#Soundproofing Windows 3

[eewindows]

Soundproofing Windows 3: A Modern Guide to Peace and Quiet

In today’s fast-paced world, peace and quiet at home are not luxuries—they're necessities. Whether it's the honking of traffic, noisy neighbors, or urban bustle, external noise pollution is increasingly infringing on personal space. This is where Soundproofing Windows 3 comes into play—a concept that's more than just a product; it's a movement toward reclaiming serenity.

Why Soundproofing Matters More Than Ever

Noise pollution has a direct impact on health. From interrupted sleep cycles to increased stress levels, the effects are well-documented. For homeowners and apartment dwellers alike, the demand for noise reduction windows and soundproofing doors has grown significantly.

Soundproofing Windows 3 represents the latest evolution in acoustic window technology, combining cutting-edge design with proven noise-dampening materials. But how does it really work, and why is it essential?

The Science Behind Soundproofing Windows 3

Soundproofing isn’t just about thicker glass. It's about strategic layering, air gaps, and advanced framing. Soundproofing Windows 3 typically employs:

Multi-pane glass layers with varying thicknesses to break sound waves.

Laminated glass that uses a sound-dampening interlayer.

Vacuum-sealed or gas-filled gaps between panes to eliminate vibrational pathways.

Specialized frames that reduce resonance and seal any acoustic leaks.

When paired with noise reducing doors, the result is a near-seamless barrier between indoor calm and outdoor chaos.

Real-World Benefits: What Homeowners Say

"After installing the new soundproofing windows, the difference was night and day. We live near a main road and the constant traffic noise used to keep us up. Now, it's like living in the countryside." — Maria H., Sydney

"I added soundproofing doors along with upgraded windows for my home studio. The sound isolation is incredible. I can finally record without any interruptions." — James B., Melbourne

These testimonials reflect a growing trend of residents investing in peace of mind, one window and door at a time.

Integrating Soundproofing Into Your Home

While Soundproofing Windows 3 is a significant upgrade, it's even more effective when integrated into a broader noise-control strategy. This includes:

Installing noise reducing doors for entryways and interior rooms.

Using door sweeps and acoustic seals.

Reinforcing walls with insulation or acoustic panels.

For those living in high-noise zones, this holistic approach offers the best defense against unwanted sound.

FAQs About Soundproofing Windows 3

Q: Are soundproofing windows completely silent? A: No solution can block 100% of external sound, but high-quality noise reduction windows can significantly lower it to undetectable levels for most people.

Q: Can I install soundproofing doors without replacing my windows? A: Yes, upgrading to soundproofing doors alone can have a substantial impact, especially in apartments or interior rooms.

Q: How long does installation take? A: Depending on the scope, a professional installation of Soundproofing Windows 3 usually takes a few hours per window.

Q: Is this solution suitable for both homes and offices? A: Absolutely. The principles behind noise reduction windows and noise reducing doors apply to any space where silence is golden.

Final Thoughts

Soundproofing Windows 3 is not just a product—it's a path to a quieter, healthier life. As cityscapes grow louder, the need for Upvc Double Glazing and soundproofing doors will only intensify. Integrating this technology into your space ensures you're not just building a house, but crafting a sanctuary.

[ilovemilestellersmoustache]

is it chill that you’re in my head?

Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolts!reader

Summary: You’ve been alone all your life so moving into a tower of people who considered each other family wasn’t ideal, already not being able to spark a connection with anyone you were alone most of the time searching for the feeling of home… Then again do you really know what that feels like? Maybe not until a late night accidental meeting with the most timid member fills you with nothing but these so called sparks.

WC: 2.1K

The Thunderbolts Tower didn’t exactly feel like home.

It had walls, sure. Expensive ones. Reinforced steel, soundproof panels, panic rooms tucked behind sliding concrete. It had amenities too, an espresso machine Yelena had nearly gone to war for, a rooftop garden Alexei insisted needed “more nature” a gym Bucky used at 3 a.m. when he thought no one was watching.

But it didn’t feel like home. Not in the way people always talked about it in books and movies. The way they described a home as something you felt comfortable in, regardless the place. This… This place to you was shelter. A bunker. A glorified holding cell for the world’s sharpest, most broken tools.

Home had always been a delicate concept to you. Something you brushed against in dreams and woke up aching from.

You weren’t built for places like this. Maybe if really was just shelter to the rest of the team, you wouldn’t feel like you were alone.

You moved like smoke and silence, with eyes that had seen too much and lips that rarely curled into something that resembled softness. You haunted hallways instead of walking them. Shadows slipped around your shoulders like a second skin. And even though no one ever said it out loud, you knew what they whispered when they thought you couldn’t hear:

“She doesn’t sleep.”

“She never eats with us.”

“Doesn’t even flinch when Alexei sets off the dummy mines…”

You weren’t cruel. Just… quiet. Always on the outside looking in. Ava was the only one who tried sometimes passing you energy drinks like peace offerings, leaning against walls near you without pushing conversation. Even then, her ghost skin sometimes glitched if your gaze lingered too long.

So you stayed to yourself. Up late. Headphones in. Music low enough to hear your own heartbeat, just loud enough to drown the past.

Until that night.

⸻

It was the kind of night that pressed against the windows like breath, thick and humid, the air barely cool enough to pass for midnight. The city was still awake below, glowing soft and gold, like someone forgot to dim the lights before sleep.

Bob Reynolds hadn’t meant to leave his room.

He was used to the nightmares by now. Most of them started the same, the Void dragging his name across black skies like a warning, cold sweat trickling down his neck, the echo of screams that had long since blurred into static. He usually stayed curled up on the edge of his mattress, white knuckled and wide eyed, talking himself back from wherever he was. The Other.

But tonight, the weight was heavier. He could feel it clawing under his ribs, thick as tar, breathing down his neck.

So he ran.

Barefoot, hoodie half zipped over his threadbare sleep shirt, hands still trembling from the remnants of the dark. He didn’t even realize he was heading for the roof until he felt the air shift. Third floor, westside. The door creaked open, and—

There you were.

Perched on the ledge knees tucked to your chest, one headphone in, hair stirring slightly in the breeze, swimming in dark jeans and sweater a colour of blue he’s never seen. The moonlight poured over you like it had been waiting all night just for this moment, soft silver across your cheekbone, dancing along your collarbone. You looked like a memory. Or maybe something from one of his dreams, the rare kind that didn’t end in screaming.

You barely glanced at him.

Not startled. Not wary. Just… curious. Then you looked back at the skyline like he was nothing more than another part of the silence.

Bob froze.

He hadn’t seen you like this. No one had. You were a myth at best. A name on a file at worst. A flash of movement out of the corner of a bloodied mission. But this? This was something else.

Still, you didn’t move.

Didn’t disappear into smoke or shadows. Didn’t pull a knife or raise an eyebrow or ask what he was doing there.

Instead, you pulled one earbud out, a gentle movement, deliberate, like offering someone the last piece of chocolate without saying a word.

“…Can’t sleep either?”

Your voice was softer than he expected. Nothing like the precision of your fighting or the clipped orders you gave on missions. It was fragile. A little sad. And something about it made something in him crack.

“…No,” Bob said quietly. “Nightmares.”

You nodded once. Just enough to say I know.

And then you did something that made his heart ache a little.

You patted the space beside you.

He walked over slowly, cautiously, as if he might spook you. But you didn’t flinch. Didn’t vanish.

And when he sat beside you, legs dangling off the ledge, hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie… he realized something.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, he wasn’t the most dangerous thing in the room. (At least felt like it)

But for the first time, that didn’t terrify him.

It comforted him.

Because beside you, wrapped in moonlight and a silence that felt like safety, Bob Reynolds didn’t feel like a monster.

He felt human.

And somehow, that felt like the most dangerous thing of all.

⸻

It became a pattern.

Not the kind that wore out, not the kind that dulled with repetition… But the kind you traced with your fingers in the dark, over and over, just to remind yourself it was real.

Every night, like clockwork, around 1:30 a.m., your phone would buzz. Your phone lights up your nightstand in the black more than the actual lamp.

Roof?

Just one word. No punctuation. No signature. As if he knew and maybe he did, that anything more might scare it all away.

You never replied.

You didn’t have to.

Five, sometimes ten minutes later, you’d climb the stairs barefoot, hoodie half zipped, music still humming low in one ear. There was never an announcement, no grand entrances. You just… appeared. Like the breeze. Like the hush before rain.

Bob would already be there. Perched on the ledge or leaned back against the wall, that soft, faraway look in his eyes like he was already a million miles into his own head.

And you’d sit beside him, not touching, not asking.

Just existing together in the quiet.

It became your rhythm.

Two ghosts in the night, finding each other again and again.

You talked.

Just thinking of all the fun things you guys could do. Sometimes it was nonsense, constellations, movie soundtracks and why Alexei even insisted on a garden if he won’t tend it. Other times, it cut deep. He told you about the Void and how it felt like being strangled by your own reflection. You told him about the first life you ever took, how the blood didn’t scare you, but the stillness afterward did.

“I didn’t flinch,” you’d whispered, like it was a confession.

He hadn’t judged. Just nodded, like he understood that kind of stillness.

He told you he liked your laugh.

The way it caught in your throat and crinkled the corners of your eyes, like you were surprised by the sound.

You told him you liked his voice low, patient, like warm hands wrapping around your ribcage and holding everything inside together.

And slowly, so slowly, something inside you began to thaw.

Like frost giving way to spring.

⸻

By daylight, you were still the same.

Guarded. Sharp edged. Vanishing before anyone could hold on too long. When John teased or Alexei roared with that too-loud, too-big laughter, you smirked, nodded, and slipped out of the room like you’d never been there.

But Bob noticed the changes.

The subtle ones.

Sticky notes on the fridge reminding him to get the oat milk he liked. An extra tea packet slipped beside his thermos. Your hair which you’d always tied back with clinical precision, now down more often, curling in the wind just like it had that night on the roof when he’d told you it looked soft.

He noticed everything.

And your phone…

It didn’t just light up your nightstand anymore.

It lit up you. Your heart. Your whole damn being.

Sometimes, when you were alone in the lull between missions, curled on top of too-starched sheets, you found yourself replaying his voice like a secret song you weren’t supposed to know the lyrics to.

You caught yourself smiling.

“Sometimes I wonder,” you whispered to no one in particular, “when you sleep… are you ever dreaming of me?”

You hated that you felt like this.

You weren’t supposed to.

This was a foreign feeling. Truth be told you didn’t really know what it was, just that you’ve never felt this good, this nice. People like you didn’t get nice. Didn’t get soft or safe or whole. You were a blade, and blades didn’t get to love things. They cut them.

But still. You relay the echoes of his footsteps coming up the roof stairs. You wanted long nights with his hands up in your hair… Just want him to stay with you and not share him.

Every night when that single word lit up your screen, your heart raced like it had something to lose.

⸻

And then came the night everything shifted.

You’d been laughing, breathless, aching laughter about nothing at all. Something he said. Or maybe it was the way he’d said it. His hoodie was too big on him, his hair curling at the ends from rooftop humidity, his eyes glowing soft in the starlight like he’d swallowed a sunbeam.

And suddenly, your laughter faded.

You just looked at him.

Watched him in that long, quiet way that made the air feel thinner, like the moment itself was fragile and sacred. You memorized every inch, the scar on his chin, the faint stubble on his jaw, the way he sat so still like he didn’t want to startle the peace between you.

Your voice barely made it above the wind.

“Sometimes…” you breathed, “when I look into your eyes… I pretend you’re mine.”

The silence cracked.

“All the damn time.”

Bob blinked. Like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

You laughed, soft, nervous, filled with static.

“Is it cool I said all that?” you rushed. “Is it chill that you’re in my head? I know this is all… delicate. But I think about you all the time. And I know you probably don’t feel—”

You didn’t get to finish.

He kissed you.

Gentle. Unrushed. The kind of kiss that felt like a question. Like he was afraid of breaking something sacred.

And when you kissed him back, your hands in his hair and his breath catching against your lips it didn’t feel like fire.

It felt like falling.

Like walking into the sea and letting it swallow you whole.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” he whispered.

“Every night. Even when I’m awake.”

⸻

Yelena was the first to know.

You came to training the next morning late, hair slightly windblown, smile lingering at the edges of your lips like a secret you weren’t quite ready to share.

“She’s glowing,” Yelena muttered to Ava, who gave a smirk that said finally.

Even Bucky, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow when he saw Bob in the hallway.

“So…you and our little shadow, huh?”

Bob turned the color of his hoodie. But he didn’t deny it.

No one teased. Not really. Maybe they all understood something unspoken:

That sometimes, the softest things grow in the harshest places.

That even steel can bloom if you leave it in the right hands.

⸻

Now, some nights, you still go to the roof.

But you don’t leave alone.

Bob’s already there, hoodie sleeves too long, arms open, waiting like you’re the only thing he’s ever waited for.

You crawl into them like you belong there. Because maybe, just maybe, you do.

The city hums below.

The stars blink above.

And somewhere between everything you were taught not to want and everything you’ve dared to feel, you realize—

Your reputation’s never been worse.

But when he looks at you like you hung the damn moon?

He must like you for you.

And no, you can’t promise this will last. You can’t promise you’ll survive this world with all your pieces intact. You don’t know if happy endings are real for people like you.

But maybe that’s what makes it matter.

The most delicate thing in the world…

is choosing someone in the dark,

and letting them love the parts you were sure no one ever would.

And he does.

Night after night, word after word, kiss after kiss.

Bob Reynolds loves you like it’s the only truth left in the world.

And you’re finally letting him.

⸻

A/N: Uh so if theres like a part here where it looks like its missing a paragraph or sum lemme know bc my tumblr has been acting nuts and i had to lay this out like 100 times and i genuinely cannot read this one more time again I’m crashing out

[trainer-from-unova]

secret

Ⓢ english ao3 Ⓢ spanish ao3 Ⓢ masterlist ���

ship: the void x f!reader (x bob reynolds)

summary: where you're dating the void, and not even bob knows it. it was easy to hide the secret from him, it was the others who were the problem.

au: bob and the void are different personalities / did

c/w: post-canon, hurt/comfort (but not for poor bob), void bullying bob

a/n: english isn't my first language and a kudo on ao3 will be appreciated even if you read it here <3

word count: 2281

It had been a good few months for Bob. Although he didn't dare use his powers again, he was now living free with the New Avengers in their tower. He had gained a group of friends, a family who loved him and really cared about him. What he didn't know was that he had also gained a girlfriend, kinda. And to his surprise, she was the one he shared the least alone time with, or so he thought.

It was easy to hide the secret from Bob, it was the others who were the problem. Luckily there were few of them in the team, but they still seemed too many. It didn't help that almost all of them were trained as spies and that one in particular could turn invisible, though at least Void had the ability to see her even if she turned invisible to the others.

They saw each other at night, when everyone was asleep and when Bob was supposed to be asleep, so Bob would have no gaps in his memory and wouldn't suspect anything. But it's hard not to make noise when you meet your partner in your room at night... Although the walls, doors and windows of the attic were soundproofed, they always tried to make as little noise as possible, as some of the team members had enhanced abilities.

And even if there was plenty of room, sometimes it was inevitable that they would bump into someone.

It was three o'clock in the morning when, kissing goodbye in front of Bob's bedroom door, they accidentally bumped into Bucky, probably awake due to insomnia or just awakened by a nightmare with traumatic memories. The couple separated quickly, and luckily the darkness of the place disguised well the facial expression of Void, so different and yet so similar to Bob's.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" said the soldier in a whisper.

"Don't worry about it," she said in the same tone, looking up at him as she took her boyfriend's hand, squeezing it tightly. And he understood perfectly what she was trying to communicate: "Play along with me and pretend". "Please don't say anything to the others, we want it to be secret," and in that sense she wasn't lying. "You haven't seen us and we haven't seen you, okay? This didn't happen."

Though it was dark they noticed him nod as he resumed his silent course, and Void merely said a silent goodbye to her as well, leaning over her slightly to kiss the top of her head as he grabbed the doorknob with one hand to slowly open the door and lock himself inside the room.

If only Bucky had been the only one who had discovered them unwittingly... But as time went on they all discovered them, and they followed the same strategy they had with this one.

Also, as time went on, Bob began to feel something for her. It was more than companionship and friendship, and perhaps it didn't make sense because he didn't have as close a relationship with her as he did with Yelena, but he could tell he had a special chemistry with her. He unknowingly caught the love that Void had for her.

And he might not remember the experiences of Void, but the muscle memory remained. He couldn't help but turn his neck in the direction ______ was facing, fix his eyes on her, sharpen his hearing at the sound of her voice, and even feel the urge to take her hand and kiss her. Clearly he didn't do that, because she wasn't his. He knew that. A voice inside him reminded him of it when he stared at her too long. "She's not yours." But he wanted to make her his, and he knew he needed female advice for that.

"Can we talk?" Bob asked quietly, shyly entering his best girl friend's bedroom after he knocked on the door with a few taps and she told him from inside that he could come in. "I need advice on a matter..." he said as he closed the door behind him.

"Sure," she replied as she got up from the bed she was lying on, sitting cross-legged and locking her mobile phone to put it away. "What is it?" she asked as she watched him approach her bed. "Is something wrong?" she asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"No no," he said quickly, reassuring her and dispelling any doubts about his mental health. "You see..." he sighed, staring off into nothingness, mentally thinking about what he was going to say and how he was going to say it, "I like ______," he said shyly, "and, I don't know," he shrugged, "I was wondering if you could give me some advice on... I don't know- Winning her over and maybe asking her out," she looked at him completely quizzical, frowning.

"Weren't you already dating her?"

"What?" he asked now, in the same tone and with the same facial expression. "No."

"Oh so you're just having an affair...?" she asked, a little less confused.

"No, not even that," he said still just as confused, and the same level of confusion returned in her.

"I saw you together one night," she remembered, "kissing in the middle of the hallway."

"Are you sure it was me?"

"Well, yes — it was dark, but..."

And she stopped dead in her tracks, falling silent for a second. As soon as they both heard the word "dark" they looked at each other tense and nervous, but with understanding.

"Do you think she knows it's not me?" he asked.

"How could she not know? If she thought it was you she'd be throwing herself into your arms all the time."

Knowing that she was well aware that it wasn't Bob he felt a mixture of emotions: sadness, anger, surprise, confusion, envy, jealousy... He found it hard to believe, and if that wasn't enough, Yelena added more information:

"______ told me you wanted it to be a secret, asked me not to tell anyone and to pretend I hadn't seen anything even with you- with them," she corrected herself quickly.

"Good God," he said getting up from the bed, pacing back and forth hysterically, "How did- How did he- How did they- Oh my God," he was overwhelmed by all the questions on his mind, but he didn't want Void to show up to answer them, let alone lose control of the body. "What should I do?" he asked looking at Yelena at last.

"First calm down and then talk to her. There is no other option."

Unfortunately she wasn't present in the tower, she had gone out for a while and because of that he went to ask Yelena for advice at that very moment. He had to wait for her to return, and the wait became eternal and deadly.

"What is it, honey?" she asked as she set her bag on her desk, her back to him. He wasn't surprised by the nickname as she often called him and the other men in the group that. They were in her bedroom, with the door closed. She had just arrived and didn't even have time to take off her shoes.

"By that do you mean me? Or Void?" He said behind her, trying not to sound too annoyed, and it was a good thing she had her back to him, because the way her face darkened wasn't at all disguised. She tried to recompose her facial expression before turning to look at him.

"What?" She asked pretending to be confused, though she really was, but in the way she was pretending to be.

"Don't play dumb with me," he said, not completely annoyed but clearly not happy — he was nervous and tired, eager for this awkward moment to be over as soon as possible. He didn't like confrontations, even if they were only verbal and seemingly peaceful.

"What do you know?" she asked, now really serious.

"Enough," he nodded, infected by her seriousness.

"And how do you know that?" she asked as she crossed her arms.

"That doesn't matter now," he replied. "What kind of relationship do you have?"

"We're dating," she reported matter-of-factly but still folded her arms, lifting her shoulders slightly and looking at the ground for a second. The confirmation from her side felt like a stab in Bob's chest. There it was again, that mix of emotions inside his chest.

"Okay, leave him," he said.

"Just because you say so?" she said sarcastically as she laughed, snorting through her nose. She didn't mean to be rude, but she wasn't liking the conversation and wanted to make her position clear. "I'm not leaving him," she said shaking her head subtly, "and he's not leaving me. Our love life is none of your business."

"A monster like him can't fall in love," he informed her, trying to talk some sense into her.

"He's not a monster, and he can," she said annoyed and hurt.

"It's impossible," he replied.

"No," she shook her head again, growing more and more annoyed and hurt.

"I mean- You're wonderful, but-" he hastened to correct himself, blushing slightly, closing his eyes tightly and holding up his hands.

"I know him better than you do Bob," she said.

"Better than me!?" He couldn't help laughing in the same way she laughed before, but the laughter didn't last long. "I just want to protect you," he said desperately now.

"I don't need your protection," she said annoyed.

"You're not safe with him!" he said, also annoyed.

"He's changed!" She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted.

"Oh, you fixed him?" he said annoyed but with a smirk, laughing as he looked at her raising eyebrows.

Now she was the one stabbed in the chest. Her face softened, but not in amusement or joy, but in utter hurt. She looked at him as if he had betrayed her. Her eyes widened like discs as she listened in surprise at such audacity, but they also trembled, as did her narrowed lips. He quickly realised the mistake he had made, and in sorrow he approached her to try to take her hands and apologise, but she took a step back.

"...He talks to me better than you do," she said again, wrinkling her forehead as she subtly shook her head.

"𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊."

"Nonono," he said in despair at hearing that, overwhelmed by the situation and feeling himself losing control. His facial expression and body language changed in an instant, as did his tone. "Robert, the hero," he said sarcastically as he moved closer to her to calm her in his arms. "I swear I'd kill him if I could," he said as he kissed her head furiously, looking furiously at the nothingness behind her back.

"He means no harm..." she said softly as she hugged him tightly.

"But bad execution," he said as he pulled away from her to put his hands on her cheeks, making her stare at him. "Don't listen to him. I love you," he said seriously.

"I know..." she said, looking him in the eyes. "But..." She looked down, sorrowful.

"He's jealous, he thinks he's a better choice for you," he said as he released her cheeks to take her hands.

"What?" she asked confused.

"Yeah, he's been in love with you for a while. I've tried to contain it as much as I can."

"Oh..." she said crestfallen and thoughtful. "Don't torture him too much," she looked back into his eyes, "he's got enough, the poor guy," and he rolled his eyes as she let go of his hands, but he had no choice. "I'm sure he knows it from the others," she said annoyed as she leaned her buttocks on the edge of the desk, arms folded. "Maybe it's time to come forward..." She sighed deeply, thoughtfully and worriedly as he raised his arms and rested his head in his hands.

She didn't like having a secret relationship, but she was aware of the opinion others had of her partner. It made her sick to remember it now, but in the beginning she thought badly of him too. How things had changed... She fell completely at his feet, but she had no regrets — he gave her no reason to do so, surprisingly.

"I don't give a fuck about what they think of me," he said nonchalantly, "but I know that unfortunately you don't," he huffed in annoyance, lowering his arms. "Are you sure about that? You know their first impression of me wasn't a good one."

"Why is that?" She said sarcastically, to which he couldn't help but laugh, moving closer to her, dangerously close, and placing one of his hands on the side of her hips, dropping the weight of his body on his arm and ducking his head and gaze.

"I can behave, you know that," he said smirking, and also leering.

"You can when you shut your mouth because you want them to think you're Bob," she reminded him without returning his gaze, still slightly annoyed, but he knew it wasn't personal but with the situation.

"I'll try," he laughed quietly, "just for you," he said softer now, sweeter, "mm?" He asked as he lifted and moved her chin in his direction with the index finger of his free hand, causing her to look back at him. She couldn't help but smile, albeit tiredly, and nodded her head silently. But then he leaned closer to kiss her on the cheek, now provoking a genuine smile and a slight blush on her.

© trainer-from-unova / alicent burton | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[rqbossman]

so im relistening to rqg, and at one point i remember you mentioning the heat COULVE MELTED THE RECORDING EQUIPMENT. so i was wondering, just how hot did it get?? like as an estimate? because typical summer heat should not usually melt technology i think

Receipt for Soundboard flambé: Ingredients: 1) One soundboard, the larger and older the better (analaogue sliders essential). 2) 5 podcasters, the larger the better for maximum discomfort 3) 1 room: small, insulated on all walls and ceiling + carpeted (ensure windows and doors covered in sound-proof cloth, British Victorian build near roof for preference.) 4) Laptop, elderly (must require constant mains usage) Method: 1) Insert podcasters into soundproof, insulated room. (For best results, do so in a old-build house, near the roof, during a heatwave) 2) Start laptop and Soundboard. (ensure both are at maximum capacity in both inputs and processes) 3) Record Podcast for 4-6 hours. 4) You will know your equipment is cooked when you smell burning metal. (You may smell burning plastic prior to this point. You can ignore that.) Presentation: 1) Serve soundboard with side of steamed podcasters, drizzle heavily with sweat and disillusionment. # of seasons to taste. Top Tip: If your electrical equipment is not too hot on all sides you need to further increase the temperature.

[aventurineswife]

https://youtube.com/shorts/r3a2nGCuD1I?si=eTF8BH9dYZ64Roji

I can't unsee them as black cats when they open their eyes in the darkkkk my pretty boiiisss

Could I request them during nap time (I'd love it if it were cuddly naps on a couchhh) and waking up for different reasons and they wake up after u leave (either for a snack, cold wind on balcony or just s/o don't leave but shuffle that they wake up and look up frm lap)

Just pure fluff~

-🦈

“Come back to me, love”

Tags: Dan Heng IL x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Pure Fluff, Romance, Vulnerability, Soft Moments, Comfort, Slow Burn, Gentle Intimacy.

A/N: Am I the only who feels uncomfortable if someone lays on my lap because I'm ticklish or sensitive? 💀 Also the fact that my :3 wife(anon) posted this before too 😭 lmaooo

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The room was bathed in soft, shadowy hues, the only light coming from the stars outside the windows. You sat quietly, the weight of Dan Heng resting against your lap, his long hair spilling over your legs like a cascade of silk. His horns gleamed faintly, their translucent green catching the starlight, while his peaceful breathing created a rhythm you could easily lose yourself in.

Dan Heng had been hesitant at first. He rarely allowed himself the luxury of vulnerability, but you’d coaxed him with your gentle insistence. Now, with his vivid eyes closed and his usually stoic features relaxed, he looked so at ease that you could barely contain the soft smile tugging at your lips.

Your fingers traced idle patterns along the bare skin of his shoulder, careful not to wake him, though his Vidyadhara resilience probably ensured he wouldn’t stir so easily. Yet you couldn’t deny the gentle thrill you felt at seeing him like this: completely at peace, unguarded in the dark cocoon of the cabin.

The stars beckoned, so you moved, ever so gently, shifting your position to stand and stretch. As you stepped toward the balcony, a cool breeze washed over you, carrying the scent of interstellar rain—a memory of a distant world the Express had recently passed.

Behind you, a faint rustle and the soft glow of emerald light stopped you in your tracks. Turning, you saw Dan Heng’s eyes open, the sharp, vibrant green of his gaze cutting through the shadows. They glowed faintly, the Vidyadhara essence within him as captivating as ever.

“Leaving already?” His voice was a low murmur, still heavy with sleep, yet laced with a warmth reserved only for you.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you replied softly, stepping back toward him. He shifted, sitting up slightly, his arms extending just enough to invite you back.

With a chuckle, you returned to the couch, his arms looping around your waist as he rested his head against your shoulder this time. His eyes still glowed faintly, catching the dim starlight, before he closed them again.

“Stay,” he murmured. “The stars can wait.”

And so you did, holding him close, his warmth grounding you in the vastness of the cosmos.

The faint glow of neon signs filtered through the blinds, casting streaks of cyan and magenta across the sleek, modern apartment. Aventurine was sprawled on the velvet couch, his head resting on your lap, his hair tousled from sleep. His lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks, while his eyes—now dimmed in rest—remained hidden under closed lids.

The room was unusually quiet, the usual hum of city life muted by Aventurine’s insistence on soundproof walls. He valued his moments of reprieve, though he’d never admit it outright. Still, you knew better. He needed these moments, especially when the weight of his past and the constant gambling of his present pressed too heavily on his soul.

You brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, marveling at how peaceful he looked like this. His usual sharp grin was absent, replaced by an expression so soft that it felt like witnessing a secret no one else was allowed to know.

The quiet creak of the balcony door called to you, the promise of a cool breeze tempting after hours of stillness. Carefully, you slid out from under him, propping a pillow where your lap had been before stepping toward the open air.

The city stretched out below, its lights like a sea of stars, and the wind carried the faint smell of rain. You leaned against the railing, savoring the moment, until a soft rustle from behind caught your attention.

Turning, you saw Aventurine stirring, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim room. His gaze found you instantly, his sharp features softening with a lazy smile.

“Running off without me?” His voice was warm, teasing, but tinged with that familiar vulnerability he only ever showed you.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” you replied, moving back to him. He stretched, one hand reaching out to pull you close.

“Next time, don’t. It’s lonely without you.”

With a chuckle, you settled back onto the couch, his head finding its way back to your lap as he sighed contentedly. His glowing eyes dimmed once more, their light fading as sleep reclaimed him. You stayed there, your fingers tracing circles on his face, the neon lights outside painting your quiet world in shades of warmth and peace.

[maxlarens]

Max and 10 please <3

10) spooning at night

Despite the soundproofing you’d installed during Covid, you can still hear Max’s pedals going thunk against the walls of the apartment. The sound accompanied by faint chattering, occasional laughter, cries of outrage as he talks to his friends on stream.

He worries sometimes. But you’d tell him if it bothered you— besides, you like hearing sounds of life in the apartment. You’ve not quite adjusted to the sheer square footage of Max’s penthouse apartment yet, even though you’ve lived with him for years. You grew too used to New York apartments where your bedroom, kitchen, and dining room were always piled on top of each other. It’s strange to have so much space, more rooms than you know what to do with.

Anyway, no, the noise doesn’t bother you. You like to hear him enjoying himself, laughing with his friends, doing something that doesn’t have so much pressure attached to it. You don’t like to take him away from that prematurely, even if you’re missing him.

And you are missing him.

It’s the middle of the night. Maybe past midnight now. You’ve got the windows in your bedroom open, letting in the Monaco sea breeze in a futile attempt to cut through the sweltering heat. The overhead fan whirrs above you. Some mindless show you love drones quietly on the TV, casting you in ever changing colours as you twist and turn in the sheets. Trying to keep your mind off things you shouldn’t be worrying about.

You wait a while, watch an episode.

Then you give in to your selfish tendencies and pull up your Discord chat with Max on your phone, sending off a simple message— come to bed?

You put your phone back on the nightstand and try not to smile too wide when you hear the sim rig thunk and thud as Max climbs out of it a few minutes later. His footsteps on the hardwood floors as he stops by the kitchen and then makes his way to the bedroom.

The door creaks open. Max comes inside, stepping quietly as if you’re already asleep.

“Sorry, liefje,” he says softly, before he ducks into the closet to change, “I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

You shake your head even though he can’t see, “You didn’t. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You should have told me,” he sighs, coming out of the walk in closet wearing the oversized cat shirt you’d bought him and worn sweat-shorts with holes in the waistband, “I don’t mind cutting the stream short, not for you. They will survive without me.”

You hum and nod placatingly, knowing you wouldn’t ever ask him to do that. At least not for something like this. You’d only sent that message tonight because you knew he’d already been on for hours and would be wrapping up soon anyway.

“Got it,” you say, opening your arms and beckoning him to get into bed already.

He sighs again, an exasperated little exhale through his nose, and then climbs under the single sheet you’ve got draped over you. He shuffles into your space, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your chin as you press a kiss into his forehead and adjust your arms around him.

“Where are the cats?”, you ask, while Max busies himself with turning around.

You feel Max shrug. He’s adjusting the sheet so it sits over him perfectly and then fluffing his pillows so his head sits comfortably. You reach out to scratch the back of his neck, with three fingers, the same way you scratch the cats out of habit.

“Jimmy’s sleeping in the spare room,” he says, reaching blindly behind him to catch your shirt and drag you closer, “Dunno where Sassy is.”

“Causing trouble,” you laugh, slotting into place at his back.

You nudge your nose into his shoulder and sling your arm over his waist. Curling it around to press into his stomach. Your legs end up tangled, one of yours bent and hiked on his hip. Later, he’ll nudge it off because it twists the material of his shorts, but he tolerates it until you’re asleep.

“Mm,” he agrees, finding your hand splayed flat on his tummy and intertwining it with his own, “Always.”

[mullermilkshake]

A loveseat for two

Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3 ???

How can you tame a lion?

Mafia!Choso x Fem Wife!reader. Mentions of death,Stockholm Syndrome,Implied Kidnapping or coercion,Choso loves his wife and he's delusional

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You weren’t ever sure why Choso turned out the way he did. It could have been the power went straight to his head, or maybe the money was too much for him to bear. But there was a reason that you knew definitely contributed.

And that was because you had never told him that you loved him.

You hated yourself for having thoughts that weren’t anything else of hate and disgust for him and his methods. How he went about ‘keeping’ you after bumping into each other one night, one of your last shifts at the club. 

He wanted control and disguised it as his own deformed take on love.

So when these feelings crept up inside you like bile, your only choice was to swallow them down and ignore it. Though each time he would dote on you, buy you something because you had mentioned it in a fleeting comment, or had your breakfast brought to your room so you could eat in bed and wrote you poetry to calm your nerves when you cried didn’t help to keep it all hidden.

Yuji was the only person that kept you grounded in reality and fighting to stop these urges and fucked up ideals from shooting through your mind on a moments notice. Yuji was good, kind hearted unlike his brothers. You always knew by his face he knew it was wrong, it was the reason why you fought Choso so hard most of the time in hopes he’d let you go, or at least ease up on the leash he had around your neck.

He never raised a voice or a hand to you either, which made it even worse.

You paced your bedroom, sending the dinner prepared away knowing full well that there was a man downstairs in the basement getting hurt. Yuji told you so himself. All because the man happened to speak with you in the shopping mall.

Some person in a horrifying fiction book would have been flattered that a man like Choso took so much notice of them, willing to do anything for them. Going as far as hurting someone for doing nothing to them. 

Though no one could not condone it, including you, despite it being cloaked in love and romance. There was nothing romantic about such activities that involved blood and violence. Yet for a fleeting moment, you were excited about it.

You just put it down to being an intrusive thought and lone isolation in this house.

It was not long after you were banished up to your room for the bedroom door to open, Choso wandered in silently which was commonplace for this time, and as usual, you said nothing to him. In fact you turned your back on him and watched the distant night go on through the window.

“Sorry I’m late, Love.” So caringly like always, you wondered why he even bothered with you, you never treated him kindly.

That poor man downstairs. He was all you could think of. “Is he dead?”

You turned briefly to see him and though there was not a spot of blood on him, though he was still surrounded by the scent of gross iron enriched in the fear you heard through the soundproofing.

It was obvious what the answer was.

“I didn’t kill him.”

You heard mentions of one of his brothers. Kechizu. He was often at the centre of the travesties down in that basement. “But is he dead?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?” He did not make a move to get closer to you, keeping his distance was one of his redeeming qualities.

Of course you would be mad, the man did not need to die, no one needed to die. 

“Why?” Your breaths became shallow, lip trembling at the very thought of a dead body down in that basement. “Why would you do that- he did nothing wrong to you.” 

“He touched you-”

“No he didn’t!” You raised your voice louder than you should have, even with all your bottled emotions. “He didn’t touch me and you know it.”

Choso made no attempt to deflect it or even match your energy, but for once you wanted him to shout, raise his voice, grit and bear his teeth and get angry. He never did.

“I saw everything. And he needed to answer for it and my decision is final.” He kept his distance. “If only you could see everything I do, then…”

The softness tricked you into overthinking for a scrap of sympathy. A kicked puppy he was, craving a little tenderness against the abuse to forget everything else that you weren’t giving him.

Choso made it increasingly difficult to hate him.

“You don’t think about the repercussions of your actions, dive in head first and ask questions later… Do you actually think that everyone is out there to hurt or touch me? I’m not your possession…”

“I know they do.” Choso turned to face you, “You are the most precious thing to me and I will not stand idly by whilst others gawk at you. Men are vile creatures and they will do anything to have you, why can’t you see that?”

“They aren’t doing that!” You may as well have been talking to a brick wall, you might have actually gotten some kind of answer that wasn’t this. Though brick walls didn’t talk back.

“It’s not one big conspiracy that everyone is after me. You’re just- just have this big obscured idea of the world and it’s completely false!”

“No. It isn’t.” He wasn’t fully demanding, but you pegged on quickly to the frustration in his voice. He stepped closer to you and you backed away subconsciously until your back was against the dresser.

“I know just how cruel the world is by the ingrates my firm deals with. The safest place for you is here and I will continue to protect you until my last dying breath.” In another life, it was undeniably romantic if it was anyone else.

“I don’t want to be owned by you, Choso. I want to live a somewhat normal life and you took me away from all of that.” You guessed it was astronomical resentment that drove you to loathe him so much.

It was why these conflicting feelings were such a betrayal.

He came closer, so close you were cornered, the edge of the dresser dug in and pinched the skin. “You aren’t owned, you can leave at any time. My men will take you wherever you want to go-”

It came out of nowhere, but you had brought your hand up and whacked him across the face. You had never heard anything so preposterous. “You liar!”

So quick. His physical speed and strength outmatched you instantly, taking a hold of your wrist and the other when you used your free hand to hit him. “You liar, get the fuck off of me!”

Still he never raised his voice. “I know you’re upset, but I won’t apologise for protecting you.”

You struggled more, ramming your body into him and pushing away from the dresser to get some space before you suffocated under his intense aura. “Get off of me-”

“Stop struggling or you’ll hurt yourself; I can’t let go or you’ll fall.”

“Then let me!” Choso took a hold of you and threw you on the bed like you weighed nothing, a sheet of paper fluttering down. 

And then he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. I’d never let you fall.”

“Get off. You’re hurting me!” Struggling and thrashing on the bed did nothing to weaken his grasp, it just tired you out.

“I’ll let go once you calm down, you’re only going to hurt yourself if I let you flail around.”

Why couldn’t he shout or scream at you? The soft speaking bullshit you had enough of was getting tired. You craved something else and he wasn’t giving it to you. Passion at least, or you’d even accept an aggressive growl from his throat.

“I hate you… I hate you! All you do is dote on me and give me everything and I hate it; I hate it!”

“I am good to you, am I not? Those men are not, they’d hurt you and hurt you until you couldn’t stand it. And you want me to stop treating you like a princess? I don’t understand it.” He held firm and you eased off before you popped a blood vessel in your head.

Choso was straddled over your legs, sitting up partially to look at you. “Why don’t you want me to love you? You really don’t know how easily I’d crawl over hot coals just to see you smile, to give you an ounce of amusement in my humiliation if it made your day. I will die loving you forever.”

“You’re always there, over me. Hurting people that look at me, breathe in my direction like I’m the queen of this little twisted empire you built.” You were close to tears. “I didn’t ask for this; I didn’t want any of it. Why can’t you get angry at me, I treat you horribly. You don’t ever yell or treat me with an ounce of what I do to you. So why don’t you fight for this!”

You denied the feeling of whatever scrap of weird love you had, and it was like bricks on your chest making it difficult to breathe.

Choso’s eyes widened and his head turned in shame. “You want me to… You want me to treat you like that? You really don’t know how much I love you, do you?”

“I have an idea how much, but this isn’t how people show their love…”

“I do everything for you, and I don’t understand why you don’t love me. I did it all correctly.”

His distortion was worse than you thought. Killing people, hurting them wasn’t something done right and it was an act he’d surely go to prison for. Something that would catch up with him eventually if an intervention didn’t stop him.

There was only one way to stop all of this madness.

“I do love you.” There, you said it. But you hated him too.

“You…” Choso leant in without another word and pressed a tender kiss to your lips for the first time ever.

You had felt his lips before whenever he took your hand sweetly and took a moment to rest them for just a moment. Again, sweet and lacking that passionate flair.

Pulling away you shook your head and struggled a little but it was more yearning than to escape. “If you’re going to do that, at least do it like you mean it. No more treating me delicately, please don’t handle me like I’m going to break; I won’t.”

This was such a stupid idea, an idiotic choice that would lead to everything wrong. But if you could control him, you thought it might have been better that way to avoid other innocent people losing their lives.

Behind all great people, there was another supporting them. In this case, maybe one day Choso Kamo could actually be a great guy.

He leant in close to you and your ears picked up on a sound you had never witnessed from him, it tickled them. “If I do that, I know I won’t be able to stop. If I go down that dark route, I’ll ruin you.” 

Your body was instantly reactive to the little growl that darkened the room from his throat. He was still on top of you, hands wrapped around your wrists in a position that was less than idealistic.

Choso moved away from you and pulled you up close to him, noses touching and his raw hot breath ghosting over your lips. His hand rested like it was made for your waist, an odd place since until now you never allowed him to get close enough to really hold you despite begrudgingly sleeping in the same bed.

“Do you want me to ruin you?” It was a point of no return if you said yes and his wandering touch of his free hand curving around your neck didn’t help you make the right decision.

“I…” Lips so soft you wanted to constantly touch the plush muscle.

“Well, I…” He was an awful person who did terrible things in your best interest even if logically they weren’t. Still, he thought they were.

If you had him by the balls, you could control him and put a muzzle on his snout to keep his leash short. He’d do anything for you and expect nothing in return.

Only your love.

“Ruin me, Choso.”

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

[fortheloveofarchons]

The Harbinger and His Arranged Bride

(Part 3)

A chapter where the wedding between you and Lord Capitano finally happen! Full chapter on the ao3 link down below!

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Your fingers clench onto the stems of the bouquet as your eyes stare at the large, wooden doors. The entrance to your new life. You then gaze down to your bouquet, which is filled with chamomiles and white roses.

How beautiful, you thought, trying to bring a smile to your face. I thought they’ll use dry flowers as bouquets.

There was some fanfare outside of this church, some cheers and words spoken from the crowd of Snezhnayas’ citizens– personal, lively, interested. There were even a lot of journalists outside, taking bright shots when you stepped down from the carriage and walked to the church, the veil covering your head. 

“Lady Selvadurai! What’s your opinion of being married to the First Fatui Harbinger?” 

“Do you have any plans to stay here after the ceremony? Or are you going to go back to Sumeru?” 

“Tell us! Was it a genuine or an arranged marriage between you two?” 

“Why isn’t your family attending this wedding? Did you forbid them to come?” 

The Fatui’s guards quickly usher you in the church while the journalists’ voices all drown your thoughts. Good thing the church’s door is soundproof. 

You grit your teeth, trying to keep calm as the fear in the pit of your belly became tense, your hands gripping the bouquet so tight that you could feel the stems breaking. You knew there was nothing you could do, but that didn’t stop your eyes from straying over the hallways, searching for any potential exits. 

Before you could take a step back, the echoing sound of the tall, wooden doors slowly opened, which revealed the inside of the church– the altar to your wedding. 

Upon entering, the cool, fragrant air greets you, mingling with the faint scent of polished oak wood and blooming flowers. The aisle stretches forward, lined with delicate arrangements of what seems to be blue and white flowers tied with dark blue satin ribbons. Candles flicker gently in tall, wrought-iron holders, casting warm, golden light over the polished pews.

You look up, gazing and admiring the vaulted ceiling that’s adorned with painted frescoes of what looks to be angels and serene blue skies. The walls are lined with stained-glass windows, each in different poses of Her Royal Highness of the nation Snezhnaya. The dim sunlight streaming through these windows creates colorful patterns that dance on the floors, adding to the ethereal atmosphere of your wedding. 

The choirs of the local children sang in a harmonious choir next to the pews, and you notice that the pews are not even fully filled. Small floral arrangements and ribbons are tied to the ends of each row, adding a touch of elegance for today’s occasion. At most, probably half of each side of the pews are filled. To you left, it’s mostly filled with some of the butlers and maids, most of which you could recognise since they all came from The Captain’s estate. You can’t help but chuckle from seeing them being involved with the wedding too. 

Meanwhile, to your right, it was mostly occupied with some fatui soldiers, politicians, nobles, and– ALL OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS?!?! 

You knew they would be here because, well– this is yours and Lord Capitano’s wedding, after all. But that doesn’t stop your hands from almost slipping your bouquet to the ground from seeing their presence.

You stumble slightly, your white high heels stepping against the red carpet. Try as you may to stare at the ground, but you can’t help but stare at the sight of the rest of the Fatui Harbingers. 

La Signora, a tall woman with porcelain-like skin and high cheekbones, regards you with a cold smirk as her crimson eyes pierces through your soul, puffing up her last smoke from her cigarette holder. Even with her glare, you can’t help but stare at her long, platinum hair and how her light red dress is covered with a long, flowing coat, all donned with glittering jewelry and diamonds. 

She definitely takes on both fights. Your face reveals a tinge of blush underneath your veil.

Next to her, is The Knave, who is literally the opposite of La Signora’s feminine beauty. When your hazel eyes lock with her reddish-criss cross eyes, she gives you a slow, subtle nod of acknowledgement. She wears what looked to be a suit, donned in black and red, and adorned with intricate silver accents and what looks to be Fatui insignias. 

…This one definitely takes on both fights, again. You can’t help but wonder if she was your betrothed instead, but you quickly shake that thought away. 

Begone, fowl thoughts, we are in a church after all. What would The Captain think? 

So far, from what you can see from the women of the Fatui Harbingers, they all look dignified, yet dangerous. 

Beautiful, yet unapproachable. 

That is to say that you haven’t seen Columbina and Sandrone, but because they are much further away from the pews, you could only keep walking forward, and your gaze lands on some of the men of the Fatui Harbingers. 

Lord Childe, a man with the most youthful charm coming from the rest, is the only one that gives what seems to be a confident smile and playful wave towards you. Yet, when he opens his eyes, it immediately makes your smile freeze, as his deep-set, sharp blue eyes are like an endless ocean. You quickly remember that he’s one of the Fatui Harbingers as well, and you immediately avert his gaze. 

Lord Childe’s reddish-orange bangs fall on his eyesight as he watches you from behind. 

Sitting in front of Lord Childe is The Regrator, also known as Lord Pantalone. A man donned with a tailored coat of deep, luxurious hues of black, accented with intricate gold embroidery that traces elegant, swirling patterns along the fabric. It seems that he has never opened his eyes and– Wait, is he blind? Or does he just… not open them? Either way, you can’t help but admire his long, elegant lashes that’s framed behind his pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair is sleek and dark, truly dignified as a Harbinger should. 

Lastly, right next to Lord Pantalone, which is at the front of the pews, is the Director of the Fatui Harbingers, Lord Pierro. 

…Oh sweet archons, what the hell? 

His long silver hair, his well-kept beard, his expression is like a seasoned leader, and his only star-eyed pupil locks with your eyes. Like Lord Arlecchino, he gives you a subtle nod. At this point, is this a nod of preparation? A nod of respect? Or a nod of subtle foreshadowing?  

You internally bite the inside of your cheeks because what in the sweet lands of archons– Why are they all so beautiful and handsome?!?! Ohhh… to be like them, so untouchable and unstoppable. You wish you were them, but you know that you can never be them. There can only be one. And. You. Are. Not. One. Of. Them. 

Your eyes then widen in surprise when you come face to face with… The Captain, Il Capitano. 

Your groom. Your betrothed. Your husband.

“Wow…” You can’t help but whisper it out of your lips, as you take in his appearance. 

While his headgear is still the same shape and colour, his attire consists of an armour that’s crafted from white, matte metal, and a white bodysuit with golden chains and accessories on his chest plate. Although his hair remains untied and unbraided, his black shiny hair remains as silky as always, glistening under the lights from the stained glasses. 

You gaze at him, and notice that what’s draped over his broad shoulders is a long, flowing white cape that pools down onto the floor, lined with golden intricacies that seem to be fatui insignias. 

Before you could continue to gaze at him, a voice echoes through the altar...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60714016/chapters/158486338

Edit: Not sure why but I can't put the link as always from my previous post, will try to fix this issue but for now the fanfic title is just above this post! Sorry for the inconvenience!!

[oct0lightsquare]

@corvidaecircus Oh my god why did you remind me. And I’m going back home once it gets dark— I’m cooked 😭😭

Uh oh, firework hell has just started. Godspeed soldiers

[husbandhoshi]

all these asks are so cute omg wait i just saw this !! if you're still doing them i'd love to hear about jun please :3

mdni underneath the cut!

it's nights like these where you're thankful soundproof walls exist. ("soundproof", heavy on the air quotes. you're 90% sure the hotel concierge mentioned something like that when junhui had checked in. the other 10% of your poor brain was figuring out how to deal with the vibrator in your cunt.)

the silk sheets of the bed feel endless, cool like water against your skin. you lie on your back, feeling the bite of your fingernails in your thighs as you hold them open. between them, junhui's kneeling figure.

earlier, your fiancé had given you your first birthday gift of the day. double holiday, he had called it. double the gifts. naively, you had thought it was makeup, maybe a new perfume. instead, you had undone the big bow, unwrapped the sparkly paper, and found, instead, the vibrator. quickly, you had felt all the blood rush to your cheeks, then, downstairs. even more quickly, junhui had you bent over his knee, watching you take every inch of your new gift. (the second gift: the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. the price, even more outrageous.)

"c-can't," you breathe. your voice crawls its way from your chest, curls in your throat. "wanna cum...feels too good."

he responds with a cruel tilt of his head, a smile playing on his lips. "you're almost there, darling. show me how good you are."

delirious, you nod. almost there, you repeat, your mind treading over those two words despite the pleasure. you had already endured a phone call with your best friend (in which junhui had decided to try out all the intensity settings on his phone) and your birthday dinner (in which you wore a dress with no panties, and he couldn't seem to get his hands off your thighs). you could do this, a few minutes more.

through your frosted vision, you watch junhui palm himself over his jeans, rough, desperate. without thinking, you whimper, feeling yourself tighten around the toy. compared to feeling him, this was nothing. this didn't hug your sweet spot, didn't fill you til you couldn't breathe, didn't rock against your clit just how you needed, not like junhui did.

fuck. now you're thinking about junhui fucking you, which is not helping your situation. if you're lucky, he'd do it tonight, with your ankles over his shoulders.

"you're soaked," he murmurs, voice quiet, reverent. he parts your legs a touch wider, his touch searing into you, so that you are fully on display. "so cute."

like this, you can feel everything, the cold air of the room you're in, the way his gaze seems to haunt your skin. a few gasping breaths, oh, even just a breath too deep would send you over, but you're determined to be good, no, better than good. you squeeze your eyes shut, letting your lips fall open in another noise somewhere between a moan and a pathetic hiccup--no longer can you tell the difference.

it's then that junhui sees this gasping window of opportunity and places two long fingers in your mouth, right against your tongue, and watches as you gag. "you know what to do, pretty girl," he tells you, and you do. like a dog, you suck, dreaming about him doing the same with his cock. traitorously, your hips rock up at the mere thought, oh, all the pressure in your belly might just make you explode.

but junhui is never cruel, never unloving to his favorite girl, the only one he's loved like this. so with these fingers, covered in your desperation, he trails them down your trembling neck, the curve of your tits, swollen from his mouth, over your stomach, and presses them to your puffy clit.

no words come to you, instead just a cry, shuddering, one that rips through your body. a white-hot feeling erupts inside you, one like fireworks, and you cum around the vibrator, again and again and again, as junhui works you with two fingers alone.

you're gone, somewhere unspeakable, too high to tell him again, again, i want more. luckily, he's always been able to read your mind. a long gasp, a reaching hand, a hot mouth over yours; before you know it, the vibrator is god knows where, replaced by junhui's cock, heavy on your abdomen.

"ready for round two?"

[lucifernme]

Part two of Tim drake angst.!!

Thank you so much for your patience and support❤️

The Batcave was quiet.

It had been that way ever since they brought Tim home.

Not “peaceful” quiet—no, this was the kind of silence that clung to the walls like mildew. The kind born from guilt, and grief, and the paralyzing realization that no one had noticed he was gone for four days.

Jason hadn’t been able to sleep since they found Tim. He hovered like a ghost in the background, watching Damian spar, watching Cass pace, watching Bruce analyze DNA samples for the hundredth time, trying to prove to himself that he hadn’t failed—when all the evidence said otherwise.

No one said it aloud. But they all felt it.

We left him there.

Tim didn’t speak.

He moved. Ate. Showered. Functioned. But he didn’t speak.

Not unless directly asked. Even then, answers were clipped—two or three words, max.

When Bruce asked him if he remembered what happened, Tim looked him dead in the eye and said, “Don’t worry. I catalogued everything.”

That was worse than no answer at all.

At night, they heard him.

Tim’s room was insulated, protected. But trauma didn’t care about soundproof walls. Some nights there were muffled gasps, sometimes quiet sobs, sometimes… screaming.

Once, Bruce found him huddled in the hallway at 3 AM, pressed into a corner like he was trying to vanish into the drywall. His knees were up, arms around them, forehead resting on bone.

He didn’t even flinch when Bruce approached.

“I was trying to get water,” Tim had whispered hoarsely, eyes hollow. “But I saw the window. And I—”

He couldn’t finish.

Bruce didn’t ask him to.

The tracker had worked the whole time. That was the part that cut deepest.

“They knew, Bruce.” Tim’s voice cracked during his first full sentence in days. “I left it in. They should’ve found me. I… I waited.”

Jason had punched the wall so hard it broke. He didn’t even register the pain.

Tim wouldn't go to the med bay anymore. Too sterile. Too many flashing lights and quiet beeps that reminded him of the room Ra’s had kept him in after the third day.

So Alfred moved everything up to Tim’s room. Medications. IV stand. Monitoring equipment. Everything.

But none of it could measure what was really broken.

One night, Dick brought Tim a stack of case files. Nothing urgent—just puzzles. Things Tim used to love.

Tim looked at them for a long time. Then he said, “You want me to help you?”

Dick frowned. “No—no, that’s not why I—”

“You want me to be useful again.”

“Tim, I—”

“You don’t know how to be around me if I’m not working. If I’m not fixing things. Solving the shit you guys always fuck up.”

Dick opened his mouth, but Tim just laughed. A brittle, joyless sound.

“I was dying, and all I could think about was how many problems were gonna pile up without me. And guess what, Dick? I still wasn’t enough to come for.”

Dick left the room shaking.

Cass was the first one he let touch him.

It wasn’t planned. Just… happened.

Tim had fallen asleep in the library, wrapped in a blanket, fingers twitching from some half-dream. When he startled awake, body tensed like a coiled spring, Cass was already there. Sitting beside him.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t ask.

She just slowly reached over and brushed the hair out of his face.

Tim didn’t flinch.

Didn’t move.

But his eyes welled up, and he turned toward her and sobbed into her shoulder.

She held him until sunrise.

Bruce wanted to kill Ra’s.

Not arrest. Not interrogate. Not outmaneuver.

Kill.

But Tim stopped him.

“I need him alive,” he said one day, unprompted.

Bruce stared at him. “Why?”

Tim’s voice was flat. “Because if you kill him, then I never get to win.”

They had to tell the League.

Not everything. Not the details. But enough.

Enough to know that Ra’s had crossed a line, even by their standards. A child. Tortured. Violated. Not for power. Not for leverage.

But because he could.

Diana had tears in her eyes.

Clark had to leave the room.

“Have you remembered everything?” Bruce asked quietly one night.

Tim looked up from the mug of chamomile tea Alfred forced him to drink every evening.

“Yes,” he said. “But I’m not giving you all of it.”

Bruce blinked.

Tim didn’t elaborate. He didn’t need to.

Some things weren’t for justice.

Some things were for survival.

They tried to schedule a therapist.

Tim didn’t go.

Jason offered to take him to his own trauma counselor, a woman who’d helped him years ago.

“I’ll think about it,” Tim said.

He never brought it up again.

The nightmares didn’t stop.

But one night, he didn’t scream. He sat up, panting, heart racing… but he didn’t cry. Didn’t shake. He got up. Got dressed. Walked downstairs.

Bruce found him at the training mat. Fists clenched. Mouth set. Eyes burning.

“Teach me how to beat him,” Tim said. “The right way. No swords. No assassins. No League tricks.”

Bruce hesitated.

“I won’t be a victim twice.”

And Bruce nodded.

Every step was a fight.

But Tim Drake had always been stubborn.

Ra’s had taken everything.

But he hadn’t taken Tim’s mind.

He hadn’t taken Tim’s fire.

And he sure as hell hadn’t taken Tim’s family.

Not for good.

[rotthepoet]

“he’ll take you home once he’s done with you and hide you away from the rest of the world”

can we also talk about how dark!matty would keep you in his pitch black basement, naked, coming in only to fuck you mindless and then go away, turning off the light and soundproofing the walls, so that your senses would be filled with just his cock? at first you’re tied/chained up, but the more obedient and pliant you get, the more freedom he allows you. maybe you’ll even get to come upstairs if you’re lucky <3

iehdkeusheisu omg climbing up those creaky stairs and finally seeing the light of the moon from Mattheo’s windows after he keeps you down in that dirty basement for god knows how long. He won’t even let you see the sun until he knows for certain that you’ll never try to leave. He’s the only light you need in your life anyways. You’re so weak in the legs and mind, gripping onto him, cautiously walking through the hallways, scared of every noise, scared of your own breath, you know you’re one mistake away from being punished and thrown back into that awful place he calls your room. Don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t make any sudden movements. He’ll appreciate being able to award his well behaved prisoner princess with bath. Maybe if you’re an extra good girl he’ll fuck you on his own bed instead of the floor for a change!

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Secret Secret Chapter 3

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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The next morning, you walked into the building with a pleasant smile, but the receptionist barely even looked at you. You considered the fact that he wasn’t judging you anymore as a win, but the indifference made you pout the entire elevator ride up.

The rest of the morning went by pretty smoothly. You weren't sure if your workload was on the lighter side because it would get harder once actually on tour, or if they were taking it easy on you because you were new, but either way you found yourself nearly done by the time noon rolled around. You were about to go make your way down to the cafeteria for some lunch, but as you passed by the stylist rooms, you spotted a lone figure.

The other stylist noonas must have already gone off to eat lunch, but Maya still remained at her desk. She was leaning against her desk, a forgotten half-eaten apple next to a pile of papers she was sorting through. She looked busy, so you quietly continued on. But her presence reminded you of the promise that Changbin had made the day before, and when you got to the elevators, you found yourself hitting the button for the practice rooms above instead of the cafeteria below.

You were second guessing yourself when you found an empty hallway, shuffling past the first few doors when a quick glance through the little glass windows showed empty rooms.

Maybe everyone had gone off to have lunch.

You had gotten to the end of the hallways when you finally spotted movement, making your way closer until you were pressed up against the door. The room inside was partially hidden from your point of view, but you spotted two men inside as they moved to the sound of music you couldn’t hear through the soundproof walls.

Even being unable to hear what they were dancing too, you were mesmerized by their movement, the fluidity and ease at which they danced along, and even the way they moved around each other like two pieces of the same puzzle. When one of the men suddenly stopped, hand jerking back and forth as if they had just forgotten the next move, the other pointed at them with a wide smile, shoulder shaking, and you could almost hear the laughter from the sight alone.

"Can I help you?"

You spun around in surprise. There was a man standing directly behind you, not only close enough for the scent of alpha to wash over you, but also close enough that you should have definitely heard them coming. That you didn’t hear him at all meant he was either the quietest person on planet earth, or you were just that distracted by the ongoing performance from inside the practice room. You felt your cheeks get warm at the realization.

"Oh, uh. No. Right, sorry."

You stepped to the side, assuming he wanted to get into the room. He just tilted his head at you.

"Who are you?"

You gave him your name without a second thought, but he obviously didn’t react to it. Not that you expected him to. The cold stare he continued to give you made you feel uncomfortable, so you took another step to the side, hoping to edge your way around him and back towards the elevator.

His hand darted out to grab your wrist, stopping you in your place. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just looking for someone," You told him with a harsh tone. It was one thing to be in your space, but the physical contact was drawing the line.

You gave a small tug to your still restrained arm, but he didn’t budge. Your heart rate began to rise, fear curling in your stomach.

"Who were you looking for," The alpha asked, his voice holding a strange sharpness to it. "How did you even get up here?"

You were close enough to smell the harsh edge to his sweet scent, the tightness in his brows, the way his eyes darted behind you in worry. You realized that this wasn’t just some random alpha looking to bother an unsuspecting individual. You thought back to what it must have looked like to him, creepily watching the two boys from the door window in an abandoned hallway. He probably thought you were a fan, at best. You felt your muscles slowly loosen at the realization that you weren’t in danger.

"I’m a staff member " You explained, thinking it would be enough of an explanation.

His eyes darted back to yours in surprise. "Staff? For who?"

"Stray Kids."

In hindsight, you understood the sudden shift in his face. The confusion quickly dropped into anger, and the grip on your wrist rightened.

"I know all the staff members for my group, and I don’t recognize you. Why don’t you tell me who you really are?"

Fuck.

"Look, it’s not like that. I’m new, I’m the new translator. I’m just here to introduce myself to the members." You reached up to your chest to grab your staff card, the one you had been given yesterday, only to realize you had left it on your desk. "My staff card is at my desk downstairs. I can go get it for you-"

"And let you wander the building by yourself? Do you think I’m stupid?"

Your heart dropped as the once sweet scent of maple syrup turned sour, burning your nose. Your pleading was doing nothing to convince him of your innocence, and he looked seconds away from dragging you out of the building himself. Even with the scent blockers and the pheromone perfume, you began to worry that your distress would start to become noticeable, and your eyes burned at the thought of losing either your dignity or your job because of a simple mistake.

He narrowed his eyes at you, gaze darting down to your neck for a split second before the elevator down the hall suddenly dinged, the noise echoing in your head.

As if the heavens themselves were answering your prayers, both Changbin and Chan stepped off the elevator, followed by an unfamiliar face. The leader paused at the sight of you and one of his members, bodies so close together your chests were practically touching, but Changbin seemingly didn’t notice anything was wrong. He waved at you with a smile.

"Hey, you made it! I was starting to think you weren't going to show. I see you've met-" You saw the moment he got close enough to smell the bitter scent in the air, step faltering. "Minho, dude. You're stinking up the hallway."

Minho dropped your wrist as if he had been burned, and it took biting down on your tongue to keep yourself from yelping at the sudden sensation that entered your numb hands. You subtlety tried to shake it out from behind you, giving Changbin a smile of your own.

"Hey, I didn’t want to interrupt any real practice, so I figured I’d check in during lunch," You said, lying through your teeth. You had completely forgotten.

He hummed, still giving Minho a warning look. "We actually just got back from getting some food. I see you met Minho."

Minho gave you a slow blink, and you noticed that as the air once again filled with sweet maple syrup (which mixed deliciously with Changbins own smokey campfire scent, but you were trying not to think about that), there was a hint of regret to it.

You also realized you were still standing way too close, so you stepped to the side, nearly hiding yourself behind Changbin.

"Yeah, I was just explaining to him that I’m the new hire. Just ... wanted to introduce myself."

Changbin placed a hand against your shoulder, squeezing it softly. "Hmm, he wasn’t too mean to you, was he? He tends to be a little intense to new people."

are you okay?

"Its fine, I’ve learned not to hold peoples first impressions against them." You told him, patting his hand.

im okay

"Remind me to introduce you to Maya when she’s not mad. I swear, she’s normally a total sweetheart."

Tropical breeze and lemonade filled the air as the other two joined you. You gave a strained smile to Chan, who was too busy having a stare off with Minho to notice, and then turned to the last male of the group.

"Hi," You introduced yourself with a quick bow.

The omega gave you an awkward smile. He had boyish good looks framed by soft bangs, but his eyes were calculating as he introduced himself as Kim Seungmin. He gave a curious look to Chan and Minho, who were staring each other down, only looking away when Changbin clapped his hands together.

“Right, you’ve already met Chan. Lets go introduce you to the others!”

Changbin opened the door to the practice room, allowing a blast of music and the sound of laughter to fill the hallway. He held the door open, signaling for you to enter, and you nervously shuffled in without waiting to see if the other boys would follow. Once inside the room, you realized that there were 4 boys in the room, not just two. The blond-haired duo were still dancing, although they had now been joined by a dark-haired man in an oversized hoodie, enthusiastically trying to pull off the worm.

You paused at the sight, a laugh escaping your mouth before you could stop yourself.

You immediately clapped a hand over your mouth in regret, and while the three dancing men didn’t seem to hear you over the sound of the music, the last individual did. He was sitting off on the sidelines, much closer to the door, and he looked up at the sound of your laughter.

He blinked at you in confusion.

Minho pushed past you, grabbing a phone from next to the lone duck and turned the music down. The other three boys let out noises of complaint, but once they noticed you, they all drew quiet.

A hand from behind led you forward, and you only had a split second to recognize that the man standing next to you wasn’t Changbin, but instead Chan, before you were bombarded with multiple new scents.

"Guys, this is the new translator." He introduced you to them, his hand still warm against your back. "Be nice."

The mix of smells was hard to differentiate, but as the one on the floor suddenly stumbled to his feet, the air shifted enough that you could tell he was a beta.

"Um, hi! Im Han. I mean, my names Jisung, but you can call me Han. Han Jisung."

The blond next to him bowed, raising his head to give you a blindingly handsome smile. "Hi, my names Hyun-"

"Wait, did you see- how long have you guys been there?" Han interrupted to say.

"Jisung, relax. She’s not the first person to see you do something stupid," The blond who never got the chance to introduce himself said exasperatedly.

"But I’ve never embarrassed myself in front of someone so pretty before!" His cheeks went red as he seemed to realize what he just admitted.

"Wait, are you saying im not pretty?!"

Chan sighed from beside you. "Guys, I said be nice."

"Yeah, to her. Not to this asshole."

"Oh my god, Hyunjin. You're very pretty!" Minho exclaimed.

"Thank you!"

"Now shut up!"

Hyunjin pouted, and Han had decided to hide his still red cheeks behind his hands, which only left the other blond and the brunette next to the door. The first introduced himself as Felix, giving you a tired smile, and the latter waved at you from the ground.

"Im Jeongin, but you can call me I.N.," he said.

"Or Innie," Changbin piped up.

"Or Baby Bread," Seungmin joked. You assumed it was an inside joke from the way Jeongin groaned in annoyance.

"All right, that’s good enough on the introductions. We have to get back to practice, so if you need to go to the bathroom, go now," Chan told the group.

The others let out protests, but you werent sure if its because your meeting was being cut short, or if it was because they had to get back to work. Some of them dispersed around the room to various belongings settled against the walls, Hyunjin immediately pulled Felix back into their silly dance competition, and Chan turned to you with a strained smile.

"Im sorry about them, they ... well I was going to say they usually arent like this, but that would be a lie." He sighed. "But Im glad you got to meet them."

"I still have a couple of other staff members to meet up with. Mostly just the wardrobe and makeup stylists. Changbin offered to introduce me yesterday-"

Changbin seemed to magically appear at your side. "We can go after practice is done. Do you think you can wait 2 more hours?"

"Well, I could probably finish up my work for today by then," You said, giving him a small nod and a smile. "Do you want to meet up here?"

"Nah, Ill come get you. Most of the stylists work on that floor anyways."

"Right."

As Changbin and you talked, from across the room, Minho called out for Chan. The leader turned slightly, but he hesitated to go. You could tell he wanted to say something, but it probably wasnt something he could bring up with his members nearby, and you werent sure you wanted to talk about it right now. You didnt want to think about the tension that still lingered between you.

So before he could ask you to talk later, or invite himself to your tour that afternoon, you bowed to the two boys and then said your goodbyes to the rest of the room.

Only a handful of them said goodbye in return, the other half occupied.

You made your way down to the now mostly empty cafeteria, deciding to get something to go and eat while you worked, since you had used up your lunch time talking to the group. With a moment of thought, you grabbed a second plate.

Once back onto your floor, you weaved past people who had gotten back from their break, the noise startling from the silence you had experienced before. As you passed by the room where Maya usually worked in, you took a second to wave at the blonde haired girl you never got the name of, and walked over to the messy desk.

"Maya?"

The girl in question looked up at you with a confused look, eyes widening when she recognized you.

"I noticed you didnt have time to get lunch earlier, so I brought you some food," You said. "If you want it," You quickly added.

Maya pouted adorably. "Oh my god, thank you. You didnt have to do that."

"I wanted to."

She accepted the plate you offered her, and after a second to properly place it on a free space so it wouldnt fall off, she jumped to her feet and gingerly wrapped you in a surpringly warm hug. The smell of honey and feeling of love surrounded you.

"Thank you, so much. And I want to apologize, for the way I treated you yesterday. I know it isnt an excuse, but I was tired, and so I wanted the conversation to end, and I knew if I was snappy it would scare you off-"

"You dont have to explain yourself-" You cut her off with a giggle. She joined you.

"But again, thanks. i want to make it up to you, both the being mean and the food." She looked down at her watch. "I dont have time right now, but maybe we can get coffee someday? Get to know each other properly?"

Her soft smile was contagious. "Of course. I'll see you later."

As you made it back to your desk, you found yourself pleasently calm and relaxed. The betas scent did wonders for your omega, even hidden as she was, and you could barley even remmber the earlier panic and distress that you had felt.

That was until Changbin dropped by to get you.

It was almost 2 hours exactly on the dot that he appeared next to your desk, leaning against the edge to look over the words on your screen. You laughed at the bewildered face he made.

"Is that Japanese?"

"Yup. Its for the announcement of your world tour. I have to translate it to english next."

"Wah," Changbin shook his head. "Thats so cool. Just how many languages do you speak?"

"Hmm, how many do you think I speak?" You teased, watching him closely.

Changbin's eyes darted from the computer screen to your face, brows coming together for a second as he considered your question. He titled his head to the side, and strands of dark hair fell right in front of his eyes. On instinct, you found your hand darting up to brush them out of the way, hand bumping into his own as he moved to do the same.

"Five."

You both jolted at the sudden voice that came from behind Changbin, and you nearly groaned audibly at the sudden recognizable scent that hit your nose. You had been worried that Chan might have tried to tag along, but you didnt even think Minho showing up would be a possibility.

Apparently, Changbin hadnt either.

"Hyung? I thought you stayed back with Felix to work on something."

Minho shrugged. "I told him we could work it out later. He didnt argue."

You both stared at the alpha as if expecting him to elaborate more (perhaps explain what he was doing there), but he didnt. Changbin let out a cough which then turned into an awkward laugh.

"Right. Well, I promised you a tour-" Changbin held out his arm to you, and you took it with a giggle.

"Thank you, kind sir."

He beamed, and Minho watched you two with a blank face as you made your way passed him. You pretended not to notice as he followed the two of you as you made your way down the hallway, close enough that you could hear his footsteps, which made your omega want to bare their teeth.

Changbin also didnt react, which made you wonder if the alphas behavior was normal for him, or if he just didnt want to bring it up.

You decided to ignore Minho in exchange for trying to learn the names of the four makeup stylists Changbin introduced you too, as well as the the other two wardrobe stylist (as you had already met Maya). Most of them were busy when you were introduced, and while they all gave you a smile and a nod of acknowledgement, you figured most of them wouldnt remember your name either.

One makeup artist did capture your attention from the way she flushed when she noticed Minho. Her name was Minji, and she was apparently Felix and Hyunjin's makeup artist. She had acted fairly normal and almost playfully with Changbin, so you wondered if she had a crush on the dancer for her to suddenly get so shy.

Minho didnt offer anything more than a nod to her as he trailed behind you two, and you found yourself thinking she could do better.

"Thats everyone. Of course, theres also Maya, but you already met her."

"How come you have 4 makeup stylists, but only 3 wardrobe stylists?"

Changbin paused outside the elevators. "Hmm, well the makeup artists have designated members they work with, but wardrobe kind of all have to coordinate the entire group with each other. Having less stylists makes it easier for them."

You nodded your head. "I guess that makes sense."

The two of you got on the elevator when it arrived, and you gave an unamused look to Minho as he casually followed, leaning against the opposite wall to you. Changbin gave the alpha an equally unimpressed look.

"Hyung, what are you doing?" He asked.

Minho raised his eyebrows. "Im not doing anything."

"You're being wierd."

"I dont know what you're talking about."

Changbin let out a sigh. "Minho-"

"I wanted to apologize," Minho interrupted, crossing his arms, and to your surprise, began pouting.

"Apologize for what?" Changbin asked in confusion.

"Not to you!"

You flushed under the sudden combined weight of both mens gazes. The elevator opened, and a random staff member you had never seen before entered, two floors before the lobby. The elevator was suddenly filled with silence, and realizing how awkward the conversation would get if you stayed, you ignored the boys until the moment the doors opened.

You turned to Changbin with an apologetic smile. "Thanks for the tour Bin. I'll see you later."

The rapper stuttered, and you heard Minho call out to you, but you booked it out to the lobby and practically slammed through the front doors.

Neither of them followed you.

-0-0-

Hands against your waist, lips pressed softly to your cheek. Your head felt heavy. Arms moving to lock themselves around you, chest pressed against your back. There was a presence in front of you, eyes soft and loving, but there was a voice whispering softly in your ear from behind.

"Tell us what you want"

You woke up with wet cheeks, your chest aching. You took in a deep breath, but it felt like someone was sitting on top of you. With your head still fuzzy, half asleep, you pushed yourself onto your elbows. You felt like you had just lost something important.

When you slid into Sooyoung's bed, she only cracked open one eye. "You okay?"

"Nightmare," you lied.

You didnt know how to explain to her that you had a dream so full of hope and love that it hurt you to wake up and realize it was just a dream. You didnt know how to explain that you couldnt even remember what the dream was about.

She hummed, pulling your head down so your nose pressed against the crook of her nose. It smelled like freshly made croissants, a strong but homey scent. The calming protection and reassurance of her alpha had your omega placated, head clearing and chest relaxing as you breathed in.

But you still found yourself wishing the scent was different.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Could you describe how you see some of the creeps' rooms? Like what they havein there or if their roms are messy or always clean? :)

I decided that for this one, I would do my most popular creeps, if you or anyone else reading would like more headcanons on different creeps, let me know and i will be happy to!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Toby's room is located on the third floor of the mansion/manor (havent decided which one i like better) and is the third door on the left

His door doesn't really have anything fancy on it, it is a simple wooden door with his name on a bronze plate, just like the rest of the creeps

His room has a very grunge-esc and indie vibe to it

His bed is a twin sized bed, with a deep brown comforter, faded yellow sheets and two pillows with no pillowcases on them

He has 2 squishmellows, the hamster and the mango, they sit on his bed, and when he sleeps he uses one as an additional pillow, and the other one he hugs tightly to his chest

He has a lot of tapestries, and not many posters

He has posters for the beetles, fleetwood mac, and ozzy osbourne, and they are all on the wall above his bed

The rest of the tapestries are generic designs with skeletons and stars

He has a small couch under the window of his room, that has a small purple blanket thrown over the top of the couch

He has a lot of fake plants and vines in his room, because he can't take care of real plants to save his life

He has a wooden desk, and on that desk he has his laptop, headphones, tablet, hairspray, books, and writing utensils

Amongst those other things, he also has a few dishes on his desk

He uses his closet as a makeshift house for animals he finds (often possums and raccoons) so that he can help them return to full health, before setting them free once more

However, he does have 3 pet raccoons that just kept on coming back after he set them free, so he just kind of uses his closet for them

His clothes are stored on a clothing rack next to his couch

He has one nightstand on the left side of his bed, where he keeps his phone, charger, and in the drawer, he has spare masks, gloves, medications, and bandages/bandaids

He has a tv in his room, on the wall in front of his bed

All things considered, his room isnt too messy, he has a few dirty clothes here and there, and a few dishes, but it's not terrible

Masky

His room is on the third floor, and is the second door on the right

His door is also not decorated, just a simple wooden door with his name on a bronze plate

His room reeks of cigarettes

His bed is right under his window, it is queen sized and is the first thing you see as you open his door

He has basic white sheets, pillows with basic white pillowcases, and a basic brown comforter

He has a desk on the wall to the left of his bed, where he keeps books, notebooks, writing utensils, and his laptop

Next to his desk, he has an array of weapons

Guns, knifes, crossbows, etc

He has them displayed on the wall, he absolutely just stares at them from time to time, very proud of them

He doesn't have many decorations, but he does have a few trinkets Toby and Sally have given him

He has two nightstands, one has a lamp and the book hes reading, and the other has an ashtray and his current pack of cigarettes

In the drawers he has his medications, and his reading glasses (he refuses to accept the fact he's old, be nice to him about the glasses)

The jacket he normally wears is almost always thrown over his desk chair, ready for it to be used the next day

His closet is only really halfway full, so he uses the other half to store his pajamas, socks and underwear

He has a bunch of records and loves to play them

Takes him back to the good ol days

He is probably the second cleanest on this list

Eyeless Jack

His bedroom is on the second floor, and is the first door to your left

His door has been painted black and his entire room is soundproof

The black door is partly because he just likes it that way and partly to differentiate himself from Laughing Jack, which both door plates just read "Jack"

He has a twin sized bed with grey sheets and pillowcases, and a black comforter

His windows are covered by blackout curtains, making his room one of the darkest

Next to his bed, he has a nightstand with a lamp

Thats the only light source he allows

On the other side of his bed, there is a book cart with books (duh) and a few plants

He also has a bookshelf, but all of the books on the shelf are strictly educational books (studies on anatomy, different illnesses for different creatures, etc)

His desk has his laptop, tablet and a stack of notebooks, all full with his neat handwriting and labled with different things

He doesnt have many decorations in his room, but he does have some framed pictures of his friends from around the mansion

He also has a mini fridge with his stash of fresh food, it is kept clean and is restocked once every 2 weeks

He keeps his room spotless, no dust on anything, bed always made, etc

Definetly the cleanest on this list, if not in the entire house

Jeff

Jeff's room is on the second floor, and is the second door on the left

His door is very much decorated with crime scene tape, a stop sign and a small band poster

His room is very dirty, clothes, trash and dishes are strewn about the room, with a small path from his door to his bed

He has a twin sized bed (if you can even call it that) it is a worn out matress on the floor, with no sheets, pillows without a pillowcase, and a black comforter

He has a nightstand with his vape, medications and phone on it

He has a desk with a pc, nintendo switch, hairspray and makeup but he doesn't really sit at his desk much

His walls are completely covered in band posters, pride flags, road signs, and of course, his tv

He has an electric guitar, but he doesn't play it much

He only knows how to play MSI songs, but he is suprisingly good at them

He has a mannequin in his room as well, "Lucy", he named her, she is missing a leg, and four of her fingers on her left hand, jeff has stuck a knife through her eye and placed stickers over where her nipples would be as makeshift pasties

It is a running joke that Lucy is Jeff's one true love, but they have to keep their love a secret because people wouldn't understand them being together

BEN even bought lucy a cheap wig off of amazon, which sits crooked and tangled on her head

Lucy holds Jeff's bags, and his knives

His room doesn't exactly smell bad, but it doesn't smell pleasent

0/10 PLEASE DO NOT GO IN THERE WHATEVER YOU DO, YOU WILL BE MUTATED

BEN

He is on the third floor, and is the third door on the right

His door is a simple wooden door with a bronze plate that says his name

His bed is very low, almost touching the floor

There are no sheets, no pillowcases and a basic blue comforter

He has LED lights on the ceiling, which are almost always turned green

His desk has a full gaming set up, double moniters, and LED headphones, keyboard and mouse

Behind all of that, he has his hairspray, deodorant, and nintendo switch OLED

On the wall in front of his bed, his tv is mounted, under his tv he has a ps5, an xbox1 and an n64

He also has a small bookshelf where he stores all of his physical game copies

He has a bunch of blue light tapestries, almost all of them have at least one skeleton on it

He also has some posters for his favorite animes and video games (Black butler, one piece, the occassional hatsune miku poster...)

SPEAKING OF HATSUNE MIKU

He is throughly obsessed with her

He has a bunch of figurines he keeps around his gaming set up, he has a hatsune miku plush that sits on his shelf of video games, and he also bought a miku body pillow "as a joke"

And you better believe he has a few t-shirts

He keeps the body pillow stuffed under his bed, away from anyone who could possibly see her

I wouldn't say he classifies as a weeb, but he's definitely up there in the ranks

He also has a snack cart by his pc set up, one tier with drinks, the other two with snacks like chips, cookies, pastries, etc

As for cleanliness, i would say he isnt too dirty

He has a few dirty dishes on his desk, a few dirty shirts and hoodies here and there but other than that, his room is pretty clean

[magicalqueennightmare]

Got You- Pt 2/3

John Walker x Reader (nicknamed Talon with black canary style powers)

After Paris you and John give in to how you feel

Sex happens

Since the take down of Pierre Jonan, John had barely spoken an entire sentence to you. You would train in silence if you both ended up in the gym. If a mission came up, he would still partner with you but you made it a point to be more watchful of your powers so you didn’t over stretch it. You didn’t want him having to carry you again.

If either of you passed each other in the tower, he’d look at you like he wanted to say something then he’d keep walking. What had you done? 

“I don’t know what I did that was so wrong” you whispered to Yelena. She was half heartedly listening. She loved you but didn’t quite understand why you were upset. “Why not ask him why he’s being weird?” you shrugged “He’s John, Bucky talks feelings better”

“That is true. I’ll ask him” she hopped off the counter where you were both sitting and ran for the door “Lena no!” but it was too late. She’d ran smack into his chest in the hallway and you could hear her “Hey Walker. Why are you being an ass to Talon?”

You eyed the window and wondered whether or not you could focus a scream enough to glide from this height and not die. She dragged him into the room behind her “Look Talon. I got you a Walker” she shoved him at you “Talk. I’m leaving” 

“I’ve been an ass?” he asked and you shrugged “Lil bit. Since Jonan”  “I haven’t meant to” he admitted and you sighed “Fair enough” you hopped off the counter and he grabbed your arm “We’re good” you stared at his hand long enough he dropped it “Ok”

Later that night you were laying across the foot of your bed, trying new practices. Your room was specifically designed to be soundproof. You didn’t want to risk a nightmare causing anyone to go deaf. Now you were using that to practice forming small  blasts of sonic energy with a ball. 

A knock at the door made you lose focus and the damn ball hit you in the face.You grabbed it and threw it before standing up. You looked down and realized you were wearing the blue shirt of John’s you’d never given back after Paris. God anyone who was at your door was gonna give you hell. There was another knock and you growled “Fuck it” before walking over and opening the door “What?”

To your horror John stood there. His eyes flickered across your body, landing on the fact that you were wearing his shirt. A slow smile worked its way onto his face “That’s where that went”  you shrugged “Want it back?” you reached for the hem of it and his eyes widened “No” 

A grin slipped onto your face seeing him get flustered “What ya need?” he swallowed hard “Can we talk?”

You stepped back “Come on in” he walked into your room, eyes moving around like he was taking in everything. You weren’t messy by any means but you did lack his military proficiency. The door closed behind you with a click as you stood there waiting for him to speak.

He finally turned to face you “I’ve been an ass because I don’t know how to handle how I feel towards you” “What?” you asked and he scratched at his beard, “I’ve liked you for a while Talon then being that close on that op. Playing the protective husband. You wanting me once you fainted from your powers. I didn’t want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable”

You took a step towards him “Like what?” he met your eyes and the usual ocean blue color looked closer to the ocean during a storm, brewing with something darker “Like tell you just how fucking gorgeous you look in my shirt. How hard it made it to sleep when I was in bed next to you that night in Paris” you laughed under your breath “Like it was easy sleeping next to you? You came out the shower that night looking like the definition of a wet dream”

His lips quirked up at the corners “That right?” you nodded, stepping even closer “What are we doing here John? Verbally edging each other? I want you. I really fucking do” “You shouldn’t” he tried and that was what made you close the distance, what made you ever so gently press your lips against his while he stood deathly still “And yet I do”

He swallowed hard “Are you sure?” you sighed and stepped back from him, pulling his shirt over your head and tossing it onto the chair that was in the corner of your room “Sure enough?” the next moment you were caged between his body and the wall. Your hands tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He leaned back and pulled his shirt off and threw it over near your own before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was messy, tongue and teeth. Desire, need and passion all boiling down into the movements of your mouths against each other, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your breasts brushing against the sprinkle of coarse hair that decorated his chest. You whined when he leaned down to grip the back of your thighs and hoisted you up and into his arms. 

When the need for air forced the two of you apart, he attacked your neck with just as much attentiveness. He walked over to your bed, laying you gently down before going to his knees. “John?” you whispered and he grinned, catching your lips in another kiss “I got you” you smiled as he used one large hand to coax your body back onto the bed. He eased your panties down your legs. Once they were on the floor he nudged his shoulders between your legs, holding them further open, one finger teasing through your folds “Look at that, you are dripping baby”

“Told you” you whimpered and he grinned “Love that mouth of yours” your eyes cut down to the rather noticeable bulge in his sweats “It can do a lot more” he gave you a wicked smirk “You’re getting the attention first”

He lowered his head to your core and the light flick of his tongue against your clit had your back arching off the bed, a moan of his name falling from your lips. “Fuck, feels good John” you spoke and he grinned against you, pulling back to whisper “Baby, I’m just getting started”

He turned his attention fully to your pussy then like a man craved. His tongue plunged into you deep enough your eyes rolled back in your head, fingers finding his hair. He kissed you there like he had your mouth, wet and messy, tongue tracing every last inch he could reach. Your legs were shaking around his head. When he added two fingers into you, curling them up to brush across that spongy spot inside of you as he rolled your clit into his mouth that building pressure low in your stomach finally burst. You came with a trembling moan of his name, the only thing keeping you on the bed was one of his hands splayed across your stomach as he worked you through your orgasm. He only slowed when you shoved weakly at his shoulders “Too much, way too much”

He pulled back from your core, beard scratching at your thighs as he pressed open mouthed kisses against the soft skin. “Still with me?” he asked, voice deep with lust. “Of course” you replied and he chuckled “So damn gorgeous” you could feel your face warm “Can I return the favor?” he licked his lips, eyes going from your dripping pussy to your face “As much as I’d kill to have your mouth on me, I want to be inside of you”

You damn near whimpered again. “Ok” he smirked “Ok? Just ok?” you rolled your eyes, tugging at his shoulder “Get your ass up here pretty boy” one of his eyebrows quirked up “I have never once in my life been called pretty boy” “Their mistake because you are fucking gorgeous John”

A light blush graced his cheeks as he started to kiss his way up your body, teasing at the skin. You would have marks from his mouth for days to come but at least you would have some proof this happened. He got to your chest and stopped his movements, staring at you “What’s wrong Talon?” “Nothing John. Feels so damn good” he shook his head “You spaced out on me darlin” “Doesn’t matter. Please just kiss me? We’ll talk later?” he grinned “Yes ma’am” and pressed a hard kiss to your lips, flicking his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself on his lips.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers gripping the flesh as he rutted his clothed erection against your core. Your head fell back with a gasp of his name. He moved from your lips down your jaw, teeth and tongue covering every inch of skin. “You still want this baby?” “Please” you begged and he groaned low “Gonna kill me”

He reached to push his sweatpants off, halting his movements “Fuck. I um..I don’t have condom” “I’m covered” you assured him and he groaned again “You’re sure?” “For fuck’s sake Walker!” you growled and he chuckled, pushing his sweats off the rest of the way. The moment his hard cock was freed you felt yourself clench around nothing and damn him he noticed of course. “What’s wrong baby?” he asked, one large hand gripping the base of his cock so he could tease it through your dripping folds.

You whined, hips bucking up to meet his swollen tip “You’re really big John” you admitted and he looked a little too proud of himself “Promise I won’t hurt you honey. Tell me if I do and everything stops” you nodded “I trust you” his expression softened so much at that. His lips crashed into yours as he pushed into you with one deep roll of his hips.  His breath was staggered as he buried his face in your neck “Feels so damn good” you shifted your hips to let him know he could move so he pulled almost all the way out before giving a tentative thrust. When a gasp left your lips he leaned up to watch your face as he repeated the movement and must have liked what he saw there. “You like that?” he cooed and you couldn’t form coherent words so a moan simply fell from you as a response.

“Yeah, you like that” he laughed, finding a rhythm that had your nails biting into his shoulders. You could feel him sucking dark marks across your chest. “Feels so damn good John. Please don’t stop” you sobbed, clutching to him as you felt an orgasm building. He slipped a hand between you, fingers finding your clit “Let me feel it” he murmured and when he rubbed a tight circle onto the sensitive bud your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you.

He worked you through your orgasm, keeping his pace. Once you finally came down from your peak you let your fingers slip into his hair, lips kissing the corner of his mouth “You can fuck me harder John. I can take it” he growled, lips finding yours in a kiss that stole your breath for a moment. When he pulled back his bright blue eyes searched your face for any hesitation “I’m sure” you whispered. He nodded and gripped one of your thighs tightly, hooking your leg up around his waist.

It occurred to you that this was a little too close, too intimate but as he fucked into you, thrusts hard enough your bedframe creaked with every movement and your breasts bounced you couldn’t care. It felt too damn good. His hands found yours, lacing your fingers together. He pressed them into the mattress as he pounded into you, hips snapping into yours with a force that had you unable to do much but take it with moans and gasps escaping you.

“Look at me baby” he whispered, you hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes up until then. You peeled your eyes open and he gave you a gentle smile compared to what he was doing to you “There she is” he murmured, lips crashing against yours. You could feel his thrusts start to falter, knew he was close. His hand slipped back between your bodies, intent on wringing one more orgasm out of you before he came himself. You could feel your pleasure building and when he gave a final hard sweep of his thumb across your clit your back arched off the bed and you came with a whimper of his name. He buried himself inside of you with one final thrust, cum spurting deep inside of you, coating your walls and dripping back out onto the bed below.

He stilled his hips, both of you working to get your breathing back to normal, staring at each other. “Well” you laughed and he ducked his head “Not the response I wanted” you tugged him up to face you by his beard, pressing a kiss to his lips “It was amazing John” he grinned “Good” and gently pulled out of you. Instead of leaving like you half expected he laid down next to you, pulling you over onto his chest. “What now?” you asked as his fingers started to trace shapes onto your back “I don’t know” he admitted and you laughed humorlessly before repeating his own words back to him “Not the response I wanted”

“Fair enough” he laughed, then looked down at you “I really like you. I care about you, so damn much. I just don’t want to hurt you” “Then don’t” you whispered, pulling him into a kiss. You laid your head over on his chest, feeling sleep tug at you. “I really like you and care about you too by the way” you whispered with a yawn. He laughed “Go to sleep darlin” 

The next morning, you expected to wake up alone. However you woke up with a heavy weight across your stomach and legs. When you opened your eyes, John’s chin was tucked down into the bend of your neck, one of his arms was across your stomach and his legs were tangled with yours.

“Not what I expected” you whispered, not taking his hearing into account. His eyes opened, a small smile slipping onto his face “Did you want me to slip out while you were asleep?” you shook your head “Not, it’s just..” he leaned up, eyes searching your face and his smile fell “You’re regretting it”

“No! I’m not” you replied a little too quickly. You sounded desperate to your ears and hoped it didn’t sound that bad to his. He grinned slightly “Then what is it?” “I wasn’t expecting you to be here”

“Oh so you thought I regretted it?” he asked and you shrugged “Do you?” his eyebrows furrowed “Is that why you spaced out on me for a second?” you swallowed hard, a tiny smile slipping onto your face “I spaced out because I was thinking at least by you marking me enough I’d have proof that last night happened” 

“Oh honey” he murmured, lips finding yours as his hands teased at your sides. You gasped when his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. You pulled back and smiled up at him “I’m not pressuring you into a relationship either John. We can take this slowish” he raised an eyebrow and lifted the blanket to let his eyes skim over your bare body “This is slow?” 

You rolled your eyes “I mean, we don’t have to do the public thing. That way we can know where we are with each other before anyone else knows” he nodded “Ok” you pulled him into another kiss, speaking with your lips against his “And my room was designed to be soundproof” he laughed and nipped at your bottom lip “Good to know” 

Part 3

[sunny-reacts-to-stuff]

tma 39 "infestation"

worms, parasites, gore, physical violence, body horror, trypophobia, uncanny, jumpscares (2m07s, 2m11s, 2m16s, 6m40s, 18m25s), loud screaming, alarm sounds, high-pitched audio interference, being chased, being trapped, getting lost, asphyxiation, abandoned tunnels

i cant believe i am slaying my way through the magnus archives as a scaredy cat

martin being like "right right right right" is so cute from an outside perspective but i would literally kill him myself if i was jon in that moment

where the fuck is tim

also my poor 3/4 archivists im praying for you rn

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" "there we go ^0^" see that's the clervalstein i came in for

"Look, you guys got to go home every day, okay. I didn’t!" my SON TT

HE SAID THANK YOU ????

so sorry jon for saying it would take you until s4 to say please and thank you

"These old files are far better protected than we ever were." the diction of that was peak "im gonna kms"

nooo martin you did great

better trapped than dead?

"why record it" for the memories, sash

he has gotten attached, let him be

gods forbid an autistic guy has a comfort object

Every real statement just leads… deeper into something I don’t even know the shape of yet. -> i feel you jon dont worry

the only difference between you and i is that i have something close to a database and you look like you cant type into a computer

"Only an idiot would stay in this job." says guy that goes to work at 6 am bc he wants to

LET MARTIN (and me) CALL YOU AN IDIOT

waiting for me im coming waaait im coming too

ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE USING THE FUCKING TAPE RECORDER BECAUSE THEY JUST MAGICALLY DONT RECORD DIGITALLY AND YOU HAVE WAITED 39 CHAPTERS TO LET ME KNOW THAT

"ITS SOUNDPROOFED" I AM WHEEZING AND I SO SHOULDNT

turn around every now and then i get a little bit lonely

SASHA?

"joe spooky" i fw this guy

I JUST SAID I FUCK WITH HIM.

WHAT.

man.

man.

man.

"it's stupid" "yes. yes it is" jon he just saw his friend (YOUR FRIEND) die can you be nicer

jk i know he's also very stressed

MARTIN GETTING MAD? YES.

please jon. enlighten me on why you started working there. i've been wondering.

out of those 40 i just listened to, at least 80% of them ended with you being "nah why would this be real"

jonathan. i am so sorry i ever was mean to you.

actually i still think you should have been nicer to your co-workers.

but i am sorry about everything else.

this is what i wanted (not the tim part of course) but yes be vulnerable

slowburn and forced proximity the trope you are

couldnt the worms have killed fuckass elias

im so sorry because tim just died but im here smiling like an idiot at these two actually having a conversation

"we’re clearly doing a whole heart-to-heart thing" autistic ass man (just like me fr)

the fuck do you mean "even you must be aware that's not normal"

is martin from london

WAHT.

WHAT.

WHAT.

JON WE CAN'T GO FROM "I DON'T BELIEVE ANY STATEMENT BC IM A WEE LAD AND IM SCARED" TO "AH YEAH MY ROOMMATE MUST HAVE BEEN A GHOST"

HE IS SO OFFENDED LMAOOO

the va's from manchester

elias you're a horrible boss

THE FUCK YOU MEAN "WORSE THAN MARTIN"

MARTIN ISNT EVEN BAD

BURN THE BUILDING

SASHA DONT USE THAT

oh he used to smoke thats why he was so offended when tim asked

"im not a doctor" i say that very often

YOUR ONE REASON TO NOT KILL MARTIN AND JON IS THAT YOU DONT WANNA REHIRE JON?

"so....." sounded so silly

"the window is covered in WORMS" sounded so pinocchio trailer

okay now hug as you die

tim?

"bit light headed, the gas yk" tim you are so funny please dont go bald

DID HE JUST FLASH THEM

"can you walk?" "no" "THEN LET'S GO ^^"

HE WRITES POETRY AND HE RECORDS THEM ANALOGICALLY TO GIVE IT A LO-FI CHARM. JON, IF YOU DONT MARRY HIM I WILL AND IM A LESBIAN

but tbh that sounds a bit suspicious

why are we all giving out our reasons to join the institute

the fuck

DID SHE GET GRAHAM'ED?

DID SASHA GET GRAHAM'ED?

MARTIN HAS WHAT

well. that was everything but fun.