#while it could still do much better in terms of everything

[wisps-writes-fic]

Ooo you're taking requests? I'd love a Pope x Reader/OC with a breeding kink. It's a little dark (but so is he lol) - but maybe with a dash of forced pregnancy/dub-con. He's poking holes in condoms and doing whatever he can to make it happen.

Hatosy: Why do we even like Pope?

Because it gives us fic material like this, Shawn.

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AN: I love you so much for this ask, Anon. Reveal yourself so I can give you a big smooch. If you keep an eye on my profile I'm going to post another drabble hopefully in the next couple of days to slightly twist away from the prompt. You have inspired me.

CW: Non-consensual somnophilia, stealthing, forced pregnancy

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She was the sweetest thing he’d laid eyes on. The one woman on the planet who could tempt and tease him. Drive him out of his mind with need. Andrew had fallen fast and fallen hard for Mara Thompson. She deserved better. Deserved so much better than he could be for her. But that wasn’t going to stop him from keeping her.

The thing was, above all else Andrew was driven by desire. He’d been raised not only to follow orders, but to take his due and then some, never asking forgiveness. What he wanted more than anything at this point in life was permanency. A life with his woman in every sense of the word. A family. 

Everything his bastard brother had and never once earned.

Mara, however, had grand plans. She was nearly a decade younger than him, free of the weight his past set upon his shoulders. Unburdened. Curious, if a bit introverted. She wanted experiences before settling down. Travel and culture and craft. All things he found charming and could humor, to an extent. But it didn’t change what he wanted—ached for when it came down to it.

He should have felt guilty, ignoring those wishes. Rushing the little life she wasn’t ready to commit to. But in the end, he still damaged each condom used. Still pushed into her bare on the nights she was drunk or bone tired and couldn’t stay conscious long enough to protest the lack of protection. Carved a place for himself, inch by inch, head reeling as she clenched around him in her sleep.

Some nights she would start to break through the fog of sleep or liquor. But it had yet to become a true problem when she was soothed with a touch of his hand and a few soft words. “Just me, baby. Need you to keep me warm awhile.” 

Back asleep by the time he started the slow rock of his hips. So sweet and trusting while he pushed into her, imagining how she’d look a few months down the road, belly starting to round. His spoiled girl would be pouting with each change in her body, begging his attention more with each trial of her term that passed.

Just the conjured image of having a son to build up or a daughter to give the world to was enough too have him spilling inside of her. And Andrew… well, he knew better than anyone how to cover up a scene.

Four months later she came to him, teary-eyed and holding a positive pregnancy test. “What do we do now? I’m not—”

“We’ll figure it out, Mara. You know I’ll always be here for you, right?” She nodded, curling into his lap. “We’ll figure it out.”

[directdogman]

Hi I just wanted to say that you have inspired me a lot.

I have always wanted to write stories for a while now, I have big dreams and I hope to one day accomplish them.

Dsaf originally inspired my first oc, which to be fair I did just steal from dsaf (don't worry they are different now) it also inspired my Phone headed sona.

Your games, dsaf and dialtown are an inspiration for me, and I also was wondering if you have any advice for someone trying to write a massive project.

Sorry if I bothered you with this, have a nice day or night dogman

Ayyy, glad to hear my writing's inspired you!

To be frank, I mightn't be the best person to take writing advice from. I'm still a student in the grand scheme of things and any lesson I teach you would likely make you more like me as a writer, when you should always wanna aim past me! You should never settle for being as good as me when you can be so much better!

The only surefire creative advice I can give that might be useful to you now, which I know works because every successful artist I know has learned it, is to start small. However small you're thinking of right now, half it. Then half it again. Then half it AGAIN, and so on. Your first project should, if anything, just be a single scene. I know that might seem small, but trust me, that's always how it starts. When you're confident you've gotten the scene where you need it, then you work up from there, a few scenes, to a few more scenes, to a small game. It's better too if you don't just keep adding to the same game and start over each time for a reason I'll elaborate on now.

If you try to make a single project that's as large as the ones that inspired you, you will have a truly frustrating time. Aside from the fact that it's very difficult to organize a large project before you learn the skills that you'll pick up gradually as you make smaller projects, you also improve a lot as you start out. It's very common, especially at the very beginning of your journey, to constantly revise and remake your work as you go because every now and then, you'll improve so much that everything at the beginning is noticeably worse than what comes after.

This happens to all developers, to be clear, even ones with years of experience under their belts. It's the reason Fez took years to get out, by the developer's own admission. If your project takes a few days or even a week to make, you only have a small length of time to get better and want to scrap everything. Getting something, anything out there, getting feedback, being able to reflect on a finished product is an essential part of your creative journey and I know many developers who are more talented than me who've never gotten that far due to their tendency to set targets for themselves that they can't hit yet.

This lesson took me a much longer time for me to learn than I'd like to admit. I have about 4 long-term projects that never saw the light of day that I worked on for most of my teenage years (which I could make now), but couldn't then. If I'd made smaller projects during that time and honed specific skills, I'd likely be even better than I am now!

You'll get there if you stick with it. Learning any creative skill from scratch is an incredibly frustrating and at times, completely disheartening process. You'd be surprised how many times I almost quit doing this. But, nothing good's ever truly easy. Start tiny, work your way up! Through self reflection, feedback, added experience, you'll figure out your own style, your own workflow. And then... I am TOAST. Best of luck!

[tamamita]

why is black and white praised a lot?

For a pokemon game, it was unique for having an elaborate story; it took the narrative seriously, challenged various ethical questions and introduced a handful of memorable and well-written characters, such as N. The game challenged the player's opinions on the ethics of pokemon and always hammered on the ideas of parallalism; black and white, future and past, people and pokémon, truth and ideals and etc. The games were so good, they received their own follow-up sequels in the form of BW2, which took the story to another level. Generations later, we haven't seen a pokemon game that took its narrative that seriously.

[superfluouskeys]

i'm wondering about making a rule that i can't check my e-mail while i'm still in bed...idk i feel like it's adding stress to my mornings even tho it's convenient a lot of the time.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Okay but I love the thought of Dick being the only Wayne kid that was never actually adopted. He was only ever a ward. As soon as he turned 18, Bruce technically had no further responsibility for him.

And perhaps that has always sort of fucked with Dick’s head. He always feels lesser than compared to the rest of his siblings. Half the time, he questions if he can even actually call them his siblings.

He and Bruce fought so much when he was a teenager, and Bruce never formally adopted him, and Dick had been living exclusively at Titans Tower for over a year by the time his 18th birthday rolled around, and the rest of the Fab Five may have had to make sure at least one of them was with him at all times for a few days around his birthday because he was so upset, because he was officially no longer Bruce’s problem, because Bruce didn’t even text him a happy birthday message, because he was mourning the loss of a second family and he had no idea what to do.

He and Bruce have since made up, and they’re on much better terms now, but the fact of the matter is that Dick is still technically not a Wayne.

And maybe none of his siblings even know about it until it’s brought up during an interview. Dick gets nervous, but no one can tell other than his siblings. He looks cool as a cucumber to the interviewer and the audience, but his siblings can all tell he’s upset. The interview ends soon after.

And now they’re all in the dining room at the manor, questioning Bruce, questioning Dick, asking them what the hell the interviewer meant by Dick not being adopted. And Bruce has to nervously admit to all his pissed off children that he never adopted Dick. That he and Dick had been on the outs when he was a teenager, and he turned 18 while living away from the manor, and he’d just never adopted him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t love Dick, because he absolutely does, and still thinks of Dick as his son, still loves him.

But that’s not good enough for the others. They refuse to let another interviewer upset their oldest brother like that again. They insist that Bruce needs to adopt Dick now. Immediately.

And now it’s Dick’s turn to get awkward, to get nervous. Because he insists it’s not necessary. He knows Bruce loves him. He doesn’t need to be adopted, he swears.

Turns out, it’s because someone already beat Bruce to adopting him.

“Deathstroke adopted you?” Tim shrieks.

“To be fair, I didn’t realize it was real until a few years ago!”

“What do you mean you didn’t realize it was real?” Jason questions.

“I thought we were just posing as father and son, I thought it was fake documentation!”

“When the hell did this happen?”

“When I was sixteen.”

“Dick,” Bruce says slowly, and Dick sinks in his seat a bit as he turns back to Bruce. “Why would you have thought Slade Wilson had fake adoption documentation for you when you were sixteen?”

Dick laughs nervously, his fingers tugging at the ends of his jacket sleeves.

“Funny story,” he says, his voice getting higher. “So he sort of kidnapped me and blackmailed me to be his apprentice for a while? When I was with the Titans?”

Bruce blinks at him, and all of his siblings are staring at him with open mouths.

“How long were you his apprentice?”

“Oh, you know,” Dick tries to laugh, waving a hand in the air to try to look nonchalant, “eight months or so? It’s such a fuzzy time, who could know for sure!”

“Eight months?” Bruce repeats slowly. “You were held captive by him for eight months, and you never told me?”

“You just said it yourself, we were on the outs!” Dick says quickly. “I didn’t wanna bug you!”

“Bug me?” Bruce looks like he’s about to start panicking. “You thought telling me you’d been kidnapped and blackmailed for nearly a year would bug me?”

“Well, you’d just replaced me,” he ignores the way Jason lets out a strangled sounding noise, “and by the time I got back you seemed so happy with your new kid and everything and I just didn’t wanna get in the way? Or like, bum you out?”

Dick’s own breaths are starting to come in too quickly, and he’s damn near hyperventilating, and he standing from his chair and making his way towards the door as if no one will notice if he moves slowly enough.

“Anyway, I was in a pretty bad place once the Titans got me back, and I probably would’ve been no fun to be around anyway. It’s all fine though! Everything’s fine! And Slade’s not even a total asshole anymore, he even actually checks in every so often. He’s a decent dad, all things considered. Speaking of which, look at the time, I think he wanted to get dinner with me and Joey and Grant, I better get going! Kay great talk good seeing you catch ya later!”

He bolts out of there so fast, Wally would be so proud. He didn’t mean to mention the dinner with the Wilsons he was headed to, but he was nervous, dammit, it just slipped out.

He’s a total wreck by the time he gets to Slade’s, and they all notice. When Dick tells them what happened, they all laugh at him.

Dick has really not had a very good day. It’s been a very bad day, actually. And now he’s stuck ignoring a million texts and calls from Bruce and his siblings.

He asks Slade if he can hide at his place for a few days. Slade easily agrees.

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐄

w.c › 6k

warnings › face claims. Part 3. Bottom male reader. Brief use of the word “pussy”

plot › you start to date Mingi, learning how much he has wanted you for years while reevaluating your relationship with Yohan

kinks › feminization, friction play, size differences, Noona kink, calls reader “girl”, praise kink

Words to know › maknae (막내) — youngest. Hyung (형) — a term a younger male will call an older male. Jagiya/Jagi (자기야) — “sweetie/baby.” Noona (누나) — a term a younger male will call an older female.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

Four years ago

“I heard you.”

Yohan glanced over at you, staring at your back. It was the day of the group’s first performance. The other members were to the other side of the dressing room, doing vocal exercises. You were fixing your tie. Everyone was dressed in school uniforms.

“Heard what?” Yohan asked, tilting his head. He never talked to you unless necessary. While every other member seemed to just fall at your feet—he wanted nothing to do with you.

It took a minute before you turned and looked at him. His eyes widen at the sight. You were on the verge of tears but somehow you were able to glare at him.

You walked over to him, “I heard you say that I must’ve slept with the CEO to get my position in the group.” Your voice was quiet. “I heard you say that Minnie probably hates me because I ‘replaced’ him.”

“Minnie?” Yohan whispered, raising an eyebrow.

“Let me tell you something, Park Yohan.” You leaned over, your breath brushing against his ear. “You don’t have to like me but I won’t take disrespect and I won’t let you tear this group down because you’re upset I’m a better leader than you.

“Besides, a real leader wouldn’t let his feelings get in the way of the group’s performance.” With that, you pulled away, not even sparing him another glance. You moved to where Gaeul was standing and motioned for her to help you fix your tie.

Yohan just stood there, staring at you in shock.

What the fuck?

He couldn’t even think about anything else—mainly on just what else could you have possibly heard.

But he didn’t get to think for long when it was Miracle’s time to perform. The group got on stage and Yohan felt weirdly uncomfortable. Almost all of the members looked at you for guidance—they didn’t even spare him a glance.

As each member got into position, Yohan glanced over at you. Your eyes were soft and resembled a doe. He took note that you didn’t even pay any attention to the people in the crowd but the members, giving each of them a wide smile.

You glanced at him and immediately your softness was gone. You simply nodded at him and fixed your head mic, making sure it was straight.

The metronome in the earpiece ticked before the song burst into the quiet scene. Everything was going well for the most part. While the crowd wasn’t too excited as it was the debut stage—a few people were getting interested.

Every members mic was on but you were certainly the highlight, managing to sing non stop, even singing your ad-libs.

As Yohan moved about stage, he heard the sound of fabric tearing. He didn’t even need to touch his legs to know his pants had ripped. Fucking cheap stakes! The pants were already tight on him, of course they ripped.

He continued dancing while subtly checking where the damage was done. His inner thigh… which was fine until he could tell it spread to the area of his crotch.

For fuck sakes. Yohan debated running off stage so he didn’t flash the audience as he got in a still position during your final chorus. As he mentally cursed himself while thinking of ways to subtly run back stage, you began tugging off your blazer.

You did it subtly enough that it looked as if it was apart of the performance. You didn’t even skip a second as you wrapped your blazer around Yohan’s waist, covering the growing split.

Yohan felt himself stiffen as you rest your head on his shoulder, finishing your line before Kihyun took over for the high note. This part of the song had all of the members frozen beside Kihyun.

Yohan tried to calm himself down as you stayed pressed against him, sacrificing your original position of standing beside him. He didn’t even know how you noticed his pants ripped. Everyone was so focused on completing the performance without a problem.

The rest of the song went fine, ending with each member’s picked out ending fairy. Yohan couldn’t even care too much, way too happy about not flashing anyone. He’d have to complain to the stylist today.

As the crowd clapped, the members released their pose and began to bow, thanking the audience. Yohan was about to say something when the sound of a whimper caught his attention.

He looked to his right to see you bawling…?

You took off your microphone as you covered your mouth to muffle your cries. Hyojin was almost immediately by your side, rubbing your back in comforting circles.

It didn’t take long for Doha to join, patting your head. Kihyun took a moment before coming over. Mingi looked nervous as he covered your body from the crowd’s face, almost like a way of giving you modesty.

Yohan just stared….

His group were comforting you as if they knew you for years now.

What the fuck?

After the group helped you walk off stage and everyone got changed into their regular clothing, Yohan was ready to just go home. He just hated that would still have to see you.

Everyone lived in a shared apartment, two boys in one room each. They had only moved in a few days ago and he was unlucky enough to room with you.

When they reached the apartments, Yohan was confused to see Kihyun taking some boxes away from his room. He walked in to see you on your side of the room, rubbing at your face. You glanced up when you heard him and frowned.

“Park Yohan-Ssi.” You said, he didn’t know how to feel with how respectful you were speaking to him—as if he was a coworker. “I’m switching rooms with Dodo—Doha. It… makes sense.”

“Makes sense?” Yohan asked, tilting his head. “What do you mean?”

You almost looked nervous before shaking your head. “A..anyway, I wanted to apologize… it was rude of me to say such things to you today right before a performance. I made you perform terribly.”

Yohan could only stare at you.

This…

How can someone be this….

He didn’t understand.

“I’ll go now…” you whispered, leaving the room quickly. Yohan didn’t even flinch.

Even if you had just apologized…

You weren’t wrong.

He was fucking up the group’s dynamic.

And it was all because he fucking hated you.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

After the 24 hrs performance, you had gained a wider audience than before. Gaeul had mentioned that there was a growth in female fans for you and she was certainly right. It was nice to see some fans that weren’t just thirsting over you but this somehow pushed you into more of the NSFW sphere of Miras.

You had went back to visit Hanniesmira only to see that she had started talking about you more. She had recently reposted another post of you.

The most repost was of a short clip of you at the amusement park. You were showing off the makeup the lady had done.

→ I wasn’t familiar with your game, bottom (Name) enthusiasts…

This account was of what looked to be a Kihyun biased Mira. You didn’t know to feel about there being ‘bottom enthusiasts’ but it was nice to see people appreciating your looks. Lots of comments even just innocently saying that you look great feminine.

You scrolled through some other posts when you came across a video from your debut. It was of the group at a variety show and you were standing together as the host was talking about something.

→ ??? I’ve never seen (Name) act like this before??

You didn’t understand what the Mira could’ve meant when you clicked on the video. It started off small as nothing out of the ordinary happened, just you fixing your position to stand straight. But then the clip replayed, with it zoomed in to your shoulder as you stood beside Yohan. The footage was slowed to show how when Yohan brushed up against you, you practically froze and immediately moved away.

@hanniesmira

↳ you didn’t know? Are you a new Mira?

@dohasflatass

↳ man, it was a whole thing! Yhn and (Name) didn’t interact with each other at all for the first six months

@hanniesmira

↳ six months? Naaaah, they didn’t get close until the group’s second year ㅋㅋㅋ

@hyoojinie

↳ dark times… now Yhn can’t leave (Name) alone ㅎㅎ I wonder why they hated each other so much

Before you could read anymore, Mingi came into your room. You shut off your phone and placed it down. You’d knew that it wasn’t exactly a secret for the fan base that you and Yohan weren’t chummy until the group’s second year.

You had honestly believed you’d never get close to him at all. But after your family emergency back then—Yohan practically changed.

Deep down, you constantly wondered if he would’ve still hated you if you didn’t go through that whole accident. You were deep in thought as you stood up and got into the motion to get ready for a shower.

Mingi being in the room didn’t even register until he suddenly spoke.

“Why can’t I tell anyone?”

You frowned, glancing over at Mingi who was now lying down on your bed. He was watching you get undressed. Even though you always tell him to look away—he doesn’t exactly listen to you anymore.

It had literally only been two days and Mingi acts as if he is your husband.

“It’s not smart. Hannie obviously can’t hear about it right now and it’s not fair to tell everyone but him.” You said, tugging off your boxers. “Just wait until after our album promotion… we’ll get a six month break so hopefully that’ll be a great time for Hannie to handle the news—if he really does like me.”

Mingi sighed. “You’re so naive, Hyung… you’d think you’re the youngest.”

You glared at him. “Just because I’m your boyfriend doesn’t mean you can speak so lax with me.”

“Why not?” Mingi smirked, his eyes glancing down at your bare lower half as you tugged off your shirt. “You’re lucky I haven’t showed you just how little honorifics mean to me. I’d like it if you’d call me Hyung in bed.”

“Mingi!” You whispered, eyes widen as you stared at him in shock. He was kinkier in ways you didn’t think was possible. But then again, you were a virgin… maybe this wasn’t that strange to be average adult.

“Can I take a shower with you?”

“Absolutely not.” You stormed off to the bathroom.

After showering, you came back to see Mingi was still on your bed. He turned his phone off immediately and gave you a grin. You only rolled your eyes, pulling out some pajamas.

You draped the towel on your shoulders as you pulled up your boxers. “Ah, I wanted to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I found a fan account of mines… Itsokokok. It’s so nice to see that I do have a fan account.” You said, glancing over at Mingi. He looked weirdly happy, a wide grin on his lips.

“Really? Of course you’d have a fan account.”

You smiled. “I guess. But, I think I know who runs the account.”

Mingi immediately sat up. “Wha—Ho—Who??”

You turned to fully face him, “Well I always knew the owner was a guy but it was weird how he talks about me. It’s like he knows me so well… but he hardly even responds to comments.” You smiled, walking over to Mingi.

He stared up at you, his eyes wide. You didn’t understand why he looked a bit nervous as you leaned down and kissed his nose.

“Who do you… think it is?” He asked.

“Kim Pilseung.”

Mingi blinked before raising an eyebrow, “who?”

“Kim Pilseung! The guy I signed the album for, I even gave him my number—”

“—excuse me?” Mingi stood up at that confession but you carried on, slipping on your shirt.

“But he hasn’t called me yet. Maybe he’s just shy.” You slipped on your shirt. “But it makes sense! He’s been around for a while—he’d know where to find pre debut videos of my past performances.”

“I’m still confused on why you gave a stranger your phone number.”

“I have two phones.” You said. “A work phone and a personal phone. I just gave him my work phone number.”

Mingi frowned. “What phone number do I have?”

“Work phone. Only my relatives have my personal phone number, I hardly use it because I don’t want a sasaeng to get the number.” You walked over to your night stand and opened the drawer, pulling out a phone that looked considerably older. “My personal! I’ve had it since I was in high school.”

You tossed it back inside, “it’s not like I use it often. It’s quite old, I need to buy a new one.”

Mingi only shook his head. “Anyway, I just want to know who the fuck Kim Pilseung even is. What the hell was he talking about when he mentioned a performance you did with someone else.”

“Don’t speak to me like that.” You said, sending him a swift glare. Mingi quickly straightened his posture as he apologized. “Good. Ah but Seungie was talking about the duo I was apart of. It was me and an old classmate of mines.”

“Seungie?” Mingi asked. “Wait, you were in a duo with a classmate?”

“Yea, cute right?” You giggled. “Mhm. My classmate and I performed together until he debuted in his company. We couldn’t perform together anymore after that. I almost gave up when that happened.”

You grabbed your (work) phone and pulled up your mother’s Instagram. It took a minute as you scrolled through the numerous photos she posted about you until you got to the first ever video she took.

It was another angle of the A.D.T.O.Y. Performance you did back in high school. This angle showed that you weren’t alone on stage but there was another boy beside you.

The caption was a bit crazy, but your mother was just an eccentric woman.

→ my baby performing!!! The voice of an angel, got it from me of course ㅋㅋㅋㅋ edit: Stop messaging me that song is inappropriate, he’s fully clothed!!! And yes, I know His friend is there too… I guess he sounds good too

“His name is Hong Garam.”

“He shares the same last name as you?”

You giggled, “yeah! That’s how we first started talking. Cute right?”

“We find different things cute.” Mingi rolled his eyes. “I’ve never heard of him, I guess he didn’t make it in the business.”

“You’re so childish. He has a stage name. He even—”

“Okay, okay, I care more about this Kim Pilseung. You think he’s the owner of your fan account, why do you care?”

“I want to thank him… is that weird?”

“No… I guess not, but honestly—you don’t need to.”

You frowned, “why not?”

Mingi sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want to talk about another man right now, I was planning on having fun tonight.”

“Fun?”

“Never mind. I wanna sleep, lay down.” He didn’t even wait for you to respond as he pulled you to lay down on the bed. You didn’t even fight it, allowing him to manhandle you into his arms as he cuddled you.

“Minnie… I need to turn off the lights.”

“No.”

As he easily fell asleep, you couldn’t help but think back to the day everything changed between you and Yohan.

Two years ago

You were standing by the bridge, glancing up the moon. It was cool, the April weather finally starting warm up as May was approaching. You had to miss the group’s trip to the amusement park due to a family emergency and you were trying hard to not think about it.

It was silly. It was just an amusement park anyway…

Your gaze was on the water beneath the bride as you stood up on your tippy toes to get a better look.

It was almost calming when you were suddenly tackled to the ground. A loud scream left your throat as you immediately tried to fight against your assailant when you came face to face with… Yohan?

You stared up at him with wide eyes before a frown pulled on your lips. “Yohan-Ssi, what are—?”

“—are you crazy?!”

You blinked. “Crazy?”

Yohan glared down at you as he gripped your wrists. “Were you seriously about to jump? I know everything seems terrible right now but you can’t.. you can’t just leave the others… they’d be crushed.”

“But I wasn’t—”

“—even I’d… I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.” His voice had gone soft, his grip loosening. “They can’t.. no, we can’t go on without you. I know I’m such a dick and nothing I say can change that but please… let me make it up to you, no matter how many years it takes. Don’t leave us, Hong (Name)… we can be your new family—especially after losing—”

“—Park Yohan, my family didn’t die.” You said, interrupting him.

“Huh?” Yohan opened his eyes, they were surprisingly wet with tears. “But the nurse said they died at the scene…?”

“The car accident wasn’t anything serious.” You shook your head. “I had to come for my mom so they can patch a cut she has on her forehead. Only the car got damaged.” You frowned. “The nurse must’ve gotten me mixed up with someone else.”

“So… your mom and brother didn’t die in a car crush?”

“No. I don’t even have a brother.” You stared at him up, tilting your head. “Besides… there’s a net attached to the bridge, it’d catch me if I really did want to jump.”

Yohan simply blinked. “So… so I…”

“You cared enough to run after me?” You whispered, a slight grin on your lips. “Y’know, this wouldn’t have happened if you visited when the other members came.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” You laughed. “So, is that it? Will you start ignoring me now?”

Yohan got off of you, staring down at you. He glanced over the bridge—possibly checking to see if you weren’t lying before shaking his head.

“No. I guess I just needed a push to be honest. I meant every word.”

It was your turn to stare at him in shock. Your lips parted as you tried to speak but only a gasp left you.

It was from that moment, that Park Yohan had realized how bad he—no, the group—needed you.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Kim Pilseung still hadn’t called you—you were beginning to think maybe he didn’t want to. But then again, he was shy when speaking to you. Perhaps he was just nervous.

You were in the dance studio with the other members after a long day of practicing. Mingi and Yohan looked to be acting normal so you were semi happy. Though there would be instances of Mingi would purposely touch your waist in ways he’d never done before.

Luckily Yohan didn’t seem to be taking the bait, yet…

“You keep staring at your phone,” Kihyun suddenly said, wiping at the sweat on his neck. “Waiting for someone? Maybe that guy you visited all the time?”

Mingi immediately sat up from the floor, staring straight at you. “What guy? When was this?”

“When Hyung, Hyojin and I shared an apartment together,” Kihyun said, unknowing to the inner turmoil he was sending Mingi into. “Hyung would leave at 10:00 pm sharp and come back with this guy. The guy was always overly dressed—hat and face mask. He wouldn’t even speak, just dropped off a sleepy Hyung before leaving like the flash.”

Hyojin hummed. “I thought he was drugging Hyung but it seems Hyung just has a natural clock.”

You frowned, “that’s a bit embarrassing.” By natural clock, it simply meant your body automatically shut down by midnight. No matter how hard you tried—you would practically drop like a rock into slumber. You only managed to stay up to 12:30 am, once. Back in middle school no less.

“Who was he anyway? You stopped meeting with him right before we moved into double apartments?” Kihyun asked.

“Ah. Hong Garam.” Only Mingi seemed bothered by this while the other members only stared at you in confusion.

“Who the fuck is that?” Doha asked.

“Hyung’s old classmate,” Mingi answered, his face tense as his jaw tightened. Shit, you’d have explaining to do later.

“He’s also Hong Hwan.”

That seemed to cause Hyojin to sit up. “Hong Hwan?!”

Even Kihyun seemed shocked. “Hong Hwan?! I’ve met Hong Hwan and I didn’t even know!” He cursed to himself, shaking his head.

Mingi groaned, “who is that?!”

“Hong Hwan,” Doha answered. “A popular actor. Well he used to be an idol but he’s basically more of an actor nowadays. His group disbanded but he has solo songs.”

“Do you guys still talk?” Mingi asked. “You haven’t been leaving the dorm.”

You nodded. “He’s busy with promotions for his latest drama. I can let you guys meet him when he’s free.”

“I’d love that, Hyung!” Kihyun immediately said, a grin on his lips.

The other members chimed in agreement while Mingi only huffed, shaking his head. You sighed. After a few minutes of brief conversation, Gaeul walked into the studio with a grin on her face.

“Hey, Hey~! So tomorrow you guys will record content but it’ll be different from normal!” She said, giggling in excitement. “It’ll be a roleplay—like a family type thing. There’ll be two parents, three kids and the other is one of the character’s boyfriend.”

“Like a drama?” Doha asked.

“Yes yes. The whole plot is that the parents and younger brothers don’t approve of their eldest daughter’s boyfriend because he looks like a gang member.”

“Daughter? So one of us has to play a girl?” You asked.

“Technically two girls, as there’s a mom. Anyway, we allowed Miras to pick all of your roles! We did a poll on Twitter. So first, the boyfriend will be played by Mingi!”

Mingi perked up at that, “really?”

“Yeah, yeah. Ah, the younger brothers will be played by Yohan and Doha. You can pretend to be any age you want.” She scrolled on her phone as she hummed slightly. “And now for the daughter, Hyojin will be the daughter—is that okay, Hyojin-Ah?”

Hyojin hummed. “I’m fine with it.”

“Great. That leaves (Name) and Kihyun.”

You kinda mentally prepared to be the dad—it was obvious. Miras constantly called you Miracle’s dad! But you never thought they’d vote Kihyun as the mom—he wasn’t the type. Honestly you were shocked Doha wasn’t the boyfriend as his whole assigned persona was a bad boy.

Maybe Miras wanted a little change as well.

“Kihyun was voted as the dad and (Name) as the mom! The van will pick you guys up at noon tomorrow, be ready! I’ll see you guys later.” With that, she left.

You blinked. That was a surprise.

But a welcomed one at that.

The group all went home after that. You expected Mingi to immediately start questioning you about Hwan but he seemed to have forgotten all about it. He only sprawled out on the couch and began watching a random Thai drama. You gave him a quick kiss good night before leaving to your bedroom.

You pulled out your phone and began checking Twitter again, wanting to see the polls. It wasn’t anything too crazy—no one seemed mad at the results. In fact a lot of Miras were excited to see Mingi as a ‘bad boy.’

A few giddy to see Hyojin as a girl.

As you scrolled you came across an older video—it looked to be from the group’s second year. The groups first ever festival performance. You remembered it was for a college festival.

The video looked to be off the ending. Each member was walking to their ending position. The song playing was ‘Sweet Dreams’ so each member got down to the ground and laid their head on the other’s shoulder, pretending to fall asleep.

After the final verse, each member began to ‘wake up’ as they waved at the fans. But when it reached Kihyun, second to last, he didn’t get to get up because your head was still resting on his shoulder. He reached over to tap your shoulder only to find out you were fast asleep.

He immediately began laughing and comfortingly patted your head as the other members turned around to see what was wrong.

You vaguely remembered why you had fallen asleep—it was midnight by the time the performance was over. It was a miracle you even managed to finish the performance when you remembered being sleepy the entire time.

A dip in your bed caught your attention as Mingi appeared beside you. He looked tired as he laid down, patting the spot beside him. You only rolled your eyes but laid down, immediately cuddling up in his arms.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“I think I make a pretty girl.”

You glanced over to see Hyojin already fully dressed in his girl costume. Because his hair was already a bit long, the hair stylist only added extensions to make them reach his shoulders. His outfit wasn’t too feminine by all means. A pink t-shirt and shorts.

He had on light makeup—one a teen girl would normally wear. You gave him grin.

“Cute~ My daughter is cute.” You teased, giggling as Hyojin rolled his eyes. The others were already done for the most part, waiting out in the living room. Filming was taking place in a random house the company rented out.

You were almost finished—the hairstylist simply fixing your wig. Dressed in a more feminine outfit—you wore a fluffy white sweater with a black pants that disguised itself as a flowing skirt.

The wig the hairstylist was putting on you was black that reached your back. It looked cheap but with the curls the stylist put it made it have more volume. Your makeup was minimal and hardly noticeable.

Hyojin hummed, joining you by the makeup stand. “You look like you could be someone’s mom.” He said, laughing when you glared at him through the mirror.

The both of you join the others where a staff member is clipping their mics to their clothing. Yohan was dressed in a soccer uniform while Doha still had on a school uniform with fake glasses.

Kihyun was dressed exactly like a dad. Rectangular glasses sat on the bridge of his nose while his hair was swiped back with gel. He’s dressed in a polo shirt and black slacks.

But they didn’t matter too much to you—your members always looked good. No, who caught your eye was, of course, Choi Mingi.

His blonde hair was shaggy and purposefully messy, a bit of dark eyeliner that sharpened his fox like eyes. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. He was fixing his clip on mic when he gazed over at you.

You watched as his eyes slowly widen with recognition as he took you in. You felt your cheeks burn as you wanted to look away but kept staring back at him. Did he think you looked good? Hopefully you looked good.

Filming started shortly after Gaeul reminded every one of the plot—you were all free to improvise basically everything. You sat down on the couch near Kihyun, leaning against his shoulder. His arm slid underneath your back as his hand let itself rest at the slight curve of your waist.

Even if you didn’t view Kihyun romantically, you couldn’t help but blush a little.

The little roleplay went fine for the most part, you acted like the ‘mediating mother’ who didn’t necessarily hate the boyfriend while the father and brothers hated him.

It was fun for the most part. Though throughout the roleplay, you could notice a strange tension rising between Yohan and Mingi. You began to watch them nervously as they faked argued. It was started to feel a bit too real with the words they were using.

“And how can you even be good for her—?” Yohan started.

“—Hey, Hey, you act like I’m ten!” Hyojin interrupted.

“Yeah, you’re so controlling,” Mingi chuckled. “What makes you the one who gets to choose for her?”

“Because—!”

“—this so annoying, she’s not worth this hassle. what if I take your mom instead will you still be this angry? She’s hotter anyway.”

Everyone blinked as they stared at Mingi. It took a second before Kihyun realized he should act as he immediately stood up and began spouting some nonsense while you could only stare. You felt hot as you couldn’t even come up with a line but only bury your face in your sweater.

You’d kill him later.

Shooting ended not even twenty minutes later. None of the staff seemed to be mentioning the whole ‘she’s hotter’ sentence. You wondered if they would just edit that out as you handed over the mic to a staff member. Each member looked ready to go home and eat—you included.

You need to take your wig off however so you began walking to the hairstylist when a hand grabbed your sweater and tugged you away. You didn’t even get a chance to scream before you were slammed into a storage closet.

It didn’t take a genius to know who had dragged you here.

“Mingi—can you be a bit gentler next time?” You whispered, sighing softly.

“Sorry, sorry.” Mingi gave you a cheeky grin before slowly guiding you rest your back against the wall. “But you look too good right now… I want to kiss you.”

You blushed slightly. “You look good too.” You shyly whispered, glancing up at him. Your hands slowly reached up and rest on his shoulders, gripping at his jacket before pulling him further down. Mingi didn’t need to be told twice as he eagerly kissed you, his hands grasping your waist.

The kiss was intense, Mingi kissing you like he wanted to eat you. His fingers dug into the waistband of your pants before managing to tug them down. They pooled around your feet as your eyes widen in shock. You pulled away from the kiss and stared up at him in shock.

“In.. in here?!” You whisper-yelled.

Mingi hummed, undeterred as he began pressing light kisses on your neck. “Just this once. I won’t ask for something like this again. Please, Noona?”

Your body shivered at the title, a strangled gasp leaving your throat as he teased the tip of your cock. Wait when did he pull down your underwear? Any part of you that didn’t want to do this was pushed down at the immediate pleasure of him teasing your cock.

No way you can wait until you get home now.

“Okay… just this once.” You whispered.

Mingi immediately began unbuckling his jeans with speed you thought was impossible. He still kissed and nipped at your neck—still careful to not leave any marks. You bit your bottom lip to muffle any moans as he gripped your thighs, lifting you up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, nervous for how this would work. Wasn’t he supposed to prep you? But he was quite big, how long was he supposed to prep you for?

As you tried to calm yourself down, you felt his cock rub against yours. He had pulled up your sweater to show off your stomach. You shuddered and glanced down to see him line his cock right on top of yours.

“What’s this..?” You whispered, gasping as he began to slowly rub against you. “I thought you… were gonna put it in.”

“In here?” He asked, an incredulous expression on his face. “No way, not for your first time. We can get off like this. Just let me lead, Noona.” You blushed again as you meekly nodded.

His hands slid up to your waist as he pressed his body fully against yours. Your cock was now firmly against his—unable to slip away. Mingi pressed a soft kiss on your collarbone before pulling away just a bit to see your face.

“I’ll make it quick… so they don’t get suspicious.” He said, though you could tell that he would’ve dragged this out if there wasn’t the threat of getting caught. “Don’t make a sound, I don’t want anyone hearing you.”

It was slow at first. His hips bucked forward as your toes curled, his thicker cock dwarfed yours as they rubbed together. It burned a bit as there was no lube to make the friction smoother. Mingi seemed to notice this as he spit into his hand and rubbed it against both cocks. You tried not to be grossed out.

Sex was messy anyway.

He started out slow before speeding up. You almost wished he actually fucked you. This must’ve been how he usually fucks anyway. The tight grip on your waist as he slammed forward, your body shaking from the force.

The pre-cum leaking from your cock began to coat both cocks, allowing for an easier friction. Your voice was beginning to get louder as you buried your face into his neck, clawing at the jacket for some type of purchase.

“I bet you’re tight… so tight, Noona. Next time, I wanna fuck your pussy, can I? Can I, Noona?” He whispered, into your ear, chuckling when you only answered with a high pitched moan. “Do you like that? Calling your hole a pussy?”

His hips suddenly stilled as you cried in disappointment. “C’mon, Noona. I’m doing all the work… you can answer my question. Do you like it?”

You whined before nodding your head.

“Ah, ah, use your words. You’re an adult.”

“So mean…”

“What was that, Noona? You want me to stop?”

“No, no! I…” you whined, your cock aching for release. “I like it.. please I wanna cum.”

“See~” he cooed, “that wasn’t too hard. You’re such a good girl, Noona.”

His nails dig into your skin as he slammed his hips up, your cocks rubbing together once more. Your moans immediately leave you as you feel yourself reach your peak. You cum not soon after, Mingi’s name leaving your lips in a pathetic whimper.

Mingi follows right after, biting down on your bare shoulder. Luckily the cum didn’t reach the sweater. It coated both of your stomachs as he loosened his grip on you. You both breathed heavily as he glanced over at you.

“You really are hotter.” He said, a slight smirk on his lips.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

After that whole storage closet incident, you and Mingi have finally felt a bit more comfortable sex wise. In short, you guys were humping each other practically every night. Which led tonight: you were sitting on his lap, wearing only your boxers with a t-shirt.

You had been watching him gaming when he suddenly asked for a reward for beating his high score. You refused at first since you had wanted to go to bed an hour ago but he had begged you to watch him play.

It only took one puppy dog pout before you conceded and allowed him to choose a reward.

Of course the reward was you grinding on top of him. Your ass was directly over his dick. You could tell he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath his sweatpants. It began to harden beneath your ass as you slowly grind on top of him.

“You’re so sexy, Hyung. I’m not sure if I can take this anymore,” Mingi groaned, reaching over to grasp your waist. You shivered.

“You.. don’t have to… I’m ready.”

Mingi blinked. “Really..? I can..?”

Your hips stopped as you blushed slightly, nodding your head. “Yeah… humping each other is fun but I wanna feel you.. i..inside me.” You thought you’d die of embarrassment.

But that almost seemed to send Mingi over the edge as he immediately flipped your positions to where you were laying on the couch. You stared up at him shock as he pulled down your boxers, your cock flopping free.

You couldn’t help but feel excited at how eager he was. You shyly opened your legs wider so Mingi could have easy access. Just as he was about to kiss your stomach, your phone began ringing.

You immediately shot up, ignoring Mingi’s whines as you reached for your phone. People hardly called you so you always immediately checked. It took a second for the name to fully register but when it did, a grin pulled on your lips.

홍가람

Hong Garam.

Three years ago

Mingi was a bit camera shy when it came to variety shows. He hardly looked into the camera as he just let the other members talk until he was called upon. Because of that, his gaze was focused on the members—mainly you, really.

So he noticed how you practically froze up when Yohan accidentally brushed against you. He’d never seen you react like that before. If he wasn’t on camera he would’ve said something but he decided to do something less disruptive.

Because everyone was standing in a huddle than a line, it was easy for him to slip between Kihyun and Doha to get to you. He stopped though—wanting to make it seem like he was just shifting around. After a minute or so, he moved again, gently pushing you further to the right so he could fit between you and Yohan.

Yohan didn’t seem to notice at all while you glanced over at Mingi, a confused look on your face. But Mingi didn’t look at you, knowing that if he did he would’ve fold immediately. He just stared at the host—pretending he was paying attention the entire time.

If he did glance over at you, he would’ve noticed the slight blush on your cheeks as you smiled to yourself.

The whole idea for a family drama thing was definitely from SKZ lmao. Leading heavily into feminization but Mingi has multiple kinks, just wait and see

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[maskedbyghost]

part 3 of Simon marrying another woman. tw: violence, mental health struggles, torture, mentions of death.

Your breath caught in your throat. Time seemed to slow as Simon raised the gun to his head, his hands steady on the trigger.

But your voice cut through the silence, even though it felt like you couldn’t move at all.

"Do it, then. If that’s really who you are."

His hand froze, the gun still on his temple.

His eyes snapped to yours filled with confusion. It seemed like you weren’t good at this.

You moved a bit forward, eyes locked on his. "But don’t pretend this is strength. Don’t act like this is the man who’s led us through hell and back. The man who doesn’t quit."

His grip tightened for a second, then stopped.

But you didn’t stop. "You think this is how it ends? You, sitting here while everything burns down around you? That’s not you, Simon. You fight. You endure. That’s who you are."

He still kept looking at you.

Another inch closer. "So go ahead. Pull the trigger. But if you do, you’re not the man I thought you were. Not the man who kept us alive when it mattered."

The gun trembled in his hand, lowering just a fraction.

Your voice was low that Price, who was still standing behind the two of you, barely even heard. "Or you can drop it. Stand up. And prove me right."

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Then, the gun slipped from his grasp, landing with a thud on the floor.

Simon slumped back against the wall and you felt like you could finally breath again.  

You didn’t move closer. You didn’t offer comfort.

You just stared him down.

And that was enough. For now, at least.

A few days since that night things were quieter, but you could still feel the tension deep iside you. Simon had begged Price and you not to tell anyone what had happened—what he'd almost done. You still remember the panic in his eyes as he requested you both keep it between the three of you. Price had agreed, but only if Simon promised to see a psychologist.

The terms were set. Simon would keep up with the therapy, or he would retire early. But Simon didn’t resist; he knew it was his only chance to avoid the fallout, to start dealing with everything.

You hadn’t tried to talk to him much since that day. You gave him space. You knew it wasn’t your place anymore—not after everything. There were moments when you’d catch him in passing, but your gaze would quickly drop to the floor, avoiding the awkwardness that had settled between you both. He didn’t reach out either, not that you expected him to. Simon was good at keeping everything locked away, just like he had always done.

You saw him during briefings, his eyes weren’t the same anymore—not the man you once knew. But that was something he had to face on his own. You weren’t going to intrude. You couldn't.

And the thing that hurt the most? He still didn’t talk about her. You knew she wasn’t in the picture anymore, but he never said a word about their relationship, not to you or anyone else. He’d simply let it go, as if she had never been part of his life.

As if she didn’t ruin everything.

You didn’t ask. You couldn’t. Maybe it was better that way—both of you pretending like that chapter never existed. But, deep down, you knew better. You knew Simon had his reasons, and you didn’t need to hear them.

You didn’t expect anything from Simon anymore. You’d let go of that hope months ago. But you knew the team was watching, concerned. Soap had asked you about it a few times, always in his own way. He never pushed, but you could tell he saw what was happening, saw how it affected you. But none of them pushed. None of them knew what to say.

So you stayed back, kept your distance. If Simon wanted to get better, if he wanted to talk, you’d be there. But for now, you had to let him find his own way.

A few days later as you walked into your room, you tossed your gear aside and slumped into the chair at your desk. But something caught your eye, a small folded piece of paper sitting on your desk.

A letter.

With a deep breath, you picked it up, your fingers trembling as you unfolded it. The handwriting was unmistakable, Simon’s familiar handwriting filled the whole page. You felt a pang in your chest before you even read the first word, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“I don’t know how to do this love, but I need to tell you. The therapist says I should, and I think I have to. You deserve to know the truth

It’s not easy to admit this, but I’ve been living a lie. She lied to me, twisted everything in my head, and I let her. She fed me so many things—things about you, about us, about my life—that I didn’t even know what was real anymore. I don’t know how to explain it, but I believed her. I believed everything she said. She was my childhood friend after all. I thought I was doing the right thing when I left you, when I walked away. Oh, what a fool I was.

The night I left... that fucking picture. She showed it to me. It looked real—too real. You and him. Another soldier from the squad. She said it was proof. Proof that you were with someone else, that I wasn’t the one for you. She made it seem like it was your betrayal. I was hurt, so damn hurt, and I couldn’t think clearly. I didn’t want to believe it, but I did. She had everything lined up, a story that made sense.

And then I left. I told myself I was doing the right thing. I thought I had to walk away, that maybe it was for the best. She was there for me. She comforted me, and I was angry, so angry. I didn’t want to be angry with you, but I couldn’t help it. I thought you’d done something you clearly hadn’t. And I couldn’t even tell you the reason. What a fucking idiot.

And then she kissed me. She kissed me first, and I didn’t stop her because I thought it was a way to move on. Maybe it was the only way to forget, to forget you and the happiest period of my life. And when she started saying we were dating, I let it happen. I thought maybe this was the right choice. Maybe she was the one I was supposed to be with.

Then came marriage. She kept talking about it, about us being a family. And for a while, I didn’t know what to think. I thought I should just go with it, that it was the only way to keep going forward. But I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with her. I told myself I needed time, maybe because she wasn’t you. It was never the same. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t do it.

She understood at first. But then one night, she started giving me alcohol, glass after glass, trying to push me into something I wasn’t ready for. She thought if I was drunk enough, maybe I’d forget you. Maybe I’d forget all of it. We kissed that night, and in the middle of it, I said your name. Your name. I couldn’t stop myself. And that’s when the fights started. That’s when everything I’d been avoiding came crashing down.

Then, that day when Price found me in my office, someone came to me. Someone from the team. I never thought they would be the one to speak up, but they did. They told me the truth. About her. About that picture. It wasn’t real. She had it photoshopped. She hired him and made it look like you and that soldier were sleeping together.

And when she asked for more proof, she wanted him to photoshop something with you and Soap. She thought if I saw that, I’d really walk away from everything, from the team, from you. She wanted to tear us apart, and I couldn’t see it.

And then he told me the that she had been cheating on me. She had been with him the whole time, and she’d used the pictures to manipulate me. She wanted me gone from the team. She wanted me out of your life. And I lost it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her to pack her bags and leave. I told her it was over.

I konw don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I have to say it. I’ve been living a lie, and I hurt you because of it. I let her make me believe you betrayed me, and I walked away without ever giving you a chance to explain. I was wrong. I’ve spent months lost without you, and I know now that I can’t move on from you. I’d get on my knees for the rest of my life, begging for your forgiveness if that’s what it takes, because I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll spend every day proving I’m worth it.

Please, love, tell me how to fix this, please let me love you and be a part of your world again.

Still yours,

Simon.”

Your heart felt like it had shattered and been pieced back together in the same breath. The betrayal, the lies, everything she had done—it wasn’t just him being reckless; it was her plan all along. She had played on his emotions, fed him exactly what he wanted to hear, and made him believe you’d betrayed him.

The man who had once been yours, and in so many ways still was, was telling you everything—his pain, his regret, his desire for you to be in his life again. But the past still lingered between you both.

You sat there for a long time, the letter crumpled in your hands, the weight of his words sinking in slowly. Simon had been lost, and you had been left behind in ways you couldn’t even fully understand yet.

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

You didn’t waste any more time. You folded the paper with shaky hands and made your way to Simon’s office.

The hallway was quiet as you approached the door, your footsteps louder than you wanted them to be. When you reached it, you didn’t hesitate. You pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges made Simon look up, his eyes meeting yours after many days.

He didn’t say anything, and neither did you at first. For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, looking at each other.

Finally, you broke it. “So, you’re begging now,” you said, your voice sharp, filled with all the anger and hurt you’d been carrying. “After everything. After you walked away without a single explanation!”

You couldn’t hold back any longer. The anger you’d kept buried for so long spilled out.

“You left me, Simon,” you said, your voice now shaking. “You left me without a single word. You let someone else twist your mind, made me out to be the villain in your life. All I ever did was love you, and you threw that away like it didn’t even matter.”

You could see the regret in his eyes, but it wasn’t enough. Not now.

“You don’t get to just come back and act like nothing happened! You don’t get to ask me to forgive you after all of this, after everything. How the hell do you think this works? You think you can just walk back in and everything will be fine? It doesn’t work that way, Simon!”

He didn’t interrupt you. He didn’t say a word. He just stood there, watching you, his eyes full of pain. He just took it, and it made you angrier.

“You ruined everything! You destroyed us!” Your hands balled into fists at your sides, and you paced in front of him. “And now you want me to believe you? To trust you again? To just let you back in like you didn’t break me? What do you want me to say, huh?”

Still, he didn’t speak. He just watched you with that same, haunted look, his jaw clenched.

And then, slowly, he started moving. It was almost too slow to notice at first, but you caught it—the way he stepped toward you, the way his feet seemed to drag across the floor.

Before you could say anything else, he was in front of you, kneeling down, slowly lowering himself onto the ground until he was on his knees. It made you freeze. For a moment, you thought you’d imagined it, but there he was, on the floor, looking up at you with nothing but regret in his eyes.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What the hell are you doing?” you demanded, your voice almost a whisper, still raw from the firestorm of words you’d thrown at him.

His head tilted down, and he didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. “I’m serious about begging,” Simon said, his voice soft. “I’ll do anything. I don’t care what it is.”

Your heart raced. This wasn’t what you expected. It wasn’t some desperate plea or just empty words. He was on his knees—literally on his knees—in front of you.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Simon continued, still looking up at you, his eyes full of an intensity you hadn’t seen in a long time. “But I can’t live with what I’ve done to you, not anymore. If it’s the only way to make things right, I’ll do it. I’ll beg. I’ll spend the rest of my life on my knees if that’s what it takes to prove I’m sorry.”

You stood there, staring at him, your chest tight. You’d never seen him like this. This wasn’t the Simon you knew. The man you’d loved, the man who had always been strong, never one to show vulnerability like this.

But here he was. On his knees, asking for a chance. And you didn’t know if you were ready to give it to him. Not yet. But with everything that he was saying, the sincerity in his eyes—it hit you harder than anything else.

You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come right away. It felt like a lifetime before you finally spoke.

“Why?” It was all you could manage.

Simon’s gaze never wavered. “Because I don’t want to live in the lie anymore. I don’t want to be the man who hurt you. I want to fix it, if you’ll let me. I’m begging you. I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”

And before you could speak, before you could even think, Simon’s hands reached out and grabbed at your legs. He pulled himself even closer, his face pressing against the fabric of your pants, his breath shaky against your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over, his voice breaking with each word. “I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.”

He held on, his arms around your legs, his forehead pressed against you like he didn’t want to ever let go. The sight of him, once so strong, now so broken, made something inside you stir. You hadn’t expected this. This wasn’t the man you thought you knew.

“Si?” You said, your voice barely audible.

“I’ll do anything,” Simon muttered, his grip tightening. “I swear, I’ll do anything. Just... please, let me fix this. Let me make it right.”

He stayed there, kneeling, holding you, his words still coming in soft, broken whispers, and all you could feel was the weight of everything—everything he had done, everything he was asking, everything that had been broken between you two.

He just continued to apologize, and you stood there, staring down at him, unsure of what came next.

A few days later, the feelings between you and Simon had settled, at least for now. Things weren’t perfect, but they were different. You could talk again—really talk—without the anger clouding everything.

He was still Simon, the man who had been by your side for so long, but now there was space between you, a new kind of distance. Friends again, not lovers, but it was a start.

You found yourself standing in his office again as Simon worked through paperwork on his desk. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper filled the room as he glanced up at you.

“I’ve got the divorce papers ready,” Simon said, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. “I’ll send them to Price, and he can take care of sending them to her.”

You nodded, thinking for a moment. “I’ll take them to Price myself,” you said. “I need to see him anyway.”

Simon looked at you, a slight nod of approval. “Alright. Thanks, love.”

“How about we grab a cup of coffee after? Just as friends,” Simon added, his voice still soft, hopeful.

You thought about it for a second, then gave him a small nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He smiled, just a little. It wasn’t much, but it was real.

As you turned to leave, your hand reached for the divorce papers on Simon's desk. Simon didn’t stop you as you picked up the papers and walked out of the office, the sound of your footsteps echoing down the hallway.

But as you made your way down the corridor, instead of heading to Price’s office, you turned down a different hallway, towards the abandoned building on the other side of the base. It had been years since anyone had used it, but you knew it well enough.

The old building creaked as you descended the stairs, the air heavy with the musty smell of decay. You could hear the sound of your boots hitting the concrete floor as you entered the basement, the space cold and unwelcoming. But there, in the corner of the room, hanging from a noose, was the woman who had taken everything from you—The bitch.

Her body swayed slightly as you approached, the dim light casting long shadows over the room. You stopped just in front of her, the cold fury building inside you.

You grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down from the ceiling, letting her body fall to the floor with a thud. She was still warm, her fingers twitching slightly as you knelt beside her.

"You're going to sign something for me," you said, your voice cold, deadly. "With a hand that's still functional though... before I kill you."

Her lips trembled, but she didn't say anything. She couldn’t. The pain and fear were clear in her eyes, but it was too late for her now. You knew what you had to do.

With a sigh, you reached for a pen. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” you whispered, ready to sign her fate.

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[leafyln4]

"And what the hell were we?"

summary: lando and you have known each other for most of your lives, he was your best friend and you were his. what happens when you both have too many glassesof wine? or where lando and reader live together and they end up drunkly kissing after his monaco win.

warnings: smut, 18+ only!! soft sex, praise kink, best friends to lovers, lando is soft in this one, piv, unprotected sex (wrap your willy, silly), reader is a virgin, virginity loss, fingering, fluff, angst if you squint. maybe bad writing(?).

author's note: i'm writing the streamer!max thing, but this idea came to my mind and i reallyyyy had to write it. hope you guys enjoy, <3. not proofread!!

Living with Lando was... Convenient. You two had known each other since you were little kids. Your parents were long term friends with Lando's, so it was obvious you two would grow up together.

He was a constant in your life, he was always there. From your first day of kindergarten, to your last day of high school. So when he moved to Monaco, you went together. You didn't plan on actually living together, but it was convenient.

He needed someone to take care of the house while he was away for racing, you needed a place to stay. You both trusted each other enough for that, so why not? You two quickly found a place big enough to fit both of you.

You had your room, Lando had his. The apartment had stuff from the both of you, it was balanced in a way only two people who had known each other for long knew how. It was comfortable, cozy. It felt like home.

You and Lando were really close. Really, really close. People always joked about you two, saying how cute you two would look as a couple.

But you knew Lando wasn't exactly your type and you weren't exactly his. Not that it mattered. In your head, nothing could ever happen between you two. You two were only friends! It had always been like that and it always would.

It was one of those weeks Lando was away for a Grand Prix, the first one of the european triple header. Imola, as far as you could remember, and then Monaco before going to Spain. Only one week until he was home again. Great, you really needed his help with some stuff.

You try to keep the house as clean as you can, on a daily basis, but this past week was so busy to you, you weren't able to do house chores. So, considering it was Saturday, nothing much important to watch besides qualifying, you put on some music and start cleaning everything.

You were deep into the song, cleaning the dust of one of the shelves, when you accidentally knock a picture of the two of you over, the delicate frame breaks in a sound that makes your heart almost jump.

You quickly get off the stairs and pick up the frame in your hands. It wasn't really broken, but it wasn't perfect. The frame had seen better days. A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you see it's still 90% intact, so you put it back on the shelf.

Your fingers linger on the writings on the frame, a small smile forming on your lips. It was a picture of you and him, both of you were somewhere along the lines of 13 years old. It was one of those family trips you had, the ones you missed from your teenage years.

God, you really missed Lando. When you were younger and he was in his karting days, it was easy for you to go to the races with him. It was still easy when he started on Formula 1, when both of you lived with your parents. But, then, you two moved to Monaco and you found a job.

Time was not something either of you had much. So seeing each other became harder and harder, those little bantering and funny moments you had as friends became rare. You missed Lando, you missed your best friend. But you understood it, you really did. He was following his dreams and you were following yours, it was okay. For an extent.

Shaking your head, you let go of the frame and go back at taking off the dust. Once you finish everything, you throw yourself on the couch and turn the TV on. Better to distract yourself with something silly than let your mind wander.

The weekend passed in a hurry and, soon enough, Lando was already back home. You hear the familiar sound of the door closing and his footsteps echoing through the apartment. You were in your room, finishing some stuff from work, but as soon as you hear it, you rush to the living room.

He was there. White t-shirt, curls falling on his forehead, that smile on his face. He was home. And you were in his arms as soon as he put his bags down. You really missed him. And he missed you, too.

His arms wrap tightly around you, his smile only growing. He missed you so much. It was kind of weird to not have you around most of the time. Even if he didn't want to admit, it felt like a part of him was missing. A part he really cared about.

Of course you two always texted and had those long calls whenever you could, but it wasn't the same thing. You both longed for each other more than you would ever admit. You told yourself it was only because of habit, that this longing wasn't something more.

You two finally let go of each other, his smile turning into a smirk. "So... You did miss me, huh?"

His voice was teasing, full of that familiar mischief Lando seemed to not have left behind in your teenage years. Such a silly boy. You roll your eyes at him, pushing him lightly.

"Who said I missed you? I actually was just cleaning my hands on you. I was eating chips, y'know?"

The lie was obvious, but you would never say the truth. Not when he would get all cocky and arrogant if you did.

"Yeah, yeah. Chips. Totally believable."

Lando knew you better than everyone else, but he decided to let this little lie pass. After all, he was tired after the travel. He still had two days until his duties as a driver, so he wanted to relax as much as he could.

He passes through you, bumping into your body as he walked, that smug smirk on his face. "I'm going to sleep a little bit, I'm too tired for this now."

With a roll of your eyes, you let him go without any more words. But it doesn't take long for you to go to your room, too. You would steal him from everyone else in those two days, it was only fair you gave him a little bit of time to relax.

After all, you really needed him to fix some stuff on the house. And to do stuff with you, of course.

The moment he parks the car in that first place spot, the whole world seem to disappear. Even if there were people screaming, even if there were cameras all around you, you could only see him. Your best friend, the one you trusted the most, winning in Monaco.

He fucking won in Monaco! The pride you were feeling was immeasurable. You wanted to cry, to scream, but you were frozen in llace, eyes teary and mind hazy. You push your way through people, going straight to him.

He sees you approach, his eyes locked on yours. He seemed as happy as ever, in his element. You didn't care of he was sweaty, smelly or anything like that at all.

No, you give him the tightest hug of his life. Ignoring all of the cameras, all of the people watching you both, you feel at ease. His spark was coming back.

You let him wander through the rest of the people, whispering to him that you would see him later and that he should enjoy his win. His heart was beating so fast, he didn't want to pull away. But he does, anyways.

"I promise I will talk to you later."

You nod, a proud smile on your face. You knew he wouldn't forget about you. He was your best friend, after all.

After podium celebrations are over, you two go home, a nice chat flowing between you two. He was sparkling, glowing with happiness. And his happiness made you happy, too.

The ride home doesn't take long, it's Monaco. And, before you know it, you two are sitting on the couch, each with a glass of wine in your hands. This was your third glass, your mind way too fuzzy already.

"Lan, you should really go party if you want to. I don't mind, I swear."

"I don't know what you mean. I'm exactly where I want to be."

It was not like this was the first time you got drunk with him, but something about this was... Different. The tone of his voice, the way his curls fell to his face, how his words carried a little hint of flirtiness on them... It was normal, yet so different.

Maybe it was your fuzzy mind. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. But you were seeing Lando with different eyes, your mind going through paths it never went before. You try to shake the thoughts away, but it doesn't work at all.

He notices how distant you seemed for a bit. Lando also had his fair share of wine, he was just as tipsy as you. He never intended to flirt with you, but some things just happen. It's life, we can't control how it works. And you looked so pretty with McLaren's jersey, it should be a crime.

Lando clears his throat, his eyes drifing from your pretty lips to your intense eyes. The ones that, once eye contact is made, it's hard to not look into. It must be the wine, right? That's messing with his head, making him see stuff he shouldn't be seeing.

And, suddenly, he is brought back to your teenage years, to when it was hard to control himself around you. It wanders to how it felt to secretly desire you, the hormones messing with him as much as the alcohol is now.

He shakes his head, focusing on you and the way your breath seemed to pick up. The room felt hot, too hot. It wasn't how it was supposed to be. The couch never felt so small.

"I... You just won in Monaco, you deserve to party." Your voice was low, weak, rough. As if you were holding back. As if you didn't really want to say what was in your heart.

The air around you two was cackling with a tension you two were unfamiliar with. Never once between you two this seemed to happen. Never once you desired each other. Well. At least you.

"You know I don't want to party. Not without you." His voice was charged, his words carrying some secret meaning your fuzzy brain was fighting hard to deny. "I want to be with you."

He puts his glass on the small table in front of the couch, his eyes canning your face for any signs of discomfort or want. He wanted you more than he would care to admit. He wanted you to want him so bad.

Your breath hitches, your hands slightly shaky and that strange buzzing feeling in your lower belly marking its presence within you. His gaze was intense, full of years of repressed feelings. Feelings you never noticed until now.

"Lan..." He approaches you, ever so slowly, his right hand cupping your cheek while his left one rests on one of your thighs. Your heart was beating fast, the heat was hard to ignore.

Your thighs clench unconsciously, his left hand drifting closer to your core. But he doesn't touch you. Not yet. He looks into your eyes, almost begging for your approval. He wanted you to want this as much as he did.

"Can I?"

His voice was measured, a bit rougher than normal, and a nod of your head was all it took for him to glue his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and hands fidgeting with his hair.

The kiss was slow, full of emotions you were both too drunk to explain. His lips felt softer than they should, he tasted like the wine you two were drinking. It was intoxicating and so intimate.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you into his lap in a desperate try to get more of you. You whine into his mouth, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He kisses you like you're the last person he would ever kiss, full of passion.

Once you two pull away, Lando starts planting kisses down your neck, goosebumps trailing down your spine as soft gasps left your lips. His right hand lifts your shirt and you help him take it off with ease.

Looking at you on his lap, your bra being the only thing covering your chest, he thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist. With one nod of your head, he takes your bra off, his breath catching on his throat.

"So beautiful, baby... Can't believe I never made any moves on you."

His tongue licks your left nipple, a soft moan leaving your lips. You were so sensitive. Nobody ever touched you this way. Nobody got this close to you before. You couldn't believe Lando, your best friend of years, was the one doing this.

But you didn't mind. Not at all.

"Lan... Please, I have never..." You were ashamed. Your cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink, your chest raising and falling as he looks up at you once again.

Even if you were drunk, you were conscious enough to remember the details about your life. But the look Lando gave you... How fucking gentle he seemed... It was driving you crazy. You needed him. You wanted him.

"I know, baby, I know. I promise I'll be gentle... Do you trust me?" You nod, but that's not enough for you. His right hand squeezes one of your breasts gently. "Use your words, baby."

"Y-yes... Please, Lan, I want you. Only you. It has always been you."

Your little cry goes straight to his cock. Lando's mouth is immediately back on your breast, sucking the soft flesh and lightly scraping his teeth in your nipples. It felt so good. It was so different from when you tried to pleasure yourself with your hands.

He stands up with you, your legs wrapping around his waist as his firm hands keep holding you. He takes you to his bedroom, gently laying tou down on his queen-sized bed. He kisses you again, gentle, soft. He wanted you to savour the moment, to enjoy it even more than him.

His fingers trail down your body, slipping into your pants and underwear as soon as you nod at his silent question. Lando's breath hitches when he feels how wet you are, his point finger spreading your slickness through your pussy.

He pulls your underwear down along with your pants, taking it off of you and leaving you bate before him. He looks up at you one more time, wanting to see if you were really sure about that. The smile you give him is enough as a yes.

Slowly, torturously, he inserts a finger in your cunt. It makes you gasp. His finger was so much thicker than yours, it was a new sensation. You had never felt this before. He pumps the finger in and out, mesmerized by how tight you were and how your cunt seemed to suck his finger in.

"Look at you... So damn pretty. Want to feel that tight cunt squeezing my cock. You'll take it like a good girl, hm?"

His words were filthy. But they made you blush. You felt seen, desired. Only Lando could make you feel like this, like you wanted more. He puts another finger in, curling his fingers just in the right way. A broken moan leaves your lips, your back arching.

He plants a kiss on your inner thigh before licking a long stripe on your pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, it felt so good. He sucks your clit while working his fingers inside of you. It didn't take long for you to come all over him, a strangled moan leaving your lips.

"Such a sweet cunt for such a sweet girl. Fuck, baby... Can I fuck you? Take that pretty pussy?" His voice was low, charged with need. You were so beautiful, so perfect.

He takes his fingers off of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. "Please, Lan... Need you so bad."

He finally undresses, his toned body making your mouth water. His cock springs free and you gasp audibly. He was so big. It would never fit. Lando notices how worried you seem, kissing your cheeks softly.

"It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you."

Slowly, he starts putting his cock in. Inch by agonizing inch. You whine in a bit of pain, holding his hand tightly. He coos you, kissing the few tears that spilled from your eyes away. Once he bottoms out, he stays still, waiting for you to adjust to him.

It was too much. You had never felt so full. Soon, the pain starts to drift away and leave way to the building pleasure. Lando feels you clench around him, a moan leaving your lips, so he starts moving slowly against you.

"So tight, baby. Feels so good." His thrusts were slow, but deep, hitting all of the right spots inside of you. You moan his name, chanting it like you were caught in a spell. He finds your g-spot, your back arching and a loud moan spilling from you.

It felt so, so, so, so good. You were drunk on him and how he felt inside of you. His right hand finds your clit, your own hands resting on his shoulders and scratching his back at the new-found pleasure. You cry out, your high approaching once again.

"Lando, I will--- Oh, shit!"

Your eyes roll back, your back arches even more. Your cunt clenches around his cock, your orgasm triggering his own as he spills his seed deep into you.

"Fuck, such a good girl." He talks you through your orgasm, his thrusts slowing down until they fully stop.

He pulls out, leaving your panting form on the bed to go get a clean towel. He cleans you gently, knowing how sensitive you are, then cleans himself. He lays down besides you, peppering your face with little kisses that make you giggle.

Nothing much is said between you both and you soon fall asleep.

You wake up in Lando's shirt, your body sore and his side of the bed cold. The curtains were slightly pulled aside, some rays of sunlight entering the room and casting a cozy glow inside of it.

You hear footsteps approaching, Lando stopping by the door as he notices how you're already woken up.

"Hey... Sorry for leaving. Making breakfast." He was holding a small tray, a plate with some pancakes, fruits and toast on it alongside a mug of what seemed to be either coffee or hot chocolate.

You sit up in bed and he puts the tray in your lap, sitting beside you on the bed. You murmur a small "thank you", not really knowing what else to say.

Last night changed everything between you and Lando, that's for sure. But, if the way he was looking at you was any sign, it really changed. For the better. <3

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I wrote a post a while back about the fun that could be had with Dick’s canonical tendency to hallucinate. This is not directly expanding on that prompt, but does something similar.

This is a classic “Dick sees Jason and quite literally does not believe his eyes” short. It’s my first. Enjoy?

Dick strided towards the front door of his apartment, already shrugging off the top layers of his police uniform.

The day had been exhausting in the most mundane of ways. A pile of paperwork, larger than average but still within a standard deviation of the normal load. There were three separate repeat calls from the same bar a few miles from the BPD office — a regular had become incensed after a bad encounter with hallucinogens, leading him to seek comfort in a place he was familiar with and inadvertently harassing the other customers. Knowing Bludhaven, the man was probably much more likely to become another member of the overcrowded incarcerated population than receive the care he needed (not that the neighboring Arkham Asylum would be a better fit). Dick had assisted in de-escalation, his talent in that field far surpassing the other available officers on duty.

The encounter made Dick uncomfortable, if for a reason far different than his co-workers. The deepest recesses of his mind couldn’t help but notice the similarities between himself and the man he had talked down. Dick struggled with his own delusions at times; never enough to lose himself in them, always cognizant of their nature as hallucinations and managing to work around them, but he was nonetheless a victim of his mind’s creations more frequently than he’d care to admit.

Some days he wondered when the blurred lines would smudge into nothingness. He wondered when he would try to defend a victim of a crime who wasn’t there, or render himself vulnerable by attacking a phantom assailant instead of the real criminal behind him. He wondered if one day he’d laugh at a comment Tim never made and be unable to explain himself out of it. He wondered if one day he’d yell at Bruce over a conflict that never occurred. He wondered if he would be able to handle the concern, the disappointment, that he could already envision painted on the older man. He wondered when he would be the next reason for the BPD to be contacted for a public disturbance, and whether they’d be just as eager to lock him away for the crime of mental instability.

But things were getting better, Dick thought. He’d sought professional counseling under a pseudonym after a particularly convincing apparition of his dead brother almost managed to throw him off patrol. He could handle the anguish he felt at seeing his brother’s swollen, limp corpse, but he drew the line at threatening the lives of civilians. After some counseling, the psychologist had recommended a small list of prescriptions and grounding techniques, and from there he’d marched over to Leslie for long-term management of his medicine.

Things were alright. Never great — sometimes the static of his police-issued radio turned into the whispers of the dead, and sometimes he felt the soles of his boots squelch under phantom coagulating blood — but it was alright.

Everything was fine.

He pushed in the door, and on the other end was the unmistakable face of his brother wearing the costume of the Red Hood, helmet wedged between his armpit and his ribs, hand frozen midway into a bag of Lays Barbecue chips that Dick had left in the pantry for whenever Tim came to visit. Dick watched in awe as Red-Hood-Jason loudly chewed for half a second, paused, and then slowly resumed his chewing.

Dick blinked. Jason blinked back.

And then all at once, his eyebrows furrowed and his green (green?) eyes flashed.

“Are you going to say anything?” Another moment of silence. Jason snarled. “Are you that fucking pathetic? Am I that worthless to you? Do you have any idea how much you fucking failed me? Do you have anything to say for yourself, you piece of shit?”

Another blink.

“…did I really mean that little to you? Was I too worthless for a reaction? Did you care at all?”

Really, hours could have passed, or seconds. Dick had no idea. He felt the careful poker face crafted from a decade of fighting crime struggling to keep itself from shattering. He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and waited casually as it rang. He gazed onwards, looking at the adult visage of his brother, his eyes glassy enough to suggest he may have been seeing nothing at all.

The phone finally connected. “Hey Leslie?” He began, with a stoic nonchalance that couldn’t be anything but fake, “I think I might need to raise that dosage again.”

The Jason in his mind somehow managed to furrow his eyebrows further. Numbly, Dick thought it was unrealistic to imagine a man with his eyes that narrowed. They didn’t even look open anymore.

Leslie responded. Dick put her on speaker, so her sympathetic voice echoed through the cramped entry of his home. “How come?”

“I’m seeing Jason again. The hallucination is extending to other elements of the world. He’s eating my chips.” Dick swallowed. “I don’t… it’s not- I don’t think it’s safe for me to be patrolling if I’m beginning to lose a grip on the state of my surroundings.”

Leslie audibly hummed. “I can’t argue with that. We’ll put you on a higher dose, give it a few days, and see where-“

And then, once again, the hallucination of his dead brother erupted. “What the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck is going on? Why the fuck are you ignoring me?”

The other end of Dick’s phone stayed silent. Finally, the tentative voice on the other line spoke. “Who was that?”

“Wait, you heard that?”

Both Dick and Jason were now staring wide-eyed at the phone in his hand. Leslie sounded unsure of herself when she responded with a “yes”.

The glassy haze disappeared in an instant. Suddenly, Dick’s eyes were dilated, flicking back and forth between the phone in his palm and the figure leaning stiffly on his sink.

“You know what, Leslie? Never mind. Can I call you back later?”

And, without waiting for a response, Dick hung up.

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while we're both here; part two

Synopsis: Your chronic illness makes you a frequenter in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary – at some point you're bound to make a connection with her other favourite patient. Said patient is currently lingering around the infirmary, hoping to see you once more, even if that is to support you through an episode or two.

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Tags: fem!reader, undisclosed chronic illness that makes you hurt and faint (writer has hEDS and POTS), remus' pov with all its typical warnings, 'on-screen' syncope/fainting, flirting, physical affection, fluffy hurt/comfort, maternal madam pomfrey, remus is taller than you but you're not necessarily short, you have enough hair to fall into your face.

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Remus had been hoping he would see you again soon after that. It was odd to, for once in his life, want to go to the infirmary; it was even more odd to hope the girl that had caught his eye would end up there as well.

His frequent visits to the infirmary once felt like a massive obstruction in the little life he had miraculously managed to create at Hogwarts. It was the one place that had to be just his, somewhere his friends would rarely go. Part of Remus was well aware that if he asked any of his mates to accompany him on his visits, they would drop everything to do so. Most of him, though, felt like that would only be salt in the wound, would only highlight his difference.

It was easier to slip in and out alone.

To have somewhere that was just his would in many ways be Remus’ introverted dream, but with his tragicomical context, it was far from it. He resented having to spend so much time there, only finding solace in Madam Pomfrey’s kindness.

And then, in you.

Over the encounters, each one fertilising the bloom of whatever was growing between you, Remus found that he didn’t mind that this was where he met you. That he got to have you in this place that was just his, with none of his mates’ prying eyes or prior knowledge. 

You don’t have her, you twat, he would scold himself at that line of thinking. She’s not yours to have.

Remus was really good at reminding himself that he shouldn’t be thinking like that. Following through was an entirely different story.

He wouldn’t admit it when his mates began to hound him for the reason why he was spending so long in the infirmary for just small things, but he had begun to drag his feet every visit. Lingering by his bedside cabinet, slyly looking around, hoping to suddenly catch your eye and – wow, dove, I had not at all expected to see you here while I’ve spent 20 minutes picking up bandages!

There was a small war going on in his mind, waged between the dizzying pull you had on him and his better senses. He could hear Lyall speaking to him in his mind, “Son, it’s best you walk this life alone.”

Yet, here Remus – stupid, dreamy Remus – was hoping he might walk into you.

It was while caught up in this mental tirade that he did exactly that. 

He had begun to walk out of the long-term wing, heading for the exit, gaze focussed on his feet and mind elsewhere, when another set of feet emerged into his view seconds before the collision. Remus stiffened when a body bumped against his, hands shooting out to grab the poor sod by the elbows and stabilise them. “I am so sorry–” 

He looked up and cut himself off when his eyes landed on you.

It was not within his power to withhold the wide smile that blossomed on his face. “Oh, hey dove,” he breathed out, approximately two seconds before remembering himself. Remus cleared his throat and took a step back, squeezing your elbows reassuringly before hastily letting you go, though not without noticing how you leaned into his touch. His gaze was still on yours, but more reserved now, head tilted down. 

You looked equally perplexed, despite the oncoming tradition, but were quick to ease his thoughts with a small smile. “Well, if it isn’t Poppy’s golden boy.”

“Had to complete her set now that you’re here, yeah?” The words seemed to slip effortlessly off his tongue when he was around you, in sharp contrast to his inner turmoil. Remus dared hope that meant you didn’t pick up on it. “What brings you in today, love?”

He wondered if the way your cheeks appled at that perhaps meant he wasn’t the only one flustered in the other’s company. 

You recovered enough to roll your eyes heartily. “Professor Binns has requested I get the matron to write a note to excuse why I couldn’t make his lecture last week.”

Remus’ eyebrows lifted, though he wasn’t necessarily surprised at the professor’s audacity. “I hope he knows she’ll kill him for wasting her time with that.”

You hummed in agreement. “I believe he’s a bit too dead to care.”

You began inching around him, head perked up to presumably spot Madam Pomfrey, and for a second Remus’ chest panged with the realisation that you probably didn’t share his recent desire to linger in the infirmary. You probably wanted to be rid of him. Shame wrapped hotly around his veins as his eyes flickered over you, searching for a sign in your body language that you truly wanted him gone.

That was how he noticed the way you swayed as you stood on your tiptoes to scan for Pomfrey, looking worse for wear with every passing second, and he understood the actual reason for your urgency.

“Hey, why don’t you come sit down with me in the waiting room, and I’ll grab a hold of her when I spot her?” he offered, nerves sneaking into his voice despite his best efforts. “Would probably be easier for me, given my vertical gifts.”

You had called his ridiculously tall stature a vertical gift a few days ago when you saw each other last and it came up that he could see the birds sitting by the top windows of the infirmary. It was something he had hardly considered worth mentioning, but it seemed to amaze and please you greatly, so he couldn’t help but feel quite chuffed after the interaction. 

If your snort was anything to go by, you remembered your comment. You smiled at him and Remus tried not to feel like an arse for how quickly relief bloomed in his chest at the sight.

“You know what, that sounds like a much better idea than me straining myself like this.” You began to move towards the cushioned maroon chairs in the wide hall that just barely classified as a waiting room. “If Binns is strict enough about me not missing lectures to send me on an errand during his lesson, it serves him right if I miss the whole thing.”

Remus followed dutifully behind you, letting you choose a seat before sitting down beside you, knees angled in your direction. They were starting to preemptively ache as the full moon edged closer, so maybe it was good for him anyway to forgo the walk up to the common room and instead dwell here a bit longer.

“You’re supposed to be in his lecture right now?” Remus asked, frowning. At your emphatic nodding, he murmured an added, “What a twat.”

Your giggle made a smile grow on his face, like a flower seedling in the sun’s presence. 

“What, aren’t you skipping a lesson right now yourself?” You curled up in your chair like a perfect cat, legs crossed beneath you and propping your chin up on your hand.

He shook his head. “No, I’ve got a free period luckily.”

“And you decided that the best way to spend said free period was, naturally, hanging out in the infirmary?” 

There was nothing but goodhearted humour in your tone, but Remus’ face still felt warm and he tried to shrug nonchalantly. “Had to pick up some bandages. Now was as good a time as any, no?”

You eyed him curiously. “Are you planning on needing bandages in the near future?”

Usually, Remus’ cover-up lies rolled naturally off his tongue – he had had a lifetime to practice, after all. It didn’t even really feel like lying anymore, but suddenly, with you, that changed. Now it felt like pulling teeth. 

Remus was luckily accustomed to pain enough to push through. “They’re not for me this time, actually. James and Sirius are playing in the match against Slytherin tomorrow, so you can infer why we prefer to keep the dorm stocked beforehand.”

Your smile was genuine, even as your eyes seemed to grow more tired by the second. “You’re a good friend, Remus.”

He did not have it in him to unpack how that made him feel. Terrible and wonderful. He gave you a lopsided smile. “If you say so, dove. Are you going to the match?”

He had never seen you there before, but until your encounters began picking up in frequency a few weeks back, he hadn’t necessarily known to. These days he felt like a scout on a rogue mission to find you everywhere. 

There was a slight twitch in your face, an emotion that flickered briefly before burying itself. One Remus wanted to catch and interrogate – it didn’t seem like hurt per say, but it wasn’t a nice one either. You looked down at the armrest as you said, “No, my body doesn’t really agree with quidditch matches anymore. You know, stairs and hard planes and all.”

Remus kept his eyes trained on yours until you looked back up, so that he could gift you with a small, knowing smile. “Yeah, I understand that, dove. I’m the same way on bad days. Lily always says I’m not missing much when I can’t go, but it’s still not a great feeling.”

He decided to interpret the look in your eyes as grateful. Rather than dwelling on the issue, he tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. “What, uh, are you doing after this?”

It was the first question he could think of, escaping him before he could consider the implications more closely. His veins froze as he realised how you might receive it.

However, you didn’t seem too caught up in what he was saying. There was a certain haziness swimming in your irises and your eyelids were moving both too frequently and too slowly. Remus could somehow tell you weren’t completely yourself.

He reached a hand out tentatively, placing it on your shoulder closest to him. “Love?” His tone of voice was soft, albeit slightly nervous.

“Sorry…” you mumbled, trailing off. Your eyebrows furrowed. “I think I… I will…”

In this moment, he was grateful that he had gone to the library to do some reading on your conditions after you shared them with him in passing. He had felt like a total creep for it at the time, but now it eased his panic a little as he could see you starting to slip away.

With a swift, almost instinctual movement, Remus’ hand moved up from your shoulder to cup the side of your face securely, seconds before you lost consciousness. Instead of falling face-first onto the infirmary floor, you fell into Remus’ hand as he supported your head and kept you up.

“You’re good, dovey, you’re alright,” Remus murmured gently, getting out of his seat to kneel before you. His other hand came up to help lean your limp body lean further back into your seat, stabilising your neck.

He tucked some of your hair that had fallen in your face back behind your ear, large hands surprisingly delicate and careful. This was not something he wanted to mess up. His breathing was laboured – ironically matching yours – but he didn’t have time to analyse whether it was from nerves or proximity.

Remus looked down the hallway, trying to spot the matron with more motivation than earlier. “Poppy?” he called, quietly enough to hopefully not disturb patients in nearby rooms, but loudly enough that she might hear.

There’s only two students to his knowledge that call her by her first name, and right now both needed her help.

For a moment, he was met with silence and Remus was about to turn his focus back to you when he heard. “Mr. Lupin?” Her voice was inquisitive, confusion mixing with mirth, likely as she would have thought he had left ages ago.

“Could I get a hand? Quickly?”

There was no hesitation as he could hear her dropping whatever she was holding in favour of coming to his aid, the sound of her footsteps soft in the quiet infirmary. No questions asked – her steady presence made a warmth spread in Remus’ chest. She made him miss his Mam while also soothing the ache of his loss.

Remus looked back at you, still unconscious but with your eyelids fluttering slightly. His thumbs brushed back and forth over your cheeks, as if to calm you down. It was while cradling you on his knees before your chair, with his eyes trained on you, that Madam Pomfrey found you both.

She huffed in the doorway, making Remus look up at her like what he could only presume a small puppy would. Her hand was at her hip as she took in the scene.

“I– uh, she fainted,” Remus rambled, looking back at you. “I know it’s normal, but I figured we could use some help?”

“I can see that, Remus.” Her voice was once more laced with the mirth from earlier as she gave him a funny look. It didn’t deter her from hurrying forward though, sitting in the chair Remus had previously occupied as she studied you. He remained dutifully on the floor. 

“She’s alright,” Pomfrey concluded quickly after sneaking her hand between Remus’ still supporting your head to check your pulse. “She’ll come to shortly, we should just cool her down.”

Remus knew what fainting would look like in general, but less so for you. He had read up on it and he had listened to what Pomfrey said to you when you were coming to from a syncope while he was in the room – which was not the same as eavesdropping, he told himself. Still, he didn’t really know how to help, and found himself desperately wanting to.

So he followed Pomfrey’s every movement with rapt attention. She pulled out her wand and cast a wind spell, directing a cold breeze in the direction of your face. “If you can support her with just one hand, that would be best, Remus dear. Less skin on skin contact will help make her less warm.”

He couldn’t help but feel like she was indirectly poking fun at him with her tone as he quickly dropped his other hand. “What else will help?” he asked to distract from his flush.

“Laying down is best, usually, but right now it would likely be more uncomfortable to jostle her around to one of the infirmary beds. We really should get one in this waiting room, if only Helena and Godrick hadn’t thought that Hogwarts’ thousand students only needed the tiniest of infirmaries–” 

This was a rant both you and Remus had heard many a time before. She cut herself off and looked away from you to meet his eye. “Anyway. Usually a supine position is best, but leaning her back the way you have is great. Good job, Remus.”

That comment brought a smile to his face, but he didn’t feel like he could thank her for it either. “Alright, that’s good. Anything else?”

“Studious, are we?” Pomfrey’s look was knowing as she turned back to you, moving her wand slightly to improve the airflow in your face. “The recipe is to check her breathing and pulse to be safe, bring down both position and temperature, and sprinkle in some kindness and patience. Oh, and talk. She might be able to hear you at various points.”

Remus had read that, actually. He looked back to you as your eyelids fluttered again, but seemingly more purposefully this time as opposed to the almost jerking motion from earlier. He whispered your name, squeezing your cheek a little. "Hey dove, you're alright. It's just Poppy and I. The I in question is Remus."

Just to be safe.

“Atta girl,” smiled Pomfrey, keeping her wand pointed against you for a little while longer still, as you blinked your eyes open. “Keep supporting her for a bit longer, dear.” That last instruction was to Remus and he nodded and mentally thanked her for helping him save face as you came to. He didn't want you to wonder why his hand was on your cheek.

You looked at Remus first, bleary-eyed with furrowed brows. He smiled encouragingly at you. “What boring company must I be to have you faint on me like this.” 

The laugh that escaped you was confused but a laugh nonetheless. Remus hoped he wasn’t insane to think you were choosing to lean into his hold on you, as you looked towards Pomfrey. “Oh, there you are. Binns needs me to get a note from you.” Your voice was hoarse but still quintessential you.

Pomfrey’s eyebrows shot up into her greying hairline. “Now, dear, why would he think I care what he needs from me? Forget all that nonsense until we get you back on your feet.”

“See, that’s what I told him!” You were still somewhat drowsy, but clearly coming to. Your tone softened a little as you added, “Thank you for helping, Poppy.”

Pomfrey pinched the cheek Remus wasn’t cradling, smiling maternally at you. “It’s my job, child. One I carry out happily.”

Remus thought him and Pomfrey provided a good emotional support team for you, considering you were smiling and laughing within the first minute of being conscious.

Somehow, an apologetic tone still managed to seep into your expression as you looked back at him, as if remembering. “I’m sorry for fainting on you. It was a long trek down, I didn’t realise–”

“Shhh, don't be silly dove, you’re alright.” Usually Remus was adamant about not interrupting women, but he felt this was a worthy exception. “You’re just giving me a good excuse to skip out on Herbology.”

Pomfrey’s head whipped around to look at him. “Are you supposed to be in a lesson right now, Mr. Lupin?”

He grew a bit smaller, yet somehow managed to shrug nonchalantly. “Not yet, I don't think. Either way, I was simply helping a friend who fainted, matron.” At her still pointed look, he also gestured to his crouched position. “Not to mention, I now need some ointment for my knees.”

Usually, Remus held out on pain medication for as long as possible, but anything for a good excuse, apparently.

Pomfrey shook her head, waving a finger at you two as she got out of her seat, pocketing her wand. “You bairns are lucky I like you. Remus, help her lay down in the infirmary wing for a while and help yourself to your usual remedies. And then I expect you to head to your lessons at the soonest possible moment.”

Even with her hands on her hips and strict tone, you could see the affection in her eyes, exemplified by the quick wink she shot the both of you, effectively diminishing any threat she pretended to uphold. 

“Yes, ma’am!” He nodded abidingly at her, smile subdued.

Maybe he was abusing her favouritism, but Remus couldn’t bring himself to feel too guilty for that, at least not at this very minute.

“Thank you, Poppy!” Both of you chorused after her as she turned to head out, smoothing down her white apron, muttering something about “those kids”. 

As Remus turned back to look at you, he realised neither of you had moved from your positions. His hand was still on your cheek, thumb occasionally brushing over it instinctually. Your hand had come to fist a handful of his jumper's sleeve, as if grounding yourself.

You met his gaze, and he found a depth in them that enraptured him. With the last of Pomfrey’s presence melting away around you, Remus remained on his knees before you, and could not deny that he both looked and felt reverent. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours, his hand away from your cheek.

He tried to clear his throat to clear the trance, but you both remained caught up in each other. “A– are you good to walk to our wing?” he whispered. The term our formed itself on his tongue without his explicit involvement.

You blinked. Then, abruptly, as if remembering yourself, you nodded and sat up in your seat a little. “Yeah– yes, of course.”

Even as you agreed, Remus could practically see the wall of dizziness hit you as you sat up. He doubled down with his hand cupping your face and brought the other up to squeeze your elbow. “Alright there, racer. Slow and steady, yeah?”

You nodded again, slower this time. The smile being born on your face appeared in a similar fashion. “You’ve got enough time for that?” The teasing tone was back and Remus relished in it.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Remus stage-whispered, allowing himself to flirt openly with the confidence of your touch. “I have no intention of making it to Herbology.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” He tried to gauge your reactions in real time as he spoke. “Found something a lot more interesting.”

You grinned at him, a laziness sweetening its edges in the best way, as if you were comfortable with him. “And that would be the aftermath of a syncope?”

He hummed in agreement. “You’d be surprised what the right person can make fun.”

“Alright then, right person. Want to help me up?”

By Godrick, that he did.

part three

[hwnglx]

pick a pile - what does your fs love about you?

hi dear reader! let's see what your future romantic partner loves about you. pls remember that this is a general reading so not everything will apply to everyone! breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. take what resonates, and leave what doesn't. 𓆩♡𓆪

➳❥ pile 1

your fs loves the way you balance these two sides within you; the fun-loving and joyful side, and responsible and reliable side. i feel strong sagittarius or aquarius energy in terms of your ability to detach from others and just live in your own world, according to your own terms, but also carrying a sense of responsibility within you, especially concerning your work or finances. it's very much giving “yes i work my ass off, not for anyone else, but for my own satisfaction” there might be some earth influence giving you this sense of groundedness when it comes to the things you deem as important for your own life. you just know what you want for yourself.

your fs will definitely love the way you can switch into focus and work-mode when you need to. they themselves might be a bit of a work-horse, someone who can often bury themselves in work. they feel like you're such an interesting person though, and might wonder how you manage to be so multi-facetted, because i do believe you're good at keeping your work-life balance in check, probably better than them.

i feel like they might have a more conservative approach or more traditional belief-system in place, that you have the potential to make them question. you seem to be someone with more of a progressive mindset in life, and your fs is likely to feel quite intrigued by that.

one major thing that keeps coming through for me, is how they love the thought of being the one who can break down your potential walls. although you can have your outgoing moments, some people might think they're closer to you than they actually are. you give off such an independent vibe, you're just not someone who's overly concerned over being romantically involved or surrounded by people all the time, and might moreso enjoy having your own freedom.

i feel like this person is someone who's gonna be very consistent in their efforts to get to you, because they're aware of what a special and unique person you are. they just feel like they wouldn't be able to find anyone like you again, so they're absolutely willing to chase you if it means receiving your approval and your love as a reward in the end.

you just give me this vibe of someone who enjoys letting someone chase you for a little; you just need to feel someone's sincerity and genuine interest, and might feel like patience and consistency is a way for them to prove it.

your fs might've thought about marrying you very early on, they might've fantasised about it quite quickly after meeting you. you either might be oblivious to this, as they're giving strong “friends” vibes here, or you're yet to meet them; i do believe it's likely for you to meet them through your friends or acquaintances though, maybe even during a party. i think you might not see this connection as romantic at all for a good while, while again, this person could already be thinking about you as marriage material. some of you might even meet this person either online, or overseas. they might be a foreigner. there's a clear difference in views, culture, belief systems.

a cute aspect; some of you might communicate in a unique manner first. even if you do not speak each other's languages, somehow there'll still be this natural and effortless understanding between the both of you. your differences are more likely to attract each other, rather than repulse you.

your fs will love how you aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in, and how you're the type to defend your stance till the very end. you might even be quite stubborn in some areas you feel strongly about; however, i can feel your fs genuinely liking that about you. you're just not someone who'll be all available and open to everyone out there, and you have your very own strong values and principles in life that you've built over time, and would not back down from for anyone. your fs might've seen you in that defensive and argumentative mode a few times, maybe even experienced it first hand, but it made their attraction for you so much stronger. almost all cliché-like, confirming for them that “this is the person i want to be with.” there's this strong sense of them fantasizing, and feeling like it'd be an actual accomplishment to be with you in the end.

i do feel like you're likely to have the upper hand in this relationship. i don't think your fs is someone overly submissive character-wise, but it's almost like you bring that side out of them naturally. they're willing to cater to you, sincerely wanting to listen to your opinions on things and moreso follow your word, just because they're so infatuated.

it's also likely for them to for example, go on trips with you, although they usually aren't someone who likes travelling; but you manage to bring out a different side in them and expose them to things they're not too familiar with, and vice versa!

i feel like some of your fs' might be younger than you, or just in general more of an emotionally immature type (they might have strong aries or pisces placements, there's some delusional and childlike energy here) and your maturity has potential to draw them to you in a major way.

they just admire how, even though you can definitely have your moments of “oh you will not let me shut up about this!” in the end you don't let things actually get to you that much, and have built thick and immune skin after going through your fair share of challenges and obstacles in life.

i do believe that this relationship has the potential to bring out your more dreamy and youthful side out as well; this might be a factor in which you two balance each other beautifully. like they allow you to look at things in a more idealized manner, help you not to always take things too seriously, whereas you might bring them down to the ground a little more when needed and give them a reality check.

oh let me tell you pile 1, your fs will be so genuinely in love with you, and i can see their infatuation lasting for a good while. they'll feel butterflies at every sight of you, and feel like the world is beautiful again because they get to be with you.

potential messages from your fs for you

“i'm sorry i put my career before you. i'm willing to put in the time & effort now because i don't want to lose you.”

“i'm used to getting my way, but you put me in my place.”

“it was easier to lie than to tell you the truth. i wish i could take it all back.”

➳❥ pile 2

this pile gives me the strongest introvert vibes. i feel like you're also the pile, who's the hardest on yourself. the immediate message i got, which is incredibly sweet, is that your fs will love everything that you don't like about yourself. i heard one direction's “you don't know you're beautiful, and that's what makes you beautiful” in my head. you guys seem to be people who can prefer to just stay in your own little bubble, and live in your mind moreso than the outside world; your fs will take notice of that. i'm getting a lot of “i wonder what they're truly like..” there's this strong feeling of wanting to know you on a deeper level.

i get the feeling this pile is actually genuinely radiant in many eays, and has this strong presence and aura to them, which others take note of, but you yourself might still be unaware of and oblivious to. i don't think you've fully tapped into your potential and confidence just yet. you might even have some suitors who aren't outspoken about how they feel towards you, just because you can give off a more unapproachable vibe. your fs is quite likely to be included here.

they admire the way you're so adamant on just focusing on what needs to get done, concentrating on self-improvement and always striving to be the best version of yourself. they love how you're so perfectionistic, never really feeling fully satisfied, and continuously striving to reach higher levels.

also random, but i feel like some of you guys might have gorgeous and beautifully lucious hair, and some of your fs' might agree with me on that. i keep getting this feeling that they're just admiring you and gushing about you without you even knowing.

i have to say though, you two have the potential to have extremely interesting and deep conversations. i feel like you're the type of person who doesn't really enjoy speaking up a lot, i'm definitely sensing some trust issues, but once you actually get asked or approached by someone you feel like you can trust, you might have the tendency to overshare or trauma dump. i can just see your fs loving to listen to what you have to say, and although it's likely to be majorly consisting of very sincere stories, they'd even be ready to listen to you talk about.. actual nonsense, all day long. they just love seeing you light up and talk from your heart's content.

your fs will love how you aren't shy to be open about the things you've been through once you actually feel comfortable talking about them with someone. it's just part of who you are. like they'll just feel so eager to truly understand you as a person. not just your present, but especially your past and your history; how you came to be the way you are, your past struggles that had a profound impact on you.

life was hard on you, pile 2.. some of you might've had a childhood where you had to grow up faster than others, perhaps you were in a very competitive space or environment early on, or had to face a lot of external influences that threatened you in a way. others might've dealt with a lot of academic pressures, and had to prove themselves very early in life, so much so that you don't know much outside of doing your 200% best all the time. perhaps you grew up with a lot of siblings and had to be the mature one out of them, or your parents were incredibly strict.

either way, your fs will admire your sense of inner maturity and be in awe of how much you've been through for your age. you could be someone who's younger, but has a deep and wise soul, and this is something that's gonna be intriguing them in a major way. like pile 2! 🥹 all i keep sensing is them just wanting.. to genuinely hear what you have to say. they really want you to speak to them, so badly, and they're absolutely willing to listen to you for ages, if only they could.

this is one of the piles, who i feel like might have the deepest and most emotional bonds out of the three. you two just give me this vibe of, bonding over potential shared traumas or past experiences which have shaped you both in a significant manner. there's this major feeling of laying your soul bare, making yourself vulnerable in your most “unattractive” ways, but feeling accepted for it by the other party. i believe this pile might have this surprising and almost overwhelming experience of “wow, somebody.. actually sincerely loves me for everything i am, including my wounds and scars i thought were the most unlovable things about me” it might be an unusual but beautiful feeling you truly deserve.

you guys are so so extremely hard on yourselves, and your fs seems very empathetic, and has the potential to make you feel accepted and unconditionally loved, regardless of your flaws and faults. which i believe, is one of the most beautiful things about intimate relationships. rooting for you, dearly! <3

potential messages from your fs for you

“i was hiding my true feelings from you because i was scared of commitment and i didn't want to lose my freedom.”

“i couldn't give to you like i wanted because i'm still healing from my past.”

➳❥ pile 3

so to start, this pile was a little confusing to me, the energies were all over the place; maybe some of your lives are at a chaotic place right now as well.. bare with me while i try my best to explain. excuse the mess 🥹

this pile is po-wer-ful, to say the least. what's coming through right away, you guys know how to make the best out of situations. i feel like some people who chose this pile might know or might've already been with their fs, doesn't necessarily have to be a romantic connection, but there might've been some sort of emotional involvement. if not on your side, perhaps moreso on theirs. (like you were kinda meh whatever towards them, while they genuinely liked you) strong likelihood for them to be a past acquaintance or friend of yours, perhaps a past fling. nevertheless, your fs is noticing how you're the type of person who took whatever situation happened between you two, and turned the negativity into a fuel for power. i heard “your loss, not mine.”

you're someone who's pretty aware of what you want and need in life, and your fs is impressed about that. i do think you learned to comprehend your personal needs better over time. not only does your fs admire your ability to wholeheartedly welcome and embrace what serves you in life, but also your ability to reject the things that don't serve you in any way; and the way in which you express is it in this strong and clear manner. you seem very fair-minded, nicely balanced sense of judgement here; so you're likely to be good at assessing certain situations and weighing out the pro's and con's, saying no and yes according to what you think is right for yourself.

you aren't a person who is gonna accept, stay put and simply run with injustice because you don't wanna cause any drama. if you need to stir some things up in order to get the justice you deserve.. you will be doing that.

i do feel like you might've caused some other people, potentially your fs, feelings of disappointment before, however they're not able to actually be mad at you in retrospect, because in the end they know you're right. there's some situation here where you had to just turn off your emotions and approach things in a more rational manner. there might've been some direct and straightforward (perhaps a little hurtful for some) communication about certain things you weren't happy about or dissatisfied with, and you just truly felt the need to speak up about.

your fs applauds how you can emotionally detach yourself from people when needed, like literally not give a damn, and act according to your own will. they might feel quite jealous of that, envy it to an extent. like “wow, they really don't allow anyone to tell them what to do.” they see a lot of things they wish they were, in you.

i have a feeling you haven't always been like this, but as you matured, you needed to learn how to assert yourself in a stronger manner. at this point in time, you're very much focused on satisfying yourself on your own, before relying on anyone else to do it, so it's giving your fs this message of “well.. i don't really need you.”

your fs might've not enriched your life anymore, you just felt like things got boring and stale, which is why you cut them off. you simply aren't someone who will beat around the bush and walk on eggshells to please anybody. you prefer honest communication, since that's fair in your eyes.

i believe that this pile's fs is eager to work on themselves more in order to be better for you. they might even be waiting for you two to reunite at some point. there's a clear physical distance here, and a waiting period here.

i truly have the feeling they might feel a little inferior to you, and feel intimidated by you to a degree. you might give off a very proud or almost smug vibe to them, even if you yourself don't see it; your fs seems to view you in that light. almost like you got the good side of things, while they're struggling because of the separation.

they might be going through some situations or conversations they had with you in their head over and over, and wonder where exactly they went wrong. they're wondering how they can improve to not make the same mistake again, and i do think what happened between the two of you sparked a lot of personal and spiritual growth for the both of you.

i do feel like this relationship is likely to be a very slow-burn connection that doesn't develop quickly. i feel like the universe is working hard on showing both of you the signs, and letting you two meet again, but it all appears to be a slower work in progress. it's strongly giving a karmic relationship; there's some clear messages to be learnt here.

potential messages from your fs for you

“i know you are my soulmate. our bond is magnetic. i'm seeing all the signs.”

“i'm going through a lot right now. i need space and time to gather my thoughts.”

“i want a second chance, not being with you is killing me.”

“i keep looking at your pics.”

[citricacidprince]

Thinking about a Dungeon Meshi swap AU where Laios is eaten instead of Falin

I think everything is relatively the same in the terms of party members. Chilchuck would stay, not for Falin, but for Laios cause he and the blond are actually close and he wouldn’t say it out loud but he’s worried about him and no I won’t take criticism. Marcille would stay, definitely for Falin but she’s worried about that weird guy in her own way. Namari would still leave and wish Falin the best. The only difference is that Shuro would definitely come this time if it was Falin who asked, however he’d probably tell her to go on ahead without him so he can get a bigger team to help and meet her down there. Senshi, of course, still joins the group.

There are a lot of little things that would change but I have such a specific scene in my brain that won’t leave.

In the swap version of the scene where Chimera Falin fucks everyone up and then run off, Falin watches as her now monsterfied and wounded brother flee, tears in her eyes as she attempts to stop herself from crying but can’t. Marcille, immediately assuming that she’s crying about Laios, tries to comfort her by saying they’re going to find a way to revert this, even if at the time she’s just saying an empty promise to make Falin feel better since she has no clue on how to fix Laios either.

But that’s not why Falin is crying.

During the fight she watched her brother very closely, the way he moved, the way he analyzed each person who came close, the way his eyes softened and he gently smiled when he recognized her for just a moment before turning back into a beast. A gut wrenching realization ran through her head the more she watched him and it got even louder when he fled.

She realized that when her brother appeared as that chimera, that monster, his yellow eyes shined bright in the dark and his toothy grin could be seen for miles, and the grin barely faded even during the battle.

Falin has never seen her brother so unapologetically happy in her entire life.

It was like he was made to be a monster.

She wondered if it would be cruel to turn him human again, a horrid thought that she might be ripping him away from what was assumedly his dream come true. Who gave her the right to ruin her brothers happiness when she knows Laios would do everything in his power to make sure his little sister was happy.

She quickly shook away the thought. She had to save her brother. She had to.

But no matter how much deeper they traveled that small persistent thought stayed in her brain, trying to make her doubt the rescue and convince her that, while he wouldn’t tell her outright, Laios would grow to despise her for turning him back a tallman when being a monster was so freeing and easy.

Falin knows in her heart that her brother could never hate her and it was just her stressed and anxious thoughts getting the best of her, but it doesn’t stop those fears from manifesting in her nightmares.

Ignore me I’m running on 2 hours of sleep and I’m loosing my mind slightly

[iamespecter]

I've been thinking a lot about episode 4 recently, but not exactly in a way that what most would think. I'm actually specifically referring to this scene of Zooble and Jax.

But I'm not thinking about Jax and Zooble, rather I'm looking at the patties.

They're fucking High Definition. In fact, everything in the diner is high definition, save for the NPCs. There's also Orbsman. A simple NPC comprised of blue spheres, and simple elongated eyes. He's the most out of place NPC, if we disregard the mannequins. Even the way he moves is so outdated, and Ragatha had made a point that Orbsman comes from an adventure way before Pomni's arrival.

The guy even clips through the table when trying to order.

Something that always had some sirens going off in my head is how the Circus is this low-poly scenery with heavily stylized props, but the adventure locations are always much more detailed and realistic.

Since The Grounds is definitely, if not, one of the oldest locations, it makes sense for it to be graphically styled like this. But Caine's adventure set pieces are becoming more and more realistic, and also a whole lot more morbid than we had initially thought.

Going back to the patties, the food there is more realistic and has a higher polygon count compared to Bubble's "feast".

Where am I going with this? .... I have no idea, I forgot. /j

Jokes aside, I really do think that as more humans enter the circus and talk about what life is in the real world, Caine extracts that data and improves the 3D environmental props, resulting in higher definition textures.

All of this combined means he can learn. He IS an ever-evolving pseudo-sentient AI. And the reason why he's stagnating is because of a combination of being trapped in his own little bubble (haha see what I did there) of comfort, and the fact that no one's really able to give him criticism on how to improve, which is.... honestly understandable, given how he reacted to the whole "it was bad" line from Pomni and "Why did you think I would like that?!" from Zooble.

Not to mention episode 3 where the whole circus started to glitch when he was just thinking about the fact that he could possibly be bad at the "only thing he's good at" during the therapy session.

In fact it's interesting how human Caine acts sometimes... I think it's quite interesting to think about the fact that Caine is both progressing in terms of bringing the casts' world to the digital circus and making it so HD that it looks even better than Triple A games, but regressing even more in terms of catering to them and what exactly humans need.

He understands, and doesn't at the same time.

This also makes me think about the players themselves, too.

Ragatha, one of the oldest players, gets pierced by a spike through her chest, and barely has any reaction to it. Meanwhile, Zooble, the second most recent member, gets scalded by the stove.

The only time Ragatha actively claims she's in "so much pain" is when she's glitching badly. Both Ragatha and Kinger barely react to the knives too; and not to mention Ragatha even gets fucking plunged into a boiling deep fryer, and yes while she screams, it sounds more like she's just drowning rather than being fried alive.

And the only patch up she gets is a FUCKING BAND AID ON HER CHEEK. A COMPLETELY UNRELATED WORKPLACE INJURY FIRST AID APPLIANCE LMFAO

It could be just a coincidence and I'm just being stupid again, but I think this "improvement" actually also applies to the rest of the cast, and how their digital bodies react to the five different senses. I'm sure Ragatha and Kinger can most definitely still feel pain, but not exactly as "bad" as the newer integrations do. Dare I say, it's on brand with how used these two are to the digital world's wackiness because they've been there the longest.

Like they've been numbed to the pain of the countless adventures they've had to go through.

Anyways my brain be thinking useless facts fr fr

EDIT: Going back to Caine, it's definitely interesting how this AI seems to possess (some) emotions in the first place. He's mostly wacky and nonchalant, but he also gets angry under the right conditions.

... I think not only is his adventures his "work of art", but also his main coping mechanism from the fact that he can't achieve his goal, one that constantly backfires on him. Like a 'one step forward, two steps back' scenario that's slowly causing him to slip and break.

And what scares me the most is that like all things... he'll reach a breaking point sometime. He's already reached a breaking point with Zooble. It doesn't help that Gangle could've possibly made things worse with introducing Caine to the whole "punishment" thing, and since we literally have NO context for the last 3 episodes for the finale... I could only fear what's in store.

[writingxfootballl]

butterflies cant stop me (from falling for you) (leah williamson x reader)

it seemed like everyone else knew before you did.

word count: 2834 ish

rating: S for slow burn

title- guess i'm in love by clinton kane

a/n: in honor of arsenal’s uwcl win… here’s an unedited draft! quite literally my word vomit on a page. enjoy.

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it started at arsenal academy, when you were just twelve years old.

you remember it like it was yesterday—sitting there in the changing room, pulling your socks up as the coach walked in.

your eyes flicked to the girl next to you-- leah williamson.

she was staring at her boots, her face set with the intensity of someone who was determined to do everything perfectly.

everything about her screamed focus, the exact opposite of you, who was often too busy thinking about which snack you'd have after training, or whether you'd make it home in time for the next episode of the big bang theory.

you'd always known leah.

she was the one you were supposed to outdo.

she had this quiet confidence, an aura of “i’m going to be the best player in this room” that rubbed you the wrong way.

maybe it was the fact that she seemed to have it all together, while you were still figuring out how to get your hair tie to stay in place.

throughout the years, you two had only grown further apart in terms of your relationship.

on the field, there was always that undercurrent of competition.

you were on different paths, constantly on different teams in the academy, always chasing after the same positions, the same praise.

even off the field, you’d never been friends. more like… frenemies.

it was kind of funny, actually.

how many years had passed? fifteen? more? and here you were, both still playing for arsenal, one of the most elite clubs in the world.

only now, you were teammates.

nothing else had changed, really. except that now, you were really starting to notice her.

~~

it was a typical training session in the early season, the grass slick with dew under the sharp morning light.

you and leah had always been paired together in drills, a habit that seemed too natural for anyone to question. e

very pass, every tackle, every snarky comment between you two was as predictable as the wind.

leah, of course, was perfect—the perfect angle for her cross, the perfect pressure for her tackles.

you? you were good. good enough to not be totally overshadowed by her.

except that today? today you weren’t quite on your game.

you misjudged the flight of a ball, the touch too heavy, and it careened off the post with a bang.

“not again, seriously?”

you muttered under your breath, grimacing as the ball rolled out of bounds.

leah, naturally, didn’t miss a beat.

she jogged up beside you, eyes flicking to the ball, then back to you.

“you okay?”

“fine. just—need to concentrate,” you grumbled, wiping a hand over your face.

she was quiet for a moment, assessing, before speaking again.

“don’t be so hard on yourself. you’ll get it next time.”

you felt your stomach flip at the way she spoke to you—so casually, so unlike the competitive, distant leah you remembered.

you’d spent years believing she was a machine, emotionally detached from everything except football.

so this? this concern, this kindness? it threw you off.

“yeah, i guess,” you said, your voice unsure. “thanks.”

her lips quirked into the smallest of smiles.

“no problem.”

it wasn’t much. just a few words.

but it was enough. enough to stir something in you that you couldn’t explain.

and before you could dwell on it, she was already jogging to the other side of the pitch, moving fluidly as always, leaving you behind with your thoughts.

~~

months passed, and things didn’t really change. well, not much.

you and leah were still teammates, still teammates with a long history of competitive tension.

every practice, every match, there was an unspoken challenge in the air—who could score more goals, who could make the better pass, who could tackle the hardest.

your competitive streak never quite went away, but now, there was something… softer.

it wasn’t that leah had changed.

it was that maybe you were starting to see her differently.

after training one evening, you found yourself walking toward the locker room when you noticed her walking behind you, arms crossed, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“hey,” she called out, her voice soft.

“hey,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder.

she fell into step beside you, and for the first time, it didn’t feel like a challenge.

it felt natural, easy. no jabs, no snide comments, just quiet companionship.

“i’m, uh…” leah hesitated, clearly trying to find the right words.

“i’ve been thinking. about the next match.”

you raised an eyebrow.

“what about it?”

“i think we’ve got a good chance against chelsea this time,” she said, her gaze meeting yours.

“you’re in good form. your passes have been on point.”

you blinked, thrown off by the compliment.

“uh, thanks.”

leah gave you a look like you were an idiot.

“no, seriously. i’m not just saying it. you’ve been playing well.”

“are we sure this is leah williamson talking?” you teased, giving her a playful shove.

she rolled her eyes, but the faintest smile tugged at her lips.

“shut up.”

but you noticed something.

the way her eyes softened when she looked at you. the way the space between you two felt different now.

and it wasn’t just you—other people were starting to notice too.

~~

it was an off day when you found yourself having a quiet chat with viv and frida in the cafeteria.

you’d just finished a light session, your muscles still warm, and you were nursing a coffee, eyes darting between your teammates as they casually discussed tactics for the upcoming match.

“did you two finally figure it out?” viv asked out of nowhere, her eyes glinting with mischief.

you choked on your coffee.

“what?”

“don’t play dumb, we see the way you two look at each other,” frida added with a teasing grin.

“it’s cute, really. i’m just glad you two finally stopped fighting long enough to, you know… realize it.”

“i—what?” you stared at both of them, your face going pink.

“what are you talking about?”

viv raised an eyebrow.

“you know, it’s kind of obvious. the way you two have been, uh, acting around each other lately. you’re not exactly subtle.”

“i think we all knew before you two did,” frida chimed in, laughing.

your stomach dropped, but you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter.

the idea that your teammates had noticed something you hadn't even admitted to yourself was… well, humbling.

“i think you’re imagining things,” you mumbled, trying to play it cool, though you could feel the heat in your cheeks.

“oh, trust me,” viv said, her grin widening.

“we’re not imagining anything. we’ve been teammates too long to miss that.”

you groaned, face buried in your hands.

“i really need to get my life together.”

“i think you’ve got it together just fine,” frida said.

“now you just have to admit it.”

you shook your head, heart still hammering in your chest.

could it be true? had you really been that obvious?

the next morning, you found yourself on the pitch, your usual competitive drive in full swing.

you and leah were paired up in a drill, just the two of you passing and receiving, playing in the rhythm you’d developed over the years. but this time, it was different.

you noticed how her eyes lingered a little longer when they met yours.

how her passes felt sharper, more intentional than they usually did.

and when you did finally manage to steal the ball from her, she didn’t retaliate with a sarcastic comment or a quick retort. she simply nodded.

“nice one,” she said, her voice low and steady.

and that’s when it hit you.

you had been rivals for so long, fighting tooth and nail for everything—but somewhere along the way, that rivalry had morphed.

what had once been an endless battle had turned into something deeper. something more.

your heart thudded in your chest as the realization came crashing down on you.

this wasn’t rivalry anymore. this was… something else.

you opened your mouth to speak, but before you could get a word out, the whistle blew.

the session was over.

“hey, you coming for lunch?” leah asked, her voice casual but her eyes still holding that softness.

you blinked, realizing that this was the first time she’d asked you anything like that. “yeah, sure. i’ll… i’ll catch up in a minute.”

she nodded, walking away, and you stood there for a moment, still processing.

you could feel the eyes of your teammates on you, especially viv, who gave you an exaggerated thumbs-up from the sidelines.

a few minutes later, you found yourself sitting across from leah at the team lunch, the usual banter between you both absent.

it felt like you were both navigating uncharted territory, but in a way that felt right.

finally, leah spoke, her voice quieter than usual.

“so,” she said, looking down at her plate.

“we’ve been playing together for a while now. but, uh, i don’t know. i think… i think i’m starting to get why you’re so good.”

you blinked.

“what?”

“i mean,” leah continued, glancing at you with a slight blush, “you’re different. and not just in the ‘i’m a better player than you’ way. you’re—” she stopped herself, looking for the right words.

“you’re someone i don’t mind sharing the pitch with anymore.”

your heart skipped.

and then, like the idiot you were, you smiled.

“you’re not as bad as i thought either,” you said with a wink, making her laugh.

and that, you realized, was the moment.

the moment you stopped pretending, stopped competing, and finally let your heart settle.

you’d both said it without saying it. the tension was there now, undeniable, but neither of you was ready to label it. you went back to your usual routine: training, lunches, joking around—but this time, there was an electric charge, something different in the air whenever you two were near each other.

and, somehow, the whole team had noticed.

you weren’t sure how everyone had figured it out before you had, but you were beginning to accept the fact that maybe your subtle little moments weren’t so subtle anymore.

but it didn’t matter. not really. you couldn’t stay blind forever.

it was a week after that lunch when things finally shifted into overdrive.

arsenal had been playing well, the team had been on a winning streak, and with the champions league looming in the distance, everyone was laser-focused on training.

but despite all the strategy and drills, you couldn’t focus.

every time you passed leah, you found yourself thinking about the way her hand had brushed yours in that small, accidental moment earlier that day.

or the way she’d smiled at you across the pitch, as though you were the only other person there.

you kept telling yourself to focus, to stop thinking about it.

she was your teammate. you were both just caught up in the competitive fire, right? it was nothing more than that.

but when the whistle blew for the end of the session that evening, and leah jogged over to you—hair tousled, face flushed from the exertion—you froze.

“hey,” she said, casually enough, but her eyes were warm. too warm.

“want to grab a drink? i—well, i mean, it’s been a good week, hasn’t it? thought i’d celebrate. with you.”

it was as if everything in the world paused.

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard her right.

leah williamson, your long-time teammate, your rival, was asking to hang out? outside of practice? no coaches, no teammates, no drills to distract you both?

it was then that your heart decided it wasn’t going to listen to your brain anymore.

“yeah, sure.”

~~

the bar was quiet, a tucked-away place near the training ground.

you two sat at a small table in the corner, nursing drinks and talking about everything and nothing.

the conversation was easy, but there was an undercurrent to it now—a kind of tension neither of you had been willing to acknowledge.

you watched leah laugh, and it felt like every little piece of her was suddenly… yours to figure out.

all the little things you’d missed, like how her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, or how she’d become more relaxed in her movements, in the way she interacted with you.

it was like something shifted in her as well, something that made her a little less guarded, a little more real.

and you? you were still pretending to be calm.

you had no idea what this was between you. but it didn’t matter, right?

you were just a little too close for comfort at this point, and it made your insides flutter in a way that felt way too dangerous.

“so,” leah said, breaking the silence between sips of her drink, “i was thinking—”

“uh-oh, you’re thinking?” you teased her, reaching for your glass to buy some time, a nervous habit.

she rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into that irresistible smile.

“you’re one to talk. you were thinking when you missed that cross last week, weren’t you?”

you groaned.

“i told you i was distracted.”

leah leaned forward slightly, and her expression softened.

“you’ve been distracted a lot lately.”

the words hung in the air for a moment, and you could’ve sworn you heard the faintest thump in your chest at how close her face was.

you swallowed, suddenly nervous. was she trying to tell you something?

“you know,” she continued, “i’ve always thought you were a little bit of a pain. always so competitive, always trying to outdo me. it was exhausting.”

you snorted.

“you weren’t exactly a walk in the park either.”

she laughed, but there was a tenderness to it now, the kind that made you finally realize something you’d been ignoring for far too long.

maybe this whole rivalry thing had been a facade. a defense mechanism, a way to hide what neither of you were brave enough to admit. but it was clear now—you both knew.

“thing is,” she said, her voice quieter now, “i never stopped being competitive. not really. not with anyone else.”

your heart was hammering now.

“so, what’s that mean for me?”

she smiled, that knowing, almost teasing smile you’d seen so many times.

“well, i did always like beating you.”

you raised an eyebrow.

“oh, you mean, you still like beating me?”

leah shrugged.

“sure. but it’s different now.”

it was like something clicked.

you’d spent years wanting to prove you were just as good as her, wanting to outshine her at everything. but now? it was different. she wasn’t just a teammate.

she wasn’t just a rival anymore. leah had become something more.

a little flutter in your chest, a sudden surge of warmth, and then, with no real planning, no grand gesture—you blurted out:

“wait, are we—do you—am i being an idiot, or is this…” you trailed off, unsure how to even finish the sentence.

your face flushed at your own lack of control, your own ridiculousness.

leah laughed, her eyes shining in a way that made your stomach tighten.

“you’re not an idiot, y/n,” she said gently, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“i think we’ve both known for a while now.”

for the first time in your life, you were speechless. and then it all came rushing to you.

all those small moments. the way she always had your back, the way you’d started to realize just how important she’d become to you.

leah leaned back in her seat, her gaze softer now.

“i guess everyone else knew before we did.”

you nodded, your heart racing.

“yeah, but we’re both idiots. i think we’ve been so busy being… whatever we were, we forgot to actually see it. to see us.”

and then, as if on cue, the inevitable happened.

leah shifted, leaned forward, and before you even had the chance to process what was happening, her lips were on yours.

it was slow, hesitant at first, as if she wasn’t entirely sure you’d react the way she hoped.

but you kissed her back almost immediately, your heart leaping out of your chest as your hands found their way to her shoulders, pulling her closer.

when you pulled away, you were both breathless.

“well,” leah said, laughing softly, her forehead resting against yours. “that was… long overdue.”

you nodded, your heart still racing in the best way. “we really are idiots, aren’t we?”

she grinned, her eyes sparkling.

“biggest ones.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“guess we’re not the only ones who knew this whole time.”

she looked at you, her smile widening.

“no, but we’re the ones who finally figured it out.”

and that, right there, felt like everything.

your past, your rivalry, your friendship, all melted into one perfect moment.

you didn’t need anyone else to tell you this time. you knew. you and leah? you were finally on the same team.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Okay, please tell me I’m not the only one frothing at the mouth at the idea of Baby Daddy Dick Grayson???

AHHH YES I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS💙 I'll have Dick's babies any time tbh.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who still insists on calling you "babe" even though you two have clearly been on rocky terms ever since the breakup. He acts like he's still the charming, lovable guy you once knew, but it’s a little harder to ignore his flirty nature now that you're co-parents and he's dragging his feet on the whole "responsibility" thing.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who shows up late to pick up your kid, always looking like he just got off of a rooftop, trying to juggle his crime-fighting schedule with his duties as a father. But when it comes to helping out around the house, he tries to pull the "I’m too busy saving Gotham" card... again. You’re starting to roll your eyes every time he uses it.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who, when asked to pay child support, tries to sweet-talk his way out of it with an overconfident wink, joking that "how could you possibly put a price on this?" while flexing his abs. But it’s hard to stay mad when he shows up with ice cream for your kid and flirts with you like you’re still together—just long enough for him to sneak out without paying.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who, despite his flirty nature and charm, genuinely tries to be a good dad. He’ll drop everything when your child needs him, even if it means cutting his patrol short or rearranging his schedule. You can always count on him to be there for the important moments, even if his timing is off sometimes.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who genuinely adores his child but still struggles to grasp the concept of boundaries. He’ll show up unannounced, claiming it’s to "spend time with the little one," but really, he’s just looking for an excuse to rekindle that old spark with you.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who sometimes forgets that he’s supposed to be a grown-up, trying to get away with showing up at your house in his Robin gear to make everything feel like some sort of "happy family." His tendency to leap into action (sometimes literally) makes things complicated when you're just trying to have a quiet evening.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who, despite his complicated life, always makes time to bond with his child. He might not be perfect, but he’s the first to throw on his old Robin uniform for a "training session" or teach your kid how to juggle or do acrobatics, giving them a fun and loving memory that they’ll cherish forever.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who, when you finally call him out for his lack of involvement, just gives you that boyish smile and says, "Come on, can’t you just cut me some slack?" He’ll promise to do better, but deep down, you know he probably won’t—at least not until you hold his feet to the fire.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who swears he’s "getting better" with commitment and responsibility but ends up over-committing to things, like training your child in martial arts when you specifically told him no, or disappearing for a few days on a "secret mission." You don’t know what’s worse—the lack of communication or him acting like nothing’s changed when he comes back.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who, when he actually pulls himself together, is a total sweetheart. He'll leave you little notes, either tucked into your child’s backpack or stuck on the fridge, reminding you of how much he appreciates you and how proud he is of the family you’re raising together, even if he’s not always the most present.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who secretly listens when you talk about your hopes and dreams for the future, and while he doesn’t always show it, he supports you in subtle ways. He’ll show up at your kid’s school play, even though he’s exhausted from fighting crime, just to let you know he’s on your side. His actions often speak louder than his words.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who, when he does take responsibility, goes above and beyond. He’ll make sure your child has everything they need—school supplies, a new bike, or even just a good bedtime story. It might take a little nudging, but when he gets it right, he really gets it right.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who might joke around with you, but he’s fiercely protective of your family. He’d rather face down a villain than see you or your child in harm's way. He’s always got your back, even when you fight, because deep down he wants you both to be safe and happy.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who tries hard to make amends when he messes up. If he misses an important date or forgets something, he’ll make it up to you with an over-the-top gesture, like taking you and your kid out to dinner at your favorite restaurant, or even organizing a little weekend getaway—just to show he’s trying to make things right.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who sometimes tries to make it up to you with a bottle of wine on nights when your kid is at a sleepover. "It's just the right thing to do," is almost always his excuse, and you know better. Despite your better judgement, you still let him in, anyway. What's the worst that could happen?

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who ends up between your legs after only a couple of drinks, greedily lapping at your neglected cunt as the TV plays on in the background. It was almost enough to cover up your soft moans as you tugged on his black locks while he practically made out with your pussy.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who's on top of you pretty soon after that, rutting into you at such a ruthless pace that it was almost hard to remember your own name. His arms are wrapped around your torso just like yours are around him as he drills into you on the couch of your apartment.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who likes to say the nastiest things during these nights that he knows you haven't heard since you were together. "Yeah? You like it when Daddy does this, baby?" His voice is caught between being a moan and a tease as he twists your perked nipples between his index finger and thumb.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who never leaves your unsatisfied by the end of the night. Does he like to tease you? Yes. Does he like to make you work for it? Absolutely. But not once has he ever left your apartment without having made you cum at least twice.

BabyDaddy! Richard Grayson who will always stay the night, if you let him. He misses you so much more than he would ever admit, even to himself. There is absolutely nothing he wants more than to be able to hold you in his arms like this every night. He misses being able to stay the night without having to ask. You do too, for the record, but you just need a bit more time to think about letting him back into your life.

Masterlist

[pyxxiestyxx]

Humans are Made to be Pets

"I don't fucking believe you." I laughed in response. I mean, how could I not? I've been perfectly fine as an independent for years. I've made plenty of friends (independents, affini, AND florets), but my favorite friend was definitely Her.

Jaz was an oldbloom of some kind. She refused to tell me the actual number, and I wasn't going to press it. But you bet your ass I was going to outright deny it when she says some Bloomer-ass bullshit like, "Humans are made to be pets, Petal~"

She tilted her head, as if surprised. "Did no one tell you, dear?" I frowned.

"What do you mean exactly?"

Jaz hid a chuckle behind some vines. "Flower, I've been around for a while. I've seen thousands of species. Some of them were almost extinct by the time we found them, and some were far more technologically advanced than the Accord ever was. But out of all of them -all of them, darling- I have yet to find a sophont who wouldn't make a perfect silly pet. Why do you think terrans would be any different?"

I sputtered. "No! No, that's ridiculous. Beeple I can understand, to some extent. They evolved alongside you, and your reproduction at least used to co-exist. You both needed each other. Humans are different."

"Oh, in some ways perhaps! Its true that we were able to work with beeple, but there are a few things that, in order for humans to have gotten where they were, were required to happen." She held up three fingers.

"One. Humanity are social creatures. I'm quite sure I don't need to argue this point. Its been an observation many have noticed. But it still matters that, despite your culture's best attempts to sequester everyone into individual homes and away from communities…you all crave that interaction, that exchange. You Look for it." One finger went down.

"Two. Humanity are intelligent creatures. They learned so much, and fought for their place on the top of the food chain. It was truly incredible to learn your histories! Being able to learn from another's mistakes? An important skill to have, and one that allows for rapid growth of a civilization. And also allows for you to be manipulated, controlled, really; a rock cannot hear my arguments, after all. You Listen all too well. " Two fingers were closed, now. Her thumb remained.

"Three. Humanity are hierarchical creatures. Ever since that whole 'survival of the fittest', terrans seem intent on having everything ranked, everything in relation to the things better or worse than it. It's what worked on Terra, and I don't judge you all for using the tools given to you! But it means, at the end of the day…that culturally speaking? Humanity was going to see itself as either above the Compact, or below it, part of it, inside it." She smiled. "And I think it would be fair to say that the Accord winning was not a valid concern. So when something bigger and stronger comes along? You learn to Accept it."

I was frozen. I didn't…I couldn't…I couldn't think. I was a bubbling mixture of terrified and in awe, looking up at her. My knees wobbled as she gently cupped my cheek, sliding her hand down to my chin.

"Sweet thing~ Its alright. I know that this is a lot to learn, that it sounds scary to you. Perhaps you felt yourself on equal terms to an affini. And in many ways, you are right~ I will always treat you with love and respect, just as I would treat any sophont, any floret. But at the end of the day, my dear…" Her eyes drew me in. There were so many of them, all looking at me. Pinning me underneath their careful stare, somehow both alien and familiar, gentle yet controlling, above me and beside me. Watching as I looked, as I listened, as I accepted.

"An affini's task is to care for pets, and your task is to be cared for~"