#I don't really want to go back and fix things if something bothers me (and it's basically too late if already posted in tumblr)

[whydoyouquitworkingonme]

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[blackwhitez]

How about enha reaction to you and another member play fighting and the other members ends on top of you , so your position seems really spicy and inappropriate and they get jealous

wait... I like this. It’s delicious enough to get them worked up, but there's nothing deliberate about it to really make them mad. but some of them would still get mad...

let's say the play fight started because you took a funny pic of the member that's your friend, and they want you to delete it.

18+ MDI ⓘ cw: jealousy (of course), manhandling, fingering, angry sex (not violent), humiliation, restraint, oral (m), intentional voyeur baiting (light)

heeseung

he has been watching you both for a while. in fact, he didn't like it. the bickering and fight, from the beginning but stayed quiet. it wasn’t bugging him that much, just the fact your attention was on someone else. like a small inconvenience he didn't bother to fix. so he was quietly between checking his phone and looking up at you two until it happened—jay was practically on top of you.

his eyes changed, deep and heavy, and the corner of his mouth dropped. “hey… cut it out.” his words were short, but the effect it had on you and jay was palpable. jay immediately froze the moment he heard heeseung's demanding voice and backed off. gulping so hard as he took in the situation. but heeseung… he was still mad. upset. furious with you and how you easily let your guard down. right in front of him, too? oh you were in trouble.

the rest of the night goes normally with you by his side, but not really as normal. his hand never leaves you—touching your hand, grabbing your waist, marvelling your thigh under a blanket, then squeezing the inner side of it making your breath catch. he's enjoying your reactions. but you can tell the anger haven't left him, it's intensifying by the second. later that night, he says he's taking you home.

but he didn't leave when he dropped you off. tells you to go ahead and unlock your door. when you do, he's in with you as you both take your shoes off. once that's done, he grabs your wrist and drags you to your bedroom. “heeseung!” you don't know why you're surprised even though you knew what was going to happen from the moment he said he's taking you home.

it takes long to get that anger out of him, which happens in multiple rounds where you're bent into several positions, some you never explored or even thought of! you're on your side, grabbing the sheets for dear life as he's on his knees, holding your knee up and pushing relentlessly into you. his other hand planted on the bed, his sweaty body hovering over you. “know your place, y/n. you belong to me.”

jay

he was smiling to himself as he watched you two, he really didn't think much of it, at first. when all of a sudden, sunghoon was on top of you… trying to reach for the phone over your head, far away he was stretched all over you as if he's reaching for the stars while you both giggle.

jay observed the situation—clenching his jaw, smile wiped out. when sunghoon still haven't moved off of you, he got up and “playfully” removed him by himself. "chill" jay half laughing half warning, as he pats sunghoon on his shoulder. in which sunghoon immediately understands, he did something wrong. jay doesn't want to seem too serious about the whole thing, but at the same time, he wants to set some boundaries.

he grabs you and goes sitting, putting you on his lap, hugging your waist protectively. never blaming you for what just happened. just tucks your hair and kisses your cheek and the corner of your mouth to remind you who you belong to.

but the next time you're two alone? he's fucking you harder than he ever did before and you wonder what got to him. it feels amazing, like he's fucking any stress left in you both out of your systems. it's so filthy and hot.

in missionary, he usually likes to be in your arms and whisper sweet things to your ears. all the affirmations you never bothered to remind yourself of, he did. but now, he's watching. he wants to see you unravel before him.

legs over his strong shoulders —his workouts are paying off. and you do tell him about it, completely smitten by how hot he looks right now. but it comes out in incoherent blabs you make him laugh. “yeah? tell me more.”

you're seeing stars everytime his strong hips are pounding onto you, it's overwhelmingly hot. the next morning, you're a complete wreck. out of business for the next few days.

jake

he wasn't paying attention at all, watching the others play fifa. until you and sunoo were too loud and out of nowhere tangled with each other. he acts in seconds, pulling sunoo away and throwing him to the side. —no sunoo was harmed in the process— jake is a jealous jealous guy. this act is not new to you at all! he always assures you that he's not but once it's in front of him he doesn't hold back.

later that same night when you're all have calmed and the moment was forgotten. he kisses you gently at first, cupping your face. not caring if anyone's watching. his kiss is dripping “mine, mine, mine..” and starts blatantly making out there, you're kind of taken aback. sure, he always kisses you while others are around. it's not a surprise. but the way he deepens it into a makeout only happens when you know you're having a long long night.

so when he can't take it anymore, he shamelessly takes you to the nearest bedroom with everyone's eyes following you both. you burn red at how your friends are aware of what's going down, but you don’t say anything to jake. actually, you're excited.

he's not the "I'll punish you" type. he's the "I'll make love with you until the both of us melt into one." but you could tell, the jealousy really got to him this time by the way he's unintentionally squeezing your waist, by the little pauses where he's just hugging you gently rocking into you.

"baby... did that really upset you?" you smooth his long locks to his ear. "mhmm." he responds after a while, still in your arms. you can't help but smile, "you know we were just playing around, right?" he finally looks at you, he looks like a sad puppy it makes your heart clench. "I know... I just don't like it."

"okay. I promise that won't happen again." you try your best to shift the position to be on top of him and make him lie on his back. without wasting time with useless words, you slowly slide down his body to the rise in his pants. it's your time to make him feel better.

your mouth wraps around him and tongue moves in a rhythm that has him grabbing the sheets and trying his best to not thrust his hips to your face. his little wails and the chocking sounds of your throat fills the room. when he cums, you let it paint your tongue and make him watch.

sunghoon

he's seething, seeing jungwon giggling on top of you like that. eyebrows twitching, jaw clenching. his silence is loud, he's thinking of how he can go about this. looking away, he clears his throat and impatiently taps his phone on the table. small sounds, but loud enough for you to hear it. jungwon did not. he's still hovering over you trying to lock your wrists together so he gets the phone from you.

“fine, fine. take it!” jungwon is not that clueless. he does catch the waver of your expressions and how your eyes changed. he pauses for a second and shrugs it off. keeps it cool while he grabs your phone to delete the picture. you just let him. you look at sunghoon, and he's staring right at you. cold chills run down your spine. he's so so unhappy with you.

later that night—in which sunghoon was incredibly detached and you were just counting your seconds—you're walking to the bathroom when you notice sunghoon is right behind you. you barely say anything before he's leading you inside. still not manhandling you, still holding back some built up anger. “wanna tell me what that was?” he didn't even had to explain, you just knew. 

sunghoon bites when he's pissed, that's something you just find out now. he's usually careful with his teeth but now your lower lip is burning. he started kissing you before you could say much. he tugs at your lip, staring at you and it makes your stomach do a three-sixty. you rarely see him this mad, but this is the hottest you felt about it.

without a warning, his cold fingers slip past your panties waistband. "already wet? you like seeing me like this?" god you're embarrassed. "sunghoon..." his fingers are too perfectly still, against your core. he never moved them actually. "ride it, get yourself off."

there's a flush of humiliation that paints your cheeks, but you can't help yourself. you move your hips against his long fingers, until the tip of it go past the slit. you hum softly, hugging his shoulders. he just watches you in amusement, forehead to yours.

you set a pace, getting deeper until it's hitting the spot you want. you shake, coming with your face still in huffs and puffs against his. he smiles. withdrawing his hand like nothing. "good job, baby." he pats your hair with his other hand, "you did well" then goes washing his hands, and leaves. meanwhile you're hot and dizzy, and wanting more.

sunoo (ft. niki?)

at first, he was just scared niki would accidently hurt you with his aggressive play fight. but something about him being all over you and making you laugh that hearty laugh he loves to hear makes his body tense. so he grabs the phone himself. “cut it out, why are you throwing yourself on my girlfriend dude.”

“my bad” niki says, but there's a teasing grin on his face seeing sunoo worked up like this. "what? we can't breath around her now?" sunoo just sighs. "okay, okay." niki really gets up now and sits somewhere else, letting sunoo take that space next to you.

watching him, you notice the tension on his brow, so you kiss it. a gentle kiss on his forehead, "calm down, baby. you know him... he likes to get you angry." he hugs you, like he's telling you that you don't have to be bothered about it either. "I know."

he rubs your back soothingly, but the words he whisper to your ear is something else. something more charged, a lot more different than how he's carrying himself right now. "I kinda wanna pin you here to the couch and really show him how much you want me."

you think your heart stopped for a second, because your brain can't comprehend anything after that sentiment. he sees how you just froze and your brain short-circuit and it makes him giggle. not his soft one but the slightly darker one with deepr intentions.

when niki goes to the bathroom, you're surprised that sunoo really meant his words. it wasn’t an empty promise. he holds your hands and starts kissing you almost aggressively—when usually he likes to build up the tension, but now he's running out of time. and you thought he'd stop there.

a hand dips inside your panties and it makes you jolt a little, "sunoo!" niki can get back any moment, there’s no way he's really going all the way. sunoo doesn't respond to you, only makes you try your best to hold your sighs and whines.

when niki gets back, his steps halts. he thought you were just making out but when he got closer, there was so much more—sunoo's hand disappearing inside your pants fingering you with technique, his other hand holding your wrists over your head, while his hot lips mouthing along your neck. you see niki, but there's nothing you could do but moan and writh under your boyfriend.

jungwon

he doesn't act at the moment, even though jake's hands are all over you and you're both laughing so loud. it's not that it doesn't get to him. it does, so bad. but... it's that he's unsure if his feelings are valid. if he's being too emotional at the moment and needs time for clarity. so, he just tells you to give jake the phone.

you and jake know how much jungwon did not like that even though he tried to mask his tone with a playful one. jake sits back on the couch but still argues with you over the phone. just like that you all move on. and you thought it was over.

your boyfriend keeps it to himself but when you're having sex. you're surprised there's teeth—he never used his teeth before—gnawing on your shoulder. before that, he was kissing you breathless your lips burn, teeth grazing your neck then bite on it. something about him has been off for a while. so, you pause. "hey..."

when you look at him, there's something unsaid behind his eyes. there is desire, need, but also conflict. "wanna talk about something?" he looks kind of surprised you actually did notice he was fighting something deep inside his head—he didn't notice his own actions himself, he thought he was just loving you as usual.

"sorry." he heavy sighs, and cups your cheek with his thumb stroking. "I don't know what got through me. I think I'm just jealous, but I never felt this way for someone before. not this strong that I'm... kind of mad. " you smile, half glad that he finally got his feelings out and half blushing over his sentiment.

"now I know, I'll make sure to be more careful next time. okay?" you tell him, but he shakes his head. "just be you. I don't want you walking on eggshells." he dips down to your neck again, hot breaths sends chills through your body. "I'll just love you harder. leave marks for everyone to see."

you gulp, it's rare that you see this possessive side of your boyfriend. one that's more scandalous when he's usually the tidy and put together person. he kisses your neck with fervor. he doesn't bite this time, but when he sucks in your skin it's hard your body arch into him.

he meant his words. he makes it his mission to mark you everywhere.

ni-ki

he practically throws himself between you and heeseung by hugging you. he saw it a mile away, the way you and heeseung have been bickering over the damned picture and the way heeseung was leaning on to you too much for his liking.

you're kind of shocked how he came out of nowhere. but his adorable possessiveness never ceases to make you blush. what you didn't know is that this time it wasn't just cute.

"okay, we get it. she's all yours." heeseung laughs and shakes his head, "y/n. not forgetting about it, delete that pic." you barely can hear or see anything when niki is all over you hugging and kissing your face. he is a shameless lover, and though he surprises you sometimes you low-key enjoy it.

"who's girl the hell you think you are?" he says, after finally pausing for a moment. before you could speak, he cuts you. "that wouldn't do it" and you're suddenly being lifted like a sand bag.

"niki! what the fuck!" he takes you to his bedroom, not caring that heeseung and jake are laughing and snickering at you two. you're laid on his duvet, your world still spinning as he's hovering over you. "you know how I don't like it when you get too close with others like that..." he says, hands trailing down your arm and holding your wrists over your head. "and yet, you do it again?"

heart throbbing so loud in your chest, you never predict his next move it makes you both anxious and hot. he holds down your wrists with one hand the other trail down along your body. it passes your neck, chest, belly, and stops at your core. he looks at you for a moment, like he just figured how to punish you.

his hand dips inside and you gasp. fingers work slow, menacingly slow and for a while, you start writhing beneath your boyfriend. "niki... niki... please." your hips rock against him, desperate for more. "stop moving, or I'll stop." you still, feeling like you want to cry for more. but to your surprise, his fingers go in. they move relentlessly and keep hitting the spot.

you fight every fiber of your body not to move too much. all you can do is arch, and move your legs your toes curling on the duvet. "oh my god!" you exhale, and heat up with niki's eyes watching you closely. a slight smirk tugging his mouth. god, how you want him to kiss you again. as you think of it, your high hits you out of nowhere.

[dead-flight]

A NEIGHBOURLY WELCOME.

⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . dead-flight .ᐟ masterlist

Your new neighbour is cute. Wonder how big his-- nevermind. Or maybe?

TAGS: simon riley x reader, smut, sir? kink?, mild overstim?, size difference, creampie + multiple orgasms (r)

simon was not the type to enjoy moving about. in fact, simon hated it. hated how moving required picking up what life he'd established, even if it were small. he didn't understand how people could pack their lives up and ship across the country just like that.

'til he did. wasn't really a must, but he wanted to downsize. needed something a little smaller than what he had. it's not like he spent all his time there anyways--he was usually on base, and taking care of a bigger apartment was asking too much.

so he packed up, moved a few blocks away, holed up in a little apartment building. the day he moved in, carrying just a few boxes (he didn't have much to begin with), he couldn't help but notice the person right beside his door.

cute. you were wide-eyed and cute. stared at him across the hallway before sheepishly asking him if he minded moving out of your way so you could get to your apartment. lo and behold, you opened the door beside his and slipped in.

simon didn't give it much thought, to be honest. didn't really care how cute you were. he wasn't the type to want anyone, let alone a little girl. he doubted you could defend yourself if you joined a fistfight with a gun.

but you thought differently. walked past his apartment extra times a day, hoping you'd catch him on the way out so you could get a better look at his biceps, or the scar on his cheek, dragging down to his lip.

you lengthened your grocery lists, made sure the bags were a tiny bit too heavy, just in case you might see him in the parking lot and ask him for help.

you knocked on his door in the afternoon, shyly looking up at him with those big doe eyes, biting your lip and asking him, "um, sir, do you mind helping? my sink is leaking... and i just don't want to... bother anyone else."

simon was pissed, the first time he had met you. he always heard some kind of excited prattling from through the thin walls, as you excitedly rambled to a friend. you just talked, and talked, and talked--simon's head was going to fall off.

so maybe, if it shut you up, he'd entertain your silly little requests.

when you asked him how to fix your sink, so cutely, how could he say no?

so here he was, under your sink, on his back, his shirt under his head as he'd taken it off. (maybe you'd increased the AC in your room, hoping he'd take his shirt off. sneaky little thing.)

you sat on the counter, uncaring about what he was saying about your sink, hooked on the slight rasp of his voice and the way his abs flexed as he tightened your pipes.

then simon was done, and you grabbed his arm as he sat up, picking up his shirt. "sir? can i pay you? um... don't have much money on me to give you, but i could give you something else."

and fuck him, you were so needy. felt your hand on his arm tighten every time he moved as if to leave. simon knew he was falling straight into a trap, and if he was being honest, he's not sure he minded. he sighs, the crease between his brows deepening. "'yer alright, luv. ain't gonna ask y'for anythin'."

you pouted. like a sad, kicked pup. pouted at him. "please? stay a bit, let me... um. i can make you something to eat. cookies? i make really good cookies."

simon was really good at dodging negotiation tactics. really good at surviving the harshest forms of torture. but he hadn't been trained to dodge the torture suddenly straining in his pants as he took you in, pretty pink frills on your skirt, your thighs which dissapeared under the fabric. so he stayed, sat there whilst you busied about the kitchen, whipping together some cookies.

when they were done, you presented them to him, real giddy, jumping on your heels. "here, try one."

before he could reach for one, you sat yourself in his lap, right on top of him, offering the cookie to his lips. simon grunts, his hand instinctively moving to grip your hip. "watch y'rself, luv. don' wanna start somethin' you ain't gonna finish."

shame, that you were so confident, really. maybe then you wouldn't have ended up grinding on his lap like a bitch in heat. maybe then he wouldn't have bent you right over the counter, pushing your pretty skirt up to leer at the sopping wet patch of underwear over your cunt. "mh, she's real pretty, eh, luv?"

you were so confident up until you came on his fingers. simon didn't even give you a second to think, his fingers pressing deeper, squishing against your gummy walls. "c'mere, darlin', jus' wanna have some more."

and in one smooth stroke of his cock, after a second orgasm, the rest of your confidence dissapeared. the stretch burned, like he was splitting you in half, god, he was too fucking big. "s-sir, sir, it's too big..."

"hush, take it," he grunts, practically folding you over, his hips forcing against yours, his hand on your jaw. his thumb rubs over the corner of your mouth, swiping up the drool that slips from your mouth.

poor thing. you shouldn't have poked the bear, but you just couldn't help it, could you? craved the way his cock filled you up so good. he was going to ruin you for everyone else.

"you... you on the pill, darling?" he grunts out into your ear, heavy breaths puffing against your skin.

"ah, fffuck... yes, please. please, sir, want you..." you're cut off by a desperate moan as he thrusts into you heavily, his bodyweight pressing against you. the chain around his neck, dog tags, press into the skin on your back, branding against your skin, leaving a little red mark, pressing his name into you.

when he comes inside you, he huffs, rubbing your clit gently as he pulls out, softening cock resting against your thigh. "good fuckin' girl."

safe to say, you may just have to poke the bear a little bit more.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Such a Good Boy, Knows How to Please

Billy Hargrove x Hopper!fem!reader

You convince yourself that you hate Billy, but after having nothing but dirty thoughts about him, you give him a proposition.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) mention of vomit/throwing up

This series is being discontinued but you are still more than welcome to keep reading!

part two part three

The summer sun beats down on the pool that's filled with people swimming, splashing, and just generally just trying to soak up the last few days of summer before school starts again. It's so hot that you can feel your flesh burning underneath your many layers of sunscreen. You're there because you know you're really going to miss the pool when you go back to college next week.

Most of the other women, though, they're just there for him. Every day, you watch them fix themselves, touching up their hair and pulling down the tops of their swimsuits to show off their cleavage. And he eats out of the palm of their hands, always making conversation, pulling down his sunglasses as he not so subtly flirts with them.

You seem to be the only one who's not on the receiving end of the flirting and you're starting to think that maybe it's because he knows who your dad is. It would make sense that he wouldn't want to involved with the daughter of the chief of police. And it's not like you care, anyway. You've always hated Billy.

You honestly just don't get the hype, why pretty much every woman in Hawkins is throwing themselves at him. Why wives and mothers are willing to ruin their marriages for that pig. Sure, you can admit that he's hot, but any admiration you might have always goes out the window anytime he opens his mouth.

He just says those dirty things for shock value and you have no idea why anyone ever believes him. You're sure that he just has a notebook filled with lines that he uses instead of speaking from his heart. That's not his thing because all he cares about is getting women into bed and as soon as he's done with them, he kicks them to the curb. It's nothing you haven't seen before.

Billy exits the back room to start his shift and you roll your eyes, adjusting your sunglasses on your face as you collect your things to leave. You can't take another minute of watching everyone fawn all over him. And besides, you really think you need to be in some AC.

You're leaving just as Billy is passing your lounge chair and just when you think he's going to head to his chair, he stops right in front of you, preventing you from leaving. His arms are crossed over his chest and he's got that shit-eating grin on his face, the one that always means that he's up to no good.

"Where ya goin', Hopper?" He asks and you pull your sunglasses down to show him just how unimpressed you are with him.

"Home, not that it isn't any of your business." Billy knows that you don't like him, but he just loves pisses you off. You're so hot when you're angry and the fact that it's aimed towards him makes it even more so.

"Aww, you can't play with me for a little longer?" He pouts and you just scoff. How do people actually fall for this shit? "I just got here."

"Afraid not," you shrug. Usually being short with people is a deterrent, but not with Billy. It only eggs him on. But you can't be bothered with making conversation with him.

"Our sisters are friends, why can't we be?" If Billy were a nice guy, you probably would have been friends with him, but he's not and the kind of friends he wants to be doesn't interest you.

"Because you don't have friends, Billy. And I really don't want to be whatever you do have so if you'll excuse me." You push past him and he watches you hurry towards the gate where you exit before disappearing from his view.

Once you're gone, he turns to head to his chair, but the sun reflects off something out of the corner of his eye. He heads over to the lounge chair where you had been lying and notices a book there. Billy picks it up and pulls down his sunglasses to get a better look at it. There's a man and woman on the cover. They're embracing and he's got his lips on her neck as she arches her back. He never would have expected you to read this kind of thing, but he supposes he doesn't know you very well.

He sticks the small book into the pocket of his swim trunks then makes the rounds of flirting with all of the MILFs before heading to his chair, pulling the book out once he's settled.

He flips to the first page and his eyes widen at how graphic it all is. It's not something he normally reads (he doesn't actually read at all) but he has to admit that he's intrigued. So much so that he does nothing but read until it's time for his break.

He's already halfway through when his shift is over and he makes sure to hide it in his bag so nobody can see it. Can't have people thinking he reads and especially not something like that. That would be too fucking embarrassing to actually admit it.

He hurries to his car to make sure no one will talk to him and is quick to peel out of the parking lot, driving faster than he definitely should have, but everyone is used to it by now. Well, they should be.

You arrive home just in time to make dinner. you head to El's room to tell her that you're back from the pool only to find her and Max on the floor, giggling while reading magazines. You're surprised to find someone who's not Mike, but you love that she actually has friend who's a girl. She definitely needs more female presences in her life and having one who's actually her age makes you nothing but happy for her.

"Oh, hello," you greet, still caught off guard by your guests.

"Hi," El responds, then gestures to the re4d head to the right of her. "This is Max. She's sleeping over."

"Did dad say this was okay?" You ask, suddenly taking on your older sister role as you put your hands on your hips.

"Yep," she nods, and you glare at her, staring into her eyes because you know how terrible of liar she is and she always cracks if you lean into her just a bit. Once you decide she's telling the truth, you ease up and go back to being her friend again.

You had met Max briefly over the years with giving El rides different places and such, but you've never actually been able to have a full-on conversation with her. Now you think you might have a chance. She actually seems normal compared to her gross step-brother.

"Hi," Max gives you a little wave.

"I'm y/n," you introduce yourself with a smile. "Well, dinner's ready if you guys are ready to eat." You leave the door open then head back towards the table.

The girls follow you and the three of you sit at the table, chewing on your waffles between conversation and your heart warms at hearing your sisters laughs. Just from what you've seen, you really like Max and the influence she has on El. That she's letting her be her own person which you've been so hard to do ever since she became your sister.

You really hope this friendship lasts, really hoping that doesn't mean that you have to talk to Billy. But anything for El. If her having a friend that actually cares about her interests means you have to actually speak to Billy Hargrove, then so be it.

After dinner, the three of you gather around the tv and watch some cartoons. The girls are giggling about something while whispering to each other and you hate that you're suddenly feeling left out, jealous. El would often call you her best friend and now you're just her older sister.

There's a knock on the door and you're grateful for something to distract you from your silly feelings. You excuse yourself and hurry to answer the door, not even thinking about who could be on the other side. You step back as Billy Hargrove comes into view. You're sure that this is all just a very vivid nightmare and hate that this man keeps taking over your thoughts. It isn't fair. It's your mind so you should have a say in what goes on in it, right?

You can't help but let your eyes rake over his body, taking in his very cropped tank top and very very short cut offs that have you feeling dizzy. How fucking dare he look so good when you're trying so hard to hate him?

"Hopper," he says with a smile and you feel gross that you actually like the way his last name sounds coming out of his mouth.

"Hargrove," you mutter, wanting him to get on with whatever he's going to say so he'll leave your property. You keep blinking and he's not going away. You even go as far pinching yourself just to be sure that this is real life.

"It's not a dream," he winks. "I'm actually here. I'm sure you've imagined this a lot, haven't you?"

"Not even once," you grimace at the thought. "Now what do you want? I'm kind of busy."

"Yeah, doing what? Getting off to the thought of me?" He's got on his signature smug smirk and you just so desperately want to smack him, but decide against it because you're sure that he would like it.

"Not even close. Now tell me what you're doing here before I grab my dad's shotgun." You're getting even more angry and Billy's feeling himself getting hard. He almost wants to say something even worse so you'll yell at him. That always makes him so fucking hard.

The girls are now off the couch, making their way to stand on either side of you, feeling the need to protect you from whoever you're threatening to shoot.

"What are you doing here?" Max asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, Maxine," he smiles, reaching into the back pocket of his shorts, pulling out the book that you left at the pool, so close to asking if you have another one he can borrow because now he's obsessed.

You snatch the book out of his hands and quickly flipping through the pages because there's no telling what he's done to it. Billy just stands there, amused by whatever you're doing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What are you doing there, Hopper?" He asks, trying his best to bite back a laugh.

"Making sure none of the pages are stuck together," you glare and hand the book to El once you've flipping through every page. Max giggles at your joke but El just stares at you in confusion. You then step out on the porch and give Billy a shove, which catches him off guard.

"Now get lost, Hargrove," you glare and he knows he's got to get out of there before you see his hard on. He turns on his heel and descends the stairs and you definitely do not check out his ass as he heads to his car.

Once he's speeding away, you slam the door and swipe the book from El's hands, storming off to your room, letting your anger the best of you. The girls invite themselves inside and the three of you sit on your bed, the two of them waiting for you to tell the story of why you hate Billy so much. Too bad there isn't one.

"I fucking hate your brother," you tell Max and she just laughs because it's very obvious just by the way you speak to him.

"Join the club," she sighs. "Did he-did he do something to you?" She asks, suddenly concerned about your wellbeing.

"No," you shake your head. "He's just a pig but what else is new?"

"So you haven't-" she doesn't even need to finish her sentence and you don't want her to because you're grimacing now, images of Billy on top of your naked body pounding into you flash across your mind and you're concerned that your waffles aren't climbing up your throat. That you maybe, kind of actually like what you're seeing?

"No," you reply quickly, shaking your head. "I mean, c'mon, Max. And no offense, but I don't want to be discussing my sex life with a couple of thirteen year olds."

"Fair enough," Max nods.

"Do you like him?" El asks and you turn to her, confused by her question. Did she not see how you were talking to him? That's not how you treat people you like.

"Yeah, do you?" Max asks, genuinely curious. "It's okay if you do. A lot of girls do."

"Absolutely not."

"But you were checking out his ass," Max points out and you hadn't realized you were that obvious about it.

"He has a nice ass, sue me. Alright, let's put it this way since you guys don't seem to understand. If Billy were on fire and I had a glass of water, I'd drink it."

"Noted. So who do you like?"

"Nobody," you reply, which is true. "I mean, I used to have a huge crush on Steve Harrington in high school, but there hasn't been anyone since."

"Steve's your best friend," El tells you, almost as if she's confused.

"Right," you nod. "But I don't have feelings for him anymore." and you don't. The two of you kissed once at a party and it was too weird so you just went back to being friends.

"Well, he's a lot better than Billy," Max points out. He's actually a guy that Hopper would approve of. Steve's the kind of guy you can take to meet your parents and Billy's the kind of guy who you sneak in through your window."

You really wish you were with Steve because maybe then you wouldn't still be thinking about Billy and his slutty outfit. Well, maybe you'd be thinking about it, but then you could just go and to Steve's where he'd fuck you until you forgot Billy's name.

"No offense, but I don't need my little sister and her friend setting me up. I can get a date by myself, thank you very much." It's not that El doesn't believe you, but she hasn't seen you go on a single date since she's known you. You've always been independent, but she can see that you're lonely, that you crave companionship like she has with Mike.

She doesn't know what you do when you're away at school, but she hopes that if you did have a boyfriend that you'd tell her about it. The two of you are close, you share everything with each other, so she really hopes that there's nothing that you're keeping from her.

"I just want you to be happy," she says, grabbing hold of your hand.

"I am happy," you reply, giving her hand a squeeze. "I've got you and dad and that's all I need. I don't need some stupid boy getting in my way."

Max watches the two of you with admiration. She loves that Eleven has you in her life, that she has you to guide her through life. It really makes her wish that she had a sister of her own and not her stupid brother who doesn't even seem to care about her in any way, shape, or form. Sure, she has her mom who she wouldn't trade for anything, but it's not the same.

You notice her looking at you and you hold out her hand for her to take. She's hesitant, but she eventually takes your hand and you give hers a squeeze with a warm smile.

"You're one of us now," you tell her and she decides that's exactly what she wants to be, finally feeling she's apart of a family.

You can't sleep. You're tossing and turning, constantly seeing the minutes pass by on the clock on your nightstand. You look over on the floor where the girls are sleeping in their sleeping bags because they insisted on staying the night in your room.

You can't seem to get the image of those damn shorts Billy was wearing out of your head and you really wished you had pulled him inside and had your way with him when you had the chance. You're convinced that he did it on purpose, offering up his best asset up on a platter and you almost took the bait.

If you had the option do it over, you would have pegged him the way that you were convinced that he was silently begging for. Why else would he have worn such short shorts for?

Or maybe you're just overthinking it. You have to be delusional because why the fuck would he have worn those for you? He should know that you wouldn't fuck him if he were the last man on earth, but do you kind of want to now?

Why do you suddenly want to see what the hype is about? You want to know if his dick is really as big as they say, to know if he's as good in bed as you've heard he is. You're just curious, you try to convince yourself. You're actually just wanting to see if they're right. If you'd like it. You're not attracted to him, no fucking way. This would purely be for research purposes.

You spend the rest of the night thinking about nothing but stupid Billy and his stupid great ass. You think about the two of you in all sorts of positions as you beg and plead for him to do more, to go harder, faster, and he listens, nothing but dirty words falling from his pretty lips as he pins you down to the counter in your kitchen. He's pressing your face into the countertop, thrusting in and out of your ass as one of his hands kneads your tit, making you moan so loud, but he's got your underwear stuffed into your mouth because he doesn't want you waking anyone up.

You wake up in disappointment, your dream so vivid that it almost felt real. You can't believe that you had sex dream about Billy of all people. and you liked it. How the fuck is it that just seeing him in those stupid shorts somehow rewired your brain and made you actually interested in him? You're pretty sure that you've actually gone mad.

You sit up in your bed and notice that the once occupied sleeping bags in the floor are now empty. You then look and see that it's already eleven in the morning. Even during the summer this is the latest you've slept in. You try to shake your thought from the night before and head out of your room to see your dad, El, and Max at the table, eating what looks like breakfast from McDonald's.

"Hey, sleepy head," Your dad greets you with a smile, pulling out the chair next to him that he's saved for you. You plop down and he shoves the bag over to you and upon opening it, you realize that it's your usual order.

"Sleep well?" He asks, reaching over to ruffle your hair and you slap his hand away. "Somebody's grumpy," he laughs then goes back to his biscuit.

"No, I didn't sleep well because somebody was snoring," you glare at El. It's not a total lie since she was snoring loudly, but you can't exactly tell your father of all people that you were thinking about Billy Hargrove in an inappropriate manner. In fact, you can't tell anyone at this table so you're just going to take it to the grave.

You're surprisingly quiet during the rest of breakfast and as soon as Jim and El leave to take Max home, you race to your room and grab your phone, feverishly dialing the number you know by heart as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You feel like your going to throw up as it rings for what feels like forever. You never call Steve about boy problems, but now you feel like you have to, to get confirmation that you're not actually going crazy. Steve is the person you feel like you can go to for anything, so why are you so nervous to tell him that you might be interested in Billy?

Maybe it's because you know he'll be grossed out or maybe it's because you're afraid he'll be jealous even though it's very clear that he's not even remotely interested in you romantically.

"Hello?" The familiar voice rings through the phone.

"Steve, hey," you greet. "Do you have time to talk?"

"Yeah, of course. What's up?" So you tell him everything and he listens like the great friend he is, only offering his opinion when he's asked for it. And that's why you always like talking to him. Because he genuinely listens and offers good advice and never judges you for what you have to say.

"You know how I said you can tell me anything?" He asks as soon as you finish speaking.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I changed my mind." Well, so much for him not judging you.

"I spared you the details."

"And thank god for that. So what exactly is the reason you're telling me all of this?"

"Because I want to know if I'm totally crazy for wanting to go for it."

"Why should my opinion matter? If you want to fuck Billy, y/n, then fuck Billy. What do I care?" He genuinely doesn't care about your sex life and just wants to do what you want to do. He doesn't know why you're asking his permission to fuck Billy Hargrove.

"So I'm not crazy?" You're feeling even more nervous even though calling Steve was supposed to calm you down.

"Look, I'm not blind. The guy's hot, alright? And I think if you want go for it, you should."

"Thanks Steve."

"Anytime. And if you do go for it, please, please spare me the details."

"Will do," you nod even though he can't see you then hang up. You then hurry out of the room and head out to your car, preparing to head to the pool where you know Billy will be. If you're going to make this proposition, you want to do it face to face.

Billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you since he showed up at your house yesterday. Seeing you in that large t-shirt made his brain short circuit, immediately wondering what you've got going on under it.

He wants you so bad and the fact that you don’t want anything to do with him makes his want even stronger. He sees it as a challenge. He thinks needs to flirt with you just a little more to get you to crack. He saw the way you were checking him out and now he’s thinking of cutting the shorts even shorter to give you a little taste of what you seem to want so badly.

He ended up buying another “bodice ripper” as he found out the novels are called at the book store and he just can’t fucking put it down. He’s even more interested in the story now since he’s cast you and him as the leads.

Sebastian has got his hand up Juliette’s dress and Billy’s just imagining what it would be like to get his fingers inside you. He’d tease you about how wet you are then got to town, fucking you with his fingers, making you come over and over, until you’re begging for his massive cock.

He’s thinking about you so much that he swears that he sees you out of the corner of his eye, making your way over to him in a hurry. God, he’s really got to stop thinking with his dick.

But you’re calling his name, so it must be real, right? He looks down and from this angle, he’s got the perfect view of your cleavage. He’s so distracted by it that he’s not even paying attention to what you’re saying. He sees your lips moving-god, your lips. He doesn’t usually kiss during sex, but he suddenly wants to kiss you stupid. He wants to kiss you while he grinds against you, making you beg for his-

“Billy?” You ask and he finally snaps out of his dirty fantasy, his eyes snapping up to your face.

“Hm?”

“Can we talk for a second?” Is that code for you wanting to hook up? Whatever you want, he’s in. He climbs down the ladder then comes to meet you face to face.

“What is it, doll?” He asks, his voice so smug because he’s finally able to read you like a book. You’re nervous, guard completely down and he’s loving that he’s finally gotten through to you.

“Can we talk…in private?” You’re picking at the skin around your thumb nail and he’s wondering why you just won’t just come right out and ask him. Yeah, you definitely want his cock.

He blows his whistle and you cover your ears as checks his watch. It’s time for his break anyway so he calls for an adult swim before grabbing you by the hand and taking you into the locker room. This isn’t the first hookup he’s had during his break and it definitely won’t be the last.

He’s not going to give in right away, though. He wants you to beg. He wants you to be whining for him before he even lays a hand on you. He’s certain that he’s so powerful that he could make you come just with his words. And that’s exactly what he intends to do.

“So you finally want me to fuck you, huh, doll?” He asks as he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, removing one from the pack, then lighting up.

Normally, you find smoking to be disgusting, but when Billy does it, he’s so fucking hot that it’s unfair. The way he puts it between his lips-god, his pretty pink lips-and blows the smoke out like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

You don’t admit it like you were intending, you just take his hand and a pen from your purse before scribbling down an address then fleeing the locker room. He looks down at your pretty, neat handwriting and realizes that he recognizes the address. It’s the Motel 6 on Cornwallis where he was supposed to meet Karen Wheeler before she bailed.

He smiles to himself as he’s finally gotten another one then spends the rest of his break thinking about all the ways he’s going to make an absolute mess of you.

Billy is already at the motel when you get there. He’s leaning against the fence of the pool, with his back facing you, smoking yet another cigarette. He’s wearing the same outfit from when he showed up at your house, but this time, the shorts are even shorter. So short, in fact, that his ass is hanging out. God, what you would give to give it a squeeze. To use it as your personal stress ball as he fucks you. What you would give to give it a much needed spanking.

You approach him and pluck the cigarette from his lips, putting it between your own and taking a drag, only to cough immediately.

“Jesus, take it easy, Hopper,” he says as he takes the cigarette back from you.

You’re still coughing and Billy doesn’t know why he’s so worried, lightly patting your back to help you out, suddenly wishing he had some sort of beverage to make it all go away. He doesn't know when his hands started rubbing smooth circles along your back, but you’re stepping closer to him, feeling much more brave than he is. 

“I’m good, I’m good,” you tell him. “Sorry.” 

“Why are you apologizing?” You actually don’t know why, but feel like you should.

“I don’t know. Now c’mon,” you lift the latch of the gate that leads to the pool and open it slowly before taking Billy by the hand, leading him through the gate. His fingers are rough but somehow soft and you can’t wait to have them roaming all over your body. 

The lights that are lining the inside of the pool somehow make the dingy coloring even more so, but the heat of the night is making it look inviting despite how gross it looks. You just want to dive right in and take a swim. You don’t care if it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in years, you just need to feel the cool water against your skin. 

So, you begin to strip. It’s not by any means sexy like you wanted it to be as you’re just desperate to just get out of your clothes. And Billy doesn’t even seem to be phased by this, just checking you out as you pull off your shirt and shorts so you’re just left in your bra and panties. He barely even gets the chance to look at your body before diving into the water, just staring at you, confused as your head pops up from the water. 

Apparently Billy didn’t get the swimming memo since he’s still standing there, fully clothed. So, he’s quick to get down to his underwear and follow you, diving into the water, probably (definitely) not looking nearly as graceful as you. 

“Never pegged you for a bad girl Hopper,” he says as he surfaces, pushing his hair out of his face. You’re over by the shallow end, sitting on one of the steps, running your fingers through your hair, trying to get the knots out. 

“That just goes to show how little you know about me, Hargrove,” you reply as he sits next to you. The lights in the pool usually make people look not so great, but you look absolutely beautiful in the blue-green hue. He really wishes he had a camera so he could capture this moment, you looking at him with that sweet smile. 

You scoot closer to him, so that your bare thighs are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck, twirling a piece of his hair around your pointer finger. Your face is inching your face towards his. His hands wrap around his waist as his lips find yours in a gentle kiss. Billy doesn’t think he’s ever been this gentle with a woman, and just as he’s starting to enjoy it, you kick it up a notch, tilting your head to the side as your tongue slides into his mouth. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long and it feels so good. 

Your lips are soft and you taste sweet, but he can’t quite make out what it is. He could do just this for hours and be satisfied. He doesn’t why he always denies this part of sex, but he thinks he’s just enjoying it because it’s you. He lets out a moan as you tug on his hair, now straddling his lap. 

“Fuck,” he whines into your mouth as your fingers wind into his hair, giving it a tug at his scalp as you bite down on his bottom lip. You’re now grinding against him and his nails dig into your hips, his head falling backwards, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his neck. 

They start out soft and gentle, but then you’re using your tongue, licking and sucking on his skin, driving him absolutely crazy. He’s hard beyond belief and he swears he’s going to come right there just because of what you’re doing with your mouth, your wonderful talented mouth. 

He’s seeing stars, whining and moaning as you work on his neck, giving him a hickey. As nice as this is, as much as he’s enjoying it, he needs to get inside you because he’s about to bust. You bite down on the skin and he moans again, your name slipping from his lips. You’ve got him right where you want him and you’re sure that he’s ready now. 

Your lips find his again, desperate and hungry, still grinding against him and he’s getting harder by the second. His hip buck against yours and you move so he can get his underwear off and you remove your own before settling yourself onto his cock. 

“You’re so big,” you tell him and his eyes light up at your observation. He’s very well aware of this, but hearing it from you is a huge compliment. He loves seeing you like this, on top of him in nothing but your bra. This is something he could only dream about, something he has dreamed about even though he’d never admit it. 

You watch him come undone as you begin to ride him, eating up how quickly you were able to dominate him. It’s clear that you have the control here and he’s loving it. He’s always on top, but letting you take the lead is much more fun. He wants you to boss him around, to make him your bitch. 

“Yeah? You like that?” You ask and he nods, feeling fucked out already and you’ve barely even done anything. Maybe it’s because he never engages in foreplay so he has more energy for the main event. “Look at you. Already tired, baby?” God, he really wants you to call him that again. 

“No,” he replies through a deep breath, bucking his hips against yours. “Keep going.”

You continue, moving faster as his hands move up to remove your bra as he continues to buck his hips against yours, trying his best to keep up with you. As soon as your chest is bare, he can’t help but stare, watching your tits bounce up and down. And just when he thought you couldn’t get any hotter. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” you moan as you pick up your pace, and Billy’s pretty sure that it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. You moan again and again as his hips buck against yours, wanting to make you feel as good as you’ve made him feel.

There’s no way he can fuck anyone else after this. It’s like someone mediocre going on stage to perform right after Prince. This is easily the best sex he’s ever had and it’s not even over. He’s got to have you every night for the rest of his life now. And if this night is all you’re wanting from him, then maybe he’ll just refrain from ever sleeping with anyone ever again. 

Although, he’d never admit any of this to you. His ego won’t allow it. He likes being complimented, but he’s never one to do so unless it directly benefits him. Well, except for him telling you how pretty you looked. That was just because he wanted to. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll,” he moans as he comes and you don’t even care if he pulls out. You just help him ride his high and you’re close, your eyes shut tight as his name rolls off your lips. And fuck does it feel good to hear you scream it. 

“Billy, oh my god. His name tumbles out of your mouth as you reach your peak reached and fuck does it feel good for him to hear you scream it. 

Once you’ve come down, you climb off him and hurry to retrieve your underwear, Billy quickly following behind even though he’s not as in a rush as you are. He wants to stay here for a little longer, just to hold you in his arms and shower you with compliments. He might even actually tell you that you’re the best he’s ever had. 

“If I’m not home by ten, I’m going to be dead,” you tell him and now he understands, because of course Jim Hopper would still have his daughter under curfew even though she’s an adult now. 

He doesn’t know what time it is, but doesn’t want to be the reason why you’re late so he lets you go, not getting dressed nearly as quickly as you, but he’s still trying to keep up. He’s wondering how you don’t completely hate the wet clothes against your skin and how you’re going to explain that to your dad, but he supposes that isn’t any of his business. 

So he watches you slip on your flip flops as he gets out of the pool with his underwear on. He’s pulling on his shorts which is proving to be a struggle, but he eventually gets them on and throws on his shirt as he’s hurrying to catch up with you, following you to your car. 

“Well, this was fun,” you tell him with a bright smile. “We should do it again sometime. You can get the house number from Max, right? I’m sure he has it.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great. Don’t be a stranger, alright?” You ask, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek before you get into your car. You start it up and Billy watches you back out of the parking lot, knowing that he’s going to be giving you a call very soon.

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Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

[moon-fics]

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PLEASE NOT THE ALL-NIGHTERS!!!! I never thought I'd have that honor!! I will write this with all my power!!

You don't know how Valentina managed to get everyone to agree to this. Truly, you cannot fathom what she had to pull to get the New Marvels to attend a gala. Yet, here you are in a gown talking to public officials and important people.

It's not that you mind it, because you're glad to be socializing with people outside the team. It's nice to meet people and not have them know about your shame room or your backstory. It's even better when there's free food involved as well.

You're talking to a group of people who you can't remember the names of, but you know one of them is a journalist. You do your best to instill confidence in them about the team and to keep their hopes up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bob wearing a suit with his hair greased back. He looks extremely uncomfortable, and you're so glad he's been working on himself. Otherwise, this place would be a mess. However, he still has his limits and you're sure he's reaching it.

You excuse yourself and approach him. He's standing alone because as far as anyone here knows, he's not officially apart of the team.

"You doing ok, Bob?" You ask while stepping in front of him. He gives a shy smile while nodding his head awkwardly.

"Yeah, I just don't enjoy crowds." He answers. There's still a smile on his face even as he pulls at the collar of his jacket.

"Ok, well, you look like a wet cat. So, let's just fix some things," You say. You don't let him protest before you run your hand through his hair. You shake it out until it's no longer streaked back. Instead, it's parted in the middle again, just as it should be. "There we go," You hum.

"D-does it look better?" He asks with uncertainty. His cheeks are a light tint of pink that only you'd notice. It's adorable to see him like this, and you wish you had a camera. "I don't want to get anyone in trouble for looking bad."

"No one is going to get in trouble for how you look. That would be insane, and I'd honestly stomp on anyone's toes if they mentioned it." You assure him. He still looks like he's trying to hide a grimace. You quickly realize it's the coat that's causing the issue. It's tight around his body, and you know he prefers baggy clothes. "I'll take your coat," You suggest.

"What? No, you'd just be holding it the entire night." He says. You give him no room to argue and are already pulling it off his shoulders. The white shirt underneath is enough to keep his appearance. "S-stop!" He insists while trying to pull the coat back on.

"Listen, if it bothers you that much, I'll just wear it!" You huff.

"Wear it? Won't that look weird?" He asks. He aids you in pulling off the coat and lets you take it. You wrap it around your shoulders, and the warm material feels nice on your skin. He stares at you for a few seconds with his lips slightly parted. His eyes roam over you as if taking in your outfit for the first time.

"Got something to say?" You laugh. He snaps his eyes back to your face and gives a half smile. He's adorable, and you cannot stand it.

"N-no, you just look really nice," He mumbles while rubbing his nose with his sleeve nervously. He glances away from you and looks around the crowd. "Do you mind staying with me? I don't like being alone at functions." His voice is soft. His hands fidget with his sleeves, and he squints his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll stay," You agree. You move to stand next to him and get a glimpse of what he sees. As much as you like talking to people, you wish there was more to do. It's fancy, and the music playing sounds like something you'd hear on an elevator. You'd much prefer some more upbeat songs or at least a ball pit. "You look good, too." You comment.

He looks at you, and there's a twinkle in his eyes. "Uh, thanks. I didn't really know how to dress. I had borrowed it from Bucky," He admits quickly. You're surprised by that because the suit should be bigger on him, not smaller. "It's really old." He clarifies when he sees your confused expression.

"Well, next time we'll just stay home." You suggest. "Besides, I'm a little jealous other people get to see you in a suit," You tease.

He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. "Y-you are?" He wants confirmation that you aren't making fun of him.

"Oh yeah. I was practically drooling over you when you exited your room," You giggle. He catches on that you're flirting with him and tries his best to play along. Even while his heart is beating way faster than it should.

"Well, I'll, uh, have to take you as my date to one of these sometime," He tries to flirt back. He's certain he's not very good at it, but at least he's trying. "Unless that's not something you want to do. I could totally just wear a suit around the tower more often," He begins rambling.

You slide your hand into his and curl your fingers between his. "Or, you could just ask me out on a regular date," You suggest.

He nods and lets out a chuckle. "I could do that," He shrugs. There’s a moment of silence where you wait for him to ask. Instead, he keeps staring at you with a goofy smile. As if you just hung to stars.

“Are you going to or is this like a waiting situation?” You ask. His eyes widen and he covers her mouth with his free hand. He clearly thought that was him asking you out.

“No, no yeah! I just- I didn’t know if now was a good time or if that meant we were going to go on a date,” He scrambles over his words. “Would y-you like to go on a date… with me?” He asks.

“No, I think you took too long. You’re going to have to wait a week or two,” You tease. You can’t help the sly smile that spreads across your lips. He looks helpless at your statement and it’s almost too much to handle. “Yes, I’ll go out with you,” You confirm.

He lets out a sigh of relief and his body loses any tenseness. “I genuinely thought you were going to make me wait,” He laughs nervously. “I would have but I really wanted to do it sooner than later.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to wait that long either,” You nudge him playfully.

[vanesycho]

Idk what the fuck I wrote just #squirtforhaechan

being friends with haechan wasn't as easy as it seemed. everything seemed normal and sarcastic in front of the others, but the moment the doors closed behind you, his hands would find your body. he would give you a small kiss on your neck and smile breefly as whipsering dirty things in your ear.

still, he couldn't stand seeing others around you, well.. no one else could touch his friend. he didn't believe anyone else could satisfy you as much as he did, he was the one who knew you and your body the best.

"oh are you gonna cum? should i let you? you were closer to jaehyun than you were today. do you really think he could satisfy you like this? you know this pussy was made just for this cock." his talking stopped being heard after a while, you didn't know how many times you came but haechan didn't seem to want to stop. he wouldn't stop until he was satisfied.

his favorite thing was to tease you in front of everyone. haechan is a total bastard. and he's proud to act like it.

while you were talking to yuta about something, you felt hands on your waist interrupting you "don't mind me, i just came to get my phone." he spoke while reaching for his phone, even though you tried to listen to yuta carefully at that moment, the hardness you felt on your ass made you take a deep breath. "you better finish talking and use that little mouth of yours for other things" he whispered in your ear, then slapped your hip a few times quickly. your gaze turned to him but he already left the room as if nothing happened.

he doesn't like to be distracted while playing games but if you do...that's when you better try not to pay attention to the cock inside you until the game is over.

"stay fucking still." he spoke while his fingers moved quickly on the keyboard. but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out, you were soaked, the fullness inside you was now reaching a level where it hurt "please.." you didn't know how much longer you had to beg but he didn't seem to care at all. on the contrary, he was trying to make you worse, he slightly moved his hips on the chair in order to fix his sitting position, causing a loud moan to come out of your mouth.

with the last round finished, he lowered his hands from the keyboard to your hips and rested them there for a while "fuck... i lost." he leaned his head back and closed his eyes in anger "fucking slut, you couldn't stop talking the whole game" the sentence he muttered to himself made you squirm in pain again, haechan let out a groan, then locked eyes with you "are you going to bother me again?" you shook your head quickly "n-no, no, please just...it hurts..i can't take it anymore" your eyes were filled with pain, the juices in your pussy were flowing from his cock, you were completely ruined. and this is instead of him feeling sorry for you, it was making him even more excited. a slight smile appeared on his face and he slapped your hips loudly "then you better start working those hips"

it doesn't matter to him where or when these things happen. if he wants it then, then it will happen.

you were leaning against the closed door, trying to keep your legs from shaking. you thought you were going to have a great time with johnny, mark and him but here you were. trying to hold back your moans as his fingers and tongue were relentlessly destroying your pussy "hyuck..." you had even lost the ability to talk. hand pulled his hair hard, make him moaned in pleasure against your pussy. you covered your mouth with your other hand to muffle your own voice but it was no use. his mouth was expertly sucking your clit, tongue thrusts made you arch your back, his two fingers were hitting your pleasure spot hard without a mercy.

you hadn't expected this to be the price you paid for just to get a drink of water. oh and if mark knew this right now, he would definitely never even set foot in his kitchen.

[chibinasuu]

would you fall in love with me again from epic......... but it's sanji and the reader after the events of wano after his exoskeleton activates

nyla, i just wanted you to know that this request absolutely broke me. it's been sitting in my inbox for almost two weeks but i finally got the time (and courage) to finish it!

i've been wanting to write a fic with this exact premise for a loooong time, but i'm glad i hadn't written it yet because this song is so perfect and fits incredibly well for this story. thank you for giving me inspiration, and the push to finally write this!

and i am nawt the best at writing angst but i really hope i did this story justice!

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again | Sanji x Reader

Tags: major spoilers for wano, sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n Disclaimer: some of the dialogues are taken directly from the song

A strange clanging roused you from your slumber.

You reached for the sheets beside you only to find them void of warmth. A sliver of moonlight penetrated the darkness of your room through the cracked open door that led to the castle gardens outside.

You slid the wooden frame open, revealing a figure hunched over on the ground, half hidden by the shadows, "Sanji, is that you? Are you alright?”

The banging stopped.

"Sorry, did I wake you? Please go back to bed, sweetheart, I’m fine. I’ll be there in a minute."

You observed him for a moment—taking in his seemingly permanent frown, the bags under his eyes, the slouch in his shoulders—and voiced the thought that had been bothering you since the battle on Onigashima ended a couple of days ago, "You look… different. Tired."

He refused to meet your eyes, his gaze remained fixed on the lush greenery of the garden.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Your plea broke his facade, and Sanji was no longer able to pretend that he was okay.

His breaths turned into short, shallow gasps. He gulped, jaws clenched tight, before he finally admitted, "I can't feel."

He pounded his fist once more against his abdomen to prove his point, the clang echoing unforgivingly amid the otherwise silent night, "I can't feel anything. There's no pain."

You surged forward, catching his wrist before his fist could fall upon his body again.

"No! Don't touch me!" He rasped, though there was no fight when you gently guided his hand to rest in his lap, "Please, I don't want to hurt you."

"Sanji—"

"It's that wretched Germa suit. It did something to me. Something foul."

He clutched his head, fingers digging into his scalp so forcefully that a few golden strands came loose and fluttered to the ground.

"I-I'm not the man you fell in love with, nor the one you once might've adored." He rambled, "I'm not k-kind or, or gentle—"

"Sanji.”

You cradled his face in between your hands, pushing away his hair to take in both of his misty eyes. They were filled with a rare vulnerability that made your heart ache.

A choked sob escaped him as he finally looked at you.

In a voice so small it was nearly impossible to comprehend, he whispered, "Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I've done?"

You knew he was not only referring to what happened on Onigashima.

You didn’t witness what went down between him and Luffy on Whole Cake Island, and you never had the urge to ask for the details. Sanji was back on the Sunny, he and Luffy were okay, and that was all that mattered.

Sanji's expression turned into one of disgust as he gestured to his body, "The things I cannot change… Would you love me all the same?"

The answer to that was as clear as day, but somehow, you doubt that he'd believe you just like that.

"What happened?" You asked instead, "During your fight with Queen?"

He grimaced as he recalled the bitter memories, "I… lost control. My mind went blank, then that girl was on the floor, bleeding."

He shut his eyes tight, "In the end, I found out that Queen was responsible for that, but I still can't forget that look she gave me. That girl… She was afraid of me. And rightfully so. She should be afraid of me—I'm turning into a monster."

Your chest burned with hatred for all the people—or rather, monsters—that made your sweet Sanji feel this way.

Your fingers left his face as you stood up resolutely, "A monster, huh? If that's true, could you do something for me?"

He stared up blankly at you.

"Kick me."

Sanji fell on his knees to the ground in front of you. His face soured, brows furrowed as if the simple thought of bringing harm to you physically pained him, "How could you say that? No! I would never!"

He caught both of your hands, kissing them in turn with a gentleness that was oh so familiar to you.

You smiled, "Then I guess you're still my Sanji."

His eyes widened, then the dam broke.

His body shook as he weeped uncontrollably, and you crouched down again to take him into your arms.

Within seconds, the fabric of your yukata was soaked with tears and snot, but you never loosened your hold on him. Your hand rubbed soothing circles on his back as you let him ride out his grief.

And once his sobs turned into sniffles, then into steady breaths, you intertwined your fingers with his, your other hand reaching up to caress his cheek, "Can you feel this?"

He nodded.

"This?" You asked as you pressed your lips to his neck, leaving a tender kiss that left Sanji sighing blissfully.

"Does your heart still race when I do this?" You whispered in his ear, bringing your lips down to his and staying there for a few seconds before you pulled back, barely.

"Yes," He breathed out as your hand moved to his chest, confirming the quick rhythm of his heart underneath your palm.

"Then you're still my Sanji. You're still human. And nothing could change that."

You rested your forehead against his, "I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter what happens, you're mine."

Cupping his face, you made him look into your eyes, "Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my Sanji."

The relief was obvious in his sigh.

Sanji leaned forward timidly, capturing your lips with a nervousness that hadn't been present since the first time he kissed you many, many moons ago, "I love you."

"And I love you. Always."

You took his hand and pulled him to his feet, “Let’s get back to bed.”

He followed obediently.

Limbs entangled with yours, Sanji finally slept through the night.

╰┈➤ masterlist

[sp1d3rzz]

Pervert!Midoriya

final / pt.3

pt.1 pt.2

WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.

A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!

Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.

The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.

It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."

He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.

So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.

Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.

One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.

"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"

He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.

It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.

Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.

Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.

Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."

Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.

It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.

"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!

His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"

"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.

And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.

Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.

Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.

While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.

You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.

His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.

The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.

It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.

Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.

" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"

Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?

When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.

Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.

You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.

He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.

He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.

The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.

As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.

You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.

Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.

The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.

You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.

Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.

The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.

But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.

[animementrash]

A hundred kisses

Character: Levi Ackerman

Tags: fluff, implied relationship with reader, canon verse.

A/N: I have been gone too long, work is sucking the life out of me 😭Tip of the day: Do not become important at work, is not worth it. (? Anyways, hope you enjoy this little thing I got out of my brain while wishing I was loving Levi Ackerman instead of managing a team lol. Thank you for reading!

The gliding of his pen over the paper is the only sound in Levi's office. He's been reading and signing papers for hours, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders tense. Outside, the cadets continued with their training, nothing out of the ordinary. You made your way inside his office, a new stack of papers in hand.

"Hello there, may I come in" You say even though you've already opened the door and stepped inside. Levi just stopped writing, looking at you from beneath his eyelashes, not bothering in lifting his head.

"You're already inside" He mumbled unamused.

With a grin, you stepped forward and placed the papers on his desk. "Erwin wants you to check these as well, he says they're top priority"

Levi glanced at the stack of papers and rolled his eyes. "When everything is top priority, nothing really is" That's all he says before turning back to the paper in front of him.

"Look at you, being the philosopher of the century!" You tease, pulling a chair across him and sitting down. "Have you had lunch yet?" You question, noticing his dry lips.

"Not hungry" He says uninterested, not even looking at you.

"Really? Because the new rations just arrived and everyone is having a feast..." Your voice sounds sarcastic yet enthusiastic. Levi puts his pen down and finally looks your way.

"Like I said, I'm not hungry. When I feel like I need to eat something, I'll go grab something." His voice is curt and dry. If you didn't know better, you'd think he's about to kick you out.

"Then what about taking a break? The weather outside is lovely..." This time he doesn't even acknowledge your comment, focusing only on signing documents. You get up from your seat and sigh, clearly ticked by his demeanor.

"Are you still upset because I didn't kiss you goodnight last night?" You mention casually.

"Seems like you were too tired to even do that, right?" He says back, there is no bite in his words, instead he sounds offended, something that makes you hold back a laugh.

"Levi, I didn't mean to do that! You know I love to kiss you goodnight and will always do it! I just happened to fall asleep before you came back from your meeting with Erwin" As you explained yourself, he huffed and rolled his eyes as if your explanation was the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "Besides, you could've kissed me even if I was asleep." You add with a shrug.

"What do you think I am? A creep?" He retorts, clearly offended by the suggestion.

"No, you're not a creep for kissing your sleeping wife goodnight" You answer and giggle a little.

"No, don't touch me" He says pretending to be offended as you try to wrap your arms around him.

"Come on Levi, don't be so stubborn" You're still chuckling as you hug him, his childish demeanor still amusing to you after all these years.

"It's not like we get to kiss goodnight every day, that is why I was so heartbroken that you fell asleep before I could kiss you" He says in almost a whisper and you could swear you saw a ghost of a pout on his lips.

"I know Levi, and I already told you I'm sorry, didn't I? I even kissed you twice this morning to repair the damage" Even without looking at you he can tell you're still smiling, his eyebrows furrowing even more.

"That doesn't compensate it" He says, still fixed on the missing kiss.

You pull away far enough to look at him and cup his face with both hands, he pretends to be annoyed but does nothing to pull away from your hold.

"Then? Should I kiss you a 100 times to repair my oh so awful mistake?" You ask with a dramatic voice.

"Yeah, for starters you could do that..." He replies and can't hide the smirk that spreads across his lips at his bratty request.

You let out a hearty laugh, his cheeks turn pink as you start to map his face with small kisses. "Okay, but you count" You say with a grin.

"One.... One.... One" Levi's voice is soft and tender, something nobody would ever believe if they heard, good thing is nobody besides you will ever listen to it.

[ephemeralinstance]

Why is Rook so uncurious?

I've seen people complain that Veilguard changes Solas' motivations. And that's sort of true, but really it doesn't so much change them as just try really hard not to look at them. All of the things we were shown in previous games about the ongoing and serious harm done by the Veil still remain completely true, it's just that Rook is never allowed to ask or think about any of this stuff. Which is frustrating because it significantly weakens Rook's character: they end up coming off as determinedly ignorant and uncurious.

Take the information we're given about why taking down the Veil is bad - which seems entirely limited to Varric's claim that it would 'drown the world in demons.' Rook is constantly parroting this line, treating Varric as the ultimate authority on the matter. But this claim makes very little sense, because it surely cannot be the case that Solas wants to create a world filled with nothing but demons. From Inquisition we know he's greatly distressed every time a spirit becomes a demon, so that can't possibly be the outcome that he's expecting.

Of course, Solas could be wrong; he's certainly been wrong about many things before and he's not thinking very clearly. But even so, why on earth would we take Varric's word over Solas' here? Solas is an ancient and knowledgeable mage, the only person around who lived before the Veil, and he literally made the Veil. Whereas Varric is not a mage, has never studied magic or spirits, and is canonically frightened of the Fade and spirits: in the Lighthouse he mentions several times that he finds this 'Fade shit' weird. How could he possibly be in a position to know better than Solas about what would happen if the Veil came down?

Maybe I as a player can just accept that because Varric is The Narrator he must be right about all this. But Rook doesn't know that Varric is The Narrator. So it just feels like Rook is either incredibly ignorant or so devoted to Varric that their ability to think for themself has completely shut down. It's such an odd, anti-intellectual, anti-expert framing: don't do research or talk to anyone who has knowledge on the matter, just accept unquestioningly what your friend says.

Equally frustrating is the absence of any critical thinking about Solas' reasons for doing what he's doing. The only thing Varric and Harding tell Rook about this is that Solas is doing it because the ancient world was beautiful, but what does that mean? And is it really plausible that Solas is doing all this just because of aesthetics?

Rook hears Solas say 'The Veil is a wound on the world,' and never once thinks to ask - what did he mean by that? A wound is something that causes harm, that causes pain. What is the Veil harming? What pain is it responsible for? (From previous games we know the answer, of course. It's harming spirits, mages, and perhaps elves. But Rook never bothers to ask Solas, or to ask anyone else, or even to try to think about for themself about it.).

There's a moment right at the very end, where Solas is finally permitted to mention that he's doing this partly for the spirits. But in a perfect encapsulation of their whole dynamic, Rook immediately interrupts him. Doesn't even let him finish his sentence. Rook is so completely confident that they know best for the spirits and that this person who literally was once a spirit couldn't possibly have any insight into the matter.

At the beginning of the game Varric comments that he chose the name 'Rook' because Rook tends to think in straight lines. Which struck me as odd at the time, because 'thinks in straight lines' sounds like Varric is saying Rook isn't very smart. I thought I must have misinterpreted it, because why on earth would you choose to impose as a requirement on all players that their pc must lack critical thinking? But looking back I can see that's kinda exactly what they did, which - maybe they thought it would be more relatable? Still, if you're going to impose a fixed personality on the main character of a game, it's baffling to me that you would pick 'absence of critical thinking' as one of their main features.

[elryuse]

Manifesting

Gaeul X Male Reader

Tags : Toxic Relationship, Trauma, Cheating, Breakup, Romance, Dark Romance, Obsession, Yandere, Psycho, Angsty Words : 5,359 Words

It was a hard few weeks after your sad break up with your long lasting girlfriend, named Gaeul. She was your sweet sweet angel, she was caring, soft and charming. But that all changes when she be friends with some girls, who slowly changes her, and before you know it, She was lost, gone, turned into something different.

She started to ghost you, neglected you, and worst of all she cheated on you. You caught her, there, red handed, having sex with a guy you didn't know at all. You try to talk her up, but she got angry instead, slapping your face, marking it red as the shape of her palm.

You stood there silent, not knowing why this shit even happened to you. But all you know and understand is that She's not the Gaeul you know. With that, Your face turns cold, Gaeul didn't move, she closes the door as she continues to have sex with the man.

And with that, You left. You left the room, the house, and most importantly you left her. For good.

As time goes bye, You started to fix your life for the better. The first few weeks of the breakup was straight up hell, as you tried your best to forget the good memories you have with her. However, the memories kept flooding in. The time you said you loved her, the times you went on dates. It slowly come back to haunt you.

However, you started to get more active, get to know other people, and slowly you started to get back on track. As slowly, you started to find hobbies and stuff to do with other people. It was actually fun. A breathe of fresh air.

But one day, Those moments gonna haunt you again. As one night, out of nowhere, you met her again. Gaeul. She was standing outside your apartment, smoking a piece of cigarettes, as she ruffled up her blonde hair. You both looked at each other, before Gaeul throw away her cigarette, as she smiled.

"It's been a while".

You were shocked, timid, not knowing why is she here. Again. Out of anybody else that could be here. Why does it have to be her.

"What do you want" You asked.

"C'mon is that really what you have to say to me. I know that you missed me pabo. Let me in, I have a ton of thing's to say babe".

"Babe? Babe!? Are you fucking with me Gaeul. We're not together anymore. Get lost, before I call the cops". You angrily shouted, clearly still not accepting what the hell is even going on right now.

"Why are you mad… Besides, We didn't even break up. You're the one who left me". Gaeul rolled her eyes, as her body rested on the walls.

"Yeah but you're the one who's fucking a guy Gaeul. Not me. So go away. I already moved on. So stop bothering me". You try shutting the door.

"W-wait. P-please. Alright alright I'm sorry. Look. I was young. I was dumb. My friends were the one encouraging me to try new stuff. I was carried away alright. So please. Just liste-".

"Look Gaeul. It's your choice. You choose to fuck someone else. And you also choose him over me. You slapped me and closes the door on me remember. You didn't even text me about how sorry you were. So stop pretending like you care. And please. Stop bothering me, And leave".

As you closes the door, Gaeul seemed to be shutted down. Her face was unreadable, as slowly a small tear runs from her face. She looked, Sad. Filled with Regrets? You don't know why but she looked desperate about something.

"P-please. Y-y/n. I really don't know where to go. Everyone.. They.. All bullied me, and I really don't know where to go. P-please. Can I stay at your place, just for a night"?

You should have said no. You should just closes the door on her. But some how, you just can't seem to do it. You just can't seem to act harsh on her. And with that you opened the door for her.

"Get in. Fast".

Hearing those words, Gaeul face immediately lit up. She immediately ran and hug you, as she cried all of hearts out. You were not sure whether to comfort her, or just stay still, so you decided to just let her cry for awhile.

You then let her sleep on the couch, as you were about to take a shower. Your mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts as you didn't sure what to do, especially after seeing her again. You sighed, as you hit your head, thinking why would you let her in the first place.

Suddenly you hear a knock from outside the bathroom. It was her.

"Y-y/n. C-can I come in"?

"Wtf you mean, can I come in. Stay out. I'm almost done".

You wipe the water off your face, staring into your foggy bathroom mirror. The knock still echoes in your ears.

“Y/n… please. Just let me talk to you… just for a minute,” her voice quivers, yet there’s something off about it. It’s too soft. Too controlled.

You grip the towel tighter. "No, Gaeul. You said one night. Just—give me space.”

There’s silence for a few seconds.

Then she chuckles.

“Space? After everything we've been through? You let me in, and now you're pushing me away again?”

You freeze. That tone. It wasn’t pleading anymore. It was colder. Possessive.

You open the door slightly—just a crack. “You’re making this weird. Go back to the couch. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

But she’s already right in front of the door. Close. Too close. Her eyes puffy from crying, her lips trembling, her fingers tightly holding the edge of her shirt as if she was suppressing something explosive inside her.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispers. “Not when you’re just a wall away. It made me think of the nights I used to fall asleep on your chest. You remember that?”

You sigh and step away from the door. She takes that as an invitation, stepping in without permission.

“Gaeul, I told you—”

She suddenly wraps her arms around your waist from behind. The towel nearly slips. Her forehead leans against your back.

“I missed you. I’ve been so… lost. Without you, I didn’t know who I was anymore. I did bad things. But I never stopped loving you. Never.”

You stay silent. Because deep down, there’s a twisted ache in your chest. A part of you still remembers her kisses. Her laugh. The way she used to hold your hand like it meant everything.

But this isn’t her anymore.

You step forward, breaking the hold.

“Gaeul, go sleep. Please. Don’t make me regret letting you in.”

She stares. Hurt. Confused. Angry. Her lips tremble again, but this time it’s not sadness. It's frustration.

“I gave you my everything… and now you treat me like garbage.”

You glance back. “You cheated on me.”

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away. “I made a mistake. People fuck up. But I chose to come back. I chose you again.”

“Too late.”

You walk past her. Grab some clothes. The air between you two is suffocating.

She remains still, standing in the bathroom, staring blankly at the wall.

You hear the door creak shut as she returns to the living room.

You wake up around 3AM, heart pounding. Something feels off.

You walk to the kitchen. The couch is empty.

“Gaeul?”

No answer.

You check your bedroom.

She’s there.

Lying on your bed, wearing one of your shirts.

Your chest tightens.

“Gaeul. What the fuck are you doing?”

She turns slowly, as if expecting you. Her eyes gleam beneath the dim light. A sickly, satisfied smile spreads across her face.

“I couldn’t sleep… I felt cold… I needed you.”

You glare. “This isn’t okay. You’re crossing boundaries.”

“I know your body better than anyone else. I know how warm it gets when you’re upset. How quiet you become when you’re trying to hide your sadness. You think I don’t see that? You haven’t moved on. You're pretending.”

You back up slightly, disturbed. “Get out of my bed.”

“No.” Her tone is dead serious now. “I belong here.”

She sits up.

“I let my friends poison me. I know. But they’re all gone now. They cut me off. They talked shit about me behind my back. And that guy? He left. He never even remembered my birthday. I was stupid.”

“That doesn’t mean you can crawl back like nothing happened—”

“I HAVE NOTHING LEFT!” she screams suddenly. You flinch.

Silence follows.

Then a whisper: “Except you.”

She reaches under the blanket. Pulls out… your phone?

“I saw your messages,” she says. “With that girl. Minji, right? She's just a rebound. She doesn’t know you like I do.”

You feel your heart sink.

“Where’s my phone—how the hell did you—”

“I watched you sleep. You looked peaceful… So I wanted to check. And guess what? I was right. You're still broken. Still looking for me in everyone else.”

“That’s it. You're leaving. Now.”

You grab her wrist. Not hard. But firm. Her eyes widen—not in fear, but in thrill.

“Touching me again, huh? You still want me. Just admit it.”

“Get out, Gaeul. Or I will call the police.”

Suddenly she grabs your hand with both of hers, gripping tightly.

“I’ll kill myself if you do.”

You freeze.

Dead silence.

She smiles. Twisted. Tired. “I'm serious. You were the only good part of me. If I leave this apartment, I won’t walk home. I’ll jump off a bridge.”

Your throat dries. “Stop it…”

Tears pool in her eyes again. “Then let me stay. Please. Let me stay until I’m better. Let me fix what I destroyed.”

You hate how conflicted you feel. You know this is wrong. You know she’s manipulating you. But that look in her eyes—the same eyes that once stared at you like you were her whole world—breaks something in you.

“…Fine,” you mutter. “One more night. But you sleep on the couch.”

She giggles.

It wasn’t a joyful laugh. It was broken. Hollow.

“I knew you'd come back to me.”

She kisses your cheek.

And leaves the room.

You lock your bedroom door that night.

But even through the door…

You still hear her humming a lullaby she used to sing when she laid on your chest.

It doesn’t comfort you anymore.

It terrifies you.

You barely sleep that night. Every creak of the wood, every gust of wind against the windows makes your heart jolt.

She's still here.

Even though the couch is supposed to be her place for the night, a part of you fears waking up to find her standing at the foot of your bed. Watching. Smiling.

But the sun eventually rises.

You blink the exhaustion out of your eyes and check your bedroom. Empty. Quiet.

Carefully, you step out.

To your surprise, the living room is empty. The couch is made. Neat. Like she’d never slept there at all.

You turn toward the kitchen and see her.

Gaeul.

Wearing your hoodie. Cooking eggs.

She turns with a bright smile, as if everything’s normal. “Good morning, sleepyhead! I made breakfast! Just like old times, right?”

You’re speechless. Tired. Emotionally drained.

“Gaeul, I told you—”

Ding-dong.

You stop.

Your front door just rang.

Before you can even move, Gaeul turns her head. Her expression darkens in an instant.

“…Are you expecting someone?”

You walk to the door. Peek through the peephole.

It’s Minji.

Wearing a warm beige cardigan over a white sundress, her eyes sparkling with excitement, a small coffee tray in hand.

You blink.

She notices you and waves softly, smiling.

You open the door.

“Hey,” she says gently, “I’ve been waiting outside for a few minutes, didn’t wanna wake you… I brought coffee.”

“Minji?”

“Yeah… I was wondering… if you wanted to grab breakfast or maybe walk around the park with me?” she says, shyly looking down. “Just something small. You’ve been working so hard. I thought you could use some sunshine.”

You smile—genuinely—for the first time in what feels like forever. “That… sounds nice, actually.”

But then—

“Who’s that?”

Her voice slices through the air like a razor.

Minji blinks.

Gaeul is standing behind you, barefoot, sleeves rolled up, spatula still in hand, wearing your hoodie like it belonged to her.

Her eyes are locked on Minji like she’s prey.

“Oh,” Minji blinks, “I didn’t know you had… someone over. I’m sorry—”

“We’re not together,” you interrupt quickly. “She just… showed up last night. It’s complicated.”

Gaeul suddenly steps forward, resting her hand on your shoulder—possessively.

“I’m Gaeul,” she says, eyes narrowing at Minji. “His first. The one who knows what he really needs. And who are you?”

Minji’s expression shifts—still polite, but her smile dims a little. “I’m Minji. I go to the same campus. We’ve been hanging out… and talking.”

Gaeul laughs bitterly. “Hanging out? Wow. That’s cute.”

You sigh. “Enough.”

Minji glances at you. “If now’s a bad time, I can leave…”

“No,” you say firmly. “You don’t have to. I said I’d go with you.”

Gaeul’s hand tightens on your shoulder.

“You’re leaving me here?” she asks softly. “After last night? I cried on you.”

You turn. “You’re not my girlfriend anymore, Gaeul. You asked for a place to sleep. That’s it.”

Her mouth opens. But before she can say anything else, you step outside and close the door behind you.

Later that evening…

You had a good time with Minji.

A real good time.

You didn’t think laughter could come so easily again. Her presence was calm, healing. You told her about your break-up. She didn’t pity you. She didn’t push. She just… listened.

When she finally walked you home, she hesitated at your door.

“I know you’re still healing,” she said, “But I like being around you. I just wanted you to know that. I’m not here to play games.”

You looked at her. Her eyes didn’t lie.

“Thanks,” you said. “That… really means a lot.”

She smiles, and with a small wave, walks off.

You breathe.

Then step inside.

The moment you close the door—

CRASH.

You flinch.

A cup lies shattered on the floor. Gaeul’s standing there, tears in her eyes, cheeks red with fury.

“You LIKED her, didn’t you?”

You stay silent.

“DIDN’T YOU!?”

“Gaeul—”

“After everything I told you? After crying in your arms? After begging for a second chance?! You go out with that—that—fake-ass bimbo!?"

“She’s not fake. And she didn’t hurt me like you did.”

You walk past her.

But she grabs your wrist. Hard.

“She’s going to hurt you. Like I did. Worse. She’s gonna take your kindness and stab you with it, just like I did. I know girls like her.”

“Gaeul—let me go.”

She shakes her head violently.

“No! You’re not doing this to me. You can’t just throw me away again. I came BACK for you. I chose you. I gave up everyone. Everything. And now you smile at someone else!?”

You rip your arm away.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

She falls silent.

Her eyes go wide. For a moment, she looks like a doll—cracked porcelain, ready to shatter.

Then her lips curl into a dark grin.

“You think she can protect you from me?”

You stop.

“What?”

“I meant it when I said I’d kill myself if you left me, Y/n.”

She steps closer.

“But maybe… she should go first.”

You stare at her, chilled to your bones.

“Gaeul… don’t you dare.”

She laughs softly. Her fingers trail your chest as she whispers:

“You don’t know how far I’m willing to go for you. But you will. Soon.”

It had been three days since that night.

Three days since Gaeul shattered a glass on your floor and swore she'd hurt Minji.

You hadn't heard from Minji since then.

Your texts—left on read.

Calls—unanswered.

You assumed she was just busy… or maybe she felt something was off. You couldn’t blame her.

Gaeul, however, was still here.

Still lingering in your apartment like a curse you couldn’t exorcise.

Every night, she cooked. Cleaned. Acted like she was your girlfriend again. She wore your clothes. Sat close to you. Slept on the couch but would sneak glances into your room every night like a cat waiting for a door to open.

Tonight, something felt different.

You returned home after a late class. The lights in your apartment were dimmed—intentionally.

A soft scent of jasmine floated in the air. You squinted.

There were candles… lit in the living room.

Your heart sank.

You step further in, cautiously. “Gaeul?”

"I'm here," her voice called out softly. Sultry. Dangerously warm.

You turn—and stop.

She's standing by your bedroom door.

Wearing your white button-up.

Only the white button-up.

Unbuttoned halfway down her chest, just enough to tease the curve of her breasts. Bare legs. Hair tied loose. Lips tinted with deep red gloss. Her eyes half-lidded with something… dark. Desperate.

"Gaeul, what are you doing?"

She slowly walks forward, swaying like a predator who knows you're caught in her trap.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she whispers. “So I thought I’d remind you why you used to crave me.”

“Don’t—”

She presses a finger to your lips. Silencing you.

“Shhh… I’m not here to fight.”

She steps closer. The shirt brushes against your chest as her body heat presses into you.

“I’m here to make you feel again.”

Her hand trails down your chest. To your stomach. Then down, lower—

You grip her wrist tightly. “Stop this.”

But your voice is weaker now. Your breathing shallow.

Her eyes sparkle.

“You say you’ve moved on… but your body’s still honest.”

“Gaeul—this isn’t going to fix anything. We’re broken.”

She smiles. “Then let’s break even more.”

Before you can speak, she slides down to her knees, slowly. Holding your gaze the entire time.

You curse under your breath, stepping back.

“Gaeul, stop playing games.”

She bites her lip, standing again. This time, she unbuttons the rest of the shirt and lets it slip off her shoulders.

Bare. Fully.

No shame. No hesitation.

“Do you remember the first time we did it?” she whispers, stepping closer again. “You were nervous. Shaky. And I kissed every inch of you until you stopped trembling.”

Your fists clench.

“And when you told me you loved me, I cried while we made love. Remember that?”

You shut your eyes.

“Stop it. Just stop.”

But she’s already guiding your hand to her waist. Skin against skin. Her breath hot against your neck.

“Touch me like you used to, Y/n. Please. Let me feel like yours again.”

Your head spins.

And for a moment—

Just a brief, dangerous moment—

You miss her.

You remember her laugh. Her moans. Her scent. Her warmth.

Your hand grips her waist.

She leans in to kiss you.

And you freeze.

Because just behind her…

Your phone lights up.

Minji: “Hey. Sorry I went quiet. I just… felt something was off. But I miss you. Can we meet soon?”

Your blood turns cold.

You step back.

“I can’t.”

Gaeul’s smile fades. Her eyes twitch slightly. “W-what?”

“I can’t do this. I don’t want to go back to the way things were. I can’t.”

You grab your shirt and step toward your room.

“Put something on, Gaeul. This… this isn’t right.”

She doesn't move.

Just stands there, naked, rejected, breathing heavily.

“…It’s because of her, isn’t it?”

You pause.

“You’re choosing her over me.”

“Because she didn’t destroy me,” you say quietly.

That’s when her smile dies completely.

“I see.”

She walks past you, slowly. Picks up her clothes. Dresses in silence.

You think, maybe—maybe—she’s finally going to leave.

But just before she walks out the door, she turns.

Her voice is calm. Too calm.

“You better hope Minji really likes you.”

You narrow your eyes.

“What?”

“Because if she doesn’t? If she even thinks of hurting you?”

She grins.

“I’ll make her bleed.”

But tonight, everything changes.

It had been two weeks since you pushed Gaeul away.

She disappeared after that night. No calls. No knocking at your door. No more haunting gazes from the corner of your room.

You thought maybe… she was finally gone.

Meanwhile, things with Minji felt like they were getting better. At least, that’s what you believed.

You went on little walks. Laughed together. Held hands.

She smiled often. She touched your arm. She told you she missed you when you weren’t around.

You let yourself believe again.

But deep inside, something felt off.

And you were right.

Tonight. 9:47 PM.

You were walking near campus when you saw her.

Minji.

At the back corner of a cafe, laughing with her friends—Hanni and Haerin.

You smiled at first, thinking about surprising her.

But then—

You heard your name.

Your actual name.

And your smile fades.

You stop. Hide behind a pillar. You shouldn’t be eavesdropping.

But you hear it.

You hear everything.

“So? Are you still ‘dating’ him?” Hanni asks, holding back laughter.

Minji giggles. “Dating? Oh my god, please. That’s such a strong word.”

“Girl, you’ve been holding his hand and giving him puppy eyes like it’s your job,” Haerin teases.

Minji rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her iced Americano. “Whatever. It’s not like I actually like him. You guys dared me, remember?”

Hanni gasps. “Oh my god, you still remember that?”

Minji smirks. “Of course. I lost the game, remember? You dared me to flirt with the loner boy. The one with the clingy ex? I couldn’t say no.”

Haerin laughs. “And now you’re full-on fake dating him. Girl, you're dedicated.”

Minji shrugs. “I thought I’d get bored after a few days. But he's so sad. I mean, who lets their cheating ex stay in their house? And then thinks I’m actually into him?”

All three burst into laughter.

“If I were a normal girl,” Minji says, smirking, “I would’ve blocked him the moment I saw that psycho ex lurking around.”

She takes another sip.

“But I guess I’m not that normal. He’s… entertaining.”

You feel your heart collapse.

Your world just folds in on itself.

You step back, unable to breathe.

She lied.

It was all fake.

Every smile.

Every gentle word.

A dare.

You turn, storming off. Your chest is burning. You can’t believe how fucking stupid you were.

But what you don’t know is—

You weren’t the only one listening.

Across the street. Hidden in the shadows.

A figure stands beneath a flickering lamppost.

Gaeul.

She had followed Minji for days. Watching her routines. Following her walks. Even slipping into the same cafes, silent like a ghost.

She had seen everything.

Heard everything.

And now…

She smiles.

No.

She giggles.

Quiet at first.

Then louder.

Her hand lifts to her lips, as her laughter spirals into something unhinged.

“You hurt him… you played with him,” she whispers to herself.

Her nails dig into her palm, drawing blood.

“After all the pain he went through, you made it worse… for a game… for fun…”

She tilts her head to the side.

“I should thank you… You reminded him why he needs me.”

Her eyes glaze over with affection. Obsession. Rage.

“I’m the only one who really knows him.”

She stares at Minji through the window, eyes dark and glimmering.

“He won’t forgive you.”

She turns. Walks away, softly humming the tune of a song you and her used to love.

But before she disappears into the darkness, she whispers—

“Minji… you’re gonna regret this.”

Later That Night…

You come home, throw your phone across the room.

You don’t even cry.

Just sit. Alone.

Hollow.

Then.

You hear it.

A soft knock on your door.

Your heart clenches.

You move toward it. Slowly. Dreading. Hoping. Fearing.

You open it.

And there she is.

Gaeul.

Hair messy. Face flushed. Hands shaking—but her smile calm and gentle.

Like nothing ever happened.

“I saw everything,” she whispers. “She was lying.”

You stare at her, speechless.

She steps forward. Her hand cups your cheek.

“I told you,” she says, voice soft as silk. “She’d hurt you. Just like I did.”

“But I would never lie like that again. Never.”

Her eyes lock with yours.

“I’m all you have now.”

And before you can speak—

She hugs you.

Warm.

Familiar.

Deadly.

A few days later.

The campus was buzzing.

Nothing unusual.

Until the whispers started.

It was during a break between classes when it happened.

The outdoor café near the main hall—crowded, full of students chatting, drinking iced coffee, scrolling through their phones.

Minji sat at a table with Hanni and Haerin, her usual crew. Laughter echoed from their corner, as always.

She looked perfect.

Smiling. Confident. The sun kissed her blonde hair just right. Her lips glossed in cherry red. She was untouchable.

Or so she thought.

Then—

A paper fluttered down in front of her.

Then another.

And another.

The wind wasn’t carrying trash.

It was carrying screenshots.

Printed. Clear. High-quality.

Your name.

Her name.

Her texts.

“Y/n~ where are you? I miss you 😘” “Are you asleep? Can’t stop thinking about our walk today 😳” “Don’t ignore meeee. Come outside, I bought us snacks 😩” “I wanna hear your voice before I sleep please call me 🥺”

One by one, the papers covered her table. Her friends stared, blinking. Some students stopped walking, confused.

Whispers started to grow louder.

Minji’s smile faded.

“What the hell is this?” she muttered, her hands trying to gather the papers.

More fell from above, like snow. From the balcony above.

And then—

She appeared.

Gaeul.

Black skirt. White blouse. No smile.

Just rage and elegance.

She descended the stairs slowly, like an actress in a play she wrote herself.

Gasps spread through the students who recognized her—your infamous ex.

“What are you doing?” Minji hissed as Gaeul stepped into the center of the circle now forming around her.

“What am I doing?” Gaeul laughed. “You’re the one who started playing with people’s feelings.”

She held up one of the printed screenshots.

“This doesn’t look like a dare to me. It looks like you were the one chasing.”

Minji’s face turned pale.

Hanni stood up. “Who the hell are you—”

Gaeul didn’t even look at her.

She was focused. Predatory.

“You liked him, Minji. You really liked him. Don’t act like you didn’t. You texted him first. You called him. You begged him to stay up and talk.”

She threw another handful of papers onto the table.

“You were obsessed. Just like me.”

“Stop,” Minji said, voice shaky. “You’re insane.”

Gaeul’s smile turned cold.

She walked to the side table. Picked up a full cup of iced Americano that someone left.

And without hesitation—

Splash.

The cup emptied all over Minji’s pristine top.

Gasps echoed through the crowd.

Minji jumped up, gasping. The cold soaked her shirt instantly, making the white fabric nearly transparent.

Her hair stuck to her face. Her mouth opened in horror.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Gaeul stepped close. So close their noses nearly touched.

Her voice dropped into a whisper only they could hear.

“I’m not the one who played with someone’s heart.”

She pulled back, eyes unblinking.

“You’re the joke here, Minji. Because you thought he was just another lonely loser. But he’s not. He’s mine.”

She turned to the crowd.

“Let this be a reminder,” she said, calm and venomous. “You don’t mess with love just to get a laugh.”

She dropped the final piece of paper onto the wet table.

A photo.

Minji and you. On that first walk. Her holding your hand. Smiling genuinely.

Then she walked away.

And Minji?

She stood frozen.

Wet. Humiliated. Her hands clenched at her sides.

Because Gaeul was right.

She did like you.

Too much.

And now she lost you—and her dignity—in front of everyone.

Later That Night…

You sit on your bed.

Silent.

Then a knock.

You already knew who it was.

You open the door.

Gaeul stands there, smiling softly, a little victorious glow in her eyes.

“You saw it?” she asks, brushing her hair behind her ear.

You nod.

She steps inside.

“I did it for you,” she says quietly. “Because no one gets to treat you like that.”

“I don’t know if what you did was right…” you murmur.

She tilts her head.

“But it felt good, didn’t it?”

You don’t answer.

You’re not sure anymore.

She walks close, rests her head on your chest.

And whispers,

“She doesn’t deserve to be near you. Only I do.”

You close your eyes.

And realize…

You don’t know if you’re still angry.

Or starting to belong to her again.

The next few days pass in a blur.

You don't really go out anymore.

Your phone stays mostly silent, except for one consistent name.

Gaeul.

She texts you good morning. She cooks you meals. She cleans your apartment. She holds you when you can't sleep.

You didn’t ask for her to move in, but somehow, her things are there now—neatly arranged. Her toothbrush beside yours. Her shirts folded in your drawers. Her scent lingers on your bed.

At first, you thought you’d push her away again. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Because she’s different now.

She doesn’t raise her voice. She smiles softly, with that old warmth you used to love. And most of all—she listens.

When you’re tired, she rubs your shoulders.

When you’re quiet, she plays your favorite songs.

And when you wake up from nightmares—of that day you saw her with another man—she holds you tight, whispering, "I'm still here… I'm not going anywhere."

Little by little…

You stop questioning her presence.

You start to need her again.

One night. Rain taps against the window.

You sit on the edge of your bed. Staring at the wall. Silent.

Gaeul walks in with two mugs of hot chocolate.

She sits beside you, curling her legs beneath her.

"You okay?" she asks softly.

You nod. But your voice is hollow. "I don’t know what’s right anymore."

She hums. Then leans her head on your shoulder.

"You don’t have to know," she says. "You just have to trust me."

She looks up, eyes big and watery.

"You’ve always been the soft one. The kind one. But people like her… they take advantage of that."

You look down.

She places her hand on your chest.

"But I won’t."

Your heart skips.

"I already hurt you once. And it kills me to think about it. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Your fingers twitch.

"And you’ll realize soon… that I’m the only one who truly loves you."

And you believe her.

Even if you shouldn’t.

Meanwhile.

Minji sits alone on her bed.

Phone in hand.

Your chat still open.

No new replies.

Y/n… please just talk to me. I know I messed up. I really did like you. It started as a game but… I never thought I’d feel something.

No response.

Tears gather at her lashes.

She scrolls through her own messages—the ones she sent in the past. The ones Gaeul exposed. The ones that betrayed her.

I miss you already 🥺 You’re not like the other guys… you’re special.

Back then, she meant them. She did.

But now?

You were gone.

And worse—

She had handed you back to her.

To the girl she thought was just a clingy ex.

But now, she saw it clearly.

Gaeul wasn’t just an ex.

She was a predator.

And Minji… might’ve handed you right into her trap.

Back in your apartment.

Gaeul lies next to you, her arms wrapping around your waist.

"Let’s stay like this forever," she whispers.

You turn toward her.

She smiles.

"You don’t need anyone else."

You hesitate.

But your voice comes out soft. Tired. Relieved.

"Yeah… I guess I don’t."

Her smile widens.

She presses her lips to your temple.

And in her mind, everything is perfect again.

She has you.

And now she’ll never let you go.

[loveharlow]

can u write a fic with jealous!jj ur blurb was soooo good

⋯ ♡ᵎ 💬 : idk why i had this idea and i just thought it was so jj, not really a part two to the first jealous!jj blurb because they're together in this one

swearing (probably), jealous!jj, sexual innuendoes

You were sprawled across JJ's bed, phone in hand, a soft smile playing on your lips as your thumbs flew across the screen. Beside you, JJ was engrossed in his game, controller clutched tight. The only sounds filling the room were the simulated gunfire and his shouts at John B and Pope.

Once the current round ended, he glanced over, catching the gentle glow of your phone illuminating your face. He loved seeing you happy and smiling, but curiosity gnawed at him.

"...Who's got you all giggly?" he teased, though there was a hint of something else in his voice—something a little offended, shaky, and uncertain.

You glanced up at him for a moment before looking back down. "Oh, just Liam, the foreign exchange student," you replied casually. "He was confused about the group project, but I explained it to him. Now he's telling me about his family back home."

Liam. The name had been popping up in your conversations more frequently lately. He was the new kid at school, and you, being you, had naturally gravitated toward making him feel welcome, especially when you realized he was struggling to catch up. He was nice, a little awkward, and definitely harmless. But JJ didn't know that.

A silence stretched between you. You could feel JJ's gaze on you, heavier now. When you finally looked up, he wasn't starting another game. He'd even muted his mic. He was just watching you, a slight frown creasing his brow.

"Has he made any other friends,like... besides you?" he asked, scratching his head. "You two talk a lot..."

You chuckled softly, setting your phone down. "I mean, I would hope so. I see him talking to other people sometimes." Sitting up, you crossed your legs and scooted closer to your boyfriend, running your fingers through his hair. "What's up, J? Why do you look like that?"

He sighed, setting the controller down beside him. "Nothin', it's just… every day it's 'Liam this, Liam that.' And you get all smiley, and it's like I become invisible to you..."

There it was. The subtle, adorable jealousy. It wasn't an accusation, just a quiet confession of his own insecurity. JJ Maybank, the fearless Pogue, a little bit possessive over you. It made your heart ache in the best way.

But it also made you frown. The last thing you'd ever want was to be a source of any kind of pain for JJ.

So, an idea sparked in your mind. Picking up your phone, you went to your conversation with Liam, scrolling all the way to the top as JJ stared, confused. Once you got to the very first message, you held the phone out in JJ's direction. "Read it," you urged, pushing the phone further toward him.

"I—I don't need to go through your phone, baby—"

"I know," you said simply. "I want you to."

A silence fell between you two. JJ trusted you, and you trusted him. He didn't want to feel like he was pressuring you or doubting you. But despite that, he took the phone from you, eyes scanning the messages.

They were harmless—introducing yourself, talking about meeting with the rest of the group for the project, answering his questions. It was nothing concerning.

But one thing did catch JJ's attention.

His name, mentioned multiple times throughout the text thread at random points.

You Hey Liam, you doing okay? I noticed you weren't talking that much today.

Liam Yes, I'm alright. Just a bit homesick. Thank you for asking.

You Oh, that sucks, I'm so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?

Liam No, no, that's okay. I don't want to bother you.

You It's okay, you're not. I'm watching my boyfriend fix his bike, so better to distract myself before I try to jump his bones lmao

Liam Oh, you have a boyfriend? How long?

You I didn't tell you? That's odd, he's all I talk about lol. But his name's JJ, you've probably seen him around. We've been together for a little over 2 years.

Liam That's nice. It makes me miss mon amour back home in France. She sends me pictures and things everyday, but it's not the same... [1 Attachment] This is her, her name is Cami.

You Aw, she's beautiful! Hey, I'm pretty sure there's a program that help foreign exchange students reconnect with their families. They'll fly them out to you, I think, but there's probably some kind of criteria. I'll send you the link, though.

Liam Really? Dieu vous bénisse, Y/N!!

Something in JJ's heart swelled. He never truly doubted you or suspected anything, but seeing the way you talked about him—just because you wanted to talk about him—made him feel impossibly loved. You loved him, and you never failed to make sure everyone around you knew it.

You weren't all smiley because you were talking to Liam. You were all smiley because you were talking about him.

Dropping the phone on the mattress, JJ's hands took hold of your face and brought you in for a kiss, kissing you like he'd never have the chance to do it again. Lips slipped against one another, tongues dipping in between as you struggled to breathe.

When he finally pulled back, he had the dizziest grin on his face.

"I love you, munchkin."

You rolled your eyes, pushing him by the shoulder despite the sheepish smile on your face. "Stop calling me that," you scoffed, picking the device back up. "Come here," you urged, waving JJ over.

He obeyed, scooting close enough across the mattress so you could go behind him, slinging your arms over his shoulders, the phone in front of both of you as JJ tried to figure out what you were doing.

"Look at the camera, genius," you laughed, one hand gripping his chin and turning his face to look at the camera. You dipped down, placing a wet kiss against his cheek as he laughed, his face turning a dangerous shade of red just as the camera clicked. "There," you smiled, arms still over JJ's shoulders as he watched you send the picture to Liam, typing out a message underneath.

You [1 Attachment] This is JJ, my boyfriend I was telling you about.

"...You didn't have to do that," JJ said, though his heart was beating outside of his chest, one of his hands resting on your arm.

"I know," you smiled once more, planting a kiss to the side of his temple. "I wanted to. Whatever I can do to make you worry less."

JJ smiled to himself as he watched Liam's response come through.

Liam Ohhh, that guy? I was wondering why he'd glare at me when I passed him in the halls. I guess I know now lol. You two are cute. Tell him I said hey!

"See?" you told JJ, holding the phone up. "There's nothing to worry about." You assured, throwing the phone back on the bed as JJ turned to look at you. "I love you, Maybank. And if it makes you feel better, I have no problem talking to him less."

"...Thank you," JJ said softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"That's what I'm here for," you smiled brightly, pecking him on the lips. "Now, go back to the lobby! It's me and you time now, only us," you piped up, unwinding your arms from his shoulders and leaning half of your frame off the mattress to get your Nintendo Switch that had fallen off the bed.

With your ass in the air, JJ took the opportunity to squeeze it — you immediately popped back up and swatted his hand away. "Stop that, unless you plan on doing something about the problem it always causes," you glared playfully at him.

"Hey, you know I'm always up for it."

You scoffed, powering on the device in your hands. "I'm aware, hornball," you smiled, leaning back against his pillows. "You can turn me every way but loose after we run 2v2s with Pope and John B. We have to redeem ourselves from last time," you declared. "Invite me, blondie."

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10 L Lawliet headcannons (Several NSFW)

Just a few headcannons in no particular order. Lmk if there's any mistakes for me to fix! This deals with NSFW topics, and reader is AFAB + fem

He is unabashed when it comes to staring.  

Any conversation could turn into a staring contest with you body, which makes it particularly difficult if your relationship is supposed to be secret. Fortunately, he has a bit of a reputation for being creepy or unsettling, so to most of the people it just looks like he's being gross. Sitting? His eyes are on your thighs. Standing? He's entranced by the shape of your breasts. Walking in front of him? He's completely focused on the movements of your ass. It's not even perverted in nature, sometimes he just wants to commit a part of you to memory. It's all fun and games until someone tries to call him out on his behavior, and you have to quickly explain that it's ok, you're not bothered by it. You'll have to scold him later for being so careless. 

"I haven't seen you in this shirt before. It's a little...modest, don't you think?"

2. His hands are constantly cold.

His hands are so cold, you know it's him if he taps you on the shoulder or grabs your arm, because it feels absolutely frigid. You always joke that it's because all the blood is in his brain. That being said, he often warms himself by simply grabbing your breasts. Only when you're cuddling, of course, he'll be spooning you beneath the covers, his freezing hands holding your tits. You can't blame him, you admittedly do the same when your own hands are cold, but it makes it difficult to get comfortable sometimes. It does, however, add a little thrill to when he's carressing your thighs in preperation for the best head of your life, the chill of his hands sliding down your skin to sooth you.

"Stop it, you're hands are too cold, I'm trying to sleep!"

"You said you liked it last night. I don't see how now is any different."

3. He prefers missionary and cowgirl.

While L is capable of most any position, and he enjoys each well enough, missionary or cowgirl is the most practical, and he loves efficiency. It feels good, it's got a nice angle, and it's quick to get into. Other positions might feel better, but it only makes sense that his favorites are ones that check as many boxes as possible.

"Lay on your back, please."

"Didn't you say we were trying something new tonight?"

"I haven't the time. tomorrow."

4. Stress is his biggest motivator.

despite the title, it honestly depends on where you are in the relationship. At first, especially before your first time together, he's fairly dismissive. If he's stressed, and he feels the need to work until it's solved, you take a backseat. He hardly sees you, let alone touches you. Later, however, when he experiences the wonders of sexual relief, you're his go-to. He asks that you stay ready for him, because at any given moment he could have a few minutes to delegate to screwing you.

"I have approximately 6 minutes. I'd appreciate if you gave me a blowjob."

"Oh, really, would you?"

"I would."

5. He's very into foodplay.

Yes, yes, I know, headcannon about L being into foodplay, shocker. It's just too true not to include. If he has a very, very, very rare day off, it's spent indulging in one of his few true fantasies. Remember how I said that missionary and cowgirl are his favorites because it's practical? I lied. While not a position, drizzling strawberry sauce and squirting whipped cream all over your naked body, only to slowly, diligently lick it off would be his absolute, all time favorite thing to do to you.

"Today is christmas. Everyone's gone home, and I'm...listless."

"So then, you want to-"

"yes. Please. Lay on the table."

6. Petnames are practically nonexistent.

He's not a fan of petnames, he sees no use for them. Your name is your name, he knows it, you know it, and so that's what he'll call you. You might shower him in affectionate names, darling, sweetheart, baby, whatever it is, he doesn't care. He just...doesn't use them on you. Occasionally, very rarely, he might call you "my love," or "my dear," or something similar, if he's feeling particularly responsive. Something to note: if he ever calls you any petname, it starts with "my." You're not a darling, or a love, or a dear, your his. If you weren't, you wouldn't be here.

"Could you please do what you did to my shoulders last night?"

"The massage? Sure...wow, you're tense. You should relax more often."

"...Thank you, my love."

7. He keeps a data sheet of everything about you.

It's locked away on a private file of his computer. Yes, you know about it. Yes, he knows you know. Somehow, it's not creepy if he does it, it's just...L. It contains basics, your age, your eye color, your bloodtype. Allergies, if you have them, how intense they are. But it also has the things you'll never see. What he thinks of you in excruciating detail, a daily journal for the things you do and what he thinks of them, ideas of different things to do during sex when he has a little freetime, even a plan of what he'll get you for every possible gift-giving celebration. That's just what you've been able to glean from your interactions, there could be anything else on there. Hell, he could be tracking your cycle.

"I see...and this movie, it's your favorite?"

"I wouldn't say favorite, maybe...top three."

"Top three? I had assumed something similar..."

8. He watches when you sleep.

Especially after sex. He doesn't get the chance to lay with you afterward often, so if he can, he wants to be awake for the experience. He'll lay there, in the dark, watching your eyes move beneath your lids, your breath rise and fall, your heart beat beneath your skin. He's not adept to sleeping, its not something he does often, so he doesn't mind it at all. He also takes the opporitunity to muse about his work. He likes to talk about it, and when you're asleep he figures he can't bore you.

"Are you asleep?"

"..."

"You are, then. I've come to a few conclusions about the kira case that you may find enlightening. Primarily..."

9. He doesn't mind asking you invasive questions.

The only problem is he doesn't know when to ask, especially in public. If you're not supposed to be dating, it makes it even harder, because he'll randomly say things like, "I recall you had an appointment with your gynocologist. Was it a routine checkup, or...perhaps a pap smear?" Dear god, sometimes you want him to shut up. Still, it makes communicating easy. If he wants to know something, he'll ask, at your comfort or not.

"I've noticed you've been unusually short-tempered recently. Has something happened that I should know about?"

"...I've...had a tough week."

"Would you like to tell me about it? I can't promise to be helpful, but I do care about you."

10. He loves to kiss the most random parts of you.

you might be laying in bed, enjoying an evening, when he walks in tired out of his mind. He'll lay next to you, silently, before cuddling up to you. Only then will he ask about your day. He'll listen, but he asked primarily because the sound of your voice soothes him. While you chatter, he likes to kiss wherever his mouth can reach, gentle and chaste. Eventually, he takes your hands and kisses your wrists, then each knuckle on every finger. He might turn you over, just to kiss your forehead, then your cheeks, then your eyes. It's a nice feeling, to have his lips against your skin. it's comforting.

"I can barely focus on talking when you kiss me so much."

"Say whatever you like. I don't have a preference for what words you say, so long as you say them."

[jackoquako]

Burning from the Inside

Yan! Batfamily x neglected! male! meta! Reader

Chapter three: All Your Fault

I do look through the interactions with my fic and block profiles that only use she/her or say “cis girl”.

Summary: Jason dies, and you don't have anyone to blame but yourself. Word Count: 2239 Reading Time: 9:25 (mins:secs) Notes: Ughhhh. I promise i did mean for this to go up sooner, but writer's block kicked my ass to the moon and back and this chapter went through a couple different direction changes before i could finish it. If it sounds clunky, it's because it is. No beta we die like men. In spite of the state of the world, we preserve. This is just the few months after Jason's death. Warnings: Grief, and yn blaming themselves for the death of a loved one, descriptions of yn acting violently (destroying furniture), descriptions of adults screaming at each other. Writer is putting yn through the gauntlet.

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Things had been looking positive too long, apparently. As the summer months bled into autumn and winter, Jason began slowly pulling away. It wasn’t that noticeable at first, just him acting distracted as you two talked and occasionally he’d zone out, his mind wandering away from him. Something was clearly wrong, but you didn’t have the tools to help him. You were just a kid, after all, and only 11 at that. You’d gone to Alfred for help, but he’d only frowned slightly and sighed.

“Master Jason is.. dealing with some unfortunate decisions.” That was all he said.

Sure you understood Alfred trying to keep Jason’s private matters.. Well, private, but you just wanted something, any indicator of how to help or if your friend would be okay on his own. Something had descended upon the manor, a ghost or something akin to it, and everyone else could see it but you. Infuriating was one word for it. Hurtful was another.

You’d done your best, trying to open conversations with Jason but no matter what you did, he just kept pulling away. Though you knew it wasn’t really about you, it still hurt, a lot. One day, Jason came back to himself, being all cheerful once again, and he’d walked side by side with you in the gardens. You didn’t know what exactly caused this snap back to his original personality, but if you were being honest, you were just happy to have your friend back. Maybe it was selfish, but weren’t you allowed to be selfish sometimes?

“My biological mom contacted me.” Jason blurted out as soon as the two of you were under the shade of a tree. He didn’t look over to you.

“Are… you gonna go to her?” You asked awkwardly, the words stumbling out of your mouth. You didn’t exactly want Jason to go, but you wouldn’t stop him. If you had the option to go back to your mom you’d take it, so why couldn’t you be okay with him taking that option. A heavy weight dragged on your heart.

He smiled, eyes fixed on a piece of the horizon. “I don’t know yet.”

But eventually, Jason did have an answer to his issue, and he disappeared. On the first day, you just assumed he was taking time to himself and chose not to bother him. You’d pace around the library, waiting for him and hiding away from Bruce when he came around. But then you woke up with a pit in your stomach on the second day. You hoped you were just being anxious for no reason, as you often were, but Jason didn’t answer when you knocked and Bruce looked stressed out every time he saw you, his eyes staring past you like you didn’t even exist. You knew something was terribly wrong when Bruce left suddenly. You’d watched him for long enough; you knew his schedule, he only took private flights to business meetings on Wednesdays; it was Friday. You went to Alfred immediately. 

He’d been in the living room when you walked in, his attention solely on dusting an already cleaned bookshelf. His eyes shared that same glazed-over look that Bruce had.

“Alfred?” Your voice was quiet, unsure. “Where’s Jason?”

Alfred turned on his heel and looked at you with an expression of some mix of sorrow, hope, and desperation. His eyes were wide and you’d never forget the shake in his even tone even if you tried.

“I don’t know.”

Your stomach turned. The next day was a blur of red. You’d broken the mirror in your room, the blood on your knuckles dripping onto the floor, forever staining it. You screamed and begged for Jason to come home. Had he run away? Had he been taken? Your mind spiraled further and further until Bruce came home. You’d seen the car pull into the driveway from your window. Hoping Bruce would bring Jason in with him, you’d dashed down the stairs and stopped at the bottom step, only for your heart to sink as Bruce walked in alone. Alfred emerged from the doorway that led to the living room, looking at Bruce with the same hopeful expression you’d had on your face only minutes ago.

Bruce spoke first, addressing only Alfred. You doubted the billionaire even knew you were here.

“He’s gone.”

You shattered. Slumping down, you sat on the stair and hugged a banister leg. Anger and sorrow and disbelief fought for dominance in your head. It was dizzying. Among the chaotic mess of thoughts and feelings, you could only think one thing- you were cursed. It seemed that the people you loved were always taken. 

The rest of the day passed in a haze- well that would be an understatement. The following days passed by in a furious blur. Your anger came back. That blinding righteous anger that you’d only just forgotten- how foolish you’d been to forget it. You sat alone in your room for days on end, the door locked with a chair braced against it. Not that it mattered, since nobody came to talk to you.

You understood. Alfred was grieving too. And why would he want to talk to the thing that caused his favorite child to die? You caused this. You were the one who didn’t stop him. Why didn’t you stop him? The perfect wood of the dresser cracked when you pulled a drawer out and threw it across the room. The wood of the bed frame cracked the same way when you slammed your fists into it. The glass of the mirror cut your hands when you smashed it.

The brief satisfaction you’d gained from your destruction was extinguished rather quickly by the same crushing fact that Jason was gone. Nobody was coming to help you, and you were left in the aftermath of your anger, all alone, again.

Something in you had snapped after that day. Your anger stopped coming in deadly tsunamis and instead changed to an ever-present tide, ebbing and flowing with each hour. With your anger in check, you began to observe everyone around you again, just like you did after arriving. 

Alfred was grieving, clearly, but it seemed like he didn’t want that to show. You watched as he stood in the study, dusting the bookshelves slowly. He was reading the title of each book before carefully wiping away the dust on top of the books. If you looked close enough, you’d see the tear tracks still drying on his cheeks. When you shifted your position, he caught sight of you and collected himself. Painting a smile on his face, Alfred turned to you.

“My apologies Master (Y/N), would you like something for lunch?” He asked like he’d always done at noon. But his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Nowadays he looked at you with this indescribable expression, like something you’d seen on your mom’s face sometimes. It was somewhere between guilt and sadness.

You knew it was because he blamed you for this. You were the one who didn’t stoop Jason and he knew.

Alfred seemed to hold it together the best. He would do the things that he’d always done, he’d keep functioning as the blood of the manor, keeping this hellish place alive in spite of the heart of it dying. You tried to not hate him for that. But where Alfred persevered, Wayne crumbled. You watched from the shadows as he crawled from the study to his room every other day. He’d disappear for days at a time, probably losing himself in his next business venture or hookup, you assumed. He’d all but disappeared from the manor entirely. You assumed it was the grief that made him do this, but you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by it anyway. Your mom would never act like that. 

You missed her.

Dick was the one to change the most. He came by even less than before, but when he did he always acted like you were brothers. He’d seek you out like a missile and scoop you up into a crushing hug- this habit you broke by kneeing him in the stomach and scrambling away. He respected your space more after that. When he interacted with Wayne, Dick seemed hollow. His smile would drop, in the opposite way of how Alfred would put his smile on, and Dick would get cold in the way he spoke.

You’d been walking to the library- you did this every wednesday now, as if thinking hard enough would bring your brother back- when you heard it. Yelling. Coming from the private study that Bruce used. You were never allowed in there, and the door was locked when Wayne himself wasn’t in there. As you passed by the closed door, you tried to block out the noise of the shouting, but a mention of Jason caught your attention. Pausing outside the door, you leaned against the wall, and listened.

“Bruce- don’t turn your back on me.” Dick’s voice was stern, angry, and hoarse. He’d been the one shouting. 

You could picture it: Bruce turned towards a window or his desk, ignoring Dick as he’d ignored you. You only felt a little guilty at the flicker of satisfaction that came from Dick being treated as you’d been treated. It was probably the only revenge you could get. 

Bruce’s voice broke through your thoughts.

“You were lucky.”

He sounded tired. Whatever feelings you had about that were hard to decipher. Would your mom sound the same way if she knew you’d caused your sibling to die? Your stomach twisted and your throat closed up, your eyes stinging.

“When you didn’t listen to me, your injuries weren’t fatal.” Bruce paused and you’d imagine he’d be pinching the bridge of his nose like dads in movies did when they were upset.

“Of course-” he started to sound angry, it made your skin crawl. “By the time I properly trained you-”

Trained?

“Are you, of all people, blaming me?” You flinched at the volume. Even through the wall, Dick was loud.

“I left, so Jason replaced me,” Replaced? “And because I left, he died?”

The terms they kept using- trained, replaced- made you nauseous. Jason wasn’t a toy. He was your brother. Why were they talking like that? Tears welled up in your eyes. Why were they talking about your brother like he was nothing? Your brain could just barely grasp the concept of someone being so dehumanising to the brother who helped you so much. It was as if Dick and Bruce were talking in another language, implying things your brain didn’t have the knowledge to express.

“Jason wasn’t me! I was a trained acrobat. I could think quickly in dangerous situations.” 

Don’t say that. Jason was the smartest of everyone here.

Dick was shouting still. “But why’d you let him become Robin before he was ready?!”

Robin.

The tears in your eyes fell. When you looked up, Alfred was standing across from you, his expression distraught as he stared back at you. He must’ve known before you did. Your tears ran down your cheeks and landed on the carpet. Alfred didn’t move.

“Don’t you dare blame me for Jason’s death!” Bruce was screaming at Dick. Something in the sound must’ve alerted Alfred. As you stumbled away from the study, you heard Alfred leap into action, running into the study and breaking up the argument. 

You walked aimlessly until you were in the library. Mind swimming, you sobbed in the dark, quiet room. You’d never missed Jason so much before. You missed your brother. You missed your mom, and the way she’d hug you when you cried. Robin. The name echoed in your head as you cried harder. You weren’t stupid, you paid attention to your classmates when they talked, even if they ignored you. You knew what Batman and Robin were. And now you knew who they were. And Jason didn’t tell you. You collapsed onto the wooden floor, sobbing hysterically. Did he feel like he couldn’t? You would’ve loved him regardless. 

That angry voice in your head, the one that came and went with the tide, whispered so softly in the shadows. Or he was told not to tell you.

Like a puppet being pulled by its strings, you stood. Your blood ran hot in your veins, so hot it nearly hurt. You weren’t the reason Jason died. In a trance, you walked towards the window along the far wall, staring out at the smog-choked sky that always hung above Gotham. 

Bruce Wayne, Batman, is the reason your brother, the only person who truly saw and helped you, is dead. 

Your vision blurred, but not with tears. No, your tears felt like they had dried to your face, the water evaporating. There was fire under your skin and it wanted out. Looking around- for what, you didn’t know- your gaze fell on the stupid grandfather cloak that was always broken. The hands never pointed at the correct time. It was so fucking stupid- to have a clock that didn’t tell the time, let alone such an expensive one. You walked over to it. You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so angry. It was such an obvious tell of how little the adults in this hell cared about anything. They couldn’t even fix a clock.

The glass broke under your fist, and you didn’t even bleed this time.

[fisherrprince]

friends, countrymen. if you feel the urge to go to the chiropractor because your body aches, you do not want a chiropractor, you want a massage.

“but fish” you may say. “that sounds. scary” it’s not. if you really have an aversion to people touching you, at all, ever, maybe this isn’t for you. but a chiropractor isn’t for you either, because they also touch you a lot. In the case that you think you’d be chill with it for an hour, im going to describe in detail more or less what to expect at a massage appointment.

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why not a chiropractor?

we’re not going to get into it, but a chiropractor tries to put your bones back in alignment. This is functionally useless if your tight muscles are pulling on your bones in the first place! They’ll just go back to being achy and out of alignment within the week. You need to be addressing the root of the problem. a massage may not fix it (sorry. it takes work on your part), but it may help your muscles relax so you can train them to chill out and sit in their correct spots. plus it feels nice. if you feel like you need something more intense, go for a deep pressure therapy massage. it digs into your sore muscles without the danger of a chiropractor.

what does the room look like?

in most cases, when a massage parlor has an official building, the massage room is a small dim-ish room with one massage table, maybe a chair, and some cubbies or cabinets either for the masseuse's tools or for your clothes. there may be decorations, candles, fake candles, little speakers, a mirror, or pillows. the massage table looks like a little twin mattress with a donut pillow sticking out the top and blankets covering the mattress. The table is also usually heated, and you can adjust the heat by asking for it.

what stuff is also there?

smells there are smells in there, usually woody, floral, or natural scents like cedar, eucalyptus, lavender, chamomile, or peppermint. sometimes you get to choose your smells. if there's a smell you don't like (eg lavender, which makes me sneeze), politely ask not to use that one. very few massage parlors have no smells at all, but I've found that most places aren't nearly as overwhelming as, say, a bath and body works, which sucks to be in.

music or nature sounds. think stereotypical soft spa music. I've never encountered a situation where the music bothered me, but you can also request to change it.

lotions and/or oils they go on your body, because rubbing your hands against your skin for a long time without a buffer irritates your skin! they are where most of the smells comes from, if there's not a diffuser in the room. again, if a smell is bad, politely request to not use that smell. the oils may also get in your hair or on your underclothes, if you keep them on.

warm things sometimes the masseuse will use warm things, like warm towels or warm rocks, on you. they're usually nice in the same way a hot tub is nice - a little hot at first, and then warm. if they use a warm towel, it's probably going on your feet or back or neck. warm rocks will usually go on your back. I've never encountered warm rocks but they're in the promo pictures so, i suppose you'd need to do something other than a deep pressure therapy massage to get warm rocks.

some talking at the beginning, the masseuse may instruct you to take some deep breaths and relax, like the beginning of a meditation. she will usually not keep talking the entire time unless you're talkative. I often fall asleep.

what am I expected to do?

you'll enter the room, the masseuse will ask you what you want her to focus on, and she'll leave for a few minutes to let you undress. You can undress to your comfort level, but I usually at least decide to go topless, because it helps them reach my back better and my upper back hurts. once you're as comfortable as you can be, slide in under the blankets (both blankets if there's two) on the table and leave only your head poking out. if she doesn't tell you to start on your back or stomach, pick one, doesn't often matter.

you are fully expected to let her know at the beginning if there are areas you don't want her touching, and you're expected to let her know if she's going too hard or too gentle on your muscles. her goal is your comfort and relief!

then what happens?

chillax for a while. the masseuse will move around the table, addressing your muscles bit by bit. usually, they'll start with a scalp massage, and then move down. aside from massaging you, she will often move your limbs around, tuck the blanket around you, or put things like rolled towels or pillows under you at times. you are just supposed to lay there, relax, and let her do so.

good massage feels like anywhere from a nice backrub to that good sore you feel poking a bruise or moving after working out real hard. it should not actively hurt -- let him know it hurts if it does.

what do I do after?

when she leaves the room to let you redress, do that, and then go meet her in the lobby to pay her (if you haven't already) or for a brief touch base. if this is like, a fancy resort massage, they'll have a whole dressing room you're supposed to go back to, so you won't see your masseuse again. he's probably washing up.

drink water! often they'll give you some water afterwards. It's because loosening your tight muscles opens them up to water your body wants to give them anyways, so you might get a little dehydrated.

eat a snack with vitamins in it, like nuts or fruit. if you had a massage that really beat you up (I asked for this a few times while recovering from an injury), take an advil too. Normally, you won't need pain reliever even a little bit.

if it was nice, leave a little tip.

miscellaneous tips

if this is your first time, go for the shortest option so you can see if you like it or not. often, they'll have a first time client discount.

don't be afraid to fall asleep or snore or anything. they don't care.

they also shouldn't care about your body type. To be polite, take a shower at least the night before going in, but I guarantee they couldn't care less about what you look like, only that your muscles are stiff.

don't be too annoyed if you asked for neck and shoulders and the masseuse is hanging out at your feet. remember to specify exactly what you want at the beginning, but your muscles are all connected, and your legs are probably tight too.

try to find an independent company. massage envy might be good for a first attempt if you're worried about them pushing too hard, but they aren't as good or personalized as some guy who's been doing this for 40 years.

when you lay on your stomach, stick your face in the donut pillow in a way that lets your face stick out the hole, but try not to line the middle of your neck up with the edge of the bed. it's a little uncomfy.

you are fully within your rights to wear a mask during your massage.

please tell them your allergies! especially if it's to coconut oil!