#but I'll just hate myself for not trying or not sticking with it

[strawberry-jackalope]

my internship is gonna make my hair fall out from stress, I just know it

[dandyshucks]

okay stressful event done, hopefully i can be calm and normal again starting tomorrow 🙏

everyone put your lucky clovers and horseshoes together for me to hope that I did not get covid because I was the ONLY PERSON IN THE ENTIRE VICINITY WEARING A MASK. OUT OF 200 ISH PEOPLE. FUCK !

[thebibliosphere]

Whenever I get a particularly nasty message, I always check to see if they're following me first. Nine times out of ten, they're not. But they're also, unfortunately, the same people who feel entitled to send me multiple messages in a row, most of them heavily steeped in the language of moralization and purity.

Like whenever I talk about painkillers or pain management, I always get a handful of well-meaning people who are maybe new to my blog or are just young, asking me if I've tried diet/exercise/meditation, etc.

Sometimes I'll respond to them. Other times I'll just ignore them because I get those kinds of messages so often it's like white noise, and maybe part of me hopes if they stick around on my blog, they'll learn it through exposure via my incessant bitching.

When you see me responding to someone offering that kind of advice, it's either because I'm at my fucking limit or because I'm hoping it's a teachable moment and an otherwise seemingly nice person might unlearn some harmful biases.

The people who don't follow me are not interested in any kind of conversation on the subject. They do, however, feel the most qualified to tell me, someone they didn't know existed until one of my posts crossed their dash, how to manage my life, everything I'm doing wrong, and why I'm a bad person.

And for them, my disability is proof that I am a bad person because they view health as a moral issue.

If you're sick, it's because you don't exercise enough, don't eat the right foods, don't pray enough, don't do enough. They genuinely believe that if they say and do all the right things, like a Good Person, they'll never get sick.

It's their security blanket against the harsh reality that anyone is one bad day away from disability. One faulty gene, one bad infection, one bad accident away from a life-long diagnosis. And if they do get sick, it's a test. A challenge to be overcome with Willpower as they learn the True Meaning of Life.

It can never just be a simple fact of life that sickness happens. That disability exists without a moral reason.

And it's suffocating.

Day in, day out. Folks who don't know me from fucking Eve telling me I'm being punished. Not always as outright as that. They don't always use that word. But sometimes I appreciate it when they do because at least then they're being honest. They're not couching it in the softer language of leftist circles. Not hiding it behind concern.

Because the truth is, there are just as many folks who think they're liberal and enlightened who'd be happy if disabled people just stopped existing. They don't like thinking about us because it makes them think about themselves. About their own fragility and mortality, and they hate that. They hate that there's something they can't control with their thoughts and actions. That they can't moralize their way out of.

Honestly, it's a relief when people are just cunts about it because I can hit the block button, safe in the knowledge that they were never the kind of person who would see me as a person. But when it's some 20yo kid with their pronouns, orientation, and "ACAB" in their profile spouting the same kind of moralization, sometimes even with the language of eugenics, it feels like such a betrayal. Like a loss.

And perhaps if I wasn't multiply disabled, I'd have the energy to pull them back. To tell them why they're wrong and hope like hell they realize what they're doing is harmful. But then, if I wasn't disabled, they wouldn't be messaging me, so I wouldn't be dealing with it.

I wouldn't be expected to use my existence as a teachable moment to spoon-feed them compassion. But I am, and I do. When I can. Not always with the grace that's warranted. Not always with the thought and compassion I ought to. (And I don't; I acknowledge that. I'm prone to anger and off-the-cuff remarks that are hurtful too. Though I try to keep most of it to myself or save it for therapy.)

Basically, if you've made it this far through the TED talk, don't be fucking cunts to disabled people. Don't tell chronically ill people to try yoga. Don't moralize pain relief. Suffering is not noble.

You need to kill the cop and the priest in your head telling you otherwise.

And also if you're the nice people sending me nice messages. Thank you. It helps cushion all of *gestures* this.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

This is a fandom related thing. I will say that right off the bat, but I needed a few extra opinions on this since it feels like I am alone on this.

AITA for killing off my OC in a group rp?

For some context, I (using the name Snow for myself) joined a group rp with some other people where we would come up with a plot together. Everyone would be using original characters (OCs) It was agreed that the things that happened would be voted on, but people were not allowed to control what other people did with their OCs. It is the whole "my oc, my rules" thing. For those who don't get it, it basically means that since the oc is yours, only you get to decide what happens to them.

To the story. I had plans I wanted to do with my OC. I wrote her to be someone who was secretly working for the villains and was only tricking the others into thinking she was their friend. The only other people who were aware of this were the moderators, and they had approved of it.

What was the problem then you may be wondering? Well the problem was that another member, I'll just call them Star, had said that they had gotten an emotional attachment to my OC. Which I personally found weird, so I typically tried not to be stuck alone with them.

When it came to reveal the plot twist with my oc, Star had a freak out upon finding out. They started crying and complaining that it wasn't right to do that and they could not picture "their" emotional support character doing that. The other members decided to comfort Star. They always sided with Star and acted like they were oh so special. The others were saying that this was all just a joke and that it wasn't actually going to happen. "It is just a joke right, Snow?" they had said.

And I replied with. "No. It's not a joke. My oc has been working with the villains the whole time."

Star's response was to have a meltdown over it, saying that I was out to hurt them and ruin their day. So I ended up getting a message from the moderators asking me to change my OC's backstory as to not upset Star further. They ended up telling Star that it would be changed to just having my OC be mind controlled the whole time.

This was not something I agreed with, but I pretended to play along begrudgingly. I hated that the group decided to treat my OC like she belonged to Star. But I played along and came up with my own idea. There was a plot point that came up in the rp that would have someone die off, so I took it as my opportunity to kill off my own OC. If I wasn't allowed to do what I had planned for her initially, then she wasn't going to stick around anymore.

After I killed her off, Star logged off and vanished for an entire 3 days. All the other members constantly messaged them to try and get a response from her, but they did not answer until they returned. When they logged on, they said that they had to a panic attack over what had happened and felt hurt that I would do that.

I just responded with "my oc, my rules. I quit this group." Then I quickly went through and deleted every little bit of information I had shared about my OC with that group before leaving their discord. After, I got a lot of messages from all the members, about sending the information so that Star could continue playing with my OC since she was their comfort character and it wasn't fair I was doing this to them especially after their panic attack. I said no and blocked everyone who had asked me that.

Sure I feel bad that they had a panic attack, but I felt betrayed that everyone else was willing to bend the rules for them and allow them to control my OC. Even if I no longer use said OC, I still wouldn't let them have her. This is still my property and I stand by the "my oc, my rules" thing.

So AITA for killing off my OC?

What are these acronyms?

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 4

Part 3

"And you said yes?", Robin said, her voice impressively even.

"I did", Steve said, phone on speaker as he got ready for work. "I figure, if he's going to have a sugar baby, might as well be me, right? I think this is the universe giving me a break."

"Okay, yeah, sure, until he takes you out and gets you involved in like drugs or something, or takes his anger out on you when he doesn't win a Grammy or something. Or worse, you're a mistress and his actual spouse comes for revenge. OR you actually get really involved with him, help him get even more famous, have very talented children, but then his drug running gets you arrested and when you get out of jail he acts like he doesn't know you and estranges your children!"

Steve paused in putting on his shoes, grinning. "You've been watching Empire."

"Terrence did Taraji so dirty Steve."

"But not enough to learn their characters' names. I need you to catch up so we can watch season 2 together." It hurt being away from her. Before, whenever one of them started obsessing over a show, they could literally sit down and put aside one of their days off to binge a bunch of episodes.

"Sorry, let's get back to you dating a rockstar? Steve? Steve."

"We're not dating. He's just gonna text me whenever he wants to fuck. That's it. He might buy me something nice from time to time." Steve grabbed his keys and went out the door, nearly stepping on something left on the floor in front of it.

"Okay, yeah, sure, but isn't this the reason you cut your parents out? Did they want this exact life for you?", Robin asked.

"No, this is totally different. For one thing, Eddie doesn't want commitment. He doesn't want kids out of me. And even if I attend events with him, I'm just arm candy, but you know, in a good way."

"There's a bad way to be arm candy?"

Steve thought back to the functions he had to go to when still under his parents' thumb. There was definitely a bad way to hang off someone's arm like a decoration. He looked to the little box in his hand. No note, but it had clearly been placed in front of his apartment.

He opened it and found an expensive looking watching inside. The face was a cool navy blue color. He didn't need a card to know who it was from.

"Eddie's different from the guys my parents wanted", Steve said. "And when it's over, I'll at least have something to show for it."

"Just don't be stupid about this, dingus. If this goes sideways, I won't be close by to save your ass."

"Noted", Steve said as he closed the box and continued on his way to work.

-------------------

The next time Eddie texted him, it was to go to lunch. It was a more casual setting than before, but still a pretty high end sushi restaurant.

"I must admit, I called you here under false pretenses, Steve", Eddie said as they sat in a booth.

Steve smiled at his serious tone. "I gathered, given our whole arrangement." Being taken out somewhere was typically a prelude for something intimate later, even in a normal relationship. When Eddie asked him out, Steve full expected sex. He wasn't complaining, last time had been very nice. He wondered how long until Eddie sent a simple 'u up?' booty call.

"I have to attend some fancy lunch meeting in a couple days and they're taking us to a sushi place", Eddie started to explain. "Problem is, I hate sushi."

"...Did you...are we here to train your taste buds or something?", Steve asked.

Eddie nodded. "These are some pretty important people and I can't sit there and tell them my favorite fish is whatever they use for fish sticks."

"Pretty sure it's cod."

"What? Nevermind. I just need to get one of everything and force myself to acquire a taste for it", Eddie said, eyes narrowing in focus at the menu.

Steve smiled. It was cute how serious he was being. He thought back to previous gatherings when some alpha would try and force a drink on him or when the hors d'oeuvres being served weren't to his liking.

"Want some advice?", he offered, continuing when Eddie nodded with his big Bambi eyes, "Instead of forcing yourself to like something, you should be able to say why you don't like something."

"Sounds like complaining", Eddie said, putting the menu down.

"No, you sound cultured", Steve clarified. "Watch." He cleared his throat and held up his glass of water. "Thank you for offering, but I only drink water from a natural spring. I prefer Canadian or Icelandic, but I'll take Swedish if you have it. Nothing from Switzerland though, it has this horrid mineral after taste to it." He set the glass down, adjusting under Eddie's wide eyed gaze.

"I don't know if that was bullshit or not but it sounded legit."

"It's legit what some girl said at a party once. I've never sourced where my water came from, but it works for just about anything. If you can articulate why you don't like something, it comes off better than just saying you don't like it."

"What kind of parties did you go to?", Eddie smirked.

Steve shrunk a little. "Just, you know, parties. So what's your experience with sushi?"

"Supermarket stuff", Eddie said simply.

"....You're kidding. How long have you been a rockstar?"

"I didn't realize this was an interview."

Steve tapped the table as he considered something. He looked to the other part of the restaurant. The bar where chefs were preparing the food. He almost asked Eddie a question directly, but remembered his role as a sugar baby. It wasn't his job to ask how much something would cost or even to ask Eddie to spend the money. All he needed to do was ask for what he wanted.

So he moved over to Eddie's side of the booth and leaned in close to his space. "I think you need something a little more...fresh."

"Fresh?", Eddie echoed as Steve led him to stand.

"And flavorful."

"Uh-huh."

"And satisfying", Steve whispered the last part before sitting down at the bar.

Eddie didn't know when Steve got him here but he did and he ordered something called 'omakase' and suddenly the chef's hands got really busy. He put a little filet of something on rice and then took a blow torch to it.

"I didn't know you could cook the fish..."

It was placed in front of him, but Eddie was still skeptical, which Steve noticed.

"'Omakase' means you're trusting the chef to pick out the best for you", he said. Then Steve took his chopsticks and picked up his piece. He ate it in one bite and Eddie subconsciously swallowed as he watched it pass his beautiful lips and then slide down that gorgeous throat. He wasn't even eating sexily, that was just how far gone he was.

Then Steve picked up Eddie's piece and held it to his lips. Eddie didn't even hesitate to open up and let it in. Tender rice, delicate fish, a total opposite to the sushi he'd experienced before. And it didn't stop there. The chef served cut after cut and each time, Steve asked him what he liked or didn't like.

Eddie was no slouch when it came to language. So he was able to come up with that on his own. He had just never considered respectfully refusing food and to do so with a haughty air deserving of a celebrity.

"Mmm, great choice on the shrimp", Eddie praised the chef. "Texture is superb. Sweet on the tongue too. Nice one, Tatsuro-san."

"Better than the crab?", Steve asked.

"I'm sorry, but nothin' beats an old fashioned crab boil for me. It's the only way I can eat crab."

"You've got opinions and you know how to voice them. I never imagined that be an issue for you, but I think you're ready now."

"Oh I've got opinions out the wazoo. I was just taught to never complain about food."

"Good boy", Tatsuro commented as he prepared something else.

"Very good", Steve agreed as an oyster on a half shell was put in front of him and Eddie.

Tatsuro winked at Eddie and he tried not to think about it as they finished up the course. He was absolutely not thinking about how oysters were an aphrodisiac, or how he'd had a great time, or how this felt like a date and not an outing with a hot piece. He wasn't doing a good job of being a sugar daddy, was he?

Time to fix that up right away. He paid for the meal, leaving a generous tip and led Steve out the restaurant, arm around his waist.

"You were extremely helpful. I can honestly say I like sushi now", he beamed. "And I think excellent service deserves a reward."

"You gonna give me a tip too?", Steve teased. And there was certainly a tip Eddie wanted to give him. Really the whole thing, but he had another idea in mind. And thankfully the appropriate place wasn't too far from here.

"You're buying me a suit?", Steve realized as they walked into a tailor's.

"I've got an eye for these kind of things. And you need something to match your new watch", Eddie said. He had a feeling Steve knew what to do, so he let him free.

Steve gave him a look and Eddie made a 'go on' motion. So Steve went, picking out different pieces for himself to assemble a new suit. There was a man awaiting any need of assistance and did so once Steve came out of the dressing room and stood in front of the mirrors.

Eddie was sitting before him, watching as Steve appraised his reflection and the tailor took some of his measurements. The suit was in silver, with a black shirt underneath. He finished of the look with a dark blue handkerchief in the chest pocket. It already looked great. Eddie knew he'd be breathtaking once it was bespoke. He ached to put his hands on him but public decency kept him from doing so.

"You look good enough to show off", Eddie praised.

"You look like you have somewhere in mind", Steve said, looking at the other man through the mirror.

"There's a shindig goin' down that I wouldn't mind having a date to."

Eddie put in the order for the suit to be done the day before the event. "Let's head back to my place."

This time, as they traveled, Steve was the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself. His hand stroked Eddie's thigh, getting close to where he wanted but never actually touching.

"What're you thinking about?", he asked when he noticed how hard Eddie was holding the wheel.

"Oysters. And you." And how he really should get a personal driver on hand.

Steve laughed softly and let a finger do circles on his crotch. "I think our chef was trying to be subtle. But I know what oysters are supposed to do."

"Oh?"

"And I don't need any culinary suggestion to get me in the mood." Honestly, he kind of felt like blowing Eddie now and probably would have chanced it if it wasn't still light out. "Can you be a good boy like he said?"

Eddie nodded.

"Good. Because we still have to take the elevator."

They didn't get as far as they did the first time they took this elevator but Eddie did attach himself to Steve's back and kissed at his neck. Once again, Steve could see their reflection in the wall. Eddie's eyes roamed his torso, wanting to go further but holding back. He only got bold enough to pinch a nipple through his shirt when the doors opened to their floor.

Steve only moved because of Eddie's prompting, finding it very easy to melt in his hold. They got about two steps out of the elevator before Eddie pushed him against the wall, kissing his lips and running his hands up under his shirt.

"Saw you lookin' at yourself in the elevator. Pretty baby likes how he looks?"

Steve's only response was to moan against his lips and rub against his leg. The closest camera was all the way at the end of the hall, though they'd be screwed if anyone opened up their door. He knew he looked good and liked looking good. And he'd seen the way Eddie's eyes were glued to him at the tailor's. That was a good feeling too.

Eddie took out his key card to open up his door and pulled Steve inside. They migrated to the couch, just needing to get horizontal. Steve lied underneath, Eddie's leg in between his again and providing friction as he rutted up against it. It was so hot, Eddie wanted to watch him get off just like this. If he got his pants off he could watch that sweet pussy drag-

Steve nearly jolted off the couch when a loud guitar riff sounded from Eddie's back pocket.

"Shit", Eddie hissed when he realized who was calling. He could ignore it, but he knew they'd just keep it up until they got to his door.

"You need to take that?", Steve asked, voice a little breathless.

"Just-just gimme a moment, it'll be quick." Eddie answered and Steve could be patient. He just couldn't be good and patient. He rubbed at Eddie's arm before taking his hand in his own. He brought it to his lips and swirled his tongue around his index finger, keeping his gaze down at first and then looking up at Eddie.

The man above him was speechless, up until whoever he was talking to shouted at him from the other end and got his attention again. Well, half of it anyway. The other half was on Steve sucking down two of his fingers now. Eddie groaned both in frustration and the beautiful man under him. Steve was only half following the conversation but it sounded like their time together might be cut short.

Eddie hung up with a sigh. "Baby...baby I gotta go."

"Right now?", Steve asked.

"Yeah but...but if you could, I mean you can stay here until I get done. It'll be quick, just a couple of hours tops. And I can take you out to dinner too."

"You want me to stay?"

Eddie's hair shook as he nodded. He stood up, glad he had a bit of time to calm his boner down. Then he saw Steve lying there on the couch, lips kissed wet and certain his lips farther down were just as glistening. He leaned over to cup him between the legs, feeling the warmth through his clothes.

"Don't forget who this belongs to", he growled when Steve whimpered.

"Okay." And because this man was sent from above, he whispered, "Daddy."

Eddie couldn't hold back then, kissing him hard, tongue marking his insides while rubbing Steve through his pants. He unzipped them, thinking he could just get him off quick when the ringtone sounded again. Pulling back was the hardest thing to do.

"Keep it nice and warm for me", Eddie said before fully removing himself.

"Hurry back."

And then Steve was alone. In a rockstar's hotel room. He thought about what a sugar baby might do when their daddy went off for what must be a very important but impromptu meeting, especially when it stopped such a heated moment. It became very obvious what he needed to do and so he headed straight for the bedroom.

Part 5

I need you to know that when I first envisioned this fic it was literally just supposed to be smut with connecting scenes but it somehow turned to "don't catch feelings" and "oops we're accidentally dating" the fic so here we are.

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[infamous-if]

Dec ✮ 12 ✮ 2024 – update

Part of me hates doing these mostly because it's a whole lotta nothing and me just repeating everything I said the last update (lol) but I do like doing it because I like keeping people updated, even if it's a non-update. I may sound like a broken record (pun not intended) but I know a lot of people don't catch my updates every time so it's nice to just keep people informed yk yk

✮ — Part 2 + rewrite

Fun fact: I had written an entire essay about my excitement for the rewrite and chapter 3 and beyond but it got too long!

It boiled down to me wondering why I'm so excited for this rewrite and realizing it's because I feel comfortable enough to approach it with complete creative freedom. I wrote the first iteration of the demo with the constant worries swimming in my head like "I hope people understand what I'm trying to say here" and "I hope this situation is being read the way I intended for it to be read." And I think I sort of had those thoughts tenfold while writing Part 2. If you paid attention, you can probably see where I was trying to shut down certain discussions in the narrative lmao

Recently I had a tiny epiphany and reminded myself that it's not always about what I intend to write, but what is being understood by each reader. And yes this is basic writing 101 but let me have this moment of clarity okay. Embracing that means I can proceed with Infamous without holding back and sticking to my guns in regards to what I want for this story aka I'm just going to write what I write and like....not worry about the rest you feel (while of course integrating the common critiques and suggestions and improving on the things Infamous falls short in—I am not Shakespeare lmao)

ANYWAY my point is that I'm excited to fix up the demo !!! and just go back to it with complete confidence in myself and write whatever the heck feels right to me (and write the rest of the story lolol) and return with a better story than I have now for everyone!!

✮ — December will be for

planning what I'm going to improve and squeezing that in a reworked outline so it can flow much better narratively.

Outlining Chapter 3 and hopefully have the bare bones first draft drafted up which is mostly just be writing blocks of descriptions

I'm not sure I'll have anything substantial to justify looking for beta testers so soon yet but maybe!

work on my spice writing babey writing/reading spice makes me actually physically recoil but im determined to get better! which reminds me to finish the 6k follower gifts!

And also take a small breather because I am moving!

✮ — Patreon

I've already mentioned this on Patreon and a few times on here, but I do want to reiterate that Patreon content is coming out in bulk this month, in case anyone was wondering why I'm not posting as frequently. The content is still the same in terms of the quantity, it just won't be released every few days! thank you guys for being understanding of that <3

✮ —

My activity has is decreasing little by little due to my move but I do read every question and try to at least answer one question a day. I get quite a few mentions lately so I have to sort through those since I do get tagged in things, but I miss them due to my notifications. Usually I hope for the best and hope tracking the tag puts it on my dashboard <3 im not ignoring anyone!

That's all for now! Hope everyone has a happy December and Happy Holidays!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact/GFL/GG:ST) "Pocky Game with their S/O"

Genshin Impact: Navia, Lynette, Eula, Lisa Girls' Frontline: AN-94, AK-12, WA2000, SPAS-12, Helianthus Guilty Gear Strive: Elphelt Valentine

No one requested this, just ate some pocky and the idea came to mind.

(Navia) "Oh? Sounds fun, let's try it!"

Navia cheekily grabs the pocky and puts it in her mouth, extending the stick towards her S/O expectantly.

One of the rules of the game that intrigued her was that you weren't allowed to look away from your partner.

Something Navia has no problem with, as she stares into their eyes.

Her lips form into a smile with each nibble, before she ends up grabbing S/O's face and kissing them anyway once the stick becomes short enough.

(Navia) "Huh? We lost? Hm...Well, we can always just try again!~"

Lynette questions why this game exists.

Why was eating chocolate a game? Isn't it just better to eat the pocky directly?

Well, whatever. If S/O wanted to try it, she can at least give it a shot.

Lynette fidgets a little as they make direct eye contact with each other, slowly taking away a piece of the pocky with each bite.

Right before their lips make contact, she pulls away, a little proud at the short length of the cookie.

(Lynette) "Hm. We did a pretty good job, considering."

She gives a slight smirk to them before resuming her important task at hand: spacing out and mindlessly munching on some cookies the proper way.

Eula's eyes widen slightly before she makes a "hmph!"

(Eula) "As if a simple game like this would be enough to make me falter."

Spoilers: It was.

Eula's cheeks are a crimson hue the entire time, her eyes constantly looking everywhere except S/O.

And already failing the game.

(Eula) "Just, give me a moment to compose myself! The chocolate has a strange taste is all..."

Her heart is beating fast the entire time as their lips grow closer.

It doesn't matter if they were already a couple or if they already kissed, Eula would still be extremely flustered.

(Lisa) "Hm, I think I like the sound of this game."

Lisa has no trouble at all putting the chocolate end into her mouth, waiting for S/O.

Instead of taking nibbles, she takes a massive bite, already being a few inches from their lips.

Still keeping eye contact, she gives them a wink, making S/O falter before she simply bites down completely and breaks the pocky.

(Lisa) "Oh, looks like I lost. Here, grab another one, I want a rematch.~"

It's clear that she does so on purpose, just simply enjoying S/O's reactions. Part of her wants to kiss them directly, but where's the fun in that?

This game made things a lot more fun!

Plus, it was a pretty cute idea.

(AN-94) "There is a game with candy?...I will attempt it for you."

94 is confused, but goes along with S/O's request.

She puts the pocky into her mouth and doesn't even blink as she stares into S/O, calculating how many bites it would take to not make contact with their lips.

94 doesn't react until S/O kisses her, making her eyes widen in surprise.

Not that she hated the sweets or S/O kissing her, but she tilted her head in confusion at their reaction.

(AN-94) "May I ask what the purpose of this game is?...It is for lovers to bond?...Then, I request that we continue playing."

AK-12's eyes remain close, but her eyebrows perk up in curiousity.

(AK-12) "Sure, we can play. I'll take the chocolate end."

She waits until S/O grabs the other end with their lips.

Her eyes finally open as her pink glowing eyes stare directly into them, smile still present and making them pause.

Before she just grabs the pocky with her hand and just kisses S/O full on the lips.

(AK-12) "Mmm~, tastes sweet. Oh, right, I failed the game. Let's try it again."

She would "accidentally" fail a couple more times just to see what kind of reactions S/O made.

WA's normal frown completely vanishes the moment S/O brought up the pocky game to her.

Instead, replaced with a surprised and embarassed expression.

(WA2000) "Wha-Why do you not just eat the cookies normally, are you a child or something!?"

WA begrudgingly (not really) accepts S/O's proposal to play the game and is shutting her eyes, before hearing their laughter.

(WA2000) "I'm not supposed to close my eyes? What does it matter, we're still eating the damn thing!"

The entire time, WA2000 is trying her best to look angry and unaffected, but is failing miserably.

After a few kisses, WA just sighs when she sees S/O's happy expression.

(WA2000) "...Yeah, the pocky tasted fine, now wipe that stupid smirk off your face..."

(SPAS-12) "OH! I love pocky!"

SPAS happily starts munching on the cookies before S/O stops her and tells her about the game.

(SPAS-12) "You wanna use this for a game? Oooooh, okay! That explains why there's a lot of boxes!"

Truthfully, S/O bought multiple boxes because they knew SPAS would just start eating without listening first. They were more for emergencies.

Regardless, SPAS gets a little flustered as she stares directly at S/O, and takes massive bites because she gets distracted by the taste of the pocky.

(SPAS) "Mmmm, chocolatey!...Huh?! I lost?! T-Try me again, I won't lose!"

She loses every single time. Her love for food seals her fate every single time.

(Helianthus) "Pocky game? Do I really seem that young to you...?"

Before S/O could retract their pocky, Helian immediately starts backtracking.

(Helianthus) "H-HANG ON! I DIDN'T SAY I WOULDN'T PLAY!"

If anything, Helain is flattered that S/O wanted to play this game with her, despite her usual stoic demeanor.

Helian has a hard time keeping eye contact, but tries to tough it out.

She fails at not having their lips connect, but it's not a failure she exactly minds.

Helian gets carried away in the moment, forgetting the original purpose of the game and instead just focuses on kissing her S/O.

Before tasting the chocolate in their mouth and quickly leaning back.

(Helianthus) A-AHEM! "I...suppose we failed the challenge..."

Before S/O could even finish proposing the idea to Elphelt-

(Elphelt) "YES! Gimme that pocky!"

With zero hesitation she immediately puts the pocky in her lips, excitedly leaning into S/O with bright eyes.

She kicks the challenge up a notch, by having her hands latch onto S/O's, giggling all the while as she took each bite and savoring the bite and sight.

Elphelt fails the challenge in multiple ways, mostly just by how giddy she is during it.

Accidentally biting too hard, kissing S/O, letting go of the cookie, each result makes her pout and slightly blush.

(Elphelt) "Wha-OH COME ON! I didn't even bite that hard! Hand me another one!"

Elphelt loves playing this pocky game with S/O.

She always had these cookies around due to her love for sweets, but this was the first time they've been used for something this fun!

(Elphelt) "Another one!...We're out? Alright, fine! Lemme grab another box and we can try this again later, I will win!"

S/O at the end of each session has a lot of lipstick, chocolate, and cookie crumbs on their lips.

[feyhunter78]

Hiiii. I just read the new chapter of lab partners and it was 10/10 as always 🥰 Also I got another idea! What a about a pool party?👀 Now that Miggy is more popular he is invited to a pool party and he sees Y/N on a cute swimsuit and he goes crazy, but tries to keep it together to not look like a creep in front of her 😂 Especially when things are more tense after they almost kissed 👀👀👀👀

Thank you love!!!! I definitely wanted to lean into the tension left over from their almost kiss👀 I'm also using this one to set up the post I'll put out on V-Day!!!!

Pool Party

Artist cred: Supayell on Instagram!

He hates his brother, not really, but he does want to kill him. It was Gabriel’s idea to invite everyone over, to rent one of their apartment’s pools and throw a party. So now here Miguel is, forced to watch as you gallivant around in a dark blue bikini, with adorable little white hearts all over it, while he’s trying to keep himself from revealing his difficult situation.

Gabriel pushes the cabana’s curtains back even further than they were before and flops into the pool chair next to him, handing him some mixed drink in a red solo cup. “Enjoying the view?” Gabriel asks, lowering his sunglasses and letting out a wolf whistle in you and Mina’s direction. “Lookin’ good baby.”

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles and blows him a kiss, before linking arms with you and dragging you off towards a few of your other friends.

You’re so happy, smiling and giggling, drink in hand, swaying your head slightly in time with the music. He knows you, knows you love to dance, but there’s too many people here that you don’t know, so you stick with Mina, and stay away from the cleared out space in front of the speakers.

“It’s a nice party.” Miguel says, sipping on his drink. The taste of coconut rum coats his tongue, the pineapple juice mixed in, dulling the sting of the alcohol. He can barely feel it, a sense of dread making his mouth go numb when he sees you making your way over, a bottle of sunscreen in your hand and a drink in the other.

You smile at him, then give him a confused look when Gabriel squeezes his shoulder and bounds off towards a now unoccupied Mina.

“He’s probably going to try to convince her to go back to the apartment with him.” Miguel jokes, swallowing hard as he realizes just how pretty you look.

Your hair shines in the sun, your skin practically glowing, and your breasts—fuck he’s got to keep it together, he needs to look literally anywhere else—his eyes land on your lips, curled up in a smile, your lips glossy with chapstick, soft and supple looking. Not better, not better at all, because now he’s thinking about kissing you.

He shifts in his seat, praying no one notices the awkward way he’s sitting. Thankfully, the side curtains of the cabana are still down, so he just has to worry about anyone walking in…and you.

“He can try, but I know Mina’s been waiting all week for this party, there’s no way she’ll leave.” You laugh, shaking the sunscreen that’s in your hand, before downing your drink and setting it on the ground next to you.

“Yeah…are you enjoying the party?” Miguel asks, taking a big swig of his drink. Liquid courage, right?

“I mean, the drinks are good, music’s good, snacks are great, and I got to wear my new swimsuit, so yeah, I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” You gesture to your bathing suit as if it isn’t the very thing Miguel is trying not to look at.

“I like the color.” He says, taking another swig of his drink.

You beam up at him and toy with the strings holding the bottoms together. “Thank you, I was a little worried it would be too dark, but I actually really like it.”

His inebriated mind plies him with an image of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, biting down on your fist to keep the others from hearing your moans.

He nearly groans aloud at the thought, hiding his face in his drink.

“Can I try that?” You ask, shifting to tuck your legs under you, your full attention on him.

“W-What?” He stutters, trying to banish the lewd image from his mind and focus on your words.

“Your drink, you’ve basically been chugging it, it’s gotta be good.” You elaborate, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He hands you the drink, and you bring it to your mouth then frown.

“It’s empty.” You pout at him, leaning forward to set it on the small wooden table beside him, the stretch of your body, your bare skin brushing against his, makes his head swim.

“Sorry?” He manages to get out, his hand shooting to grip the side of the pool chair for stability.

“No worries, I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He bets you can. Bets he’d fit perfectly, lying below you as you ease yourself down onto his coc—

Suddenly, you turn your back to him and pull your hair up off your neck. “Do you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I want to get back in the sun, but I don’t want to burn.”

He’s going to die, right here, right now.

“Yeah, sure I—I can do that.” He takes the sunscreen from you, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the thick strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Miguel rubs the lotion in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle.

You don’t turn around, staring at the canvas of the cabana. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods, before realizing you obviously can’t see him. “Yeah, of course, anything.”

You turn now, but you won’t meet his eyes, too focused on fidgeting with your nails. They’re different shades of pink, a pleasant gradient ending in white on your thumbs. “My sorority’s semiformal, Valentine’s Day dance thing is coming up, would you maybe want to go with me?”

He’s stunned, frozen, astounded, flabbergasted, astonished, a dozen other words to say he’s shocked. Shocked that you’re asking him. That you want him to come with you to this event, honestly, he’s still shocked you want to be seen in public with him.

Do you feel the same way he does? He’s been hoping, praying, your almost kiss lingering, haunting him, plaguing his dreams, his every waking moment.

He says yes at the same time you say, “as friends,” and his world shatters.

“I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything, no pressure, just two friends have a good time at a Valentine’s themed dance.” You give him a smile, but he knows you, knows it’s fake, and he feels a twinge of hope in his chest once more.

“It’s not weird.” He reassures you, wishing he had another drink to drown his maybe sorrows maybe half-baked hope in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Okay yay! I’ll figure out our outfits and all the details, and I’ll get them to you.”

You bound off in the direction of your friends, leaving Miguel’s skin tingling, his heart hurting, and his stomach twisted into knots.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

[ddarker-dreams]

i think Gojo & chrollo are the hardest to score. Gojo is waaay too popular so he has so many option while chrollo is... not mentally well...to say the least lmao

🕵️‍♂️ i've appreciated the input from my fellow terrible men enjoyers. since the poll is almost at its conclusion, i'll go ahead and give my thoughts, ranked from 'ez +1 husband obtained' to 'requires enough effort that i'm disrespecting myself as a woman with how hard i'd have to try.'

chrollo - listen. hear me out on this. is he a criminal? yes. a murderer? yes to that as well. overall terrible person with very little capacity for genuine emotion? absolutely. however! i'm cute. he'd start off by regarding me the same way one does a penguin who keeps tripping over its feet in the zoo. mild endearment and amusement. next, i regale him with my witticisms. they might not all land but the tripping penguin aura will keep him around anyway, if not just to see what nonsense will happen next. then he can hear my major and go :) heh. the rest is history. wedding bells but in minor key to symbolize the impending doom.

scaramouche - the main hurdle to overcome here is the looming threat of disintegration. i'm a very happy-go-lucky person so he'd probably want to strike me with lightning just to ruin my day. the trick here is to catch him when he can't expose his harbinger identity. that'll buy me enough time to win him over, although, whether or not this is a good idea is up for debate. this fella has a lot of insecurities to work through. my extroversion would endanger the local population (and ecosystem).

gojo - i'd probably end up in a similar camp as utahime at first. i'm easily mortified by people who just say whatever comes to mind, i'd find his lack of tact grating. more pressing than that, however, is that since i'm a girl, my chances of surviving in the jjk universe plummet exponentially. i'd get killed off in an unsatisfying way right when my character development started getting interesting. on the 5% chance i survive, we'd have pretty good chemistry because we're both annoying and cannot shut up.

blade - i hate to admit it, but i'm not sure i could pull this one off. my 20 stat in CHA would ricochet off him because there's no way he'd stick around long enough to fall for my charms. if by some miracle i could have a few interactions with him, i'd have to pass the hardest skill check. there's a 99% chance he'd ghost me because he thinks i deserve better than an 800 year old cursed man who is trying his best to die. is he wrong? not really. should i pass the skill check though, it'd be cute. we're complete opposites. i'm always smiling, wearing bright colors (especially pink), have light hair... then there's him. constantly glaring and dressed for a funeral. adorable vibes ngl.

[chaussetteblanche]

Luv ur writing 🫶 I was wondering if u could do a Kit Conner imagine or headcanon where Kit takes reader to the gym for the first time, teaching & encouraging the reader how to use the equipment and it's rlly fluffy 🤭

hi !! thank you so much for requesting !! hope you like it :)

pairing : kit connor x gn!reader summary : kit shows you around his gym word count : 1.1k warnings : none

It had to be clear : you did not go to the gym. You had never gone to the gym, nor would you ever go. You had other ways of keeping your body moving and healthy. The gym was not one of them. You didn't hate the gym, per say, it just wasn't for you. But when Kit came over one evening, ran a hand through his hair and offered for you to come with him to his gym and try it out, you couldn't refuse. It had been out of the question for two reasons : you would be spending time with Kit and you would get to see his muscles. In that order specifically.

So you'd packed your things the week after that and you guys had driven down to his gym. You felt slightly nervous, of course, because Kit was ripped and you were- well, you were just you. And you hadn't been to the gym in so long. You gripped his hand before getting out the car. "You'll show me how everything works, right ? What to do and what not to do ? I don't wanna embarrass myself," you bit your lip. Kit chuckled, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. "Yes, I'll explain everything and, even though you couldn't embarrass yourself if you tried, I'll make sure you don't." He pressed a short kiss against your lips, soothing your worries for a while. "Don't worry, luv, everything will be fine!"

After changing in the locker rooms and grabbing your towel, you phone, your water-bottle and your headphones, you met Kit in the actual gym. You didn't know much about gyms, but this one certainly looked expensive. It had large windows, smelled clean and had so many different machines. Kit beamed at you, happy so see his favourite person in one of his favourite places. His eyes roamed over you and your tight-fitting sport's attire. God, you looked good. He bent down and gave you a small kiss when you reached him. "I, uh, I thought I'd just show you around," he spoke uncertainly. Now that you were here, he felt kind of stupid for asking you to come with him. You brushed those thoughts away with a smile. "Show me around, darling."

You started with the lat pull-down machine, which you quite liked. It was easy to use and Kit explained it well. "Do you want to try heavier ?" he asked after you did three reps of ten with a weight you were comfortable with. "Yeah, I can give it a try," you smiled. He smiled proudly down at you and reached over you to change the weight. "Good girl," he hummed. You inhaled shakily, licking your lips before sucking your teeth. You blame your bad performance on the first pull-down on that praise. Kit knew this, of course, cheeky bastard, he just loved watching you get flustered.

You struggled through the next reps, but managed with Kit's encouragement. "C'mon, my love, you can do it." "I believe in you, you can take it." "Just one more, dove, then it's over !" Then Kit asked you if you wanted to go heavier. You said yes, of course. You could never say no to him. This time, though, when you went to pull the bar down, it stayed at the top. Your body, on the other hand, lifted up from the seat. Kit muffled his laughter in his fist while you giggled. "Stick your legs beneath the cylinders, luv,"

Now, as much as you loved having Kit explain everything to you and look incredibly good while doing it, what you loved even more was watching him work out. You couldn't think too long and hard about it, not in a place like the gym, but he looked nothing short of godly. His hair, slightly darker because of the sweat would fall into his eyes a bit, and sometimes he'd blow it away. His muscles would swell and go down. And you lived for those times when he'd let out a small huff of effort. It made you think of other times when he let out similar sounds. If you ever joined a gym, it would be this one, and you would know exactly why (spoiler : it wouldn't be to work out).

The next thing was RDLs. Kit had really gifted himself that one. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth, he watched you closely from behind as you bent down slowly before standing back up, keeping your back nice and straight. "Am I doing this right ?" you asked after a rep, "Kit ?" You turned around to find Kit almost entranced, staring at where your ass had been a second ago. His face reddened as you stared expectantly at him. "I, uh, no, that- that looked real good to me, y'know ?" He scratched the back of his neck. You nodded, running your tongue over your teeth as you laughed. "I'm sure it did look real good." Kit rolled his eyes and bumped your shoulder, going to get heavier weights.

You spotted a couple at the other side of the gym doing sit-ups facing each other, only they kissed each time they reached the top. You giggled, discreetly pointing them out to Kit, who bit back a laugh. "That's a bit much, innit ?" he asked quietly, preparing the station for your next and last exercise : hip thrusts. "Nooo," you shook your head, whispering, "you think ?" Kit laughed before slapping the ground next to a small bench. "Sit here," he instructed. He proceeded to explain in detail how to do a hip thrust, how to not hurt yourself while doing one and what its benefits were. He had you at "bigger ass", or "really works the gluteus maximus" as he has said.

You found that exercise pretty easy so Kit was adding weight on pretty soon. Turns out you were really good at hip thrusts. Even Kit was surprised at how much weight you could thrust. You liked doing them, too, they were fun. Kit had his turn after you and, your eyes trained on the section where the bar rested against his body, you were reminded of other situations where he got a similar workout. You fanned yourself, suddenly very warm. Kit finished his set and stood up, coming over to you.

"Y'alright, love ?" he asked, brows slightly furrowed as he stared down at you. He was close and nearly towered over you. "Y-yeah, just a bit hot," you grinned. Kit chuckled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty temple. "Let's go, I want you out of these clothes."

And out of your clothes he got you.

[mayfieldss]

Bad Favour - JJ Maybank

Warnings; descriptions of broken / cracked bones, dislocation, language, minor blood mention, hospitals / ER, fluff.

Summary; You get yourself hurt whilst doing a favor for JJ.

AN: a little fic for obx 3 release day

"How the hell d'you even do that?" Your voice comes as you squint upward, staring down a rather tall tree. JJ stands beside you, and he shrugs, shuffling on his feet.

"I dunno man, but it's up there." By it, you mean JJ's famously worn red cap, which is lodged up high on one of the branches. He looks at you with an awkward grin, and you know he wants something from you the minute he does. He flashes his teeth with the smile, eyes hopeful, and just like that you've given in.

"You want me to climb up and get it don't you?"

JJ's grin grows wider as he fiddles with the rings on his fingers, "To get to the first branch, the person climbing would need a boost, and so I thought, who's someone I could help boost into the tree? Y/N L/N." He taps his head twice with the tip of his index finger, praising himself for his thought, and you laugh.

"Why can't you just climb up and get it?" Your question is valid and JJ gestures toward the tree lazily as if he knows all the world's secrets.

"I tried Y/N, I couldn't get myself up onto the first branch, but I thought I could boost you up in there, ya know?"

You look up into the branches again, the red cap sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the pale greens and yellows. "Okay, fine. But you gotta be there to catch me if I fall."

JJ nods once, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "Always princess."

And that's how you ended up on JJ's shoulders, ready for him to stand and get you high enough to reach the first branch. You do so with ease, pulling yourself up with JJ's assistance.

"Left leg up, yeah, there you go." He's below you now, and you sit on the lowest branch, a long way to go before you can even begin to think of reaching JJ's hat.

"Are you sure you can't just buy a new one of these?" You call down to him, steading yourself as you prepare for the climb.

"A new one of what?" His voice is loud, as if he thinks you're up in the clouds.

"A new hat genius, and don't shout at me." You can sense the smile on his lips as you say it. You dare to look down, and you're right. He's grinning ear to ear like the Cheshire cat.

"You know I'm attached to the one I got, baby. She's loyal to me, I gotta be the same for her."

"It's a cap J, not your girlfriend." He laughs at that, and you reach for the next branch, finding your footing and pulling yourself higher. JJ's cap is still forever above you, it seems, and you seriously wonder how JJ managed to get it up this high in the tree.

"You got this, I'll owe you forever, I swear." JJ is still shouting, but you don't mind because the higher you get, the harder it is for you to hear the words he says.

"I fucking hate you for this JJ." You're on your stomach now, slithering along a branch to get closer to the next. It's terrifying up this high, and you swear the ground sinks lower beneath you, as if daring you to try and fall.

"You're good. That's a sturdy tree right there." You dare to look down again, watching JJ pat the trees trunk. He stares back at you, sending a thumbs up.

You shake it off, standing on the branch, and somehow, you've almost made it to the stupid red cap JJ loves so much. The bright red death wish sways in the light breeze, and you lift your leg to the base of the next branch, reaching for it.

"Almost there -" Your fingers brush against the edge of the cap, and it falls from the branch down to the world below. It's great in the seconds it takes to flutter down until you come plummeting after it, losing your grip on the tree and hitting the ground with a harsh smack.

"Fuck, shit." you hear JJ's curses and loud footsteps, rushing to your side and you lay there, on the dirt-covered ground, gasping for breath. The wind has been knocked from your lungs, and your arm screams bloody murder as you writhe amongst the roots of the tree.

JJ has his hand under your head in seconds, pulling your body closer to his until you're screaming in pain.

"Holy fucking shit!" You can hear JJ's shouts above your own, and you know that's not a good sign. "Your arm looks like some world war Z, zombie ass shit." His eyes are wide, and you can feel the tears prick against your own as the pain increases.

"Please don't tell me that-oh my god, it hurts." You wince deciding upon keeping your eyes tightly shut.

"It looks fucking bad, Y/N." You've got a hand on your arm, eyes still closed but you can hear the fear in JJ's voice.

"You were supposed to catch me if I fell, remember?" You're crying. You can't help it.

"I'm sorry, it happened so fast-" You cut him off, not wanting to hear it right now. You can argue about the one job he had later, for now you need help.

"JJ, get me to a fucking hospital right now." You sob out the words, unable to fight with him and JJ does as he's told.

"Okay, do you think you can stand?" He's helping you sit up as he says it, shifting your good arm over his shoulder, ready to pull you to your feet. You only nod, gasping for breath once again.

"On three," JJ gets himself ready to stand, wrapping his free hand around your waist. "One, two, three." He lifts you up, waiting for the all clear once you're standing.

Your head spins, and you swear you're seeing double with the pain. "You good?" JJ asks, concern lacing his words.

"No, I'm not fucking good JJ." You're sobbing again, but JJ gets the point your words make, moving you as fast as he can to the twinkie. John B is somewhere inside the Chateau, but JJ doesn't bother asking to borrow the van. He simply flips down the viser, catching the keys in his hands, and starts the van with alarming speed. Soon, he's driving as fast as the twinkie can go, you in the passenger seat whilst you cry out in pain.

Somehow, he makes it to the ER, parking the Twinkie in the worst way known to man, before he's rushing to the other side of the van and helping you out with the uttermost care. His heart is racing as he walks you in and sits you down in one of the waiting room seats.

"Hey, my friend," he points back at you once he gains the attention of the lady at the front desk, "can we get her some help, like, I dunno, right now? Her arm's looking real funky."

The lady nods, eyes wide once she sees you and sends you through to one of the beds in an instant. You're clinging to your bad arm, tears falling faster than you can wipe them away as you sit down on the edge of it. JJ goes to move back to the visitor seat, but you stop him. "JJ Maybank, you better not let me go." Your words are a loud sniffle, and JJ moves back to hug the good side of your body as you wait for the doctor. When one comes, your body is flooded with relief.

The lady checks you over carefully, blue plastic gloves and a white coat, making her look extremely professional. That gives you some hope, and when she announces you have a dislocated shoulder, you let her do whatever is nessacary to fix it.

"I'm going to have to put it back in place." She says this with caution, and you know that it's going to hurt.

"Just do it." You'd managed to stop yourself from crying, but something tells you the tears will fall again once she's pressing your arm back to where it's supposed to be.

JJ lets you grip onto his arm with your good hand, and he puts an arm around your waist again to keep you still while the doctor does her job. You scream out when she pops your shoulder back in place, and even with the slab the doctor gives you to bite down on, the sound comes loud, filling the room. JJ winces at the noise, holding you just that bit tighter as he's wracked with guilt.

It's a relief once your shoulder is repositioned, the pain subsiding more so when the nurse gives you a painkiller or two.

"I am so fucking sorry; this is all my fault." JJ places a hand on your arm, sitting beside you in the chair now, whilst you lie down, in wait for the doctor to discharge you.

"Mhmm." You mumble, turning your head to face him. There's a weak smile on your lips, and though JJ still hates himself for what's happened, he feels a little better at seeing it.

"I get to leave here with two cracked ribs and a bunch of painkillers thanks to your stupid cap, not to mention the arm." JJ winces when you mention your injuries, looking down in shame.

"I feel really fucking bad about this already, Y/N, you're killing me here." He looks like a scared puppy preparing itself to be scolded, but all you do is lift his hand to your lips, kissing the back of it gently.

"All good, JJ, but you owe me big time." You smile at him again, and he returns the expression, moving his chair closer to your bed. The doctor will return soon and discharge you, and JJ knows he will never live this down, but at least you're okay, and he's got his hat back, too.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

How I See You/ 2

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Includes- Angst, marking, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, missionary sex, love making, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

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Two days later

Yoongi POV

Standing in front of her apartment door, I breathe in then ring the bell, hoping she won't slam the door in my face when she sees it's me

She should

I let her get hurt, I let Mia scream at her, say those things to her, threaten her

I didn't check to see if she was ok

I know she was bleeding but I didn't do anything but hold Mia back

I let her get in her car and drive away, not knowing if she was in any condition to drive

I'm a horrible person

So if she tells me to fuck off, I deserve it

The lock turning takes me out of my thoughts and I hold my breath, so scared

The door opens and she's there, looking at me in bewilderment

"Yoongi?", she asks, sticking her head out and looking in the hallway, "Is uh...is Mia here?"

I shake my head, whispering, "No Jo"

I'm trying hard not to break down as I look at her

Her left eye is black and blue and she has a huge bandage on her right temple

This is my fault

She was hurt because of me

Because I just left her that night we were together, because I avoided her calls, her texts

If I just answered her she wouldn't have come to my house and she wouldn't be hurt

"Uh Yoongi? What...uh...do you need something?"

"Can I come in?", I ask

Hesitation fills her face, "I uh...I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want Mia coming after me. I'm not really able to fight right now"

I shake my head, "I'm not with Mia anymore"

"Huh?"

"I broke up with Mia. She'll never hurt you again. I swear"

She blinks, "You broke up...why?"

"I..I can explain. Can I come in?", I ask again

"Uh, yeah, ok", she nods, stepping back, letting me in

She closes the door then I follow her to the couch where it looks like she was laying with the blankets and pillows

She sits, turning the TV off as I sit next to her

"Vegging on the couch?", I ask

"Oh yeah", she nods, "I wasn't feeling too good after Mia...I went to the doctor. He told me I had a mild concussion and I should rest for a few days"

"A concussion?", I gasp

She was hurt worse than I thought

"Just a baby one. It's not a big deal. I'm fine. Just need to take Tylenol for the headache, keep the lights dim", she says, looking anywhere but at me, "And I get a few days off of work so that's always a plus"

"I'm sorry", I whisper, hating myself for letting her get hurt

She's my best friend, I've always kept her safe and I failed her

"It's not your fault Yoongi"

"Yes-"

"No, it's really not. You couldn't have known that Mia would hit me. Or that I'd fall down the stairs. You didn't even know I was coming", she insists, "It's not your fault and I don't blame you so don't blame yourself"

"I don't think I can not blame myself", I tell her

"Well...stop it", she says

"I'll try"

She nods, an awkward silence that was never between us before rising

"So uh....you broke up with Mia?", she asks

"Yes"

"Why?"

"She hurt you Jo. She hit you, she yelled at you, called you horrible names", I say in surprise, "She threatened you to keep you away from me"

She couldn't think I would stay with someone like that

With someone who hurt her?

"Yeah but...you...you didn't say anything", she says quietly, "You didn't tell her to stop or argue with her. I assumed you.... agreed with her"

I look at her, horrified that she thinks I would actually agree with her staying away from me

"No Jo! Of course I didn't agree with her!", I say adamantly, "Everything was happening so fast and I was trying to make sure she couldn't get around me to get to you. When I turned around, you were running away"

She shakes her head, "Ok but that's something that you could of forgiven her for. After all you did cheat on her, she was hurt and she just reacted. I can say I wouldn't have flown off the handle either"

"You would never hit someone", I point out

She shrugs, "I'm not a fighter"

Yeah she is, just not in the physical way

"So that's it? You didn't even talk to her about what she did? You didn't try to make it work?"

I take a breath, psyching myself up to tell her the real reason why I broke up with Mia

"Jo, what happened with Mia...her hitting you...that was just the last reason I broke up with her", I tell her, "The truth is when you came to my house, I had already broken up with her. That day"

"Wait what? Really?"

I nod, "About an hour before you showed up, I told her about me and you. That we slept together. And that it wasn't working out with me and her, that I didn't want to be with her and we should break up. She was screaming at me for forty five minutes when you came"

She looks at me so confused, "Uh ok. I still don't get it though. Why were you breaking up with her at all? You didn't tell her you cheated on her all this time so why tell her at all? And from what she was yelling at me, it seems like she was going to forgive you and stay with you"

She was but I didn't want that

It was over a long time ago with Mia

Her flirting was getting to me and I tolerated it for as long as I could

She convinced me that she was as good as I would ever get, it was just flirting and if I complained about it she would do it more

That's not what a relationship should be

And that night with my best friend opened my eyes

"She would have forgiven me, if I wanted to stay with her"

"So why didn't you?", she asks

Facing her, her beautiful dark brown eyes lock on mine and I lean forward, pressing my lips to hers

Fire races in every nerve in my body, the world falling away until it's just her

Just like it did the first time I kissed her

She kisses me back for a second before pulling away, shock in her eyes

"I broke up with her because I want you", I confess, "I love you"

Her eyes widen as her mouth parts slightly in surprise, "What?"

"I...I don't know Jo, it's like that one night just opened my eyes", I tell her, "I had...been feeling....jealous, I guess, of the guys you went out with. And the day Hongjoong came to the bar with us? I was so annoyed he was there. I was infuriated every time I thought about you sleeping with him that night because I knew you were going to. I didn't even care that Mia was flirting with him"

"I...what?", she says, her mouth hanging open and it's so fucking cute

A cute little fish

"I convinced myself I was angry about you sleeping with him because he was your ex and I didn't want him to hurt you"

"That...wasn't the reason?"

I shake my head, "No. After we...I knew it was because I had feelings for you. Because I'm in love with you"

She gapes at me, "But you stayed away from me for over a month! You ignored all my calls, all my texts. I thought you wanted to end our friendship"

I shake my head, "I...I was scared ok? That night with you....it was the best night I ever had. The things you said about me...the way I just wanted you the entire time...the way you wanted me, it freaked me out. I didn't know if you really felt anything for me and I wasn't sure if I should take the risk to see if you did. I didn't want to mess up our friendship. The entire time I was away from you, I was trying to figure out what to do"

"I...I had no idea. I thought you regretted it", she says softly

"Never. I never did. I was just-"

"Freaking out?", she says, smiling softly

I nod, "Yeah. But I missed you so much, I just wanted to be near you and I couldn't deny it or try to talk myself out of it anymore. I called Mia to come over and I broke up with her. You coming over that day was pure fucking coincidence"

I couldn't believe it when the door opened and she was there

I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me

Until Mia hit her and I saw her fall

Then I realized that she was really there and I had to keep Mia from hurting her more

"I knew you were hurt Jo and I wanted to come here right away but I was worried you blamed me. I didn't know if you wanted to see me or not, so I decided to give you a few days", I explain, "But I'm going crazy without you. I was so stupid, so blind, I didn't see that my perfect girl was right in front of my face"

"Perfect?", she whispers, blushing

I nod, "Perfect. You're perfect Jo. Everything I could ever want in a girl and so much more. More than I deserve"

She shakes her head, "You deserve everything Yoongi. You're worth everything and anything. I told you that"

I nod

She did

That and so many more things I didn't think anyone saw in me

But she does

Taking her hand, I hold on tightly, "Jo, if you let me, I swear I will never let you get hurt again. I swear I will protect you. I swear I'll show you everyday how much I love you. How much I want you. How much you mean to me. Because you mean everything to me"

She smiles softly, tilting her head as she looks at me, teasing me, "Yeah I think I can let you do that"

A huge smile bursts on my face as I realize she said yes

She's mine

"I love you Yoongi", she says, those words sending my heart into overdrive, "I always have and I promise I'll show you how much you mean to me too. You're the only one I ever wanted"

"You have me jagi", I assure her, "All of me"

Pulling her to me, I kiss her again, happiness taking over as electricity runs up my spine

Her arms move around my neck and it feels like I'm home

Getting her in my lap, I stand up to make my way to her room

Her lips leave mine, pressing kisses into my neck, right into the spots that feel fucking amazing

I make it to her room, getting us on the bed

We fumble with our clothes, pulling them off and tossing them all over the room

I don't care what is ripped, where it lands as long as it's off her

When we're both naked, I sit up, looking down at her in awe

She is so fucking gorgeous and I don't know how I didn't see it before

How I was so fucking blind

Not only is her face stunning, her body is gorgeous and her personality is perfect

She's perfect

I run my hands on her body, my fingers tracing the sternum tattoo she has

When I first saw her naked last time, I had no idea she had tattoos too

She has none that are visible but under her clothes she has a lot

Her sternum, her ribs, her stomach, her thighs, her back

So many vibrant colors, so many lines for me to trace and kiss

And I will do that but right now I just want to be with her

She's mine now, I have so much time to study each tattoo she has

"You're so beautiful", I tell her, lifting my eyes to hers

Her cheeks redden as she looks at me shyly

I've never seen her look shy before and I fucking love it

Leaning over her, I kiss her soft sweet lips, a soft sigh coming from her

Smiling against her lips, I kiss her, then move my lips to her neck

"Yoongi", she moans when I kiss a spot in the crook of her neck, "Don't stop"

I kiss that spot, licking her skin then sucking slightly before letting go

"No, please more"

"It'll leave hickies", I tell her

Not that I would mind covering her in hickies but I don't know if she's want that

"Leave them", she says, surprising me, "Want them. Please"

I just nod, going back to sucking on her skin

I slide my hand down her body slowly, feeling her skin tremble

I like that a lot

Moving my lips to a different spot on her neck, I suck again as my hand moves to her pussy, feeling how wet she is

My god, she's soaked

"So wet for me baby", I murmur, leaving another hickie a few centimeters away from the last one, "I make you like this?"

She nods, whimpering, "Yes. Always Yoongi. It was always you. Always you"

I'm so happy to hear that and also so surprised that I didn't see her feelings for so long

Such an idiot

I could of had her all this time

I could of been happy all this time

But now I will be

Better late than never

"I love you", I whisper into her skin, now leaving hickies across her collarbone

"I love you Yoongi", she moans

God, I can never get enough of hearing that

Kissing further down her chest, I suck on her skin as I slowly push two fingers in her cunt

I feel her pussy suck my fingers in, clenching so tightly, a loud moan coming from those gorgeous lips

Kissing and sucking on the skin of her boob, I move my fingers, pulling them out then shoving them back in

"Yoongi!", she cries, her body shivering as I start finger fucking her pretty cunt

Her pussy waters my hand, making a loud wet sound as she takes my fingers

I move my thumb to her clit, rubbing quickly as I bite down on her boob

She cries out in pleasure, her hand snaking into my hair and tugging hard

Burying my fingers inside, I press hard on her spot, her body arching and shaking, calling my name loudly

"There Yoongi! Please!"

"Of course jagi. Anything for my baby"

Massaging her spot, I play with her clit at the same time, moving my mouth around her nipple and sucking softly

Her hips move, meeting my fingers, making them slide in deeper and hitting her spot with every wet thrust

Her little clit throbs under my thumb and I can't fucking wait to have it in my mouth

I've been craving her since the last time, desperately wanting to taste her again

Switching to her other nipple, I play and nibble on it, adding another finger, her hole stretching to make room

"Good girl", I murmur when she moans and her cunt clenches around my fingers so hard, "Gonna clench like that around my cock?"

"Yes!", she cries, her body shaking as she cums, squirting all over my hand, "Yes, yes, yes, Yoongi!"

I keep moving my hand through her orgasm until she finishes

Letting go of her nipple, I lift my head, satisfaction in her gaze

She lifts her head, her mouth against mine in a hot kiss, her tongue already down my throat

And I answer in kind, my tongue against hers

She holds me close to her, her fingers bunching in my hair and I can feel how much she wants me

Like I can touch her desire for me

It's something I haven't felt from anyone in a long time and I'm so grateful I'm feeling it from her

From the girl I love

Pulling gently away, I smile, kiss her cheek, then starting from her neck, I slowly lick down her body

"Fuck, Yoongi", she murmurs, her skin trembling under my tongue, her sweat tasting so good

I reach her open legs and immediately lick along her pussy so softly it's like I'm not even touching her

Her thighs quiver around my head as I run the tip of my tongue in barely there licks

"Yoongi", she whimpers, goosebumps rising on her thighs under my hands

I move my tongue along her slit, the tip opening her swollen pussy lips, tasting her juice

So good

Dropping my tongue down, I circle her hole, feeling her pussy try to pull my tongue in

Giving in, I sink my tongue inside her, moaning as she clenches hard around me, her juice rushing into my mouth

I swallow, pulling my tongue out, then moving back in slowly, feeling her cunt throb

Each pulse is going straight to my incredibly hard cock

Swiping my tongue up, I lick her clit, a loud moan escaping her, her hand plunging in my hair, holding my head on her

I get the hint and lavish her throbbing clit with lick after lick

Her hips move, grinding her pussy against my face, soaking me so much it's running down my neck

And I just revel in it, sliding my tongue down and burying my face in her pussy

"Yoongi", she cries, her back arching as I continue to pleasure her

I could literally stay in between her legs for hours

And now that she's mine I can

"Baby", I murmur, rubbing the tip of my tongue against her clit again, "Wanna taste your cream"

"Fuck", she whimpers

"Please jagi", I ask, sucking on her clit, feeling it throb against my lips, sending pleasure down my spine, "Want you to cum in my mouth"

Speeding up my mouth, I tug on her bump harder and faster, her entire body shaking on the bed

She's close and I'm so excited

Giving her a long suck, she screams my name, her hips snapping in my face as she cums

I immediately drop my tongue down, into her hole, feeling her pussy cum all over it

I moan loudly, the pulses feeling so fucking good, her sweet sweet cream filling my mouth and I swallow eagerly

"So good jagi", I moan, between swallows, "So fucking good"

When she finishes, I continue to lick her cunt, making sure I get every last drop

Then I press kiss after kiss up her body, her skin jumping against my lips

Getting to her lips, I kiss her, moving on top of her, her legs wrapping around me

I sink my aching cock into her pussy, moaning from the relief I feel, her cunt opening slightly for me to slide in then latching on tightly

"Oh god", I whimper against her lips, "So good. Fuck so good"

The pleasure of just getting inside her is intense, just washing over every inch of my body

Sitting up, I open her legs wide and watch her cunt take my cock, her tiny hole splitting open so wide as I bottom out

"Fuck, Yoongi", she whimpers

"Feels good?", I ask, my breathing increasing

"Yes, fuck yes, so good", she cries

"Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to see this pussy wrapped around my cock again", I murmur, loving how good we look together, "How much I wanted to be back inside you. Feel your kisses, your arms around me, your skin against mine. You were all I thought about this entire time we were apart"

"You were all I thought about too Yoongi. I just wanted you. I always wanted you"

Now I know

I had no idea before but now I know

And I'm completely hers

"I'm yours now jagi", I assure her, "You can have me anytime you want. I promise"

"You can have me too naekkeo", she whispers, a huge smile bursting on my face from the pet name

"I want you now jagi", I tell her

"I want you now too Yoongi"

I nod, pushing her legs to her chest, I pull my cock out of her warm pussy, then burying back inside in one shot

That one move snaps something inside me and I start moving fast and hard

She screams my name, her pussy so pretty on my cock

Her swollen pussy lips petaling open, her little clit throbbing, her cunt soaking me thoroughly

Her clenching around my cock is so tight, the bliss increasing with each thrust into her

I'm sweating so much and I push my hair back off my face

I swear I've never been as sweaty during sex as I've been with her

She just unleashes something in me, a desire for her that I've never felt before

I need her

I need to be with her

I ram my cock deep into her, making sure I hit her spot, listening to her yell for me to go harder

Which I do

The sound of our skin hitting each other gets louder the faster I move, her cunt creaming my cock like a fountain with each hit to her spot

Just coat after coat of pretty cream, a thick ring of it forming around the base of my dick

Such a fucking pretty sight that I know I'm going to want to keep seeing again and again

Everyday

"Your pussy looks so pretty creaming my cock like this", I murmur, watching her hole strain around my thick base

"Yoongi", she cries

God, her screams of my name are so fucking beautiful

I'm not used to having my name screamed

Ever

Mia never did it

And the first time Joanne screamed my name when she came, I was floored

But then she did it again

And again

And I will do anything to hear that

To hear her scream, whimper, whine, whisper my name

During sex and outside of sex

Just hearing her say my name, in her gorgeous voice, fuck I love it

I crave it

Her body arches and move my arm around her, holding her against me, ploughing her into the bed

Her eyes are watery, some tears falling down her face as she looks at me with completely fucked out eyes

I smirk, increasing my movements, feeling her cunt strangle my cock

"Cum for me jagi", I tell her, pounding her tiny pussy, splitting her on my dick, "Want to feel you fall apart on my cock again"

She whimpers, her fingers twisting in the sheets so hard, her body quaking with each thrust

"God baby, I crave it", I egg her on, "The whole month I just wanted to feel you cum all over my cock. Squeeze my dick so tightly as you throb and completely soak me"

"Oh god, baby", she moans, so close

"Can you give it to me?", I ask, "Please, give it to me"

I want it right now

Burying deep into her, her body squirms as she cums, her pussy clamping and choking on my cock

"Yoongi!", she screams, her pussy gushing cream, utter pleasure hitting me hard

I choke back a yell, pushing back my orgasm and just feel the intense pleasure

I can't, it feels too fucking good

I feel her hands grabbing at my arms and I let go of her legs

She pulls me down on top of her, her lips crashing against mine, kissing me desperately

Her hips start moving, grinding on my cock, her small hands on my back, clinging onto me

I meet her small thrusts, slipping in deeper, loving the way she takes my cock so easily

Her hands slide slowly up and down my back as we move together, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in every single molecule of my body

I run my hand up her body, her skin trembling under each of my fingertips

I move my kisses to her neck, loving the soft moans coming from her

Lifting my head, I watch her in pleasure, watching the way her body shakes for me, the light sheen of sweat on her body, her hair wet with it

She's so fucking beautiful, so ethereal, like an angel

She is

My angel

"So beautiful", I tell her, her eyes moving to mine, "You're so beautiful Jo. My beautiful jagi"

She smiles her gorgeous smile, my heart racing, the breath leaving my lungs

"I love you Yoongi"

"I love you Joanne. So fucking much"

She nods, "So much naekkeo"

She kisses me passionately, her hands moving around my neck, her fingers burying in my hair

As I kiss her, I move up a little, my arm sliding around her, pulling her up with me, keeping her right against me, skin against skin, my lips and tongue locked onto hers

I slam my other hand on the bed, holding us up as I roll my hips slowly, burying my cock inside her again and again

I can feel every inch of her pussy open for me, feel every drop of cream on my cock, feel every suck of my cock as she tugs me inside, every spasm

I feel every move her fingers make in my hair, every press of her lips, her tongue against mine, every bead of sweat mixing with mine

All my senses are tuned into her

After a few more strokes, she orgasms, her pussy fluttering around my dick, utterly wetting me

"Yoongi", she whimpers, leaning her forehead against mine, her breath against my lips

I let the ecstacy run over me and I bury inside her, my cock throbbing as I release in her pussy

"Joanne", I whimper, the pleasure so fucking phenomenal, I can't stop the shaking my body is doing, "Jagi, fuck, so good"

"Mmm so good", she confirms, then presses a soft kiss to my lips

I kiss her back as I finish, just wanting her lips, her body against mine

Pulling out, we lay down, cuddling into each other, kissing as if we're never going to stop

And the best part?

We don't

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One month later

J POV

"I'll get the drinks naekkeo", I tell him

"You sure? I can do it", he says

"Oh stop baby", I say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, "I'll be right back"

"Ok jagi", he grins at me

Kissing his soft lips again, I get up and make my way to the bar

Yoongi and I decided to go out tonight, to the same bar we came to with Hongjoong and Mia

This place had bad memories with Mia's flirting and Yoongi's jealousy of Hongjoong and we decided to come here together to make happier memories

It's working as we're having a really good time

Just hanging out in a booth, sipping drinks, snacking and being together

I get to the bar and order our drinks

Yoongi and I have gone from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend seamlessly

After all we're basically doing the same things we've done before except now we're together all the time and we've added kisses, cuddles and hand holding

And sex

Lots and lots of sex

I'm watching the bartender make Yoongi's drink when I hear, "Hey", next to me

I turn to find the man who was flirting with Mia next to me

Jae

Grinning a stupid goofy smile

I roll my eyes, then look away from him

"I know you", he says, "You're the girl who told me to fuck off when I was flirting with that girl who had a boyfriend"

"Uh-huh", I snap

"For the record, I didn't know she had a boyfriend"

"Uh-huh"

This bartender needs to hurry up

"So-"

"No thanks", I answer

"Uh what?"

"Whatever you're going to say the answer is no. So you can go"

"Oh playing hard to get huh?", he smirks

He actually smirks and it takes everything in me not to smack him

I don't need a lawsuit

"No-"

"Let me buy you a drink and I'm sure I can change your mind"

Ok, now I'm done

"Do you see that man over there", I ask him, pointing to Yoongi, who's glaring at Jae

"The guy with all the tattoos?"

"Yeah him"

"I see him. So what?", Jae says

"That man is going to kick your ass after I finish doing it first"

Jae raises his eyebrows in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my boyfriend and he will not hesitate to kick the shit out of you so I suggest you fuck right off"

He scowls, "You don't have to be such a jerk"

I scoff, "You should learn to take a fucking hint. Or you know, listen when a girl tells you to fuck off. Otherwise you'll get your ass handed to you"

"Wow, tell that guy my condolences for having you as a girlfriend", he snaps

"Yeah yeah, fuck off already"

He scowls, then walks to the other side of the bar

The bartender hands me my drinks and I take them back to her table

"Who was that?", Yoongi asks quietly as I hand him his drink

"Some loser who wouldn't take no for an answer until I told him my boyfriend was going to kick his ass"

His eyes widen in surprise but then he chuckles, "You didn't"

"Oh I did naekkeo. You saw me pointing you out and I told him you'd kick the shit out for him. After I was done doing that too"

"Of course jagi", he laughs

His arm moves around me and I lean against him, so happy to be in his arms

"You know I'd do it", he says softly as I take a sip of my drink

"Hmm? Do what?", I ask, looking at him to find his eyes already on me

"I'd fight anyone for you jagi", he tells me, "Anyone who tries to take you from me.... I'd kick their ass with no questions asked"

"You don't have to worry about that baby", I assure him, "I would never choose anyone over you"

"I know jagi but if someone tried....I just...I can't lose you. I never did anything when it was Mia and that's because I didn't feel anything for her like I do for you. You....I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything Jo and I will fight anyone who tries to hurt you or tries to take you"

I smile, happy that he loves me as much as I love him

"I understand baby", I tell him, "And just know, I'd do the same. Any girl who tries to take you...I'm gonna knock them out"

He laughs, "Ok baby. But you don't have to worry about that either. I don't care about any other girls. I only want you"

"That's good", I smile

He smiles his gorgeous smile, my heart pounding faster

He's so fucking hot, anything he does turns me on

Like right now he's just sipping his drink and I want him

Making up for lost time I guess

"C'mon naekkeo", I whisper in his ear, running my fingers in his soft hair, "Finish your drink so we can go home and I can fuck you"

His eyes widen, he downs his drink and smirks, "Done"

I giggle, "Oh baby boy wants to be ridden huh?"

"You have no idea", he murmurs, "Get up now"

"Yes sir", I smirk, standing and taking his hand

He gets up and ushers me out of the bar and to the car

Once we're in the car, he takes my hand, laces our fingers and starts driving home

[unbloomedrose]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝗚𝗪𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗠

No plagiarism

This is pure a fictional story as I wrote this from my own ideas

No hate or anything towards the characters

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Run run run y/n ! ", su hyeok screamed when he saw the zombies running towards us we ran fast as fast we can namra pulled my hand and ran pulling me with her we all ran inside a classroom and breath in and out geongsu locked the door and slipped down there breathing heavily Cheong San throwed the water bottle at him he grabbed it struggling and gulped it in a sec we all looked at each other then sighed

Hey you are infected ! ", nayeon screamed looking at me grabbing everyone attention onjo took her steps infront of me and checked my arms while looking in my eyes

Is that a bit mark ? ", she asked me as i shaked my heart as no

Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say

nayeon said making evryone look down then walked towards me grabbing my arms but before she could pull geongsu stepped infront of her pulling her from me she stumbled on her steps and glared at him

What ?! Don't tell me that you don't belie-.

I don't believe you at all ", geongsu said as he stood infront me

It's alright geongsu I'm fine I'll leave ", i said while walking away but he stopped me again

You don't have to leave just cuz that b*tch said y/n ", he said as he glared at her she gasped as she looked around to gain attention

"Tf you just called me? a*shole ! ", she said as she punched him as they fought with each other cheongsan screamed and stood infront of them as he pushed them away from each other ", stop it guys ! He screamed at them

Y/n ? Is that really a bite mark ? "He asked as he stepped closer to me

No ! It's not I was with you guys ..", i explained to them but they don't seem to believe I just smiled then walked to the door about to open untill geongsu stopped me again

Don't go i believe you

I can't stay with one person trust geongsu..",i said walking out of the class smiling at them one last time i ran out of the class sobbing on the way trying to forget that my own friends didn't believed me i ran ran ran and ran pushing all the zombies I was exhausted but still I ran I ran outside the school halls i saw a bat there I took it and swing it around the zombies face there I saw a small way to somewhere being scared I ran inside there

Shit

I cursed at myself when I saw lotts of zombies were coming towards me I ran into another side and there were none i sighed heavily as i sat there taking a deep breath sobbing my eyes out I was crying untill someone patted on my shoulder I got scared and about to swing the bat on that zombie but someone grabbed it and held it tight when i saw who it was it was a boy clothes dripping in blood one of his eyes are damaged he looked at me up and down

Who are you ?"he asked as he pulled the bat towards him I got scared for dear life he stepped closer to me he smelled me and smiled creepily as I was shivering to dead because of his cold gaze

I'm ---",i said as he raised his eyebrows in confusion

I've never seen you here before?..

I'm a new transferred student from ___", I said as he laughed giving the bat to me i smiled and thanked him as he looked confused ", did you just smiled at me ?", he asked as he looked at me with tense face

Yes is that wrong ?", I asked smiling at him

It's weird ", he said while yawning I took a teddy bandage from bag and sticked on his wood he frowned and stepped back but i stepped closer to him and sticked that bandage on his nose feeling proud I went back smiling he looked at me and then touched his nose glaring at me

Here have this with you this will help "I said giving the bandage to him he pushed it from my hand making me sad I looked away from him taking the bandage from the ground he glared at me again then I was about to walk away untill he said something

Where do you think you going ?

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

chapter 13.

it was another night in the cafe, the same routine seemed to be never ending. as i scrubbed the counter down after spilling my own drink, i thought about Johnnie. i didn't want to have my hopes up that he'd continue to come and see me every night, so i had myself convinced i'd only see him a couple times this week, if even at all. i scrubbed the counter until it sparkled, wanting to keep myself busy with anything i could. if Johnnie was up, he would've texted me. and if he is up and didn't, then that's fine. i kept telling myself the same thing to try and quiet my mind, but i gave in and just put in one of my headphones.

it was around 11 pm when a trio of girls stumbled into the cafe. 2 of them were very obviously under the influence while the other must've been the designated driver because she had a miserable look on her face. the sober girl shooed them off, telling them to go sit somewhere. she walked up to me with an exasperated smile. "you seem like you're having a great night." i say sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.

she sighed, "yeah. so sorry if they cause any trouble." she says shyly.

"all good, what can i get for you?" the bell on the door rings as someone else walks in. i didn't glance over while i was listening to her order. whenever she was finished ordering snacks for her friends, she thanked me and went to sit with them.

johnnie walked up after her with a tired smile. "hey."

i tilted my head and smiled softly. "why don't you take melatonin or something? your sleep schedule must be shit if you come and see me every night." i tease

"i mean, it's worth it. in the day you're usually asleep." i looked at him, confused, "so i can't see you." he explained further, lightly laughing.

"well, i'm so glad you come see me so often," i smile, but my mood immediately flipped as someone else walked in. a sweet looking old lady stood behind johnnie in the line. "you ordering anything?"

"probably not tonight. i just planned on seeing if i could talk to you for a bit." he moved out of the way and went to sit at his usual table. after i served this customer, i planned on going to sit with him.

"hello, ma'am. what can i get for you?" i repeated the words i had at least a hundred times in the past month. as she went through her order, i took a couple glances around the cafe. johnnie sat on his phone, leaving back in the chair lazily. meanwhile, one of the intoxicated girls was really eyeing him. it looked as if she was undressing him with her eyes, and i hated it. i watched as she turned to her friend and whispered before smiling and blushing and looking back at him. i think i visibly rolled my eyes.

"that'll be all!" her bottom lip slightly quivered as she smiled.

"i'll have that right out for you." i walked over to our case of pastries, occasionally taking glances back at the girl. she seemed to be scheming something. i collected her two cheese danishes before going off to make her vanilla latte. i set her things on the counter in front of where she was standing before telling her the total. she paid and went on her merry way.

i exited from behind the counter and sat across from johnnie. whenever he realized i was done, he shut off his and fixed his posture to face me correctly. "seems like a busy ass night."

"yeah, i mean, luckily i get off at, like, 3." which was about 3 hours before the day shift started. johnnie nodded. i watched as the same girl walked up behind johnnie. she had long, red, pin straight hair and the cutest freckles i had ever seen, which almost made me mad. she was beautiful, and if she was about to hit on johnnie, i didn't stand a chance compared.

she tapped on his shoulder while staring me dead in the eyes. " hi, i'm amelia." she smiled sweetly, sticking out her hand to johnnie.

"hi," johnnie replied, sounding confused but not taking her hand. him not taking her hand made me want to smile, but it was such a small gesture, i convinced myself it was nothing.

she cleared her throat as she put her hand down. "well, i think you're really cute," she blushed, "can i get your number?" her hand grazed his shoulder.

he slightly furrowed his eyebrows, glancing towards me before turning back to her. "i'm not looking for a relationship right now, no thanks." he said nonchalantly before turning back to me. she opened her mouth to say something but ultimately walked back to her seat without saying a word. "did i ever get your tiktok? i wanna send you shit." he immediately changed the subject.

"no, one sec." i pulled up tiktok and showed him my username. as he was looking me up, o began to spam text jake.

me: jake

me: jakeee

me: jake!!!

and so on for at least 30 seconds before he texted me back.

jake: whaaat why can't i sleep D:

me: because this girl was tryna get his number but he said he's not looking for a relationship is that true???

jake: i can't say much but that is not the case for that inbred

me: well damn good but what 😭

jake: is that it

jake: can i sleep now 🙃

me: yes get your beauty sleep cause you need it lol

jake: girl have you seen me?? gn

me: lol night

i turned off my phone and looked at johnnie, feeling much better. "you find it?"

"damn, sorry, i'm slow." he smiled awkwardly, a blush growing on his face. i smiled back.

[gffa]

LET ME TELL YOU WHY JASON TODD IS SO INTERESTING TO ME, because I think this is perfectly in line with his characterization in other places in this storyline (where he's angry at Bruce for feeling like he gets to set all the rules, that he gets to decide what Gotham "needs" as if Bruce was the only one who grew up in Gotham, that Bruce is trying to save him but Jason doesn't want Bruce to save him, where Bruce calls him family and Jason says that's looking at the past through rosy glasses) because Jason's relationship with Bruce is so thorny. He's practically hero worshipping Bruce in these scenes, he's practically putting him up on a pedestal, even when he's angry about it. He tries to pass it off as being realistic about Batman's skills--and he's not wrong, Batman would wipe the floor with these guys, would probably still wipe the floor with Jason if he was being serious about it--but it's more than that, it comes off as that there's a part of Jason who never let go of Batman as this larger than life hero in his eyes, the guy who was impossible to beat, the guy who would always be there, the guy who was his father figure. Despite that in that previous issue we watched as Dick just slid right under Bruce's defenses and clocked him right in the face, in that issue we saw Jason hurl himself at Batman and fought him tooth and nail. He's all over the map when it comes to Bruce, he says one thing in one scene and the opposite in another and I think that really, really works for me because I think that's what Jason's relationship with Bruce is, in his heart.

These panels and this page go hand in hand for me, because this is a summation of Jason's relationship with Bruce: I love you, I hate you, I want you to love me, I can't stand when you love me, I want you to fight for me, I'll spit in your face when you try to fight for me, I will verbally tear down everything you're trying to build in Gotham by saying you don't get to claim me or Gotham, I will tell everyone else trying to horn in on the crime-fighting in Gotham that they'll never be as good as you, I will say I have more in common with Selina than I do with you, but I will never truly join her and I stick to the ideals you taught me more than anything, I will fight you like I don't think you're all that scary, I will tell everyone else that you're undefeatable, I will insult you to your face, I will idealize you in my head, I will love you, I will hate you, I will try to walk away from you, I will define myself by you. Jason's in a war within himself over his feelings towards Bruce and he can't let go of either direction, he can't stop loving him, he can't stop hating him, and it just goes around and around in a circle, no matter how hard he tries to pick one or the other, both are still there, and he's desperately trying to get a reaction from Bruce, from other people, because he's caught in the middle of his own feelings. Jason has his own beliefs, but he'll say or do whatever he thinks will get a reaction that he can work with, one he thinks will help him leverage a situation (even if that just means starting a fight so he doesn't have to confront his own desire to come home in the way he used to be there), and it's all an extension of how he can't solve the problem of Bruce Wayne in his own heart and head, no matter how many times Bruce and the others say they love him, he's family, they want him around. AND THAT IS SO TASTY TO ME, I LOVE IT WHEN A BATBOY IS A REAL HOT MESS.

[ari-gami]

Punkflower

So I've been itching to make some Punkflower fanfiction but i'm not too sure about my writing skills, so I'll post the first chapter here before i commit to AO3.

Summary: Hobie doesn't like the way Gwen handled the situation with Miles, especially after getting to know the guy better. It was messed up, and their friendship is on tense terms. Miles is still reeling from the emotional whiplash from Gwen, one minute feeling betrayed to being thankful, but forgiving her will be hard and he doesn't know if their friendship will ever bounce back into what it was. Luckily he has someone who has had his back from day 1.

"I Don't Like Your Girlfriend"

“You really like this guy huh?”

“Oh my god, shut up Hobie!”

“ I will when ya shut up about that spider from 1610.”

Hobie could see the light blush on Gwen’s cheeks as she turned her head with a huff. It was a bit endearing how her face would scrunch up at the thought of her own feelings, but Hobie knew she wouldn’t allow herself to admit them.

“You know it’s not like that.”

“You care a lot about him, Gwendy, you can admit that much.”

“That’s the scary part, Hobie! I can’t see him again and admitting to myself that I could have..feelings for him would just cause me more heartache. Also, Miguel wouldn’t..” she trailed off.

Hobie had a bitter taste in his mouth. He’s aware of the underlying statement. Miguel already thinks Gwen’s a liability if anything involving Miles Morales occurred, and he would not hesitate to throw her back into the very situation he saved her from if she tried to contact Miles. Gwen would be alone again, and this time, permanently.

He sighed and thought of what he would do if he had such a deep connection to someone, if he had what Gwen had. It's not that he doesn't have anyone close to him, he had Gwen and his bandmates after all, but the way Gwen described her bond with Miles made Hobie ache for something similar. To have a connection forged in mutual hardship, where both parties come out as changed people. To meet and have an initial spark so strong that it would set fire to all aspects of his life afterward. 

             If Hobie had been in Gwen's shoes, he wouldn't have stayed away from Earth 1610. He would've disassembled the watch to reverse engineer one for himself and jump right through the portal back into Miles’s world. (Not that he wasn't working on it now, he hates the idea of multidimensional travel being monopolized.)

             But Gwen was in a delicate situation and right now craved approval from adult figure- that's where they differed. Hobie could tell that if she had to choose between Miles and the Society, she would most likely choose the Society. The idea of that made him a bit sick, knowing that Miles would be betrayed and alone if Gwen didn't play her cards right. He would be all alone, just like Gwen had been, and the worse part, he might never know of the betrayal.

           He would give her time to make her decision, but Hobie would also be making his own. If Miguel starts shit with Miles for being an anomaly, Hobie would be there to help him. If Miguel decided that shunning Miles wasn’t enough and actively went to attack him, Hobie would do everything he could to stop him. The idea that the Society is trying to squash out an outlier to defend the so-called canon went against everything Hobie stood for. 

He just hoped that if it ever came down to Gwen sticking with HQ and Hobie with Miles, their friendship could be salvaged.

           From what Gwen shared, Miles was the type of Spiderman who couldn't be held down when he made up his mind. When everyone ganged up on him, he found a way to prove to them that he was capable of lifting the mantle. (Not that Hobie approved of the other spiders' methods. Actually, he hated the thought of them refusing to help him at such a low point in his life. He truly believes that Miles didn't need to prove himself because, in Hobie's mind, he proved himself by instantly jumping to help send the other Spiders back.) Miles went against everything thrown at him saying he wasn't ready and instead defied the expectations and did it his own way.

            That's pretty punk of him.