "And that I'll have to break their heart and my own to make a decision."

Jackson's hand quickly found yours and gave it a soft squeeze. "You're not in an enviable position."

"Everyone thinks dating idols is all fun and games until you actually like them," Jinyoung smirked. "I think that's an easy fear to understand. Do you think it's possible to fall in love with more than one person at a time?"

"Hey, hey," Jackson said. "Only one question per truth."

"It's okay," you chuckled. "I didn't think so before I started this show, but now that I'm in it... It's starting to become a worry."

Jinyoung nodded. "I'm sure it'll all turn out fine. You just have to love Jackson best."

You let out a surprised laugh. "I'll see what I can do."

"Jinyoungie," Jackson cooed. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the man across from you said confidently.

"I dare you to go to our neighbors across the hall," Jackson grinned. "And ask them to have a dance party with you."

"In the hall?" Jinyoung winced.

"In the hall," Jackson confirmed.

"Isn't that a little much?" Jinyoung whined. "They're just people minding their own business. What if-"

"You could choose truth," Jackson teased. "If you're a... chicken."

Jinyoung's expression smoothed before quirking a brow. "I'm not a chicken."

"I dunno," you said, joining in on the fun. "Sounds suspiciously like something a chicken would say."

"God, you two are made for each other," Jinyoung grumbled, pushing out of his seat. "Where's the speaker?"

And that was how you and Jackson stood behind Jinyoung as he spun what had to have been an 80-year-old woman to the sweet sounds of JJ Project's Bounce (Jackson's request).

"That was cruel and unusual punishment," Jinyoung whined, plopping back into his chair.

You and Jackson dissolved into a fit of giggles as you both fell onto the couch.

"This has to be the best day of my life," Jackson cackled. "Why did she try to give you money after?"

"Did she think it was a service?" you gasped between peals of laughter. "That she was tipping you?"

"Oh god," Jinyoung groaned. "She kept trying to tuck it into my sweater pocket. And when I refused, she put a finger up to my lips to shush me."

The visual was enough to cause you and Jackson to laugh even harder.

'Okay, enough!" Jinyoung pleaded. "Jackson, please, truth or dare?"

"This isn't about me!" Jackson screeched. "This about you and your Host business!"

"Truth or dare," Jinyoung repeated through his fingers now covering his face.

"Dare, obviously," Jackson said, finally letting his laughter wind down.

"I dare you to jump into the pool," Jinyoung said, lifting his hands to shoot a pointed look at his member. "With all your clothes on."

"Now where's the fun in that," Jackson said, giving you a quick wink. "Let's do it."

Following your two dates dutifully outside, you stood beside Jinyoung and waited. The night air had gotten a bit chilly, but the pool seemed to be heated. Getting in didn't sound like a totally bad idea.

Crossing your arms, you watched as Jackson made sure the sliding door leading to the deck was as open as possible. Picking the seating area as his starting point, he began a full sprint out of the door and toward the pool. Just as he shouted something you couldn't make out, you were scooped into the air as well, quickly plummeting toward the water.

"Jackson!" you squealed seconds before your head went under. You moved your legs frantically underneath you until your toes touched the tiles at the bottom. Giving a solid push off, you broke through the surface and gasped for air.

"I have you; I have you," Jackson cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you toward him.

"You certainly do not have me!" you shouted, smacking at his chest. "What the hell, Jackson?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he winced. "Maybe not?"

"Absolutely not!" you groaned. "I didn't bring a change of clothes, you absolute turd."

Despite the insult, Jackson grinned. "But I got us all matching pajamas."

"Of course, you did," you sighed, shaking your head. While your irritation was slowly starting to burn away, you tried to calm yourself even further. Jackson seemed to recognize that taking you with him may not have been the best decision, but you could live in the moment. Who could say that they ever got to experience something like this? "At least the pool is warm."

"I definitely wouldn't have taken you in if it wasn't," Jackson nodded. Sticking out his bottom lip, he said quietly, "I'm sorry if what I did made you upset though. Sometimes I just don't think."

Sighing, you ran your fingers over the plains of Jackson's face, wiping the water away as you went. "You were just trying to have fun."

"But I should have considered how you felt," Jackson nodded. "Just because I'm trying to have fun doesn't mean I have to pull you into it. Literally."

"Valid," you said, your heart melting as he offered up genuine apologies. "I forgive you."

"Good," he smiled. Turning away from you, he shouted at Jinyoung who was still hovering at the water's edge. "Jinyoung-ah! Get in here!"

"Are you kidding?" Jinyoung called back. "This sweater is cashmere!"

"Party pooper!"

"Nag!"

"I can tell you two really love each other," you chuckled, watching Jinyoung's retreating frame as it went back inside.

"Oh, I'm convinced he can't stand me sometimes," Jackson laughed. "But we're like brothers. We've been there for each other through some of the toughest moments of our lives... do you have friends like that?"

"I do," you nodded, letting Jackson glide around the pool with you in his arms. You tried to ignore the way the water had taken up residence in his collarbone, or how his shirt was now nearly see-through, clenching his chest as if it were painted on.

"What do they think about you doing the show?" he asked, finally stopping as he pressed your back against the side of the pool.

"Well, one of them also applied," you chuckled. "We both kind of did it as a joke. It's one of those things where you never think you would make it."

"But then you did," he smiled.

"Then I did," you sighed. "I haven't been able to talk to them as much as I usually do...and obviously I can't go out with them, but they're supportive when they can be. They send me a lot of food deliveries."

"if that's not the makings of a true friend, I don't know what is," Jackson mused. "What do you think they would say about you if they were here?"

"Curious about me?" you teased. His body was so close now, you couldn't help but have flashbacks of your first date. Just like it did in the hallway, having him only inches away made you feel slightly off balance. You hadn't had a single drop of liquor tonight, but you could have sworn you were intoxicated.

"Always," he said quietly. "I obviously don't know them...but what I've seen is someone brave. I see someone who willingly gives while the world takes. I see someone who can stand to be protected even though they think they need to protect everyone else."

"If only I could," you whispered. "But I think they would say something similar? Or at least I hope they would. I don't necessarily have the highest opinion of myself, but they seem to for whatever reason."

"Well, go on," he urged with another one of his flawless grins.

"They'd probably say I'm a nerd," you thought out loud. "That I read too much, eat too little, and stress about everything. I've been trying to do better with that by the way, but this competition makes it difficult."

"I think a healthy amount of stress is okay," Jackson nodded. "It drives you forward. It becomes a problem when it holds you back."

"Man, Jinyoung really got that spot on with the life teacher comment, didn't he?"

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. "I think of him the same way though. I think we've both just lived so much life for our few years that it's natural for us to see things a different way."

"That makes sense," you hummed. "You had to grow up fast in a lot of ways."

"Maybe," he shrugged, adjusting his hold on you to circle around your waist. You couldn't help the small shiver that ran down your spine. "I think our generation sees a lot of that in general."

Allowing the conversation to lapse into a comfortable silence, you were hesitant to speak again. "Were you happy it was me?"

Jackson eyed you, amusement clear on his face. "Well, I didn't have much choice, now did I?"

You laughed, immediately feeling foolish. "I guess not."

"But to answer your question, I am so excited it was you. I don't know any different, but I wouldn't want to."

You nodded, trying to take both him and his words in. Before meeting Jackson, you had never really anticipated his introspective side. He was such a blast of energy and passion that it was easy for his quiet moments to get lost. The time you were sharing now felt incredibly special, despite having a boom mic hovering a few inches over your head.

Turning your eyes to Jackson's, you weren't surprised to see him watching you back. A layer of steam was starting to congregate just above the heated water, making the moment all the more dream-like.

"I think now would be a good time to say, I like you, Y/N," he said quietly, separating the space between you to rest his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath and blew it out of his nostrils.

"I like you too," you said easily. Probably too much considering it was only your second date.

"Am I...am I allowed to kiss you this time?" he asked, not bothering to look up. His forehead remained still against yours, his eyes closed.

"I dunno," you said, slowly turning it over in your mind. "What would you do if I said no?"

"Try again next time."

"What if there is no next time?" you whispered.

This caused his eyes to pop open. "Then I guess I'll have to get creative."

Smiling to yourself, you tried to really think it through. You were worried that kissing Chan had set a certain precedent, but you shouldn't even factor that in. Jackson was his own independent person that you were building a different relationship with. This one was just as amazing, just as much of a whirlwind. There was no denying your attraction to him, both physically and mentally. If you had met outside of the show, you were pretty certain you would have let him kiss you on the first date.

You licked your lips before deciding to make the first move. You wanted to catch him off guard just this once.

In a swift motion, you caught his mouth with yours, wrapping your arms tightly behind his neck in the process. You let your fingers rove through the back of his hair, tugging gently as he moved to get a better vantage. He let go of your waist, pressing you further into the wall, and moving his hands to rest on the lip of the pool. All boxed in, he leveraged the space by pressing his lips roughly against yours, breathing heavily through his nose as he captured your mouth again and again.

You could easily die in his arms, kissing him forever. He conveyed so much in one small motion, it was difficult to get all of your nerve endings working succinctly. He was such a shock to the system, you could feel the kiss all the way down to your toes and at the ends of your fingertips.

Dragging one hand from the back of his scalp to rest on his collarbone, you gradually reached up to grip his chin. Ever so slowly you began to push his face away from yours. His mouth continued to fight forward, causing you to giggle.

"Jackson," you said breathlessly.

"More," he groaned.

"We're going to get pruney," you protested. Really, you were scared of allowing things to go even further, especially with cameras lingering nearby. You knew he would never take things too far, but you also did not want to arm the My Idol crew with an hour's worth of footage of the two of you making out.

"I'll live my life happily as a raisin."

"While you would be the most handsome raisin in all the land," you continued. "We should get out."

Motioning to the cameras with your eyes, Jackson finally caught on. Groaning, he moved his body away from yours and started swimming toward the steps.

After you had both gotten out and toweled off to the best of your ability, you were given a colorful pair of pajamas to change into. The pants were a lime green plaid and the top had a small green bird on it, your name stitched underneath.

"The monograms were a nice touch," Jinyoung said lazily from his spot in the corner of the couch. He had a fluffy, bow headband on and several pimple patches covering what you thought was already flawless skin.

"Only the best for the best," Jackson grinned. Handing you a sheet mask, he moved to lay down on the sofa, resting his head on your lap. "Can you put this on for me?"

"How can I say no when you've already gotten so comfy?" you chuckled, pushing his hair back from his face. Your date hummed happily as you pulled the mask over his skin, flattening it out and smoothing in all of the serum. By the time you were finished, you looked up to find Jinyoung asleep, one of his under eye patches sliding slowly down his face. Judging by his fluttering eyes, Jackson wasn't far behind.

"Do you want to get in the bed?" you asked softly. Wedged between you and Jinyoung, he couldn't be comfortable.

"No," he grumbled. "Do you want to get in the bed?"

You looked longingly toward the main part of the suite. The option did seem incredibly nice after another long day.

"I'm fine here," you decided. If he didn't want to move, you didn't want to disturb him.

"Okay," Jackson whispered. "I'm okay with wherever you want to go...just as long as you stay."

You tried to combat the fuzzy feeling spreading warmly across your chest. He was so soft and beautiful in this moment. You didn't have the words to describe how it made you feel.

Just as his breathing finally began to even out, you heard a steady knock on the door.

"Y/N?" Insu called lightly through the barrier. "We've got a problem."

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[xlittle-writerx]

Healed

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

summary: y/n has liked Tom for as long as she can remember, what happens when Tom's girlfriend breaks up with him.

warnings: mentions of cheating (not by our babe tom), a little angst, fluff

wc: 1.5k

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Tom and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Our parents were so it just made sense, I had always expected us to grow up together and say friends, but what I had never expected was for me to fall head over heels for him when we were still in high school. Looking back on it now I realise it's kind of inevitable, I mean he’s fucking hot, but that’s beside the point.

I thought I might have even had a chance with him, crazy thinking right. But that won’t be happening any time soon.

While Tom was off filming the Spider-Man Homecoming movie, he met a girl, and I get it she is absolutely gorgeous, but I still wish it was me.

It's even harder now though because they're both back home, Tom having finished filming, and I see her a lot more than I’d like to say I’m happy with, and I don’t think she likes me which is always a bonus. It looks like it’s going well though I who am I to say anything.

I turn my head, the sound of yelling voices outside my apartment door filling my ears, going to investigate I look through the peephole of the front door to examine the scene in front of me.

To my shock, I see Tom and his girlfriend having a, very heated, argument but it looks as though I’ve just caught the end of it as she storms away yelling ‘it's fucking over’. I stare in dismay at what just happened before my sensible head thoughts come back to me and I’m opening the door as quick as humanly possible.

The sight before me makes me want to cry, Tom just looks at me, his brown eyes filled with tears, he doesn’t need an invitation as he rushes into my open arms.

After we hugged for a long time though somehow not long enough, I bring Tom over to my brown couch “do you wanna talk about it” Tom just shakes his head and cuddles up to me, “later” he whispers, and I can feel the pain in his voice, so I agree and decide to put a movie on.

20 minutes pass and Tom is already out of it, but I don’t want him to sleep on my uncomfortable couch so begrudgingly I make a move to wake him up. Tom stirs from his sleep, and I can’t help but think how cute his scrunched-up face looks, but alas now is definitely not the right time to be thinking such things.

He grumbles a bit before eventually and sleepily, he follows me into my small bedroom, he plops down onto the bed and is seemingly out of it straight away, though to my surprise he whispers my name and lightly grasps the bottom of my oversized t-shirt.

“Stay with me” he whispers again, and I shake my head in a no, no matter how much I would rather say yes, he is not in the right state of mind, and I wouldn’t want to take advantage of his hurt state.

Though he doesn’t let go of my t-shirt and lets out a quiet ‘please’ it’s almost inaudible, he sounds so broken I say that’s the only reason I concede and climb into bed with him, until he falls asleep, I tell myself.

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When I woke up with Tom in my arms, I almost audibly yelled out a curse, swearing to myself at how stupid I was but, I can’t change it now so I might as well enjoy it.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face I want to slap his now ex-girlfriend for causing him pain, though I don’t know what happened I can only imagine it wasn’t very good if this is the way Tom is acting. Glancing across to my bedside table I catch the time and almost jump out of bed.

11:30am flashes on the screen and I freak because I was supposed to be at work 3 hours ago, grabbing my phone off the table I leave a sleepy Tom in my bed to quickly call my boss and explain the situation to her.

Luckily, my boss is an angel and understood and let me take the rest of the day off to sort everything out with Tom.

Walking back into my room and to my bed, I take a seat beside Tom and brush some of his brown locks of hair from his face, he stirs and catches my hand as I try, and fail, to remove it from his face before he notices.

I smile sheepishly at him, and he gives me one back, “good morning sleepy head” I muttered a bit shyly, Tom smiled brighter and replies “good morning” rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

I leave the room after telling Tom that I’ll be making breakfast for the both of us and tell him to freshen up. One thing that stays on my mind the entire time I’m making breakfast is the way he looked at me this morning when he woke up, the light that seemed to be in his eyes has the butterflies in my stomach swirling.

I hear the shower stop just as I finish making breakfast and not long after Tom comes out smelling of my lavender body soap, “just in time” I smile at him and again, he looks at me like I’m the sun. Forcing myself to ignore the fluttering in my stomach, I set the table and we both sit down to eat the eggs and bacon prepared.

Once breakfast is done Tom and I sit down on my couch to watch more TV, “so” I start wanting to know what happened between Tom and his girl – ex-girlfriend yesterday, “do you want to talk about it now.

He gives me a shy kind of smile and nods sheepishly, “well” Tom starts “I just found out that she was cheating on me pretty much our entire relationship” he admits “I was just kind of in shock you know like I liked her, probably not as much as I should have, as she claims to have known the entire time, but it still hurt”

I stare at him like he’s just told me we're all gonna die in 10 seconds until I finally snap out of it “did she say why, not that there’s any excuse to cheating” I ask him wanting to know more details. At this Tom blushes and I’m confused, “actually, yes” he begins “she said it” he breaks off into a breathy kind of laugh “she said she did it because she thought I liked you”.

“Well, that’s absolutely absurd”, Tom just looks at me “isn’t it”, I say quieter than before, my hopes rising even though they shouldn’t, a slight smile takes over his face as he shakes his head and mouths ‘no’.

I smile a little and before I have a chance to react Tom leans over and plants his lips atop mine kissing me, I kiss back instantly having dreamt of this moment since I was 16.

Smiling he pulls away and though I’m ecstatic I’m still majorly confused, “since when�� I ask like it’s the most important question in the universe and he replies with a smile “year 10” and it takes me a while to process his answer, but then I realise that we have liked each other the entire time and none of us acted on it.

This thought makes me laugh and hurt quickly flashes across Tom’s face thinking that I’m laughing at what he just said, I quickly place my lips on his again and he smiles into the kiss “I like you too” I say pulling away from his mouth “since year 10” I tell him and then he laughs his head falling to rest on my chest as his body heaves up and down, Tom’s laughter being contagious I start laughing with him until we’re both out of breath, Tom somehow ending up on top of me.

Our laughter dies out and he leans down to kiss me once more, this time more passionate than the last two as he grabs my waist trying to get closer than humanly possible. I pull away and ask him a question that had been on my mind since all this information has come out “then how come you were with her”.

“Because I thought you didn’t want me like that and tried to get over you” he lets out a laugh, “I think I only made it worse though” I laugh at his statement asking him another question, “why were you crying then” his face drops at this and I instantly wish I could take the question back, however before I can say anything else Tom speaks up “because over time I gathered small feelings for her as well, and it still hurt a little, but she’s not you" he smiles at me "she never will be" and with that, he kissed me once more.