#blah blah beep beep

[strafepanzer]

anyways you’re a final boss in an a-rank gate and the only way jinwoo is getting out is by making you cum

[catilinas]

oh past presumptive tense we’re really in it now

[gojohatemail]

Really wanna take a poke at LADS but I just know, I KNOW, that Sylus guy is gonna have me in a choke hold the minute he shows up.

[mcaelius]

[mutio-von-mutio]

if you have a reporting system but don't account for the fact that the majority can use it to bully the minority, you haven't actually protected anyone. you have only given the bigots another vector for suppression/bullying under the guise of 'safety' and 'moderation'

[pronounrespector]

Can I say something

[beepbeepmfkr]

I miss liking comics. I miss being excited for the new marvel movie and to see how the lore will develop. I miss being excited for these modern mythical figures and the stories they could tell with them.

I want to scream and shout and be 16 again psyched up and overjoyed because we have a red hulk in the new caption American movie but like

I fucking can't. These movies are funded by fucking military budgets. The propaganda alone is just so fucking - ugh. And like I still love them. I love seeing them in passing. But I can't commit to the joy anymore and it sucks.

I was the kid with comics plastered all over my walls into murals (bagged and hung with double sided tape. I'd create murals of the series I was currently reading)

Now I'm just the adult feeling this pang of grief in my chest.

[thefirstimagifabricator]

:3

@anonyxxvii @speckleflower @hyperfixationenjoyer @giorno1234 @macaronijail06

i also wana start a picrew chain so just tag as manny ppl as you can and make a little guy of yourself

little guy maker｜Picrew

mine

@sad-trash-pigeon @hyperbolic-havoc @literally-maria @willprobablychangethis @willows-woes @heartstopperstuff @sproldenlover @pessimistonsteriods @person4924 @katelyn-heartstopper @artsimmys @acuteobsession @apersononearth011 @faulty-radio

[nekomaniac]

Can you please make a fic w dom!timeskip!kenma x sub!f!reader where reader is sick and kenma takes care of her blah blah blah she gets really needy and is shy ab it blah blah blah they get freaky thank you in advance😇🤞🏻 no pressure tho!

feverish ~ kenma

characters: soft dom! kenma x mildly sick! sub! f!reader content: (nsfw!!) fingering (f! receiving), slight cockwarming, 'good girl', little bit of sweet sex, little bit of rough sex, caring bf kenma, ken making you take your meds word count: 4k a/n: thanks for the request!! i hope it lives up to your expectations 🖤 kenma is definitely one of my favs i was so excited to get a request for him! (second divider cuts off nsfw!!)

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Kenma was used to being the sickly one in the relationship. He could be a bit delicate for lack of a better word. Any amount of overexertion would have him on bedrest the next few days. Of course, you were always there to dote on him lovingly, heating up soup and dabbing his forehead with a cool cloth. 

Then, it finally happened… When he stepped back into the bedroom after his stream ended only to find you splayed out under the covers looking pitiful, he knew it was his time to return the favor. 

Walking over to the edge of the bed he sat next to your curled up form. Taking note of your slightly disheveled appearance, he rubbed your back in slow soothing circles. Your brow was lightly creased and your cheeks a deep rosy hue. He could tell you weren’t feeling yourself, but damn if you weren’t the cutest thing he’d ever seen looking so helpless.

“Hey… are you feeling okay?” He asked softly, already knowing the answer. When all he got was a soft whine in response, he couldn’t help but smile softly to himself. “Alright, alright, let me check your temperature…” He said quietly, moving to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen. He pulls out the brightly colored thermometer with a fond smile, remembering how you insisted on getting the yellow and orange duck themed one as it was priced the same and looked ‘much cuter’ than the clinical white and grey alternative.

“Open your mouth for me…” He taps the thermometer against your lips insistently. You part your lips lightly, letting him slide it inside. With a soft ‘beep’ he presses down the duck-shaped power button, watching as the number slowly rises. Gently brushing a slightly sweaty lock of hair from your eyes, his soft smile slowly fades into a look of concern as the display number climbs higher and higher before settling at a scorching 101.7°. 

“Oh…” He murmurs, pulling out the thermometer to read the number again. Maybe you were a bit more sick than he thought. Without wasting another moment, he starts to prepare what you deem as the “sick cart”. A cool bowl of water and a washcloth to cool you off, a small variety of snacks that are easy on sensitive stomachs, and a variety of medicines. Typically it was you preparing the cart for him, telling him it allowed you to spend more time at his bedside instead of rushing back and forth looking for things. 

Stepping back into the bedroom, he begins to pour out a dose of a medicinal, pungent red syrup. Your nose immediately crinkles as the familiar odor hits you. Even in your feverish haze, you knew what was coming. Letting out a weak mewl of protest, you try to flip away from him only for a gentle hand to halt your movements.

“Come on, don’t be stubborn. You need your medicine or you won’t get better.” The corners of his lips quirk into a small smile as he parrots your lines back to you, earning him a half-hearted scowl. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he tilts the medicine spoon towards your sulking face as you let out a soft resigned sigh. As you take it between your lips, he gently tilts your head back. The bitter taste immediately floods your senses, your nose scrunching and your eyes screwing shut. Kenma keeps a firm grip on your chin, making sure the spoon stays slotted firmly in your mouth and a steady stream of the sticky syrup dribbles onto your tongue. 

“That’s it… such a good girl.” He praises softly, encouraging you to finish despite the obvious discomfort. When you finally drink the rest of it down he offers you a cup of juice to wash the repugnant flavor out of your mouth. You drink it down greedily, desperately trying to get rid of any remnants of the bitter medicine. 

He pops open a small packet of rice crackers, gently bringing them to your lips. He feeds you the puffy snacks one by one, his heart melting at your soft bites and crunches. A part of him feels bad at finding your weakened state so adorable, but another part thrives on your sweet trust and reliance on him to help you feel better. 

Your tongue darts out to lick at the residual flavor on his fingertips, causing his breath to hitch lightly. Reminding himself that you were just sick, he lets you gently nibble and suck at his fingertips. You peered up at him through glassy eyes as your tongue tangled around his coated fingertips, occasionally giving him a loving nip. 

His own eyes were half lidded as he looked down at your vulnerable form. Tilting his head softly to the side to observe you, his soft bleached locks hung loosely over his face. With what little strength you had, you reached up and cupped his cheek. His fingers curled playfully in your mouth as you cradled his face in one of your clammy hands. He let out a soft chuckle, leaning down to kiss your forehead sweetly.

“Ken…” You whine, reaching out weakly, your brows tented and lower lip slightly jutted out. No amount of mental preparation would ever make him able to resist when you got like this. So cute and sweet, it was the opposite of his naturally reserved and quiet self. He catches your hands gently, intertwining your fingers before pressing a loving kiss against your knuckles.

“Shhh… I’m here, sweet girl.” He carefully slides in bed behind you, letting you lay back against his chest. Reaching over to the cart, he dips the washcloth into the basin of cool water, dabbing gently at the sheen of sweat across your forehead before wiping down the back of your neck. “It’s not fair is it? Precious thing like you feeling so sick…” You let out a pitiful murmur in response to his gentle teasing, causing him to chuckle and pull you closer. He litters soft kisses at the crown of your head. 

After settling you in, he picked up his Switch and started up his Pokemon Scarlet save file. Cradling you against his chest, he lets you watch as he wanders around the various towns and wild areas in the game, letting you choose which Pokemon he captures and adds to his team. In your feverish state the names you were picking were barely coherent, but he always listened to your suggestions, inputting them with a soft smile as he murmured soft ‘thank you’s’ into your hair.

Soon enough you were drifting off to sleep and he could finally sub out his new Dipplin you affectionately named “Abbles” and start grinding his old team. He rested his chin on your head as you slept, occasionally pausing his game to check your fever with the back of his hand. As the hours passed, the roaring red donned across your cheeks slowly began to fade to a softer pinky blush.

Once the beaming sunlight outside settled to a calming dusk, your eyes finally fluttered open again, this time with a bit more life in them. Before you could even fully stretch out or greet him, Kenma already had the ducky thermometer prodding at your lips again.

“Open.” He commanded gently, his voice sweet but firm. You obliged sleepily, half because you wanted to and half because you really needed to yawn. He placed the thermometer under your tongue, studying it closely as the numbers climbed. Eyes trained on the small display screen, he let out a pleased hum when the numbers stopped at 99.3°. “Your fever’s down, how are you feeling?” 

“Still warm…” You mumble, half asleep. Nodding, he gently dabs the cool washcloth over your forehead and cheeks again. He gently squeezes it at the base of your neck, letting the cool water dribble down your feverish back, causing small relieved shudders to ricochet through your body. You let out a small relaxed sigh, nuzzling against his chest.

His frigid hands dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, roaming over your heated skin. The action was innocent enough, but it had you careening into his cool touch. Placing loving kisses onto the top of your head, he nuzzled his face into your hair as he gently massaged over your achy back.

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Soon, your mind began to wander. Thoughts began to fill your head of his chilled fingers dipping into more salacious places, below the fuzzy waistband of your comfy sleep shorts, plunging deep into your dripping core or simply dancing delicately over the swell of your breasts, plucking deftly at your pert nipples. Soon you felt your face warming again for reasons other than the lingering fever. A soft, shaky breath left your lips.

“Hm?” He peered down at the renewed flush on your face. “Hey…” He murmurs, concern evident in his soft voice, “You’re burning up again… Damned fever…” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, the soft, displeased noise unbeknownst to him adding kindling to the fire starting to burn deep in your core.

“K-Ken… I-” You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need… nngh…” You bury your face into his neck, embarrassed at the sudden heat flooding between your thighs. He wasn’t doing anything provocative, what is wrong with you? Even just the caring tone in his voice is enough to have your toes curling with unspent desire.

“What do you need, sweet girl?” He asks softly, his voice mellow and sweet. The soft vibration from his chest sends a shiver down your spine as you lean closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Summoning all of your strength, you scoot closer into him, barely ghosting your clothed heat down against his lap. He wraps his arms around you as he checks you over quietly, analytical eyes taking in every bit of you.

A subtle squeeze of your thighs has everything clicking into place. His feline eyes widen for a moment before he lets out a soft chuckle. A slender finger tilts your chin up to face the small knowing grin spreading across his face. 

“You know you can’t hide from me…” He teases softly, his chilled finger gently tracing down your jawline, “Why do you get so shy?” He chuckles softly, fingers lightly pinching the fat of your cheek. You try to bury your face in his neck again, but his lips slotting against yours causes you to pause before melting into him. He cradles you to his chest as he slowly moves his lips against yours, setting a slow sensual pace.

You settle more firmly into his lap, wrapping your legs loosely around his narrow hips. His hands squeeze at your waist before trailing up your back to scoop you closer, pulling a shaky, surprised gasp from your lips. You suckle lightly at his lower lip, giving him teasing little nibbles. A soft groan is all of the warning you get before his tongue is sliding against yours, flicking gently at the soft insides of your cheeks. 

Raising his knees, you slide further against him as he grinds his hips upward, pressing his hard length against your parted thighs. You let out a soft whimper that he promptly swallows, his kisses growing more fervent and demanding. Pulling back, you throw your head back as you rock your hips against his, growing more and more eager for his touch.

“Always such a needy little thing… Even when you’re sick and weak.” He smiles fondly as he holds your hips in place, effectively halting your desperate little movements.

“Kenma please, I can’t.” You pant pleadingly, fighting against his surprisingly strong grip to chase after his hips, “Really I can’t! I need-” He silences you with a firm hand cupping against the front of your shorts. You gasp softly, twitching your hips forward.

“When have you ever not gotten what you needed? Hm?” His golden eyes trace over your features slowly, “Don’t you trust me to take care of you, sweetheart?”  He gently traces over where you need him most through your shorts. When you rut into his hand instead of answering he gives you a soft smack. “Answer me. I want to hear you say it.” 

“Yes! I trust you!” He slowly swirls his finger over your clit, causing your eyes to screw shut as you focus on the pleasure.

“Keep going.” He demands softly, rewarding you with more steady pressure to your twitching bud. 

“You always take care of me…” You grind your clothed cunt against his hand, letting out soft pants and small whines. “Always make me feel good… so good…” Your thighs tremble lightly as you try to subtly seek more friction from his teasing fingers.

With a small smile, he gently lifts you up to slide your shorts down, flinging them off the bed haphazardly in favor of staring at his pretty girl. He traced the lacy trim of your panties with slow, delicate movements, taking time to savor the sight of you. 

“So cute,” He muses, his voice dropping to a sweet purr as he toys with the growing wet patch. You let out a soft anticipatory sigh, knowing the less patient you are the more his teasing will be prolonged. Looking up at you with a knowing smile, he relents. His slender fingers dip beneath the dainty fabric, gently tracing your slit. You throw your head back with a light whine. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll take it easy on you since you don’t feel good.” He purrs softly, gently parting you to slip inside. His fingers disappear inside of you, curling and pumping with practiced ease. Sure Kenma could be a bit neglectful at times when he would get obsessed with a new game release, but if there was one thing that you could benefit from: that man was a god with his fingers.

He set the perfect pace, pistoning into you steadily. The soft wet squelch of your walls each time he dug his dexterous fingers into you filled the room. Your head tilted back as he pulled whimpers and moans from your throat with each skilled stroke of his fingers.

“So noisy even when you try to be quiet.” He teases, giving you a particularly sensual stroke. You gasped softly as he curled his fingers upward into that soft spongy spot you could never seem to reach on your own. “Is this what you needed, baby?” Your hips lurched upwards off the bed, only to be pinned down again by one of his legs looping over yours.

Smacking your back against his chest, you wiggled against him. Soft whines left your lips as you desperately tried to take him deeper, unable to vocalize what you wanted at this point, just knowing you needed more. 

“I know, sweetheart.” He coos gently, kissing the shell of your ear as he plays with your dripping pussy. He kissed against your shoulder as he plunged into you with care, hitting your sweet spot with every flutter of his fingers. Each loving stroke of your silky walls was bringing you closer to ecstasy, but the small upturned corners of Kenma’s mouth suggested he had other plans than letting you fall apart on his fingers. 

As he slowly pulled out his fingers despite your attempts to drag him back in, clamping tightly around his digits before relinquishing with a wet plop. You let out a soft whine of protest, already hating the sensation of being so empty. 

“Quit whining or I’m not going to give you my cock,” He teases, already reaching down to slip his sweatpants over his bulge. Immediately quieting, you turned to face him and watched with eager eyes as he pulled down his cotton boxer briefs. His thick cock sprung free, bouncing lightly as he began to palm himself. 

“Come on, pretty girl. Come sit in my lap, okay?” He prompted gently, his cock twitching from the stimulation along with thoughts of how cute you’d look stuffed full. You nodded obediently, crawling closer slowly. He gently dipped a finger into your panties, tugging them down gently, careful not to stretch the elastic. He lifted you up with gentle hands before slowly settling you on top of his thick cock. You let out a soft squeal and clenched tightly around the intrusion as you slowly slid down his length, causing him to let out a soft hiss through his teeth. 

“Ken!” You clutch at him frantically, nuzzling against him needily. He lets out a shaky breath, teeth gritting at the overwhelming tightness of you. Fuck you were always good, but right now you were squeezing him so deliciously.

“Shhh… I’ve got you.” He shushed softly, though his own voice shakes as he tries to calm down, his dick throbbing inside you as your walls grip him possessively. He gently cradled you to his chest, staying buried deep inside you and shushing your soft whines as he placed delicate kisses over your face. Moments like these were his favorite, your mind and body stuffed so full of him you could barely take it anymore.

He rocked you gently in his arms, nestling his cock deeper and deeper as he gave you minimal friction. Your pussy drooled helplessly against him, feeling his tip kissing your cervix sweetly. A soft pleading whine left your throat but he silenced it with a gentle kiss.

“What did we talk about, baby?” He prompts softly, gently starting to rock his hips against yours. “I always take care of you, right? My pretty girl’s never been left unsatisfied.” He nuzzles against your neck, softly kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin as his hips continue their shallow movements. You nod weakly against him, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. 

He smiles against your collar, nipping appreciatively. Gently pushing your back to the bed, he starts to give you deeper thrusts, causing you to let out a soft anticipatory moan. 

“Gonna make those little noises for me already? I’m barely moving, pretty girl.” He teases lovingly. He sets a slow, loving pace, letting you feel every inch of him as he burrows into you.

As tough as he’s pretending to be right now, there’s already a layer of sweat peppering his brow. He’s fighting off the urge to fuck into you with wild abandon, knowing your body isn’t at its full strength. Fuck you’d be paying for this later, how dare you get sick? God when you get better he’s going to plow into you so fucking hard-

“Ken?” You call softly, “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty hard.” Concern drips off your every word and his grip on your waist tightens slightly before loosening again. Fuck you’re so sweet. Fuck, fuck, fuck… His chest starts to heave softly.

“I’m okay, just let me make you feel better, yeah?” He nods softly to himself, delving his hips 

against yours. With a gentle hand he slowly pulls your shirt up, revealing your gorgeous tits. His hands settle over them and slowly begin to knead the supple flesh as he tunnels into you. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he rocks his hips, dragging his lower lip between his teeth as he tries not to get lost in the overwhelming sensation of your syrupy walls.

His hips roll in sensual circles, swirling his thick cock deep inside you, digging into your special spots. He hugs you tightly, cuddle-fucking into you affectionately, kissing down your neck and shoulders as he gently ruts into you.

“Kenma, I can take it.” You whine softly, causing his hips to stutter. “I know you’re trying to be sweet, but I can handle it, I promise.”

“You’re still not feeling well, I don’t want to push your body too hard while you’re recovering.” He resumes his slow pace. Mentally patting himself on the back for not immediately caving at the request he is desperate to fulfill, he continues to give you steady thrusts. 

“But-”

“You’ll take what I give you.” He punctuates his sentence with a rougher thrust, causing you to gasp and clasp onto his shoulders. 

“Kenma… please!” Your voice is high and airy, causing him to let out a gravelly groan. “I just want you to-”

“Stop. Fucking. Whining.” He thrusts into you rougher, sliding his hands into yours. Intertwining your fingers, he pins your hands above your head. “Fuck I’m trying to be responsible, trying to take it easy on you. Why can’t you just listen?” He asks with mildly obscured frustration both at your pleading and himself for not being able to resist the temptation. 

He gives you sharper thrusts, pulling breathy moans from your throat. He leans down to give you a rough kiss, not slowing his pace. Pressing his forehead to yours, he looks into your eyes as he rails into you. Each thrust from his hips sending his cock plunging deeper than before, stretching you deliciously while he speared you on his girthy length.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” He pounded into you, deep thrusts driving you to babble nonsense while he fucked you into oblivion, pinning you down by your hands as you arched into each of his rough thrusts. His breath was ragged and his mind clouded with lust. He dropped your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, holding you still to hit the perfect angles to have you both gasping for air.

“I l-love you, Ken!” You clutched onto his shoulders as he drilled into you, his hips driving against yours with enough force to have the headboard smacking into the wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room, egging him on to rut into you harder.

“God you’re so fucking pretty and sweet…” He groans into your neck, his voice gradually getting that familiar whiny tone that came out when he got close. “I love you too, baby, so fucking much, you’re perfect…” You bit softly into his shoulder, trying to ground yourself as he pushed you closer and closer towards your high. 

“Kenma!” You let out a high-pitched whine as his tip rams into your sweet spot repeatedly. “Ken!” You claw at his back, toes curling as his thrusts become sloppier. He lets out a low grunt, ramming into you, his cock twitching eagerly as your walls begin to tighten and spasm around him.

“Go on,” He nips at your earlobe, “Cum for me, pretty girl.” With that your thighs are shaking, trembling as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. You tighten around him like a vice, squeezing his cock as his own climax catches up to him.

“Fuck, fuck!” He lets out a gravelly moan, gritting his teeth as he shoots thick, creamy ropes deep into you. He sways his hips softly, letting you milk his cock as he unloads stream after stream. He collapses against your chest, clearly more spent than you by this point. Letting out a soft whine he pulls back to look at you, golden eyes gazing into yours. His concern is written clearly across his face as he stares down at you; the lust-filled haze slowly clearing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, baby” he says immediately, his tone sweet and gentle “I got carried away, are you okay?” His brows tented together slightly, his words coming out with a bit of nervousness that you hadn’t heard from him since you two had first started dating.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You say softly, breathless. A sweet satisfied smile stretches across your lips. “I needed that.” You pant with a soft giggle. He wraps his arms gently around your neck, kissing over your face sweetly.

“I love you.” He laughs softly, just as breathless. His flat chest heaves with exertion. “So much…” He smiles, nuzzling his damp face against your neck

“I love you more.” You beam, kissing the top of his head, fingers reaching up to tangle in his messy hair. He kisses lazily at your jaw, nipping playfully. After a few minutes of scratching his scalp gently, soft snores leave Kenma’s lips as he drifts off to sleep. You laugh softly, snuggling him close. The two of you always took such good care of each other.

And when Kenma woke up the next morning with a fever, you were ready to tend to him with the same gentle care. (Only this time, you’d be on top!)

NEKOMANIAC © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, MODIFY, OR TRANSLATE

[n0rmal-cat]

Gawddd, I hate creepy crawlies sm 😫

When you're not busy, I request our dearest alien owners! Something themed around reader, maybe back on watermelon and garden's home planet, seeing a big ol' bug and freaking out hardcore due to having Entomophobia (fear of bugs/insects)

✨

The alien- fears and doubts

[reader out here being domesticated, also hiiii ✨😻 always love your asks]

Reader gets sunscreen rubbed into their skin. “Blah it smells”

“It smelling is a very small piece to pay so you won’t burn to ashes” garden replied

“Now remember don’t wander off outside the fence because then we can’t see you” watermelon had his hands on his hips looking down at reader.

“I’m not a child, I know what I’m doing?” Reader waved gardens hands off from their face.

“Now let me go so I can have some alone time” reader hopped down the giant steps.

“Alright! Be safe!” Garden yelled

Reader humph, it wasn’t like they were a child they knew how to take care of themselves dammit. They made their way to the gar-backyard of watermelon and garden plant house. It was overgrown and felt like they were stepping back in time on earth.

Reader started to study each new plant they came across, they were an astronaut after all, it's only natural for them to want to learn.

“Ha I bet no one else on earth has seen, they’re all gonna be so jealous…when I tell them about this…” they stopped walking.

Did they want to go home? They hadn’t felt these feelings for a long time. Earth was their home planet and its was where they grew up but those two…reader needed to sit down.

They sat at the base of one of the plants. They took a minute to look at what they were wearing shorts a neon harness and a sun hat. Were they going soft?

“I even let them put sunscreen on me?! I’m I stupid?” They put their knees up to their chest and closed their eyes.

They sat there for a few moments before they felt something move closer to them, “I’m fine guys I’m just tired so I say- what the fuck are you?!”

It was something similar to a bug on earth but it was massive and was way more sharper.

Their eyes widened in fear as they looked into its stupid face. A shiver ran down their spine as they imagined bugs crawling up their skin, into their ears, their mouth, their skin.

Reader hurry to their feet before slowly backing away.

The bug slowly follows as we’ll keeping the same pace as reader “p-please just back off, freak”

It opened its mouth and sprayed green acid beside reader's face, melting the plant behind them.

“Holy shit!!” They scream out then scramble back to the porch.

It chased them down pinning them to the floor with its sharp legs ripping into their clothes.

Reader struggled as its face got closer “stop get away from me!!” They cried trying to kick in off of them.

The harness they were wearing started to beep, not a moment later they were covered in green goop.

A figure stood above them, holding half of what was left of the bug.

They wiped goop off their face with a sniffle, two arms wrapped around them pulling them to their chest.

“Oh you poor thing…I knew we shouldn’t have left you alone out here before explaining what was out here to you”

The hand wipes the rest of the goo off reader. Reader shakes in their hold, not moving their head from gardens chest.

They rub readers back “dear, I’m gonna take them back to the ship”

Reader doesn’t hear a response other than the loud breathing.

Once inside the ship they were placed on the bathroom counter “are you hurt anywhere?” garden moves reader head around.

Reader looks up at them to respond but quickly flinches back in fear. “Reader, sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“I-I can’t look at you right now” it was the first time reader had ever shown fear in front of them, it made them even more worried.

“What do you- oh” they pause in realization as they touch their face “would you like me to put a mask on, I need to make sure your ok baby”

“I know…I’m sorry”

“You were scared huh?”

Reader pulled their knees to their chest “back on earth our bugs are small and stuff or at least smaller than whatever that was, but I’m still scared of them..”

“And that’s ok we’re all scared of something”

“When you’re an astronaut it’s not exactly expected…I was made fun of for it a lot back then”

“Well you're not on earth are you? Your home with us, why would we make fun of you”

Reader looked away in embarrassment

“How about this next time we land, we’ll make sure there’s nothing that look like ‘bugs’ there”

Reader was silent.

“You don’t have to, I’ll just be more careful next time. Plus I’m not scared of everything that looks like a bug” they smiled up at them

They smiled back “ok reader”

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

I'm not sure if you write angst or not, but if you do can you write the brothers (separately) and mc get into a big argument like a very heated one and the brothers says something like "im so fucking tired of you blah blah blah the next time i see you better be at your funeral" and then like a few hours later mc either dies or is like almost dead but survives you can pick 🫶🏿🫶🏿 FEEL FREE TO MODIFY(?) MY REQUEST AT ALL !! you don't have to write all of the brothers

Hello. Thank you for your request. Honestly it was a little hard for me to write this but I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: During a heated argument the brothers say that they wished MC would be dead but unfortunately their wish came true.

Contains: Angst, death mentions, blood mentions

GN!MC x each of the brothers

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

Be careful what you wish for

Lucifer

You were in the eldest's room. You and Lucifer were arguing. Recently you've been feeling suffocated by Lucifer's overprotectiveness so you decided to confront him about it.

-Lucifer, I'm tired of this! You're always all over me, always worrying, calling me, texting me.. I feel like I can't breathe! –You yelled, looking into Lucifer's red eyes which were burning with wrath.

-I'm doing this for your own good, MC! The Devildom isn't a safe place for humans like you! Not all demons here have good intentions. I'm trying to keep you alive! –Lucifer shouted back at you, his hands turning into fists.

-You can keep me alive without suffocating me like you are, you prideful bastard! –You yelled and pushed him back by his chest and that was it. The demon snapped. He took you by the collar, lifting you off of the ground and slamming you against the wall. His eyes could burn a hole through your forehead as he spoke.

-I'm so tired of dealing with your stubbornness, human! The next time I see you, you'd better be on your deathbed, because that's the only excuse I'll accept for this behavior! –Lucifer yelled and dropped you to the ground before leaving the room. You left the room as well.

After a few hours Lucifer is in his room pacing around. He knew he should've been more careful with you. He shouldn't have yelled at you like he did. And that caused for you not to come back home for the next few hours and the eldest was worried. Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo. The demon took a deep breath before answering the phone.

-Hello, Diavolo. What can I do for you? –He questioned in a calm manner.

-Lucifer, Lucifer! Come to the castle. Now! I don't know if MC is going to make it.. they got into an accident. Fast! –As the eldest heard Diavolo's words the colour drained from his cheeks. Hanging up the phone and grabbing his coat the demon rushed to the castle. He was welcomed by Barbatos who led him to the castle's hospital wing. What Lucifer saw next made his heart sink into his stomach. MC was laying unconscious on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors and Diavolo was holding their hand. Lucifer ran up to the bed, dropping to his knees before the bed and grabbing your hand. You looked horrible. Bandages all over your body, bruises and blood. It made Lucifer's heart break into tiny pieces. That's when suddenly the beeping from the heart rate monitor stuttered, a final, irregular beat, and then... silence. The thin green line on the monitor that had traced the heartbeat in peaks and valleys now flattened into a straight, unwavering line. Lucifer's breath hitched and a tear fell down his cheek.

-MC, NO! Please! I didn't mean anything of what I said! Please, MC! Stay with me, please! –The demon whined as he took your dead body into his trembling arms. The Avatar of Pride wasn't ready to lose another family member. He leaned down and pressed an uneasy kiss to your forehead, forging all of his power into it. And all of a sudden.. beep.. beep.. beep... The heart rate monitor showed signs of life once again. Lucifer's teary eyes widened as he looked at the thin line and then back at you. You opened your eyes, looking over at the eldest with a weary expression. The demon let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, pulling you tight against his body.

-MC, I'm so sorry.. please forgive me. This is all my fault.. Oh, my love, thank you for getting back to me.. thank you..

Mammon

The second-born was mired in debt once again. So you found yourself inside his room, yelling at him about the whole situation.

-Mammon you and your stupid gambling! Can't you see that you are mired in debt once again? And who is going to pay off these debts? Yes, Lucifer. But Lucifer can't always clean your messes! –You spoke, looking over at the demon, who looked extraordinary annoyed.

-I can't help it! Plus Lucifer has never had a problem paying off my debts! –He yelled.

-Oh you bet Lucifer doesn't have a problem. Oh yes he fucking does! –You respond, crossing your arms at your chest.

-Well I don't care. –Mammon speaks and looks away from you.

-How could you not care?! You need to learn to pay off your debts yourself, Mammon-

-Jesus fucking Christ, human! I'm sick of your nagging! Maybe if you were gone, I could finally live my life without you breathing down my neck! –The demon cut you off and upon hearing his words you rolled your eyes and left the room.

Hours later Mammon was sitting on his bed, thinking about the argument when he gets an unexpected phone call. It was Lucifer. The Avatar of Greed was ready to hang up but then remembered what happened the last time he did so he picked up the phone.

-Yeah? Lucifer, what's up?

-Mammon, come to the living room. One of your goddamn debt collectors found MC and beat them to death. You have some explaining to do you, idiot! –The eldest hung up before Mammon could even speak. The second-oldest's heart sinks as he runs to the living room where he sees all of the brothers gathered around Lucifer who was holding MC in his arms. They looked completely beat. There were bruises and blood all over their body. Mammon's eyes widened and he ran up to you, putting his palms to the sides of your head, tilting it towards himself.

-MC! What happened?? MC! Please! Don't die! Please! MC stay with me! I didn't mean a word I said, ya hear me? –The Avatar of Greed yelled and you managed to nod slowly. You didn't die (which Mammon was thankful for) but your recovery took a while.

Leviathan

You and the third-born were playing games together in his room. But as time went on things took a more serious turn. The demon began complaining about his life, saying how useless he was and how no one cared about him.

-Levi, it's not like that. You aren't worthless.. –You tried to tell him but the demon was blinded by his self depriving thoughts.

-No! I'm a useless otaku that nobody cares for! –Leviathan shouted and gripped his hair. You were tired of how he was talking about himself, you nearly snapped.

-Leviathan, stop talking like that about yourself. Nothing of that is right. Nothing! –You yelled and the Avatar of Envy moved his gaze towards you.

-You don't understand any of this! Why don't you just disappear already? The only time I'd want to see you again is when you're lying cold and dead, at least then I wouldn't have to deal with your bullshit of an opinion! –Your eyes widened at his words and you took a deep breath before leaving the room.

Hours later Leviathan is sitting in his chairs staring at the countless messages he sent you. But the thing that was worrying him the most was that you hadn't answered any of them. He bit his lip and dragged his hands over his face. Suddenly he got a call. It was from Satan. Levi grabbed his phone and picked up the phone before bringing it to his ear.

-Y-yeah, Satan? –Leviatan questioned before hearing a sob from the other side of the phone. The demon's eyes widened.

-S-satan?

-Levi, MC is d-dead.. Solomon found them laying on the street.. they were ran over a car.. Levi, come to the entrance hall... –Leviathan's eyes widened at the news, a sob threatening to find its way out of his lips. The demon ran to the entrance hall as Satan had told him. The sight broke his heart. MC was laying on the floor, blood dripping out of multiple parts of their body. Their eyes were open but they weren't showing any signs of breathing. They were dead. Solomon was talking to the eldest which was barely containing his tears while Satan and Asmodeus were on their knees before the dead body. Leviathan ran up to you, shaking you in an attempt to wake you up but it was pointless. You were already dead. The demon stood there, staring at your motionless body before bringing a hand to close your eyes.

-MC!.. no.. it's.. it's all my fault.. I shouldn't have said all that.. I shouldn't have let you go.. but now it's too late. Goodbye, MC.. I l-love you.. and I always will.

Satan

The fourth-born was caught while trying to prank Lucifer, which ended up as a long lecturing session from the eldest. And now you were in Satan's room trying to calm him down since he was blinded by rage. But you were unsuccessful.

-Satan, calm down! You know Lucifer has always caught you with these pranks! Calm down! –You talk to him but he growls once again.

-Okay but why did he have to lecture me for 2 hours!! Two our of my precious time that I could spend reading! That fucking bastard! He'll pay for this! –The fourth-born yellednand threw one of the books that was laying on his bed over at the wall.

-Satan! Stop that! It's nothing serious! –You reassure him as you try to take his hand but he shoves it away.

-It is fucking serious..! Why does he ALWAYS manage to catch me and end up YELLING at me!?! Why does nobody ever yell at HIM?! Grrr –Satan shouted once again which made you snap.

-Satan! I'm so tired of this!! Why do you always have to get so irritated over the smallest thing!? Can't you control your temper? You've been around for who-knows-how-long and yet you still can't control your temper! –You yell at the demon which looks at you with angry eyes before turning into his demon form.

-Well if you can't put up with me and my wrath you'd be better off dead! And let me tell you. I'd love to see you dead! –He yells back as he stares deep into your eyes. You scoff and leave the room as fast as you can.

Hours later the fourth-born finally managed to calm down and when he did he finally realised what a grave mistake he'd made. The demon tried focusing on the book he was reading but his thoughts were occupied by you. Were you okay? Are you still mad at him? That's when the demon got a text from Mammon.

Mammon: "Satan, this is bad! Come to the living room! MC came home injured!" Upon reading his brother's text his heart sinks in and he rushes to the living room where he sees you, cuddled up into Asmo's arms as Lucifer treats your wounds. There were tears running down your cheeks which broke Satan's heart. Mammon was pacing nervously around the room while Beel was eating a sandwich with a gloomy look on his face. Satan walked up to you and took your hand in his.

-MC, What happened..? –He asks in a gentle mannerz noticing the hesitation in your voice as you answer him.

-I got into a fight.. –You mutter and look away, hissing as Lucifer rubs alcohol onto another one of your wounds.

-I... I'm sorry, MC.. if I had only been there for you, you wouldn't be in this situation right now.. please forgive me.. –The fourth-born mutters, shooting a hopeful look your way.

-Of course I forgive you, Satan.

Asmodeus

The fifth-born has been all over you recently. You could never find yourself alone. Asmo was practically glued to your side. You would sit in your room, studying and Asmodeus would be there, brushing your hair. You would be walking to RAD with Asmo glued to you. You would spend time with the others and the fifth-born would always have his arms around you. You want to shower in peace? Good luck with that. Asmo would either join you immediately or stare at you while you showered. It was getting too much so you decided to confront him.

-Asmo, you can't always be glued to me! I understand that we are in a relationship and all but your constant attention is driving me nuts! –You yell as you look at the fifth-born's nonchalant expression while he paints his nails

-I just can't keep my hands off of you, hon. You know that. –He answered without even looking at you.

-It's getting too much, Asmodeus! I want some time for myself! –You yelled and threw a pillow at him, which caused him to mess up his nail polish. The demon snapped and looked over at you with an angry expression.

-MC, that's enough! I messed up my nail polish because of you! Maybe if you were dead I wouldn't have to always listen to your complaints about the attention I give you! –He yells as he grips the bottle of nail polish remover and a little cloth to clean up the messed up nail. You left the room upon hearing his words.

A few hours later the fifth-born is sitting in the bath, thinking about the things he said to you and that he should probably give you more time alone when suddenly his phone buzzes. He takes it and picks up the phone.

-Yeah, Lucifer, dear?

-Asmodeus.. –The eldest takes a deep breath– MC was found dead.. Apparently they were buying some cosmetics probably a gift for you, considering there is a letter, addressed to you along with it. They were brutally murdered.. –Lucifer's voice hitches before hanging up the phone, to prevent the fifth-born from hearing his sob. Asmodeus immediately gets out of the bath, putting on the closest clothes he saw and ran to the entrance hall where he saw your dead body, covered in blood, laying next to a bag of cosmetics. Lucifer was on his knees before you, looking at you with a devastated look. The fifth-born's heart sank as he ran up to you.

-MC! Sweetheart wake up! Please wake up! He kneeled down before you, taking your hand in his.

-MC, please.. I didn't mean what I said! You know that, MC! Please! –He begged and sobbed, gripping your hand tighter but it was too late. You were gone forever. As for the letter.. Asmo took it after a few minutes of grief. In it you were saying how sorry you were and that you enjoyed his attention and affection no matter what. Asmodeus sobbed while reading each word. Upon finishing reading the letter he brought it to his chest, hugging the thin paper. It was the only thing he had left, related to you.

Beelzebub

The sixth-born has been neglecting you lately. He was only thinking about food, always eating and looking for food. When you'd ask him to spend more time with you he'd come up with an excuse that he was hungry and would immediately leave you alone to go find himself more food. So you finally decided to confront him. You walked into the kitchen, finding him looking inside the fridge while eating a hell tomato.

-Beel, we need to talk. –You speak up and the demon looks over at you with a questioning gaze.

-Yeah, MC? What's up? –He says as he takes a bite out of the tomato.

-Beel, I'm tired of this. I need more attention! You always neglect me! And instead of spending time with me you eat! It's always food and never me! –You yell and cross your arms at your chest, while looking at the demon who seems conflicted.

-But, MC you know that I'm constantly hungry.. that's why I always think about food but I'm not neglecting you. –He speaks and takes another bite out of the tomato.

-See this?!? Even when we try to have a regular conversation you are always eating! –You shout and shake your head before looking back at Beelzebub. The demon was fed up. He couldn't understand why you were acting like this. After all you knew he was like this.

-MC, you know what? Maybe if you were gone I wouldn't have to argue with you right now and instead I could just go back to eating.. –He speaks in a harsher tone and looks back at the fridge. You leave the room angrily upon hearing the demon's words.

A few hours later Beel was in his room, working out and rethinking the things he said to you. He used some harsh words that he didn't even think he was capable of saying. Suddenly you walk into the room. You wanted to buy the sixth-born some food from Hell's kitchen as an apology for your sudden outburst when two demons caught you and beat you up. When Beel saw you his eyes widened and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around your body as you hissed upon his gesture.

-MC, what happened?! You look hurt... Are you okay? –He asks in a gentle voice as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

-I wanted to buy you some food.. when.. when.. two demons beat me up and took all of it.. I'm sorry, Beel.. –You whined and cried softly into his arms.

-No, MC.. don't be sorry.. it's my fault.. You were right. I should spend more time with you.

Belphegor

Lately the seventh-born has been neglecting his duties and instead of doing his student council work he'd always sleep. One day you decided to talk to him about it so you walked inside the attic where you thought he might be and smiled upon seeing him sleeping on the bed.

-Belphie, wake up.. I have to talk to you about something.. –You said as you walked up to Belphegor's sleeping form and caressed his cheek.

-Mhmm.. hm..? MC? What's up? –The demon murmurs with a groggy voice as he rises from his slumber.

-We need to talk.. –You say and sit across him on the bed.

-Yeah, MC? What's wrong? –He asks before yawning.

-You have been neglecting your duties.. you're always sleeping instead of doing your work.. –You say and the demon's expression turns serious.

-Yes because I need more sleep. You sound like Lucifer, MC. Stop that. It's irritating. –He speaks and leans on the headboard of the bed.

-Oh so now it's irritating? Do you think you should be the one being irritated? Or me? Because Lucifer has been making ME do your job. –You speak and look over at the demon who seems close to drifting off again.

-Well then stop doing it. Lucifer can do it himself. –He says and yawns once again.

-I can't say no to him! You know how he is! Plus he is overworked. I don't want to make him work more. –You yell at the demon and he looks at you with an irritated look before speaking.

-MC, leave me alone! I'm so tired of your constant nagging. Maybe the next time I see you, you should be in a coffin, so I can finally get some peace!! –Your eyes widen at his words and you leave the room, before you say something harsher to the demon.

A few hours later Belphegor was awakened from his phone ringing. He groaned before picking up.

-Yeah? –The demon spoke as he rubbed his eyes.

-Belphie I have some horrible news... MC.. they.. they passed away.. someone pushed them off a cliff... Lucifer doesn't let us see the body.. so we can only see them during the funeral.. –The voice of the fourth-born echoed in Belphie's ears as his heart sank. He proceeded to cry and blame himself for what happened. After two days all of the demon brothers are in black, surrounding MC's coffin as they bury it into the ground.

-I never meant what I said, MC.. it's all my fault... I hope you can forgive me.. and.. I love you.. –Belphegor sobs as he places a rose over your coffin.

[catilinas]

he literally had to read the phaedo TWICE

[kendyzzlewp]

you can do it with a broken heart

summary: jackson broke up with you for no reason, so now you try to survive residency while working at the same place. but you’re a real though bitch, you can handle your shit

tags: fem!reader, jackson avery, angsty, ttpd

tw: mentions of su!c!de

—-

“You seem… okay.”

You looked at Meredith who was staring at you with a concerned expression. You shrugged, spitting the toothpaste from your mouth into the sink.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, grabbing a towel and wiping your face from any minty residue.

Meredith narrowed her eyes on you. “Well,” she said, entering the bathroom fully. “Avery dumped you.”

Your heart sank at the mention of him. You shook your head, forcing a smile. “So? It’s not the end of the world. He’s literally just a guy and I dumped him.”

Alex entered the bathroom, pushing past you to get to the sink. You locked eyes in the mirror and he shook his head.

“Pretty boy was not just a guy,” he grumbled, grabbing his razor. “He was like your person or twin or whatever it was you called him.”

Meredith hummed in agreement, sitting on the toilet with her eyes fixed on you. “He wasn’t just a guy, he was your guy.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Your stomach twisting like a wet rag at the topic of conversation. It had been two weeks since Jackson decided to end things after months and months of the stupid will they, won’t they dance. It wasn’t even a viable reason, he needed to focus on plastics and you needed to focus on cardio. It wasn’t you, it was him. After the boards things were going to be different.

Blah blah blah.

“I’m fine,” you said in a failed attempt to convince both of them and maybe even yourself.

Because you were the complete opposite of fine. You were completely ruined. They were right. Jackson wasn’t just a guy, he was the love of your life. Your best friend and one random fight escalated to the point where you turned back to strangers.

Derek popped his head in the bathroom, catching your eye with a sympathetic smile. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine!” you exclaimed, pushing past him to get to your room. “Perfectly, fine.”

——

“You gotta fake it, till you make it,” Arizona said as she masterfully dissected a burst appendix. “Break ups suck. The important thing is though that you win, you have higher ground.”

You had the faking part down, now making it? That’s a whole different story.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, your eyes on the cavity in front of you. That seemed to be your new phrase lately, it had variations but fine was becoming your old faithful.

For some reason, you decided to look up at the gallery. Your eyes meet green ones. So green yet so blue at the same time. Like a watercolor painting of a beach paradise. You swallowed the lump that blocked your throat. Knowing the intercom was turned on by the red light, you decided to prove it once and for all.

“I actually have a date,” you lied, your eyes darting back to Arizona’s hand as she finished sewing up the kid.

She looked up at the gallery with wide eyes before landing her eyes on you. “A date? With who?”

“Um…” you racked your brain trying to come up with a convincing answer, your eyes briefly meeting Jackson’s. “A lawyer…yeah.”

Arizona dropped the subject when the monitor started beeping wildly, the attention shifting towards the patient. You look up at the gallery again. He was gone.

You’re fine.

—

“He said he’d loved me all his life,” you sobbed one into your arm one night at Joe’s. Lexie rubbed your back sympathetically. “He lied.”

She sighed, passing you another napkin. “You are going to be just fine,” she said, taking your drink away. “No more tequila for you though.”

You shook your head, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile. “I can handle this, this is nothing.”

——

“It’s kind of ironic,” Alex said one day, watching you repair an aortic aneurysm in the gallery. “She wants to fix hearts for a living but can’t get her own shit together.”

Cristina mumbled an agreement, her eyes focused on the surgery. April shook her head, feeling sad for her friend.

Meredith shrugged. “She says she’s fine,” she said, taking a bite of her apple. “If that was me, I would’ve drowned myself in the bathtub by now.”

Cristina raised an eyebrow, turning back to look at her. “That was you and you did almost drowned.”

“She’s on the verge of a mental breakdown,” Lexie said, her eyes focused on a medical journal. “It’s a matter of time.”

“Avery is a dumbass,” Alex stated, earning a chorus of agreement from the rest of the residents.

All of them were blissfully unaware that Jackson was standing at the entrance of the library. His eyes focused on you as you performed your magic. The way you laughed as you bantered with Altman. His heart sank.

He really was a dumbass for letting you go.

__

You sat in the gallery with the rest of the group, your eyes focused on the surgery below. You mentally took notes. You hadn’t slept in days, food would not stay down no matter how much you tried.

The anxiety ate away at you constantly. The emptiness follows you everywhere you go. The hospital became your home as you dreaded going to bed alone.

Jackson entered the gallery, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You still couldn’t be in the same room as him, no matter how cool you tried to play it. With a curt nod, you stood up.

As the tension mounted within you, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over, causing you to sway slightly in your place at the gallery. Cristina, noticing your unsteadiness, reached out a hand to steady you.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.

You forced a smile, nodding weakly. "Yeah, just a little tired," you replied, though the lie tasted bitter on your tongue.

Lexie glanced up, furrowing her brow at your demeanor. "Are you sure?" she remarked, her voice tinged with worry.

Before you could respond, Meredith interjected, concern evident in her eyes as she set her half-eaten apple aside. "Maybe you should take a break, get some fresh air," she suggested, her tone gentle yet firm.

“I just need to leave,” you whispered, hurrying out of the cramped room.

You’re fine.

—

“Hey.”

You looked up from your study notes. Jackson stood in front of you, shifting from one leg to the other. His hand gripping the strap of his backpack tightly.

Your heart was pounding. “Yeah?” You cautiously asked, closing your notebook.

“I just wanted to check in on you,” he admitted, taking a step closer. “You looked rough in the gallery earlier.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Anger, hurt, longing—each fighting for dominance as you struggled to maintain your composure.

"I'm fine," you replied, the words coming out more sharply than you intended. "Just a rough day."

Jackson's expression softened, his eyes searching yours for a hint of the turmoil raging within. "You know you can talk to me, right?" he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know you. I know you haven’t been eating or sleeping. Meredith told me you barely go home nowadays.”

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, surprising even yourself. "Talk?" you scoffed, the words dripping with sarcasm. "About what, exactly? How you broke my heart?"

His eyes widened, a pained expression crossing his features. "I never meant to hurt you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I was doing what was best for both of us."

"Best for both of us?" you repeated, incredulous. "How is dumping me, without a single good explanation, the best for me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blinked them back, refusing to let him see your pain. "You don't get to waltz back into my life and act like everything's okay," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I'm not your consolation prize, Jackson."

He reached out a hand, as if to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of his betrayal still too fresh. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. I just... I thought it would be easier this way."

"Easier for who?" you shot back, your anger simmering just below the surface. "Not for me, that's for sure."

With a heavy sigh, Jackson took a step back, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine. I'll leave you alone," he said, his voice filled with resignation. "But just know that I'm here if you ever need me."

As he turned to walk away, you felt a pang of regret, a part of you longing for the comfort of his presence. But you pushed it aside, steeling yourself against the pain. You had survived his absence once; you could do it again.

You’re good. You can do it with a broken heart.

[femsolid]

Sometimes I answer to someone commenting on a post of mine and they respond with the most idiotic and out of touch response and I'm like oh yeah, there are men on this website I forgot. I just keep assuming I'm talking with women so I expect a meaningful exchange with intelligent arguments and advices and keep getting shocked by weird sociopathic responses that make me remember that men exist. It's the tone, the writing as if their feelings are facts, the systematic gaslighting, the over-explaining because they assume you know less than they do, this baby tyrant attitude, just looking around distributing judgement and imaginary punishments, the victim blaming and the overused talking points we've heard our entire lives because their personalities are interchangeable. Robots. That's what it feels like. Like talking to a robot. Genuinely. I feel like my intelligence is being insulted just reading their mediocre thoughts and opinions. And they have thoughts and opinions about everything don't they? Blah blah blah. Beep beep beep. Someone pulls the plugs on those robots for goodness sake.

[write-here-n-now]

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 1031 | G. Angst| Pt. 5/? | *Jeonghan's POV*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

“Wait Y/N!”

He watches you run away. He couldn’t let you get away for a second time.

His feet are stuck once again to the floor of campus hallway, everyone staring at him, as he stands unmoving and staring at your receding figure.

It’s not until Seungcheol literally slaps his back that he snaps out of the trance of tracking your disappearance.

“GO! What are you waiting for?”

His brain finally decides to comprehend the situation and instead of shutting down, his feet get the memo to follow your steps, picking up the pace as he races down the hall.

He reaches outside and sees you in the distance getting onto the local bus—well timed for your getaway.

He has a clue as to where you might be heading so he turns around to go find Seungcheol again, he had to catch up to you and he couldn’t afford to make the same mistake a third time.

He finds Seungcheol in the same hallway talking to some people, but he lifts his head to see Jeonghan fast approaching him.

“Did you chicken out again?” Seungcheol, despite only being a few months older always had a way to make Jeonghan feel like he was being scolded by a parent.

“I need your keys!”

“What?”

Jeonghan, in a clear immediate rush, starts to pat down Seungcheol trying to locate the keys to the car.

“Hold on hold on, stop frisking me!” Seungcheol swats away Jeonghan’s hands.

Reaching into the front right pocket of his jeans, he pulls out the keys but before he can even begin to offer them, Jeonghan’s hand snatches them out of his hand and dashes, without Seungcheol even able to fully comprehend the scene.

“AT LEAST SAY ‘THANK YOU’!” Seungcheol shouts after the already long-gone Jeonghan.

He doesn’t think he’s ever run so fast in his life; he knows his destination is too far otherwise he may have just run after the bus you were currently seated in.

It takes him a bit to locate the whereabouts of Seungcheol’s car, running down the aisles to locate the familiar silver hood of his friend’s car, finally choosing to click the automatic lock button before hearing its beeps coming from his far-left side.

There is a rush in every action, fumbling with the seatbelt as he enters the driver’s seat and reverses at record speed. If he was even a little bit of a bad driver, the way in which he had reversed surely would have dinged a few cars, but muscle memory was hard to let go, even in a rush.

Speeding out of the parking lot, his patience wears thin at the sheer amount of stop signs littered to simply get off the campus grounds, but he can’t risk being ticketed just because he can’t wait a few seconds.

He has a clear image of his destination, a route he knows by heart—praying he gets to you as quickly as humanly possible.

Drumming his fingers on top of the steering wheel, he waits for the main road signal to change colours, the jittering inside his body can’t seem to rest even for a moment, the idea of sprinting to you still lingering in his mind.

Luckily the light changes before he can bolt out of the car.

He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off how long it was taking to get to his destination. Turning the dial of the volume, the radio turns on and he adjusts the radio dial until it reaches the preferred station.

“This next song is a beloved, blah blah blah”

He pays no mind to the DJ’s explanation, busy trying to turn his brain away from the anxiety of missing his chance to explain himself to you and the fear of not getting to you as soon as possible.

The dialogue is a blur, but he feels his stomach flutter as he hears the familiar tune of the guitar, your favourite song.

“Wise men say…”

“Only fools rush in…”

“But I can’t help”

“Falling in love with you…”

--------

“Jeonghan come on, let me play a song”

“I’m driving so I get to choose”

“Please please please please please please please”

His eyes roll at your consistency, unable to deny your demands as your lips turn into a pout and eyes widen like a puppy.

“...fine.”

You waste no time connecting your phone and starting your favourite song.

The stereo plays out a familiar guitar strumming before Elvis’ deep voice sounds through the speakers.

“WISE MEN SAY~”

You couldn’t contain yourself whenever the song played, eager to immerse yourself in the feeling of being in love and giddiness that the smooth love song filled in your stomach.

Turning your body, you sing to Jeonghan, giggling when he looks forward uninterested in your antics and ignoring your private concert.

When you sing louder, he attempts to stick his hand over your mouth but you’re quicker and dodge, turning away from him laughing out loud, eyes closed, attempting to compose yourself enough to continue the sing-along.

The car comes to a halt at a red light as you reach the bridge. Singing your heart out, you use Jeonghan’s right arm and hand as a microphone, moving it along serenading the surrounding traffic audience.

Turning his head, he feels that darn tug. He couldn’t help the grin that carved itself onto his lips.  

He thinks that life couldn’t be any better, listening to you belt your favourite love song as if nothing mattered more, and nothing did.

The honk from a behind , snaps him out of his daydream. Turning his attention back to the road and you finish off the song with some personal adlibs.

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“..For I…can’t help”

“Falling in love with you…”

He looks ahead, his heart fluttering at the familiar memory but how he wishes you were here next to him, singing the song.

He shakes his head ridding the memory, trying to focus on the road ahead and the path to his destination. He turns off the radio letting the silence consume the car, he can’t dwell further on what he should’ve done before, only on what he had to do now.

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this is abt ur Darry and soda shit talking headcanons

- soda would definitely get all the teen gossip working at the DX… he flashes a smile and the girls start spilling everything about everyone

- it’ll be things like “oh did you hear so and so broke up with blah blah because cheated on her with her best friend” or “everyone things lalala is secretly hooking up with bleep bloop and is having his baby”

-and then when soda is telling Darry this at night, Darry is going like oh shit, no way and I knew he was an ass while snacking

- Darry’s gossip comes from all the guys at work and them being much older will have all the adult gossip

- “apparently Mr and Mrs *insert name* are having issues again because his mom is back in town” and “did you hear that *music notes* got trashed at the bar after he found out his business is going bankrupt”

- and soda adds all these dramatic gasps and makes snarky remarks

- they don’t ever include pony because they just don’t think he’s interested in gossip let alone bad mouthing people behind their backs, besides he should be focusing on school and his grades

- until one night pony comes out his room and grabs water from the kitchen, overhearing both of them sharing their respective gossip… he stops by the living room to inform them that they’re information is wrong and it was actually “beep who is being cheated on with her best friend except it’s because she refuses to wear his varsity jacket since he never washes it” and “Mr and Mrs *insert name* already were divorced which is why his mom is back in town and that’s why lalala is acting out and secretly hooking up with bleep bloop”

- he says it so nonchalantly but at the same time with the trashiest, lewdest, most raunchy language ever “oh and lalala is definitely pregnant but it’s not bleep bloops child, it’s his older brother’s”

- and then he takes his water and goes back to his room while soda and Darry gape at him

- they scramble to pony who is now reading a book in bed and demand he tells them more

- now all three of them shittalk about the town gossip together, soda and darry bring the gossip they heard at work and pony fact checks it, adding more and more context

I’m telling you Ponyboy is one of those guys who everyone forgets is in the room or listening and just runs their mouth. As somebody who is one of those people YOU LEARN SO MUCH.

Soda will be flirting with a girl at the DX and the second he catches a whiff of drama he’s turning on all the charm to get them to stay and tell him the whole story 😭

Darry is easily the biggest just shit talker. This man has THOUGHTS. He’s also the most logical about it of the three and usually is the one who makes some major breakthrough.