#make fun of me . to the point where today still i have a fear of doing anything new because i won’t understand it at first or understand it

[ahalliance]

never in my life could i play a game like outer wilds live on stream with how fucking insane the chat gets when you don’t understand something in 1 second

[berfgrimm]

nothing else matters | choi seunghyun

pairing: choi seunghyun x f!reader warnings: smut, oral, fluff, sneaking around, jiyong's sister!reader notes: this one is going to be part of a series that i'm really looking forward to working on. i hope you all enjoy! as always, thank you for reading and taking the time to like/comment/reblog. it means a lot to me.

You’d been secretly sleeping with your brother’s best friend for months. You weren’t proud of it, but you weren’t ashamed either — something about sneaking around made things more exciting. Besides, it was all for fun. It started with making out when you’d both had a few drinks, then moved to sober kisses when he would visit you at your apartment. It was only a couple of weeks of this before it moved to occasional late night hook ups at each other’s homes, sneaking out before the sun came up.

Neither of you ever discussed what you were doing. You simply enjoyed the time alone with one another and acted casual around everyone else. It was just a way to pass the time with someone you cared about, but you found yourself missing him when you couldn’t see him. You’re too scared to bring it up to him, for fear of him not feeling the same way, so you settle for what you have, hoping that it will be enough.

Today, the band is recording a few songs for the new album, and when you arrive under the guise of visiting your brother, Jiyong, he and the others are preparing to break for lunch. Everyone except Seunghyun, who Daesung informed you was hard at work and would not break until he completed his adlibs.

You chat with the group for a few moments before waving them off to lunch, saying that you’d stop by to say Seunghyun before leaving yourself. Once you are sure the others have left for lunch, you find your way to the control room for the booth at the far end of the building, where you know Seunghyun will still be working. He always favored this room to record his adlibs, because it was smaller and more secluded, affording him the opportunity to better focus without his bandmates distracting him. You almost feel bad about the thoughts your mind is currently feeding you.

“Hey,” you say, once you step into the room, closing the door gently behind you. Seunghyun, who is sitting at the control panel, turns quickly in his chair, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Hey,” Seunghyun says, glancing around to make sure you were alone, as if anyone else would be hiding the small space of the room. “What are you doing here?”

“I stopped by to see Ji,” you reply, but then shrug your shoulders. “I thought I’d come say ‘hi’, at least. I don’t want to interrupt.”

It’s a lie, and judging by the look on Seunghyun’s face, he can tell. You didn’t need to come to the studio today to see your brother, but you needed to see Seunghyun. The group has been overwhelmingly busy and you’ve had less time to spend with Seunghyun.

“Are the others–?”

“They left for lunch just now,” you say, grabbing the only other chair in the room and rolling it closer to Seunghyun before sitting, merely a foot away from him. “Can I watch? I promise I’ll be quiet.” The small smile on Seunghyun’s lips is noticeable, but he quickly looks back towards the computer screen to hide his amusement.

“We both know you aren’t capable of being quiet,” he mutters.

“Oh, me?” you laugh. “What about you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Seunghyun says, still focusing on the screen.

You know he’s teasing, but you also know his neck looks really good right now, and that if you get him in exactly the right spot, you’ll prove your point. You grab onto the armrest of his chair, leaning your body closer so you’re able to press your lips to the spot where his jaw ends, leaving a playful bite. He jumps at the sudden contact, hissing your name as quietly as he can.

“Anyone can walk in,” he whispers.

“I told you, they’re at lunch,” you mutter, your mouth creeping closer to the spot on his neck that drives him crazy. He’s tense, his hands gripping the end of the armrests, still not convinced that you’re alone. “Do you want me to stop?” you ask, your tone more serious now as you pause to wait for his response. He lets out a sigh, tilting his head to the side to bare more of his neck to you.

“Please don’t leave a mark,” he whispers, his voice deeper now. “They’ll never let me hear the end of it until I tell them where I got it.” You chuckle quietly, returning to your previous task of kissing and biting along his pulse.

When your mouth finally reaches the spot you’re in search of, you bite just a little harder, earning the groan you were after. You chuckle against his skin, shifting towards him more to get a better hold on him. Placing one of your hands on the other side of his head to hold him still, your other hand rests high on his thigh, squeezing softly.

“Don’t get any big ideas,” Seunghyun warns. “They could come back at any minute.”

“I guess I’ll have to work fast, then, hm?” you reply, leaving bites along his jaw.

Seunghyun rolls his head towards you, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you deeply. As soon as his tongue slips into your mouth, it’s as though you switched places, with you being the one weak from his mouth, though it wouldn’t be the first time. You focus long enough to slip your hand up his thigh, pressing to his crotch to find that he’s already getting hard.

“Fuck, baby, c’mon,” he breathes against your lips.

Your mind goes blank for a moment. It’s the first time he’s called you anything besides your name. Sure, he would occasionally use other, more respectful honorific titles with you, but he would do the same with everyone, so it never felt different. But this? Hearing him call you something so casual yet so romantic sends your body into overdrive, making you whimper against his lips. You want to do everything you can to hear him say it again.

Seunghyun spreads his legs wider, so you continue to rub him through his jeans. When he breaks from the kiss, breathless as he looks down at your hand, you kiss his jaw again, desperation taking over. Seunghyun sets his hand on the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to the spot on his neck you were attacking before – you take the hint and start sucking softly on his skin.

“Your mouth is going to get me in trouble,” he mumbles, his fingers gently rubbing your scalp.

Through the sound isolated walls of the control room, you can hear another voice calling out what sounds like Seunghyun’s name. You both freeze in a panic, hoping that maybe they won’t come to this room, but the voice starts to get closer, and Seunghyun looks terrified. If you get caught, and Jiyong finds out…

“The desk,” Seunghyun says, scooting his chair back enough to give you the space to crawl under the control desk.

Once you settle in what you can only call a nest of wires, Seunghyun scoots his chair back under the desk, blocking you in and hopefully hiding you from the view of the owner of this voice. He quickly shoves your chair away from him, and adjusts his attention forward just as the door to the room opens.

“Hey, man,” the voice says, as the person walks into the room. You don’t recognize the voice as that of your brother, nor is it Taeyang or Daesung, so you attribute it to one of the engineers of the studio. “Where is everyone else?” they ask.

“Oh, uh, out to lunch,” Seunghyun replies, his voice noticeably shaky.

The man responds in kind, but you don’t hear what he says, your mind preoccupied with your proximity to Seunghyun’s crotch. The idea that pops into your head is devious, and you’re sure it will be quite risky, but you can’t stop yourself. You press your hands against Seunghyun’s inner thighs, urging them wider apart so you could scoot closer. When your fingers find the button of his jeans, he tenses, and you can hear him feign a cough to disguise his surprise.

The two men continue to chat, but you stop listening altogether, instead dragging the zipper of his jeans down. You’re thankful he chose to wear jeans that were even slightly looser than normal today, which gave you more room to slip your hand into his jeans to pull him free from his briefs. Seunghyun scoots his chair forward, inching closer towards you, and you smile at the subtle invitation.

It only takes a few strokes of your hand with your mouth softly sucking on his tip before he’s fully erect, leaking precum onto your tongue. His legs are fidgeting, but you can tell he’s trying to stay as still as possible to avoid getting caught. You can hear the way he speaks is strained, and thankfully the other man hasn’t caught on yet, but you don’t know how much longer Seunghyun will be able to keep quiet.

As much as you know you moan, Seunghyun is always much more vocal – you’re sure you could get off to a recording of his moans alone. His voice is always so deep, and his moans match the same tone, rumbling through his body to the point you can feel the vibrations when he’s inside of you. You feel yourself getting wet just from the thought of his moans.

You give him more languid strokes, licking your lips as you watch the way he looks in your hand. In the cramped space beneath the desk, you can’t get to Seunghyun like you really want to, not without giving yourself away, so you settle for what you can do. You angle your head forward again, taking his head into your mouth, sucking harder now as your hand strokes him a little faster.

“Are you okay?”

The man is catching onto the way Seunghyun is acting, and you’re tempted to push him even more just to add to the risk. But Seunghyun mutters a quick excuse about being scattered from how difficult the recording has been. His shaky voice tries to disguise just how turned on he is so you risk it, taking him a little deeper into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks.

“Have you eaten today?” the man pushes.

“I think I’m about to,” Seunghyun replies.

You smirk around him, trying to hide the excited giggle that bounces through your insides. When Seunghyun’s hand slips under the desk, pressing to the back of your head, you find it more difficult to hide your own sounds of pleasure. You find your breathing getting a little louder, so you pull him from your mouth, stroking him from head to base with each motion. Seunghyun’s hand maneuvers from the back of your head, to your jaw, as if he wants to touch you but he doesn’t know where – you get an idea.

When his thumb brushes over your chin, you part your lips, waiting for his fingers to near your mouth again. When his digits try to trace your lips, you tip your head forward and tease his fingers with the tip of your tongue. You feel him tense again, so you keep pushing, taking them into your mouth, and he responds by carefully touching your tongue. Your mouth closes around his digits, sucking softly as you continue to stroke him as best as you are able to.

You need a little bit of relief yourself, so you unfasten your jeans with your free hand, carefully adjusting your position so you can slide your hand into your panties. As soon as your fingers make contact with your wetness, you pull in a small gasp, which Seunghyun thankfully quickly covers up by clearing his throat.

“Alright, man, I’m heading out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your heart rate increases when you hear the man excuse himself from the room, but you continue to tease both yourself and Seunghyun as you listen to the man depart. There is a distinct change in Seunghyun’s breath, as he waits for a few moments to give the man time to leave the building altogether.

“Jesus Christ,” Seunghyun groans, slipping his fingers from your mouth, and scooting his chair back from the desk enough to peer down at you. “Are you trying to get us caught?”

“I couldn’t help it,” you whine. “I needed you.” Seunghyun’s eyes dart around from your face, to your hand that still strokes him, until he finally sees your hand in your panties.

“You’re touching yourself right now?” he asks, his voice tight. “What turned you on the most? The taste of me or the risk of getting caught.”

“Your fingers in my mouth.”

“Mmm, I didn’t know you were into that,” he mumbles, stifling another groan when you trace your tongue along his tip.

“I want to hear you moan,” you whisper, giving him the most innocent look you can muster. “Is the live room soundproof?”

Seunghyun swallows hard, watching the way you bite your lip, still stroking him. In one swift motion, he grabs you by both of your forearms and stands from his seat, tugging you along with him towards the live recording room. He pulls you into the room with him, slamming the door closed as he moves in on you, pinning you to the wall so he can kiss you deeply. Your hand slips between your bodies so you can still work him steadily.

The first moan he releases is muffled by the kiss, so you break free and kiss along his jaw, biting gently every so often to try to coax it from him. When you twist your hand over him, stroking a little faster, he groans, grabbing onto your hips firm enough to bruise them. You know he isn’t going to last much longer, so switch places with him, pressing his back to the wall so you can drop to your knees.

With full range of motion now, you take Seunghyun’s into your mouth halfway, bobbing your head and stoking in time. One of his hands grips your shoulder, as if for balance, while his other hand curls around the hem of his shirt, lifting it so he can watch you from above. He loosens up enough to let his moans be heard – rich and smooth, he moans your name, mixed between a few swears.

When you drop your hand from him, instead grabbing onto his hips, you take him deeper into your mouth, moving faster and faster, humming around him to urge him onward. You can feel him throbbing on your tongue, so you pull him from your mouth, opting to press a few kisses along his shaft while you listen to his moans grow throatier. You take him into your hand again, stroking faster, knowing he’s just on the edge – to give him the final push, you slip his tip back between your lips, sucking harshly until finally he throws his head back against the wall and spills into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby!” he moans. “Oh, my god.”

You swallow everything, licking him clean and watching the way his body twitches with each touch of your tongue. As soon as you finish, you look up at him, wiping your mouth with your fingers and licking them clean. Seunghyun’s eyes are darkened, and you know he’s going to fulfill the vague threat from earlier.

Seunghyun tucks himself back into his pants, buttoning up quickly before he grabs you, dragging you to your feet and swapping places with you again. When he kisses you, he seems desperate to taste himself on your tongue, soft groans escaping his throat as his tongue touches everything it can reach. You can feel his hands working your jeans and panties down your hips, stopping at your thighs before he finally lowers to his knees.

“Did you plan all of this?” he asks, looking up at you as he works your jeans lower, struggling to pull one leg free from the clothing. “You didn’t care about seeing your brother...you just wanted to see me, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. You brace yourself against the wall with one hand, threading the fingers of your other hand through his hair.

“You got this wet just from giving me head?” he asks, his eyelids heavy as he peers up at you again. You nod slowly in response, and watch as he plants a quick kiss to your inner thigh, eyes still on you – his eyes look different than you’ve ever seen them, almost as though he’s trying to play soft and innocent like you had done. “You really need me, don’t you?” he asks, his fingers tracing through your folds, just barely touching your clit to make you whimper. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I know you’re just aching for me. It’s been, what, three days?”

Seunghyun has never teased you like this before. Usually, there wasn’t much talking between the two of you while you were together, but you’d always wanted to try, envisioning the way his voice would sound while he said filthy things to you. You let out a huff of breath, feeling your legs trembling when he hasn’t even touched you yet.

When Seunghyun slips one finger inside of you, his mouth immediately presses to your clit, teasing with the tip of his tongue. You pull in a deep breath, watching him close his eyes as he tongues you, acting as though he loves it more than you do. His finger pumps into you all the way to his knuckle, now sucking on your clit.

“Fuck, Seunghyun,” you mutter, your knees buckling.

“Mhm,” he hums, pumping a little faster, and suddenly slipping his middle finger inside of you as well. Your hips buck against his face, and he laughs against you, his mouth opening so he can flick his tongue over your clit – the sensation of him breathing hard against you, panting as he eats you out, makes your head reel.

When his fingers curl inside of you, pressing that spot within you, the moan that you let out is needier than you thought possible. You fist his hair and bring your other hand to grab onto his shoulder to support your weight. You moan over and over, pleading with him and saying his name as if it’s all you know. Seunghyun chuckles against you, amused at the way you’re acting, which you assume is fair based on what you did to start all of this.

“I’m gonna–fuck, Seunghyun! I’m–”

“Mhm,” he hums against you, fingers pumping harder and faster.

It’s never been like this – desperate and needy, sloppy. Maybe you were both waiting for the other to take the next step. You’d have to ask him later, because now your vision begins to blur, your legs trembling as you feel your climax building faster.

You grind yourself against him, moaning and whimpering like you never have. The sound feels louder in the walls of the booth, and you can feel your eyes watering, sensations overwhelming you. Seunghyun eats you like a man possessed, like he’ll never have another opportunity – like he needs you.

“Fuck!” you moan, your climax hitting you hard.

Seunghyun keeps going, working every bit of it from you so you can ride the high as fully as possible. His other hand grips you hard to support you as he feels your knees begin to buckle and give out. You can’t focus on anything other than the waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, moaning and whimpering his name.

When he finally slows to a stop, he carefully eases your leg from his shoulder, making sure you can stand on your shaky legs as he looks up at you. Your eyes focus on his face, watching him wipe his mouth on the inside of his shirt as he stares up at you with awe in his eyes. You hope that you return the admiration in your own gaze, but your body still trembles as you try to regulate.

“Your legs are trembling,” Seunghyun points out, his hands gently rubbing them. You try to come up with something sarcastic to say in response, but your mind is blank from anything except him. He places his hands on the back of your thighs, tugging you so you are on your knees in front of him now. He kisses you deeply, and you have the opportunity to kiss him like he did you, tasting yourself in every corner of his mouth. When the kiss stops, he grasps your jaw softly, stroking his thumb over your lips as you both stare into one another’s eyes. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” he asks, his voice so soft.

“You want to have a sleepover?” you tease, kissing his cheek.

“We could have dinner,” he says. “Maybe watch a movie. I know we don’t usually do that sort of thing, but…I thought we could try something different.” You bite your lip when you see the anticipation in his eyes, as though he thinks you’re going to tell him you’re not interested. You lean in to kiss him on the corner of his mouth before you answer.

“That sounds nice,” you smile. “Of course I’ll stay with you.” Seunghyun grins wider, leaning in to kiss you again.

“You guys are so cute!”

The voice that rings out over the intercom of the booth scares you both, sending you scrambling away from one another as if you were on fire. Seunghyun’s eyes are wide, and you hurry to pull your jeans back on, out of view of the person on the other side of the window in the control room. Seunghyun stands up, peering through the window, a flush hitting his cheeks.

“I think we could mix some of these moans into a backing track,” the voice goes on, and you recognize it finally – Daesung.

“Fuck,” you grumble, finally fully clothed again so you can stand and join Seunghyun in looking through the window. Both Daesung and Taeyang are standing in the control room, laughing maniacally as they see the expressions on your faces.

“You assholes!” Seunghyun exclaims, his tone whiny and angry at once. “You didn’t record that, did you? Jiyong will kill us if–”

“No, we didn’t,” Taeyang says, calming his laughter enough to speak. “But you should really be more careful. Jiyong is in the booth down the hall, and he could have just as easily caught you.” Seunghyun sighs, taking your hand gently as he leads you from the booth and back into the control room.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Daesung asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“Do you pay my bills?” you ask, knitting your eyebrows together as you peer back at Daesung.

“No…” he answers, visibly confused.

“Then, it’s not your business what I do, is it?”

“Don’t push them, baby,” Seunghyun warns, laughing quietly.

“Oh, it’s ‘baby’, is it?” Daesung laughs. “It must really be serious.”

Seunghyun spends the next several minutes trying to convince his bandmates to keep your secret, begging and offering them whatever they wanted in exchange for their silence. You tune out, too focused on Seunghyun still holding your hand, fingers laced with yours. You focus on Daesung’s teasing of the nature of your relationship, and the way Seunghyun didn’t correct him. And most importantly, you focus on your night with Seunghyun, and what else will come of your relationship.

[merowkittie]

Hiii idk if you are still taking requests but Poolverine has taken over MY LIFE haha I would die for a Logan/Wade/Reader where they just worship their tiny lil mutant gf who could 100% kick their asses if she wanted to

hi hii!! i’m always taking requests, as long as my pinned post says ‘requests are open’!

poolverine has taken over my entire being i fear.

Lil Ass Kicker — DP & WV

summary: due to ur size most of the time sometimes people under estimate how strong you truly are. besides your boyfriends; they like when you remind them <3

warnings: none besides canon typical violence =] !

notes: i didn't specify if reader had specific mutant abilities..maybe i'll come up with a specific one laterr for future fics / hopefully this meets ur expectations, enjoy!

at this point, you didn't get offended when people looked at your stature and thought you were some weak tiny human, when in reality you were just as strong as Logan.. maybe even stronger?

you could kick a grown mans ass in seconds! your boyfriends have witnessed it AND have been on the receiving end before. and lets just say,

they LOVE it.

"ohh, come on peanut!" wade yells from your far left in a somewhat disappointed tone, "I'll admit you look hot but that's just disgusting."

you'll admit this wasn't the prettiest site, even though wade just called you sexy. you were sweaty, kind of covered in blood, and had just broken a mans arm and was using it to make him punch himself in his face. it was very amusing to you until wade burst your bubble.

with a roll of your eyes and the slightest quirk of your lips tugging up in the corners you tossed the man to the side and skipped over to logan who was almost covered in blood completely; his knuckles were basically dyed red from his claws coming in and out and with the blood of half of the people he stabbed..

you guys were an odd trio, but you worked!

"looks like yer having fun, huh?" logan looked down at you with a smirk.

he can also admit that you look beautiful right now sweaty and kicking ass left and right. he'd definitely show you how much he enjoyed witnessing this when you three got home.

you nodded in response to his question humming out an "mhm".

once wade caught up to you two, you guys began to wrap up your mission. it went by in a flash with constant grunts, bodies hitting the floors, gun shots, and to many bones breaking.

yea it was a bit over the top but hey! wade wanted to be a 'good' guy today so this is the schedule! what wasn't on the schedule was watching wade get impaled in the head by his own katana.

logan was too busy fighting to come over and give wade a hand so you had to take matters into your own hands.

silently, you snuck over to where he was and took the guy who impaled your boyfriend by surprise. your elbow reeled forward and hit him in the back the head, causing him to stumble. quickly, your leg swept his feet from under him causing him to trip over his own two feet. right before he fell, you took your gun from it's holster on your thigh and shot him in the head just as he hit the floor.

"oh god, i'm so painfully hard right now, babe." wade's voice chimed in from the floor. he still had the katana sticking through his head and you could tell he was feeling that loopy effect of it right now.

with a sigh, you helped him to his feet and yanked the katana out of his head. he shook his head side to side and groaned at the feeling of it being pulled out.

"thank you my incredibly strong, beautiful, and tiny girlfriend." he made kissy noises from underneath his masks, wanting you to kiss him over it. with a bit of a grimace you stood on your toes and pressed a quick kiss over his lips.

"wha' about me?" logan said from behind you, referencing to the kiss.

with an exaggerated groan and playful stomps of your feet you turned around him and gave him a kiss too.

"I hope you guys know this is very unprofessional!" you shouted as you walked away from the two with a huff.

they were definitely going to show you how in love they were with you when you got home.

[tinylilacbun]

How about the scene where Barry jumps? the Pogues for the gold but little reader or maybe reader is a little sibling of one of them is there too?

Pogue Experience

Pairing: brother!jj maybank x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: heavy angst, like I'm not joking this fic is heavy considering the reader is a toddler in this one so be aware!! Mention of guns, shouting, fighting, crying

A/N: so...I dunno how to defend this one. Enjoy!

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After they made their way to the pawn shop and got told to drive to a warehouse they had to make little stop before that.

That's how the Twinkie is now standing in front of the entrance from the kindergarten, JJ leaning against the van with his arms crossed as he's waiting for you to come out.

Soon children began to pile out, pushing at each other to get to their parents and JJ squats down to catch you in his awaiting arms. "What's up, kiddo. Had fun today?"

"Uh-huh! We- uh we mades bracelets. Here look!" You smile, holding different selfmade and colorful bracelets up into his face, giggling at the way his eyes crossed to focus on them.

"Oh, wow, that's cool." He says, copying your smile and it only grows when you slip one of the bracelets on his wrists. "That's for me? No way."

You nod your head, squealing when he tickles your sides before hoisting you onto Sarah's lap in the front passenger seat, buckling you both with the only functional buckle of the Twinkie, your safety his top priority.

You turn your head and wave at the others happily, giving each of them their own bracelet, blushing at all the praises and compliments you get for your handiwork.

As John B starts the Twinkie the pogues get engrossed back to their previous conversation.

"So they keep money out here?" Pope asks as he observes the passing scenery.

"That's what she said." JJ answers, poking your side and Sarah bats his hand while you give him the cutest glare he's ever seen as he chuckles, turning his head back to Pope. "That's what she said."

"Stop." Pope instantly cuts him off.

"I have never even heard of Resurrection Drive." Sarah speaks up, braiding some of your hair.

"It's 'cause you're rich." JJ mutters, fumbling with the gold in his hands.

"You've never heard of it either." Kie interjects, looking outside. "There's nothing but weeds back here..."

"All right just cause it's just weeds, doesn't mean it's, like..." JJ starts when he's suddenly cut off by a siren behind them.

"Cops? Out here?"

"God! Are you kidding me?" JJ raises his voice and you tense up slightly on Sarah's lap.

"What did we do?" She asks, rubbing your back to keep you calm.

As the others hastily talk to each other, JJ wraps the gold into a cloth to hide in the seat he sat on and everyone goes silent by the sound of a gun cocking.

John b turns his head to see Barry point a shotgun at him, half of his face covered by a mask.

"Why don't I go ahead and see them hands in the air? Right now. All y'all's hand up in the air right now!" He shouts and you flinch, covering your ears out of instinct starting to tear up from fear as Barry addresses John b again. "You, out of the car! let's go!"

John b slowly climbs out, keeping his hands up to not trigger him in any way.

"Out of the car! Let's go! Hurry!" Barry presses, pointing at the Twinkie. "Let them out."

"Jay..." You whimper, your hands still pressed to your ears, feeling Sarah tightening her hold on you.

JJ carefully moves closer to you, placing his hands over yours. "Shh, you're okay, nothing's gonna happen, yea? Just keep lookin' at me."

You could faintly make out what he's saying, nodding your head as the tears started to flow down your cheeks when the door slides open.

"Go on! Go on! Let's get out of the car! Let's go!" Barry keeps shouting and slowly the others start to get out, that's where he just noticed that a god damn four year old is present and he curses under his breath.

JJ quickly takes you from Sarah, holding you protectively he places a hand to the back of your head to keep your face pressed into his neck as you keep crying. "Good job for traumatizing a child-"

"Shut the hell up!" Barry yells at him, the gun still held up.

"All right! All right!" JJ shouts back while John b goes to stand in front of you both to shield you from any possible outcome.

"Lay down in the ditch! Lay down in the ditch! On your goddamn hands and knees! Down!" He screams at you all.

Slowly but surely all of them sink to their knees. JJ does too, carefully setting you on the ground. "Just do the same when dad always gets loud, yea? Y'know, like hidin' under your bed."

You nod while sobbing, shaking like a leaf you lay down on your stomach and JJ wraps an arm around your small body to pull you close, kissing your head to let you know he's there and that he'll make sure that nothing happens to you.

When Barry is sure you all are staying on the ground he searches the Twinkie for the gold.

"It's a set-up, guys." Kie says, her voice trembling.

"That old bat shanked us." JJ grumbles, his arm tight around your frame to keep you grounded as you whimper. "Shh...I gotcha, I'm here."

John b slowly gets up when he sees that Barry is still occupied with looking, despite the others warning him in hushed whispers.

You turn your head, scared for the one person you've seen as a brother since the day you could remember and watch him run towards Barry's car, whimpering sadly. "Bee..."

"Bee we'll be fine." JJ quickly assures you. "I promise."

Just in that moment Barry gets back out of the van. "All right, y'all stay just like that."

As he walks back to his car JJ lifts his head, now just as scared for his best friend and sits up when he sees John B now trying to overpower Barry.

"Guys! I got the gun!" John b yells and JJ quickly jumps onto his feet, handing you over to Pope to help John b.

Pope makes sure you don't see what's happening as the others all give Barry a nice a well deserved beating, rushing the car to get the gold all the while holding you on his hip. "I got the gold!"

He rounds the car to give Barry one last kick, sending him hitting the side of his car with a grunt.

Pope lets you back down and before you could go and kick Barry too JJ picks you up again, holding your flailing body. "We are not gonna do that. Calm down, kid. Let the adults handle this, a'ight?"

You huff and JJ turns you in his arms so you're sat on his hip, holding onto his shirt with all your might, smushing your face in his shoulder.

John b leans down to push Barry's mask down and JJ bristles at recognizing him. "I know this piece of shit! He's a basehead!"

"Probably knows my brother." Sarah sighs.

"He sells coke to our dad." JJ says angrily, leaning down to fish Barry's wallet out of his pocket, looking at the address on his ID. "We got one last stop."

JJ is breathing heavily, carrying you back to the Twinkie with the others following suit, ignoring Barry shouting after you all.

He looks down at your tear strained face, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry. I'm so damn sorry, kiddo."

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Fun To Play - Jade

Author Notes: This fic has been sitting my Google Docs and there really isn't actually that much to say about it. I didn't listen to any particular song for writing or editing it, and its really just an idea I had one day and wrote out. Nonetheless, I'm fairly pleased with it and I thought I would share it. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ sfw/ fluff

Word Count: 1103

I shuddered slightly from my location on a bleacher, watching as people zipped around on brooms. Chasing one another to and fro as they tried to go faster than everyone else. Laughing all the while, even despite the cold air that they flew through.

Flying class was always beyond boring. But it was doubly so today, since I’d been excused from riding with anyone due to the nature of today being a test day. And, rather than coming up with any way to test us, Vargas had merely sent both me and Grim to the bleachers to watch in boredom.

In some ways, I was thankful for the fact that I didn’t have some sort of test to worry about, especially since, knowing Vargas, it would no doubt be something strange. 

It was mind-numbing just watching everyone fly around on their brooms through the frigid air, though.

At one point, I would’ve been watching in wide-eyed excitement. Amazed by every little move they made as they wielded the magic like pros. But, unfortunately, the magic of flying brooms had long begun to fade.

Possibly a side effect of having been involved in far too many wrecks during the lessons where I did have to ride with them so they could learn how to fly a broom with a passenger.

Still, it was boring enough that Grim had long since ceased his heckling and fallen asleep next to me. Somehow snoozing peacefully on the ice-cold seat. 

I, on the other hand, could not get comfortable. I didn’t know if these seats were cursed or something, but there was no warming this particular plastic bench with any amount of body heat. It stayed cold, refusing to grow any warmer even as it perpetually continued to suck heat out of my already cold legs. And, on top of that, I had no real way to block the chilly wind that cut through my clothes as it blew across the campus mercilessly.

I sat trembling from the cold and breathing into my cupped hands for a semblance of relief that faded almost the moment my warm breath stopped touching my palms.

I drew my coat tighter about me and hunkered down into a slightly more curled position as the wind continued to blow around me, uncaring of my chilled person. Its inconsiderate nature almost reminded me of the way Vargas had looked at me in utter confusion when I’d asked if I could just wait indoors because of the cold before he’d let out a boisterous laugh. He’d then slapped me on the back and informed me that sitting out here in the cold would surely make me stronger.

Though what the temperature of the air had to do with muscles was beyond me.

“My, you look like you’re freezing,” The ever-polite, smooth voice drew my gaze upwards to see mismatched eyes looking down at me with an amused glimmer in their depths.

I blinked up at him, opting to let my chin rest on my knees as I suppressed another shiver, “Jade… Are you already finished?” 

The young man hummed, tilting his head at my question, the amusement in his eyes fading rather quickly as he frowned, “Indeed. I failed to get high enough to perform a ‘barrel roll’ and was immediately slotted for remedial classes.” 

I frowned, actually pitying the usually foreboding young man. After all, I’d seen him on a broom enough times to know that his fear of heights was genuine.

There was no faking that.

“I’m sorry to hear that…. Are you going to be joining me in waiting for the class to end then?” I glanced at the spot next to me and then back up at him. A silent offer for him to sit instead of just standing there in that vaguely ominous fashion of his.

He smiled, his eyes shutting with the motion as if he were amused, “Yes, I was told to sit and think about how I could better my flying.”

With those oddly amused words, he sat down next to me. He leaned to the side, though, looking at me thoughtfully before, to my surprise, he began to take off his jacket.

I stared in slight astonishment as his jacket came off, leaving him with only shirt sleeves to defend himself from the bitter wind. But what he did next surprised me even further.

Subtle warmth suffused my person as his jacket was carefully draped over my shoulders, adding an extra barrier against the cold wind as I stared at him. Not entirely sure if I was grateful or wary even as I spoke, “Are you sure? You’ll get cold….”

I trailed off, wanting to keep the newfound source of warmth but also not wanting him to turn into a Jade-shaped ice cube.

My concerns were met with a flicker of amusement and a smile as he sat back, “Where I grew up, freezing temperatures are quite normal. I find cooler weather rather comfortable.”

I frowned at his explanation in confusion. It wasn’t that his statements didn’t make sense, but if that were the case…. “Then why did you bother with the jacket?”

The corners of his eyes creased, his smile growing still more amused and genuine at my obvious confusion, “Vargas insists we wear proper ‘gear’ for everything. I would’ve been sent back to my dorm to fetch my jacket if I had come without it. But I am no longer participating in class, and you were quite obviously freezing, so I am merely sharing my outerwear with you out of compassionate concern for my fellow student.”

His teeth flashed briefly as he grinned, obviously pleased with himself, and I shook my head, half-amused with his antics, “So I’m just an excuse to ditch your coat?”

He pressed his hand to his chest in mock horror, “Oh no, Prefect. I could never use you in such a fashion. The fact that you would take my generosity to be in the interests of self-gain truly pains me. Am I so horrible in your eyes?”

He leaned forward as he finished, easily dipping into my personal space. But I didn’t bother to lean back as I met his faux hurt with a grin of my own, “Whoever said I thought you were horrible?”

And there it was, that glimmer in his eyes that was once again followed by a smile that flickered across his face. But that was the real danger of the Octavinelle trio. Being drawn into their little games. And Jade was nothing if not good at making it seem fun to play.

[svt-ara]

⋆｡𖦹°‧𓂅 BETWEEN THE SHADOWS

synopsis࣪ › ara and hoshi have been good at hiding. the galances and the stolen touches. to the world they are just two idols in the same group— nothing more. but behind the cameras and the eyes of others, the two steals seconds that taste like freedom and what love looks like. maybe today, lying side by side on the cold floor they'll forget the world watching for a moment.

ᯓ★ 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 fluff, a lil bit of angst | ⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 secret relationship, mild language and that's all i think | ⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 2023 | ๋⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗪𝗖 1.3k | 𝗔𝗡 its soo late and i don't even know if what i wrote makes sense but i felt ispired and i couldn't let it go. hope yall like it

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ara and hoshi have been together for awhile now, they were used to hiding.

they were used to hide the loving gazes they give themselves when someone who doesn't know— and doesn't have to know— was around. they were used to hide the intimate touches when they were touch-deprived for too long in front of the cameras. hoshi is known for being clingy, a tight hug or a squeeze of cheeks every now and then wasn't a big deal— neither for fans or for the staff. the members were used to the random times they disappear during one of their night outs drinking, hiding between the shadows just for a cuddle or for a pick on the lips that they didn't want to show.

you have to call others fools if they didn't notice anything at all— it wasn't obvious, they were good keeping everything lowkey. ara was good, hoshi on the other side had his times.

there were days where he was good at keeping his cool, just some gazes lingering on your face for a couple of seconds or his giggles when you had something fun to say. he was the frist to knock you off if the jokes weren't funny at all, leaving an awkward grin on your lips.

then, there were other days when everything you did was too cute for him to handle, he had to show how whipped and proud he was for her girlfriend.

[ friday, hybe building ]

ara bowed as she put her feet in the big room, greeting whoever was in there— members, staff, backup dencers. her brows frowned as bliding lights met her eyes but she had to recompone herself quickly noticing the cameras already rolling, pointed straight on her face. ara showed her best smile as she waved her hand to greet carats but her gaze was already searching for something, or— better say— someone. her typical crescent moon eyes were the last thing the camera captured.

her steps seemed a little bit rushed trowards someone, someone who lowkey was already waiting for the girl as soon as her face peeked through the door.

«am I the last one to arrive? were y'all waiting for me?» her hands rushed to her tracksuits pockets, freeing her hands from her iphone and the mask she was wearing minutes ago. her gaze pointed down, locking eyes with the brunette guy who was comfortably sitting on the small couch almost taking all the space with his legs wide open.

«we weren't starting yet» hoshi didn't seem really interested on what she had to say— he was more invested on how she looked. her long brown hair covered the half of her face making him squint his nose lightly, he needed to see what was his.

that's why his hand naturally reached her hair, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. ara blinked as his fingers gently brushed against her cheeks, its was quick— so quick that no one would've noticed if they weren't looking— but her breath still got caught for a second, both for the gentle contact and beacuse of the fear. the fear to be seen, to be exposed.

sometimes she wished they could just stop pretending, stop hiding, stop waiting for stolen seconds when none was looking— or hope no one was doing it. sometimes she wished she could've just show their innocent love folding in front of everyone eyes— it was only silent.

«yah hoshi, quit laying on the couch!» dino's voice broke the unspoken tension between the two '96 liners, snapping both of them back to the loud dance pratice room. ara galanced back as she was just facing the brunette guy, clearing her throat— an attempt to not let the awkwardness of the situation reach her cheeks.

«yah, you!» hoshi pointed at the maknae, finally getting up from the couch he was sitted on for too long, reaching him. sometimes ara was happy about how he reacted to these kind of teasing, shifting the attention to him instead of her— that would just be a mass of embarrassment and red cheeks.

ara let out a quiet breath, almost as if she had been holding it the entire time she stood there, relieved that the attention was no longer on her— or so she thought. she didn't dare to look at hoshi again, not after how the skin of his hand intimately brushed againist the skin of her full cheeks.

she turned slightly, pretending to adjust the sleeves of her tracksuit as her eyes followed the backup dancers warming up pretending she was already on work mode, pretending she wasn't thinking about him. the music started, the boys spread across the room in their usual chaotic energy, some joking, some stratching and some yawning as if they hadn't slept in days.

ara followed behind silently, moving to her spot on the pratice floor. the sound of her sneakers scraping lightly againist the polished wood as she stole one last galance trowards him laughing at something seungkwan had said, already back to being his normal self. pratice went on as usual— sweat, laughing and some horribile jokes. ara moved with precision her body, focused enough to not get scolded.

when they finally got their five-minute break, ara collapsed on the floor catching her breath. she stared at the cealing for few seconds, blinking slowly and arms streached out. «ten minutes, i just need the minutes to come back to life» she muttered under her breath, not really talking to anyone. the coreography of super was pretty insane.

it didn't take long before she heard footsteps approaching her. a shadow blocked her view of the cealing and before she could even react hoshi was already above her, his arms wrapping her waist. the weight of his body pressing on ara's chest made her wincing in pain, her head lifted slightly from the floor.

«yah, there are cameras still rolling» she hissed. her voice was sharp but still low, she didn't want to catch the attention of anyone. hoshi just chuckled softly in response, leaning on the girl a little closer.

«they're off» he said, an hint on uncertain could be heard in his voice «i think» ara face snapped back to boy as best she could've. «you think?» on of her eyebrow slightly raised, «not really the kind of certainty i need when youre pratically on top of me» her tone was ironic, but everyone could also hear the hint of nervousness that laced around.

the boy didn't moved at frist, he just stared up at her with the familiar playfull spark that decorated his dark pupils often, the kind that always made her feel like she was seconds away from giving in. and probably that's what she liked the most in him, the playful spark he never seems to lose attracted her.

then, with a dramatic sight, he moved beside her lying down the cold wood floor like they weren't both sweaty and being watched— maybe, ara felt that. their fingers barely brushed against each other, not fully touching. «i missed this, even if you're always around» hoshi murmured, his voice softer now that she even struggled for a moment trying to catch what he said.

but she didn't say anything, she didn't give him a proper answer— he didn't need to have one. her gaze shifted from the cling down to his figure laying on the floor with arms and legs wide. her lips curved just a little, almost like they were being shy, like they wanted to be a secret too.

[olderthannetfic]

I'm just curious because I haven't been online quite as long as other people here, do you or your readers have any tips on coming to terms with things ending? the tumblr layoffs make me super nervous about this place going down; this place has been my only social media for 10+ years and I've never had to deal with losing a site before, so it's a really big point of anxiety for me. if anyone has any experiences on how they've coped with something similar that would be great.

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Sure!

I'm not that concerned myself because LJ wasn't my first fandom home either. Tumblr and LJ strike me as fairly similar cases in the sense that both were The Fandom Home for a decade. If you got your start in The Only Fandom Home 5eva, seeing the community die a protracted death (even if the site is still up) is horrifying. The social dynamics are never quite "right" after. People go to some awful, unworkable platform that is just mystifying because it doesn't have the key features that obviously a good fandom home must have. Why are my friends moving? Surely, those were the key features for them too? Guys? Guys?

Emotionally, nonnie, it's going to suck. I give us about 10 minutes before the replies are filled with people's sad LJ feelings. Regardless of where you go next, you'll probably remain sad about tumblr.

But for me, tumblr is like major fandom home #4 or so. I tend to think more in terms of practicality at this point: Where will I go to find people to hang out with? What communities would be fun? Is this an opportunity to cut back on internet time? How do I figure out where The Next Hot Thing is if and when there is one?

A big mistake I saw in the end of LJ period from like 2007-2011 or so was people repeatedly asking where "we" were all going next. The answer was tumblr. The answer had been tumblr for years. They were still lost and confused in an era when that just wasn't necessary.

There are zine people who never got into LJ who do fandom on Facebook today.

"We" never all go the same place. You're going to lose track of some people.

The key to moving on and not wallowing in toxic nostalgia is to check out new options proactively. If a format blows goats, you don't have to go to whatever microblogging shithole is trending now. (Seriously, I cannot say enough bad things about sites geared towards short posts only.)

Passively wringing one's hands and crying about the death of [whatever] just makes it worse. Keeping an eye on what's big and proactively choosing to skip some of it helps one feel in control. This is true for any FOMO-laden topic, not just fandom platforms. I think that will help with the anxiety and the irrational fears. The sadness... well, it's normal to feel sad.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Alucard x reader, but he kicks them out of the belmont village due to probably rumors about the reader but after few months had passed, he found out they have been turnt into a vampire?

London this time of year was beautiful. But also very wet.

Alucard carefully removed and folded his umbrella. Shaking off the excess water and pulling his long hair to the front to get it off the damp of his back, before making his way to the bar. He usually didn’t imbibe but felt the urge to today for some reason. Plus, this was his favorite pub. One of the traditional, genuinely old pubs instead of the kitsch that littered the streets for the tourists now.

Taking a seat, he ordered a scotch he probably wouldn’t drink. Alucard just wanted to sit in this place for a while. Be in the old and familiar for a while. Think on days past in a place outside of iron bars and gilded glass for a while. Feel like his old self.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world.”

Alucard turned his head. The voice unfamiliar but the sentiment clearly one of familiarity. So they knew him. Which left a 50/50 shot on if that was good or bad.

When looked he was who was there, however, it was like a ghost was standing there. “…[Y/N]…?” The name seemed almost as out of place here as they were. A twinge of hope that maybe he was wrong and just seeing things from his past that weren’t there, in this moment of nostalgia.

“You remember my name. Flattered. I thought you would have forgotten all about me the moment I left the village.”

Regret clinched his heart as they sat down. No animosity or bitterness in them, but this perverse sense of glee in being able to get the goat of the man who had turned his back on them. Falsely, they might add. Or at least Alucard would.

Several centuries ago now, when Alucard had built his village on the bones of his & Trevor’s fallen homes, a thief had been among them. They tried to find the culprit. Use reason to determine the source. But in the end, fear and animosity won, as it often did with humans, and they blamed [Y/N] for the crime. They insisted, pleaded for their innocence, but Alucard with overwhelming supposed ‘evidence’ and the agreement of the people, cast them out never to be seen again.

It was a death sentence, likely. He knew that at the time. How they managed to be here of all places, of all times, confounded him. Then he noticed more than just the glint in their eye. The point of their ears. The sharp kiss of their fangs at their glass. “You’re a vampire.”

[Y/N] chuckled. “Nothing gets past you, hn?” They stretch. Then settle in again to lean on the bar. “After I was forced out, I wondered for a while for a new place to live. I was eventually captured by marauders, who were eventually killed by Nightcreatures, who took me to live in their vampire master’s home where I was kept as a pet. After a few years, he turned me. We were together for almost a century before he died.”

“How, may I ask?”

“A modern brainwave.”

They go back to sipping their drink and Alucard stared at his own. He felt responsible. All this….just because he took the word of this masses over one innocent person. Like his mother.

“For what it’s worth now, I really didn’t steal anything when we were all in the village.”

“I know.” Alucard told them. “It was Harold.”

[Y/N] gave a sharp hiss through their teeth. This time full of animosity and bitterness. “Fucker.”

They kick back the rest of their drink and ask for their check. “Well, this has been fun. But I have to get going.”

“You’re not going to stay?” Alucard suddenly felt alarmed. He had been quiet, but he still had so much to say. To apologize for. To wonder what they had been doing all this time. To…be with someone who understood the need for places like this pub but that it would never satisfy what they had lost.

“I have plans, actually. This was just a stop off before that.” Ah. Of course. They had their own life and Alucard should not interfere. “But, if you wanted to meet up another time. I would be fine with that.”

Alucard perked up. [Y/N] already pulling out their phone and asking for his number. “I don’t have a cellphone.”

[Y/N] stared at him. “Seriously?”

“Who would I call?”

They rolled their eyes and took the pen left for their check off the bar. “Get a cellphone, gramps.” They write their number on a cocktail napkin and hand it to him. Alucard took it. Committing the number to memory instantly.

[Y/N] then left to parts unknown in the city. Maybe in the world. Alucard just sat there in the bar. Thinking of old days amongst the musk & dust, and perhaps new days ahead. He took one sip of his scotch before he left to go home.

[magenta-malice]

Stress Relief

Jax x Reader 

sorry for the long intro

Summary: Caine organises a roast session for the circus members, with Jax being the first target. He plays it cool at first, but when the jokes hit a little too close to home, Y/N finds him struggling with the aftermath.

A/N: This idea came to me in a ₊‧⁺˖vision˖⁺‧₊, inspired by that episode in the Office where everyone roasts Micheal and he acts tough in front of them but gets really emotional and cries about it at the end. I feel that’s extremely Jax coded. Originally, I imagined this as just a bunch of random HCs, but then I wanted to write an actual story around it – so I decided to do both.

You’ll see an intermission in the middle where I just made the roasts into bullet points, mostly because I came up with too many for each character and had no idea how to structure them. So I just got lazy with it. Hope you don’t mind lol. Imagine it like a fun montage!

Quick backstory:

1.) This happens on the next day of ‘A Slithering Adventure’, also written by yours truly, so if you haven’t read that one yet, number one, how dare you, and second, you don’t necessarily have to read it, but it’s nice for the context. Not suggesting anything… but, y’know. Glance glance, wink wink.

2.) I mentioned in that post that I’m in the middle of writing a long and tedious TADC AU kind of thing for myself with my OC in mind, who has a mysterious backstory that the circus members don’t know about. This oneshot is also a part of that story. There’s a brief scene touching on that here, but nothing you can’t handle. (edit: I made a post explaining the story here)

CW: underlying themes of emotional damage / emotional vulnerability - from both Y/N and Jax | Jax gets bullied <3 | Y/N has hair, Kinger has brows and Caine has a grin?? i dunno man

Word count: 3044 | Masterlist

You woke up feeling like sleep had chewed you up and spat you back out. Maybe it was yesterday’s adventure – running from a giant serpent, getting lost in the woods, and, most amusingly, watching Jax try (and fail) to act like he wasn’t absolutely losing his mind.

On the surface, it had been hilarious. Seeing him crumble in fear, fumbling through excuses, pretending he was totally fine? Priceless. But now, lying here, staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

You stretched, your joints making an odd rubbery squeak – just another reminder that your body wasn’t really your body anymore. Sitting up, you replayed yesterday’s events in your mind.

Jax had tried so hard to keep his usual smug composure, but the moment that snake slithered too close, he practically levitated off the ground. His ears had shot straight up, his pupils shrunk to tiny squares, and, oh, the best part, his voice cracked when he snapped at you to “move faster, dammit!”

You snorted to yourself. Yeah, real smooth, Jax.

Still… the way he had reacted – it wasn’t just some overblown freak-out. There was real fear in his eyes. Not the dramatic, over-the-top kind he faked for attention, but something raw, something instinctive. And that’s what stuck with you.

You weren’t used to seeing Jax vulnerable. Hell, you weren’t sure if he was used to it.

With a sigh, you got up. Not my problem, you told yourself. He’ll be fine.

Probably.

You shook off the lingering thoughts and made your way out of your room. The hallway stretched ahead, bathed in that usual, eerie vibes – no windows, no real sense of time passing, just the same endless loop of artificial existence.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you nearly bumped into someone.

“Kinger?”

The old chess piece flinched like you’d just jolted him out of a deep trance. His eyes darted around before settling on you, blinking a few times as if trying to place who you were.

“Oh! Oh, yes, you’re… you’re…” he paused, rubbing his gloved hands together. “Wait, what was I–? Oh dear, I was– hm.”

Kinger always seemed lost in his own world, but today, there was something… different about it. 

“You alright there, buddy?” you asked, tilting your head with a half-smile.

He let out a nervous chuckle, then leaned in slightly. “I had a thought just now,” he muttered, his voice filled with confusion. “But it slipped away. Isn’t that strange? Happens all the time, but this one felt important.”

Your stomach suddenly twisted. You had a hunch of what this was about. He’s remembering. Not clearly, not yet – but it was only a matter of time.

Before you could respond, he straightened up. “Ah, well! Off to breakfast, are we? Yes, yes, me too! Or – was I going somewhere else?”

You forced a grin. “Nah, you’re doing just fine, Kinger.”

His eyes twitched. “Huh?”

You just patted his shoulder, ignoring how he flinched. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

Kinger hesitated but eventually shuffled along beside you. He kept glancing your way, brow furrowed like he was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. You pretended not to notice.

As you two entered the main room, the others were already gathered, the air thick with anticipation. Your eyes immediately met Jax’s, who was already slouched on the couch, arms folded behind his head as if he owned the place. 

You tried to ignore the faint hint of amusement flickering across your face as you sat down next to him, your thoughts still lingering on the adventure with the serpent. You could still hear Jax’s high-pitched yelp in your head and the way he had tried – and spectacularly failed – to act calm. Not that you’d rub it in… too much.

"You still recovering from yesterday or have the nerves settled down already?”

Jax shot you a quick glance as he leaned back with a cocky grin. "Nerves? What nerves? I’m good as new, Y/N."

“Uh-huh,” you said, not buying it for a second. You crossed your arms, keeping your expression neutral, but you couldn’t help the small, teasing smile that tugged at your lips.

"Hey, I’m just saying, I’m extremely calm under pressure. One of my many talents," Jax continued, grinning wider. "You can admit it – you were impressed."

You snorted at his response. “Right, sure. Whatever you say, bunny boy.”

Before Jax could reply, Caine’s voice boomed across the room, cutting through the casual chatter like a knife. "Alright, alright! Settle down, everyone! Your favorite ringmaster has finally arrived!"

You could practically feel the collective groan ripple through the room.

Caine twirled in mid-air, his voice filling the entire room. "Ah, welcome, my fabulous team! Welcome, my precious superstars, my beloved troupe of dazzling individuals who make this circus the magnificent spectacle it is!" His eyes shined with excitement as he continued, his hands sweeping grandly toward the group. "Now, my lovely cast of unique and talented beings, it’s time for a very special event, one that will unite us all in ways you cannot yet fathom!"

He paused for dramatic effect, letting the silence hang in the air before delivering his next words with grand flair. "Today, we’re embarking on a marvelous journey of togetherness! The bond of a team is forged in the most delightful of fires. And what better way to nurture that bond than... a team-building exercise, of course!"

The room fell into a hushed stillness. You tilted your head in confusion, not entirely sure where this was going.

Caine’s grin widened as he spun in a slow circle. "This will not be some trivial, run-of-the-mill bonding experience, no! No, no, no... This, my dear friends, will be a roast! A chance for each of you to lovingly tear each other apart, but with words, of course! Nothing brings people closer than a little well-meaning verbal destruction, am I right?"

There was a beat of silence.

Then–

"Wait, what?" Jax sat up, grinning. "You’re saying we just get to insult each other? In front of everyone?"

"Precisely!" Caine exclaimed, beaming like he’d just announced the greatest prize. "Let’s see who can come up with the sharpest wit, the cleverest insult, and of course, the most playful jabs. All in good fun, of course!"

You could see Gangle and Pomni getting uncomfortable, probably being a bit concerned about what’s about to go down. Zooble let out a sigh, already regretting coming out of their room today.

Caine clapped his hands dramatically, bringing the attention back to him. "Alright! Let the games begin! I expect nothing short of absolute brilliance from each of you. And remember, we’re a team. A family! Just... with a little extra spice today."

"Alright, let’s get started," Jax cracked his knuckles. "This might be the best day of my life."

The others exchanged uneasy glances, half-expecting Jax to unleash all of his inner demons. Caine spun in the air. "Since Jax is clearly so excited, why don’t we start with him?"

Jax froze.

"Wait–"

But it was too late. The damage had been done.

The room fell silent for a moment. Then Ragatha leaned forward, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh, this should be fun."

___________________________

POMNI

#1: 

Pomni: Visibly sweating. “Uh… Jax… you, um… you’re really mean. Like, aggressively mean. If I had a dollar for every time you insulted me, I’d – well, I don’t know what I’d do, because there’s no money here, but I’d be rich in theoretical dollars.” Pauses, then mutters. “Wait, that sounded dumb. Can I start over?”

Jax: “Nah, keep going, this is hilarious.”

#2: 

“Uh… Jax. You, um… you’re really good at making people feel bad. Which is… impressive? In a terrible way? Anyway, I don’t think you have emotions, and I think if you did, you’d bully them too.”

#3:

“If you disappeared, I wouldn’t even question it…”

GANGLE

#1: 

Gangle: “Jax, every time you walk into a room, I have to mentally prepare myself. You’re like a jump scare, but instead of a scary monster, it’s just… pure emotional damage.”

Jax: “Aww, thanks, ribbons.”

Gangle: “That wasn’t a compliment...”

Jax: Grinning. “Sounded like one.”

#2:

“I-I-I just think it’s really funny how you call everyone else pathetic, but you literally have nothing going for you. You don’t even wear shoes."

#3:

“I tried drawing Jax once, but the paper crumpled itself out of self-respect.”

KINGER

#1:

“Jax reminds me of this guy I used to know in the war. Always running his mouth. We left him in a ditch.”

#2:

“You remind me of a mosquito. Annoying, persistent, and somehow always there when I don’t want you to be.”

#3:

“You know, Jax, I think I used to have a friend like you… Oh, wait, never mind… I wouldn’t do that to myself.”

Y/N

#1:

"Jax, I have to ask – do you actually do anything around here, or do you just exist to be a professional pain in the ass?"

#2:

"You’re like a kid who just learned what sarcasm is and decided to make it his whole personality."

#3:

"I think the real mystery of this place is how you’re somehow both the most annoying and the most avoidant person here."

RAGATHA

#1: 

“Jax, you act like you’re too cool to care about anything, but I’ve seen you spend fifteen minutes trying to get your reflection to wink back at you the ‘right’ way. So. Yeah.”

#2: 

Ragatha: “Jax, I’ve seen you laugh at your own jokes for a solid five minutes while everyone else just stands there in silence. You are your own biggest fan, and honestly? Even you deserve better.”

Jax: “That was almost clever. I’m proud of you.”

Ragatha: “Don’t patronize me. Also, I know for a fact you talk to yourself in the mirror.”

Jax: “Who told you that?”

Ragatha: “You did. Out loud. In the middle of this room.”

#3:

“If we haven’t already got a suggestion box, I’d make one with a ‘things that need to be removed’ label and slip a piece of paper in with your name.”

ZOOBLE

#1:

“Jax, you’re like a vending machine that only gives out insults and expired chips. Just once, I’d like to press a button and get, I don’t know, basic human decency. But no, it’s always ‘ha ha, Zooble looks like modern art that got hit by a bus.’”

#2:

Zooble: “Jax, you act like you’re too cool to care about anything, but let’s be real – you’re the kind of guy who’d fake not knowing what a hug is just so no one tries to give you one.”

Jax: “Oh, please. Like anyone here would want to hug me.”

Zooble: “You’d be surprised. Some people love a good ‘fixing a broken man’ project.”

Jax: No way that’s a thing.

Zooble: “Oh, absolutely. You’re the perfect candidate.”

#3:

Deadpan. “Jax is proof that some things just keep going, even when nobody wants them to.”

CAINE

#1:

“Jax, my boy! I’d roast you, but honestly, I think the universe already did that when it made you HAHAHA!”

#2:

Caine: “Jax, Jax, Jax… My favorite little nuisance! You know, if I had a nickel for every time you caused chaos, I’d – wait! I don’t need nickels! I’m already infinitely powerful HAHAHAHAHA! But if I did need them, I’d be filthy rich!”

Jax: “Wow, Caine. That was… whatever that was.”

Caine: “Well, you can’t roast perfection! Now back to you, champ! You may be an insult machine, but hey! At least you’re consistent! Consistently terrible HAHAHAHAHA!”

#3:

“Jax! My favorite little chaos gremlin! If I could actually feel regret, you’d be the reason why!”

BUBBLE

“Jax. You’re a #&@$! ×@% $#=?+% #$&@Đ÷ €$?¤#@! @ $÷!# that %&ß$#! %@&#ע! *?!&#@!+$ß×&Đ.”

___________________________

Caine’s voice boomed through the room, as energised as ever. “Well, wasn’t that simply spectacular? What a brilliant display of camaraderie! Look at you all, bonded through the magic of playful verbal annihilation! Why, I’d say this was the best team-building exercise yet!”

The room was buzzing with laughter and lingering amusement, the cast still fired up from the roasts. Even Ragatha, who had initially looked sceptical of the idea, was grinning ear to ear. Zooble leaned back with a smirk, Gangle wiped away what might have been tears of either joy or secondhand pain.

Jax was smiling too. The same lazy, smug grin he always wore. It was convincing enough that no one seemed to question it. But you had been watching him closely.

His smile wasn’t quite right.

Not enough teeth.

And his eyes – normally playful, always scanning for the next opportunity to push someone’s buttons – looked... distant. Unfocused.

The way he leaned back on the couch, his fingers tapping against his arm, his slight pull on his gloves, and his ears twitched every so often, like he was catching a sound no one else could hear.

No one else noticed.

But you did.

You knew what it looked like when someone acted like nothing was wrong, just to keep everyone else from seeing the cracks.

Caine, oblivious as ever, twirled in the air. “Alright, my wonderful wacky weirdos! This exercise is officially OVER! I expect nothing but besties for the resties energy from now on! Dismissed!”

The moment those words left Caine’s mouth, Jax stood up. Not too fast, not too slow – just natural enough to avoid suspicion. He stretched his arms over his head with a yawn, flashing his usual easygoing smirk. "Welp, that was fun. You guys almost made me feel something."

No one batted an eye as he wandered off.

You saw his hand clenching into a fist the second he turned away. The way his ears pinned back just slightly. The way his steps, while casual, had a certain... urgency to them.

You hesitated. For a second, you considered letting it go. He’d clearly rather be alone. But there was something about Jax that nagged at you. So, instead, you followed.

Jax moved with purpose, leaving the tent, weaving through the grounds, past the main attractions, past the places where the others usually went outside when needed “fresh air”. It wasn’t obvious at first, but after a few turns, you realised where he was going.

Your stomach twisted.

No way.

Jax slipped past a curtain of glitchy vines, making his way up a small hill behind the water park, where an old, gnarled tree stood. You had been here countless times before – it was your secret spot. The place you went when you needed to clear your head, when the circus became too much.

You hadn’t thought anyone else knew about it.

And yet, there he was.

Jax sat against the tree, his back pressed to the trunk, his arms loosely hugging his knees. His usual smug expression was gone, replaced by something emptier. He stared ahead at nothing, the glow of his eyes dimmer than you’ve ever seen it.

For a long moment, you just stood there.

Jax didn’t acknowledge you, but you could tell he knew you were there. His ear flicked slightly at the sound of your footsteps.

Still, he didn’t move. 

Didn’t say anything. 

Didn’t crack a joke or roll his eyes or tell you to scram.

That alone said a lot.

You approached slowly, stopping just a few feet away.

“…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jax’s ears twitched. A beat of silence. 

“No.”

It wasn’t sharp or defensive. Just flat. Dismissive.

You exhaled through your nose, tilting your head slightly. “You’re getting dangerously close to a full-on therapy session, y’know.”

Jax let out something that was almost a chuckle – but it was faint. Weak. His lips barely twitched, but he still didn’t look at you.

You shifted your weight, rocking back on your heels, studying him. You didn’t know what to make of this.

Jax wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be an annoying little shit. The guy who found amusement in messing with people, who took nothing seriously, who never let anyone in.

You recognised this.

The way he sat, curled in on himself just enough to seem smaller. The way his usual sharp edges had dulled. The way he was pretending to be fine even when he so clearly wasn’t.

It was familiar.

And you didn’t like that.

Because it meant you understood him more than you wanted to.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair before dropping down to sit beside him. You rested your arms on your knees, staring ahead at nothing, mirroring him.

You didn’t say anything else. You figured, if he did want to talk, he would. And if he didn’t? Well.

You could at least sit with him in the silence.

Minutes passed. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly. Just… heavy. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. The kind of quiet that wasn’t empty, but full of things that were left unsaid.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, but it gave you time to think about all the similarities you shared with Jax. Hiding everything behind jokes. Pushing people away before they could get too close. Pretending you didn’t need anyone when, deep down, you did. Maybe you were just as bad at being alone as he was.

Then, finally, Jax shifted. Just a little. His legs stretched out in front of him, arms still loosely draped over his knees. It wasn’t much. But it was something. Like he was letting a little crack appear in the wall he’d built around himself.

That small shift told you everything. You weren’t sure if he even noticed, but you could feel the weight of it. The way he was letting himself be… here. Not perfect. Not completely okay. But here. And that was enough.

"…You’re not alone," you murmured, barely above a whisper. It wasn’t meant to fix anything. Just a reminder.

He didn’t respond. But you didn’t need him to.

You both sat there, in the quiet, for as long as it took.

[chasedbyatlantic]

anything, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — joel miller decides to surprise the person he loves with a fun surprise out on a chilly winter day.

warnings: no outbreak!joel, older!joel, gender neutral!reader, no use of y/n, the littlest bit of self conscious reader (literally in one sentence in the beginning), brief mention of kidnapping (as a "what if you-" joke), one swear word, fear of heights, literally pure fluff!

wordcount: 2.2k

dividers created by @ v6que ! <3

a/n: wow hi guys long time no see haha!! life has been busy, real busy, but i'm trying my best to get more active. if there's anything you want to see me write for any character let me know! i'll write for anyone and anything :) remember to like, comment, reblog, and follow for more!! xoxo

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The warm sensation that your cheeks felt every other moment was the first indicator your brain gave you to let you know you were now awake. You didn't want to believe it- it was still dark in the small room you were laying in, the sound of light snoring could still be heard beside you, and his arms and legs still tangled between yours. As you turned your head slightly to your right, the alarm clock read just a half past four. You quietly sighed, you knew you would have a hard time falling back asleep so there was no point. As you untangle yourself from his embrace, he shuffled around into a new (assumingly) comfortable position. What a peaceful sleeper, you thought to yourself.

You grabbed your undergarments that laid on the floor beside your space on the bed, quietly shuffling your way on over to the bathroom that connected to the room. As your eyes adjusted to the newfound bright light, you realized the state your hair was in.. oh god. Sometimes you wondered how he loved you when you looked like this when you woke up. The hairbrush that he got you as part of a Christmas gift worked wonders to get out all of the tangles, you were really blessed.

It didn't take long to get ready. One of Joel's flannels had sat loosely on your torso, your undergarments being the only thing on your bottom half. At least you were half presentable, you thought to yourself, it's not like he would complain, anyway. You, yet again, silently shuffled around until you were in your kitchen. It was only a mere fifteen steps and small staircase down from your comfortable bed.

You knew Joel would appreciate the warm drink on a chilly day. He had the same morning routine every day, something you've learned. Wake up, find you, make coffee, sit down. Every day. You weren't complaining, but you weren't a person of routine. Your mind continued to run as you filled up the coffee pot with tap water. About four cups should do, you thought to yourself.

It was like you were in a trance as you plugged the pot into the wall, you hadn't even heard him come down the creaky stairs. You only knew he was there as you felt his hands sneak around your waist and his head rest in the crook of your neck from behind. His hands were cold, you didn't appreciate that. "For me? Ya' shouldn't have." A small kiss was pecked onto your cheek, this could only earn a smile from you.

"Mornin', sleepy-head." You greeted your favourite person, the gruff of his beard scratching your skin in an almost soothing way. "You shouldn't be up, you got work'n a few hours." You gently scolded him. It was hard to consider it a scold, though- your voice was too soft. He stretched up and gave you another peck on your cheek, moving around the table. He did that sort of old man move, where he stretches and scratches his back at the same time. "I took the day off today."

"Tommy's gonna kill you." Was your immediate response as Joel leaned against the doorframe that so happened to conveniently be directly in front of where you were standing, just opposite of the room. He knew what he was doing. "He can hold it over for a day." He grumbled, arms crossed. What a sassy man, you thought to yourself. "Plus, I've been planning, er.. something, y'know, for'ya."

"Awh, Miller, you always know the way to bring a smile to my face." You weren't wrong, he did. He wasn't a man of PDA, far from it actually. So any time he planned something out of the house, you were ecstatic. He wasn't able to plan a lot during this time of the year, work for him was busy- trying to finish ongoing projects before the snow hit the surrounding areas again this year. Gotta love construction.

"Well, darlin”," He continued, a sly grin on his face, "Get ready. I wanna be outta'ere before the sun comes up." You nodded, but before a response could escape your lips, the coffee pot dinged. "What if I want to leave the house like this?" You questioned the man opposite to you as you reached for two tumblers. Your shirt had rose, a bit of your skin showing. As you had looked back over, you caught Joel staring below your head just for a second longer than he was supposed to. "Those're for my eyes only, sorry darlin'."

The only thing keeping you from entering a state of slumber was feeling the pulse of his heart through the palm of his hand that he had intertwined with yours. It was cold, so cold you were now able to see your breath escape your lungs as you exhaled. As your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the bright daytime light, his voice rung out through the car, just barely over the country music that was playing from his external radio. "Didn't think ya' were one for naps."

You turned your head, your eyes meeting his briefly. "Keep those pretty eyes of yours on the road." You told Joel, this earned the smallest grin from the man beside you. "I'm not," You told him, turning your head back to try and see if your brain could register your surroundings, "I'm at peace to shut my eyes because I trust you aren't going to, I don't know- take me out to kidnap me here, in this secluded area." This had earned a laugh from Joel. "Nope," He said, "None of that behaviour from me." The squeeze from his hand to yours sent a warm feeling to your chest. You loved him, and he loved you.

A small yawn had escaped your lips, you moved your free hand to grab Joel's tumbler of coffee. You had finished yours earlier, and you needed another small boost- you were sure he wouldn't have minded, "Where are we headed, anyway?" As you picked the mug up and brought it to your lips, he suddenly swerved off the road. Your grip on his hand tightened as you practically jumped.

"Jesus!" Joel quickly looked over to you, you had a frantic look on your face. "Sorry, baby. I was gonna tell you, but didn't want to interrupt." He shot you an apologetic look before turning his head back to the road- well, off-road now. You couldn't be mad at him, really, he came with good intentions. "You're forgiven, I suppose." You playfully roll your eyes. "Seriously, though, where are we headed?"

Before Joel could reply to you, he comes to a gradual stop. You almost raise your brow as you look around at the even more secluded area you now find yourself in. Hm, it looks familiar, you think to yourself. As your eyes start to register the trees that surround Joel's pickup truck, you finally clue into what is happening.

Apple picking.

Well, picking is a relative term. Were you in a store picking out what plastic bag of apples you wanted? No. Were you in the middle of a forest about to pick some fruit from the very few selections of trees? Yes. I guess the only shopping you were going to do with Joel was shopping from Mother Nature's beautiful winter collection of fruit.

"Surprise." Joel had carefully reached over to give you a kiss on the cheek, not longer than a moment or two. You'd be lying if this said it didn't excite you a great deal. It was your first winter season in your newly bought home, your first winter season with your new family. Joel, without another moment wasted, got out of the truck and made his way over to your side. He opened your door and helped you out. God, what a gentleman.

"Pick anyone ya' like and we'll start there." Before you could reply, your lips connected with his in the heat of the moment. You couldn't resist, really.

After the man across you had lingered on your lips for just the right amount of time, he disconnected and made his way back over to his truck. He popped open the trunk, digging around for whatever he had went over for. His truck was full of work tools — ladders, wrenches, boxes, whatever else you needed as a contractor. You had turned back, eyeing to which tree you wanted to strip of its fruits first, when you had decided, Joel appeared beside you with two baskets, presumably one for each of you. "That one," You nodded over to the tree across from the two of you, coincidentally the one with the most fruit. Without arguing, you forcefully took one of the baskets out of Joel's hand and began to walk over to the tree you had just picked out. You didn't do it in a rude way, anything but that, you knew he could carry it himself- it was just a nice gesture. With a stride or two, he caught up to you and walked over in a mirrored step.

"Put the basket down, darlin'- I wanna show you somethin'." Joel said, putting his basket down and moving behind you. You couldn't help but raise your brow. What was this man up to? As you hesitantly placed your basket down, you felt his hands snake up your waist and grip just under your chest. In public? You didn't know he was into that.

Before you could compose yourself with the frisky thoughts, Joel had picked you up and put you on his shoulders. This earned a yelp coming from your mouth, gripping onto his hands with yours, that still lingered on your thighs. "Get me down!"

"Nothin'll happen to you while I'm here, ya'know that." God, if you didn't love this man, you would've gone crazy. You were sure he could feel your heart beat slowly start to slow down and return back to normal, but the hand overtop of his remained still. "Pass me the really high apples, I'll throw 'em down in the baskets here."

You looked down to him, and he looked up to you. The reassuring look on his face was contagious- you couldn't help but mirror it. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You knew he wouldn't drop you, or anything in that matter- you just had a god fearing hatred for heights.

Your eyes scanned the branches just mere inches above your head, looking for the perfect red fruit. There it was, just an arm length away- the juiciest, most ripe, dark red apple hung from a thin, brown branch. Your arm reached out for the one you had desired, and you instinctively leaned forward. Bad idea.

It was so quick, you had lost your balance on Joel's shoulders. You shut your eyes and tensed up, but the grip Joel had on you tensed up as well. "You're good up there, I've got out." He comforted you. There it was again- your heart was racing a thousand miles a minute.

Your eyes opened and immediately searched for comfort in the brown ones below you. As both you and Joel locked eyes, a sense of calmness washed over you. He had said something but you didn't catch it, your eyes were back to being locked on that damn piece of fruit in front of you.

You tried again, this time determined to succeed. You reached out for the fruit and with a quick pluck it was in your hands. It was just the right size for your hand, as it fit perfectly in the palm of it.

"See, not too bad, right?"

Ding!

The oven went off, and the aroma of baked apples and cinnamon could be smelled from every square inch of your home. You slid on a pair of oven mittens and pulled the oven door open. You were hit with a warm wave of air as you removed the dish from its home for the last half hour.

"Smells good." The man across from you said as he entered the kitchen. It was really like a moth to a flame, and that thought made a small chuckle escape your lips. "Hopefully it's up to your standards."

Joel had gotten out a set of dishes and cutlery and set it out on the small dining room table that unironically took up over half of your kitchen. After the pie had cooled down, you cut a piece for both you and Joel. You sat down across from him, and he began to wolf down the relatively big piece that you had cut.

A smile appeared on your face, "It's good, isn't it?" He had looked up from the plate below him, finishing chewing and swallowing the rest of the slice of pie, "This is the best damn thing you've made." You couldn't help but let a chuckle escape your lips. "Anything to make the one I love happy."

Your hand was displayed on the table, and Joel was quick to interlink his fingers with yours, his eyes met with yours, he had a comforting yet appreciative look to him. "Anything?"

"Anything."

— anything, adrienne lenker

[seancekitsch]

Hey! Absolutely LOVE your Gwayne series! You write him so well <3 If you're still taking requests, could you write a Gwayne x reader where he gets jealous of an interaction the reader has with Criston? Thank youuu<3

ahhh thank you!!! this ones a shortie but fun

You can feel his eyes on you before you even see them, a pin pricking feeling at the back of your head that makes your scalp itch. You attempt, however in vain, to ignore it. It is too soon to turn your head, too soon for eyes to meet. 

“Ser Criston, can you make sure this gets done?” you ask him, a sweet smile on your lips. The man is all too serious, all too quiet and easy to bristle. It is a wonder the Queen keeps him so close, though he taught the two eldest princes everything they know. 

“Yes, Lady Hightower,” he nods, bowing as he turns to leave. His gloved hand slips tight around the small purse you had given him, holding onto it as if it is something that could save the realm. It takes only a moment before another pair of gloved hands touches you, this time the hands grasp your hips tightly. You do not need to turn to know exactly who the hands belong to, nor what words will come from his mouth. 

“Must you tease me?” 

You gasp, as the closeness of the voice does indeed surprise you. His breath fans out across your ear, and sends shivers down your spine. Oh, you’re in for it. 

“Tease you? I simply asked a Kingsgaurd to deliver a letter to your sister,” you tell him, glad that he cannot see your face, in fear your smile may give away your game. He sighs, his heat enveloping you in the morning dew. 

“Is that a crime, now?” You ask, loving the way his grasp tightens on you, fingers digging into you. 

He chuckles behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder momentarily, notedly not a kiss against your skin. His hair tickles your neck, and you make a point to remember to give his hair a little trim before bed tonight. 

“It is a crime when it’s him,” he tells you, lips now ghosting the side of your neck, “And when you look so fucking ravishing today.”

You laugh as you turn in his arms, your husband’s scowl greeting you as his fingers now fall dangerously at the back laces of your gown. His eyes bore into you, though his anger is not for you, never for you. 

“Please, that pout is unbecoming,” you chide him, lifting your hands to brush your thumbs against the corners of his lips as if you could wipe the frown from his lips. It works, if only slightly, the harsh edges of his frown starting to melt into a flatter and less offensive line. 

“You are a cruel woman, I should have listened to father,” he says, his voice wavering in its heavy tone. You fake a scoff, one of your hands lightly slapping at his chest as your face contorts in fake hurt. 

“What has Otto said about me this week? Truly you’re not still thinking of annulment, are you?”

He pulls your flush against him, burying your face into his tabard as he holds you tightly, his hands wandering scandalously towards your ass. 

“Now see, while you taunt and humiliate me I cannot bear a thought like that. You want to know why?” he does not even wait for you to nod against his chest, although you do, “It is because you are mine, and I am free to grab handfuls of this bottom of yours anytime I’d like.”

And with that, he makes good on his word, gripping your ass so forcefully he lifts you slightly and makes you rise to your toes. Your hands rise up, arms wrapping around his neck to stabilize yourself as he knocks you off balance. 

“Gwayne!” you squeal, giggling like a maiden at his boldness. While the two of you have never been shy about your affections, he often does things that can bring a blush to your cheeks at his audacity. 

“Come, tell me why you feel the need to play with my feelings like this,” he nearly begs, his nose nudging at your face to urge your lips closer to his, “Why must you speak to him?”

“Ser Criston?” you ask, not completely ready to give up the game, though you know it now may end with Gwayne pushing you up against a bower in the garden or forcing you to sit in a servants stairwell while he takes what he needs. You encourage it, provoke it even. 

“Do not dare speak his name, wife, please,” his voice growing more ragged and desperate, his right hand pushing further down to grip at the back of your thigh and threatening to push apart your thighs where you stand. People can see, and they probably do; but you are but newlyweds, and your love and appetites for one another are still new. Exceptions to decency might be made in your case. 

“Ease yourself, husband. I only tease you because of this response. I love to see you hungry,” you tell him, your teeth grazing across his bottom lip. You know you are playing with fire, but you cannot help it. Gwayne stirs something within you that you never felt possible.

“And I am so hungry for you,” he concurs, finally capturing your lips in a kiss biting and rough and all too quick. He pulls his lips from you, and his hands almost entirely save for his gloved hands covering yours as he starts to walk backwards and pull you towards the inner layers of the keep. 

“Shall you sate my hunger?” he asks, his smile finally breaking on his face. 

And who are you to deny him?

[marie-swriting]

My Little Sister Needs Me - Dean Winchester

Drabble Masterlist

Summary : You just got your first period, thankfully your brother is here to help you.

Warnings : reader is 13 and knows nothing about period, Dean is 16, Sam is 12, mention of period, fear of being cursed, implied they don't have a lot of money.

Word count : 679

French version

“You’re not ready to leave for school yet, Y/N? You’re gonna be late to class,” your brother, Dean, chastises

“My stomach hurts,” you inform him while holding your lower abdomen. 

“That’s just an excuse to skip class. I know the techniques.”

Contrary to what Dean is saying, you’re not lying. You’ve been in pain for the past four hours. You’ve been awake before everybody else because of the discomfort. You thought the pain would eventually leave but it didn't, it just grew stronger. 

“I’m really in pain, Dean.”

“You’re probably just hungry. Wake up, breakfast is ready and Sam has almost finished getting ready.”

Dean doesn’t pay attention to your loud sigh while he packs his school bag. You finally decide to leave your bed. As you’re stretching in front of your bed, you notice a red spot on the mattress. You don’t understand where the blood can come from, though as you look down on your body, you realise the blood is coming from you. You feel the panic coming suddenly. Your eyes get teary before you turn around to your big brother.

“Dean! I’m bleeding!” you shout, pointing at the bed.

Fear makes its way on his face when he hears you before he runs to you. He takes a look at the stain before sighing with relief. Though, you’re still terrified and you start trying to guess what could be the cause of this blood.

“Do you think a demon attacked me last night? Or another monster? Am I gonna die? Is that why my stomach hurts? I’m slowly dying.”

“Hey, Y/N/N, you’re alright!” he assures you as he puts his hands on your shoulders. “Everything’s alright. You’re not gonna die and it’s not a creature. It’s just your period,” Dean states, making you frown.

“My periods?”

“Seeing your reaction, I guess you didn't have the science lesson on it,” he guesses and you shake your head. “Ok, lemme explain to you if you want to. To make it short, your periods mean you’re growing. You’re going through puberty.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of zits?” you scream, desperate.

“Don’t worry, we’ve all been through this.”

“And for how long am I gonna bleed? I must have been bleeding for the past four hours.”

“About a week. Then you’ll be free for a month,” he informs you yet, you’re still lost.

“What do you mean?”

“Your periods last a week every month till you’re fifty.”

“Fifty?!” you cry. “But that's forever! I’m gonna stain my clothes and beds because of that damn puberty?! It’s a nightmare.”

“That’s why pads and tampons exist, to avoid this situation.”

“But what if they don’t work? What if I bleed in class? Everyone will make fun of me.”

“Well, you hit-,” he starts before correcting himself, “You tell them they’re dumb. Periods are natural. You shouldn’t be ashamed of them, alright?” Dean assures you, however you still feel shameful about it, “Listen, you’re not gonna go to school today. I’m accompanying Sam and then I’ll come back and we’ll make sure everything is okay, what do you say about that?” he proposes, making you feel a little bit better.

“But you have school, too.”

“Don’t worry about me. My little sister needs me so I don’t care about school. While Sam finishes getting ready, I’m gonna go to the store nearby and buy you everything you need and painkillers. Do you want any snacks?”

“I thought we didn’t have a lot of money left till dad came back,” you say, remembering what Dean said the day before.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m the one in charge of the budget. So, do you want anything?”

“I’d like some Reese’s, please.”

“Perfect. I’m leaving. Meanwhile, get some rest on my bed. I’ll be quick, promise.”

“Thanks Dean.”

“Don’t mention it. It’ll be okay.”

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Dean hugs you one last time before kissing your temple. You watch him leave while you lay down, waiting for your big brother to come back and take care of you.

[darthannie]

potential side effects

pairing: Jonathan Crane x f!reader summary: After giving you an experimental medication, Dr. Crane helps you get over your fear of intimacy.  word count: 2,143 warnings: 18+, minors DNI for the love of god, DARK, rough at points, I’m gonna go ahead and say NONCON, au where Dr. Crane has a private practice, abuse of power, reader is under the influence (kinda like the fear toxin), reader is sleepy, Crane doesn't take no for an answer, dacryphilia, inexperienced!reader, floor sex, spit, fighting back, a smidge of aftercare at the end. a/n: Please do not read if you’re not into what's in the warnings. I had fun experimenting with this one. I tried to be a little more thorough in the warnings. Better safe than sorry. I’m still toying around with Jonathan’s voice. Let me know if you want more of this kind of thing, or something different. I’d love to interact with you guys more!

Dr. Jonathan Crane had been treating you for the better part of a year and was in the midst of creating a new medication regimen for you. Your previous treatment plan was not working as intended, so it was back to the drawing board.

He selected you as the first person to receive an experimental medication. It was meant to be inhaled and doses were to be given during the time of the appointment. You didn’t necessarily know what to expect. He’d briefly mentioned that there may be potential side effects but didn’t go into much detail. 

You were nervous the first time you’d gone in to receive a dose. As you approached the door to his office you felt a lump begin to form in your throat. You knocked and after a moment he opened the door. Jonathan always wore the same thing most of the time. Today he donned a black blazer and slacks with a white button-up. His red tie was placed right at the center of his collar. His dark hair framed his face perfectly. He looks good today, you thought, better than usual. 

You exchanged your normal pleasantries and sat across from him on a couch. His office was spacious and dark. All the furniture was made of wood. In the corner, there was a big bookcase that consisted of books on fear, pharmacology, and different editions of the DSM. The DSM-4 was missing from the shelf, presumably on his desk. 

The room brought you a lot of comfort. It was the only place you ever got to see him. It felt like Dr. Crane was the only person in all of Gotham that understood you. It was his job after all. 

Soon the time came for him to administer the medication. 

“I’m going to spray in front of your face and you’re going to breathe in. It doesn’t take much to be effective.”, he said. 

You nodded and he sprayed. 

Your nerves subsided almost immediately and your mind became quiet.

“Any difference?”, he asked. 

“My mind is silent. All my racing thoughts have stopped.” 

“Good. That means it’s working. Some of the other side effects may begin to set in now.” 

He was right. Like clockwork, you started to get drowsy. It was like someone had given you a little too much Benadryl. It was hard to keep your eyes open. 

“Dr. Crane? Is this normal?” You couldn’t help but drag the ’s’. 

“It’s nothing to worry about. It’s just the medication working. How do you feel?” He seemed a tad on edge as he awaited your answer. 

“I feel all warm inside.” 

He then leaned back against his desk. “Any drowsiness?”

“Lots of it.” You chuckled slightly.

“That is normal.” He said, answering your question. “The medication was likely to make you feel tired.”

“Does it go away?”

“As your body builds up a tolerance, the effects will lessen. Now, I wanted to talk about the recent screenings you filled out. I would like you to check over them and rate their accuracy on a scale from one to five, five being very accurate.” 

He handed you a piece of paper and you looked it over. “Four.”

“Why not five?” His eyebrows furrowed. 

“Number six. ’S worse.” Question number six pertained to your interest in sex. More specifically how terrified you were of having it. 

It was a topic you were working on with Dr. Crane since it impacted your life so much. You were hesitant to mention it at first, but he assured you it was better to talk about it instead of holding it in. So, you spilled every detail. This included your inability to get yourself off and failed hook-up attempts.

You’d try very hard but when it came time for you to do the deed you shut down and found a way out of the situation. You hadn’t been getting out there much because, frankly, the thought of being intimate with someone was frightening. You didn’t know how you’d ever get over it. 

“Have you sought out any partners to help with your fears?”, he asked.

You took a moment to process what he said. “No, I haven’t. I can’t. It’s too-“

“Frightening, yes I remember you using that word.” He removed his glasses before continuing. “I think there’s a way I can help you with that. Personally.”

You yawned. “What do you mean by that doctor?” 

“I can make you feel better.” He looked down at you and brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“How do you mean?” You could hear the apprehension in your voice. He ignored your question and reached down to the hem of your top, lifting it slightly. 

You pulled back a little too quickly and you got a bit dizzy. “I don’t know about that Dr. Crane. I can’t- I’m not well.”

He ignored you. “I think it’ll be easier if I just take you here on the floor.” 

He dragged you off the couch and onto the ground, sitting up. The hardwood was cold to the touch but started to warm under your body. He kneeled next to you. You tried to fight him as he reached for your sweater. He grabbed your wrists to stop you from thrashing around. 

“I would hate to have to tie you up, sweetheart.” You knew he would follow through so you did what he wanted. You stopped fighting back.

He neatly folded and put aside each article of clothing he took off your body. Eventually, you were completely bare in front of him. You were almost too gone to grasp what was going on. Almost. The fear began to creep in and he could tell. Maybe the medication was not working the way he intended it to. Maybe he lied about what it was intended to do. 

You slurred, “Dr. Crane, please don’t- Please don’t do this.” 

He leaned over you and you tried to push him away. He only offered a small smile and reached his hand down between your legs. You whimpered as his fingers moved lightly over your clit. You mewled at the new sensation. You gave in to the feeling and your eyes started to close. When they wouldn’t open again Jonathan lightly slapped your cheek. 

“No, no, no don’t fall asleep. I need you to stay awake for me.”, he said. 

You fought the exhaustion and watched as he used his fingers to tease you. 

He noticed you getting wetter and moved his fingers down to your entrance. He slowly stretched you with two fingers, watching your face as your mouth fell open. 

A tight-lipped smile appeared on his face. He started slow and then moved his fingers in and out very quickly, hitting a new spot until he found the one that made your legs shake. You lied back and let him work on you. All you felt was bliss. No one had ever touched you like that. 

He took his hand away and you whined. This was a first and you were glad you made it this far. This was a win. 

You thought it was over, but then you noticed him unbuttoning his pants. 

Your breath quickened and you put your hand out. “Wait! Please, no! I think I’ve had enough for today.” 

“We’re not done with your treatment yet, princess. Please hold still. It will be easier for the both of us.” 

Your body was made of putty. The side effects had gotten worse. He brought your legs into position before grabbing himself in his hand. He stroked his cock a couple of times before entering you. 

He gave you no time to adjust. His pace was slow but he fucked hard. You gasped at the feeling of him inside you. You’ve never been fucked like this before. But, that didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was to feel you around him. Make you his. 

The sounds in the room sent you reeling. You didn’t know you would moan so much. The sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room along with his heavy breaths and moans. He grabbed your hips as he thrust hard and fast. You were having a hard time coping with all the feelings you were having at once. The fear, exhaustion, and pleasure were beginning to mix. You wanted to scream. Instead, you cried. 

Jonathan moaned at the sight. He loved watching you cry. He’d seen it happen during sessions and couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if you moaned while you cried. Now he knew. You were unable to keep quiet. Silent cries became sobs which became whimpers. 

He caressed your tear-stained face, “Shhhhhh, hush now it’s alright. You’re doing so well.”

You tried to talk through your tears. “Please Jonathan- Dr. Crane, Make it stop!”

This time he went deeper. You yelped as you felt him hit a new part of you. “I’m not stopping until you tell me it feels good. Tell me, does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you moaned, “it feels good.” 

“Yeah? Are you still frightened? Are you scared of me?”

“Yes.”, you admitted. It was hard for you to get out. How could you ever fear him? All he had ever done was help you. This was just another one of his unorthodox methods. 

He bent forward and put his arms next to your ears, locking his fingers on the top of your head to hold you in place. Your body was limp as he continued fucking you into the floor. Your eyes closed; you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. 

He shook your head slightly. “No, eyes on me. Look at me.” 

You looked at him wide-eyed. 

“Open your mouth.” You obeyed and he spit in your mouth. In all honesty, you savored the taste. It was another way of him claiming you. 

“Swallow.” When you did he hummed contently. “Good girl.” 

You felt something weird tightening in your core. “Dr. Crane. I feel like I’m gonna-“. 

A long moan came out before you could finish your sentence. He fucked you as you rode your high and soon after his thrusts started to falter. He sat up and grabbed your hip to use as leverage. You mustered up as much energy as you could to move away from him, using your legs to drag yourself across the floor. He was much stronger than you at this point and he pulled you back. 

“No, come here. You’re gonna stay still while I finish. Got it?”

The tears kept flowing, but you obeyed. You lied back as he came inside of you. He stayed inside of you for a minute, savoring the moment. You were tired and blissed out. He pulled out of you without a word. He watched as his cum dropped out of you. 

“What a sight.”, he said matter a factly. He helped you sit up and wiped tears from your face with his thumb. He brought you close to him and kissed your forehead. 

He got up and put himself back together again. He fixed his clothing, tucking in his pristine white shirt and fastening his pants. He fixed his tie and looked past you into a mirror. 

Once satisfied, he grabbed a towel from his desk and cleaned you up. He helped you up to your feet and began dressing you. His demeanor was softer now. He took his time as he got you dressed. Once he was finished he helped you sit on the couch. You curled up into his side, seeking comfort from the man who had just used you. 

You’d never felt more confused. You knew this shouldn’t have happened. Every boundary had been crossed. But, the special attention from him felt better than anything. You fell asleep on his shoulder. He let you sleep on him for a while before he got up to write notes on what had just occurred. He found his glasses, put them on, and returned to his desk to begin writing. He included your reaction to the “medication” and how receptive you were to the treatment.

You woke up about an hour later, confused. You looked around and recognized his office. The memories of earlier events came rushing back. You felt your cheeks get hot.

Jonathan looked up from the paper he was holding up. “Rise and shine.”

He grabbed a sheet of paper from your file. He attached it to a clipboard and grabbed a pen. He handed you the materials and you looked down. It was another questionnaire. 

“Fill this out as accurately as possible.”

“What is it for?” You cleared your throat. He sat back down at his desk and picked up the paper he was previously inspecting. He looked at your file before looking back at you. 

“Our next session.”, he replied. 

[bumblebeeonthistle]

Anyone up for a game of tag?...with ODM gear?...where Levi's it?

Tags: Levi/Reader, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, canon verse

Characters: Reader, Levi Ackerman, Hange Zöe

Summary: On orders from Erwin Smith, you have received private training lessons with Levi since you started as a cadet. One evening, Levi suggests that you play tag – for training purposes only, of course.

Excerpt from my Levi X Reader fic

It’s been months since you’ve last seen Hange, so as soon as you spot the familiar tall figure approaching beside a noticeably shorter silhouette, you feel your mood rise considerably.

Damn it. You’re growing soft, you guess.

“Hey, little prodigy!” they call, waving their arms at you in their signature greeting.

You’re just about to offer a half-hearted wave when you suddenly find yourself enveloped in a strong embrace.

“I missed you, little P,” they coo, their nose buried in your hair.

“I refuse to be named after a bodily fluid. That’s where I draw the line,” you scowl, trying to pull away from them without hurting them.

And failing.

“No no, not pee, but P! As in the letter P – for prodigy!”

“Nobody but you will know the difference!” you groan.

“What about L then? For little? Or for Levi’s, you decide.”

“I hate you,” you grumble.

Maybe not so soft after all.

And to think you’d been happy to see them.

You turn to Levi for support, but he only shrugs as if to tell you that you’re on your own this time.

Traitor.

“Can’t you just call me by my name?” you complain.

“Where’s the fun in that? Levi here is Shorty, I’m Four-Eyes or Glasses, and you’re our little prodigy!”

“I think you forgot the prefix to Glasses,” you mutter, earning you a twitch of Levi’s lips.

“So, should we start training, or are we just gonna stand here and chitchat all night?” you snap.

Before any of them can answer, you’ve grabbed Levi by the wrist and proceeded to haul him with you into the woods.

It’s first when you reach your forest clearing that you realise how casually you’d just touched him. Of course, you’ve done similarly before, but that was before the whole almost-kissing thing.

Mortified, you let go of his hand and whirl around to apologise, but he shushes you with a finger on your lips. “Do you really think you could have dragged me here if I hadn’t let you?” he muses, eyes twinkling silver and mouth curled into a smirk.

Your scowl immediately returns, and you stomp away from him.

“Oi, how are we supposed to train if you’re leaving?”

His words make you halt in the middle of the clearing. You can hear him approach you from behind and turn around to face him. “Okay, what’s on the program today then?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We’ll play tag.”

You feel your jaw drop.

He can’t be serious…right?

“You’re catching flies,” Levi says dryly.

It takes some time before you’re finally able to string together a coherent sentence.

“What are we, five years old?” you scoff.

“It’ll be good ODM practice,” he points out.

You think about it for a moment before concluding that he’s right. Not that you like it – you’ll probably spend the whole night chasing him around, or the whole night being caught by him. Neither of which you’re particularly excited for.

“Who’s it?” you ask.

Levi’s eyes darken. It sends chills down your spine and you can’t decide whether it’s from anticipation or fear. Probably a bit of both.

“I am. You have a head start of thirty seconds.”

It takes you a moment to realise that you need to get the hell away  right now if you don’t want to get caught within the next minute.

You shoot into the air and begin zipping through the forest. If you can get far enough away, he won’t be able to hear the whizzing of your wires – because regardless of how much you oil the main housing, you know Levi will still be able to hear that – and you might be able to use the darkness to your advantage.

But you know it’s in vain when you hear him set off the ground after twenty-seven seconds have passed – because if you’re able to hear him, then he probably already knows where you are too.

Dammit.

Levi catches up to you after an embarrassingly short amount of time, like a shadow following you through the night. It doesn’t take long before you see the figure whizzing only a dozen metres to your right. You know you can’t outrun him so instead, you wait for him to get closer.

Closer.

Just a little closer.

Close…closer…closer…

Without warning, you drop to the ground. As you’d hoped, Levi continues his trajectory for a split second longer – enough for you to shoot in the opposite direction.

You swerve in and out of the trees, so fast that it takes all your concentration not to collide with anything. The wind whips your hair around your face and you feel your eyes sting and water. Furiously, you try to blink away the tears so they won’t obscure your view.

And before you know it, you’re back at your clearing. You aim for a tree on the opposite side, scanning the area for a glimpse of silver, listening for the faintest sound of whizzing wires.

But the forest has gone silent.

Too silent.

You should have known he was only waiting to ambush you.

As you shoot over the clearing, a figure comes hurtling at you from the side, too fast for you to avoid. The last thing you see before you’re thrown off course is Levi’s eyes and a glint of teeth. The impact of your collision knocks the breath out of your lungs as you both speed towards a large tree.

You feel Levi’s arms form a protective cage around your body, and he’s basically carrying you by the time he lands elegantly on a tree branch.

He loosens his grip on you slightly. “Got you,” he breathes into your ear before finally letting you go.

You stumble out of his arms, thinking that it wouldn’t surprise you if you keeled over from embarrassment right now.

Laughter sounds from below, and you spot Hange eyeing you from another tree, their long legs dangling over a branch and notebook at the ready.

“I suck at this,” you grumble.

Geez, you hadn’t even been able to evade him for longer than a couple of minutes at most – and he’d practically princess carried you because you were thrown totally off course during your collision and hadn’t been able to land properly yourself.

Levi’s fingers twitch at his sides before he curls them into fists, hiding them in his pocket as he answers. “It’s still a couple of minutes longer than most would’ve been able to.”

“If you say so,” you huff.

Then, you square your shoulders, sauntering over to him.

Fake it till you make it, or whatever the saying is.

“Well, is it my turn now?” you ask.

You really don’t look forward to chasing Levi around the forest – you’ll probably end up playing this stupid game until curfew starts because there’s no way you’ll be able to catch Levi if he doesn’t want to get caught – but you can still pretendto be confident, right?

“You don’t need to give me any head-start,” he says, just before setting off from the ground.

“You little--”

Seething, you set off after him.

As you’d predicted, you spend the rest of the evening following Levi around the forest.

You curse and yell and try any dirty trick you can think of to catch him off guard, to make him veer off course, to make him slow down. Anything that would give you just a glimpse of a chance of catching him.

But he’s always just beyond your reach. Sometimes, you think he’s letting you catch up to him on purpose, just to tease you – to let your fingertips barely graze the hem of his cloak just before he speeds up again, leaving you behind frustrated and fuming.

It’s like a game of cat and mouse, but where the mouse is the one toying with the cat instead of the other way around. And by the time training is finished, you’re gasping for breath, your uniform sticking uncomfortably to your back.

You land heavily on the ground after Levi calls it a night, swaying on the spot.

“Hey.” A firm grip steadies you before you collapse onto the forest ground. “Hey, breathe.”

“I’m trying to,” you hiss, “but someone made me chase them around the whole forest for an entire two hours!”

“Actually, it was only one hour and forty-three minutes,” Hange informs you.

You send them a nasty glare. They just shrug, then busies themselves with flipping through their notebook.

Sighing, you turn towards Levi. “So, am I excused now? I could really use a bath.”

“Actually…”

Read the rest on ao3 if you're interested! Call my name || Levi X Reader

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 26 | quelled fears

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

“Will he really be ok?”

Her voice rung out as she watched Itadori leave with Nanami, Gojo stood next to her silently with that same charming smile on his, “he’ll be fine. He’s a tough kid.”

“If you say so…,” she muttered. Truth be told, she was still worried.

“Now,” Gojo exclaimed as he clapped his hands together, “what should we do for the rest of the day.”

She smiled and quirked an eyebrow up, “don’t we have classes to teach?”

He pouted instantly, “why can’t we just ditch it and go on a date instead?”

“Because I don’t want to get fired,” she answered as she grabbed his hand and started to tug him along. Gojo scoffed in response, “please, they will be insane if they let someone like you go.”

Laughing at his words, she pulled him close so he was walking right next to her, “whatever you say, Satoru.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his smile grow bigger, “something funny, mister?”

He shook his head, “not at all, I just like it when you say my name.”

She rolled her eyes, “you’re so weird sometimes. Now, come on before our students miss us.”

“You two are so late.”

Y/n smiled sheepishly as Nobara glared at both y/n and Gojo, “listen, I know you two are all lovey dovey now, but my time is precious!”

Fushiguro stood idly next to her, not much caring for the tardiness as he was already used to it.

“Right, sorry,” y/n said, “we were just meeting up with another sorcerer was all.”

Nobara rolled her eyes, “we’re not little kids, you know? You don’t have to use excuses when you really lost time because you were making out with one another-“

“Kugisaki,” y/n said exasperated.

Meanwhile, Gojo was pouting in the corner. Honestly, making out with y/n and being late would have been a whole lot better than meeting up with Nanami.

“Whatever, so what are we doing today?”

Y/n looked over to Gojo, but he was still pouting causing Kugisaki to angrily march over to him, “hey! We’re talking to you!”

“No need to get impatient,” he said as he raised both of his hands in defense.

“Then tell us what we’re doing-“

“You’re training with the second years!”

Gojo said it excitedly as he clapped his hands together. And as expected… there was no excited reaction to follow suit.

“Where’s the enthusiasm?! You two should be excited!”

“Why are we training with them?”

Gojo grinned and looked to Fushiguro who already pieced together what was happening.

“Is it to go up against the other school?”

“Correct! Two points to Megumi!”

Y/n laughed to herself as she thought back to her own school days as Gojo explained to a confused Nobara about what was going to go down. Going up against the sister school was always fun!

“Ok… so we basically need to kick their ass, right?”

“Bingo! Two points to Nobara! Now, you are currently set to meet up with the second tomorrow at the training field. Which concludes our lesson for the-“

“But we didn’t do anything-“

“Our job here is done!”

Gojo was quick to grab a hold of y/n as he gave his two students a little wave before teleporting away.

“That jerk,” Nobara huffed.

Meanwhile, y/n was gripping onto the front of Gojo’s shirt tightly when he teleported them both to his apartment.

“Satoru,” she whined.

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist,” he said as he held her close.

She looked up at him, “at least warn me next- mmph!”

He cut her off instantly by pressing his lips hard against her own. And he didn’t let up. Anytime he pulled back to get a breath in, he was already diving back in to kiss her. His lips simply devouring her as he refused to let her go from his hold.

“Satour,” she managed to say between his searing lips, “what’s gotten into you?”

“Just wanting to be late because we’re making out,” he said simply, his lips molding into her own. And when he bit into your bottom lip, his teeth snagging on the flesh as he gave it a gentle tug, she whimpered causing him to move forward a bit in search of something. It wasn’t until she felt her back press hard against the hallway wall that he found what he was looking for. His hands moving down to grip her hips, “jump,” he muttered letting go of her lip.

She wanted to do as he said, but her legs felt wobbly. Her grip on his forearms could only tighten as he smirked. So, with controlled ease, he lifted her up.

“A few kisses got you weak in the knees,” he teased as she wrapped her legs around his waist, “how adorable.”

His teasing words didn’t last long as he slotted his lips with hers again. His teeth biting at her lips again as she got the silent message and opened her mouth. Her movements were a little hesitant, scared, but he was quick to quell her fears when he shoved his tongue into her mouth.

He didn’t like the closeness she had with Nanami.

He didn’t like Sukuna’s continual taunts and blatant remarks.

He especially didn’t like the fact that there was a possibility that y/n could remember everything.

And yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not right now, at least. Not when he finally has some time with her away from everyone else and no one to interrupt.

“S- satoru,” she moaned his name out when he pulled away from her slightly. Their mouths still so close together as their breaths mixed and a single string of saliva connected them.

“Again. Say my name like that again.”

And who knows, maybe she’ll quell his own fears too by saying his name just like that.

[mqriuss]

A Gift

from 'us, always' collection

。。。The year is 2080 and it's Rindou's birthday. No one knows besides the bartender who gave him a birthday discount after a long day of work. He thinks it's better this way, but a surprise awaits him at home.

contents: rindou x fem!reader, cyberpunk setting, rindou uses a gun (no one gets shot)

divider by cafekitsune

note: how do we feel about this chat :'D this is word vomit but i do have more ideas for this so 👀

— 20 October, 2080

Rindou stepped into his apartment, the metallic scent of blood still clinging to him. He locked the door behind him and with a sigh, rolled his shoulders—ready to crash on the couch.

A soft chime rang through the dimly lit apartment. The holo-screen on his table flickered to life, sensing his presence near it. A voice message from his regular client, Renji.

"Rindou, my man! Happy birthday—don’t ask how I know. If I had known earlier, I would’ve commissioned someone else today. You do good work, man. I just sent you a tip. Oh, and I left you a gift at your apartment. Have fun with her!”

His eyes narrowed. What the hell?

His gaze averted to the corner of his living room—a white, circular platform, and a cable running along its base. That wasn't there before. What's more is that nothing was on it. He stiffened and his jaw tightened. Did he actually enter his apartment?

Cautiously, he stepped closer. His metal fingers clanking on his left side, ready to draw his weapon if needed.

"Welcome home!"

A voice, warm and melodic, breaks his focus. Rindou moved on instinct. His cybernetic arm whirred as a hidden gun emerged from his palm, his other hand steadying the barrel. He turned sharply, eyes locked onto the source of the voice.

You.

A girl stood in front of him, frozen in place. No further movements that showed she was a threat. Just wide eyes staring back at him.

The neon lights from the city outside the window illuminated your figure. Something about the way your skin looked under the light seemed odd. An Aptroid, he concluded.

The gun in Rindou's hand soon lowered, and his grip faltered. Uncertainty flickered in his purple gaze as he heaved deep exhales.

He took heavy steps towards you and grabbed you by the chin, eliciting a gasp from you. Catching a glimpse of your eyes, he sees fear but ignores it.

"Open your mouth and lift your tongue," he demanded lowly, yanking slightly at your jaw and you made a sound in confusion. "I said lift your tongue!" he repeated with a slight growl in his voice.

He forced your jaw open and you did as told. Your furrowed eyebrows tensed further when Rindou fished out a flashlight from his pocket, turned it on, and projected the light into your mouth.

Ten numbers, a code every Aptroid has. He didn't bother to memorize your code, only needing confirmation of what you were. He clicked the flashlight off, shoving it back into the pocket of his pants.

He spared you no more looks, making his way to the living room table where the holo-screen appeared in front of him. Tapping on it a few times, there was a ringing sound before a holographic figure of Renji was projected into the room.

"Hey, Rindou! No need to thank me for her," Renji waved him off with a smug expression.

Rindou scoffed, almost wishing he could point the gun towards Renji's hologram. "You have two minutes to explain or I'll assume you're using her to spy on me."

Renji's eyebrows shot upwards, looking at him then at you—standing in the corner like a kid on timeout. He laughs, and he laughs hard. "You really think I'd do that after all the times you've helped me? C'mon, man, that's cruel."

Rindou's glare intensified at the lack of explanation. "You sent a damn Aptroid to my apartment without telling me! Either you're stupid, or you're watching me through her eyes."

"She's not a spy, dumbass," Renji rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Her model's not for combat and she's yours. Disconnected from her manufacturer's network, no tracking, no data feeds, nothing. Custom settings, too. Wasn't sure what kind of personality you'd like, so I kept her on default. If you ever wanna change that, put her on that platform."

Rindou glanced your way, and he almost felt bad seeing how lost you seemed. Almost. The amount of emotion you showed was nearly laughable considering what you were.

"About time I changed my lock to a password," he muttered to himself and sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Look, you work too much," Renji says. "Thought you could use a little company."

Rindou gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes in annoyance. "I don't need com-"

"Then get rid of her," Renji interrupted him. "But just saying, I paid a lot for this. You could at least try and see what she can do first."

His scowl deepened every time he looked Renji's way. The latter winked, making him roll his eyes. "Hope your birthday's more eventful this time around. Don't say I never did anything for ya." The call ended with that, and Renji's hologram flickered out.

Then there was silence.

The gun he held retracted back into his cybernetic arm. He sighed for the nth time that day before finally looking at you again. You stood there useless, but waiting—like for some kind of command.

"…You got a name?" He asked, his voice rough.

Your eyes lit up a little at that. "LIV," you said and Rindou pursed his lips.

"That's your brand's name," he replied under his breath, hands on his hips as he took a few steps to look out the window.

"You're right. I wasn't personally named," you corrected yourself, getting quieter.

"Figures." His eyebrows twitched upwards, watching the countless ads that played outside until he saw yours.

LIV — because Love should never be complicated.