#he did not try to help at all he's so silly

[sunskisser]

boyfriend?

clark kent x fem!reader, wc 900

cw: reader is concussed, clark worries, idiots in love, lots of fluff

summary: post-concussion, you fall in love with your boyfriend (again)

Clark didn’t consider himself a worrywart. He knew he was often exceedingly, overbearingly kind, and it wasn’t something he was ashamed of. You’d told him once it was your third favourite thing about him, after ‘his love for you’ and ‘his kisses’. He couldn’t deny that those were two areas he did put a lot of effort into.

But the sight of you like this, bruised, battered, and passed out on a hospital bed — it made him want to worry his brains out.

It wasn’t a major injury, Clark knew that. Just a concussion. No blood, no internal damage, no severe pain.

Yet the tiny voice at the back of his head kept blaming him, cursing him for flying around saving the rest of the world while his world took a hit. He didn’t think he could stop feeling guilty till you fully recovered, maybe a while longer.

The feeling of your hand twitching in his snaps Clark back to the present.

He glances over at you, downturned lips and tightly squeezed eyes, peeling them open. Your gaze darts around for a moment before landing on him.

“Hi, honey.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Hi.”

Clark hums in response, brushing his thumb over your palm. He’s trying not to let his worry show. “How’re you feeling, sweetheart? Your head, does it still hurt?”

You don’t respond, eyes glued on him. Your brows pinch together, and your nose scrunches up, like you’re awfully confused but can’t figure out why. Suddenly, you try to sit up.

“Hey, woah,” Clark chuckles nervously, hand immediately jumping up to fold around your shoulder, gently pushing you back down. His other palm slips under the back of your head, a safety cushion as you deflate back onto the bed. “Easy there. You’re not supposed to sit up for a few more hours, remember?”

Blood rushes to your head. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Clark nods, hand moving up to cup your jaw. He presses his thumb into your skin.

Like a ripple, redness spreads throughout your face from the spot, bright and shy. He frowns. “Are you okay?” The back of his palm comes to rest on your temple, concern etching itself into his features. “Is it a fever?”

“No,” you say immediately, a little too loud for your liking, grabbing Clark’s wrist as he moves to pull away from your face. You cringe. “I mean, no, sir, I’m fine.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Sir?”

Your shoulders creep towards your ears, shyness written all over you as you let go of his hand. “I don’t… I dunno. Sorry, um, what do I call you?”

Clark realises. He softens, brushing his thumb under your eye. “You don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what?” you ask stupidly, a pathetic mess from the way he’s touching you. You feel like the sheer amount of prettiness in front of you was going to make you throw up, or maybe pass out again.

“What you call me,” he murmurs, smiling. “Or who I am.”

“Who are you?”

You looked so innocent, so sweetly anxious, that Clark has to stop himself from kissing you dizzy. He loves you, and he’ll have you any way, but the hit to your head made you horribly soft and lovely. Affection felt like an ache in his fingertips.

He presses both palms to your cheeks. “You like to call me darling, or babe, sometimes. Clark when you’re mad at me, though.”

“Who’s Clark?”

He grins. “Me, silly.”

“Oh.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “Why babe?”

“‘Cos I’m your boyfriend,” he chuckles, love in the crinkle of his eyes. At the horrified look on your face, he can’t help but laugh again. “What, is that so bad?”

“No, no, not bad, it’s just —“ you splutter, dazed and increasingly abashed. You shake your head. “You’re my boyfriend? Mine?”

“Yeah, honey.”

You’re stumped.

“But you’re so pretty,” you murmur immediately, embarrassed turning to three parts awe, gazing at him like a child would at a lollipop. Starstruck, you reach out to trace the slope of his nose with your pinky. “Really? Are you sure you’re mine?”

It’s Clark’s turn to blush. He bends forward, trying not to grin too wide, and a honeyed kiss to the side of your head. “Yeah, all yours.”

You pull your hands to your face to cover it, curling away from him. Maybe he’s seeing what he wants to see, but Clark swears you’re smiling. “Don’t call me that.”

“What, lovely?” He laughs, fingers wrapping around your wrists to tug them off. “That’s not fair. Let me see your pretty face.”

“Stop!” you giggle, letting your hands drop in favour of letting his come to rest on your cheeks instead. You’re unbelievably bashful, teeth showing in your dopey smile as you gaze up at Clark with the love of a thousand suns. Clark wants you forever.

“I love you, silly girl.” He presses a kiss to your nose, one, two, three to your eyes and lips. “I love you.”

Stunned, you look like he’s just given you the world. He would, if he could.

You happily gather his palms from your cheeks towards your lips, your voice into them like a kiss in itself. “I love you, too.”

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featuring - Baby x F!Reader, Jinu x F!Reader, Abby x F!Reader, Romance x F!Reader, Mystery x F!Reader (separate) summary - you ask the saja boys to peel an orange for you to test this theory warnings - none a/n - here's a little apology post for the delay in the baby saja junior series releases (i am working on them i promise!) and those who sent in requests i am working on those too, i just have a lot to do right now but i'm hoping things calm down a bit next week

BABY

you don't outright ask him to do it

you just sit down next to him when he's snacking on the couch watching whatever horrific movie he'd found that day

and you pretend to struggle with your orange

at first he doesn't look up, just shifts a bit closer to you to acknowledge your presence

then he starts laughing

"what?" you snap at him

"you've been fighting with that orange for ten minutes now"

he looks so amused you want to smack him

"you know, you could help!"

"i could, but you can peel an orange yourself," he grins, all cocky

you roll your eyes, "fine i'll go ask Romance"

before you can get up he's grabbing the orange and peeling it

but he eats half

"for my trouble," he claims

pass or fail - FAIL

JINU

you walk up to Jinu and with absolutely no context whatsoever...you hold out an orange

he looks at the orange, and then he looks at you, "thanks, but i don't want one"

you have to try your hardest not to laugh because that was cute

"no, here," you offer it again

he looks so confused, but takes it anyway

he comes across the trend/theory while scrolling through his phone

then, a few hours later, he barges into your room holding up the peeled orange with the silliest but proudest grin on his face

you laugh and take the orange, "thanks, babe"

he sits down next to you, "you could have just asked, you know"

"i didn't think you would assume i'm offering you one!" you laugh again

now he peels your oranges for you whenever he sees you holding or reaching for one

pass or fail - pass

ABBY

Abby jumps at the chance to help you with anything and everything

you actually caught it on camera too

you were making a silly video for your fans about what fruit you like to eat

you were bored, so you figured you might as well

you picked up an orange and started to peel it

Abby walked in that moment, made the most offended sound and rushed over to snatch the orange from you

"these are messy! let me peel it for you babe"

and he proceeds to peel it, getting his own hands wet and messy in the process

you smile at him because he looks so happy doing it too, like it gives him pure joy to be of service to you

then you lean in and kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard and almost drops the peeled orange

"thank you, my big, strong, sweet boyfriend"

his face gets even redder and he excuses himself to go take a shower because he just worked out (he didn't)

pass or fail - pass

ROMANCE

Romance has been waiting for this moment since he met you

he's up to date with all the latest trends so he knows about the theory long before you even try it

he's very dramatic about it too

you walk in holding an orange and just barely open your mouth

"yes, of course love, let me peel that for you!"

he gets on one knee, takes the orange and peels it right there

delicately, like he's plucking petals off a flower (which he did not do to determine if you liked him or not before you were dating)

you're watching and trying not to laugh, because while it's super romantic (obviously) it is just a little funny

"thank you, sweetheart," you smile at him when you take the peeled orange

then you give him a kiss and he's smiling wide for the rest of the day

boasting to everyone who'll listen, "i passed the orange peel test!"

like Jinu, he will also peel an orange for you any time he sees you holding one or reaching for one

pass or fail - pass

MYSTERY

Mystery listens to everything you say and does anything you ask without question or hesitation

you're laying on his lap watching TV, fiddling with an orange

Mystery notices, but he won't do anything unless you ask him to

you turn to him, see him staring, and then blush in embarrassment as you hold out the orange, "can you please peel this for me baby?"

Mystery says nothing as he takes the orange without a word and starts peeling it

he hands it back to you silently

you smile and take it and kiss his cheek, "thank you"

he stares for a moment, then smiles and leans in and nuzzles his face against your neck

you're happy, so he's happy

then he sees the trend one day while walking past Baby scrolling on his phone

after that he just silently leaves peeled oranges around for you - conveniently when you wanted them

and when you pick one up he's there, waiting for you to ask him to peel it

pass or fail - pass

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[milkbean69]

(tw smut)

Imagine finally giving in you Yandere Clark Kent and one of the first things you do is jump his bones. You have gone mad with his love that he has crafted upon you. Hell, you can't even remember why you were so mad at him, or why you did the things you did while in his custody. He is Superman, your sword and shield in this world, or maybe just Clark Kent. Despite being so powerful, maybe he is just like you.

You stand there in the kitchen, in nothing but one of shirts to cover you, making on of his ma's recipes before he comes home for the day. The fabric engulf's you, it's big and soft just like Clark, smells like him too. Hopefully Clark likes the meals you have prepared for him, that devouers all of what you have laid before him whole.

You hear him before you see him. Clark always tends to rush just so he can see his angel everyday. Oh how he hates to be parted from you. It takes Clark a second to realize once he sets his eyes on you. He freezes, every inch and curve of your body sticking out from the fabric of one of his old college shirts.

You look so delectiblae, so divine. He inches toward you slowly, gaze burning into your soul. You give him a look that has never been casted on him before, one of love and hope. He can feel his own heart beating out of his chest. Whilst cupping his face, you greet him home with a kiss and a warm smile. His lips feel stiff from the shock. But eventaly he melts into it.

Clark becomes more vigorous with breath he takes. Seeing your hardened nipples rubbing against him sends his mind into a frenzy. Feet no longer touching the ground as your hips hit the counter top. If this kind of obedience got you here, maybe you should have complied along time ago.

Clark is estatic that all of his hard work paid off, but he didn't think it work this well or getting here this fast. He should be ashamed of how much of an animal he is acting right now. Clark wants to make love to you, your first time should best special. But gosh darn it the smell of your arousal is filling his nostrals and he can't help himself.

Neither of you can remember when you got to the bedroom. Nor do either of you really care. But it's when Clark finally sticks his cock inside of you, the heaven and the earth collide. Your walls squeezing him tight. Thank God you stretched yourself silly before he came home.

Your afraid he might snap you in half with how he has you folded over, knees pressed up against you chest. But you know he would never hurt you. How much restrain he has trying not to completely ruin your entire existance. Clark's forehead is grazing upon yours. The sound of your heartbeat keeping him steady and focused.

He whipers prayers that all of this isn't a dream. That you love isn't an illusion to trick his weaping heart. "I love you" he says, with the hope that you'll say it back too.

[lieslab]

So I give into the fall

Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: After struggling with Dermatophagia, the guys try to come up with ways to help.

Genre: 9th Member AU

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: I have yet again finished writing another request. Requestee, I think I wrote this one right by looking at what you wanted and different sites. Do you guys like it when I end these with something silly and dumb? I feel like that's kinda become my usual with 9th member AUs and that's what happens in this one, too.

It stopped hurting at some point. Even when you swore you’d do better and stop, it all came back. It started by zoning out at the worst possible times. Your fingers moved to your mouth and then came the biting. The gnawing and peeling layers of skin back. You did it again today and you didn’t even realize it until Hyunjin shrieked. 

You jumped, jerking your head upright to a wide eyed Hyunjin. His arm jerked forward, pointing to you. “Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” 

“Huh?” You looked down and that’s when the shame hit you. The kind that made you want to melt into the floor and cease to exist. The skin around half a cuticle sat mangled and pooling with blood. You hid it by curling your fingers into your palm instantly. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. You jerked up from your spot in the wooden chair and hurried toward the door. 

Behind you, bright white lights wrapped around rectangular mirrors. The painted white walls made everything brighter. Most of the guys disappeared to have staff members fit them with mic packs. You already had yours attached to your waistband. So when you were the first one back to the dressing room, you slipped into one of the makeup chairs and zoned out. Your performance had been pushed back twenty minutes due to a technical issue. 

This performance was important. One of the first performances for a live audience after making another comeback. For an award show, this was the first time you’d be able to sing a few new songs for the audience. All nine of you had been practicing like crazy for the past week. From vocals to backup dancers, there wasn’t time to waste. 

Right as you went to push the door open, Jeongin jerked it open and headed inside. You yelped as the two of you stumbled and wobbled back from one another. “Sorry, sorry.” Your fingers curled tighter into your fist. 

He mumbled something, you couldn’t hear what it was and you didn’t care. He stepped back, allowing you to get through. You rushed down the hall and toward the distant bathroom. When he glanced over at Hyunjin, Hyunjin frowned. “It’s their Dermatophagia again. I caught them biting their fingers.” 

“I thought they said they were trying to stop.” 

“They were, but they must have zoned out.”

Their conversation trailed you into the distance. You walked quicker, walking past someone with a radio. He spoke sharp Korean into it and rushed by without a second glance your way. At least, he didn’t judge you for bleeding. 

It’s hard for people to understand something when they don’t have it. You never meant to make anyone uncomfortable. It’s a never-ending urge that digs deep. An itch that can rarely be scratched unless you're picking and biting at your fingers. The last time you went to get a manicure, you swore it’d be the last time. 

The way the worker looked at you with a scowl and upturned nose, it always came rushing back. Shame overturned your stomach and you couldn’t meet their eyes. The entire scene left a sour taste in your mouth. When you finished, Felix couldn’t stop gushing about how soft and smooth his hands felt. They shaped his nails perfectly. They shaped yours, too, but you weren’t nearly as happy as he was. 

You shoved open the bathroom door and stumbled inside. Murmurs gathered from the bodies around you. People lingered, talking to one another and laughing about god knows what. It wasn’t towards you, but it felt like it was. It always felt like you were the constant butt of the joke. 

Your fingers were always red, raw, and they bled a lot. You wished you could understand it fully. Your doctor gave you a rundown, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You didn’t care about it being caused by anxiety, stress, and other things. You wanted to know how to stop it. 

With a handful of white foamy soap, you quickly scrubbed your hands beneath warm water. Your thumb ran over the injured spot, trying to get it to stop bleeding. When you were finished, you grabbed a paper towel and gently dabbed the area. 

If you were lucky, one of the guys might have a band-aid. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Do you wanna help?” Minho didn’t look up from the chopping board he stood over. From the looks of it, you were pretty sure it was a zucchini he was chopping up. 

“Help what?” You asked. 

He paused, slowly looking up. “Help me hide a dead body, obviously. No, idiot, do you want to help me cook? You’re standing there stalking and you keep looking at me like a lost puppy.” 

“I do not,” you mumbled. “Besides, I can’t help you anyway. My hands are still a wreck. There’s three fingers that I-” 

“Okay, and?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re okay with me bleeding in our lunch?” 

“Rubber gloves exist for a reason. Just go wash your hands for thirty seconds with soap and put on some gloves.” He jerked his knife back towards the sink. “Go on. They’re under there when you’re finished.” 

“But…”

“But?” 

“You’re not going to be upset?” 

“It’s called good hygiene. What? What’s the problem? Why do you look like you’re going to cry? Don’t cry.” 

“Because I feel like it’s always a big problem.” 

“What’s the problem?” Changbin asked. He came around the corner and headed towards the stainless steel fridge. “What did I miss?” 

“They think biting their nails is a problem.” 

“So many people bite their nails,” Changbin shrugged. 

“It’s not biting my nails, it’s biting around my nails and knuckles that’s the problem.” You looked down at your fingers with a frown. “It’s so embarrassing and I don’t know how to stop. I’ve tried putting on band-aids, but I imagine it feels the same way a dog feels when they get a cone put on their head. It’s so irritating, I end up taking them off.” 

“I’m pretty sure Han used one of those bad tasting solutions when he struggled with nail biting,” Changbin offered. “So maybe you can see what he used and try it.” 

“I can’t believe you two are treating this like it’s normal,” you mumbled with a frown. You glanced at your hands again and curled them into your jeans. “It makes me feel like a freak.” 

“Sorry we’re not assholes that are pointing and laughing at your face for it. If you want us to, just say the words.” 

“What hyung means to say is that it’s okay to struggle with things that make you feel awkward. We struggle with different things and insecurities are normal.” 

“Yeah, what he said.” Minho jerked the knife over his shoulder in his direction. “Just be you. I don’t care if you consumed all your own skin and turned into a Junji Ito monster. I’m just glad you’re you.” 

“You really have such a way with words.” 

“I’m gonna have a way with this knife if you don’t wash your hands and help me cook, I’m hungry.” 

~ ~ ~ 

The sound of cursing from inside your room caused Chan to stop. He frowned and gently knocked on your door. “Hey, are you okay in there? You sound upset.” 

“Hold on.” 

It took a few seconds of wiggling into your pajama shirt before you headed over. When you opened the door, Chan glanced down at you and over your shoulder. “Are you good?” 

“Yeah, sorry. My fingers hurt and some of my shirt tangled around my finger.” You spread your fingers to show him. “It’s okay, but it aches. The band-aid is helping, but you know.” You shrugged, trying not to act like it was a big deal. 

The guys were used to it by now. It was a habit you had before trainee days and you’d yet to break it. You shifted beneath his gaze and looked away. “Other than that, I think I’m going to get some sleep.” 

“You know you can talk to any of us if you need to, right?” 

You nodded. “I know. I know I can talk to you and the others. I just don’t. What’s there to talk about? It’s so embarrassing and I can’t control it. The doctor said it could be caused by different things. It's just…” You weakly shrugged, “I don’t know.” 

“I guess it makes me feel like a toddler that can’t stop sucking their thumb. The only difference is that a toddler usually grows out of it and me? Well…” You shifted your injured hand. “Good luck.” 

“You don’t have to beat yourself up because you can’t control something.” 

“I don’t know how to stop.” 

He opened his mouth to say something else, but it cut off with the sound of Han yelling for you. You glanced down the hall, but he didn’t appear. Instead, he called your name louder. Chan chuckled. “You should go see what he wants before he starts shrieking like a banshee.” 

“Apparently.” You walked past him and down the carpeted hall. You padded down to his room to find him sitting on his bed with a small dark bottle. “What do you want?” 

“Minho said you needed to use this for your fingers. I want to warn you that I’m pretty sure this will work because it tastes so bad. The last time I tried to bite my nails with it, I almost threw up.” 

He handed the small bottle to you. You took it and glanced at the label. “You still have it? I thought you used this some time last year.” 

“Yeah. I only used a little bit of it. It knocked out my nail biting real quick. Look at these beauties!” He reached his fingers up and wiggled them. “Sometimes I think I could be a hand model now.” 

You chuckled, finding amusement in his words. “Thanks for this. Good luck in your modeling aspirations. Can you show me how you used this? I want to make sure I apply it right.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” 

~ ~ ~ 

“I wanna take a bite out of this,” Felix whispered more to himself than anyone else. In front of a royal purple pile of kinetic sand, he squished the tips of his fingers into it. Picking it up, the magnetic sand slowly fell apart and dropped back onto the table. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

Seungmin looked over at the two of you and scowled “What’s wrong with you two? Are you hearing yourselves? That’s so gross! It’s sand!” 

“It’s kinetic sand and therefore, it’s magical sand.” 

You were all in a recording studio at a coffee table. Criss-cross on the floor, you each played with your own stack of sand. It was Jeongin that had the idea to purchase it at the store. It turned into something to help distract you from biting your nails, but with Han beside him, it turned into buying every member their own small pack of kinetic sand. 

Beside you, his knee pressed against your own. He rubbed his fingers together, enjoying the squishy texture. “I can’t stop. I think I’m addicted. This was the best purchase we ever made. Jeongin, what do you think?” 

He didn’t respond. Too enamored by poking holes into the softness, his sand sat in the original plastic package. Felix looked over and chuckled. “I think we’re all becoming victims of kinetic sand.” 

The studio door swung open and Minho appeared with a fresh water bottle. He disappeared to purchase it from a nearby vending machine and stopped when he saw everyone. “What’s this?” 

“Do you want one? I bought you one. I bought you purple because purple matched your hair one time.” Han’s head jerked up and he grinned. “We’re playing with kinetic sand.” 

“I’m addicted,” Jeongin mumbled. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from his stash. “This is so fun.” 

You couldn’t disagree. You kneaded and played with your own stack of bright blue sand. In the distance, Chan and Changbin sat with chairs tucked against the recording studio booth. Changbin hit the red button to talk to Hyunjin. 

“Okay, you can come on out now. Felix, you’re up next. We’re recording the hook for that song.” 

“For what song?” 

“The song Hyunjin just sang.” 

“Oh,” he frowned. “I don’t know what he was singing.” He poked his fingers into his sand again. “We should invest in a large sandbox full of this stuff. Lee Know, hyung, can you watch my sand?” 

“Yes. You go record and I’ll watch your stuff. I’ll make sure Hyunjin doesn’t hijack it. Seungmin, sit down and watch us make stuff.” 

“Why do you have to tell me what to do? I’m not hurting anything.” 

“Sit.” 

Seungmin rolled his eyes, but he plopped down on the couch. You chuckled at his attitude. Minho grinned and picked up a handful of the sand. “Good dog.” 

“You dickhead.” 

“Woah, what?” Chan spun around with wide eyes. “Huh? What? What’s going on?” 

Hyunjin screeched and plugged his ears. “My holy ears! You’re polluting them with your worldly filth!”

“The co-writer of Red Lights everyone,” you mumbled beneath your breath. 

“Lee Know bullied me!” 

“Seungmin, everyone bullies you.” 

“I’m going to take your blender, so you can’t make chicken breast smoothies anymore.”

“Asshole!” Changbin spat. 

Felix tapped your shoulder and you looked up. “Huh?” 

“How are your fingers?”

“My what?” 

“Your fingers? Are you still struggling with biting them?” 

“Not at the moment. I have Han’s nasty tasting solution on. Biting them tastes bad and this kinetic sand, I can’t get enough of it. This stuff is magical.” 

“Magical my ass.” 

A large green glob flew through the air and landed directly on Seungmin’s face. Gasps circled around the room. Seungmin’s eyes were shut and the sand slowly sank down his face. “Whoever threw that, you have three seconds to run.” 

“Eat it!” Jeongin taunted. “That’s what you get! Maknae on top, bitch!” 

Silence filled the room until Hyunjin cracked first. His hands went together and he threw his head back. He pointed at Seungmin. “He said ‘eat it!’” 

Laughter from the others joined him. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at their antics. Finally distracted from insecurities surrounding your fingers and the need to bite your skin, it was the last thing on your mind. 

“Yang Jeongin,” Seungmin started, “you need to be taught a lesson. Who raised you?” Just as he wiped off the melting sand, another handful was tossed his way and pelted his forehead. He yelped and brushed it off. “What the fuck?” 

Minho grinned with an empty open hand. “Like father, like son.”

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Love and Deepspace - Zayne & Reader x Sylus

A/N: Based on the poll's results, I believe this is the duo most of you wanted to see again, so here it is as a treat. Also, big thanks for @/vqler for helping me out with the plot behind this one

Oh, and big thanks too to @/ticklygiggles for introducing me to this amazing writing platform that helped me with my productivity and for beta reading the fic for me

Summary: Sylus is complaining about some weird pain, so you ask for Zayne's help to figure it out

Word count: 2247 words

[Also on Ao3]

"You're overreacting," Sylus insisted while you parked the car. With arms crossed before his chest, he looked around Akso's hospital parking lot. Of course, he thought, of all possible places you could've taken him to, this was the one you decided on.

He groaned quietly, but like a spoiled child, when the passenger door opened and forced him to meet your concerned gaze. "Come on, Sylus," you hurried him, your foot tapping the ground, impatient. As there was no sign of him moving, you leaned over and into the car to drag him out of it. "You're not going to tell me you're afraid of doctors, are you?"

"Don't be silly, kitten," he muttered — it was not like it was going to make any difference if he was, anyway. "But this is a clearly waste of time. You know I don't need it."

"You do," you corrected him, taking the lead and pulling his hand to make him keep up with your pace, "you said yourself the pain didn't go away this time."

"Tsk."

This was not how it was supposed to go. Now that he thought about it, Sylus was the one to blame for listening to Luke and Kieran's stupid idea. Why would he, of all people, be in pain when he could simply heal himself? "Trust us, boss, you'll be pampered day and night", the twins would promise and insist as they tried to push Sylus into this idea. And they did, eventually.

All he had to do — according to the brains behind this plan — was to limp a little around you, whine and moan whenever you looked at him and pull up a pitiful facade while talking to you. Those, combined, were supposed to make you care a little more for him and encourage you to spend more time with him than with the others.

But that didn't happen. It did make you worry, but not in the domestic, cuddly way he expected. Instead of spoon-feeding him, you forced him to take the pain pills you had around your place; instead of pampering him rotten, you demanded him to resonate his evol with yours over and over, trying to see if it would help him heal the imaginary pain; and instead of letting him stay over at your place, you were now dragging him to the hospital.

"It will go away on its own," Sylus tried to argue, but it felt like he was throwing words at a wall instead of you. "I will be fine."

You sighed, pulling at his hand while still being careful to not hurt him — wherever the source of the pain was. "It's been days, Sylus, and your evol isn't working. We need to know what's going on with you."

"Aren't you scared they will call the Association on me the moment you give away my identity, kitten?" He suggested, unable to hold back that usual confident smirk from taking place in his face. "Or is this your plan to submit me to your hunters colleagues?"

You stopped walking, letting go of his hand. For a moment, Sylus thought he had draw the right card after all those attempts, but the look on your face said otherwise.

"What do you take me for?" You arched an eyebrow, pressing your finger at his chest while looking up to his stupidly handsome face. "Why do you think I brought you here of all places?"

"Because this is the place covered by your insurance?" He joked, but it didn't seem amused at it.

"Idiot," you rolled your eyes, "Zayne works here. He can get you checked while I keep you out of the jail. You just need to wait while I talk to the staff and then we-"

"Wait," Sylus frowned, holding your hand, "that doctor works here?"

"Yes," you nodded casually, "now hurry up, we need to get to him before the end of his shift," you said and was already dragging him by his hand again, barely giving him time to process how badly that plan was going to end.

If the fact that you were seeking for professional help instead of cuddling with him at home wasn't bad enough, you were going to force him to meet that guy of all people. And worse, ask Zayne to take care of him in your place? If he wasn't feeling sick before, now his stomach was surely turning upside down.

Sylus was already unwilling to comply before, but he still managed to, somehow, make it even more difficult now. Making it past the front door felt as difficult as one of those Hunters' Contest stages and stopping Sylus from running away while you talked to Yvonne proved to be another whole battle of its own.

After what felt like eternity, you were, finally, walking into Zayne's office to meet the man himself. He looked up from a pile of documents, his eyes meeting yours with a soft tenderness. "You arrived early today," Zayne started, elegantly taking off his glasses, "I'll only be out in half an hour from now."

"I know," you sighed, looking over your shoulder and giving Sylus a look through the gap on the half opened door, "but I guess it's a good thing you're still on duty."

"Yvonne told me a thing or two in advance," Zayne nodded and you thanked the greater forces above that he was still as reliable as ever, "she said you needed a favor? Is it related to your health?"

"Not mine, a friend's," you giggled nervously and scratched your cheek, "he's… been having a weird pain and I thought you could check him up? Just so we know what direction we should follow."

"Mhm," Zayne nodded, "a friend of yours is a friend of mine, too. Ask him to come in," he added, pushing himself up and picking a pair of sterilized gloves and the stethoscope. "I hope I can be of help, but we should be able to figure out what kind of pain is… it… at least…"

Zayne's voice faded the moment he turned around, meeting not a friend of yours on the examination table, but rather a… he sighed, not knowing what word would be the fittest to describe Sylus.

"Hello, doctor," Sylus purred, leaning on his hands and tilting his head to the side to look at Zayne, "she said you can fix me."

"Sylus," Zayne nodded, sliding his hand under his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. Stay professional, he repeated inside his head before he looked up to you, who was standing next to the table. "I'm a physician, not a saint to perform miracles, but I will do my best."

You looked back and forth between the two men, wondering if this was a demonstration of friendly bickering or hostile politeness. Still, much to your happiness, Zayne walked towards you and Sylus, snapping the elastic around the wrist of his glove. "So, what seems to be the problem, Mr. Sylus?"

"It-"

"He is in pain, Zayne," you interrupted, already feeling like Sylus would come up with anything but the truth. "Today he woke up complaining about an ache on his thighs. Yesterday, it was his back, and then his shoulders on the day before."

"That, doctor," Sylus sighed, crossing his arms.

"It's natural to feel pain at these parts at an advanced age," Zayne suggested with a small, sly smirk. Sylus frowned. "But they are usually concentrated around the same area. To have them changing from day to day it's a bit unusual."

"Right?!" You gasped, finally someone acknowledging the matter with the proper concern. "A-and there is something else, too!"

"Kitten, pleas-"

"You see, Sylus can use his evol to heal himself, but it's not working this time," you explained while gesticulating, not noticing how Zayne was more amused by your speech than worried about the "patient" you brought to him. "…but it just won't work!"

Zayne shook his head, snapping back into reality. He could hear Sylus scoffing, probably because he noticed what happened, but that man wasn't really the priority for the doctor at that moment. "Well, let me have a proper look, in that case. If anything, I'll send you two to a specialist on the matter."

Sylus rolled his eyes and turned his face away. "I knew this would be a waste of time," he taunted, but peeked through the corner of his eye.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sylus," Zayne chuckled, hooking the stethoscope around his neck as he already discarded any hypothesis that would need the tool. He had a guess, but still needed to confirm it. "It's just a physical exam. Where did you say you were feeling pain today?"

"On my legs, doctor," Sylus grinned, spreading his thighs as he leaned back even more. "It was a torture to come all the way here just to see you, but I was forced to."

"Stop messing around," you smacked him on the shoulder and he chuckled. Zayne kept the straight, serious facade as he looked at both of you.

Without another word, he walked forward, narrowing the distance between him and Sylus — getting close enough to pay back some of the discomfort he felt with Sylus's shameless behavior. He placed one hand over Sylus's right leg, his fingers pressing the skin through the cloth.

"H-hey now, doctor, at least buy me a dinner firs-"

"Does it hurt here?" Zayne interrupted, his eyes fixed on Sylus's face while he rolled his thumb a little, massaging the spot just above the kneecap.

"It dohoesn- caham, it doesn't."

"Right," Zayne smiled calmly and looked at you like a professor doing a demonstration to his students. He slid his hand up Sylus's leg, his fingers slowly reaching to the top of his thigh.

And despite his best efforts, Zayne's hand was barely a palm away from Sylus's knee when the latter kicked up his leg, the reaction strong enough to make him nearly jump out of the examination table. Sylus groaned, "careful, doctor," and whined.

"I might've just struck a nerve, nothing to make a fuss over, Mr. Sylus," he explained, his fingers beginning to squeeze and pinch Sylus's leg again. "You see, I think I might have discovered a thing or two just now."

Great, Sylus thought, this was about to be over. He looked down at Zayne's hand on his leg and then back and forth between you and the doctor. Obviously, it didn't hurt — there was no pain to begin with — but it tickled, awfully so. Sylus felt the urge to coil his leg and kick Zayne away at each circle Zayne's thumb pressed into his thigh. His fingers skittered and caressed the clothed skin in a way that forced a crooked, nervous smile on Sylus's face. It was bad to the point that he knew he had to cover his mouth and fake a cough or two, just so his cover wouldn't be blown. Or so he thought.

"And what is it, Zayne?" You asked, your eyes filled with curiosity as you could swear Sylus was… trembling?

"Well, the good news is that I believe there is nothing wrong with Mr. Sylus. At least, from a medical perspective," he explained, barely putting effort to conceal the mockery.

"Y-yohou are the reheal pain, dohoctor," Sylus retorted, trying to stiff himself and stop any other embarrassing giggle to come out.

"And the bad news?"

"They are not really bad," Zayne chuckled, looking at both you and Sylus, "not for you at least. Well, Mr. Sylus is quite ticklish."

"N-nohonsehense!"

"You're laughing like a kid and I'm barely trying," Zayne insisted, clawing a little harder at the top of Sylus's thigh and, in a matter of seconds, he found his wrist being tightly held by his patient, forcing him to stop. "See?"

"You-"

"Wait, for real?" You muttered. You were still processing the fact that Sylus was most likely faking the whole thing for the past days, but the new information that Zayne just delivered to you on a silver plate felt much, much more appealing. "Ticklish?"

"See it for yourself," Zayne nodded, making room for you before Sylus could even move away, "his legs are quite sensitive and I supposed the rest should be about the same."

"W-wahait, I dihidn't say you cohohould!" Sylus groaned, letting go of Zayne's hand to stop yours while trying to back into the examination table and move away from the couple before him. "Thihis is h-hahAHaharassment, I want to caha- HEhey!"

Sylus turned his head and growled quietly at Zayne, the sound spilling along with some giggles through his gritted teeth. It was far from enough to convince him or you to stop, but at least it made Zayne pull his hand away from his side. "B-bohohoth of you, stohohop it!"

"What? No way," you shook your head, gladly taking Zayne's lead and placing your hands on each of Sylus's thighs, tickling both of them at the same time. "You've been a pain 'til now, this is the best thing that happened today!"

"K-kihihitten, it wahahas hurting, I swehe- AGH, d-dohohoctor, gehehet off thehere!" Sylus gasped, his back arching when Zayne got a hold of his arm and managed to sneak some tickles on his ribs and under his arm.

"In that case, Mr. Sylus, I believe we shouldn't stop just yet," Zayne grinned, "laughter is the best medicine, after all, and I'm sure it will do wonders in your case."

[venusbyline-blog]

just a scenario inspired by a horny post (💌), tyyy @saddest-annus for sending me that 💚💚

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. little sister!reader, soft!Aegon II Targaryen, Targcest (older brother/younger sister), underage sex, age gap (older man/younger woman), no mention of reader's age but she's a high school student, Aegon is 25-26, innocence kink, couch sex, vaginal fingering, dacryphilia, reader is kinda infantilized, Aegon is a drug dealer but this isn't important for the story itself, modern AU, porn without plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

The only sounds you could hear when you woke up were the ones coming from the rain and from your older brother's occasional curses every time a striker of the soccer team he supported missed a goal.

Aegon was not the biggest soccer enthusiast in the past, but in recent years he had found himself preferring it to typical American football. It was more interesting to watch, and also caused him a lot of frustration, so he watched the matches alone. Or almost that.

You were supposed to be sleeping, which you were actually doing after an intense fuck with your favorite brother. However, your body woke up sweaty from a random nightmare about some silly fear you had harbored since childhood. Instead of just rolling over and trying to go back to sleep, you hurried out of bed, low footsteps on the wooden floor echoing softly through the living room.

Aegon's attention had been focused on the TV before you arrived, the sight of you standing next to the doorframe, messy hair, wearing one of his oversized shirts, crystal-clear tears streaming down the cheeks...

"What happened, little sister?" He immediately settled back on the couch, turning off the channel that was showing the replay of the most recent match, which he had not had time to watch at the official start time.

You just sobbed in response, and it was enough for Aegon to understand what might have been afflicting your unconscious mind. "Oh, baby... C'mere."

It did not take even five seconds for you to practically run to the couch and climb into his lap, snuggling like a baby snuggling into its dad. The remaining tears wet Aegon's chest, bare since you went to sleep wearing the shirt of the fraternity he had been in during his college days, before he dropped out in his junior year to dedicate himself to selling drugs with a few trusted friends of him — five years had passed and at least that business was really doing well. Kind of dangerous, of course, but not so much.

Aegon's kissed your forehead, letting you rest your face against his warm skin. The sobs you were letting out slowly calmed under his welcoming touch. Your brother was always so sweet and gentle... You did not even care if he was taking advantage of the situation to run his hands over your soft curves, caressing the skin of your ass, kind of sore from the way he had squeezed it roughly during sex.

"Needing your big bro's help, baby?" Aegon asked close to your ear in a low, husky voice, understanding all too well the power he held over any innocent young girl, especially if that innocent young girl was his own little sister.

You gasped in surprise when he moved his hand until it reached your pussy, its natural wetness already sticky. "Mmm, do you want me to fuck my finger here?" The pad of his thumb caressed your entrance, as if prepared and waiting for some kind of agreement. "Or should I rub you here?" He did not even need to turn his wrist to facilitate the effectiveness of those ministrations, just moving his finger up to rub your clit, still swollen and sensitive from the previous acts. "You needa tell me what that pretty little pussy needs, sister. Let me help you forget that childish nightmare."

Aegon did not know what you had dreamed about yet. All he knew was that his little sister had sought comfort in him as always.

The words that came out of your mouth right away sounded confusing, so shaky from your recent crying. For Aegon, though, iwas not hard to understand. He knew you well enough to know how much you enjoyed having his fingers inside you, always eager to be fucked by whatever he wanted to put inside.

Aegon completely forgot about the stupid match he was watching. And you completely forgot about the reason you had sought comfort. All that mattered was the feeling of your older brother's fingers stretching your core as you began to ride them, with hands wrapped around his neck. Low whimpers echoing through the living room, drowning out the sound of the rain outside.

[crazylittlejester]

If the chain was in a water park, who would be doing what? (And who’s on chair duty?)

oh this is a fun ass question thank you (in this scenario i’m thinking its a big outdoor water park with pools and slides and food and everything)

(sorry for spelling errors or missing words if there are any)

Time is cowering in the shade somewhere, reapplying sunscreen to avoid death, and hiding under things in the pool to scare the shit out of the others. He’s not really in one spot for too long, if somethings wrong the chain isnt even bothering looking for him like “dad help” because “dad” is in line at the scary water slide one minute and beating Twi to death at some pool volleyball the next minute and then he’s disappeared off the face of the earth for an hour after that. He may be the oldest but his ass is not the most mature and he absolutely “accidentally” picks up Wind and throws him in the pool at some point before running away

For the vast majority of the day, War is comfortably lounging on a chair by the pool getting wonderfully tan and taking a nap and it’s the nicest afternoon he’s had in a while. He’s getting little drinks every so often (or more accurately SKY is getting him little drinks, the only time War is getting up is when he decides the lazy river is calling to him), he’s reliably in the same spot. He has the sunscreen and the towels and the bandaids and if someone trips and falls or needs an adult or just needs to find someone, there’s War, there he is. Reliable. A bit tipsy but reliable

Twi hasnt had a chance to get the zoomies out like this in a long while and he’s running around like fucking crazy, get him on ALL the slides. Pool volleyball, he’s swimming laps, too much energy for the lazy river he for sure got kicked out, life guard has yelled at him to walk no less than five times, he ate a whole pizza at one point, and when they get back to the hotel or wherever they’re staying he crashes and sleeps like hes fucking dead. he is dead he has died

When Sky Isn’t running War drinks (and getting himself little treats in the process) he’s making sure the others aren’t drowning. He’s the one actually keeping an eye on people (Twilight is too but Twi’s more likely to run off on his own for a bit and Sky stays with the others for the most part). He does quite enjoy relaxing though so he spends a lot of time just floating in a pool, but he likes the slides and he likes being silly

Hyrule and Wild are just going on the slides over and over and over and over and over and over and over again with zero sign of dying energy. That’s all they do. After the group goes home they get upset because they didn’t even notice half of what else the water park had because all they did was go down slides

Legend surprisingly does spend some time sticking by War, especially during the hottest part of the day. He’s gotta reapply his sunscreen so he doesn’t get burnt to death and explode and when the sun’s super high in the sky he’s under the umbrella over one of the chairs War has reserved for everyone’s stuff. War is, ofc, asleep (because he feels comfortable completely falling asleep with Legend there watching over him) so there’s no bickering out of those two until Sky comes over to check in and War wakes up. Legend definitely spends a lot of time with Sky as well, they have similar energy levels where they have that “I NEED TO RUN AROUND!!!!” voice but their bodies can’t quite keep up due to chronic pain/fatigue so they take it easy

Four spends a good portion of his time in the lazy river completely zoned the fuck out, but when he’s not there he’s getting drowned trying to play volleyball or he’s going on the slides

Wind rotates who he hangs out with because yes he loves water and water parks but its more fun to be with FRIENDS. He does convince War to go down one of the big slides (by lying to him) and gets Sky to watch the stuff, and he spends some time with Wild and Hyrule as well. He’s the one who sees the most of Time sneaking around

Who left the water park with a nice, noticeable tan? War, Twi, Sky, and Wind

Who left the water park with a super uncomfortable burn? Legend

Time left a little pink but not in pain, Wild and Hyrule did tan but it wasn’t super noticeable, Four was completely unaffected by the sun he put his sunscreen on and didnt tan OR burn

[blondies4ever]

Headcannons

♡ tsukishima kei ♡

~when you sit next to him in class (he likes you)

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Sitting by him in class, means him turning things into a competition like who writes the title faster, or who reads something quicker, but he always 'wins' cause you never know about it

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Sitting by him in class, is him pretending not to notice you copy but really he just let's you cause he secretly likes you

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Sitting by him in class, means having to deal with him teasing you all the time

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Sitting by him in class, means you can annoy him and gossip to him all class and he'll just there pretending not to listen but makes small comments every few minutes

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Sitting by him in class, means him watching you as you concentrate but if you say anything about it he'll call you delusional with a blush on his face

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Sitting by him in class, means him telling you to shut up when the teacher is looking or saying something important, and if you don't and get told off he'll just smirk at you calling you dumb

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Sitting by him in class, means him teasing you about having a lower score in your tests even if it was by like 2 numbers below

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Sitting by him in class, while he likes you if your knees accidentally touch or one of you accidentally kick each other, he'll always blame in on your either "sitting too close" or "moving too much" even if it was his fault but he won't move his leg away

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Sitting by him in class, and of your in a bad mood he'll tease you less, and might even ask why your so moody just to hear you rant about something stupid

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Sitting by him in class, means he'll insult your handwriting but he actually thinks it's cute saying things like "wow no wonder you get such low scores the teacher probably can't even read it" but your scores was like 4 less than his

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Sitting by him in class, while he let's doodle in his book silly things with a small blush on his face looking away to hide it

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Sitting by him in class, means when another guy trys to talk to you he'll death state them u tim they get uncomfortable and leave, leaving you confused cause you thought you said something wrong but he'll just say "I don't know he looked like an idiot anyways"

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Sitting by him in class, when you say something wrong he'll tease you about it all lesson but if someone else did he'll give them glares the rest of the lesson and insult them

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Sitting by him in class, means you two trying to annoy each other over and over again like its a competition to see who gets pissed off first

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Sitting by him in class, when you give him small notes saying stupid things or drawings he secretly keeps them all but will never show anyone or admit it

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Sitting by him in class, and you compliment his work or how smart he is he'll say something cocky but with a blush on his face

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{Hiiii, I hope you liked this please request if you want any other characters or if you want other headcannons 🤍}

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[salparadiselost]

Bruce heard the steps behind him, but he didn’t turn. He stayed there, forehead pressed down to the Computer consul as the boy approached.

He knew exactly who it was, just by the pace, the way he balanced his weight, the slight favouritism towards his left leg because he had gotten a bad hit there last week. In the back of his head, he noted that he should probably make sure his physical therapy assignments were up to date. If this had been another time, he would have been sending them into his email every day.

“I got you a coffee,” said Tim, coming around the back of the chair and slipping into a seat next to Bruce. He placed the steaming mug on the consul, blatantly ignoring the ‘no liquids at the Batcomputer’ rule as consistently as every Robin had.

Bruce lifted his head, blinking at the mug. It took him a second to realise that it was his favourite mug, one that Dick had painted for him when he had attended a birthday party at age 10. Crudely drawn elephants, lions and clowns danced across its circumference. There were figures that might have been acrobats or might have been monkeys in the air.

“Is it…” his question trailed off, but Tim smiled, reading the silence.

“It’s Irish. I used the Macallan.”

“Not the…”

“Oh no, I’m not a heathen,” Tim said with a scoff. “It’s just the 12-year one.”

Bruce didn’t quite smile, but he nearly did. He lifted up the mug and took a sip, feeling the heat and liquor run down his throat and into the pit of his stomach. It didn’t do much to fight against the consuming chill in the middle of his chest, but it helped. Tim sitting beside him, knowing about Bruce’s favourite mug and his guilty pleasure, an Irish coffee, helped.

He looked towards the boy and saw Tim scanning over the computer screens, reading the results of Bruce’s failed experiment for himself.

“I tried this too,” he said finally, taking a sip from his own mug. “Mine failed at this step, though. You at least got a little further.”

Bruce and Tim were very alike in so many ways.

“I used your data as a guide,” he said quietly. “They were good experiments. Logical thoughts.”

Tim snorted through his nose. “Fat lot of good that did for me.”

“Same amount of good that it’s doing for me.”

They descended into silence. Not quite comfortable, but it was nicer than being alone.

“Does it make you feel better?” asked Tim, after a few minutes. “I always thought he would make me feel better than it actually did.”

Bruce’s eyes flicked back up to the screen. Clark’s face was displayed over the word ‘failure’. It wasn’t even a good picture. It was the standard-issue League one that Bruce had demanded they all took with a neutral expression. He almost wished that he has used the ‘silly one’ that Clark had insisted on taking too. That one showed more of Clark’s personality than the stone faced, almost mug-shot, ever did.

“It makes me feel like I’m doing something,” replied Bruce, knowing it wasn’t a real answer. Tim understood though. He knew that doing something and letting his mind be consumed with a task felt better than sitting in the grief of what he had lost. He also would know the sting of failure, the way that red digital word ate into Bruce’s soul and reminded him that Clark was gone, gone, gone. How it made him feel like Clark was dying again but in smaller and more frequent ways. Reliving it all again. Making it be Bruce’s fault all over again. It was failure compounded, because maybe if he punished himself enough, he could get his mind off the biggest failure of them all.

Beside him, Tim nodded. “Yeah, it made me feel worse too.”

The cave buzzed around them in constant sound. The machines whirred lowly. The bats chittered above. There was a drip from within the cave system that was echoing into the main atrium.

“I think maybe you should try switching your compound here,” said Tim, pointing to one of the chemical formulas Bruce had written out. “When I did this, I thought about going more acidic but I couldn’t figure out how to stabilize the…”

Bruce breathed deeply through his nose, put his coffee to the side, and bent over the table to figure out the impossible with his son.

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 33

Ch 34 was so painful to complete- but we'll be back to the invincible timeline (for now) and soon-ish the multi-mark war and the bad end(I'll make sure to be one chapter and then we'll go back to our main timeline).

I'll also probably have dedicated chapters in between the main plot so the ship endings wouldn't be like- out of place.

On a different note- man, are gaming PCs a lot of money... I just want to play my silly 60+ gb games without my poor laptop turning into a plane 😭

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 33 >>next(TBC)

Bruce stared silently at Clark, taking in his anger with a blank face. “Don’t even try to lie to me.” Clark interrupted Bruce before the man could even speak. “I had an interesting… conversation tonight with your youngest daughter. Why couldn’t I hear her while she lived here?” Bruce’s eyebrows furrowed. “I used Luthor’s soundproofing-“

“I just asked you not to lie to me.” Clark’s hands shook. He didn’t want to believe his friend would neglect you and interfere with your childish hopes of a hero coming to rescue you. “I can hear your heartbeat- I always did, I used it to check and see if you’re still alive when you went too long with no Brucie appearance and unanswered texts- I hear Alfred’s, the kids’, the animals’, but hers- for the longest time I thought you just got another pet. And then it stopped. I heard it stop, and come back, but it was wrong-“

“I could hear you talk, whisper, groan in pain, but I couldn’t hear her pleas for help- she said she specifically asked me for help, Bruce. Prayed to take her away from you.” The Kryptonian’s voice shook as he finally landed, taking a deep breath. “So I’ll ask again, what did you do?” Bruce couldn’t answer him. He couldn’t because it didn’t make sense.

As soon as he knew Superman could hear everything everywhere, he made sure to find ways against it, even stealing from Lex once the other billionaire succeeded. Clark shouldn’t have heard anything at all.

Stephanie met Duke’s eyes, both sharing a similar look of shame and worry. The blonde was ashamed to acknowledge that she didn’t think it was that serious, kids get ignored all the time- she sure did- but she found people who gave a damn about her… You didn’t find them until you left. Until you did what she did. While she found a home in Batman as Cluemaster neglected her, Bruce neglected you. Despite that, you didn’t want his attention anymore, you just wanted to be left alone, just wanted them to carry on ignoring you. You only bit back when they wouldn’t listen anymore.

Duke, on the other hand, was more worried about how the shadow in the corner grew antsy, angry even. His eyes moved back to the two men arguing. “… Is this a bad time to ask if you know you’re being haunted?”

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After what happened last night, you woke up early and started preparing, not like you had slept much. After talking to Lady Gotham back then, the sleepless nights returned, nightmares worse than ever.

You didn’t need sleep. It came with the immortality shtick or whatever Death said- but you couldn’t just lie in your bed with your own thoughts, and leaving to do something else isn’t an option. Besides your mom having a sixth sense for what her kids are doing at any point, you’re sure your luck will bring you face-to-face with Superman, or worse, his son.

Morgan has been watching you make sandwiches and pack fruit for a few minutes now. He didn’t sleep much either, much more used to the quiet buzzing of their ships, the scream of others, than the pleasant sound of the animals, of others feeling safe to sleep in such close proximity. When he heard your footstep, he took it as a good time to also “wake up”.

He cleared his throat, and you flinched at the sound. “Sorry…” But you just waved him off. “It’s fine, I should have been paying a bit more attention to my surroundings. Do you need anything?” As you turned to face him, watching as he closed the door behind him, he just nodded. “Just want to talk.”

“I seem to be doing that a lot lately.” You snort and move to sit down at the table. Morgan followed suit. “Nolan used you as an example for...” The balding Viltrumite got right into it, but cleared his throat on the word. He didn’t want to associate it with something that could happen to you. “It was a complete hunch on his part, I saw it on his face, throwing out everything that may stick- it worked.”

Morgan shrugged, not quite looking at you as he played with the lace tabletop. “Maybe he didn’t see it on Thragg, but I’ve seen that boy grow since he was a babe- you affect him. You affect me… We looked up on that internet stuff you kids can’t stop talking about, case studies and documentaries, and things like that- Markus helped. I-… Thank you for trusting me to be such a close part of your life. You didn’t have to- but you did. You had every right not to. You and your family gave me what I’ve always wanted, even more than that.”

“Before the plague, I knew many who, after mating, the ones who were raped, changed. More paranoid, quicker to anger, refusing to leave their houses… Some left. Sometimes we’ll find their bodies just floating through space.” He sighs and finally looks at you. “I thought they were weak. Didn’t realize how it actually affected them- how bad it can destroy the body and mind.”

“Have you ever-“ He shakes his head. “Never been interested in adding to the population… Never wanted it to be just having children, but we don’t date or have romances like you humans.” Your fingers tap the table as you take everything in, a sigh escaping you as you lean back. “You’re on earth now. It’s never too late.”

“… Did you think that would distract me?” Morgan sighs. “Usually works.” You shrug. “I’m trying to be serious.” You get up from your chair, going back to packing food with a huff. “I know- there’s just no need for- whatever this is. You were raised-“

“This isn’t about how or what we were made to believe. My loyalty was never to the Empire. It’s about my selfish want for you to not see me as they do- just a dangerous machine to be avoided.” You pouted, slowing down your movements. “I’m not-“

“You are. And I don’t like it. You’re tense. I’m not- I don’t want you to think of me like that, and I don’t want you to trust Thragg because he apologized…” Morgan rubbed his face, grumbling into the palms of his hands. This was a mess- asking you to trust him while telling you not to trust Thragg, but he knew that the prince wasn’t mentally sound about you, and he couldn’t have you added to the blood on his hands. Not when you gave him a better choice, not when your family let him in, maybe not with open arms, but the weary smiles were more than he’s ever had.

He raised his head to look at you, scooting the chair you sat in closer. “I don’t hate you- nor am I scared of you. It’s just… People here already tend to blame the victim and believe the abuser, or give them more compassion. If it’s a male victim, you’ll hear that he should have wanted it, that he’s lucky- if it’s a woman, they’ll call her a whore, that she wanted it, that she asked for it. It hit a bit too close to home to hear you both talk about rape as if it were just another Tuesday. I felt- disappointed. And angry.”

Your knee bumped his. “But why do you not want me to be trusting of our little princess?” Morgan looked dead in your eyes as he muttered his answer. “…Because he looks at me?” You couldn’t help the way your lip twitched. “That’s hardly grounds for distrust, gramps-“ Morgan just groans, almost whining. “He looks at you like that Kent boy and Luthor do.” You stumbled over your words at the implication. “Luthor and Kon don’t- I’m changing the subject- go change, we’re going out.”

Morgan huffs, knees creaking as he gets up. “You’re in denial.” It’s the last thing he says as he walks out. “No- I am not in denial!”

Now, since Kon woke up, he was spying on you- eavesdropping, really. He just wanted to make sure you’re okay- or at least, that is how he rationalized his behavior… It also kept him occupied from listening to Damian and Jon whine.

And you can’t possibly be mad at him forever- Lex probably has the house bugged out to hell and back, hell, littlest Wayne would probably bug it too when he gets the chance, Kon’s just doing it in an environmentally friendly way.

So, when he heard you were planning an outing with the old man, he took it upon himself to invite himself. He needed to get friendly with his future lover’s family, after all, and he was sure Nolan already hated him- but Morgan and Debbie could be swayed over, he was sure.

He kept close to the low fence, the tight tank top he was wearing a deliberate choice to show off his muscles - chicks liked that, right?- and when you walked out, followed by Morgan, his breath hitched, panic settling in as he checked himself over. When you two lifted off the ground, he did too, launching himself in your direction before you could leave.

Something appeared in his way, and Kon stopped before he could crash into the figure that blocked his path. He frowned at Thragg, trying to move away from him, just for the Grand Regent to block his path again. “Dude, what’s your problem?” The young man hisses, and the older Viltrumite gets closer. “You.”

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“Why are you showing me all of this?” The gravel crunched as Morgan walked closer to the altar, his eye moving from the greenery to you. “It’s quiet. A safe place. When you get a bit more freedom, you can come here whenever you want and nobody will find you… besides me.” You shrug, fixing the flowers and plants. “...When?”

“I believe in you.” Your turn to face him. “But this isn’t your only stop. I believe I promised you a dog.” Morgan's eyes trace your face. He’s seen his fellow Viltrumites act like nothing was wrong, like they were beyond feeling anything. You’d beat them, in his opinion. “And I believe I told you, I don’t need it.”

But when you smiled at him, one that reached your eyes, he couldn’t argue anymore.

The voices of the assistant and yours are mixing with the dogs barking- he regrets letting you boss him around, letting you get him here with all these yapping mutts. His eyes went down to the dog, which tried to ram into him, watching as the animal took hold of the hem of his jeans and tried to rip them off, growling all the while.

Well, maybe one wouldn’t hurt.

Morgan crouches down, watches as the mut stops trying to take a bite of his pants, and he picks it up. As the dog is nibbling on his fingers, he makes his way back to you, towering over you and the desk lady. “I want this one.” As you turn to look at him, you can’t help but do a double-take at the dog he is holding. “Damn, gramps, didn’t take you for the chihuahua type-“

“Language. And he’s small, but fierce. Like you.”  The lady watched the interaction with a smile, biting her cheeks as his jabs made you sputter through your words before you quickly gave up, shaking your head before turning back to her. As you took care of the papers and payment, Morgan looked at the shaking dog. It was ugly. His eyes are too far apart, looking at you and him at the same time, while his tongue is sticking out and his little mug scarred, probably from the other dogs. The old Viltrumite smiled at his new puppy, doing his best to gently pet it. “Alright-“ You tap the desk, putting the papers inside your bag. “Let’s go-“

“Home?” He asks, and you sigh and whine. “No- there’s still so much to see-“

“I’m old, my bones hurt-“ He jests, smirking as he knows you’re not eating any of the shit he’s presenting. “Let’s go home.” But you just roll your eyes. “We still need to buy stuff for the pup-“

“More money spent. And if it is such a necessity, can’t we get that stuff from your phone?” The old Viltrumite almost whines, following you out the door as the shelter assistant goes to help somebody else. “It’ll take too long, I don’t want to get home yet, and it’s fine, it’s Bruce’s money!”

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Clark Kent trusts easily, and he loves even more easily. He loves his parents, the ones who gave up on their chance so that he could live, and the ones who raised him and made him the man he is today. He loves the family he created, and the son Lex created while he was “dead”, even if it took a bit of healing. He loves his friends, because that’s what the league is to him- friends. Diana, Queen, Barry, Arthur, Dinah- all of them he holds dear.

Above all, he thought he and Bruce were on better terms, closer. He should have known better- a paranoid man like Bruce didn’t have friends, he barely had children he actually cared for.

Clark’s face soured at the thought. That was a petty thing for him to think, but what else could he believe? He understood privacy, he understood that Bruce wouldn’t want him to check up on him with the possibility of hearing something he shouldn’t- but how much of Bruce going out of his way to build anti-him fields was for privacy and how much was it for hiding stuff from those who could do something to stop him Clark didn’t know.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why you? Why take you in if he’s just going to lock you away, hide you like some shameful secret? Lex and Lois always gushed over your achievements, or just plain stuff, not that he was speaking with his nemesis, but it was hard not to get the man to ramble if your name came up in the conversation. It was so easy for others to love you. It was easy for him to like you even if you hated him.

He didn’t get it. Because even if you were a failure, the worst of the worst, every child deserves to be loved. If Bruce could care about Joker, he could care about you. He just chose not to.

His trust in Bruce is not gone- it hurts to think that it could be gone- but he can’t trust him like he once did. Bruce may be willing to put himself and those he cares about at risk, but Clark wasn’t, not anymore. There was always another option, and if he couldn’t find one… You always seemed to be fine with saving your loved ones first and foremost. He’ll live with that, too.

Clark filtered out Damian arguing on the phone with Richard as he walked inside his own house, sighing as the night and day spent with Bruce drained him worse than Kryptonite does. Arguing always exhausted him, arguing with thick-headed billionaires was even more tiring. He stops in the middle of the hall and does a double-take as his eyes catch Kon’s pouting, battered figure as Lois helps disinfect his wounds. “What happened to you?”

“You should see the other guy- aw! Mom!” Kon whines, rubbing the spot his mom slapped, but Lois just looks at Clark. “I take it you did a bit of a detour?” The man has the gall to look ashamed at leaving without announcement, and for a whole night and day at that. “Sorry…” Clark mutters, getting closer and sitting next to her, slumping on the old couch. Lois’ eyes trace his tired figure. “… That bad, huh?”

You were having a familiar experience as you and Morgan finally reached home, the dog running amok as he decided the bags were more fun than the actual toys.

“I leave for one day and you get into a fight-“ Thragg huffs at your words, not even flinching as you took over and started helping him clean his broken nose. “That child can’t keep to his own business.” You ignore his whining. “Child? Did you fight Jon?! Thragg, he’s just a kid-“

“Not the baby.” Thragg rolls his eyes, and yet, his face softened as he looked at you. “The other one with jewelry all over his face. He was trying to go after you and Con-…” His brows twitch as he corrects himself. “After you and Morgan.” You groan. “Ok… well, I’d still rather you not fight anyone without them being- I don’t know, an active threat to the average human.”

“I don’t want the boy around you.” You roll your eyes at him. “You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my husband or my father.” Thragg gives you a blank look, raising one eyebrow. “…You listen to Nolan?” And you just cackle.

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Sneak peek ch 34:

“Don’t forget to tell your other dad, he’s still the adult.” You yell before closing the door. “Will do! Even though I’m an adult too. So… What do you do?” Kon asked Morgan, squinting at him. “Eat hearts.” The young man squeaked at the blank face the old Viltrumite had. “That’s… nice. Maybe we can show you some other hobbies?” Jon gave a shaky smile.

[0celesteisthebest0]

ELLE!!

Getting into this chapter, I love the way you write history and characters, you touch on this theme on the first chapter but you expand on it here. I love the way you create a feeling with the reader of a little lasting connection of an old classmate because that is so relatable! The reader just wants to get out of her comfort zone is so so real because I feel the same way at moments and her waiting for them to come is just so AAaa anxiety inducing.

Man being stood up is such a shitty feeling too cause it really shows the lack of communication and lack of care on the other person.

OOP and you get a blessing of beautiful baseball men coming into the building and AAAAAAAAa BEN!!!!!!!!!

HIm mouthing the shortstop makes me giggle GENUINELY so silly I love him dearly. It is so in character for him to just initiate contact like that with no problems and oh the introduction to Will!!

Oh then the nerves of the reader coming in is oh so relatable because what do you do in a situation like this. Where Baseball players start to sit next to you!

THEN SEEING FRANKIE AAAAA instant swoon he's equally nervous which I can't help but love! Because he really doesn't know how the react to this either it's new to the both of you.

BENNY THE SWEATHEART THAT HE IS GOD!! Him inviting you over to their table in case they don't show makes me smile really cause even without knowing you well he is trying to look out for you.

EEEEEe Frankie not being able to look away from you either even though he's out with his friends. Frankie's nerves immediately coming up with your presence at the table. AND HIS INSECURITIES TO :( NOOOO FRANKIE STOP.

The comparing him to the rest of his friends and placing himself so low is just so! I want him to see that he should not be comparing himself in such a way because we all want him bad.

The way you set up dynamics Elle is so amazing genuinely cause you create a setting with how the friends for years interact with one another and a new person with Tom being...Tom. But also showing how Santi is always so observant with how Frankie is feeling in relation to what the others do.

How smooth talking Santi is and how the reader is even moving away from Tom to be closer to Frankie!

Oh then Will and Benny having mutual friends with reader and that immediate comfort of before coming back with the Miller boys. LOL and reader embarrassing Tom made me chuckle a little.

Still I love how Frankie sees how quickly she fits in with them without treating them any differently. YOUR CONFESSION TO HIM ABOUT NOT KNOWING A LOT ABOUT BASEBALL AND HIM IMMEDIATELY THINKING OF YOU IN EVERY SCENARIO OF SHOWING YOU THE SPORT AAAAAAAAAAAA my heart!

AA Santi kissing your check that little bastard he knows how Frankie feels he most definitely did that on purpose. OH AND FRANKIE STARING AS YOU GO TO YOUR CAR!! YESS we are so happy that classmate didn't show up oh my god I love this series so much Elle I'm so serious.

concessions

part 2 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francesco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

wordcount: 2.4k

warnings: none (yet)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier baseball AU - trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, you run into the guys outside of the stadium and they promptly decide you’re going to be friends with them.

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Your friend was twelve minutes late. Not overly long but you could already tell what was going to happen.

It had been a long shot, anyway, an old classmate with little lasting connection. You had been trying to push yourself outside of your comfort zone anyway, why not? When she had originally reached out you’d been full of hope, enough to foolishly order your favorite appetizer as a ice breaker but the effort was in vain.

Fingernails gently clicking against the table, you caved and allowed yourself to look at your phone. It brought instant comfort, to escape the exposure of sitting alone in a restaurant, but you couldn’t stay. The air was cold as you sucked it through your teeth, weighing your options. The confidence it took to eat alone after being stood up was facing a strong competitor: your general policy not to waste good food and good money.

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Pepperoni - "Be a good girl, and you'll get what you want"

Sausage - "Better not waste a drop"

Olives - "Swallow every last bit. NOW!"

Jalapenos - "Always such a fucking brat"

Onions - "I saw you being a little slut"

Green Peppers - "I'm gonna have that ass glowing red by the time I'm done with you"

Tomatoes - "Do you enjoy pissing me off?"

Mushrooms - "Wrong, wanna try again"

Salami - "You’re gonna get an attitude adjustment if you keep being a brat”

Chicken - "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?"

Basil - "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy"

Garlic - "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum"

Cilantro - "Stop crying and fucking take it"

Roasted Peppers - "Couldn’t help yourself, could you?"

Artichokes - "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut for me to use"

Bacon - "What would your brother think if he caught us"

Banana Peppers - "Taking it from both ends? It’s cause you’re a fucking whore"

Ham - "Such a whore you’re getting off on my thigh?"

Buffalo Chicken - "Such a fucking crybaby, just fucking take it all"

Spinach - "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock"

Pineapple - "Been such a good girl, tonight you deserve a reward"

Arugula - "I love stretching this pussy out"

Broccoli - "Made just for me huh?"

Gorgonzola cheese - "Are you always this fucking loud?"

Parmesan cheese - "Awe... did that hurt? Tuff luck I'm gonna do it again"

Mozzarella- “All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it”

Feta cheese - “God, I love watching your makeup get ruined”

Cheddar cheese - “cumming for me already? Such a needy slut”

Roasted Mushrooms - “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy”

Roasted Artichokes - “im gonna put a baby in you”

Gouda cheese - “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl”

Red peppers - “No. Go change”

BBQ Chicken - “Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby”

Canadian bacon - "Do you need an attitude adjustment"

Meatballs - "Why do you always have to complain?"

Chorizo - "Alright, you spent my money. You know what to do now"

Pulled pork - "God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you"

Prosciutto - "I love making this pretty pussy squirt"

Anchovies - "How are you already drenched"

Sweet Onions - "Are you done complaining?"

Cherry Tomatoes - "Gonna regret it tomorrow when you can’t sit right"

Sun-dried tomatoes - "Gonna look so pretty pregnant"

Provolone - "Always look best with a face covered in my cum"

Ricotta - "I love your voice but it's always my favorite when you're moaning my name"

Goat cheese - "Get on your knees and beg"

Buratta - "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another"

Fontina - "wipe that fucking smirk off your face"

Pepper jack. - "If you wanna be a whore go back to his place then"

Colby Jack - "If you keep running that mouth you're not gonna cum tonight"

Romano - "You're the biggest disappointment to your family. You're a whore and now you're a fucking liar"

Kale - "I love knowing I ruined you so good you can only cum when I make you"

Shrimp - "I'll be gentle"

Turkey sausage - "Only the best for my girl"

Roasted asparagus - "Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it"

Shallots - "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you"

Oregano - "Please, let me cum in you"

Mozzarella balls - “Gonna get yourself in trouble”

Vegan sausage - “God you love it when I slap that pretty little face of yours”

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Pink lemonade - Degrading Kink

Diet Coke - Recording Kink

Pepsi - Oral Kink

Diet Pepsi - Biting

Sparkling Water - Spitting

Red bull - Hickeys

Mt. Dew - Dom/ Sub (Is reader a dom or sub?)

Water - Breeding Kink

Wine - Free Use Kink

Black Tea - Choking

Green Tea - Doggy Position

Boba - Anal

Strawberry Smoothie - Bondage

Apple Juice - Pain Kink

Slushie - Safe word used

Sun Tea - Sir kink

White Claw - Crying

Truly - Belly Bulge

Mango Smoothie - Baby trapping

Orange juice - morning sex

Vodka soda - Somnophilia/ sleepy sex

Tequila sunrise - Wax Play

Vodka redbull - Squirting

Coke Zero - High sex

Cranberry juice - Caught in the act

Mojito - Loss of virginity

Old Fashion - Drunk sex

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[ask007n7]

sending this ask for you to use to ramble about your au/any random fun facts if you want to :P

Mod jay- BROOKE SAID I COULD YAP LALALLAALA! (We share some headcannons but also we have a few different ones so take all of these for my 7n7)

if sm doesn’t make since I apologize I just sorta yap with words I understand but others may not

also this is all about 7n7, Noli, and Telamon

General tw for sh and stuff 🥲

yappathon under cut

7n7 : mainly He/Him/They/Them

does sh when board, doesn’t think much of it (comes to bite him in the ass later on)

Can speak normally just chooses not to

🌈✨bisexual✨🌈

The use of the c00lgui can sting and takes a ton of his energy, as well as causing permanent red marks on his back stemming out from a star shape in the middle of his back

his tail is permanent, his horns are not.

he can create new limbs for himself using the c00lgui but only as long at the c00lgui is active

the ankle monitor has limited his power but as he grows he becomes more power and that’s the more the ankle monitor has to limit (ohhh my gosh I can wait to share this really cool writing I’m working on we’re this comes into play hehehehe)

c00lkidd was a nickname Noli gave 7n7 when they were out hacking

loves Noli and Telamon

Noli : Mainly She/Her/Its/It

Has dreads they just are buried under her mask, hood, and hat. (Also I’m just genuinely bad at drawing dreads so uhm I’m gunna try my best!)

has a silly clown type hat they always wear

the mask is a theater type mask and is decorated differently on both sides

She can’t help the way she talks but 7 helps by talking the same

she has a silly tail :3

tends to hide the happy side of her mask since it’s annoys her

loves 7n7, liked Telamon

Telamon : They/Them/We/He/Him

Talks in the 3rd person about himself

listens to Builderman with no questions asked (…you probably shouldn’t have listened to builderman with the 7n7 thing man 🥺 you lost a pookie)

eagle wings, has multiple sets of wings but prefers to only show a few

has multiple sets of eyes but mainly shows 2 or 4 at a time

Greatest sword fighter of all time but cannot understand basic human emotions (please help him)

it wasn’t that he was a bad father to 1x4 he was just absent most of it (“you ruined my life!” “How could I ruin your life? I wasn’t even there!?” /ref [please someone get this])

Several bird attributes like wings, talons, tail, mostly feathers instead of chest/arm/leg hair

builds nests because bird

can speak in any language (were I jay can barely speak my main language English 🥲)

he genuinely did like 7n7 he just didn’t understand the emotion at the time and deeply regrets it (he is still figuring out his emotions about Noli)

[sturniolo04]

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To say you were obsessed with your boyfriend is simply an understatement. Everything little thing he did was either cute or sexy and sometimes even both at the same time and matt could do anything but chuckle and smile at you when you brought those specific things to his attention.

You two were sitting quietly in the drive thru of In-N-Out out being the spoiled princess you are he took you to get you exactly what you wanted for dinner. You knew that matt's allergies were at an all time high abnormally which meant lots of headaches, eye rubbing, and most of all sneezing.

"do you wanna watch a movie tonight lover"

you ask simply not getting an immediate response you look over a matt who had brought up the blue shirt he was wearing up and over his mouth and nose, closing his eyes and of course sneezing which was insanely cute.

"did that come out of you"

you ask smiling and giggling at him as he nods his head 'yes' his face still in his shirt.

"you have a cute sneeze babe what the fuck"

you states seriously as matt begins to chuckle finally bringing his shirt down shaking his head the random comment.

It was a random thursday night and you were in your typical spot next to matt in the matching gaming chair next to him watching him play fornite. Matt always claimed he wasnt the best at the game and that chris was but of course you didnt agree with him.

"i dont get this game like i- oh"

you trail off as you watch as matt locked in completely raking up his kills in the game to win.

"oh my god"

you quietly whisper to yourself. you jaw was completely dropped in pure shock as matt turns to look at you finally finishes the game ultimately growing bored of it.

"what why are looking at me like that"

matt question lightly chuckling at your facial expression.

"what the fuck mean did you just see what you did"

you exclaim as matt begins to laugh.

"it was nothing i told you im not that good at the game"

matt begins taking his headset off finally.

"okay whatever you say matthew"

you respond rolling your eyes.

"nope"

you states seeing matt was trying to lean over and give you a kiss.

"what why not"

matt states offended you rejected him.

"not until you admit your pretty good at the game"

you states simply crossing your arms over your chest.

"okay okay fine im good at it happy"

matt chuckles as you nod your head 'yes' placing a quick kiss to his soft lips.

"I just dont understand why cant you just you know in here"

you trail off look up at matt. you were trying to convince him relive the pressure in between your thighs that lets face it he created. the only problem was you two were in the dressing room at random clothing store. the only reason why you two were there was because matt needing new jeans the other ones being somewhat worn.

"baby no just wait till we get home im almost done"

matt tries to reason with you.

"no no i cant wait you created this problem matthew-"

you trail off stepping closer to his towering figure, looking up at him poking his chest in the process to remind him that this situation and distress you were in was his fault completely.

"how is it my fault"

matt asks even though he need how it was his fault as he gaze down into your widely blown brown doe eyes allowing his tongue to pass through his lips seductively, he knew what he was doing. You immediately catch this the pink tint and the pressure in between your thighs becoming more evident.

"no stop that"

you state tilting you head sideways at your boyfriend.

"stop what what are you talking about silly"

matt coaxes giving you a small smirk.

"you know what you are doing and youre annoying for it"

you huff out rolling your eyes walking away from him sitting down on the dressing room bench in there.

Road trips to Boston with Matt were always fun especially the gas station stops. not because of the snack but because it was always something about seeing your boyfriend filling up the car at a gas station that you looked forward to. It was just insanely attractive.

"hi handsome"

you greets walking up to him in your guys matching simple grey hoodie with his hood up showcasing his fluffy hair you love. you two decided to wear today since you two were going to be in the car for the most part.

"hi you what did you get me"

matt asks looking at you. You subtly look around to see if there was anyone at the gas station at the moment which thankfully there was no one in sight or cameras as well.

"i got you this"

you trail off as matt gives you a questionably look before he lets his jaw drop watching you raise up your hoodie showing your bare chest.

"babyy no"

matt quickly lets out jumping over the gas pump coming up to you quickly pulling your hoodie down.

"matt what are you doing"

you squeal out giggling as matt picking you up carrying you back to your side of the car to put you inside opening the door sitting you in your seat successfully with you still giggling.

"what are you trying to do you silly girl"

matt groans out reaching over and buckling your seatbelt for you.

"i want you matt you just look so good filling up the tank you know"

you huff out tipping your head back to rest against the head rest of the seat.

"oh so you trying to get me put a baby in you and get me in trouble huh"

matt grins leaning over you to grab his wallet as you shrug your shoulders trying to act innocent.

"oh my goodness what am i going to do with you"

matt chuckles leaving a kiss to your forehead.

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.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Castiel Novak x fem!reader | fluff

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: When Dean suggests a rare beach getaway, the last thing anyone expects is for Castiel to join — and to take it very literally. Between seagull-print shorts and sunscreen disasters, the angel finds himself experiencing more than just sunshine and sand.

⭑.ᐟ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Dean was the first to suggest it. “Let's take a few days off. No hunting, no ghosts, no demons. Just the beach, beer, and no one dying.”

Surprisingly, Sam agreed quickly, and you accepted, because who doesn't like to relax?

The most unexpected thing was that Castiel agreed. “Days off?” He asked, with that confused look on his face. “At the beach? I've never been to one, what's so good about them?”

Dean raised an eyebrow and rested his elbows on the kitchen table, already with that little smile of someone who is about to say something silly. “Lots of things, beer, sand stuck in inappropriate places, hot girls in bikinis, right in front of you...” Before he could continue, you slapped him on the shoulder. “Don't teach Cas nonsense.” Sam sighed, “You didn't go 10 seconds without talking crap.

Dean opened his mouth, ready to say something else, but you raised your finger. “No. You're not going to traumatize the angel before we even get to the beach.”

“Hey, I'm just helping him understand human complexity!” Dean protested.

Castiel looked at you, still confused. “So... the beach is an environment with a high level of physical activity and... sweat?”

“Something like that,” you said, trying not to laugh. “I don't think that would be pleasant for someone with normal psychological conditions...” “Which is not our case,” Sam argued. “That makes sense, since that's the case, I'll go.” You smiled. Of course he wanted to. Even without fully understanding, Castiel always chose to be with you. And just like that, the trip began.

The arrival at the cabin was smooth—surprisingly smooth, considering that you, Sam, Dean, and an angel were on vacation for the first time in existence.

While you and Sam unpacked, Dean took a quick shower.

The arrival at the cabin was peaceful—surprisingly peaceful, considering that you, Sam, Dean, and an angel on vacation for the first time in existence were together.

While you and Sam unpacked, Dean went to stock the fridge, and Castiel... disappeared.

It was only when you heard the bedroom door open that you saw him.

Cas was wearing seagull-print shorts and a ridiculously large straw hat.

You blinked.

Dean looked and coughed up his beer.

Sam didn't even try to hide his laughter.

“Cas... what is this?” You ask, your hand covering your mouth, trying really hard not to laugh.

“This is what humans wear at beach parties, right? Dean said it needs to be light and cool, so I opted not to wear a shirt.”

Castiel took two steps toward the door, ready to enjoy the sunny day, but before he could leave, you pulled him back. “Why are you all white like that?”

“I put on that white liquid you guys use.”

You frowned. “Liquid...?”

Dean's eyes widened. “For God's sake, Cas, how much sunscreen did you put on?”

Castiel held out his arms to show you, he was covered in sunscreen, from his legs to his face.

“I wanted to make sure I covered all the parts exposed to solar radiation.” Sam put his hand on his face. Dean was already crying with laughter. You went over to him with a towel, trying to help him and remove the excess sunscreen. “I'll teach you how to use it, sweetie" you say, laughing. “Are you laughing because you love me or because I failed?”

“Both.”

After leaving Cas with an acceptable amount of sunscreen, you finally went to the beach. You arranged your things in the shade of a palm tree, opened the sunshade, and spread out your towels.

Dean immediately took off his shirt and ran into the water shouting, “Atlantis, here I come!”

Sam sat in the shade, laughing at his brother almost drowning in the waves. You started to take off your jeans shorts, over your bikini—a cute crochet bikini, perfect for the occasion.

You looked at Cas, who in turn was looking at a crab with such concentration as if he were a surgeon performing brain surgery.

“Are you going in the water?” you asked.

“Yes, I checked today's weather and sea currents, there's no risk of drowning.”

“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically.

He looked at you and smiled slightly. “Want to come with me?”

“Only if you promise not to scare anyone with those horrible shorts.”

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared and returned shortly after wearing normal navy blue shorts with no seagull print and no hat. “Is that more appropriate?”

“Much more,” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

The water was delightful.

You walked hand in hand with Castiel, feeling the sand sink beneath your feet with every step. He seemed amazed, as if absorbing every detail, the smell of salt, the sound of children laughing in the distance, the sun's glare reflecting off the surface of the sea.

“That's... nice,” he said, with a calm but enchanted expression.

You smiled. “See? Taking a vacation is better than you thought.”

“Yeah... I guess so.” He submerged himself up to his shoulders and then turned his face toward you, as if seeing you in a new light under the sun. “You're beautiful,” he said simply.

“Thanks, Cas,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush.

Without realizing it, the water carried you away from where you were, to a more secluded spot where all you could hear was the gentle sound of the sea and the distant cries of seagulls.

“You're very quiet,” you said, floating on your back with your eyes closed, your arms open as if you were embracing the ocean.

“I'm just watching you.” He sat down on the sand, you hadn't gone very deep, and pulled you gently closer, making you sit on his lap. “Did I tell you you look beautiful?”

You smiled and snuggled up. “Yes, many times.”

Castiel rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist as if he feared the sea might carry you away. His touch was warm, even with the cold water around you. And for a moment, everything seemed frozen in time, as if the world were just the two of you, floating together in that vast blue expanse.

“This is perfect, and strange, how can something so huge bring so much peace?” He murmured.

“I don't know, but I think if you look it up, you'll find some poetry talking about it.”

“I don't need poetry, you're like the sea, sometimes calm, sometimes rough, it's hard to predict.”

You giggled, tilting your head to the side to face him. “That was poetic, Cas.”

“I'm reading, I want to be able to tell you how I feel.”

“You're doing great,” you whispered, touching his face affectionately.

You and Castiel got out of the water and spent some time looking for your sunshade.

When you got there, you found Dean almost melted into the towel, with a beer in his hands and sunglasses on. “Look who's back, have you guys stopped with the ‘honeymoon’ session yet?”

Sam, who was sitting reading a book under the sunshade, didn't even take his eyes off the page. “Dean, do you realize how many times you've been unbearable today?”

“On vacation, Sammy. I don't realize anything. Nor do I want to.”

You laughed and threw yourself on the towel next to him. “You're talking as if you didn't almost drown and scare all the kids on the beach trying to pretend to be a shark.”

“It was a great performance,” Dean tried to defend himself.

“If the shark had drunk five beers first,” you retorted when you noticed that Castiel was still standing next to you, like a statue. “Come here, angel, lie down with me.”

He hesitated at first, but soon gave in, lying down beside you, resting his head on his elbow, watching you with that curious look he used as if you were a mystery he wanted to slowly unravel.

“Cas is going to leave here tanned and in love,” Dean says with the last of his dignity.

“I was already in love before...” Castiel replies, but you interrupt him with a quick kiss. “Cas, relax.”

The small smile that appeared on his face was one that warmed you more than the sun. He reached out and touched your face with his still slightly damp fingers, tracing the curve of your cheek, and pulled you closer, joining your lips with his in a slow kiss.

Dean muttered something like, “Oh my God, I'm going to throw up rainbows,” but neither you nor Cas paid any attention.

And there, on the sand, to the sound of the waves, the wind, and the laughter around you, you both lay down side by side. Castiel looked up at the sky and then at you.

“I'm happy,” he said.

You smiled, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. “Welcome to vacation.”

[noelxbe]

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jae wondered what more he'd get to do himself. he knows he's still pretty new with being a trainee but he's making sure to try his best especially when he's apart of his dream company. he doesn't want them to think they wasted their time with him after his audition. plus noel was around and he'd get to see him even if he was busy. he tried to do the same with his own family whenever he got the chance to travel. "i know you wouldn't have. you'd make sure i was safe." he smiles at him. "you did and i believe you on that." he nods in agreement. "it really is. the wind is cutting through my jacket." he even tried to keep as warm as possible but it wasn't helping. "yes, let's do so." something like tea or even hot chocolate sounded nice right now. "good. i probably wouldn't have let go." he laughed a bit. "it is. so we're stuck holding hands now. don't want my hands to be cold at all."

noel has quite a few trainee friends, which he of course hopes to debut, but he’s also curious about what if they debut, what if noel debuts too? how much time will they have together then? noel hasn’t even debuted yet, yet his sister has told him to be careful around people of the other sex, that dating rumours can spread fast and from nothing. does he have to keep away from his female friends once he or they debut? noel is looking forward to debuting, but he’ll miss the current life he has.

“that’s my job, to keep you safe” he shows a smile to jaesung before breaking into a short laugh. “ah, a question, what do you prefer: something hot to drink when it’s cold? or something cold to drink when it’s hot?” noel looks at jaesung, curious of an answer for his silly little question. noel looks briefly down at their hands that are holding, for a second thinking, will people stare? then he remembers, does he care?