#Computer geek!Reader

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Posted something like this on the last blog but,,

maybe a reader who works as an analyst or some kind of intelligence/surveillance for the cia under one Kate Laswell, who gets assigned to the 141 to go and work under her once more.

Whom, HOWEVER, despite being a bit of a computer geek/one smart individual,

is very much not afraid to absolutely fuck a bitch up you do work for Laswell for a reason, y’know-

We need more feral/fuck a bitch up readers out there, y’all ✊😪

[yeonmuse]

TEACH YOU HOW TO WORSHIP

CONTENTS ─────Heeseung is sick of yearning from you from afar, thankfully fate presents him with the perfect opportunity to worship your body and do all of the things your ex boyfriend Jake would never get to.

log: lee heeseung ֶָ֢. x reader. slight angst w smut, vulgar language. 8.5k w.c Jake is kinda a dick, Heeseung is a man that yearns. Oral, unprotected sex, body worship, praise, overstimulation kinda. Mentions of weed and alcohol. ꫂ ၴႅၴ ──★˙nainais library !!

an: um I have no Idea where this idea came from?? Especially since i rarely like to write smut unless requested but here ?? 😭😭

taglist open — nets! @k-films

Infatuation was a gruesome thing at times, a person could never look your way, never give you the time of day and yet you can find yourself deeply infatuated. Even worse when you don’t even have a name to put to the face and yet, you’ve been completely spelled by them and utterly taken. The lines between obsession, insanity and plain infatuation were starting to blur for heeseung. That weird realization that your like for someone was turning into something desperate and crazed was starting to sink in, and Heeseungs resolve was starting to slip away.

Heeseung was never usually the type to swoon, to be completely honest none of the girls on campus were worth it to him because when it all bubbled down they were all the same. The party type, the girl you could find at every frat, every sorority or campus party. Then there were your sports girls completely wrapped up in the game or proving themselves worthy for the team. Your geeks, your book lovers, the quiet girls and the list dragged on and on. The tropes were starting to run stale and he’d come to the depressing conclusion that he himself would never find anyone. He was the picky type, not willing to cut corners or go for the first girl that was willing to open their legs at the sight of him alone. He needed a girl with sustenance , someone that was worthy of getting on his knees and worshipping,worthy of making them his.

You were the missing piece of the puzzle that hadn’t quite fit. The piece that left confusion in the mind of the one piecing it together, confusion because you surely looked like the perfect fit yet when pieced together you differed from the rest of the puzzle. You were complex, you weren’t as easy to figure out as the other girls and that made him want to play the game. In Heeseungs eyes you were his manic pixie dream, the girl that left him wondering if you were truly real or just a figment of his imagination. He couldn’t fathom someone like you being real, in his mind you were created just for him, a puzzle for him to put together, a fire lit by a match that only he could spark. But you never saw him, never looked his way no matter how many times you’d crossed paths, and worst of all you had a boyfriend.

That left him wanting, no yearning, he craved it at this point. He craved your gaze, your touch, to be in the same vicinity as you alone was something he desperately seeked. For the first time in his life he was craving a cat and mouse game that the mouse hadn’t even realized she’d been wrapped up in. He needed more than just stolen glances in the hallways, or fingers brushing against one anothers in the food court. He could no longer hold back his glasses or side eyes when he saw the way your asshole of a boyfriend's fingers grazed your waist, it was beyond agonizing. It was starting to burn him from the inside out like a fire he simply couldn’t huff out without your touch, it was all becoming his torment.

Monday morning, you sat at your desk practically glued to your computer seat, having sat there unmoving over the last two hours wrecking your brain to come up with a topic for your essay. As if having to turn in a five page essay wasn’t enough, your professor also stressed the major detail that photos also needed to be included. To be completely honest you were subpar in your courses, not the top of your class but not the worst either. You found your place tethering between the two placements, you always excelled just enough to pass, just enough to blaze through each semester.

This semester your patience was starting to wear thin. Between your courses that seemed to drag on during the day and and the offtimes with your boyfriend dragging you along you’d rarely had any time for yourself and it was starting to weigh on you. Since the moment Jake had asked you to be his girlfriend you were like two lovers conjoined at the hip, he was always at your side ALWAYS. It left you no time alone, no essence other than those around you knowing you as just his girlfriend. It was starting to get to a point where even you yourself were finding it difficult to remember who you were. What did you like? Your favorite color? Favorite movie? Favorite flower? if you even truly liked them. All the things he’d liked were starting to morph together with yours, every dream or desire that his mind housed had eventually completely drowned out your own. Perhaps that was part of the reason you were so indecisive on what to write about, you could barely even bring yourself to remember the things you favored.

An annoyed sigh spilled from your lips as you slammed your finger against the keyboard, repeatedly hitting the backspace button until every word you had typed up had completely disappeared from the page. No matter how many meaningless words you typed, nothing was good enough, eventually you’d delete it all and be left with a blank page to start all over again.

Then a soft knock on the door interrupts your silent crash, pulling your gaze away from the computer you stare at the door, a tired and burned out look housed behind your doe eyes. After a moment of silence your roommate eventually enters the room to inform you that Jake had indeed just arrived to take you out.

“Jake is here….oh you look like shit.’’

“Thanks I thought the dark circles under my eyes made me look incredibly sexy.’’ you respond sarcastically, rolling your eyes and pushing yourself up from your seat.

“Are you sure that you’re alright to go to a party? I could always tell Jake that you aren’t feeling well so you could stay in and sleep?’’ Chuu reassures, a hint of obvious worry in her tone as she watches you shuffle over to the closet in search of something to change into.

“I’m fine Ji, besides if you tell him that all he’ll do is worry then he’ll spend the entire day trying to nurse me to health.’’

“Isn’t that better than going to a party with people you don’t even really like?’’ Chuu wasn’t exactly wrong, it wasn’t like you disliked any of the people that Jake hung out with, at times they were just overbearing.

“I’ll be fine, if I need to ill just do what I always do when I get burned out at these parties and find a room to hide in until he’s ready to go.’’ you shrug, pulling your hair back over your shoulder after changing into something a little more suitable for the party scene.

“Alright, but if you need to fake sick and leave early call me.’’ She responds, shooting you a playful wink as she makes her way out the door. When you finally mustered up the energy to make your way downstairs you found Jake standing at the door, the corners of his lips turning into a smile as he saw you finally making your way down the stairs. “There's my girl.’’

“You didn’t have to wait downstairs you know, you could have come up.’’ you tell him, and as they always had time and time again his arms wrap around your waist, an act that was starting to feel like more of a showcase than it was an act of adoration or love.

“Didn’t want to interrupt your girl time, you ready to go?’’ You hum in response, your mind seemingly elsewhere as his fingers tangled with yours to lead you out to his car.

“Who’s party is it this time anyways?’’

“Not sure? It’s one of Jay's friends apparently they go way back or something. He goes to chaconne too..uh, Heeseung?’’

“Mmm never heard of him.’’ you shrug, brushing off the man that was most likely just like any of Jake's other friends, loud, high maintenance and overbearing.

When you had finally arrived at the destination of the function you were surprised to see not many cars outside which ultimately made confusion arise within you. You turned to Jake, brows knit together in bewilderment when he seemed to catch on he forced the car into park before cutting the engine.

“He’s more private so it’s just a few of us this time, not too many people.’’ he says it so reassuring that it melts your heart to know he’d remembered how you got around too many people, but of course you didn’t know if you found this to be a good or bad thing, not many people meant you couldn’t hide away. That meant you would be forced to socialize, forced to stick by his side the entire night.

In contrast the usual house was compacted with sweaty bodies and those under the influence it was less than twenty of you all gathered in the house. Some you recognized from your rival school, guys you presumed to be either friends of Jays or the new friend Heeseung you knew only by name. As relieving as it was to know there weren't many in the house you still couldn’t stop yourself from wishing that the ground would swallow you whole. Part of you was wishing you had stayed home and just let Chuu tell Jake you were sick.

Heeseung on the other hand couldn’t stop himself from staring the moment you came in. Of course he knew you’d be here he wasn’t stupid, everywhere Jake went you seemed to follow it was no secret to anyone on campus. It was also no secret to him how he caught glimpses of your misery or maybe it was something else sinking deep down in you that had always been bubbling to the surface.

You being here was like a double edged sword, he got to be close to you, to have you in his vicinity but that also meant putting up with your boyfriend. Your perfect, proper loving boyfriend who he absolutely detests with every fiber of his being. But not because he was with you no, he wasn’t the type to be jealous especially when Jake didn’t even fall into the same category as he had. He hated him because everything about him seemed fake, every touch, every confession of love, every whisper in your ear seemed like proper bullshit, like he was playing a game but not the good kind, not the kind of games that Heeseung wanted to play with you no. There was something primal and deceptive about Jake's gaze at times, and maybe he’d imagined it, maybe it was something he’d made up to make liking someone with a boyfriend a not so bad thing. But something deep in his thoughts couldn’t bring him to shake off the idea that he just might be onto something.

Heeseungs gaze watched you even as you finally slipped away from Jake's side and disappeared down the hall into the bathroom. For a while you just sat there, the faint music in the background was enough ambience to not leave you just sitting in complete silence, alone in your thoughts. You weren't really sure what you were doing here to be quite honest, you hated parties but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jake no, he always poked out those lips and batted those eyes as if he knew you, he knew they’d always work. With a sigh you push yourself up from the floor and wash your hands before making your way out of the bathroom, and it was so faint that you could almost miss it if it weren't for the silence in between songs but you could make out Jake's words clear as day.

“She’s too fucking clingy, if I had known she’d be like this I wouldn’t have wasted so much time in trying to get her in bed.’’ the words stung like hell, your sweet boyfriend, the one that was always kind and caring and made sure you never felt disincluded, was talking about you as if you were a random girl on the street. Two months of dating him had turned into nothing, two months of being dragged from party to party all because you loved him had turned into just meaningless memories in less than a minute. You didn't dare walk back out, you didn’t have the strength to face them after hearing everything Jake really had to say about you. No matter how strong willed or minded you were, this was not something you could get over on the basis of strength alone. The man that you let in, the man you gave your heart to, the man that you were willing to give up your first time for was completely two faced. He never loved you and you were starting to question if he even really liked you, or did he just see you as someone to get into bed. A virgin to claim and add to a long list of others like some sort of trophy.

You slipped out back, breath heaving in your chest the moment the fresh air met your airways. Caught in the middle of wanting to cry and scream you’d decided on the previous choice, only no tears had fallen and your throat was starting to cave in on itself. You were caught flat in the middle of a panic attack, head thumping and racing with thoughts only quieting down when a voice spoke up and startled you out of it mid way.

“You alright?’’ though you hadn’t really had much of a conversation with him at all tonight you recognized the voice to be Heeseungs.

‘Great, first night meeting him and he’s seeing me cry’ you thought to yourself

“I’m fine.’’ you respond, shoving your hands into your pockets and glancing down at the empty pool right at your feet.

“I may not be an export on people, but you were seconds away from a panic attack just now and you’re saying you’re fine?’’

“I’m just. It doesn’t matter..you were probably part of the discussion.’’ You were too lost in your own thoughts to realize Heeseungs brows crease together in confusion.

“Discussion? I don’t know what discussion you’re referring to but i’ve been out here for the last ten minutes trying not to blow my buzz talking to those dumbasses inside.’’

“So..you’ve been out here the whole time..?’’

“Pretty much.’’ He watched as your mouth opened then fell closed again, as if you were preparing to tell him something but was hesitant. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to ask what was wrong and lul you back to security but he couldn’t as much as he wanted you he didn’t want to push your boundaries, he couldn’t give two fucks about Jake or how touching you would make him feel but he knew you were most likely not the type to cheat.

“Can you..can you take me somewhere that isn't here?’’ for the first time tonight you look at him, like actually look at him, your eyes so deep that he could sense himself getting lost in them before he pulls himself back.

“You want me to ditch my own party? What about your boyfriend?’’ once again he couldn’t give a fuck about Jake or the party, he just wanted to make sure that you really wanted to leave with him, someone you were meeting for the first time tonight.

“I just..i don’t want to be here and Jake..He’ll worry and come looking for me at the dorms.” you felt guilty for lying and not giving him all of the information but after all you hadn’t even fully come to grasp the fact that your boyfriend was just a loser who loved to use women like they were toys.

“I’ll do it.’’

“What..?’’

“I’ll take you somewhere else.’’ you stood there lips parted and eyes blinking as if he’d just spoken a language even you yourself couldn't understand. You didn’t know why you were shocked, after all you did ask him to take you away from the party. Maybe you’d just never anticipated he’d actually say yes.

“I’ll get my keys. I’m assuming you don’t want anyone to know we’re going so you can head out the side patio door.’’

“I left my jacket inside, my phone..”

“I'll get it.’’ despite how blunt he'd come off, his words had been reassuring, you’d just met him but you found yourself putting your trust in him as if you’d known him longer than just one night.

You watched as he disappeared back inside, slipping through the side door as instructed. you found yourself anxiously waiting for him to meet you out front. Minutes passed before the front door finally swung open and you held your breath as it slammed shut, hoping it hadn’t been Jake. Fortunately for you, it was Heeseung with your jacket thrown over his shoulder and keys in his free hand.

“He thinks you’re still in the bathroom.’’ He informs you, you respond with a nod before taking your jacket into your hands and pulling your phone from the pocket, dead of course it was dead.

“Great.” you sigh, slipping it back into your jacket pocket.

“There's a charger in the car, it’s honestly shit but it’ll give you some sort of charge until we get to where we’re going.’’ you nod, following behind him as he leads you to his car. As he pulled open the door and you took a seat inside you found yourself looking back at the door as the engine roared to life, you knew it wasn’t right to just leave without saying anything..but the way he talked about you back there left him no place in your thoughts at the moment.

The ride wherever Heeseung had been taking you was silent, other than the roaring of other vehicles that passed, or the sound of gravel against tires there wasn’t much ambience. Heeseung asked no questions, he knew better than to pry even if he was dying to know what hurt you, what had you feeling this way. He would wait until you felt comfortable and safe enough to tell him. You on the other hand sat staring out the window watching as everything passed by in a blur, part of you was wishing that you had drank, but you never liked the taste of alcohol and it always burned your throat.

By the time you’d finally arrived at what looked to be a high rise apartment complex and Heeseung cut the engine you had been completely out of it. You didn’t really speak a word, asked no questions up until the two of you stepped into the elevator and he swiped the keycard for the top floor.

“Where are we..?’’

“My brother's place, it’s one of his vacation spots when he comes back home but I stay here more often than he does.” he says it as if having a brother that stays in a luxury apartment complex, let alone a penthouse is the most normal thing in the world

“Then what about..the house everyones at right now?’’

“It’s mine but I stayed there with a few roommates, Sunghoon and Sunoo, they were at the party but Sunoo eventually left his room and Sunghoon isn’t exactly the party type so he most likely left early.” He explains.

Eventually you both arrived at the top floor and the elevator came to a halt before the doors opened into a whole new world. You could see the entire city from the elevator, the view was more than breathtaking and for a moment you had forgotten entirely what you were doing here until the ding of your phone dragged you back to reality. Twenty percent flicked at the top but on the main scream was twenty missed calls from Jake and fifteen unread texts. The thought of having to face him again made your stomach twist and turn. Ignoring his consistent texts of your whereabouts you text Chuu to let her know that you’d be out for the night and if Jake texted to just ignore him and she would explain it all later. Right now she just needed a break from everything, school, Jake, people.

Finally you shut your phone off, slipping it into your pocket and watching as Heeseung took a seat before pulling what you assumed to be a pre roll from his pocket. You’d never indulge so you weren’t entirely familiar with it but you’d known enough from hanging around a certain crowd in high school.

“Does that actually work?’’

“Depending on what you want it to work for, there are different strands for everything. This one just helps relax.’’ he responds, lighting it up as if he’d done it a thousand times. “Sometimes it can just heighten the things you already feel.”

“Can I try it?’’

“Only if you tell me what you need it for, you don’t seem like the type to just smoke because someone else is doing it, and i’m sure you didn’t have me drive you all this way so that you could try weed for the first time.’’ He was right, absolutely right..but how do you tell a stranger that you’re scared to face your boyfriend because you heard him speak ill of you.

“I’m assuming this has something to do with the Jake guy.’’ you immediately stiffen, you hadn’t spoken a word about your reasoning for not wanting to stay at that party, yet he read you like it was nothing, like it wasn’t his first time. And of course you hadn’t known it but it wasn’t.

“...he’s just not who I thought he was.’’ you respond, sparing him a quick glance long enough to see him staring at you in a way that suggests those little words aren't enough for him.

“I heard him talking about me to some of the other guys, the only reason he’s with me is to get me into bed. He said that I was annoyingly clingy but..to be honest he’s the one that’s dragged me everywhere. All i’ve done is follow him like a lost puppy, lose myself to be the girlfriend that he needed, that he wanted and he.’’ you suck in a breath, not even realizing when the tears had started to fall but they came pouring down nonetheless. Heeseung on the other hand was completely heated, he knew to trust his gut, he knew that something about Sim Jaeyun was two faced, but he let himself watch from afar and in the end you got hurt.

He tries his best to comfort you and calm you down tracing over your skin with his thumbs he wipes your tear stained cheeks until the essence of tears is no longer present.

“He’s a jackass. And any of those assholes that sat and listened to his bullshit without saying anything are just as stupid, that includes Jay no matter how long we’ve known each other.” he sets the pre roll aside, fingers grazing your skin as he held your face in his hands

“He’s not worth crying over, not worth your tears if he only sees you as something to get in bed, i'm sure he wouldn’t even know what to do with you if he actually did.’’ at his word you couldn’t help but laugh, a momentary release of dopamine, that felt like a slight weight lifted from your shoulders.

“Thank you Heeseung, I didn’t mean to drop any of this on you, I don’t even know what I was thinking when I asked you to take me from the party but i'm grateful you did.’’

“Anytime, and you can stay here as long as you need, but you can’t hide out here forever.’’

“I know..thank you.’’

“As for the weed it’s a no..you aren’t in the right headspace and it’d be stupid of me to let you try it knowing you aren’t in a good emotional headspace.’’

“You’re right..’’ it was all you could say in response, you didn’t know what you were thinking, to be honest you weren't sure you were thinking at all.

“Ask me again tomorrow and if I think you’re ready then i’ll teach you.’’ you watch as he stands up from the couch before disappearing down a hallway, coming back moments later with a handful of neatly folded clothes.

“These may be kind of big but they should hold off for tonight. If you decide to stay longer then we can stop by your place or go shopping around tomorrow.’’ You simply shake your head, grateful enough that he had done even this much for you.

“Thank you Heeseung really.’’ Those were the last words you’d utter to him other than goodnight before disappearing into the guest bathroom.

While you lay in bed hopefully fast asleep, Heeseung was wide awake, caught in between wanting to sleep off the events of tonight and wanting to drive all the way back to his place just to beat the shit out of the man that made you cry yourself to sleep.

—

The next morning you woke to the sun peaking through the curtains and once you finally realized you weren’t in your own bed it had come flooding back to you that the events of last night weren’t just some sick dream they were in fact real. Dragging yourself out of bed, you move into the bathroom, realizing Heeseung must have remembered the fact that you had nothing here when you found a toothbrush and a few other things sitting out on the bathroom counter for you.

After a quick wash up you saunter down the empty hallway, Heeseung was nowhere to be found but there was a note left for you on the kitchen counter. He had gone to his classes but he made sure to let you know you had free range of everything in his home, or brothers home you were still quite confused on that. You were in the middle of cooking breakfast when the chime of the elevator caught your attention. You were sure that it was Heeseung, but that theory was immediately disproven when your best friend came bustling in.

“Oh wow, maybe I should have gone to that party too.’’

“Ji what are you doing here?’’

“The Hee guy, He heard me asing Jake and Jay about what happened last night and where you were and he gave me his key and told me you’d be here but that was all he said.’’ she explains as she looks around, taking in the place in awe as if she had never seen anything like this before other than in movies.

“So what exactly did happen last night and how…how exactly did it lead you here?’’

By the time you’d finished explaining everything that happened last night leading up to you getting here it went without saying that Chuu wanted to completely ruin Sim Jaeyun. You on the other hand had no idea where you stood with him, you knew you weren't ready to face him but you needed to talk to him, you needed to break things off. So when Chuu had finally gone back home after the two of you sat chatting and eating breakfast you decided to make the call.

Your stomach twists as you hear the ring of the line, one time…two times..and then three until eventually the call is answered and you hear his voice on the other line.

“Baby..where have you been, are you alright..are you safe?’’ His sweet voice and caring tone was like a mockery, no matter how much you wanted to believe that this was him, the man you fell for last night's words kept replaying in the back of your mind.

“Can I see you at our usual spot?’’

That was how you ended up here, nervously twiddling with your thumbs, taking light sips of your coffee that you felt would come back up any second. Then you heard it, the thing of the door and in walked the man you had been dreading coming face to face with again since last night. When he noticed you he was all smiles, immediately going in for a hug, a hug which you rejected and got straight to the point.

“How long..?’’

“What?’’

“How long have you been pretending you like me? Acting like you love me then going back and telling your friends something else.’’ he immediately froze in his spot, he had been caught. “Did you ever actually like me? Did you ever have any sort of genuine feelings for me or is that all I was? Another woman to check off of your list and say that you fucked.’’

“Yn I can explain..’’

“If it isn’t the truth then there should be nothing to explain. I’ve gone everywhere for you, done everything a girlfriend should, I’ve fucking lost myself in the process of being yours and all for what? So you can fuck me and then act like we’re strangers the next day? Yo’re a fucking asshole Sim Jaeyun. Congratulations because not only did you manage to not get me into bed but I want you as far away from me as possible.’’ Not giving him the chance to spout any sort of bullshit excuses to you, you get up from the booth leaving him sitting there looking pathetic and in disbelief. Even after you’d broken up with him there were countless messages, and endless calls until you made the executive decision to block him on everything.

By the time you’d arrived back at Heeseungs place he had already returned home. You found him sitting in the kitchen, phone in hand watching what you assumed to be some sort of gameplay as he munched on a bowl of ramen.

“You’re back?’’

“Yup.’’ you respond, letting out a frustrated huff as you reach into the fridge for a bottle of water.

“Did your friend come by?’’

“She did..thank you for telling her where I was and allowing her to come see me.’’

“It’s not like you’re a prisoner or anything?’’ he chuckles before getting up from his seat and discarding his trash.

“I know but, I’m sure you’re used to coming here to relax alone and I didn’t want to drop all of my baggage on you.’’

“And I don’t mind you being here, I’d have taken you somewhere else if this bothered me yn.’’ You could tell he was genuine, or at least you were hopeful that he was, after the revelation of your own boyfriends sweetness and generosity being a simple ploy, you were no longer sure if you knew what true generosity was.

“Do you think that we can try it today? What we talked about yesterday?’’

“Are you absolutely sure? I still don’t think-”

“I’m sure Heeseung, please.’’ He couldn’t tell you no, not when you were looking at him like that. Not when you could ask him to steal the moon for you and he’d tell you yes time and time again. You and everything you were made weak.

You eyed him intently as he rolled a few more prerolls, the one from the previous night already having been gone and according to him they usually went pretty fast. Even up until the point where he lit it and took a drag himself you were absolutely nervous. Watching as he inhaled and held it there for a moment before puffing out smoke, you wondered how often he’d smoked and how long it had been since he started for him to be so unbothered by the smoke itself. Then he passed it to you, your hands clammed up and your chest tightened as you realized there was no backing out.

“Put your lips on it, inhale slowly, not too hard, just enough the burn the edges.’’ he instructs, and something about the way he walked you through made your stomach bubble with a feeling you’d never felt. His voice lulling you into it had something perverted swimming through your thoughts but you force it down. Your first drag was the worst, even listening to his instructions something was bound to go wrong, and it absolutely did, too big of a puff that sent you into a frenzied cough. Heeseung had to choke back a laugh, patting at your back and handing you a bottle of water to bring you down from your coughing fit.

“Well now you know what not to do.’’ he chuckles, taking it back between his own fingers and you watch the way his lips part, the way he sucked the smoke between his lips before puffing it out.

“Can we.. Can we try a different way?’’ you didn’t know if it was the fact that you were already feeling the warmth of the high, or if you were just plain stupid but his answer would lead you to either do something really stupid that you couldn’t take back or you’d be sat there with that urge going unfulfilled, luckily for you he did not oppose.

“A different way?’’ You watched as he brought it to his lips once more, waiting for himt to inhale before taking the opportunity to slip into his lap.

“Blow..’’ Heeseung was taken back, he’d nearly choked when you crawled into his lap and placed your hands on his face like it was a familiar place to be, luckily for him he held it together, blowing the smoke past his lips and right into yours watching you inhale.

“Yn..’’

“Please…let’s just stay like this.’’

“If I let you stay like this then I won’t be able to control myself.’’ The high had left him, with you sitting in his lap fingertips hot against his skin he was suddenly completely sober.

“Then don’t please don’t’’ your pleading whispers housed so many emotions, pain, need, desperation he wanted to tell you no, to push you aside and say that this was just something you were feeling in that moment but even if it was he wasn’t sure he really cared.

This was a moment he had waited for, many desperate nights of wanting to feel you under him. Cold showers to calm his desires so he wasn’t thinking of you pumping into his fist at night. You were too beautiful..too perfect to think about while doing something so lewd, so foul. Yet now he had you, he had you in his lap begging him to make a move, to give in to his yearning.

“Are you sure this is something you want? If I start now I won’t stop..no matter how your nails graze my back, no matter how much you beg or cry I wont..I wont be able to stop myself if you don’t tell me now you don’t really want this.’’ But you didn’t deny him, you didn’t tell him to stop, you didn’t tell him you didn’t want him..you just looked at him with those pretty eyes of yours, perfectly dilated and full of need, a need for him and no one else.

“Please.’’ you finally let out, your voice just below a whisper, and that was all he needed before he broke. Before he’s carrying you to his bedroom and lying you in bed as if you were something fragile. Months he had waited just to talk to you, to make his presence known and now he had you beneath him like you were his. His fingertips grazed your skin so delicately as if you’d fall apart beneath him if he didn’t take the time to admire you, to worship your body like it deserved to be worshipped. Your body was a temple for only him to explore the ins and outs of, even if Jake had had you before it didn’t matter because he would erase every essence of Jake Sim from your body even if it took nights without end.

He started slowly, kissing from your ankles, up your calves then your thighs. Your skin like velvet against his lips, he made sure that every inch of your body had felt his kiss and it completely set you on fire. It was like his kiss had set off something primal in you, you couldn’t care to think about anything else other than him calming the ache between your thighs. Even through your soft whines and pleading for more than just lips against skin he hadn’t listened. He was too lost in worshipping you, like you were a goddess sent for him to pray over, to worship until you blessed him over and over again in only a way he could be blessed. He was sure that the effects of the weed must have had you feeling even more sensitive, that you were certainly feeling everything times ten, it made you whiner, needier, and his containment was starting to slip away.

“You’re so beautiful.’’ he mumbles against soft skin as he starts with your shorts before stripping you down to only your underwear. It made you melt, fully clothed, naked he would compliment you, making sure you felt the weight of his words with every kiss.

You wanted nothing more than to have him completely overtake you but he took his time, like if he went too fast the moment why sip away and he’d lose his chance.

“Heeseung.’’ His name spilled from your lips so soft and sweet, rolled off the tongue like an angel's song, like a prayer meant for only his ears.

“I’ll take care of you baby, do what he couldn't. Treat you like you deserve to be treated. Worshipped. Praised.’’

Then without hesitance he pulled your panties to the side and dove in head first, like he’d been waiting lifetimes to devour you. He was completely relentless from the moment his tongue met your clit. Eyes locked onto you as he did it, watching the way your back parted from the bed and your chest heaved as you struggled between moans and harsh breaths. Somethin glimmered beneath his gaze, whether it was hunger or desperation you wouldn’t know because your eyes had rolled so far to the back of your head you were convinced a doctor would have to roll them back.

It took him less than a minute to find that one spot that made your legs lock around his head. Again and again he abused it until you lost all your strength and all you could do was tremble at its touch and fall apart on his tongue. This was the first time you’d been so vulnerable, the first time you’d heard such pornograhpic sounds spill from your lips. Heeseung absolutely loved it, he loved how you tugged at his hair, how he felt every spasm or shake of your body all while he made you fall apart.

For only a split second he pulls away, eyes glued to the sight before him as he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing it against your clit as if he was prepping you, getting you ready.

“Doing so well for me, so fucking good beautiful.’’ then he shoves two fingers in, stretching you out like you were made to be wrapped around his fingers, around him.

“Fuck- Hee I can’t’’

“You can baby, remember this is what you wanted beautiful, just hold on a little longer for me yeah? I’ll make it feel better.’’ His voice was like velvet, running through your ears and melting there, stuck in your head every word seemed to play on a loop luling you into some sort of trance-like state that you didn’t want to come down from.

Between the sound of your moans coming out like sing song melodies and the filth of the wet sounds between your thighs he was completely lost in you, this moment he’d have sworn he experienced what heavy was like. His name spilling from your lips like it was natural to you, it melted him to his core. The woman he’s thought about time and time again coming undone and unraveling on his fingers like the petals falling off of a flower, it was amazing.

“Fuck.’’ his control had slipped away, the way your back arched, the way you clawed at his wrists and the sheets beneath you were getting him there, then five words, five words came spilling from your lips that made him lose any ounce of patience he’d had left.

“Hee please, I need you.’’ It was music to his ears to hear you beg for him, he had worshiped all he could, he took his time with you but now he was ready to make you fall apart completely. To watch you completely crumble beneath him so that he could build you back up and do it over and over and over again, as many times as he could until your mind was occupied by only him.

Something about the way he moved was desperate yet intimate, almost as if he’d made a personal vow to himself to savor every moment. From the way he stripped you down with his eyes, then with his hand it was like he was soaking it in wondering how this moment was real, how you could be real. Things had already gone past just casual and you had yet to tell him the one thing that kept Jake from getting past all the bases, you were timide, nervous that if you told him the moment would end and he’d no longer want you in this way. Then you remember how he took his time with you, how his praises made you feel confident, safe to let whatever words or sounds that spilled from your lips out freely.

“I’ve never..” your words came out so soft, barely a whisper and he was sure to miss them if it weren’t for the way you nervously gripped his shoulder. It didn’t take much more for him to figure it out, he starts to leave reassuring kisses on your fingers, then your wrist as if ensuring you were safe with him.

“I’ll take my time. I’ll make sure your body feels every second. I want every moment to be engraved in your memory. So that even when i’m not around your body will feel my absence, it won’t forget me.’’ His words make you shutter, and before the silence could drag on between the two of you his lips catch yours in a kiss, one that was heavy with certainty. A kiss that he poured out his heart to you in, he didn’t just want this to be a night that happened and was forgotten by the two of you. He wanted you to remember every waking second, the heat of fingertips against skin, the security of his grip, plush lips against lips.

His hand tightens gently against your thigh holding you still as he finally makes the move you were heavily anticipating from the moment he laid you down in his bed. He gives no warning just slides in with a breathshaking moan that makes you shiver at your core, he said no words like he was too wrapped up in you to whisper any praises or questions of security, he was in pure bliss.

You gasp– high and sharp like the breath was leaving you, the pain of him splitting you open finally seems to set in and it brings tears to your eyes. Nails break skin and he pulls your hands into his own leaving reassuring kisses, fingers, back of the hand, up your arms and stopping at your neck. He was trying to remain tame, to keep tha calm and attentive demeaner but it was becoming too much for him, the way your walls pulsedaround him wet, warm and waiting for him; waiting for him to be the first to ruin you. Deflowerlization, the act of picking off your flowers one by one, a sign that you were fully in bloom. His lips part watching the way your body reacts to him, your thighs trembling, your hips jerking up, your slick coating him as he begins to move his hips a slow, twisting rhythm that makes your stomach flutter.

“Fuck you’re perfect,’’ your fingers intertwine as he pins them just above your head, whispering soft praises into your ear about how well you were taking him— a string of “good girls” and “you’re doing so well baby.’’

‘Baby’ a word you’d heard so many times from Jake but they didn’t make you feel like this. Like you were burning from the inside out and the only way to put out the fire was having him so deep inside of you that you couldn’t think.

You can no longer bring yourself to speak any coherent words, your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably, the pleasure peaking in your lower belly, every muscle tensing like you’re caught on the edge ready to throw yourself over. It's overwhelming, completely capturing your senses until you are wrapped up in him. His smell, His touch, the warmth of his skin, the intimacy of the way he touched you like it was something he had waited lifetimes to do.

“Heeseung..’’ his name spills from your lips like a cry for help, a plea for him to let go completely and ease every pain or hard emotion you’d felt before he was here buried so deep in you you were seeing the constellations right before your eyes.

“Fuck say it again.’’ he pleads, like a desperate man waiting to hear his lover speak for the first time he anticipates it, the way his name spills from your lips laced with sweet venom was so dangerous. Heeseung keeps rocking against you, not thrusting, just grinding, slow and deep, letting the drag of his cock over your soaked folds speak for itself. Every motion of his hips pulls a new sound from your lips, that’s like music to his ears. He doesn’t want it to stop, wishes that he could record it and make it a song, make it his ringtone so that he could hear those sweet sounds over and over whenever anyone made a call. Your fingers claw at his back now, slipping under his shirt, dragging your nails down the smooth muscle there as he grinds again and again until you’re on the brink of tears.

It went without saying that he was drunk on you, the way you lie beneath him flushed and overstimulated, letting him consume you, letting him claim you as his. This was a silent vow, one that promised him to you, no matter how unsure he was of what was to come after this moment, one thing was sealed in the stars and that was the fact that his body was completely yours, he was your first. Your body trembles beneath him, thighs twitching, toes curling, your hips arching off the mattress in a slow, involuntary motion that makes him groan. His hands are hot against your skin, gently tracing lines over your hips, holding you steady as he rolls his into you making sure you feel every inch. His thrusts were slower, deeper, purposeful ���, like he was trying to get the in and outs of his body, like it was something for only gim to learn. Then he felt it, your hips stuttering as he drew deep and pulled back with a sharp inhale.

“Heeseung, I- I can’t” You didn’t have to say much more because he already knew, he felt it the moment your thighs trembled, the moment your hips stuttered and you held onto him tighter than before. His free hand slides down just between your thighs, fingers moving eagerly to circle your clit—you were a mess, completely soaked, legs trembling with how sensitive you are. “I know baby I know, let go for me yeah?”

he keeps fucking you slow and hard, his fingers pressing tight circles against your clit until your legs shake uncontrollably. “Come on, show me how well you can listen beautiful girl” he whispers, voice right in your ear now, he presses soft kisses against your skin while whispering sweet praises that push you ever the edge, a pull a reaction from you that even you were experiencing for the first time. your pussy clenches so tight around him it pulls a string of curses from his lips, walls fluttering around him, wet pulses as your orgasm finally blooms, an overwhelming stimulation that sends you into a fit of cries. “Heeseung!” you cry, your voice breaking, your whole body convulsing under him as you cum, hips jerking wildly, back arching, mouth open and gasping.

Heeseung groans, watching in awe at the way your body convulses beneath him. The sight alone pulls it out of him, low moans followed by desperate thrusts as he feels you out, chasing the high you’d felt only moments ago for his own. Your moans are pushing him deeper and deeper below the surface. Cries of overstimulation and whiny “I can’t take more’’ inching him closer to the edge until eventually he completely spills into you. He doesn’t stop moving, not right away—he keeps grinding into you, burying it deeper, fucking it up into you like he was leaving an impression, like anyone that came after him would feel it and know that he had you first. Your walls twitch around him, fluttering from the aftershocks, your breath shallow as he leaves soft kisses against your bare now sweatcovered skin. He wanted you to feel safe, like you weren’t just someone to fuck and pass on, you were safe with him safe in hs arms to unravel and show the deepest parts of yourself that you’d always suppressed with Jake.

The ambience of the silent room and ragged breaths eventually pulled you to sleep. He took the opportunity to wipe you clean and dress you in his shirt. Despite the fact that he could look at you like that all night long, your body was meant to be cared for just as much as it was meant to be worshiped. While you slept he himself slipped into the shower, washing away the sweat and sin of everything the two of you had done yet it would always be engraved in his mind, in him. He steps out from the bathroom towel wrapped around his waist and hair damp to hear the chime of his phone on the farthest end of the bed.

When he checks it the phone lights up with two texts from Jay.

“Yo are you okay?” “You disappeared last night.’’

Disregarding them for the time being he places the phone back in its rightful place on the nightstand and peers over at you who was fast asleep in his bed. Unlike Jake you were his secret to keep, he wasn’t going to run and tell the first person he came across that he had you in ways no one else had. Even if that person had been his best friend since high school, no one deserved to know. For the time being he wanted to savor the moment and keep it to himself.

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[13:00] Choi Soobin ~ TXT

Pairing: Hot nerd streamer!Soobin x gn!Reader

Warnings: Soobin is kind of oblivious idk, kissing, reader wears lipstick, both of their asses are lovesick, Yeonjun mention, for the sake of the story he's a Pokémon fan, a bit suggestive?, mild jealousy

Soobin is gorgeous and anyone with eyes would be able to see it. He, however, thinks the opposite. A video game freak with dozens of binders filled with nothing but Pokémon cards, action figures and comic books littering his bedroom. You wouldn't have it any other way. Seeing Soobin geek out over the littlest things was absolutely adorable. Your heart swelled every time he found something in a game that reminded him of you.

Soobin was streaming Stardew Valley, running around his town doing whatever, avidly avoiding the mines. Locked away in his gaming room, he clicked away at his keyboard, headphones on and blocking out the sounds of the house including the door opening.

You made it routine to check in on him every so often while he was streaming. Whether that was bringing him a glass of water, something to eat, or even just to make sure he was okay, you poked your head into the room almost like clockwork.

A small smile crept its way on your face when you saw how concentrated he looked watering the flowers in front of his house. The focused pout on his face was enough to make you melt.

Soobin was utterly adorable, you were hopelessly in love, and so were his fans.

You had no issue seeing Soobin's fans gush over him as he played the games they requested. The problem was that everyone could see how beautiful your boyfriend was, and they were not afraid to point it out in the chat.

While Soobin was on hour who knows what of his stream, you opted to have it open on your phone, occasionally reading some of the chats the views sent. Soon enough, your eyes landed on several commenting on his looks and how they wish he would date them.

Jealousy was a disease, and you had caught it, hoping to infect his viewers next.

After shutting off your phone you set it down on the kitchen counter, quickly yet quietly walking to his gaming room. A knock is all it took for Soobin to take his headphones off of one of his ears, telling you to come in.

Soobin was confused because you don't typically make yourself known, choosing to go about his streams in silence.

"Need something, Angel?" He asked slightly worried, turning his chair away from to microphone and towards the door.

"Yeah, sorry, help me get something from the cabinet?" Your question came out more as a command, not entirely caring.

"Of course. Just one second," Soobin responded as he turned back to turn off his camera and mute his microphone, the game quickly going to the idle screen.

The second he stood from his chair your arms were around his neck pulling him into a rushed kiss. Soobin's hands found your waist as the frame of his glasses bumped against your eyebrow.

Soobin pulled back even more confused than before. "What was that about?" He questioned slightly breathless.

The look on his face had you sick to your stomach, you could not physically get enough of him. Slowly your hands traveled from the nape of his neck to creeping up the bottom of his shirt. Your fingers ghosted over the skin of his waist and stomach making him shutter.

"Just missed you. You've been in here almost all day, but I'll let you finish up," You responded with a shrug, fingers still gripping at his waist, nails scratching softly every so often.

Soobin sighed in response, a blush covering his pale skin from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck.

With a final kiss to his cheek you left the room, feeling a sense of accomplishment seeing the tinge of pink from your lipstick stained on his cheeks and the corners of his mouth.

Soobin sat back at his PC, camera and microphone back on.

"Sorry chat, had to get something," He mumbled, shaking the mouse to wake up his computer.

His phone lit up with a notification from Yeonjun, one of his closest friends.

It was a text message that read:

Yeonjun: looking great Soobie, pink truly is your color. Just next time keep the lipstick on your lips, not your cheeks :)

[shadowsndaisies]

the beginning

a/n: part one of the brightest of lights white lantern!reader AU!!! im so excited to share this with you as part of my resolution to posting more often, especially the wips that have been sitting stagnant for so long. it's the first time in a while that i get to return to jason todd, my number 1 always.

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“Batcave to Outlaws,” Dick Grayson’s voice flooded the speakers of your new hideout and you heard Jason let out a groan.

“What’s up, Batcave?” you smirk, answering the call.

“Why would you answer?” Jason chided as Dick’s face filled the screen. “You know we don’t like them,” he huffs from where he was sharpening one of his blades.

“I’m bored and their calls usually give me something to do,” you muse.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! The lady is correct. I do have something for you guys,” Dick chimes with a playful smile and Jason shakes his head.

“Fine, I’ll play. What do you want?” Jason asked, moving to stand beside where you were seated at the computer.

“Batman is already on-sight but there was a major crash right on the edge of Gotham. It seems like it’s from space,” Dick teases, and your lips part in excitement as you turn to Jason.

“You had to say space, didn’t you?” Jason sighed looking at you and then to Dick.

“C’mon, Jase, please!” you pleaded.

“If you’re going to go, you should hurry, I think Batman’s gonna call Green Lantern,” a new face appeared on screen, Tim Drake, or Red Robin.

“You know you both are enabling her?” Jason says to his brothers as you shot up from your chair to grab your gear.

“Not our fault your partner’s cooler than you,” Tim smirks.

“You keep this shit up, Timbers, watch what happens,” Jason growled.

You slung your leather jacket on and put on your utility belt before moving back to the screen to grab your phone. “I will leave you here Jason,” you tell him as you slip the device into a lined pocket on the inside of your jacket.

“Damnit, (Y/n), just give me a second,” he sighed, moving from the screen.

“Thanks for the tip, Batcave,” you smile at the two.

“We know you’re a bit of an astrophile,” Dick smiled kindly.

“Yeah, you space-loving geek. What a nerd,” Tim snorted, rolling his eyes in amusement.

“See ya, boys,” you smiled into the camera, “Outlaws, out,” you finished before shutting the call off.

“I don’t understand your obsession with space,” Jason commented as you both mounted your bikes.

“My obsession? Really?” you shoot him a look as you tap your choker, the nanotechnology there crawled over your face producing a helmet of sorts.

“Hey some people like Disney, you like space, I’m not judging, I just don’t get it,” he sighed.

Revving your engine you look over to your partner, “What’s not to get?” you ask, voice slightly distorted before taking off.

By the time you arrived at the crash site, Green Lantern was there talking with Batman, “And here I thought I’d be able to get through a week without having to see him,” Jason drawled and your nanotech helmet dissolved once more leaving you with just your domino mask and choker.

“Play nice, I want to see the spaceship,” you warn your best friend.

You couldn’t see his eyes due to the red helmet but you were positive he was rolling them at your antics. Looping your arm with his you pulled Jason over to where GL and B were.

“Red Hood, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Batman’s eyes narrowed on the two of you.

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you too, Bats,” you smile at the dark knight.

“What are you doing here?” he pressed, pushing past your antics.

“Why can’t we just be doing our jobs as vigilantes to check in on crashes, like this one?” Jason asked, nonchalantly, and while the two leaguers turned to the man with the red helmet, you carefully slipped away.

You had been learning from Jason a lot lately, watching the way he walked, for someone so large and well built, he made virtually no sound. So, as light as you could, you slunk away from the three in discussion and closer to the crash site. The first thing you noticed was that there was a lot of smoke. You pulled your jacket off your body and bundled it up a bit to make a breathable mask for the moment being as you crept through. You also made a mental note to add filters to your helmet for future events like this. You weren’t really sure what you were looking for, but you kept moving, and all of a sudden you found yourself by what had to be the cockpit of his small ship.

“Damnit, (y/n), you couldn’t wait a few minutes?” Jason’s voice crackled over the comms.

You were about to respond when you saw something shift through the smoke, “Holy shit. Red, I think there’s someone alive in the crash,” you said instead, creeping ever closer to the crash.

“What?” he shot back.

“Someone or something alive is in this wreckage, Jase,” you repeat.

“Wait for me,” Jason pleads.

“Fat chance, Red Hood. Hurry up,” you decide as you find an opening.

Carefully you move through the ship, it was about the size of a shipping container, but it had broken into pieces in the crash.

“Hello?” you shouted, squinting through the smoke. “Is someone there?”

There was a flash of white light and a hushed whisper. Definitely a voice, maybe two, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Biting down on your lip you surged forwards. Once you cleared a very thick plume of smoke you found what you had been looking for. A body.

It was alien, without a doubt, and he was clad in a white uniform that you most definitely recognized.

“Jase?” you tapped on the comms line, with wide eyes, as you stared at the creature.

Whatever it was, it was bleeding purple blood and its eyes were shut.

“What? What’d you find?” he asked, you could hear him panting a bit.

“It’s a Lantern, I have absolutely no clue what race, but it’s definitely a Lantern,” you shared, but your eyes were analyzing the suit, it was different from the ones you’d see from the Green Lanterns, this one was white, but the design was basically the same.

“What? GL said that no other members of the Green Lantern Corps were detected on Earth,” Jason’s voice crackled a bit.

“I never said it was green,” you shoot back.

Suddenly the being coughed and its eyes opened wide, you surged forward, towards the being, dropping your jacket and your hands moving to the spots that were bleeding.

“Just hold on, alright, help will be here soon,” you whispered as you tried to help the alien.

It’s vibrant purple eyes, focused on you, as you hoped that their physiology was something like your own.

“A Terran, how unforeseen,” it spoke softly and your eyes widened.

This alien whatever it was, was speaking straight into your head.

“Forgive me, but by connecting us, I can assure a clean understanding without a language barrier,” it continued.

“Oh, okay, sure,” you swallowed, even though you really had no clue what was happening.

“I’m afraid, Terran, I will not make it through this,” the being let out what seemed to be a sigh.

“I don’t really know how to help,” you admit.

“Tell me, Terran, do you love? Have you compassion? Hope? Are there things you fear? Things you wish to claim for yourself? Are you angry? Do you possess the strength to balance all of these emotions?” the creature’s voice was gravelly in your mind but you kept your place.

“I-I mean I guess so?” you offered. “Doesn’t everybody?”

“Hmm, show me. Show me the things that you relate to these emotions,” it pushed. “Begin with Anger.”

A memory flashed before your eyes, the night you met Jason. You had just started the vigilante thing when you saw a couple kids getting cornered in crime alley. Some gang that was trying to recruit them had backed them into a dead end. You had left them knocked out and zip tied to a wall with a note for the cops. But those kids, you made sure they were okay, it pissed you off to see good kids stuck in crappy situations, and there were so many of them.

“Hmm, angry for the violence and pain inflicted on others? Interesting,” it hummed, “now, what of greed?” your surprise was definitely clear, this thing, whatever it was, was reading your mind.

This time the memory was the first time you walked through Wayne Manor. It was so huge, and everything you had dreamed about as a kid on the streets. Something that you had always wanted, a life of luxury, and yet it seemed so foreign, it still did.

“What do you fear?”

You saw Jason bleeding on your sofa, two bullet wounds, a cut. You weren’t much better, the two of you had barely made it out of this last fight with your lives. You remembered the day so vividly because Jason had almost died trying to save you.

“And hope, do you possess the purest of all?” he continued.

There’s a little girl on her dad’s shoulders, they’re at the park, she’s giggling and he’s smiling up at her. Jason, Roy, and Kori were with you, the group had decided to take a chill day. There were cups of lemonade, a couple of books, a speaker and you were lounging about in one of the rare sunny days here in Gotham. These were the days that reminded you why you fought so hard, they reminded you of what you were protecting.

“What is compassion, Terran?

It’s almost funny what memory surfaces this time. You’re leaning back against a brick wall in the Narrows, eyes bright as you keep watch. Jason’s crouched down with a bunch of kids around him. He’s giving them lollipops, clothes, blankets; all in all, about a grand’s worth of stuff. You knew that because it was money you had raided from Black Mask a few days earlier.

“Why are you asking me these things? Who are you? What are you?” you interrupted, this thing was reading your mind, and you were trying your best to force it out.

“I will answer your questions, but there is one more. Do you have one to love?” it asked and your breath hitched, because you knew exactly where that would send you.

You saw yourself back at the hideout with Jason; cleaning guns, sharpening blades, watching a movie, and passing out together on the sofa. He was all you needed.

“Hmm, how interesting. Maybe you Terrans have an inaccurate reputation,” it hummed. “You will make an excellent choice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My name is Ophelius, I am the last ring-bearer of the White Lanterns. And you, you will be my successor,” Ophelius shared and your eyes bulged. “What is your name, Terran?

“Woah, what?”

“Your name,” he pushed.

“(Y/n),” you answered and he nodded.

“A white lantern must embody all the emotions, all the spectrums of the light. You must feel everything, and most of all, you must balance them. Your emotions will be your saving grace but lose balance, fall unevenly to any and you will destroy yourself and everything around you,” he warned.

“Ophelius, just hold on. A Green Lantern is on the way, he’ll be able to save you,” you tried to reason.

“No, there is no time to wait for Oa’s warrior. Listen to me Terran, remember these words, they will be your connection to all those before you, to the power of the light, and to the balance within,” Ophelius warned and he raised his hand to you, four fingers of light green skin, one of which was adorned with a white ring.

“In brightest day there will be light,” he said solemnly and the ring began to glow with a bright white light. “To cleanse the soul and set wrongs right,” he continued and the ring slowly lifted from his finger. “When darkness falls, look to the skies,” it spun carefully in the air, enveloping you and Ophelius in this white light. “A new dawn comes,” the ring placed itself on your finger, “let there be light,” Ophelius finished and the light died away, leaving you in white and Ophelius who looked even paler than before.

“Ophelius,” you muttered his name carefully.

“Be the brightest of lights, (y/n),” he whispered once more and he fell back gently against the ground.

“(Y/n)!” you heard Jason shout your name but your eyes stayed glued to the now-dead alien.

“(Y/n)!” that was Green Lantern’s voice.

“Damnit, (Y/n), where are you?” Jason called out again.

“Ophelius?” you whispered his name but there was no response, the alien was dead and he had left you with the last ring of the White Lanterns.

A hand landed on your shoulder and as you turned your eyes met the cowl covered ones of the Batman. His costume was such a stark contrast to what you were now wearing. Your previous attire had been your costume, a black armour-padded halter top, utility belt, military-grade camoflauge-printted dark cargo pants with a kevlar weave and combat boots. Now? Now you were wearing the exact same thing in white, but it felt different somehow, like there was something thrumming in each thread.

“Here,” the Bat’s gravelly voice called out.

A second later Jason came bounding through the smoke, the Green Lantern right behind him. GL’s eyes narrowed on the alien and then on you.

“That’s impossible,” he muttered.

“Woah,” Jason noted.

“He’s dead,” you whispered, staring at the pale alien and straight into his lifeless purple eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Jason crept closer and squatted down beside you.

“I didn’t think he was going to die,” you whispered, looking at the alien and then to your hands which were covered in his purple blood.

“Hey, doll,” Jason said the term softly, forcing you to look at him, “what’s going on in your head?”

“I just wanted to see the spaceship,” you admitted turning to Jason with glassy eyes.

“What did he say?” Green Lantern interrupted.

“Be the light,” you muttered.

“What?” GL pressed.

“He told me to be the light,” you repeated, eyes still glued to the dead alien.

Shakily you reached your hand out, and gently you shut the alien’s eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek, Ophelius had read our life in seconds, but his presence was still so fresh in your mind, it hurt more than you were expecting when he died.

“We need to debrief her at the Watchtower, now,” Green Lantern pushed.

“No, you need to back off,” Jason growled suddenly.

“Hood, stand down,” Batman warned.

“Back off, old man,” Jason threatened, standing back up. “She’s in shock, you robots!”

“Red,” your hand automatically moves towards his side. Gently it rests against his hip and he turns to you. “Hood,” your fingers grip into one of his thigh holsters, needing something to hold onto.

“Let’s go,” Jason huffed.

He grabbed your hand, not caring about the purple blood now on his own hands and suit, and helped you up, one hand went to your back almost immediately as he forced you to move forward.

“Jase,” you said his name softly as he pulled you away from Ophelius’ body. “Jay, stop,” you fight his hand as you force him to stop moving.

“What, doll? What is it?” he asked, hands moving to your arms.

“We have to go with them,” you mutter.

“No way. We’re not doing their dance, not today, not now,” he argued.

Your gaze dropped to your stained hands, and the ring now on your finger, “we have to.”

Safe to say Jason was not pleased to end up in the Batcave twenty minutes later. Sure, it was better than the Watchtower, but it was still more than he wanted. But you were going, and if you were going then so was he. You were his partner and there was no way he was going to leave you in any Justice League madness on your own. Your hands were still stained purple, he hadn’t even given you a chance to clean up before deciding to start the lecture. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Batman, this time it was GL.

“-absolutely reckless, going out on your own into an uncleared sight. Touching an alien that you didn’t know, talking with it instead of calling us? I mean what kind of bullheaded move is that!” you would have laughed if he wasn’t yelling at you. Hal Jordan was usually one of the more relaxed Leaguers, so this was very uncharacteristic.

“Give it a rest, Hal,” Jason finally groaned.

“I haven’t even gotten to you, yet, I mean you let her wander off,” Hal reared.

“I let her?” Jason scoffed. “In case you missed it, she’s a fully grown woman!” Jason shot back.

“Oh, for the love of god,” you interrupted. “Are you going to help me or not, Hal?” you asked him, hands flat on the table while you stood, looking at him definitely, everybody’s masks were off at this point as you addressed each other.

GL seemed taken aback by your abrupt interruption because for a second he just gaped.

“Oh, now he has nothing to say,” Jason scoffed and you leveled your best friend with a look.

“Jason, not helping,” you tell him, he simply sighed and sat back down.

“Look, Hal, this happened and you know better than anyone whether we want it or not, this ring is mine, so you can help me or you can get out of my way,” you lamented, and he sighed, shoulders dropping.

“You don’t understand,” he shared.

“Understand what?” you pressed.

“The White Lantern’s were supposed to be extinct. The power that comes with a White Lantern’s Light is categorically insurmountable,” he explained and your brows furrowed.

“What?” you repeated.

“You encompass all the colors, (y/n)! All of them! As a Green Lantern I focus on the powers of Green. We are the middle of the spectrum, we maintain the balance, but white? White is all the colors, you can’t focus solely on one in risk of losing balance. You have to learn to balance it all.”

“She can do it,” Jason argued.

“It takes years!” Hal shot back, “She doesn’t even know the Lantern’s spectrum!” he negated and your brain made the connection.

“Love, Compassion, Hope, Fear, Greed, and Anger,” you mutter.

“What did you say?” GL’s head snapped back to you in seconds.

“That’s what he asked me about, he read my mind, looked into my memories. Specifically of Love, Compassion, Hope, Fear, Greed, and Anger,” you tell them, and Hal finally shuts his mouth.

“What else did he say?” Batman spoke up for the first time since arriving back at the cave, his cowl was off as he stared at you.

“A mantra,” you tell him.

“A mantra?” Jason repeated, eyebrow quirked.

“In brightest day there will be light, to cleanse the soul, and set wrongs right. When darkness falls, look to the skies. A new dawn comes, let there be light,” you repeat, the words tugging at your gut as your fingers fidget with the new ring.

“Sounds familiar,” Bruce noted, turning his attention back to the Green Lantern.

Hal ran a hand over his face and groaned.

“I don’t get it,” you admit.

“The ring is only part of it,” He begins, unsurely. “It’s powerful, sure, but most of the colored lantern corps need to recharge the ring with a battery. We all have a, how’d you call it, a mantra? Yeah, we all have one. It’s different for each spectrum, and we use it to pull the energy from the battery to the rings, but a white lantern is different, there is no battery,” he explained and your brows furrowed.

“Okay… so how do I recharge?” you asked.

“Through your own energy,” Hal admits and you blink at him.

“What, like draining her own life source?” Jason scoffed.

“Not exactly, it’s supposed to be more like channeling the different emotions into energy for the rings, if done right there should be no negative side effects. But like I stated she’s not prepared, it can take years to learn how to channel your energy the right way, and if she’s not, she could kill herself.”

“That’s not terrifying at all,” you sarcastically assure Hal.

“Hey, I’m not the one who told you to run off!” he countered. “You were irresponsible! And reckless! Honestly, what were you thinking, galavanting off into some crash before the smoke’s even cleared!” he's shouting again and it’s starting to piss you off.

Your fist clenches and then you’re standing up again, “Stop shouting at me!”

Your chest is heaving as you glare at the lantern, but instead of glaring back at you, he’s staring with wide eyes.

“Woah,” Jason's murmur is what pulls your attention.

“What?” you snap, gaze shifting to him.

“Doll,” Jason’s voice was as soft as it’s ever been, “you’re glowing.”

Jason’s eyes were also a bit wide and when you stared down at your hands, you saw that he was right. A sort of white glow seemed to be emanating from your body, in fact it was lighting up the whole cave.

“I- I don’t-” you stuttered.

“This is what I’m talking about, you’re not balancing your emotions!” Hal began again. “You’re letting the Entity take control!”

“Hal,” Bruce finally spoke up, effectively stopping the lantern. He stalked closer to you and a heavy hand came down on your shoulder. You met his eyes and he nodded gently, “take a breath, (Y/n),” he instructed. You nodded and took a deep inhale. “Again,” he told you once you had exhaled, and you followed his instructions.

You repeated the process a few times but you noticed as the light began to fade and your heart rate settled.

He turned to Hal, “Control is teachable, Hal. Curiosity isn’t,” he reminded him.

You stared at Bruce for a second, there were moments when you could see the dad in him showing, and you could never reconcile that version of him with the Bat. They seemed like two completely different people, it was easy to understand Jason’s irritation. Living with someone who could be so different depending on the hour would take a toll on anyone for sure. Your gaze shifted from Bruce to Hal with a furrowed brow, “What Entity?” you press.

“What?” he stuttered.

“You said that the Entity was taking control, what Entity?” you asked.

Hal sighed before finally collapsing in a chair, “The White Lanterns are the physical embodiment of the Entity, which is the power of life itself. White Lanterns are dangerous and unpredictable, Kyle was closest we’ve ever seen to a true White Lantern. But even then, he was a Green Lantern first, and the Entity reverted him back to the Green Lanterns after. You’re wearing the first real White Lantern ring I’ve ever seen. It’s not like the ones Kyle created, and that’s alarming because it just reminds me that there is so much we don’t know about White Lanterns.”

“So you’re saying that the force behind the White Lanterns is life itself, and it manifests as an Entity which has no real form but white light. Which is why it needs me, a ring bearer?” you surmise, squinting at Hal as you put things together.

“Yes,” he nods and you turn back to Bruce.

“What do you think?” you asked him seriously and Bruce just stared at you.

You may not be his biggest fan most days, but there was no doubt that Bruce Wayne was a brilliant critical thinker, and if anyone could help you right now, it was going to be him. “I think the rings choose the wearer. Meaning nothing short of killing you will result in removing the ring’s attachment to you,” he begins and your brow quirked.

“We are not killing her!” Jason interrupted, and the corners of your lips quirked.

“There’s only one thing to do, train,” Bruce agreed with a small smirk.

“Train?” you repeat.

“And who do you think is going to train her?” Hal interrupted.

“I’d expect it to be you, Jordan, or any of your counterparts, though I do feel both you and John Stewart would have better luck when compared to Guy Gardner, Jessica Cruz and Kyle Rayner,” Bruce shot back and Hal’s eyes blew wide.

“Me?” Hal shot back. “What do I know about training anyone?” he scoffed.

“There’s a learning curve,” Bruce shrugged, eyes lingering on Jason for a second.

“Your nonchalance is inspiring,” you muse, eyes darting over to Jason who was now focused on Hal.

“No dead birds, Jordan,” Jason warns, and you almost choke on your responding laugh.

...

a/n: ps: i know i play a little fast and loose with the lantern rules, im open to suggestions!

everything tags: @butterfly-skinnylegend

dc taglist: @batarella @loninctzencarat @escapenightmare @uh-oh-howd-i-get-here

[hxney-lemcn]

Not so Long Distance — Idia Shroud x gn! reader

summery: with the seconds ticking down, everyone has a certain amount of time before they meet their soulmate, you just hope yours is your online crush.

tw: awkward encounters, reader isn't Yuu.

a/n: I'm in my Idia phase, help. Also, my first soulmate fic I'm proud of.

wc: 2.6k

Master List

The countdown on your wrist that had once been a beacon of hope and excitement slowly turned into one of doom. The idea of meeting your soulmate was terrifying yet exciting. Meeting someone that you fit perfectly with was mystifying, and the underlying fear of rejection scared you, but overall you would accept your soulmates wishes. But now? Something you never even thought of happened. 

You’re falling for someone you met online, but your timer is still ticking. 

With the internet still being new, and research into how it could affect the soulmate mark is still going on, you’re not sure if you should lose hope yet. For all you knew, the mark didn’t register when two people meet from separate distances…but you felt like you were coping with that explanation. You had met him online months ago, and every bad joke or insult towards a shitty player made you laugh, everytime he laughed at your bad jokes your stomach fluttered. It was embarrassing in a sense, you were falling for someone you hadn’t even seen yet. What if he was tricking you and he was some old man? But you doubted it, he sounded young and the way he talked was even outdoing modern slang. In fact, you even brought up this train of thought one day while you were on a call playing separate games. 

“Y’know, for all I know you’re some fifty year old guy,” You said in a joking tone, farming your crops in game.

“Hah?” Gloomuri, or Gloom as you’ve dubbed him, let out a noise of confusion. “Are you really that dumb?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean!” You huffed, accidentally hitting a plant that still needed to grow mature causing you a slight profit loss on your farm. “I just mean that I’ve never seen your face. Even though I know you, if I saw you on the street I’d never realize.”

The call fell silent for a few seconds, but to you it felt like minutes. You were propositioning something that felt like crossing a small boundary that was set. A video call. Something you were nervous about as well since that meant showing your own face. But IGloom had snuck his way into becoming one of your top, if not closest friend over the past few months. He’d drone on about some game drama you had almost no idea about, while he’d listen to your ‘normie’ drama (as he dubbed it) about school or friends. Although you’d say the best moments were when you’d both geek out over games or anime together, fighting on who the best character is and what your favorite part was. 

“Y-you wanna do a…video call?” Gloom hesitantly asked, you could hear the nerves in his tone which caused you to backtrack.

“We don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I’m not trying to pressure you,” You assured. “I’m just a bit curious. 

A few more seconds passed before he spoke up, voice even shakier than before, “Y-you’d show your f-face too…right?”

You fidgeted with your computer mouse, his nerves starting to get to you, “It’s only fair I suppose…” When you clicked on the call, unsure where this was going, you were surprised to see his camera on, but covered. “Wait, you mean right now?” You asked. 

“D-did you not mean right now?” He replied back, his voice an octave higher. 

“I-I just don’t…I’m not the most presentable,” You muttered back, looking at your reflection in the black of your phone screen. You pushed some of your hair back into place, fixing the collar of your sweater. Oh gosh, you were going to finally see what your crush looks like! 

“I don’t either,” Gloom mumbled, continuing to mumble something under his breath that you couldn’t make out. “N-never mind, never doing this-”

“W-wait!” You called out, turning your camera on as soon as you were out of sight. “I’ll do it, just don’t judge me too hard, okay?” Another few seconds before he meekly replied a small ‘ok’. “On the count of three. One…two…three.” 

Just like that, your breath got taken away. On the other side of the camera was a pale guy with blue flaming hair and…wait a minute…didn’t someone exactly like him go to your campus? You blinked at him with wide eyes, snapping out of your daze when he shied away from your gaze.

“Do I know you?” You asked dumbly, snapping Gloom out of his own daze. It was his turn to blink at you before he tilted his head. 

If he moved his hand away from the bottom of his face you’d notice a sharp smirk overtake his handsome features, “I’d hope so, we’ve been talking for how long?”

“That’s not what I meant,” You huffed once more that night. “You look like a guy that goes to my campus.”

“Really?” Gloom asked, unbelievably skeptical. “‘Cus not many people have blue flaming hair.”

You rolled your eyes, glad that convo was back to your playful banter, “I’ve never actually seen him. Only heard about him once from my irl friends. And yes, he was described as having fiery hair.”

“...Where do you go to school?” He asked, suddenly serious.

You gave him a skeptical look, “And why should I give you my current location? So you can stalk me?”

“I could find out in one click if I wanted,” He shrugged, amber eyes showing he was completely serious. 

“Thanks for not doxxing me I guess…” You grumbled, a bit put off. “I go to Night Raven College.” The silence was loud after that revolution before he broke it.

“I guess you do know me irl.”

That call had changed something in your friendship. The space between y’all had seemed to get smaller as you both grew more comfortable with one another, nearly having calls everyday. Now that you knew what eachother looked like, you’d have some video calls sprinkled in, and your raging crush seemed to only grow stronger. Now you had a pretty face to put to his lovely deep voice, and you wanted to strangle him for how attractive he was.

You now found yourself counting down the days till school started, and as you looked down at that damned timer on your wrist you found yourself hopeful again. You had fifteen days till school, and your soulmate timer was down to twenty days. You had been barely getting any sleep due to that, hoping that once you met Gloomuri, who you’ve come to know as Idia, the timer would hit zero. You both just clicked so well in a way you’ve never felt before, you just hoped he had the same numbers lining his own wrist. 

…

With how excited you were with meeting Idia, you found yourself getting quickly overwhelmed with school work. The professors didn’t hold back when it came to work, and contact between you and Idia had devolved from video calls into texts. It wasn’t until you woke up the first Saturday of the school year, looked down at your wrist and noticing the time had changed from days to hours. You nearly had a heart attack seeing it, all your anxiety mashing together at one moment. What if you just stayed in your dorm all day? But then that would mean your soulmate was someone in your dorm. But if you went out there was a high chance it wasn’t Idia. 

Before the dilemma could get to your head too much, your roommate asked if you wanted to tag along with them to Sam’s shop. Wanting to clear your mind a bit, you agreed, hoping to just ignore your problem instead of overthinking. You both ended up talking about classes, what you predicted you’d struggle in and do okay, who was in your classes and such. 

You had to hold yourself back from buying something, though you do have to give Sam props for having almost everything you could think of. All was good once more…until someone with a head of fiery blue hair walked in. It wasn’t Idia though, no, but someone who looked eerily similar if not quite a bit younger. Your friend noticed your attention left them, falling onto the young technomatic humanoid and decided to speak up.

“Hey Ortho,” They greeted him with a smile. “How’s it going?”

“Hello!” He replied back quickly, “My morning is going well. How about you?”

“It’s been good,” They smiled. “This is my friend.” They introduced you, saying your name. To your surprise Ortho lit up, seemingly recognizing your name. 

“Really?” He asked. You hummed while nodding in agreement, heart skipping a beat. Peaking at your wrist you noticed the time was cut down to minutes. Was this it? Was Idia actually your soulmate? Your hope was reignited tenfold.

“My brother talks about you all the time!” Ortho exclaimed excitedly.

“Wait, you know Idia?” Your friend asks, astonished. “The shut-in who uses a tablet to attend class?”

“M-maybe,” You murmured bashfully, crossing your arms as a nervous habit.

“Are you free after this?” Ortho asked, nearly jumping up and down.

“Yeah,” Your friend spoke up before you could. “We just finished actually.”

“That’s great!” Ortho exclaimed, his eyes shining. You were sure if he didn’t have the bottom half of his face covered he’d be smiling widely. “You should come over to Ignihyde, I’m sure Idia would love it if you came to visit.”

“Okay.” 

It was out before you knew it, and like a whirlwind, you were suddenly swept to the front door of Idia’s dorm room, his little brother by your side. Before you could lift your hand up to knock, the door automatically slid open after Ortho’s face was scanned. You knew Ignihyde was known for its technical prowess…but this seemed like overkill. You stood outside awkwardly, unsure if you were allowed to step in yet, but you weren’t left to flounder for long as Ortho pulled you in by your hand. You glanced once more at your wrist and you nearly burst into tears. Only a few seconds left. A few seconds left until Idia was your confirmed soulmate and you suddenly didn’t feel as excited. Fear grasped your heart, unsure if he would be willing to be tied to you for the rest of your lives. You didn’t have much time to think of every terrible scenario as you faced the guy you had been fawning over. 

As Idia turned to greet Ortho (and grab some snacks), he found himself having a heart attack when he saw your face. He knew you both went to the same school, but he wasn’t prepared to see you face to face…not irl at least. He barely comprehended Ortho’s rambling, too busy trying to hide his visage from your sight. He wasn’t prepared for someone to visit, not to mention you. Everywhere he looked he saw a different mess that would surely disappoint you, dirty clothes that scattered the floor, empty ramen cups that lined his desk, and empty cans of energy drinks that filled his trash can…yeah not the best first impression. 

You, on the other hand, anxiously straighten your shirt while trying to not seem like you cared about your appearance too much. You were the first one to speak up after Ortho took his leave (seemingly ignorant of the tense atmosphere). 

“Hey,” You greeted, an awkward smile on your lips. Instead of replying, Idia merely gave a weak whimper as he pulled his hood as far as it would go over his head. “I-I’m sorry, Ortho invited me, and I have been wanting to meet you in person, I hope I’m not overstepping too much…” Then, he let out a sudden shriek, causing you to nearly fall over from how loud it was.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, scared he might’ve hurt himself somehow. 

“Th-the…y-your…I’m in a dream, this has to be. There’s no way this is real,” He muttered, holding his face in some sort of desperation. 

“Not a bad dream I hope…” You chuckled awkwardly, not sure what was going on. Not the cute meeting with your soulmate like you wished, you just hoped this wasn’t him violently rejecting you. Instead of replying, he let out another whimper, and you felt like you’re intruding in something you shouldn’t be. Your awkwardness meter being at its max, you decided you should take your exit and hope he calms down soon so you both can talk the situation out. 

“I’ll just…it was nice seeing you,” You stumbled over your words a bit. “I’ll let you uh…I’ll leave you to it…”

“W-wait!” Idia jolts up, eyes erratic. “You…w-we’re…” “Soulmates?” You supplemented. 

“Y-yeah…how are you so calm about it?”

“Would…would it be weird if I said I was hoping for you to be my soulmate?” You asked in a whisper, eyes darting around his room instead of meeting his own. Not like he’d be able to make eye contact with you either. 

Idia let out a squeak at your reply, his heart beating erratically. He found you too good to be true. You both liked similar games and anime, and when you didn’t play the same game you’d both play your own game while being on call. He found himself looking forward to your calls, something he would have never thought possible (he avoids calls like the plague). He found himself looking forward to something for once, finding solace in something that wasn’t fictional for once, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It was scary, but manageable when you were just pixels like everything else he loved (Ortho wasn’t technically pixels, but he wasn’t human (anymore) either). But now you were face to face in person, and you were so much more attractive when he could see you fully, and gosh he’s not sure how much more he could handle this. Especially not with such bold remarks like that. 

Idia never really cared about soulmates. If anything, he loathed the ink that marked his skin. Wished for the digits to just go away. His entire life was a curse, so cursed that he was forced to drag someone down with him. He didn’t deserve it, and no one else deserved his fate. And now, seeing you, a person outside of his family that he managed to grow close to…he felt conflicted. He too was happy you were his soulmate. You were so sweet, but not overly so. Not afraid to snap back at him with your quick wit. His heart would skip a beat when he heard the smile in your voice, or when you’d laugh at his lame joke. He would dream of a future with you when he closed his eyes, allowing him to envision a life with you and Ortho, living happily somewhere like normal people would. He was also guilty, you didn’t deserve a secluded life away from others.

“Yes,” He ended up answering. “That’s like…super weird.”

“Oh,” You felt disheartened. This was totally a rejection. 

“You shouldn’t like me,” Idia continued. “Someone like me doesn’t get that ending…”

“Hmm,” You hummed, an idea forming in your mind. Perhaps you just needed to speak his language. “I guess you got the secret good ending then.”

“B-but-”

“No buts,” You tutted. “Now, last time we talked you mentioned that game, why don’t we play it?”

It’ll take a lot of time for Idia to fully warm up to the idea of having a soulmate, truly. Not just some numbers, but an actual person who smiled at him so warmly, like he was worth something. It’ll take even more time for him to warm up to you, your love, your affection…but he found something small burning within him. Like a small spark being lit deep in his heart…hope. Hope for the future, something he’s never felt before.

[baisemains]

Elements of Desire

Chapter 1: Freaks & Geeks

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

contains: fluff! just a meet cute really, timebomb as a plot device, age gap technically (reader is early 30’s)

description: your newest student clashing with your brightest might be the best thing that ever happened to you.

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next // sevika masterlist

It was a normal Thursday morning and you were on your way to your chemistry classroom, already late to prep for your first class when your phone beeps. Hearing the tell-tale ring of Outlook, you know it’s something important so you pull it out of your pocket and see that the school secretary has emailed you.

‘New student being added to your first period, updating your roster now.’'

You internally groan, you’ve officially hit max occupancy for the year and it’s only the first week of October.

Taking a deep breath, you reach your classroom and quickly start to put your things in the corner behind your desk before your students start arriving.

Hearing footsteps, you look up and see one of your favorite students, Ekko, walking in.

“Hey dude, ready for today’s quiz?”

He smiles at you, both of you already knowing the answer. Ekko is the top student in your class by a mile, you’ve got no worries when it comes to him.

“Of course, teach, when have I ever let you down?”

You laugh and go back to pulling out your materials for the day.

The rest of your class files in within the next few minutes, and you’re just about to start the day’s lesson when there’s a gentle knock on the door.

Walking over, you open the door confused and see a blue haired girl standing there, nervously twiddling with the straps of her backpack.

“Hi, I’m Powder, they told me this was my first period…?”

You school your face and usher her inside, smiling as she stands at the front of the class, unsure of what to do.

“Everybody, this is Powder, our new student. Make sure you help her out if she needs it, alright?”

Murmurs of agreement float around the room as you turn to Powder.

“Follow me, I’m gonna introduce you to your lab partner.”

You walk her to the very back row of tables and stop next to Ekko’s station.

“Powder, meet Ekko. Ekko, meet Powder, your new partner.”

Ekko looks up from where he was writing in his notebook and furrows his eyebrows.

“…What do you mean, my new partner? I thought you said I could go without one this year.”

“I did, before the district filled up my class and left me no choice.”

“That’s not fair! A partner is just gonna slow me down, I’m gonna have to help her and do my work!”

Ekko starts to plead his case with you, but you hear Powder shuffle behind you and you’re not having it.

“Hey. I know it’s not an ideal situation, dude, but we’ve gotta work with what we’ve got. Give her a chance before you say anything else, alright?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and his shoulders slump, knowing you’re right. He never could really be mad at his favorite teacher.

“Okay, teach, my bad.”

He clears his stuff off of the chair next to him and you gesture for Powder to sit down.

“I’ll be right back with an assessment, okay? Let’s see where your chemistry skills are at.”

You leave the two of them and walk back to your desk to grab a general knowledge test so you can gauge where Powder sits in relation to the rest of your class. You hope she’s at least got the basics down or you’ll really feel bad for making her Ekko’s partner.

Heading over and giving it to her, you tell her to take as long as she needs while you hand out the planned quiz to everyone else.

While the kids are doing that, you sit at your desk and start grading assignments from last class. You’ve barely gotten through a handful when Powder walks up to your desk. Assuming she needs help, you look up at her and smile.

“What’s up Powder?”

Her eyes flicker between you and your computer as she chews on her lip.

“Um, I…finished my test.”

You blink at her. Glancing at your clock, it’s barely been fifteen minutes when it should’ve taken her at least thirty, and that’s comparing it to your brightest students.

Smiling softly to not make her so nervous, you put your hand out and ask to see it.

Scanning it over, you’re in shock. Every answer seems correct so far and all her work is accounted for. You wonder for a second if Ekko had helped her but quickly shot down that thought when you remember how reluctant he was to have a lab partner.

“Powder, this looks…perfect. Have you taken chemistry before?”

She lets out a shy smile as she answers.

“No, I just really like math.”

The gears in your head begin to turn as you realize you may have a star student on your hands.

“That’s great to hear! You think you’d feel comfortable taking today’s quiz? It covers the last couple units we’ve been working on.”

Her smile broadens at that.

“Yeah, that sounds okay.”

By the end of class, Powder’s successfully caught up to the rest of the kids and is starting to become an active participant, much to Ekko’s chagrin.

The next couple weeks of classes pass by quickly, and a new rivalry begins to bloom between Ekko and Powder.

At first, you thought it was just friendly competition between partners but you soon realize it’s more than that.

One day, you hear bickering from the back of the classroom and see Powder trying to reach for a test tube Ekko is holding.

The closer you get, the better you understand them when you hear Ekko yell, “I don’t need your help with this, you’re just gonna jinx me!”

As he says that, he leans back and begins to tilt the test tube directly over the boy standing at the next station.

Almost as if in slow motion, you immediately leap forward and push him out of the way as the liquid pours onto the ground and sizzles.

The entire class goes silent as you stand there staring at your two best students, feeling the smoke pour out of your ears.

The dam finally breaks as you loudly scold them both about safety guidelines and the hazards of the chemicals they’re dealing with.

They have the decency to look embarrassed and apologize to their classmate when you tell them that you’ll be contacting their parents.

Both of them look at you in horror and beg you not to, but your mind is already made up and you head to your desk to email their parents about a conference as soon as possible.

Ekko’s parents are able to meet that evening, a lovely couple that you met at Back To School Night, who apologize profusely for their son’s actions.

You tell them how you’re not going to go too hard on their son because he’s usually your best student and you know this isn’t typical behavior from him, although you do expect him to clean up his act.

Ekko sincerely apologizes and you nod, shooting him a quick smile to let him know you accept.

They thank you for your time and promise that he will no longer be a problem in class, whisking him out of the room with a large hand gripping the back of his neck.

The next night, you’re set to meet Powder’s mom as she was busy the previous one.

Having zero idea what to expect, her very curt reply to your email asking to meet didn’t leave you a whole lot to work with.

You just hope she’s not one of those parents who expect the teacher to be their kid’s only disciplinarian, you have enough of those already.

It’s nearing five o’ clock, the designated time for your meeting so you start organizing your desk a bit, not wanting anyone to think you’re a slob.

As you’re facing away from the entrance, you hear a gentle knock from the doorway and as you turn around to face your visitors, you wish you had googled the name from your email.

The last thing you’d imagined Powder’s mom to be was the hottest woman you’d ever seen, but you remind yourself she was still a parent you needed to talk to, so before you think about it too much, you wave them over.

“Please come in, both of you.”

Powder walks in first, sheepish with her hands behind her back.

Her mom follows, and your eyes trace over her face, having to look up the closer she gets.

You notice her thick eyebrows, slightly furrowed at the moment, framing her daunting grey eyes. Short black hair caresses her face, threatening to hide it from view. Her nose is prominent, and you decide how well it suits her. She also has a labret piercing, which draws your attention to her thick lips, currently situated into a closed half smile.

You don’t even realize you’re looking at her mouth until she starts talking.

“Sevika, Powder’s mom.”

Her large hand stretches out towards you and when you slip your hand into hers, it takes a good amount of effort to not shake it for longer than necessary.

It’s surprisingly soft, even with all of the calluses you can feel, and pleasantly warm. You wonder if she was wearing gloves to protect them from the chilly fall air outside or if she's just blessed with good genes.

Introducing yourself as well, you remove your hand from hers and drop it to your side, already feeling like you’re missing something.

Now looking between the two, you think that Powder is maybe adopted – or looks like her dad, you dreadfully think to yourself – because she doesn’t bear any resemblance to the Amazon in front of you.

Before you can say anything else, the woman in front of you takes a step back and nudges Powder’s shoulder before stuffing both of her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket.

“Go ahead, tell her.”

Your eyes flick up to Sevika, who’s smirking at her daughter and you quickly look back down before you catch her eye.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting lately, I never meant to let it go that far. I promise to lock in and be the student you deserve,” Powder declares with watery eyes, looking down at the floor when she’s done talking.

Pressing your lips together to contain your laugh, you close your eyes for a couple of seconds to gather yourself, finally opening them to see that Sevika is looking right at you.

Breaking the eye contact and clearing your throat, you look down at the girl in front of you and lay your hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you for apologizing Powder, it means a lot. I know you have what it takes to be an amazing student, you’ve been doing it this whole time. You just gotta quit the stuff with Ekko.”

She looks up at you at that, a defiant glint in her eye.

“You got it, teach,” she tells you through gritted teeth.

You giggle at her response, and then remember something else you wanted to bring up in this meeting, gesturing for both of them to sit at the station in the front row.

Grabbing a flyer from your desk, you walk back over and set it down in front of Sevika.

“So there’s a science fair coming up in the spring, and I think Powder should enter.”

Two pairs of eyes look up at you with matching lifted eyebrows, and for the first time tonight, you see a resemblance.

After laughing in your head, you continue on with your explanation.

“It’s open to all high schoolers in the state, and there’s a cash prize for the top three students; $10,000 for third, $25,000 for second, and $50,000 for first.”

Sevika’s eyes widen, letting her stoic mask slip for the first time tonight.

“The idea is to give them a head start on a college fund, but because the prize pool is so large, they require applications to even be able to conduct an actual project. They only accept the top 1,000 submissions, and then they cut it down to 100, but I really feel like Powder has a shot.”

You look between the two sitting in front you, gauging reactions.

Sevika chews the inside of her cheek as she glares at the flyer in front of her.

The first thing that enters her mind is just how life changing that money would be.

Powder's never wanted for anything, but it's also been a struggle to give her the best life Sevika feels she deserves, especially being a single mother.

'...50 grand for first place, huh?"

Sevika looks over the flyer skeptically for a few beats longer before passing it to Powder, who looks like she's about to faint from excitement.

You rub your hand on the back of your neck, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed for just throwing the idea out there like that.

Sevika's grey eyes flick back over to you after observing her daughter for a couple seconds.

"How much work is a project like this gonna require?"

Breathing an internal sigh of relief, you feel like you have a shot to convince her.

“It is gonna take up most of her free time, until the spring, I won’t lie, but if she can pull this off, it’ll all be worth it.”

Sevika lets out a scoff at that, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans back in her chair.

"So I'm just supposed to let her spend months at your beck and call? No way, I-"

Powder suddenly slams her palm on the table before Sevika can protest further.

"Pleaseee, mom?”

Sevika looks down at her daughter, eyes narrowing at being cut off.

"This could seriously change my life, our life, and I promise it won't get in the way of my school work. I won't let you down.”

Sevika’s demeanor softens at that, seeing Powder’s determination reminds her of herself in a way.

After a few seconds of silence, Sevika turns back to where you’re standing and pierces you with a look.

“I’m not saying yes. I’ll think about it, but I do want you to send me more information about this thing.”

You nod fervently, grabbing the flyer and ripping a piece off the bottom to jot your number onto it.

Passing it to Sevika, you smile warmly.

“Of course, that sounds great. You’ll have my number if you need anything.”

She takes the slip, briefly touching your fingertips as she pulls it away, your cheeks heating up at the contact.

You look down at Powder, and she’s almost in tears with excitement.

Sevika rises from her chair and motions for Powder to follow as she stands in front of you.

“I’m serious about what I said. I want every bit of information you have on this, and then I’ll consider my answer.”

To punctuate her sentence, she sticks her hand out for another handshake, and this time, you grip her palm with the same energy she’s giving you, determined to show her that you’re serious about this.

“Of course, Sevika. You have my word.”

Her mouth twitches up into a small smile when you say her name, deciding she likes the way it sounds.

You notice her small gap for the first time, and feel a little swirl in your stomach.

“We’ll be in touch then, miss. Powder, let’s go babe, I gotta grab your sister and get dinner started.”

She drops your hand – slowly, you realize – and the two of them leave out the way they came, Powder clutching the flyer in hand and waving at you as they disappear from your sight.

Taking a seat in your desk chair, you start drafting up an email with more information about the science fair to Sevika, not wanting to waste any time.

It's almost an hour later when you're finally done detailing everything Sevika needs to know, and once you hit send, you lean back in your chair and finally let out the breath you'd been holding in.

The whole interaction left you feeling a bit frazzled, but not in a bad way.

You couldn't stop thinking about Sevika's face, the crinkle in her eyebrows whenever she looked at you, her eyes boring holes into your very soul.

Really, you can't help but be a bit frustrated at the fact you hadn't been able to stop staring at her the entire time, wondering what's wrong with you for thirsting over one of your students' moms.

With an annoyed groan, you rub your face to hopefully snap yourself out of it and pack up your things to leave for the night, thoughts occupied by this new character in your life.

[mydrink-n-my2step]

Hacking To Your Heart-Yandere Hacker x Chubby insecure reader

You stumble upon an ad for a malware app, unbeknownst to you, it's an invitation to potential stalking.

Author's Note//: AHH Mira's back again! I hope this story is okay for y'all. Let me know what I can do better. BTW: Best Buy is an electronics store where you can also get your technology items fixed by the workers (Geek Squad)

TW//: Fluff, attempted angst, mild smut, masturbation, misuse of work uniform, stalking, internet hacking, Revenge, spoiler: excrement(NOT KINKY, revenge use), y/n is afab, y/n is also pretty desperate. Okay, I hope y'all enjoy this.

DISCLAIMER: I don't condone these behaviors. Please do not act out these actions that my characters commit. PLEASE DO NOT!!!!

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Yandere Hacker x Chubby Insecure reader

Five months. It has been five months since he saw you. In January, at his job at Best Buy, you asked for one of the Geek Squad members to help fix your computer screen, which unfortunately had the infamous blue screen of death. You wanted to cry when others before him couldn’t solve your tumultuous problem. They were incapable, teenagers who wanted to make money, so they lied on their resumes that they were experienced in tech. However, Yandere Hacker was more experienced in his field and life. 

You were so thankful once you saw your normal laptop’s wallpaper. It's the dull background you contemplated a week before the change that put a toothy grin from ear to ear. Something in the back of your mind told you to kiss him, but you shut that down immediately. 

Aloysius felt proud of himself, seeing your smile. How your chubby cheeks moved and your eyes creased. It wasn't just the fact that he solved a customer’s problem, but seeing the look on your face, that was the kicker. He loved it when customers expressed their gratification, yet this was different. He was figuratively eating up your joy. Licking the plate and all. “How much is it?” You asked, though he didn’t respond; he was too busy lapping at you. You waved at his face so he could snap out of his daze. “I-I only pressed a few buttons. D-don’t worry, ma’am, it’s on the house.” He was going to miss seeing you in his workplace. Even after his shift, on his way to McDonald’s for dinner, in the shower, and in his bed, he still remembered you. There was Something about you that brightened his day and many more days, weeks, and months to come. 

February came, and despite it being great that he didn’t see you, because you didn’t have any electronic problems, he was still melancholic about that reason. At least come around to buy some snacks or walk around the computer section. He’s aware about your computer being faulty, dammit he only pressed a few buttons and factory reset your old ass electronic. When did you get that computer anyways? In 2015???? Anyways.

February 14th came around. It was typically a day that Aloysius avoided or simply didn’t care about. Until you showed up. He was wiping down the cash register and locking up when the doors slid open. There you were, dressed in a shiny sheer black dress with a pink hibiscus starting from your lower abdomen to your knees. You had on these black Mary Jane flats that had a black bow on them. Your hair was flat-ironed and bumped at the ends, the rest was up in a bun. You were going on a date. But first, you had to drop a gift off.

“Good evening, how may I help you today? Oh, it’s you!” He says, unfortunately, cringing at his response. 

“Um, hi, I wanted to stop by and gift you something.” You opened your bag to pull out a tiny box of chocolates. You had ordered them from a Swedish chocolatier in town. It was a luxurious selection. Almond chocolate, Hazelnut, A strawberry coated in dark chocolate, toffee-covered chocolate. A chocolate orange peel and a bonbon. Luckily, Aloysius wasn’t allergic to nuts. He opened the box, despite knowing his boss would scold him. Fuck it, I’m the manager. “This is for me? Thank you so much, ma’am.” He said, popping the hazelnut one into his mouth. Though he was severely lactose intolerant, his shift was only 30 minutes left. 

“No, I wanted to thank you,” You read his nametag, “Aloysius, nice name. I wanted to thank you for what you did a few weeks ago. That was actually my work computer. I was going to return it the day before, but you saved me, so I bought you a gift. I hope you liked it. I don’t know what you like, so I got some of the popular flavors.” 

“Again, thank you so much! What’s your name, if you don’t mind? I would like to see you again, outside of this store, of course.” 

“It’s Y/n, and here’s my Instagram.” You gave him your Instagram account. He does have an account, though he doesn’t bother to use it at times. But this time, he might bother checking you out. At home, he typed your account in, seeing it pop up in the search, he pressed it. Y/n L/n, a fellow tech nerd and your zodiac sign emoji. That was it, but you had a plethora of photos. Your post count was 580. Was he going to scroll through all your posts all night, maybe, did he care that he was going to stay up all night stalking your Instagram account? Hell no. 

Later that night, he was already at post 301 when he saw that you had finally followed him. And also posted a story. Oooh, a story, maybe she’s talking about me?

In your story, you had posted a picture of an original meme that was captioned, When a series of dates went horribly wrong, so you wrote you your diary about how the world doesn’t want you to meet the one. A little dramatic, but okay. 

Poor Y/n, he thought, immediately going to your DM’s to text you. 

@alo.wtf: Hey Y/n, how are you?

@your_insta_acount: Nothing

@alo.wtf: Are you sure? Your story says otherwise.

@your_insta_acount: Ok, I went on a date, and they stood up on me

@alo.wtf: Oh, I’m sorry

Don’t worry about that person! They don’t deserve you!

@your_insta_acount: tysm Aloysius, but I just can’t help but think I’m the problem. 

Maybe it’s because I’m not pretty enough. 

@alo.wtf: What? You’re so beautiful, Y/n! It’s pretty clear the guys that try to knock you down are pricks! 

You’re gorgeous.

Maybe I went a little overboard with that text. He thought, unsending the text message right away. Unbeknownst to him, she already saw it. 

@your_insta_acount: U rlly think that? 

@alo.wtf: ofc

—-—-

Fast forward to now, you are searching online for a way to watch your favorite show without the costly fees. You weren’t in the mood to pay for any streaming services. To you, they were your enemy, sucking away your paycheck just to give you the bare minimum, like a deadbeat boyfriend. You clicked on a website that had plenty of pop-up ads that you couldn’t remove, or else they would lead you to another website. Some of them fake porn webcams. This scenario bothered the hell out of you, so you decided to watch your favorite YouTuber. Of course, you waited for the ads to end. All five million of them. But one had caught your eye. It was a computer malware protection ad that was a minute long. It showed an older woman who was talking about her computer being plagued with viruses. So her son recommended an app that she could use. The advertisement previewed the app before telling you to download it. 

Something in you didn’t want to download the app, but you felt the need to. So you went to grab your phone, and went to the App Store to search for the app. When you found the app, it had few to no reviews and zero downloads. It must’ve been a new app. But the description was pretty convincing. So you downloaded it. At first, it asks for your name, then your email address, and your pronouns. Weird, but you allowed it. It did ask for your Social Security number, but you decided not to put that in. At first, it was a requirement to put your SSN in, but the screen had glitched when you weren’t looking, changing it to “Optional”. So you skipped that part and were finally in the app. You were in. In the system. 

On day one of using the app, you noticed that the camera light was blinking red. It was night, you were busy…doing something important. Long story short, you were touching yourself. The lights were dim, and you had just turned your Hitachi wand on to the highest level. It was a night of disappointment and pleasure. Another failed date led you to this. Your fingers caress your nipples, you grind against the wand’s head. Muffled breaths leaving your mouth as you grind on your bed. The video you were watching was of another person pleasuring themselves while their partner watches from the side. The freak you were. 

Nights like these, you wished it was another person stimulating your poor pussy. Maybe that cute guy at your nearest Best Buy, what was his name again?

“Ah…ahh, ugh, Aloy…Aloyy~” You moaned as you came undone in your panties. Grinding against the Hitachi one last time to ride out your high. Dropping your phone on your bed, your hand lies gracefully against your hot pillow. Unbeknownst to you, another person was watching you the whole time.

 Aloysius was his name, and stalking was his game. 

Meanwhile, Aloysius was sitting by his gaming setup, in the dark, watching your face as it contorted to an orgasmic face. Your mouth was moaning his name unintentionally, from thinking about him. Aloysius and his blue uniform shirt, his charismatic demeanor, and his shiny, dark, wavy hair that went past his shoulders. 

He wondered what else you could be thinking of. Accidentally gave himself an erection. He rubbed himself through his pants, your constant breathing arousing him more. His work pants were about to be stained with his precum. He remembered when you showed up in that tight dress. The tropical dress that insinuated your curves and showed your pudge. The way your breast filled up the top. Your hair and the way you smell. That cutesy brown sugar smell you had that nearly had him hard at his job. Your voice and that box of chocolate. You must want him and he knows it good and damn well!

Aloysius’ fingers unbuttoned his pants hurriedly. He was too impatient to unzip his pants, so he shoved his hands into his pants. Gradually jerking himself off. Rubbing his head while he was leaking precum still. His index finger pad was going slowly, so he could enjoy the pleasure. Since you put your phone away, he closed his eyes, picturing you in that dress again. You and your pretty smile and cheeks. He imagined provocative things about you, too. You are doing unbelievable things to his imagination.

Soon, he would ejaculate in his pants. Grunting while saying your name out loud. Sure, his neighbors would’ve said something, IF he had neighbors. He lived pretty far from his job. His house is tucked away from society, in 15 acres of woods. It was not much to be considered living in a rural area, but he enjoyed believing that. 

Once he was done, he opened his eyes, looking down at his mess, then flicked his eyes at your screen. You were deleting the video from your phone. Your eyes are squinting at your screen. He chuckled at you, grabbing a tissue to wipe away his ivory mess off his pants. He was going to enjoy this so-called malware app of his.

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It was the month of May. You were taking a hiatus from dating apps for a short period to focus on yourself and work. And so far, it has been a bummer. 

You were gaining weight from stress eating. The girls in your recent work meeting were making backhanded compliments on your project. No one in the Zoom meeting was confident or cared enough to say something. You felt zeroed out. Being one of the only plus-size members of your team of game designers. The staff often behaved like piranhas with their crude comments. 

Some days, you would binge on fast food; other days, you would starve yourself. It was unfortunate for you and Aloysius. He knew something was up when he caught on with you skipping some meals and only going out to walk for hours. It felt like torture to him, seeing his baby harm herself to please others. If she were with him, he would protect her from those types of people. Sure, he was not the brawny type, but with his technological arts, he was capable of hacking into people’s technology. Playing mind games and even taking their information and selling it online. 

Aloysius took this opportunity to DM you on Instagram. He waited for several minutes for you to open your phone and see his message. 

@alo.wtf: Hey Y/n  :{

….

You never opened your phone. You were busy crying in your bed. And he was able to hear. Oh, if only he were there to console you in his arms. Go through your recent work messages and harass the people who were picking on you. Wait, that’s exactly what he will do! Opening your Messenger app, he went through your chat log. Pressing on a person’s name. He figured out through previous messages was the person who was harassing you the most. This girl is named Amanda. Saying backhanded stuff about you and your project. Prepare for what tomorrow brings her. 

@your_insta_acount: Hey Aloy

_______

You showed up at work, seeing people crowding someone’s cubicle. Amanda’s. When you walked by, you stopped, seeing her items covered in shit. Yes, human waste. You wanted to laugh, but if you did, your coworkers would suspect you of being the culprit. So you walked by your only friend, Jeffrey. 

“What the hell happened?” You whispered. 

“We don’t know, but Amanda saw this and screamed. She went to the boss’s office to report it.” He responds. 

Would it be wrong to assume that Aloysius had defecated on the girl’s desk? Yes, but it’s a possibility. Maybe he did it, maybe he had asked another person to do it for $400. Who knows. 

Work was canceled that day so that the janitors could clean her desk, and Amanda was forced to resign. No one could track down the perpetrator, so they assumed that since she hated the job and the majority of her colleagues, she did this herself. She couldn’t defend herself, so she took her leave and packed the next day.

As you were starting your car, you noticed that your phone charger was chewed on. What the hell? Today was crazy as hell, and it’s only 9 AM. But this allowed you to visit Aloysius at Best Buy. While you drove there, you checked to see the time Best Buy opened. You were going to wait an hour for the store to open. 

As you parked in the parking lot, you noticed someone with a low black ponytail walk up to the store. Aloysius had a keychain of keys in his hands, whistling a tune while he was entering the store. You exit the car, running up to him.

“Aloysius!” You called, reaching him as he turned around. Once he noticed you, his eyes brightened. Almost as if they twinkled. He went in to hug you. The hinted of Dove bodywash permeated your nostrils. It smelled similar to your favorite body wash. Pomegranate. It was the same as your body wash at home. 

“Y/n, how are you doing today? You look wonderful.”

“Oh it was a lot of shit. Can I come in? I need to buy something.” 

“Normally, I don’t allow customers in while the store is still closed, but y’know what, fuck it.” 

______________

Aloysius starts his cash register while you search for a phone charger. You end up finding one, heading to the front to pay for it. He couldn’t stop himself from cheesing. Grinning from ear to ear as you looked so good in your work clothes. Your job doesn’t require you to wear a uniform, however, you like to go above and beyond to look your best at your job, mainly so people won’t pick at you. Aloysius couldn’t stop staring at your chest, how your bosom jiggled while you moved, while you breathed. Again, he was taking you in; your scent, clothes, and face and eyes. When they travel from your wallet to him. He grips the counter, stifling himself from doing something he might regret.

“O-ok…the total will be $11.99.” He says as sweat trickles from his forehead. Suddenly, the store grew hot. You pay for the charger, stowing your credit card into your wallet. “Hey, are you doing ok, Aloy? You’re sweating a lot.” 

“I-um, excuse me for a moment.” Aloysius leaves for the employee lounge. He felt his skin turn hot from you. You waited for him to return so you could talk to him some more. You waited seven minutes. He had assumed that you would’ve left around minute five, but you stayed. It shocked him when he turned and saw your face. 

You were on your phone, which was glitching and still flashing a red light on the camera light. “Hey Aloysius, what does it mean if my phone is flashing a red light? This is a constant thing that won’t stop at all, even if I turn my phone off.”

“Let me see?” He asked, knowing that he might get caught in this situation if he “figures out” what is wrong. You waited for his diagnosis with concern in your visage. Only to be conflicted when he told you nothing was wrong.

“Excuse me?” 

“Yeah, I believe that it’s just your phone acting up. How long have you had it?” 

“For over a year now.”

“Yeah, that could be why,” he lied, “and it’s getting hot.” He said, placing the phone on the counter and shoving it back to you. He would never be able to have you for his if he admitted to tampering with your electronic device. Lying was wrong, and Aloysius was against lying to his loved ones, but he didn't want to lose you. 

“I suppose I should buy a new one.” You said, shoving it into your bag. “Well,” he started, “just because it glitches and the camera flashes doesn't mean you need a new one. I can fix it for you, i,f of course, you allow me to take you on a date?”

“A date? I guess that's the deal, here you go. Also, do you know where the restrooms are?” 

“In the back, where the office furniture is. You should see the alcove that has a sign that says ‘restroom’.” 

You leave with Aloysius left putting your password into your phone. The password he knew by a guess from your date of birth on X. Forgetting that you didn't tell him, you turned around, asking for your phone so you could put your PIN in. Aloysius convinced you that he could put it in himself, telling you to trust him that he’d forget it in a minute. He won’t.

While you're gone, Aloysius went exploring. He went through your photos and social media accounts. Analyzing your behavior on the phone. He was having a field day taking a ‘look’ through your phone. And he may have deleted the Hinge app from your phone. Whoopsie!

When you came back, you expected your phone to be fixed by your tech wizard of a friend, but unfortunately, it was the exact opposite. Aloysius wanted to feel bad, but he knew he wouldn't be able to see you anymore if he removed the tracking app from your phone.

Since you were off today, you offered to see him during lunch for a quick meal. He suggested that he could take a day off to hang out with you. You disagreed, telling him he should stay at work and not worry about you; however, he was firm with you, telling you that he had never taken a day off before, which was true. He was loyal to his side hustle, Best Buy. 

He decided to take you to his grandparents’ cafe, Agape. It was a little bungalow situated near your workplace, on the outskirts of your town. He wanted to introduce you to his maternal grandparents before he introduced you to the other family members who also work there. 

Entering the older cafe, you were greeted by a sweet, sticky smell, Baklava. His grandma and sister were whipping some up in her kitchen to sell this morning.

“Yia-yia, Papous? I’m here!” 

His grandpa, who was playing a game with his older cousins, poked his head between the dining room’s threshold. A wrinkly smile was etched on the elder’s face. He stood up from his chair, walking slowly to greet you.

“Hello there, you must be my grandson’s girlfriend? How are you doing?” 

“I’m doing great sir, I’m merely a friend.” You said, shaking his hand. 

“Ah, I see,” suddenly, he called for his missis. She was busy stowing her dessert into the stove when he called. She hurriedly ran out to see what the problem was. 

Agape, the grandfather, took his wife’s hand into his when she showed up. She was a tad bit younger than he was, her silver and black hair in a wavy style and bun. She wore her apron, which had little ducks on the bottom hem. 

“Hello there,” she greeted in her native tongue, “it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.”

“Finally, meet me? What do you mean, ma’am?” You ask, taking her hand into yours to greet her formally anyway. You glanced at Aloysius, who smiled at you while his arm snaked around your waist. “I’ve been told about a pretty lady who had gifted my grandson a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day. He was so grateful!” She replied. Your face got warm from her response, and so did Aloysius’. He then cleared his throat, insinuating that he was going to take you to a table.

“Find a table, I’ll be right with you shortly.” She says as she leaves to gather some menus.

It had never occurred to you what type of man Aloysius was. But today showed you: While eating, you accidentally had some syrup on the corner of your lips. Aloysius, who was watching you, took his napkin, dampened it with his spit, and wiped your mouth clean. You noticed the crescents on his fingers. He must be working hard. Maybe one day you will give him a chance. A chance to show you the boyfriend he would be. Or maybe it’s all in your head, and he doesn’t feel that way; he’s only nice to me because I’m nice to him. You thought as the warm smile on your face was decimated as you took time to realize that fact. 

Aloysius noticed, asking what was wrong. You told him nothing, remnants of the smile appearing only for a brief moment. He wasn’t going to accept your response, cupping your cheek and scooting closer to you. “If there is something wrong, you can tell me, Y/n.” 

You sigh, “I just can’t shake this feeling that you’re only nice to me because I’m alone.”

“That’s not true at all. I’m nice because I’m a nice person, but I’m behaving this way because…well, because I like you.” He exclaims.

“You do? Oh great, now I feel like a fool for what I said.” 

“No, don’t feel that way. You’re perfectly fine.” You smiled at him, your cheeks flushed.

“Do you like me?” He asks, grinning at you, hoping his assumption would be true.

“I—I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just need a little more time to figure out what I'm really feeling—would that be okay?”

Aloysius paused, frozen in place as though your words had physically struck him. His fingers, which had been resting so delicately on your cheek, slowly retracted close to your purse. You felt the absence of his touch like a sudden drop in temperature. His eyes didn’t leave yours, but you noticed the subtle twitch in his right eye, a small betrayal of something turbulent beneath the surface.

He took a step back, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were trying to smile and failing miserably. “Ah,” he said, voice tight, strained. “Right. Of course, uh, would you like another milfei? I’ll order it for you.”

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Your trip to Aloysius’ family-owned cafe was, in your belief, felt like the first time you ever experienced joy from a man. Without sex. It gave you this idea that you did deserve something remotely similar to love. From someone like Aloysius, or supposed, Aloysius himself. However, he did sound extremely hurt from your rejection. Even though he is currently holding your hand while taking you inside the grocery store, he still has that disappointed rejection facial expression. You didn’t realize what was the main purpose of coming to the grocery store.

“Hey Aloysius, what are we doing here?” 

“I wanted to make some dinner for you. It’s the least I can do.” You were confused by his answer, asking him where he would be cooking. “Oh, I should ask, can I make you dinner at your home?” 

“Um, sure, this should be nice, thanks.”

As the two of you entered the store, Aloysius just stood there. Staring into the entrance. With his hands in his pockets, he hesitated to enter the actual store. You took notice of his behavior immediately, placing your hand on his broad shoulders. “Aloysius, is everything okay?”

Aloysius jumped as your hands rubbed on his shoulders with care. Damn he felt extremely disappointed for not being your boyfriend right now. Though he doesn’t mind holding your hands, he drew the line at more physical touch without your permission. “Y-yeah, I’m fine Y/n. Hey, on second thought, I have to use the restroom. Why don’t you pick out what I can cook for you, then I’ll pay myself, okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but didn’t question him.“I suppose I’ll see you later.” You said, taking a shopping cart and leaving for the grocery aisle. Aloysius stayed behind, pulling a key out of his pocket.

On the noodle aisle, you found a packet of fusilli noodles. An idea popped up in your head. Why don’t you eat spicy fusilli pasta? Aloysius might enjoy it too. Searching for a pasta recipe, you found a simple and cheap one. All you needed was the pasta, onions, garlic, crushed tomatoes, heavy whipping cream, and parmesan cheese. 

 On the way to the cheese aisle, you noticed that Aloysius had beaten you to it. He had Parmesan in his hands, shooting it into the shopping cart when he turned around.

“How did you know that I needed Parmesan?” You asked, low-key concerned. 

He hesitated to answer you until he came up with a thought, “Everyone loves Parmesan. It’s a nice little snack when I’m cooking for you.”

“Shredded cheese? If I were paranoid, I’d assume you were reading my mind.” Aloysius only laughed, walking next to you to move your hair away from your face. “Don’t install fear into yourself,” was all he said before taking the shopping cart from you and pushing it to the front of the store.

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In your apartment complex, you managed to bring seven bags of groceries all at once to the third floor. Aloysius, on the other hand, was tired by the time he had reached the first floor. 

“Damn ha, how are you not winded?” He asks, catching his breath, while crouching by the rails. His ebony hair was sticking to his forehead and neck, his skin was pink from the humid air (Curse the summer!), his thigh and calf muscles bulged, and he looked too good for someone out of breath. 

A smile stretched your lips, he looked too attractive. What was wrong with you now? You thought of him as merely a friend before, but now you could sense your Progesterone levels surge, causing you to feel aroused. “Y-you, wanna get inside and drink some water, honey?” Honey, why would I say that? 

Aloysius looked up slowly, as if the sound of his pet name on your lips had reached into something deep inside him and stilled like wax. His breathing, which had been ragged and uneven just moments ago, began to quiet, like a storm pulling back from the shore. There was a flicker in his eyes, part vulnerability, part reverence, as though that simple word had the power to ground him, to tether him back to reality. For a moment, he just stared at you, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that finally matched your own; your little pet name had become his anchor. 

“Honey?” He questioned, genuinely surprised, “That’s a cute pet name.” Your stomach was tied in knots, you felt embarrassed immediately. The little tint of red was prominent as a permanent marker’s ink. Your apartment was only five feet away, but you were too stiff to move. Aloysius stood up, his bags of groceries still in his now red hands. He placed his right-hand bags onto his left hand, patting your back and leading you to your home. He waited for you to find your key and open the door, however, it was not in your bag. 

“What the hell?” you muttered, still searching for your key. You were on the verge of spiraling until Aloysius remembered that he had your key. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I forgot to mention, it fell out of your bag when we were at the store.” He says, taking it out of his denim pockets. You were going to take it from him, however, he had already shoved it into your lock. Swiftly, he unlocked your door, pushing it open to see the inside of your home. He was never able to see the whole house through your phone, so he was amused by how homely it was. 

“Oh God, thank you so much, Aloysius. I swear you’re a lifesaver!” 

“Thank you, and I must say, your home is very beautiful.” He allowed himself to enter the one-bedroom apartment. Aloysius took in your apartment’s aroma, almost passing out from how similar it smelled to you. The musky smell that lingered with your strawberry-scented candles you had blown out several hours ago made him remember that you were human, his human. If only he could bask in the smell for the rest of his days.

You giggled at him, though you felt weirded out by his behavior. If he behaves like this when girls invite him over to their homes, you’re in for a confusing night. 

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Aloysius watches you in your kitchen as you wait for him to finish cooking the meal. Cooking was never his forte, but he could change for you. If it means you would finally admit your feelings for him. He is aware that you are conflicted with what you want from him, yet his impatience is killing him. He does so much for you already. What will it take for you to wake up and see that he was the man for you? 

While he was wrapping up, tasting the sauce to see if it was missing something or not, he went ahead and surveyed your apartment. Though it was a tad bit messy, something he wasn’t fond of with former girlfriends, he decided that it was okay to have a slightly messy home. One, because he values how you have your style that he will adapt to when he moves in with you today, and two, he wouldn’t mind being your cleaner anyway, as long as he has access to your materials.

“Dinner is ready!” He called, seeing you flicker your eyes to his. You stood up and sat at your dining table. “I can’t wait to try your cooking, Aloysius.” Yeah, me too, baby. He thought, scooping some of the spicy pasta onto your plate. Picking up both of the bowls and taking them to you. You had clasped your hands together, rubbing them together in excitement. Setting the plates next to each other, you noticed that he chose to sit next to you. Which made you smile at him a bit, placing your hand on his and squeezing it.

“Dig in.” The first bite you took reminded you of eating your grandmother’s meals. You didn’t understand how, but Aloysius embodied your grandmother’s cooking into his. It had you tearing up, setting your fork down. “What’s wrong, Y/n?” you look at him, despite your vision becoming blurry from your tears. “I’m sorry if I’m being dramatic, but your cooking is so great. It reminds me of my grandma’s. I learned how to cook from her, and this takes me back to when I would be in the kitchen with her.” Your words had tugged at his heartstrings. God, he wished he could topple you on this table right now.

“Y/n, be frank with me, please?” He asks, scooting his chair closer to you. “How do you really feel about me? I know this is too early to ask, I’m just dying to know!” His tone came off as a little bit whiny, but he didn’t care to acknowledge it. 

“Aloysius, what’s gotten into you?” 

“I just need to know, do you like me, or not?” He spoke in a calmer tone. 

“Maybe I do like you; I’ve been leading you on, and that’s not fair, you don’t deserve someone who toys with your emotions.” 

“Don’t worry about my emotions, I’m just glad that you feel the same way. But it’s not fair that you admit your truths while I don’t.” Suddenly, Aloysius stood from his chair and left. You assumed he would leave your home until you heard your front door lock, followed by a key falling on the floor. And a hissed fuck. 

“Aloysius, what’s going on?” you called, genuinely concerned right now. Aloysius returns, holding onto a pink key. You looked at the painted metal, then back at him. Also contemplating if it was too late to run. 

“This key…” he murmured, holding it between two fingers like something sacred. “I had it made while you were shopping.”

Your breath hitched.

“I was going to wait—wait until you invited me into your life. Into your space. But since we’re being honest now…” His voice lowered, a reverent kind of hunger curling around every word. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

He took a slow step forward, his smile faint but trembling with something unhinged.

“I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the moment you stepped into my world, all soft eyes and hesitant hands. You think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? You brought me chocolates. That meant something.”

Your stomach twisted. That wasn’t how it happened.

“I know temptation when I see it,” he whispered. “And you—” his gaze dragged across your body like a caress, “you’re the sweetest kind.”

A chill spilled down your spine. Every instinct screamed Run. But your back was to the wall. He had cornered you perfectly—just like everything else

“Aloysius, what is up with you?” 

“What is up with me? What the hell’s up with you? You’re not getting the memo! I’ve done so much for you, and you haven’t said, “Thank you, Aloysius” to me at all! Especially when I fucked that girl’s cubile with pig shit.” 

“Wait a damn minute–you did that?” Aloysius nodded, seemingly proud of himself for his disgusting action.

“What the fuck?” you mouthed, covering your mouth as you were belching. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby. I had to do it, like how I had to create that app for you to think it was a malware detector, when in reality, it’s a fucking tracker.”

“So it’s all you! That’s why you wouldn’t fix my phone, because of the tracker? What the motherfucking hell you stalking piece of shit?” Eventually, Aloysius set his key on the table to cup your cheeks. He leaned in to rest his forehead on yours, sighing from finally touching you. “I didn’t hack you to be creepy or anything—I just needed to understand you. The real you, not the version you show everyone else. Your texts, your camera feed, your search history… they helped me see you. I know what makes you smile, what keeps you up at night. It’s not stalking—it’s love. I just…needed to know.”

For a moment, the whole apartment grew quiet. Aloysius took this opportunity to press his lips against your plump ones. Not holding back or leaving his place. When he was done, he got up and pulled at your arm, “Come on, let me show you something?” As he leads you to your couch, you take your phone with you. 

“Give me your phone.” Doing as he said, you passed him your cellular object, he typed in your PIN, sliding his fingers across the screen to press on the malware app. You couldn’t believe it. You have a stalker, and he knows every single thing about you. You felt violated, yet…secure? Despite him knowing what you do on a day-to-day basis, you couldn’t help but feel as though you’re warming up to the idea of having a guardian angel. A wicked yet safekeeping idea that was your reality. And when he showed you the tracking app, he made you feel less scared. 

“This is crazy,” you murmured, “It’s wrong, I know, but I just want to protect you, I love you, baby.” He sat on your couch, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. “This is only the tip of the iceberg of what I would do for your love. Just let me love you.” He says, pulling you closer to kiss you some more. His flesh pink lips were damp from saliva. Aloysius waited for so long to finally have you. To feel you, to touch you. And you’re allowing him to do so. And maybe that was the scariest part—you were letting him. Not because you believed this was love, but because pushing him away felt heavier than giving in for a little while longer.

So, you stayed.

Not because it was what you dreamed of, and definitely not because it was right. You knew exactly what this was. Aloysius didn’t love you in a way that respected space or boundaries. He loved you like he was trying to rewrite your code—like affection was something to be extracted, not earned.

But you were tired. Tired of pretending everything outside his reach was safe or kind or waiting for you. He was the one who paid attention, even if it was through a screen he never asked permission to look through. And while that should’ve terrified you—and sometimes still did—there was also a strange kind of clarity in it. No guessing, no masks. Just his version of the truth, invasive and unwavering.

You didn’t return his feelings. You probably never would. But in a world where you'd been ignored, overlooked, forgotten… being seen, even too much, felt like something. Not comfort. Not love.

Just something.

And for now, that was what you had.

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FORGIVELESS - CHRISTMAS SHOPPING EPILOGUE

this is a part of my holiday series, to avoid spoilers make sure you read all prior parts of forgiveless first ➨ one

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summary: checking in with our favourite couple, this special edition Christmas epilogue is a heartwarming, everyday romance with a touch of holiday magic. This festive epilogue brings all the love, laughs, and holiday magic you adore from this power couple! 🎄 if you haven't read from the beginning you should start from there 💖 ➨ one

tropes: husband rio , holiday romance, jealousy/possessive partner, domestic bliss, acts of service & playful banter.

pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

word-count: ~ 1.5K

It’s your favorite time of year and also seemingly one of the busiest for an entrepreneur, mother and wife. Still you're committed to doing as much as you can for your amazing family. Giving yourself a final once over you sway to the christmas music playing faintly through the house. Grabbing your keys and going to open the door to the garage when your husband emerges startling you. His eyes look over you from head to toe and he smiles. You do too knowing he admires how nice you look in his signature color of all black but there’s something else in his expression.

“Where are you headed?” he asks.

“Christmas shopping” you respond.

“Dressed like that?” he asks.

“When I’m dressed like this the geek squad hurries up and I’m not in there for hours! You know how BestBuy is” you comment not above using your femininity to your advantage from time to time.

“And who’s this you’ve been on the phone with?” he asks.

“One of my students from the studio, he's huge into computers and is gonna help me get baby boy all set up. It’s what he does and why he comes to the studio. You know how bad sitting for so many hours is for your body” you tell him.

“Yeah right, it has nothing to do with watching you stretch” Rio mutters.

“Rio” you laugh amused he’s still jealous.

“I’m coming with you” he states like you hoped he would.

“I'm going to get stuff for the other kids too, you rolling with me today baby?” you ask winking at him.

“Bet” he nods, grabbing a jacket and following you out. The great thing about the holidays was that the family all wanted their extra time with the kids giving you and Rio extra opportunities to work longer hours before taking off for much needed family time. It was the new years party that was currently wearing Rio thin while with his expertise you were more than confident your studios party and activation would knock it out of the park. You get in the driver's seat not allowing him to drive and sabotage the plans, cutting the shopping short when it suits him. He smiles knowing your exact intentions reclining the seat.

“I thought we agreed you don’t teach classes with men?” he mutters with a raised brow going back to his jealous streak.

“I don’t but I go and look in on all classes from time to time and clean up technique.” you explain but you know he cares nothing about that. Smiling, you head to the mall and load up on stocking stuffers and squish mellows for the twins who are little enough to shamelessly enjoy the stuffies still. It scares you how quickly they grow. Rio is at your side considering the kids favorite colours and interests to narrow down your selections to what is perfect for them. It warms your heart he puts as much love and attention to detail into the kids as he does with you and your work. 

He’s more and more content with his decision to tag along when he catches the sneaky looks from men all around wanting a piece of what's his. The amount of bags he’s carrying as well as the large ring on your finger is not even a deterrent. Who wouldn't do everything for you? He smiles watching you pick out barbies for your little girl.

“If you buy all this now, what do they get for their birthdays or next year?” Rio asks having to be the rational parent in these instances. It was why he opted to give you his card and let you be. During the holidays he claims you spoil the kids too much.

“But they’re good kids and we can afford it? I’ve already done food drives and made donations to shelters, can't I spoil ours?” you ask pouting like one of them.

“They’re three and there’s two of them - they don't have enough eyes or hands to enjoy all this” Rio says, regarding the twins as he looks into the overflowing cart. Taking command of the cart and pushing it on your own you start humming before singing under your breath.

“You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch

You really are a heel

You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch” you sing and find Rio chuckling in disbelief behind you.

“I swear sometimes I have five kids, you're just as much trouble as them” he says tossing the barbies into the cart in concession. You turn with a smile winking at the husband of a lifetime and change your tune.

“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me

Been an awful good girl

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight” you begin shimmying along the isles with the cart knowing good he’s Santa 365 days a year already.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asks amused and still sticking close.

“Of course I am” you affirm turning to give him a peck. It's all the fuel he needs to stay committed to the shopping trip. Everyone sees that his woman is happy. His posture changes as he walks alongside you with pride. You implore teamwork, getting all the gifts into your big truck and head to the electronics retailer for your oldest. Rio trails behind responding to a few text messages about liquor supply at his venues, but he doesn't miss how happy the workers are to greet you.

“I told you i’d be back with all the specs” Rio hears you comment to one of the sales associates. He watches you take a print out of all the specifications required to give your son exactly what he’s asked for and it warms his heart how attentive you are to everyone’s needs. How you make time between your business, marriage and role as a mom to make everyone feel special.

“Let me get you everything you need ma’am” the young worker says a little too smiley for Rio's liking. Knowing how he gets you to loop your arm around his settling his possessiveness..

“When he gets this, how are we monitoring screen time and parental controls?” Rio asks.

“He’s a good kid.” you interject.

“The world ain't” Rio says being glass half empty.

“Well baby, he has you and me and he’ll be alright I trust him” you tell Rio.

“You trust everyone,” Rio mutters.

“He’s literally an angel always has been” you defend your oldest boy pulling away from Rio.

“Because he’s not online all day engaging in rude and inappropriate shit” Rio explains as the employee returns rolling the new system on a dolly. His smile fades at the sight of Rio in your space exuding strong dominant energy. The sales associates posture changes and the level of service evolves from friendly to professional. 

“Thanks so much,” you say to the young man, but Rio steps forward, towering over both of you.

“Got a warranty on this?” he asks, his tone smooth but carrying an edge that makes the worker’s smile falter.

As you load the car, you feel Rio’s hand settle on the small of your back. His touch is warm, grounding, but the tension lingers.

“Still jealous, huh?” you tease, nudging him with your shoulder as a man passes both of you.

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Nah. Just making sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You stop, leaning against the car to face him fully. “You know that’s never been in question, right?”

His eyes soften as he looks at you, the tension melting away. “Yeah, I know.”

“Good,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Now help me hide all this before the kids find it.” you say and Rio does just that, also ensuring dinner is delivered from his restaurant right on time for the kids to get home. You enjoy a family dinner full of laughter and talking as the kids recount their daily adventures with your mom. Once they're in bed you settle on the couch watching a show on the couch silently regretting the shoes you wore today to lure Rio out of the house and out shopping with you. He emerges a few minutes later lifting your legs, sitting and placing yours over his. You're shocked when he presses his thumb into the sole of your foot beginning a massage and a moan of relief escapes your lips making him smile as he continues.

“Maybe next time, wear something more comfortable,” he comments. 

“They went with the outfit” you defend.

Rios eyes light before his expression settles into his signature smug smile. “Nah, you knew it’d be the nail in the coffin to this little get up and force me out with you” He reads you like a book. Your cheeks heat and your poker face is nonexistent as you sit enjoying your massage guilty as charged.

“If you knew why'd you come?” you laugh sitting forward to kiss him again. When you pull away he starts humming.

'Cause I just want you here tonight (Ooh)

Holding on to me so tight (Ooh)

What more can I do?

Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you’ he hums perfectly letting you know the exact stanza and you laugh holding him tight and still the luckiest girl in the world.

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The Things I Do For Love | Charlie Walker

Not proof read. 18+!!! MINORS DNI !!!!!! Dividers by @cafekitsune and @strangergraphics story banner made by me; Inspo : Charlie Walker/Ghostface Vibes Blood/gore. Stalker!Charlie Walker. PinV. Unprotected sex. Breeding Kink. Knife play. Pervy!Charlie. Rough sex. Choking. Voyeurism. Male masturbation. Cussing/adult language. Switch!Charlie. Subby!Charlie (cause I can't get enough of Rory's whimpers). Obsessive!Charlie. Possessive!Charlie. Charlie Walker x Alternative Reader (Y/N x Charlie Walker). If red flag, why cute awkward dork I wanna keep forever?!?!

You had to switch stupid fucking schools. Your mom was offered a job in a few towns over. A nice little neighborhood your mom thought... but that neighborhood had some dark secrets and a dark past. The morning had just started as you dragged yourself out of bed. Your dyed hair cascades down to your lower back, sticking out in every which way indicating you didn't sleep too well. The sun spilling into your room made your eyes squint as you walked over to your closet: sliding the mirrored door to the left and grabbing your everyday attire of black clothing. Black tripp pants, a black baggy band tee that hid the shape of your body, and your black Converse. After slipping your clothes and socks on, you quickly pulled on your shoes, brushed your hair, and decided to put some quick and simple makeup on of your usual style. Foundation that matches your completion, your favorite lipstick, black eyeliner, and black mascara. Once you were satisfied and styled your hair how you wanted it was off to hell you went. Sounds of laughter and loud schoolmates filled your ears. Of course, your new school, Woodsboro High, had its cliques like every other school. Jocks and preps spread about, geeks and computer tech lovers off in a group, alternative kids like yourself spread about, nerds off by themselves talking about the latest installment of Stab and what were the best parts of the movies. "Well, who do we haaaave here? Robbie Mercer. Nice to meet you. You must be new here. This handsome fellow here is my friend-." The longer-haired boy cuts off the boy who is wearing a camera headset. "Charlie Walker... Don't worry about him he uh he's a fucking idiot like all the time. You're uh you're new here right?" "Nah I'm just here for a day..." You joke, "Yeah I'm uh I'm new here. Mom got a new job offer so had to move here. Yay... no offense." "None taken. So you like movies?" Charlie asks raising a brow. You gave a slight nod and look around, awkwardly putting your hands into your pockets as your bag hangs loosely off your shoulder. "Yeah. I like movies. Horror is my favorite." You look back at Charlie. He and Robbie were slightly taller than you. His blue eyes focused on you. Your breath hitched slightly so you quickly averted your gaze from him and on Robbie. Robbie smirked as he could tell Charlie was already smitten with the new girl. As you started to walk off Charlie grabbed your wrist softly pulling your attention back to him. "We've got a club for films and stuff, Cinema Club... you.. you should join us." He gave a soft smile.

Fifteen years... Fifteen fucking years since the first Ghostface murders and the started happening again so you decided to start sticking to Charlie's side like a little lost puppy.... or was it the other way around? The way he would stare at you. Taking in every... single... detail. Your flaws. Your perfections. The way you laughed and smiled. The way your leg bounced in class as you concentrated on your school notes. Charlie had a little secret besides being the Ghostface killer... no... you were everything to him. No one would be able to touch or let alone look at you. He had a collection... of you; things you owned and thought you lost, some of your hair, the perfume you thought you misplaced, his favorite pairs of underwear you wore with the pretty lace. His perfect little shrine. The way you looked laying in bed... so peaceful like an angel. He would sneak into your room as you slept. His blood would start pumping in his veins, his heart beating wildly as his body began to respond to the sight of you in just underwear and a tank top after pulling your blanket off from you ever so slowly as to not wake you. His hands were shaking as he pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, your underwear in his hand as he inhaled your scent. His fist worked up and down on his cock, the precum dribbling down. His long slender fingers smeared it along his shaft and head. Soft puffs of breath left him as he stood with face flushed, mouth open slightly, and brows furrowed. Sweat glistened on his forehead a bit as his half-lidded blue eyes stayed on your form. Soft whimpers left him as he worked himself faster. "Fuck, Y/N... I want you so fucking bad.. Please.. I just want you so fucking bad..." He whimpered pathetically as his movements stuttered as he painted the underwear he was holding in his come with a soft little whine. He waited a few nights before finally calling. You stood in your kitchen making yourself dinner since your mother was off on a business trip for the week. You jumped and almost flung your cooking spoom when your phone came to life. "Fuck...." You calmed your nerves before picking up the unknown number's call. "Hey. Who's this?" "Who's this?" The distorted voice spoke. "Who's this? You called me-." "Oh right I did... What are you doing right now?" "Uuuh well right now I am making dinner then I am going to watch some scary movies." You answered as you continued to cook. "Scary movies, huh? What's your favorite scary movie?" "Would have to be Stab and maybe Nightmare on Elm." "You like when the girls are all alone, her parents gone, and no one to help her huh? Is that your favorite part?" "Kinda." You turned the flame off and reached up into the cabinet to grab a plate. "Good because we can recreate that scene right now" A loud bang made you drop the plate and your phone. Ghostface had kicked your door down and tilted his head as he stood in front of you. Before you could grab a kitchen knife he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you against his chest. He pushed you forward bending you over the kitchen table and gripped your wrist with his free hand, knocking the knife out of your hand. Your eyes widened as he took his hand away and then pulled out a Buck 120 knife, hooked it under your shirt, and cut through the fabric with ease. You shook your head, bucking underneath him but was met with a harsh pull of your hair as he pulled your head back more so you could see him. He shook his head no as he dragged the tip of the blade along your sensitive flesh. A sob left you as he cut open your shorts and underwear. He pressed the blunt side of the knife against your throat with a chuckle. His free hand moved up and removed the mask. Your eyes went wide and your heart pounded faster against your chest as Charlie revealed himself.

to be continued (aka tumblr was being a dick and wouldn't let me add anymore lol)

[the-midnight-blooms]

SHAMELESS WOMAN | smg

PROLOGUE

pairing: ghostface!song mingi x reader (ft. ghostface!jeong yunho) AU: modern au word count: 3.2k warnings: yandere themes, stalking

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A/N: I've never actually watched Scream but I love the concept, so general ideas revolving around the character will be used here (i also saw yungi!ghostface fanart, which i am OBSSESSED with).

A chat room is an online platform that enables users to communicate with each other in real time. Chat rooms are typically hosted on a server with an internet connection, enabling members from around the world to hold conversations about various topics.

Upbeat 80s rock music reverberates of the four walls of her room, the pen nib scratches, furiously, across the thin lined paper as her mind spills the plethora of knowledge that's locked up within it. Dropping the pen to the side, a long groan escapes her lips in tiredness the bright light of the computer screen gnawing at her attention. As she flicks between the several open tabs on her web browser, loitering in the far corner is an underground chat room for ‘conventional losers’, i.e. nerds, geeks, freaks, goths and emos and every other ostracised sub-cultural group you could think of. The thought itself was quite fascinating to her, which one was she? Or rather, was she the pretentious introvert who thought herself higher than those who defied society's conventional train of thought and aligned herself with the populars?

Snapping her book shut, she closed several of the academic pages she had open; leaving her with the final one: the infamous chat room. She’d already logged in, curiosity masticating her rationality and browsed a few pages, sent a few quick messages to people the website had recommended based on her “favourite topics”.

Her eyes glance carefully across the blaring screen, the blue light penetrating into her steady gaze as she reads the username that steals her undivided attention.

@ pyscho.killer

A snicker escapes her lips, she surfs their profile finding very little information about them, other than ‘Fix on’. Goodness, is she really going to talk to this person just because he too enjoys listening to Modern Talking? Her lips purse in contemplation as she clicks on ‘Message’, there’s no harm in conversing with someone you don’t know. Right?

modern-division: Fan of the Talking Heads much?

She prides herself on her nonchalance, if he wasn't to respond she really wouldn't care. After all, Yeji had invited her to join a number of societies at university and despite the fact that none of the them seemed particularly interesting to her; there was no harm in joining at least one or two if the outcome was a few friends to make her strenuous four years more bearable.

Ping. Her head snaps back to computer screen as she shoves all of her pens back into the pencil case; a dirty habit from childhood to spread all of her things across the table and then spend five minutes, impartially, cleaning everything up.

psycho.killer: Psycho Killer, Qu'est-ce que c'est?

modern-division: Fa-fa-fa-fa, fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, better

psycho.killer: Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away,

psycho.killer: I think I have met my match. To whom do I now call mine?

A childish giggle escapes her, she leans back in her seat in a knowingness that she may now actually enjoy being on this sketchy platform. Careful, yet. She doesn't actually know this stranger.

modern-division: AHAHA you’re funny, Mr Fix On (what does that even mean?)

psycho.killer: that’s not for you to know, darling.

psycho.killer: let me guess…you like joy division and modern talking?

modern-division: what gave it away?

psycho.killer: I guess you’re pretty funny too

It's quite absurd to believe that a famous hit song by the 'Talking Heads' is what got her, her new best internet friend yet the notion is very much a fact. So much so, her life is now consumed by the chat rooms she used to look down on. Social media is very much a vortex, or vacuum of some kind, sucking one in; leaving them void of humanity, stripping them down of some yearning for human interaction. Or at least that's what it did to most. After a long day of lectures, she found herself wanting to be able to see 'Mr Fix On' in person, talk to him in person, be able to stare into his eyes.

Speaking of. As a matter of fact, she didn't even know what he looked like. Just that he was South Korean, had short black hair and brown eyes. She too allowed herself to share the same amount of information that he provided. Mum did say not to go around talking to strangers, and even if she was doing just that; she was not dim enough to start revealing absolutely everything about her identity.

The autumn leaves sway softly with the gentle breeze, a waft of biting air floods over her sending a ripple of goosebumps over her supple skin. Her shoes crunch the delicate leaves, that pave the way to her home, yet she feels a daunting figure stalk after her. For a split second, she believes herself to be hallucinating as she takes a daring look behind her shoulder to find the street behind her, empty.

A tall figure strolls after her, picturing landmarks that carves the path to her home. His soft dark brown hair tousles with the wind, the cold forging a pink blush over his cheeks; sinking his long nose into the woollen scarf his movements come to an abrupt halt as his heroine plunges her eyes into his.

God, she's fucking pretty.

They move over his, hastily, as to her he's simply rifling through his bag for a wallet in line for an expensive coffee alongside a couple of old-age pensioners.

Conclusion: She is paranoid, there is no one after her. Yet as it is autumn in her unsafe town, its better to be cautious than to walk across the surface of the earth with no walls at all.

psycho.killer: wanna join a gc with my friend? he likes some of the same music as us.

psycho.killer: plus, he's a compsci loser who needs a friend

It's been at least a month since she had began talking to 'psycho.killer', who she had learnt his name is: Mings. Or rather its a shorthand version of his forename that he is weirdly reluctant to disclose, as he insists on her calling him 'Min' or "darling, my lover, husband- whatever floats your boat." He is truly charismatic, his charms are perceived from the other end of the screen. She wonders what it would be like to see him in real life. Is he truly as amiable as he reads?

modern-division: haha, i don't mind. what's his @ ?

psycho.killer: its @ killed.theradio.st4r

modern-division: you guys are my people

She hums the tune to 'Video Killed the Radio Star." Her mother's soft laughter pervades her way into her room; the older woman places her washed clothes on the Chester drawer wondering how the younger generation manage to get invested in the songs of the past.

[psycho.killer added you to 'two losers and a hot nerd']

killed.theradio.st4r: helloo, i'm yuyu :)

modern-division: hi!

modern-division: also, who's the hot nerd?

psycho.killer: me.

killed.theradio.st4r: lmao. its you, doll.

Does Mings just refer to me as, Doll to everyone he speaks to?

modern-division: you don't even know what i look like

killed.theradio.st4r: guess we just know you're a hot girl by intuition

modern-division: what if i'm a man? ever thought about that?

psycho.killer: your bio literally states that you're a girl

psycho.killer: not-so-mysterious babe

It wasn’t so bad for someone online to know your gender, it was just ensuring that your femininity wasn’t exploited. She knew they would never ask her to share explicit content nor would they force her to engage in it, though talking to the pair of ‘Killers’ preserved an ominous feeling in the airs. She couldn’t tell if at any point, she really felt comfortable talking to either of the two.

To begin with, Min was always trying to call her. Ask her where she was, what she was doing, if she had she eaten, what time she was going to bed. He asked about her day, and if anyone bothered her in particular. To any other he may have seemed like a kind-hearted boyfriend yet to her it felt like an intruder had permeated into the walls of her bedroom and dominated her life. Then you had his esteemed friend, Yun. He was always deeming her the most beautiful being he had ever seen. She could see within his words the robust desire he had manifested from her words, the way he had subtly requested for her photos in order to fuel the raging fires burning in her absence.

He wanted her. Physically, to put it lightly. Indeed, she was a doll to him and to have her in his arms would purify him of all his sinful thoughts. Yun always brought it up with his friend, who had simply told him to put out those fires. (For the time being).

“Have you heard of ‘Ghostface’?” Her head snaps up from her workbook, in the library where one of her closer acquaintances sits opposite playing with her water bottle. A newspaper article sits in front with the notorious blurry image of a man with a ghost mask roaming around town.

“This is the first I’m hearing. I mean it’s Halloween soon, so it’s probably some idiot roaming around town.”

“An idiot? I don’t think so, ma’am. Read on, he’s been going around stalking people in his costume.” She raises her eyebrows, nimbly scanning her eyes over the text before returning back to her work. Though she cannot help but stare back at the blurred image of the figure. “I bet there’s a sexy man under all that.” Scowling at her friend, she sends a dirty look.

“You have got to be kidding me. A ‘sexy’ man. You said it yourself, he’s stalking people.”

“Yeah but, one of the girls from Art said he was mad tall and had this deep, attractive voice.”

“Yes, I bet he goes: ‘come here babe, let me kill you’ in his husky voice and you all go running to him because you have no morals.” Once again, she rolls her eyes whilst her friend merely giggles as if she is just pleasantly awaiting to be a victim. She rarely meets women who have an ambition for a victim complex, yet those she does: she steers away from.

“I’m only joking, but be real. Have you never heard a guy with a deep, attractive voice?” Her friend questions, making her pause her writing. In fact, she has. Mins’ voice has a sent over her railings during their late night calls, there’s something so potent residing within it. Intoxicating. It almost has her want to do everything he asks.

He is too, tall with a deep voice but there must be so many like him in this world.

The thought is dismissed and she shoos away her friend to allow herself to prioritise the exam that’s pending in two weeks time.

modern-division: have you guys heard of ghostface?

killed.theradio.st4r: why?

modern-division: just asking, apparently some loser is dressing up in a ghost mask and stalking people. idk if it’s just halloween round the corner though

killed.theradio.st4r: oh no :(

killed.theradio.st4r: could just be a halloween thing

modern-division: yeah, I think so too.

“So you like the librarian?”

“Mhm.” She steals her longing gaze away from him towards Yeji, who sends a vicious smirk her way. A blush taints her cheeks, knowing that Yeji will never live it down now. “I’m not gonna deny he’s pretty good looking.”

“Pretty good looking? He’s gorgeous as fuck. He’s not a want, he’s a need.” Playfully, she bites her lip suppressing a fit of giggles by burying her face into the textbook. A few others send irritated looks from across the room, which has the pair sinking in their seats. “You think a guy like him is single?”

“Absolutely not. If I had the chance, I’d snatch him up right away.” Her eyes flicker back to the tall man who catches her stare in an instant, he holds it before moving back to surf through the books on the trolley.

A low beat surfaces along the posters, her phone is sandwiched between her shoulder and cheek as she trudges furiously around the room looking for her scarf. Min's voice permeates her ears delicately, despite the alarming sentences he speaks; he converses in length about human anatomy saying that raw flesh must be easier to study than cadaveric tissue. As much as she agrees, just to play devil's advocate she will never admit that.

“I love your voice, Mings. It’s so deep, but like in a comforting way. As if you can protect me.” The declaration escapes her mouth before she can even stop it.

“Do you want to be protected by me, or from me, doll?” A pause lingers in the air, before he lowly chuckles—one that forces her to laugh with him though an uneasy feeling resides within her bones.

“By you, preferably.” She jokes, playing with the pendant of her necklace. A shadow looms by the open doorway, obscuring the stream of light that spills in from the hallway; the deafening silence panics her. “Mum!” She shouts, discarding the phone to the side in a frenzy.

“Yes! I just had a cup of tea for you, were you not studying?” The door is pushed open by nonetheless, her mother who waddles across the carpeted floor to settle the hot beverage down on the table.

“I was, I’m just tired now. Maybe I’ll come back to it later.”

“No, no. Go to bed, dear. I’m off to work, make sure you’re outside by 8, I’ll drop you.” A soft kiss is placed on her forehead, she is calmed by the maternal affection seeing her mother to the door before she dashes back into her room to find her phone.

The call must have been disconnected in the process of her flinging it elsewhere, her hands shake violently as she’s, pathetically, unable to hold the phone steady in her grasp. Mings has spammed her several times with messages, she doesn’t bother to read any of them.

modern-division: i’m tired, going to bed.

psycho.killer: goodnight, babygirl

In the midst of wandering through the aisles of the library, seeking books two shelves above her head, it instantaneously occurs to her that she’s never actually paid much attention to Yuyu and Mings’ pet names that they have for her. Doll, babygirl, darling, love, honey, etc. The list seems to never end yet she ponders the primary reason they get so comfortable around her is because she has never actually given them a reason to stop being so affectionate.

A cascade of books tumble down from the shelf, hitting the floor with a powerful slam—jumping backwards on instinct, she grimaces reaching down from them as a few pairs of eyes stare at her from their tables. Her face heats red in embarrassment, until another pair of hands comes to assist her.

"Goodness, how did you manage this?" Her eyes gleam up into another's; words lodge in her throat upon realisation of the being in front. It's the 'hot librarian', as her and Yeji have trademarked.

"Oh, I—they just fell." He raises his eyes at her.

"They just. Fell." A mischievous smile is sent her way as he stacks the books back onto the shelf, that's too high for her to reach anyway. "We'll call it the force of gravity then, shall we?" Shyly, she nods, handing him the last of the books. Her eyes reel in the name scrawled across the name tag. A thought Yeji will be pleased to hear drifts into her mind.

“I’m Yujin, by the way. I’m always at the help desk if you need to me to stack books that randomly fall off the shelf again.” Her eyebrows furrow in confusion. It clearly says ‘Yunho’, on his name tag. He stalks off in the opposite direction before she can question him, leaving her abandoned in the desolate aisle.

modern-division: the hot librarian lied about his name.

modern-division: I wonder why

Paranoia is no longer a delusion. It must be very true that someone is following after her.

Under the banner of the night, herself and Yeji walk back home after a long day of studying. They amble down the cobbled roads, yet her eyes cannot help but glance over her shoulder. There must be a man of some sort following them, his long calculated strides send a wave of fear pummelling through her. Instantly, she grabs Yeji’s hand dashing down the road towards the convenience store.

The dim lights flicker upon their arrival, she cowers behind the large aisles; ignoring her friend’s imperatives watching as a tall figure saunters into the store.

It’s him.

Jeong Yunho, the Librarian.

Or ‘Yujin’ as he addresses himself for reasons she assumes she will never know why.

Is he her stalker?

“I thought there was someone stalking us. There was a guy who walked all the way from the library to the road we just crossed behind us. I took a detour as well and he kept following.” She breathes out, leaning her head against the shelf.

“Are you kidding? Why didn’t you tell me?” Yeji squawks.

“I didn’t want him to suspect that I knew he was following.”

Her eyes sought ‘Yujin’ who gives her a sincere smile before he makes his way to the exit.

modern-division: I think there was someone following me

psycho.killer: ??? are you home? are you safe now?

modern-division: yes, but shit that was scary.

psycho.killer: let me call you bbg, I’ll help get your mind of it

Her phone vibrates in her hand, her finger traces over the red button before she lifts the device to her ear. His smooth tone infiltrates her ears again, easing the anxiety prevalent in the fibre of her muscles. She doesn’t know how Min does it. He helps her forget all about her problems, it’s as if he himself is the cure.

“Oh hey, baby. There was something I wanted to ask.” He pants slightly, the distant sound of leaves crunching drifts from the other end of the line.

“Are you outside?” He laughs.

“Yeah I’m walking home.” His hasty breaths pervade the line. One after another, a series of profane thoughts enter her mind. She is so disappointed in herself. “So, you got a boyfriend?”

“Why? Do you wanna ask me out on a date?” She teases, a lock of hair curls around her forefinger, the vibrato of his voice truanting into her ears, exhilarating her core as rush of certainty floods into her.

“Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?” He piques, she cannot help but grin at his words as if they are both playing a dangerous game of seduction, one she has never played before and one he has won a countless number of times.

“No.” Her truthful answer is not one that hurts her, though she says it as if she’s lying and has had countless lovers before in the past. Perhaps this is the persona that will have her enigmatic paramour crawling towards her.

“You never told me your name.” He acknowledges, 'Mings' has only ever called her 'doll'. Her moves are careful as she continues her cyber relationship with this unknown man, there's a reason she's at the top of her class—he thinks. A thread of messages enter from another chat room, his sharp eyes reeling in the words of his partner.

“Why do you wanna know my name?” Sheer curiosity. Yes, he told her he’s called ‘Mings’ but it’s just a silly nickname used to gain her trust. What is it really short for: Mingi? Mingyu? And Yuyu? Is it possible that he is Yunho? A foreign uneasiness rushes into her skin, she’s cautious as she sits up in her desk chair.

A bad feeling, an intuition of some sort.

He’s going to tell her something she doesn’t want to hear.

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.” Her finger immediately presses, harshly, onto the red button throwing her phone onto her desk. Her body jumps up from her seat, heart pounding furiously against her chest. With her body leaning closer to the window, her eyes outcast the front lawn in which a slender figure stands outside. A ghosts mask rests upon his face, his lanky frame is shrouded in a loose black cloth concealing the shape of his body. A large brick phone is held up against his ear, when he catches her staring down at him, his head cocks eerily to the side.

psycho.killer: Pick

psycho.killer: Up

psycho.killer: The

psycho.killer: Phone

psycho.killer: Doll.

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A/N: happy 'late' Halloween! my timing is atrocious, but here's a 'small snippet' of a fic i may continue if my writing schedule allows. atm its a one-shot. What's your favourite scary movie? 👻

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[ihaznoclue]

I hope I'm not late!

Could I request Tamaki, Kirishima, and Bakugo with a reader who is a scientist hero?

Pairings -> Tamaki Amajiki, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is a scientist hero | Inspired by Honey Lemon from big hero 6

Genre -> Fluff

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

He is really captive by your unique way of being a hero

Your power is simply from science

He even is very interested in your outfit choice as well

Your way of putting into your outfit kind of inspired him

Your intelligence and your smartness inspired him as well to keep him going with classes

He would be so nervous to ask for help with stuff he doesn't know but he's getting the hang of it though

Now, the way your power is from your purse, by just putting in chemistry terms

You just put in stuff, typing away without having to look at the touchpad on where you should type

He was quite curious how it works

You can literally make anything for my he chemicals you put in your purse as it creates it and spits out into your hand and you could use it to the villains advantage

Your suit is a protective gear to help you from chemical spills

Even your boot is made of science

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

He thinks your really cool on the way you use science as your power

But you have to most likely explain it to him since you know he's a little dumb..

He also thinks that your outfit is really manly and that it helps with chemical spills

Oh you made your outfit yourself SO COOL!

Kirishima would like to learn more about your special power, even though you use it through your chemical purse

You just type away some chemicals together to create something

The only thing he is impressed by is that you don't even look at your pad while typing away

He wished he could do that, but it has to look at the keyboard of his computer while typing or else its going to turn into gibberish

But in overall he thinks your pretty cool and manly

He just loves the way you can create and put together stuff to create something big

KATSUKI BAKUGO

Would most likely, 100% call you nerd

Like I mean he wouldn't if he didn't know that you were a full on nerd scientist

Even your power is made out of science

He gets every chance of calling you nerd or geek either one of those two

He just wants to get a reaction out of you to be honest, what its funny to him you know

But he does like the outfit but would make fun of it and compare it to his awesome hero outfit saying he's is better

Oh your outfits helps with chemical spills?

He doesn't care, he still thinks he's is better

Bakugo would also be curious on how your power works

So you simply type away some chemicals in your chemical making purse and it shoot out like a paintball gun?

Cool but boring

Science just bores him out of his mind even though he's one of the top students in class

So you sometimes have every chance to call him nerd as well

But that will result in you being chase by him

-A<3

[shmothman]

Internet Safety

(Casper x reader, 500 words, post-ending 3, T for language)

“Casper. I need you to listen to me very carefully right now.”

You turn your phone around to face him, and he looks at you confused before reading aloud: “‘Immediate action required for your bank account.’” His brows knit as he looks up at you. “That sounds serious, are you in some kind of trouble?”

“No, no. Look at who it’s sent from.”

He reads the (incredibly phony-sounding) email address back to you, and then looks at you again, still confused.

You point at it. “This is what a scam text looks like.”

Casper narrows his eyes. He looks back at the text, then looks back at you. “But… it says your immediate action is required. Isn’t your bank account very important?”

You sigh. “It’s a lie, babe. They want me to click that link and put in my bank password. They’ll take that password to hack into my actual bank account, and then they’ll steal all my money.”

He still seems unconvinced. “But… what if you’re wrong?”

“You really are a scammer’s wet dream, you know that?”

He bristles slightly. “I do not want to risk not taking immediate action on my bank account.”

That gives you pause. “Wait, do they have banks in the underworld?”

“Yes? How do you think we deal with money?”

“Even in the underworld you have to deal with capitalism?” Honestly, you thought that his society was better than yours at that kind of thing. Though, maybe the whole ‘he was created for one purpose and that purpose is his job’ thing should’ve tipped you off. The billionaires of the mortal realm would love that shit. “Fuck, next you’re gonna tell me there’s capitalism in the afterlife, too.”

He shrugs. “I do not know. It is possible.”

“Please don’t say that to me. Anyway. If you’re gonna live in the mortal world for now, you’re gonna need to be able to tell what a scam looks like.”

“As far as I can tell, I cannot have a bank account here without an ID. Which, as I am not a citizen of this world, I do not have.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m your sugar daddy from here on out. But there’s still plenty of stuff I want to help you not fall for. Like the fucking virus you gave my computer last week.”

He frowns. “It said I had won a prize.”

“Also, what if we have to forge some documents for you and get you an ID and bank account?”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face. “Are you looking to break as many of your world’s rules as I have mine? It will be much harder for us if we both have to go on the run.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and heave an exaggerated sigh. “Point taken. Just. Please. If you get any texts, emails, or popups like this… come to me before you click anything, okay? The geek squad guys think I’m an idiot.”

“It is not—“

“So I told them that my idiot boyfriend is the one who clicked the link.”

He pouts, and it’s very, very cute. “Very well.”

[loveanddeepspacestuffforfreaks]

Cuddles with the snowman

Loveanddeepspace stuff for geeks

Summary: Um sleeping? You read the tittle and you're wondering what you're gonna read??? jk, fluff, cuddling, Zayne being a big baby.

Zayne x Gender neutral reader

(I love making this stuff.)

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Zayne is like a walking Ac but as much as you use him to cool down, he uses you like a pocket warmer. Taking your hand in his or gliding his sock less feet against yours in bed, making you squeal at how cold it is. He'll wrap his arms around you so that you can't escape as he sucks in your heat.

He doesn't really snore but breath pretty heavily, unconsciously nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Sleeps on his back typically unless he's sleeping next to you. Has multiple cute eye masks that he wears every night.

If he's doing work at home, he'll invite you to sit on his lap. Letting you drift off to sleep as he continues type away on his computer, satisfied just to have you so near.

He likes to hand you things, casually passing random objects to him in order to brush his skin against yours. He knows that he can just ask to hold your hand, but he likes to see the little blush that crawls on to your cheeks when it happens "accidently."

There are moments you have wondered if he has insomnia, the mornings you would see him and it looked like he didn't sleep. Those eye bags are designer. Yet whenever you sleep over, he never seems to have any problems sleeping. Immediately falling into a peaceful slumber by your side.

Sleep is easier with you, eating is easier with you, everything is easier with you...

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Nap time for me! (Do you guys like my profile pic? :D )

[nemesyaaa]

here's a list of obx au's that i think of often and that I hope can help with writer's block bc i will never write them :)))

rafe cameron : lawyer!rafe, sadistict!gladiator!rafe, joker!rafe, momma’s boy!rafe, grim reaper!rafe, blade runner!rafe, sniper!mask!rafe, blue beard!rafe, older!creepy!taxi driver!rafe, purge!leader!rafe,...

jj maybanks : graffiti artist!jj, stuntman!jj, urbex!youtuber!jj, pervy!video club x!coworker!jj, bad!teacher!jj, theatre!student!jj, pickpocket!jj, butler!jj, con artist!jj, depressed!rich!drug addict!jj, creepy! obssessed!fan!jj...

pope heyward : scientist!pope, zookeeper!pope, video game!store!manager!pope, doctor!pope, dark!plastic surgeon!pope, strict!class president!pope, marine scientist!pope, nerdy!detective!pope, mathlete!pope, aerospace!engineer!pope, geek!hacker!pope, pervy!computer scientist!pope, cult!scientist!leader!pope…

john b : pool!lifeguard!john b, music store!manager!john b, firefighter!john b, old!guitarist!john b, gravedigger!john b, dog sitter!john b, sadistic!dom!john b, drug sitter!john b, con artist!john b, animal rescue!john b, banker!john b....

reader: muse!reader, dentist!reader, circus performer!reader, academic!weapon!reader, goofy!loser!reader, art!student!reader, brothel!reader, fashion designer!reader, nurse!reader, pet store!reader, famous podcast!reader, fortune!teller!reader, swan!reader, veterinarian!reader, vigilante!reader, wedding!planner!reader, stand up comic!reader, sailor!reader, cosplayer!reader, sex shop worker!reader, hairstylist!reader, pin up galore!reader, activist!reader….

fantasy female!reader :succubus!reader, wish!granting!genie!reader, tiny!fairy!princess!reader, whimsigoth!witch!reader, egyptian!goddess!reader, cursed!angel!reader…

done ! you can use freely, i don't care about credits but i would like to read and support your work, so tag me anywhere, or tell me<3333 hope it helps 😁

[spideyriki]

my love flowers for you

pairings: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

c. warnings: est. relationship, kissing, fluff, flower giving + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1k+

a. note: something soft hehe, i used to part time at a flower shop and this is semi based on this lovely lady that was buying a bouquet for her boyfriend! when i asked her what was the occasion, she told me that she just really loves her boyfriend :((

it was late in the night and yet you were still hunched up over your desk, working late. this wasn't anything unusual, being the boss of a company this was unfortunately, your norm. though, these past few days, due to an upcoming event, you've been staying later than usual.

the sound of your phone vibrating snapped you out of your trance, your tired eyes finally leaving the blinding lights emitting off of your computer.

noticing the caller's contact, a small smile etched its way onto your face as you picked up the call.

"hi, baby", you spoke up gently.

sunghoon's whiny voice speaking, "y/n, when are you coming home?", the smile on your face widening as you could practically envision the pout on his face.

you let out a quiet laugh at the sound of your baby sulking, "i'll be home shortly, yeah? have you had dinner?", a few moments passed by as you continued to entertain your boyfriend's antics before finally bidding him off.

as you quickly resume what your were doing, you finally noted your work satisfactory and packed up your things to head home. stretching out your tight muscles after hours of your horrendous posture, you sleeve on your bag and make your way to the lift.

the elevator bell dings and you walk out, making your way to your car which was waiting for you upfront. however, the sound of your heels come to a halt as something catches your attention from the corner of your eye.

subconsciously, your feet carry you to the flower shop in your office lobby that was still open. the big bright colourful flowers, looked absolutely beautiful. though, one particular flower catches your attention. sunghoon's favourite.

"madam y/n, how may i help you?", the florist hurriedly coming to assist you.

your eyes scan through all the flowers again, the array was so full and you just needed all of them for sunghoon.

"could you wrap me up a bouquet with all the flowers please? whatever you deem looks best", you voice out.

the young girl makes quick work of assembling the bouquet. an array of pinks, reds and whites alongside hints of green and lilac, coming together to form an absolutely perfect arrangement. you recognised some of the flowers, not a huge flower geek but enough to get by, as long as sunghoon liked them.

not even 10 minutes later, the florist presents you with a beautiful large bouquet. the flowers wrapped in a sleek white paper, bringing out the vibrant flowers.

"thank you, darling. charge it to my tab, and get yourself something nice too", you slide a 100 dollar note into her hand before striding to your car, the large bouquet hauled in your arms.

after a short journey, you were finally home. as you walked through the door, you called out for sunghoon but you didn't get an answer. sliding off your shoes and making your way to the living room, the view of sunghoon sleeping on the sofa greets you, as a show plays in the background.

a warm feeling swells in your chest, the thought of your sleepy boyfriend trying to stay up for you fluttering your heart. you quietly crouch down infront of sunghoon, admiring your sweet boy and how peaceful he looks. slowly, one hand reaches up to run through sunghoon's hair as the other holds the bouquet as you begin to wake him.

"sunghoon", you soft voice quietly calls out to him, attempting to wake him but to no avail.

"baby", you try again louder, sunghoon's body finally stirring slightly. your fingers run through his hair once again, ridding the strands that have fallen over his eyes.

seconds later, sunghoon's eyes finally blink open, meeting yours. his sweet smile instantly brightens up the rather dark living room. the television being the only source of light.

before you get the chance to say anything, sunghoon's arms pull at your neck, his arms circling you as he tries to embrace you. due to you being crouched over, it's a little awkward but you still bring up your free hand as an attempt to hug sunghoon back, your lips pressed a quick kiss to his warm cheek. sunghoon releases you shortly to sit on the couch properly, making space for him to cuddle up to you.

as you stand up, only then does the bouquet come into his view. his big eyes look up at you curiously, as the flowers are presented to him.

"for you, baby.",

even in the darkened room, you noticed how sunghoon's cheeks dusted a pretty red, awfully similar to the shade of one of the flowers in his bouquet, as his fingers reach up to shyly accept the gift, an equally shy smile adorning his face.

"thank you, y/n. they're so beautiful.", sunghoon purrs.

his eyes scan over the bouquet, you notice every pleased twitch in his expression as he takes in the details of the arrangement, before he lets out a small gasp.

"y/n, red camellias!", his tone raising up an octave in pure joy, his little fangs coming into view as his smile widens.

he sets the flowers down gently before quickly pulling you down onto the couch next to him, climbing up on you. his legs straddling your lap, as his arms circle around you tightly.

"thank you", sunghoon whispers into your ear.

your hands travel to the small of his back, stroking him tenderly, happy to be in your lover's warm embrace after your long stressful day. a comfortable silence fills the room as sunghoon's head nuzzles into the crevice of your neck, your arms holding each other tightly.

"what's the occasion?", sunghoon breaks the silence.

"hm? just because",

a moment passes before sunghoon pulls away from your neck. his eyes gazing into yours beyond lovingly, an expression you can't quite decipher. despite the darkness of the room, his disheveled hair, the old worn out spiderman tshirt (which is actually yours) he's wearing, sunghoon still manages to take away your breath with just a simple look in his eyes.

his lips crash straight into yours, your eyes fluttering close as he kisses you, your hands rubbing soothing circles on his hipbones. so many lovely emotions pouring out from the both of you as your lips danced together in unison. nothing rushed, nothing intense, just a kiss of pure love and affection shared between two lovers.

you realised, you would do anything to find all the red camellias in the world for sunghoon.

©spideyriki 🍉

[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

You save Miko from a risky situation and end up losing your patience with her.

Warnings: violence, reader getting annoyed, Miko giving bad name ideas, killing a con, an outburst, some regrets, and making up.

Chapter 13

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A few days have passed and you have started to get used to your new life. You worked on the hologram projector with Raf, making great progress on it. He taught you more tech stuff and even agreed to teach you a few cybertronian things. Miko started calling you two nerds when you were invested in your little project. When you were not working on the projector, you would be helping Ratchet in the sick bay. He showed you the ropes, and whenever he was done, you would help fix things or clean his tools.

Today, Emily had to go back home to check on things, so you were alone with the kids and the bots. It wasn’t too bad since you had time to get to know them better. 

With Ratchet’s permission to use his tools, you worked on making your prosthetic fingers. It was challenging but with the things you learned and the parts, you had an idea of how to create the joins and make it detachable as you doubted you could modify your own hand without causing any nerve damage. 

You adjusted the finger joints and the straps you used to attach the finger between your two main fingers. You placed the tool down and looked it over, testing its mobility and density. You then grabbed a box and tested how well it helped you hold it. 

“Hey, not bad,” Raf complimented as he watched from the side. 

“Yeah. I guess this makes holding things much easier now. Maybe I could try making a little finger as well,” you said. 

“Not a bad idea, then you five fingers again,” he said.

You then heard someone come from the entrance. It was Bulkhead as he came back from his drive with Miko. The energetic girl stepped out of the passenger seat, allowing the bot to transform into his robot form. 

“What’s up geeks? Got anything interesting going on?” she asked. 

“Nothing much. (Name) managed to make herself a new finger,” Raf said. 

“Cool. Hey, maybe you could make new weapons and stuff? Maybe you could make one of those wrist blades or brass knuckles,” she suggested, throwing punches in the air. “Oh! oh! maybe you could make a cannon to blast cons away,” she said. 

“I just made a new finger. I’m not a weapon engineer,” you shook your head. 

“Oh, come on. Have some fun little?” Miko pestered. 

“By the way, we should come up with a bot name for you,” she said. 

“What’s wrong with my current name?” you asked with a frown. 

“Nothing. It’s just it's a human name. You are a giant robot now. So how about you get a cool robot name!” Miko said.

You groaned as she had been at it for a few days now. It was constantly about being a cool robot and doing cybertronian stuff. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t find it a bit annoying by now. 

“How about… Skullcrusher?” 

“No,” you shook your head. 

“Mauveine,” 

“That’s a color,” you said. 

“Metallica,” she threw in 

“Isn’t that the name of that one metal band?” you frowned. 

“Oh, now I got it. Mirage,” she said. 

“I think I am going to stay with my current name,” you stated. 

“Oh, don’t be so boring,” Miko whined. 

“Sometimes boring is good enough. Deal with it,” you said, taking out your finger. 

A loud beeping came from the main computer. You looked over as Optimus and the other bots checked out what their computer found. 

“The cons are active,” Arcee said. 

“Could be a false alarm,” Bulkhead added. 

“Whatever it is. It is worth investigating. “ Optimus said. 

“Autobots. Transform and roll out,” he said as they opened the ground bridge. They transformed and drove into the green vortex. 

After the ground bridge closed, you tried to get back on your project, but then you noticed someone missing. 

“Where’s Miko?” you asked. 

Ratchet, Raf, and Jack looked around but the girl was nowhere to be seen. 

“She was just here a moment ago,” Jack said. 

You were then reminded of what Jack said about Miko joining the missions despite the dangers. She disappeared right after the bots left through the ground bridge. 

“You don’t think she went after the bots?” you asked, glancing toward the ground bridge. 

“Well, it would not be the first time,” Jack said. 

Ratchet groaned loudly before contacting Optimus and the other bots.

“Optimus. Miko disappeared right after you left. Did she follow you?” he asked. 

“Negative. We are currently engaging the decepticons,” Optimus said. 

“I have eyes on her. Miko! Get to cover!” Bulkhead yelled as you all heard blaster fire in the background. 

You felt worried for Miko’s sake. 

“Scrap! They sound too engaged to get Miko out of there,” Ratchet said. 

“What should we do?” Jack asked. 

You considered your options. Ratchet was pretty much needed at the base. Jack and Raf would be too at risk to go get her. The bots were engaging the enemy and it would be too risky just to wait and hope for the best. There was only one option. 

“I could go get her,” you stood up. 

“Absolutely not,” Ratchet said strictly. 

“I’m not gonna join the fight. I stay hidden, find Miko, and come back,” You explained. 

“Are you sure?” Raf asked. 

“We could wait here and hope nothing happens to her. Besides I’m a robot now, I have the least chance of getting hurt unlike Miko,” you answered. 

You all then looked at Ratchet. He groaned with a sigh. 

“Fine.” he opened the ground bridge. 

“But you better be quick and stay out of harm,” He said as you turned toward the ground bridge. 

“Be careful,” Raf said as you ran into the vortex. 

You jumped out of the ground bridge as it closed behind you. You quickly hid when you saw the bots fighting the cons. It was violent as punches and kicks were thrown at each other. You looked around for the girl. However, you couldn’t see her. 

“Bulkhead! Where’s Miko?!” you called out as he was the nearest. 

“I told her to hide over there!” he pointed at rocks before continuing the fight. 

You quickly sneaked toward the boulders where Miko should be and soon enough, saw her watching the fight. 

“Miko!” you called out. 

“Huh?” Miko looked toward you, but then one of those vehicons noticed her. Your eyes widened in panic. 

“Miko! Get down!” you yelled as you ran toward the vehicon and tackled him to the ground before he could grab the girl. Miko yelped then watched as you started wrestling with the con. 

The vehicon was stunned but struggled hard against you. You groaned as you tried to push him down. He then tried to shoot you with his blaster arm. You tried to push it away but when he fired, you were forced back to avoid getting shot. The vehicon then tried to get up. You tried to think something then remembered you shared a similar body, which meant you should have a blaster arm as well. 

“Come on…” you tried to think of your arm as a weapon, and then a click happened and your arm turned into a blaster. 

“(Name)!” Miko pointed at the vehicon as it prepared to shoot you. 

You aimed and a blast came out of your blaster arm. You were thrown back from the recoil, however, your shot struck the vehicon right in the core, causing it to fall and lay on the ground motionlessly with smoke rising out of it. 

You both stared at the dead con in stunned silence. Your arm turned back to normal and you released a heavy breath. 

“Dude! That was so cool!” Miko said beside you. You frowned and then grabbed her into your hands. 

You ran away from the battlefield, returning to the spot where you first arrived. 

“Ratchet! I got Miko! Bring us back!” you said through the com and he then opened the ground bridge again. You ran into the vortex, away from the battlefield. 

Back at the base, after the ground bridge closed behind you, you placed Miko back on her feet. 

“Are you okay?” Raf asked when he saw you rub your head. 

“I’m fine,” you uttered annoyed. 

“Dude! That was epic! You totally scrapped that con!” Miko said excitedly. 

“You are tougher than you look,” she said. 

You looked at her. “You got to be joking you could have gotten yourself killed!” You said. 

“Well, it’s a good thing you came. You make one awesome bot, and I got some sweet pictures” she said like what just happened wasn’t a big deal. Your patience finally ran out. You had enough of her antics. 

“Are you fucking shitting me right now?!” you snapped. 

“Oh oh,” Jack said, covering Raf’s ears. 

“We were on an active battlefield just now and all you cared about was getting some dumb photos? Do you think this is some kind of a game?” you asked with anger in your tone. 

“Relax. It’s alright now,” Miko said. 

“No! Miko! It’s not!” you stepped toward her, causing her to step back and look at you with a bewildered expression. 

“We could have gotten ourselves killed! I did not want to be there, but one more second, and you would have been a goner for good. No second chances. Like, come on Miko! That was an actual battle zone! You could have actually died there!” you yelled, pointing at the ground bridge from where you came. 

“I…I…” Miko stuttered under her words. 

“How about you actually think with your head once in a while instead of trying to get dumb photos?!” You asked. 

“Okay. Everyone calm down,” Ratchet tried to de-escalate as he stepped forward. 

“(Name). How about you go outside for a moment? Cool yourself down,” he said. 

“For the record, Miko. I find none of this cool. My human body is gone. I can never return to my human life, so how about you stop with the stupid name suggestions,” you marched out of the hangar while Miko looked after you with tears in her eyes. 

“That was… intense,” Jack said. 

“I… I didn’t mean to,” Miko sniffed. 

“Calm down, Miko. Give her some alone time. She’ll come around eventually,” Ratchet said before returning to the monitors. 

Miko dried her eyes and quietly walked to the yellow couch where she continued to sit in silence. Raf and Jack looked at her with worry but did not know if they should try to comfort her after that outburst. 

The bots soon returned to the base after dealing with the cons. Bulkhead quickly walked over to Miko after seeing her. 

“Miko. Are you alright? You didn’t get hurt, now did ya?” he asked. 

“I’m fine,” Miko uttered. Bulkhead immediately noticed the sullen look and tone in her voice. 

“Hey, Miko. What’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked. 

“Let’s just say… when (Name) brought Miko back, she kinda lost her patience and had an outburst,” Raf explained. 

“Yeah, she did not like the experience and apparently there was a con she had to scrap to save Miko,” Jack said. "I guess she also got annoyed about being a bot," he added.  

“I didn’t mean to make her that upset,” Miko exclaimed. 

Bumblebee beeped something. 

“Understand that (Name) did not become this out of her choice and that her condition is irreversible, which means she can never return to the life she once knew,” Optimus said. 

“Meaning she can’t go home or do human things anymore,” Jack said. 

“Maybe she actually misses being a human,” Raf added. 

“Whatever the case, perhaps giving each other time to think will help you both resolve this issue,” Optimus stated. 

Arcee looked toward Miko before her thoughts came to you. 

At the top of the base, you were sitting at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the view after releasing a few angry tears and thinking the whole thing through. You felt regretful for cursing out on Miko like that. 

“Hey,” 

You looked behind you and saw Arcee walking toward you. 

“Ugh… hey,” you replied, slightly awkwardly.

“I heard you had a blowout with Miko after bringing her back,” she said. 

“Yeah. I lost my patience. I shouldn’t have done that,” you sighed, holding your knee as your other feet hung from the edge. 

“No. I get it. Miko does tend to get herself into dangerous situations,” Arcee said as she sat down beside you. 

“Yeah, but I still shouldn't have blown up on her like that. God. I’m so stupid. I said some pretty nasty stuff to her, “ you said. 

“Don’t beat yourself over that. Miko is just how she is even though she could be more considerate of her own safety, and it’s completely normal to feel the way you did after saving her from a con,” Arcee comforted.  

“I really didn’t think much. When I saw that con trying to grab her, I just ran and tackled the con to the ground,” you explained. 

“It was a close call and her being so careless about it kinda pissed me off,” you said. “Now she probably won’t talk to me after that whole episode,” You uttered sadly. 

“Don’t overthink it. Everyone can get frustrated at times and need to blow up steam. And Miko is just a kid. Kids tend to do reckless things without considering the consequences,” Arcee said. “I doubt she thinks badly of you. You came to make sure she would come back safely and fought a con. Bulkhead already appreciates you for it,” she said. 

You considered her words. “You’re right. But… I think I still need to make up to her in a way,” you said. 

Arcee smiled with a nod. “ You know, you might look like a con, but you’re definitely not one from the inside,” 

You chuckled as you two then gazed at the view before you. 

Back inside the base, you walked up to Miko as she was sketching on the couch. 

“Miko,” you said, catching her attention. 

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry for my outburst earlier. The thing is I’m scared by this whole alien war thing, and I was really worried when that con nearly got you,” you said. 

“I’m sorry too. I know I can get a bit ahead of myself. Thanks for coming to my rescue,” she said. 

“It’s fine. Also… I kinda miss being a human. As a robot, there are now some things I can’t do anymore. Like I can no longer eat my favorite food. I can’t drink any of my favorite drinks, not even something as bland as water. I can’t run my fingers through my hair, and I can barely feel the wind on my face. I can’t even take casual walks outside to clear my head. Those seem like small things, but after a long time, you can’t help but grow to miss them,” you explained. 

 “I— didn’t really think of it that way. I can’t imagine myself never being able to drink my favorite soda again, “ Miko said thoughtfully. 

“I know right? Energon doesn’t really taste much and now it’s the only thing I need to survive. Being a robot might have been cool if it was temporal. However, I’m stuck like this forever,” you said. 

“(Name). I’m sorry,” Miko said. 

“No. it’s okay. There are some positive perks in being a robot,” you said. 

“Like what?” she said curiously. 

“You do not need to worry about getting a driver’s license. You can pretty much now climb and jump from any high places that would have gravely injured you as a human. And… well, you no longer suffer from periods,” you said. 

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Miko grinned. 

“Periods?” Bulkhead looked confused. 

“What I wanna say is… well… don’t stop being you, but maybe be a bit more considerate of your safety. I’m pretty sure none of us here wants to see you get hurt,” you said. 

“No promises,” Miko teased, making you tilt your head at her. “But I promise to try,” she said. 

You smiled and then glanced at her book, having an idea. 

“You know, Emily has been talking about getting a new look for me. Do you wanna help us out on that?” you asked. 

“Absolutely! I can come up with the most rad colors ever,” Miko said, taking out her pencil and began drawing. She rambled ideas while you just listened, nodding along as she came up with interesting color design ideas.