#but I have to finish it first ....ger...

[bobosbobonicshitwatershit]

Nonsensical Wilson and Willow farticles

[doctahchang]

would like to know the lore of my own oc that i have had for like ten years

edit: found an old sketch of her... i basically drew her for the first time eons ago and haven't changed her design ever since (sad that i won't be able to find those drawing again)

[ddeonghwa-s]

a moment between infinity .ᐟ.ᐟ

reuniting with your soulmate in the space between one life and the next.

꒰୨୧꒱— jeon wonwoo x reader

꒰୨୧꒱— wc is approx. 2.5k.

꒰୨୧꒱— genre : themes of love, romance; angst

꒰୨୧꒱— tropes : reincarnation, reuniting after life, soulmates

꒰୨୧꒱— cw : themes of life and death, discussion of physical separation, missing life events due to death, lives cut short.

꒰୨୧꒱— tw : for discussion of dying young/living life unfilled

꒰୨୧꒱— notes : thank you lexi @heechwe for beta reading! this sounds depressing but i swear there's tons of love in there!

you see wonwoo as soon as you step out from beneath the shade of a tree you don’t remember walking under. the sun, for a fleeting moment, is overly bright. it pierces your eyes with its light, horribly brilliant and blinding. 

you don’t want to look away from wonwoo; don’t want to close your eyes for even a second. 

the pain you feel from the sunlight is immense, and before you can comprehend the desire, the most rudimentary of all wants, so much so that it’s a need, you are blinking your eyes against the cruelty of the sun. 

he’s still there when you open them. 

(he wasn’t the last time you blinked at him.)

(a moment of stillness, of a deep breath taken before plunging into freezing waters; of the last gasp for clean air before being consumed by flame; of a desperate choke for life as death swings its decisive sword.)

(you remember this.)

(and yet you don’t.)

(it’s weird, you think between the pauses of forever, between one breath and the next, how everything and nothing exists so closely intertwined.)

wonwoo smiles. it isn’t that blinding smile of pure exhilaration you so distinctly remember the twelfth time as the two of you looked down from the bow of the ocean liner, waving down at the citizens of south hampton that had come to bid the ship farewell. instead it was his soft, slowly-growing smile that took you back to the second time, to that little ger on the eurasian steppe, holding your first ever son. 

wonwoo opens his arms. 

naturally you go into them. 

the world is made up of pairs, you know, the wisdom of nothing and everything, of finity and infinity, surrounding you. north and south; up and down; sky and earth; you and wonwoo. two things, concepts, beings so closely intertwined that to force one from the other is to break the thin threads of the cosmos. 

and so, like the sky embracing the earth, you go into wonwoo’s arms. 

he’s wearing the outfit you saw him last. his auburn corduroy shirt jacket smells of gasoline still (for him the last sixty years were a mere handful of hours; for you, a lifetime. and so the scent of death still sticks to him as if no time had passed at all, despite.) and when he lifts his arms to wrap them around you, to envelope you into his body, you can see the turquoise scrunchie he had kept on his wrist for you peak out from his sleeve. 

“i’m sorry,” he says. his voice is as deep as you remember. wonwoo presses his nose into your hair. you burrow your face into him, seeking out this natural scent, trying to bypass all the smells of death. “you said we didn’t need more tape, that it’d be fine.”

“i said we didn’t need tape,” you agreed. there had been moments you felt such overwhelming anger towards wonwoo for going despite you arguing otherwise. this, between nowhere and everywhere, was void of such feelings. instead you pressed your nose deeper and deeper, hands grabbing at his shirt. 

“i wanted to make sure we could finish wrapping presents before your mother arrived,” wonwoo said. “i wanted everything to be perfect.”

they found a ring on him, after; a simple silver band and diamond. 

“i know.” 

you shifted. 

wonwoo sighs into your hair. “i’m sorry. i wish – i have a thousand wishes. a thousand wishes for a thousand lifetimes. would you ever forgive me?”

you hum. you think of a land impossibly far, of a lifetime where you sobbed as wonwoo explained he had to leave, had to fight; how easy it was for you to resume that rage once he returned from the war, missing an arm and a chunk of his ear but still breathing and smiling. 

(sometimes he didn’t return.)

(sometimes you didn’t return.)

(those times, you knew, were seldomly seen. your universes, your forevers, were large, ever-expanding tapestries sewn by the threads of your lives. more often than not, nearly always, the threads revealed a beautiful picture of life and love and contentment; of a small forever trapped within a shared lifetime.)

(seldomly did the threads show another picture.)

(you think back to that ocean liner. to how cold it was; to how he disappeared for a heavier jacket and never returned, to how you slipped and fell and were submerged in a cold unlike any other –) 

“i forgive you each and every time,” you mumble into his shir.t. “just as you do me. i don’t think we’d have as many lifetimes together if we didn’t at least like one another.”

“ew,” he says, voice still gentle despite the teasing sentiment of his words, “you like me?”

as if you hadn’t fallin in love with wonwoo for fifteen generations in a row; as if your soul hadn’t sought his; as if you didn’t press yourself into his arms with every breath between lives, trying to memorize his scent and soul before the both of you take the plunge into the next life. 

“you have to stay with me next time,” you say. you try to keep your voice from cracking; it doesn’t work. you’ve shed a million tears for a million lifetimes – fifteen, to be exact, but math isn’t the sort of thing one worries about in places like this, places where everything of the past exists and nothing of the future; where you bear the weight of fifteen lifetimes on your shoulders knowing none of it will matter. 

“you can’t leave me,” you cry into his shirt. you can feel his chest heave underneath you, can feel the earth and not-earth shift beneath the two of you as wonwoo wraps you tighter in his arms. “you can’t leave me this time. not to fight a war that isn’t yours; to get a jacket; to pick up tape. you can’t leave me alone. i can’t handle another lifetime without you.”

wonwoo’s sob is the quiet, heart-wrenching of one that bubbles out despite all attempts to quell it. you can feel his body lurch against you from the force of it. his weeping is ugly, the sounds of his gasps in your ear loud and wholy unpleasant. 

the two of you cry against one another, clutching at one another. you’ve lived more lives together than apart, have memorized the wrinkles that line the corners of his eyes the older he gets, have learned the breathing patterns of his sleep. 

but still – 

the thought of parting is one you never bear. perhaps if you were a stronger soul it would be easier; perhaps if your soul loved his less it would be easier. 

you think back to the past sixty years. and then you think of your lives from the far past. only a few had forced either of you to live without the other, but the pain of them drowns out the happiness of any other. happiness, you have learned, is a golden thing that only seems to truly glow when the moment has long past, when you look back and think ah, that was an evening well spent. 

pain, on the other hand, is brilliant and loud and sharp. it demands its victim to focus on it. and so despite the lives you and wonwoo have spent beside one another, growing to old, shriveled ages in contentment, the pain of loneliness, of the heartbreak of knowing you would lie without the other half of your small universe, of living without your moon or sk or true north, of the other half of your pair that made up the galaxies and cosmos; of knowing you would never be whole. 

that is why the two of you cry. 

“i won’t leave you,” wonwoo promises. neither of you mention how the promise is empty. he cannot and will not remember any word said in this infinite space, during this small and endless moment between infinity. 

he won’t remember the press of your body against his. he won’t remember how you’re crying against him, how he vows to you, himself, and the universe he won’t leave you stranded in a lifetime again. 

(you remember the first lifetime. you remember the tall grasses of your village, of how you and wonwoo would duck down into them to press full-mouthed kisses to one another’s skin, ignorant and naive and happy in your first life. 

you force yourself not to remember how it felt when your uncle agreed to your marriage to a village that would take nearly a year for you to travel to. how it felt to know that despite the fact your love for wonwoo was greater than any force in the cosmos the two of you still answered to those on earth.

you had promised yourself you would never leave him again. that your second lifetime and all the ones after it would be spent at his side and no one else’s.

you promise yourself this once more. 

the universe says nothing in reply.)

wonwoo leans back, sniffling. his nose is red. he raises his hands up to your face, shaking. when wonwoo kisses you it’s wet and there’s spit and snot, but you lean into it as if it were the sealing kiss of a wedding.

“tell me what you loved,” he begs. “you loved after me. tell me.”

you nod. heartbreak lasts forever, and so does love. love is not something that begins and ends with one person; it is everlasting and multifaceted, existing in the smallest, most inconsequential of things. 

“jungkookie got me a puppy,” you say, voice still wet from crying. “i told him it was too much, that i didn’t have the energy for it. he said that was what i needed.”

wonwoo grinned at the mention of his brother. he leaned forward, tucking his forehead into your neck. “what was it’s name?”

“it was a mutt,” you say, “but i remembered how much you love that movie, the fox and the hound. so i named it copper.

“it was black,” you carry on, grinning at wonwoo’s chuckles that he presses into your skin. “jungkookie said it was a lab-shepherd mix. i couldn’t tell the difference.”

“copper the black pup,” wonwoo says. “what else?”

the sun is gentle in its caresses against your flesh, the breeze sweet in its dance. you and wonwoo settle against grass, curling into one another. you can’t raise your voice too much due to the close proximity, and so each word is a tender thing. 

you tell wonwoo of the red forbidden palace jungkook’s son took you to see during a school trip and how, despite the fact you could hear cars honking, it felt as if you were transported hundreds of years into the past. 

you tell wonwoo about the little bookstore that opened up next to his father’s dentist shop. of the tall, towering bookcases; of the cats that lived within; how as soon as you stepped inside you were met with the smell of real wood. 

you tell wonwoo of a little stray kitten you found in your forties, of how you named it romeo for how clingy it was. 

(“i still say we should’ve forced that bastard to write in an acknowledgement that it was our story he was writing,” wonwoo says, tracing the curve of your cheek. “he gets far too much recognition for his genius as it is.”)

he laughs when you tell him about seeing warwick castle for the first time in this lifetime, about the feeling of having been there despite not remembering. he teases you for it with memories of your tenth lifetime, of running down stone halls with you. 

“we’ll go again,” he says. he presses his nose against yours. you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. “we can get married there just like we did back then.”

you huff a laugh. “if it’s still there. you said that about persepolis.”

“how was i to know that damned macedonian prince would burn it to the ground,” wonwoo laughs. he grows somber, staring at you with deep brown eyes. “how much time do you think has passed?”

you shrug, thinking. time exists and it doesn’t. here, in this sunny pasture, it’s as if time doesn’t exist at all. that cannot be said for when you wake. 

either a year has passed or two hundred; this cannot be said for sure. 

you and wonwoo both were born within five years after the sinking of the titanic, of dying those horribly cold and wet deaths. you died, the two of you would later realize, thirty years before the destruction of persepolis and were reborn five hundred years later. 

and so that is how time flows. 

“well,” wonwoo says, “it’s not like it matters.”

“no?”

“as long as there’s still trees and air we’ll be okay.”

you gasp, having expected something horribly romantic. you’re not sure why you expected this. you gently shove his shoulder all the same, scolding wonwoo for his jest. 

later, though neither of you can say how much time later, you stare up at the sky. the clouds move. the sun keeps at the same position. 

“when do you think we’ll find one another?”

“you know we can’t decide that.”

“guess anyways,” you demand. 

wonwoo wiggles against the dirt. “you’ll move schools in high school,” he announces, “and i’ll be utterly bewitched by the new girl. she’ll be beautiful and sweet, and i won’t say anything at all.”

“that’s not a very good love story.”

“but then we’ll meet again,” he carries on, eyes tracing the fluffy curves of a cloud. “and i’ll be older and more confident. it’ll be at a college bar. you’ll still be beautiful, of course. and i’ll go up to you and say ‘hey, i knew you in high school.’ you’ll smile at me despite not quite remembering. then we’ll meet again and again, and our lives will become intertwined.”

you look at the blue infinity above you as if it could reveal anything. you wanted to know the secrets of it; how to live for forever with wonwoo, how to meet him earlier and spare no time loving one another. 

you want there to be a forever of this. of being by wonwoo’s side, of having him there beside you. you don’t know how many years you’ve spent without him in total; how many have been spent with him. whatever the answers are, you know it’s either too many or too few. 

there’s somewhere, you want to believe, where you and wonwoo can spend eternity side by side without separation; without life or death pulling you from each other’s side. there’s somewhere, you have to believe, where you can spend every happy moment with wonwoo. where you don’t have to spend this small infinity telling him about the little joys you’ve encountered in the years since he’s passed. 

you close your eyes. you can feel tears sting at the corners of them. the breeze muses your hair. all you want is to be with him, to have him at your side, to hold his hand every day and for the rest of the days. 

where your promises if i won’t leave you mean something, where they do more than just shift the air around you. 

you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with pure air. 

and then

[absolutebl]

Just a Big'ol List of all My Top Rated BLs of all time!

Here are the only ones I have give 10/10 to:

Color Rush - Korea

I Cannot Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai - Japan

Light On Me - Korea

Our Dating Sim - Korea

Semantic Error - Korea

Seven Days AKA Seven Days: Monday-Thursday AND Seven Days: Friday-Sunday (2 parts) - Japan

To My Star - Korea

Until We Meet Again - Thai

We Best Love: No. 1 For You AND We Best Love: Fighting Mr. 2nd - Taiwan

I also adore the A Man Who Defies The World of BL (AKA Absolute BL) series. But I consider those more like parody than actual BL.

The 50 BLs I've given 9/10s:

A First Love Story - Korea

A Tale of Thousand Stars - Thai

Bad Buddy - Thai

Be Loved In House: I Do - Taiwan

Blueming - Korea

Century of Love - Thai

Cherry Blossoms After Winter - Korea

Cherry Magic (Thai remake) - Thai

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii - Japan

Cosmetic Playlover Japan

He's Coming to Me - Thai

HIStory 2: Crossing the Line - Taiwan

I Feel You Linger in the Air - Thai

Jun and Jun - Korea

Kiseki: Dear to Me - Taiwan

La Pluie - Thai

Laws of Attraction - Thai

Long Time No See - Korea

Love For Love's Sake - Korea

Love is Science? BL Cut - Taiwan

Love Tractor - Korea

Lovely Writer - Thai

Minato Coin Laundry AKA Minato Shouji Koin Randorii - Japan

My Beautiful Man AKA Utsukushii Kare - Japan

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho - Japan

My Ride - Thai

My School President - Thai

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding - Korea

Not Me - Thai

Old Fashion Cupcake - Japan

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku - Japan

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu - Japan

Oxygen - Thai

See Your Love - Taiwan

Step By Step - Thai

Sugar Dog Life - Japan

Takara-kun and Amagi-kun -Japan

ThamePo - Thai

The Eighth Sense - Korea

The Heart Killers - Thai

The New Employee - Korea

The Rebound - Thai

The Sign - Thai

Unintentional Love Story - Korea

Unknown - Taiwan

Wandee Goodday - Thai

We Are - Thai

When it Rains it Pours AKA Futtara Doshaburi - Japan

Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart - Korea

Your Sky - Thai

My rating system:

10/10 HIGHLY RECOMMENDED faithful to tropes, happy ending, good chemistry, few flaws, high rewatch potential

9/10 ABSOLUTELY RECOMMENDED probably a few pacing issues or one flaw

8/10 RECOMMENDED some concerns around tropes (like dub con) or story structure but still satisfies as BL

7/10 RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS i.e. isn’t quite BL, convoluted, not strictly HEA, too short/long, or chemistry issues

6/10 WORTH WATCHING BUT FLAWED probably around the ending or in narrative structure/cohesion or censorship

5/10 WATCH IF YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO but don’t expect much, it’s a hot mess

4/10 FATALLY FLAWED but still basically BL, however… do we want to support this kind of behavior?

3/10 I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM WATCHING AND NEITHER DOES IT

2/10 IT'S DEPRESSING they killed the gay, save yourself

1/10 IT'S AWFUL, I WATCHED IT SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO

Notes on the current state of the BL Spreadsheet of Doom:

Currently contains: 818 BLs.

DNF'd BLs: 82 (or almost exactly 10%) they would all like be gerring scored of under 4/10 if I completed them.

Can't find: 69

Currently airing or in progress: 20

Unrated: 171 (just over 20%)

These shows are, by definition not included in the rec list, but might later once I finish watching them.

[unhetalia]

I guess I have Ger/Ame in the brain but my ideal for this ship DOES involve Germany either having been in one-sided love with Italy, or the two actually being in a relationship. When that ends and America enters the picture, Germany doesn't think to adjust his expectations from Italy to America. They have a lot of similarities.

But Prussia casually mentions he saw a few guys harassing America in an alley and Germany is like ??!??!?!?! WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ??!?!?! and runs to "save" him, only to arrive and America has dispatched his harrassers with... efficiency.

Germany arriving at America's ready to help him with paperwork and things he doesn't understand only to find America has already finished his paperwork and is helping Mexico and Canada with theirs.

Germany falling in love with someone who can take care of themselves and realising he no longer has a role, nothing to offer America. Why would America want him when he has nothing America needs?

America teaching Germany that love isn't just about what he can do for someone! Teaching him that they will equally help each other! The first time Germany asks for help is asking for a pen when he forgets his kne day. So small, but America BEAMS at him as he hands him one - the exact type Germany uses.

[barcalover86]

I am not allowed to love you

Summary: You are too young for Gavi, but he can't help but fall in love.

Request : I'll request one Gavi fic where he rejected the reader 'cause she was a fan and younger so he didn't wanna get in some scandal, but some months later she starts to work as his maid since his parents decided to not live with him anymore, and he starts to realize she's a good person and not some gold digger as he thought she was, and the moment he realizes it, he has a breakdown and she helps him with it

Ever since you were 15 years old, you started to see Gavi all over tik tok because of his amazing football skills. You first thought that he was another boy overrated by girls who are only looking for hot boys, but then you started to see his soft part.

Just then, you caught yourself saving all videos of him with kids or smiling, laughing, and then you realized how beautiful he actually was.

After some days, you discovered his interviews, and you were absolutely in love with his voice and personality.

He was a shy boy who would do everything for what he loves. But then you started to think how would he react if he was your boyfriend.

And just as a joke, you started to imagine him with you.

Type of scenarios when you would go to his games to support him or when you'd be kissing. You even thought about how he was in bad. Sweet or posesive. Let's just say that you thought about him a lot. Way too more than you should have.

Since you were still in school, it was harder to concentrate because your mind was only on Gavi.

Gavi, Gavi, Gavi.

Then people started to notice you, and of course, you started to be asked if some guy caught your eye. And you didn't want to lie, so you told them about the mystery boy.

They only laughed, telling you that he is a celebrity and he has already a thousand of girls.

Well, you didn't really believe them. Yes, he could have a thousand girls per day, but you were sure he didn't. You saw him as a good guy. Or so you hoped he was.

But somehow you knew that you had 0 chances with him.

But if the universe wanted you to fall in love with him, then it won't be in vain.

Now that was 2 years ago, and ever since the day he appeared on your fyp, you couldn't stop thinking about him.

Even yourself, though, that it wouldn't last more than 4-5 months, but you were so wrong because years had passed and you just couldn't ger over him.

People were telling you that you were wasting your teenage years because of some Spanish boy that you could never have. That you won't experience teenage love anymore. They were hard on you.

Even you tried to stop your feelings for him by not watching his games and videos anymore, but Gavi was still on your mind.

Every single day.

You were walking around Barcelona, trying to find a place where you could work at only 17.

Your parents agreed to you moving to another city for college and Barcelona was the perfect one for you.

But they had one condition. You'd have to pay for everything.

You had 4 more months until you finished school and 8 more months until you started college. So you had enough time to earn money, but you knew that you have to move to Barcelona earlier to get known with the city you'll live for at least 4 years.

And while you were trying to look for anything that could help you, you suddenly bumped into Pablo Gavi.

You looked up at him, apologizing, and he smiled politely at you.

You were stunned and could believe that the boy you were dreaming about for years was right in front of you. And he was even more beautiful in real life.

He started to walk away, but you told him to stop. He turned around confused, and you asked him for a picture.

He nodded and you took your phone out of your pocket with shaking hands.

"Calm down, I'm not going anywhere. " he laughed.

You were now really embarrassed and your face got all red.

He moved his head closer to yours, and your ears touched. You felt like you were about to explode because of how happy you were in that moment.

"Thank you so much! I'm a really big fan of you, and I only wish you good luck."

He smiled and thanked you before walking away fast.

After he was gone, you looked at the photo for more than 10 minutes. He was so, so pretty.

You were back home to your parents, and you sadly told them that you found nothing.

"You even tried online?"

"Yes, mama. No one wants a 17 year old girl, and I'm turning 18 in 9 months! It'll be too late."

You were really sad and your parents felt sorry for you. But they couldn't afford college right now. At least not one from Barcelona. They agreed with giving you some money, but it wasn't enough. You still had to work.

After days of searching, your mom finally found something for you and you couldn't be more happier.

The thing was that you had to be a maid for a house in Barcelona, and you had to continue your studies. That meant 6h of traveling with the train every single day.

You knew it wasn't what you wanted, but you dreamt about going to the best college in Barcelona since you were only a kid. And you'll work for it!

You packed your things and in two days you had to move out.

You started to feel really sad, but your family and friends told you that it was alright. You'll see them at school anyway.

You knew it was going to be a hard period of your life, but you were willing to at least give it a try. If you can't take it, then you'll give up work. That simple.

After a 3h drive with the train, you arrived in Barcelona. It was a really hot day and your head started to hurt.

You looked then for a taxi so you could arrive to the house you'd stay for the next weeks and you thanked God it wasn't that far away so you didn't pay that much.

You knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

A woman opened it, and you felt like you saw her somewhere. At least she was polite and super nice so that meant like you'd have a great time being her maid.

Or at least that's what you thought.

"Hello, y/n! Your mother told me how much you need this job. At first, I didn't agree to it because.. well, you'll be in a house with a 19 year old boy.."

You were shocked. A 19 year old boy?

"So I won't be your maid..?"

"I'm really sorry. I agreed to it because I feel like you are a good person who only wants to concentrate on her studies. My son, the boy you'll have to take care of, is as well a good boy, and he won't make you feel uncomfortable. The thing is that he didn't agree to be taken care of by a 17 year old girl.. you can imagine why. But I'm sure he'll understand later. So please, be patient. That's all I'm asking."

You nodded sadly. Why should you have to take care of a 19 year old boy!? You get that you'll clean the house and all, but do you also have to watch him all the time? Is he a rebel or what?

"Now come on, I'll introduce you to him."

She walks you to the living room. You couldn't lie, the house was really beautiful.

"Y/n, this is Pablo."

You immediately look at the boy.

How the fu-

"Pablo, this is y/n. The maid."

He seemed to recognize you as well, and he only laughed.

"She has to take care of me? She won't even be able to help me get up!" he says and you look at his hurt leg.

You assumed that he had just gotten out of surgery because of his injury from a Spain game.

You then look down embarrassed. He was right about it.

His mother looks at him with a warning look.

After that, she tells you some important things like when you should give Gavi medicine or what he is allowed and not to eat, then she leaves the house.

You walk back to the living room, trying to find the courage to speak with him.

"I didn't know that I'll be your maid. I only found out 20 minutes ago."

He looks at you.

"It's just weird to be taken care of.. my fan, you know?"

You nodded your head, understanding him completely.

"Then I'll pretend I'm not your fan." you say it seriously and he smiles lovely.

"Thank you."

Then he leaves the room with his crutches, leaving you alone.

This is going to be hard.

Part 2?

[jobean12-blog]

Only Want You

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 807

Summary: Even doing the most simple task Javi is too sexy for you to resist...

Author's Note: My lovely friend @lizette50 sent me a gif which I will show you below that literally got me thinking about how anything this man does is a turn on so here we are! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @firefly-in-darkness thank you sweet Daisy! 💕

Warnings: mentions of a weapon but only because he's cleaning and checking it, Javi's hands and fingers, some teasing and tensions, he's always soft but the sexiest, a curse or two, fi-n-ger-ing.

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

The sound of the metal sliding along metal wakes you from your satiated sleep and you stretch your limbs across the soft sheets.

As your eyes adjust to the early morning light you see Javi sitting at the small desk near your bed, his upper body bent over the pieces of his gun as he slides an old rag over the metal. His jeans are back on, pulled tightly over his thigh muscles with the wide spread of his legs…legs that barely fit under the piece of furniture.

You don’t make a sound, staring while he begins to put the fragments back together. The short sleeves of his shirt leave his forearms exposed and you see every flex of muscle each time he moves his long fingers to grab and twist the parts.

His dark hair hangs loosely in front of his forehead and his pouty lips are pressed together in concentration.

Suddenly the feel of the sheets is too much against your heated and tingling skin and you push them from your shoulders with a quiet sigh.

Javi’s eyes lift and meet yours.

“Angel,” he says quietly. “Did I wake you?”

“Mm no Javi,” you purr. “I was just enjoying watching you.”

The corner of his mouth lifts into a boyish smirk and he winks.

“I’m almost done.”

“When do you have to leave?” you ask, shifting onto your back as more of the sheet falls from your body to reveal your bare skin.

His gaze lingers on your face for only a second before it travels slowly downward.

“Soon.”

The single word is more of a pained growl and you arch your back with another stretch. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip when his eyes find yours again, now darkened with intense heat.

He drags his eyes away and back to the task in front of him, his jaw now clenched tightly as he grinds his teeth.

You sit up, letting the sheet fall away from your body and then stand from the bed.

Javi’s looks at you from under his dark lashes, his gaze trained on the sway of your hips as you slowly walk toward him.

When you reach the desk you place your hand on his shoulder and swing around until your chest is pressed to his back and your face is nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you whisper along his ear. “I told you I like watching you work.”

With a grunt he slides the barrel of the gun down with a hard click and then deftly finishes assembling the weapon.

You let out a small huff of displeasure and dance your fingers down his arms.

“Already done?” you pout.

Instead of answering you he reaches behind and pulls you around until you’re standing between his spread legs.

His hands move teasingly slowly as they trace your curves and find your waist. He pushes the rag and other materials out of the way and lifts you to sit atop the desk.

His thick fingers lift to your mouth, tracing its outline before he gently tugs on your pouting lower lip.

“All done,” he murmurs.

“That’s too bad,” you whisper. “I love when you use your hands.”

You grab his wrist and kiss the tip of each of his fingers. His eyes soften ever so slightly as he brushes his thumb across your cheek and cradles your face, lifting your lips to his.

At first his kiss is just a whisper of his lips, the lightest brush that leaves you desperate for more. With the gentle bump of his nose he dips his head and inhales along the line of your throat.

“Are you already soaked for me angel?”

You suck in a gasp of air. “Javi.”

He trails kisses upwards, stopping just below your ear before he nibbles the soft flesh between his teeth.

Your legs spread invitingly as his other hand moves lower and he captures your lips just as his fingers fall between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he hisses against your lips when his fingers are coated in your wetness.

Every touch is slow and torturous and you squirm on the desk, whining his name.

“You know Steve hates it when I’m late,” he groans as two of his fingers push inside you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant and rock your hips onto his hand. “More Javi. Harder.”

His hand at your face slides lower until his fingers are wrapped around your throat with gentle pressure.

Your eyes fall to his and your parted lips curve into a devious smile.

He growls softy, tightening his grip on your neck.

“I’m going to have you. Over and over again angel. Until you’re screaming my name and the only thing you feel for the rest of the day is the ache between your legs.”  

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Close Your Eyes

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〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is stubbornly working when she shouldn't be. Kara comes to bring her home. 〛

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Kara had assumed it was nothing. In fact, she’d hoped desperately it was nothing. It wasn't like Lena hadn't woken up a little stuffy before. A little grouchy and clingy wanting to be held just that bit little longer than normal. If truth be told, it was quiet a common occurrence - especially during allergy season when all of that pollen was in the air.  

However today it seemed as though Lena had wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. Kara’s gentle hand grazed softly over the bare skin of her back as she'd burrowed herself against her chest.  

For a second, Kara had assumed she'd fallen back to sleep. This wasn’t like ger at all. No matter what, she was always up and out of bed before the clock could even strike seven.  God forbid, a Luthor stay in bed idle while the day passed them by. 

That morning Lena had seemed a little more subdued than normal as she sipped her tea and forced down some breakfast, but Kara again had thought nothing of it and simply put it down to simply allergies and the fact she’d just woken up. She had no reason not to believe it. 

After a quick shower, Lena left for work, as usual. The only difference being was she hadn't kissed Kara goodbye before she'd left. Now that wasn't normal.  Kara’s brow furrowed a little as she watched the door close behind her, her distinct crinkle forming at the bridge of her nose. Something seemed off. 

There wasn’t much she could do now except finishing getting herself ready for the day. Lena was constantly in the back of her mind however. Kara had a habit of zoning in to Lena's heartbeat periodically throughout the day despite her duties as super girl. It wasn’t spying or anything malicious, it was just that hearing that rhythmic beating was comforting and reminded her about all the good in the world, especially after a rough fight or incident. However, each time today that she'd listened in, Kara had heard said heartbeat speed up for several seconds before returning to normal.  

Now, the blonde may had been a little naive sometimes, but she definitely wasn't dumb. She knew full well that they were sneezes. Sneezes of which Lena was trying, and apparently failing, to stifle.  Now she really knew something was wrong. 

Lena never sneezed. Not really. They'd been together for over two years and Kara hadn’t seen Lena had only sneeze in her company more than 3 times. She'd passed that record by triple today already, and it hadn't even been two hours since they'd departed for their respective jobs.  

Her suspicions only grew from there and she just about managed to refrain from flying over to L-Corp and demand Lena go home. Kara knew that that wouldn't go down too well. Especially when her girlfriend was a little more...cranky than usual.  

It was no secret that Lena was a workaholic. In fact, she'd told Kara just that not too long after they'd first started dating - almost as though she was trying to warn Kara away.  

It hadn't worked, obviously, and slowly but surely Kara had gotten used to spending most days by herself. She'd visit L-Corp most days with lunch, - because Lena was nortotrious for forgetting the fact that humans need do indeed need food to function, and after they'd eaten, Kara would manage to coax Lena into her arms for a few minutes of snuggles, and then back to work it was.  

It was pretty much routine now. Their normal. And whilst Kara did sometimes wish they'd spend more time together, she'd gotten used to the fact that it was an uncommon occurrence. The last time they'd spend the entire day together was during her last solar flare just three short months ago.  

Lena had pretty much waited on her hand and foot, and had attended to every single one of her needs without question. She'd held Kara for hours on end, Kara's head on her chest and Kara's arms beneath her shirt, hands tenderly grazing over her bare sides. There had been lots of kisses too. Forehead. Nose. Cheeks, and lips.  

It was glorious, and despite the pain she was in, Kara had never wanted the day to end.  

Of course it had though.   

But apparently now, it was Lena's turn to be sick, which Kara was about 98.7% certain Lena was. The neglected 1.3% doubt was later confirmed when she'd gotten the phone call from Lena's assistant, Jess, pleading with Kara to come and get her girlfriend before she inevitably passed out.  

It had taken Kara mere seconds to make it to L-Corp, and with a deep sigh, - because she already knew Lena wasn't going to let herself be brought home without a fight, she pushed open the balcony door and slipped into Lena's office, meeting her girlfriends surprised look with a soft, yet hopeful smile.  

"Kara?" The sound of her voice alone has Kara's heart aching. It was so hoarse that it sounded painful.  

"Hi baby," She greeted her, walking over and crouching down. Lena turns in her chair to face her, and Kara automatically placed a hand on each of her thighs and gave them a soft squeeze. 

Lena sniffled wetly - a sound Kara decides to ignore, at least for now - before resting her hands atop of Kara's own. "What are you doing here?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side, and Kara had to physically refrain herself from awh’ing out loud as she interlaced her fingers with Lena's slightly smaller ones.  

"Jess called," was all she said, and that was all it takes for Lena's seemingly good mood to drop. She pulled her hands out of Kara's own and attempted to swivel herself out of Kara's personal space with a disgruntled look on her flushed face.  

Expecting this, Kara doesn't let this deter her and placed both hands on the arms of the chair preventing Lena from moving. Lena was visibly upset at this, eyebrows furrowing and lips falling into a small pout. Making it clear she wasn’t going to leave this, Kara reached to cup her chin and was met with Lena swatting her hand away and attempting to stand up. 

"Hey hey, no." Kara lightly chastised her, gently taking both of Lena's hands into her own. "You need to sit back down. I may be strong but I don’t think it’d look good if Jess walked in on me picking you up from the floor." She attempted to joke to ease the tension, and much to her relief, Lena's lips quirk up ever so slightly at the corners. 

"Jess called me," The blonde continued from earlier, doing her best to ignore the pleading look currently being sent her way. She hated confrontation. Especially with those she loved and Lena was the person she loved most in this world with the exception of Alex.  

She wanted so badly to leave Lena to her day because she hated seeing her girlfriend so upset, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so. She'd never forgive herself if she knowingly let Lena work herself to exhaustion like this. 

So, she took a deep breath and forced herself to continue, "She called me and told me you were sick. And baby, you look it. You shouldn’t have even come in today.” 

Lena sniffled again; her green eyes considerably shiny with the onslaught of tears. "Kara..." she trailed off pleadingly, her voice breaking. By now, she was becoming considerably flushed in the face, her brow damp with sweat, telling Kara it may be best to hurry up and finish with this conversation so she could take her home.  

"I must admit I was suspicious from the second you woke up this morning," The pad of Kara’s thumb softly began grazing over her feverish skin. "I should’ve said something then but I decided to let you trust your own judgment, which I realised now may not have been the best decision."  

Lena, despite her obvious inner turmoil, leaned into Kara's soft touch, telling Kara all she needed to know. "Let's go home, okay?" She rises to her feet and holds out her hands.  

Lena frowns, "Kara, no. I have to work. You know that. I can't-" 

Okay. Attempt two it was.  

"Can't what? Be sick? Leave your job for one measly day so I can take care of you?" She wasn't opposed to getting a little defensive herself if it meant Lena would actually listen to her.  

Lena frowned at her, "That's not fair. You know how much this job means to me. I can't just-" she abruptly cut herself off, and for a second, Kara was concerned and watches as Lena's nose twitched and lips quivered. Seconds later, Lena pitched forward into her seat and sneezes both loudly and wetly into her hands.  

"Hts'choo!"  

Kara let out a quiet sigh as she grabbed two tissues from the almost empty box on Lena's desk and once again crouched down in front of her. She offered them out without a word as her hand comes to rest on the small of Lena's back, and the woman shyly took them from her with a somewhat embarrassed look on her face before softly blowing her nose.  

Kara waited patiently as Lena disposed of said tissue before she squirted some sanitiser onto her hands. She knew it may be best to give her a few moments to gather herself because the next time she attempted this conversation, she wouldn't be asking. 

In the meantime, Lena sniffled again and leant back in her chair as she looked up at Kara through tired, glassy eyes. Kara knew it was time for her to go home. Staying here would only do more harm than good and she knew that secretly, Lena would also much prefer to be cuddled up in bed rather than sitting uncomfortably at her desk. 

So this time she tried a different approach, “As L-Corp’s CEO, it’s your responsibility to make sure your company performs at its best, right?”Kara began, and waited for Lena to nod in acknowledgment before she continued, “You’re sick and quite clearly it’s contagious from the way the security guard I passed was sniffling. As CEO, It’s your responsibility to make sure your staff are doing the best job they can do and well, they can’t do that if they’re also coming down with whatever nasty bug you’re fighting, can they?” 

“So, it’s not only in the best interest of yourself but also your company if you be brave, admit you’re not feeling the best today and let me take you back home.” Kara finished. Her logic was irrefutable, even Lena could understand that. 

The ravenette seemed to fight herself on what to do before after a few long seconds, finally giving into the smallest of nods. That was more than enough for Kara. She reached down and helped Lena up, pulling her waist up and towards her into a hug. She could feel Lena hold her breath as she rested her head onto her shoulder, seemingly trying to stop herself from breathing heavily or sniffling. 

“You’re okay love, just relax.” Kara whispered as she rubbed her back as Lena let out a long shaky exhale, “You’ll be okay, I promise. A nice hot bath and some snuggles on the sofa is just what you need. Thank you for letting me taking you home.” 

“M’sorry I’m so stubborn, I know it’s difficult-” Lena began but was cut off by Kara shushing her gently, her hand reaching down to take it into her own as she led her towards the door. 

She pushed open the door and held it as Lena walked through, “I knew what I was signing up for. Yes, you’re as stubborn as anything and it can be a real pain in the... anyway, regardless of that I still wouldn’t change you for the world. You’re my Lena Luthor and I love you.” Kara finished by kissing her softly, making up for the one she lost this morning. The two stayed like that for a minute until Lena had to inevitably break away to breathe. 

Kara smiled softly as Lena took a deep breath, the strain still visible on her flushed face. “Come on, let’s start getting you home.” She said quietly, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend’s waist as they headed towards the elevator. She could feel Lena leaning more of her weight against her, a clear sign of just how exhausted she was.  

The ride down to the lobby was quiet, save for the occasional sniffle or cough from Lena. Some curious people glanced at them curiously as they passed by, but no one dared say a word. Jess stood by the front desk, looking relieved as they approached. She gave her an appreciative nod, a gesture she knew Jess understood. She made a mental note to buy her some flowers or a small gift at a later date. 

In the meantime, Kara continued to guide Lena out of the building and into her waiting car. She helped her settle into the passenger seat, buckling her in with careful hands. “Just relax, okay?” she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Lena’s face. 

The driver looked at her curiously, “Where to Miss Danvers?” He asked as Kara climbed in the backseat at the other side. She thought for a moment as Lena scooted over a little to lean against her side, letting her head drop onto her shoulder. 

The blonde couldn’t resist cooing quietly at how clingy her previously stubborn and crank girlfriend had become, “Pharmacy first please then back to our apartment. Thank you.” She turned to Lena, letting her hand come to the back of her hair to gently undo the tight ponytail she’d had it pulled up into. Instantly she could feel Lena’s expression soften slightly as the pressure in her head relieved just a little, “Just close your eyes and sleep love. I’ll get everything we need and when you wake up, we’ll be back home, okay?” 

The Luthor sighed softly and nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she quietly whispered, “Thanks Kara.” 

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” 

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Bagagedrager

Summary: Kurt is biking around the city, but to his annoyance, a tourist is obstructing his way. Luckily, this pesky interaction leads to something else.

Notes: Sometimes, an annoying moment takes place in your day and the best way to deal with it is to think "How can I blorbo-fy this?" and that has led to this fic.

Thank you @cerriddwenluna for helping me brainstorm!

Title is from Gers Pardoel's number Bagagedrager, which I actually don't even like that much, but it's iconic. A bagagedrager is the rack on the back of your bike that's used to store your bags, or people can use it as an uncomfortable backseat.

Enjoy.

AO3 | S&C

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Spring maar achter op bij mij, achter op me fiets

En ik weet nog niet waar we naartoe gaan samen, maar dat boeit me ook helemaal niets.

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Kurt loves cycling. It makes living in the Netherlands way more enjoyable than America. He would like to think he's assimilated enough to get the cycling rules. Sure, he's fucked up once by not extending his hand when he braked in order to turn left, and he almost created a chain collision, but that was weeks ago! He's gotten better!

And because he's gotten better, he now knows what's rude and what's not. And what is happening in front of him now, is rude.

There’s a man standing in the middle of Kurt’s path, and he’s holding up a phone to make a photo of a beautiful building.

Tourists.

Kurt cannot blame him. He remembers when he first moved to Groningen and he also spent a lot of time taking in the sights. But he can blame him for the fact that this asshole is obstructing his path. He waits for this man to finish taking his photo, but then to Kurt’s dismay, the man doesn’t move when he’s done and instead takes his sweet time to post it online, or whatever.

Seriously?

It's a narrow road, so it's not like Kurt can go past him, unless he decides to bike on the pavement.

Kurt rings the bell.

The man startles and looks at Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt gestures towards the path, and the man realises what he's doing.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, sounding apologetic, but he's still not moving from his spot.

"Sam, come on," they hear. And then another man appears to gracefully whisk away his friend from his spot on the road.

"Thanks," Kurt says, and turns towards his saviour.

And he almost falls of his bike.

This guy is very cute!

"Oh. Uh. Thanks," Kurt stutters out, "Again."

"No biggie. Sorry for my friend," the guy says.

"Dude. Damn, I was so caught up in this," the first guy says, "Let me make it up to you!"

"That's not-" Kurt starts. He'd rather just go on with his day.

"Please, let me!" he sounds maybe a bit too desperate.

"Sam-" the hot one cuts in.

"Trust me, bro, trust me," the first guy, Sam, says to his bro.

"Uh," is all that Kurt can muster.

"Okay?"

Sam takes out a note and a pen and quickly scribbles something down.

"Here. My number. I'll pay a coffee or whatever. Maybe a muffin."

"That's not need-"

Sam shoves the note in Kurt's hand.

"Send me a message."

"Are you... hitting on me?" Kurt asks to be sure. How else can he explain Sam's utter glee at asking Kurt out?

Sam laughs.

"No, I have a girlfriend."

"Okay?"

This is getting weirder and weirder.

"Sam, I think he just wants to continue his trip," the hot one says and he gives Kurt an apologetic look.

"Yes. I would like that," Kurt says with a pointed tone in his voice.

Sam apologises again, but then finally, he lets Kurt go on with his day. Kurt gives an awkward nod as a farewell and bikes on.

What just happened?

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A couple of hours later, he texts Sam. He almost didn't plan to do it, but he's craving a coffee, and maybe a muffin, and if the offer stands, it stands. Kurt's not going to pass up free coffee. And Kurt wants to know if Sam is serious.

It seems so, because Sam is once again apologetic and asks Kurt to meet up at Toet, a café that specialises in desserts.

Kurt has nothing better to do, so he goes. He bikes towards Toet, because of course he does, this is the Netherlands, and waits for Sam inside.

But to Kurt's surprise, Sam isn't the one who arrives.

It's the hot one.

"Hi," he says.

"Uh. Hello?" Kurt says back.

"I hope you weren't too hopeful about seeing Sam, cause he sent me!"

"Hello," Kurt says again. Truly, this entire ordeal did not go as planned.

But he also doesn't mind. He only came here for the free coffee and muffin, so he has to admit that he's not too bothered about Sam not showing up.

"My name is Blaine," the hot guy introduces himself.

"Kurt," Kurt says back. He had sent his name to Sam in his message, but he doesn't know if Sam told Blaine. "So, uh, what exactly is going on here?"

Blaine turns a bit red.

Or maybe it is just the cosy lightning.

"Sam, uhm... Okay, I will be upfront. I think you're cute and Sam is setting us up."

Kurt's eyes widen.

"I mean, if you're- That's- If it makes you uncomfortable- Argh, sorry! Let me just buy you the coffee and muffin and I'll go," Blaine stutters out and turns around to see if he can order.

"Wait," Kurt leaps out of his seat and grabs Blaine's arm.

Blaine looks over his shoulder.

"I don't mind!" Kurt says quickly, "Truly. I'd rather have you here than Sam. No offense to him."

"None taken," Blaine says.

"Kurt lets go of Blaine, so that Blaine can finally, properly, take a seat."Kurt lets go of Blaine, so that Blaine can finally, properly, take a seat.

"I admit I think you're hot too," Kurt says. It is true, but he's also glad to have gotten the option to get to know Blaine.

Damn, was this all one big elaborate scheme from Sam?

"Sam is truly sorry, though," Blaine says, "He didn't think. He was too busy sending a nice photo to his girlfriend, that he didn't notice he was blocking your way."

Okay, still an honest mistake, with a nice consequence.

It would be a bit creepy if Sam knew him before today and deliberately looked up Kurt's route just to play wingman.

Blaine tells Kurt that he's been living in Groningen for as long as him, and that Sam's visiting him. Kurt also tells Blaine more about his life and how he ended up here.

It's nice. They're hitting it off.

They order two coffees and a piece of cake to share.

"Sam's buying," Blaine says gleefully, and Kurt is grateful for Sam's convoluted plan.

After two hours and another piece of cake, it's time for them to part. It was an unexpected, but succesful, first date.

"Can I get your number?" Kurt asks once they're outside. He'd rather have Blaine's number up front, instead of having Sam be a messenger.

"Sure, of course," Blaine looks happy.

"I'd like to see you again," Kurt adds.

"Same," Blaine says with a smile.

They quickly exchange numbers.

"See you," Blaine says with a wave.

"Yes. Definitely," Kurt says back.

He watches Blaine unlock a bike and then bike away. Kurt smiles. He also unlocks his bike to go home. During his way home, he passes the building that Sam was photographing.

"Thanks!" he yells towards the building, which leads to some confused bystanders, but Kurt doesn't care. He bikes on, happily humming a tune. He can't wait to text Blaine.

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En spring maar achterop bij mij, dan gaan we samen weg,

En ik weet nog niet waar naar toe, maar dat maakt niet uit want ik weet wel de weg.

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End notes: Shhhh don't think too much about why Kurt and Blaine are living in Groningen. I chose that city because I recently visited it for the first time and I liked it. Also, since I've only been to Groningen once, I have no clue where their initial meeting is taking place, or if a place like that even exists. I actually didn't go to Toet, although it was recommended to me. I preferred to go to the cat café, but Toet felt like a fitting place for them to have their first date.

Hope you enjoyed.

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What about hyunjin dancing with ger to sad songs on a home date at night? The last day before the world tour?

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

➩genre(s): fluff

➩warnings: none

➩wc: 1.1k (1104)

➩author’s note: listen to the song ‘fall in love with you by montell fish’ since that was what i was listening to whilst writing! also i changed it to gn because ik i have some readers who aren’t girls/don’t identify as such! plus everyone wants to dance w hyunjin saur…

The soft click of the front door lulls you out of your slumber. You had fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for your boyfriend to come home from practice. 

The blanket that was wrapped snugly around your body tightens as it gets pulled by the weight of your boyfriend taking his place next to you. 

Hyunjin greets you with a gentle kiss to the temple of your head. Then he kisses both of your closed eyelids causing you to giggle. A kiss to the tip of your nose before finally settling on your plump lips. 

The kiss is filled with so much love. Every kiss with him feels like the first. Every. Single. Time. 

Reluctantly, his lips part from yours with a smile. You flutter your eyes open and even in the dim light of the room, his beauty manages to radiate warmth and longing. 

“I won.” He says, pinching your cheek lightly. 

“Not fair, you knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist snuggling up and watching my shows whilst I waited for you. Falling asleep was practically inevitable.” You say feigning frustration. 

Hyunjin grabs both of your hands as he stands up from the sofa. 

“Well let’s hope you’re now fully charged and ready to spend the rest of the night with me.” He chuckles before heaving you up from your seated position. 

You wrap your legs around him as he hoists you up and walks over to the kitchen, gently placing you atop the counter. 

“Wait here.” He says before dashing around the corner to retrieve something from his bag.

You look at the clock and it reads 22:02pm. You sigh to yourself, trying to stop yourself from getting sad about the fact that your boyfriend will be leaving you for a long period of time. 

Your head shoots up as you hear the sound of his slippers slapping against the floor. He wears a big smile on his face as his arms hide whatever he is holding behind his back. 

“Whatcha got there Hyune?” You enquire with a tilt of your head. 

“So you know how you really wanted that one little figurine to put on your shelf because you said, and I quote, ‘It would be too upsetting for my other figurine to be on the shelf by themselves’. Remember that?” Hyunjin walks closer to you, now standing in between your legs as your hands find their way to his shoulders. 

Taking your smile as a cue, he brings his hands from around his back to hold up the figurine you had been gushing to him about as of late. 

You immediately place a loving kiss to his lips, catching him by surprise before he melts into the warmth of your lips on his. 

“Thank you,” Kiss. “Thank you,” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. You move your hands from his shoulders to cup his cheeks as the pads of your thumbs softly stroke underneath his eye. 

“You’re welcome baby.” Hyunjin kisses you once more, placing the figurine on the counter so he can grab ahold of your waist and pull you in closer to him. 

A melancholic sigh catches his attention and he pulls away to see the pout that has formed on your face. 

His forefinger and thumb is placed gently on your chin, lifting your head up to meet his eyes. 

“I will call you every single day.”

You know he will. He did it the first time he left you to go on tour. If you thought that was hard, now he’s become a lot more known and they just happened to increase the amount of countries they are going to. 

When his last tour finished and he came knocking on your door, you didn’t even let him blink fully before you had jumped on him, causing the both of you to topple over and take a lamp with you. 

“Y/n.”

You look up at him, the shimmer evident in your eyes. It never is going to be easier to say goodbye to him. 

Hyunjin mimics your pout, lifting you off the counter to walk you back into the living room. He places you down on the floor, grabbing his phone and connecting to the speaker. 

The once quiet room fills with the sombre sound of music. Unbeknownst to Hyunjin, this definitely doesn’t help with the fact that you won’t be getting this for a good few months. 

“May I have this dance?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. You don’t say anything, but you place your hand in his and let him lead you to the centre of the room. 

His arm snakes around your waist as the hand in which he holds yours tightens ever so slightly; as if to never let you go. 

Not shying away from affection, he places a chaste kiss to the top of your head before swaying gently side to side with you. 

Fall in love with you. My love. 

The lyrics shoot straight through your chest to your heart, tugging at the strings that you hope don’t snap and let your beating organ collapse. 

“It kills me to leave you. Even as I leave for work early in the morning. You know how much I’d give to just say screw it and hold you tighter. Pull you closer.” Hyunjin whispers, loud enough for your ears over the music. 

You turn your head so that your cheek lays flush on his chest. Listening to the increase in beats of his heart. 

“There isn’t a moment in time where I am not thinking of you. You, my world, complete me in ways you don’t even know.”

There it goes, that stray tear that was trying its hardest to pry through the barrier of your eyelids. You try your best to retain a sniffle, but your efforts fall flat. 

“You know I exist for you. I was made for you. I don’t want anybody else and I can say that and mean it with my whole being Y/n.” He says in a hushed tone. His own voice cracking as he is swarmed by the emotions and the intimacy of this moment. 

You lift your head up and look at him as your eyes sparkle. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, Y/n. Only you. I will be back before you know it. Okay?” He reassures you.

So it was, the night before the impending departure of your love. You relish in the time spent in his arms. Enjoying all of him before he goes off and becomes the star you know he shines as bright to be. 

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Hii! I saw your post that you wanna write for Band of Brothers and that you also write for poly. So, I wanna request (if it is okay) speirton with a male sniper? Or Martin with a male engineer after the war?

recognition in strife

ronald spiers/male!reader/carwood lipton

thank u for your request! i’ve never written for a male!reader, i have reread this piece several times to make sure i didn’t mess up anywhere and like write the wrong pronouns or smtn but if i did pls tell me and i’ll change it straight away 🙏🏻 and i really hope it doesn’t come across as fetish-y or anything as i am a girl and can understand that the sheer idea of me writing something with mlm themes might be mistaken for that. (1,613 words)

caution. angsty, internal conflict, reader lowkey has daddy issues, subliminal praise kink too, Lipton is a flirty drunk lololl, period accurate conformity to homosexuality (?) ending is shit cuz I didn’t know how to finish it sorry 😢

BRANCHES snapping caught attention, hairs at the back of your neck stood proud, prouder than you could ever feel inside. 

The rifle strapped to your shoulder was heavy, and cold now under your steady grasp. It’s aged as much as you have these past few months, bared with enough scratches and dents to pass with a Purple Heart. 

Lieutenant Winters stands further up from the rest of the troop, hand raised in command of standstill. His head turns slowly as he scans for the enemy. Germans. Europe. Paratroopers. 506th. What the hell were you doing here?

The enlistment was entirely at no charge. You chose to volunteer, completely at your discretion. Even if there was this pressing need in your mind to leave a positive mark on your father’s reputation as the man of the house. 

He hadn’t said anything explicitly, but you could see it in his eyes. It was the same look you had received when you brought home bad grades or tracked in mud from outside in the backyard: disappointment, a breach of social etiquette, a faux pas. You couldn’t not help in the fight, what would that make of you in the years to come? What would he think of you then?

This was implemented in your mind throughout training, you thought of it more as a way of convincing yourself that you belonged here, that you were in fact fighting in favour of the freedom of the country. 

Though, you can’t lie to yourself forever. 

Winters’ gestures with a quick hand to continue. 

The troop makes it to a brief cliffside, before spotting the location of the enemy forces. Winters turns to you now and lowly whispers your surname, Father’s name. With another hand signal, he informs you to find higher ground. A better location for accuracy. You do so with a nod and begin a light jog over to a hill landscape to the left. 

Scaling it with ease, you lie down in a prone position and check the sight of the rifle. It had become a habit during your youth to clamber up trees and climb over rocks in the forest close to your childhood home, which came in handy during your training as you were often first place during the obstacle course runs in Toccoa—and then on European soil. 

1st Sergeant Lipton watches you now, though it goes unnoticed. He squints as you slip into a worthy position and nods once to himself before turning back to the task at hand. 

Now set with the ambience of a guardian angel, Easy Company moves forward. It doesn’t take long for the Germans to notice this advancement. 

Gun shellings start to sound out into the evening air as yet another attack proceeds. You crack two shots into the officers manning one of the MG42s as Staff Sergeant Joe Toye and T-5 Joe Liebgott push in to destroy the gun. 

Further gunshots ring out from the right and you take a moment to briefly look over. Soldiers of Dog Company move with haste from out the edge of the eastern forest line, guns blazing and led by no other than Lieutenant Speirs. 

Speirs was an enigma to you and many others of the company, you’ve heard the rumours, that he supposedly gunned down a dozen German POWs after offering them cigarettes. A Trojan horse, a calm before the storm, a betrayal even the worst of men couldn’t expect. In battle, it was clear that he was a man well-adapted to war, and even thrived in it. 

In all honesty, deep down you think he frightened you. Not in the way Father did but in a more chaotic, animalistic way. Years spent under the roof of your father’s house had led you to conform to his ways of life, you knew how he functioned, probably better than he did himself. 

Lieutenant Speirs, you couldn’t make out a man like him. Certainly not whilst on a bloodied field of war. 

As the conflict down below continued, you couldn’t help but watch over him, the way he moved, not in parallel to his fellow soldiers, but in an entirely dedicated and avid manner of combat. 

When silence envelopes this space of French land, you finally can breathe. The fight is over for this moment until orders come in to move forward into occupied territory. 

Winters and Speirs meet up in the middle, surrounded by the bodies of American and German soldiers alike, who have all succumbed to the same fate. It’s only then when you see it. 

A movement. A shuffle of something. A collapsed soldier that hasn’t fallen yet. Is it one of yours, or one of theirs. 

You can’t let your judgment fail you now, so as he moves upwards you aim and pull the trigger. 

He falls as fast as he stood up. A German officer, one that had evaded the assault and had masked himself as a fallen soldier. The shot rings out deafeningly, the two lieutenants act accordingly with their weapons aimed at the now-dead man. 

Somehow over the roughy twenty-yard distance, you lock eyes with Speirs. 

The contact makes you freeze, head hovering just above the scope sight, shaking fingers still unyielding on the trigger. 

It’s as if you were a prey animal, and he a predator waiting for a chance to catch. Unnerving and bone-chilling as you’re locked in a haze with someone so haunting. 

You don’t know how to respond, your heart is hammering inside your chest matched with a blush on your face. It’s as if he’d managed to peel away the muscle protecting your chest and now is toying with the beat of your organs. 

This staring contest is broken, only when a replacement taps at your shoulder. You flinch and look at him wide-eyed, and he informs you that the troops are returning to the outpost where you previously were. 

As you turn back one more time to look at Speirs, he’s vanished from the battlefield. 

THE air in the pub was heavy, men from Easy and Dog Company singing out loud in a clamorous fashion. The two troops had taken up residency in a local village and appropriately decided to keep their pandemonium away from the houses they’d been assigned to. However, that didn’t amount to much appreciation from the locals as you could still feel the judging eyes of the usual bargoers. 

You had chosen to stray away from the chaos and sat yourself in a corner booth, nursing a now lukewarm beer. 

Sergeant Lipton had joined you at some point, sitting half on the booth seat opposite you with a warm smile on his face as he watched the men sing. Anyone would admit that they in fact sound terrible but it was no less entertaining. 

His eyes briefly flicker to yours in the haze and your heart skips a beat. 

You watch the slight movements as he juts out his chin, his proud and slightly tipsy smile turning into a sly grin. He coaxed your name with squinting eyes, you can’t help but internally keen at the way he said it. 

“Sir?” You reply earnestly, fingertips now fringing over the lip of your drink.

“Did good today, you know that? Lieutenant Winters and Lieutenant Speirs were very impressed.” 

A lump forms in your throat, you can’t trust your voice right now so you respond with a nod. 

“They might even let Colonel Sink know, a medal might just be on your chest before we hit further inland.” He adds with a gesture of his head to your uniform. You weren’t nearly as decorated as some of the other men with their shining golds of honour or purple hearts. You hadn’t even been granted the Easy Company tradition with a bullet to the ass, but you were less concerned about that. 

Your heart can’t take it anymore, you shuffle your feet before standing quickly. “Sorry– sir, I’ll uh- if you’ll excuse me.”

Before you can even turn up and out of the booth, Lieutenant Speirs stands right in front of you, blocking the way out. 

The warning signals are blaring in your ears, but you don’t move. You can’t move, it’s an illusion of a choice and the shivers that rack over your form can’t be stopped. He senses most likely, they both can. This forlorn battle you fight solo in your mind, it’s killing you. 

Speirs moves over to the other side and urges Lipton to move over to make room for himself. The sergeant does so without question and shuffles further into the booth with his drink in hand. 

You have the opportunity to flee now, to save yourself. But for some reason you refuse to. You can’t. You don’t want to. 

They both sit across from you now, Lipton hunched over to the side battling the fog of inebriation, Speirs observing you with a fine-drawn expression. 

“I have to express my gratitude to you, sergeant. If you hadn’t taken out that camouflaged grunt, I probably wouldn’t be here.”

“Of course, sir.” You hum, swallowing down the fervent noise that was heavy in your chest. “It’s what we’re here to do.”

He nods, tensing his jaw with an enticing yet brief smirk. He’s playing you— they both are. Lipton with his soft and encouraging smiles, and Lieutenant Speirs with his incomprehensible words of supposed motivation. 

“You were goin’ to grab a second drink? Wouldn’t mind grabbing me something, would you sergeant?”

If it was on purpose or not, you couldn’t tell, but everything that Speirs said somehow came out as a command. You didn’t mind it that much though, not even if you tried. 

an. i also wanted to add that i don’t mind writing for male!readers, it just isn’t something i think i’m all that good at and i just can’t relate to it as well to compared to writing for fem!readers, so ultimately i do prefer writing fem!reader inserts :))

[kizmitt990]

Usually i dont talk about shows or anything after ive fully finished them but im bored so il going to talk about s1 of tfa :

spoilers under cut

didnt like prowl at first because he wasnt working with the autobot gang and came off as self centred but its literally just his autism lol, i like how you see his love for nature and helping others , he's just more blunt about it .also i see the fans talk about how they dont like this prowl , i mean i cant say much because ive only ever watched tfp and this but i think prowls cool so

bumblee is so silly i like how he looks like a bug with his bigass head and large slanted eyes-also his drill-stinger things. Hes cute i like him

Bulkhead is so sweet omddd its so sad to see how hes the butt of the joke most of the time but i think he's cool in that he's not the most articulated but tries and cares about his friends deeply

Seeing ratchet with a beer belly was not on my 2025 bingo card after watching tfp but here we are , i like him he reminds me of my gcse art teacher lmao

I like this optimus because hes clearly young and inexperienced but is determined to be the best leader for his friends and the greater good. I like how he snaps and loses his temper in the last two episodes and is able to make up for it and save the city in the end.

As for the decepticons the ones i only really care about are black airachnia and megatron ,sorry -not that i dont care about the others guys its..idk . Anyways i like how megatrons a constant threat and you feel like hes clearly there even when hes not physically present which makes his appearance in the last two episodes powerful. Didnt expect elita 1 to become black airachnia but i like her a lot and how shes driven by wanting to go back to her past form, unlike the rest of the antagonists who want to take over the world yeah yeh yeah....airachnia's need for power comes from ger trauma

Uhh i dont have much about the human characters , i like sari ,also the dinobots are cool

[pariahofpelicantown]

NSFW ABC (Penny)

(Minors DNI)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Penny often feels quite emotional after sex, overwhelmed by the vulnerability she feels. She has never been very talkative, so she will snuggle close to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She has always had a tendency to bottle up her emotions, so she will opt for small touches and kisses to show her emotions.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Penny has come to appreciate her lips, after you have complimented them so many times. They are full and soft, and she loves the way they feel pressed against yours. She finds it incredibly sexy when you bite her lip, and she can’t help but shiver when she thinks of all the things that mouth is capable of doing to her.

Her favorite part of you is your hands. Whenever you touch her, whether it's running your fingers through her hair or holding her waist, she practically melts in your hands. She especially loves how your finger feels when it slowly eases into her, curling ever so slightly in a way that leaves her breathless and moaning.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She can only go one round before needing to take a breather, so she prefers to let her partner get off first. Since it takes her a while to cum, she tends to focus more on your needs before allowing herself to finish.

She can squirt, but she needs to be overstimulated which is not something she likes to do very often.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before the two of you got together, she would look up your pictures on social media and touch herself to them. She would imagine your face buried between her legs as she did so, gently breathing your name as she came to thoughts of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

When the two of you first got together, she was very inexperienced. She had only done a bit of heavy petting with one other person, and they stopped before actually having sex. She was worried her lack of experience would be disappointing, but she is a fast learner and always eager to please you. She improved quickly, and is always willing to take notes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When she is in a soft and tender mood, she loves to ride you (thigh grinding, or riding a strap for a female partner). She loves to look into your eyes as you hold her waist, seeing the effect she has on you making her even more needy for you.

When she has had a rough day and needs to ger her frustrations out, she prefers you to take her doggy style. She might be sweet, but she is human and sometimes needs an outlet for her anger.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is pretty serious when it comes to sex, as she views it an as intimate and sacred act.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She's not totally shaved, but she keeps herself meticulously groomed. She wouldn't mind shaving if you asked her too, but she never felt the need to go totally bare.

She doesn't care what you do with yourself, she will never tell you what to do with your own body, she just prefers to maintain her own hygiene as a personal preference.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is very soft and gentle, viewing the act almost reverently. She feels very connected to you during sex, and takes the matter seriously, making sure your needs are met and you are taken care of.

She will give you gentle kisses all over, whispering gentle words of affection in between touches.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She is definitely skilled in the art of getting herself off, though she hasn't done much of that since you started having sex. She much prefers your touch to that of her own.

But if you are out late or kept busy during the day when the need strikes, she will wear one of your shirts, inhaling your scent as she lays spread eagle on the bed, her knees bent as she imagines your mouth in place of her hands.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. She loves being called '"good girl" and to be told how well she is doing. She will do everything in her power to get you to praise her, and will melt and each affirmation.

"You're doing so well baby" and "that's my good girl" are phrases guaranteed to make her moan in appreciation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While you have had the occasional romp in the barn, she much prefers to keep sex to the privacy of the bedroom. She prefers the safety and comfort of the bedroom when she lets her guard down for sex, preferring not to have any distractions when being intimate with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you working on the farm, your body covered in sweat always sends a thrill through her. She loves the way your body glistens in the afternoon sun, and can't wait to help you out of your clothes later.

She also gets turned on knowing she can turn you on. She loves how sexy it makes her feel when you are looking at her with heat in your eyes, ready to devour her.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No degradation, from either of you. She wants to feel good and make you feel good, so praise over degradation always. Tell her how good she is and how sexy she is.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves receiving oral, it's her favorite thing that you do to her. She loves the way you suck and lick her, loving the warmth of you mouth as you suck on her until she cums. She loves cumming on your tongue, it's her favorite place to finish.

She is also more than willing to give, happily using her mouth to give you the same pleasure you give her. She will lap (or swallow) every last bit of your cum, humming happily at your taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, unless there is some frustrations that need to be let out, then it's okay to be a little rougher. But she much prefers tender and sensual lovemaking if given the choice.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She is not opposed to the occasional quickie in the middle of the day, or in the morning before you head off to work. But she prefers to draw out the act, as sex is more about feeling close to you than actually getting off (although she greatly enjoys that part as well.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She is NOT willing to be in a position where anyone might walk in and see the two of you together. The idea of anyone seeing her naked makes her stomach churn and the thought of anyone else seeing you naked sends an angry spike of jealousy coursing through her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It takes her a while to get off, and she usually only cums once. But the pay off is well worth it, as that one orgasm leaves her happy and spent. It's rare for her to be able to go more than once as the force of it leaves her exhausted.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She definitely has a few toys at her disposal, and loves when you use them on her. She used them alone before you got together, but she hasn't had to use them by herself since you started having sex. Suck on her nipples while you use one of her toys on her and you will have her babbling incoherently.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She is all about the teasing, both teasing you and being teased by you. She wants to extend the pleasure as long as possible, so she loves it when you two build the anticipation and edge each other so you’re both begging for release.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Penny normally isn't very loud. She will gasp and quietly moan into your ear, but if you fuck her just right to the point where can't take it anymore, she has been known to scream.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She has fantasized about using bondage; specifically being tied up and completely at your mercy as you eat her out over and over until she is forced to use the safe word to get you to stop.

Her safe word is "priest".

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She hides it with practical clothing, but beneath her modest clothes she has a full ample chest with pink nipples that perk up with even the smallest bit of attention.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She never considered herself to have much of a libido, but once you started having sex she found she has a decent drive, and finds herself craving you more times than she cares to admit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She loves pillow talk, and will try to stay up to enjoy the quiet moments in the afterglow with you. That said, she’s usually spent afterwards and will fall asleep cuddling up to you.

[dark-frosted-heart]

All Because of a Slight Fever - Roger Barel

The sick event

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Kate: Sorry for bothering you, Roger.

I wound up in the infirmary after spraining my ankle trying to go after a purse snatcher I encountered in the city.

Roger: I don't mind. It's part of my job anyway.

Roger finishes with an "it's done". My injured ankle's carefully taped up.

Roger: However...Isn't there something else you should be apologizing for?

Kate: The fact that I didn't catch the thief...?

Because I wasn't able to catch up to them with a sprained ankle, the culprit disappeared into the crowd.

(I wanted to get the bag that was stolen back...)

Roger: Wrong. If you don't get it, I'll punish you.

Kate: What...!

Roger wrapped an arm around my waist and slipped his other hand under the hem of my dress.

A large, bony hand gently caresses my skin.

Roger: Huh...I see.

Kate: W-what are you doing...?!

I want to resist but can't because I don't want to put pressure on my ankle.

Fingertips trail from my collarbone to my neck, and then from my neck to my ears.

Kate: Ah...

My body shuddered at the comfort sent from the tickling sensation.

Roger: You felt that? Haha, you're as sensitive as ever.

Kate: It's because of how you're touching me...ah.

The moment I raise my voice in protest, Roger's fingers enter my mouth.

Imitating their owner, the fingers forcefully push my mouth open.

Kate: Ugh...

Amber eyes observe my sloppily opened mouth.

(Just what the heck are you doing, Roger?)

My faces starts to heat up in embarrassment.

Finally he pulls his fingers out and speaks up.

Roger: You have a cold.

Kate: ........Huh?

Roger: You didn't notice? Your throats swollen and you got a fever.

Now that he mentioned it, I do feel a bit sluggish...

(Was that a medical exam just now?)

Kate: Then, what I need to apologize for is...

Roger: For pushing yourself when you have a cold.

Roger shrugs his shoulders in exasperation and tilts his head toward a bed.

Roger: Sick people should stay in bed.

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Kate: Nnn...

I woke up on the bed in the infirmary. A look at the clock told me that it was dawn.

(Roger gave me medicine and I went to bed)

I looked to the side and saw Roger asleep in the chair beside me.

(Why'd he sleep in the chair instead of going back to his room?)

(Come to think of it, last night...)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: Hah...Ha...

I woke up in the middle of the night with throbbing, stabbing headache.

(It hurts...)

Tears welled up in the corner of my eyes from being helplessly in pain. In my blurred vision, I see someone gently touch my forehead.

Roger: Your fever's rising...

(Ro...ger...?)

Roger: I'm gonna change the towel on your forehead.

Kate: Thank...ack!

When I was about to thank him, I started to cough violently.

Roger: Don't force yourself to talk. Want some water first?

I nodded my head and Roger helped me up by supporting my back. He brought a pitcher of water to my lips.

(Yum...)

If I try to say something, I'll start coughing, so I thank him with a nod.

Roger smiles softly at me and pats my head.

Roger: I know it hurts, but you'll feel better after getting a good night's sleep. I'll watch over you so rest easy.

~~ Flashback end ~~

(Roger's words were such a relief that I feel asleep right after)

(You really have been by my side this whole time...)

Warmth filled my chest at the sight of Roger, who must've fallen asleep in the middle of taking care of me.

He's always teasing me, kisses me forcibly, and I'm always at his mercy, but...

It's reassuring and makes me happy to know that he's there for me when I'm physically weak.

(Ah...If Roger keeps sleeping in that chair, he'll be the one to catch a cold.)

I sit up on the bed to cover him with a blanket.

The bed creaks, waking Roger up.

Roger: Nnn...You're awake. How're you feeling?

Kate: Thanks to you, I feel a lot better.

Roger: Glad to hear it. It's worth getting sick. Oh, and I heard they caught purse snatcher you were chasing.

Kate: Really! That's a relief...When I heard that a precious bag was stolen, I wanted to get it back no matter what.

While I felt relieved, Roger furrowed his brows and let out a sigh.

Roger: While I think the way you cherish others is a virtue, don't neglect yourself. If it's a sprained ankle or a cold, it's no big deal for me. But, there are some things that even I can't treat.

Kate: Got it. I'll be careful.

I knew that Roger was genuinely worried about me after taking care of me last night so I nodded firmly.

Roger: If you got it, then that's good. Stay healthy for me. Because I like to dote on (or torment) the healthy ones and make them cry.

Kate: Wha-! That's why?!

(I thought a little too highly of Roger after he took care of me!)

Roger: Once you've fully recovered, I'm gonna play with you to my heart's content so be prepared.

Kate: Why would you do that.

Roger: I need some kind of payment after taking care of you, right? Let's see...

Roger approaches me and rests his forehead against mine as he sits on the bed.

Kate: ...

I knew it was to check my temperature but my heart can't help but jump when I felt his breath.

Roger: Good, your fever's gone down.

Kate: T-that's good to hear.

(If that's the case, I wonder if he'll make me pay him back now...)

(I wonder what he'll do...)

The moment when our foreheads touched passes and our eyes meet.

Roger: I was thinking about waiting until you got better, but I don't think I can when you're looking at me like that.

Kate: Like wha-...Nnn...Ah!

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he pushed me down on the bed and our lips met.

His tongue licks at the roof of my mouth and my mind goes sweetly numb.

Kate: Roger...

Roger: What, want more?

Kate: Opposite...Ngh

Roger gives a throaty chuckle and continues to kiss me relentlessly.

(I can't go against him...I'm sure it's because I'm still sick...)

I clutched at the sheets while making excuses to no one in particular and resisted the temptation to give in to the pleasure.

How long has it been. Finally our lips part with a pop.

Roger: Heh. You're face's red.

Kate: And whose fault is that...

I roughly wiped my lips with the back of my hand and scowled at Roger.

The feeling of his tongue against mine leave.

Kate: What if the fever comes back...

Roger: Then I'll take responsibility and look after you again.

[chevvy-ryder]

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

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Ry got a new car.

I always visioned a jetblack 1980s Lamborghini Countach for him ever since I've created him.

What can I say? One day a Countach mod appeared of a NFS Urban K.S. Edition kit version of the 1974 Countach that looks even more fitting into Cyberpunk so I took this one and it's now Ry's car.

I'm having another set in the making – not finished yet but wanted to post the more casual set already.

If someone thinks why Ryder as an ex-Corpo, now streetkid, drives such a high priced car only Corpos would do: Ryder was born a royal corpo, he lived a luxury life since he was a smol boi but never was the teen that says dad I want xy and dad gives you xy either. Yet he came a lot into contact with expensive things in his past and it's not easy for him to give up some of those materialistic things of this life. E.g. Ryder would never live in a megabuilding. He had to live for a while in a trailer park but as soon as he had enough money he bought himself a good looking apartment that goes into corpo style.

He enjoys clean quality design over low quality and this counts for cars as well. All his money he gained through his hard work in guarding shipments and later merc work were saved so he could buy this car for himself a bunch of years later.

So, Ry is not the kind of dude who goes into the shop and threws money at the seller. He worked his ass off for it first so he can have what he wants.

[lovezbrownies]

If Julia's Darling was a real party animal and ladies' man in high school?

*gerring ready to the gory details*

Love nerd/social butterfly trope

OOOO THATS A GOOD ONE ACTUALLY

i actually really enjoy dynamics where the two characters are polar opposites of one another, it enrichens the characters + really attractive somehow lol

Julie was, without a doubt, the nerdiest nerd imaginable. She never saw the point in making friends—she didn’t need them. She had you. And as far as she was concerned, that was enough. You’d been by her side since middle school, and she had no intention of letting you go.

But then high school happened.

For some inexplicable reason, the moment freshman year began, you skyrocketed in popularity. People swarmed around you, eager to talk, to laugh, to be part of your world. And Julie—Julie was nothing more than a shadow at your side, overlooked and ignored. Not that she minded. She had no interest in the brain-dead masses that made up the student body. They were beneath her. What she did mind, however, was how they were pulling you away from her. Stealing your attention. And that? That was unacceptable.

She tried to adapt, to make herself more interesting—forced herself to engage with the vapid, shallow elite of the school, all for the sake of keeping you close. If she could integrate, if she could hold their attention, then maybe she could keep yours. Maybe you’d look at her the way you looked at them.

But of course, it didn’t work. They welcomed you with open arms, but her? They barely tolerated. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t embraced the way you were. And every time she watched you laugh at someone else’s joke, every time your eyes sparkled for someone that wasn’t her, something in her twisted—tightened.

Here's a refined version with a smoother flow, enhanced emotional depth, and a stronger portrayal of Julie’s possessive yet oddly caring nature:

Julie did not like this. Not one bit.

You spent far too much time at those ridiculous senior parties, drowning in their meaningless noise and empty laughter. And worse? You had the audacity to call and text her at ungodly hours—hours no rational human should be awake.

But you were lucky. Intelligence wasn’t rational. If it were, she wouldn’t be picking up the phone, exhausted but already slipping on her jacket.

"You need a ride?" Her voice was flat, unimpressed. "Yeah, well, I needed someone to hold the quantum synthesizer stable while I was making the lava volcano an hour ago, and look where I am now. Volcano. All over me. So congratulations. I'm coming to get you, but I don't care if you're tired—you’re helping."

She never actually made you help. Every time, without fail, she’d drive you home, drag you inside, and send you straight to her room—the only place she trusted to have the absolute best pillows, the softest mattress, the perfect environment to rest. It was strategic. She couldn't have you waking up sore and miserable; that would just make you less likely to rely on her next time.

And while you sank into comfort, Julie would return to her true domain—the at-home laboratory her parents had built for her after she crushed her first science competition. A sanctuary of equations, blueprints, and half-finished experiments. A place where logic ruled.

And yet, despite all her rationality, she still found herself glancing at the clock, waiting, calculating exactly when you'd wake up—so she could be there. So you wouldn’t slip away again.

There had been a few suitors before, many people wanted to get with you, and you much obliged. You were a player through and through. Julie tried her best not to mind, not to rage, not to do anything hasty. Because once its all over, you will still have her, she's the only constannt that you have and those one night stands are all just... One night. She will be night stands. if that made any sense.

Of course you would sometimes get into the talking stage but strangely enough it never went past that, they'd always leave you on delivered and blocked before it went anything past it... Like there was some strange barrier between you and finding true love, something you cried and complained over regularly with Julie, who said nothing other than:

"Love is poison, and people are not to be trusted. We're both better off just having the other. Everyone else is unreliable. It will be okay, I am here."

Which then she'd awkwardly pat your back to comfort you as you sat blissfully unaware of the fact she'd been threatening people behind your back to leave you alone.

Of course somethings end up going past her, like you far too long relationship with Trinity Baker. Trinity was a hotshot, she was stunning, and came from a fairly wealthy family, a family of inventors ironically enough.

Julie McCanister knew better than to trust a Baker, the Bakers themselves have stolen a handful of ideas from her parents and grandparents and so on. In fact her older brother had just been plagiraised out of a college paper by Trinity's sister. She almost lit up with rage at you for dating her.

But you didn't know the history, you had no clue how much their family had affected hers. So Julie decided to take matters in her own hands and end the bitch's life. Of course she hid her traces, and had fun with it. She had extracted a number of functional organs and sucked Trinity dry of her blood. Julie decided to do all of this after drugging Trinity with a horse tranquilizer.

Julie only had the opprotunity to do so when she had accidentally caught the two of you on a date and decided to join. She knew Trinity would eventually go to the bathroom, and when she did, she put the tranquilizer in her own drink, when you asked Julie only said it was for her headache! Clever ruse as she distracted you and switched the drinks. Drugged drink now right in front of Trinity's platter. It would take an hour to take affect, and when it did, Julie was right next to Trinity as she collapsed on the sidewalk.

After she had taken everything she could to experiment on, Julie stuffed Trinity and sewn her back together before dumping her in front of the Bakers' house. She had a clever disguise, Julie looked like an overgrown man, with a beard, pink eyes, and pitch black hair. The exact opposite of her and her family.

Since then of course there was a number of policemen investigating both you and Julie, since the two of you were the last seen alive. And you both had alibis, that being your group science project, and the entire family saw the two of you go in the lab as well as the cameras. What no one saw was Julie clever escape through the bathroom window while wearing her disguise before rushing to the route Trinity took and taking her all the way back home, thought this route took longer due to its lack of surveillance. She dumped Trinity in her lab and came back to your through the bathroom connected to her bedroom where you waited for her.

"My bowels disagree with me tonight."

"God, yeah I heard, what the hell did you eat?"

It was all just a MeTube video of farts.