#(oK SO THIS IS NEXT LETS... SEE... HOW THIS GOES)

[the-dreams-i-dream-blog]

The summary:

2025 the boys of BTS were in the biggest band of the world, they have sold out shows and finished their mandatory military service. The world was theirs until an accident that happened in the year 2027 with their bandmate Jeon Jungkook. They all decided to break up after this accident, nobody speaking about it until now…. These are their interviews.

Pairing: yandere jungkook x reader

Warning: Hey guys this is a mini chapter it’s chapter 2.0. It has humor and serious moments, but nothing to dark yet. I decided to try something new. It is a little unhinged lol.

Mini Chapter 2.0- Feelings

(Video recording of y/n finding out she won the Weverse contest.)

Hi guys, I’m so excited right now Weverse is just about to release the winner of the BTS comeback contest. I’m praying it’s me but if it’s not, that’s OK I know the army that wins it. Will be grateful.

Wait. Wait. They just released the statement.

OH.MY.GOD. I WON

(excitedly screaming)

Screen goes black then back to the BTS boys interviews.

Min Yoongi-

This trip was planned all the way down to the napkin Y/N was going to use. The contest stated that it was a two week trip to Korea. Nothing in that mentions that BTS will meet the winner. Jungkook wanted to make it seem like Y/N just happened to ran into him on the street.He wanted a little of the chase that he always craved.

Kim Taehyung-

Jungkook likes to switch up his personality to fit the situation. It was no different for the scenario. The player man he had became finally stopped. The man who would drink morning day and night slow down. All because y/n didn’t seem to like those traits. 

Kim Namjoon-

Him finally getting her to Korea seems so familiar to me, like I’ve heard the story before then BAM it hits me. Jungkook is Hades and y/n is Persephone. Korea is his hell, his domain.

Kim Seokjin-

Wait.

I’m sorry Namjoon really compared

Jungkook to Hades and y/n to Persephone?

(He lets out a loud laugh)

Aish.

Namjoon always trying to bring his books to life.

Interviewer- Do you think they resemble that pair? 

Kim Seokjin-

Oh yeah for sure… them or Princess Peach and Browser

(He continued to laugh)

Interviewer- OK can you state when YN arrived to Korea?

Park Jimin-

Seeing Jungkook track her the moment she got off that plane was like seeing a cat with a mouse. She was just excited to travel, but what she didn’t know was that this prize she had won wasn’t just for her.

Flashback

Y/n POV

Cloudy and rainy was the weather Korea had when I landed my eyes kept wandering around the airport, not believing that I was actually here.

“Wow” I said under my breath I finally moved my feet so I can reach a cab. It feels unreal how I got here. The fact that I won the contest is just… wow.

When I finally got into the cab, the thought I should’ve remembered was that I don’t know Korean.

“어디로 가시나요?” Asked the cab driver. I blinked trying to comprehend what he just said. two knocks on the cab window, brought me back to reality.

I roll down the window and see there is a man standing there. I hoped and prayed he knew some kind of English and thank God he did.

“Are you y/n?” The man asks

“Yes…yes I am, I’m sorry how do you know my name?”

“You won the BTS contest, correct?” He keeps asking questions.

“Yes?” I responded

“I will be your driver for the next two weeks. You are here complementary of BTS”

 The drive to the hotel I was going to be staying in was amazing, the whole time BTS music was playing. It felt like a 2000’s movie where the main character goes to the big city. When I finally get to the hotel, I couldn’t believe how beautiful the room was and how big it was. on the bed was the free BTS merch and a bunch of snacks. I decided I wanted some light in the room so I went to the window and opened the curtains, and Boy was the view something I’ve never thought I would see. I’m just kind of upset that I couldn’t bring a plus one on this trip. 

(Back to the interviewers)

Park Jimin-

Oh yeah I forgot!

Jungkook made sure she couldn’t bring a plus one.

He didn’t need someone in the way of his plans.

Min Yoongi-

He thought about everything, except the fact that she didn’t speak any Korean.

Kim Seokjin-

This stupid stupid boy

HA!

He didn’t think about that detail!

She was American that only spoke English.

Min Yoongi-

The only person who was in the way of his plan was himself

(He let out a little laugh)

Kim Namjoon-

I really didn’t want anything to do with this.

So I distanced myself from him I mean, I talked to him during rehearsals but I pulled back.

I’m the type of person who knows their limits and boundaries and Jungkook during this time was breaking all of my boundaries and limits.

Kim Taehyung-

What a shame he was fucked in the head.

Interviewer- Wait I’m sorry I feel like we are getting away from the story here. Just tell us when Jungkook finally decided to approach y/n?

Jung Hoseok-

I will keep it short… okay?

She got off that plane.

She started having everything tracked.

They met at the Han River at 7:37am because she wanted to experience it early when not a lot of people were there.

Jungkook just happened to be on a early morning “run”

(Hoseok rolls his eyes)

Interviewer- I’m sorry you look annoyed, what’s wrong?

Jung Hoseok-

It’s just…

I know I could’ve stopped this somehow. I’m annoyed at him and I’m annoyed at myself.

She didn’t want this she never asked Jungkook to do the things he did.

I saw everything he was doing, and I didn’t step in to stop it. I blame myself for that night.

(He starts to tear up)

Min Yoongi-

Hoseok and I were really close to y/n, she became our little sister. Hobi blames himself a lot because he dropped her off at her and Jungkook’s place that night knowing she didn’t feel comfortable.

I’m sorry I’m going way ahead of the story.

Interviewer- No.No. It’s okay, I want to hear your guy’s feelings, we can continue the beginning in the next episode.



***Sorry guys if this one seems off I wanted to try something new for this. That’s why it’s a mini chapter if you don’t like how it came out please let me know. Chapter 3 will be out next week and it will be more on top of the beginning and go into detail. Love you guys

Tagz: @kokoandkookie @petersasteria @crispynutella







[trickster-archangel]

Sweetheart. It's way worse than this. It's what made me freak out and deeply hate this movie.

I still stand that it wasn't really a hug but an attempt at taking Bob away from Void before he got engulfed, and in the end it morphed into a hug.

But it's definitely written, and loved, and praised, by people who clearly DON'T KNOW FUCK about mental illnesses or crisis situations. You don't heal depression with a hug, you don't hug a potential suicide out of his attempt. I know this is a fucking movie, BUT IT'S THEIR FAULT THAT THEY WILLINGLY PLAYED THE CARD OF MENTAL ILLNESS AND SCHIZOPHRENIA!!

Have you ever witnessed a first responder, or a policeman, or a negotiator, hurling themselves at the wannabe-suicide on the roof, or the mentally unstable perp threatening the hostages? NO. BECAUSE THAT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL WAY TO GET EVERYONE KILLED.

In Sam’s case, the comparison is even more idiotic: first, because WE KNOW Nat had her own way to calm the Hulk down (but she was white so it was ok I suppose), second because Ross wasn't mentally ill, but under influence, so to say, so the only way to shrink him down was to get to his rational brain and force him out of that state, feel safe, feel reassured, feel human. If Sam had hurled himself to hug&kiss him, he would've been fuckind DEAD.

I hope these people, who are mentally incurable, hurl themselves at a raging Hulk to kiss him better, next time they meet one, and tell me how it goes. Or maybe they can ask the AvengerZ to do it, and report back. For science.

Bob wasn't physically threatening, like Void or Sentry. He was mentally breaking down, and like it happens so often in reality, you talk people down from this state. THAT HUG IS A CHEAP, EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATING WAY, to make people gasp beautiful! As if they knew anything about schizophrenia and suicide.

I was tasked to work in the same office with the bipolar woman nobody wanted around. I was terrified because a single inconsequential event could set her off, she usually skipped her meds when she felt good (guess why she was feeling good...bc of the meds....crazy right??) and I'm no counselor, just someone with a horrible past who've trained herself to handle situations. One day it happened: I came back from the mayor's office and she was freaking out, eyes bugging out, trembling, dismantling desks and cabinets because THEY had planted bugs and hidden cameras to spy on her, and she knew, of course, because a folder wasn't in the same place she remembered. Remember being key word here.

Guess what?? I didn't throw myself at her and hugged her and kisses her better and told her it was ok to feel empty but sharing was caring and we'd be better together, or whatever cheap Twitter self-help shit Yelena told Bob.

I stayed at distance, left the door open, made myself unthreatening and calm, talked with what they call my "psychology confessor mama" voice, and helped her go through her day, her moves, all the things she had supposedly done, all that was around us, helped her finding rooting in her space and time, helped her really looking into places and see there wasn't possibly anything there, and then she breathed again, said sorry, went to throw up, and came back shaken but ok.

I fucking TALKED to her.

Same way I talked down my ex colleague stalker who had forced me in his car at gunpoint, to take a stroll around. I didn't cry, didn't yell, didn't freak out even if I was a terrfied 27 y/o. I calmly talked to him in my "voice", reminding him about his daughter, about why his actions would be terrible for her, about how he hadn’t done anything irreversible yet, how he could still walk out, let me go, and go our separate ways. I didn't fucking hug him. I didn't cling to his emotions, but rather his rationality. That's why I'm still here, today, and not a name on a newspaper title.

Sorry for the personal rant, but these people liking the idiocy of the whole movie and the whole way mental health was treated, are probably the same who believe in The Power Of Magical Dick to heal a rape victim, or think a gunshot victim bleeding out on a street can be helped only compressing the wound for a bit and nothing else.

They have never experienced true trauma, nor met a potential suicide, or a mental ill person during an episode.

This movie is sick, and dangerous.

Spoilers for Thunderbolts under the cut

So, when Sam Wilson (a Black man) saves the day by reminding the villain of their humanity, it's stupid and unrealistic

But when a group of white people do the same thing, it's revolutionary and important.

Is...is that what ya'll are trying to tell me?

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[subaru-meteorlight]

the very incredible experience of scrolling phaidei thirst trap fanart and thinking “if anybody saw this on my phone im gonna get outed as gay” before realising that im perceived as a girl so. ??

[hauntingblue]

Strong world is the nami and luffy twins manifesto written by oda this is my one piece.

You see luffy's finishing attack with his giant hammer being fueled by lightning which is nami's main weapon with her clima tact and she even made the guy steer the islands towards the cyclone so even if the lighting isn't produced by her the lighting is provided by her either way so luffy AND her finished that guy and even luffy attacked after nami announced how he will lose which also means nami knew and trusted luffy to end him after that and of course he did and

Oh my god luffy making nami explain herself about the message he left on the tone dial and being pissed that she didn't trust him to save and protect her but he got so mad and didn't hear the whole message and she asked luffy to save her omg....... she knew after all that they will come and win..... I love this ending I am going to walk into the sea now goodbye.

Why are whitebeard and ace on the ending credits I already cried. Watching aces part again cause he looks so good. Hello alive dead wife

[vriendenboekjes]

was supposed to leave for a performance in like 40 minutes but during dinner i got so woozy 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[koushirouizumi]

Me: Ok. Ok now I just need to watch the Holic stage play with M E: All guy actors

[irisinluv]

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? PT 1

All I could do was stare at my reflection. This had to be a joke. I was going to wake up in my bed, right this instant.

“FUCK!”

Ok, so, pinching myself hurts. That’s fine. This is like. Some sort of lucid dream. What do they say to do if you’re lucid dreaming? Oh, that’s right, put your finger in your palm, it’ll phase through!

I resist the urge to scream as my finger meets solid flesh.

You see, I’m not in the right body. Or the right world from what I can tell. No, I’m supposed to be back home, waking up in a panic as I realize my alarm didn’t go off cuz my phone died after I stayed up way too late reading manga.

But of course, I’m not late to work, I’m in a lavish bedchamber right out of the latest webcomic I’d been reading! And by the looks of it…. I’m the crown princes crazy fiancé! As much as I love reading about the Isekai trope, I never wanted to be in one! And come on- as the Yandere Villain!? Couldn’t this at least be original? There’s hundred of stories just like “my next life as a villainess,” why couldn’t I be like… a stable hand or something? Ugh. Ok. Think!

I need to get home. Do the protagonists ever get back home in the stories I read? I pace around my room and rack my brain over every webcomic I’ve ever read, every manga I waited in line for, every anime I binged, even the unfinished manhwas! I can’t think of a single fucking one where they get home?

Well this isn’t going to stop me. I have a cat who’s going to absolutely flip if she’s not given fresh kibble in the morning. She has enough in her bowl for another 2 days but she needs it topped off ok! She’s a princess! I can’t be stuck here! Who’s going to throw her pompom toy for her if I’m not there???

What did all these have in common? What’s the barebones trope layout? Ok let’s see

1) person either died or falls asleep and wakes up in a new world…. Check

2) person is the villain!…. Check

3) to avoid the characters terrible death, person tries to change the story, ends up being new protagonist…

Ohhh… hey…. Do these Isekai characters ever just…. Play along? Even the “reincarnated as a baby” ones, they only play along till they’re old enough to try to run away or rework the political structure of the entire city. Maybe that’s it. Make it to the books natural end, and you’ll wake up where you belong. It’s like when you get part of a song stuck in your head. Play the whole song, and it’ll get out.

Ok, I’ve trained most of my adult life for this- I can totally ace this trope! I just have to stalk the crown prince, act totally in love with him, and be a bitch to the female lead. Then my finance will leave me, I’ll do some crazy dramatic act to try to kill the female lead, and then I’ll be exiled or executed, and wake up to feed my cat. How hard can it be?

Hard. It’s very hard.

Where the hell did he go!? My fiancé, the crown prince Eric, was JUST HERE. I swear! He turned that corner back there and then went down this hall… at least I think it was this hall? Ugh! This is impossible! For someone with such loud shoes and an armed escort, you’d think he’d be easier to follow! Now my feet just hurt. They don’t make these fancy shoes to run around the castle all day. They’re meant to daintily peek from beneath my many skirts as I host a tea party or some shit.

Ok. I’ve got this! I’ll just peek into each room until I find him, maybe I can get a better feel for the layout, or maybe find his office and see if he has a schedule or a day planner or something I can use to make this whole stalking thing easier.

I begin snooping, and it’s a bit of thrill to be honest! Back in my real life, I’m the kind of person to hide a wrapper deep in the trash can if I’m babysitting, sitting on the floor playing a game on my phone after the kid goes to bed rather than “making myself at home” the way the parents insisted as they showed me how to access Netflix. I’ve never been a snooper. Now…. Well. It’s totally on brand for this character! I’m not me, I’m a psycho lovesick fool! I giggle a bit at that as my fingers trail over a shelf of beautiful pottery in some sort of sitting room.

“What’s so amusing dearest?”

I practically screech as my heart leaps to my throat and I whirl around, and see the very person I’d been searching for has snuck up on ME…. That’s so unfair!

“W-what? O-oh! Nothing! I was just- uh, admiring the pottery?”

I stutter out as I try to recall how to act like a human being while simultaneously trying to stop feeling my own pulse in my ears. The idiot has the nerve to LAUGH! Full on snort and everything!

“What are you doing in this wing anyways? Weren’t you meant to be out riding today?”

Shit. I was so busy trying to figure out his schedule, I didn’t consider maybe the body I was shoved into had a schedule of her own. Ok. Play it cool- I’ve got this!

“Yes, well, I decided I wasn’t in the mood and wanted to stay in today instead.”

His brows furrow

“Oh, but you love riding? Are you feeling ill? I can fetch the royal physician for you if you-“

“No! That’s- that’s quite alright! I simply wanted a change of schedule, that is all. Um… what about you? What are your plans for the day?”

He looked a bit surprised at that, and a small smile danced on his lips.

“I was just going to the library to do some paperwork, boring stuff really, and then of course our dinner at its regular time.”

I nod like that means anything to me. Ok think, if I were crazy in love with this man, what would I say?

“Would you like some company? Reading in the library sounds really nice, maybe we could have some tea as well?”

Ok. I’m already fucking this up. He looks confused…. God damnit …. I knew I shouldn’t have skimmed over those early chapters- but the translation was shit ok!?

“Well… I’d actually love that. But are you sure? You haven’t exactly shown interest in reading, and you’ve never requested something like this before…. In fact I don’t think I can recall the last time we’ve interacted outside of dinner or a scheduled social event in… well. Ever.”

Wait…. What? Isn’t my character like goo-goo-ga-ga over him? Are you telling me she never asks to just… spend time with her lover? They only talk during dinner and parties or whatever?

“Of course, I think it’ll be relaxing! Just lead the way!”

My brain is working overtime as I smile politely at him as we reach the library and I pretend to browse for books. I’m missing something here. What is-

Oh. Shit. That’s right. I’m supposed to be really insecure and awkward about him. That’s why she stalks him- she spends all her free time obsessing over this man from the shadows, threatening the competition…. Yet chokes up when it comes to how to act natural. Her inferiority complex is what drives her entire character. And then to him, they’re just two nobles in an arranged marriage who speak on dull subjects like the weather and horse rides…. And who barely interact.

This must have been a real big shake up, she always stays out of sight, they never run into each other by chance. And she certainly never would ask to sit and read with him…. Maybe watch him do his work from a hidden keyhole somewhere, but that’s right…. She IS more of a traditional lady with her hobbies. She was raised to be the perfect noble wife, so naturally, her hobbies include things like dancing, needlepoint, and horse riding. The only studies she’s interested in are etiquette and things that noble ladies are supposed to know.

Well…. Shit. That’s so like me to already have fucked this up. But that’s ok. That’s ok- he’s going to meet the female lead and fall in love and so I just have to be the obstacle they need to overcome. Surely the details don’t matter too much…. It’s my first day in the job ok? Not everyone’s perfect!

I find a book that honestly actually sounds interesting, it’s historical, but it’s giving Hellen of Troy, the closest to a dark romance I think I’ll get from an academic personal library like this. I settle into what looks like the comfiest chair in the central area, and begin reading. The prince and I exist comfortably, the only sound being the scratch of his pen, and the occasional rustle of paper as he flips a document or I finish a page. We continue like this for several hours until he puts down his pen and clears his throat, getting my attention.

“I know it’s a long way from dinner…. But I was thinking I’d grab something light for a mid day meal and then take a walk about the gardens …. Would you care to join me?”

Honestly, some lunch and pretty royal gardens sounds like so much fun, so I agree. As we begin walking, I ponder how I can recover from all this.

You know what.. this can totally still go to plan. This is just me being the evil villain and sinking my claws into him! The female lead will appear, and I’ll reveal my true, nasty side to her! She’ll have to fight to save the prince from his marriage to me!

*insert evil laughter!*

“You’re smiling.”

“W-what?”

“A smile. It suits you. You’ve been doing that a lot today….. I like it.”

Ok and now I’m blushing. I go to reply when I suddenly find myself weightless for a moment, and then hit the ground with a hard thump.

“Ow! What the-!?”

My eyes snap up and glare at this pretty blonde girl who just rammed into me, and sent me flying

“Do you not know how to watch where you’re going!? Owww…. Ugh.”

Ok I’m sorry I’m usually a nice and understanding person but I’ve never been literally knocked over before! Who does that to a person?

Eric helps me to my feet and sends a reproachful glare toward the girl, asking me if I’m alright with most concerned look…. And the girl gasps and says,

“C-crown prince Eric! I apologize! I’d didn’t recognize you!”

She drops into a curtsy and lowers her eyes all demure and modest as if she hadn’t just bulldozed me. I send an incredulous look toward Eric…. She… didn’t see HIM? I’m the one she took out? He gives me an equally puzzled look and so I decide, you know what, fuck it. I’m this evil person in this world…. I need to act like it!

“And not recognizing his highness is an excuse for taking out the princess consort, soon to be crown princess? Are you blind or just daft?”

Oh my god I really just called someone daft! This feels like when you stay up late thinking all the witty comebacks you could’ve used against your high school bullies, except actually using them in the moment!

And Eric is being a sweetie and letting me handle this, waiting expectantly for blondie to answer me, just prompting her,

“Well?”

“Forgive me…. Princess consort…. You are right. My oversight in inexcusable. It appears neither of us were looking where we were going. I hope we can start fresh!”

I scoff- that’s it? Who does this bitch think she is? Yes, I was looking at Eric, but I was going a walking pace, who rounds a corner with so much force that you knock someone over?

Suddenly something clicks- oh shit! This is the female lead!!!! This scene happened in the story, just without the prince here. This is good, that means this is on track. Although I gotta say- I was much more on the female main characters side when reading it. Now, I just feel like she’s one of those mean girls in high school who’s not *technically* doing anything mean. Anyways- what was I supposed to say? That’s right.

“Yes…. Well. I’m sure we won’t be seeing much of each other anyways. If you’ll excuse me-“

Nailed ittttt…. Now her line?

“Well, actually…. My name is Lady Cressida, and I’ll be staying in the place for several months as my father is a foreign ambassador overseeing trade agreements with his highness the king. So I imagine we will be seeing *plenty* of each other. That goes for you too your highness! So please- forgive me, I look forward to getting to know each of you better!”

Oh that’s so cool, seeing her recite the lines from the story. But ok- I have a role to play as well. I scoff and grab Eric’s arm, pulling him behind me as I storm off, playing the part of entitled lover, stuck up and irritated at this ambassadors daughter who DARED to speak to my love.

Yea, this will work, Eric will think Cressida is a genuine sweetie, and see me as being the unreasonable bitch who’s refusing to accept her apology, or apologize for not looking where I was going either. And now I’m manhandling him- totally unlady like. God I’m killing this aren’t I? Minimum wage job and demanding cat, here I come!

What I don’t see, as I lead Eric by the arm, is the cold glare he shoots towards Cressida, before smiling down at our connected hands, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Part 2

SERIES IS DISCONTINUED- sorry y’all, just not inspired to write this anymore and don’t wanna force it.

[hanniebaeee]

You done?

Lee Know x fem!reader

Warning: touching, suggestive content 18+ MDNI

Genre: established relationship, fluffy, suggestive

Summary: Some wine in, you're feeling particularly brave and decide to tease your boyfriend. In public.

a/n: Another short one. But sometimes Lino just attacks me out of nowhere.

It all starts as a little joke.

You are out with the guys for dinner at some fancy new Korean BBQ place. And Hyunjin is already halfway through an existential crisis over whether or not he should order that one dish.

Minho sits beside you, casual, relaxed - one arm draped over the back of your chair, casually browsing through the menu.

The poor man is completely unaware of the absolute menace sitting next to him. You. 

Why? Because you've been holding it in since the moment you saw him in that shirt - a fitted black button down - he looks absolutely delicious in it. 

And now you’ve had just enough wine to be bold. And you have absolutely no sense of self preservation. None.

There's no other way to explain why your hand lands on his thigh under the table. Casually. Innocently even.

At first, he doesn’t react. Doesn’t even pause from the conversation he was having with Felix about some sauce. It was like he didn’t even feel your tiny fingers settle against the firm muscle.

Oh, so he’s unbothered? That’s cute.

You squeeze. Still nothing. He just flips the page of the menu like this is a damn novel.

Okay. You see how it is.

So you up the ante - your fingertips creeping slightly higher, slipping over his inner thigh. And squeeze. 

That’s when you see it. The slight twitch in his jaw. The way his fingers tighten ever so slightly around the menu.

You let your nails drag just against the fabric of his jeans, pretending to be in a conversation with Chris, and taking a sip of your drink.

You trail slow circles over the fabric of his jeans, adding a little pressure. There's a subtle shift in his posture.

Oh you love it. You smirk to yourself, fully convinced you’re ruining him. You don't see the little smirk on his face. You totally miss that. 

And then, his legs suddenly spread wider. Like a silent invitation, a challenge.

You freeze. Oh. Oh, no.

That was not the reaction you were expecting.

You glance at him, to see that he's absolutely  unfazed. His eyes are dark and sharp. The corners of his lips curving up in the slightest smirk, amused as hell.

He is absolutely playing with you. Then, in the softest, most condescending tone imaginable, he leans in and whispers,“You done? I don’t mind putting on a show.”

Your throat goes dry.

“You sure you wanna start something you can’t finish?” he adds and your soul leaves your body.

You try to pull your hand away. Well, bad idea. Because his hand snaps down, gripping your wrist and bringing it to rest on him. Not on his thigh, nope. On the very noticeable bulge that's starting to form in his pants. 

Your brain short circuits. Ok. This isn't part of the plan. You just wanted to tease him, and now, you're trapped. 

He turns back to flip through the menu like he's not covering your hand with his big one, squeezing his bulge. 

You are panicking.

The guys are still talking and laughing, completely unaware that you are currently being held hostage under the table. You try to shift your hand. Nope.

Minho just tightens his grip slightly, thumb brushing slow circles against your skin, mocking you.

Then, he looks at you. The smirk. The pure, unfiltered lust in his gaze - it completely disarms you. 

He leans in slightly, voice low and smug as hell as he asks, “You nervous, baby?”

YOU. ARE. LOSING. IT. 

Your face? On fire. Your confidence? Shattered.

“You guys gonna order or what?” asks Han, putting down the menu.

“Yeah, I’m starving.” Felix adds, stretching and sighing as Hyunjin still fusses over the chicken. 

And then, just to absolutely ruin you, he does the unthinkable. He spreads his legs even wider and gently humps into your hand. 

You glitch in real time, as he just smirks and leans back, sipping his drink like he didn’t just destroy you in public.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, he has the audacity to whisper, “We’ll finish this later. Just remember, you asked for this.”

And just like that, he releases your wrist, acting like nothing happened.

You are so fucked.

Minho: 1. You: 0.

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[bakudekublogblog]

i hear you and I agree with everything you’re saying and I also miss izuku’s thoughts about kacchan but also izuku also looks at kacchan like this

It's horrible to be utterly convinced that Katsuki is in love with Izuku without really being able to say definitively that Izuku is in love with Katsuki...aghh there's so much to say about certain hints and very overt things for Mr. "Kacchan Bakugou" but I feel like I haven't seen...or more accurately heard how Izuku feels. I know he loves him but Is he in love with him? Can I say that without thinking I could be wrong? No I don't think I can...but damnit! The parallels to other straight and gay couples in media is so interesting like the Berserk ref in cover 37...or the pretty constant references to taro cards...Izuku the devil in between togachako's lovers ((WHAT DOES THAT MEAN SERIOUSLY)), the three of swords in the blackwhip explosion...the "WAH--CCHAN!!" ref to a romance trope as well as to Blue Flag...the "share a crepe with" line also potentially Blue Flag..."TROY" and the battle being referenced OUT THE WAZOO with Achilles and Patroclus playing out almost exactly as the Illid described ((Literally THE most famous couple of gaybos in all historical literature--they are well known for being speculative lovers! It's mentioned in English classes when you read it))...Katsuki's parents...Katsuki's parents...the way other manga like "name I can't remember..." where they would reference MHA outright with the girl falling down and then refusing to take the male lead's hand to get up. It feels like so much but also nothing at all because all of it (( no matter how overt)) is STILL being read into from subtext. idk I think I just needed to vent.

[torubeth]

his face contorts into that of annoyance ‘what’re you doing’ he deadpans.

‘nothing! just sitting on my boyfriend’s lap, why?’ you smile at him.

he narrows his eyes at you ‘nothing good will come out of you sitting on my lap, get off’ he grunts but makes no move to push you off.

‘fine- but can i have my kisses first?’ you look at him eagerly.

‘no. off’

‘ryooo you can’t deprive me of my right to kisses’ you whine, cupping his face.

‘how long are you gonna be up my ass for this?’

‘i have nothing to do so…all day?’ you shrug.

he lets out an exasperated sigh ‘fucking fine, but just one kiss alright?’

‘no. i want five kisses’

‘that’s five too many kisses’

‘ryooo’ you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes.

‘don’t. and what an odd fucking request’

‘so is that a yes?’

he doesn’t respond but gives a begrudging hum.

you don’t hesitate as you dive into getting your what’s yours.

first your lips land on his forehead, then on his nose to which he scrunches, followed by his two cheeks and finally his lips where you part with an audible mwah!

pretending to hate every single second of it, he lifts you by your thigh and throws you onto the couch.

‘gremlin’ he mutters earning a laugh from you.

‘wait, can you get a wet towel for me to wipe the table with? it’s dusty’

‘no’ he says but gets up nonetheless and heads to the bathroom.

you sit up quickly and wait for him to be back.

inside the bathroom, sukuna grabs a towel and goes to the sink to wet it under the water.

his eyes lift to the mirror above before he does a double take.

they were everywhere. your lip prints. and they were red. every place you kissed left behind a red lip print.

‘brat!’ he yells, storming out the bathroom to find you in a fit of giggles.

‘what’s this?’ he questions, pointing to his face.

‘my love for you’ his eyebrow twitches, but you just smile at him.

he tsks as he sits next to you ‘i didn’t get the towel’ he mumbles.

‘it’s ok, i didn’t want it. just wanted you to see yourself in the mirror’ you chuckle.

you hear him mutter annoying brat under his breadth.

grumbling, he grabs you and sets you back on his lap ‘don’t fucking half ass it then, you missed a few spots’

(rblog if you fw soft!ryo🤘🏼)

[yuujispinkhair]

Hockey player! Sukuna headcanons

Inspired by this lovely ask by @subarusuguru. You made my head spin with the idea of hockey player Sukuna!! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me! I had to write a little something 💗

Pairing: Hockey player!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 700 Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of injuries, but nothing bad. All characters are of age. Divider by @/benkeibear

Hockey player!Sukuna, who is a devil on the ice. The rival teams always know they will have several injured players after each match against Sukuna. He has a very aggressive playstyle, and his speed and strength, combined with his quick mind, make him unstoppable.

Hockey player!Sukuna, whose maroon eyes always find you when he enters the ice. He winks at you and makes a kissy face, laughing when you blow him a kiss back. The whole hockey arena can know that you are his, and he is yours. And anyone who dares make a rude comment about him being so soft for his girl will receive a brutal body check that sends them facefirst onto the ice or into the boards.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who has a mad glint in his eyes during the whole match. He is ambitious and confident, and he always plays to win. He loves being an asshole and taunt his opponents, laughing when he can get under their skin with his snide comments. But no matter how much Sukuna riles them up, they still aren't able to stop him because he always puts his whole anger and strength into his game.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who is a completely different man when he goes on the ice with his princess. Treating you with so much care and being such a gentleman. He holds your hand to make sure you don't fall when he teaches you how to ice skate. And once he can see you are ready for the next step, he lets go of you and tells you to skate toward him to get a kiss.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who has so much fun when showing you how to play hockey. Your time on the ice is filled with playful fights and good-natured teasing comments that are so flirty that you get butterflies the whole time. His laugh sounds different too, happy and free, and he only uses his strength to pick you up and pin you against the boards so he can kiss you until you are breathless.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who grins that charming grin when he lets you score and praises you for being such a natural talent, even though you know you suck. Of course, Sukuna also has to show off a little in front of his girl, and he steals the puck from you easily, making you gasp at his speed and watch with wide eyes and a smitten expression on your face as your boyfriend skates across the ice and shoots the puck into the goal with so much force it almost rips the net.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who feels a proud buzz running through his veins anytime he sees you in his jersey. Somehow it drives him crazy to see you walking around with his last name on your back. It spurs him on to play even better and show you that he is worthy to be your man. Maybe he should buy a ring and give you his last name on your ID too, and not just on a jersey.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who loves to fuck you in the locker room after every match when his teammates have left. A victory fuck to celebrate when he is still pumped full of adrenaline and euphoria, pulling you onto his lap and bouncing you on his thick cock while groaning in your ear and telling you that it is all thanks to your love and support that makes him play so damn good. Or an angry fuck after a loss to make him feel ok again, lifting you up and slamming you against the shower wall, snapping his hips fast, fucking you hard and deep, growling your name when he cums in you and finds sweet relief in your warm cunt.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who can't stop smiling when you dote on him when he is injured after a rough match. He has a high pain tolerance and doesn't really worry all that much about the injuries, but he loves it when you take care of him and look at him with so much worry in your eyes. It makes him feel so warm, and so he happily plays along and lets you change his bandages, pet his hair, and cuddle him.

Hockey player!Sukuna, who loves to win, but who thinks his biggest victory was winning your heart.

I am so in love with him!! Thank you so much for sending me that prompt!! I hope you liked my little headcanons ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[rafesproperty]

Thinking about how Rafe would treat you each season…

Bro was tweakin’ the whole show 😭 Good luck with the mood swings

Also can you tell S2 Rafe is my fav and owns my entire heart? Ok? Ok.

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Season 1 Rafe treats you horribly. Never there for you even tho you are always there for him. Always thinking about himself.

He can be nice behind closed doors but the second you are with him and his friends he’s cold. He almost acts like you guys aren’t together but if one of his friends flirts with you he throws a tantrum. Also he gets mad when you don’t give him enough attention but he ignores your messages for days.

He snorts cocaine in front of you even tho it makes you uncomfortable… but he doesn’t really care as long as he gets his high. He asks to snort it from your thighs or cleavage as well. If you say no he’ll keep asking until you say yes just to shut him up.

If you’re being all annoying asking him to drive you home he’ll just smear some on your gums.

“Shit. Alright, c’me here baby,” he mumbles and you sit on his lap as he grabs a tiny bit of the powder and uses his fingers to open your mouth. “There you go, baby, good fuckin’ girl.” He chuckles and kisses you. You instantly melt into the kiss, feeling as if the drugs effect melts your body. You’re on top of him the entire night, cuddling up to him, straddling his lap, purring when he kisses you. You’re just so good to him, so devoted when you’re in this state.

He never lets you snort it tho. And he won’t do it again for a long time. He doesn’t want you to be addicted like him.

He calls you in the middle of the night and demands you come over when he’s in the mood. He’ll pick you up but won’t give you a ride home so you’re either staying or walking alone.

He yells Kiara looks hot at Midsummers when you’re right next to him. You’re angry at him but he doesn’t care.

Probably constantly breaking up and getting back together when he has one of his breakdowns and needs you. So he seeks you out. Cries to you about his dad. Cries to you about your relationship. Promises to do better. And you always take him back.

He takes you on motorbike dates, goes way over the speed limit tho.

You are there when his dad kicks him out, he takes his sadness and anger out on you. You are there when he kills the sheriff, and you’re not running away, not telling anyone, you’re keeping your mouth shut. For him. You do a lot of things for him.

Season 2 Rafe aka the most unhinged psycho you’ve ever met is actually nicer to you (worse to everyone else… but nicer to you). He keeps you safe. Never lets you walk alone at night. He basically never ever leaves your side, when he does it’s to do something he doesn’t want you to see.

He keeps you away from Ward and Barry - especially Barry. Until you actually meet Barry and find out he’s cool and funny asf. Rafe is pissed at first but Barry is the only guy he’ll let you hang out with (only in his presence, tho).

Barry starts calling you “Mrs. Country cluuuub.”

Never lets you do drugs again. Not even a little bit. He feels bad for what he did before, smearing it on your gums when you didn’t even really know what he was doing. He won’t admit it out loud, tho. He just won’t allow it again.

He needs to touch you constantly. Hand on your back or your thigh at all times. Holding you close to him. He needs to know feel you’re there.

He swears he’ll buy anything you damn want with the gold.

He still gets mad when he doesn’t get your attention but this time he’ll just take it. He’ll force you to give him attention if he has to. Sometimes he’ll rile you up and piss you off just so that he’s your main focus.

He seeks you out for comfort when he comes to your house all bloody and beaten… whether the blood is his or not is a mystery. He’ll open up to you, he’ll talk about his dad and you’ll comfort him with sweet words, he gets so used to it. Addicted. His dad never listened to him. No one ever listened to him. But you do. He may be in love with you.

He’s possessive. Won’t let you talk to other people, will break anyones bones if they look at you the wrong way. You’re his. And he’s slowly starting to realise that he is yours, too.

“I’ll take care of you. Shit, I’ll fuck up anyone who tries to hurt you, got that?”

He’s harsh about everything he doesn’t like and especially to people he doesn’t like. You better not get in the way when he’s really angry.

He hates it when he makes you cry, but if he’s already pissed off he can’t stop himself from yelling. He never hurt you tho. Maybe a few bruises from gripping your wrist with too much force but nothing intentional.

His eyes soften when you flinch one time. That being the only time he actually somewhat calms down.

Not many peaceful moments with him given how little chill he had in S2 😭 BUT if you guys are just talking, playing with eachothers fingers in the dark and you start talking about your future he melts. You always include him. In all the details and in all the plans. He loves you. He’s sure of it now.

Wheezie absolutely adores you, she gossips about Rafe with you all the time. You guys play board games and he’ll scoff and roll his eyes but Wheezie will force him to join. For 5 minutes. Then he’s like “Fuck this bullshit” (he’s losing) and he leaves. You and Wheezie laugh at him.

He tells you everything, he tells you about how he shot Sarah, how he tried to drown her, how he almost killed Pope, how he hates these fucking Pogues so much and wants them all dead… he’s never saying it calmly, his pupils are dilated, he’s shaking, his words are mixing, he has this look on his face… sometimes he’s so scary. But you never run away from him.

His obsession with making his dad proud slowly turns into an obsession to make you proud. To make you happy. To make sure the gold is fucking yours and anyone who tries to take anything away from you two dies.

I seriously can’t stress enough how Rafe is always obsessed with one person only and does absolutely everything in the world for them. And his focus changes from his dad to you. You’re his priority now. He’ll protect you, not his dad. He’ll make you proud, not his dad. You. You. You.

Season 3 Rafe is an obsessed man. Spoils you. Takes you on fancy dates all the time. Gets you anything you like or anything he likes.

Gets you hot dresses that he’ll rip the same day. You’re actually angry because you liked that dress so he’ll just buy it again.

He doesn’t really know how to express his emotions so he’ll just constantly buy you expensive things just because he can and he’ll keep you close, cuddle you, kiss you, squeeze your waist. Physical contact all the time, basically.

You don’t really fight anymore. But if he does make you angry you’ll wake up to princess treatment the whole day. Food, clothes, jewelry, his attention, anything you want, you got it.

“Can we get a dog?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

… almost anything you want.

You are his priority, always. Always focused on making you secure, safe, happy, proud, satisfied. You don’t have to ask for anything, ever. He’s got you.

Constantly shielding you with his body when you two go out, keeping you close, thumb drawing little circles on your back, his attention on you the entire time.

He’ll take you on boat drives and just chill and make out with you out on the open ocean.

He’s so madly in love with you.

He’s loyal, pushing other people away from him, and he expects the same from you… tho you usually don’t even get the chance to. He’s scaring anyone away the second they look at you.

He doesn’t care about Ward anymore, all he sees is his pretty girl who’s been with him the whole time, through everything. His girl. That didn’t push him away when he was on his lowest. His girl, who didn’t run away from him when he killed people. His girl who makes him feel so warm and fuzzy it actually keeps surprising him.

He wants to marry you, give you everything he has, pay you back for always having his back.

[muqingslover]

Ok, so... this might be a bit of a +18 think piece, but... what do you think the lads men would have as their top 3 kinks? I started thinking about it after I read the Xavier somno one, lol. Maybe I'm crazy but I think Caleb would have blindfolds/rope play in his top 3 (on mc not on him, since he wants to see all of you but is very resultant to show all of himself back due to fear of rejection+ if mc is tied up she can't leave)

[ choosing only three was a lot harder than I thought whew. Also, I'm testing out different layouts rn so don't mind me (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ]

Predator/Prey Play: This guy is the literal definition of wolf in sheep's clothing. What gets him going is the thrill of the hunt and the turntables (his specialty), which is why he will often let you think you're in control and have your fun teasing him only to then pounce when you least expect. If you run from him then you better pray he won't catch you or not.

Exhibitionism: This might be a hot take but walk with me. Xavier is a very jealous man so he won't ever allow anyone to actually see you, buuuut he is very into letting others know you belong to him. You gotta leave for a mission with someone else? Not to worry, all he needs is 10 minutes in the bathroom stall. The bread guy is back at it again? It can't be helped, he'll just have to fuck against the door while he's knocking to show you're busy. He'd love to see you struggling (and failing) to keep your voice down and looks like a smug cat when others notice the marks he left on you.

Cunnilingus: This man eats pussy like a goddamn champ. He absolutely adores having your thighs wrapped around his head, to the point he finds it comforting, and the feeling of his tongue stretching open your dripping pussy for his cock later. Your taste is something he could have every day, which he will if you let him, and he takes pride when you're left a writhing, whimpering mess that begs for him to fuck you.

Bondage: The joke about him tying MC up with surgical knots was definitely not a joke. In my opinion, rather than the power rush over the control he has over you, what really gets him off is the trust you put in his hands. Bondage is all about having faith in your partner to never truly hurt you and knowing you see him that way makes him feel beyond special. Given the chance he'd love to have you wrapped in dark blue, silky ribbons and the aftercare is top tier with this guy.

Lingerie: For some reason I feel like Zayne is REALLY into seeing you wearing lingerie. Ladies, feel free to tease him by telling him you're wearing one, but not letting him see until he's home much later. He'll spend the entire day imagining what type of lace you have under your clothes and he pretty please asks you to strip for him as a reward for waiting.

Phone Sex: Another one I just have a feeling it's his thing. I mean, he is a busy man and sometimes it can't be helped, people have needs yk. He'd like the feeling of knowing you think of him as much as he does of you when the other is not around. The photos you send and the sounds of your needy whines right next to his ear goes straight to his cock and he is mortified when the post-nut clarity hits him and he realizes what he did in his own office.

Overstimulation: I'm an overly sensitive Caleb truther. The overstimulation has his head spinning so good that he can barely form a coherent thought that isn't your name while he slams into your pussy for the nth time like a desperate man. He doesn't want to simply break you he wants to break together, to the point neither of you can think about anything else besides how good it feels.

Roleplaying: I've lost count of the amount of times we've seen him and MC roleplaying and this man will unironically take it to the bedroom. It starts as a joke where he's only doing it to make you laugh, but then he won't allow you to break character and will edge you until you say your "lines" correctly. Forceful and cold soldier? Check. Teasing and pervy Gege? of course. A loving and gentle husband? Sign him up. Strict teacher? No need to ask twice.

Brat Taming: Now defying Caleb is the equivalent of waving a red flag in front of a bull and you better run because when he catches you you're done for. He needs you to need him as much as he needs you and if he has to break you for you to admit it then he will. The rush of being the one in charge and "taking care" of you in a way no one else will is enough to have his cock throbbing.

Breeding AND Biting: These two go hand in hand every time you have sex with him. He craves to have a family with you but, more than anything, he wants you to be as full of him as his heart is of you. He wants you to be so filled with his cum that he has to keep his cock inside otherwise it'll leak out of you. He absolutely enjoys the slippery mess your warm insides become when he rocks his hips into you, slowly but deep, pushing his cum even further into your womb and hoping you'll get pregnant.

Body Worship: I've said it once and I'll say it again: Sylus is a lover boy! ! ! Each kiss on your skin is an offering, a promise and a worship. He wants to know the parts of your body not even you do and give you the love you deserve. The praises he whispers against your body are similar to a prayer and he could spend years exploring every inch of you without ever getting tired. You're the very reason for his existence and any less is just unacceptable.

Size: This guy is not only big but he's also very large. He is a softie who likes to tease you about how small you are compared to him while he holds your hand and pretends he doesn't hear your complaints about him suffocating you after the draped his heavy body over yours. That feeling of satisfaction extends when he has to gently coo you and kiss your tears away while he's spreading your little hole open. He can't help the fangy grin on his lips when he feels his cock bulge on your tummy and he holds your hand over the spot so you feel how deep he is inside of you as well.

Rough Sex: Another controversial take but I feel like he's a secret sadist just not the extreme type. Man can flip his demeanor from "harmless babyboy" to intimidating sea god in a split second who knows what else he's hiding under that purple wig. He'll keep an almost cold demeanor while he coaxes whimpers out of you in the best way and a wicked smirk spreads across his face at the sight of your tears, spurring him on until he's completely broken you.

Food Play: That's definitely one way to make sure he actually eats. Having you be his meal will make him hungry like never before and oh he absolutely will feast (this may or may not be a reference to this). He makes a point of not using his hands while licking along your skin, tasting the sweet chocolate before he left a purple mark on your thighs. Oh, this goes both ways so please pour wine on him and lick him clean ;)

Body Painting: I forgot if there's an actual English term for this but Rafayel would love to draw on your skin and watch you squirm each time the soft, wet brush went over your perked up nipples. He'd scold you when you move because you're making him smudge the lines and holds you in place with his free hand, warning you to stop or he'll take "extreme measures" to make you keep still. You are the only one he'd ever dare to call a masterpiece.

[oceantornadoo]

tw: evil ex wife stereotypes it’s for the plot trust

sorry this is unedited

captain price, divorcee and extreme dilf.

after a soul crushing mission, the safe house is silent as the team waits for morning exfil. you go outside for a breath of fresh air and find your captain, smoking a cigar and looking at a polaroid photo. “hey, cap.” he sends you a nod, then focuses back to the picture in his hand. you let him have this privacy, closing your eyes and breathing slow.

"smoke?" you open your eyes to his hand in front of you, offering a cigar. funny, how soap's been trying to nab one of cap's cigars for months and here he is, offering it to you. you take it silently, reminding yourself how to use it as you exhale slow. a minor cough eeks out, sending you both chuckling. he takes it back and switches hands, his photograph now on the side you share. his show of trust instills you with enough confidence to ask: "is that them?" two dark-haired little girls smile at you through the photograph, cheesy grins cloaking you with warmth. he hums affirmatively, callused thumb stroking the photo. "forced me t' buy a polaroid so they could model their new dresses." you bet he bought them that camera with a smile on his face. the wedding band tanline on his hand, stark when you met him two years ago, has faded completely like it was never there. "they've got you wrapped around their fingers." he nods, tucking the photo back in his vest to focus on his cigar. you both watch the smoke curl into the midnight air.

"open." you do obidiently, both pairs of eyes zeroed in on how close his hands are to your mouth. they brush your lips (not necessary if he'd adjusted his grip), staying there for a few seconds while you inhale and retreating when you exhale. something grows there, in the space between his body and yours. only once the smoke dissipates do you decide to get some sleep. "goodnight, cap." you back away towards the door, eyes on his. "goodnight, lieutenant." his eyes drop in alarm and that's when you see the red light of a sniper gun on your torso. everything goes to shit after that.

-

your hospital stay comes in flashes. your captain, haggard yet handsome, in that uncomfortable-looking chair next to your bed. a blink and there's two angels instead, bickering at the height of the hospital bed. "daddy said not to wake her!" the taller one argues. the younger one shakes her head, an echo of her father, and pets your limp hand. "daddy also said she has a boo-boo and t' kiss it better!" she kisses your hand with a restrained gentleness you wouldn't expect from a little kid. they keeping arguing, anchoring you to the land of the living for a few minutes. "alrigh' rascals, lets let her sleep. what do we say?" they turn to you with toothy smiles, like the picture, and whisper-yell "feel better!" before getting scooped up by their father.

later, time slipping through your fingers like sand, the doctor explains what happened in practiced words. shot to the torso, passed out because of shock and blood loss. simon haunts the space behind her like the ghost he is and you have to laugh at the gall of your fellow lieutenant. once you hear "a month of recovery," you give in to the weight of your eyelids.

-

a month later.

you knock at his door, then let yourself in. it’s something he lets you get away with, no one else.

price is grumbling into his phone and while usually you wouldn’t care, it seems oddly personal. you try to inch back out, but his sharp blue eyes catch yours before you can. “i told ya i’d need this today. gave you a two day warnin’.” he’s frowning at whatever the other person says (high pitched voice, definitely female). “christ, i’ll figure somethin’ out.” he hangs up before they can get another word in.

“everything ok? i can leave if you need some space?” you ask. he shakes his head, dragging a hand through his beard and readjusting his hat (stupid, why does he wear it indoors) before sitting down in his desk chair. “need t’ pick the girls up but this goddamn report is killin’ me.” it’s an intelligence focused night and while you finally broke through to one of your contacts, the creation of reports and communications with higher ups takes forever. your captain is especially chained to his desk, where his bosses could call at any moment and demand a redo.

"oh." you're not sure what the lines are here. not sure what to say to the loving father of two who sat vigil at your hosptial bed for a week. "their mom's at a dinner an' can't drive 'cause she drank a glass of wine." he bites out, almost to himself. "so her boyfriend can drop her home, but simply can't make a stop on the way to pick up the girls from after school care." you think back to the finished reports on your desk and the lack of plans you have.

"i could pick them up?" you tick the end up as a question, easier for him to deny. he does, of course. "can't ask tha' of you, lieutenant. not in y'r job description." you shrug, moving closer to his desk until you're practically sitting on it. "i'm not medically cleared to the field yet but i can still drive. it's not like i'm getting deployed in the next hour. and i'd be glad to do it." he's still unsure, staring at the laptop in front of him. "i've got to thank the angels that kissed my boo-boos." you break the tension with a laugh and when he looks up, there's a small smile under his beard. "you sure you're good t' drive?" you nod, rounding the table so you're a bit closer. he leans back a bit until his eyes meet yours. "passed the driving requirements last week. can't run out a burning building but i can handle pickup." he lifts his hips, tantalizing and strong, to fish out the keys in his pocket. "little one still needs the booster seat. easier f' ya t' take my car." this show of trust is worse, worming its way into your heart.

he texts you the address and says he'll call them ahead of time since you're not on the list. before you leave, price fishes out a sweatshirt from somewhere under his desk. "so ya don't look like a soldier." you're wearing standard olive green wear, t-shirt and camo pants. the sweatshirt (black, has 'price' on the back, smells like him) dulls the look into something almost publicly acceptable. "i'll keep you updated, cap." you're almost out the door when he says it. "thank you, lieutenant."

-

"hello, lovelies." you squat to get on their level, noting how they're holding hands tightly. "i'm a friend of your daddy. he sent me to take you to your mum." the older one squints at you with suspicion. "are you the lady from the hosp- hosp- hospital?" you nod, telling them your name. "i'm all better now thanks to you two. your kisses really worked." that causes them both to blush, inching towards you. the aftercare supervisor nudges them forward, thanking you with a grateful smile when they finally get towards the car. the fact that it's their father's calms them, settling in easy to their seats as the older one shouts unhelpful instructions as to how to buckle the car seat. you text price an update, then head towards their mother's.

when you get there, though, something's off. john picks up on the first ring. "everything ok?" he pants, hard. "yeah, the girls are fine. i'm at their mom's but i don't think anyone's home? the lights are off." he barks out a curse, and shamefully, it sends a spark straight to your core. "if it's ok, i could take them to get dinner? maybe pizza and ice cream since they had a long day? they only had a snack at the after program." he sighs and you can practically see him nodding in agreement.

"yeah, love. get some food in them, their mom should be home in an hour." love. spoken warmly and fluidly, like it was meant to be there. you bid him goodbye and take a deep breath, locking yourself into babysitter mode with no thoughts of their father. "who wants ice cream?" you ask, and smile when they scream.

-

an hour later, you get back to the house with two sugared-up littles. for all the grief their mom has caused john, you don't particularly care. the lady herself is standing on driveway, arms crossed with a frown. when you let the girls out, they hug-attack their mother, and she earns a few points back with her whispered "hello, my darlings. go wash up, mummy will be in soon."

you're closing the doors when she appears next to you. "so you're john's girlfriend." you frown, shaking your head. "no ma'am, i'm one of his lieutenants." the determined expression on her face doesn't change. "exactly, you're the lieutenant." and then she says your name like it's been memorized, even though you didn't offer it to her. all you can do is nod numbly and make an excuse to get back to base, ruminating on her words the whole time.

-

back in price's office, it's like deja vu with how tired he looks. this time, he greets you at the door, only a singular lamp on in the background. "hi cap-" the words get cut off when you're pulled into a bone crushing hug. it takes you a second to readjust: his hands around your waist, head tucked into the cruck of your neck.

slowly, your own hands wrap around his neck, pulling him in deeper. your fingers thread through his hair, cringing when they knock off his hat. he doesn't seem to care, squeezing you tight before pulling back. "thank you." he murmurs, hands still on your waist. your own drop to your sides, floating. "you told her i'm your girlfriend?" you eek out, unable to hold it back. his relieved expression drops, hands unsure at your waist. "i- she asked who the girls were visitin' at the hospital. was easier that way." your face drops at his response. john has an opposite reaction, stepping closer with a rough grip to your hip.

"you wanted another answer?" there's nowhere to go under the force of his stare. "maybe." is what you finally spit out. bravely, your hand finds the rough hair of his beard, exploring. it's as simple as a yes.

his kiss is possessive and bruising, pushing you against the door. your other hand tangles in his hair, pulling him in further. one of your legs wraps around his waist and with some encouragement, he gets you to surrender your position fully, your legs in his hands. "christ, ya taste like sherbert." you giggle, folding yourself further into him. "it was, oh fuck." he licks a stripe up your neck before kissing your jaw. "it was mango." he hums appreciatively.

“such a good wife f’ me.” you freeze, pulling back. “i’m not your wife, john.” yet here you are, his face in your hands like it’s yours to hold. “my hoodie.” he kisses your forehead. “pickin’ up my girls.” your cheek. “usin’ my money.” the credit card you found in the hoodie pocket. he shakes you out of your reverie with a nip to the neck.

“tha’s wha’ i thought.” he murmurs when you don’t argue back. you shut him up with a kiss. “i can see why you got divorced, cave man.” and all he does is laugh, moving to set you down on his office table.

john tugs off your layers one by one until you’re in your bra, legs spread on his office. “john.” he hums, fingers exploring the lines of your bra. “can we talk?” he stops suddenly, eyes on yours. the force of it is too much, making you meek and weak-willed. “so…you like me?” he nods, tracing the lines of your skin until he gets to the wound, healing on your torso. “felt like i died too when ya got shot. right in front of me an’ i couldn’t protect you.” you shake your head, pulling him in by the belt buckle until he’s between your legs. “it wasn’t your fault. we cleared the area best we could.” he kisses the scar, soft and sweet. “let me make it up to you?” you nod.

john pulls down a cup of your bra, laving at your tit like he’s trying to draw milk. “right, love. lay back f’ me.” and like always, you do.

-

i wrote this in between classes and it’s unedited. perhaps will come back to edit. anyways.

[sayangrafayel]

LADS taking care of you when you have a cold.

A request. Getting over a cold could be a annoying sometimes, it halts you from doing daily activities and many more. So how would they take care of you during times like these?

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

Him, the twins, and Mephisto are on their hand and foot to take care of you! Mom is sick! Everybody stop doing what you're doing and make her feel better first!

Makes sure you are hydrated: he prepares every kind of beverage (that's acceptable to drink when you have a cold).

Prepares a humidifier in every room of the base. It helps you breathe freely.

Xavier

Definitely tried his best to make you a warm soup, but somehow ruin the soup... so take out it is.

After you ate and drink your meds, he would lean in for a kiss and you stop him. But he kissed you anyway.

Gets sick the next day. "Totally worth it." Now you're both in bed getting over that cold together. Partners in everything, right? :)

Rafayel

You get emotional when you're sick and you became whinier and clingier. He loves it though, finally you're the same level as him.

Cough drops? Nasal spray? Humidifier? You name it. He has it. He made Thomas get them for you.

At one point you became so emotional and cried because you were suffering and this man hates seeing you in pain! Even more when you cry! So he cried too. And now you're both in his bedroom and crying together.

Zayne

There are two types of Zayne who's gonna take care of you. Your boyfriend Zayne and your primary care physician Doctor Zayne.

Your boyfriend Zayne, he's gonna cuddle you and spoil you. No need to worry about your germs! He's pretty much immune to them. Gives you hot chocolate if you ask.

Your doctor Zayne, he's strict. He makes sure to check your temperature every once in a while to make sure you're not developing a fever. Gives you prescription meds. You should listen to your doctor if you want to go out and hunt Wanderers again, young lady!

Caleb

Puppy sad. Puppy lounge in bed with you. You'd think he's the one who's having a cold! But he gets up every meal time to cook you your comfort food. Whatever it is.

Goes into full malewife mode. You want fruits? Done. Soup? Sure. Drinks? Just a sec! Cough drops? Ok! Nasal spray? Let him do it please!! He wants to!! It's not gross!!

Checks your vitals with his gadgets, 100%. If he notice a slight change in a bad way, he's ready to rush you to a hospital. We love our overprotective dramatic gege.