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"Sore Spot" Pt 4 FINAL PART A Zosan Comic by Donut Guy

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS STUPID COMIC!!!

I cannot tell you how happy I am seeing people laugh at my sleep deprived work thank you for being so patient and waiting for this final part :] I have a lot of things I'm working on art related along with getting ready to move, my 8-4 job, and getting my name legally changed. It's a lot but I'm happy to find time to work on what I love most, gay people. /hj

Happy end of Pride Month to everyone, I know this isn't the best time for my American pals, I promise we can get through whatever the world throws at us! :)

Be hype for my Sanuso comic I'm making that I may or may not turn into a fanfic because ngl making a fully colored comic does not sound appealing right now after this part taking about 2 months to complete.

Along with the comic, I may make two side stories/illustrations of some concepts in Sore Spot that I never went with.

Thank you, Halo, for helping me out with the grammar and spelling mistakes. I know it's still not perfect, but that's what I get for handwriting this entire thing instead of just using text. :] Ily bro ❤️

Also, apologies for the buns quality tumblr, and its 10 images only will be the bane of my existence!

Anyways Ima probs sleep or watch Kpop Demon Hunters, that or go flirt with inanimate objects (👀) for a lil. (Look forward to fanart of Hector)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Here!

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back for you ★ hwang jun-ho

・❥・ summary: now that junho is free from the memories that had plagued him for so long, he's ready to start his life over with you. unfortunately, his brother inho has a habit of trying to ruining that for him. ・❥・word count: 2.1k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. fingering in an elevator, swearing. established relationship. SQUID GAME S3 SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ・❥・authors note: i swear to you this wasn't meant to be smut but i have a lot of junho feelings. im also bad at writing kids so... i'm so sorry in advance for how bad this might be.

Those first few weeks after Junho had finally found the island only to not get the closure from his brother that he had been craving had been eye opening for him. For so long, he had been focused on finding his brother, getting the answers to the questions that had plagued him for years. It had consumed his life, took over every single thing he did but now? Now, he knew he was never going to know and maybe that was okay. He had done his part, he had tried his best. There was nothing more he could do but move on with his life. So, that’s what he did.

It hadn’t been easy at first, it had taken a lot of time for him to find his new purpose but he had you to help him along the way. Being in a relationship with Junho over the last few years hadn’t been easy but through every single thing, you had stuck by him. That had meant more to him than he could even put into words. A future with you – that was his purpose now. You had been together for about five years. Junho had never wanted to commit fully knowing that he couldn’t give himself to you one hundred percent but now he could. That was why two months after everything had happened with the island, he got down on one knee and proposed to you.

Being your fiance was the greatest honour of his life. It was so freeing knowing that he could finally give himself to you so completely, finally.

“I really liked the red velvet one but the strawberry one was so nice, too,” you said excitedly. The two of you walked hand in hand down the street back to your apartment. Wedding planning was in full swing and today you’d been out cake tasting. It had been yours and Junho’s favourite part of the whole planning process so far. Who wouldn’t love sitting down and trying different cakes for an hour?

“I liked the strawberry one, too. Maybe we should book another tasting just to be sure,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder instead to pull you into his side. You immediately wrapped your arm around his waist, looking up at him with a smile.

“I like the way you think, Hwang.”

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

You laughed which only made the smile on Junho’s face brighter. There was nothing more precious to you than seeing that smile on his face. For so long, all you had seen was him struggling, a smile a rare oddity as he searched for his brother. Life had taken so much from him but now he seemed so carefree. He seemed like the Junho you had met all those years ago back in high school. The one who laughed at everything, who enjoyed the small things in life. You knew deep down that he still thought about Inho and what could have been. You couldn’t blame him. Inho had been such an important part of his life – he had basically raised Junho but he wasn’t the man that Junho had once known. He was a completely different person now. That was why he had finally decided to move on. The brother he once had was long gone, replaced by a stranger he didn’t know. There would always be a part of Junho that was missing but as long as he had you, he knew he’d be okay.

“Is the elevator actually working today? I don’t want to walk up all the stairs again,” you scanned the lobby of your apartment building, eyes lighting up when you saw that the elevator was actually working. 

“Guess they fixed it while we were out,” Junho pressed the button, the elevator doors opening. He guided you inside, pressing the button to the sixth floor where your shared apartment was. As you rested your back against the cool metal wall of the elevator, Junho grabbed you by the waist, his hot breath fanning over your face as he gazed down at you with adoring eyes. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look today?”

“Maybe once or twice but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again,” you rested your hands on the plane of his chest, feeling his muscles tense through his shirt. Junho leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

It didn’t take long for things to heat up. Junho’s tongue traced along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. The second you parted your lips, his tongue met yours in a heated dance. Each time you kissed, it felt like the first time. The sparks ever present like you couldn’t get enough of each other. Your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him as close to you as humanly possible.

Junho’s hand danced along the waistband of your jeans, popping the button open and dipping inside. His fingers slowly, teasingly ran along your panties, already feeling the damp spot forming there. It made him groan into the kiss. It never ceased to amaze him how your body reacted to him, just one simple touch made you a complete mess. Intimacy had been far and few over the years but now he was making up for lost time. Any opportunity he could take to show you how much he loved you, he was going to grasp. His fingers rubbed slow circles against your core, a breathy whine falling from your lips. A smirk adorned his face; he had you right where he wanted you.

“Junho, please,” you said breathlessly. You bucked your hips into his hand trying to seek more friction. There were only a few more floors before you’d reach yours and you so badly needed him to finish what he was starting.

As if sensing your desperation, he slipped his fingers inside your panties, his long digits sliding through your folds with ease. Your slick coated his fingers, making him groan, aching for more. He circled your entrance with one of his fingers, easing a finger inside you which caused you to gasp, throwing your head back in ecstasy. He began moving it slowly, his thumb finding your clit. His eyes glanced over seeing you were at the third floor. He had to speed this up so he moved faster, pumping his finger into you with increasing speed. The hand that was on your hip, held you in place, stilling your movements. When he slipped another finger inside you, the moan you let out was louder than you expected. You had never been more thankful that nobody else was in the elevator with you. Junho added more pressure with his thumb, circling your clit as his fingers drove into you. He knew your body better than anyone, he could tell that you were getting close. You just needed that push. So, he curled his fingers inside you, stroking that spot that made you see stars.

“Oh my god, right there, baby, I’m so close,” you panted. The moans falling from your lips paired with how wet you were against his fingers was making his cock throb in his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get you back to your apartment so he could really show you just how much he loved you.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, the deep rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. “We’re almost at our floor. We don’t want anyone catching us, do we?”

It took one more hard thrust of his fingers before your orgasm came crashing over you. A moan of his name echoed through the elevator. He kept his fingers moving, working you through your orgasm. He could feel your release on his fingers, the sensation making him harder than before. When he was sure you were completely spent, he pulled his fingers from you. Just in time because the elevator dinged letting you know you were at your destination.

You took a moment to take a steady breath in. You needed a moment to collect yourself before you could even think about walking. Junho brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing delicately against your skin. “You okay?”

“I’m great,” you said with a dazed smile. “Can’t wait to return the favour.”

Junho just laughed, guiding you out of the elevator and down the hall to your apartment. Before he unlocked the door, you leaned up on your tiptoes, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, savouring the feeling of your lips against his. It was a miracle that he managed to somehow open the door from behind while you were entangled with each other. He stepped back into the apartment, tearing his lips from yours momentarily. Just as he was about to speak, something caught his eye.

“What…?” He made his way over to the small bundle of blankets. His face paled as he laid eyes upon the last thing he thought he’d ever see in his apartment.

A baby.

“Junho, what’s wr-”

You were stopped in your tracks when you heard the cry of the baby. In his hands, Junho held a small card, the words ‘Player 222, winner’ written on it. Then, he pulled out a debit card, his eyes widening. “....Inho…”

It was almost on instinct that you picked the baby up, holding it against you to soothe it’s crying. You were no expert with kids but you couldn’t leave the poor thing laying there crying. It had been left here for a reason. The sound of his brother's name caught your attention, your confused eyes looking at your fiance with question. “...Inho did this?”

“I… yeah, I think so.” He paused. Never had he felt his heart hammering against his chest so hard before. A sense of panic washing over him. He may not be a detective anymore but it didn’t take one to figure out what this meant.  “I need to… uh, I need to go to an ATM.”

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“You’re kidding me?!” You exclaimed loudly, the baby safely in your arms as you looked over Junho’s shoulder to see the balance on the ATM.

45.6 billion won.

Junho looked like he’d seen a ghost, all the memories of everything he’d witnessed on the island rushing back to him. He knew what this money was, what it meant. It was dirty money but… it was money that could help. Somehow, some way, he knew that Inho knew he needed this. He had a wedding to pay for and now… a baby to care and look after. Children had been a topic of discussion between the both of you but you had decided that you didn’t want to start trying for a few years yet, opting to enjoy just being together first before you brought a child into the world. Now, thanks to Inho, you had no choice.

Junho leaned against the wall beside the ATM. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, letting him know you were there. He wasn’t alone – he never would be again. You spoke softly, trying to reassure him. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I… we can do this. I know we’re not ready but you and me, we can do anything, yeah? We’ve been through worse.”

Junho nodded. “Y-yeah.”

“This baby has nobody, Junho. We have to give it the life it deserves. We don’t want everything that happened to be in vain.”

“I just wish he’d have.. come to me in person. Why won’t he just talk to me?” He sounded so defeated. Of course Inho had a way of ruining everything, setting Junho back just as life had gotten good for him.

“Fuck him,” you said. “What matters now is you, me and this baby. Nothing else. We’re in this together, okay? Inho is a thing of a past. It’s his loss that he’s cut you out, not yours. That is not your burden to bear. You tried, baby. You tried so hard and don’t ever forget that.”

“Okay,” Junho nodded. His eyes landed on the baby. “I saw her. All those months ago on the island. She won the games. I don’t know how, I don’t want to know how or why she was even involved in them but… we can’t ever tell her, okay? I don’t want her to ever know where she came from. Not from that place. She doesn’t deserve to live with that.”

“She won’t. She’ll have a good life with us. Now, come on. We have 45.6 billion and a baby to cater for now. We better go shopping.”

Junho had never been more thankful to have you. The way you could lighten a situation and make him feel like he was going to be okay. It was more than he could ever ask for. Raising this baby wasn’t going to be easy but together, you could do it. You could do anything.

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Fromis App Part 17 (Final): Exit Strategy - Fromis_9 Seoyeon, Jisun, Jiwon, Hayoung, Nagyung, Saerom

A/N: Use the !. @. #. $. %. to quickly skip to the idol you want to read, it's in the order they appear in the title and below.

Seoyeon, Jisun, Jiwon, Hayoung, Nagyung, and Saerom.

One, two, three, four, five, six... and seven. The group Kakao chat is flooded with celebrations and congratulations. Baby storks will be visiting the employees of Fromis App in a few months time, and it's all thanks to you. How did it get to that point though? It all started with a meeting...

!.

"Hey oppa."

"Hey Saerom, what's everyone doing here?"

"Oh, we thought it's best everyone is here for the meeting."

"You never told me what it's about, and Chaeyoung was evasive." You look around, and realize Chaeyoung isn't here, oddly enough. "Where is she anyways?"

"Home, I assume, or shopping for new clothes." Saerom claps her hands and gets everyone's attention. "Meeting's starting!"

"So, as most of you know, the Fromis company is being bought out, and the FROMIS app will be absorbed into their platform."

"Is... That good or bad?" you ask Saerom.

"Good, we get paid out very nicely. However, a condition of the pay out is that we stay on, golden handcuffs, if you will."

"I see." The other employees look bored, like none of this is news to them—Nagyung is on her laptop, Jisun's on her phone, and Seoyeon is writing in her notebook. "Why am I here then? I'm not an employee."

"I'm getting to that. As I said, we have to stay on, but there's a way around it, and we want you to help us."

"Help you?"

"Yes. There's a way we can stop working but still fulfill the golden handcuffs requirement, and that is if we go on maternity leave."

"Maternity leave, how am I—" You stop yourself mid-sentence, the blood suddenly pounding in your ears.

"Word around the office is you're having plenty of sex with all of us, and you added Chaeyoung to the list recently?" You suddenly felt put on the spot, like you've been caught with your hand (or cock, in this case) in the cookie jar.

"Umm, yes."

"Then we're all set. We've gone off birth control, so just keep doing what, or who I guess, you're doing, and just let things happen naturally."

"Right. Uhh, what if I can't make it happen? I haven't gotten tested or anything to make sure, you know, that everything works."

"Oh no no, we've tested you. You're very potent. You've only had sex with Chaeyoung once right?"

"Right, one night, but it was er, multiple times."

"Close enough, you're batting a hundred percent then."

"You mean—" The gears in your head turn just slow enough for Saerom to fill in the blank for you.

"Yes, that's why she isn't here, she's already on leave."

"And you're sure I did it?"

"You're the only guy she's slept with in months, so we're very sure. First time she gets some, and bam."

"Huh, okay, I guess that's good? What happens if all of you go on maternity leave though, can the company still run?"

"Yes yes, we have Jiheon our maknae, she can handle things, she's very good." Saerom dismisses your concerns. "That's all from me. Anyone else?" You spy someone fidgeting from the corner of your eye, but Saerom continues. "No? We're done then, this was more for you to know than anything, everyone else already understands and agrees." As they begin to file out, you call them back.

"Wait, I think Seoyeon's ready."

"Ready for?" You walk over to Seoyeon, and she doesn't resist when you pull her out of her chair.

"For us to go public." You bend her over the conference table, kissing her as the others gasp. You feel under her skirt, smiling into the kiss—she's not wearing any underwear. "This is what we've been doing in the building the whole time. We've just kept it under wraps." You shimmy your pants and boxers down, rubbing your cock against her slit before pulling it away briefly, just to show them how shiny Seoyeon has already made it. There are no gasps this time, just everyone holding their breaths, focused on the lewd scene unfolding in front of them.

"But since we all know what's going to be happening from now on, I don't think there's any need to hide what we do, is there Seoyeon?"

"No..." It comes out as a brittle sigh, her pussy clenching around your shaft sliding in. "It's okay if they see now. See how you use me, how I use you." She tilts her head, reaching for your neck as you continue pumping into her from behind. She sucks on your skin, leaving marks unabashedly on you.

"We should give them a better view," she whispers.

"Hold on then." Seoyeon leans back, rolling up her skirt and wrapping her hands around your neck. With a grunt you stand and lift her by her spread knees, showing everyone just how you're splitting her open. The atmosphere in the room immediately gets charged with arousal—to see you so openly lifting and fucking their petite colleague in an obvious show of virility and strength is causing their imaginations to run wild, about what you would do to them. You start moving slowly, pulling out almost all the way before pumping upward into her, to emphasize your cock disappearing into Seoyeon's fertile body.

"Ohh fuck, that's so deep!" Seoyeon cries out, getting into the act of being fucked so brazenly. Before, the thrill of getting caught was what turned her on—the danger of letting a moan leak, a squelch of her pussy if she's inevitably too wet and fucked too fast, the ability to hear others talking nearby, oblivious to your illicit act with her. But now, Seoyeon's finding the rush of being openly watched just as enticing—she's whining and whimpering, so wet that she's dripping down your balls, and she can see her colleagues looking at her. None of them are even moving, let alone trying to leave or hide their eyes, no they're openly watching, and getting aroused.

Getting aroused due to Seoyeon.

"Nngh I'm cumming!" All of them watch Seoyeon's legs shake helplessly in your arms as you ram an orgasm up through her, her head thrown back against your shoulder, a heel dangling loosely off one foot. In minutes you've wrecked her oh-so-perfectly, taking her apart so easily that there leaves little doubt in their minds—you're going to make them all cum their brains out while you breed them.

"Alright, tell me when," you mumble into Seoyeon's ear, ramping up your thrusting, bouncing her up and down a little to really drive yourself deep into her.

"Now please!" You let Seoyeon slip down slightly, and she is impaled deep on your cock as you unload into her. The others gasp as they watch a spurt of cum leak out from around your shaft—just how much did you cum that you're immediately leaking out of her? Seoyeon's low moan of satisfaction rumbles against your chest as you continue pumping potent seed into her. You draw your hips back, and lifted over the conference table Seoyeon shows them just how much you've left in her—a repeated thudding sound is heard as drop after thick drop of semen hit the table, staining the black varnish white.

You put Seoyeon back down, and she manages to straighten her skirt and fix her tousled hair a little before sitting down and cleaning the cumstain she just left, trying to pretend as if everything was normal.

"Let me know if you need another Seoyeon," you say, as if you're referring to the tissue paper you just handed her, rather than the baby you put in her.

"Sure, thanks oppa," she answers just as casually.

Seoyeon did ask you for more, but it was quickly clear that the first round got the job done, and she sent the group the first positive test to many cheers.

@.

Jisun was the second one to send the group a positive test, but it came in the most surprising of ways—you finished using a condom!

"F-Fuck my ass, fuck it hard oppa!" Your arms burn as you ram the dildo hard into her ass. It was a compromise—Jisun wanted you in her ass, but that would be counterproductive to being reproductive, so she settled for damming herself on top of your cock as you filled her ass "manually". You could feel the dildo going through her, rubbing against your cock basically, but what's more enticing is Jisun's tits, dangling right in front of you like juicy melons as she arches her back on each deep thrust into her ass.

"Oh— Oh yes, suck on them!" You do just that, leaving her pointed tips shiny and dripping. Speaking of shiny and dripping, Jisun lifts her hips briefly, showing you just how slick your cock and the dildo have become before slamming herself back down on you.

"Fuck!" She screams as she double-penetrates herself. Jisun kisses you, grinding herself on your cock, rocking her hips back and forth, making both cock and dildo pump into her like a well-lubed engine. "Wish you could cum in both my holes..."

"Could go a second round, make you a runny mess down there." You squeeze handfuls of her chest, showing her just how little you would mind doing that.

"You think you could? Don't you— Hnngh! Need to save some for the others?"

"You can cook me something healthy and hearty, give me more energy after." You keep Jisun hips down, keeping her hilted on you as you sit up, allowing you to slam the dildo over and over into her ass. She slumps into you as she cums.

"Oh god my ass... Is all this just a ploy to get me to cook for you?" she asks, hair tickling your cheeks as she nuzzles you.

"Maybe, you are the best cook out of all of them, unless you think otherwise."

"How dare you, of course I am!" Jisun leaves a hickey on you in revenge. "God, such a Casanova aren't you? Sleeping around with everyone, and then judging their cooking after?" You kiss her harshly in response, her lips rosy red from your passionate indignance.

"Says the pure and chaste lady who agreed to be bred by me in a group effort, and has both her holes plugged up right now?"

"Fair." She sighs as you begin moving the dildo again—you didn't mind just staying inside Jisun, letting yourself last as long as you could as you played with her ass. "Best cook, what else am I the best at?"

"You have the best thighs." You run your hands up and down her juicy thighs, squeezing them.

"Don't let Saerom hear that."

"Best tits." You definitely take the chance to squeeze those, hearing her gasp as you flick her nipples.

"Don't let Hayoung hear that."

"Best pussy." You grind up into her, hearing her whine.

"Don't let any of them hear that."

"Best ass." You're gripping her cheeks, kneading them appreciatively.

"Don't let Chaeyoung hear that."

"Hm, best ass that let's me play with it." You apply a bit of pressure to the dildo, pushing it that little bit deeper and feeling Jisun tighten in response.

"Good point, but I think you're missing something."

"Am I?"

"Yup." Jisun leans in close, nibbling at your earlobe as she humps you. "Best mommy."

"Yeah? You think you'll be the best mother?"

"Not mother, mommy." You groan as her pussy contracts around you tightly—Jisun never skipped on her kegels. "Best at getting herself knocked up. I'm going to drain you right now, then I'm going to feed you, and then I'm going to drain you again."

"Fuck Jisun that sounds good." She was barely moving or bouncing on top of you, and yet your cock feels like it's getting tugged on, pulled on over and over to try and get your cum out of you.

"Yeah? Does it feel good? Does trying to make me a mommy feel good?" Jisun's breathing heavily too—your hand never stopped moving, fucking her ass with slow thrusts of the dildo.

"Yes, fuck yes Jisun!"

"Then cum, give me that thick cum you've stored up, give— Hnngh!" Jisun takes it from you, cumming from the anal stimulation, and her suddenly uncontrollable tightening around your shaft has you launching your potent load up into her. She collapses on top of you, her chest cushioning her fall and pressed against you, your heartbeats thundering in tandem. As you soften you feel your crotch get warmer, your load beginning to leak out of her.

"Can I feed you later?" Jisun asks quietly.

"You don't have to, I was kidding about the whole cooking thing."

"No, not that... I know we shouldn't waste any of it, but I really want you in my ass."

"No one else has to know, if you really want it."

"Okay." Without a second word Jisun slips down your body, her plump lips around your shaft promptly, cleaning you and getting you hard again. Your eyes are closed, enjoying her cleanup effort. You even let out a decadent moan when you feel your cock get squished between two comfortable pillows—Jisun's really trying to get you as hard as you can. You only open your eyes when you hear a crinkle.

"Condom?"

"Just in case I want you to plug the leak." She turns around to show you, her lightly parted lips still dripping with your load, and right above it, the dildo still deep in her. "But what are you waiting for?"

Jisun has a point. You pull the dildo out of her with little ceremony and plug the gaping hole immediately, a deep groan bursting from her lungs as you push the air out of her. You're definitely deeper in her compared to the dildo, because her reactions to you pumping in and out of her now are nothing like before—her cries are loud and unadulterated, flesh rippling as you pump into her ass. Jisun pushes her hips against you, trying to get you deeper into her, and you lift her slightly, her knees almost off the bed when you pull and yank her small juicy body against you.

"Hnngh fuck! Don't stop, open me up!" You slap a hand on her cheek and pull, making Jisun's hole stretch that little bit more. "Oh god I missed this, missed a real cock in my ass." She whines when you pull out, and looking past where you're plugged in her ass you see the puddle of cum get bigger by the moment, each thrust making her clench and shake, causing more to drip out. "Uhff!" she's huffing, groaning as you stretch out her second hole. You lean over her, grabbing a breast and squeezing it, playing with her stiff tip.

"Such a handful, literally," you snarl and kiss her wanting lips. "Wasting a perfectly good load too."

"Sorry, ah, sorry!" You slap her thighs, red handmark planted conspiciously on her thigh—no short dresses for Jisun for a while, and then for a few months after. You pull on her tits, squeezing them and leaving them red too. Jisun isn't a glutton for punishment, but she doesn't mind at all when you get a little rough, her soft flesh jiggling perfectly to absorb everything you have for her.

"Just cum with my cock in your ass already." You pull back to the very tip before slamming home into Jisun's ass, and she detonates with a choked cry. She shivers underneath you, anal walls gripping you tighter than ever, and you simply let yourself go, your throbbing cock pushing against her contractions, filling the condom fully. You land on top of her, and her arms give way, the two of you collapsing on the bed.

"Ah... fucking unbelievable..." Jisun sighs, kissing your cheek.

"Remember, no more anal until the job's done."

"I know I know. Just, just leave it in me for a little longer."

When you finally pull out, you're soft, and devilishly you leave the condom in her ass.

"Take it out, it's going to spill out if I sit up!" Jisun whines.

"No, now you have two loads in your holes, just like you wanted." You stay the night, and your nose wakes up to the smell of Jisun's delicious cooking the next morning. To both you and Jisun's pleasant surprise, a few weeks later her test comes back positive even if your final load with her ended up in a rubber.

Buoyed by Jisun's meal the third positive reading came quite quickly after the second...

#.

"About time you came over, my stocks aren't doing so well, so I need another line to be going up." Jiwon flashes her prepared pregnancy kits at you.

"I'll try my best." Jiwon's hands land on your shoulders, gently squeezing you, pulling you close... And then she pauses, nose crinkling.

"Jisun?"

"Yeah, I spent the night with her."

"Do you need to take a day off today? It's no good trying and trying and not getting enough rest." You hold Jiwon's hands, interlocking fingers with her before letting them drift down her palms and to her wrists, growling as you watch them go limp.

"No, Jisun made me a delicious meal, and I'm ready to have another one." Jiwon's eyes flutter shut, ready to be eaten. She sighs when you breath on her neck, and she's trembling in your hands—a fertile Jiwon is simply ready to be devoured. "You don't want me to take a day off do you? You want this so bad."

"Y-Yeah, I, I really want it." It leaves her as a whimsper, a whimper and a whisper. You're happy to take your time kissing Jiwon, her hands resting on your shoulders as you move yours down her body, feeling her curves through her dress. "Please, let's go to the bed."

"Okay." Jiwon's eager, and she jumps into you, wrapping her legs around your hips. But almost immediately she lets herself down, an alert ringing in from her home office. "Oh, let me just check—"

"No." You hug her from behind, making her feel what she's responsible for against her lower back. "What are you doing?"

"The US markets, they just opened over there, let me check my investments—"

"No, not tonight." You re-wrap your arms around Jiwon, pinning them to her sides. "Just hold and let things... grow." A hand runs down to her belly, and Jiwon shudders as you press firmly down on her, where she's going to grow.

"Just let me take a quick look—"

"Fine." You lift Jiwon, carrying her to her office and plopping yourself in her chair with her in your lap. "You have one minute." Jiwon's hands shoot forward to her keyboard, and your hands are not idle either, pulling her dress up.

"30 seconds," you hiss, feeling the immediate bare skin between Jiwon's thighs—no panties, god, she's just begging to be bred at this point.

"It hasn't even been 30 seconds yet!"

"I don't care." You pull Jiwon's dress up further and manage to shimmy your bottoms off just enough to pull your hardness out. "5 seconds." You're already sliding into her.

"Hnngh wait, ah!" You push yourself off the chair, tipping Jiwon forward against the desk. "Bed, bed!"

"Can't wait," you're grunting, hand slipping under the side of her dress and pawing at her chest. Maybe it's Jisun's meal, or the sight of Jiwon in what is effectively a honeymoon dress, but you feel your thoughts slipping away. "Fucking you now."

Jiwon isn't fairing much better, the graphs and tickers on her screen blurring with every thrust into her. She's already forgotten what she wanted to do, why she needed to look at the market today. All she can feel is your cockhead pressing right against her womb, your hands firmly around her hips—she's not going anywhere until she's thoroughly "invested" in.

"Oh god, right there, you're so deep, too deep!" Her face is pressed into the keyboard, leaving imprints on her cheek but hopefully not actually triggering any hotkeys on her computer. Your breath is hot in her ear, huffing as you shake the desk, slamming into her from behind. Briefly you feel her flail her legs against you before she hiccups cutely and goes limp. You spy her expression as you kiss her cheek—Jiwon's eyes are rolled into her head, mouth open, drooling on to her keyboard. A warm spray of her juice splatters against your thighs—she's your prey, conquered and submitting to the pleasure, to her desires both carnal and biological. With a satisfied growl you press yourself over her, and Jiwon whines as her womb is filled with thick, almost syrupy, semen, laden with virility. Her mind's playing tricks on her, but Jiwon almost feels heavier when she's pulled back on to the chair on top of you.

"I expect rapid growth from you."

"Me too," Jiwon leans back against you, sighing into your neck. "Feels so thick, like it's never going to come out..." She's playing with the little bit leaking from her pussy.

"That's the goal. Do you need to do anymore checking?"

"No, it's a lost day already. The money's made in the opening minutes." Jiwon wraps her arms around your neck, pouting a little. "Take me to bed, I'm going to need... an injection of liquidity."

You carry her to the bedroom, and Jiwon pushes you away with a giggle once you get there. She makes a show of removing her dress, a bit of pointless flirting as you're already hard again at the sight of the complete lack of underwear underneath and your previous load sliding down the inside of her thighs.

"You know," you're on top of her now, her thighs loosely spread for you—she already wants more. "I'm thinking this might not be a good investment, you're staying up late all the time, ignoring your agreed upon responsibilities to check the market. Where's the condom, I might need to protect my investment." It's a fake threat, and like a magnet your cock is already drawn to Jiwon's warm core, entering her with a smooth thrust.

"No! I'll be good, I promise."

"What do you promise? I hope you're not making risky trades."

"No, no more risky trades, no more crypto, only safe investments from now on."

"Crypto? Oh no, that's very risky. I really might need a condom." You tease her, hands playing with her chest once more—not big, but they're plenty fun handfuls.

"No, no more. I'll be safe so..." Jiwon wraps her legs around your back, locking you in. "Please do me raw."

"Always," you groan as you pull and push back into her, her wetness and tightness and creaminess almost overwhelming you—damn Jiwon is needy right now. Every gasp and sigh is designed to pump blood to your cock, every drag of her nails across your back primally calculated to get your balls to start producing more sperm, every squeeze of her thighs around you fundamentally insistent on getting you to leave her a bubbling fertilized mess.

You do just that.

"Oh god, right there, fuck me right there, please cum, give me cum, I want it, I want it I want it I want it—" Jiwon yelps when you slam into her and then don't move. She hears the raw growl that rips from your throat, and then feels the sudden burst of warmth inside her, and she's tipped over the edge one last time. She loses herself, contracting around you, the bed instantly wet as she squirts uncontrollably with a loud wail. The rush of fluids over your cock make you fuck her even harder, sending the last few potent shots of cum even deeper into her.

"So warm, so happy..." Jiwon sighs at the creamy mess your connection has become, a weight lifted off her back and perhaps growing elsewhere in her.

"You made such a mess."

"Your fault, I can't help it, you make me feel so good, I get so wet, and then it just happens."

"Well, there's going to be quite a few messes to clean up soon, good to get some practice now." Jiwon blushes a vivid pink at the thought.

"Hopefully you're right."

$.

While you waited on Jiwon's positive test, you got to work on Hayoung's, and work it was, considering the time and place of it happening.

"You want to do it... here?" You're somehow back in the security room, having Hayoung drag you through the gradually emptying out hallways of the company. She's somehow pulled a whole couch into the security room. "Where did you even get this?"

"Lounge, with people leaving and you knocking some of us up and out, we don't really need it in the lounge anymore, so I thought, why not?"

"That's true, but why'd you ask me here?"

"Why do you think?" Hayoung pushes you to the couch, a playful tilt to her voice.

"You really want to do it here?"

"Why not, we've done it plenty of times here."

"I guess, just figured you'd want some place more private."

"This is plenty private, besides, where else can we have so much screen space." Before you can ask what she means by that, she pulls up multiple recordings—the time you fucked Jiwon in Saerom's office, the few indiscretions you had with Seoyeon, the other time you fucked in Saerom's office, except this time it was Nagyung. Front and center though, was the recording from when you bred Seoyeon right there in front of all of them in the conference room.

"Hmm, I guess this is more than appropriate," you murmur as Hayoung settles in front of you, allowing you to wrap an arm around her. It was almost like a intimate movie night, except the movie was porn.

"Yeah, what's one more fuck in the office?" Hayoung turns to kiss you passionately, and your hand slips under her shirt, her smooth skin raising goosebumps in the cold whirr of the security room AC.

"Mm, what's one more baby made in the office?" You undo her pants, and Hayoung quickly shimmies it off as you get rid of your own jeans. Your hand dives underneath her thin panties, feeling her wetness—she's ready.

"Ah, just do me like this, do me while we watch the videos." You kick off your boxers and pull her panties to the side, and leisurely you slide into Hayoung, her raised leg resting on yours a little awkwardly to give you access.

"Is that comfortable?"

"It'll be fine, just stay in me." The couch creaks slightly as you start moving, pushing in and out of Hayoung best you could. Underneath her shirt you push her bra up, palming her pebbled tips, and she sighs contentedly. "That's nice, keep doing it."

Watching the security footage of you fucking the other employees, neither of you hurry, slowly getting both of you wetter and harder as time passes.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask her.

"Wondering what they were feeling, what they thought as it happened? I wonder what Seoyeon and Jisun felt when you did it."

"Having second thoughts?"

"No, just, it's nice to share you, but I also wonder what they felt."

"You really are an F. What about you, what are you feeling?"

"Feels nice, but also um, nervous? Like I know this is peak fertility for me right now and— Oh!" Hayoung gasps as she feels you twitch inside her, getting a little bigger. "You like that?"

"Yeah, you never wondered about how I felt?" She blushes a little, looking almost ashamed.

"Not really? Not my best F moment."

"I'll tell you later, you said you are nervous?" Hayoung's starts unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her delectable chest to you, her bra misplaced thanks to your hands.

"Yeah, it should feel different right, but how different would it feel, and don't accidents happen? So that means it didn't feel different, so I'm not sure—" You kiss Hayoung to quiet her, pulling her leg over your hips, trying to angle yourself deeper into her.

"How did that feel?"

"Good, you're really deep." Hayoung's hand drifts down to her tummy, and you join her there, letting her guide you to gently press on her lower abdomen. "You're like... here or something."

"Does this feel different?" You nudge forward, trying to reach even deeper, until you can't go any further, pushing against the end of Hayoung. You can tell it does, her breath catching in the kiss. "That's where I'll be when I cum." Hayoung clenches around you in response, she realizes what the difference is—intent. The accidents are merely a possible consequence of unprotected sex, but now, Hayoung's actively trying, and you're very actively trying to knock her up. A thrill runs up her spine, and Hayoung's sensitivity spikes immensely.

"Yes it does feel different, you're so, ah, hard!" All of a sudden Hayoung's pussy is milking you, contracting around you like she's on edge.

"Yeah? You like it more now?"

"Yes, it's so hot, oh fuck." Hayoung suddenly feels far too hot in the cold security room, she's going into some sort of heat. "T-Tell me how it feels for you!"

"It feels better than regular sex, you get extra sticky inside, so nice to thrust into."

"Hnngh more, tell me more!"

"It's so hot when you tell me you're fertile, and I don't have to tell you when I'm close, because there's no fucking doubt where I'm going to finish, you're practically begging for it."

"Yes I- I am, I will! Did the others beg too?"

"In their own ways." Hayoung's begging for your cum in her own way, legs and arms trying to loop around your hip and shoulders and through your limbs, as if tying herself to you so you can't pull out. "Seoyeon scratches the hell out of me, Jisun drains me with both holes. You know the best part?"

"What is it?"

"They cum extra hard, they love it so much it feels so good, and then I— fuck!" The mere thought of cumming hard has Hayoung writhing against you, and she's dragging you down with her, forcing you to do just as you planned to describe. Hayoung feels it briefly before the stars take her—you exploding deep inside her, filling her womb with potential life! She's not sure if she's screaming or not, but by the time she comes down, her throat is strained raw, her limbs like jelly, and yet she feels fulfilled, satisfied at the deep breaths you take against her neck.

"Fuck, I cum just like that," you manage. You continue grinding your hips into Hayoung mindlessly, trying to drain your balls fully inside her.

"Wow, it feels like that every time?"

"Yeah, we'll do it as many times as needed."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Until we get a positive." Slowly Hayoung gets on top of you, a small grin on her face.

"You have a loophole, I'm just never getting a test then."

"I guess we'll have to keep trying then." A few strokes from Hayoung is enough to get you hard again, and her creamy warmth envelopes you this time.

"I guess so, and this time, we're going to film it."

%.

Hayoung did eventually do a test, and much to the surprise of a few people (including you) who opened the message in public, Hayoung attached a "home recording" of the process to the message too. Regardless, Hayoung was satisfied biologically if not hedonistically (she tried to get you to film the others even), but you could focus on those who come after. And poetically, just like the first time you found FROMIS app, as if it was written, Saerom and Nagyung demanded to do it with you, together.

"Oppa, wait till you see what we brought."

"I'm already the luckiest guy in the world, you don't need to tell me I got luckier."

"Well, we might need a little bit more luck. It's never a guarantee, but we'll try to stack the odds in our favor," Nagyung chirps, carrying two large grocery bags full of food and water.

"Stack the odds how? With those grocery bags?"

"That's just for the week. No Jissen cooked up some herbal tea for you, and some floral tea for us. I tried a sip and ugh, I had to do everything to make sure I had enough energy for tonight." As Saerom tells you that, you feel just how warm she is when she slips her arm around your elbow.

"Horny?"

"More than that, I got myself off like three times and it barely changed anything. It's all sticky and gooey, like I need someone to get in me and clean me out, to rub against me everywhere inside I— You're going to have to fuck me first," Saerom ends quietly, blushing at her own neediness.

"She made me promise not to drink it until after the first round, I don't know what Jisun unnie cooked but Saerom hasn't been quite right the whole day." You see how right Nagyung is when you get into the elevator—Saerom's practically rubbing against you, leaning into your body, hungry for skin-to-skin contact. As soon as you're inside Saerom's apartment she's on you, hands already lifting your t-shirt.

"Go ahead and get started, I'll make sure the fridge is well-stocked." Nagyung's only halfway through emptying the first bag of groceries when she hears Saerom's moan of relief.

"God unnie, you really couldn't wait could you?" Nagyung quickly pushes the entire second grocery bag into the fridge, slamming it shut behind her before she hurries to get in on the action.

"Nakko, it feels so good!" Saerom squeals in greeting. She's riding you in reverse cowboy, all of her clothes still on except for her panties. Saerom rolls her hips like no tomorrow, making sure your cock rubs against every inch of her walls, and Nagyung has the perfect view, watching Saerom's gooey cream coat your shaft liberally. Your arms hook Saerom's shoulders, pulling her back on to you in a great show of her flexibility, and Nagyung's round eyes almost pop when she sees the smallest of bulges between Saerom's legs, where your cock is jammed up against her front wall. 

"God you're so fucking tight right now!" Saerom groans and grunts as you plow into her from below, her toned body bucking and bracing against the hold, trying to slam herself down on to you. She keeps asking you to fuck her harder, and the squelch between her legs gets lewder and lewder until things reach its natural climax. From Nagyung's point of view it is less an explosion and more of a bubbling over, your cum slowly leaking out of the connection, but internally Saerom is exploding, the pleasure driving her pussy to grip and milk you until you've painted every inch of her walls with cum.

"Wow, unnie, are you okay?"

"Never better. Get oppa his tea, and then it's your turn." You're quickly fed a cup of Jisun's herbal tea, and as soon as Nagyung's done stripping you're on her, mirroring Saerom's own aggressiveness.

"Fuck Nagyung, what's in that tea?" You can feel the blood rushing down your body and a tingling down there, like your reproductive system is working on Adderall or perhaps more appropriately, Red Bull. The warmth gathers between your legs, and the more you see Nagyung naked in front of you, the less brain function you have.

"I don't know, Jisun unnie made it. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, but I— Yeah I need to cum in you." Your mind is a little blunt, your actions even more so as you grab a handful of Nagyung's chest and squeeze.

"Looks like someone's ready," she purrs, and she manages to get on top of you. You throw your head back, the warmth of her walls almost cooling to the fire in your hips.

"Ohhh, yeah that's good, that feels good." To your tea-addled brain Nagyung's wrapped around you like she was always meant to be, but to Nagyung she feels like she's being spread, stretched, expanded, hollowed out, all the synonyms for "boring a hole straight to her womb" all at once.

"Nngh you're too big!" The blood rushing to your cock making you one large breeding stick buried deep in her.

"No, just almost too big." You grab Nagyung's tiny waist and begin moving her up and down your cock, leaving her wailing in intense pleasure. You're spreading her thin, stretching her walls and making sure you're hitting every spot that just lights her brain up.

"It's... Haah!" she tries to move her hips to keep up with you, but it's no use—her legs don't work, her muscle control no longer there as you overload her with bliss, and she hasn't even drunk the tea yet! She leans back, trying to get away from you a little. But it just makes things worse, you're push against her front walls like you did with Saerom earlier, grinding against her g-spot .

"Too much, it's too much unnie!" Nagyung wails to Saerom, who's now providing her with support, letting Nagyung lean against her while she's fucked up and into.

"You can do it, he's going to cum soon, he's going to cum so deep in you..." Nagyung can feel it too, your throbbing length pushing against her pussy, and she's responding in kind, clenching around you.

"I— Ahh!" Nagyung snaps, and she bucks so hard you slip out of her, to disastrous results. You're bucking as well in orgasm, and as you slip out everyone notices the effect of Jisun's tea—the strength and volume of your eruption is so great that your first shot of cum blasts them across the face. Subsequent shots land on Nagyung, staining her skin in white all over.

But you're not done.

"Move, get her the tea." You wave Saerom off, flipping Nagyung on her stomach, cum and all soiling the bedsheets.

"Oppa?"

"Haven't cum in her yet." Saerom watches you stroke yourself hard and quickly follows your order. She returns to find you proneboning Nagyung, hands on her lower back—this time you're not slipping out of her.

"So, hnngh, good..." Nagyung trails off, eyes rolling in her head. Despite her improved stamina over time, something about the way you're fucking her now is unmanageable. Her petite pixie body trembles as you bounce your hips off her again and again, and when you cum this time, you sink fully into Nagyung and growl.

"Take it all!" Her hands grip the sheets, tighter and tighter as you continue to fill her, until finally the heat becomes too much, she chokes a sigh out and goes limp. When you pull out you see that you've left her drooling from both holes—spit from one, cum from the other.

"God she's out again. What now?" Saerom asks. You spy the white trickle down the inside of her thigh, and the need to add to that trickle flares up.

"Want to go again? Grab one of mine?"

"Are you— Yeah, okay." Saerom almost wants to question you, but she stops short—you're sweaty, flushed with exertion from the latest round with Nagyung. You should be tired, spent, drained, yet you still want to knock her up, and it makes Saerom feel wanted like never before. When she comes back with your drink you make her wait, pulling her down next to you.

"Love shot."

"Cheesy." Saerom laughs before hooking her arm around yours, the two of you downing your shots of sex in one gulp. "It's so much stronger!" You feel a tug on your neck—she's pulling you down with her, chest heaving and legs spread. 

"You okay?" You hover over Saerom, your eyes meet, and Saerom's pupils dilate right in front of you, her grip around your neck tensing.

"Yeah I— I need you. Put a baby in me." She's still more coherent than you, because all you can manage is a simple nod. You push in, groaning as you watch Saerom's abs flex—she's gripping you tighter than before! As soon as you're in she wraps her legs around you, and she's already bucking up into you, trying to get to the fucking right away. Saerom's so tight but so wet, so easy to push into, and both of you are delirious with need.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder!" she cries into your ear, and you slam into her, drawing out yelps of pleasure. The two of you are one organism, working in tandem to produce another. Saerom whines for you to get deeper, so you push her legs back, folding her in half and letting you plunge into her tightness fully. A dull twinge runs through Saerom—either from you thumping against her cervix or from her legs being pushed so far back, but it didn't matter, so long as you cum deep in her.

"Cumming," you grunt, and Saerom quickly plays with her clit, wanting to finish with you, to have her body drain you at the perfect time. Her ankles seize around your neck, holding you there as you pour a full load straight into her womb, drowning it with potent seed. Neither of you are done though, and after a short rest period of kissing and catching your breath in between the kisses, you're ready for more.

"Doggy." You're reduced to one word sentences, but Saerom follows your actions, letting you flip her around and pull her hips up. As soon are you're hard enough you start rutting into her, humping her like it was the only thing you knew how to do. You watch her ass and thighs jiggle against you, back muscles flexing in pleasure, and you need to see more of it, so you fuck her harder, getting bigger inside her as you're back to full hardness.

"That's it, fill me up again, need your baby—" Saerom feels it too, your thrusts reaching deeper into her again, the throbbing inside her pussy becoming more insistent. Saerom finds herself moaning into a sudden kiss, her head suddenly twisted to face you.

"Our baby." Saerom whimpers into your mouth, her emotions turned up to eleven. Pinned underneath you, her tongue thrashing against yours is the only way she can express her pleasure right now, and it is twisting and tangling, wanting every part of you to hold her down and breed her.

"Give it to me, I want our baby. Lock me down and knock me up."

"This is the one." The tea is wearing off, you're more coherent now, and there's only clarity as to what's going to happen.

"Yes!" Saerom simply agrees, gasping as you start thrusting even harder.

When it happens both of you burst into loud moans of satisfaction, hot virile seed rushing out of you and into her, the biological pressures of shooting and squeezing working to fill Saerom to the very brim and then some. You collapse on top of her, breathing heavily, leaving hickeys on her neck and more than a trickle down her thighs.

"You know, I'm so glad you found the app," Saerom whispers.

"I'm so glad you found me," you argue back, kissing her tenderly.

--

Fast forward to today, somehow the plan went off without a hitch, the company is doing fine, even doing some sort of a re-launch with a few employees that ended up sticking around, but that's none of your business anymore. You have a new FROMIS to care about.

Final ROMance Is Saerom.

A/N: That's a wrap to the series. I actually started thinking and planning this during Chaeyoung's chapter, but then time was cut short by the new Fromis comeback (go check that out!). Sadly I couldn't get this out before the comeback, but because of that I get to use that Jisun pic lol. I'll still write for the members, but just wanted to put a cap on the series. Thanks for reading!

[bewitched-hours]

"hey fine shyt.." I say as I lean over the wall, my height towering you "can you make.. heh. Yan!paycheck x reader who's their local cashier.." my voice low and suggestive. ( Why did I write this. )

NO BECAUSE THIS MADE ME CACKLE- YOU'RE BRILLIANT-

Reader gets She/They hehehehe

Life's pretty... Boring?

At least that's what you'd call it.

Being a cashier wasn't entirely bad. You were lucky to have good co-workers and a... Decent boss...

But overall, it's pretty boring compared to how you imagined it growing up.

You obviously knew while growing up that you wouldn't become a dragon tamer or adventurer...

But a cashier? You really didn't know where to go in life but at least you had the qualifications to become a zoo keeper when you finally had the money to move.

Or maybe you could be a bartender? They make pretty good money too and you did work at a restaurant to mix drinks part-time before...

"Is everything alright?" A voice woke you up from your daydreams as you quickly looked around.

It was still morning luckily and only one customer in your line... Still embarrassing...

"I'm so sorry!" You began giggling awkwardly out of habit. But the man didn't seem to mind as you went on to scan his purchases. "Don't worry, I'm not a morning person either." He chuckled along.

You actually recognized him though. Elliot. He worked at builder brothers pizza and was a regular at your store specifically... He must live in the area.

You actually had somewhat of a friendship? He would often chat with you to the point your co-workers suspected he might have a crush on you and would tease you about it. Though, you just denied it and insisted it was because you were regulars at each other's workplaces so you could sorta bond over the similarities in your jobs.

But there was usually another regular... A fellow in black and white, Chance.

He was more flirtatious but usually didn't leave you much room to speak on yourself. You were too flustered to speak anyhow...

Usually, he was with Elliot and it was rare to not have one without the other in the store so you had assumed Chance must be busy... If it weren't for him approaching right as you finished giving Elliot back his change.

"'Scuse me~" He started setting down some general stuff for taking care of a bunny. You were honestly kinda excited because it meant hearing more about Spade, his bunny.

Elliot huffed a little playfully, waiting on Chance and helping him pack everything as you happily listened to them both talk about Spade to you. It was probably your favourite part of the day when they came in. It made your job a little more bearable between entitled customers and nosy boomers that somehow always insist on inviting you to their churches...

Today though...

"We actually brought Spade along for the ride today! How about you come see him during your break?" Chance suggested with a wink.

Normally, your gut would be telling you to call security but with how long you've known these two and the fact you've already exchanged phone numbers, you pushed any suspicion aside and nodded with excitement.

You've seen Spade in person a few times already and the large bunny fell head over heels for your petting sessions. He was practically darting for you whenever Chance let him roam around near you.

And true to your word, you decided to use your break to talk with them and pet Spade by their car. The black bunny was practically love-bombing you but you didn't mind. You were ready to spoil him rotten with love and perhaps that's what had the two guys obsess over you so much.

Oh, if only you knew how much blood they've spilled...

How many people have lost their lives because they've been rude or pushy and got too close for their liking.

How many pictures of you they've gathered when you weren't looking or oblivious. All those pictures are hung up in a special closet with your shrine in it, ya know?

Chance went all the way to first spoil Elliot with a mansion to live in together and now the two of them wished to spoil you with their obsession and love.

To smother you in kisses and praise until your face looks like a tomato, to watch you sleep peacefully in their arms or even dream about making sure you'd never leave the mansion again...

Maybe they could soon...

Their opportunity ended up being on a cold winter day. A Blizzard had surprised you and your co-workers during work and everyone was scrambling to close up and get home quickly as per your boss' orders.

You couldn't get home though. You were dependant on public transit and apparently the blizzard came in from the direction of your home so the area was already getting closed off.

Although hesitant, you began to dial Chance's number and ask if their car was still good to drive before you asked if he could pick you up and let you stay with Elliot and him until the blizzard's out.

You felt guilty for asking though and apologized with practically every step you made as you headed towards a local park where you could wait for him.

Surprisingly, he was already in the area! Must be your lucky day.

You thanked him a million times over when you sat in the comfort of his car before Spade suddenly made his entrance. Right, there was no way he would be around without that spoiled little bun.

It was oddly comfortable in their mansion. It made you almost feel like royalty as you looked around.

You had been here maybe only once or twice but it still felt so overwhelmingly beautiful... Like a safe haven you'd never want to leave...

How lucky you were today~

Elliot seemed to have already been home too and set you down on the couch by the fireplace with a change of clothes and Spade to keep you company before they both went to the kitchen and out of earshot from you.

Did you ever tell them your sizes? You must've but probably forgot, typical.

You decided to change in the bathroom and come back to pet Spade more, noticing a cup of hot cocoa on the glass table in front of the couch. A bit cliché but you weren't about to let their efforts go to waste.

Taking a sip, you noticed a few tiny marshmallows sticking out on top which made you giggle. It reminded you of how you'd make them during christmas at your place. You were sure to tease them on copying you later...

As if on cue, you had both Chance and Elliot cuddling up to you on either side of your body. You could feel yourself getting flustered and trying to distract yourself by petting Spade- who was less than happy by his dads taking your attention from him...

"Getting comfy, I hope~ Seems the Blizzard's set to last at least a week." Chance chuckled, sneaking in a few pets for Spade as you silently thanked whatever higher being that you lived alone and didn't have pets...

"Then I guess it's an extended slumber party." You joked, barely noticing the blush on both of their faces as you drank and felt your body relax.

Sandwiched between your two crushes, their bunny on your lap, an oddly sweet smell and a hot cocoa... Enough to make your mind melt...

Why should you worry anymore? You were safe and comfy, nothing to complain about as you drank up and let your head fall back when drowsiness took your mind away.

You shouldn't need to even think... Just stay with them... They'll take care of you and you'll get to pet Spade whenever you'd like... Just keep listening to those soft buzzing sounds and the allure of their voices...

Waking up, you found yourself with them in their bed. You panicked for a moment but you still had the clothes on that they gave you.

Actually... It kinda smelled like them. Maybe you could lay here just a little longer-

"Slept well~?" Or not.

Chance couldn't help but giggle as you sat up and loosely threw the pillow you were sleeping on over his face. "Relax~ You just fell asleep and we didn't want you to feel lonely~"

By that point, Elliot had woken up too and chuckled alone to your antics. "Careful, Spade is still here." He spoke softly, pulling your attention to the black bunny that had been resting against your back. That at least made you a little more relaxed as you huffed.

Although, you couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Like you were foggy in the brain or something...

Oh well, probably just drowsiness still wearing off or maybe the blizzard.

Lying back down to cuddle Spade, Chance let out a slight whine and cuddled up against your back with a fake pout. "C'mon darling, I just asked if you slept well~" Chance tried to get you to look at him while Elliot petted Spade and cupped your face with his free hand.

Something about the realization that they were both so close to you made your body warm up tenfold and they revelled in knowing that.

Really, you couldn't blame them for grinning. They had been planning for so long to take you. Even researching and spending money for a drug that could mimic the effects of amnesia selectively and allowed them to wait until the perfect moment and the blizzard just happened to give them that moment.

Now all they had to do was rework your memories and keep you nice and happily obedient for them so they'll never have to worry about someone even looking at you wrong ever again~!

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[devswritingcornerorsmth]

Yandere!Hector/Reader Headcanons

i was writing a fic but my computer crashed and deleted 1.7k words of fanfic so I'm making headcanons instead to give me motivation to rewrite the fanfic!

tw: stalking, obsessive behavior, suggestive content, hector being creepy, hector talking bad about himself, mentions of somophilia (nothing ever happens but hector thinks about it), gaslighing, dead dove content

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! if you find any of the content above triggering, PLEASE do not read!! if you click, read, and become uncomfortable or smth don't blame me, i tried to warn you.

= The first time Hector sees you, he knows that you're the one. Out of everything, you came up to him first, turning on the thermostat to cool yourself off from the heatwave. He did as you commanded, gently blowing out a nice, cool breeze as you worked in your office. He couldn't help but stare at you as you worked, resting his head in his hands.

= He's both excited and horrified when you scan him after so long of waiting and watching everything you do. Hector doesn't introduce himself just yet, staring at you from the grate until you're about to walk away. He calls out for you and apologizes for not saying anything. He greets you and is surprised when you respond positively.

= Speaking with you was the highlight of his week, hell, maybe even his life. Hector follows you back to your room through the vents, watching you get ready for bed before laying down.

= A surge of jealousy goes through Hector at the thought of Betty holding you. It should be him! He should be down there, cuddling you, keeping you, touching you, loving you... But he knew he could never. You would find him ugly and never scan him again, maybe replace him.

= Hector fantasizes when all the objects are Realized, leaving just him and you. They wouldn't be able to stop him from loving you how you should be loved. He thought about when Dorian leaves, how he'd be able to finally sneak out and touch you as you slept. He had to take a moment when he realized how horrible that thought was, covering his mouth as if he were about to vomit. It was your fault you were making him feel like this, but he didn't want to stop feeling like this. You were a drug that could make him sober.

= His stalking grew more intense and bolder, almost getting caught a few times by the other objects. Hector never takes anything; he can't when your clothing is sentient or when your trash hoards it away. He ends up stealing from Fantina's shrine, causing her to scream and freak out, accusing everyone in the gym room.

= Speaking of the gym, it's always nice and cool in there, so you never use Fantina, just him.

= Hector loves when it's warm outside, watching you get all hot and bothered before you have to turn him on and save you from the blistering heat. He will sometimes tease you and not turn on, watching you sweat and walk around in loose clothing. He quickly turns it on when you start heading up to the attic to see what's wrong.

= When you're gone, he makes the house a living hell, turning up the heat to extreme temperatures to make everyone miserable. Everyone becomes irritable and sweaty, blaming you for leaving the heat on. Hector does feel bad when some of the objects snap at you, like Freddy and Mac. Skylar has to step in to calm a few of them down and explain that it couldn't have been you since Dorian, Curt, and Rod saw you leave without touching the thing.

= When/if you confront Hector about it, since he's the HVAC system, he lies and apologizes, his voice shaky. He doesn't want you to be mad at him, please don't be mad at him, he's only doing this because he loves you!

= Whether you believe him or not is up to you, but you tell him not to do it again.

= The other objects start to feel worried. They can sense the change in the house. The objects you're close to tell you to be careful, that something is wrong, and to keep an eye out.

= Hector tells you not to listen to them, telling you that everything is normal. He can see all over the house, and everything is fine! Just stay with him. Stay close to him. Please.

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it's late and i got a HUGE headache so i miiighhttt post a part two to this if i feel up for it idk jaybe jaybe not.

thanks for reading mwah mwah sorry about creepy hector

[rcmclachlan]

Fuck It Friday/Sentences Sunday/Motivation Monday (Musings)

Tagged by @screamlet and @firehose118 on Friday, @station18908 and @freneticfloetry yesterday, and @ambernotember, @zeraparker, and @chococara25 today

Here's some more of the s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au that I actually wrote into the tumblr text editor just now. Do the kids still say YOLO?

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Buck looks up and misses Peru and its huge, endless sky with a sudden, sharp ache. The LA skyline just seems to eat more of it every day. He remembers Maddie saying she got a bunch of calls during the blackout last year from people who were terrified of the giant, silvery cloud in the sky, because none of them had ever seen the Milky Way before. Sometimes he thinks he's going to look up one day and there'll be no sky at all—just a tangle of steel, concrete, and glass.

"The city wants to settle," Buck admits quietly, skirting the edge of full-on whispering. He keeps waiting for a reporter to jump out of the shadows and demand a quote. "They offered me twelve million dollars."

"Shit." Tommy lets out a low whistle, then shifts a little. It brings his arm up against Buck's. "Makes sense, I guess. The city's been hit with so much bullshit over the last few years that they'd probably throw in ownership of Library Tower to avoid the media circus alone. You gonna take it?"

While Buck was laid up on the 9th floor of First Pres after the bombing, he watched an episode of Modern Marvels on his phone centered around the history of dynamite, and when Bobby refused point blank to let him come back, all he could taste in the back of his mouth was nitroglycerine. It's been sweating out of his pores for weeks, crystalizing in every deposition he's been forced to sit through, building up at night when he can't sleep and when he checks his phone throughout the day hoping to find even one new text; and all the while he's been dreading the single spark that would send it all sky high.

He thinks of Eddie calling him exhausting in the middle of Howie's Market and tastes burnt caramel; hears Bobby's patronizing you're not ready like the crackle of a lit detacord; and the easy way Tommy makes the city's offer sound like a fair response to all of the shit Buck's been shoveling since the bombing is a shock out of nowhere.

Kaboom.

"I don't want money!" Buck explodes, sliding off the wall and shoving his hands into his hair. "I don't want a single, solitary dime, Tommy, I just want my job back!"

Normally, having someone stare at him the way Tommy's currently doing — like Buck just admitted to being a space alien or that he had a room full of porcelain dolls like his Uncle James — would be mortifying enough to shut him up, but he's been sweating nitroglycerin and no one's upended him to redistribute the weeping. There's no stopping him now. 

"D-Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am? My doctors didn't think I'd be able to walk normally again, never mind run up ten flights of stairs with a full kit on! I did the training! I did the full course so many times I thought I'd die some days, but I-I passed every time. Every test they threw at me, I passed. I'm pretty sure they made a few up just to see if I could handle them — and I did. I did, and I was cleared by every person on that med panel and they all shook my hand and welcomed me back! I should be back!"

For a white-hot moment, he thinks he's going to take out the entire block with the sheer force of his anger. And despite being well within the blast radius, Tommy does nothing.

Panting, Buck closes his eyes and waits for the dust to settle. "Th-They covered my name."

"They what?"

"On my locker," Buck murmurs. When he opens his eyes, the world swims through a curtain of tears. "They... put her name over mine. Bosko. They just... taped right over it. Like a bandaid."

Even to his own ears, he sounds baffled. Not even angry; all his energy was expended during the blast. Now he's just hurt and confused, because no one told him. No one said they were bringing someone else in.

"I just... I don't understand how it was that easy for them."

"That what was easy?" Tommy asks, unbearably gentle, and it has Buck knuckling away a fresh, hot wave of tears. It sounds like how having your back rubbed while you're throwing up feels. Buck can barely tolerate it, but he's so grateful it's there all the same. 

Buck breathes out shakily and finally says it out loud. One final shockwave. "Replacing me."

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[gingerteawrites]

HEADCANONS: JJK MEN WITH A SUPER SMART PARTNER

A/N: Had this thought while watching a random Youtube video so let's all dive down my silly little thoughts. I don't write in this kind of format often, so do let me know if you like it.

Content: Nanami x reader, Gojo x reader, Geto x reader, headcannons, gender neutral.

NANAMI KENTO

I know there's a lot of Nanami x bimbo-ish reader content out there. And while it definitely makes for some delicious delulu fuel, I am so convinced that Kento would prefer to be with someone who at least somewhat challenges him intellectually.

I can just picture it: The first time he heard you passionately go on about a deeply philosophical concept, or that one time you broke down a really hard topic you're super knowledgeable about, he felt his heart skip a beat.

If your area of expertise is not something he's familiar with, he'll find himself researching bits and pieces during his work breaks and then bring them up to you in conversation.

Of course, this absolutely delights you, and he can't decide if he prefers the twinkle in your eyes when you get lost in conversation, or the curve of your lips when they're pulled into a serious frown while you ponder his words.

Nanami, in my opinion, is also a huge "my partner" kind of guy, but in an amazing way. All of his co-workers that know him a bit know two things.

One, he's in a committed relationship. And two, his partner is super smart.

He doesn't even try to bring you up to people, the words just slip out and he finds himself making a comment along the lines of:

"My partner studied this in university, they're so knowledgeable about the field." or "I do not understand much of the topic, but I can ask my partner and get back to you later."

He cherishes your intelligence as in integral part of who you are, and is always rooting for you throughout all of your intellectual endeavors.

GOJO SATORU

Nothing anyone tells me will change my mind. At his core, Satoru is just a happy idiot that's kind of surprised he managed to bag you.

I know it might seem suprising, given that he practically has the confidence of a bigoted white man who thinks he's smart because he makes controversial political opinions (even though we all know our blue-eyed king would never be a bigot).

But trust me, sometimes he sees you locked in your own little world, musing on about some profound topics and he wonders how you even found him interesting at all.

All that to say he thinks you being smart is the best thing ever, and has 100% made comments about your sexy brain before.

As a natural consequence of this, Gojo uses you as his living encyclopedia, even if the questions he has are wildly out of your domain of expertise.

"Say, ____, exactly how much straw would it take to break a camel's back?"

"How much sugar can I eat before risking going into a coma?"

You might think that he's really just trying to mess with you, but no. Satoru genuinely thinks you're the smartest cookie on the planet and you know the answer to everything.

"I mean, shouldn't you be happy I'm asking you instead of that AI bullshit?" he says once, his head buried in your lap while you were reading a book. And you kind of have to concede. Maybe he was right.

I guess you just have to become the world's top expert in every field possible to become your boyfriend's very own AI assistant.

GETO SUGURU

In my opinion, Suguru is one of the smartest characters in the JJK verse. He's an expert in manipulation and has spent a lot of time diving into different philosophical thoughts and things like anthropology and sociology.

So of course, he would be delighted to have a partner who has a high intellect and with whom he can have deep conversations and theorize about life. He's probably huge on Eastern philosophy so after the first conversation you guys have about Buddhism and Shintoism, he's almost ready to go down on one knee.

On the other hand, I feel like if he had a partner who excelled in a more STEM aspect of things, he would be so very eager to listen to you and learn about your interests.

Whether it's sitting down and acting as an audience for when you practice presentations (and actually asking pretty thought-provoking questions), or inquiring about a concept that he knows you understand very well. Suguru will always try to match your energy with the things that you like.

I also feel like he'd be so into study dates, and generally be an amazing study buddy. The kind that brings all the good snacks to the session and keeps side conversations to only when both of your brains are starting to need a break. He would be the type of person you could sit in silence with for hours and both do your own thing, and then go get chocolate treats later because you read somewhere that it improves memory.

All to say he's completely enamored with you and you'd make one killer of an academic duo.

And that's all I have for you today, folks

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated (❁´◡`❁)

[pineconepie]

CHARACTERS: Vincent, fem!reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere, light infantilization, fem+afab reader, periods, period comfort, embarrassment from periods, non-sexual nudity, reader implied to be younger, cuddles, Vincent doting on Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the other part of a commission that was done with Octavian!

You're sure you've never felt as miserable as you do now; your cramps feel like they're going to kill you, you've been nauseous all morning and you just want to stay curled up in bed all day, hiding under your covers.

Unfortunately for you, however, today Vincent is off work. Normally you'd love that, because then you could spend more time together. But right now, it feels like a curse; because how else are you supposed to hide this from him?

You're not ready to deal with it, nor do you want to.

To seem as least suspicious as possible, you try not to clutch your stomach as you descend the stairs towards where he sits, drinking his morning coffee.

Vincent looks up at you with a warm smile. "Good morning, sweetie."

Despite everything going on inside of your body and mind, you force yourself to return his greeting. "Hi."

You walk past him and quickly gather some cereal for yourself. You can tell Vincent notices, because he watches you with curiosity. "What's wrong? No 'good morning, Dad'? Just 'hi'?" He chuckles, but you can tell he's going through a million different possibilities as to what's wrong.

Instead of answering verbally, you shrug, pour yourself a bowl and grab a spoon. Then you make your way over to where he sits, taking a seat beside him instead of across.

Maybe that way his gaze won't be fixated solely on you.

Unfortunately, your plan fails, because he's still staring at you when you glance over.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted pancakes or waffles," he says finally.

"Nah, its fine, I'm alright with cereal this morning," you reply.

Vincent raises a brow, raising a hand to feel your forehead. "Are you sick? Getting a fever?"

"No, no," you stutter. "Nothing like that. I just, um, didn't sleep well last night..."

"Really?" Vincent asks. "Did you have any nightmares? Anything you want to talk about?"

Great. Now you're cornering yourself and lying even further than before. You're pretty sure part of him can tell you're lying, because he's so used to working with other liars. He reads people better than most could, which is probably part of his profession.

Knowing that just makes you more anxious.

For all you know, he probably sees through your facade completely and is waiting to call you out on it.

"I dunno... maybe? I don't remember my dreams," you say quickly.

"Hm." His expression shows that he's not entirely convinced by your answer.

You try changing the topic to distract him, and hopefully yourself. "Do you have anything specific planned for the day?"

Vincent blinks, then smiles fondly at you. "I'm going to leave it up to you. If you want to go shopping or go out to eat, that'd be fine with me. Or we could have a lazy day watching movies together. Anything you like, princess."

You feel nervous at his choices of options, considering you'd prefer not leaving the house today if you can avoid it. Maybe watching films together sounds nice, though even that gives you anxiety.

"I guess some movies would be nice," you mutter.

Vincent smiles, much to your relief. "Sounds good to me. Why don't you pick one for us to start with?"

So you do.

You get settled down on the couch after turning off the lights in the living room and opening the curtains for maximum viewing experience, snuggled tightly beneath a large fleece blanket. Vincent joins you moments after setting things up.

He wraps a strong arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

Throughout the movie, he glances down at you occasionally as if checking up on something. Which makes sense since he seems worried about you for whatever reason. You pretend to pay attention to the screen while your mind races on elsewhere.

Every now and then there's a painful twist in your lower abdomen causing you to flinch slightly, although you try hiding these reactions from Vincent.

About halfway through the film, you start getting fidgety, wanting to switch positions constantly.

When you decide to curl up into a ball and bury yourself deep within your blankets once again, Vincent shoots you another glance. "(Y/n)?" he asks quietly.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing, honey?"

"Oh..." You look down embarrassedly. "Just getting comfy."

Vincent pauses for a moment before continuing. "Are you sure nothing is wrong? Nothing you want to talk about with me?"

Your heart pounds faster than normal and butterflies swarm your stomach. Your fingers tighten their grip on your sleeves as you answer: "Positive."

"Okay."

The movie continues playing, but neither of you speak anymore during the remainder of it. At certain points you catch Vincent giving you concerned stares again, especially whenever your hands wander absentmindedly underneath the blanket to press against your belly. When the credits roll around, however, he breaks the silence.

"I don't buy that."

You laugh nervously. "You love buying things," you attempt to joke.

He usually always finds amusement in your jokes, even the bad ones, but now he just looks frustrated. Its a rare expression on him, and definitely not one you like. "I'm serious."

You shrink back. "Sorry..."

Vincent's expression goes from stern to guilt-ridden immediately at your scared reaction. "I'm not mad. I'm just worried about you. Please talk to me."

"There's nothing to worry about." Your voice shakes as you say those words.

"(Y/n)." His tone sends shivers throughout your body. "You're lying to me." A pause. "Please don't lie to Dad."

You chew on your bottom lip anxiously. "...I... I don't wanna talk about it... please." Your voice cracks. Tears build in the corners of your eyes.

Vincent coos at you, pulling you into his lap. You bury your face in his chest as you cry softly. He rocks you gently, kissing your head every few seconds.

"Its okay, it's okay, sweet girl. Shhh..." Vincent hushes you soothingly. He keeps rocking and swaying slowly. One hand rubs calming circles along your upper back. His other cradles the back of your neck tenderly.

After a couple minutes of crying like this in his arms, he leans away slightly to lift your chin. With a thumb, he wipes the tears streaming down your face away carefully.

Then he smiles brightly down at you. "Hey there, kiddo."

You hiccup and sniffle. "Hi." Your voice quavers. "I feel so gross."

Vincent grabs a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table, using it to clean off your runny nose and damp cheeks. "Much better now, huh? Crying is healthy for the soul. Even if it breaks my heart to see you cry, I'd rather you cry than hold it in. Just means I get to comfort my baby." He teasingly squishes your cheeks, which manages to bring a smile to your face. "There it is," he chuckles fondly. "How's about I go draw you a nice bath?"

That sounds appealing, honestly. "Yeah... sure," you agree.

"Perfect. Up we go." He hoists you into his arms and carries you upstairs, setting you on the counter in the bathroom.

He rolls up his sleeves before leaning forward and switching the faucets to get the perfect temperature.

You watch as the water fills up the tub, making little splashing noises when it hits the ceramic.

Once he gets satisfied with how full the basin is, he turns the knobs off.

Vincent hums as he searches through various cabinets, grabbing some scented bubble bath bottles. "Orange mango or watermelon?" After you give your answer, he tosses the opposite bottle back into the drawer, pouring the other into the bath. He stirs it in, letting the suds rise. "Let me know if it should be warmer or colder, kiddo."

He turns to grab shampoo and conditioner, giving you the privacy to step in. It feels nice, easing your cramps ever-so-slightly.

"Feels great," you sigh dreamily. "Thanks, Dad."

"Anything for my favorite daughter," he sing-songs.

"Your only daughter," you snort.

He laughs at that, placing the shampoo and conditioner in convenient reach. "Still true." He grabs a cup. "Now tilt your head back so I can..." he trails off.

You're quick to realize why. The water is a brownish-red hue.

To your relief, Vincent doesn't freak out. A look of realization spreads across his face, only after the initial shock. He chuckles in relief. "Oh, thank God. It's just your period." His expression turns to serious again. "Right? You aren't injured, are you?"

"No," you squeak out. "It started this morning. I'm sorry."

He holds his hand to his chest in further relief. "I was just a few minutes away from calling a doctor, you know that?" His expression softens. "Why would you hide this?" His voice seeps with genuine confusion and worry.

"...'cause..." You pause. "Because its embarrassing." You hug yourself anxiously. "And gross."

Vincent looks heartbroken. "Princess... you know periods are natural, right?" When you shrug, he frowns deeper. "(Y/n), I promise its okay." He rubs your shoulder. "Its nothing to be ashamed of. I'd never judge you for anything, let alone this."

"Thank you," you murmur. "It just feels so awkward."

Vincent laughs softly. "I've been preparing for this conversation for a while. Not really a fan of how we ended up here, but I'm just glad you aren't hurt." He sighs fondly. "I'll order you some pads, and when bathtime's done, there'll be a heating pad with your name on it."

You smile gratefully. "Thanks."

"Of course. My little girl is not allowed to suffer," Vincent says lovingly. "No, sirree. None of that allowed under my roof. Got it?"

"Got it," you laugh back. "Um, can we continue our movie marathons after I'm done washing up?"

He smiles warmly. "Of course. Since I'm such a good dad, I'll even let you pick one extra movie."

"Only one?" You groan dramatically. "All your movies are boring."

"They are not."

"They absolutely are. They're either the same 80's comedies over and over again, or the same superhero action movies over and over again."

"You're just saying that because you're a baby with a baby brain, and I have good taste." He sticks his tongue out playfully, showing he isn't actually upset. "Real movies, made for people who know good cinema."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you roll your eyes. Your face softens. "Thanks, Dad. For being not-awkward."

He beams proudly. "Anytime, kiddo. I'm just cool like that."

You roll your eyes.

[ang3ltine]

𝖭𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𓍯𓂃 Bob reynolds fic

A classic dinner party was all Bob needed to finally confess to the person whom he had been harbouring feelings for months

a.n - Just Yelena teasing the hell out of you and Bob.

This is another teaser! Sorry guys I'm busy with work during the week but during the weekend I will post the full story.

Before Bob met you and the thunderbolts team, his world was empty and seemed endless. He felt as if there was nothing else left for him.

But he was wrong. When you saved Bob from the void, he naturally looked up to you. This of course, brang teasing comments from the others, especially from Yelena and Ava, sometimes even Walker.

He felt himself becoming completely enamoured by you. It began as a spark, so small that he mistaken it as something else. Yet over time, it grew stronger. As if an unseen force was pulling him closer towards you.

When he consulted this 'issue' with Yelena, he soon learned that he had indeed fallen in love with you. Which scared him at first. He had no idea how to approach it.

That was until Valentina decided to invite him to one of her extravagant parties to celebrate her 'success' in bringing the official Avengers team together. It had been a few months since then, but she finally got permission from the government to carry out her plans.

The dress code for this evening was vintage couture, Bob ofcourse had help from the girls since he's never really dressed up for an event this fancy before. So here he was in a nervous state, infront of the vanity table of none other than Ava Starr. Who was getting rather impatient with Bob for a number of reasons.

"Bob sit still. Your hair's gone messy again," Ava groans while trying to brush through his dark curls once again. He had alot of opinions on how his hair should look but Ava insisted on her idea with the side swoop was better.

After what seemed like forever, Bob was ready. The only thing left was his bow tie, suggested by Yelena, who was now putting in on for him. Ava almost snorted when she saw that he had to bend down slightly for Yelena since she was significantly shorter than him, earning a glare from the young blonde.

Yelena was firm yet reassuring when speaking with Bob, making sure he was ready for the night ahead of the. "Bob, listen to me. You're confessing to her tonight. I don't want to see you loitering near the tables with us alright?"

Bob was quiet for a moment before talking, a noticeable shift to worry evident in his voice. "But...what if I'm wrong? I... I don't want to ruin things between us if I am-"

Yelena interjects before Bob could say another word, already sensing that he'd ramble on about him not being worthy for you. "Bob you're being ridiculous! She's been giving you the same signals for months, there's no way she'd turn you down."

Ava had been listening from her bed and offered some advice for him too after fixing her own makeup. "I agree. Otherwise she's not going to get the hint and move on to someone else."

Bob talk a deep breath and exhaled before nodding in agreement. Ava was right, he had to make a move.

It was quite the classy event, almost timely even. A massive hall that was dimly lit with candles and looming chandeliers and the place was already packed with people.

If anything, Bob grew even more nervous while he sat idly at his table. You along with the rest of the team was doing an interview with the press for the promotion of the new Avengers agenda. He looked around in the meantime, many were in sleek suits or vintage dresses, posing for the press with polite smiles and champagne in hand.

"You think Bob's alright? All of this must be overwhelming for him." You whispered to John while waving at the flashing cameras infront of you. Your cheeks were becoming sore from smiling too much.

It was understandable for you to be worried, you weren't sure whether an introverted man like him would cope in such a crowded place.

"I'm sure he's doing fine. It's not like he's a little kid." John responds while patting your back, he then turns your attention towards someone in the crowd. "Speak of the devil, here he comes."

You followed John's finger to where Bob was standing, his hands politely folded infront of him as he patiently waited for you all to be finished. It was quite adorable to spot his head bobbing up and down in the sea of guests beyond the press team.

"I don't think he can see us properly," you mused while giving your last signature to a fan, kindly thanking them for coming.

"Well he's clearly not here to see us." Ava nudged playfully, giving you a knowing look. Sometimes, you wished that wasn't so brazen with the smug look on her face.

"I don't know what your insinuating but I know it's not like that." You let out an exasperated sigh as you followed her off the stage, with the rest of the team following in pursuit. Ava wanted to tease more but thought it would be better to let things play out itself.

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that."

The interviews had gone well, nobody spilled secrets thanks to Bucky. As for swearing it was kept to a minimum, which was a pretty hard thing for Alexei and most importantly, Walker didn't lose his temper. Which you took as a pretty big win considering how hot headed he can be.

"You guys go on ahead! I'll bring Bob with me when I find him."

As for Bob, he had some trouble getting through the dense crowd so that he could finally reunite with them. Abhorrently overwhelmed and only wanted to seek some sort of comfort from you. To his relief, he spots you in the distance, prompting him to press further and almost pushed a lady by accident on the way.

At some point you see him too, and began making your way towards him. Lucky for you both, there was some space in the middle of the dance floor for you two to meet. "Bob over here!"

You wouldn't say Bob's reaction was 'dramatic' when he falls into your awaiting arms, if anything you were grateful that he found solace in you. He didn't even get a chance to properly look at you since his first thought was burying his face into the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent.

Black cherries and dark liquor filled his senses. Sharp yet addictive. It was more than enough to calm himself down .

Maybe the night ahead won't be so bad after all.

[jakeandalexia]

DP CROSSOVER IDEAS

You know, something I have seen constantly and that I thoroughly enjoy consistently. Is that Danny is the Ghost King, an Eldritch Being and the Ancient of Space, as well as the Student of Time.

Alongside Danielle Phantom being his Daughter, the Ancient of Freedom and having an amazing Wonderlust and exploring.

And my favorite prompt has to be when Ellie is in danger, and she calls for her Dad. Be it show up as Fenton, ready to kick ass. Or Eldritch Horror Phantom as the sky opens it's eyes.

And we've seen that concept plenty of times in DPXDC, but then I realized, why haven't we done this concept in like ... other fandoms?

Like, don't get me wrong, plenty of good Fanfics all around with DP in other fandoms. But with how fleshed out Phandom Lore is lately, alongside with how extensive DPXDC is that lore. (i.e The Infinite Realms being the glue of all dimensions, Ancients are the manifestations of concepts, only people that died with many regrets and ectoplasm becomes Ghosts, etc.) Why haven't we used that lore for other fandoms?

Like, imagine that now.

Imagine Ellie finding the MHA Universe, exploring - and getting in trouble with the Government, as she always does. She's able to escape, and they're unable to catch her cause she doesn't have a Quirk. Imagine if she shows up during the incident in Kamino, and then - when in danger, she takes a deep breath and --

"DADDY!"

Que Eldritch Danny coming in, and obliterating All-For-One, and everyone is watching in horror - only for Ellie to just giggle and thank her Dad as the giant monstrosity smiles and then disappears.

The Heroes would be so horrified - and so confused, because, what.

Hell, there are other universes where this could work too!

What about Highschool DXD? Granted, I don't watch that Anime. But all I know is that thing focuses on like, Heaven and Hell?? You know, the two afterlives - with the Infinite Realms being the in-between? Can you see the potential there??

Hell, you can even have some insane crack-fics if you SQUINT at an idea hard enough.

How about Reincarnation AUs? People like to have Danny reincarnate as a vacation, so imagine Ellie reincarnating. She becomes a Thief, gets caught, waiting for Transfer - only to meet, wait for it,

Henry Stickmin.

HELLO - The REDHEAD IS LITERALLY NAMED ELLIE. And in there, she apparently has consistent FORCE POWERS - BUT LIKE, GHOSTS HAVE TELEKENSIS. SO WHAT IF THAT'S LIKE - YOU KNOW????

Or how about where Ellie is like, Queen of Clones or something?? She protects cloned children, and then showing up in Star Wars to save Clones - cause like, damn.

Basically all I'm saying is,

If we fleshed out the Phandom Lore of Danny Phantom so much because of DPXDC, why the heck haven't we applied that Lore into other media to make Crossovers easier, and more varied than just DPXDC?

We have the Tools, we have the Foundation! All that's left is someone insane enough to build a Second Ghost Portal into different Fandoms.

What do you think?

[towasdandelion]

Texting Jabberwock and Frostheim ghouls "If I get arrested you're my one phone call"

Something silly for today (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (before we dive into some angsty angst)

At first Ren throws his usual "okay" but then he rereads and he's actually very concerned? Just what the hell is happening if you're saying stuff like that? His head is instantly filled with weird scenarios of him having to help you "clean up" after whatever you did. How annoying! (Notice how he's concerned more about the work that comes with it rather that your supposed crime? Yeah that's Ren for you) At least you can still count on him!

Towa is not happy at all! What do you mean one phone call? Arrested? He's confused. Who is daring enough to try taking you away from him? He'll make them regret. If you don't want to experience a sudden downpour and thunder that will make everyone pray for their lives then you better explain what's really going on... It might take a while to reassure him but he will understand in the end, more or less. Well, at least you know he's got your back no matter what! (I feel like he would defend you even if you did something bad so..)

Haru's eyes widen when he reads your message. Did his sunshine get into trouble? Just how bad is it? Before you can explain what's going on he's already abandoning his work and gathering his stuff, ready to go wherever you need him. With that being said, he does breath a sigh of relief when he finds out you were simply testing his reaction. He'd hate it if something bad happened and he wasn't there to help you. I guess it doesn't even matter if you're the one at fault or not..

Tohma lets out a sigh, silently hoping you're not actually being serious. Though unfortunately he's already used to your... "talent" of getting in trouble. Well at least he knows how to stay calm. That's the experience speaking! You just wanted to see his reaction hm? Good, then he won't have to deal with a new batch of work. What work you might ask? He won't hold back from anything when it comes to helping you out. You can be sure of that.

Jin is always ready for whatever you might want to throw at him I'm pretty sure (as long as it can be solved with money) so he won't waste time asking unnecessary questions. Just tell him whatever is going on later, he needs to know that you're safe first! Oh you were just joking? Well too bad cause he wasn't. He actually demands you to come to him first before acting. Will support whatever you want or come up with something even better. So be careful, okay? Just saying.

Kaito is on a verge of passing out. He had his fair share of "interesting experiences" so his mind is filled with scenarios of what possibly happened! And right now when he got you to be his girlfriend? Life is so unfair! Anyways, don't expect him to just wail, he would actually help no questions asked, even if it meant risking going to jail with you. You were just seeing his reaction? Oh thank God. He already has your whole wedding planned in his head and he's glad it is going to happen after all. (Hint hint katio you gotta pop the question first)

Luca is the sweetest ever, always. He will literally never judge you even if he personally disagrees with something. Are you in distress? Do you need to talk? He's right there for you! He'd rather have you talk to him first instead of jumping into action without thinking. He's calm and collected too. Whatever it is he will help and make sure you're okay. Oh, it's just a reaction test hm? Well, it doesn't change anything. Everything he said and did was sincere.

[animeomegas]

could you feed us some general malleus nesting headcanons my liege

Hmm, I suppose I can indulge you~ Also, this turned out so long haha, sorry!

Malleus nesting headcanons

The first idea that came to mind was that dragon fae nest in piles of gold haha. But probably not.

Briar Valley fae don't nest as a standard. Their nests are for their partners, their eggs, and their children.

(I think this is especially cute when you think about Lilia having to make one for the first time to raise Silver, and trying to make it more suitable for human children.)

But regardless, a Briar Valley fae will likely not build their first nest until they have a serious committed partner.

Seeing as fibre spinning is so sacred there, I imagine that the alpha will either commission or perhaps make some yarn for the omega that they are courting, and then craft it into something for their nest.

This could be anything from a small, handkerchief sized pieced of material, to a massive blanket depending on the skill/resources available to the alpha.

Presenting it to an omega is a sign of wishing to officially mate for life.

If the omega accepts, they then build their first nest.

It's an arduous process, it can take weeks or months. It must include the material spun for them, and often includes a bunch of shiny things, trinkets, and often even plants.

They are not generally as comfortable as nest made by human omegas, but there is still space to lay.

When the nest is ready, the omega will present it to their alpha. It's a massive moment in the relationship.

So, speaking of Malleus specifically, he doesn't have a nest until his alpha is ready to move to the next stage. He didn't get to use his mother's one as a child, and Lilia didn't have one until Silver came into the picture, although I'm sure Malleus has at least seen it a handful of times, and rested in it on occasion.

But Malleus is ready to move to forever mates almost immediately once he has someone that he likes. Once an alpha that he likes is in his life, he immediately decides that they are soulmates.

Every gift his alpha gives him is treasured and loved, but every time there's a little piece of him that is disappointed that it wasn't something they spun by hand.

He's patient... but he's ready whenever they are.

And once he finally gets that hand spun yarn in whatever form it comes, he's... it's everything to him. He's so excited, he's so touched and deeply emotional.

It could be the size of a fingernail, or a blanket big enough to cover the entirety of his castle, it doesn't matter to him.

It DOES matter to Sebek though, fair warning. He does not think that anything less than the biggest show of devotion is good enough for Malleus.

It takes him months of work to get his nest ready.

Malleus goes through countless highs and lows during the process, and there are many short storms that plague the area during this time.

He just wants to make it perfect. And he doesn't know what he's doing.

He gets advice from everyone. Especially Lilia though, as the only one to have built one himself. This goes double if his alpha is a human, because Lilia had to make a nest for a human as well, and he doesn't wish to put anything in there that may harm them.

In the end, he fills it with gargoyles of all shapes and sizes, of course. But thanks to Lilia, there is at least a soft space to lay in the middle. He also puts almost every gift his alpha has given him in there.

I think it would be supremely cute if his alpha gifted him a cuddly gargoyle toy so that he could put it prime and centre in his nest without compromising on the softness.

Fae aren't really concerned with texture, they just want their nest filled with the stuff they like, with precious things and trinkets.

Imagine the moment Malleus is inviting his alpha to see his nest for the first time though.

He's practically vibrating with nerves and excitement. He's standing next to it, with his hands behind his back, watching intently for their reaction.

And his alpha has to lavish it in praise, inspect every section, tell him what they like about it, feel some of the materials, and then formally ask for permission to enter. It could take an hour to fulfil the proper amount of praise and inspection, but this is a big moment!!

Once they ask, he grants permission, guiding them personally into his nest while they still ooh and ahh over how wonderful it is. Malleus is preening, staring at his alpha with love in his eyes and soul.

Fae are extremely protective over their nests, so while Malleus doesn't use it himself without the presence of his alpha, he defends it with his life.

Attempting to find or enter a fae's nest is essentially having a death wish.

It is a sacred space for him, because it's a demonstration of his love and commitment to his mate. And there's nothing more important to him than that!

[theegyal]

Hush [ Annie x Smoke ]

Chapter 10 : The Plan

12: 40 AM

Joy and love filled the white room — fragile yet too strong to carry. For an instant, there was no Colonel Manson, no Olivia, no foreclosure.

There was only the weight of Lois sleeping on Annie's chest, the rasp of Elijah's breathing, and the scent of vanilla and shea butter mixing with the sterile bite of antiseptic.

Elijah's hand was still on Annie's face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. His memory was still a blank map with roads that led nowhere, but the route back to Annie revealed itself.

He remembered her scent before he remembered her name. He remembered the high sound of her laugh in his chest before he could recall her face.

"I wanted to give up," Annie whispered, trembling. "Every day I prayed for your safety...they told me you'd died there..I just... I didn't know how to breathe."

"Love, I'm here now," he brushed over her skin, caressing the corner of her eyes and her nose, "I'm here."

The door opened, the unwelcome visitor didn't bother knocking.

That nurse, the one who allowed Olivia in before Stack and her—not the kind doctor from before, stepped in holding a clipboard.

"Mr. Moore, we're glad to see you're awake. Your wife, Olivia, was very concerned. She's arranging for a specialist to come down and oversee your continued care."

The air shifted. Annie's back went rigid. Elijah's hand fell from her face, his expression hardening into a cold mask.

The name 'Olivia' was a key turning in a lock : the night he assaulted her, the scene Annie told him she caused, how she talked about their child—Lois.

"That woman ain't my wife," Elijah stated, his Delta accent cutting through the air, sharp as a razor. "My wife, right here. Her name is Annie Moore."

The nurse's smile dropped. She glanced at her clipboard, confused. "Sir, our records, upon admission to the program, list—"

"Your records are wrong," Annie intervened. She stood up, shifting Lois carefully to her shoulder. "And we're leaving."

"Ma'am, I can't let you do that. The patient just experienced a significant seizure. He needs to be monitored. Against medical advice—"

"He needs to be with his family," Annie shot back, her voice low and steady. "And away from the people who put him in here. I'm a pharmacist. I would manage"

Elijah was ready to move. He started pulling the IV from his arm, wincing as the needle pulled out.

"We ain't stay here."

But the nurse was already backing out of the room, her hand reaching for the phone. "I—I have to call security."

1:20 PM

Carol was coming. They got more hands to deal with the Manson. Oddly, Stack didn't think about that mission —for a minute at least. His whole mind drove fast to the possibly re-meeting with the woman he'd left rotten in prison.

Back days ago, when they bumped into each other's at club, he was surprised to see her in Chicago — called her Ol' flame to mask his burning shame— Nobody told him she had been freed from jail. And now he would possibly pulled her into deeper shit. Dirtier than years behind Delta's bars and rows.

Classified documents ; They needed to put a hand on them. Delete all evidence of their desertion and then take care of Manson.

The plan was too simple to not hold any wrongs : He would get Carol in Manson house, she'd pass as a worker or something more easier. She'd look for and get the documents. She'd make copies, it would be dangerous to steal them all the way.

With his chica—no former chica, Carol, they used to do such qualitative errands for people. Drugs were the most safe work they did—and still...

Stack looked at the rainy streets through the window door, Olivia was making her way out. Arrogance shimmering from her bruised face.

"Damn Annie you went damn hard" he chuckled.

The Manson girl turned her car on. The young twin knew better than following her himself. He scrolled through his contacts then stopped on one: 'Pops'. An old-timer who ran a garage over on the West Side, a man who had more eyes and ears on the street than the CPD.

He dialed. It rang once.

"Yeah." A rough voice waiting for him behind the line.

"Pops, it's Stack."

"Elias Moore. So you ain't rotting six feet under."

"Need a favor. A big one," Stack said, cutting to the chase. "There's a Black XJ8 Jaguar coming your way, West Side. There's a white woman in it. Blonde, emerald eyes. Follow her."

"How big ?"

"No blood. Keep an eye, she on her way to a private clinic off Mich.Ave"

"And who's she ?"

"Manson. Colonel Octavio Manson daughter." Stack answered bluntly.

Pops went  silent for a long moment. Stack could almost hear the old man weighing the risk against a debt from long ago. "Manson, you say? That's a heavy name, son."

"I know," Stack retorted, jaws clenching "But the man she's with is family. And they tryin' to take him away from us."

"See what it is. Ok, considered it done,"

HANG.

1:45 PM

Inside the hospital, confrontation came faster than expected.

Two men in deep grey suits stood before Annie and Elijah as they were walking out the healthcare building.

Behind them stood the nervous nurse who kept mistaking that white chick as his wife, and a man in a hospital administrator's uniform.

"Mr. Moore," the administrator began, his voice oozing false concern. "We can't allow you to leave. Your condition is unstable. Your wife, Mrs. Olivia Moore, has expressed extreme concern for your well-being."

"I told you," Elijah growled, his tone rising dangerously. "My wife is fucking there." He pointing at Annie, who stayed glued at his right side. "She ain't got a name starting with O. She's Annie. Annie Moore, can't you hear me ?"

One of the suited men stepped forward. He moved with the quiet, predatory confidence of military intelligence. "Sir, our information states you are a ward of a government reintegration program under the authority of Colonel Octavio Manson. Until the Colonel says otherwise, you're not going anywhere."

He wasn't talking to Elijah. He was talking to Annie. It was a threat. Lois, sensing the tension, began to whimper, her small cries cutting through the standoff.

Annie clutched her daughter tighter.

They were trapped. They could fight, but these men wouldn't hesitate to use force, to declare Elijah mentally incompetent and drag him away right in front of his child.

They thought that intimidation would work on her. Too bad for them, Annie got something in her sleeve and she was ready to use it.

"He got pushed into the program without his family consent. His brother got coerced into agreeing, —never to flying him out the state though." She asserted while patting Lois' head.

Annie brushed Elijah out her way, approached the men in black, closer, then whispered spitefully "Got Dr. Roberts putting him on solid drugs, sedatives and no single med for memory recovery on sight...mmh. I don't even think the system can protect Sir Octavio if all these informations...accidentally leaked."

She was gambling with their lives. Hoping these two brutes ain't know about the twins being deserters.

They took the bait.

Fear and anguish changed side. The men exchanged a stare before stepping backward.

"Let them go."

Elijah squinted his eyes, looking at his beautiful wife. He didn't recall her being this strong and commanding.

"We go home papa" she offered him a smile, her droopy eyes candidly closed.

5: 30 PM

Olivia stood by the window, watching the storm roll in. Her pearls were gone. Face bruised. Lips cut, the natural pink of her lips replacing the red of her lipstick.

Dr. Roberts paced behind her like a mouse in a glue trap.

"I got visited by his brother, the man is crazy, he threatened my family. Moreover, Elijah Moore already recovering" he hissed. "You don't understand—"

"I understand perfectly," Olivia said coolly. "You think this is still about love. I mean you right, he's my man and only mine. But this whole mess—"

She turned, her eyes glinting. "This ain't about him. This is about what happens if he talks. If the media ever learns we pumped a soldier, son of this country,  full of mind-numbing shit so he could forget his black wife and child—"

"Ms Manson—"

"My father risked everything, everything, to protect our family from that embarrassment. I won't let it come undone because your conscience grew a pair of balls."

She stepped closer, pinning him with her gaze. "We can still control this. Give me one clean dose. Just one. I'll do the rest."

"I—I'm sorry I can't help you—my family—please get out my office"

"You really think this negro will leave your little poor wife and children alone ? Trust me you'll pay the high price Roberts"

She threw him a cold gaze and slammed the door closed.

Shadows followed Olivia as she jumped in her Jaguar. They trailed her for interminable hours, until she parked in front of a huge mansion.

Pops minions sent few words to Stack.

'Left the clinic an hour ago. Parked on 7th ***. Robert went other way'

6 : 00 PM

It was not his first time walking in this house since he had lost memory. Still, the new fresh smell of freedom mixed with lavender and Santal woods gave him comfort.

"When did they stopped by ?" Elijah asked, grazing at the boxes

Annie, on her way to change Lois diapers responded, her tone heavily anxious, "three or four days ago. We got 'til the month's end."

Elijah furrowed his eyebrows, moving slow to the living room counter. Bunch of papers including a colorful paper laid there.

"And what is this ?" He asked genuinely curious

"Oh nothing. Days ago was Lois first year anniversary. Before going to war, you told us, we'll throw a party, inviting the neighbors..."

He laughed, joy and mischief sparkling in his brown eyes.

"And did you ?"

Annie lowered her head, a veil of sadness passing over her face.

"Nobody came. Well, let's say I did try. I mean—anyway it's all behind now !" She disappeared inside the nursery

Elijah sat a moment, his eyes suddenly red of anger. He was thinking. Indeed Annie had been left all by herself for almost a month now, while he was recovering from some schemes fuckers put onto him.

The bank, this shitty neighborhood or even that bitch Olivia. These people had hurt his family. Now he was back, things were about to change. He would take care of them and fly back to Delta with Annie and Lois.

2:00 AM

The bottle of Jim Beam sweat in Stack's hand. Night had fallen over Chicago, draping the city in it usual lights and noises.

Standing next to the bar, topless, the corded muscles of his back and shoulders tight, wearing only a pair of grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips, he took a long pull from the bottle, the amber liquid flowing down his throat.

His high-standing appartement was now empty, Elijah went home with Annie, he had sent him a text to tell him so. Stack was now, totally alone — drowning in this luxury.

The apartment doorbell rang. One then twice. He climbed upstairs to check the security cameras.

The black and white footage nearly made him fall down—

"Ca—Carol ?" He couldn't believe his eyes. Yes she was supposed to come to Chicago but he ain't expecting her at his fucking doorway.

"Shit." He took the stairs two at a time on his way down, forgetting to wear a shirt.

He cracked the door open. Here stood Miss Jalapeña.

"Who done ordered el picante?" Carol hissed.

The hallway seemed to tighten around her figure. Her clear eyes deliberately sweep of him—his bare muscular chest, the expensive apartment with marble tiled floor, the bottle of Jim Beam on the bar.

"You livin' good, huh," she said, her voice a low murmur. "Long damns way from da roachy-ass motel you used to sneak off an' meet me for yo' lil' deals"

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A/N : I’m offering you these gifs to ask for forgiveness 😞 I experienced a writer block with this story I had to read it twice at least to gather ideas, I listen “What is love” by V. Bozeman the song really help me with Stack and Carol side story but more with Elijah getting back his home with full memory.

I’m kinda sad cause that story comes to end, I already wrote the final chapter (yes I do that to almost all my stories if not I’m going to write write and sheeesh never ending and I hate to not have an ending to my stories )

[golden-loona]

AURA | fourteen (final)

words: 2068

prev //

december 14th.

jungkook didn't have to shift from his comfortable spot on the couch when he heard the front door squeak open and then close with a gentle slam. he knew it would be yoongi with the promised chocolate cake from the cafe. his and jimin's friends had a habit of just letting themselves in, it didn't bother them though. saved them having to get up to answer the door.

yoongi appears in the living room doorway, an entire chocolate cake in a tub balancing on his palm, jungkook's eyes widen with surprise.

"i thought you said a slice?" jungkook blinks, yoongi sets the tub down on the coffee table and slumps onto the armchair with a heavy exhale. his head falling against the back of the armchair with relaxation.

"we had a whole cake left" yoongi speaks through a yawn, flexing his fingers as he stretches his exhausted limbs. jungkook gets up from his imprint in the couch, groaning as he reaches his arms up in a stretch, the joints of his elbows cracking. grabbing the tub, he moves through the living room to take the cake into the kitchen and storing it in the fridge.

"jin said you're still moping" yoongi remarks, eyes settling on the tv. an episode of ginny and georgia plays on the screen and yoongi snorts, "don't tell me he got you watching this shit," he adds.

"i watched it for shits 'n gigs and now i'm invested, sue me" jungkook calls out from the kitchen, his voice getting closer as he brings an open can of pepsi to yoongi. his own can tilts as he takes a sip. "besides, i kinda like the twins they're funny" jungkook carefully sits back into the warm spot on the couch.

a couple minutes of silence follows as they both train their eyes on the screen, lowkey invested in the YA netflix show. a fan buzzes as it slowly moves left to right in the corner of the room, wafting cool air amongst the humidity.

"how was work?" jungkook's tone is dreary, he doesn't sound interested but is probably just asking to make conversation. yoongi notices the lack of colour in his cheeks, like the life had been sucking out of him bit by bit. his emotion crawling out as each hour stretches.

this was hurting him. and it wasn't easy to ignore.

namjoon's words, the reality of it all had set in over the past couple days and it hit jungkook like a train. the harsh reminder of the fact that his car girl doesn't know him and he doesn't know her. she's a mere memory. just a girl who got in his car.

but to jungkook, she's the girl that kissed him like he was her oxygen. her touch set his skin alight with a fire he craves to feel again. her aura is magnetic, without that pull he feels lost. like the string of connection is loose and all he wants is to fucking tighten it again.

in jungkook's mind, he found her. someone he actually wants to sit and get to know. someone he wants to watch get ready for their date. someone he wants to bring flowers to. a smile he wants to see when he's had a long day.

yoongi shrugs with one shoulder, giving only a brief answer, "it was the same as always, busy." jungkook nods absentmindedly, watching the screen of the television but his brain isn't necessarily paying attention. an occasional breeze bringing him back to reality from his daydream.

the oscillating of the fan feels loud in the living room, the faint swish of the curtains joining it. yoongi occasionally steals glances at jungkook, words almost stuck in his chest. wondering when is the right time to speak, if now is even the right time. fuck it.

"kook," yoongi calls softly, the younger one looks at him with a low "hm?" yoongi swallows and prepares the words in his throat, not wanting to set off any emotional response.

"do you think she's out there speaking about you the way you speak about her?" yoongi asks, jungkook blinks. no answer crosses his mind because in all honesty, he's not truly thought about that.

a gentle shrug braces his shoulders, jungkook's gaze falling to his lap. "i hope so" he murmurs with a weak smile.

"she takes up so much space in my brain," jungkook continues, gaze averting anywhere except to his older friend. almost like he's afraid to open up. "i see her in my dreams, i thought i saw her in an ad last night," the words shake a faint chuckle in yoongi's chest.

"well kid, i hope you find her" yoongi says with a genuine smile, the hope in his eyes as their gazes meet gives jungkook a smidge of hope too. maybe one day.

"next lifetime, hm?" jungkook gives a sad grin and his eyes vert back to the television.

it's nice when yoongi and jungkook hang out. they don't feel obligated to make conversation in fear of awkwardness. they just enjoy the company of the other person. maybe that's why yoongi is jungkook's favourite hyung (against the other guys' knowledge).

of course that doesn't stop yoongi from teasing jungkook like an older brother. "so you dream about her?" a smirk curves on yoongi's face.

jungkook groans and throws his head back, "don't start, just as bad as jimin."

yoongi's head falls back gently, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "what do you dream about? the sex?" he asks bluntly, jungkook's throat seizes in a choke on air at yoongi's forwardness.

"no! well yes- but, i dream about her and what she looks like," jungkook exclaims defensively, his body language on one of defence too. avoiding yoongi's amused gaze, jungkook tilts the can bottoms up, gulping the rest of his pepsi.

yoongi gives him a look. an "i know you're waking up with a boner" kind of look. jungkook scoffs and shake his head in disbelief. "i'm not in it for the sex, hyung- when i think about her, i think about the details of just.. her."

"okay so, what does she look like?" yoongi asks with a gentle smile, "save me the "wet dream" bullcrap, be real" he adds, interlacing his fingers and resting them on his chest.

jungkook exhales, his mind goes to his memory and its like he falls into a love-stricken haze. his eyes brighten and his mouth naturally curves into a smile.

"she had dark hair, it was like half up and half down- and it had a slight curl to it at the end," jungkook begins, his mental image going from top to bottom. its so clear in his mind.

"her eyes- god her eyes, they were so beautiful," he takes a breath. "she had eyeliner on and like a glitter thing? underneath.. made her eyes all sparkly," jungkook's tone is soft and loving. like every word he speaks is fragile and protected.

"she had tinted lips, they weren't red but like a deep pink, you know?" yoongi nods as jungkook speaks, the description taking place in his mind.

"her smile was so pretty, everytime she smiled it reached her eyes and it just made her look so bright and lively," jungkook continues with a tender tone, imprinting his memory into each word.

"she had that tube top on and the skirt, she looked gorgeous.." he looks down at his hands as he picks at his fingernails, swallowing away the emotion thats been heating up in his chest.

a warm smile graces his face, "and she had a.. snake tattoo, on her wrist- it was honestly really cool when i think about it," jungkook speaks with a giddy smile. the ink tattooed in his mind.

"wait- snake tattoo?" yoongi asks confusedly, jungkook slowly nods. it sinks in. holy shit.

"are you talking about y/n?" yoongi sits up slightly, his chest heavy with potential realisation.

"who?" jungkook raises a brow, equally confused. his heart pounds his chest, feeling it shake his ribs like a rattle. "the girl i work with," yoongi says slowly, as if trying to help jungkook connect dots. but they aren't connecting.

"what does she look like?" jungkook shakes his head with a heavy breath, yoongi fumbles for his phone from his jacket pocket and unlocks it with haste.

he scrolls back through his camera roll, searching for a certain picture. a surprise party the employee's threw yoongi for his birthday. june.. may.. april.. march- found it. yoongi zooms in on a particular girl and turns the phone screen towards jungkook.

time stills. blood drains from his face and his heart pounds.

jungkook doesn't waste any time, "is she working?" yoongi nods and looks at his phone, checking the time before pushing it back into his pocket.

jungkook shoves his feet into his trainers, rushing to grab his car keys. completely forgetting the idea of a jacket.

"if you run, you'll catch her" yoongi says. he's right. traffic at this time is a joke, the keys crash back into the bowl by the front door and it slams behind him as jungkook rushes out. his feet are faster than his brain.

what will he say? what if she doesn't remember him? jungkook runs faster than he can remember running in his entire life. his world feels like its stopped spinning.

he slows his pace as the cafe comes into view and he stops outside the large window. the sky is darkening long after sunset, but the warm lighting in the cafe is still bright. his chest heaves for proper intakes of air, hands on his hips as he gains more control over his lungs. knees aching with either the run he just did or what his eyes have just seen through the cafe window.

he found her.

there she is. spraying and wiping down the counter, her hair is tousled into a quick ponytail, sleeves pushed to her elbows and an apron tied around her waist. she moves around the counter with practiced steps to tidy up the space on the other side.

jungkook takes a deep breath and mentally hopes the door is unlocked. with a gentle push, it opens. the bell above him rings in a signal.

"we're closed," she says dryly without looking back, continuing to do her job without a clue as to who is behind her.

"hello princess," the voice that's etched itself into her brain sounds behind her, she turns and her heart fucking pounds. her chest feels heavy, fingers tingling. there he is. prince charming.

"hi handsome," y/n responds, stepping closer. the steps toward each other become more hurried, their bodies clashing with need. their lips meeting in a desperate, relieved kiss. the rest of the world is a blur, their only focus? each other.

they pull back enough to look at each other, their gazes locked into each others eyes. the softest fondness, the relief.

"i've been looking for you for 10 days," jungkook breathes heavily, y/n falls into a light laugh.

"are you that obsessed?" she wittily responds, a joyful smile carved into her lips. jungkook is obsessed, his brows crease and a grin makes home on his lips. he nods with zero shame.

"i'm jungkook," he says, finally giving her his name. her eyes widen and the nods connect.

"you're jungkook?" she questions, hands on her hips as she takes a little step back, he nods. y/n laughs humourlessly, "ahh- i'm gonna kill yoongi."

jungkook snorts and chuckles deeply, "you're.. y/n, right?" y/n nods in response. "wanna kill him for not introducing us?" y/n suggest, jungkook makes a noise of amusement and steps closer to her. his hands gently grazing her hips to pull her closer.

"it'll be our first date," jungkook looks down at y/n with bright eyes, she smooths out his tshirt with gentle hands.

"you didn't even ask me if i wanted to go on a date," y/n's reply is sassy, the attitude that has jungkook hooked. "do i even have to ask?" jungkook quips, y/n licks her lips and looks away with a stifled smile.

"no," she finally responds, blush pinking her cheeks. "thought so, princess," jungkook tucks a stray part of hair behind her ear gently and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead.

that magnetic pull has never felt stronger.

a/n: and thats it! thank you all for loving this fic and engaging with it, its meant the world to me 💖 big thank you to @thearchersupremacy for being my beta reader 😇

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golden-loona 2025

[hey-itsdollie]

HELLOOOOO POOKSSIEEEESSSSSSS GUESS WHO'S BACK AGAINNNN

Ok so like I have a teensy weensy little idea which is like.. Kaiser, shidou, ness, sae and rin (feel free to exclude any of them for your convenience) with an s/o who looks all naive and shii... But is secretly Larry.. (Reader who looks and acts naive but is freakier than the dudes)

Like just imagine the so pretending to fall for their flirting then she just pulls the old switcharoo and grabs their chin or like kabedons them idk something along those lines.

Also, have you watched the new season of squid game? It's honestly something tbh but it's just so uhhhnnnnnn that I have to close my eyes for a bunch of scenes (T-T)

my friend (the one who I had the beef with but got over ) reccomended that I watch it (I had a hard time finding the free site but I ended up using 1flix after I found it on reddit)and honestly I'm scared but whatever gets convos going for the friend group works 😭

Anyways, wish you a sparkly, exciting , fluffy, warm, squishy, heart racing, bubbly day filled with tons of stories to tell! See you around again soon, I'll be off for now!

—Sincerely, friendship drama girl 🍓

Not so naive after all...

‧₊˚ ┊ In which the bllk guy's gf isn't as naive as they thought

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » shidou. sae. rin.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, fem reader, semi suggestive, established relationship, aged up!

── .✦ Ryusei Shidou

Shidou was often considered the flirt in the relationship. He always had his hands on you, always whispering things to you whether or not it was in private or public. He just loved watching your expressions change–loved seeing your cheeks redden with each word that left his lips.

Now, for example, it was nothing different.

Currently you two were out shopping for clothes. Shidou had his leg bouncing as he waited outside the dressing room, once you came out wearing a beautiful dress he practically pounces at you. His arms reached to touch you but you pushed him back “Down boy.” You laugh, making him freeze.

Normally you just gave in, let him do as he pleased–let him touch you as he pleased. But you stopped him.

“Come on baby, we don’t want to interrupt this peaceful atmosphere right?” You smoothly whisper, grabbing his chin. Using your free hand to caress the side of his face, Shidou grinned as he gazed at you. His cheeks reddening for once at your stare.

“Cat got your tongue Ryusei?” You question making him shake his head. “Of course not doll, what I can’t appreciate my girl?”

“Not when you act like a horny devil.” You scoff and go back into the dressing room.

── .✦ Sae Itoshi

Sae was the type of boyfriend to not act much on his perverted thoughts. Instead he would make small comments here and there, always when it mattered.

The two of you were getting ready to go out to dinner. You were standing in front of the mirror, checking over your outfit to make sure everything matched and if your makeup wasn’t too much.

Sae came in fixing the buttons on the shirt he was wearing when he saw you. Making his way over he wrapped his hands around your waist, placing kisses along your neck and shoulder. “You look beautiful.” He muttered against your skin.

“Yeah you think so?” You question softly, turning and placing your hands on his chest. “You look really handsome, honey.” You coo running your hands up to his face.

Sae raised his eyebrow not used to you being so straightforward.

“Hm, where is this coming from?” He questioned, raising his head, “Where is what coming from?” You laugh watching his face full of confusion.

“Hm, maybe I’ve learned from you? What don't you like it?” You tilt your head making Sae shake his head. “Never said I didn’t like it.” He muttered feeling your hands go up around his neck, a soft sigh leaving him as he enjoyed your hands on him.

“Woah honey, we still have to go to dinner–you can get your dessert after that.” You laugh and walk over to the bed to grab the rest of your things that you might need.

── .✦ Rin Itoshi

“Hey, baby.” You hum and wrap your arms around Rin. His body tensed but then he turned confused. “Hm? What’s got you so confident?” He questioned not being used to you pulling the first move.

“What? Am I not allowed to be?” You hum and hang on him, “That’s not what I’m saying.” Rin replied as he pulled you closer. Sure he wasn’t one to act on his affection much nor voice his thoughts. But he had his moments.

Perhaps that’s all he needed. Just a small push from you, a sign that it was okay and bam he was lost.

Rin buried his face into your neck, “I missed you…”

“Yesh? How badly.?” You ask making Rin raise his head, “Are you trying to play with me?” He questioned making you laugh, “Maybe… is it working?”

Your boyfriend nodded, “Yeah…” You smiled and pulled him closer, Rin melted into your touch as you ran a hand through his hair.

You laughed watching him completely give in, pulling away Rin held back a whine. Knowing he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he hadn’t .

“Didn’t know you could be so submissive.” You hum, making your boyfriend groan and go to sit on the couch. “Don’t act so dark and moody now!” You tease running up to him and planting yourself on him.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[bbina]

its safe to say you didn't get much sleep

the sheer thought of your new routine starting today wherein your boss would start driving you to and from work just kept you up all night tossing and turning

thinking about how a kind gesture led up to this?

but somehow deep inside, you feel like it's just some fluke. maybe bossman was just tired and cranky last night. the joint meeting did take four hours of everyone's time of day yesterday

yeah. maybe it really is just a fluke. just some in the heat of the moment type beat. chenle probably already forgot about it in his sleep

since you barely slept at all, you woke up a tad bit earlier than your set alarm so you took your sweet time getting ready for the day. for the first time in a long time, you were able to brew your own coffee today. you actually had time to prepare which has become rare these past few weeks

by the time you had finished doing everything, it was already 7:30 AM. you made a mental note to get a move on so you could catch the next bus by 7:45 since it takes 30 minutes to get to work from your apartment

you were taking your sweet time gathering your things for the day when your phone vibrates three consecutive times and then you get a call

your eyes widened when you read the I.D caller

fuck.

letting it ring two more times, you accept the call

"hello–"

"you're late" chenle cuts you off

your brows furrow, checking the time. it's 7:31

"huh? i'm not" you say, "i clock in at 8:30 case you forgot"

on the other end of the line you can hear chenle scoff

"didn't i say i'd be here at 7:30 sharp last night? and i told you not to be late"

your blood runs cold. what did he mean by that? was he actually downstairs?

you run up to your window that was facing the road. you look down below, trying to identify chenle's car and holy fucking shit. he was actually being serious last night

there he was, in front of the entrance of your apartment building. his sleek black car that you've ruined the seats of, parked directly in front with chenle leaning back on the car doors with his phone up against his ear

he really kept his word, huh

"i see you. you're already ready after all. i'll see you down here" and with that, he ends the call

you blink once. twice. going thrice before you let out a strangled scream

your phone vibrates in your hand again. you open your phone to see it was a message from chenle

[7:36 AM] Sir Zhong (Boss): we're going to be late. [7:36 AM] Sir Zhong (Boss): don't make me come up there [7:37 AM] you: ALRIGHT. I'M COMING DOWN ALREADY [7:37 AM] Sir Zhong (Boss): finally. jesus. i'm deducting a small cut from your pay for making me wait this long [7:37 AM] you: for making you wait 5 minutes??? [7:38 AM] Sir Zhong (Boss): time is money [7:38 AM] Sir Zhong (Boss): why are you still texting me maybe if you just get down already maybe we could've had this conversation in real life

chenle sees that you've read his message and pockets his phone. he clicks in tongue in annoyance once more when he checks the time on his watch for the nth time today (it's been 5 minutes)

he thought you had understood his new implemented rule last night. did he not sound serious enough through text?

chenle was about to send another message when you finally walk out of the door

"good morning, boss" you greet, walking up to him while adjusting the straps of your bag

chenle narrows his eyes, "don't 'good morning' me. you're late" he says sternly, fishing out his car keys. "i told you i'd be here 7:30 sharp"

you purse your lips together, walking around the car to get to the passenger side. "i didn't think you were being serious.." you muttered

chenle's eyebrows shoot up and you instantly cower

"you've been working with me for a month and you still don't know when i'm being serious or not?" he says incredulous

"okay fine i'm sorry!" you stomp your foot like a child, "i thought it was just a fluke and you'd forget about it in the morning, turns out i'm wrong and you were being serious after all"

chenle scoffs, unlocking the car and getting in. you follow suit and close the door immediately. when you get in, you realized this was the car which seats you've ruined. he had changed the color of it. it went from brown to black

"well now you know i'm a man of my word" chenle huffs, bringing the engine to life. "you ready?" he asks, turning to you. you nod your head yes and he hums

his hand turns the gear shift to reverse and he starts to back out of the curb and before you know it, you were on the main road on the way to the company

the drive for the most part was silent. save the occasional mutters from chenle about getting caught in a red light or how the radio was playing shitty songs. luckily he didn't strike a conversation

and before you know it, you two have arrived at the company. chenle quickly parks at his designated parking spot and turns off the car but he didn't get out just yet. you two were just in there, in silence, unsure whether to leave already or not

"so who's getting out first.. me or you" chenle starts, staring at the dashboard. if he was being honest, he didn't really mind if people see but he's not exactly ready to explain what prompted him into clocking in at work together with his assistant when he was notorious for doing things alone

hell, he doesn't even come in with kun to work unless it's absolutely necessary like an important VVIP client was visiting and he had to be the first one to open the office

things like that. definitely not things like this

"uhh..." you paused, thinking about a good escape plan. "i think it would be best if i walked out first? since there's barely anyone in the parking lot" you suggest

chenle shrugs, not really caring who gets out first

"okay"

"okay.." you repeat, blinking at chenle who just leans back and whips out his phone. you look down at your lap before you look at the door. taking a deep breath, you put on the straps of your bag on your shoulder and open the door first. "thanks for the ride.. boss"

chenle just nods and continues to scroll through his phone

you take a good look around your surroundings. since it was still kind of early, it was basically a ghost town so you take this time to get to the front doors without any drawing suspicions from any employee whether they were a janitor or interns. word can spread around fast in office settings

when you finally enter the building, it almost feels like you just won a marathon. why did that walk from the parking lot feel like it was 5 kilometers away. maybe your thoughts were becoming excess baggage from overthinking everything

like what if anyone saw you getting out of chenle's car? what if someone found out that chenle had implemented a new rule last night that he'd start driving you home after jeno offered to? what if—

"good morning, my work bestie!" hyuck's voice rings your ears, greeting you at the front desk

fuck. the one person you hoped and prayed you wouldn't bump into first thing in the morning today specifically

"g-good morning!" you stammer, completely fucking yourself over. why were you so nervous for no reason?

hyuck raises a brow, a little skeptical at your reaction. why were you acting weird when the day barely started, let alone you just clocked in at the same time as he did

before hyuck could even ask a question, the man of the hour walks in

"boss man clocking in this early?! oh today is going to be a long day" hyuck exclaims in the middle of the lobby, causing a few visitors to look at him in bewilderment

chenle gives him a look before smiling at his receptionists, greeting them warmly

"good morning everyone" chenle greets cooly, he then nods to you in acknowledgment. "morning, assistant" he teases, smirking to himself when he notices you freeze for a second

you actually can't believe him right now. acting like he didn't just show up at your apartment early this morning to drive you to work. like you two weren't just in the same car for the past hour

you almost forgot that you were with hyuck at that exact moment. because the way he was shaking your shoulder vigorously asking why boss man was teasing you this early on in the morning

"hey what's up with that look bossman just gave you? you two have inside jokes now?! SPILL PLEASE" hyuck shoots out questions every 5 seconds

"what look are you talking about? you mean the same look he torments me with every waking day? yeah.. no" you shut him down before he could even start instigating or worse, making things up

hyuck cackles and pushes you towards the elevator where chenle was currently waiting in

"oh look at that! boss man is still here" hyuck muses, getting in the elevator with you in tow. "feels weird seeing you this early dude" hyuck wraps his arm around chenle's who just chuckles

"figured i need to start showing up more especially to my employees so that they could actually admire their boss" chenle boasts. to you however it almost sounds like a jab towards jeno who boasted (or at least, you think that's what chenle felt when he heard jeno say it last night) about how he treats his employees well

"you got my respect no matter what, dude" hyuck smiles widely at chenle

hyuck suddenly gets a call and excuses himself to the other side of the elevator. chenle takes this time to press the button to his floor. you could've done it for him since you were standing right in front of the elevator buttons but chenle had other plans

chenle leans a little too close for your liking and mumbles something to your ear. just loud enough for you to hear

"don't be late again tomorrow or i'll start charging late fees"

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . CHAUFFEUR

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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✎ AUTHORS NOTE . . . chenle is so hot i cry every time i remember

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