#And I go to put it on the bin and I just freeze and start hyperventilating and crying and feeling sick and dizzy

[rosy-toast-and-moons]

tried to throw away the only thing I have left from a really toxic friendship that ended a few years ago and instead of putting it in the bin had a panic attack. How cooked am I lmao?

[machveil]

I can't resist the siren call

Roommate!Simon Riley that low-key enjoys fucking with your friends Y/N

subtle foreshadowing… I suppose I can dip into my nsfw Roommate!Simon Riley thoughts

Roommate!Simon Riley who shares a laundry bin with you, it had been agreed a long time ago that just doing a big load would be easier. you takes turns, knowingly stealing each other’s clothes every couple days when the laundry is fresh out the machine. you know Simon took an oversized t-shirt you owned, but that’s okay, you took his favorite gym hoodie

Roommate!Simon Riley who doesn’t get embarrassed about his underwear being in the bin with yours, it’s all going in the machine anyways. that doesn’t stop him from raising an eyebrow though when his favorite boxers go missing. he was sure he put them in with the dirties, well, the cleans now. he figures the machine ate it, or maybe they’ll show up some day by chance - he shrugs it off and separates his clothes from yours, snagging one of your oversized sweaters to lounge in later

Roommate!Simon Riley who freezes when he sees you on the couch that night. eyes wide and jaw slack, he can’t bring himself to move. sat watching something on the tv - he can’t be bothered to acknowledge whats playing - he stares at you, wearing his boxers as shorts. “Hey, come watch this— I’ll catch you up since it just started. I’m not pausing it though so you better pay attention.”, your words are all in one ear and out the other. suddenly his legs are moving on their own, stopping in front of you. he doesn’t register what you’re saying, telling him to move because you can’t see the tv, but then he speaks

Roommate!Simon Riley whose voice is deliciously deep, a little raspy from how his throat suddenly feels dry, “S’that mine?”, he asks, eyeing his boxers. he’s never had such a hard time swallowing before, heartbeat erratic as you casually respond, “Huh— oh, yeah. They’re really comfy, the fabrics nice.��. fabrics nice, yeah, he knows. “You— ya know those are boxers, right love?”, he asks, hands twitchy as you reply, “Mhm, just borrowin’ them.”

CW: guilty wank, man is hopeless [kisses his cheek]

Roommate!Simon Riley who’s a mess after that interaction. you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at him, but he’s losing it on the inside. he’s seen you be audacious with stealing his clothes before, taking his loose-fit tank tops that left little to the imagination on you, stealing clothes you knew he favored and parading around in them, but his boxers? that had him stalking back to his room, quick to turn on his heel before you could see his pants tent

he’s sweating, closes the door to his room a little harder than he meant to. god, he wants to go back out there and see you again, get an eyeful of how comfortable you looked - wearing his boxers like they were yours. you wouldn’t know, and he can’t help but think about it, but you had stolen his favorite pair. they’re plain, a simple black pair, something he bought at the store because he needed new underwear. but when you wear them? they suddenly looked different, makes his heart hammer against his chest. it feels like he walked out into the living room and you wearing lingerie, not something he got for fifteen pounds

he feels a little guilty, shoving his jeans down his thighs as he sits down on his bed. you’re home, sat in the living room just down the hall, and here’s Simon fishing his leaky cock out of his underwear. he really shouldn’t, he should sneak into the bathroom for a cold shower, think about war and blood and bullets to get his boner down. but he isn’t, he’s spitting into his palm and groaning, bringing his free hand up to cover his mouth - he’s never been good about keeping quiet. it’s not his fault you were out there wearing his clothes, you were the one that decided to look so— so cozy and content in your makeshift shorts. domestic

when that word settles at the forefront of his brain Simon’s hips jerk, you looked domestic, wanting to watch some show with him. his leg jolts slightly, hand moving to shallowly pump his weeping head. maybe your friends are right, Simon does take care of you - could bend you over and make you sob his name - he’s basically your boyfriend, often mistaken for your husband. his thighs tense when he imagines a ring on your finger— no, his dog tags hanging from your neck— god, holding you at night as an actual couple—

he’s choking out a moan, muffled and hoarse, as he coats his hand. eyes fluttering shut and breathing heavily, all his thoughts fly out the window as his cum drips down his fingers - all his thoughts except for one. he’s going to have to go back out there later to eat dinner with you, and oh, fuck, he sucks in a deep breath as he chubs up again

[fastandcarlos]

One Domesticated Man : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: lando tries his best to prove to you that he can be a domesticated guy

“If I find one more of your dirty pairs of pants lying around I’m going to swing for you Lando Norris!” 

A mischievous grin appeared on Lando’s face as he heard you shout through the house, watching as you walked into the bedroom to where he was. 

He was busying himself, placing the washing that you had done for him back into his wardrobe, sorting through what he needed to pack with him as he prepared to head off again for the next rest on the calendar. 

“I just forget to pick them up sometimes,” he innocently smiled, “there’s so many other things on my mind, my pants are the least of my concerns.” 

Your eyes rolled as you threw the pants into the washing basket before watching him. His brows were knitted together as Lando tried his best to fold one of his shirts. You watched for a while before snatching the shirt out of his hands, showing him how it was done.  

“I’m learning,” Lando defended as you threw the top into the drawer of his wardrobe. “No one’s ever really shown me how to do all of this stuff, I’ve just had to learn how to do it all on my own.” 

“Lando, you barely do anything,” you sighed, sending him a knowing glance. “When was the last time that you hoovered? Or took the rubbish out for bin collection day?” 

There was a brief pause as Lando let what you said sink in, realising for himself how little he did around the house, watching as you usually darted around and got everything sorted out for the both of you. 

“Remember when I washed up the other day?” 

“What? In cold water, of course I remember.” 

Whilst Lando laughed, your eyes rolled, finding yourself often having to go back and fix things once he’d done them. Lando was far from the most domesticated man in the world, relying on others to get him by with how little time he actually spent at home. 

You folded the last of Lando’s bits before leaving him to it, walking downstairs and into the kitchen as you started to get yourself sorted for preparing dinner. 

Soon enough footsteps followed behind you as Lando joined you in the kitchen, sitting up on the worktop. You could tell straight away that he was bored, following you around like a shadow. 

“How can I help you?” Lando asked as he watched you open up the fridge. “You always sort dinner out, so I want to be able to help you out tonight.” 

Your eyes flickered around to look back at Lando, “is this because of what I said upstairs? It’s alright Lando, go and do something if you want, I really don’t mind.” 

“No, I want to help and do something around here.” 

Your head nodded, opening up the cutlery drawer and taking out a knife, placing it down on the chopping board, tapping it for Lando to move across to. 

“You can be trusted with this, can’t you?” You teased, pointing at the knife. “I’m not going to end up having to drive you to hospital, right?” 

“I’m not completely incompetent babe.” 

You took the vegetables and showed Lando how you wanted them cut, making sure that your instructions were clear, making it impossible for Lando to go wrong. He listened intently to what you had to say, determined to prove to you, and himself, that he could help. 

There were a few nerves as Lando got started, his eyes full of concentration as he chopped things up. He didn’t want to put a foot wrong, it was a simple job, but for some reason Lando felt the pressure. 

“Maybe once we’ve eaten tonight, we could look at building your new desk for your office,” Lando suggested as he stopped for a moment, noticing you freeze beside him. 

“Washing, cooking, building, are you sure that you’re going to cope?” 

Lando’s head nodded, an excited smile on his face, full of encouragement. “I promised you weeks ago I���d build it and I haven’t, it’s unfair to leave you waiting around for it any longer.” 

“Do we have the equipment to build it though?” 

Lando gasped, his head nodding back at you, with his toolbox hidden around somewhere. He wasn’t quite sure when he last used it, but he knew with a bit of a search around he’d locate it. It was an old one, one that his dad gave to him for times like this, one that Lando had very rarely used. 

He could still feel your eyes watching him, doubtful as to how things would go, knowing that construction anything more than Lego was a tricky job for Lando. 

“I can do it,” he assured you, his voice a lot more insistent. “And if I get stuck then I know where you are so you can come and help me.” 

There was a confidence in Lando’s voice that had you trusting him, having done most things yourself, you weren’t going to deprive him of his chance to be a little more domesticated. 

“If you want to help out, I’ve got a long list of things that need doing around the house,” you smiled, walking over and snaking your arms around his waist. “I could keep you entertained for weeks with all these jobs.” 

“You’re right though, I should be doing more to help you,” Lando whispered. 

“You’re busy Lando, when you come home it’s important that you rest,” you replied, resting your head against his back. “I’m not expecting anything from you.” 

You didn’t expect, but Lando did of himself. He’d never thought about how much he contributed around the house, but now that you passed a comment, even just a joke, it definitely had Land thinking. 

“You’re busy too, just because you’re not flying around the world to do it. We’re a team, therefore this house needs to be taken care of by two people,” Lando assured you. 

“If you want to do more, then I guess I wouldn’t mind.” 

Lando nodded as he finished up the job that you had given him, with your body still pressed up against his. He wanted to learn and do more, hoping one day to teach his own child how to do all of the jobs that his dad had taught him to do. 

I really do, more than anything.” 

You could see just how sincere Lando’s eyes were, how serious he was. The thought of you continuing to run around after him was one that made him feel so uneasy. 

“Why don’t we have dinner and then we can build the desk together?” You proposed, “that way you can help out, and we can have fun doing it together.” 

“I’d like that, a lot,” Lando whispered, “I want to be more domesticated, like those men you see in all the movies, the ones who can just figure everything out, can take on a job no matter how big or small.” 

“You want to be a hero?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What am I supposed to do though if you’re doing all of these jobs for me now.” 

“You can just sit and relax,” Lando instructed, “that’s the least that you deserve anyway, I don’t want you to do anything other than that.” 

“I can just sit and tell you when you miss a bit,” you laughed, “or when you’re not doing a good enough job.” 

“That’s the least that I’d deserve, right?” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[timmydraker]

CW: use of R word

Tim who, as much as he doesn’t want it to be true, is a poster boy for typical Neurodivergence. He’s more logically thinking that emotionally and needs obvious signs of someone’s emotional state that he can put together to understand how he should respond to help them.

But that’s not what bothers him because that doesn’t bother his parents.

Instead it’s his passion, though not in technology and detective work as they quickly found use for that in their business, but for bugs.

Ever since he was a kid Tim has been enamoured by insects and arachnids and even fungi. He would only read books that talked about bugs or had one on the cover, but since it helped him learn to read at a steady pace his parents didn’t mind.

At least, not at first.

When Tim got into coding just so he could make his own little web-journal for all his bug finds, they were happy he was learning how to organise and structure at just six years old, but when he only did those things regarding bugs…

Tim had his first panic attack when he watched his father pick up his terrarium filled with Diapheromera Femorata (Stick bugs) and chucked it into the bin. The glass shattered as the corner his something hard and he was forced to watch his bugs struggle to navigate the glass and rubbish, most of them injured.

His mother had gagged when she saw them and demanded the whole bin be burnt with the bugs still inside.

Tim had been so heart broken, but mostly confused. His parents traveled the world to dig up dirt and old items that were mostly the same yet they didn’t like bugs?

When he asked one his Nanny’s she gave him an answer that he would never forget, “Well, you see… only those people like bugs, y’know? The… special ones, like re-“

Tim never even let himself think of the last word she spoke and from then only forced himself to only focus on his computer work. He still loved photography but now he took photos of skylines and trees, not the beautiful beehive a few yards behind his house or the spider webs that sat between branches like art works. He took photos of Batman and Robin and for a long time that was enough to make his longing bearable.

If he still followed several pages and articles about bugs either a secret email account, that didn’t matter.

His parents were happy with him even if they still made remarks about his ‘stupid little fixation’.

It’s when they are going over the paper work for Bruce to be Tim’s legal guardian while they weren’t home with Tim’s older brothers hanging around as moral support (bodyguards) that his parents mock him.

Janet is signing some paper with a stupidly expensive pen and chatting to no one in particular when she says, “You’re all lucky we killed this nasty little bugs of his so you don’t have to deal with them.”

Everyone else in the room freezes, beside Jack who huffs a laugh and adds, “Good thing we did, he’d probably be more of a retard otherwise- talking about ‘habitats’ and bloody spiders.”

All of the members of the Wayne family are dead quiet as Tim sits there with a clear look of disassociation coming into his eyes. Alfred has a calm look on his face that tells all who know him that he’s furious and Bruce is strikingly similar.

Jason looks ready to attack and Dick isn’t even moving to stop his brother or calm anyone down.

Damian is holding onto Titus’s collar like a lifeline but seems to give the hound some kind of silent order as the usually calm dog begins to growl low and dangerous.

Jack and Janet tense and stare at both dog and master, Jack ordering him to control his dog.

Bruce stands, letting Titus growl and taking the half signed papers and throwing them in the bin, “I changed my mind, I will be taking you to court for full custody of my son. Leave my house now so I may obtain a restraining order.”

Janet genuinely flounders for a moment and begins to shout about outrage and audacity but when Dick sees that Tim is starting to cry he stands up and reminds them that he is a cop before moving to pick up his second youngest brother and leaving the room.

Tim doesn’t hear much else, only muffled shouting and the sound of a door slamming.

He distantly realises he’s in the family room, not the one they use to have guest but the real one with beanbags and a snack draw, and is being cradled by his brothers. Even Damian is beside him, holding onto his hand tightly as they wait for Bruce and Alfred.

Tim sobs into Dicks chest for Alamos a whole hour before settling more, Bruce coming into the room and Jason and Dick reluctantly hand him over to he can be held by their father.

“Tim, chum, it’s alright. We’ve got you.”

The boy in question shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t talk about the bugs I promise-“

Bruce squeezes him tighter and kisses his head, “I don’t want that. What I want is to hear about your bugs.”

Stunned, Tim looks up at him with confusion and barely gets his mouth to move enough to ask what he means.

Dick coos from beside him on the next couch and runs a hand through his hair lovingly, “My sweet baby brother we love you, and you love bugs! So of course we want to hear about it. I’m so sorry we didn’t know how they had been treating you but it was wrong. There’s nothing wrong with you, I swear it.”

Tim sniffled, nodding absentmindedly. They gave him a moment for their words to sink in before Damian spoke up, “Timothy, I demand you tell me about your bugs.”

Jason makes a noise and elbows Damian as if to tell him to shut up, probably thinking the other was being rude, but Tim knows his brother well and just smiles. “I can do that, Dami. I… I don’t think you’ll be very interested though.”

Damian scoffs, “I will ignore that statement as it implies I would waste my time with something I don’t care for.”

Bruce smiles at his youngest and holds Tim’s hand, “I agree. Could you maybe tell us about why you like them? Or your favourites?”

It takes him a moment to respond, but when he looks at all their open expressions and gets an encouraging nod from Alfred, he stutters out a response before gradually gaining confidence as they ask genuine questions to his facts and descriptions.

They each make an effort to ask him about bugs, Jason asking a few times if he wants to check out some books that he knows use bugs as symbolism’s and Dick asking if he can tell him the difference between insects and arachnids several times. Damian and Bruce are both a bit more subtle with their support at first, but after a month Tim enters his room to find a giant terrarium with several different sections so he can have multiple bugs that might not get along with each other.

Bruce and Alfred don’t even make any comments or give disapproving looks when Dick and Jason reveal they each got a tattoo of the bug that Tim said he associates with them.

[cherrygirlfriend]

fragile fawn reader seeing rafe at the beach of their encounter?

chance meetings

rafe sees fragile fawn reader at the beach while he’s out with his friends. hi!! since they met on the side of the road i did decide to just make it a random beach 😭 but i hope you don’t mind !!

rafe’s eyes were covered by a pair of black ray-bans despite the fact that the sun was already setting, the sky a color of pinkish orange as he pulled his car up on the beach, music coming from his stereos until rafe killed the engine and climbed out.

several of his friends got out of their own cars, the noise of chatter starting to fill the formerly quiet beach. the girl he’d been seeing that month, madison or madeleine, or something along those lines, wrapped her arm around his waist, and he lazily draped his tanned arm over her shoulder as they started to make their way to where their friends were.

bass-heavy music was blaring from the speaker topper had brought and rafe grabbed a beer from the cooler, opening it up via hand and ditching the bottle cap somewhere in the sand, taking a large chug. mad-something was babbling into his ear about something that rafe really couldn’t give a shit about.

“what’s good?” topper exclaimed, a wide grin on his face as they bro-hugged, before topper snaked his arm around the girl he had brought along with him.

“rafeyy, can you put sunscreen on my back?” the girl rafe brought asked, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout that she probably thought was cute but one that seemed to grind his gears, a wide grin on topper’s face. “sure.” rafe mumbled in response, but his eyes instead drifted to the water, the sight of an eerily familiar girl standing knee-deep in the water, the hem of her long floral-patterned dress floating on the surface causing him to furrow his brows in confusion, the figure staring up at the sky.

“it’s the weird-ass bird girl.” topper snorted and took a swig out of his beer. “bird girl?” rafe asked, feigning disinterest by doing the same as his friend had done, “yeah. jen saw her playing with some bird the other day and talking to herself. heard she’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic.”

“she’s a total nutcase.” madeline(?) said with a roll of her eyes, “heard she’s been in the loony bin a few times. doesn’t have any friends around here ‘cause everyone steers clear of her creepy ass.”

“i heard she was in a cult.” topper’s girl whispered conspiratorially and let out an irritating giggle as he watched you plunge into the water, “doesn’t matter. she’s irrelevant.”

rafe let out a noncommittal hum, yet as the night went on… the boy couldn’t help his eyes from straying to you. even as the sky turned a dark shade of blue, as his friends slowly started leaving the beach… rafe just kept looking over at you, sitting on a bench near the shore, your hair and dress half-dry as you simply watched the waves lap against the rocks.

“hey, i gotta head out.” rafe mumbled, chucking the half-empty bottle of beer onto the sand, “top, you mind giving… mad-whatever a ride home?”

“i got you, man.” topper shrugged, and rafe didn’t think the boy even heard him, but he didn’t really care. based on how the girl had draped her arms around some random dude’s neck, he was sure she’d find a way home.

rafe walked over to the bench where you were sitting at, holding a hand out, “come on.” you looked up at him with furrowed brows, your gaze going from his eyes down to his hand, “why?”

“you’re not supposed to get rides from strangers. we’re not strangers anymore. therefore i can give you a ride. now c’mon, before my hand goes sore.” after another moment of hesitation, you took rafe’s hand and he pulled you up to your feet.

you hummed softly as you gazed out of the window of rafe’s car, unaware of the fact that the boy driving was glancing at you every other second, until he placed something on your lap. you looked at the grey sweatshirt rafe just handed to you, before turning to him with a questioning look.

“put it on before you freeze to death.” rafe grumbled, and you did what he said, not even noticing that you’d put it on backwards.

“it seems like every time i see you, you just keep giving me clothes.” you observed, the sleeves of rafe’s shirt slightly too long for you. “you’re a strange guy.”

“that’s cause you don’t wear enough clothes.” rafe mumbled. “why do people call you bird girl?”

“i don’t know. people here don’t really talk to me that much.” you shrugged, “but it could be because i took home a raven that injured its wing a few days ago and i’m helping her out.”

“are you some kind of a hippie? all these midnight walks, going to swim in your fuckin’ clothes, savin’ animals… i don’t get your weird ass.”

“says the person who keeps borrowing a stranger his clothes.” you shrugged, “i’m just… me.”

“okay, then. real talk; were you in a cult?” rafe asked as he pulled up in front of the house that he somehow already knew the way to from muscle memory. “cause that’s what people are sayin’.”

“it was more of a commune.” you hummed quietly, but before rafe could say anything else, you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, “thank you for the ride.” stunned, he watched as you climbed out of his car and rushed to your front door. why the hell did you just kiss his cheek?

and why the hell did he like it so much?

ty 4 reading! feel free to send requests & check out my masterlist! ₊˚⊹

[yurinaa-world]

Can you do Jiaoqui, Moze and Jing yuan with a very loyal reader?

Please...

“𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮”

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jiaoqiu, Moze, & Jing yuan x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that's very loyal

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, Mentions of injury and blood (moze), & Spelling mistakes

💫𝒥𝒾𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓊 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔"

He feels so at ease whenever he’s with you, you make him feel so safe and unworried about anyone taking you away from him, yet you throw those ideas of cheating or having someone on the side into the bin.

Forgive him for being insecure. He’s always been a loser in life (his words), rejected when he poured his heart out to someone else for the first time. You want him, you wish to love him.

He’ll freeze up when he sees you with another man getting touchy with you, it feels like a stab wound even though your lover that thought in the back of his head tells him otherwise.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Like a little pest in your ear, you couldn’t help beginning to get annoyed when some creep started bothering you when you were busy trying to find Jiaoqiu, just so annoying.

“Come on, talk to me,” he persuades, creepily touching your shoulders with a firm grip before you rip from his grasp. “I have a husband.” You gritted your teeth at the man in utter annoyance and audacity. You were looking at your shoulder in disgust and muttering insults from your lips from where the creep touched to add salt to the wound.

“I don’t see him anywhere?”

“I’m right here. Sorry, I left you.” A gentle voice rang in your ears as his hand went to your shoulder; rubbing it to make the feeling go away. “Who might you be?” He could see the way your eyes look up when you turn around.

“It’s no one, come on!” You chirp, grabbing his hand from your shoulder, and intertwining your hand with his.

He feels rest at ease that second you take in his hand, before muttering under your breath. 

“Just a creep, don't worry about it.”

💫𝑀𝑜𝓏𝑒 “𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒴𝒶𝑜𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔”

At least he has someone like you, opening your arms to him with such love even if he’s showed up injured and covered in complete muck from the outside, you still smile at him.

He shouldn’t come to you, he doesn’t want to come to you when he’s like this, you're the last person he wants to see him like this, and it’s evident with how quiet he is—more than usual when he’s with you. 

Silently staring at you while gently cleaning his arm with a little ball of cotton, soaked in disinfectant, asking if it hurts too much or if he needs you to stop. He doesn’t want you to leave, just let him wrap his arms around you, and not let you go.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Tell me if it hurts.”

You softly mutter under your breath while you clean up the blood dripping from his wrist with a cotton ball. He keeps his mouth shut while watching all of your movements—not to nitpick but watch your gentleness against his rough skin.

From cleaning to wrapping the bandages around the wound all while making sure he was comfortable. Watching you care so deeply for when he came to you—selfishly—wanting your help, a weird feeling pooled into his stomach.

He’s a greedy and selfish man, even now, grabbing hold of your hand, and dragging you against him when you try to put away the medicine kit. “Is there something wrong moze?” Your worried expression rushes over your face, it's like there are stars in your eyes while staring up at him.

He could feel his breath hitch, and his heart beat faster. His face pressing into your neck, even going as far as to wrap his injured arm around your waist and bring you closer.

“It’s nothing.”

💫𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

He can see the way you look at him, such a gaze of love for him. Lucky him, if you were to look at anyone else like that, their knees would go weak and fall to their knees for you. He’s also close to the edge from falling on his knees.

A slight grin on his face while you take his hand, pressing it to your cheek, and leaning into his touch. Not wanting to let go of him for even a second. So greedy.

Your eyes only set on him, only ever him, which is obvious with the obsessed look on your face, laying the prints of your lips all over his hand, going as far as to kiss the knuckles of his hands.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, no?”

Your hand on top of his palm, keeping him still, and pressed against your cheek while you lean into this slightly forced touch, yet it’s not like he’s refusing, he enjoys when you want what you want without care. It’s quite adorable.

“I can say the same about you.” You cooed, moving till your lips pressed against his palm. Spread gentle kisses on each part of his palm, one to the lines in the base of his palm, before moving to the tips of his finger.

 Gazing at his eyes while you peck his pinky finger, which he couldn’t let go of, the sight just made his mouth water and developed the urge to press his lips on yours.

 He couldn’t hold himself to your gaze anymore, he couldn’t resist but to give in to you. His hand grabs a hold of your cheek—stopping you from kissing anymore before he pulls you into a kiss, just a small peck to get him started.

“Well, why not indulge in things once in a while.”

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[latenightdaydreams]

I'm thinking how Konig would react when his wife call him with full him in an argument (about culture bc I'm Asian ehe), like it's a sign of seriousness.

It's the same in my culture! I love thinking about giant König just freezing knowing he went too far😶

Laundry Day (fem)

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, argument, fluff

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König has recently retired so that means that he is home constantly now. It means that you both get to spend a lot of time together and you love it, but sometimes he talks to you as Colonel König instead of just your Kö. Today was one of those days.

König comes into the laundry room wearing a towel around his waist as he has just gotten out of the shower. He is holding black workout shorts in his hand with an annoyed look on his face.

“Y/n, you didn’t wash my gym clothes?”

“No, today I only washed bed sheets and towels so far, I’ll get to them.”

“Nien, I told you to wash them last night.” He snaps back quickly.

At this point König is becoming very demanding and his voice has become stern, as if you’re his subordinate. You continue to fold towels and place them into the laundry basket. Trying to remain calm to not make König explode further. After a lifetime in the military, he has remaining traumas and it causes him to act out. You try to not take it so personally, but it’s hard.

“I know, but I wasn’t aware you needed them for today.”

“Of course I would, I work out every day!” He raises his voice slightly.

You take a deep breath, placing the towel down and turning to him. “Yes, but I wasn’t aware that you had no more clean-”

“Why would I ask you if I had clean clothes!” He cuts you off and yells this time.

You tighten your jaw and glare at him. You might be smaller than him, but you aren’t going to just let him walk all over you.

“Maybe next time you should inform me of your schedule and I-”

“Ich bin dein Ehemann! You do what I say, when I ask!” König’s pale face turns bright red as he yells at you, holding up his shorts in a bit of blind rage directed at you.

You’ve had enough, he knows better than to speak to you this way. You toss the basket of clean towels on the floor and turn towards him. The look in your eyes puts fear in the giant man’s heart.

“Alexander Jan König! You DO NOT speak to me that way!” Your voice is loud and stern.

König looks at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw. He is stunned, he isn’t used to people speaking to him like that; especially not his sweet wife. He doesn’t say anything. His face softens and his shoulders drop. His pale blue eyes glued to you, he’s still too scared to move or say anything.

“Do you understand?!”

“Ja-y-yes.” He stumbles over his words as he stands up straight.

“Good!” you walk past him out of the laundry room and he just watches you go before looking back down at the towels on the floor. He listens to you stomp away and slam the bedroom door. He is terrified, but also slightly aroused. 

He quickly bends down and begins to clean up the towels on the floor. He begins to start the washer to clean them again for you, he also plans on drying and folding. He goes back to the bathroom and grabs his own gym clothes and gets them ready to be washed next. 

Going into the kitchen, he saw dishes in the sink and began to wash them for you. He looks at the clock once he is done and only twenty minutes have passed, but he is still in his towel from the shower so he tries to go up into the bedroom to see if you’re okay.

As you sit on the bed with your arms crossed, still angry, you hear a light knock at the bedroom door.

“Liebling?” König’s voice is gentle as if he’s talking to a child.

“What?”

König opens the door slightly and pokes his head in. His eyes meet yours and he smiles at you timidly.

“Hallo mein Herz, can I come in?”

“Sure.”

König walks in like a dog with his tail between his legs. Your eyes travel over his attractive body as he makes his way to the bed and sits at the edge.

“I-I’m sorry…” the words struggle to leave his lips. Not because he doesn’t feel bad, but because his ego is so fucking big. “I’m sorry I snapped.”

You continue to just sit there and look at him as his head is dropped and his gaze is to the floor, “And what else?”

He turns his head to the side to look at you but quickly looks back away when he sees how mad you still are.

“And I’ll never do it again.”

“And?”

“I’ll take you out tonight for dinner, I can buy you whatever you want.”

You just look at him, up and down. A small smile comes up across your lips. You love to see this behemoth war criminal melt at your feet like this.

“Good. I also want a massage.”

“Absolutely.” König nods while he looks at you. “I’m very sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

König looks at you with a genuine sympathetic look in his eyes. You're the one person in this world that understands him, he never meant to hurt or lash out at you.

“Thank you for apologizing Kö.”

He reaches his hand out for yours with a small smile on his lips. You reach out and intertwin your fingers with his. König can feel himself begin to relax as he squeezes your hand.

[cautious-soup]

Bully!(Just like a cupcake.)Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 4

Part 3 | Part 1

CW// dub-con

Summary: You cross a threshold you won't be able to come back from. Satoru licks frosting off your tits.

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When one of your friends visits your dorm, she catches the empty box of condoms sitting in the recycling bin by your door.

"Oho my god are those condoms?" she laughs, leaning down to inspect them closer, "Wow, and they're huge too; how are you even standing right now?"

You sigh and go back to stuffing your notebook into your bag, "I dunno,"

"So, your boyfriend then? Or girlfriend?"

"Neither," you sigh, "He's, um...he's neither. Definitely not my boyfriend,"

Your friend puts a hand to her chest in disbelief, "Y/N, friends with benefits? I didn't think you had it in you~"

You let her pat you on the back, and try your best to laugh, but the truth lies heavy on your shoulders.

Satoru wasn't your boyfriend sure...but he sure acted like he was. Especially recently, what with the good morning texts (that served as thinly veiled, vague threats), hand holding (he held your wrist actually, and it was always bruised after), taking lunch together (he always sat next to you to grope you under the table or just outright finger you. You don't wear skirts anymore.)

Which, no. No no, that's the one thing a woman should never do, cozy up to her rapist.

You bite your lip, wondering if you have Stockholm Syndrome. Had he really gotten into your head that much?

Meanwhile, Satoru stood pensively in front of a display case of high end baked goods. For some reason, the yellow cupcakes with rainbow pastel frosting reminded him of you. So, he got a dozen of them, and set off to the building you had class in that afternoon.

He sees you with a friend and works the scowl crawling onto his face into a neutral expression; you're smiling and laughing like you always are. You had such a sunny personality around everyone.

Everyone but him.

Satoru clutches the box, but continues until he reaches you.

"Y/N~" he chirps. He smiles smugly when he sees your expression drop. Sure, he can't make you smile or laugh, but he can make your face do things nobody else in your life can. That's enough.

"You headed to class?" He asks, though you both knew the answer was yes.

"...yeah," you say, looking down at your feet.

Your friend looks between you and Satoru, before gasping, "Wait, you're him, aren't you? Her boyfriend? Y/N, how'd you pull our school's best point guard—"

"He's not my boyfriend," you say tightly. 

Satoru shrugs and gives your friend an easy smile, "I'm whoever she needs me to be."

Knowing it's no use going to class, you say goodbye to your friend and follow him to wherever he wants you to go. 

You both walk, and walk and walk so long you eventually ask, "Where the hell are you taking me?"

"My apartment," Satoru says simply. You freeze. You'd gotten used to him invading the spaces you occupied—your classes, the cafe, your dorm. But, the idea of entering one of his spaces, being surrounded by his life, his things, his scent. 

It's too much, you aren't sure what could happen.

"I don't think I can…" you start, but Satoru turns, and levels you with a look so final that you give up on your excuse. 

The student apartments are technically a part of campus, but you both have to cross the street to get to them. They're the best housing a student can get, and have the price to reflect that.

"Here we are, make sure your shoes are off please~" Satoru says. You toe off your shoes, growing tenser by the second. It pisses you off that Satoru moves through the space in the same way he does when he's in your room. So familiar.

You step further into the apartment, glancing at the pink box on the counter.

"What's with that?" you ask. Satoru, who's arranging throw pillows on the couch, grins at you over his shoulder, "Take a look inside."

You flip open the box and quirk a brow, taking one of the cupcakes in your hand and turning it. It's pretty, yellow cake with colorful frosting piped in a decadent swirl. The surface is shining with what you think is edible glitter.

"What?" you say.

"Wadaya mean what?" Satoru says from directly behind you, making you flinch. The treat falls from your hand and splats onto the counter.

"Heyy," Satoru says, fingers curling around your waist, "Those were like, 4 bucks each ya know,"

You shudder, but you can't move, "Um, sorry,"

Satoru hums, "Mmm, I'm sure you are. But you could stand to at least show me how sorry you are,"

His face enters your vision, blue eyes sliding from the mess on the counter to your mouth. He grabs the cupcake off the counter, but most of the frosting is still stuck to the surface.

You meet his gaze, a question in your eyes. He chuckles, grabbing the back of your head and pushing it until you're inches from the frosting smeared on the counter.

"Go on," he purrs, "Show me you're sorry,"

Your lip trembles, but you lean in further and swipe your tongue against the dollop of frosting. Creamy vanilla flavor coats your tongue. You swallow and, without Satoru telling you, lick the counter clean. All the while, his large hand is pressing on the back of your head.

You straighten up and turn to him, shuddering when you see the look on his face. The blue of his eyes is nearly eclipsed by his pupils, blown wide and hungry. They dart down to the corner of your mouth; he reaches up and swipes the remaining frosting onto his thumb, bringing it to his own mouth.

After a moment, he grabs the box and nods his head toward the couch. You proceed ahead of him and sit stiffly on the far end. He plops down right next to you, slotting your sides together, and spreading his legs, palming the bulge between them.

"Ya know Y/N," he says, "I don't think I've given enough appreciation to your tits,"

"My—" you look down at your chest, then off somewhere else, blushing. Satoru laughs, taking his finger and tugging at the neck of your shirt, "Lemme see 'em."

Satoru watches as you swallow and bring trembling fingers to the hem of your shirt. You pull the fabric over your head and set it on the coffee table next to the cupcakes.

He sees you glance warily towards the front door, and uses his hand to turn your gaze back towards him, "Roomates won't be back for a while, so focus on this,"

Focus on me.

You unclasp your bra, embarassment flowing into your cheeks, and Satoru whistles.

"Quit acting like you haven't seen them before," you say, folding your arms up over them. Satoru chuckles, reaching over to the cupcake box and flipping it open. He grabs one, examines it for a moment, then reaches forward and plants it right between your tits.

Satoru cackles at your reaction, watching you open and close your mouth like a fish, "Hehehe, you're like a statue—hehehe, wow,"

He grabs the cupcake, using it to smear the mess even more. You flinch as frosting coats your peaked nipples. Once he's done, Satoru takes the cupcake and eats it in two bites, humming in satisfaction.

"I'm cleaning this off," you say, standing up, but Satoru yanks you back down and into his lap.

"Ah ah," he says, "Why do that when I could clean you up myself?"

Before can object, Satoru leans forward and laves at your sternum. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging at it, "Wh—stop it!" you squeak. Satoru looks up at you with yet another shit eating grin, moving over to one of your nipples. You pant, toes curling in your socks, wondering why it feels so good.

Satoru feels like he's died and gone to heaven. It made sense, given he was indulging in two of his favorite things at once: frosting and tits. And your skin, it doesn't make sense how good it tastes, how amazing it feels to suck on it, bite it.

He could've eaten a tub of this frosting like ice cream, and lived between your tits forever. Maybe that could be his new happy place—nestled between your tits while you fed him spoonfuls of frosting and woah…

He closed his eyes, wondering how he'd ended up this far gone. Sometimes thinking about you drove him insane with need and "Now now now where is she I need to see her now right fucking now"

And god, the sounds you're making. He groans around the mound of flesh in his mouth, trying to keep himself from humping the couch. Still, just the feeling of you alone was almost enough to send him hurtling over the edge.

At that thought, he pulls off, panting, colorful frosting and glitter smeared all over his mouth and chin. You look dazedly up at him, and he takes it as an invitation, leaning down and sliding his tongue past your lips. You both lay there on the couch, moaning into each other's mouths and grinding your hips together. It was afternoon when you arrived, but when you both finally sit up, the room is bathed in sunset orange.

Satoru winces, tapping his hand against his face. You can see the pads of his fingers sticking to the skin like velcro. "Good thing I shaved this morning," he says. He glances over at you, a goofy smile spreading over his face at the mess of half hardened frosting and saliva on your tits.

"I think we've earned a shower, don't you?" he said. You don't say anything, but let him carry you down the hall to his shower. He sets you down on the counter and turns on the water.

"Hmmf," he hums into your wet shoulder when you two are under the spray, kneading your tits together with soapy hands, tweaking your nipples, "M'still mad about my scholarship but…" he noses against your neck, "Hm, least I got to meet you…y'so much fun…"

You don't respond to his comment, or even react to it, but you stay longer than you mean to. You both lay back on his couch, licking frosting from each other's fingers, or lips, and not saying much of anything. Eventually you're both stripped down again, Satoru rutting his cock against your panties and nibbling at your lips, pleading for something. Somehow, it's enough for both of you to cum, rapturously so.

When you leave, your skin feels too tight, and your mind is on fire with racing thoughts.

Stockholm Syndrome you think to yourself I definitely have Stockholm Syndrome.

Part 5

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Squeaky Clean 3

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You start work as a maid but you’re not prepared for the mess your client brings with him. (maid AU – plus!reader)

Note: yeah…

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your work is cursory. There’s really no need for you to be there Monday to Friday but you won’t complain for the pay check. Or the repetition. You prefer habit over spontaneity. When you took on the job, your biggest concern was the unpredictability. 

That day, the house is empty as you work. You’re relieved. It’s easier to just do you sweep through, mop a bit where needed, dust surfaces that are still clean from the day before. It’s not as tedious as when you need to keep conversation with your hovering client. 

As you empty the crumb tray of the toaster, your peace is punctured. The front door opens and closes and you hear Steve’s voice. He’s not talking to you, if he even expects you to be there. 

“Sam, yeah, I don’t know,” he sounds agitated. “I called him. Didn’t pick up for me either. Shoot.” 

There’s a silence as he listens to the other end of the conversation. You slide the tray back in the appliance as you tip toe around. You collect the errant crumbs from the counter top.  

“My shoulder...” Steve groans. “I know, I know, you told me--” 

You’re half-startled as Steve appears in the kitchen door, his shirt pulled up to his chest, crooked as he has one shoulder free of it. He freezes as you face him cluelessly. He clears his throat. 

“Uh, Sam, call ya back.” He hangs up and nears the island, setting the phone down. He pushes his arm back in his shirt and pulls it down, covering his muscled stomach as his eyes drift away bashfully. “I didn’t hear you.” 

“That’s fine,” you assure him. “Finishing up.” You go to the bin and dust off your hands over it. You let the lid shut. “Bag’s only half full, I’ll take it tomorrow.” 

“No problem,” he says. 

You’re quiet as you gather up your cleaner and cloth. You bring it all to the door as he heads in the same direction. You both stop right at the threshold, unsure of the other. 

“Hey, uh, so... everything okay? Anything I can do to make your job easier?” he asks. 

The reply that flickers wouldn’t be very nice. You’re sure it would be much simpler without him always asking you that. Still, you have to appreciate his concern. Another girl in the agency told you about how her client barely says a word. Of how nervous it makes her.  

Steve makes you uneasy in a different way. Is there a such thing as too nice? You’ve been told you’re too pessimistic so surely the pendulum can swing in the other direction. 

“Everything’s fine,” you assure him. 

“I try not to leave too much mess,” he says with a smile. 

“Right, that’s... good. Thanks.” 

Slowly, you inch forward. You squeeze past him into the next room. Despite your efforts to shrink, you still manage to brush against him. You swear his fingers tickle just along your thigh. You don’t linger to think about it. Or rather, overthink it. 

You put your things in your kit and give a once over. His shadow looms in the kitchen door as he watches you. Again, you get the sense that he might have control issues. Some people just can’t let go of the steering wheel. 

“Hey, uh, I got an odd request,” he steps forward before you can return to the entry way. 

You pause and step back to face him, “alright?” 

“I was training this morning,” he reaches and rubs his shoulder, “you know, I think I stretched something and I can’t quite reach--” 

You blink as your brows draw together. He’s not asking you to do that, is he? 

“I know it’s kinda weird. You can say no,” he keeps his hand clamped around his muscle. “It’s just tugging the back of my neck like a fish hook.” 

“No,” you say, almost a bit too quickly. “No, I don’t think I can do that.” 

“Ah, yeah, obviously,” he chuckles. “You’re just the maid. It’s probably against the rules, huh?” 

You stare at him, fighting not to let your expression curdle. That’s very strange. This is strange. If anyone knew that Captain America was this socially awkward, they might not be star struck by the golden mane and shining shield. 

“Yep,” you say. “Uh, anyway, I think I got everything.” 

“You know,” he crosses the room as you flit out into the entryway. “I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t really hurt. I just, you know, I’m here alone. Don’t really have anyone else to ask.” 

“Sorry about that,” you shrug as you zip up your jacket. “You could try a masseuse.” 

He crosses his arms and stands over you as you pull on your shoes. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” 

You stand up and go to grab your kit. He bends too, coming so close, you feel his breath. You look up and your noses nearly touch. You recoil and rip your hand away, knocking the bucket so the long duster and the roll of paper towels spill out. 

“Oh, uh, you surprised me,” you bend to gather up the roll and duster. 

“No problem, just trying to help,” he towers over you as you slowly straighten. You gulp and reach for the handle of your kit. 

“That’s nice of you but I think I got it,” you put your hand around the plastic, right next to his, but he doesn’t let go. You hug the armful of supplies as you tug lightly. “Really, I got it.” 

He yanks back so you’re forced closer to him. Your skins speckles and stings with sweat. You bat your eyes up at him. “So, you spend all day cleaning, you must get sore. What do you do?” 

“Erm,” you narrow your eyes as you feel his grip tighten on the kit. “A hot bath, I guess?” 

“Hot bath...” he echoes. “Sounds nice.” 

“Maybe some epsom salts,” you suggest and try to wiggle the bucket. “Steve, uh, I gotta go.” 

He nods, “you gonna have a hot bath?” 

Your chest feels clogged as you try not to falter. You’re not overreacting. He’s being... a lot. 

“I got another job,” you utter. “Please...” 

Your voice cracks without meaning to. You stare up at him and his brows rise slightly. He lets go of the bucket and smiles. 

“Sure, sure, you work so hard,” he turns his palms out then firmly braces his hips, striking that classic Cap pose. “I hope you get that hot bath.” 

You put the towels and duster back in the bucket and hold it with both hands. You grit your teeth and back up. “See ya tomorrow.” 

“See ya then,” he winks. 

You hurry for the door and he follows. You almost feel like he’s chasing you. You feel foolish for that thought as he pulls the door open and lets you out. You don’t look back as you flee. Can he see how uncomfortable you are? Does he even care? 

You’re starting to think this might not be a control thing. Not in the way you thought. 

[corkinavoid]

The Tip Of The Iceberg · Owl City

Grumpy x sunshine

Winter wonderland

DPxDC Love at Frost Sight

Jason's favorite season of the year was fall. Early fall, to be exact, when the trees become red and golden, and the air smells of pumpkin spice because of all the coffeeshops simultaneously deciding it's the time to bring it back once again, and it's not yet cold enough to wear a coat, but just cool enough to put on a comfy sweater.

On the other hand, his least favorite season was winter. All of it, starting from late November and ending in early April. His bones ached in the cold that no coat could manage to keep out, the roads were always slippery, no matter how much salt was thrown over them, and he despised the amounts of hot tea he had to drink to keep himself from freezing to death.

Not to mention the lack of sunlight, the vitamins he had to take daily, the shiver that ran down his body when he stepped out of the shower and-

"You know, if you keep frowning like that, people are going to start thinking I've brought you here under the threat of a gun."

Jason blinks and tears his gaze away from the dimly lit, snowy scenery of Robinson Park and looks to Jazz, who is walking just beside him, a steaming cup of coffee in her fingers. She looks beautiful, even wearing a puffy purple jacket that makes her look like an off-color penguin and a knitted hat that hides all her red hair.

Jason huffs and rubs his forehead, smoothing the wrinkle between his eyebrows manually.

"You still hadn't told me why are we taking a walk in the park instead of doing literally anything else," he reminds her, and Jazz smiles, holding her chin higher.

"I have my reasons," she tells, her voice full of mischief. Jason rolls his eyes and hides his freezing palms deeper in his pockets. "We're almost there, don't roll your eyes at me," Jasmine shorts a short laugh and pokes him in the side.

Almost where, he wants to ask, because he is pretty sure she can't show him anything he hasn't seen before in here. He is a Gothamite, after all, and she just moved here two years ago, and Robinson Park couldn't have changed that much since his whole dying and coming back act.

But then, Jazz finishes her coffee in a few large gulps, tossing the empty cup into the nearest bin, and takes his elbow, all but dragging him forward, off the path and into the who knows where.

Jason stumbles over his feet but catches himself quickly enough to not faceplant the snow. Yet, that doesn't help in the slightest with figuring out where they are going because, well, it's half-past-six, which means it's already rather dark around them even with all of the street lights, and Jazz can be really fast when she wants to, and-

"Here," his impossible girlfriend suddenly stops, so abruptly like she's just ran into a wall. Jason, despite all his vigilante training, is not capable of canceling the laws of inertia on command, so he takes a few more steps forward to slow down.

"And what exactly is here?" He shakes his head, trying very hard not to snap, because he is cold, and he doesn't like surprises, and Jazz can be frustrating more than she likes to admit. But, before she can answer, and before Jason is able to put all that winter irritation into words, there's a snap.

Jason turns his head sharply, looking for the source of it just out of habit.

And halts, feeling his eyes go wide and his head completely empty.

The lights appear one by one, a slow, charming process of illuminating the small clearing they've run into. Warm and fuzzy, like tiny stars, or maybe fairy lights, but with no strings to hold them, they light up the trees and the sparkling, untouched snow under their feet. Jason blinks. The sight that he's grown to associate only with those decorative glass balls full of fake snow doesn't shatter.

And, to be fair, Jason knew winter could be beautiful - he's seen countless pictures and movies, and he understood the appeal it had on some people. But he's never really felt it, what with winters in Gotham, even at Christmas Eve, being more glum and gray than sparkling white and twinkling pretty.

But this is exactly that.

The tall trees covered in white snow, the gentle fall of snowflakes over them, the bright yellow lights that surround them.

"Close your mouth, love, you'll catch a cold," he hears Jazz say with a fond, soft laugh, and only then he realizes he is gaping.

His mouth closes back with a snap as he turns to face his girlfriend.

"How did you..." he trails off, not even sure what he's asking. How did she bring a fairytale into life? How did she find this place? How did she manage to bring him here?..

Jazz's teal eyes hold the reflections of countless warm lights around them, and she is grinning from ear to ear, her hand finding Jason's to intertwine their fingers.

"Danny helped," she admits, "But I just wanted you to see it. See why I love winter - not just because my brother is a living icicle, but because winter is magic, in a sense. It's only in winter that you can feel what's really warm and what's not."

Jason has half of a thought to ask her what she means, but he gets it just a moment before the words fall out of his mouth.

Because this, standing in the silent snowfall among the tiny lights of miniature stars, holding Jazz's hand in his, is warm. Not in a literal sense - his skin is still moments away from freezing - but something inside his chest feels like a tiny, flickering flame.

And that flame makes him smile.

"It's very pretty," he says, not taking his eyes off Jazz, and watches her cheeks become pink.

Somehow, he is certain it's not because of the cold.

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This was written to not one but two Owl City songs. The first one was, as requested, 'The Tip of The Iceberg', and the second was 'Peppermint Winter', my all-time favorite winter song.

And here's the additional aesthetic!

Danny, who is responsible for the gently falling snowflakes and keeping the lights from going out, sitting invisible in a tree above them: what great lengths do I go for you, Jazz, you better get me something nice for Christmas or I swear to Ancients-

[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 12

Masterlist

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest and thread.

The ride home together was awkward and silent. You couldn't help but fidget. The others obviously were not happy about being married to you. Maybe they didn't want to have such a permanent connection. Some soul groups aren't even romantic or affectionate, let alone married to each other. Maybe they wanted to keep it more casual.

You could null the marriages, but it would be risky. They may find out what JYP did and leak it, ruining all the hard work you had all put in to keep it hidden. You would need to be very careful.

To kill the time and distract yourself from the awkward air in the car you started to look up laws on nulling soul marriages. They were different here than what you grew up learning. Actually, a bit more complicated in logistics, but faster once you jump through the flaming hoops to get the null approved.

There was also the risk of this damaging the soul bond permanently, or depending on the severity, severing it completely.

That thought made your breath freeze in your chest even as it felt like it was caving in on you. What would you do if the bond was broken? There was no way you could go back to your old life. No way would you survive after knowing how absolutely complete and content you could feel. How full and warm and safe your soulmates made you feel every single day. How would you live without that feeling? Survive when it just disappears and leaves a gaping hole where the bond used to be?

You swallowed the sharp rock that seemed to lodge itself in your throat and lagged behind as you all made your way silently up to the apartment. You did not want to have this conversation. Ever. You weren't ready for it all to end. You dreaded it with your entire existence.

“JYP did what!” Bin nearly exploded as soon as the door locked behind you. As soon as you were behind safe, closed doors.

You couldn't help the full body flinch at the sudden outburst after so long of having tense silence.

“He drugged her, you already knew that. But he made her sign soul marriage certificates and the original contract with him while she was under the effects.” Chan was trying to soothe the room by reminding everyone that you had negotiated a new, much better contract.

“What else did he do while you were drugged?” Bin was glaring at you directly now, making your very bones start to shake.

You shrug, trying hard to keep it together and not let your emotions get the better of you. They had every right to be angry at you and you didn't want to manipulate them on accident by crying. “Nothing that I know of. I don't remember much. There was yelling. And I remember my hand being moved, someone touched my face and released me from the handcuffs, blindfold, and gag. But they were all blurry figures and words I couldn't make out. It was really hard to focus for too long.”

“As disgusting as JYP is, I'm sure he wouldn't go as far as to sexually assault her or anything. I'm more concerned with the soul marriages that you didn't tell us about.” Lino cut in.

You held yourself and rubbed your upper arms to try and bring yourself comfort. “We can null it, if you don't want to be married to me. It's risky. They may find out what JYP did. Or the bond could be harmed. But it's your choice.” You couldn't look up from the floor, fighting back the shaking in your voice as the tears pushed at your eyes.

“I don't want the marriage nulled, Y/n!”

You blinked up at him, shocked. One that he didn't want the null like they were all hinting at. And two that he had shouted at you like that. He hadn't done that since your first full day here, and even then, it was more at the situation than you. This felt more aimed at you specifically. And it hurt.

Felix stepped closer to you, offering support. “It's not her fault, Lino.”

Lino took a step back and deflated with a sigh. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you.” He rubbed his face in frustration. “It's just. You deserve more!”

“More what?” You ask, confused by the turn.

Lino gestured around you. “More everything! You should have gotten romanced first! There should have been celebrations and ceremonies! Gifts and spoiling you! This should have been done right! You deserve the best, but you got shit instead!”

“Most of us haven't even got a chance to take you on our dates yet.” Ayen pointed out.

Even as cute and adorable as the sentiment was, you were frustrated. You ticked off on your fingers as you spoke. “I have a job, food, a roof over my head. And I have all of you. I don't need a storybook romance!”

“It's not just about what you want, you know! Maybe we want the storybook romance!” Seungmin snapped. “Between finding out you speak Korean and now this, is there anything else you are lying to us about? Any other secrets you conveniently forgot to share with the group?”

“Seungmin, that's enough.” Chan warned darkly as you stepped away from all of them, body going cold with hurt.

“Is it? Am I not allowed to be pissed about being lied to now?”

He was apparently very angry about you not telling them about understanding them in the beginning. About knowing Korean. Chan had said he was only kidding that day, but apparently, he wasn't. And instead of talking it out with him you just ignored it. Let it fester unknowingly. And if he is mad about it, then likely the rest are as well. Your fun little fib had set the foundation crooked on this soul bond group. You had messed it all up and now it was crumbling around you as another lie came to light. Even if you didn't mean to omit the marriages, it was still your fault. Still a betrayal to your soulmates you could never make up to them.

“Seungmin.” Han spoke quietly, but the younger ignored him.

“Have you been honest about anything since you got here?” He pushed eyes sharp and words cutting into you with every syllable.

The tears you had tried so hard to hold back burst their way through, and you looked away so they wouldn't see them.

But he still wasn't done. He had more to get off his chest and it seemed like he was going to make sure it was all out there.

“You don't do anything like our last media person – maybe that was a lie too. You are a fraud. Its just another one of your lies! Makes sense. Clears - “

“Enough Seungmin!” Chan barked loudly, cutting him off.

“No, it's not! I'm sick of being lied to!”

Your entire body shook as you tried to hold back the tidal wave of emotions pouring out of you and coming at you from your soul mates. It was all crashing against you, and you didn't know which way was up anymore. Your chest swirled and your head buzzed as you spun out of control.

Taking a deep breath and cursing yourself when it shook you looked up. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-” Your voice cracked, thin and quiet and you couldn't continue. “I'm sorry.” You said again before fleeing the room as quickly as you could and closing your bedroom door with a soft click.

As soon as it was shut you could hear muffled voices through the door as your soulmates started arguing with each other. Shouting back and forth. And you had done that to them. You had made them mad and hurt. Made them argue and shout at each other. Made them fight.

You were brought here to complete the soul bond, but instead you were making it crack and break. You weren't helping anyone by being here. And you were dragging them down in the process with work that wasn't up to their standards.

With a quiet sob you turn to your room and start to move mechanically. You had to get away. You had to remove yourself and let them get back to being a strong bond by themselves. You need to leave.

You move around the room, grabbing a bag to throw clothes in and getting anything you would need to work for the next couple weeks.

You were going to go to a hotel for a while. Let everyone cool off and come back to a neutral point before coming back and talking this out with them. Figuring out where to go from here. If there was still a chance to be a completed group, or if it was best for you to just quietly disappear forever and leave them be.

As much as you just wanted to avoid that conversation and disappear forever, run away from what you caused, you were an adult. And you made commitments. You had work to do, even if they didn't like it. It still had to be done until you were relieved of your duties.

You used your phone to book a hotel room and slipped quietly from the room. The others were still arguing - in the living room now - so you were able to sneak out the door silently, unnoticed. As your car took you to the hotel you booked, you sent a message to the group chat, explaining what you were doing. Then you promptly silenced the group chat and turned dnd on, needing some time to adjust to the damage you have caused.

The hotel room was exceptionally nice. Cream walls, beautiful pictures to decorate the room. Clean. Not at all what you were expecting for the low price it was. As you look around you let your bag slip from your shoulder and fall to the floor.

You were still whirling with emotions, so you busied yourself by setting up your workspace for the next couple weeks. Then you unpacked your clothes and neatly put them in the provided dresser and closet, taking extra care with them to keep your mind busy.

Then, when there was nothing else to do you slipped into bed to stare at the wall and let yourself sob. Let your mind cruelly replay the entire incident and feel all the hurt and betrayal you had caused again, feeling just as fresh as it did back at the apartment.

When you were cried out, stuffy, and puffy, you rolled over and grabbed your phone, immediately swiping away the notifications. You spent the rest of the evening switching between bursting into tears and playing the rarely opened games on your phone.

The spot where your soul bond lived panged rhythmically in pain and sorrow the entire time. And you blinked away more tears as you imagined the cracks in it you had caused.

Early the next morning, after a fitful night's sleep, you got to work. You started with the boys' social posts and comments. You were a bit behind on those, letting them pile up so you could record the dance practice yesterday. Speaking of, you would be skipping day 2 of the practice. There was enough footage to piece together a good video anyway. And separation was more important right now. The boys would probably be grateful to have a day without cameras all in their faces the entire time.

As predicted, now that the world knew about you the boys wanted to post everything about you. All the pictures that they had been taking with and without your knowledge. Group pictures. Selfies with them. One where you are working at your computer at home, entirely focused on the screen and pink cat eared headphones lighting up to the beat of whatever song you were listening to. These were your less professional headphones that you used when you didn't have meetings and video calls.

That one was Linos's post. His caption naming you as another one of his cats – which made sense with the headphones. You pushed the post through and moved on, trying not to let yourself focus on one post for too long. Trying not to let it hurt more.

There were more hate posts and comments. Ones you tried to let wash over you. The hate was predicted from them. You knew STAY would be shocked by the final member of Stay Kids soul group being a female. They would feel betrayed by it. Jealous even. It seems that they were right about you not being good enough for the group.

You didn't need to speak to anyone until midmorning, when your first meeting started. Chan would be in the meeting, but you were sure you could avoid speaking to him too much, keeping to just the business at hand. And it’s not like you could avoid them entirely. Not all the time.

As soon as the meeting was over you ended your end of it, before Chan could try and talk to you. You weren't ready for the conversation. You need more time. And so did they.

Throughout the day, anytime you needed to use your phone you immediately swept the notifications away without reading them. And the dnd ensured that all calls from the boys went straight to voicemail without even ringing.

Your soul bond panged like a never-ending thunderstorm through it all. Sometimes, the pain was mild, and sometimes, it took your breath away with its intensity. But it was always there. An underlying ache with the promise of more pain to come just at the edge of it, rolling in like the roll of thunder after a flash of lightning.

You worked non-stop to keep your brain occupied – only stopping for bathroom breaks, to make more coffee, or get more water. There was no room for thoughts on anything else.

It was sometime after 2am when you finally collapsed into bed, exhausted enough to actually sleep this time.

JYPE was close enough to the hotel that the next day you made an effort to disguise yourself and walk over there. You were still unaccustomed to this new life of people knowing who you were, and you felt strange calling a company car when you weren't with one of the boys. When you were with them you could pretend it was all for them. But now you were alone. Again.

You had to go in to see to some upcoming sets that needed attention. There was only so much that could be done by phone, and even then, you couldn't guarantee it would come together like you envisioned in the end. It was just better to do it in person.

And since you hadn't added your schedule to the boys’ calendar, they had no idea you would be in the company today. It would be easy enough to avoid running into them. Get in, do what you need to do, get out.

The next three days staying away from home and the boys went exactly the same. You avoided them as much as you could and made sure to work from the hotel at every opportunity so you wouldn't run into them accidentally. Besides the occasional meeting with one or two of them present, you didn't see or hear them. You spent as little time at the company as possible, and when you were there you went out of your way to stay away from both your usual spots and theirs.

The constant pain in your soul bond and general depression – randomly bursting into tears at the smallest of inconveniences, getting irrationally irritated and angry when something went wrong – were just becoming something you would most likely have to live with the rest of your life. The pain sometimes made you dizzy, lightheaded with how bad it was. You would have to get used to it eventually.

You would have to get used to a lot of things now.

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[channieschocco]

Stray Kids giving you their sweater (hyung line)

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Bangchan

"Y/N!" Chan's voice rang out for the whole street to hear. "You can't wear something like that in such cold weather!"

You two had just left the restaurant where you just finished your date and you were wearing a navy blue top with an asymmetric neckline and a black A-line skirt. It wasn't terribly cold, but your shiver said otherwise.

"I'm fine, Chris." You assured him. "Don't worry." You tried to brush it off, but Bangchan was one step ahead. He pulled off his suit jacket, leaving him in a white button up shirt. Chan draped his suit jacket over your shoulders and you instantly felt warmer.

"Are you sure you won't get cold now?" You teased him.

"You're more important." Chris replied. "I can handle a little breeze."

"Yet I can't?" You pointed out. "You're just as important as I am. Don't ever forget that, Chan."

He pulled his arm around you and hugged you close as you walked. He sighed, a deep relaxed sound and he perched his head on top of yours. "You're too good to me, Y/N."

Lee Know

"Yah, why would you wear short sleeves in this weather?" Minho crossed his arms and glared at you.

"This shirt was too cute to cover up with a jacket, Minho." You whined. "I shouldn't have to tell you that."

He rolled his eyes before tugging off his grey sweatshirt. "Put it on." He commanded. "I won't have you freezing because of some shirt." Minho said.

"No." You protested. "I look too good for that." Completely betraying you, your body strongly shivered.

Minho didn't bother listening to your protests and pulled the sweatshirt over your head himself. "Much better."

You snuggled into the soft fabric which smelled just like Minho. His body heat still lingered on the sweater and you couldn't have been more glad. "Thank you." You mumbled.

"What was that?" Minho smirked.

"I said thank you." You grumbled and turned away.

"That's what I thought." Minho smiled even wider and planted a tiny kiss on your cheek before taking off running. "Now come catch me!" He shouted as you rolled your eyes and took off right after him.

Changbin

"Are you sure you're not cold?" Changbin asked you for the third time that morning.

The two of you were on the balcony of your bedroom sitting in the patio chairs with breakfast. You had made two cups of tea for the both of you and baked some pre-frozen croissants. The crisp morning air made goosebumps apear on your skin and Changbin was too smart not to notice.

"I... well-" You started, but Changbin cut you off.

"One minute." He slid open the door back inside and shut it behind him. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm as you wondered where he was going and what he was doing. You took another slow sip of tea.

It wasn't long before Chanbin came back, a hoodie in hand. "Put this on." He said, handing it to you. It was a plain black hoodie with white drawstrings and you couldn't have asked for anything more.

You pulled the hoodie close after snuggling into it's warmth and stood up to admire the sunrise. "Thank you, Bin." You smiled at him.

"Anytime." He replied, hugging you from behind and nuzzling his face into your hair.

Hyunjin

"Y/N, are you sure you don't want my coat?" Hyunjin asked.

The two of you were out in the park when it suddenly began to snow, the little snowflakes landing in your hair. It was unexpected, which is why you were only wearing a pink sweatshirt.

"You need it, Hyunjin." You replied. "I'll be fine."

"We can go home then." He sternly announced.

"No!" You shouted. "It's the first snowfall of the year and there's no way I'll be missing that for the world."

"Then take my coat please." You could see the sun's glimmer in his eyes as he shrugged off his puffy white winter coat and handed it to you.

"Hyunjin, I don't want you to be cold." You tried to protest, but he already had your arms wrapped up in the coat.

"Too bad." His calm voice replied. "Guess who offered to keep the other warm first, me." He took your hand in his mitten and drew you close. "I can handle being cold for you." He hummed.

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Thank you so much to whoever read this! Lmk if you want the maknae line version and give me any requests for future little writing pieces like this one!

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

What if he turned into a bear? If needed I can give information on them

No koalas are not bears

This would be one of the better ones, as now he's large enough to mostly take care of himself as long as he stays away from human heavy areas. Travels around trying to figure out what he's doing and stealing from trash cans to get food, and stumbles on Fords house in the woods, which bins are gnome proofed (for now) but not bear proof. Shrugs and starts going to town, just for Ford to burst out of his house screaming, becuase he thought it was gnomes again and is now face to face with a bear.

What kind of bear? Well black bears are native to Oregon, and mostly person sized. A brown bear is huge, not native to the area, but might have been pulled by the weirdness magnetism if its an anomaly. I don't know, regardless, you don't really want to be staring down a bear in your front yard and yelling at it then freezing in confusion.

But this is Stan, and Fords his bro! So he just freezes, looks at Ford, looks at the trash he's eating out of. Ford already know's he's been eating it, so he just starts eating faster. Ford, outraged, tries to shoo Stan off. This just makes him go even faster. Like a stand off between man and bear, where the bear just really wants to eat these thrown out leftovers! He's hungry! Stop waving the crossbow around!

When he's done he backs up, much to Ford relief, then makes his way very slowly towards Fords front door. He's going to get Ford to help him, even if he he has to live through Ford knowing he was eating trash. Every baby step gets a yell and a step back from Ford, until Fords inside slamming the door in his face, which, rude? Good thing he has these strong bear arms and knows how doors work. Just opens the door, pushes past Ford (not sure if this would end in him getting shot?) and makes himself at home on the couch of Fords study and takes a nap. He's tired, he's been walking around eating trash forever.

So now there's just a bear in Fords house. He does not want a bear in his house, even if its friendly (?) but he can't get rid of it. Nothing he does scares it, its too heavy to move, and when shrinks it, puts it outside, then regrows it and runs, it just finds its way back to his house and he finds it eating out of his fridge. He doesnt want this bear! The bear (stan) is making itself way to much at home! And messing with his pens! (bear paws are very big, very hard to write with)

Not sure how this would get resolved, but any Bill shenanigans can easily be trumped by bear laying on man.

[dramaticallytotal]

The Rise of Team E-Scope Headcanons: Part Six

Ask and ye shall receive. This one is for @subaquatic0mess and @hyacinthus420 , who both asked for more Team E-Scope in my asks!

Idea Post Part One Last Post

Anything Yukon Do, I Can Do Better:

• Eva feels really bad at the start of this episode because she had gone to Noah to ask for a hair tie since hers snapped while she was sleeping, and her luggage was still located in the economy class storage bins and she didn't want to go through the hassle of taking out her bag and whatever other bags were blocking hers, rummage through till she found her bag specifically for bathroom/self care stuff and find the even smaller bag of hair ties. So she figured to just cut out all the middle stuff and ask her friend.

Katie had gone with her because she wanted to ask Noah for spare hair ties too so she could carry them for just in case, and they wouldn't have to bug him every time.

When they got back to first place, they were in time to see Cody trying to pull his foot away from Sierra and her talking about the pressure point between the tarsal bones. Eva got a warning chill hearing that and sped up her walk to help throw Sierra away from him, but she was a bit too late to stop the temporary paralysis from happening. She did throw Sierra away from Cody still.

Eva yelled at her other teammates for not doing anything, but they just dismissed her. She wanted to explode at them, but she held her tongue, not wanting her temper to be her downfall again. But her and Katie did move Cody to one of the couches and guarded him.

• Leshawna is a little sad Harold is gone. She really wanted to play this game with him more. But she was touched that he left her his lucky yo-yo. She even proudly showed it off to DJ when he asked where she found it.

• When they ask where they are going, Noah can't help but throw out the quip about the place having none of Chef's Candy Fish Tails. He tried one after their challenge in Tokyo was over, and...it wasn't the worst thing, but it wasn't exactly tasty either. It was barely edible, and he doubted the snack would sell. Usually when Chef was selling something it was of great quality so he was more than a little suspicious if they were actually a product or if Chris had Chef cook up something awful just for the fun of it. Or in the hopes they cast would eat it for some laughs.

• Noah was impressed yet annoyed when he noticed Alejandro put Owen asleep with a pressure point but had no time to reflect on it, given his seat belt ripped. "Perfect."

He could already feel himself moving away and up from his seat before Izzy yelled, "I got ya NoNo!" And he felt her legs wrap around his chest tightly. Her insane leg strength helpfully kept him in place, but he just knew the bruises he would develop would be ugly.

• When he fell into the snow after they "landed," Noah decided he was already done with today. It was freezing! He was freezing! He could already feel himself starting to shake. Izzy thankfully noticed and wrapped herself around him when they stood up. It helped a little.

• Trent kept shooting Gwen worried looks because he knew she ran slightly colder than usual. She has poor circulation.

• When Heather brought up the jacket and Chris said he ordered them, Noah had to hold in a snort because he was the one who ordered them. But when Chris said they weren't coming for at least six months, Noah nearly shouted the truth but held back because he really did not need any of his competitors to know just how involved he had been in planning this season. Thankfully, after Chris signaled the cameras to cut, he said, "That was a joke. we do have the coats, and they should have been out here already, but the interns forgot and are bringing them now. So don't even think of suing. Looking at you, Courtney. But play up the joke, will ya? Make it seem you're really freezing."

"I don't need to act." Noah grit out. Everyone missed the worried look Chris sent him before the host told them the cameras were gonna start rolling again.

• The suggestion of huddling was taken, and Katie and Sadie immediately hugged each other while Katie pulled Eva and Cody into their hug. Thankfully, she did it right before Sierra could grab Cody.

Izzy, Lindsay, and Leshawna huddled up to Alejandro.

Tyler, DJ, Trent, and Justin huddled together. Though Trent wanted to pull Gwen into their group, he knew it would look weird, so he tried to catch her eye to see if she wanted to join them or another group but he wasn't successful.

He wasn't successful because Gwen was doing her best not to look toward him because she found herself wanting to go to him. All she could think of was he gave her the best hugs and he always made sure she was warm if they had been on a date and it was cold.

When Noah tried to huddle with Bridgette, she pushed him a little too roughly away and stating she had a boyfriend. She didn't know it was him, and after their talk, she had been up all night thinking back on her interactions with Alejandro, and she was just really worked up and stressed. She felt bad when she realized it was him and that she caused him to fall into the snow once more. She immediately tried to apologize but Owen had already scooped Noah out of the snow and ran him to Izzy in a tizzy.

"Izzy! Noah got pushed into the snow again, and my little buddy is getting too cold his lips are turning blue! What do we do!?"

Owen knew about Noah's anemia, but he never really knew what to do to help and panicked. Thankfully, Izzy got an idea and detached from Alejandro to grab Noah and shoved him at Alejandro. Alejandro, Lindsay, and Leshawna hissed when they felt how cold Noah was, but Noah was trying not to die because Izzy shoved his face into Alejandro's chest.

He could not deny that the taller boy was warm, though, so he just let himself concentrate on said warmth.

• Everyone missed Chris and Chef's faces when they saw this and how Chris snapped at the interns to bring the jackets faster!

• Once they were in their jackets, Noah couldn't help but smile and snuggle into his. If Alejandro saw this and thought the sight was absolutely adorable, no, he didn't. Shut up.

• Izzy does not miss Alejandro sneaky little smile to Bridgette while Chef gave Chris some cocoa, but Noah did because his fave was still pressed into Alejandro's chest. The bookworm was now warm enough that he started feeling sleepy because Izzy, Lindsay, and Leshawna hugging him felt like one of his weighted blankets.

• When Sierra admitted to interviewing Chris's school teachers, the admission had Chef putting his husband behind him.

• Noah wants it known for the record that he hated the name Chris gave the challenge, "Total Drama the Icicle?" Really? He would have called it Total Drama On Ice.

• Leshawna made sure to pull her team to the side for a strategy meeting. As much as her and Heather had gotten closer, she still didn't trust the girl when it came to competition, and she did not want her to overhear her.

• When he got launched off the ice by Owen, Noah was ready to give up, but he was picked up by someone, and to his horror, it was Justin. The model started to carry him over the ice while complimenting him and laughing when Noah started yelling at him to put him down.

• The accidental kiss still happens between Alejandro and Bridgette, like I said, but she absolutely refuses the second offer by gently telling Alejandro while she appreciates his attention and how nice he is she has a boyfriend. It threw off Alejandro enough that he barely heard her say she was going on.

He was snapped out of it when his team reached him, though.

• Eva is pulling for Team Amazon

DJ for Team Victory

And Tyler is still pulling for Team Chris.

•Their sleigh doesn't actually have anything radioactive in it, but Chris made sure the props looked authentic and knowing Izzy as he unfortunately does he makes sure to put glowing, edible, skin safe, goop in the boxes.

• Alejandro missed Izzy and Noah giving each other knowing looks and their discreet little high five when his team reached him at the meeting point because they had seen Bridgette leave the guy and the resulting confused expression.

• As they continued, Noah handed out hand warmers to his team. Alejandro noticed he pulled them from his utility belt and added the items to his growing list.

• Alejandro still took off his shirt to distract Bridgette, but he also took off his coat. He only out them back on when his team reached him, and Noah may have been a little distracted by the sight.

• Heather tried to whip Eva once, but Eva caught the whip in her teeth and tugged it out of Heather's hand. She then proceeded to break the handle of the whip on her knee. Her team was pretty damn quiet after that.

• To help Tyler move better. Noah used the "radioactive" goop on the bottom of his sneakers, pulled out some small screws he carried, and made makeshift ice cleats. His scolded himself for not bringing any chains. (Though that was silly given, he doesn't work with chains enough to carry some to replace.)

• Alejandro added that to his list as well.

• No, I'm stuck to a pole song. I think it's catchy as hell, but Idk what the song would be instead.

• Noah injured his ankle when Owen caused the ice bridge to crack since Owen caught himself on his ankle. Climb up order was Owen, Noah, Trent, Justin, Izzy, Alejandro, then Tyler. Trent noticed he was having a hard time walking and helped Noah back onto their sleigh.

• Alejandro was impressed when Noah made Owen lean forward, and he yelled for everyone to lean forward. They won with Team Victory coming in second and Amazon losing.

• Alejandro saw his team celebrating and Bridgette walking up. He thought perhaps she was going to talk to him, but she instead approached Noah and pulled him aside. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he did see them hug, and when they got closer, he heard Bridgette thank Noah for talking to her and setting her right.

• Well, now~

Alejandro was intrigued.

• Team Amazon goes to the elimination room, but Chris announces that the challenge was indeed a reward. He originally planned on it being another elimination, but he knew Heather was very at risk of being thrown off, and he needed her for the views. Also, he felt bad that Noah got hurt during the challenge, and if Eva somehow got voted off by Heather smooth talking her way out of elimination he knew that would make his assistant feel worse.

• So reward yay!

• Noah thought it was amusing that Lindsay used his name in place of Tyler for this episode. He had to give it to her. Girl could commit to a bit.

• Chris decided to play off the bit for the episode at the end, and he loved the reaction it got from Tyler. He was so going to give Lindsay a small bonus for her commitment.

• They don't stay in the Yukon. This is one place they don't stay in. They fly out of there. Chef was worried that by staying, it would freeze their fuel. Heating or no heating in the plane. He didn't wanna risk it.

• That night, Alejandro watched Noah more closely and noticed how much he hung out with Izzy and Eva and Owen. If they made it to the merge, that was a solid and big alliance number. Hell, that was a big alliance number to begin with! He determined there was more to this Team E-Scope, and there was definitely more to Noah. So he decided he would get close to Noah and, by extension, Team E-Scope.

• Noah, of course, noticed this and came to the conclusion that Alejandro must have seen something that made him notice Noah more and guessed that their unofficial official team leader was more than likely suspicious of him and his friends. He's impressed he caught on so quickly but annoyed for the same reason. But that's fine. Two could play at the pretend friend game.

• Noah acts a little receptive to Alejandro's try at bonding, and he sees he has him, hook, line, and sinker.

• This was gonna be fun.

Next

[ncis-nerd]

Don't you worry darling

theatre actor r! x stage manager!natasha romanov

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, sensory issues, panic attacks, crying.

Marvel Masterlist

a/n: not based off true events .. juliet if you see this... no u don't 😭

"Dude!! You're clothes are getting wet!!" Your castmate, Kate exclaimed. "Huh?" You looked at her confused. Your clothes were sitting perfectly on top of your bag, on the chair..Were they not?

Your eyes glanced towards the chair where your stuff resided at, and there were gone. SHIT- You rushed to pick it up from the tray of water but it was too late, the damage was done.

You were in an off Broadway play, sharing a dressing room with 13 of your cast mates, plus the guys from the other play. They kept the room so disgusting and you got the smaller room out of the two. But at least yours had a window and now had air conditioning. A downside to the air conditioning is that it would leak, so they had to get a tray to let the water fall into.

You knew it was risky putting your stuff so close to it but you just wanted to stay out of people's way. It was hard being squeezed into a tight, sweaty dressing room with 13 other people.

So of course, you didn't know how to react when you picked up your shirt, hoodie and pants, all drenched in the freezing water bin. Stupidly, you left it on top of your bag and rushed out. Keep it together, keep it together. Don't cry. You locked yourself in the bathroom, tossing cold water onto your very red face. Tears streamed down your face.

What were you suppose to do? Your clothes to change back into were wet, you can't wear your costume home and you'll get sick wearing wet clothes on a 2 hour train ride back home. Not to mention uncomfortable, due to the texture.

After a minute of attempting to calm yourself down, you exit the bathroom. As you open the door to the dressing room, you noticed members form the other cast have migrated in there as well, like Tony, Steve, Bucky, etc. "Y/N! Come join us in cards!!" Maria exclaimed. "No.. it's okay" you mumbled, as they shut the door.

It was way too crowded in there and you did not want to go in there. Instead, you looked for your director Natasha or the stage member Wanda or literally anyone that could help. But no one was there, so you stood there pacing. Don't start crying again, don't start crying. Your hand rose, taking its place on your scalp. Your fingers ran down your hair, a nervous tick of yours.

Finally, after fighting back years, you start to feel drops run down your face. "Yeah and she said- hold on I'll be right back!" You heard 2 of your cast mates, Kate and Yelena speak. You saw them when you came out of the bathroom but they went down the hall to gossip. Kate went into the bathroom and Yelena made her way back down the hall, towards you.

Dammit- she's gonna see me crying.. As Yelena starts to walk down the hall, she finds you crying in the corner. "Y/n- are you okay??" She spoke, her expressed worried. "I-i" You saw your assistant manager enter backstage.

Her eyes trailed onto yours, the brunette obviously concerned about you. "Someone knocked my clothes into the water and now it's all wet" you sniffles, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. A hitch in your breath and you could feel snot running down your face.

"Hey. Hey. It's gonna be all right, okay? We've got extra clothes, okay? Are wet clothes a texture thing for you?" Wanda, your assistant manager asked.

"No but it's gonna be uncomfortable wearing wet clothes for a 2 hour commute home" you said, wiping the tears from your face.

"I see you're an overthinker but try not to worry. We have dryers. I could put your clothes to dry?" The brunette asked.

"It's on the blue bag, close to the water tray. It's a hoodie, shirt and pants." You stuttered, trying to get your words out. "Okay, thank you, Y/n, I'll go grab it right now. Don't worry" she spoke softly.

You nodded as she entered the room, you saw her come back out with your clothes in her hand. "Luckily it's not too wet but I'll still go ahead and dry that for you." She smiled.

As the brunette left, you sat by the door. Not wanting to go back in the crowded room. You heard a loud "YEAH!!" or stomp or overall odd sound, come from the room. "That can't be good.." Wanda sighed, not bothering to go check it out.

Yelena and Kate, and a few other people from the other play whom you didn't know were chilling outside the room, so you just sat there with them. Not paying much attention to their conversations, just on your phone.

"I WIN!!" A voice screams from the room. "That sounds..." Kate trailed off. "Welcome to my world!" Wanda hummed, making her way back on stage.

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FUCK, how could you be so stupid! You finally mastered your cues but managed to fuck up the one line you had. Everyone else did so good! "And I don't!" Mj exclaimed. Shocking everyone with how much she had improved in practing her monolouge. Your castmates went over to praise her. "You did so good!" "MJ THAT WAS AMAZING!!" you join them for a moment but then you dig your fingers into your palm. Don't you start crying. Not here, in front of them.

You made your way back to the dressing room, with the other girls. Yesterday you saw Maria sit under the dresser counter, it looked comfortable and most of all- isolated. You sat down, bumping your head in the procress. "Ouchh" you groan softly.

Your head took it place on your knees, you covered your face and began to sob quietly, you literally have the easiest job. Only 2 lines, and a few cues. It's not that hard. How could you screw that up?

"Time for notes!" Your stage manager Natasha exclaimed, entering the room. You didn't budge but no one seemed to notice you and you were greatful for that.

"Maria you really surprised us all back there, that was incredible!" Natasha smiled, praising the girl. "Yeah that was epic!" Another voice said. You recognized it, it was May, another one of the managers. You thought it was only Natasha there, is Wanda also there?

"And y/n?" Natasha paused. "Y/N? Are they asleep? Are they okay?" You heard her speak. A bunch of mumbles filled your ears, they were overly sensitive like that. Natasha took the hint to move on after no movement or words from you.

After the managers had left, they said you and your cast could change out of costumes and were dismissed. You rushed out, making a run for the bathroom before it got crowded. You had snot dripping down your shirt and needed to wash your face.

When you were done, you looked around. For someone, Natasha or Wanda. To explain what had happened and that you weren't just slacking off. But you saw no one. Kate left the dressing room, "Hey have you seen Wanda?" You mumbled, trying not to cry. You felt a big gulp in your throat. "Yeah I think she might be on stage." Kate smiled softly. "Could you get her for me, please?" You mumbled, once again fidgeting with your fingers. Kate nodded and you stood backstage, waiting. As she left, Natasha entered. "Hey! Y/N? What happened?" Natasha spoke softly, with an ounce of concern in her voice. Her face filled with sympathy. "Do you want to talk?" You nodded and thats when Wanda entered the room. They led you out of the theater and somewhere more private to speak.

You were nervous about being in there because the company that owns the theater had told you guys that you weren't allowed to hang out or be in there. But you ignored it, as they were trying to be accommodating to the best they could.

You took a seat next to Natasha, Wanda standing. "I forgot my lines, I froze and I forgot my lines but everyone else did so good." You sniffled. "Hey, it's okay. You messed up but you know that you did, you know you made a mistake so that's progress! Is there anything you need?" Natasha spoke softly, her eyes focused on your teary ones. "...Water" you mumbled, Natasha and Wanda left the room. Natasha was the first to return with a cup of water. "Wanda went to check on your clothes." Natasha said, when you noticed that Wanda was gone.

You nodded and tried to break the silence. "Do you have any notes for me?" You asked. "Are you sure you want to hear that right now?" Natasha shot you a hesitant look. You nodded, "Yeah, please?" "Alright, if that's what you want. Could you be louder in the songs? We couldn't quite hear you from the back. And then there's the note about how you froze but you know so that's pretty much it." Natasha spoke softly.

Wanda entered the room, with your clothes and a shirt. "So your clothes are mostly dried, your shirts still a little wet. We can leave that here to dry, I gave you my shirt." Wanda smiled, putting a hand on your shoulder for support, before she left. "I-im gonna go change, if that's okay?" You spoke. Natasha nodded.

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this baby has been sitting in my drafts for months bruh. pls don't flop i know there's barely any intimacy but i wanted to try to keep it as real as possible

[khelshere]

Why Kris can’t let go of the Soul (My theory)

I’ve been thinking about Kris. Not just as a character, but as a person. And the more I watch them, the more I wonder:

What if Kris isn’t being controlled against their will? What if… they let us in?

Not because they want to. But because they don’t know how to decide.

Maybe Kris is one of those people who stand at the edge of every choice and freeze. Someone for whom choosing feels like breaking something. Someone who lives under the quiet, invisible weight of doubt, so heavy it becomes easier to hand over the wheel.

And that’s where we come in. The player. The soul.

Not as a parasite. Not as an invader. But as a crutch. A coping mechanism. A desperate way to keep moving forward when the burden of making a decision alone becomes unbearable.

We are their substitute for willpower. A mask worn not out of deception, but out of necessity.

But over time... it starts to rot. It starts to hurt.

Because we don’t always make good choices. We manipulate. We coerce. We push. We treat the world like a puzzle to be solved or a story to control, and Kris is left behind in the noise.

In the Weird Route, we see something crack. Kris doesn't just remove the soul like before. This time, they throw it in the trash. And kick the bin.

That isn’t rebellion. It’s rage. Frustration. Grief.

* “I let you choose for me… and this is what you did?”

And yet… They don’t destroy us. They don’t leave us behind.

They put the soul back in.

Why?

Because no matter how much they hate what we’ve done… Kris doesn’t know how to move without us.

That’s the tragedy.

The soul, us, isn’t a shackle. It’s a survival tool. A borrowed voice for someone who has lost faith in their own.

Maybe Kris hates the control, yes. But maybe what they truly hate… is the part of themselves that can’t function without it.

And in that, Kris becomes something painfully real. They are not a hero. Not a vessel. Not a chosen one.

They are a person quietly falling apart under the pressure to choose. So they let someone else do it.

And now, they’re waking up to the damage that silence caused.

They want to reclaim themselves. But they’re afraid that without us… there’s nothing left.

So they hesitate. Resist. Return.

That’s not weakness. That’s a portrait of someone learning to be real.

A story about what it means to borrow a soul when yours has forgotten how to speak.