#we're going to a cafe instead

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I love BBC Radio 4's The Archers. A delightful storyline that's happening right now:

Due to drama reasons, Helen (single mother of two boys)'s house was bought from her when she was in financial dire straits by her brother and his wife Natasha (and they have twin toddlers) but Helen hasn't managed to find another place to rent so they're trying living together for the time being. Helen and Tom have a strained relationship at the best of times, mostly because Tom's a dick lmao AND Helen and Natasha have also a strained relationship bc Natasha's nitpicky and judgey (she's a great social villain I love herrrrrr. it's not relevant here but she's a GirlbossTM). So this is obviously a recipe for disaster (yayy!!!) and they're already fighting day one

Pecking order social hierarchy is so fucked. Tom and Natasha OWN the house but it WAS Helen's house so they're trying to be respectful of how she had it (and failing) and she's trying to be respectful of their changes (and failing). Helen is older than both of them (but not by much) and has done better with her responsibilities than either of them (Natasha had massive credit card debt that she did NOT tell Tom about before they got married, Tom starts and leaves businesses at the turn of the wind) and this is their first time homeowning. Tom and Natasha can and will gang up on people. They have opposing parenting styles, Helen sets firm boundaries while Tom n Natasha seem to just let their girls do whatever (including accidentally smashing a VERY expensive vase that Helen gave Natasha as a house warming gift earlier that week). Not one of them is good at resolving interpersonal conflict or mediating, or hiding it well when they're being judgey. A HOTBED of passive aggression and snide comments and arguments. Woohoo!!!

Like. Helen and Tom only managed to somewhat repair their relationship as siblings after they both moved out from their parents house. They're not making it out of this one without some MAJOR wounds.

And there is of course always the beautiful sword dangling over their heads. Which is that their home farm and all its assets will need to be split up and inherited some day via their parents wills. They'll have to go through this "what is mine and what is yours and what is fair and what do I feel entitled to" again some day with even higher stakes than being uncomfortable for a few months. DElicious!!

[lieslab]

I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend accuses you of cheating and leaves for his tour without a proper farewell.

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: We're diving into angst head-first. No mercy. Requestee, you specifically requested a little angst, but I might have added far more than that. I had a vision and it expanded into something crazy. Please do not hunt me down and disembowel me. I swear on my life, you get that happiness you craved towards the end <3

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“Don’t do that. Don’t fucking do that, Chan! How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends?” 

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. In the kitchen, he leaned back against the granite countertop. “Because going out to your coworker for lunch with your guy friend is surely all it is. Do you know how much it hurt to go into that cafe and find you hugging a random guy?” 

“I already told you I was having lunch with a coworker!” 

“You never said he was a guy!” 

“Excuse me for not fucking telling you the sex of every friend I have! What’s the difference?” You slammed your mug on the table. Coffee splashed out and stained the bar counter. “You were all over Yuna in your last TikTok dance!” 

“All over her?” His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? We’re idols! I was just doing the dance like it was supposed to be done!” 

“That’s practically the same situation!” 

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” His voice raised. “How fucking dare you accuse me of-” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, when did you ever become a jealous dickhead that stopped trusting me?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably when I walked into my favorite cafe to get a drink and found my significant other in the arms of another guy!” 

Your hands slapped the countertop hard. “How many times do I have to say we’re just friends? That’s all we are, Chan! I’d never cheat on you and you know it!” 

“Do I? Do I really?” He glared. “Because last I knew, significant others talk to each other if they’re going out with the same sex, so they know cheating isn’t occurring!” 

Your face fell at his accusing words. Tears burned behind your eyes and you tried to swallow the harsh lump building in your throat. No words came out. The two of you couldn’t see eye-to-eye on this. 

You didn’t think going out with your coworker for lunch would harm anything. You picked a nearby cafe, figuring it’d be fine. You didn’t think it’d cause issues with Chan. Coincidentally, he left the company building to grab a drink around the same time. When he walked in, he found you hugging your coworker. 

That’s all it was and that’s all it ever would be. Your coworker transferred to a new department in the building and the two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks. Lunch was the same time for the entire company. You both went to the cafe to catch up on company drama. 

You didn’t see Chan, but he certainly saw you. You pulled away from your coworker, talking and laughing. That same wide smile, the one you showed him. Jealousy ignited. He didn’t bother getting his drink and instead, he turned back around and fled the scene, unable to handle the hurt. 

That rolled into tonight. Tomorrow morning, he’d be leaving for tour and he’d be on the road for months. Between planes and vehicles, it’d be a while before the two of you would see each other. Halfway through his tour, you booked a week off work, so you could visit him and attend a few of the concerts, but it was so far away from now. 

Tension grew between the two of you. His jaw clenched and his tongue pressed against the interior of his cheek. He waited for your response, but your silence seemed to confirm everything. He nodded and his tongue clicked. “I’m leaving.” 

“What?” You croaked. “What do you mean? You don’t leave until-” 

“I’m going to stay at one of the dorms tonight.” 

“C-Chan…” You weakly uttered. “Please don’t do this.” 

He shook his head and walked past you. Your bottom lip trembled and your heart hit the bottom of your stomach. Wheels rolled and down your hallway, Chan walked by with two large suitcases. Both of them, he packed the night before, with your help. 

You called his name again and stepped forward. You stopped when he shot a glare your way. Through your tears, your soul went concave. You sniffled, silently pleading for him to say something, but he didn’t look back again. 

The last thing you saw was his back. His black suitcases disappeared into the hall and the door slammed shut, causing you to flinch. More tears slipped down your cheeks. 

He didn’t even bother to say a proper good-bye, or lock the door behind him; merely two more knives into your bleeding heart. 

~ ~ ~ 

On the plane the next morning, Chan slumped in his seat with his hoodie hood tucked over his head. During this morning’s airport departure, cameras flashed and filmed. Dispatch employees zoomed in eager to get content. 

Staff members of JYP walked with their own luggage. Bodyguards lingered around, making sure space stood between reporters and everyone. In a single file line, the guys walked through the airport and into the correct gate. 

A black face mask covered Chan’s face and a matching beanie sat on his head. Some of the guys dressed nicer for the occasion, but he didn’t. Not this morning and certainly not after last night’s argument. As he walked with his eyes cast on the floor, he briefly wondered if you were watching at home. 

Some fans filmed the scene live and maybe you were back home watching, or maybe not. Maybe you were tucked away in your shared bed. Hair strewn out and limbs sleepily tossed in every direction. His heart ached at the thought, but last night’s anger came back with vengeance. The thought dissolved as quickly as it appeared. 

Last night, he took himself to Changbin and Hyunjin’s dorm. It was the closest to your shared apartment and he wanted to get some decent sleep before the flight. Instead, he ended up tossing and turning on their couch most of the night. 

He got up in the darkness and tried the recliner instead. By the time he fell asleep and woke up to Changbin shaking him, he’d only captured about three hours of sleep. He didn’t shower, or brush his teeth. Instead, he drowned his morning breath in the bitter taste of hot black coffee. 

He didn’t let himself feel anything until he was on the plane. Hurt collided with anger and it fizzled into something monstrous. Razor sharp teeth, pointed claws, and it oozed with a rotten-stenching green substance; envy. 

Last night, it hurt you. 

He hurt you. 

And the worst part? He couldn’t make up for it. Not the way he wanted to. Not the way he needed to. He should have let you explain, but he let go of the reins and let jealousy have its way with you. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the tears slipping down your cheeks. Your bright eyes dulled for the first time. He didn’t see it, but he imagined you flinched when he slammed the door shut. There wasn’t a goodbye. 

The entire thing made him feel like shit, but he couldn’t take it back. He didn’t want to be the first to reach out to you. It’s not like he could make a call on the plane right now, anyway. Too crowded and not enough space. He couldn’t hang out in the bathroom and tell you everything he needed to say. 

So instead, he drowned in self-pity with a hand around his phone. The flight would take hours and hopefully, by the time he landed, you’d text him first. You’d build half of a bridge and he’d build the other, so you could walk hand-in-hand once again. 

“Channie, hyung?” 

He didn’t respond to Han’s voice. Tucked beneath his hood, his airpods blasted music. Han sat beside him full of worry. Usually, Chan tried to keep them all in line at the airport, but not today. When he brought up Chan’s silence, Hyunjin told him the two of you were in a disagreement. 

“Channie, hyung?” He reached over and gently tugged on Chan’s hoodie sleeve. 

Chan’s head shifted. He pulled out one of the airpods and looked over. Red-rimmed eyes and brown bags stared back at the younger man. Han reached out with a bag of trail mix. “Are you hungry?” 

“No thanks.” 

“Are you sure?” Han’s frown deepened. “You don’t look okay. Do you need something to drink? You can wave over one of the flight attendants.” 

“I’m okay for now, Han.” He pushed his airpod back in his ear and slumped back in the seat. 

Han sighed and pulled his trail mix back to his chest. He reached in, grabbed one of the pretzels, and popped it into his mouth. As he chewed, he hoped Chan would feel better soon. 

Tour would be miserable if their leader was unhappy for the entire tour. 

~ ~ ~ 

As the days slipped by, you didn’t text, or call him. He didn’t contact you, either. Thousands of miles away, it started to hit him hard. His jealous outburst caused him to lose you. 

He tried not to let it bother him. He put on a brave face for the guys and the fans, but after their third stop, he finished the concert and went directly into his hotel room. He didn’t drop by Han and Minho’s room to talk with the rest of the guys. 

Not only was he physically exhausted from the dancing and singing, but he was exhausted from the emotional aspect. He pretended to be brave, but deep down, he was the most frightened he’d ever been in his life. Losing you meant losing a piece of his soul. 

As someone who lost and gained a lot of things in his life, he wasn’t sure if he could lose you. You were gold in his heart; the arteries that made his heart beat, you were his pride and joy. Giving you up meant certain death to the parts of his hearts he opened to you. 

Face down in a cotton pillow, he let out the tears he tried to hold back. He tried to be strong and tried to pretend it was fine, but nothing worked. Everything oozed out; the betrayal of your actions, the fear of what might be, the brewing fear that he wasn’t and he’d never be good enough. 

Because if you were content with hugging another man, smiling at another man, what would become of him? You meant everything to him and if he failed at keeping you next to him, who was he supposed to love? Didn’t that mean he wasn’t good enough? 

He lived a life laced with a silent fear. Deep down, back in the depths of his brain, a little voice whispered and insisted he wasn’t good enough. His group members couldn’t smother it. The records they broke, the accomplishments they achieved, it didn’t matter. His insecurities grew with him. 

That’s what happens when you spend your life being nit-picked and torn apart by adults when you’re younger. When the JYP staff dubbed him not good enough, not dancing as well as he should be, not working hard enough, not practicing his vocals enough, he’d never be good enough; their words haunted him like a ghost. 

They said they were helping. They wanted him to achieve every goal and he did. He was. They gifted him hand-wrapped disappointment and expected greatness. They got it, but he sacrificed his sense of belonging in the process. 

In the mirror, there were still days he couldn’t recognize himself. Blearily in the studio and practicing different notes, his voice changed, but his self-esteem didn’t. Not even millions of fans could improve that self-doubt. Not when so many of them easily shunned and back-stabbed him to align with their opinions. 

You did. You used to. He clung to your words, trying to believe them. When you spend your entire life forgetting to believe in yourself, it takes so long to bring back your self-esteem. Every hope you whispered, every little compliment, he clung to them with chewed nails and the desperation of a neglected and starved man. 

It was different coming from you. Strangers could idolize him and they always would, but you saw him. Every part of him. The pieces that lay broken and defeated behind the scenes. The anger and silenced voice on the things he couldn’t change. The wants and desires, you viewed it all raw and authentically. 

So why did it seem like you gave up on him so easily? You just reaffirmed the words from the past. He wasn’t good enough. Not talented enough. Not good looking enough. 

Never. 

Not. 

No. 

Nothing. 

The pillow caught his tears when you couldn’t. It heard every whisper and the hotel wall’s soaked with his bitter misery and silent desperation. Why couldn’t he be someone else? Someone better and far more desired? He crumpled to the shell of who he used to know. 

The belief that he meant something, it didn’t need to be spoken by fans. He didn’t need it to come from his parents and siblings. Not from his group mates, or other friends. He needed to start believing it himself, but he didn’t know how. He always relied on you to help him see through his fractured self-image, but now you’re gone. 

What does the last survivor on earth do when the sun implodes? The moon clouds over and the tides cease. The stars burst, painting the cosmos with the final glow of a supernova; the last breath of dying stars.

In his damp pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. Sobs locked themselves in his chest. He couldn’t push them out, even if he wanted to. Staff members had hotel rooms on either side of him. He couldn’t break down and let them hear how broken he became.   

He didn’t know how long he stayed in the dark room. Outside, cars cruised downtown. Hums of their engines and the occasional honk of a horn. A gentle rain sprinkled the tin hotel roof. The heavens grieved alongside him. 

Just as his breathing started to slow and his eyes shut, a knock sounded at his door. He thought he was hearing things, but it remained consistent. A steady thrum, another presence lingered outside his dark cave of self-pity. He shifted, turning away from the door, and trying to sleep, but it didn’t stop. 

With a huff, he finally shoved himself up and padded over to the door. His bare feet brushed over the carpet and he wiped his bleary eyes. He jerked the door open, preparing to tell one of the guys to leave him alone, but to his surprise, he found you. 

You stood with a plastic bag full of items and a suitcase behind you. The bags beneath your eyes matched his. Draped in a hoodie and sweatpants, you stood without a word. He blinked a few times, wondering if he was actively dreaming. 

“Hi…” You trailed off when he didn’t speak. Your weight shifted to your opposite foot and your eyes found the floor. “I-I can go back home if you want me to, but I couldn’t just…” The lump started to form in your throat. The exact same feeling washed over you that occurred the night of your fight. 

“This was really stupid,” you whispered more to yourself than to him. “I wanted to make things right. I didn’t want to do it over the phone, so I worked out a schedule with my boss. I only have a few days, but I-” 

He cut you off by lunging forward and wrapping his arms around you. You gasped as you were lifted off the ground. Air removed itself from your lungs and Chan jerked you back into his room. Your fingers didn’t let go of your suitcase, so it rolled with you. Inside, he jerked your suitcase in, shut, and quickly locked the door. 

“C-Chan, I-” 

“I’m sorry,” he squeezed tighter. “I was so stupid and insecure. I shouldn’t have yelled and I should have heard you out. You were just trying to explain and I refused to let you. I assumed things and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” 

“Can’t breathe,” you weakly whispered. 

“Oh, fuck. Sorry!” His arms loosened around you and you slipped back to the floor. You sucked in a deep breath and relaxed. He reached out and gently cupped your cheeks. “Are you okay?” 

You sniffled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. I forgot how tight your hugs can be. I feel like it’s been forever since I hugged you. I talked to the guys, they helped lead me here. I didn’t know where to go exactly.” 

He frowned and his arms wrapped around you again. This time, he clung to you with care. He tucked you beneath his chin. “God, I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I meant what I said the other night. I really didn’t cheat on you, Chan. I couldn’t. I never told you I was having lunch with my coworker because I didn’t think it was a big deal. We’ve been friends since I started working there and he transferred to another department, so I-” 

“Shh. You don’t have to explain yourself. I should have trusted you instead of jumping to conclusions. It’s not your fault I overreacted.” 

You slipped your hands behind his back and gently wrapped yourself tighter around him. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t call, or text. I was getting ahead on my work, so I could come speak to you in person.” 

“I’m not dreaming, right?” 

“No, I’m here. I’m really, really here.” You pulled back and glanced up. Before he could react, your lips were on his. The soft kiss said everything the two of you didn’t say out loud. 

Lip-locked with arms around one another, the hurt eased. His hands slipped down to your hips and he carefully held you, like he was afraid you’d pull away and never be seen again. Desperate fingers twisted in the fabric of your white hoodie. 

When you pulled away to catch your breath, he hesitated to open his eyes; worried that this really was only merely a dream. When his eyes fluttered open, you were still there and staring at him. You sucked in a deep breath and let go of his body. 

Stepping back, you grabbed the plastic bag you previously held. “I wanted to get you flowers, but I know you’re on tour and traveling with flowers might be difficult. So instead, I got you a bag of your favorite candy. I stopped at a Korean convenience store before I came to the hotel earlier.” 

“How long have you been here?” 

“Uh-” You blinked and shrugged, “since a little after lunch. I’ve been hanging out in Felix’s room and mingling with the guys. They’re all really worried about you. Han texted me the day you left and said you weren’t acting like yourself. I couldn’t let you suffer for the entire tour.” 

His face softened and he reached out to grab the bag. “What kind of snacks?” 

“The unhealthy kind. I know you try to eat healthy on tour, but I went to the concert earlier. I think all that jumping and dancing deserves some fuel.” 

He chuckled, causing one of his dimples to poke out. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all this. It means a lot to me. Actually,” his eyes found yours, “this means everything to me.” 

“I couldn’t let you believe I’d cheat on you. Your my entire world and living without your messages was tortuous enough. I couldn’t stand the silence without your goofy phone calls.” 

“Should we lay in the bed and eat snacks while watching Netflix?” 

“Do you have to be up early tomorrow? Because I don’t want to-” 

“Nah, nah, nah.” He waved away your worry. “That doesn’t matter. Besides, I don’t have to be at sound check until the afternoon. Come on, lay with me.” 

He placed the goodies on the bed while you took off your shoes. Before you could get to the bed, he pounced on you. His arms pinned yours to your sides. Wet kisses speckled every inch of your face, causing you to giggle like crazy. 

“Chan, what are you-” 

“I’m catching up on all the kisses I’ve missed out on! I’m practically a touch-starved man.” Another kiss to the tip of your nose. “Maybe I’ll kidnap you and force you on tour with me.” One more to the side of your head. 

You laughed harder. Happiness ran through his veins. In a fit of excitement and pure fun, his fingers brushed against your ribcage, causing you to shriek into a laughing fit. 

“Hey, no!” 

“Hey, yes!” His fingers moved quicker. You squirmed and laughed harder. You struggled beneath his grip, causing him to laugh just as hard as you. 

A squeal left your body as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. Before you could get up, he straddled you. Cooing and tickling, he beamed as you laughed until tears filled your eyes. 

He kissed your lips and when he finished, he pulled away, smiling proudly. “Look at you, you’re all red and out of breath now.” 

“It’s all your fault.” 

“You’re so cute.” 

“Apparently,” you playfully huffed. 

He smiled fondly and wrapped his arms beneath you. His head went to your chest and he squeezed you. “I’m so happy you’re here. We could watch Netflix, or we could just stay here like this. I think I hear your heart fluttering.” 

You went to speak, but it cut off with a yawn. Jet-lag started to catch up with you from earlier. “Yeah, maybe. We could stay here and just-” You cut off with another yawn. 

“My sleepy little baby is so tired.” 

“A little.” 

“Get some sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He pressed a final kiss into the center of your temple. “I love you so much.” 

“Love you.” You sighed and your eyes fluttered shut. His heart melted as he watched you wind down. You were always adorable when you drifted off to sleep. 

He leaned down, pressing his ear to your thumping heart. “Sweet dreams, honey.” Relief flowed through his veins and his own eyes slipped shut. 

Tomorrow morning, he couldn’t wait to be this grabby and possessive all over again. 

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S/O That Wears Glasses- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x reader, zayne x reader, rafayel x reader, sylus x reader, caleb x reader requested: by anonnie `⎚⩊⎚´ -✧ genre/tags: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ we're nawt gonna talk abt how long ago this request was ( ;´ - `;) this is a lil short but i should have other posts uploaded soon ! enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ thank yew @ilovemitsuya and @deusfoundry for helping MWAH ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

he adores you with or without them

The type to remove your glasses as soon as you both settle in for bed, believing you should feel comfortable and relaxed without them.

Sometimes he playfully tests how bad your vision is by leaning his face close, causing your face to flush

Whenever your glasses break during a mission, he immediately works to fix them on the spot so you can see clearly again.

Goes "boop" whenever he sees your glasses slipping off your nose while gently pushing them back up for you

Zayne:

He knows your exact prescription so he makes sure to always have an extra pair on him whenever you forget, lose, or accidentally break them

When he comes home late at night and finds you asleep with your glasses on, he gently takes them off for you, carefully placing them on the nightstand or back in their case

He would carry a small cloth on him whenever your glasses get smudged

One time he accidentally grabbed your glasses when rushing back to the hospital, not realizing how much smaller they felt

Gets you matching sunglasses that he wears often in the cafe so you can wear them when the sun is too bright

Rafayel:

The type to act cute whenever he tries to put on your glasses for you but ends up poking your eye. He’ll end up rambling many apologies right after

Attempt two. Covers your eyes- unless your vision is already bad, to surprise kiss you. Sometimes he covers your eyes and he’ll say “guess whoooo cutie?”

Attempt three. When you were looking for your glasses, he'd place them on top of his head. When you finally spot them and reach up to grab it, he'd lean down to your level and press a sweet kiss on your lips before handing them over

He'd make you a personal and special goggles so you can dive into the sea together. He'd also make a cute case for your glasses that's designed perfectly for you

Sylus:

When your current glasses feel too uncomfortable, he’ll go shopping with you to find a pair that’s more comfortable and suited to your style. He’ll even engrave something special for you on the temples. The same goes for when your glasses break after you accidentally leave them on the bed or couch, making his fifty pounds of voluptuous ass accidentally sit on them. He would have to remind you to be careful where you place them.

He’ll offer to read things out for you if you’re reading a book, using a tablet, or trying to read a menu way to close to your face

Brushes your hair out of the way when your glasses start to slip down your nose or get out place

Whenever he leans in to kiss you, he gently lifts your glasses off to make sure nothing comes between the two of you

Caleb:

If you lost your glasses somewhere at the house, detective Caleb is on it. He’ll reassure you that he’ll look for it himself because he doesn’t want you to bump into anything or hurt yourself- depending on how bad your vision is

He’s playfully taken your glasses before just to see how they’d look on him but then he realized that they were too small for him. But really he just wanted to know how your vision is just in case he could be even more helpful for you.

Anytime you go out with him, he’ll help adjust your glasses for you whenever he sees them slipping off.

Finds it cute whenever your glasses get fogged up whenever you eat something steamy or cook something steamy with him. He’ll offer to feed it to you or he’ll let you cook with different ingredients instead

[cafemasterhugo]

i think i'll start sharing some strange customer experiences.

not long after i'd started working at the battle cafe, a customer asked for a battle and a half-and-half pasty. one half steak, one half vegan cheese and onion. they'd already battled my boss that day. i tried to charge them for two separate pasties since it'd be a lot of effort to make from scratch, and they complained loudly.

i tried selling the pasties separately, but they wouldn't have it. i just cut one of each in half and melted some extra cheese onto them to seal them together. abraxas had the leftover halves.

[radiance1]

The US government when multiple of their servers has been hacked and they can't find a trace of who's doing it: What is going on!?

Tucker, literally in an internet cafe sipping on some milk with what little money he had on him: Haha, lol.

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Lex Luthor when he's told that multiple of his servers has been hacked and put into disorder with seemingly no purpose: Find whoever this is, immediately!

Eve Teschmacher: Sir, our best is unable to find whoever hacked into our servers, in fact, our attempts to stop, build up defenses or force them out, have only been met with more, chaotic files.

Lex Luthor, banging his fist on the table: What do I pay them for!? Find them immediately!

Tucker, literally in an internet cafe a few blocks away from the Lexcorp building: Get gud noobs!

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Oracle, when her servers has been hacked by an unknown: Raises eyebrow

Oracle, when said unknown begins to mess around in her servers and basically goads her into trying them: Oh it's on.

Oracle, when she conveniently hacks into said unknown's coordinates and finds it leading to an internet cafe, to which it then gets fizzled out by the unknown: Hm. I should tell someone.

Also Oracle: However.

Tucker, chugging down his milk and booting it from the internet cafe while disconnecting from Oracle's servers and sending multiple signals to hopefully take her off his trails: shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshit

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The Justice League, after noticing that Mount Justice is currently being hacked in the middle of a debriefing:

Batman and Robin fighting against the hacker, with the new addition of Oracle who just, appeared out of nowhere: Oh, I know this guy!

Batman, narrowing his eyes: Explain.

Oracle, refusing to explain but instead manages to snag the unknown's current whereabouts while simultaneously wiping said whereabouts before the unknown (Who is currently distracted by Robin and Batman) could notice, while also downloading said location to Batman's suit all at once: I think they can do that for you.

Batman, relents and flows away from the computer and walks away from the Young Justice team: Superman, with me. Red Tornado, continue the debriefing.

Tucker, currently in an internet cafe sipping on boba after acquiring some money, chewing and furiously tapping away at his PDA: ...I may have bitten off more than I can chew, here.

Tucker, looking up when someone sat down in relatively hidden (and by that he means square in the corner) booth and choking on his boba to see the Batman and Superman sitting across from his casually:

Batman, when the unknown he was looking for was literally a 14-year-old currently staring at the both of them in shock with a PDA held together by a mass amount of tape, determination and probable hope: Narrows eyes and stares at Superman.

Superman, currently ordering off of the menu: Raises hands with an innocent expression What? We're at a cafe, might as well?

Batman, staring at him for a solid few minutes, before also ordering something off of the menu:

Tucker, currently experiencing his life flashing before his eyes, but trying to play it off: Sips Boba.

(For your information by the way, Tucker got thrown to the DC universe and basically became a little shit by hacking into multiple places for literally no reason other than to have fun and fuck with people.)

[ddejavvu]

Hello i had an idea for a Spencer fic! So the BAU team have a party and Spencer's sitting by himself cause he doesn't drink and he feels awkward and reader goes to sit with him to comfort him about how he doesn't have to drink to have fun. They spend the rest of the night together and Spencer asks if they could hang out more at some point :,)

Spencer's not alone, but he's not exactly with the group, either. He's sitting at the end of the table, and you remember Penelope had been with him at the start, but now she's several shots deep in Emily's lap, trying to peer down Morgan's shirt.

Spencer's tapping a long, lithe finger against the table like a metronome, his plush pink lip tucked beneath his front teeth as he stares into his water glass. There's shrieking and laughter from the opposite end of the table but you vacate your seat, beelining for the BAU's youngest member.

"You're not drinking, Reid?" You maintain a slight air of professionality, forgoing JJ's nickname, 'Spence', because you're still less than a month into joining the team. Spencer's kind with you- everyone is, but you're trying not to overstep.

"Oh, I'm not much of a drinker," He smiles, his chin angled up slightly, "I just prefer water."

"I don't blame you. Drinking makes me sleepy." You admit, "I'd pass out in half an hour if I tried Rossi's concoction."

"His cocktails are lethal," Reid's nose wrinkles, "He says it's because he's an old man and he needs the strong stuff. I just think he doesn't like having to pay attention to any of us when we talk."

"Both are probably true," You take the seat across from Spencer at the vacant side of the table, "You don't bring anything else to do? I know you usually carry a book with you."

"It's in my bag." Spencer grimaces, "Everyone always makes fun of me when I read instead of drinking, so I don't anymore."

"Go get it." You urge, "I have one in my bag too. They could- y'know, make fun of us."

Spencer's eyes narrow in thought, his brow furrowed slightly as he glances past you at the rest of the team. They're not paying attention to either of you anymore, too caught up in their own fun, and he reaches for the bag draped over the back of his chair.

It's thick, heavy, and looks like a volume that should be gathering dust in a magic library. But he opens it to a page near the beginning, and is already turning to the next before you can wrench your book out of your own bag.

You settle into the groove of reading, a comfortable silence that Spencer looks much happier with than sitting alone. He turns pages faster than you can fathom, and it's incredible to know he's reading every word the same as you are.

"You know," He starts, his eyes still on the page, "There's a nice cafe a few blocks down from work. I go there and read on Saturday mornings if we're not on a case. It's quiet, it's- good for reading." He chances a glance up at you, and finds you hooked on his every word.

"Yeah?"

"You should come with me sometime." He notes, his voice purposefully casual, "Uh, they have good croissants."

"I like croissants." You smile, "I'm free this Saturday, Reid."

"You can call me Spencer," He offers, "Uh- Morgan has his phone out."

Morgan is, in fact, taking pictures of you and Spencer with your books out, and you're sure they'll appear in your team group chat within the minute. But you don't care, and you knock your foot against Spencer's beneath the table.

"I'll be there at nine, Spencer."

[nikovraskol]

Okay, seeing the one where we have to get permission to have a job is kinda funny. Especially since in the state I live, at 16 or older you're able to get a job without a parents permission. If it doesn't require extreme labor, NDA's, or requires being 21 and allowed near drugs or naughties.

So, what job was Reader going for? Secretary work? Lol, if we just decided to work at a cafe or something, we wouldn't have to worry about a permission slip.

Which leaves me to wonder, if Alfred set Bruce on Reader, but Reader said nothing and got a job? Bruce finding out Reader has a job, instead of just asking for money?

Especially if Tim recognizes Reader after getting a drink? But he's questioning why we're working there. He chooses to sit back and observe. Only to watch as an absolute Karen yells at Reader and dumps hot coffee on them.

oopsy poopsy i am NAWT familiar the usa child labour laws, but honestly imagined mc as just snatching the first job she sees, like yk when u apply for a bunch of jobs only for like the worst one to call you back?

like u apply for 30 jobs, each of them being like a barista or a cashier or something normal but the only one to reach back to u is a taxidermy LMAO (true story)

masterlist

honestly, you getting some minimum wage job as a barista -- working in some relatively nice area of gotham then one day you just see tim.

just sat there, some over-expensive drink in his hand as he stares at you in confusion? why is his sibling working at a coffee shop? bitch, your dad is bruce wayne WHY are you working a minimum wage job?? if you wanted a job so bad, you should've applied for wayne enterprises or something!

he tries to talk to you only for you to ignore him, acting like you don't know him, it stings. you were preening for his affection a month ago, how could you casually just ignore him?!

whatever plans he had, cancelled, he spends the day sat in a booth, watching your every move. anytime one of your co-workers come up to him and ask him to leave he just tips them like $100 to shut them up.

then, he sees you handling yourself and sighs, maybe you're okay at this, it's good for you, as helpless as you are, to get some experience.

until a nasty customer comes in, shouting at you and berating you, all you can do is lower your head and apologise -- because it's a customer! you can't fight back because if you get fired you'll have to go job hunting again, you'd rather get beat up by damian.

but the sight of you, your head lowered and a frown on your face. well, tim just can't have you working in such environments, he'll just let bruce know.

you pull up home, you're tired from working a 9-5, you smell like caffiene and your social battery is in DEBT only for your father to put his hand on your shoulder and sigh,

"quit your job." he says softly, as if he's doing you a damn favour. when you obviously refuse, he says nothing, just sighs.

and then you pull up to work the next day and your manager tells you you've been promoted and will now work at wayne enterprises ?!

bruce bought the coffee shop just to have you work with him! isn't that great? he can keep an eye on you AND you can spend time with your family!! don't worry, he won't let you do any hard work, in fact, the only thing you're tasked with is spending time with your family !!

just remember to thank tim, he got you a better job AND he gave you oppurtunities to spend time with them, that's all you've ever wanted, right?

if yall sent in a request i PROMISEE i will get back.. i'm just switching between writing the next chapter and giggling at all the nice things yall r saying >3>

[scented-morker]

NCT Dream under the mistletoe

In which you end up under the mistletoe… 1.6k, fluff fluff fluff, I think gn reader, not proofread

Mark

After so long of dating, you'd think Mark would be fine with kissing you in front of his members

You'd be wrong

Whether it's because he's their hyung or just because they don't let him live— Marks lips are OFF LIMITS when with the boys

(Yes that's exactly how he phrased it)

But it's Christmas, and it's tradition!! And the boys need something new to bully Mark about!!!

So they hang it on the threshold of the dorm and wait in suspense until you knock on the door

"Mark why don't you go get that?"

"Why? I'm kinda busy rn, besides it's yn, don't you guys usually fight over who gets to open the door for them?" Exposed 🫣

"Just Open the door Mark!"

"Fine!"

So he opens the door in a little apron bc he was cooking (scary ik)  and the boys start screaming

"MISTLETOE YOURE UNDER THE MISTLETOE YOU HAVE TO KISS!!"

He glares so hard, but you just shrug.

"You look like a cute little housewife rn, I already wanted to kiss you."

He laughs at the comparison before giving you a peck, the boys going wild in the background

"I'll be the housewife if you take care of the kids," he grins, motioning to the crowd behind him

"Deal," you place another peck on him as you walk by and into the crowd of boys. "I have gifts for you gremlins!!"

They were too distracted to tease mark much (until after you left)

Renjun

We all know the boys take every chance to kiss him as they can

Which— understandable but like that’s YOUR boyfriend???

He thinks it’s the funniest thing ever when you complain to him about it one day

“STOP LAUGHING, THIS IS SERIOUS!”

He’s kinda flattered that you’re so protective but still thinks it’s hilarious

“They don’t actually kiss me that much”

LIES

Imagine your terror when you walk into the dreamies Christmas party and see mistletoe EVERYWHERE

“What is this?”

“Idk, Hyuck decorated”

Cue the boy in question calling your boyfriend from across the room

You see he’s standing under one of the plants and refuse to let Renjun go over without you

You follow him around all night, kissing him under every single mistletoe while the boys make faces at you

(Hyuck actually did not decorate, renjun did, and he was having the best night of his life getting your kisses every five minutes) 🤫

Never tell him a secret ever again

Jeno

You weren't even dating 🤭

It was that weird stage of knowing you're more than friends but not saying anything bc WHAT IF YOURE CRAZY

And the boys are TIRED of hearing Jeno nonstop talk about you

"So I think she might feel the same way, but then yesterday when she texted me she ended it with a period, AND she said ly to sign off instead of ily so what if-"

"Jeno literally shut up."

So they do the thing where they ask both of you to hang out and then cancel so it's just the two of you

"Wow I can't believe Chenle and Jisung both just got the flu, that sucks."

Jeno knew exactly what they were doing, and was very suspicious

"Yeah wild, do you wanna grab coffee since we're already here?"

So you decide to go into the cafe you were supposed to meet at, ignoring the sign at the front (lovers cafe <3)

The bell sings as you walk in, and the woman at the counter turns at the sound.

You walk up to order and she shakes her head

"You can't order until you complete the tradition," she says, gesturing to the door and a mistletoe hanging over it

Jeno now realizes what his stupid friends have done, but he smiles at you sheepishly

"What do you say?"

To which you immediately lean in and give him a kiss

Haechan

Honestly he probably hung it himself 😭

Like the two of you had recently gotten together and he just always wanted to be kissing you

The boys had invited you over to the dorm for a Christmas movie marathon, and Hyuck decided to take the decorations into his own hands

(Yes it got a little awkward when Jungwoo came to borrow one of their plates and there was mistletoe everywhere, and yes the boys groaned about it but gave him kisses on the cheek under every plant)

"Welcome yn, to our holiday wonderland," he says dramatically

"It's literally a stinky apartment with lights hung everywhere."

"Shut up Chenle, oh would you look at that, we're under mistletoe!"

So obviously you oblige the tradition, giving him a sweet peck before continuing your walk to the couch

"Oh look another one!"

You check the ceiling to make sure he isn't lying, but lean in to give him a kiss anyway

"Woah looks like another kiss for me!"

By the third time you know he's doing it on purpose, and you look forward to see at least five more plants hung between your current spot and the living room

"We tried to stop him."

You laugh, but give him a kiss under each one because he worked so hard for it <3

Jaemin

He gives zero ducks, he'll take any opportunity to kiss you

Even when you wish he wouldn't

Why, you may ask, would you ever not want to get Jaemin's kisses?

The answer: because you're in front of his entire family 😃

Why they hung mistletoe at the Na family Christmas, you may never know

Possibly because everyone else in his family was just as lovey-dovey as he was

But it was fine for everyone else THEY WERE MARRIED AND HAD KIDS

This was your first time ever meeting his whole family, and Jaemin's extra ass was apparently trying to make it as mortifying as possible

"Babyyy," he calls out as you stand talking to his mom

You smile apologetically at his mother before turning as he approaches

"What?"

"You're under the mistletoe!"

You look up to see the cursed plant before turning back to your boyfriend with pleading eyes

"Not in front of your mom, please."

He just smiles that sweet smile before DIPPING YOU LIKE A TANGO DANCER and planting a long kiss on your lips

Your face is on fire when he stands you back up

"I can't even look at your mother right now. I hate you."

So he kisses you again

Chenle

Listen he has the softest spot for you 🥹

Home alone? Never ending kisses, he's telling you how happy you make him, playing with your hair, everything

But not in front of his members 🫡 (which they know)

They were messing with him, but you were in on it 🤭

"Lele, look!"

He looks up where you're pointing, seeing the mistletoe before immediately glaring at the other boys who have gathered around

They all have the biggest grins in their faces as if this was the best thing they'd ever experienced..

But he notices the too-innocent smile on your face telling him you are in on it, which in his book is a worse offense than the boys planning it

"Is Lele shy?" Jaemin coos, which only makes the younger boy more flustered

He decides it's only fair that you feel just as embarrassed

So before the boys can tease him anymore he straight up just grabs the back of your neck and basically slams his lips into yours

Whew he's so hot... uh anyways

As soon as he releases you you're letting out nervous giggles and hiding your face in his neck because HOW DID THIS BACKFIRE ON YOU SO HARD

The guys can't even make fun of him anymore so they just groan and disperse into their own rooms

To which Chenle then teases you (and gives you many more kisses)

Jisung

Poor guy 😭

He just wanted to take you to the Christmas party so he could share hot chocolate and maybe hold your hand underneath the table

BUT SOMEONE THOUGHT ITD BE FUNNY TO HANG MISTLETOE AS DECORATION

The two of you are sitting at your table, watching Hyuck and Jeno dance unnecessarily aggressively to Jingle Bells when he asks if you want a snack

So you get up and make your way over to the cookie table bc yum Christmas cookies

But when you get there jaemin lets out a dramatic gasp

"JISUNG YOU BROUGHT THEM UNDER THE MISTLETOE YOU LITTLE RASCAL"

He immediately looks up, staring at the offending plant

"I didn't- I didn't do it on purpose yn! I promise!"

You just laugh, "I know you didn't, it's okay."

So you grab your cookies and head back to the table, kiss-less

"Dang you're really not going to kiss them?" Jaemin asks, looking over where you're staring at the cookies on your plate

"Well not in front of you!"

With that Jisung walks away, forgetting to grab cookies for himself

"Yn," he whisper calls, and you look up to see him gesturing you to the hallway

You follow him, stepping out into the brighter lit and much quieter hall.

"Did you need a break?" You're used to him sneaking off from crowded places to recenter

"No."

"Oh, then what's—"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips into yours, hand on the back of your head

He has a pink hue on his cheeks when he pulls away, and he refuses to look you in the eyes

"I wanted to kiss you, just not in front of him."

[anniebeckcalla]

white chocolate and raspberries

sweet gestures with bf!nct dream

(bf!nctdream x reader) ◦ ₊ NOT PROOFREAD! ◦ ₊WC! 1.3K ◦ ₊ CW! fluff, fluff, fluffety fluff.

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ღNOTE FROM C. It's time we had some happiness after the gloom of the recent smaus. (I'll get back to them though, they're fun to write!) I hope you enjoy this post, if took me a while to write!

haechan

“Stop wriggling, will you?” You put the eyeliner wand on the bathroom sink, rinsing your hands for the nth time. “There's more liner on my fingers than on your eyes!” Haechan shrugged. “Sorry, baby. I could hardly keep still when you're staring into my eyes like that.” He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you close. “Can't say I'm complaining, though.” Frowning, you cupped his face in your hands, meaning to reprove him. In response, he gazed up at you wordlessly. His eyes sparkled with what could only be awe and reverence; the ghost of a smile lingered on his mouth. “Forget it,” you sighed. “I can't ever stay mad at you.” “I know,” Haechan whispered back, closing his eyes as you leaned in closer to kiss him.

jaemin

You took a deep breath as you bit into the toasted cheese panini, your eyes closing to fully appreciate the sensation. The crisp bread merged perfectly with the creamy cheese; the salted butter sparked little bursts of flavour around your mouth with each chew. It was nothing short of perfection.

‘Click!’

You opened your eyes, lowering your sandwich to see Jaemin across the table. He was holding his camera up, smiling as his finger snapped away. “Not while I'm eating!” you flushed, hand hovering over your mouth. “I look awful!” Jaemin lowered his camera. “Sorry, y/n. You looked so happy just then, I just had to capture it.” He looked down at the tiny camera screen. “You look so beautiful, even while you're eating.” “Stop praising me,” you mumbled. “I mean it, y/n. You look good doing anything.” Jaemin put his camera away, reaching across the table for your hand. “If I didn't control myself, all my albums would be full with pictures of you.”

jeno

The fields and trees passed by in a blur as the train snaked across the lines at full speed. You loved the window seat, and now you were sat in one, you wanted to gaze out of the window and appreciate the scenery. However, the day had tired you out. The darkening sky and warmth of the train made it hard to keep your eyes open. “You're quiet for once,” Jeno remarked, looking up from his phone. “Normally, you'd be telling me to stop scrolling and look out of the window with you.” You didn't have the strength to reply. Instead, you gave a low ‘mm hm’. “Woah, you're really tired,” Jeno said.

There was a short silence.

“Do you, er—do you want to use my shoulder as a pillow?” he spoke up, his face reddening slightly. “I mean, you don't have to—”

You didn't need to be asked twice. You let your head rest on his shoulder, letting sleep overwhelm your mind. Jeno didn't pick his phone back up. Instead, he put his arm around your shoulders, gazing down at you with love and infatuation.

jisung

“Ready to go now, y/n?” Jisung turned around when you heard you on the stairs. A smile lit up his face when your eyes met, and he took your hand as your feet reached the floor. “I haven't done too much with this outfit, have I?” you winced. “I mean, we're only going to a house party.” Jisung shook his head. “Not at all, love. It's perfect.” He raised your wrist to his nose, inhaling your perfume. “What did you use? It smells lovely.” “Oh, just a bit of ‘La vie en rose,’” you replied, your ears burning as shyness overwhelmed you. Jisung pressed his lips to your wrist, eyes closed. “I'm so glad I get to call you mine,” he whispered, tickling your wrist. “Me too,” you whispered back, breathless with delight.

mark

The elevator always took forever to get to your apartment floor. It was annoying most days, but this evening, it marked a peaceful end to the commotion of your day at work. “Thank goodness for that,” you sighed into the stillness of the elevator as it began its descent. “Today aged me by at least 80 years.” Mark was gazing at you in the elevator mirror. “No,” he replied. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. “We both look beautiful,” he whispered. He was right- you were both tired from the long day at work, and it had been a rough journey home, but you two still managed to look beauteous in the elevator mirror. “We complement each other perfectly, don't we?” you said, interlocking his hands with yours. “Too right we do,” Mark replied, pressing his lips on your cheek gently.

renjun

You were so deep in conversation with Renjun that you didn’t notice the bus coming to an stop, nor hear the voice of the person paying for their ticket. It was only when you felt eyes glaring at you from across the aisle that you finally turned your head to see your past in human form- your ex. He held your gaze, clearly enjoying how uncomfortabIe he still made you. “It's him, isn't it?” Renjun's voice was low as he took your hand in his, thumb caressing your knuckles. “Yes,” you whispered back, your breathing unsteady. “It's him.” “He won't hurt you, okay? I'm here,” Renjun said. “Don't even look at him. Just focus on me." You nodded, staring at his jumper. “Maybe we should walk the rest of the way,” you muttered. “Why should we?” Renjun replied. “We have more of a right to be here than he has.” You nodded, squeezing Renjun's hand in gratitude.

chenle

“Are you sure you're alright?” you shouted, fighting to be heard above the gale. You were protected from the rain by a flimsy umbrella that flapped about clumsily, but Chenle was exposed to the elements. He was drenched in rainwater, his shoes and clothes squelching with every step. The only part of him that stood a chance was his hand, that which he was using to hold the umbrella for you. “I'm fine, don't worry. There's only space for one under there,” he shouted back. You couldn't help staring at him in admiration. It was unfortunate about the rain, but he looked rather handsome with the rain running off his hair and face. His act of chivalry- letting you have the umbrella whilst holding it for you- made your heart beat an little faster. “I know this isn't a good time, but I love you,” you said. You almost thought he hadn't heard you, but then he turned to you, smiling. “I love you too,” he replied.

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[waterdragon11]

MINOR BLOGS DNI

Nanami was a hard, hard working husband. He would be out of the house at sharp six, and back by five no matter what. The days he got home later than that, he seemed more relaxed than overworked- your best guess what that he took it out on his co-workers in an aggressively passive tone.

You would always be up before him, groggily moving around the house to make him breakfast and pack his lunch, even if your body was itching to crawl back into bed. You knew it meant a lot to him that you made sure you gave him a kiss goodbye. It was probably the only thing keeping him from pulling out his sword on that Satoru coworker of his. Often when he came back, he would have that specific irritation in his eyes that he had never directed towards you.

Kento Nanami was also a walking contradiction wrapped in a beautiful pale suit.

Your overworked beloved refused to spend his "hard-earned, well-made money" on small indulgences throughout the week.

Cafe? Kento invested in a coffee machine.

Biking Club? He bought a high-end cycling machine for you to burn those calories away.

Yoga? He got one of his friends to record private sessions so you could display them on the flat screen television.

But on the weekends?

If the thought even so crossed your mind, he would read it telepathically, car keys already ready. You were barely even thinking about being hungry, opening your mouth to suggest take out when your husband stands-up.

"Come on, darling, I've already got the car ready." "Ken, we really don't have to go to go out for dinner again-" "It was an online order from Raising Cane's. We're going to pick it up and drive to the beach." You're up in a flash, running to the room to change out of Kento's shirt into a top fit for the sand.

Even on days that you would rather stay home and cuddle up, Nanami has already made multiple reservations at high-end boutiques with "color sections" the size of your living room. You complained that you never wanted to try anything on, but the moment you got there, you were instantly enamoured by the sheer quantity of beautiful clothing. Kento would simply smile knowingly and sit on the couch in front of the changing room, placing a pillow on his lap.

Just for safe-keeping.

Especially when you wore those lovely nude satin dresses, with the spaghetti straps that didn't seem to hold onto anything, and cloth that bunched perfectly at your mid-thighs.

Just for safe-keeping.

You looked at it with even a little bit of interest? It was in the cart.

A little bit more excitement? Two in a different color.

Downright wanting? Kento would get a personal stylist to give you a complete set of what would look best.

After you had visited at least seven fashion stores in the mall he had picked by spinning a wheel with you, you would then go to one of the fanciest restaurants you had ever seen, wearing one of the sets that your enchanted husband had dearly picked out for you. It would hurt your soul to crush the satin fabric, even a little, sitting on those plush dining chairs.

But Nanami refused to let you wear the "normal" clothes you had arrived to the mall in (simply another set he had bought you last weekend), and to instead wear the newly bought clothes that made you look just so perfect.

What was that restaurant policy again? Napkins on laps.

Nanami could think of quite a few things that could be on his lap right now.

[pretty-little-mind33]

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

muggle au poly!marauders x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce yourself to the bookstore next door.

Warnings: none

"𝒪𝒽, 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃"

The air is chilly as you pull your jumper over your shoulders, balancing your silver tray in one hand. You blow some hair from your eyes and close on the door to your small cafe, the bell chiming after you. While technically you don't officially open until 10 am for brunch this morning, you had planned an assortment of mini-drinks and pastries to bring to the neighboring businesses so you could introduce yourself to them. 

Your first destination is the bookstore across the street. It's an old red-brick building, accompanied by a worn-out wooden door and a wooden sign where the name, "Moony's Library" is proudly displayed in chipped white paint. It looks homey and antique and when you walk over and can see that the small plaque on the door says closed. You knock anyway.

You receive no answer. 

Biting your lip, you hold your tray tighter against your sides, frowning as you raise your arm awkwardly to try again. Still no answer. You try the handle this time. You could have sworn you saw someone in the window. The door opens with a creak as you tentatively push on it and hesitantly, you step inside.

Just as you do, your shoe hits the slightly raised step of the entrance, bending your ankle awkwardly as you almost fall over. You gasp, catching yourself just in time as none of your drinks spilled or pastries fall. 

Thankful no one saw you—

"Clumsy, aren't you?" a voice drawls from the corner of the room and you jump, almost dropping the tray again. When you turn, you see a man sitting in an armchair in the corner, his left foot bound in a medical boot. His crutches lay against the side of the armchair.

The man is strikingly handsome, with his round glasses resting on his nose and his messy dark hair curls framed around his sharp hazel eyes. He isn't smiling, instead he is simply smirking like he knows something you don't know. 

"You scared me." Your voice sounds more intimidated than anticipated, and you walk towards the counter, placing the tray near some old books. You're careful not to ruin them as your cheeks burn warm. "I knocked," you point out, afraid he'll accuse you of being a trespasser. 

"I heard," the man says with a chuckle.

Your eyebrows scrunch and he reads your mind. 

"We're closed. Didn't want to stand and open the door when we are closed." The man shrugs and as handsome as he is, you don't like how he's practically making fun of you. His eyes land on the drinks and trays and his lips curl, his voice a little more lighthearted this time. He makes a guess. "You own Whisk and Whims Cafe?" 

You nod and walk over, holding one of your drink samples to him. "This is a Caramel Cappuccino. It's called Autumn Swirl," you say and then pause a moment. "My name is Y/n," you add quietly.

The man takes the drink and drinks it all in one go. He smiles and looks at you again. "Decent," he teases, wiping the foam from his lips. "Hint of cinnamon?"

You nod again as another voice interrupts you. "James. Be nice, will you?" The man, James, rolls his eyes at this and leans back in the armchair, adjusting his boot with a grunt. You look behind you at the newcomer and your heart leaps. It's another man, just as handsome as this one. He looks taller and lankier and he has deep scars adorning his skin, accompanied by faint freckles you can only see if you focus very hard. Which you are. His dusty dark-blond hair swooshes almost perfectly. He's breathtaking and you lose your train of thought. 

"Hi, I'm Remus," the man comes up and holds out his hand, "Ignore my friend here, he can be grumpy in the morning."

You nod, looking at Remus and then James.

"Shut up, Moony."

"Moony," you whisper, referring to the bookstore's name. You look at Remus directly and smile. "You're the owner."

Remus chuckles and hums, strolling behind the counter. He looks around the old-fashioned bookstore; the books are arranged on tall bookshelves all around, wooden ladders accompanying the slightly dusty shelves. The ceiling is painted mural style, adorned by golden trim. His hand smoothes over an old book and then he looks at your tray of pastries and drinks.

"And you must be my new neighbor."

You smile and point to one of the small sample cookies. "Chocolate chip," you say and smile at Remus, "you seem like a chocolate kinda guy."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, love," James interrupts from behind you. He's leaning on one of his crutches, his broad shoulders flexing as he rolls them. He's smiling at you, towering over you as he leans one of his arms on the counter. 

Your cheeks feel warm again. "Are you partners?" You ask. 

James laughs loudly, his pretty lips turning into a smile. "No," Remus answers, finishing the cookie as he wipes the crumbs from his lips. "Jamie here is just helping while he recovers from his injury."

Your gaze falls to James's boot and he catches your gaze, his jaw clenching as he captures your chin in his hand, keeping your eyes on him. Fuck, you think as you look at him and his touch sends a jolt of electricity, he's so handsome.  

"Eyes up here, darlin'," he grumbles. The boot is obviously a sour subject for him and your eyes snap up. 

You nod, entranced. James smirks and drops your chin, his hand lingering in the air. Remus clears his throat and your attention is pulled to him again. "Y'know, I was thinking we could do something fun with our businesses—" Remus offers, stealing your attention as James's smile disappears and he clears his throat, turning to look at some of the books on the shelf. 

You turn to Remus fully now, fiddling with the small sample cups. "Oh?"

Remus nods. "I mean, a cafe and bookstore? A match made in heaven," he explains his plan, "I'm thinking we could host some events. Perhaps an evening tea book club? And we could have opportunities to blend our businesses, for example, one book purchased here could earn them one coupon at Whisk and Whims and some bonus coupons if they read the book in your cafe. I could also have James build you a bookshelf, he's my personal handyman, with sample books from here to bring in more customers, ones they could buy potentially—"

"Who said I would build you the bookshelf— I'm injured—" James interjects.

"James," Remus sends his friend a glare and you smile.

"I'd like that," you interrupt, loving Remus's plan. You feel happy that you've found him and your smile widens. "Thank you," you say honestly.

Remus's heart leaps at that smile you wear and he has to shake himself, clearing his throat. "Oh, y-yeah, no problem," he says, his Welsh accent slipping out because he's nervous and James sends him a curious look.

When you return to your café, the interactions replay in your head. You switch the open sign, humming as the mental image of James's curly hair and Remus's smile causes you to feel an unfamiliar giddiness in your chest. The morning is slower, which you'd expected from your first day, but you don't mind as your mind wanders. 

Eventually, the clock strikes one, and that familiar bell rings. You look up from where you're rearranging the cookies in the window. There are only a few customers and you only have a few staff so you see him instantly. 

You jump up, rushing to the door to open it for him since he does have crutches at the moment. However, you almost slam into a doe-eyed redhead as she holds the door open for James. Your eyes widen and you stumble back, hand finding your apron as you suppress the embarrassment coursing your veins.

The girl turns to you, skin pale and eyes a shiny emerald green. Her cherry red hair is braided to the side and she looks behind her, smiling as James helps himself through the door. He lifts his head, staring at you.

"Y/n," he says your name, a little surprised to find you here and not behind the counter. Where you should be. He turns to his girlfriend—friend? And for the first time since you'd met him today, he smiles warmly, "Thanks, Lils," 

James looks at you again and this time, the smile stays. "Remus is still busy but I wanted to stop by and see how business is," he looks around the mostly empty room and his smile falters just enough for you to see the change. Your embarrassment grows. 

Lils interrupts him, "For your first day, it's quite good! It took Sirius months to fill out his store, right, Jamsie?" 

You look at her, grateful for the kind words, and unclench your hands from your apron. You push away the embarrassment and gesture to a small table near the window, "This one is free," you back away, your voice a little shaky as you ask them, "What can I get you?"

"I'll have another Autumn Swirl," James teases you as he staggers over with the girl's hand around his muscular arm. "Lily will have anything with matcha." He laughs and Lily rolls her eyes at him, but then she nods at you. 

"Thanks," she says and then smiles. Her smile is the prettiest thing you have ever seen and when you return behind the counter to make their order, you feel stupid. Of course, someone like James is already in a relationship! What were you thinking—developing a school-girl crush on a guy you'd met only hours ago? 

You shake your head, successfully diminishing the warmth from your cheeks but only worsening that pit in your stomach as you do your best to focus on the drinks instead of hearing James's, already intoxicating, laughter from across the room. 

tags: @nubigenouss

~ THANK YOU FOR READING! this is my first series. I'm nervous but hopefully you like this! very slow burn ;) ik Sirius isn't in this one, but he will be soon! ~

[bblgeum]

𐔌 coming back for more ─ geum seongje 𐦯

part two

⟡ ﹒ in which ⌇ on-again, off-again. geum seong-je drove people crazy, that was a known fact. even in romance... he made your head spin. but even in chaos, no matter how far you'll walk away, you're coming back. well, maybe not this time.

⟡ ﹒ content⌇ gn reader, childhood friends, angst, seong-je is a gaslighter

⟡ ﹒ listen to⌇ back for more - tomorrow x together, anitta

geum seong-je lived his life recklessly. he wasn't a planner, but he did live life in the moment. hence why he made descions that he regretted. especially with you - his "friend"

you two knew eachother since primary school. you saw it all. you were there when geum seong-je was laughed at, when he came home with bruises and scraped knees, when there was still a sense of momentum in his stormy grey eyes.

when you were with seong-je, it could go one of two ways. the first route was magical. it was like a dream - not a scary one, but one that you wished you could relive over and over again.

when you were with him, there was an invisible spark that went off. seong-je would tell a bad joke, smoke a cigerette. you would let out an ugly laugh that was only reserved for him... and everything would be perfect - everything made sense. you'd go normal teenage things, like interet cafes, to bowling, to hanging around alleyways and poking fun and telling stories. you knew, during these moments, seong-je was a door you'd never close. if anyone would stay, it would be seongje.

other times, it was completely different. instead of a magical spark, there would be heavy air of silence.. not rude comments, no arguments, but just silence - you thought this was worse than an argument. you weren't sure if seong-je saw you durinng these times, you weren't sure if he was comfortable with the silence. but you knew there was a sharp, aching pain in you that wanted to walk away. but of course, something told you there would be something in seong-je you couldn't replace. maybe it was that mischevous, gummy smile. maybe it was his eyes that hunted his surroundings like a predetor. maybe it was his ride or die energy, maybe it was the thrill of being with a gangster.

you never confronted seong-je about this. it was probable he didn't even notice it himself. maybe you're childhood friendship was not as cherishable as you thought it was.

the halls of ganghak high were bustling with students. like a comic, or a webtoon, their faces seemed hazy - in a grey, blurry way. their eyes seemed to lock onto you, but the emotion wasn't quiet where it should've been. there was nothing magical about ganghak students.

you were looking for seong-je. a part of you prayed you'd get the seong-je you knew when you were a child - happy (or, as happy as seong-je could get). another part of you reminded yourself that acorrding to your observations, seong-je was strangly quiet these days - almost as if he was growing exhausted of your presence.

climbing the grimey stairs to the roof and pushing the door open, fresh spring air mixed with cologne and smoke filled the sky. you find seong-je on the ground, leaning against the chainlink fence, usual cigarette in his hands. immediatly, his eyes zip to you (nothing ever went unnoticed by seong-je). your gut feeling told you immediatly, something was... off.

you stand at the door way, hesitating for a few seconds, until you go over and plop down next to him. his eyes move back towards looking at the clouds, ocasionally blowing smoke in your direction.

─ "hey, seong-je?" you eventually ask.

─ "what?"

─ "have you.. noticed- noticed..." you hesitate for a minute. "feelings" never went well with geum seong-je. seong-je rolls his eyes, and tells you to spit it out.

─ "...i feel like we're growing apart.."

he pauses, looking at you for a few seconds. there was something in his eyes. it wasn't quiet anger, and definatly not sadness. it was some mix of ignorance and possibly offence?..

─ "i've noticed, sherlock.." he eventually says, pointedly.

you look towards him before you continue on. the blanket of awkward silence covers you too again. the blanket felt rought, and grey. had an uncomfortable weight to it.

─ "my brain can't decide if your bitch ass is deserving of me, in a way." he comments, looking at the smoke he ejected from his nostrils. meanwhile, this comment hits you like a truck. not a real one, but maybe a plastic one. from those kid playsets.

you knew he probably (?) wasn't trying to sound cocky - he just was. what did he even mean by that though? and seong-je, noticing your confusion, adds on,

─ "you're just fucking.. spending so much time with that fucker- those weird friends from your cram school- jan-hae? jun-yae?"

─ "i'm not trying to be replaced... don't become the na baek-jin of my friendships." he finished, snorting.

you pause. did you really spend so much time with jun-tae? most of your freetime was at cram school... so, it was resonable. right?

─ "not my fault. when i do spend time with you, you're always quiet as hell. not a peep, seong-je.. don't throw this on me.." for some reason, your voice was nearing a dangerous ledge. he notices this and snaps his head towards you.

─ "oh yeah? what about last week, we went to that internet cafe shit, and the entire time you were talking on the phone with your fucking cram school buddies? take some accountability, you fucker!"

the snappiness in his voice tells you he's about to escalate this. you release a breath you didn't know you were holding, annoyed. seong-je always did this. it was like a chaotic game of chess. one day he played fair and by the rules, other days he flipped the metaphorical chess board upside down and took all your peices. something in you told you to get the fuck out of there. maybe, just maybe, you should walk away from this psycho chess player.

as you stand and dust of your bottoms, his hand yanks you down, hissing in your ear -

─ "seriously? after all we've been through, you're going to leave me in the corner again? you're proving my point, asshole! you never try and cooperate!"

seong-je was getting worked up, as usual. you don't respond, sending a deadpanned look to him. the gaslighter in him was coming to say hi, apparently

his next comment catches you a bit off guard.

─ "i dare you. try and ignore me, ghost me, leave me, you're loosing something you can't get anywhere else fucker."

you yank his hand off of you, now annoyed. all you tried to do was fix the hairline crack in your relationship, but seong-je, being his true self, tries to make it bigger. every chat with him turned into an argument - his goal was to win.

─ "you're always starting something! i should ghost you, seong-je!" you hiss at him, irratated.

you were about to close the imaginary 'door' that you opened years ago - but who could blame you? for years, seong-je escalted things, made them a big deal, took them personally. you weren't trying to be with someone so tough yet so sensitive.

you stalk off, seong-je rage baiting you from afar. you couldn't hear it, though. maybe silence wasn't so bad.

tbc?

author's comment: should i continue? do you like it? it's my first time writing... sorry.

[as-if-and-only-if]

I'm interested in forming a sort of...math & physics reading group network. well, with some very important modifications to the concept of "reading group".

for example, right now, I'd like to learn algebraic geometry, qft, and/or refresh myself on representation theory with someone—maybe just one or two people—meaning that traditionally, we'd pick a text for one of these topics, discuss the material (asynchronously or synchronously?), exchange exercises, etc.

but currently (being Between Institutions), my best bet is posting on tumblr. and that's a pretty good bet, tbh! there are a lot of us here!

though, wouldn't it be great if there were a way to coordinate groups like this across institutions? you make a post proposing a group, specifying your goals and constraints...

even that would be a boon. but I think the concept of a "reading group" itself could be changed in interesting ways. this is what I'm really interested in.

there are variations among reading groups themselves already. sometimes you have directed reading groups, where someone already knows the material and "leads" it; some people are looking for more or less people involved; and there are probably things to explore for making sure that reading groups stick through it instead of falling apart when some motivation flags. default meeting times help with this, for example.

there are many experiments to be done! I think lessons for group-making can be taken from a maybe-surprising source: theater. there are a lot of things that make groups which put on shows more robust and rewarding than reading groups. a sense of building to something; many factors that create informal group cohesion (e.g. such a structure should make sure it creates more-informal "cafe" time in addition to more-formal "practice" time, just as rehearsal in physical spaces facilitates that casual sort of interaction on its periphery); ways to get into the right headspace during discussions (just as warm-ups do in theater; the engagement with this material is an event); clear goals (e.g. "understand ___"); successive shared accomplishments...to that end I wonder if it makes sense to form math troupes, which do successive reading groups together, drawn from its members.

it might be useful to envision some sort of public-facing artifact created as the culmination of this learning, whether a presentation, or an article, or some novel application or research...the crucial question is: how do we choose a goal that we find meaning in?

one idea, for example, is to have a collection parallel reading groups learning different things, and end by presenting to each other! that way we know what we learn will be meaningful to others, too, from the beginning. in general, I think it's important to feel that our own development of insight and understanding can be meaningful to others and to the group. it's nice to participate; it's nice to be able to offer something that is valued. what form can this take? how can you set up the interactions such that everyone has a part to play, and so this meaningfulness is tangled up in participation in the group?

I've also got a couple of ideas for "activities" that let us engage, re-engage, and play with the concepts we're learning with each other, beyond the text itself. how can we give ourselves the opportunity to toss around the concepts we're learning? I believe that the fun ultimately comes from the understanding itself, and therefore that any group exercise which lets us effectively play with the ideas will be fun.

it's a lot to ask people to come up with structure like that themselves, but using a pre-existing structure is not so difficult! sort of like how it's hard to make a TTRPG itself, so simply saying "go off and roleplay" isn't that helpful, but it's easy to use the structure of an existing one to run a game.

you might say, well, the existing form of a reading group is fine. okay! existing reading group structures can be low-stakes, relaxed, and accessible...but they can also fall apart easily (especially when not tied to an institution, in my experience), and you have to get lucky to find a truly rewarding one. I find reimagining our mechanisms of learning pretty exciting, and I think the space of ways to learn math with each other is underexplored at this level (emphasis on the with each other). there's a lot of potential!

anyway! reply or tag with "!" if this is something you could maybe be interested if done well? or if you're at least curious! I'm just taking a temperature. :)

[sophie-frm-mars]

New substack piece about what's happening in the UK

We see the news at about 10.30 and sit in horrified silence for several minutes. Everything I have detailed above - the implications of this news -is immediately clear to both of us, as it likely is to every trans woman in the country as they receive the headlines accompanied by pictures of beaming, grinning transphobes celebrating making our lives worse.

My girlfriend and I go to the local cafe to get out of the house. The owner, who I've known for most of a decade, asks how we're doing and when I tell her the news she is completely at a loss for words. She tells us it will change back again eventually, which makes me think of Section 28. She tells us that her cafe is a safe space, which I've never doubted.

I call with my brother. I don't think he likes to hear me getting angry, which makes it hard sometimes to explain the things they are doing to people like me. I want to tell him that a woman in Colombia was raped and then her arms and legs were broken and she was thrown into the river where passersby watched her drown and didn't help. We talk about America instead, about Hunter Schafer's passport being changed, about other women having their passports seized, about people I know who have loved ones in America can't travel to see them because they could get refused entry, interviewed by ICE, or even detained. I tell him a woman in Florida has been arrested for using the women's bathroom and is being sent to a men's prison. I want to tell him about V-coding, the practice by which prison wardens assign trans women to violent and aggressive male prisoners in a sort of forced marriage to pacify the male prisoner at the cost of the woman being repeatedly beaten and raped, sometimes to death. It won't help the situation to overwhelm my brother with the horrors. He's already asking what he can do. I say he can write to his MP and he can donate to the Good Law Project.

I have no idea how to feel.

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[jooyeonsvape]

murder on my mind- (c.yj)

genre; angst, smut, fluff

pairings; murderer!yeonjun, afab!reader

w/c; 4k

synopsis; after an attack on Y/N leads to yeonjun murdering a man, she realizes the crush he had on her for months is more than just a crush. how will she think of him after the crime?

warnings; murder, man attacking y/n, blood, stabbing, kind of blood play/kink (kind of idk), bathtub sex, fingering, squirting, riding, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, rough sex.

a/n; if this is triggering in anyway, please do not read, its not worth it, i promise!! i tried putting in all the warnings. i want to do a serialkiller!idol, but i want to see how this does first lol, hope you enjoy!! <3

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"oh Y/N, i forgot, i need to drop something off to taehyun before we head back to the house." your best friend/roommate's boyfriend taehyun worked at a small cafe down the street from your apartment and you mumble, "hopefully yeonjun isn't working."

the bell on the door rings when the two of you walk in and taehyun flashes his big smile when he sees your best friend. "here's your energy supplements baby."

you drown out their typical cheesy conversation while looking around to spot yeonjun, and luckily he was no where in sight. "since we're here, can i get an americano?" taehyun turns his attention to you and nods, starting on the order. " how can you make that sweet little face work?" your best friend slaps your shoulder playfully and your nose scrunches, "it's his job weirdo, why don't you strap on an apron and help him the-"

"Y/N?" your eyes widen when you are cut off to a familiar voice behind you. "yeonjunnnn, heeeey." your words were drawn out from awkwardness and yeonjun had a blush on his cheeks.

"i haven't seen you here in weeks, how are you?" he takes a seat comfortably next to the chair you sat in and you just click your tongue, thinking of excuses. "i don't like coffee anymore."

"iced americano for Y/N!! your order is ready!!" taehyun yelled louder than usual and you tsk at him while your friend laughs in the back.

yeonjun had a confused face but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him he was the reason.

he had an obvious crush on you, everytime you come in he writes his phone number on the coffee cup, or draws hearts and although it was sweet, he's not your type.

he had the personality of a lost puppy and it may have your fault as well, flirting with him before you got to know him because he's quite handsome.

"well, we have to go, come on Y/B/N..."

"wait, i've actually been wanting to ask you-" you could tell yeonjun was nervous by the constent clearing of his throat and sweat on his eyebrow. "do you want to go out sometime?"

you bite the inside of your cheek and breathe out slowly, just be honest with him Y/N.

"i'm sorry yeonjun, you're not really my type, i like men who are dangerous, you're too soft for me." he just stood with a disappointed expression, taking the rejection and nodding slow. "alright."

a couple weeks after you rejected yeonjun, you kept getting a strange feeling that someone has been watching you.

it’s getting to the point where even in the shower, you open the shower curtain every 5 seconds from paranoia.

one night, you wore a crop top with a short skirt to the nightclub and on the way home, you got the same feeling again.

your head turns to see nothing but you couldn’t shake it so you decide to go the safest way home instead of the short cut, but before you turned the corner someone jumps out and grabs your body.

the yell you tried to let out didn’t come due to a mans hand around your mouth and your fight to get away pushed the both of you to the ground.

before you could even see his face, he was abruptly pulled away from your body and you look up breathlessly to see yeonjun of all people.

he had the man in a tight chokehold so he couldn’t get away and you watch him push the stranger to the wall. “look away Y/N.”

ignoring his words, your eyes never leave yeonjun while he flicks open his knife and stabs the man in the neck.

you gasp loud at the sound then tears start coming out of your eyes when the man lifelessly falls to the ground, and blood pours from his neck.

yeonjun looks over at your terrified eyes and rushes over, kneeling down. “are you okay?”

the words weren’t coming out but all you wanted him to do is get away from you. “Y/N, talk to me please.” your eyes flicker up to the once innocent face you dont recognize anymore.

“how could you kill someone? i know he was going to hurt me, but beating him up would’ve been enough, or even running for fucks sake.” all the emotions came over you and now unleashed upon yeonjun.

he grabs your tear soaked cheeks with his bloody hands and the warmness of the liquid made you flinch away, but he held them tight so you couldn't move. "i was mainly saving you, yes, but he has probably hurt so many other women, including you if i didn't stop it."

your breathing quicken from the panic attack you were currently having and yeonjun wraps an arm around your shoulders. "we need to leave Y/N, someone could've seen and called the cops,"

you just nod slow when he helps you stand to your feet and you look up to see blood splatter on his neck. "let me walk you home."

yeonjun kept his arm tight around your shoulders the entire walk, which gave you a sense of security, although ironic, considering he was the one who made you so scared a few moments ago.

when the two of you arrive to your apartment, he opens the door for you and you bow gently. "uh.. i think you should come in and shower."

"good idea, i would be pretty suspicious walking around with blood all over me the same night a man was murdered." even though it was dark, you let out a soft giggle at his joke and invite him in.

yeonjun waited in your room while you dig through Y/B/N's closet for clothes taehyun might have left from when he spent the night.

you finally find a random t-shirt and sleep shorts of his and walk in your room to a shirtless yeonjun, staring blankly out the window. "this is all i could find, is it okay?"

he turns his head and nods, grabbing the clothing from your hands, then points to a door. "is that the bathroom?" instead of answering, you couldn't stop staring at his muscles, and thinking about how his work uniform didn't do his body justice.

"Y/N?" you blink out of your disassociation and clear your throat, "yes, take your time." he had a smirk on his face which made you shiver.

how could you go from being terrified of him to attracted in the matter of 30 minutes?

yeonjun entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him and filla the tub with water while he undresses.

he didn't dare look in the mirror because he knows if he did, the person looking back wouldn't be the same person he's known for 25 years.

when the bathtub was filled to his liking, he sits inside and watches the clear water turn a light shade of red due to the dried blood on his hands.

no regrets. he would've hurt your love if you didn't end up following her home. that scum deserved every painful moment. he needed to be ended.

anger boiled over yeonjun again while he thinks of all the vile things the man could've done to you and he stared at the water, not hearing a knock at the door.

"yeonjun are you okay?"

he looks up to see your head poking in from the cracked door, "yes, are you?"

"i'm kind of scared alone.." you didn't want to admit it, but you feel the safest with him right now. he chuckles soft and sees the blood still on your cheeks. "do you want to join me?"

you nod weakly and walk in the bathroom, looking down at the bath water. with a deep breath, you undress until you're in your underwear then bite the inside of your cheek, "can you look away for a second?"

yeonjun complies and closes his eyes, then faces the other way so you felt comfortable.

when he wasn't looking, you completely undress and wrap an arm around your breasts while you step inside the bath with him. "you can look now."

yeonjun turns his head to see your knees up to your chest, due to lack of room in the small tub and chuckles. "come here."

when he watches you uncomfortably shuffling over to him, he grabs your hips and pulls you on his lap easily. "more comfortable?" you nod and slowly move your arm away from your chest, but he was too busy admiring your face to notice.

your cheeks redden from his eyes trailing every inch of your skin and he reaches up with a wet hand to rub off the blood handprint from earlier.

“oh, let me get you a wash cloth.” you forgot to tell him earlier where they were and as you begin about to stand, he tightened his grip on your hips.

“it’s okay, lets just stay like this.” you relax your body in his arms and nod, “do i look pretty with your handprint on my face?”

yeonjun chuckles then clears his throat, “actually yes, i wish you would never wash it off.”

“i think you kind of look hot with blood all over you too… are we sick?” you blush at your question and yeonjun rubs circles around your hip bone, “i think so, but i’m okay with it.”

you tilt his chin up gently and kiss his lips impulsively, your heart beating fast from adrenaline.

yeonjun grabs your cheeks like he did earlier that night and immediately kisses back, something he’s been waiting for.

you didn’t expect him to be so romantic, but his kiss was the most intense and passionate feeling you’ve ever experienced.

you slide your tongue in his mouth and a soft moan leaves his throat due to your hips moving on his lap under the red water.

yeonjun takes his hands away from your cheeks and moves them back to your hips when he feels his dick growing under you, “Y/N please, you’re making my mind go to dark thoughts.”

you hum and kiss yeonjun on his neck, then up to his ear, “i’m not scared.” your whisper made his body get chills and he uses one of his hands to rub your clit slow.

a gasp came out of your mouth and you dig your face in his neck with a whine at the feeling, “turn around and sit in my lap.”

you do as he says, settling in his lap while he kisses your lips and spreads your legs open wide so he could see your pussy at the angle.

“very pretty Y/N.” you blush at his use of your name and kiss his neck soft when he continues to rub your clit. “does that feel good?” you nod with a whine and thrust your hips gently, wanting more.

yeonjun smirks at you while he trails one of his long slender fingers up and down your pussy lips. you whine again at the feeling and he enters two fingers in slowly.

after a few seconds of teasing, he moves them quick inside of you, the veins in his arm start to show from the speed and you nuzzle your face in his neck again.

yeonjun uses his other hand to rub your clit as the other continues to hit your g-spot over and over, “i don’t think i can last very long like this yeonjun.”

he smirks at your words, but doesn’t stop, “i want to make you cum like no one else has baby, you won’t remember another man after me.”

you could tell he was getting annoyed at the thought of another man being mentioned so you try to test his anger.

“i don’t know, i’ve had some pretty good dick in my life.” yeonjun adds another digit, stretching you out more. “Y/N, i’m warning you.”

you smirk to yourself and look down at his fingers with a moan, “i had a man bend me over at the club tonight and he had such a big dick.” even though you were lying, and yeonjun knew, the thought still made him angry.

“you like being bent over huh?” he asks and slaps your clit hard, making you wince. yeonjun adds a fourth finger and you’ve never felt this good by a man. it made you feel guilty for judging him all these months of him yearning.

you knew you were about to cum so you lean up and swirl your tongue around his neck, tasting the blood with a moan.

“yeonjun i’m about to-“ before you could finish you push his hand away and you lift your hips upwards, squirting on the bathroom wall infront of the both of you.

he chuckles and kisses your neck while still rubbing your clit fast until you stop squirting. “not only has a man never made me cum before, one has definitely never made me squirt,” breathlessly, you sit up to turn around so you were facing him.

yeonjun smiles at the accomplishment and stretches his arm from the work he did. “i’m glad you were pleased baby.”

you pout and crawl ontop of him, “i want to do it again, i didn’t get to feel your cock.” his member twitched at your words and he hums, rubbing your ass in his hands. “do you want to ride me?”

you nod excitedly and stroke him slowly before lifting one of your legs so you could sit down on his cock easily.

yeonjun holds your hips steady and kisses your lips a few times when he feels the warmth of your pussy.

you were still sensitive from your last orgasm and the water pushing inside of you with every bounce on his dick, was making it feel better.

“you are so fucking hot.” yeonjun was already moaning at your movements and he tilts his head back so you had a clear vision of his adams apple. you lean in and give him a few hickeys on the spot while he plays with your nipples.

he had to hold his nut in when he sees your mouth open wide from pleasure and titties bouncing, “i’m not going to last long Y/N, you can make me cum just by smiling.”

you giggle and kiss his lips softly, “i want to feel your cum deep inside of me baby.” yeonjun began thrusting up into you fast at the name you called him and he grunts.

you lean down while still bouncing on his dick and swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. he grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head up to kiss your lips hard, making you moan.

“are you sure it’s okay to cum inside of you?”

you nod and kiss his lips again while his hand was still tangled in your hair. your pussy tightens around him and you cum around him with a loud squeal.

yeonjun couldn’t hold it in anymore, thrusting his cock hard in you again and shooting his load deep inside while kissing your lips rough.

you still bounce on him and stop when he starts shaking from sensitivity, “you have the best dick, i promise.” you giggle while you both catch your breath and yeonjun slaps your butt playfully, “i already knew you were going to be perfect.” he replies with a cheeky smile.

at this point, the blood was already washed off of the both of you so you get up and laugh when it was hard to stand due to your legs feeling like jello.

“i’ll help you.” yeonjun steadies you then stands as well, and grabs a towel on the rack next to him. he lifts you up in his arms and wraps the towel around your body, while he walks you to your bed.

he rests you down gently and kisses your lips, making your heartbeat fasten at his romantic gesture.

yeonjun slides on the shorts you let him wear and you point to the shirt, “can i wear that? i don’t feel like standing up to get mine.”

he shakes his head and walks to your dresser, “i don’t care if it’s taehyun’s, i don’t want you wearing another man’s clothes.” you giggle at his jealousy, and point again but to a long sleep shirt, “that one is fine.”

he grabs the shirt from the drawer and walks to your bed while you sit up, “thank you.” you slide it over your body and pat the bed next to you, “lay with me.”

yeonjun nods and lays down on your bed, giving you another kiss, “i hope this isn’t a one time thing.”

you shake your head and wrap a leg around his waist, then pull the blanket over your bodies. “definitely not, i want to keep you.”

he chuckles at your cuteness and one of his hands plays with your damp hair, while the other rubbed your leg that was ontop of him.

“i have a question, yeonjun.”

he hums tiredly and looks down at your side profile. “would you kill for me again?”

yeonjun kisses the top of your head and smiles, “without hesitation.”