#I used to talk so much about these two doing normal things back in the day

[sereia4skz]

a house we build | chapter 2: gene pool entanglement

pairing: established!Minsung x fem!reader

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word count: 1.4k

warnings: MDNI, smut, creampies, unprotected sex (duh)

You move in on a Thursday.

You don’t bring much with you. It feels more like a retreat than anything else, quiet, sprawling, strangely peaceful for a home owned by two world-famous idols. The property is surrounded by trees and tall gates, but the inside is warm. Wooden floors, wide windows, the smell of something sweet simmering in the kitchen. 

The guest room isn’t a guest room at all. It’s yours now, with a full closet, a brand-new mattress, blackout curtains. There’s a card on the nightstand written in Jisung’s handwriting. Welcome home (for now, unless you want to stay forever lol).

Jisung carries your suitcase in and promptly trips over the threshold. "Sorry," he mutters, face flushed. "Bad omen, right? Should I try again?"

Minho rolls his eyes and plucks the bag from his hand. "You’re going to scare her off."

You smile, small and genuine. "No, it’s okay. It feels… nice. Just strange."

"Strange is fair," Jisung says. "Weird and nice can coexist. That’s, like, our entire marriage."

Minho snorts. "Speak for yourself. I’m extremely normal."

"That's not what you said in 2 kids room" you laugh. It feels too easy, dangerously easy.

Jisung's the one who shows you around the house, too. He talks with his hands, bumbling through stories about the different rooms, the backyard garden, the espresso machine Minho doesn’t let him touch unsupervised.

Minho walks behind you both, quiet and sharp-eyed, the way he always is. He doesn’t speak unless he has to. But when you reach for the banister going upstairs, he’s the one who steadies you with a hand on your lower back.

The night moves slow after that.

There’s takeout and tea. A movie no one watches. Your things sit unpacked. It’s strange, like everything else: not romantic, but intimate. Like a sleepover you shouldn’t be at. Like a marriage you were dropped into halfway through.

It’s not discussed again, not explicitly, the arrangement, the act.

It just… happens.

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The night is strange. No one says it, but it hovers thick in the silence. This is the part that’s supposed to be clean, quick. Just biology. But there’s no doctor. No equipment. Just you and them. And nerves, humming sharp and high under your skin.

They give you time to shower. You come out in a robe someone left folded at the end of the bed, soft, fresh. Your hands twist in the fabric, and Jisung stares at the floor like it might swallow him whole.

“This is so weird,” he mutters.

Minho’s mouth twitches. “Weirder things have made families.”

“I guess.” Jisung looks up at you. “But also… kind of perfect?”

You nod. Something catches in your throat. There’s no plan. You end up in Minho’s room, bigger bed, darker curtains. The air smells like cedar and sage. No one moves at first. 

Jisung kisses you first. His lips are warm, a little dry, but sweet. Gentle. Shaky. You feel his nervousness in the way he keeps breaking away, like he’s trying to check your face for fear, for hesitation. His hands come up to cradle your face, then immediately drop like he doesn’t trust himself.

Minho doesn’t touch you until you’re already in bed, but when he does, it’s decisive. One hand curls around your waist from behind, pulling you closer to where he’s kneeling. He presses his nose to your hair, breath warm against your neck.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs.

You whisper yes.

Minho is focused. Deliberate. Everything he does feels intentional, like he’s not just trying to get you pregnant but trying to make you feel good, trying to remember every part of it. He kisses your throat, your shoulder, your breast, then leans back to look at you fully bare.

"You’re doing something beautiful," he says, fingertips ghosting over your stomach. "Let us make it feel that way."

Jisung exhales like he’s been holding it in all day.

He’s more nervous than Minho. His hands shake when he pushes your legs open. But he never stops talking, praise tumbling out of him like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers, sinking to his knees. “You smell so good. You’re gonna take us so well, aren’t you?”

You whimper when his tongue brushes you, and he groans against your folds like it’s too much for him. He eats you out with something close to worship, slow, messy licks, his nose nudging your clit just right. His hands stay on your thighs, trembling, then stroking, then gripping.

Minho watches from behind you, running his fingers down your spine like he’s memorizing the shape. You can feel his erection pressed against your hip, hard through his sweats, but he doesn’t move yet. He just whispers, "Relax, Jagi. You’re safe here."

It makes you tremble.

Jisung pulls back, chin wet, lips swollen, he smiles, bashful, but cocky. “She’s ready,” he tells Minho. “I got her nice and soft for you.”

Minho raises an eyebrow. “That’s not how anatomy works.”

“Shut up, I’m being romantic.”

You giggle through your haze of arousal.

Minho presses a kiss to your shoulder, then reaches down to guide himself to your entrance. He goes slow, achingly, carefully slow, but even so, you feel the stretch, the unfamiliar fullness. His hips press flush to yours, and he just… stays there for a moment, trembling with restraint.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re-” He stops himself, jaw flexing. “First time I’ve ever…”

You turn your head. “With a woman?”

He nods, kissing the shell of your ear.

“But I’ve fucked Ji before,” he says softly, pulling out halfway before sliding back in.

“Hey,” Jisung huffs from where he’s propped on an elbow beside you. “You don’t have to tell all our secrets.”

“You’re loud when you come,” Minho murmurs, deadpan.

Jisung flushes pink and grins anyway. “You like it.”

You’re moaning through the pressure now, the fullness of Minho rocking into you. He moves deep and slow, gripping your hips like he’s holding on for dear life. His cock drags inside you thick and careful, each thrust brushing that soft, needy spot that makes your toes curl.

Jisung kisses you again. His hand slips between your legs, fingers circling your clit. “We’ve got you,” he breathes. “We’re doing it right, right?”

You nod, dizzy.

They’re not perfect, they’re clumsy, awkward, a little too tender, but it’s overwhelming in the best way. Like... Like a beginning.

Minho loses rhythm first. You feel it in the way his hips falter, the way he groans against your neck and presses his forehead to your shoulder.

“I’m close,” he mutters. “I’m gonna- fuck!”

“Do it,” you whisper. “Come on. Come inside.”

He moans, one deep, broken sound, and thrusts in hard one last time. He stills deep in your cunt and spills with a shudder, thick and hot and pulsing.

You clench around him without meaning to.

Jisung groans at the sight. “My turn?”

Minho pulls out, slowly, and you feel his spend drip out before Jisung’s already moving between your legs.

“Shit,” he breathes. “That’s so hot.”

He doesn’t tease, he can’t. He’s already leaking when he pushes in, a wet squelch of cum and needs making him hiss through his teeth, you whine at the overstimulation. He fucks you faster than Minho, less patient, all desperation and want.

You pull him in by the neck and kiss him hard. He whines into your mouth. “Gonna knock you up,” he babbles. “Gonna be so fucking full of us.”

You tighten around him, and he shudders, breath hitching.

“Fuck- fuck! I’m coming, baby, I’m-”

He jerks forward and spills deep inside you, twitching and gasping as he fills you to the brim. His hips keep moving, little aftershocks, and his arms curl around you so tight it hurts.

You lie in silence.

Your thighs are sticky. The air smells like sweat and sex and something bigger.

Minho kisses your hair. Jisung’s fingers trace lazy circles on your belly.

You fall asleep like that, tangled, aching, full. In the morning, you don’t talk about what it meant.

Three weeks later, you throw up into the sink and cry at a cat video.

You call the clinic and schedule the test.

And one baby, healthy, growing, none of you ask who the father is.

Because it doesn’t matter.

They both look at you like it’s theirs. Like you’re theirs.

Jisung hugs you too tightly when the doctor confirms it. Minho touches your stomach like it already means something. And even though the process is barely beginning, you already feel it in your chest.This isn’t just a job.

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Huntr/x and The Saja Boys being Jealous

Prompt : How Huntr/x and the Saja Boys would react to their partner being flirted with. @erisanix

Author’s Note : I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this 😭 Hope you enjoy!!! So it was only after writing this (and preparing to publish this) that I realised you probably meant partner as in the reader... I'm so sorry- and will rewrite this if you want

Abby when someone flirts with Mira

The two of them are working out.

Neither of them need it but Abby insists that they work to keep their muscles in shape (insert unnecessary flexing here)

Some dude decides to work out next to them and when abby leaves to grab them water, the person takes their chance to talk with Mira. 

His first reaction is to laugh. 

Like, genuinely finds it funny.

How did anyone have the audacity to flirt with Mira???

“You’re trying to flirt with her?”

“Oh… you’re serious.”

He’d walk over, arm casually slipping over her shoulder as she glares at the person trying to make a move on her

He wouldn’t say a thing first and would just stand there smiling.

Normally, most people would use their brains and back off once they see that:

1. Mira isn’t interested

2. This huge guy with muscles in standing by her like a body guard and could very much easily beat them up

However, lets say the person keeps going

While Abby knows fully well that Mira can handle herself, he likes playing knight-in shining armour.

“She’s taken” he’d smirk condescendingly at the person (who is now shaking in their boots) 

He doesn’t get jealous so much, but will get competitive.

It also gives him an extra EXTRA confidence boost knowing that he (and romance ig 😒) is actually Mira’s boyfriend.

“You think she’d want you? Try again in your next life.”

(He wouldn’t say this in front of Mira of course cause she would obliterate him)

Once they’re gone, he’s gentle and playful again.

“I feel bad for them”

“Why?”

“Don’t you remember how long it took me and romance to convince you to go out with us?”

“Yea-”

“And you liked us” he pointed out in disbelief “That poor person bro. They stood no chance” he’d shake his head dramatically watching the flirter walk away defeatedly.

Romance when someone flirts with Mira

They were both in the practice room. Mira testing out new lyrics with him and Romance just watching her.

A new staff member, who wasn’t briefed on any of the relationships between the groups, attempts to make a move on Mira.

Romance is smiling the whole time.

He doesn’t take the person seriously.

“Oh, you like her? Cuteeeeee. Same.”

Would hug Mira from behind mid-conversation (knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to attack him for the PDA in front of the innocent (and flirty) bystander), his chin resting on her shoulder as he more or less stares at her in awe.

“Isn’t she just perfect?” he’d say, looking smugly into the flirter’s eyes.

He, like Abby, is so confident in his position as Mira’s boyfriend that he has no need to be jealous.

And to be honest even if he did feel jealous, he used to be a powerful demon. Hiding a dead body wouldn’t be that difficult for him.

He wouldn’t mind outflirting the flirter to their face.

He would also let Mira do most of the rejecting.

He lowkey finds it attractive when she goes all “Sorry but I’m already in a relationship”

His head is filled with hearts and flowers and all he can think of is  ‘she loooooooves me~~’

But, If Mira gets visibly annoyed or uncomfy (and that would take a lot to happen), his smile turns sharp.

“You can leave now,” he’d say, eyes narrowed as he more or less forces the person away with his sharp gaze.

His tone is so obviously threatening.

Later, he’d make Mira and Abby laugh about it.

“You know I’m prettier than them, right?” he’d tell the two while laying across their legs on the couch.

Mira would roll her eyes but she wouldn’t disagree.

Abby would give romance a proud high five (or whatever it is bro’s do…)

Definitely throws in some extra flirty lines that night, just to remind her of the whole encounter.

Mystery when someone flirts with Zoey

The only Saja boy that would get seriously jealous.

This could go two ways though. 

He could either get super protective over Zoey to the point where it’s lowkey animalistic…

I’m basically saying he might start barking at whoever is flirting with her 😭

Based off of his behaviour in the movie i’d feel like he’d try to freak the person out so they’d leave 💀

The more likely option would be for him to just freeze.

Doesn’t speak. Just stares.

You can feel how uncomfortable he is with the entire situation.

Lets say the two are hanging out after practice hours and they encounter a group of fans, one of them thinking they actually have a chance with Zoey.

I feel like Zoey would be completely oblivious to the fans' intentions cause she just wants to believe in the good of everyone. 

Remember how she said the Saja boys were magicians even though it was really obvious they were demons 💀

Mystery, after attending to his own fans, just stands behind Zoey and watches,

He tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him but it obviously does.

He can’t stand still.

Crosses his arms. 

Shifts weight between his legs. 

Backs up a step only to come back up.

He won’t interrupt the conversation. Honestly he might just leave.

But Zoey usually finds him sulking in a corner later.

“You okay?”

“Why must you be so nice to people?” he be all frowny while flopping around on the floor”

“Thank you? she let out a small laugh before sitting by him and moving the hair out of his face.

“I don’t want you to be nice to everyone…” he’d be all flustered but still very upset. “Just me.” a small pause, “and huntr/x and the saja boys i guess…”

She ends up comforting him because his jealousy would manifest as confusion and anxiety.

Poor boy fears she’d still leave him because he used to be a demon.

Starts to lowkey improve his posture and fix his hair next time they're out. 

He thinks no one notices but zoey does.

Jinu when someone flirts with Rumi

The pouty jealous one.

Not in a sad and anxious way like Mystery, but more in a ‘stop giving them attention Rumi~’ way.

Doesn’t react at first. He’s quiet, watching and assessing how serious the situation is. 

If Rumi laughs at something the flirter says?

His jaw drops in disbelief. Like her audacity??

“Wow. Guess I’m just a background character now.” • Said this to no one but himself. He said it outloud.

Will walk up after the conversation ends like:

“So… did you have fun Rumi?”

“Who was that?”

“Do you like them more than me? Be honest. I can take it.” (He cannot.)

Rumi: “You’re literally the only person I want Jinu.”

Jinu, perking up instantly: “Okay :)”

Still clings to her for the rest of the day, just in case.

He could get super protective though.

They’d probably be out on one of their dates that apparently aren’t dates…

They’d stop for food at a restaurant and the guy taking the order is just so annoying and persistent about getting Rumi’s number.

At this his eyes sharpen, jaw clenches slightly. You’d only notice if you knew him.

He does not interrupt. He’d look to see how Rumi handles it.

If she looks uncomfortable?

He steps in immediately with that low, casual tone he has “You okay Rumi?”

He’s not even trying to be threatening. He’s kinda just making in known that he is the boyfriend.

Even Rumi is flustered with just how protective he’s being.

When they’re walking back to the company, his hand hasn’t left her waist at all.

“Some people just don’t seem to know when to stop talking” he’d mumbled under his breath.

Mira when someone flirts with Abby or Romance

If they flirt with Abby:

Someone’s trying to compliment his abs and muscles.

The person is being all sweet n touchy like

“Omg! You must work out really hard~~”

And he can see Mira seething in the background so he tries to make the interaction seem as friendly as possible. 

She's watching it all happen with the flattest expression known to mankind.

Abby's being polite. He’s all smiles like “ooh thankyou :D” 

Mira’s patience is running out FAST.

She's standing there, arms crossed, eyebrows twitching.

In her brain she’s absolutely berating the person. 

“Can’t they tell that he’s taken??’

However she’d also be in denial about her jealousy. 

“Like what do you mean jealousy? I was just worried that the person was wasting their time on you muscles brain” is what she would say if ever confronted about the situation.

She’d eventually calm down until Abby chuckles at one of their jokes.

Her head slowly turns and her eyes are comically wide.

She lowkey looks deranged…

“You think they’re funny?” • “No– I was just–” • “Mm.” 

She’d kick him out of her car and leave him stranded on the street.

Eventually walks up casually, a hand on Abby’s bicep.

“Sorry, this one’s taken. But nice try.” Smile = threat.

Later in private?

She’s berating him.

“You’re such an attention seeker”

“I didn’t do anything..” he’s flabergasted

If they flirt with Romance:

Mira doesn’t even pretend to be calm.

The issue here is Romance is the type to flirt back. Not cause he’s a man whore or anything but he just loves when Mira acts all possessive about him 💀

She’s standing behind Romance while the flirter is mid-sentence, her arms crossed, lips pursed.

She’s giving them the look she normally uses to scare off demons before killing them off.

Romance obviously finds it hilarious and adorable.

Mira does not.

She doesn’t speak, just raises one brow at the poor soul.

This person must be blind or something cause they just keep talking???

Oh yea- Where did they meet the flirter?

The two went shopping for books. Yes. Books.

Romance thinks the best way to learn about human culture would be by reading as many novels as he can get his hands on. 

This leads to the shop owner flirting with him as they try to recommend good books to read.

The flirter slides him a very steamy looking book and winks at him “This looks like something you’d enjoy if you know what I mean”

When the person keeps talking, Romance is smirking. • “You’re gonna die~” he whispers, all happy.

Mira steps up between them. • “If you value your ability to walk and want to keep your store, I suggest you shut up.”

Romance: 🥰

He won’t shut up about it later.

“I’ve never felt more loved.”

“You threatened violence for me.”

“Tell me again how you’d break their legs.”

He’s just a girl.

Actually he’d probably love saying “I’m just a girl” 💀

Zoey when someone flirts with Mystery

She’s oblivious at first.

Like I said up above, she’ll probably think the person is just being friendly.

“Oh my god, Mystery, they said you have pretty hair! Isn’t that sweet?” • Mystery is trying not to freak out

Eventually, she catches on.

She’ll see the flirter get all up in his space. They’d try to touch his hair, or interlink their arms, literally anything to have physical contact.

Mystery is physically recoiling.

“Wait a damn minute…”

Her whole vibe changes.

Remember how she “ended” mystery in the movie?

“You’re just my type 🤩 Oh well” stabs

Yea that switch up is how she’d treat the flirter.

Her voice is still sweet, but it’s weaponized sweetness.

“That’s my boyfriend.”

One sentence. That’s it.

The air gets colder. The fan who was flirting? Gone.

She then turns to Mystery like nothing happened.

“You okay?”

“You scared them away.”

“Good.” sips her drink

She becomes extra clingy later too. Not because she’s insecure.

She’d do it to reassure him that she wouldn’t be going anywhere regardless of how many people try to flirt with him.

Random compliments and forehead kisses.

“Your hair is pretty by the way.” she’d say this while tying it up into a bun to admire his face. “I’m the only one allowed to touch it though”

“Of course Zoey,” his voice is practically a whisper as she clings onto him.

Rumi with someone flirts with Jinu

They went to the movies together. A new lego movie came out and the last one Jinu saw was years ago so he begged Rumi to take him to see the new one.

She goes to collect popcorn, leaving Jinu to take his seat, and when she returns, someone is in HER chair. Flirting with HER boyfriend.

She’d try really hard not to react.

She wants to be chill. Really, she does.

But the moment someone says “Hey, what’s your name?” and reaches out to his arm?

She’s considering summoning her weapon and wiping their head off clean.

My girl is staring daggers.

Probably the most over protective in the group (could rival Mira)

After all, the guy died for her. Why would anyone even think they could try to flirt with him???

Stares daggers.

Jinu is too polite (and oblivious. The guy used to be a 400 year old demon. Anything he used to know about flirting is now irrelevant)

He smiles. Maybe even giggles just because of how nervous he is. • That is what breaks her.

She walks over calmly, “Sorry. That seat’s taken.”

If the flirter protests? “By who?

“By me. Go find another one.” Rumi’s losing her patience and the movie is about to start.

“I actually like it here,” they’d lean a tad bit closer to Jinu to spite Rumi.

Let’s not forget that Rumi is half demon though!! “That wasn’t a suggestion.” Her voice gets a bit more dangerous and unstable.

Once they’re alone again, she teases him about it.

“Did you like the attention?”

“Nooo– Rumi, no, I was scared. ☹️”

“You were giggling.”

“IT WAS A PANIC GIGGLE!!”

The next time they go out, she’s in his hoodie. Hair down (out of the braid 😋). Holding his hand. The message is clear: • Don’t even look in his direction.

[undyingdecay]

i wanted to ask if bob was like insanely possessive and into all that freak shit .. i’m talking yandere kind of thing .. what are we thinking gang 🤔

(tw: mentions of blood and cuts, non-con aspects, very toxic relationships, made reader the yandere because it makes the most sense to me sorryyy)

at first glance i want to say no, bob’s not that kind of guy. violence makes him flinch. he’s soft in all the worst ways. the type to cry watching old cartoons because the dog gets lost. the type to feel nauseous at the sight of blood, especially his own, and apologize six times if he so much as raises his voice at you, spiraling into this self-loathing monologue about how he’s a piece of shit, you should leave me, i don’t deserve you, i never did while he clutches the back of his neck and rocks on his heels.

but then i thought about it longer — it’s a yes. he would be into it, but only for you. only when it’s you. and not in the clean, pop-fanfiction yandere kind of way either. no, it’s rotted and wet and it stinks of fear. it’s born out of desperation, out of this deep-seated terror of being alone, of being left behind the way everyone else left him.

what really does it is the fact you even could. that you give enough of a shit about him, the worst, rawest parts of him, to act so fucking unhinged over him. that you care enough to ruin yourself for him, to turn mean and ugly and obsessive, to drag him down to your level just so you can keep him.

he doesn’t want it. not at first. he’ll say stop, he’ll plead with you when you press the knife to his throat, eyes wet, lip trembling, voice cracking like a teenager’s. he’ll beg you to stop straddling him, to stop moving your hips like that, muttering ‘i-it’s not me, it’s not my fault, it’s just a normal reaction, anybody would—‘ even though his cock is hard, flushed dark and leaking against his stomach, twitching with every pass of your hips.

and the thing is, it’s not about the knife. not really. it’s about you. the way you look at him when you do it, the way your hands shake like you’re scared of what you’re becoming but you’re doing it anyway, for him. the fact that you’d sink this low to keep him. it makes him sick to his stomach and hard as a rock. you'll tell him to shut up, that if he doesn't do what you want you'll hurt yourself. the guilt eats at him, it makes him feel suck but you're always there to comfort him. he hates it. he loves it.

the blood bonds too. jesus christ, those nights when you get it in your head that you’re gonna make it official. maybe you’ve both been up for days, maybe you’re both high off something neither of you can name anymore, and you press a blade to your thumb and slice a shallow line there, holding it up with this manic gleam in your eyes.

‘come on, bob. c’mon, baby, just a little cut. for me. for us.’

and he acts scared, acts like he’s gonna throw up — but his cock is straining against his jeans and he doesn’t even realize it. his pupils blown, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile.

you rub your bleeding thumbs together, your blood mixing, sticky and warm, and declare yourselves bound. forever. and he swears he feels it in that moment, like the world tightens around the two of you, like you just buried a hook in his heart and tethered him to you for good.

he gets weird about it after. clingy in this twitchy, paranoid way. like he’s scared you’ll regret it, like you’ll wash your hands and pretend it never happened. follows you from room to room, hovers in doorways, eyes darting like he expects you to bolt. he doesn’t even know what he’s afraid of anymore — just that losing you would mean the end of him in a very real, very final way.

[woozisprincess]

Looking In

Your two closest friends, who are also your otp, are more comfortable around you than anyone else. Like they're really comfortable. Probably too comfortable.

Scoups x Fem!Reader x Woozi

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Poly fic, fluff, friends to lovers, dense reader, super suggestive, Seungcheol thot activity, CheolHoon argue a lot but it's all in good faith, made Seungcheol really pouty because I like, Jihoon tries to be normal, Vernon listens to your CheolHoon problems, lmk if anything else

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Whenever Jihoon and Seungcheol were around, you always felt like you were witnessing something that you shouldn't. Moments between them that in no way were intended for the public eye. And for whatever fucking reason, they only seemed to act this away around you. During a group hangout, when the three of you were the first to arrive, it almost felt like you yourself were in the relationship. They giggled and smiled at each other like they shared a secret no one else knew, and then they'd look at you like you were also privy to that secret. You were not. And then as more of your friends filed in, they'd go back to acting how they normally did around people. Still cute, still in love, just much less intimate.

And this has happened multiple times, mind you. Whenever you had the pleasure of third wheeling them for the day, or when you'd stop by Jihoon's place to binge anime while Seungcheol lurked around. It was insane. You felt insane. At first you had fully convinced yourself that you were imagining things, but as time went on, it was clear that it was very real, and that you were the only one experiencing this.

The lovers were undeniably your otp, seeing as you had been rooting for them since Jihoon first let it slip to you that he had a massive crush on Seungcheol. He was all nervous and flustered, made you promise to not say anything. You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he was being. Did he really not see how Seungcheol looked at him? Truthfully, you're the only reason they're even together. Jihoon was in complete denial that Seungcheol could possibly like him, and Seungcheol couldn't read through Jihoon's Tsundere tendencies for shit. So through meticulous planning, and months of egging the two of them on, they finally confessed to one another. So yeah, you happily take credit.

You assume that's why they're so… comfortable… around you. You really can't find another explanation. You'd always been pretty close to both of them as well, so that's definitely gotta be a part of it. It's just so odd to you.

Well, at least it was odd to you. It's been a year since it all started, and you've grown quite used to their behavior. In fact, you'd even say that you enjoy the special treatment. The way Seungcheol reaches to hold your hand in crowded spaces the same way he does for Jihoon, when Jihoon pulls you as close as he possibly can during movie nights, how they both call you their girl. You don’t think you've even thought about getting a boyfriend since all this started, you really didn't need one when you basically had two. That's why as you sat at your favorite brunch spot with them, you were completely unphased by… whatever they were doing.

You looked at your menu, unsure of what to get this time around. You told yourself that you'd order something different today, but your eyes kept drifting to the Very Berry French Toast that you always ordered.

“What do I even get?” You were mostly talking to yourself, but Seungcheol chimed in anyway.

“I don't know…” He feigned genuine thought as he glanced at his menu. “Maybe we should just order this.” His hand grabbed Jihoon's face, pinching his cheek.

First of all, we is insane, but okay.

Jihoon rolled his eyes, but the flush creeping up his face betrayed him. “You cannot do this every time we eat, the joke is dead.”

“Who said I was joking?” Seungcheol raised his brow.

“Do not-” you closed your menu having decided on your meal. “-start this here, Seungcheol. People are trying to eat.” You were getting the Very Berry French Toast.

“Yeah me too-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jihoon cut off the large man. “Can I please! Just enjoy brunch in peace?”

Seungcheol looked around, once again pretending to think about his answer.

“Maybe… if you give me a kiss.” Seungcheol looked at him smug.

You had no clue how Jihoon did it. Seungcheol was a Leo man. A LEO MAN. But then again, you probably entertained Seungcheol's antics the most.

Jihoon pretended to die, slumping over in his seat and making a cartoonish ‘bleh’ sound. He stayed like that for an entire ten seconds before sitting back up, scowling at Seungcheol, and quickly pecking his lips. Seungcheol hummed triumphantly, fully aware that that was the most he was gonna get in a public setting.

You see, Jihoon would've never done even that if anybody else was sitting across from them. PDA was not his thing at all. But for whatever reason, he could not care less in your presence.

You watched as Jihoon fixed his Jacket after it had fallen from his shoulders due to his award winning death scene. You were actually pretty sure it was Seungcheol’s, a new one of his too. Jihoon sure worked fast.

Soon your waitress arrived to take your orders, quickly jotting down the three meals before scurrying off. As you all waited, you continued with your mindless chatter. Jihoon and Seungcheol held hands over the table and you were very unsurprised when Jihoon eventually reached across to grab your hand as well. You happily took it, you'd have to be insane to turn down Lee Jihoon's open and willing affections, regardless of how peculiar it was. You watched as his eyes lit up just a little bit brighter as he continued to yap about the anime the two of you had finished the night prior.

When the food arrived, they shared with each other, as couples liked to do, and then they shared with you, as they liked to do. You also shared your treasured Very Berry in return. You honestly liked this arrangement, it meant that you could have different meals and still order your tooth rotting breakfast food. A bit of Seungcheol's Hearty beef sandwich, some of Jihoon's healthy chicken salad, all together it balanced out your meal perfectly.

_

“Maybe you're their third person?”

“Their what?”

You sat on your couch with Vernon as the two of you talked about your mornings, a movie playing on the TV that you've only half paid attention to. Vernon is the only person you've told about your relationship with the couple. He's rational and can keep a secret, making him the best person to vent to when you first thought you were losing your mind. You never point out their behavior anymore, incredibly desensitized to it all, but upon hearing that you had brunch with them, the Aquarius man thought of a new theory.

“Third person,” Vernon said simply.

You blinked at him.

“Please elaborate.”

“Well…” he swayed side to side in thought. “Some couples just have a person they're really attached to, and like to do everything with. Kind of like a pet.”

“A pet?” You squinted. “That's super comforting, thanks, Non.” You muttered sarcastically.

“No problem.”

You never knew if he genuinely didn't understand your sarcasm or if he just didn't care. Either way, it pisses you off.

Obviously, the next logical step was to launch a couch pillow at him. He yelped upon impact and immediately did the same to you.

And so it begins.

Your living room was a wreck by the time you were done assaulting each other with pillows. You knocked over a ton of trinkets, busted one of the pillows, and possibly broke something- something fell off of a shelf with a ‘crack’ but you paid it no mind. You had collapsed on the couch while Vernon found refuge on the floor. You both laughed as you shot stupid insults at each other.

At some point you heard your phone ring, you promptly ignored it after realizing that you had left it on the kitchen counter, and were unwilling to get it. But then it rang again, and then you got a few text notifications. So you begrudgingly got up from the soft cushions of your sofa, and trudged to the kitchen.

Missed call from Leo Man 🤨

Missed call from Baby Boy 🫧

Text from Leo Man 🤨

Hey, cupcake!

Baby and I were going to the mall and you said something earlier about needing new shoes so we thought to invite you! 😍

Lmk wassup!

Text from Baby Boy 🫧

Mall

We'll be outside in 10mins

You sighed. Oh your sweet boys.

You did need new shoes, so you decided to take them up on the offer, though Jihoon didn't seem to be giving you a choice. You let Vernon know what was going on and when you left he showed no signs of actually leaving himself. Strange man.

Just as Jihoon said, the couple was outside in ten minutes. You opened the door and slid into the backseat of Seungcheol's bright red truck.

“You miss us?” Seungcheol mused as he put the car in drive.

“It's been five hours, Cheol.” You deadpanned, strapping your seatbelt.

“So?” The man glanced at you, offended, through the rearview mirror. “We missed you!”

“You know, if you keep acting like this you'll scare her off.” Jihoon furrowed his brows.

“What!? No!” Seungcheol sputtered in disbelief. “I don't scare you, right, cupcake?” He glanced at you in the rearview once again, awful concerned about his boyfriend's comment.

Was Choi Seungcheol big and intimidating? Yes. And he could be down right terrifying if you got on his bad side. But to you? Nah. Big softy. A teddy bear even.

You chuckled at his wide eyes. “No, Cheol. You're bout’ as scary as a puppy.”

“Well that's not…” Seungcheol bit his lip in consideration. “I'm intimidating sometimes.”

“You are so picky.” Jihoon laughed at him.

“Okay but you love me!”

“Ehhh.”

Seungcheol scowled. “Well, ____ loves me!”

“You like, strictly complain around her, so think again.” Jihoon muses.

And now Seungcheol was full blown pouting, his plump, rosy lips jutting out in distaste. Very upset that no one loves him. This wasn't true.

He knew this wasn't true. He pouted anyways.

“Jihoon, ease up, I need him to carry my shit.” You repressed your own laughs to maintain the peace.

“I'll gladly carry your things, cupcake.” Seungcheol stated, still frowning. “Jihoon will have to fend for himself.” He'd turn his head if he weren't focused on the road.

“I'm not buying anything???” Jihoon continued his teasing. “Plus, we all know you'd still carry my stuff anyways.”

Sometimes you forgot how much of a fucking brat Jihoon could be around you and Seungcheol. The man was always so cool tempered and quiet around the masses, but when it was just the three of you, he'd leap at the chance to make Seungcheol pout. Sadism.

“I'm not gonna buy you the new Maple Story packs.”

Jihoon gasped and promptly shut the fuck up. Seungcheol smiled in triumph. He's had a lot of victories today. Unbelievable.

You couldn't help but cackle at their bickering. They've only been together for a few months longer than a year, yet they argued like an old married couple. You sighed as the mall finally came into view.

-

“Oh my god, why's he pouting now?” You just came back from the bathroom to find that Seungcheol is, once again, upset about something.

Jihoon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I called him Choi Seungcheol.” he mutters.

You blinked. “Ji… you know better than that.”

“It wasn't even on purpose!”

“Cheol, see? It wasn't on purpose.” You tried to mediate.

“Nah, he said it as revenge for threatening to not buy him new fortnight skins.”

“Why-” No. Nope. It didn't matter. Y'all weren't going anywhere unless this was solved. “Jihoon, kiss him!”

“What, why!?”

“It's the easiest way to make him feel better.”

“You kiss him then!”

You looked at the pale man, appalled. “He's your boyfriend!”

“And? I'm sure he'll be plenty happy if you kissed him.”

“I-” You blinked rapidly at the couple. “-I don't have time for this.”

So you approached Seungcheol, grabbed his face, and planted a big, fat kiss on his cheek. When you pulled away, you saw that your lipstick had smudged, leaving a shotty print of your pursed lips on his cheekbone.

Jihoon leaned over to see, clicking his tongue and muttering a ‘Nice.’

A sheepish smile slowly grew on Seungcheol's face as you let go of him. He held his cheek as he suggested you all grabbed something to eat. Fucking Leo's, man.

As the three of you sat to eat in the food court, Seungcheol still hadn't bothered wiping his face, so you did it for him. He complained as you used a napkin to rub away the lipstick, saying that it was proof that you loved him.

“You don't need proof when I'm sitting right here, dumbass.” You mumbled it mindlessly as you finished with your efforts.

You hadn't noticed that both Jihoon and Seungcheol were staring at you, so when pulled back, your eyes darted between the two, confused.

“What?” You raised a brow at them. “Is there something on my face too?” You joked.

Jihoon blinked at you before locking in on his food. “No, you're good.”

Seungcheol just gave you a giddy ass smile as he went to eat his own food.

Okay then…

-

You dozed off on the car ride home, only hearing the couple's soft murmurs over the even quieter radio every now and then.

“She's asleep.” Jihoon whispered as he watched over your still figure in the backseat.

Seungcheol hummed in response. “I'm not surprised. We dragged her out twice today.” He chuckled.

“Yeah…” Jihoon's gaze lingered a little longer before turning to sit properly. “So nice of her to come out. Even with all your pouting.” Jihoon couldn't help the jab that escaped from him so naturally.

“Even with all your nagging.” Seungcheol fired back.

Their hushed laughs flowed throughout the truck, much too gentle for the vehicle’s garish appearance.

“Ugh, what're we gonna do?” Jihoon sighed, covering his face with his hands. “She was so cute when she kissed you.”

Seungcheol agreed as he resisted the urge to feel his cheek where the phantom kiss lingered. “And what she said in the food court…” He recounted.

“Oh my goooodddddd” Jihoon whisper screamed. “Shut up, I thought I was hearing things.” He scrunched his face.

“No, she said that.” Seungcheol confirmed.

In his peripheral vision, Seungcheol saw his boyfriend's cheeks puff out to hold his breath, most likely trying to keep from screaming. And they called him the dramatic one.

Seungcheol smiled as he reached over to grab his lover's hand. Even if it all really meant nothing, he was just happy that you were around.

You don't need proof when I'm sitting right here.

Yeah, he was gonna hold onto that for the next forever.

When the car pulled up in front of your apartment building, Jihoon once again maneuvered his body to look at you. “Cupid, you're back home.” He spoke a bit louder than he had previously been.

The couple watched you stir at the call of your name, fully sitting up when Jihoon patted your knee.

“Shit…” You mumbled, blinking the sleep from your eyes. You looked out the window to find that you were, in fact, at home. “Okay.” You yawned.

You undid your seatbelt and then attempted to stretch your arms in the cramped space.

The lovers felt like they were watching a cat wakeup. Slow blinks, quiet yawns, big stretches. It made them feel all fuzzy inside.

You grabbed the paper bag with your shoes, as well as a different bag with a top Seungcheol had bought for you as well. You swung open the car door and shuffled outside. You then stepped over to Jihoon's door, peeking through his already open window. Like clockwork, you grabbed his hand, bringing it to your lips as you've done a million times before. Then you quickly reached for Seungcheol's hand, knowing damn well he'd have a fit if you didn't. He wouldn't be concerned at all with how you were kissing on his boyfriend, more concerned about getting his turn. You couldn't fully reach to kiss him, so you gave his hand a good squeeze.

“Goodnight, boys.” You mumble with a tired smile.

“You have work in the morning?” Seungcheol inquired. You hummed. “I'll pick you up, okay?”

“Mmmkay.” You agreed.

“Night, Cupid.” Jihoon mumbled, leaning back in his seat, also clearly tired from the day. His droopy eyes gave you a cuteness aggression fit that took the will of thousands to not act on in that moment.

With a bit of reluctance, Seungcheol let go of your hand, allowing you to wander off and take refuge in your home. He looked at his boyfriend and they shared a knowing look. Really… What were they gonna do?

-

You were back to thinking that maybe you were going insane. You had barged into Jihoon's apartment, ready for another anime binge, and when you entered the living area, you witnessed Jihoon essentially pry Seungcheol off of him upon hearing your footsteps. That was normal. Seungcheol, of course, was never the kind to give in so easily, so he continued to kiss his boyfriend all over his face and neck as he tried to greet you. Also normal. Seungcheol's response to Jihoon's complaints of you standing right there as you waited for them to finish their little show, was to offer you to join. Still normal.

The lustful glances at you? Weak. The way Jihoon basically moans as Seungcheol's lips refuse to leave him? Been there, done that.

So what on god's green earth could've possibly struck you as odd? When Seungcheol grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit between the two of them. So simple compared to literally everything else you just witnessed, but it was the only thing that was out of the ordinary. Seungcheol usually got up and wandered further into the apartment as you flopped on the couch next to Jihoon. If the large man ever did come back, he'd take the seat on the other side of Jihoon. So yeah, it was pretty surprising when you found yourself pressed between the two of them like the cream in an Oreo.

Vernon's old theory about them being swingers came to mind. You'd debunked it saying they would've made a move forever ago. And it was true, swingers weren't exactly known for their patience. So as you looked at the two of them, Jihoon leaning on you as he turned on the TV to play the show, Seungcheol's arm falling behind you on the couch, you accepted that this was now a part of the routine.

Other than that, the night was pretty normal. You found yourself laying across the lovers as the episodes went on. You and Jihoon hummed and gasped at the TV, occasionally pausing to stand up and rant about something stupid a character did. Seungcheol laughed at the two of you, saying that ‘It was just a show,’ and that you both needed to calm down. Two sets of eyes glared at the Leo, immediately Jihoon reminded him of how he acts when his favorite team loses a game.

“That's real.” Seungcheol huffed, crossing his arms.

“It's a game!” You shouted at him in disbelief from where you had stood to announce your irritation. “It's literally grown men kicking a ball around!” You gestured wildly.

“Those grown men are skilled, and deserve a win!” He shot back.

“Obviously not if you're crashing out every other night because they can't get one!”

Jihoon cackled at the two of you, falling back on the couch and kicking his legs in the air. “It's true-” Jihoon wheezes trying to catch his breath. “They never win!” He clutched his stomach.

You stood up straight, basking in your victory. Not today Choi Seungcheol. Seungcheol rolled his eyes and pouted, but he still let you flop your legs over his lap without complaint.

You tried to continue the show, but the three of you kept giggling about whatever you were talking about. And as the hours rolled by, and you all grew more tired, you decided it was time to sleep.

Seungcheol threw you over his shoulder, and hauled you to the bedroom when you attempted to walk home at the unholy hour. You could only sigh as you locked eyes with Jihoon who giggled as he treaded closely behind the two of you.

Seungcheol plopped you on the bed while Jihoon went to grab you some of his clothes to use as pajamas. The apartment once had a guest bedroom, but Jihoon had turned it into his photography studio a few years back, leaving only the one room. You never understood why they made you sleep in the bed with them when the couch was still perfectly fine, but you've learned not to question things.

This is just how things are. This is just how they are. And even in all their behaviors, they've never once made you feel uncomfortable, so what was the point in fighting it? You surely couldn't think of a good reason as you slipped on one of Jihoon's oversized shirts, and tied on a pair of his shorts. You exited the bathroom and flopped on the bed where the couple was already cuddling. You'd think the bed would be too crowded, but for whatever reason, Jihoon owned the biggest mattress on the market. Said something about liking his space. Ironic seeing as he drags you and his boyfriend into bed whenever possible.

Jihoon pulled you into the cuddle sesh with little thought.

“Nooooo, you guys run hot.” You whined as you weakly pushed his arms away.

“Yeah we do.” Seungcheol mused.

Well… he wasn't wrong.

Ultimately, you ended up laying on Jihoon's chest with Seungcheol’s arm thrown over the both of you, you all chattered mindlessly while drifting off.

“All this mattress…” You began. “And you guys insist that we sleep like shivering kittens in need of each other's warmth.” You complained half heartedly.

“Awww.” Jihoon cooed at the mental image, his hand running up and down your back. “Those poor kittens.”

“The kittens aren't real, Ji.” You mumbled.

“They are somewhere.” He whispered.

You heard Seungcheol, who you thought was asleep, chuckle at the two of you. “You're both my kittens.” He asserted in a hushed tone.

You rolled your eyes at how cheesy the man was. You didn't bother commenting, but Jihoon sure did.

“That was so fucking corny, babe.” He scrunched his face.

This only made Seungcheol laugh, his mission to make you cringe a success. “I'm glad you think so, babe.”

“Can you like, not, babe.” You tacked onto the ‘babe’ train happening.

“Mmmm, only if I get a kiss, babe.” You don't think there's been a day since you met Seungcheol, that he hasn't demanded kisses from you, or anyone else in the vicinity. The man was such a thot. But hey, If you could pull the way he could, you'd probably be one too.

“How about you both go to bed…” Jihoon chimed in. “Babe.”

You snorted at the delay. He tried not to give in, but he couldn't help himself.

Seungcheol sat up a bit, leaning on his elbow so that he could kiss you and Jihoon. One on Jihoon's lips, one a bit close to yours as he whispered ‘love you's.’

In that moment, as you all were finally falling asleep, a thought dawned on you. One that, perhaps, should've come to you a year ago. Maybe you weren't just their third person, a fortunate witness to their love for one another. Maybe you were their third person, a receiver of the love and devotion that you thought the two of them only held for each other. Your brows furrowed as you pushed the thought aside. Not now. Go to sleep.

-

The next days were… odd. Even more so than usual. The couple wasn't even doing things out of their ordinary, you were just looking at the things they were doing differently. You really tried to push it away, tell yourself you were crazy, but it was no use. Even the level headed Hansol Vernon Chwe, was of no help to you.

“Why didn't I think of that!” Vernon gasped in realization.

You went to him for rational thought, not one of his convoluted theories. But here you were, head in your hands as he further entertained the idea.

“I guess I assumed that they were only exclusive to each other without considering the possibility that they'd be open to a third partner that third partner specifically being you of course because why else would they act all lovey dovey with you unless they wanted you in the relationship as well it actually makes complete sense but we overlooked it due to our closed minds refusing to see-”

“Vernon, literally if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to rip your tongue out.”

Vernon paused his ramblings, clearing his throat. “All I'm saying, is that I think you clocked it.” he raised his hands in surrender.

You groaned, falling back onto your couch in defeat. “What do I dooooooo?”

“Well… what do you want to do?“ Your friend leaned back into the corner of the couch he always claimed.

What did you want to do? As odd as you felt it all to be in the beginning, you accepted the matter without complaint. And slowly, but surely, the couple had been ingrained into your life, almost like you were a part of the relationship. Always just a boundary or two away from being able to say you were in a throuple. You were perfectly okay with all of it. But you hadn't ever thought about actually being in the relationship. You cared for them both very dearly. Jihoon was your oldest friend, and Seungcheol had thundered his way into your life with a conviction and stubbornness that only he could possess.

Truly, you're grateful to be attached at the hip with them. You always called them ‘your boys,’ because it really felt like they were yours. They were a way around you that they only were with each other, and you took pride in that.

“I mean-” Vernon piped up once again. “-you’re basically dating them already, why not tack on the title and it's added benefits.”

True, true.

In order to fully understand yourself, you thought about your life if you decided to turn them down. A life where they treated you like everybody else. That is if they even still spoke to you. Yeah… no. Not doing that.

Throuple it is.

-

The next time you hung out with the couple, your were practically shaking with nerves. You really had no clue what to say. You considered calling and telling them you were sick, but you realized that they'd probably drop everything to coddle you. Vernon, who never seemed to leave your home, basically wrestled you out the door.

“What if I'm wrong!?” You screeched as he pulled you into the hallway.

“Trust me! You're not!” He huffed as he finally got you close to the elevators. “They want that cookie, ____!” He pushed into the first elevator that opened.

You could only gawk at his words. Foul mouthed boy.

So here you were, in Jihoon's living for what was likely the millionth time, nervously chewing on popcorn while the couple argued about what movie you should all watch. Seungcheol wanted an action movie that you didn't catch the name of, and Jihoon wanted to watch an animated movie that was likely going to make you cry.

Jihoon turned to you with a fire in his eyes. “We won't watch either then! Cupid, you pick!”

Your eyes widened at being addressed so suddenly. You looked between the two of them with furrowed brows.

You picked Howl’s Moving Castle. Seemed like a good in between. Speaking of in between, guess where you were. Sandwiched between the beefy men once again. No surprise there. You watched diligently as Howl whisked Sophie away from the predatory soldiers. The lovers seemed much less invested in the movie they've seen a hundred times, chattering with one another quite literally behind your back. You didn't mind of course, the film was pretty much tattooed on your brain as well, so every now and then you'd hone in on their conversation before going back to focusing on the TV.

You were also plotting. Well… attempting to plot. You still had no clue on how to go about letting them know that you're privy to their own schemes. Do you just say it? Like ‘hey, I know you guys want me, let's do this shit.’ That seemed… not ideal. What if-

Your thoughts were cut off by a small gasp followed by Jihoon's voice. “Seungcheol!”

“Don't Seungcheol me!” The elder's hand flew over his chest, as if wounded.

“Stop being a freak while Howl’s Moving Castle plays!” Jihoon fires back.

The two of them got louder. You only leaned back, trying to decipher exactly what just happened.

“I was just saying!” Seungcheol defended.

“____ is literally sitting between us! Have some decorum!”

“Ain't nothing she ain't heard before!”

Ah okay. Seungcheol was being freaky again. Checks out.

Normally, you'd just kick back and laugh as they went on and on. But today, you were arguing with your own demons, really taking in what was being said in reference to you. Seungcheol was always a flirt, minding at all if you were there to witness sexual way he spoke to his boyfriend, and he always “joked” about including you in their… activities. But Jihoon was keen on not scaring you away with Seungcheol's raunchy behavior. It was one of the things that had confused you a lot in the beginning. Seungcheol's behavior was far from appropriate, but Jihoon was less worried about his man saying sexual things to you, and more worried about you not wanting to be around them anymore. You shrugged it off as a joke seeing as Seungcheol had always been kind of a hoe.

“Oh look what you did, the poor girl is frozen.” Jihoon took in you stiff appearance, convinced that they'd really fucked up this time. “You've actually scared her this time around.” His voice actively became more gentle, in fear of you running off.

Seungcheol's face visibly softened. “Shit. I'm sorry, ____, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” He slowly made some space between the two of you, Jihoon followed suit.

You blinked trying to collect your thoughts. “That's not-” You looked at him, taking in how sincere he was being. “I'm not… I was just-” Damn, if only you could form a fucking sentence right now.

The concern on Seungcheol's face only worsened with every second that passed. Jihoon ever so gently places a hand on your shoulder. You turned to face him.

“Hey, it's okay. We know we're a lot. Just… you can tell us if it's too much.”

“No! That's not it!” You shot up from your seat, spilling the popcorn in your lap. You'll clean that up later. “I'm not uncomfortable!” You asserted.

The lovers looked at you, surprised by your outburst.

“I just- fuck, how do I say this?” You scratched at your head hoping to form a tangible thought. “You guys… have always been this way with me. And I've always kinda wondered why… and I think that I've finally put two and two together.”

You glanced at them to try and gauge their reactions, but other than furrowed brows, their expressions gave away nothing. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you continued.

“Call me crazy if I'm wrong.” You chuckled nervously. “But is there a chance… that maybe you both-” Your heart was beating out of your chest. This was it, now or never. “-have feelings for me?”

You flinched at your own words, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn't bear to look at them. What you just said was insane, it was even more so to say to their faces. You readied yourself to be called an idiot and laughed at, or worse, they just look at you awkwardly and ask you to leave. Oh just the thought made it hard to breathe.

“____.” A gentle voice called your name. You finally opened your eyes to find Jihoon standing in front of you with Seungcheol right beside him. “Hey, you're not crazy.” He shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“We're literally insane about you.” Seungcheol added.

Jihoon shoved the taller man in his side, his eye twitching. “Tone it down!” He said through gritted teeth.

You chuckled at the antics, even in your state of semi panic. You adored these fools. The lovers smiled as your laugh reached their ears.

“It's okay if you don't feel the same, we-”

“Are you kidding!?” You cut off Seungcheol. “As integrated as I've been in this relationship, I'd literally cry like it was a real breakup if it ended here.” You ran your hands down your face, exasperated. All that anxiety for nothing.

Seungcheol could no longer help himself. He launched at you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. You'd hug him back if you could move your arms. He quickly pulled Jihoon into the hug as well, making sure you were all pressed together like pancakes.

“This is great, Cheol.” You coughed out. “But my lungs are collapsing.”

When Seungcheol showed no signs of moving, Jihoon pinched his side, causing him to yelp.

“What the hell, baby!?” Seungcheol cried out.

“You're gonna kill her before we can even make her our girlfriend!” The pale man scowled.

Seungcheol messaged his side. “Yeah… that would be bad, wouldn't it…” He muttered mindlessly.

You found yourself laughing again. Jihoon pinched the bridge of his nose as Seungcheol collected himself.

“Can we do this?” Jihoon pleaded.

“Yeah okay!” Seuncheol started, determined. “How?”

Jihoon's eyes went wide. “Like we practiced, Cheolie!?”

Practiced? All this effort to ask you out? You were extremely flattered. Truthfully, you would've been satisfied with a ‘be our girlfriend.’

“I know, but I can't remember what I'm supposed to say, baby. I'm sorry.” Seungcheol scratched his arm.

Jihoon blinked a few times. “Okay… that's fine.” Jihoon comforted, placing a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Just ask her.”

“Me? Are you sure you don't want to?”

“I'm going to punch you in your beautiful face.”

“Okay! Okay! Understood!”

“Hey, guys?” You spoke up, doing your best not to fall out from how cute they were being. Just the sweetest guys. They looked at you with big, hopeful eyes. “I was wondering if the two of you wanted to be my boyfriends?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely!”

Both voices hit you at once. You could only beam at two men standing in front of you. “Well that was easy.” You giggled.

“Yeah, and it only took you a year.” Jihoon scrunched his face at you and crossed his arms.

“Hey!” You pointed at him. “Don't give me that! I was being decent!”

“Cupcake.” Seungcheol chimed in, leaning on Jihoon's shoulder. “There was nothing decent about any of this.” He raised a brow at you.

You thought back to all of what was essentially soft core porn you witnessed, and could only nod in agreement. None of this was decent.

“Just because you two are whores, doesn't mean I had to be one.” You raised your brow in judgement.

“If you stuck around to watch, I think that makes you just as much of a whore as we are.” Jihoon narrowed his eyes at you, his lips quirked into a smirk.

Well then…

You looked down at your feet, taking note of the popcorn that still needs to be cleaned up.

“I should clean that up.” You mumbled.

Seungcheol wheezed at the topic change as he moved to do it for you. “I got it, my love.”

Oh. My love. You could get used to that.

Jihoon flopped onto the couch, ensuring to pull you down with him. He basically wrapped around you like a Koala. You reciprocated, tangling your limbs with his and giggling as you watched your boyfriend clean.

Ooh that had a nice ring to it. Your boyfriend. Your's and Jihoon's boyfriend. You and your boyfriend's boyfriend. Yeah that's good stuff.

Seungcheol soon joined the two of you, enveloping you both in his large arms with ease. It helped that you and Jihoon had essentially merged into one person while he was cleaning. Howl's Moving Castle was about half of the way through, and the three of you let it play just to talk over it some more.

“Did you really do that?” Jihoon's eyes widened in horror as you told him about how they had Vernon to thank for being in your presence tonight. “You're neighbors probably heard.” He held his hand over his mouth, immensely worried about the social implications.

“And it only got worse when he screamed ‘they want that cookie.’” You looked off into the distance with a thousand yard stare as you thought about your poor nextdoor neighbors, Mrs Song and her husband. Awful, just awful.

Jihoon choked on air, coughing into his hands. “What!?”

“Well he wasn't wrong.” Seungcheol commented.

“Cheol!” Jihoon slapped his arm.

“Oh my god, she's our girlfriend. What more could you want?” Seungcheol groaned.

“I don't know, maybe buy her dinner first, you freak!” Jihoon scolded.

“We buy her dinner! Often!”

“A proper date! We have to take her on a proper date! Then we can talk about whatever…” Jihoon gestures vaguely at Seungcheol. “This is!”

“What does that even- you know what, never mind.” Seungcheol waved him off. “You weren't even this by the book when we started dating. If I remember correctly, you basically begged me to-”

“Genuine question.”Jihoon cut him off. “Do you ever shut the fuck up? Just genuinely.”

You could not breathe. That's how hard you were laughing. Tears pricked at your eyes as you gripped Seungcheol's arm to find some sort of stability. You hadn't noticed the conversation came to a halt until you managed to catch your breath. You blinked away the tears in your eyes and noticed Seungcheol and Jihoon looking at you. Their eyes were all sparkly and wide, and they had soft smiles on their faces.

“What?” You breathe out.

“Nothing.” Seungcheol spoke up. “We're just… so happy that you're here.” Jihoon hummed in agreement.

You felt your heartbeat quicken. You looked at two lovers, your two lovers, with a full heart. And you were damn happy to be there.

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A/N I really just wanted some CheolHoon in my life. I'm pretty vague about describing people's reactions so I'm trying to get better at that, but I hope I do a well enough job for now. Don't even talk to me about describing surroundings. Plans to expand upon this lil au. Moments with Seungcheol, Moments with Jihoon, make out sesh, bc they don't actually kiss in this, and that's kinda criminal.

But anyways, Thank you for reading! If you liked it, tell me in reblogs or comments! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[burningember0802]

Three's Company Ch. 4

Pairing: Robby x Abbot x Reader

Warnings: sexual content in some chapters, cursing, medical inaccuracies, suicidal tendencies, mention of death, PTSD, yelling, heavy angst (let me know if I'm missing anything!)

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Hopefully this is good, I've been working on it for a little bit. My breakup kind of fucked up my writing flow so it's been a little bit of a struggle but I seem to be getting back into things slowly. Anyway! Enjoy our two favorite attendings fucking up with reader!

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In the following weeks the relationship between the three of you seemed easier, lighter. You felt like you didn’t have to guard yourself so much to keep professionalism at work, allowing yourself to make playful, friendly comments with them, talk to them more when you’re given a second to breathe in the midst of the chaos, just overall less wary of being near them. This was greatly appreciated by the two attendings as they were enjoying the ease between all of you now. They enjoyed the little things, the way you would wordlessly slide Jack a cup of coffee mid shift when he was running on fumes or roll your eyes at Robby as you guys bickered over patient care. 

Things seemed to be going smoothly in the ER between the three of you until they weren’t. It was a day both men were on edge, both dealing with sensitive cases during their shift. It also happened to be a day you were working a double, the night shift and the following day shift. This led to them snapping at you in a way that made it feel like your relationship with them had taken one step forward to take three steps back. 

During the night shift Jack dealt with two different vets, one of them not making it in the end. He had been coding him for over an hour, you and the other nurses helping as he barked out orders. You weren’t used to him acting like this. Sure you had seen him get stressed in the ER and be a little shorter than normal, not like this though. His movements were stiff, robotic even, his eyes glazed over slightly as he barked orders at all of you. After an hour of coding the veteran you knew there was no way you were getting him back. You tried to get Jack to let go, to understand that there was nothing we could do but all this led to was Jack crashing and yelling at you, loud and stern enough that there was no doubt the entire ER could hear it. You had touched his arm slightly to try and get him to stop and this sent him over the edge. He ripped his arm away from you like your touch burned him, a scowl on his face, the motion leaving you stunned and silent. “Don’t fucking touch me! What don’t you get?! God you have no respect for your superiors, I am your attending and you are the resident. You do as I say!” He yelled at you, anger on his face. This all left you standing there in shock, hands slightly shaking before your own trauma response took over and shut down, your own method of protecting yourself kicking in. “Okay. Understood, Dr. Abbot.” You said softly, your voice calm and steady as you took a step back, gaze still on him before walking away, leaving Jack standing there silently, a small scowl still on his face. 

Jack couldn’t help the way his heart ached at the way you called him Dr. Abbot, a name you very rarely called him. It was usually Abbot or Jack or when you were especially in a good mood or teasing him, Abby. But never Dr. Abbot, your voice was stiff and monotone as you said it. Jack was too caught up in his own head to do anything about it at that moment, to care as much as he should, his PTSD-ridden mind still stuck on the veteran in front of him, on how he needed to save him because he couldn’t save all the people he served with. You spent the remainder of the night shift avoiding him as much as you could, and when you did have to speak with him you were tight and monotone. You only called him Dr. Abbot the rest of the shift, your own mind shifting into robotic motions in an attempt to protect yourself. 

When Robby got to work he found Jack on the roof, on the other side of the railing, like he had many times before. Robby talked Jack off the edge with kind words and reassurance that he did everything he could. Once Robby got Jack back onto his side of the railing he just took him into his arms, tight against his broad chest. He had his arms wrapped around Jack’s shoulders gently and his head rested atop Jack’s salt and pepper curls. They stood like that for a while, Jack’s arms around Robby’s waist, tight against his chest, just standing there together in silence, slightly rocking from time to time. There were no words exchanged between them, just a silent understanding of the struggles they both go through and the comfort they seek in one another. Jack held onto Robby like he was the only thing keeping him grounded, holding him back from jumping off the hospital roof and hoping he didn’t wake up when he hit the ground, silent tears falling down Jack’s face. Finally when Jack had calmed down enough in Robby’s embrace he pulled away slightly, Robby running a soft hand through Jack’s hair and wiping the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs. He told Jack to go home to his apartment, not Jack’s own, and to get some rest, telling him there was dinner saved for him in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer. All Jack could do was nod silently, an unspoken thank you on his lips. Robby pressed a soft kiss to Jack’s lips before they bid their farewells and sent Jack home to Robby’s apartment. 

You thought your shift with Robby would go better, or more prayed it would. You were unfortunately wrong. The shift was going fine as normal until Robby had to decide to pull the plug on an elderly man who came in with no emergency contacts. Since that moment he was on edge and snapping at people left and right. You unfortunately ended up getting the brunt of it just because you were working alongside him most of the day. Even the other staff noticed it, giving you apologetic looks as you walked by them after he would snap at you. He kept yelling at you for taking too long to get a tool, not moving quick enough, getting in his way accidentally, etc. It really came to a head when you had made a medical treatment decision that he didn’t agree with, even though it was right. When he found out about it you were standing at the nurses station working at the computer and he quickly came up to you, grabbing your arm firmly but not enough to hurt and pulling you away from the computer, a harsh look on his face. He ran his hand over his face and started getting onto you about making decisions without running it by him first, even though you had done it a million times before. The words that really stung were when he yelled at you, once again in the middle of the ER, “God, do you never think?” Those words really set in the way you were already shutting down. You had been slowly shutting down more and more throughout the shift as he snapped at you more and more. At this point you were just standing there and taking his words that hit like knives in the gut, a glazed look on your face as you instinctively dissociated out of the situation. 

When Robby finally took a deep breath and ran his hand over his face once again before asking you if you understood, all he got out of you was a monotone “Understood Dr. Robinavitch.” The way you looked at him like you were looking through him rather than at him. You walked away before he could say anything else to you, a tension in your shoulders that didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else. They all saw and heard what happened, giving you apologetic looks to you as you walked by but not daring to say anything to either of you, scared it would make one of you snap again. 

Without Robby’s knowledge Dana had texted Jack that day towards the end of the shift to let him know that Robby was on edge and had yelled at you in the middle of the ER to just give him a heads up. By the time Jack had gotten that text he had gotten some sleep and eaten some food and was much more calm compared to last night. Seeing the text from Dana made him let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. He had already been replaying the events of the day and regretting the way he had spoken to you earlier and the way you shut down at it but hearing that Robby had also done that to you too made him feel awful, the guilt and shame rooting itself deep in his stomach.

 When Robby finally got home, shutting the door with a sigh, Jack was already sitting on the couch with a beer sitting on the coffee table for both of them. Robby said a short hello to Jack before heading to his room to change before coming back to the living room again, flopping onto the couch with a sigh. “Heard you had a shit day too.” Jack said softly, his thumbs tracing mindless patterns on Robby’s shins, which he had flung into Jack’s lap when he sat down, his long figure stretched across the couch. Robby let out another exhausted sigh. “Yeah…had to pull the plug on an elderly man who didn’t have any emergency contacts or family and came in under respiratory stress.” He said, exhaustion evident in his voice. “Dana tell you?” He asked Jack, glancing at him. “Yeah, she said you had a rough case and was snapping at everyone in the ER, especially Y/N” Jack said, his voice steady as he looked at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. Robby just let out a groan. “Yeah…I’ll have to apologize to her…a lot…” He said quietly, the realization of how he treated you today setting in. “Well looks like we both have a lot of apologizing to do to her…because I also snapped at her in front of the entire ER.” Jack said, guilt riddling his voice. “God we really fucked up didn’t we? We just got her to open up and be somewhat friends with us at work…” Robby groaned, putting his arm over his face. Jack leaned his head back against the couch. “Yeah…we fucked up pretty bad.” He groans back.

[bewitched-hours]

Fantasy!Forsaken | Pirates!Noli7n7 x Siren!Reader (+ C00lkidd, Bluudud & Pr3typriincess)

When two pirates set out to find their kids, the last thing they expect is for a creature of distant tales to have grown protective of them.

Reader's getting She/Her~

You were a dangerous creature to behold.

Though you looked normal at first glance, most are smart enough to cover their ears when they notice your scales. That is, if they manage to before you spot them.

They say the voice of a siren is powerful but even more powerful was your wrath.

A simple scream can be enough to call forth the wrath of all the animals in your area and beyond.

To mess with you is to mess with the force of the ocean. A sin so great no sane person would dare to call upon it.

You always thought robloxians were ridden with greed and lust. Disgusting, vile creatures that will do anything for their own gain.

Even if the cost is that of innocence or whatever you used to believe in.

Back when you were still a guppy.

But you learned fast through your years.

They would do anything to get their sinful hands on your scales... And you didn't dare to wonder why.

Yet, you knew their young were as innocent as you used to be.

You couldn't fault them for the sins of their peers. Nor for the sins they had yet to commit.

What you didn't expect was to get into direct contact with such innocence.

You were stuck in a fishing net on a beach.

Although you were hidden between some boulders, it was getting harder to stay conscious with the lack of water and it caused you to have less and less strength to try and get yourself out of your restraints.

You were sure this would be the end. You just knew this would be the reason any Sirens outside of the deepest depths would be forced to lose to robloxians...

... Until you were suddenly splashed with water.

Taking a sharp and deep gasp, you sat up to notice your restraints had been cut open and you were glistening again.

And then you noticed three little shadows to your right.

Looking up at them, you noticed they were just kids. Innocent younglings who saved you from certain death with who you presume to be the eldest holding a pocket knife.

"Are you alright?!" The pink one spoke with concern and you couldn't do anything but nod with surprise.

Looking around, they seemed to be alone.

"Where are your parents, little ones?" You asked softly, glancing at each of them to note their unusual looks. Though you liked it, you had a bad feeling for the answer you might ge-

"They're still nearby! They're apparently looking for treasure!" The red child spoke with excitement and although you were glad your fears were for nothing, you knew from the way he spoke about it that you were dealing with the children of pirates...

Just your luck...

The blue one, who had cut you free, seemed a little confused. "Are you a mermaid or a Siren?" He asked bluntly, his straightforward question causing a chuckle to escape your lips.

"I'm a siren, my darlings. But I prefer to eat bigger meals than innocent children." You smiled, noticing that they seemed to have taken a liking to you. Only natural, given their instinctive curiosity and naivety.

They took turns keeping you from drying up as they asked you all sorts of questions and lifted you onto one of the boulders together to make it feel more like a game.

You couldn't remember ever having this much fun in a conversation but their honesty and innocence sparked an odd sense of warmth in you. They had to be protected.

For weeks you'd come back to the same spot and for weeks they'd find you to talk about anything and everything.

Sometimes you'd answer questions about the sea, sometimes they'd answer questions about the surface.

But unfortunately they would also talk about their parents which taught you some stuff you didn't bother thinking about but you remembered it regardless.

However, it might've been a mistake informing them where you've made yourself a home in an underwater cave...

You awoke in the gentle glow of the moon, smelling blood in your waters.

It wasn't just any blood, but robloxian blood...

That's when you perked up. What was a robloxian doing on the surface of your waters this late at night??

It sure as hell wasn't a pirate ship or you would've felt the water vibrate.

You groggily made your way towards the source only to break the surface and-

"Hi again!" C00lkidd's voice rang out gleefully.

... It was the kids...

... OH SHIT IT'S THE CHILDREN-

You panicked as the realization settled in and you quickly grabbed C00lkidd's hand, noticing the pocket knife in his other.

"Told you this was stupid..." Bluudud commented as you quickly drove back down and came back up within seconds to wrap the bleeding wound in some seagrass.

It wasn't much but it at least stopped the bleeding and could aid in the healing process. You just sighed in relief when he thanked you.

"We're sorry for the disturbance but we just really wanted to see you!" Pr3typriincess spoke with concern, likely not wanting to be scolded.

"Don't worry, I'm just happy to see you but please don't ever harm yourselves like that again or you might attract sharks." You lied, seeing as you knew sharks usually disliked robloxian blood but it was easier than to admit you might get hungry.

You didn't want them to fear you after all...

"I'm just surprised your parents would allow you out of the house this late..." You muttered, holding onto the edge of their little boat just in case.

"Oh, they didn't..." Bluudud answered, causing a small "Eh-?" To erupt from your throat.

C00lkidd kinda chuckled. "Yeah, we snuck out! We know when to go back though so they won't notice a thing!" Which brought a slightly louder "Eh-??" From your mouth.

"That's unless they wake up for a glass of water or something because I may have forgotten to close the day on the way out..." Pr3typriincess added, your "EH-???" Sounding more and more worried than before as you realized you probably had pirates to deal with now...

How many would there be?? Six- maybe eight??? Could you even handle that many without using your voice to lure them to their deaths???? You didn't want to cause your favourite children such trauma, for crying out loud!

But by the time you could finish that thought...

"Kids!" A voice rang out behind you and you instinctively turned around to prepare to protect them.

Surprisingly, it was a small boat with only two pirates that approached. They were equally as shocked to see you as you were to see them, though C00lkidd's voice brought you all back to reality.

"Hi dad! This is the friend we've been talking about!" You looked back in surprise. They've been telling these guys about you and they weren't immediately drawn to the hunt??? Surely they-

"Uh- yeah! That sure is a Siren..." One of them said and suddenly it made more sense.

They probably hadn't believed their own kids while talking about you. I mean, who would?

Still, you were hesitant to swim aside. "Alright, how about we all just relax. We came alone, so let us get our children back." The man in the back spoke up, his appearance not one you'd expect from a pirate but rather a jester but oh well...

"... You're lucky I'm a Siren with morals. For I refuse to destroy the innocence of a child." You spoke hesitantly, swimming to the other side of the boat and carefully pushing it towards them.

It wasn't a threat or a warning, it was a simple fact. And they could tell you cared as C00lkidd rambled on about you warning them of the sharks and helping with his cut.

But remembering the blood was making you hungry now... And that made you guilty...

You didn't want to be hungry... Not after the blood of a child was spilled...

"Uhm... How about we eat something? I happen to have brought some tuna with me." The gentler one spoke, seeming to notice your hunger first.

It was embarrassing but... You accepted.

That night was mostly spent talking about what you and the kids would often do while you secretly admired the way robloxians prepare tuna for consumption...

But ever since, you've decided to visit a cousin in the depths inbetween your visits to see the children and those... Pirates. You cousin was a sea witch who offered you a once in a lifetime deal for a favor. And you accepted.

Though you've waited to get close to your oddly charming robloxians, you eventually fulfilled your end of the deal by overthrowing a bigger pirate ship that had been heading past your territory and threatening the lives of those you actually cared about for once.

It was easy as can be, delivering the bodies to your cousin and receiving a necklace in return.

The necklace gave you the ability to turn into a robloxian when you dried up, allowing you to continue living but not being able to use the abilities of your voice in that form.

Really, it wasn't a complicated deal. And you'd be able to switch at will.

So it was obviously a shock to see you with legs for the first time, asking your pirate boys- Noli and 007n7- for help finding balance and learning to walk. It was like watching a baby deer wobble around. They found it adorable even when you'd scoff at them and tell them off for laughing at you, claiming they were cruel which was still a thousand times better than what you'd call regular robloxians.

But they weren't just regular robloxians to you...

They were your dumb but cute pirates with simply adorable children who gradually took to calling you their mother, making you emotional each time they first said it because the warmth and joy felt overwhelming.

"The change feels so weird every time..." You groaned, holding onto 007. You didn't have to re-learn walking necessarily but the first bit of path back to their home would always be spent with you getting used to the lack of buoyancy and needing to get used to moving your legs again instead of a singular tail.

But while Noli was making lighthearted jokes over it, 7n7 did his best to keep you upright while you slightly leaned against him to avoid falling. "Take it easy, love. You're being impatient." He spoke calmly, holding you gently against his body as you looked down at your legs to make sure you're moving them correctly. In sync with his.

Your voice was even a little off in this form but that was because the necklace covered your usually hypnotizing echo. "I swear I could kill Noli..." You muttered to your robloxian walking cane. "But you won't." He simply answered with a kiss to your cheek as a soft pink spread across your cheeks.

"Yeah, I won't..." You admitted as your tone softened, sighing. "You're both too cute to be harmed..." You decided to let out, watching 7n7 blush himself while the kids were waiting ahead.

In a way, this life was nice. You didn't have to give up the sea for love, you didn't have to give into the demands of some annoying pirate captain and you even became somewhat of a secret protector for this new home you've gained.

And news spread quickly. News how much safer the lands were that you lived in because any pirates looking to invade were mysteriously taken care of, how the two pirates in town managed to not only find themselves a wife to add into their relationship but also suddenly had a lot more power with you by their sides...

But you mostly focused on keeping this new life of yours. You were a wife, a mother, a guardian and still a siren. You could do it all and rarely had to crave robloxian meat after discovering that pig meat was actually a good substitute that even satiated you better.

As such, your unofficial(but you can't really make it official because you have nothing to prove you aren't a siren) husbands made sure to keep at least a bag of pig meat around for your visits. Just in case you got a craving.

The gesture surprised you when it first happened and had you getting flustered because of how sweet they were being with it but Noli's jokes obviously ruined the moment...

But you weren't a goody-two-shoes either. As stated earlier, you helped your husbands become more successful and would often join them in their searches for whatever treasure they set their minds too.

You were basically a natural at helping them, considering you could effortlessly delve deep into the waters and weren't afraid to get get your hands dirty or even recruit the help of nearby sealife.

They were both grateful, you knew that. Even if 007 was the only one to say it.

But this was nice... Just a family of your own...

It felt better than you would've thought...

This was actually really fun to write- I may love yanderes but by god do I love powerful women falling for pathetic men too-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[wordssoonforgotten]

I was wondering if you could do a jinx x either piltie reader or a reader that works for silco too where jinx falls HARD for this girl but readers oblivious so jinx has to make it very very obvious just some cutesyness

Jinx x Piltoveran!reader. Hope you like! Honestly one of my favorite things I’ve written so far. No content warnings. 735 words.

Jinx is so over Piltoverans.

In all honestly, she'd been over them since birth. It was simply the Zaunite way; but there was one she simply couldn't manage to hate lithe rest. You were like a guilty pleasure, except there was no guilt concerning how she felt at all. The pleasure you gave her was more rebellious than anything. However, that doesn't mean you didn't get on every single one of her nerves.

Jinx has been sneaking to see you for a year. It started as cat-like curiosity turned infatuation, but now, every time you so much as look at her a certain way, she feels herself teetering closer and closer to the edge; dangerously close to falling in love. It's new, exciting, and gives her that rush she thought was only possible from watching something explode. (It almost makes her wants to jump right off, just to see if you catch her.) Much to her annoyance, she wasn't sure if you felt the same way she did.

She likes to think she's making it stupid obvious; laying it on thick every time she comes to see you. With the way you just laugh at her, or simply don't pick up what she puts down, she's beginning to think she's not so good at all. It's either that, or you're infuriatingly slow for someone so smart.

For the second time this week, Jinx has weaseled her way through your window and made herself comfortable in your silky sheets. The two of you sit closely together on the bed as you recount every event of your day to her. You speak so softly that your voice almost gets lost with the wind. She uses it as an excuse to lean closer. Every few sentences, your eyes drift to your bedroom door, as if you expect someone to knocking it down any moment. Despite how long the two of you have gotten away with your late-night-rendezvous, you still get nervous. She tilts her mischievously. Her fingers crawl up shoulder and stop on your chin, turning your head to face her. You blush; but continue talking like normal.

That was her very last straw. She deserved more than simple a blush.

"Soooo….princess. Still not seeing anyone?" She keeps her voice light. Like she doesn't care about the answer at all. You raise your eyebrow at the seemingly out-of-the-blue question. "Not currently. Why?" Jinx smiles with false nonchalance

"Just kinda seemed like you would be by now."

"…Well I'm not."

"Are you interested in seeing someone?"

You snort and shrug your shoulders hopelessly. "Who would I even see?"

"Me." She answers immediately. Your brain short circuits and you just stare at her. For a second she thinks she's broken you, but then you very hesitantly narrow your eyes. "Are you..serious?" She barely manages to hold back a loud snort, but she nods quickly. "Very serious. Most serious I've ever been, actually." You nod slowly as if you're still processing her words so she continues. "I've been serious for a while now, you've just been too dense to notice." Playful frustration fills her tone as you suddenly become more alert. "A while!? How long is a while!?" She doesn't stop the chortle that erupts from her.

"Months."

"Months?!" You shout before quickly covering your mouth and glancing at the door. Once You're sure no one heard, you turn a fierce glare at her. "Why didn't you say anything?!" Now her brain short circuits. She looks at you in hysterical exasperation, shaking her head so quickly you're scared she'll get dizzy. "I've been very-obviously flirting for—this whole time!" You roll your eyes as your face begins to heat up. "Well you should've been clearer."

"I couldn't have been any clearer without tattooing it on my forehead!" She scoffs. "Typical dense, unaware pilties. Never noticing the extremely obvious truths right in front of their dumb faces—" She's cut off by your lips crashing into hers mid Piltover hating tirade. It doesn't take much for her to lean into it, her hands coming up to grip your hair. After a full minute of all but inhaling each other, she comes up for air. "Guess that means the feelings' mutual, huh?" You huff and give her a cheeky smirk.

"See how I made that obvious?"

She flips you off before pulling you back into another, harder kiss.

"I'll work on it."

[thevoidstaredback]

Part 8

There is exactly one good thing about Gotham City, New Jersey, and that his the sheer amount of miasma in the air. When condensed into a liquid-like form, miasma looks to be glowing green. The LoA called it Lazarus Waters, the Doctors Fenton called it Ectoplasm. No matter it's name, though, it's all the same stuff.

Normally, miasma can't be detected unless someone is specifically trained to detect it. Sometimes, though, the stuff gets so full of emotions and intents that it becomes heavy and pools together.

The League of Assassins are terrifying because they found a pool filled to the brim with so much magical intent that they can bring back their dead soldiers. However, the dead are meant to stay dead, and revival takes a lot of magic, so the miasma takes as it gives. It gives life and it takes souls, leaving only the worst. It's not an unrecoverable process, but it is a very long and tedious one.

The Doctors Fenton are more than terrifying because they found a way to imprint miasma with magic without one being completely absorbed into the other. It's an ugly and awesome amalgamation of magic and science, condensing enough miasma into one place, shocking it full of electricity and magic and intent, and opening a portal into a world not meant to be accessed by anyone or thing. A two-way door where there should have only ever been a wall.

All this is to say that Danny has plenty of experience with the stuff. Miasma is the stuff the the Infinite Realms are made of. It powers Spirits and Ghosts and Neverborns. A high enough concentration, like in Gotham, is like drinking four DynaPeps in one go without dying or other medical issues.

Gotham has so much miasma in it's air and water that Danny is honestly surprised that the G.I.W and their stupid trackers didn't clock the city well before they did Amity Park. He was also sure that him being here was passively cleaning it up, at least enough the the air should no longer have a green tint by the time he's finally allowed to leave.

All in all, keeping himself and Jason both intangible and invisible took almost no energy. Like taking a cup of water from the Pacific Ocean.

"At least they were nice enough to put us in the Penitentiary instead of Intensive Treatment." Jason said.

Danny looked at him even though neither could see each other. "You mean the place where all your Rogues waltz out of weekly?"

Jason huffed lightly. "They aren't my Rogues. They're B's Rogues."

"You wear a bat, though?"

"Same reason my name's Red Hood."

He nodded. "Got it."

"Do you?"

"Unless you wanna talk about it?"

"Not in a million years, weather boy."

Danny smirked and reached up to ruffle his hair. "You're learning, kid!"

"Stop that!" Jason smacked his arm away. "You're annoying."

"I get that a lot," he grinned.

The Penitentiary of Arkham Island was all high ceilings and narrow hallways. The ceilings were at least twenty feet up, painted with peeling white paint and stained with years of water and explosion damage. The walls were all made out of the same glass as their cells, letting them see into the many unlit, unoccupied cells lining the hallway. Every ten or so cells was a cement archway that was only about ten feet tall, the space above it being pure cement that had probably been white, once upon a time, but was now a sickly yellow color. The floor was the same smooth cement as the cells, though it was dark and only slightly warmer to touch than in the cells they'd woken up in. Hanging from each archway was a amber light, the white LEDs in the rest of the hallways had probably burned out a while ago.

"It's disgusting in here," Danny said, "No wonder this place is a damn prison."

Jason didn't say anything for a long moment. "It wasn't built to be a prison."

"Then someone must've changed the floor plan-"

"It was supposed to only house whoever the courts decided were criminally insane. They were supposed to be brought here to get better."

"Secluded from the rest of the world?"

"Yeah."

Danny hummed. "I can see the reasoning, but it obviously didn't work out. When'd this building get added on?"

Jason paused. Then, "Arkham Mansion was build just after The Joker showed his ugly face. When he was first brought in, the GCPD didn't have a place that could hold him, so they thought, 'Why not stick him on an out-of-the-way island. That way, he's only slightly our responsibility?' And then Uncle Harvey became Two-Face and got sent there, too. After that, the GCPD just kept sending criminals here. They never got better."

They let the unsettling quiet of the Penitentiary wash over them for a few minutes. They didn't really have audible footsteps, but Danny could hear Jason's breathing. He let himself breath just to prove that Jason wasn't alone.

Something told him that Jason had personal experience with this place.

Maybe exploring could wait a while. At least until he's alone.

"Do you wanna blow this popsicle stand?" he asked.

Jason scoffed. "And miss out on exploring this shit hole? No thanks."

"Hm. If you're sure."

They kept walking.

Eventually, they made it to the courtyard. The overgrown grass and weeds were all dead, dryer than sand even with the perpetual rainstorm over the island. There wasn't a fence, but the water damaged brick walls on all sides made it hard not to feel claustrophobic.

The back wall had four sliding glass doors spread evenly along it, two windows between each. The Northern and Southern most walls each only had a single double glass door, leading into different hallways than the one they came out of. The last set of double doors was flanked by crumbling planters.

They chose the last door and found themselves in a lobby. The floor was green granite, stained with what's probably blood and several other things. The chandelier had long since crashed to the ground, shattering it's lights and the chairs that had the misfortune of being under it. The doors leading to the rest of the Penitentiary were barely hanging on by a hinge each, and the furniture had been torn apart by the humans and animals that were stuck on the island. The entryway had probably been grand when it'd been first built, but it now left a lot to be desired, even if the ornate oak doors were still fully functional.

"I take it you've never been in the Penitentiary," Danny said.

"No," Jason said. He didn't elaborate. Danny didn't ask.

Outside was just as dreary as the courtyard, if not more so. The air was tinted greener than Gotham Proper and Danny had to fight a physical reaction at the sudden influx of energy he got just by opening the door. He wasn't gonna need a power boost for a long time.

"You good?" Jason asked, "You're vibrating.

Danny nodded. "It's a Ghost thing. I'm surprised you don't feel it."

"Feel what?"

"You seen the green?"

Jason stiffened. "The green?" His voice was quiet, tense.

Danny nodded. "The green in the air." He pointed to the gravel driveway. "That's supposed to be grayscale, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you seen the green tint to it?"

Jason was quiet for a moment. Then, he exhaled heavily. "You can see it, too?"

He blinked. "Yeah..?"

"This is normal?"

"I wouldn't say normal. But for a place like Gotham? Yeah, it's pretty normal."

"Oh, thank god," Jason sighed. Danny could practically hear the weight lifting off his shoulders. "No one else ever said anything about it! I thought- I thought..."

"Thought what?"

"That the Pit..."

"That the Pit was still effecting you?"

"...yeah."

Danny smiled sadly. "Something like the Pit isn't gonna go away. It'll stop effecting you after a while, but it gives and it takes and it leaves only the worst in someone."

"What do you mean?"

"Humanity has grown to think that anger is the worst emotion a person can feel and act on. So, because that belief is such a large part of your learning, the Pit left you with only your anger when it brought you back."

"The Pit Madness." A beat. Two. "I wasn't angry. I mean, I was, in the beginning, but then I was just...sad."

"Grief is what makes you human. Mourning what was taken from you is the beginning of recovery."

Jason hummed. "You seem to know a lot about this."

"A story for another time, man," he said, "Come on, I wanna check out the Medical Facility!"

Part 10

[hikarimiyanaga]

The Surprise

Sequel.

Uh. I forgot to say this was a Normal!AU in which they're all just kpop bands but with F!reader amongst them.

They're all humans.

Rumi and Jinu are just rivals.

And Mira and Zoey are going out.

You were at your house and scrolling through different job offers.

It's been a month since you quit.

When you quit being Huntr/X's assistant, you had enough savings to last you a decade of not working. If you didn't splurge or buy games.

But you did do those two things for like a whole week.

So that decade was halved and now here you are.

You sigh for the fifth time as you consider a manager gig.

"Fuck no. I don't want to see Rumi anymore." You say out loud but you know that it's an impossible thing to do. After all, she was a superstar. One for out of your house and you will somehow hear their newest single or one of their classics.

And it doesn't help that the trio somehow finds a new number everyday to call you.

You look through your house and sigh.

"Time to be productive." You clean your house that day while you wait for more job offers.

-

Rumi looks at everyone around the table and sigh.

"Still won't talk?" Zoey and Mira shake their heads.

"When she hears it's you, me or Mira, she immediately hangs up." Zoey says and Mira nods in agreement.

"Bobby?"

"She blocked me too! I was going to offer her a managerial job too."

"She probably doesn't want to. She probably wants to avoid Rumi as much as possible." Jinu says and Rumi scoffs at him.

"Shut up."

"I was just stating facts. If it was me trying to move on from someone who can't even tell the public that they love me? I would want to avoid them as much as possible." Everyone nods in agreement.

"You're not helping." Jinu holds his hands up.

"Just saying." Zoey gets a bright idea.

"Have YOU tried calling her?" Everyone looks at him.

"Hmm. I should give it a try."

-

You hear your phone ring and pick it up, hoping for another interview or job offer to come through.

"Hi. You've reached Y/N Y/LN. How can I-"

"You sound polite." The voice makes you freeze. It was familiar and not familiar.

"M-may I ask who this might be?" You sit on your couch.

"Jinu. I'm the leader of the Saja boys."

Ah. Rumi's new boyfriend. The one she told that you were just her assistant.

"Ah. Can I help you?" You can hear his chuckle.

"What a sudden change. You must hate me, right?"

"I don't hate you, Mr. Jinu. If this all you called for then-"

"It's not. Make sure to watch the Huntr/x's portion of interview later tonight. You'll find a surprise waiting for you."

"What?"

"I informed you. Oh. And one more thing. I absolutely have no interest in Rumi. She and I are purely work rivals."

"I-" He hangs up and you look at your phone.

"What the fuck?"

-

You were playing games on your console when you look at the clock.

The exact time those late night shows usually start.

"Fuck off. Stop thinking about her. Stop." You say to yourself but groan as you know your curiosity had already won.

"GOD! FUCK YOU, JINU!" You shout to your ceiling and save your game. You browse through the channels then stop as the screen shows Huntr/x appearing and sitting on the couch.

"Welcome back, everyone!" The host greets them warmly and the trio greets everyone.

"So. Your new single has been absolutely fire. Takedown has reached new records this week."

"It has truly been a blessing. Writing Takedown took so much out of us. We spent late nights buried in notebooks, lyrics and with our instruments." Zoey muses.

"I remember you always dragging Y/N to go on late night snack shopping."

"Right! Y/N! Most of your fans have noticed that your lovable assistant has been missing."

"What? The fuck????? ME???????" You question your life.

You????? PEOPLE NOTICE YOU?? HOW???

"Well, yeah. Y/N quit." Rumi says bluntly and everyone, the hose and audience gasp at the information.

"She did? Damn. That woman has always been a force of nature. Back when you guys first started, she always made sure you guys had more than enough screentime. I think if she could, she would the editor like a hawk." Everyone laughs at that, including the trio.

"Y/N has always been protective of us." Zoey says fondly.

"I'm telling you guys, she's really the true delinquent." Everyone chuckles at Mira's joke.

"She quit because of me. I was being insensitive. I was being secretive."

"Secretive? Of what?"

"My relationship with her." Everyone gasps and you freeze at her words. "Y/N and I are girlfriends. I never revealed it to the world because didn't want her to get hurt. For our fans to come after her." Rumi chuckles. "But to my surprise when she was just gone for a week, everyone looked for her." Rumi looks at the camera. "Thank you for caring about the girl that I love." Her words make your heart beat faster.

"So, is this you coming out? Are you saying that-"

"I'm bisexual. All three of us are." Mira and Zoey nod in agreement.

"And another announcement! Me and Mira have been dating for the past couple years!"

"That one was obvious, Zoey!"

"Yeah! Everyone knows!" Zoey shows a surprised at Mira who chuckles.

"Wait. They do?"

"Zoey, #MiraZoey always trend. Baby, you should really look at trend topics more." The endearment makes their fans squeal.

"I hope Y/N is watching this." Rumi looks at the camera then bows slightly. "I'm really sorry for making you wait. For saying you were only my assistant. But you're not. You're my partner in crime. My ride or die. You and your protective nature always shielded me and the girls. I have always loved you for that."

You turn off the TV quickly and you stare at the ceiling.

Why now?

Why do this when you left already?

"We both know why." The voice in your head says and you sob.

Because you were never enough.

Because you were just average.

Huntr/x and Saja Boys are gods. Idols.

What were you compared to them?

You cry to sleep that night.

-

You wake up to a loud knock on your door. You look around and see that it was just 6 am.

"Who the fuck knocks this early?"

"Y/N!" You scramble at the familiar voice. Why is your sister here at your house in the city??

You open the door and see Yuna.

"Finally. Pack your bags."

"What?"

"I'm dragging you back home. Pack for a week."

A/N:

Second part!

Third part is probably the last.

Probably.

Don't quote me.

Thanks for reading!

Donate if you can, because I'm still broke and PH economy is fucking annoying.

Ko-Fi is on my masterlist.

[lmlknn]

I BEG OF YOU ENDO, CHIKA, AND SAKURA WITH A OMEGA THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE AN OMEGA (really big, plus sized, hairy) with smut

An Omega!?

Pairing: Alpha! Yamato Endo, Alpha! Takiishi Chika, Alpha! Haruka Sakura (separated) x Omega!Male! Reader

Advertencia: MDNI, todos los personajes son mayores de edad, obscenidades, malas palabras, sobreestimulación, sexo semipúblico, dacrifilia, degradación, se menciona que el lector tiene características específicas, Dub-con (en la parte de endo), la parte de Takiishi puede sonar un poco tóxica, supongo que eso es todo.

Summary: An omega who in fact does not have any of the typical characteristics of his caste, his dynamics with other characters is somewhat complicated for their friends.

I haven't read the manga, I've only seen the anime so the characters may have (specifically Endo and Chika) behaviors a little OOC, I'm based on what I understood about their personalities in wiki 😭

English is not my first language, excuse any spelling or grammatical errors

Yamato Endo

Endo was used to being humiliated; he did it for Takiishi, for the love he had for him. And then, you appeared.

You were almost the same height as him; if you were doing well, you took out about 5 centimeters more, but you were much more muscular.

He wouldn't say you make him nervous; in fact, Takiishi intimidates him more. But it was strange; your pheromones captivated him, they were not sweet, in fact it was rare that they were, because he could swear that you were an alpha.

With you he felt a little freer; he could talk to you about many things that interested him. You praised him, which was normal in his day to day, but when the compliments came from you, he felt different.

He didn't know at what point his attention stopped belonging to Takiishi and you appeared, stealing ninety percent of the space in his mind. It didn't matter what was going on; one way or another you managed to appear in it.

The way he discovered that you were an omega was not exactly the prettiest. It was not planned, in fact you never intended to tell him the truth, it was not that you wanted to lie to him or anything like that, but you were used to only being able to admire him from afar. Of course, being from Noroshi gave you certain privileges, but you still didn't feel close enough to Endo.

He came to your house by surprise after worrying too much because you hadn't shown up in two days. When he entered your apartment. The first thing he received was the smell of your crazy pheromones.

His heart shrank and he could feel his stomach falling. He was an alpha who didn’t have good control over his alpha; despite being known as a carefree person with a calm nature, when his wolf decided to make an appearance, he could not control him so easily.

When you saw him at the door of your room, you regretted having given him a key to your house. You were in heat; it is public knowledge that omegas suffer when they don’t have a partner with whom to spend this difficult season.

Endo saw you squirm in your bed, totally blushing, with natural lubricant dripping and naked.

He never imagined himself in this position; all the alphas had their respective cycles of heat, but seeing you left him speechless.

A small moan came out of your lips. "Alpha"

And his instincts came to light.

He pounced on you, his lips collided with yours, starting a fiery dance that drove you crazy. One of his hands went to the back of your neck and the other to your waist. Being careful not to place all its weight on you.

It didn't take long for him to start unbuttoning his belt so he could catch your wrists in it. His lips moved to your neck, with the sole intention of leaving marks.

His shirt left his body quickly, as did his pants. All Endo wanted was to fuck you.

He didn't care about the previous preparation, without giving you even a little warning; Endo put his member all the way down. Both let out deep moans. In some miraculous way, Endō had found your prostate in the first lunge. "Ah! There! It's there, alpha!" Your moans were the most beautiful melody Endo's ears had ever heard. So sweet, so perfect.

You both looked like wild animals; the bed grinded, the headboard hit the wall hard, your teeth left a mark on Endo's shoulder while he hid his face in the hollow of your neck.

His lips were right in your ear and with each growl they made, an electric current ran down your spine.

It didn't take long for you to reach your climax; Endo did it wonderfully. Your back arched, sweat ran through their bodies, the clash of skins created an exciting sound, added with their moans and grunts.

You felt that you were in a fantasy, product of the pain caused by being jealous alone. Endo attracted you, too much, but you knew he liked Takiishi. You didn't have a chance and you weren't willing to risk yourself and make a fool of yourself.

"Please, don't make this a dream." You whispered as the fluids flowed down your abdomen.

"Oh, love. This is far from being a dream.” Endo's provocative tone turned you on even more. His cock rammed you again; this was undoubtedly the best heat you had ever gone through.

Letting yourself be carried away by pleasure and your instincts, you let yourself be enveloped by what seemed to be an illusion, a delicious illusion.

Of course, what was the surprise you took the next morning when you had Yamato Endo himself wrapped in your arms with bite marks and scratches.

"My God..." The shock was too much, and your poor tired and stunned mind could only make you let go of those words.

Chika Takiishi

It was weird; you awakened emotions inside Takiishi that he had never felt before. For him, there were only two types of people: those who stand in his way and need to be eliminated and the people who will give him the things he wants.

But you... you were something he couldn't decipher, you were different in the whole extent of the word. When Endo brought you, he couldn't help but feel confused.

You were an alpha, that was clear to him just by smelling your pheromones, but even so he couldn't help but wonder, why were you so big? You easily took it twenty centimeters tall; with your figure you could easily hide it, you had muscles big enough to drown someone there.

If it wasn't so strong, Chika could swear that if you set your mind to it, you could bend it like a simple toothpick in half.

"He is (M/n), is very good at fighting." Endo took him out of his thoughts; he directed his cold orbs to the black-haired man.

Takiishi never thought he would get so close to you; it was a great surprise to discover that, in fact, you were an omega.

Of course it was strange for him that you disappeared for a week every two months, but he assumed that you had your own problems. He decided not to investigate further; the last thing he wanted was for someone to discover the affection he had begun to hold for you.

But your pheromones were strong, not the typical sweet smell that the other omegas had. Honestly, the news had surprised him, although he didn't complain; that you were an omega fit him like a ring on his finger, means that he could woo you without obstacles in between.

When he left Furin, he was a little surprised that you were in Noroshi (even when he couldn't help but feel a weight in his chest at the mere thought that you had decided to stay with Umemiya).

His approach happened suddenly, it doesn't have a beginning and won't have an end; your mentality and Takiishi's were similar, enough to attract the temperamental alpha even more.

And now, he had you in his bed, just as he wanted you.

Despite your large size, something Takiishi loved was the good flexibility you had; he could put you in all the positions he wanted. He could bend you and mistreat you, and you never complained.

He loved to bite your thighs, which were the softest thing in the universe, also penetrate you without rest, until you fainted, until he had stolen your last breath, until you had no more semen to take out, until your pretty little eyes had no more tears to shed, until your walls remembered every millimeter of his cock, until the footprint of his hands was marked in violet tones by the force with which he grabs you. He wants your whole body to scream that you are of his property, the smell of your mixed pheromones is not enough, nor the mark that unites you; he wants more, much more.

Your cock was in his fist, pumping again and again rudely; tears rolled down your blushing cheeks, it was an ethereal sight, small gasps escaped from your swollen and reddish lips.

"What would others think if they saw you like this? So submissive, my precious omega." Takiishi's eyes shone with adoration, like this, how could you didn’t feel on heaven?

"Looking like this, what would the rest of the idiots who idolize you think, seeing you bent so easily, begging to be touched?" The way he degraded you was addictive, it was a vicious circle that no one was willing to break.

His touch left your skin burning; you didn't know how many orgasms you had, but Takiishi had shown no signs of stopping soon. Your legs began to tremble; Takiishi's sadistic smile did not calm you down at all.

"Do you want me inside?" He loved to mock, to see your face distorted by pleasure, to give you so much that you would be stunned, too drunk to be able to think of anything other than him.

"Yes, yes, yes," your tearful voice made his cock shake, your hips swayed desperately. You knew that with tantrums you weren't going to get anything, but Takiishi made it so difficult for you.

Freeing your member from his torture, he lift and bend your legs to his liking, settling down to be able to penetrate you freely and comfortably.

Takiishi was not soft; you could count on the fingers of one hand the times you have had vanilla sex, although it's not like you were complaining.

His member made his way through your entrance; a choked moan left your lips. "Always so greedy, you love to be fucked until you get tired." "Gah!" Grabbing your hips, he began to push even harder. Your eyes rolled, his tip hit your prostate fucking well; you tried to close your legs impulsively, but Takiishi abandoned his previous grip to sink his hands into your thighs. "Are you going to cum again?" His mocking tone almost makes you let out little whimpers. "Please," you begged.

"Mmm, I don't know. You've already come many times, do you deserve another one?" You knew what it meant; Takiishi only had two options for you in terms of climax: you could cum as many times as you wanted or he would start taking you to heaven and stop at the right time.

"Please, Takiishi!" More tears came down, causing their thrusts to be faster. "For your size, you're very crybaby." Takiishi loved to make fun of you, he always loved to remind you how ironic your physique was.

"You can take it longer, right?" Poor you...

Haruka Sakura

Going out with Sakura wasn't easy. He was very shy, he didn't like to kiss or hug in public. You wouldn't be surprised if half of his friends didn't even know they were a couple.

It's not that you both kept your relationship a secret, but no one expected that the thermometer of walking affection that was Sakura and you were together.

Starting with personalities, both are very different: Sakura exalted himself easily, he couldn't stand teasing and, if he didn't like something, he complained at the first moment; you, on the other hand, were quieter, you didn't start conversations and much less claimed when something didn't suit you.

Even if Sakura didn’t say it, everyone knew that he preferred to be alone they had never seen him flirt with an omega, his pheromones were not so intense and he had never been attracted to someone.

You had only been seen surrounded by alphas and betas, and although once Nirei, Sakura and Suo saw you with a beta, you soon introduced her as your mother, who came to visit you from outside the neighborhood.

Probably, that was the only approach they had seen you have with a female besides Kotoha.

It's not that you didn't have suitors, when they did their guards, many girls, omegas and betas, approached you to ask for your number.

Sakura couldn't blame them; you were handsome, tall, muscular, you knew how to fight very well, you knew how to cook and you were attentive to your friends. In short, you would be a very good match.

It was a surprise when Umemiya said that you were going to miss the meetings for a whole week because you were sick.

The second and third years understood in an instant, but he didn't, and how was he going to know that you were an omega, if they never bothered to tell him directly.

He surprised himself, going to the store to buy you medicines and the odd sandwich to go to your apartment and give you the food he had previously bought in Pothos.

When he arrived at your house, he was stopped by Kaji, who with his typical frown sent him back to his house, after calling him an idiot for not understanding that Umemiya meant that you were in heat.

Clearly, Sakura turned totally red. He complained to Kaji claiming how difficult it was to say that you were in that season of the month, from the beginning, instead of giving that silly hint.

In addition, to ask him why he was there. "What do you mean, what am I doing here, idiot? Umemiya and I always bring clothes to (M/n) to make his nest." Kaji shouted back.

"What do you mean what nest!?" Sakura asked, getting even redder. "Oh! How stupid do you have to be not to know that omegas make a nest when they are in heat?" Kaji began to shake him by the shoulders, getting more angry with each passing second.

"How do you want me to know that he is an omega, if I could assure that he was an alpha!?" Sakura defended himself.

Kaji stopped his attack; Sakura was not the first person who confused your caste. "You're such an idiot." Without saying more, Kaji turned around and walked away from your house; Sakura didn't take long to follow in his footsteps, making sure to leave the shopping in a safe place.

"For God's sake, it means I have the opportunity to do it my omega." Sakura's thoughts made his blush intensely again.

The way he courted you was very subtle; in a few months both were a solid couple. It's not that they told anyone who crossed their path that they were now a couple. Their routines did not change; Sakura continued with Nirei and Suo while you stayed with Kaji, Enomoto and Kusumi.

You two didn't have dates, you didn't occupy your alpha's clothes, when it was your zeal you gave him your clothes to smell them and when your cycle ended you washed them so that no one suspected anything.

However, this was totally different. Tsubaki had invited all the kings, captains and sub-captains to a party in the red light district. The thing looked good. Everyone was having fun and, although some were reluctantly going, the atmosphere was pleasant.

A waiter brought drinks, claiming that they were complimentary. At the table where you were sitting he also had your respective trio of friends, in the company of Sakura's trio.

Everyone took a drink to the drink; surprisingly, it was not just any cocktail, but an aphrodisiac distinctive of the place where the party was held.

A blush adorned your cheeks, it was the first time you felt like this. Your legs closed with discomfort, your heart began to beat faster, you mentally thanked the idea of putting on a patch to hide your pheromones. You knew how dangerous the red light district was for omegas, no matter how big or how strong you were.

Your dilated pupils went to Sakura's two-colored orbs. They both knew what it meant and with a small nod, Sakura left the table, with the excuse of wanting to go to the bathroom.

After about three minutes, you told Kaji that you were going to go talk to the rest of the boys, getting away with it easily.

You weren't obvious but you didn't take so long either, the discomfort you had between your legs didn't allow you. You made sure you didn't have anyone's gaze on you, before you could go to the bathroom where Sakura was waiting.

It was not the first time you both had a sexual encounter, but it was the first time in a public place. While you were in the bathroom with bright eyes, the emotion of what you were going to do began to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

Aphrodisiacs were not good for omegas; they resembled the felling of heat, that's why you were so excited.

Sakura was leaning on the sink, moving his foot nervously, playing with his fingers. "Sorry for the delay, I didn't want us to be so obvious." You caught his attention subtly, your steps were slow, approaching shyly.

Sakura was the first to approach; his soft lips touched yours, starting the kiss with despair. His hand slipped into your pants, playing with the elastic of the boxers you were wearing.

With a slow back and forth, he began to stimulate you. Sighs of satisfaction left your lips in the middle of the intense kiss. Your hips followed his movements looking for more friction. Red monsoon invaded Sakura's face. If you look down to be able to see it, the mere sight made your orgasm reach.

"Ah" a soft moan from Sakura, he hit your lips and was also masturbating.

He stopped his movements on both members, when he also reached climax. The semen left an uncomfortable feeling of humidity. Your agitated breaths, blushing faces and crazy hearts, gave an atmosphere of intimacy.

"We must leave now, I don't want Suo or Nirei to come in and find us." Sakura took his hand out of your pants, turning around so he could wash his hands.

You agreed, you also washed your hands and let Sakura go out first, while your breathing was controlled.

[liedownquisition]

If you think that Batman being a good guy means he can't be a fascist, congratulations! You are fully ready to uncritically read any propaganda and convert to the whims of it because the whole point of propaganda is to present the fascists as good guys! Like... that's the whole thing about propaganda, you're supposed to root for the guys they want you to root for and be against the people they want you to turn against. That means presenting them with universally admirable qualities and then using them to prop up fascist institutions.

US Cops are part of an inherently fascist structure. I didn't think this was in question at this point. Bruce has multiple instances and discussions throughout his history including and especially relevantly in Jason's time as Robin where he discusses that they have to operate within a limited framework alongside The Law.

And Jason's ideology is EXPLICITLY to Be a Better Batman.

So it's really just a more extreme version of the EXACT same ideology. Jason in UtH, and continuing into OYL was a crimelord, possibly only ended by BftC (it's a little vague/goes unmentioned that he ever did). meaning he's not JUST getting rid of other gangsters/mobsters, he's Replacing Them. He was really explicitly taking over Black Mask's territory and taking his people, and then once he hit whatever threshold he was eliminating the competition. ->And yeah there is a difference between a shattered leg and murder, sure. Once the medical debt racks up I think the former might be a slower, more agonizing death and condemn you to always continue being a criminal because no one's going to hire you with a rap sheet and a bum leg.

And if you want to criticize Jason for that, you have to acknowledge that Batman also has a crime lord persona: Matches Malone. Which he has explicitly for the purpose of taking it over. (Add War Games to your collection if you don't understand what I'm talking about. Which, wow, that happened RIGHT BEFORE UtH, what a strange coincidence.)

Anyways, the Joker confrontation was for Jason's self-interest, yeah he pretty much says that, but everything else? Nah. He doesn't have to do the crime lord thing to set that up. That's about Being Batman.

Re: Bruce getting punished: His broken back has not had long-term consequences. His venom addiction did not have long term consequences. Outside of those runs, they might as well have not happened most of the time. Bruce losing girlfriends who only existed in one or two runs explicitly for the purpose of being lost is not a long term consequence esp since they're rarely discussed outside of those runs. Breaking up with girlfriends like, say, Catwoman, who only got back with him for one or two arcs for the purpose of dumping him again isn't really a long-term consequence so much as a continuation of their dynamic. Dick always comes back. Tim comes back. Alfred came back until they finally killed him off but they made that DAMIAN'S consequence and not Bruce's. Cass comes back. Damian comes back. These consequences are always reverted back into the status quo. The only real long-term consequence Bruce has is... Jason, actually. And that in-canon rapidly got shifted by the narrative to being Jason's fault. And even Jason coming back never really shifted the status quo back to normal, because he doesn't fit in it.

Also Kori was not just a sexy goldfish you just haven't read anything but maybe the first handful of issues. <3 I'd say that's fair because it's not a good comic, but I have a firm stance in not letting people pretend to be experts in comics they aren't reading. I'm the annoying person who is going to point out that the characters do actually have a lot more in RHATO than most people usually say, even if it's not within the realms of what I would call a "good" comic. She struggled with the personal dilemma of getting sucked back to her planet and wanting to save them, but not wanting to stay because she hadn't forgiven the circumstances of being effectively sold into slavery to save them (which didn't work anyways), as well as facing down one of her former slavers. A more accurate description is "sexy worf" since her role throughout the comic was largely to be the team's badass and show when things are Serious Business by having her lose.

And frankly, it's so funny seeing everyone modernly call Jason "DC's Punisher" because for the most part no one thought that like... in those years between his re-intro to Flashpoint. You know who DID get called that? Roy. Roy got called DC's Punisher and was a much closer allegory because former gov't agent->murderous vigilante because of his daughter beign killed is a much closer comparison to former Cop->murderous vigilante because of his family being killed. -Roy really wasn't groveling at Jason's feet, either btw. And the Outlaws... did not resemble the Titans? Unless you mean that any team with a number of former Titans on it basically "resembles the Titans." In which case would include Outsiders, some versions of the JLA, and more. --> actually speaking of the Outsiders, a lot of people wondered if THAT was the comparison they were trying to make since "Batman and the Outsiders" is a much more similar title. After all, Roy did have a team on Outsiders with Kori, and Jason did show up briefly in that run (though Kori had left the team by then). --->I'm pretty sure literally everyone was dumbed down in n52 btw. Outlaws and other titles as well. If there were titled that didn't feel kind of like an insult to long-time fans in the early days of that era, they weren't one I found to read.

You weren't blaming Editorial for Roy & Kori, really. You blame Jason as a character for Roy and Kori as if he wasn't gutted and hanged on display in an ill-fitting parody of himself just as badly as the other two. Worse, actually, because Kori doesn't have long-term consequences from that. And Roy? Roy's problems didn't start here, they started in Titans '08 when they started retconning a less-sympathetic version of his addiction into his background, In Rise of Arsenal and Titans for Hire when they continued to present him with a horribly prejudiced version of his addiction that they could "blame" him for, and whenever it was that they decided to kill his fucking daughter off in Cry for Justice in the first place.

As for that page, your answer is right there:

He doesn't tell Bruce to kill Joker, he tells Bruce that he is going to kill Joker and Bruce just needs to stand there and let it happen. His alternative is to kill Jason.

Like, this isn't even being media illiterate, this is refusing to read the words on the page in the orders they are in and understand them on the literal most surface surface level.

"I AM GOING TO KILL HIM." "YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL ME" <- do you see why your reading is not only subtextually incorrect, but explicily IN-TEXTUALLY incorrect?

To be honest I think that a lot of people who share the anti Jason Todd sentiment don't even actually hate Jason. I think a lot of them hate what he forces the narrative to do.

Jason forces the subversion of the hero genre -- he's the single, most extreme proof that Batman's hero fantasy wouldn't be effective in real life, and therefore Jason showing up can take you out of the universe really fast really hard. A lot of people are here for what comics are meant to offer, the one man hero fantasy that makes you Feel Good, and Jason showing up doesn't Allow you to enjoy it! And if that's the case, you're completely justified in not liking Jason, he takes you out of the thing you enjoy.

I think a lot of you don't actually find his personality or acts annoying in of themselves, you just hate what those actions do to the genre itself. And I think once you realize that and start looking at comics like actual pieces of literature, Jason and shitty comics both will become a lot less rage inducing to you.

[kikiiidym]

hii! could you please do a jason grace x reader where reader is a very famous actress and jason is their non celebrity bf?

“More Than a Spotlight”

WARNING: NONE! PAIRING: Jason Grace x Actress! reader A/N: I once said that I'm an actress and I got SWARMED w questions oml, no, I'm not recognized YET but I will be one day, trust.

Jason wasn’t used to flashing cameras, velvet ropes, or being called Mr. Y/N L/N like it was his actual name.

But he’d never say it bothered him. Not really.

Because every time you looked at him across the chaos of red carpets or gala crowds, he knew exactly why he was there.

For you.

Not for the fame. Not for the luxury. For the girl who curled into his chest when the world felt too loud. The one who left eyeliner marks on his hoodies. The one who still texted him from set with things like

“They brought me the wrong smoothie and I thought of you because you’d never forget my order :(”.

You met him at a bookstore in Brooklyn. You had a hat pulled low and oversized sunglasses on, thinking you were being subtle. Jason had bumped into you by accident.

Literally.

He knocked your book out of your hands and muttered, “Sorry, I didn’t see—wait...you’re—”

And then, blessedly, he didn’t say your name like everyone else did. He blinked. Then smiled. “...the girl holding my favorite book.”

You laughed. “Really? The Song of Achilles?”

“Hurts so good.”

You ended up talking in the aisle for an hour. No selfies. No asking for autographs. Just two people debating tragic Greek heroes like nerds in a mythology class.

You left your number on his receipt.

Dating you came with a spotlight Jason never asked for. Paparazzi staked out his apartment once the relationship went public. Twitter speculated about how long it would last. Tabloids called him “The Civilian Arm Candy” or worse—“The Blonde Nobody.”

He never said anything. But you knew it wore on him.

He was the son of a civilian nobody. He was just a student finishing college. A normal person. He didn’t need cameras or luxury. But he chose you.

And he stayed.

Every film premiere. Every fashion week. Every exhausting press circuit.

Jason Grace, in a black suit, quietly holding your hand in the background while the world screamed your name.

One night, after a grueling award ceremony, you kicked off your heels and collapsed on your penthouse couch with a groan.

Jason sat beside you, tossing his blazer over a chair. “You okay?”

You looked at him, mascara slightly smudged, dress bunched at your waist, heart full of the ache that only fame could cause.

“They asked me again,” you said quietly.

He knew what you meant.

The reporters. The questions. “Are you two still together?” “Is he just a fling?” “How does someone like him keep up with a megastar like you?”

Jason didn’t answer right away.

You turned toward him, fingers brushing his. “Tell me the truth. Is it too much?”

His brows pulled together. “What?”

“All of this. The cameras. The chaos. Me. I didn’t ask for this life—but I chose it. And you didn’t. You didn’t choose to be in the public eye.”

Jason reached out and cupped your cheek, thumb tracing just under your eye.

“I didn’t choose the spotlight,” he said. “But I chose you. And I’ll keep choosing you, whether it’s in a five-star hotel or a gas station parking lot.”

Your throat tightened.

“You always know exactly what to say.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That’s because I know you. Not the actress. Not the tabloid name. Just you.”

And in that quiet space between paparazzi and premieres, the two of you curled up together, tangled limbs and whispered secrets under soft blankets, with the window open and the city lights glittering outside.

Here, in this ordinary peace, was a love extraordinary.

Bonus Moment: Red Carpet Chaos

You were running late to a major movie premiere. Hair and makeup were rushing you. Stylists were fixing your train. And somewhere in the chaos, Jason slipped in through the back, dressed sharp but clearly a little out of place.

When you saw him across the crowd, your whole face lit up.

One photographer caught the moment—your eyes softening, your body angling toward him instinctively. Jason reaching for your hand like there was no one else in the world.

The photo went viral.

Caption: "The way he looks at her like she's just a girl, not a goddess. That’s real."

And the comments? Pretty out of hand.

@Nancybobo “Forget celebrities. I want a Jason Grace.” @Tojissluttt "I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR MONTHS N YOU GUYS WOULDN'T LISTEN 😭" @Ynslefttoe "Can Y/N fight? cuz DAMN I need him." @PiperMczim "Chat I bet he whimpers." @ThaliaGraceigg "Y'all bitches are weird asf, go touch some damn grass."

And the edits? secretly saved in your phone.

[eviemonroeer]

The Monroe Effect: Chapter 16

Set during Season 5, Episode 22 of ER. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy symptoms, multiple POVs

WC: 6.0 k

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

Taglist: @pleasecallmeunhinged, @rainmg, @arigoldsblog, @queenslandlover-93, @hagarsays, and @antisocialfiore

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Carter lightly closed the door to Dr. Weaver’s house. He had left Evie’s apartment to get back here in time to change and get to work. He didn’t feel right leaving her alone, especially after everything that happened yesterday, but he didn’t have much of a choice. It was too late to call in and he was going to need every shift he could get now that they were having a baby. So, he wrote her a note and made his way back to his place. 

“Getting in a little late, I see.” 

Carter jumped away from the basement door and turned to see Kerry standing in the living room. “Uh, yeah. I was over at Evie’s.”

“Is she doing okay? Mark told me what happened when he was fixing her schedule.” 

Carter sighed. Of course, Kerry knew. She was an attending; she needed to know. “She’s okay. No more bleeding once we got back to her place.” 

“That’s good. Bed rest should help with that. I’m glad she’s okay.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“Am I allowed to say congratulations?” 

This caused him to pause as he reached into his pocket, feeling the ultrasound photo he had torn off from the strip that remained on her fridge. Kerry was the first person outside of the two of them to even suggest verbally that this was a good thing. They both had agreed not to tell anyone else officially until after her follow up, so a part of it still felt like they weren’t allowed to celebrate. But now here Kerry was, offering it to him. 

And he wanted it. He wanted it badly. 

“Uh, yeah. We decided to keep the baby.” 

“Well, congratulations. I know everyone will be very happy for you both.” 

“Thanks.”

And with that, he opened the doors and headed down the stairs. 

Carter felt the eyes boring into him as soon as he got to the admit desk. He tried to shake it off, ignore it, but it was hard. It made him tingle all over in a way that felt like ants were crawling under his skin. He didn’t like it. So finally, he turned around just to see who the hell it was that had such a keen interest on him. 

It didn’t shock him that it was Haleh. 

“Good morning, Haleh.” He said calmly before turning back to the charts. 

“Carter.” She said and walked up to him. “You wouldn’t happen to know why Evie was admitted last night, would you?” 

“Uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Or why the other nurses saw Carol take her out in a wheelchair to your car?” 

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. She got him there. “Or why she’s now on medical leave for two weeks?” 

“You looked at her schedule?” 

“I have access to everyone’s.”

“Well, it’s not really my place to give out someone else’s medical information.” 

“But w—” 

“Carter.” Thank God for Dr. Greene. “Dr. Romano and I are about to start rounds. Do you know where Lucy is?”

“Uh, no. I haven’t see her yet today. Hey Jerry, could you page Lucy?”

“No problem.” 

“Let’s get this show on the road, gentlemen.” Romano exclaimed. “I don’t have all day.”

The two other men nodded and began leading Romano to the first room. “How’s Evie?” Mark said, his voice low. 

“Um, she’s okay.”

“Any......”

“No, no. No more bleeding since we left last night. She was still asleep when I had to leave this morning. I was going to call her later and check in.”

“Good. Good. Just tell her don’t hesitate to come in if something happens. And keep us updated. We can help out where we can.”

“Thanks, Dr.  Greene.” 

They went into Exam 2, and since Lucy wasn’t there, Carter began to present the patient. “Second EKG was normal, so we’ll hold for another hour, then release.” The sound of running feet stopped him as Lucy entered the room, disheveled and out of breath.  

“Thank you, Dr. Carter.” Romano said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Ms. Knight. Would you be catching your breath from running to get here because you're 20 minutes late?” 

“Sorry.”

“Let's proceed.” Mark warned, walking over to the other patient. 

“With presenting Mr. David Chameides.” Carter finished as Romano handed him the chart before he handed it to Lucy. “Complains of back pain.” 

“Yep. Uh, this is a -year-old man. He complains, um, he presents with back pain, and he said it started two days ago when he helped his daughter move into her new apartment.” She scrambled for her notecards, still out of breath. “He was lifting heavy boxes, and she was living in Dubuque... ...but got divorced, so she moved to Chicago... Did I mention the pain was constant?”

“Not yet.” Romano sighed. 

“Well, it is. And upon physical examination...”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What about pertinent negatives?” 

“No fever, no trauma...no abdominal pain, no...” She began to just keep repeating no, messing with her hair as she scrambled more. “He's a heavy smoker... And the BP is one... Sorry.” She dropped her card and struggled trying to find the one with his BP written down. “BP is 170/95. No. No, no. His BP is 170/100. Pulse, 95. 

“Neuro exam normal?”

“Yes.”

“And could you appreciate a pulsatile abdominal mass?”

“No.”

“But the ultrasound revealed an abdominal aortic aneurysm.”

“How did you know that?”

“Dr. Carter?”

“Patient has all the risk factors.” Carter said, his leg fidgeting as he felt the secondhand embarrassment. 

“Miss Knight, presenting a case is like telling a good story. Succinct, focused, to the point. You lost me around Dubuque. Dr. Carter, Ms. Knight is a student of yours, is that right?”

“Yes.” He sighed, crossing his arms. 

“Work harder. Thank God I have a small bowel obstruction waiting for me upstairs. Gentlemen, Ms. Knight.” And he left through the trauma room door. 

“I think we can all thank God for that small bowel.” Mark said, a disappointed look on his face.

Carter shoved his hands into his lab coat and looked at Lucy. “If you're gonna be late, at least be prepared.” He said, before leaving the room. 

My eyes slowly opened as my body finally allowed me out of sleep. The sun was shining in through the crack in the curtain, the beam of light resting on the bed. As I stretched, I turned over, finding that Carter was on longer beside me, but there was a piece of paper in his place. 

Headed to work. Please call me if anything happens and please rest. You need it.                                           -Carter

I sighed and laid on my back, folding the note back up. I could already feel that this bedrest was going to be the bane of my existence. But I put a hand on my lower abdomen, knowing it would be worth it. I couldn’t believe I was having a baby, and with Carter of all people. If the Evie from five years ago could see me now, she’d be shocked. 

Thankfully, it was my bladder that got me out of bed this morning and not my stomach, something very rare these days. I slowly got out of bed and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. I took care of my business quickly, but once I was finished, I looked down and my heart squeezed.

“Oh, God, please, no.”

There was blood. Not as much as yesterday, but I could still clearly tell there was spotting. I got up and hurried out to the living room, finding my purse beside the phone. I dug around until I found the business card with Dr. Coburn’s office number on it. After a couple of rings and a panicked plea to the receptionist, I was able to get through.

“Dr. Coburn speaking.”

“Hi, Dr. Coburn. This is Genevieve Monroe. I’m the ER nurse you saw last night for the hematoma. You said to call if something happened and I’m bleeding again.”

“Okay. Before we get too worked up, let’s take a couple deep breaths.” I followed her instructions for a few seconds. “Good. Now, are you actually bleeding, or is it spotting?”

“Uh, I would probably say spotting. It’s not heavy like yesterday.”

“Is the blood bright red?”

“No.”

“Are you cramping at all?”

“Not that I’ve felt.”

“Well, that sounds like good news to me. It’s probably just residual bleeding, but we are still going to take it seriously. If you have a pad, I want you to put it on and keep track of anymore bleeding. If it soaks through in under two hours, you need to come back to the ER right away. Otherwise, just monitor it, especially for cramping, we don’t want cramping. And you can always call me back if you are unsure.”

“Thank you.” I said, my voice cracking. “God, I’m a nurse, but I well so helpless.”

“OB/GYN isn’t your specialty. It’s trauma and emergency, you treat the in the moment. It’s okay to not know and to ask questions. It is your first baby after all.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Coburn.” 

“No problem. Why don’t you stay on the line, and I will transfer back to my receptionist so we can get your follow up scheduled.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“Get some rest and try not to worry.” 

After getting my appointment scheduled to two weeks from yesterday, I felt a whole lot better. I did what she said and got the pad, hoping I wouldn’t have any more scares the rest of the day. I grabbed a sleeve of crackers and a water, before parking myself on the couch with a pillow and blanket. I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” I asked, sleep still in my voice.

“Hey, Evie!” Chuny’s cheerful voice came from the other end. “What’s going on? Kerry called and asked me to cover for you. Are you okay?” 

I swallowed. “Uh, yeah. I’m okay. Just not feeling too great.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want me to bring you anything? Medicine? Oh, my mom has a great soup recipe for wiping out a cold.”

I scoffed and ran a hand through my hair. “Thanks, Chuny, I appreciate it. But I’m okay. Just really need to rest.”

“Alright, but if you change your mind, let me know. The soup’s pretty good either way.” 

My stomach swirled. “I will, I promise. Talk to you later.”

I didn’t let her respond before I hung up and I was up and off to the bathroom, preemptively finding a spot on the tile floor. You know, just in case. 

 “Jerry, have you seen my palmtop computer?” Lucy asked as she searched through admit. 

Carter scoffed. “That's why you're so scattered this morning? You lost your electronic cheat sheet?” He picked up the next chart in the holder and furrowed his brow. “Hey, Jerry, when did Antoine Bell come in?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, he asked for you.” Jerry sighed, just as scattered as Lucy. “I’m sorry. I put him in Trauma One.”

“Look, just give me a break, alright.” Lucy snapped as she followed the young doctor. “I didn’t get much sleep. I was late and I got my cards all messed up.”

“I've done a hundred presentations without notes, without computers or definitely without sleep. So why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee and pull yourself together?”

“I am together. I went off the Ritalin.”

“When?”

“Two days ago.”

“That's great. Look, I got a patient. Maybe we can talk more later.”

“Sure.” Lucy scoffed and turned to probably find her missing item. Carter sighed and walked into Trauma One, finding Antoine sitting on the gurney.

“Antoine.” He started, pulling out a pair of gloves. “I expected to see you today. Just not like this.” 

“Antoine does not associate with any of those gangs.” A woman standing behind the boy said as he pulled the stool up. 

“He knows that, Mom.” Antoine cringed, embarrassed. 

“This was one of those bad boys from the neighborhood. And I hate that you go to school with them too.”

“Can we just let Dr. Carter do his job?” Antoine groaned. 

“Dr. Carter?” The woman’s face lit up. “I am so happy to meet you. Antoine has so enjoyed all you've been teaching him.” She praised as Carter began checking over the kid. “And thank you for setting up this interview for him to go to.” 

“Oh, yeah. That's this afternoon, right?” Carter asked, checking his eyes. “Summer science lab.”

“Maybe I won't go now.”

“Of course you’re going.” His mother jumped in. 

“Looking like this? What are they gonna think?” 

“Hey, let's worry about that later, huh?” Carter mussed, trying to calm the situation. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

“Got mugged, took my wallet.”

“Follow my finger with your eyes.”

“You want an orbital series?” Lily asked. Normally it would be Evie asking him, which made him a little sad.

“Yeah, let's check for a rim fracture.” He confirmed, pressing on Antoine’s face. “Does that hurt?”

“No.”

“No septal hematoma and no broken nose.” He informed as he stripped off his gloves. “But you may have an orbital fracture.”

“What do we do about that?” His mother asked.  

“Just apply ice, keep his head elevated when he sleeps.” Lily handed the boy an ice pack before going to order the tests. “We'll wait on the X-ray to see if he needs antibiotics.”

“Can he go to the interview?”

“Mom!”

“Come on, Antoine. It's not that bad. You've worked hard for this. We've worked hard for this. I think your mom's right. Hey, you'll be the candidate they'll remember.” He pat Antoine’s arm, trying to reassure him. 

“Where’s Evie?” The teenager asked. “I thought she would be in here.”

Carter chuckled. “Uh, Evie isn’t here today. She’s not feeling too great so she’s at home, resting.” Or at least he hoped she was. 

A few minutes later, transport came to grab Antoine for his X-ray. As he was being wheeled off, his mother stayed behind for a moment. “Thank you again, Dr. Carter. I know Antoine appreciates your mentorship. You’re very good with him. Do you have kids of your own?”

Carter put his hands in his pocket and smiled. No one else was around, so he might as well tell her the truth. “Uh, soon. My, uh, my girlfriend and I are expecting.”

“Oh, congratulations.” She said, smiling. He nodded and returned it. 

“Let’s go catch up with Antoine.” He said, gesturing forward. 

His chest was warm. He really liked calling Evie his girlfriend. 

Once again, I was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Damn, they really meant it when they said growing a whole human being was tiring. And now that I was forced to rest, my body sure was taking advantage. I fully sat up and pushed the blanket off me before I grabbed the receiver and put it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Evie, hey.” It was Carol. I chuckled and shook my head. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. This is just the second call I’ve received from the ER today checking in on me.”

“Who was it earlier?”

“Chuny. Asked if I was sick with a cold. I almost laughed and told her I wasn’t that kind of sick and her mom’s soup couldn’t fix things this time.”

“I think they might know.”

“Really? I didn’t think anyone really saw me last night.”

“Well, if it’s not you, it’s defiantly me. There’s some weird medically psychic lady in here that basically spilled the beans in front of Lydia. Asked me about my due date and everything.”

“Weird.” I shrugged. “But my mom used to say some women just know when someone else is pregnant. Especially if they have also had kids.”

“Well, if they’re focused on me, maybe they won’t bother you. How are you by the way?”

“Exhausted. I think I’ve slept the majority of the day.”

“That sounds about right.” Carol chuckled. 

“I woke up bleeding a light bit, that did freak me out.”

“Do you need to come back in? I can go find Carter.”

“No, don’t worry him. I called Dr. Coburn and she said everything should be okay and gave me some things to look out for. I think it might have just been a false alarm.”

“Good. We don’t want anything to happen to my little nephew.”

Now this time I actually laughed. “Nephew, huh? This kid is barely the size of a blueberry and you’re already making claims on the gender.”

“Absolutely. You might have John Truman Carter IV growing in there.”

I groaned. “Oh, good lord. That sounds so ridiculous.” 

“Tell that to your baby daddy, not me.” 

“Don’t say that to loud.” I warned. “The gossip hounds will hear you and go crazy.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Well, I’m glad you and blueberry are doing okay. Make sure you eat and drink something. I’ll call you later.”

“Same goes for you and your pear.” 

Haleh always knew when Carter was keeping something from her. He had the worst poker face in the world, especially when it came to anything having to do with Evie. She knew something was up from the minute she saw she was off on medical leave for the next two weeks. And the fact it was signed off by Dr. Coburn got her maternal senses tingling. She would know by the end of the day. Getting stuff out of people was her specialty.

As she walked up to admit, she saw Chuny, Lydia, Yosh, and Jerry huddled together. And she could have sworn she heard them mention someone being knocked up. So, it was true, and it was obvious to others. She knew she was right. 

“Are you all talking about Evie?” Haleh asked, stepping into their group. 

“What about Evie?” Lydia asked.

“She’s pregnant. Or at least I’m sure she is. Got wheeled out of here last night into Carter’s car and she’s now on medical leave for the next two weeks, ordered by Dr. Coburn.”

“I did catch her and Carter in the drug lock up a few weeks ago.” Chuny admitted.

“And you didn’t tell us?”

“I forgot. It was the night of that big storm.”

“I knew they would always get together.” Yosh added.

“Well then that means Evie and Carol are both pregnant.” Lydia scoffed.

“Carol’s pregnant?” Haleh asked. “Is she happy about it?”

“She hasn’t told anyone.” Yosh said. 

“She must have told someone.”

“Well, what about Evie? Who worked her up yesterday?” 

That’s when Mark passed through them, trying to get to the other side of admit. Haleh pointed at him with her pen while his back was turned. All eyes went to him and stared. He must have felt it because he looked back. 

“What?” The doctor asked, before leaving as quickly as he came.

“I’m calling her.” Haleh announced and pushed through to the phone. She dialed Evie’s home number and waited as it rang. It went on for a while before the other line clicked.

“Hello?” Evie’s voice was raspy, and she coughed.

“Hi sweetie, it’s Haleh. I just wanted to call and check up on you.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m okay. Just hurling my guts out is all.”

“You’re throwing up?” Haleh asked, the other people around her grinning and looking at each other with wide eyes. “That’s not good. Has that been happening a lot.”

“Uh, yeah. That’s what happens with you have the flu.” She stuttered on the other end.

“The flu?” 

Chuny’s eyebrows furrowed. “She told me it was a cold.” She whispered.

Haleh smirked. “Are you sure it’s the flu?” 

“Pretty sure.” Evie said, her voice raising in pitch. Haleh rolled her eyes. She was definitely lying. 

“Well, make sure you get plenty of rest and drink lots of fluids. And call us if you need any help.”

“Yeah. I promise I will. Thanks for checking in.”

“No problem. Talk to you later.” Haleh hung up the phone and looked around at the others. “Oh, that girl is definitely pregnant.”

Let the gossip mill begin. 

Carter was getting frustrated. He had been going nonstop from the moment he got to the ER this morning, and now into the afternoon it was still the same. He had yet to find a moment to call Evie. He wanted to check and make sure she was okay and that she was doing what Dr. Coburn asked. He hated to think something could happen and he wasn’t there to help. Was quick phone call to reassure him really that hard to ask for? 

He stepped back into the hallway after his talk with Dr. Green about Lucy, another problem he’d have to find time to address. He looked down at his watch as he heard the familiar click of Kerry’s crutch. “Hey, Carter, you busy? I need you to look at that patient.” She said pointing to the gurney getting wheeled into trauma.

“Yeah, okay.” He sighed, putting the phone call in the back of his mind. 

“Thank you.” Kerry said before hurrying away. Carter took his time to walk down the hall and round the corner. And when he finally got to the room, he was shocked to see Antoine lying on the bed, far worse than he had been mere hours ago. 

“Antoine?” He exclaimed, putting on his gloves and quickening his pace. “That same kid jump you again?” 

“No.” The boy said in a low groan.

“Was it somebody else from school?” Carter asked as he put on his stethoscope. 

“No, it was the same dude. I jumped him.”

“What? The kid from this morning? You went after him?” 

“He took my wallet, man. I can't be letting that go down.”

Carter shook his head as disappointment coursed through his body. “Why not? What did you lose? Ten, fifteen bucks?”

“He sounds like my mom.” Antoine chuckled, looking at Chuny. 

“BP's 128/74. Pulse 96.” Chuny said, looking from the boy to the doctor. 

“You got any pain in your belly? Did you get kicked or punched in the stomach?”

“No, he only got me in the face.” 

Carter sighed and put his stethoscope back around his neck. He looked down and gently pressed on the boy’s hands, which were bandaged and splinted. “Looks like a Colles with dorsal angulation.” He told Chuny as Antoine whined in pain. “It’s gonna need a closed reduction.” He moved to the other side. 

“What's that?”

“It means you broke your left wrist. Can you feel this?” He asked as he palpated the other hand. 

“Yeah.” He whined, wincing in pain again. 

“What kind of sutures do you want?” Chuny asked. 

“5-O Vicryl, 6-O nylon.”

“I gotta have stitches?” 

“Fifth metacarpal fracture with rotational deformity. You broke both your hands.” He sighed again. “Let's get an orbital series. Left hand, right wrist. Call Ortho. That one’s gonna have to be pinned in the O.R.” He grabbed his pen light and checked his pupils. 

“I gotta have an operation?”

“That's right. Well, you wanted to blow off your interview.”

“I can go in a few days.”

Carter scoffed and returned the light to his pocket. “You're not getting into any summer science lab. Not now.” He grabbed the chart from Chuny. “You have to go to surgery, have a pin put into your right hand. Then you'll get a cast that goes from your elbow all the way to your fingers.”

“I can still go to class.” 

“It's a hands-on program, Antoine. You not gonna have use of your hands. You not gonna be able to dress yourself. You’re not gonna be able to tie your own shoe or blow your own nose for the next six weeks.”

“Well, it's not your problem.”

“No?!” Carter exclaimed, fully angry now. “I’m the one that’s been spending time with you and showing you around for the last month. Just trying to teach you something, you know?  So you can go and screw it up by having to go beat down some punk in the neighborhood.”

“Carter.” Chuny warned. 

“You don't know about it!”  “I know it just dragged you away from the best opportunity you've ever been given.  

“No one gave me anything. I earned that chance myself!”

“You just blew it, all by yourself.”

“Dr. Carter!” 

“Yes, Chuny?” He looked up and removed his gloves before turning to leave the room.

“Carter, you were pretty hard on that kid.” Chuny said, having followed him to the hall.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I know. I just expected better of him.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you were his dad.”

Carter turned. “What?”

Chuny bit her lip. “I was just saying that you were being very paternal with him.” 

“Uh, yeah. Whatever. Don’t forget to call Ortho.” He shook his head and walked away.

He really needed to make a phone call. 

The shrill ring of the phone, once again, caused me to let out an exasperated groan. I paused my tape and reached over the arm of the couch and brought the phone to my ear. “If someone else from that ER calls me today, I swear I’m going to come down there and give them something to call about.” 

“Hello to you too.” 

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Hi Carter.” 

“Everything okay?” 

“I have received calls from Chuny and Haleh, all trying to get me to confirm, without actually asking, my pregnancy.” 

“Yeah, they’ve been bothering me too. But I haven’t said anything, I swear.” 

“It’s alright. They all know. They would just rather get confirmation for the gossip mill from the source.” 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Your kid’s trying to kill me.” I said, gently stroking my stomach. 

“My kid? So, it’s just my kid now?” 

“Yes, it’s your kid when they are making me expel my guts.” 

“Do you want me to bring you something when I get off? Craving anything?” 

“Drugs. All the drugs to keep me from throwing up.” 

“I’m not an OB so I really would rather not prescribe you meds.” 

“Whatever.” I sighed and rubbed my stomach. “Maybe some more crackers. Ooh, or maybe some peaches? But not the whole fruit kind. Like the kind that comes in the little cups.” Carter laughed on the other end of the phone. “What’s so funny?” 

“I used to be obsessed with those when I was a kid.”

“See I told you, your kid. If you don’t bring them, they will get angry.” 

“Noted.” He paused. “Any bleeding today?” 

“I had some really light spotting when I woke up. But I called Coburn’s office and she said that was normal. As long as it’s doesn’t get like it was and I’m not in pain, it should be okay. And I’ve been fine the rest of the day.” 

Carter hummed on the other end. “Well take it easy. Watch your soaps and get some rest. I’ll see you after my shift.” 

“Don’t let the nurses hound you too much.” 

“I won’t. See you later.” 

“Bye.”

 

For once, Carter was glad Evie wasn’t at work. He’d lost his cool, more than once on Antoine and Lucy. He knew she would be on their side; tell him he was being too harsh and to actually listen to them and what they were saying. And the more he thought about her, the more he knew she would be right. God, she had hold of him even while she was gone. He was done for. 

Mark told him they all had a big surprise planned for Carol, who surprise, was also pregnant. He wondered if Evie knew. It was going to be at the end of her shift, but before the celebration, he wanted to go upstairs and check on Antoine before his surgery. When he got there, the kid was laying on a gurney with an IV and in a hospital gown, ready to be wheeled in. 

“So, is your mom more or less pissed off than I imagine she is?” Carter asked as he sat beside the bed. 

“That’d be more or less than you?”

“That's fair.” Carter sighed. 

“She’s acting like I'll never play the violin again.” He joked.

Carter chuckled. “That's pretty funny.”

“I heard it in a stupid TV movie.”

“Why are you doing watching TV when you got homework?”

“Oh, man! You are my mom.” Antoine laughed. 

“I don't know about that.”

“You are. I feel bad for your kid.”

Carter raised an eyebrow. “How do you know about that?” 

“My mom told me. I’m guessing Nurse Monroe is the mom?”

Carter nodded. “You know Antoine, I think I want the best for you. But I suspect that she does a better job of appreciating you for who you are.”

“As long as I grow up to be just like her.”

“I know that routine. My family wanted me to grow up to be a rich, white guy.”

“Damn, they must be dancing!” The doors to the room opened and the surgical team were ready to go. 

“You don't make that kind of money in emergency medicine. I think they figured they'd settle on two out of three.”

“I wish I hadn’t blown that summer thing, Dr. Carter.” Antoine said as the team began wheeling him towards the operating room. 

“You'll get another chance.”

“I mean now I'll be spending my time bagging groceries.”

“Actually, I'm not even sure you’re gonna be doing that.” He scoffed. “I’ll come check on you in the morning, okay?”

“Sounds good.” Antoine said, before disappearing into the operating room. 

Carter nodded, rubbing a hand over his face, before turning and going for the elevator. By the time he got back downstairs, everyone was already gathering in the ambulance bay. He quickly grabbed his coat and bag before headed to join everyone, a plastic cup of what he only assumed was champagne thrust into his hand. A few minutes later, Carol walked out.

“Surprise!” They all yelled. 

“Oh, man.” Carol groaned. “What are you doing?”

“We know you haven’t officially told us about the baby.” Haleh began. 

“But we couldn’t sit on it another darn minute.” Connie finished. 

“We just wanted you to know how happy we are.” 

“And we’re gonna get you something better—” This time it was Lydia.

“But for now.” Chuny finished, bringing out two large boxes of diapers and handing them to Carol. 

“Oh man! God!” Carol exclaimed, smiling. 

“Hey Carol, need a Lamaze coach?” Malik asked.

“You’re it, Malik. Oh, this is amazing. I, uh, I’ve just been overwhelmed with this news myself. And uh, today I found out I’m-I’m having twins. So, um, I didn’t know when or how to tell people and I’m, I’m really glad that I can share this with you now. So, thank you.” 

“Congratulations, Carol.” Carter said and walked over to hug her.

“Hold on!” Haleh exclaimed. He turned from Carol and raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t think we forgot about you.” Chuny came back with another stack of diapers and placed them in front of him. Most everyone else in the group was confused, but Haleh had her eyebrow raised to him, daring him not to come clean. Carter sighed and shook his head. Evie was going to kill him. 

“Uh, yeah. Uh, Evie and I are having a baby.” The crowd of ER workers began buzzing around them. “But, hey, look. It’s really early and there’s been a complication. That’s why she’s not going to be working for the next couple of weeks. But we’re hoping everything is going to be okay and she can come back soon.” 

And as members of the group came up and congratulated them both, he really did hope it would be soon. But right now, he just wanted to go home to her. 

Carter opened the door to Evie’s apartment, sliding the stacked boxes inside, before closing the door behind him. She hadn’t called after their last conversation, so he hoped she had taken it easy the rest of the day and was okay. He looked around the apartment and his eyes fell on the figure on the couch, curled up into the cushions and barely covered by a blanket. He smiled at how peaceful and sweet she looked. 

Walking over to the couch, he placed the carton of fruit on the table and grabbed the blanket. He pulled it up to her neck, just like she liked it, so she could be cozy. He grabbed the remote, chuckling at the movie on screen, something about skating, and flipped through the channels, settling on some random game before he sat down beside her. If the sleeve of crackers, half eaten toast, and ginger ale on the coffee table was any indication, her nausea hadn’t settled. He stroked her face, glad that she had at least been able to sleep. 

“Hi.” A small voice mumbled. Her eyes were still closed, but Evie grabbed her blanket and pulled it tighter around her. 

“Hi. How are you?” 

“I’m okay. Haven’t thrown up in a while, so I guess that’s good.” 

“You should have told me. I could have brought a banana bag home.” 

“Maybe tomorrow.” Evie’s eyes slowly opened, and she looked up at him, smiling. “How was work?” 

“Remember that student I was mentoring? Antoine?” She nodded her head. “He got jumped today. And then he thought it was smart to go beat up the kid who did it to him, breaking his hands and missing the interview I set up for him in the process.” Carter shook his head and looked around the room. “I can’t believe he did that. And then Lucy told me she’s back on her Ritalin, even though it’s a drug used for children.” Evie chuckled and snuggled under the blanket again. Carter raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“You already sound like a disappointed dad.” 

Carter rolled his eyes. “Chuny said the same thing. The only thing I’m disappointed in with our kid is that they are making you not eat. Maybe we can remedy that.” He leaned forward and grabbed the carton off the table, handing it to her. Her sleepy smile widened as she held the fruit cups like they were the most precious thing ever. 

“God, this is the first thing to seem even remotely appetizing today.”

“I’ll get you a spoon.” Carter stood and went over to the kitchen, easily finding the utensil drawer.  

“What is that?” 

Carter’s eyes fell on the giant diaper box by the door. “From the ER. Congratulations on our new addition. The news is officially out. They even got one for Carol too.” He handed the spoon to her as she opened the carton. “Did you know she was pregnant?” 

Evie peeled the plastic cover off and dove in, a pleased moan escaping her lips. “That was nice of them. And of course, she’s my mentor.” 

“Did you know it was twins?” 

“Better her than me.” 

“You never know. Severe nausea could mean higher hCG. Higher levels mean twins.” 

“Bite your tongue, John Truman Carter.” She said, pointing her spoon at him. “If I end up having twins, I’m castrating you myself.” She took another bite. 

“Not to be controlling, but maybe slow down. I’d rather not see you throw up the first time you’ve had something other than crackers today.”

She rolled her eyes at him but took what he said to heart and slowed down. She turned her attention to the TV. “Who’s playing?” 

“Uh, not sure. I just turned it on.” 

Evie sighed and put her head on Carter’s shoulder. “Want a bite?” 

Carter chuckled. “Sure.” Evie feed him a spoonful of peaches. “It’s okay.” He shrugged. “Not as good as I remember.” 

“Well, it’s heaven to me. Thank for bringing it by.” 

“Where else would I be?” 

[holding-on-to-josh]

i need to rant about how much i love snap back. this song is an absolute masterpiece in terms of sound, lyrics, harmonies, and meaning. me and my close friend were talking about how amazing this song was yesterday. love you avery

- it has this distinct summer sound that sounds nostalgic to me and it just feels like i’m driving toward the sunset and it gives me a feeling like everything’s gonna be okay, despite the song itself

THIS PART is so deep. it’s like you’re still running from the past, but more so you’re still THINKING about the past which is keeping you from looking into the future and seeing what’s right in front of you. this i feel is something anybody can relate to because we look back a lot on life and try to use it to improve.

This idea of refusing help and possibly pushing away people you love because of how closed off or isolated you may feel. i know for a fact that when i’m going through something or having a rough day i lash out at anyone who tries to talk to me or help, and this lyric is absolutely amazing at describing this feeling of biting the hand that helps you, then giving it stitches.

first of all, the backslide reference! these two songs feel like siblings to me. but about the lyrics, the song is talking about a backslide, a relapse, a return to something. “all of that progress lost today” “it’s a backslide”. feeling like all that work, all that progress is worth nothing because you ended up back at square one. it’s as if you were climbing a slide only to slip back down.

This is not so much about lyrics but more so about structure and sound, BECAUSE THE HARMONIES?? god when i heard those harmonies for the first time on this song i ugly sobbed for a good fifteen minutes because holy crap it sounds amazing. it feels like several different people are telling you it’s all gone, and that’s what anxiety and insecurity feels like to me, like a bunch of tiny voices telling you stuff

don’t get me STARTED on this lyric because if you’re introspective like me and you’re always trying to look into how you feel and why you feel like this, this is insanely relatable. sometimes i’m able to come up with a bunch of reasons that make sense on why i’m feeling a certain way, which can lead to me being able to feel better or deal with it better, but there are also times where i run out of excuses as to why i am this way, why i feel this way. but i just think as humans we won’t always have the answers, and that’s okay

I really like this part because he’s USING THE FALSETTOS TO COMMUNICATE TWO VOICES. he’s talking to the backslide/relapse as if it’s a person (kind of like how nico/blurryface is a person that resembles tyler’s insecurities) and it’s genius. he’s saying “welcome back to the show”, welcome BACK being that this is not a one time occurrence, but something that keeps returning, even if it’s not wanted.

the way i see it, the normal voice is his more rationale than just his insecurities, and this is shown through him saying he better move to a fresher approach, showing that he has a desire to change things up to see if it makes him feel different. and the new adaptation, in my opinion, i see it as him realizing that it may not ever go away fully, but he can adapt because humans adapt.

Let’s not forget this gem. absolute genius at lyrics tyler joseph is, and this line is evil because it cuts so deep. The fact that he’s referring to himself as having elasticity, i see it as him saying he’s changed a lot, or he’s willing to change if it means finding his way back. the feeling of knowing you’ve gotten off track and wanting to get back to where you were before, but not knowing how, so all you can do is pray that you’ll somehow get back there, to how things were before. this further contributes to the backslide theme of the song.

That’s all i have to say for now, just wanted to get that out there because i cannot listen to this song without sobbing my lungs out. 😵‍💫

[magicalqueennightmare]

Temper Flare Headcanon

Heacanon for how the fellas would react when you're normally chill but your temper finally flares

Tony has been known to not walk on eggshells around anyone (Bruce when everyone was worried about the hulk and Tony is over here zapping him and shit) but with you it seems like hardly nothing sets you off anyways. The day you finally get pushed far enough, he couldn't even tell you who said what but when you jumped to your feet and said three little words "You know what?" everyone around sat down and shut up until you were through. It's quite possible he fell in love with you more then and threatened Steve with you a time or two.

Clint is also chill for the most part and only lets his temper flare when he's been pushed to a certain point. When you finally get pushed he's not too surprised to see that part of you. He just stands to the side with his arms crossed. "Gonna stop her?" "Nope"

Steve is used to you being more laid back so when you do go off? He starts to intervene but one look from you and he's even backing up. Instead he just stands to the side to make sure you don't need him and when you do calm him he gives you that little grin "How ya feeling doll?"

Sam hangs with super soldiers and spies on the regular. He always suspected you had a little temper on you. However he didn't think it was like that. He stands there, wide eyed while you're going off. When it's said and done however? This man is laughing "Damn baby. Remind me not to piss you off"

Joaquin gets that little puppy dog look when you finally go off. The man can face dangerous missions, near death experiences but the thought of you being upset with him? However when he finds out it was cause the little blonde barista was talking about trying to get his number and wouldn't take the fact that he was with you? Well he's a grinning idiot then.

Bucky is used to people saying whatever. By now nothing bothers him and he's used to you being laid back so he doesn't expect much to bother you. One day the right (or rather wrong) thing gets muttered and he gets to see just what temper you keep under wraps. He lets it go for a few minutes, lets you get your point across then he's tossing you over his shoulder "That's enough sweetheart. You made your point clear"

John I wanna say how appropriate it would be that Captain Crashout had a girl that was a closet crashout? You and him were out, you just needed a new jacket that was it. All the people in the store had to do was keep their mouth shut but they keep muttering. John just stood there, he wasn't going to say anything and ruin your day. However you took enough. When he has to pick you up and carry you out he can't help but a low chuckle escape him.

[makixroll]

Just thought about reader and her parents moving into their new house, and harua and his family are their neighbors. Both of them are around the same age (reader is a year younger) and their families bonded quite well, leading to them hanging out often 🤭 (just some cute thoughts/story)

SNEAKY KISSES — harua ۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . harua x fem!reader

contents . . . strangers to friends to ??? , fluff , reader is a year younger , lwk cringe , mentions of nii-chan (in a cute and cringe way) , OKAY IM RLLY SORRY I KNOW this was supposed to be a really cute cute super fluff story but i think uhm.... it didnt turn out that way? But still not TOO suggestive so yea i hope youll like it still

"You're a year younger than me? Then, you should call me onii-chan!" That's probably the first thing that 10 year old Harua told you when you first moved in the neighborhood at Nagano, Japan. Both parents laughed, finding what Harua said both funny and cute. But not to you, it wasn't funny to your 9 year old self. You stared at him, small arms folded together, your eyebrows furrowed as you pouted angrily at him.

"You're not my older brother!" You replied, filled with sass your parents didn't know where you got it from. Their eyes widened as your father patted your head, trying to stop you from talking any further as he laughed awkwardly.

Well, that was 10 years ago. Now, you're so close with Harua it felt like a crime trying to separate you two apart. He just turned 20, while you were still stuck at 19.

"Hey, now that I'm older than you again, you should really practice calling me onii-chan. You should respect me, y'know~" Harua, had once again, poke fun on your age. Although you could say that at least you weren't ancient old like him as a way to tease back, he always has something to say back. Like, "at least I know more and better than you since I've been in this earth before you." Or something like that. And it still never failed to get you riled up, you just hated it whenever he teases you.

Harua laid on the soft mattress of your bed right after finishing a whole two hours of game with you. His back hurts so much from the horrid sitting position he had from playing.

"God, you're so annoying." You mumbled, irritated as you rolled your eyes at him. The corner of Harua's lips rose up, loving the reaction he's getting from you. You then stood up from the cold floor and plopped on your bed, next to him. You two were staring quietly at the ceiling, trying to think of something else to do. Just after a good ten minutes of quietness, Harua broke the silence, with a question you've never expected in your ten years of being with him.

"Hey, Y/N, have you tried kissing anyone?" Harua asked, all of a sudden that caught you off-guard. He was now laying on his side, facing you as he used his hands as a pillow for his head.

You stared back at him, shocked. "What?"

"Have you tried it?" He asked again.

"... no, why?" You replied, almost in a whisper. Harua tried to contain his smile from spilling out as he propped himself up on his elbow, leaning closer to you.

"Me too.." He stated, Harua's eyes glancing down at your lips for a second before looking back at your eyes. Your breath hitched, heart pounding. You've never seen his face this close before. For some reason, he had grown more attractive in your eyes for the past few years, but you didn't think much of it since you realized everyone thinks Harua's attractive, and you thought it was just a normal thing.

"Do you wanna try it?" Harua asked once again, and you swore you were starting to malfunction with all his questions.

".... with who?" You whispered, still fully staring at him as he did too.

"You trust me, right?" And you already knew, way before his answer, that he was pertaining to himself. He was suggesting that you try to kiss him, to experience it.

"W-wha— I don't think I can fathom the thought of kissing you out of all people." You tried to regain your composure as you rolled your eyes at him, but still, you were nervous as hell.

"It's not that deep. Just a one small kiss, you're acting like you're going to give me your soul." Harua answered back, rolling his eyes as well. You fight back an urge to sassmouth him before you sighed.

"Fine, just one." You were oddly curious about it, too. And he was right, it was just one peck, not anything deeper than that. Plus, you trust him with your life, it wouldn't hurt doing this with him, right?

He smiled as he whispered, "just a peck." As if he was reassuring both you and him before he leaned down, planting his soft lips on yours. Harua didn't try to move, he stayed there, lips connected to yours for a few seconds before he leaned back, breaking the innocent kiss. You two were a blushing mess.

And maybe Harua lied about it just being a one time thing, 'cause now he finds himself planting a quick kiss on your lips everytime he gets the opportunity. Whenever he passed by you in an empty hallway, in between your games with him, even when his family would come over for dinner, he'd sneak in a quick kiss when no one's looking.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. You both did enjoy the sneaky kisses you two shared.