#judge pack 6

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Code Cracker Fang BT17-091

[fjordfolk]

troj has her last two shows in october and is in a class of only 5 entrants on day 1, which is the smallest we've ever been in

[vivsinkpot]

Zoom In, Don’t Glaze Over: How to Describe Appearance Without Losing the Plot

You’ve met her before. The girl with “flowing ebony hair,” “emerald eyes,” and “lips like rose petals.” Or him, with “chiseled jawlines,” “stormy gray eyes,” and “shoulders like a Greek statue.”

We don’t know them.

We’ve just met their tropes.

Describing physical appearance is one of the trickiest — and most overdone — parts of character writing. It’s tempting to reach for shorthand: hair color, eye color, maybe a quick body scan. But if we want a reader to see someone — to feel the charge in the air when they enter a room — we need to stop writing mannequins and start writing people.

So let’s get granular. Here’s how to write physical appearance in a way that’s textured, meaningful, and deeply character-driven.

1. Hair: It’s About Story, Texture, and Care

Hair says a lot — not just about genetics, but about choices. Does your character tame it? Let it run wild? Is it dyed, greying, braided, buzzed, or piled on top of her head in a hurry?

Good hair description considers:

Texture (fine, coiled, wiry, limp, soft)

Context (windblown, sweat-damp, scorched by bleach)

Emotion (does she twist it when nervous? Is he ashamed of losing it?)

Flat: “Her long brown hair framed her face.”

Better: “Her ponytail was too tight, the kind that whispered of control issues and caffeine-fueled 4 a.m. library shifts.”

You don’t need to romanticise it. You need to make it feel real.

2. Eyes: Less Color, More Connection

We get it: her eyes are violet. Cool. But that doesn’t tell us much.

Instead of focusing solely on eye color, think about:

What the eyes do (do they dart, linger, harden?)

What others feel under them (seen, judged, safe?)

The surrounding features (dark circles, crow’s feet, smudged mascara)

Flat: “His piercing blue eyes locked on hers.”

Better: “His gaze was the kind that looked through you — like it had already weighed your worth and moved on.”

You’re not describing a passport photo. You’re describing what it feels like to be seen by them.

3. Facial Features: Use Contrast and Texture

Faces are not symmetrical ovals with random features. They’re full of tension, softness, age, emotion, and life.

Things to look for:

Asymmetry and character (a crooked nose, a scar)

Expression patterns (smiling without the eyes, habitual frowns)

Evidence of lifestyle (laugh lines, sun spots, stress acne)

Flat: “She had a delicate face.”

Better: “There was something unfinished about her face — as if her cheekbones hadn’t quite agreed on where to settle, and her mouth always seemed on the verge of disagreement.”

Let the face be a map of experience.

4. Bodies: Movement > Measurement

Forget dress sizes and six packs. Think about how bodies occupy space. How do they move? What are they hiding or showing? How do they wear their clothes — or how do the clothes wear them?

Ask:

What do others notice first? (a presence, a posture, a sound?)

How does their body express emotion? (do they go rigid, fold inwards, puff up?)

Flat: “He was tall and muscular.”

Better: “He had the kind of height that made ceilings nervous — but he moved like he was trying not to take up too much space.”

Describing someone’s body isn’t about cataloguing. It’s about showing how they exist in the world.

5. Let Emotion Tint the Lens

Who’s doing the describing? A lover? An enemy? A tired narrator? The emotional lens will shape what’s noticed and how it’s described.

In love: The chipped tooth becomes charming.

In rivalry: The smirk becomes smug.

In mourning: The face becomes blurred with memory.

Same person. Different lens. Different description.

6. Specificity is Your Superpower

Generic description = generic character. One well-chosen detail creates intimacy. Let us feel the scratch of their scarf, the clink of her earrings, the smudge of ink on their fingertips.

Examples:

“He had a habit of adjusting his collar when he lied — always clockwise, always twice.”

“Her nail polish was always chipped, but never accidentally.”

Make the reader feel like they’re the only one close enough to notice.

Describing appearance isn’t just about what your character looks like. It’s about what their appearance says — about how they move through the world, how others see them, and how they see themselves.

Zoom in on the details that matter. Skip the clichés. Let each description carry weight, story, and emotion. Because you’re not building paper dolls. You’re building people.

[hvseung]

stuck (s. jy)

pairing: older ceo!jake x employee!reader (f)

genre: smut.

warnings: explicit smut, dominant jakey, profanity, cheating, oral (m receiving), minor mouth play, unprotected sex🥸, minors DNI !

wc: 4.4k

🎵now playing: slow down by chase atlantic

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As the clock ticked toward 6:00pm, the office was slowly beginning to clear out, the only noises heard being the soft whirring of computers and a few stragglers murmuring soft goodbyes as they packed their things. However, here you were, furiously wracking your brain on how you were going to manage to get through the piles of paperwork, which had been dumped on your desk during your shift, in the span of the next half an hour when all you could focus on was the night ahead of you. After a long and grueling week, a peaceful night with your boyfriend, Soobin, was just what you needed. You smiled to yourself, already imagining his easy laugh and the way he always reaches for your hand without even thinking. You loved your boyfriend, obviously…. “Fuck this” you thought as you gathered your belongings, eager to leave and push the rest of your work responsibilities to the back of your mind. That’s a Monday job.

You adjusted the strap on your purse as you stepped into the elevator, mind too preoccupied to notice the hand quickly jamming between the doors just before they could slide closed. They opened again with a soft chime and you were pulled out of your daydream by the sight of your boss, Mr Jake Sim, standing on the other side. His tall frame, clad in a perfectly tailored suit, was almost the caricature of corporate authority. Of course, he was still here. He was always the last to leave, the type who believed in leading by example, even if it meant setting an impossibly high bar. You’d grown to admire his work ethic, even if it made the rest of you look a little lazy by comparison. “Heading out?”

“Yes, just about to.” You replied, trying to mask the slight annoyance in your tone. The last thing you wanted was to get trapped in a conversation about quarterly reports when you were this close to freedom. You shifted awkwardly as he stepped in. The silence between the two of you was loud, the only noise being the hum of the elevator as it began its descent, the small space amplifying the tension between you. It wasn’t that you disliked Jake; it was just… you two had history and he had a way of making everyone feel like they were being judged. His presence was a stark reminder that, in the hierarchy of the corporate world, you were just another cog in the machine.

12…11…10…9… You glanced at your watch, willing the elevator to move faster. You were eager to get out of the building, away from the sterile fluorescent lights and the endless stream of emails that had plagued you all day. You thought about texting Soobin, who was probably waiting in the car park for you right now, to let him know that you were on your way down. 8…7… But as if in response to your thoughts, the elevator jolted to a sudden halt. The lights flickered before the emergency lighting kicked in, leaving a dim and eerie glow over the two of you.

“Did we just…?” You murmured, looking up at the ceiling.

Jake moved quickly, pressing the buttons on the panel, but received no response from them. He pulled his phone out before sighing, the first sign of irritation breaking through his composed exterior “No signal.”

“No… no no this can’t be happening-“ You groan, panic evident in your faltering tone.

Jake responded with a short nod, his expression unreadable. “It looks like we might be in here for a while.”

As the minutes dragged on, you tried not the think about how long you were going to be stuck like this, or how it was ruining your plans with Soobin and how you didn’t have signal to let him know. Instead, you focused on staying calm, hoping someone would come to your rescue soon. But with every passing second, the shiny metal walls of began to close in on you. The silence between you and Jake grew heavier… and it wasn’t just the discomfort of being trapped. There was an unspoken tension between the two of you that neither had fully addressed but were both painfully aware of.

A year ago, things had been different. You had been one of Jakes top performers, a rising star in the department. You were quick, innovative, and always willing to go the extra mile. Jake had recognized your potential early on, and he had taken you under his wing, mentoring you and giving you opportunities to shine. You had spent long hours working together on projects, strategizing late into the night. You had respected his keen business acumen, and he had appreciated your fresh perspective and dedication.

It was during those late nights that something had shifted between you both. At first, it was just a shared glance that lingered a little too long, or a casual touch—a hand on your back as he guided you into a meeting room, or the brush of fingers as you passed papers to each other. Neither of you acknowledged it but it was intoxicating, this mix of professional respect and undeniable attraction. Both of you knew it was dangerous. He was your boss, nearly a decade older, with a reputation to maintain. You were becoming a crucial member in the company, with too much at stake to risk your career over something that could never be. Yet, the attraction was there, undeniable and electric, simmering just beneath the surface of your interactions. Not to mention your relationship.

But everything changed six months ago. You had been working on a major client pitch—one that could secure a crucial contract for the company. You had poured everything into it, sacrificing weekends and late nights, and Jake had been there every step of the way, guiding you, challenging you to push harder. There was an unspoken understanding between both of you, a mutual trust. The late nights grew longer, and the tension between you more palpable. There were moments when you were alone in his office, when knees would bump and the conversation would drift away from work, and for just a second, you would both forget who they were supposed to be. The lines blurred, and the unspoken attraction nearly spilled over into something neither could take back.

Then, just days before the presentation, he had unexpectedly pulled her from the project. No explanation, no discussion—just a curt email informing you that the project would be handed over to another colleague. You had been blindsided. You tried to ask him why, to understand what had gone wrong, but he had become cold and distant, shutting down every attempt you made to discuss it. Rumours circulated that the decision had come from higher up, that Jake had been pressured by senior management, but he never confirmed or denied them.

The fallout had been swift. You felt humiliated, betrayed by someone you had looked up to. You distanced yourself, retreating into your work, but the easy camaraderie you once shared was gone. You could barely look him in the eye during meetings, and your interactions became strictly professional, devoid of the warmth and mutual respect the two of you once had.

For you, being this close to him again brought back all the confusion, the hurt, but also the desire that had never fully gone away. The small space seemed to amplify the awkwardness, each moment stretching into an eternity as you both grappled with the weight of your unspoken history. Neither knew how to bridge the gap, or if it was even possible anymore.

Jake leaned against the wall of the elevator, his eyes flickering over to you every so often. You could tell he was uncomfortable too, if not more than you, but his poker face gave nothing away. He looked away, clearing his throat.

“You still seeing whats-his-name?” His voice was casual, but laced with an underlying curiosity

“Soobin?” You shifted awkwardly, playing with your fingers “Uh, yeah. I am.”

He nods slowly, as if he expected the answer, but still felt a pang of… jealousy? “Serious, huh?” He almost scoffed, feigning nonchalance.

“Yeah. We are.” I shrug, making Jakes eyes narrow slightly.

“Why him?” The question was blunt, almost blunt enough to be rude. He couldn’t help himself though, the thought of you with someone else, especially someone as carefree and easy going as Soobin, rankled him in a way that he couldn’t admit.

I scoff lightly. “Are you really going to do this now Mr Sim?”

“Oh, so its ‘Mr Sim’ now, is it?” He retorts, a familiar irritation settling in. “What happened to ‘Jakey’?”

“I’m pretty sure you made it clear that you wanted us to be strictly professional when you dropped me from that project.” You grit, the memory still a sore spot between the two of you.

He bristles at the reminder. “That wasn’t my decision,” he sighs, the excuse sounding weak now, especially in the confinement of the elevator. He turns to look at you properly. “And that was different. That was work. This… this is something else.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, don’t act like that.” He takes a step closer towards you, invading your personal space “Like you don’t remember the late nights, the tension, or have you conveniently forgotten all about that part?”

“Mr Sim don’t do this. Not now.” You finally meet his gaze, your patience warring thin.

“Why not?” He counters with a bitter laugh. “Seems like as good a time as any to have this conversation.”

“There is no conversation to be had,” You swallow harshly as he steps closer, his tall frame looming over you “it was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” His jaw clenches, the air thicker than it was. “Is that really what you think it was?”

You couldn’t deny that you knew full well what it was. You liked Jake, as much as you wouldn’t admit. The worst part being, he was everything your boyfriend wasn’t. He was everything you longed for your boyfriend to be. You felt awful, in fact, the knowledge of your feelings towards Jake had been eating away at you everyday since the day they started. The late nights working side by side, the discreet touching, it was more than a simple attraction; it was completely wrong. But that just made you want it even more.

The proximity was almost intoxicating, the familiar heat of his body igniting a fire in you that you had tried so hard to smother. You could smell his cologne, the same scent that you would spend hours trying to rid yourself of before going home after late nights spent with him at work. The memory hit you like a physical blow, and you found yourself holding your breath. You cursed your body’s betrayal, the way it ached for his touch, even as your brain screamed in protest.

Jakes gaze darkened, the last shred of his patience and self-control hanging by a thread. He lifted his hand, his fingers hovering a mere inch away from your face. It would be so easy. So easy for him to claim what he had been yearning for, to forget the boundaries he had placed between you.

“Would this be a mistake too?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Jakey…”

His resolved shattered. He surged forwards, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you hard against his chest, crashing his lips onto yours in a passionate, desperate kiss. The months of pent-up desire, the longing, the uncertainty, it all exploded in that moment. You opened your mouth to protest, but his tongue delved deep, silencing any words. He pushed you back against the wall, pinning you there as his lips claimed you with an intensity that was almost animalistic.

One of his hands reached to tangle in your hair, tugging it back to give him access to your neck as he began to suck and nip at the sensitive flesh. You gasp, almost whining, and he relished in the sound, his other hand gripping your thigh and hoisting it up to hold against his hip.

“Jake we can’t- not here.” You protest.

“Don’t care,” he retorted, his lips trailing to your collarbone. He nicked softly at the skin, his teeth grazing the flesh and leaving small marks “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you.” He ground his hips against yours, making his intentions and arousal blatantly obvious. His hand caressed your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. “You don’t understand how torturous it’s been, seeing you every day and knowing I can’t touch you.”

His hand slid under your blouse, his touch igniting sparks across your skin. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet it felt so right. He pulled the fabric taunt, his large hand splaying over your stomach. You arched into his touch, begging for more.

Jake smirks at your reaction; the small sighs and whines that leave your pretty lips as you subtly arch your back. He knows you want it as badly as he does, your body giving you away. His hand slides up your ribcage, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin below your bra.

“See?” He murmurs, his hand cupping your breast through the thin lacy fabric that he loved so much. “I knew you wanted this; wanted me.” His voice was gravelly, rough with desire. You knew he was right. Youd fought against it for so long, denying your feelings and convincing yourself you were happy with your relationship. But now, here, with jakes body pressed against yours like this, all your justifications seemed hollow. He tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his heavy gaze. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, and they pierced right through you.

“Say it.” He commanded and his hand kneaded your breast gently “Say you want me.”

“I want you Mr Sim.” You whimper without any hesitation.

“That’s what I thought.” His mouth was back on your neck, his tongue licking a hot, wet trail down the column of your throat. His teeth sink into your pulse point, sucking the skin into his mouth. You could feel his hand sliding lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your trousers. He was driving you insane, reducing you to nothing but a whining mess as he slowly unbuttons your blouse. He pops one button at a time, kissing and biting the skin in between each one.

You moan, tilting your head back to give him complete access to the sensitive skin on your neck whilst one of your hands reaches to tangle in his hair. He responds to your touch with a deep, guttural sound, somewhere between a growl and a purr. He pushed your breasts together, pulling away from your neck to purse his lips. You watched as a glob of spit falls from his lips and lands on one of your nipples before rolling down the crevice.

Jake moaned loudly, immediately ducking his head to smear his lips around your boobs, nipping and sucking at them. You moan louder, arching your breasts further into his mouth and allowing his to suck them properly. He devours your tits, each falling out of his mouth with a satisfying 'pop'. His mouth returned to yours, his tongue delving between your lips to devour you entirely. He catches your lip between his teeth, biting down gently.

“On your knees.” He ordered, and you obeyed immediately.

He inhaled sharply as he watched you sinking to your knees before him, his hands instinctively going to your hair. “Look at you, doll,” He muttered. He ran a thumb over your bottom lip, smearing any lipstick that remained. “I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t approve of this.”

You whine, the mere idea of your boyfriend having completely slipped your mind. But you were too far gone to care, opening your mouth slightly, just enough for him to slip his thumb past your teeth. His eye darkened further, the digit sliding further into your mouth.

“You like sucking on my fingers, don’t you?” He chuckled; his voice thick with need. “Bet you like your boyfriends just as much.”

“No sir.” You shake your head meekly. “Like your fingers so much more.”

“Is that so?” His voice was a little raspier now, desperate for something more than just this back and forth teasing. “Then show me how much you like them.”

You take index and middle finger whole, gagging and swirling your tongue around the thick digits. Jake groaned, his eyes widening as he watches you take him so easily. He tightened his grip on your hair, pulling slightly. “That’s it.”

His unoccupied hand moves to the front of his trousers, undoing his belt and top button in one fluid motion. He was achingly hard, and the slight of you like this in front of him was thinning his patience. You pull your mouth from his fingers, reaching up in a desperate attempt to help him undress. He let out a hiss as your fingers make contact with his strained pants. “Yeah, unzip me then.”

The sound of his zipper being drawn echoed in the quiet elevator. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, your wet lips, the way your fingers fumble with his pants, the flush on your cheeks that gave away your mounting excitement. God, he was desperate.

You get his pants down, whining as he tugs your hair forward to press your cheek flush against his thick bulge. The feeling of you face against his clothed dick make him shiver, his hips canting forward involuntarily; seeking more contact. “You like that, don’t you? God your so dirty. Are you this dirty for your pathetic boyfriend too?”

“No sir, only you.”

“Good,” He groaned again, pulling on your hair again. “I don’t share.”

Your finger hook underneath his boxers waistband, tugging on the elastic and letting it snap back against his skin before pulling them down completely. He helped you, kicking the boxers down until the pooled at his ankles with his trousers He stood there, his lower half completely exposed to you, but he held your chin in his face, keeping you gaze on his.

“You see how much you affect me, doll?” He smirked predatorily as your eyes fixed on his cock, hard and flushed against his stomach. “But you’re gonna take care of this for me, aren’t you?”

Your tongue darted out, licking a tentative stripe up the underside of his boner. He let out a shuddered breath, his hand clenching reflectively in your hair. He guided your head closer, encouraging you to take him properly. You run your tongue over his slit before closing your lips around the head. He groaned, his body arching towards you and silently bidding you to keep going.

“Look at me when you suck my dick baby.” He ordered. Your eyes immediately catch his gaze; his half-lidded eyes that perfectly complimented his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The sight encouraged you, holding his gaze as you take him whole and wrapping your lips around his base. Jakes head rolls back, a deep, guttural moan escaping his throat. He pants as you begin bobbing your head at his base, your nose nudging against his lower abdomen with a soft gag. “Fuck, just like that.”

You speed up, taking him even deeper - if that was possible, desperate to take as much of him as you possibly could. His muscles clenched in response, his abs flexing as he drew in a gasping breath. He finally looks down at you again, eager to see what you look like taking him so far down your throat like this; and you didn’t disappoint. You looked at him through your eyelashes, sucking him so deliciously with a teary expression. He couldn’t look away; he didn’t dare. It was too perfect, so erotic and beautiful.

“You can’t look at me like that, YN,” He moans. “I won’t last.”

You immediately double down, bobbing and swirling your tongue like your life depended on it. You had a different purpose now; this was no longer about him, this was about you. You and your desperation to taste him. His hands twist in your hair, his grip border lining on painful.

“Holy fuck-“ He choked, his stomach coiled like a spring. He was so close to cumming, but he didn’t want to. Not yet, not like this. He moved your mouth off him, pulling you up to your feet and pushing you back against the wall. “Turn around. Now.”

As soon as your back is turned to him, his hands are on you in an instant. His fingers run up the clothed skin of your thighs before reaching around the unbutton your trousers. He undid the button and zipper with a swift, practiced motion, each tooth separating echoing in the cramped space. He pushed the material down, the cold air hitting your soaked core immediately. His hands glide slowly over the newly exposed skin, teasing you.

“So smooth,” He mused, his voice almost a soft whine. “I knew you’d be.”

He pushes your thighs together, rutting his dick between them. You moan in unison, his tip bumping against your clit. He just couldn’t help himself, seeing you so wet and puffy for him was making him borderline insane.

“Don’t tease me, Jakey.” You whine as he holds your thighs closer together. He chuckled at your pleading, the old nickname making his spine shiver. He ruts between your thighs one more time before abruptly slipping into your pussy. You gasp loudly as he pushes in, grasping onto the hand-railing in front of you as you adjust to his size.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” He groans as he grips your hips, pulling you back to take him fully as he finally begins to rock into you. “Does your boyfriend even fuck you?”

You were too lost in the moment, the feel of him, the way he held you, the sound of his voice, that you could barely form a coherent thought, let alone speak. But when he mentioned your boyfriend, a pang of guilt stabs at your chest.

“No?” He assumed, scoffing loudly. “I bet he doesn’t even know how to.”

His arm tightened around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. His hips speed up, making your head fall back against his shoulder with a loud moan.

“You need someone who can take care of you,” he told you, his breathing becoming a little ragged. “Someone who knows what you want, what you need.”

The only thing that can be heard in the confined elevator now is skin slapping, combined moans and your body hitting the metal wall with each deep thrust. You respond with a whine, pushing your hips back to encourage him. He catches your signal, slamming his hips against yours.

“That’s it, baby,” He hisses, his fingers digging into your hips desperately. “Take what you need.”

You could feel every inch of him. Every inch of his thick, veiny length as he filled you up perfectly with each thrust. It made your head spin as you moaned and cried desperately. There was no you could go back to your boyfriend after this, not now that you knew what real dick felt like. And he seemed to sense your realisation, the way your body arches against him, the way your eyes rolled back so beautifully. You were his now.

He increased his pace, his tip bumping against your g-spot with every harsh blow. The pleasure was mounting between you, both of your stomachs coiled like springs. But neither of you dared to say anything, too desperate to prolong this moment for as long as possible.

He could feel you getting tighter, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice; like you never wanted him to pull away. Jake moans, a needy whine in his throat. Every movement, every breath, moan – it was all for you. He was entirely wrapped up in you.

“I’m so close baby.” His hips bucked forwards more, aiming to get as deep as he possibly could.

The sound of his moans, the way he was falling apart because of you, it only served to push you closer to the edge. You could feel his eagerness and it made you want him even more. “Me too!”

“You gonna make a mess on my dick?” He pants, his tip continuing to slam against your g-spot. "Gonna make a mess like a good slut?"

“Yes!” You moan loudly. His hips stutter at your admission, his rhythm growing erratic and sloppy. “Wanna cum with you.”

“Please let me come in your sweet pussy, baby” He whines, desperately nudging his nose against you neck before attacking the spot with bites.

“Fill me up sir!” You push back against him again. But it wasn’t enough for him, he needed you to cum.

“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on this dick.” And that was all it took for your walls to clamp down on him and for your juices to explode down your thighs with a loud cry. His head dropped to your shoulder, his breathe catching in his throat, the feeling and sound of you pushing him headfirst into pure ecstasy.

“Fuuck, doll!” He came, filling you up perfectly with a loud whine as his arms wrapped around you in a vice-like grip. He stayed like that for a moment, panting into your neck. He didn’t want to move, his body taut with exhaustion. “You look so pretty when you fall apart like that. So pretty.”

He slowly pulls out of you, almost hardening again when he watches his cum drip down your thighs in thick globs. You flinch as you turn around, a ball of clothes hitting you in the face. Your fingers grasp the clothing, pulling them down from your face to glare at him. “Yeah, real classy.”

As if on cue, the elevator jolted, beginning its decent again. You sigh, relieved that you could finally escape the humid box you had been trapped in for the past 20 minutes. You both put your clothes back on, smoothing the fabric and fixing each other hair. The elevator finally reaches the ground floor, both of stepping out together.

“See you Monday?” He smirks.

“See you Monday.” You roll your eyes as you turn on your heels. You walk away from him and out into the car park, desperately hoping Soobin hadn’t left yet. Jake watched as you retreat out of his view, thanking god.

Thanking god that you didn’t notice him push the emergency stop.

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੭ˊᵕˋ੭ synopsis: you broke up with your long-term boyfriend, donghyun, after 5 years. it was amicable and there were no hard feelings; you were just growing in two separate directions in life. despite the nice break-up, you found yourself sad and in need of a pick-me-up. so, you decided to pick up your old love, volleyball. you tag along with your younger brother, woonhak, and check it out. the scene is packed with many good volleyball players like han dongmin.

੭ˊᵕˋ੭ pairing(s): volleyball player!taesan x woonhak's sister!reader, ex!leehan x woonhak's sister!reader ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ genre(s): smau, college life, romance ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ status: ongoing; updating sporadically! ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ a/n: welcome! i'm officially starting this on 250101! laugh, cry, scream, enjoy! pls lmk if you want to be removed from the taglist! ੭ˊᵕˋ੭ taglist: second taglist open! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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〘 0. prologue; 1. cutie patootie; 2. baby come back; 3. twisty kind; 4. shakespearean; 5. pp is small; 6. still standing here; 7. recovery; 8. bad idea; 9. off the street; 10. stupid, not blind; 11. mystical beast; 12. we listen and we don't judge; 13. just who are you?; 13. holy moly cheesy ravioli; 14. to a fresh start; 15. the prettiest one around; 16. connection; 17. itys; 18. twin flamingo; 19. in every universe; 20. interesting...; 21. shiesty; 22. crimson; 23. pretty girl; more chapters tba 〙

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idols. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments and reblogs are appreciated! ✧ give my other works a read too!

[ha1lstorm]

unfinished

jean kirstein x reader college au, ex!jean kirstein x reader

warnings: smut, exes, college au, cocky jean, mean(?) jean, (idk what else)

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Jean Kirstein. The boy in your college French class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 11-12:30 pm.

He sat a row in front of you with a few of his friends. He was incredibly cocky but smart, he was the smartest in the class. You hated him.

Yes, there was one time you two hooked up at a party your sophomore year in college.

And the time you were his girlfriend for 6 months after that…

But, nothing ever happened again. You two left it behind you.

After all, you hated him and he was a dick and he’s your ex boyfriend.

Regardless…

You took this class to get your language credit out of the way and it was your hardest class this semester. You were smart, you had good grades but Jean was better. This irked you so so so much.

You were used to being #1 in everything. Sports, music, and school. When you met Jean it changed.

Even when the two of you dated, there was always this competitive nature between you two. Some may say this is what caused the fall out of you two.

Jean broke up with you in a brutal way, at least that’s how you felt at the time.

“I’m sorry, I found someone else,” the words that would cloud your thoughts forever, along with the image of the new girl standing directly next to him.

Jean rarely spoke to you after that, and if he did, it was to brag about how he got a better grade than you.

It's Thursday, 11:15 am, your professor had just handed back the exam you had taken last Thursday. The professor gets to Jean first, then you. You don’t look up to see Jean’s reaction, you don’t care. Right?

He hands you your exam, you look at the top of the page, 75%. C. In BIG fat red ink.

“Fuck” you mutter under your breath because what the fuck is this score?

Unfortunately for you, Jean hears you. He turns around to look at you, “So what score did you get, Y/n?”

“Fuck off Jean,” You tell him, fed up already. It's not even noon.

You never get C’s. Your worst grade was an 85% and THAT was pushing it for you. You were distraught over a C.

“Well, I got a 98%, was a pretty tough exam,” He gives you the most condescending smirk you have ever seen.

You ignore him, you always try to ignore him. But, that never stops him. Jean is relentless.

You hate him.

“Y/n cmonn, just tell me what you got, I won’t judge” Now he’s leaning on your desk space, pissing you off even more.

“I said fuck off Jean.” And lucky for you, the professor starts class. Unable to hear his voice for a second more.

12:30 comes a lot quicker than you realize. Your professor dismisses class so you try to pack up as quickly as possible to avoid him.

You begin to walk out of class when someone grabs your backpack, “Hey. Stop, we weren’t done talking earlier.”

“Jean would you please just leave me alone,” You try to walk away

“Aw someones in a bad mood,” The same condescending smirk from before making another appearance. You roll your eyes and continue walking away, “Hey, wait for real. I can help you study!”

You freeze and slowly turn around, his proposal pissing you off more than ever. “I do not need YOUR help Jean.”

“Well you clearly did worse than me, my bad for trying to help, bitch,”

Before you could turn around, he was gone.

THREE WEEKS LATER

It had been three weeks since the last interaction between you and Jean. The last thing he said to you, was calling you a bitch.

It was Thursday again and you were getting another exam back. Same as three weeks ago, the professor gave Jean his test, then yours. You look at the top of your exam, hoping for a better score than last time.

65%. D. In Big. Red. Ink.

You gave no reaction this time. However, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Embarrassed. How could this happen?

You studied, you did everything you were supposed to. What wasn’t clicking?

“Y/n.” You look up from your paper to see your professor, “See me after class please,”

Jean hears this and starts giggling in front of you when your professor says, “You too Kirstein,”

Fuck. This time said internally.

12:30 doesn’t come quickly. Time DRAGS and you are only getting more anxious. It is agonizing sitting here so long. Waiting and waiting for what your professor will possibly say to the both of you.

You’re not paying attention, you’re not taking notes.

“Class is dismissed,”

That wakes you out of your trance, and you start to pack up your belongings. Everyone files out of the classroom except for you and Jean. You both walk up to the professor’s desk.

“So, Y/n, you’ve been struggling a lot more than the rest of the class the past few weeks, and I don’t know what's going on but I know you’re better than this,”

Ouch.

“Jean, I am asking that you please meet with Y/n at least once a week to assist her with this class. I’m hoping you will help me out here as you are the best in this class, somehow,”

This is not what you wanted. Not ever in a million years. You hate Jean. Right?

Yes. You hated him.

You try to argue with him but he quickly shuts it down, “Y/n you’re going to graduate next semester and you need this class to do so, I wouldn’t argue,”

“No problem, I’ll help her,” Jean tells your professor, oddly calm.

“Thank you Jean, you two are dismissed,”

You walk out of the classroom, tears welling up in your eyes yet again. Forced to work with your ex boyfriend, the asshole who shattered your heart.

You were pissed.

“Y/n wait I need your number,” Jean calls after you.

You sigh and stop walking, you compose yourself and turn around, “You shouldn’t need it, it's the same as before,”

“I uh, I don’t have it anymore,” He tells you.

For some reason this aches your heart a bit but why would he keep your number? He broke up with you for someone else.

“Oh my bad, here,” And you give him your number.

“I’ll text you later okay?” He is being oddly nice. You’re growing very wary.

You ignore him and walk away, going to your apartment for the rest of the day.

A FEW HOURS LATER

You’re sitting at your desk getting some homework done when your phone buzzes, you pick it up to see the promised message from Jean.

My apartment, tomorrow night, 7 pm. You know where I live, that work for you?

Ugh, he was actually going to help you. And at his apartment, where he lives alone.

Maybe his girlfriend will be there to keep an eye on him. Whatever.

You respond back with a quick thumbs up emoji. Ending the convo as fast as possible.

THE NEXT NIGHT 6:30 PM

You’re getting ready to study. You’re wearing nothing special, just a crewneck sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants. You are not making an effort for this man.

You’re about to leave, making sure you have everything you need for this dreaded study session.

No makeup but you DID take an everything shower. For no reason in particular. At least that's what you’re telling yourself.

After a short car ride, you arrive at his apartment complex. The same apartment complex you used to be at almost every day for six months of your life.

You text Jean that you’re here so he can let you in. You grab your backpack and make the walk up to his apartment.

He lets you in as soon as you get there, almost like he was waiting for you.

He has no shirt on and just a pair of shorts. Of course he had no shirt on. He was basically a slut after all. Same slut who broke your heart, you remind yourself.

“You can sit over there on the couch, do you want anything?” He asks you.

“No, I’m fine.” You walk over to the couch and sit.

After a few minutes, he walks over to the couch to sit with you, but now he has a shirt on, damn.

“So, how can I help you with French?” A certain smirk growing on his face.

“You can’t,” You respond back in a pissy tone.

He sighs, “Then why did you come here Y/n?”

“I was forced to Jean.” You tell him matter of factly.

“No, you weren’t. It was just a suggestion.” He is still so oddly calm.

“Whatever,” You hiss back.

He sighs again, “You can leave, but I know you won’t”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask with your eyes widened.

“Nothing, just tell me what you need help with Y/n”

You pull out your notebook and French textbook, “To be honest, I don’t even know where I’m messing up,”

“Okay, let me see your notes,” You hand him your notebook. “Y/n. There aren’t any notes in here.”

“Oh, I must’ve given you the wrong notebook,” And that you did. You gave him your journal. And before you realized it, it was too late. He was flipping through the pages.

And then he starts reading them, “Oh! I hate Jean Kirstein. Damn, tell me how you really feel,”

You gasp, realizing what you had given him, “Please stop Jean,”

He laughs, “No thank you, this is interest- oh…” His pause terrifies you. “Jean is a fucking slut,” He reads out loud.

You quickly try to defend yourself, “Listen Jean, that was a long time ago, I was hurt over the break up, god I shouldn’t even be here,”

“No no Y/n, I think you’re exactly where you need to be actually,” The cockiness begins to come out.

He inches closer to you, putting his hand on your thigh. You’re already aching. You’ve missed his touch so much.

“Jean, don’t you have a girlfriend?” You ask breathlessly.

He laughs, “No, broke up with her a long time ago,”

As his hand is still trailing, you try to get words out without moaning. You’re able to ask, “Why?” before he grips your thigh causing you to let out a small moan, one you’ve been trying so hard to contain.

He moves closer to your face, “She wasn’t you,” he tells you before kissing you. You kiss back, you can’t help it. It felt so natural.

One hand is on your jaw, forcing you to look at him, the other is touching your clothed area.

At this point, all hatred for him is out the window, you need more.

Still looking at you, you start to grind against his hand, begging for more friction.

This makes him laugh and pull his hand away, “Slow down Y/n, thought you hated me,”

“I-I” You try to get out.

“I-I” He mocks you, “C’mon Y/n, be a big girl,”

You don’t respond, he has barely touched you and you’re already a whimpering mess.

“Some things never change, huh?”

He lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, “Tell me what you want,”

You don’t respond, you just look up at him with glossy eyes.

“I thought you missed me though baby,” He teases you.

“I-I never said that,” But somehow here you are, under him.

He gets closer and grabs your jaw again, “Oh yeah? What about the part in your journal that says I miss Jean and the way he fucks me. What about that?”

You’re silent again, he takes notice.

“Exactly baby, so tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to touch me,”

“Where? Use your words.” He puts part of your hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

“You know where, don’t make me say it,”

“Well then guess you’re not getting anything,”

“Wait, Jean please, I want you here,” You grab his hand and lead it to where he was before, still clothed.

“There we go, now let's get these off huh?” He pulls your sweatpants and panties off in the same motion, wasting zero time.

He teases your hole and slowly puts one finger in, you let out a moan. You hadn’t been touched since him.

“More,” You beg, “Please Jean one more,”

He listens and inserts two fingers, pumping in and out. This is so much for you, it had been a year and a half since he last touched you. It’s almost like you waited for him.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He uses the nickname he always used to call you.

“Y-yes,” You say in between moans.

His long, thick fingers working into you, making you so incredibly weak. He is so amused by your reaction, almost like he was saving this for you. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and continues fingering you at a fast pace. You can’t do anything but give him moan after moan.

“Such a good girl, always have been,”

He somehow is reaching all of the perfect spots, “Fuck Jean please,”

“Please what Y/n? Speak up baby,”

“I’m gonna- fuck i’m gonna cum,” But he stops.

“Not yet sweetheart,” With the same condescending smirk he’s been wearing for the last three weeks.

You whine objections but he doesn’t care. He sits you up so you’re no longer laying on the couch, he stands up and you start to get worried, “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere baby, relax,” he laughs a bit at your instant concern. He takes his shorts off and starts to take his shirt off as well. He sits back down on the couch, leans over to you, and takes off your shirt, “Wow, still as gorgeous as I remember,”

He lifts you up a bit and sits you down on his lap, not putting himself in just yet.

He’s big and he knows it, people don’t call him a horse for nothing.

“We don’t have to do this Y/n, if this is going too far, tell me,”

“No, please, I want to Jean, I’ve wanted to,”

“Okay baby, tell me if it gets too much, safe word is red,” The same safe word as before.

He kisses your forehead and sits you down on his cock. The feeling is almost instant, the both of you moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, I forgot how good your pussy is, feels so good,”

You’re a mess already and he isn’t even all the way in.

He finally stretches you out, sitting you down all the way, making you start to tear up. You hadn’t been fucked since him. Jean notices the tears welling up in your eyes, “Oh no, is my baby crying?”

It’s sweet but as usual, condescending. “You can take it Y/n, I know you can” he reminds you, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He makes you do zero work, he’s holding your hips, moving you up and down at the perfect speed. Your arms around his neck, gripping his mullet.

He’s hitting your spot perfectly. He always did.

“J-Jean, I think I-“ You start to tell him.

He stops.

“W-what, Jean please.” You whine, your voice is desperate. You ARE desperate.

“Sorry baby, maybe you can cum once you study some French.” The stupid smirk is back.

He still has you sat on his cock. Your head buried into his neck. You try to move to get some sort of friction.

“Don’t.” He warns

So, you stop.

He picks up your French book and starts asking you questions.

You get an answer wrong? SMACK

You get an answer right? He lifts your hips, and slams you down on his cock, hard.

This goes on until your basically fucked out. You’ve cried, begged, whined, everything in the last hour. But you still haven’t cum. Jean is antagonizing you.

“Okay Y/n, one more question. If you get it right, you can cum.” He’s rubbing your back, consoling you. He feels slightly bad for the game he’s put on.

“How do you say ‘I love you’ in French?”

This wasn’t on any test, especially this late into the semester, “Je t'aime” You answer.

“Good girl,” He picks you up and lays you down on the couch. “You okay Y/n?”

Still very dazed and confused, you shake your head yes instead of verbally answering.

Jean notices.

He leaves the room and is back shortly after with some of his clothes. He dresses you in a big t shirt and some shorts.

“Hey, look at me,” he tells you, “You’re okay” He holds you in his arms. The cockiness completely disappearing. He had a soft spot for you deep down. “I’m sorry for being a little rough,”

“It’s alright Jean, I’m okay.” You let him hold you.

“Listen Y/n, I really missed you”

“Jean I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, just stay with me tonight,”

“Okay, Jean”

You stayed with Jean for the night. You missed him too. You never really hated him.

But was it smart to be there?

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part 2

[acid-ixx]

my silly little trash baby 💕 sometimes he forgets he has a nub and tries to scratch his torn ear 😔

and he only love he mommy(gn)

colored and non color

— masterlist !

yes !! <33 this is exactly what our precious little fur baby looks like in the series. though don't mind me calling him a she in my early drafts, i have my reasons 😭

he's so adorable, i love the nub but don't be deceived! this cat is feisty, a great judge of character, in fact: upon meeting titus in a future chapter, his immediate response was to hiss and stand in front of his rightful owner as a means to protect you. alfred the cat is also not a great contender for this feral baby, he hates everyone who is not you, anyways. and despite missing a limb, our kangaroo can pack a punch (or a scratch...) always ready to attack any intruders and is oddly connected to the infamous catwoman—

enough of that, he approves conner as your possible lover after enough coddling and unwanted scratching, maybe even bribing with catnip, and hisses and scratches literally everyone else who dares to try to touch you without his permission. yes, even damian, the animal whisperer would struggle to even capture his heart. and no, dick, haley and mr. stinky are not allowed to be in the same space together, he's a senior with no energy. and just because they are both missing a leg doesn't mean he'll tolerate the pet of the very same people who'd neglected you, no way.

tysm for this, he's so baby in your art and i'm so glad you helped introduce a new furry character into my story because the reader needs as much of an emotional support 'cause the future chapters other than chapter 6 is a pain in the ass.

[shaunapenguin]

Nat sleeping at Reader's house for the first time

(Masterlist)

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- Lowkey nervous as fuck

- She had stopped being invited to sleepovers around the time she had started sleeping around with guys and doing drugs

- Nat had brushed it off, not caring about any stupid sleepovers, but she couldn’t lie and say she never thought about it

- It was a Friday when you invited her, catching her off guard

- She wondered at first if you were pranking her or something, but the expectant, genuine smile on your face proved not

- You guys had been friends for around 6 months now, becoming close after you were assigned to take photographs of the Yellowjackets team

- Natalie could never predict that she would develop a crush on you

- She was used to guys and liking a girl had never crossed her mind until she met you

- At first she tried to deny it, thinking that maybe you were just the first girl to not judge her about her life choices and that meant a lot to Nat

- But ultimately she gave up that line of thinking and accepted that, fuck, she was actually into a girl

- So when that girl invited her to sleep at her house that night, she couldn’t help but get flustered

- She took a little too long to respond, your smile fading

- You said it’s fine if she didn’t want to and Nat rushed to accept, wanting to see you smile again

- “No, no! I want to, I'll be there.”

- Nat was embarrassed how uncool she sounded, but when she watched as your lips grew into a grin she didn’t care about anything else

- After school you drove her to her trailer so she could pack a bag with a change of clothes and whatever she needed for the night

- Your house was a pretty average house, not big but a place you could live comfortably

- She wasn’t someone who got nervous over minor things, but her heart was going a bit too fast

- She had no idea how she was supposed to survive this night sleeping in such close proximity to you, her crush

- You hadn’t told her where she’d be sleeping so she just assumed she’d sleep on the floor next to your bed

- The first thing you did when you walked inside was greet your parents, Natalie following and awkwardly saying hello

- She felt kind of out of place and hoped you didn’t notice

- When she entered your room, she placed her bag by the door and looked around at the various posters and decorations

- Nat startled when you started talking, mentioning dinner would be ready in about 2 hours

- You noticed her reaction and gave her a confident smile, almost giggling at how nervous she was

- “Relax, it’s just me.”

- The truth was was that Natalie’s crush on you was painfully obvious and you decided tonight was the night you’d make a move

- You had been waiting for her to confess or do literally anything to convey her feelings, but it still hadn’t happened

- When she was with guys she was self-assured, but with you she seemed shy

- If you were honest, this just made her much more cuter to you

- You guys spent the next couple hours playing video games on a console you owned

- Eventually you got bored of the games and started talking about random gossip Nat only gave a shit about because it came from you

- When dinner was ready you ate in the living room, your parents leaving you two in peace

- Nat normally had some shitty microwaved food in her trailer, so having a warm, homemade plate of food was refreshing

- After you guys had finished eating, Nat helped you wash the plates and cutlery

- You insisted it was fine and she didn’t have to help, but Nat didn’t want to seem ungrateful

- Your crush on her only grew

- Afterwards you both agreed to a movie, sitting back on the couch

- Nat tried really hard to pay attention to whatever was going on, it was some action movie she had never seen before

- But it was hard to concentrate when all she could feel was your arm against hers, sitting side by side

- It wasn’t like you guys never hugged or anything, but this was different

- If you were a man, this would be the time you’d put an arm around her and in a few minutes make a move on her

- But Nat snapped out of it, sadly knowing that would never happen

- If touching arms had her reacting like this, she had no idea what was coming

- The movie started rolling its credits and you yawned

- “Did you like it?” you asked, and Nat mindlessly said yes even though she wasn’t really watching it

- You made your way upstairs, both using the bathroom to wash and get changed before returning to your room

- Nat returned after you and realised there wasn’t a pillow or a blanket on the floor, or literally anything she could sleep with

- You noticed her confused look and asked her what was wrong

- “Where should I sleep?”

- You laughed, but also tilted your head in confusion

- “In my bed? Duh.”

- Not expecting that, Nat felt her face warm up

- “Oh. Cool.”

- She didn’t sound disappointed or anything negative, in fact her words were strained and when you put the blush on her face and the tone of her voice together…

- Yeah, your plan was going well

- You got into bed and opened the duvet for Nat, waiting for her to get in

- Her moves were almost robotic as she got in and you stifled a laugh

- She was so cute like this and you felt a little bad

- But you knew she would feel much better in a moment

- She cautiously layed down on her back next you, and you turned on your side so you were facing her

- You scooted forward to be a little closer and Nat willed her heart to slow down

- “Did you have fun today?”

- She could feel your breath against her cheek and closed her eyes

- “Yes.”

- “How tired are you?”

- She opened her eyes and looked into yours

- Jesus, even right before bed you were still beautiful

- “Not very.”

- She turned on her side to mirror you and your faces were so close now

- “I’m really glad you came today.”

- Neither of you broke eye contact

- “Me too, I-”

- Nat cut herself off, not wanting to ruin the moment by saying something stupid

- Wow, she was so oblivious

- You leaned forward slightly and Nat’s breath hitched

- You waited, seeing if she would move back or say anything but she just stayed still, anticipating whatever you were going to do

- Your lips connected and Nat knew that what she was feeling now was way better than feeling high

- No drug could compare to you

- You deepened the kiss, both of you reaching out for each other

- Her hand landed on your waist, while yours went to the nape of her neck

- When you broke apart, you were both out of breath but started giggling

- You pulled her in so you were embracing each other

- Nat sighed in content, she could die in her sleep after this and she didn’t think it would be the worst way to go

- You start talking about how much you like her and how you had planned this night to confess

- You seem shy while talking, which makes Nat smirk, her confidence slowly coming back now that she knows she’s not the only one who feels this way

- “Yeah, I like you too, idiot.”

- She yawns, making you yawn in turn and you both start giggling again

- Nat moves onto her back, tugging you with her so your head is on her shoulder

- She grins, not bothering to hide how happy she is

- She watches you as you fall asleep, a light smile still on your face

- Nat really was nervous for today over nothing

[blackbirdsblackberries]

I Hate The New Hero!

Pt 3: How bad can a day get?

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 (You're here) - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10

Tim gazes at you. He doesn’t know what to do or feel.

He hates you, he really does, but at the same time he kind of enjoyed the afternoon with you. If you put aside the arguments and such it was kind of fun being in your presence.

He’s conflicted, he should hate you – you’ve done bad things in the past and you hate Aranea! But, hanging out with you gives him some kind of weird feeling – euphoria fills him when you make a sarcastic comment in jest or when you chuckle at one of his jokes.

There were times you both fought but it felt nice to see you come back into the room and not just leave – his parents tended to leave for the whole night if they got into an argument and he’d have to stay in his estate alone.

He watches as you sleep peacefully, you’re in the lower age part of his class – with you being sixteen and he seventeen – yet you look so much more youthful while sleeping, your face isn’t in a scowl or bored look, you look content.

Tim slowly gets up from the bed and looks around the small, cramped room. It's easy for anyone to feel claustrophobic and it feels wrong for someone to live in it who acts like how you usually do.

His attention is drawn to the toy chest in one corner, curiosity fighting with respect to open it. One peak wouldn't hurt and surely you wouldn't find out.

He walks over, one of the floorboards creaking, it was only two steps but felt longer for him. He opens the chest. As he stares down at it's contents he's filled with disappointment.

In the chest there's only diaries, metal and engineering bits and pieces. He guesses he should have expected this, you're a civilian, you wouldn't be hiding anything to begin with.

His eye catches on a childish diary decorated in stickers and press on jewels. Before his mind can register what he's doing he picks it up and turns it over in his hands a couple times, examining it.

The date goes back twelve years. So you'd be about four at the time. There's nothing to hide so he opens it - a sneak peak never hurt anyone.

Diary entry 1:

Today I got this diary from my mama! I can decorate it however I want! Mama said it's my birthday gift, I wanted a stuffed toy but this works too! I don't want to disappoint my mama by saying I don't like it!

My neighbor, Susan, is helping me write this! I love her, she's very old and wrinkly and I think she is going to turn to dust. Which is sad.

Bye now!

The first thing Tim noticed was the messy handwriting. It was endearing in a way to see it. The next was the way you spoke about Susan. It was blunt but it seemed you liked her.

He goes to turn another page when he hears the front door of the apartment open and talking entering the once quiet apartment.

He quickly places the diary where it was before and he packs away everything. He debates putting you into the bed before deciding that you're fine.

He walks out and is immediately met with a plate smashing the wall next to him as a frazzled man stands in the kitchen, cowering almost. Tim puts his hands up slightly to show he's harmless and the man's stiff form eases slightly.

The man raises his hands and signs out a sentence.

"What are you doing in my apartment?"

Tim raises a brow, should he sign back or just talk? After some consideration he decides to sign back.

"Your child and I are partners on a project for school"

The man's eyes darken slightly at the mention of his daughter - or who Tim guesses was his child, they bare some resemblance.

"So my child is a slut like her mother then?"

Tim stares, jaw dropped. No fucking way he just said that. Tim shakes his head.

"No, of course not! We had to do a poster!" He states, he doesn't bother with the sign language, the man didn't seem to be deaf judging by the scar on his throat.

The man points to the door before signing.

"You better go right now before my wife punishes you! As it is my child is in trouble!"

Tim, not wanting to cause a fight or scandal, walks to the door and leaves. He wonders how your father is going to "punish you", clearly you had to have been spoiled by someone to end up so rude - even if you were fun to hang out with for those hours.

Tim gets to the front of the apartment and gets into the car waiting for him. One thought was one his mind however:

Are you as bad as they all assumed you to be?

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You wake up the next day to your dad and mother standing above you angrily. Not a good way to start the day and you had to sort out your red eyes before people asked if you'd been crying.

Heading to school was as uneventful as Gotham gets and when you get to the front gate you realize your two friends aren't at school today. Great. Your day is the best!

You debate sneaking back home and going on a day patrol, maybe running into Signal, though you hope not. He's nice and all but he along with the other Batman lackeys and Batman himself give you bad vibes, they set off your spider senses and cause you to feel icky when in their presence.

Before you can make a decision you hear your name being called out and Tim walking up to you with a serious expression. You think you're going to barf - now that you think about it, Tim gives you the same reaction Red Robin gives you - a feeling of anger and motion sickness.

Each vigilante gives a different type of icky feeling so it's crazy you haven't noticed Tim giving you the same feeling.

It's not your business though so you won't think about it further.

"Did you bring the poster?" He asks, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks to you in slight annoyance. "Duh. It's in my bag." You respond, rolling your eyes and handing him the poster.

He hums and puts it in his bag and you raise a brow. You won't question why he did it, probably just wanted the credit of handing it in.

With that you head to your first class of the day: Engineering.

[novemberheart]

{overview} Kyle and Johnny make it up to you.

{warnings} cursing, some soapxgaz, very spoiled reader, a bit sappy, you being pretty, female reader, poly 141

Chapter 5 <- Chapter 6 -> Chapter 7

“What’s got you all worked up?” Johnny hummed, sliding in right next to Kyle. Kyle scooched back a bit, chasing the warmth the Scot emitted.

“She already wants to leave.” Kyle whispered, like you would be able to hear them. Johnny curled himself tighter around Kyle, his lips brushing against the back of his neck.

“You need to get out of that head of yours.” He murmured, pressing a kiss against the base of Kyle’s neck.

“No, I’m being for real.” Kyle asserted. “I overheard her talking on the phone with- I think Kate. She thinks we’re using her.” Johnny pressed a hand against Kyle’s shoulder so his back was flat against the mattress. Johnny hovered beside him.

Johnny opened his mouth, but closed it just as quick. He went silent for a moment.

“Shite.” He growled softly, laying so he was half laying on Kyle. Looking back he couldn’t blame you. Of course you felt that way. Forced into a new pack and all they care about is their alpha. They didn’t even bother to make sure you had everything you needed. “Now I feel bad.” Johnny murmured. “Think we can make it up to her tomorrow?” Johnny questioned.

“I have a few ideas.” Kyle muttered back.

You were already awake, showered and dressed by the time there was a knock on your door. You trudged up from the floor- finally beginning to unpack your clothes. You twisted it causing the lock to pop up.

“Morning, Bon.” Johnny greeted.

“Morning.” You did your best to smile, deciding today was a new day. He sat down in the doorway, his legs crossed. You stared at him expectantly.

“How’d you sleep?” He hummed, eyeing the neat bed you had made. You had brought a blanket with you, which made him pleased that you weren’t sleeping with the coarse blankets provided by the government.

“Okay.” You answered, turning back to folding your pants.

“Just okay?” He pressed quickly. You looked away from your work, giving him a sheepish smile.

“I mean I had a bit of a hard time, but this is a new place after all.” You justified. That made his nose bunch up. He could imagine you tossing and turning in your bed, upset and maybe even scared. Out of all of them Johnny was the one that was always pressing for an omega. He would often get jealous in the cafeteria watching as other packs were surrounded by their omegas, especially the packs that didn’t deserve to have one. It was almost a pride thing with Johnny. He wanted everyone to see how good of a beta he was- how good his alphas were and how good of a pack they made. One of the clear signs of that would be a happy omega, and judging by the hint of lemons in your room- they had already failed.

“You alright?” you questioned, noticing the distant wince on Johnny’s face. He snapped himself out of it.

“Aye, Peaches. I'm alright,” he assured. “Kyle and I would like to take you out today.” his demeanor quickly changed his eyes to nervous, like was worried you would reject him. You could quickly feel hope rise in you.

“Really?” you asked, almost hesitantly. “What about Simon?” you reminded him. That was the whole reason you were here right?

“He’ll be fine. Cap, says they're going to get him up and walking today. He wouldn't want you to see him stumble around anyway.” Johnny explained.

“Alright.” you agreed. ‘Don't sound too happy’ you reprimanded yourself. “Is what I'm wearing fine?” you added.

“Might break a few necks, but it'll do.” Johnny winked down at you as he stood. “How about we go eat some breakfast, then head out.” he extended his hand to help you up and you quickly took it.

After breakfast the three of you went on the hunt for a suitable vehicle to steal for your outing. You ended up with an SUV. Johnny and Kyle both raced to open the door for you, Kyle won.

“What music do you like, Bon?” Johnny questioned, resting over the center console to fiddle with the radio.

“I listen to a bit of everything,” you responded. It was weird but sharing your favorite music sounded a bit too vulnerable after just meeting someone. “Can you tell me where we’re going now?” you pressed on. Smirks spread across their faces. Kyle's eyes flickered from the road to glance at you in the passenger seat. The excited look on your face makes him hope they won't let you down- again.

“Well, we felt bad about yesterday being your first day. So we figured today could be a do-over. Aquarium then lunch?” Kyle explained, causing you to beam even further. “Then we figured we could stop at the store and pick up anything else you might need. Snacks, shampoo”-

“Underwear,” Johnny interjected. You giggled, making Kyle rethink slamming on the brakes to make the Scot fly through the windshield.

Johnny was able to open the door for you this time. Each movement both men made seemed to be tailored to you. In the parking lot, they positioned themselves so you weren’t exposed to traffic. In line to get into the aquarium Kyle was in front of you and Johnny behind, their eyes both scanning their surroundings in a way that made you wonder what you should be looking out for.

You made your way through the aquarium, feeling like you had entered a whole other world. Kyle and Johnny took turns pointing out fish that looked like each other. (they only compared you to pretty fish).

“You've ever been to an aquarium before?” Kyle questioned, watching the way your eyes followed every flick of a tail. You pulled your eyes away, softly shaking your head.

“I'm afraid there isn't much I have done.” you sighed, turning back to the crystal water. Growing up your family didn't have much money. Not that you were ever bored. You were a fairly easy child, just enjoying spending time with your parents and taking walks. Then after that, you bounced around omega-holding houses. You quickly shook yourself out of your thoughts.

“Well, we can fix that, peaches,” Johnny smirked, nudging you gently with his arm to move you to the next tank. “We are going to have the best date nights.” he continued, watching you out of the corner of his eye. Your eyebrows rose.

“We can do things like this often?” you asked hesitantly looking between the two men.

“Hell yeah, Bon,” Johnny affirmed. “Well, when we aren't being shipped off somewhere.”

It was a realization that hit you like a bolt of lightning. You hadn't really thought about them leaving since you had arrived. You had thought a bit about it when you had first received their files, but that had always seemed so distant- so far in the future. Now your future was colliding with your present.

You chose to ignore the end of his statement and focus on the positive.

“I think these are my favorite,” you mumbled, too entranced to look away.

“Really, sweetheart? Couldn't tell.” Kyle snickered, the joke going right over your head. The two men watched you stare at the jellyfish tank going on for what was five minutes now. Not an ounce of impatience in their bones. They were too busy taking in the way your eyes were round, your pupils taking up most of the space. The blue light reflecting from your eyes adds a bit more of a twinkle than usual. Johnny had to finally break away after he spent too much time staring at your parted lips. His gaze landed on Kyle. The way he was looking at you mirrored the way you were looking at the jellyfish. He’s sure he looked the same. Kyle broke himself away quickly catching Johnny's eyes.

“We got lucky, aye?” Johnny mouthed, which Kyle agreed to without hesitation.

You were finally able to reel yourself back to reality when your stomach started to growl. Kyle looked at his watch. “Couple hours past noon. Ready for lunch?”

You were about to exit the aquarium, when something caught Johnny's eye, making him pull you into the gift shop. Kyle chuckled, following the two of you. Johnny pushed past little kids with little regard until you finally found what had caught his eye.

A row full of jellyfish plushies.

You were a bit surprised he could see them from all the way by the door.

“Which one do you like?” he beamed at you.

“I don't have any mo”-

“I'll buy. Which one?” he interjected. He looked a bit offended that you expected to buy it yourself.

Your cheeks had been stinging all day from how much you'd been smiling, and this wasn't helping. You looked through them carefully. You didn't want one that was big. A small one would be nice to cuddle with at night. You scanned through red ones, purples ones, orange ones, and rainbow ones till you finally found the perfect one for you. It was plain. A off-white color, but it was the softened fabric you had ever felt. The reason it had caught your attention was its eyes, one of them hadn't been sewn on. Yet the fluffy guy still had a little smile on its face.

“I love this one.” you smiled wickedly, pulling it from its hiding place. Johnny’s brows furrowed.

“It's missing an eye,” he said slowly like he was afraid it would break your heart.

“I know.” you hummed, curling your finger around its little tentacles. “He deserves a good home just as much as anybody,” you affirmed. The two men exhaled rather harshly. It wasn't every day they were exposed to such thoughtfulness. It was their turn to get struck by the bolt or reality. Amidst the hell they were exposed to, would there finally be a little ounce of comfort for them?

“Then let's get the lad home.” Johnny smiled.

You all ended up at a nice Italian place for lunch where you ate more than your weight in breadsticks.

After that, you ended up in a store you had never been to to pick up some essentials you might need- well according to the boys snacks were essential. They gave you no limit and actually encouraged you to pick out things. If you stared at anything- or god forbade touch it- it ended up in the cart. You ended up with two pillows, another blanket, your favorite snacks, your favorite movie, a new pack of socks, some lotion, a sweater, a few clothing items they snuck in, and finally a pair of headphones.

“This is too much really.” you started. It wasn't the first time you had insisted.

“Consider it an ‘I'm sorry’ for a shite first day yesterday,” Kyle assured. You wondered if Kate had said something to them. You doubt she would go behind your back and do something like that. Maybe they came to the realization themselves.

“You sure?” you asked. Kyle quickly nodded his head, a playful smile across his pretty face.

A part of you couldn't wait for Kate to call tonight. You almost wanted everyone you knew to call just so you could rub a little something in their face.

You just hoped you weren't getting ahead of yourself.

This chapter is pretty short, but I hope you liked it regardless! See you in two days for chapter 7! 🧡

[saywhat-politics]

By A.L. Lee | Published on: July 4, 2025 CommentsComments (0)

Hector Vargas Santos thought a presidential pardon would wipe his slate clean—and maybe even his wallet. But when the former U.S. Marine tried to claw back the money he paid in fines and restitution after his conviction in the Capitol riot, a federal judge made clear that forgiveness doesn’t come with a refund.

Santos, 29, of Jersey City, New Jersey, had hoped to recover more than $2,000 in payments made before he was pardoned by President Donald Trump. His case was among more than 1,500 Jan. 6 defendants who received clemency after Trump returned to office in January.

However, in a nine-page ruling issued last Friday, U.S. District Judge Randolph Moss sent the defendant packing with a legal precedent established 148 years ago.

“As the Supreme Court explained in Knote… once a conviction has been ‘established by judicial proceedings,’ any penalties imposed are ‘presumed to have been rightfully done and justly suffered,’ regardless of whether the defendant later receives a pardon,” he wrote, citing the U.S. Supreme Court’s 1877 Knote v. United States decision. That ruling described a pardon as “an act of grace” that does not restore “rights or property once vested in others in consequence of the conviction and judgment.”

Moss, an appointee of President Barack Obama, firmly rejected Santos’ refund request because his debt to society had been paid during the time of his incarceration.

“Because Santos’ payments were collected while his convictions were ‘in force,’ id., the funds were not ‘erroneously collected’ and are therefore not refundable,” the judge wrote.

In 2023, Santos was convicted of four misdemeanors stemming from his role in the Jan. 6 Capitol riot. 

“Santos was one of thousands who descended upon the Capitol that day, but he was one of the first individuals to breach the restricted Capitol grounds,” Moss noted. “Santos and his fellow rioters caused substantial physical damage to the Capitol, requiring the expenditure of more than $2.8 million for repairs.”

[digimontcgcatalog]

Satsuki Tamahime BT14-086

[florenceafternoon]

━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

I've also seen a lot of people asking for 6/7th year jily so I tried to include some. These fics explore how much they've grown in that period between the end of school and the rising tensions of war.

Of course, I've also included fics with marauders shenanigans. As always, these fics are set in the wizarding world but aren’t necessarily canon complaints.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries.

Death and Other Inconveniences by @asteriaem

When James Potter disappeared for ten days in the middle of the spring term of their fifth year, the whole school noticed. He buried his parents in a quiet ceremony and returned to school amid outrageous rumours.

When Lily Evans disappeared for three days before the Christmas holidays in sixth year, two people noticed. She found the house packed, a nasty note from her sister, and spent the rest of the holidays sleeping rough. Both are left grieving and angry at Hogwarts over the summer, with no where else to go and war raging around them. Really, how else could it have gone?

God where do I even start? This fic is incredibly well written; everything from how well-rounded and dynamic all the characters are to the dialogue and descriptions. For everyone tired of character deformation and would like to read a long-form that explores the turbulence of adolescence coupled with grief and the uncertainties of war this fic is for you. When I say I miss old jily, I mean this exact era of characterisation.

Notes by @scriibble-fics

On an ordinary Tuesday in October of 1975, James Potter passes Lily Evans a note. She has no way of knowing it, of course, but it’s the first note of thousands that will pass between them in the years to come.

Head of House by SwissCheesePlant

The consequences of Sirius and James pretending to be boyfriends weren't supposed to come to a head during a convoluted and unnecessarily kinetic drinking game... but such is life.

As If By Magic by @annabtg

Lily Evans, Head Girl, is starting her seventh year at Hogwarts. Alongside her, Head Boy James Potter, who has always had a crush on her yet has given up all hope of winning her over. But between working together, sharing fun times with friends and getting through the darker moments that come with living in an era of war, things between them are bound to change...

Questions and Answers by lizardcookie (on ao3)

The simple question of whether or not they're dating doesn't exactly have a simple answer (seventh Year jily).

Come Together by @thequibblah

It’s difficult to say when James and Lily took the first steps to love. Perhaps they had always been walking this road, unaware of the person they were walking towards until the mist cleared. They would fall in love eventually — but we would be remiss in ignoring the hiccups along the way.

Okay so confession, I haven’t read this but it's been on my TBR for ages and everyone's been recommending me to read it. Judging by other works by the same author that I have read, I can attest that Lily and James have always been well-written so I trust that this fic is no exception.

These next few fics are all by @gigglesandfreckles-hp because Abi's characterisations are perfect and there’s just something about her writing that transports me to the scene. This woman can make me laugh and cry and worry all in under three thousand words.

roots of memory

Lily frowns slightly, mulling it over. “I’m not really sure either,” she admits. “Honestly, don’t take this personally, but I don’t remember much about you in the first couple of years. I think I was too focused on trying to figure out school and magic and everything else.”

James clutches his chest in mock offence. “I’ll act like that didn’t just irreparably damage my soul.”

crafting chemistry

“Is there something that needs to be discussed between the three of us?” Minerva prompts, her eyes narrowing sharply.

Lily’s face betrays her first. A bright flush creeps slowly along her cheeks, blooming from her neck upward, as though her skin can’t hide the emotion simmering underneath. She keeps her eyes stubbornly trained on the far corner of the office, anywhere but James. Minerva notices James’s hand, the one that had been habitually running through his hair, freeze mid-motion, his fingers tightening slightly.

but we dream in the light (a continuation of one of my favourite fics)

“Lily Evans, we have got to stop meeting like this,” he grins.

She shakes her head, laughing. “Jesus Christ.”

James spins around dramatically. “Where?”

the dance of mischief and duty

Lily Evans is an infuriating mosaic of traits—beautiful and she knows it, captain of the House Quidditch team, and the loudest voice in nearly any room. She has this way of floating through the school, her laughter ringing out as she moves between corridors and classes, one arm usually slung around Sirius Black’s shoulder and the other gesticulating wildly as she spins tales of misadventure.

But she also sort of has a point, and that’s possibly the most infuriating part about her.

prompt: flip the script

my church offers no absolutes

She stares at him, her eyes the only ones open as the priest prays, but she can’t look away.

James Potter is here.

under the influence of loss

“Like what? You fancy me! Kiss me.”

Each time she says it, it’s like a new bruise blooms around his heart, her words pressing on all of them at once.

“I can’t!” he shouts, the frustration cracking through.

“Because I’ve been drinking?” she demands, a bitter laugh escaping her. “Your chivalry is duly noted, Potter, but I’m giving you a pass here. Just—”

“It’s not about that,” he interrupts.

You know what they say, you can tell who an author's favourite character is by how much they make them suffer

From the Edge by @maraudersftw

A three-hour-long detention. A barrage of unspilled words. A kiss that has remained unacknowledged. Until now.

That Summer by the_casual_author (on ao3)

In which James and Lily spend the summer in a house by the sea. (and fall in love in the process)

pleasant, poised, polite, professional by @ohmygodshesinsane

Lily Evans' journalism career is stagnating, and when Mumblemumps sweeps through the office, she couldn't be less pleased to be asked to cover the sports beat. James Potter, the captain of the Wimborne Wasps who is campaigning to win Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile, only seems to confirm her worst fears about athletes. Until.

If you enjoyed James' characterisation in James Potter Won't Go Quietly then you'll enjoy this

Fantasise also by @ /ohmygodshesinsane

When Lily ends up taking Veritaserum as part of one of Sirius' games, James finds that he really doesn't need to know any of the nitty-gritty details. Fate has other plans.

And James Potter also by @ /ohmygodshesinsane

The most unfortunate part about being one of the best students in the year, if you ask Lily Evans, is being forced to work alongside James Potter. The most fortunate part about being one of the best students in the year, if you ask James Potter, is getting opportunities to annoy Lily Evans. The fact of the matter is, that despite their both being talented, intelligent students with bright futures and burning competitive streaks, Lily and James will never get along. No matter how much others think they ought to.

Braid also by @ /ohmygodshesinsane

Sick and tired of revision, Lily gladly takes a distraction in the name of giving James Potter a helping hand.

Revenge Tastes Sweeter by @charmsandtealeaves

This by far had to be one of the more stupid things that Lily Evans had ever agreed to, and she’d gone along with a lot of her friends' bullshit ideas. She’d wanted to maintain her dignity in breaking up with her shit of an ex-boyfriend. However, fake dating James Potter hadn’t been in her grand plan of dignity. She’d merely been venting her frustrations to her dorm mates in the common room, she hadn’t expected advice and well… plotting. Though she should have expected better, these lot were always plotting something. Was it too late to just go with Dorcas’ “Stab him!” suggestion?

Simmer Until Ready by @kay-elle-cee

James Potter is not a healer. His is a potioneer—the Order of the Phoenix's lead potioneer, in fact. So when their top field fighter—Lily Evans—comes to him for treatment after a particularly rough mission, he helps the best way he knows how: a vial of freshly-brewed Skele-Gro and a dose of laughter.

Kels always writes the best order!jily

climb higher by penniesinthepool (on ao3)

It's been three (long) years since Lily and James have seen each other. Now, he's living out his dream playing Quidditch with Puddlemere United and she hers as an Auror.

They're happy. But fate (and annoying friends) works in funny ways, sometimes, and through a series of chance meetings, they begin to wonder if maybe, just maybe, they could be happier. My take on what would maybe happen in a universe where James wasn't Head Boy, taken to the extreme.

after O.W.L.s by @juniperpyre

a short snippet of James Potter's and Lily Evans' thoughts after their Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L., and before the altercation with Severus Snape changes everything.

It was so close to going a better way

Haley's characterisations are always on point

”Just” Partners by @petalsthefish

James asks Lily what they are after a series of long and hidden snogs in dark corridors.

tied to you by @jjameslily

Lily’s foot sank into the damp earth as she stepped closer to the water’s edge. The lake mirrored the starry sky above, but something else caught her eye – a shape in the reflection.

James my sweet summer child, thank you for looking after her

Love for the Summer by @missgryffin

It's the summer after sixth year, Lily Evans is realizing she fancies James Potter, and James has Sirius Black's motorbike to thank for getting Lily out of the friend zone.

of hearts and keys by the_crownless_queen (on ao3)

In a world where magic means everyone can see your soul, Lily Evans wonders what it would feel like for someone she loves to open her heart.

Seven Years and Seventy More by surlybobbies (on ao3)

When James walked into the 7th year Gryffindor boys’ dormitory a few moonstruck minutes later, he found Sirius lying in bed with his hands folded across his stomach. “Been with Evans, then?” he asked, without lifting his head. There was a distinct note of disapproval in his voice.

James froze in the act of unwinding the scarf from his neck. “Er, yeah.”

“She doing well?” Remus asked from his bed, the closest one to the door. He had a book open on his lap but had lifted his gaze when James came in. His stare was steady and pleasant, but there was a sharpness behind it that put James on the defensive.

(James has some news.)

This Town Is Fake But You're The Real Thing by @tedwardremus

Teen radio star Lily Evans works for a show on the wizarding wireless network called, The Marauders. The teen soap drama stars James Potter as an arrogant school jock and centers on the secret adventures of his friends in the forbidden forest as illegal animagus and a werewolf. The show's antagonist, played by Severus Snape, left after a scandal, and now Lily has a romantic storyline with James in the final season of the show. Basically, her life is a disaster.

Prophecy by Alohaemora (on ao3)

Faint rays of sunlight began to filter into the nursery from the pink-red sky outside, the morning song of robins and thrushes lilting as all of Sirius's worst fears manifested before him, devastating in their might.

"Fuck," he whispered. A horrible, painful lump swelled in his throat, clawing, stinging. "Fucking hell."

The corners of Lily's lips trembled. "James didn't know how to tell you."

Not quite a jily fic but I wanted to share

not as smart as you think you are (or how to fall in love in 7 months) by Squidge_06 (on ao3)

Lily Evans has spent the past 6 years excelling at school and hating James Potter. Both these facts converge suddenly at the beginning of her 7th year when she’s confronted with a less than perfect grade and a Transfiguration tutor who is the very last person she wants to see.

That same person might just turn out to be a whole lot more complicated and just a little more wonderful than she could ever have imagined.

Meeting the Potters by FloreatCastellum (on ao3)

It's always a risk, introducing your parents to your girlfriend. Most people don't have to worry about whether or not their mother is going to be in handcuffs, though.

Mistle-Wow by LiveLaughLoveToRead (on ao3)

Lily and James Potters’ love was fiery, filled with passion, tragedy, and love. It was not a fast ignition of a flame that proceeded to burn bright. No, it was a flame that was lit on the Hogwarts Express before anyone had joined the compartment. It burned brighter as their years progressed, and it was lit ablaze in their seventh year. It burned until the day they died.

Or an incident that would have had Madam Pince seething (if they were caught)

Simple Math by yallofthemwitches (on ao3)

Remus notices something is off about James and Lily at the Prefect's meeting.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct; Master List pt 1

Links to my various HAE stuff, some mobile devices do not show the links properly.

Warnings: Yandere Twisted Wonderland AU, Minors Do Not Interact, Monster Twisted Wonderland AU, Fics and Head Canons, Links,

Link to pt 2:

Link to pt 3:

Fics: Main story-

Side Fics-

Distant Horizons (Hades POV) Stolen With a Kiss (Ficlet, Rook route) Stolen With a Kiss (Ficlets, Riddle route, Leona route, Azul route, Vil route, Idia route, Malleus route)

Fan Art:

- Leona - Jamil vs Epel - Vil - The Queen and King of Hearts - Neige - Deuce

*Contains Spoilers for later chapters of HAE

Short Funnies/ Short Quotes:

- Wish Granted - Silver and Caffeine - Don't Rile The Dogs - Plot Bunny - Sturdy Dog - Cradled - Love? - Pick Up The Phone - Glasses - Projecting - Shrimp - Life (NSFW lite) - Ovulation - Outside Dogs - Divus and His Pup - Odd Behavior - Fae Trap - Florida Human and Sebek - Scare Jamil - Science and Thirst-traps

Head Canons:

Clerical Things: Making the AU Plot Bunny

General Head canons:

- What Monsters are they? - What do they look like? - Lore Regarding the Great Seven (+ The Righteous Judge - The Underworld King (I forgot him)) - Lore Regarding the Underworld King - Technology in Monster AU? - Human Peacekeepers? - Monsters and Humans - Humans and the Human-eating Monsters - Humans and The Queen of Hearts Rules pt 1 - Processed foods? (+ 2 other questions) - Humans Staring out in TWST AU - Humans are Cute Pt 1 - Humans are Cute Pt 2 - Vampire? - Poaching - Alcohol? Pt 1 - Pupils - Livestock? - Fae and Alcohol - Heights of Characters - Who Wields What Weapon? - Warm or Cold? - Clothes? - Caffeine - Monsters and Bathrooms? - What Monster Tsums Look Like - Why Don't they Go to the Human World? - Addiction and Withdrawal From Humans - Fae Adopting Humans - Fae Poachers - Humans and Half-Human Children - Where Do The Yanderes Live?

General Headcanons and The Human:

- Autistic Human - The Human and Tsums - The Human and Wax - Monsters Vs their Tsums - Monsters and Human Tsum - Monster Tsums and Human Tsum - Using Puppy Eyes to Get out of Trouble - Pregnancies from the Different Species (Pregnancy Warning) - Napping Human Pt 1 - Heart Shapes - Courting Rituals - Orthodontal Logistics - Human Leaves NRC Grounds - Common Misconceptions About Human - The Human Goes Home - Yandereness and Addiction to Humans - More Graduates of NRC Show Back Up? - Responding to Cozy Human - The Human and Healthcare pt 1 - The Human and Healthcare pt 2 - Take a Shower With The Human - Felting With Fur - The Human Collects Things pt 1 - Who Wants to Meet The Human pt 1 - Who Wants to Meet The Human pt 2

Poly Groups: - Poly Groups and Kids (The Hoard, Poisonous Beauty, Octo-Trio) - Pregnancy Announcement 1 (The Hoard, Idia, Poisonous Beauty, Octo-Trio) - Pregnancy Announcement 2 (Golden Sands, Wild Card, The Pride's Pack, Fruit Bearers)

[chaoisurmaster]

ab riding with higuruma

My first time posting my work. This is a quick drabble I typed up a year ago randomly. This isn’t proofread at all. Enjoy! 😊

(posted on the wrong blog earlier. 🤦🏻‍♀️)

“You’re going to be late Hiromi.” You coo at the brunette that’s sucking on your collarbone. He dips his face into your neck and inhales your scent. “Trying to kick me out of our bed beloved?” He asks as he grabs your hand and brings it up to his mouth. He kisses the tips of your fingers and lightly nips your thumb. You let out a small laugh and shake your head, “No but don’t you have an 8am bench call with the judge for your Kyoto client?”

He licks your thumb and fixes his eyes on yours. They’re full of adoration and arousal. He lets out a sigh, “I swear you should quit your job and just let me hire you as my personal assistant.” You giggle. “Oh but wouldn’t people frown cause I’m fucking my boss?” You let your index finger trace a line down his chest and circle his nipple. “I would just tell them that you’re making sure my mental is in order.” He kisses your forehead, “Or I could say you’re earning your promotion.”

You laugh and push his face away. “Oh and we both know I would earn that and a parking space.” He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. You squeal as he maneuvers you on top of him. “A parking space too?” He questions as he smiles looking up at you. His hands work their way up and cup your breasts, his thumbs flick your hard peaks. You nod and hum, “I absolutely would get a parking space.”

“And just how would you go about getting that?” He teases as he shifts slightly under you. He can feel the heat radiated off your core on his abs. You rake your fingernails down his chest and stomach and then back up again. “I have my ways.” You tease as you grind down on the defined abs below. He stifles a groan. “Maybe I should show you?” He nods as his Adam’s Apple bobs up and down. You grind up and down again and he grips your fleshy thighs. “You’re such a fucking tease.” He breathes out.

You laugh and grind more. Your slick leaking out and coating his abdomen. “Oh but you like it Mr. Lawyerman.” Your hips buck up and down causing more friction to your clit. He groans from the wetness that’s dripping onto him and down his sides onto the bed. You’re itching for another round but you know he can’t be late to work but the way he’s starting to writhe under you is tempting. “Maybe—“ the alarm goes off again. He reaches over and snoozes it and just as he’s about to turn his attention back to you, his cell phone rings.

“Don’t move from there.” He commands and you nod your head. Hiromi answers the call. It’s his paralegal assistant calling to tell him that the judge has changed some criteria so they need to rush to the office right now before heading to the courthouse. You bite your bottom lip, you shouldn’t distract him from the call, but you two were in the middle of an important conversation as well. You start grinding on him again. He places his free hand on one of your hips in an attempt to stop you.

You give him a smile and blow a kiss as you grind harder. He slaps your ass and you throw your head back. A moan escapes your lips and he hurries to end the call. He throws the phone to the side and his other hand grips your other hip. “Why do you always do things like— ah — that?” Hiromi bucks his hips up, desperate to feel something against his growing erection. “Aw, don’t even cry. You— oh shit— love when I pull stunts like this.” Your wet folds are rubbing back and forth on his abs and you can feel an orgasm creeping up fast.

“Almost there 'Romi.” You whine out. “Let it out baby. I’m right here.” Your brows knit together as you look down at him and your orgasm fires off through your body. Legs tingling and toes curling as you release all your warm nectar onto his 6 pack. “Good girl.” He groans out. You lean down and kiss him. “You better get to the office.” You whisper into the kiss. He chuckles, “I’ll have to shower quickly first.” He says as you slide off him and he stands up.

You grab his arm. “Don’t shower.” He looks back at you with a quizzical face. “Excuse me, beloved?” You pull him to you. “I said, don’t shower. Go like this.” A devious smile splayed across your face. Hiromi laughs and shakes his head, “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.” He indulges your request and he’d be lying if he wasn’t turned on by the fact that while he’s working, your most recent declaration of love is signed on his lower abdomen. He gets dressed and kisses you goodbye.

Hiromi arrives at his office. His secretary greets him and follows him to his office. She’s filling him in on the STAT messages left for him. She hands him his coffee and just before she exits his office she turns to him, “Mr. Higuruma, are you wearing a new cologne?” Hiromi almost spits his coffee out, “Uh um, yes. A last minute one I decided to put on.” He smiles. “It’s nice. I really like it. You should wear it more often!” She beams before exiting. Hiromi laughs and shakes his head, “Yeah, I may just start wearing it daily.”

a/n: hope you enjoyed!

[jamesdaycare]

A Wet Service, Part 1

“Oh hi there handsome! Oh you look really surprised! Judging by your room decoration I bet you´re not very used to bring girls to your place... I don´t know what´s worse honestly. If the baby powder smell, the basket full of toys, or the adult sized crib."

"Oh no, I know for sure what´s the worst thing: The big diaper strapped on your bottom! *giggle* Oh I´m just messing around with you! Pleased to meet you by the way, I´m Denise. Hahaha, what an observant boy! Well yes, I´m a bit taller than you. I´m 6´2´´ cutie, what about you? Oh 5´1´´? If you get on your tip toes maybe you can reach my boobies hahaha".

"What am I doing here? Your mommy hired me because, well... Let´s just say a certain someone is starting to have big boy urges. She told me about your morning woods when you wake up and she changes your diapers, and she even mentioned your ´number 3 accidents´. Awww look at you blushing! Don´t worry, it´s something natural in boys your age."

"So I´m here to help you with those urges. Well yes sweetie, why did you think I was in your bedroom in just my underwear? Oh you must be so used to seeing mommy walking around in just her underwear this is just natural for you. After all, you´re just a baby, she doesn´t have to cover herself, does she? But I think the tent you´re pitching in your nappy begs to differ... Awww did someone get excited thinking of mommy?"

"Why don´t you take those nappies off and show me what you´re packing down there?"

"Oh my god! That must be the cutest little penis I´ve ever seen! You don´t have a single hair down there! I have to get closer to see this."

"Awww and your erection is even cuter. It´s not the typical hard on that shouts ´I wanna fuck now!´. This hard on is saying ´pwease Miss Denise! Can you hewp me make my widdle boy mess?´. Why don´t you say that for me? Say it, come on, don´t be shy!"

"Dawww you´re just the cutest client I´ve ever been with! Oh no, you´re right! Of course you´re a big boy... All this little boy´s room decoration is just a coincidence! And I bet you don´t even need to wear those pampers, huh? Your mommy is just too overprotective, I know, I know."

"Oh, I see Mr. Big Boy here is getting a bit distracted... Do you like Miss Denise´s boobies? Yes, I know they´re big. And I bet by how much you’re salivating you really want to suck them, don’t you? But don´t get false hopes kiddo, this titties don´t have milk for you to suck on! *giggle*"