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[romanofftherealest]

Mistake

Summary: You can't make the same mistake twice.

Pairings: Professor Natasha Romanoff x College Student Female Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags | Warnings: +18 smut, ANGST, vile, mean, obsessive, hurt and dark Natasha, AMAB!Natasha, hate fuck, crying during sex (not dacryphilia), kind of dubcon, noncon breeding, pregnancy

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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"Isn't Y/N your rival since like 8th grade? You always hated the girl man! How come you're confessing your feelings to her on our graduation day?!" Rhodey groaned while rubbing his entire face as he talked to his best friend who just told his deep shocking secret.

"That's when I started loving her too." Tony simply replied.

You and Tony were actually schoolmates since grade school. And you have always been a top performing student ever since, while Tony only got to show his skills and intelligence not until high school—late bloomer as they say.

Who would imagine that the shy weird kid back in grade school would turn into a big massive fuckboy slash science freak in high school until college?

"So what's the plan, man?" Rhodey can only ask. He and Tony have been side by side since forever so there is no way he will not support him in getting to you. "Tony, as much as I want to support you in this…thing. You know your reputation. First, you are Y/N's acads rival, as long as there are numbers and letters and numbers and letters mixed together you are enemies and everybody knows that. Second, you have a reputation of sleeping with so many women. You know you didn't have your name cleared about the sleep night with the entire cheerleading team two years ago, in fact you didn't want your name cleared because you liked having that reputation."

"That was two years ago, I'm different now, at least I am trying too."

"I can't believe this. But honestly, I'd hit that." Rhodey smirked, showing your beach photo wearing a maxi skirt, a crochet top and the black glasses you always wore.

"Okay, enough of that! That's…that girl is mine, man. Please bro code." He snatched his friends' phone away from him and turned it off. Tony doesn't need to look at your photos anymore since he had memorized each photo of yours because he had been checking on your Instagram for at least twice a day.

"I was just joking! Of course I wouldn't." Rhodey chased his phone and was able to get it before Tony put it in his pocket. "So what's the plan? How will you…you know?" he shrugged while looking intently at his friend.

"Don't worry, I'm never running out of plans and pick up lines." He let out a laugh while also flexing his biceps

"Hey, hey! Friendly advice man? Just cut with your bad pick up lines and be a man. You just told me she's the girl you want to marry and she looks like the type who wouldn't fall for jokes or pick up lines. This isn't any romcoms, if you want her to fall in love with you, compliment and admire her mind—her intelligence."

"O…kay…where did that come from? That was a good one, Rhodey. I never thought I would hear that from you." Tony tried not to laugh his ass off, but the words of wisdom his friend just told him was something he needed.

Rhodey just shrugged, a genuine smile on his face showing as he looked at his friend. "I've always had it in me, Tony. It's just you never asked for some advice. Besides, you're different and so am I. And now, seeing you genuinely in love with this girl? I just know you need some unsolicited advice from mister lover boy right here."

"Hey, I'm a mister lover boy too." Tony pouted.

"You can be. But first, we have 8 minutes to get to Mr. Coulson's class."

The two sprinted out of the cafeteria, not even noticing Professor Romanoff sitting in the corner, her nails grazing hard against her own coffee mug.

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"You're not gonna run for Latin?" you asked Tony, you were frustrated, you expected him to be your rival up until the end but when you knew you were the only one who filed for latin honors in your class, you were infuriated. You should be thankful, really, because you have no more competition but…

"I had 2.75 in molecular dynamics in 3rd year, if you didn't know. So basically, I'm not eligible to run for latin since then." You huffed at his reply, you don't know if it's out of disbelief or relief because he had that grade that made him not qualified for latin anymore.

"Did you purposely fail that class?" you asked him suspiciously. "Because I don't want to have it if you just basically gave it away. Like what you did in our elemag quiz bee during 10th grade, you said I only won because you basically let me, because you were just forced to join."

Tony pinched his nose, trying to hold a giggle. You are so cute, he thought to himself. Always so competitive and he loved every bit of it.

"I sucked at the subject, I promise, princess." He replied sincerely, not teasingly and provoking like he always was when he talks to you. Like when he tells you to calm yourself down before you internalize everything you had reviewed for a quiz bee, because it's just him you're gonna have to contend in some stupid quizzes.

You hated the man, but he's like a part of your system. You wouldn't function without him infuriating you—without him always competing with you.

"So…congratulations, summa cum laude." You were shocked at his words and genuineness but you didn't let him notice. For once, he didn't annoy you—for once—he's not your rival.

Before Tony could hand you the bouquet of tulips he was holding, a student suddenly rushed up to you.

"Hey, Y/N," the student said, her cheeks blushing as her eyes darted between you and Tony. "Professor Romanoff is asking for you in her office."

Hiding the tulips behind his back, Tony feigned nonchalance while you fought back your irritation. You couldn't believe it—even after all this time, he still had an effect on the women in your school. Unknown to you, the student had glimpsed the flowers he was secretly holding in his hands where she thought were for you.

"R-right now?" you stammered and the student nodded before bidding goodbye to the both of you.

“Are you alright?" Tony asked, noticing you turned pale.

As Tony asked you if you were okay, you found yourself blurting out, "Can you come with me?" you immediately regretted your words, silently cursing yourself for asking for help from the one person you loathed the most.

Despite the tension between the two of you, Tony agreed to accompany you to Professor Romanoff's office. As you walked, he fidgeted awkwardly, still holding the bouquet of flowers behind his back. Whenever you stole a glance in his direction, he'd turn away, so you wouldn't notice the bouquet peeking behind him.

The walk was filled with an uncomfortable silence, neither of you uttering a single word until you reached the professor's office.

Tony was about to reach for the door handle to Professor Romanoff's office, you quickly stopped him, passing him your bag. He shot you a questioning look, his eyes filled with concern as he asked, "Are you okay?"

You just gave him a small nod. He took your bag without protest and offered a reassuring nod in return.

"I'll wait for you here." He said, awkwardly holding your tote bag and wiggling his fingers as you go inside. His other arm was tired from having to hold the bouquet behind his back.

He could give it to you after, he thought.

⧗

You closed the door, but you deliberately left it unlocked. After a moment, Professor Romanoff emerged from the bathroom, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

"Professor." You said, your head bowed in respect. Despite your fear and trepidation, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze.

She walked towards you, your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead. Your lips trembled, and your shoulders tensed up as if preparing yourself for the worst. Your shoulders grazed onto each other as she locked the door behind you, trapping you inside with her.

"Is the pictorial done for graduation?" she asked, it came out soft but cold.

You took a deep breath, gathering what little ounce of courage you had left and managed to stammer out, "Yes."

Professor Romanoff's eyes traveled down your body, scrutinizing your outfit. You were wearing a skirt that teetered on the edge of being too short, paired with a fitted white top and a cardigan. You fidgeted, feeling exposed and vulnerable under her stare.

"May I ask why I was being called, professor?" you asked, you bit your lip after for trembling too much.

"You're the only candidate for the Latin in our program. I talked to Professor Coulson and others in the faculty, and all of them said that your position is already secured for it not to drop below a 2," she stated. "Many professors are rooting for you to deliver your speech in 5 months."

And you? You desperately want to ask but you hold yourself back, keeping the question locked inside your mind. You wanted to speak less to her as much as possible, so you just nodded.

The room was filled with silence for several minutes, and you just stood there while she was still sitting in her office chair.

"I missed you."

Your heart literally dropped. The last time you had heard those words from her was two years ago, when you both had been caught up in a dirty secret affair.

"Didn't you miss me too? Detka?" you begged in your mind for her not to call you that russian pet names again, well, it's one of your weaknesses still after so long.

You shook your head side to side in denial and screwed your eyes shut, as if trying to block out the words and the memories they stirred up. The mere thought of admitting to missing her was too much for you to handle—because you did, you missed her so much and you hated yourself for it. So every time your heart flutters when you see her along the hallways, you move to a different direction just to avoid her or if your mind starts to think about her, you immerse yourself in studying which most of the time failed to work.

You tried to be strong and you think you're doing good at it. You told yourself as long as you're not going to be alone with her again, you'd be fine.

And you are definitely not fine right now...

"After you came back from your immersion program, you didn't talk to me anymore..." her voice was dark and tinged with hurt that had festered over the time you had spent away. "What happened to us?" she asked again. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer that you know yourself wouldn't be willing to give.

Because you just want to forget it, forget it all—forget her.

Her words echoed in the air, a single tear slipped down your cheek, your breath growing more labored with each passing second. You couldn't bring yourself to answer her, your throat tight and your body trembling.

"Did you even lo—"

You didn't let her finish, you don't want her to ask you that question because you're afraid about the answer that you had kept hidden, locked in the deep, dark corner of your heart.

"What I felt for you was…genuine."

What a nice way to put it.

"Genuine?" she huffed, she could take that one for now, Natasha thought. "If it's genuine then why am I a secret?"

"It was a mistake!" you rushed as if you were correcting your first statement. What would people think if they knew? That the top student in the university only got her achievements because she was basically a professor's cock sleeve?

"Nat—Professor…what…what happened before was a mistake. I told you that, right? And you know it too! We talked about it after I went to my immersion, that we'll stop. God, please, you know how wrong it was!" you cried desperately, it's not loud but it's enough for her to hear.

"Mistake?" she snapped and you can see the hurt in her eyes. "The bar, yes. That could be a mistake."

You cleared your throat awkwardly, memories of that night suddenly flooding your mind. The way the two of you danced, the way she laughed, how her lips tasted like whiskey...and then, the realization that hit you both when you're both sobered up. That was the night you first slept with her, so much for being drunk you didn't realize it was your professor—the professor you had a crush on.

"What about here?" she pointed to her desk, where she had pounded you for dear life after class because you had joked to her that if you get a perfect quiz then you'll have a reward from her—and you did, she had made you cum twice for the recitation and quiz she had prepared for class, specifically for you. "And there?" You looked towards her sofa, where a lot of things happened between you two. You sucking her off when she gets so frustrated during a meeting, riding her if she's too tired from paperworks—all the dirtiest kinks were done on that thing. Even the softest ones where you both cuddled up after you didn't win the regional college quiz bowl or when you straddled her while teaching her how to tie a necktie.

"Motels, my car, my apartment, here again in my office during prom where you begged me to fuck your ass while wearing your prom queen crown." Her voice grew darker, matching the intense memories playing out in her mind. "Tell me baby, were those a mistake too? It would really hurt my feelings if you said yes."

You sobbed, shaking your head side by side, trying to dispel the memories and she can see the fear and denial in your eyes. You can just walk right now and end this torturous reminiscing. But you felt trapped in place, trapped in those memories, and she was too—she was trapped in the need to make you remember.

"Please, stop." You hiccup, trying to hold back a sob. You continue to shake your head over and over.

"You can't just go around, fuck me up and then say that's it's just a mistake afterwards." She spat, standing to walk towards you.

She loomed over you, her tall frame casting a shadow, making you feel small and vulnerable. She could see you shaking, hear your ragged breathing and it only fueled her frustration.

"Bent over my desk with that perfect little ass in the air, waiting..." she moved closer, her hand reaching out to trace your collarbone.

She watched you scramble to your feet, a dark satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as you approached her desk. She followed close behind, her heels clicking on the floor. When you reached the desk, she pressed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, bending you over it.

As she bent you over, you let out a soft moan, your face pressed against the cool surface of the desk. She could see your body relax, falling into the familiar position. Her hand slowly inched up your skirt, feeling the soft fabric bunch under her fingers.

"You still remember, don't you?"

She stepped closer, pressing her length against your backside, feeling the thin barrier of her pants between you two. You found yourself grinding back against her feeling she was growing harder.

"Fuck you're still such a slut for my cock." She smirked as she gripped your waist. "Is it still a mistake? Huh? Slut? You grinding your slutty pussy back against my cock?"

You shook your head side by side, biting your lip to contain your moans.

"I need you to say it, slut." She spat.

"N-no, it's…it's not a mistake, professor." You said in a shaky tone.

Without warning, she reached down and unzipped her pants, pulling out her thick, hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly behind your back, the tip rubbing against your ass through your panties.

"Fuck, I've missed this," she pressed the head of her cock against your ass, rubbing it against your panties. "Gonna fuck this tight little pussy again, just like old times." She pushed aside your panties, revealing your vulnerable entrance, "Missed how perfectly you take me." In one smooth motion, she thrust forward, burying herself deep inside you.

"N-Nat!" your back arched even further as you cried out a breath.

"I missed you calling me by my name." She said in a ragged breath, "I want you to shout it so Stark can hear it behind those doors." Her other hand reached around to grab your hair, tangling it in her fist as she pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your back further and to look at the door of her office where Tony was waiting. You were too dumb to think how she even knew Tony was just outside the door.

"Ugh, ugh-gu—" your voice and moans only seemed to spur her on. She began pounding into you, the rhythm steady and intense. She pulled out slightly, just the tip still inside you, before slamming back in with renewed ferocity that made you cry.

"You made me struggle, everyday, seeing you walk around in those fucking skimpy clothes...and letting anyone touch you, but not me." Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust. "I didn't reach you because I respect you so much, love you so fucking much. And I know you will run back to me eventually…"

"But you didn't…fuck, you didn't come back to me. Am I…am I that easy to let go, Y/N?" she asked with so much vulnerability and hate. "Do you know how hard it is to watch you go on for a day without me? When I couldn't?"

You felt some hot liquid dripping down onto your bare back, your clothes being bunched up…are those tears? You are too dumbed down to think but you noticed how Natasha held back a sob, covering up trying to sound cold and resentful towards you.

"Natasha…" you called out to her, you wanted to hold her against you but she snapped forward continuously and sloppily, hitting a spot inside you that made you whimper. "F-fuck!" you cried, it was loud and that made you cover up your own mouth.

Her climax hit and she buried herself to the hilt inside you, holding perfectly still as she rode out her orgasm. Waves of her hot cum filled your pussy, coating your insides, but she didn't say a word, she didn't tell you or even warn you. She just stayed frozen, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

She gazed down, biting her trembling lip as she observed her cock, slick with both your arousal and her release, still buried deep inside you. A shudder ran through her as she felt the last drops of cum seep out on the tip of her shaft. Slowly pulling out, she couldn't help but moan softly at the erotic sight of her thick cum slowly oozing out of your well-used pussy. You innocently wiggle your ass as you move and it only intensified the lewd display.

You stood all by yourself and she calmly situated herself back into her leather office chair, cleaning herself up, refusing to look at your trembling form.

"N-Nat?" you called, a tear running down your cheeks. You saw her reddened eyes and flushed cheeks—you were right—she was crying, but so are you. You slowly backed away, frantically tugging at your disheveled clothes, you could feel her cum still dripping slowly into your panties. "Nat? Can we talk?" you tried again, you didn't like the feeling of this. You felt used.

"You can go now." She said flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

You walked towards the door, desperation etched on your face, hoping for some kind word, any sign of affection. You hated yourself for expecting some that you wanted to slap yourself. You frantically swiped at your wet cheeks, trying your best not to break down in front of her. But no matter how hard you rubbed, more tears spilled out. You couldn't catch a break, each blink bringing forth a new wave of salty drops.

And her? She just sat there, staring at her computer screen, her expression cold and heartless as if nothing happened.

She has done her plan for you anyways. So there is nothing to talk about anymore, the last thing on her list is you running back to her.

As you rushed your way out, you saw your bag on the chair with a bouquet of flowers. "Hey, Y/N. This is for you, I had to leave for the chess team. I really hate doing this but I'd like you to be my date on senior night. —T.S."

You could only huff, your brows pinching together to hold the tears that are threatening to fall again. But you weren't able to help it, you ended up having a breakdown outside her office, with the flowers on your arm and the evidence of what she did to you still oozing inside of you.

⧗

"Ladies and gentlemen, faculty, family, friends..." your voice cracked slightly, betraying your nerves, but you steadied yourself, refusing to let the ghosts of the past dictate this moment. "We've worked tirelessly, overcome obstacles, and in some cases, experienced pain both personal and academic."

You glanced down at your notes, a faint smile playing on your lips as you continued. "I'd like to thank my family and friends for their unwavering support, my blockmates for turning sleepless nights into unforgettable memories, and lastly, I want to express my deepest gratitude to the professors who have molded us into the graduates we are today."

As you scanned the audience, your gaze landed on Professor Romanoff, who sat upright, her expression unreadable. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. With a deep breath, you concluded your speech. "Thank you, and congratulations to the class of 2025!"

The graduation ceremony drew to a close, and the air was filled with joyous cheers and the clicking of cameras. As you mingled with your fellow graduates, collecting well-wishes and hugs, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It seemed like everyone was drawn to you—your classmates, their families, even some of the professors. You were the center of attention, the summa cum laude, the valedictorian.

As you made your way through the crowd, congratulations ringing in your ears, a different sort of tension gripped you. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the whispers that began to rise around you. Your swelling stomach was becoming more prominent by the second, stretching the fabric of your gown. You caught a few raised eyebrows and exchanged looks of confusion among your peers, their eyes glued to you.

The whispers grew louder, more urgent, as realization dawned on everyone. The batch valedictorian delivered her speech with a baby bump that had been concealed beneath flowing gowns and baggy clothes all semester, but now there was no hiding it. Exactly four months along, your secret was suddenly the most spoken topic at this joyous event.

Tony stood near enough to be seen by you, a bouquet of roses hiding behind his back. He had been about to confess his feelings, to tell you that your intellect and beauty had captivated him all these years you had been rivals. But now, as he noticed the unmistakable curve of your belly, while you noticed how he stepped back. His perfectly prepared speech shattered in his mind.

He walked away from you as if he was disappointed in you. At the same time you could feel the shift in the atmosphere, not just from him but the disappointment radiating off the crowd like a physical force.

You tried to smile at those around you to mask the dam that is going to break soon, but you still held your chin up with the little courage and confidence you had left in you.

"Mama, I'll just talk to someone. I'll meet you in the car." Your mother has been very supportive of you, yes, she scolded you when she got the news that you were pregnant. She always looked up and expected more from you, but still, she accepted and took care of you.

With a deep breath, you marched down the corridor towards her office. There were no people around and that's when it suddenly hit you. Tears started rushing down your cheek as your heels clicked urgently against the polished floor even though your OB gyne told you to stop wearing elevated shoes, you wiped them away frantically because you don't want to face her feeling vulnerable like this. The determination etched on your face chased away any lingering doubts. You were going to face this head-on, consequences be damned.

As you pushed open the door, she glanced up from her desk, surprise momentarily flashing across her features before smoothing into a smirk.

She leaned back in her leather chair, folding her hands atop the polished wood. "Y/N, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

"Natasha…" she is not your professor anymore, you are way past that now. Right at this moment, she is just Natasha. You stepped forward, your hand traveling down your stomach. Your built up mask breaks, feeling vulnerable and exposed in front of her. You held back your tears, shaming yourself. "I have never been with anyone but you. I'm pregnant…I-I think you got me—"

She got your message, of course she did. Because this is exactly how she planned it to be, her claiming you in a way you didn't expect, you running back to her all vulnerable, and her turn saying…

"It was a mistake."

[ldydeath]

Feels Like I'll Die Without You Part 2 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You can’t get Jiyong off your mind, no matter how hard you try. When he invites you to his album release you decide to go despite your best judgment. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: cheating, unprotected sex. Author’s Note: Minors please don’t interact. This is part two of Feels Like I’ll Die Without You. There’s probably going to be more parts to this, I hope you enjoy this part!

PART ONE

Leaving the party had been one of the hardest things you’d ever done. It should’ve been easy, you had someone waiting for you at home. Your ex boyfriend whom you hadn’t thought about in twelve years shouldn’t be in your head still and yet here you were in your hotel, replaying the kiss in your mind. 

There was no reason for you to even be thinking about that kiss. You should’ve never allowed yourself the opportunity to be alone with him. Clearly some habits were hard to break no matter how long ago you last had them. You picked up your phone, scrolling through the contacts until you got to Jiyong’s name. A name you should’ve deleted twelve years ago when he walked out of your Los Angeles apartment. Your finger hovered over the text icon, biting down on your lip. You shouldn’t. 

Jiyong? 

The one and only.  He replied back instantly as if he’d been waiting for your text. 

You would keep the same number. 

So did you. 

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard in your hotel suite. 

I can’t stop thinking about you. Can I see you before I fly home? 

I have an album release tomorrow, if you want to come by. I can’t stop thinking about you either.

Send me the details, I’ll be there.

You read his words over and over, a small smile on your lips. This was wrong but you’d already cheated. What was the harm in seeing him one more time before you never saw him again?  You knew in the back of your mind if you went to his album release there was no going back. You’d left tonight for a reason, because you knew if you hadn’t you would’ve had him on that table as many times as you could go until you got caught. 

“What’s got you so happy?” Youngbae’s voice rang out. Jiyong tried to hide his phone but Youngbae glanced at the contact first.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, sliding the phone into his pocket. 

“Playing a dangerous game, Ji.” Youngbae warned before patting his friend on the back. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jiyong nodded and Youngbae took off. 

Jiyong knew there wasn’t going to be a happy ending for him, talking to you. He couldn’t help it though. He’d known the minute he’d walked out of your apartment all those years ago he’d never be able to get over you. If you wanted to see him again, he wasn’t going to say no. Pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sent you the details for the album release, waved goodbye to the few stragglers at the party and headed home.

You looked down as your phone buzzed again, rolling your eyes at the party invite. Dress code: A touch of Jiyong. You highly doubted you had clashing patterns in your suitcase, but you did have a scarf. You could work with that.

The next evening rolled around fast, almost too fast and as you put the final touches on your outfit you realized this was the first album release you’d both been at together since yours. Maybe you shouldn’t go. As much as you wanted to convince yourself that this was just a friendly meeting, you knew the truth. If he dragged you away again you weren’t going to be strong enough to say no.  Tying the scarf around your neck you grabbed your bag and headed to your car. You’d regret this in the morning.

 The party was in full swing when you showed up, sneaking in a bag door. The last thing you needed was for anyone to spot you going to a G-Dragon party. The media would have a field day with it and this needed to be kept secret. Your eyes wandered around the room spotting all the familiar faces before landing on Jiyong. Your breath catching in your throat as his eyes locked on yours. It wasn’t fair for anyone to look that good. Especially in that stupid hat. Was it glued to his head? 

He smirked at you, eyebrows raised as he took a sip from his drink. This was his night and he was going to make you do the work. You raised your head high as you made your way into the party, your eyes staying locked on his as you walked across the room.

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” The smirk a permanent fixture on his face. 

You wanted to smack it off his face but instead you let your eyes trail his body, another perfectly fit suit, as if he was trying to kill you. 

“I can’t leave early so you’re going to have to stop looking at me like that.” His voice broke your thoughts and you glared up at him. 

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He snorted at your words. 

“Okay. Let’s get you a drink.” You rolled your eyes at him but followed him further into the room, grabbing a drink from the bar.

As you took a sip you allowed yourself a second to take in your surroundings. The party was very him and you couldn’t help but feel proud of how he’d turned his life around. The Jiyong you knew would have long been drunk by now. 

“You good for a second? Gotta go introduce the album.” You nodded and he walked off.

You watched intently as he introduced the album and thanked all the usual people for their support over his hiatus. The cheers of his friends and team filled the room and you couldn’t help but grin at him as the familiar tune of the first track started playing. He made his way over to you, you both standing in comfortable silence as the songs played on. 

“This one is about you.” He whispered in your ear as the fifth song started playing. 

You turned to him wide eyed. He was still writing songs about you? You’d had your suspicions on a few over the years but the outright confirmation made your heart leap out of your chest. He looked down at you, the smirk replaced by something else. Love, maybe? Definitely lust. Before you could respond he shushed you and pointed to his ear as if telling you to just listen. 

“This one too.” He smirked as the last track started. Hearing the words you raised a brow at him. He definitely knew what game he was playing. 

As the song came to an end and everyone cheered again, you looked over as Jiyong. The music replaced with the playlist he’d approved for the evening and you slid your hand into his. His brow shot up in surprise. As if picking up the hint, Jiyong led you through the party and to the empty bathroom, locking the door after he led you inside. 

Your lips were on his in an instant, picking up right where you’d left off the night before. Jiyong’s hands trailed from your arms to your waist and finally to your legs before he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him and he leaned you against the wall, his lips never leaving yours. Your dress hiked up your thighs and you rocked your hips against him. 

Jiyong let out a low growl, breaking the kiss to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw. He moved a hand up to untie your scarf, throwing it to the ground and you made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down his arms. He shrugged out of it one arm at a time, doing his best to keep you steady against the wall as your hips grinned against him again. 

His hand trailed down your body, his hand resting by your underwear and you rocked your hip into his hand. He let out another low groan, his lips finding their way back yours as his hand pushed brushed against you. 

“Are you sure?” He mumbled against your lips and nodded as your fingers ran down his chest, stopping at his belt. He pushed your underwear aside and slipped a finger inside. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me.” He mumbled as he slid another finger in, rubbing against your wet center. 

Your hips rocked in motion with his fingers and you undid his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down, his hard cock springing free. Your hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly. 

“I need you.” You whispered against his lips. Jiyong’s eyes shot open as he removed his hand from inside you.

 Your eyes met and he pushed your hand away from you before positioning himself before entering you. He entered you slowly, filling you up, your walls hugging around him tightly and you both let out a groan.  He began thrusting in and out of you slowly, your head falling back to rest on the wall as you let out a moan. 

Your hips rolled against him and that was all he needed to pick up the pace. This needed to be quick, before you got caught and you leaned your head forward capturing his lips again. Your mouths swallowed each other's moans as Jiyong thrust in and out of you. 

“Ji, I’m so close.” You whispered and he let out a moan as he gave two more hard thrusts. 

Everything went hazy and you arched your back just slightly allowing him to hit your g spot with ease. Your eyes squeezed shut as you climaxed, your head falling back again. Jiyong let out a groan as he reached his own orgasm, unloading inside of you. You both stayed pressed against each other, him inside of you, your legs around his as you caught your breath. You leaned in giving him a gentle kiss before he pulled out and you slid down him, landing on your feet. 

“We should get back out there.” You looked around for your scarf, tying it back around your neck.

Jiyong nodded, zipping up his pants before putting his shirt back on. You reached up to smooth your hair back down and gave him a small smile. 

“You’re leaving, huh?” 

“I should. The album is great though.” Jiyong smiled at your words, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, thanks.” He paused, his eyes finding yours. “I’m guessing this is the last time I’ll see you?” 

“I have to go home, Ji. I have someone waiting for me there.” 

“Right. Well, thanks for coming.” You walked over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. 

“Take care of yourself,  Ji.” 

“You too.” 

You gave him one last smile before walking out of the bathroom. You wanted to say so much more, but you knew you shouldn’t. There was nothing left to say, was there? 

Jiyong stood in the bathroom for a little longer than he probably should, but he knew he didn’t have it in him to watch you walk away again. After what felt like a decent amount of time, he plastered a fake smile on his face before heading out to the party, finding a group of his friends and thanking them for coming. He’d try for the rest of the night to get you out of his mind. But he knew he wouldn’t. Maybe one day he’d find the words to make you stay.

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[svuobsessed]

Olivia Benson X Daughter reader

Summary: Y/N Benson is attacked on her way home, her Mum is not happy and Elliot is pissed.

TW: almost SA, description of almost rape, not much only the first part.

Third person pov...

14 year old Y/N Benson was on her way home from school, texting her friends as she walked, her bag on her back, she was heading to the station to meet her Mum so they could go home together.

As she walked she walked past a white man mid 20s, The instant she did she felt his eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking, slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

The man then pushed himself away from the wall and began following the teen, he was tall, kept his head down.

Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her Mum and tell her what was happening, as she did she began quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The H/C girl taps her Mums contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this.

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N doesnt relax her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her Mum still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you" she says to the man unapologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

The guy sees this and grabs her phone, eyes in horror Y/N watches as he smashes her phone, struggling in his arms Y/N tries to wriggle away but isn't able to, she is then dragged into an alleyway.

She teenager tries to drag her feet but he is to strong, Tears in her eyes Y/Ns back is forced up again the wall, she begins scratching at the man, his hands , face anywhere she could reach. The guy takes it and pins her wrists to the wall.

He then slaps her face. "Stop struggling bitch! Or this will hurt" he yells at her, the teen freezes in fear, cheek turning a nasty red.

Smirking he begins trailing his free hand to her chest unbuttoning her school shirt, she looked away from him as he kept touching her, "Mummy" she cries quietly.

Thinking of her mum gave her the strength to open her eyes, she starts to stare, the creep looks up at her smirk gone at the new found fury in her eyes.

'Show no fear' she thinks, as she continues staring into his eyes. Luckily he let's go of her wrists, taking the chance Y/N swings her leg back and kicks him in thr groin.

"Fuck! You little bitch!" He yells holding his area, Y/N quickly rips out of his grasp, grabbing her bag she hits him one last time before running out of the alleyway not stopping until she got to the station.

Olivia was sat at her desk, her daughter was late. Looking at the clock again she became even more worried. Y/N should've been there 20 minutes ago.

Elliot waves at his partner from across the table. "Liv? Hello? Liv!" Liv shake sher head ans turns to Elliot. "Sorry El" she tells him.

Elliot shakes his head. "It'll right, are you okay?" He asks her, Olivia goes to answer but us cut off by something behind Elliot.

Face of horror, she stands from her desk and walks around Elliot towards the entrance, standing at the doors was a young girl, school shirt unbuttoned, shirt ruffled, bag barely hanging onto her shoudler, her face was a bright red turning purple.

"Y/N, baby what happened to you?" Before anyone knew it the young girl collapsed in a fit of sobs falling to her knees, Olivia bent to catch her in her arms. The girl only sobbed harder as she clung to the woman.

Liv tried to comfort her but was unsuccessful, eventually they were able to move the two into a room. Olivia sat with her daughter curled up on her lap still holding onto her neck.

Olivia rubbed her hand up and down

Y/Ns back, the girl was clearly traumatized, the team were worried.

"Y/N baby, you gotta tell me whats happened okay" she tells the girl, Y/N had calmed down alot since she was in her mother's arms.

Outside Elliot is pacing, he was worried about Y/N. He'd never seen her so upset before it scared him.

Inside Y/N pulled away from her Mums shoudler, sniffling she told her. Olivia was shocked, she was worried and she was pissed. "Baby, I'm so sorry that happened to you, I swear to god I will catch that bastard" she reassured the teen.

Eventually Y/N passed out from all her crying, Liv gave her a change of clothes a mix of her tshirt and Elliots sweatpants. The teen was currently asleep in the cots in the lockeroom.

Liv sits at her desk frozen as if in a trace, after what her daughter told her she didn't know what to think. As she sat El walked over to her.

"Liv, hey did Y/N tell you what happened?" He asks her, Liv shakes herself awake, the tears in her eyes scare Elliot, he kneels on the floor infront of her holding her hand gently.

"Liv-Ss-she told me she was almost raped" she cries, Elliot pulls her into a hug. If he didn't he would've smashed his fit into the table. "W-what" his throat dry.

Once Y/N was awake she gave them a description of the man who attacked her, she told them everything she rememberd she could never forget the way his hands felt or his piercing gaze.

Days later they caught the guy, attacking another young girl, before hand cuffing him Elliot and Liv managed to get a few good hits in for Y/N, all the team managed to get revenge for Y/N, Fin slammed him extra hard into the table in the interrogation room.

Munch made fun of the guy and told all his insecurities, Casey tore into him during his trail so bad he instantly pleaded guilty and got sent to prison for 20 years.

After that Liv made sure Y/N never walked home by herself again, always either with a friend or member of SVU. Y/N eventually recovered from the ordeal.

The end!

A rather angsty one hope you liked it, sorry for the wait, also for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1302

[kkeidawrites]

The Teacher

Part 3: Friendly Outing

A week goes by without a hitch and the preschool had more parent events than before, somehow or someone endorsed the school and now all of a sudden the school is able to do more events than it could in the last three years.

Y/n couldn’t really tell or minded why there was so many events back to back within the last week, she was just happy that her class was able to interact more with their parents and more importantly become more engaged in class.

As she cleaned up her classroom that Friday, she picked up the scattered papers littering the floor and piled them up in her hand, looking over them. Some were painted handprints that were from today’s earlier activity and others just painted pictures of scribbles.

Placing them on her desk, she made a note to hang them up around the room next week for the children to see. Every week, Y/n would decorate the walls with the children’s art, to show their progress of what color they know and utilizing that color in any way they want on paper.

She uses Clorox wipes to clean up the tables and chairs, then flipped the chairs over on top of the tables. She felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket and threw away the dirty wipes away in the trash bin, placing it outside her classroom for the custodian to take out later.

Pulling out the device, Y/n unlocked it and a smile stretches across her face.

Picking up her purse, Y/n makes her way out of her classroom and walks down the stairwell that leads to the front entrance of the school. Changing out her shoes, she slips on her tennis shoes that was in her locker and finally leaves the school.

Walking to the bus stop, Y/n checks the time on her phone and notices that the next bus to take her home would be here in about seven minutes, plenty of time for her to go home, get dressed and attend her plans with Toji.

As soon as her bus arrived, Y/n steps on and pays with her bus pass then finds an empty seat in the middle. Clutching her purse close to her chest, Y/n returns to her messages, wanting to talk more with Toji.

She was all smiles when the bus arrived at her stop, the driver giving her a strange look as she stepped off pulling away to attend to the other scheduled stops.

Y/n walked up to her apartment building and pressed the button in the elevator to take her up two stories, her eyes not one time ever looking up to see where she was going. It would seem that her body was functioning on autopilot as she walked left, passing by four doors until she was finally in front of hers.

A giggle leaves her lips the moment she was able to unlock her door with the door code and takes off her shoes at the threshold. Y/n walked to her bedroom, setting her purse on the dresser and raiding her closet for a casual outfit. Her phone vibrated again and Y/n eagerly came out the closet to read the new message from Toji.

Finally putting down her phone, she placed the device on her bed while Y/n changes out her clothes for the day and into a towel.

As she showered, her thoughts kept flowing through her about Toji, it wasn’t against the rules to have a relationship with any of the parents of their students it was against the rules to have a relationship with other teachers. But, now she had to think about it, would he want to have a relationship with her after this get together?

She would have to find out once the outing was over. Stepping out the shower, Y/n coats her body in her favorite lotion and body oils then sits down at her small vanity and begins on her hair and makeup.

Once she was done, her eyes look over to the clock on the wall and saw that it was 5:45PM, if she wanted to make it on time she would need to be at the bus stop in five minutes.

Grabbing her shoes out the closet she grabs her purse, keys and phone rushes to the door. She slips on her shoes and bolts out the front door, holding the button on the locking mechanism to lock the door behind her.

As soon as the elevator doors open, Y/n is speed walking to the bus stop and just in the nick of time the bus is approaching the designated stop. Stepping on the bus, she uses her bus pass to allow her access and finds a seat just two rows behind the driver.

The bus made its long route through central Kyoto and Y/n busied herself with texting Toji that she was approaching his location, she would arrive soon.

The bus stopped at the most known area of sightseeing in Kyoto and Y/n had to quickly get off the bus before the crowds of tourists would bombard the bus. Securing her purse on her arm, she made the short walk uphill to the restaurant that Toji was meeting her at.

As she approached the restaurant, the smell of fried noodles and dumplings reached her nostrils, a smile coming to her face at the heavenly smell.

At the top of the hill was the man of the hour, waiting for her with his hands in his pockets and a small grin on his lips. Y/n waves at him and the tall man does the same although feeling a bit awkward when doing so.

“Hi, Toji-san. This is a nice restaurant, it gives off a historical vibe.” Y/n says and Toji hums in agreement.

“Yeah, this place is actually one of the oldest restaurants here in Kyoto. Heard they have been in business and serving food to emperors and other monarchs for centuries.” He added and Y/n gapes in shock.

“No they haven’t, that’s crazy.”

“Yep, look.” He points to the pictures that are scattered across the front entrance and a photo showing a man who was dressed in fine Japanese robes and a crown on his head eating soba. It looked dated and Y/n gasped at the picture.

She used her phone to take a photo and looked it over once again on her device.

“That is insane to be in business for so long.” Y/n says and Toji opens the slide door leading inside, motioning for her to walk in first. Y/n thanks him and steps into the restaurant with him following behind her.

A waitress wearing a black and grey kimono is quick to come up to greet them. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and a smile on her lips.

“Welcome! Just two tonight?” She asks and they nod. Using her hand to guide them to their table, she escorts the two to a table in the corner of the restaurant, a secluded section of the building.

Y/n thanks the woman when she hands them both a menu and asks if they would like to start off with drinks.

“Just a water please.”

“And you sir?” The woman asks as she writes down on her notepad.

“Green tea and if possible can you bring the pot over to our table?” She nods and writes down the order.

Leaving, the two look over the menu to see what they would like and Y/n’s eyes roamed over the different meals that they had. She couldn’t decide what she wanted and looked up at Toji who had already put down his menu, a brow is raised at him.

“You already know what you want?”

“Yeah, I usually eat the same thing every time I go to a yakisoba restaurant so, I don’t necessarily get anything new.”

“Oh boo, I was going to see what you recommend but you’ve already made up your mind.” Y/n sets down her menu on the table as well.

“Well, how about I get the same thing that you’re ordering?”

“Eh? Why?”

“Because, everything on here has made me indecisive and whatever you’re ordering seems like it will be good. I’ll try it.” Y/n shrugs and Toji smiles.

“Alright, but fair warning, I eat a lot of food in one go so, if you’re not prepared to eat a lot of food then I would suggest you find something light.” He warned.

Y/n smirks and places her hands under chin, eyes challenging him.

“You have no idea how much I can eat Fushiguro, you’d be amazed that I can out eat all four of my brothers at home.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Really.”

Toji smirks and matched her energy.

“Fine, then let’s make a bet.” He pulls out his wallet and shows off a stack of yen to her.

“If you can out eat me then I’ll pay you 15,200 yen. If I out eat you, then you owe me 15,200 yen.” He watches her raise a brow but, her smirk still confident.

(Note: 15,200 yen Converted from Japanese currency to the United States dollar that is equivalent to $100)

“Let’s make this more interesting. If I out eat you, then you owe me both the money and another outing, this time a date. And if you out eat me, I’ll pay you the money and owe you a favor next time we get together. How’s that?” She asked.

Toji’s smirk grows wickedly and then he nods putting the money back in his wallet.

“You have yourself a deal, Miss. L/n.” He challenged her and Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at how he lowered his voice.

The waitress comes back with their drinks and asks if they were ready to order as she pours Toji’s tea in a ceramic cup.

“Why yes we are,” his eyes flicker to Y/n then back to the waitress who has her pen and notepad ready.

“We will have your best assorted meats to grill, some offal, takoyaki, yakisoba, chicken wings HOT,” his eyes look at Y/n again and her eyes are still challenging him, her smile still shining bright and continues the order.

“Two orders of salmon rice balls, nikudango, curry and a parfait. Just to cool down all that stuff we’ll be eating.” He gives the waitress a secret smile and she nods, reading back everything to them and Toji nods.

“Alright, I will be right back with you with your food.” She takes up their menus and leaves the two. Y/n watches Toji lean back in his chair smugly, and laughed.

“Why are you so smug?”

“I do not believe you are going to eat all that food, no way.” He jeers.

“Oh yeah? We’ve already placed a bet Fushiguro, don’t make me break your bank even more.” She says and a hearty laugh leaves him.

“We’ll see.” He says.

“How is Megumi?” Y/n plays with her napkin as she watches him smile softly at the mention of his son.

“He’s doing well. He’s spending time with his cousins for the night and I think he was more than happy to go and stay with them instead of being with me. He’s such a traitor.” He jokes and Y/n gasps dramatically.

“Leave that baby alone, he wanted to be with his cousins and not his dad, I smell jealousy.” Y/n laughs.

“You’re dreaming.”

“Jealousy.” Y/n sings and Toji laughs.

They talked for a little longer as they waited for their food and noticed that the restaurant was slowly filling up with more patrons.

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Y/n laughs at what Toji just said and placed a hand over her heart to calm herself.

“No you did not!”

“I swear, I was down bad when I was a teenager and I had to find some way to make money.”

“But working with a broke magician as his assistant? You should have known better. As soon as he said he could make money appear in his hand and not a single crowd interacted with you the entire day, you should have left.” Y/n laughs.

“I was 15 Y/n, what more do you want from me?” Toji shrugs, Y/n reaches over and pats his hand in comfort.

“You made it out from working with a broke magician and that’s all that matters.” She says with a smile and Toji nods smiling as well.

Hearing plates clinking, they look up to see their food finally coming, their waitress and four men followed behind her with their plates in hand and stopped at the table, carefully placing all their food on the table, and turning on the burner of the grill that sat in the middle of the table.

Y/n’s mouth salivated in anticipation and rubbed her hands under the table. Once everything was placed on the table, their waitress bows and so does the men as they leave.

Toji begins grilling the meats as Y/n eats away at the rice balls and curry. For the next 30 minutes, Y/n had already finished eating her plate of rice balls, takoyaki, curry and yakisoba, Toji was busy eating the grilled meats, his plate of offal, hot wings as he was offering meat to Y/n who ate along with her nikudango.

What was left on Y/n’s side was the parfait, offal and hot wings. Pushing away her now empty plate of nikudango, Y/n is quick to move onto her hot wings. She could smell the spice of the sauce on the wings and moaned in delight.

Toji watched the woman eat with a newfound interest and eats the last of the grilled meat, laughing quietly when he sees her start dancing in her seat.

“Good?” He asks and Y/n moans in response.

“So good.” Y/n bites into another wing, quick to finish eating the meat off the bone and place it back on her plate. She takes a napkin and wipes the sauce from her mouth and hands.

Toji offers to grill her offal for her and Y/n nods in thanks watching as he takes her plate and start cooking again.

“You’re very good at cooking.” Toji shakes his head with a shrug.

“Not really. I just like grilling that’s all.”

“Well you’re really good at grilling then.” She corrects and Toji smiles, thanking her.

When her offal was done, he hands back her plate full of grilled offal and Y/n goes to town again on the meat, dipping it in miso sauce and moaning in delight after each bite.

Finally finished on both sides, their dessert was left and it would seem that neither were ready to stop eating. Y/n looked over her parfait, it was so pretty she didn’t know if she should eat it but, she had a challenge to win and she didn’t like losing.

Picking up her spoon, she scooped up the ice cream and takes a big bite, the taste of the whip cream making it taste even better. Y/n moans in delight and closed her eyes in happiness.

“Delicious!” She squeals and Toji laughs quietly as he eats his.

Once everything was eaten, Y/n and Toji stacked up their plates and utensils to the edge of the table and sat back in their chairs, both full and satisfied with their meal. Their waitress comes by again and happily takes their plates away, promising to return quickly.

“That was delicious. Everything was full of flavor and spices that I want to try again.” Y/n sighs happily.

“I’m impressed. That was more than 400 calories and the fact that you kept up with me and ate all that food I guess you win.” Y/n frowns at him in confusion.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you finish all your food?” She asked. Toji shook his head and points to his parfait glass that was still half filled of the sweet.

Y/n raised a brow and looks at his suspiciously.

“I hope you didn’t finish eating your sweet just to let me win.”

“No, I wasn’t in the mood to keep eating my parfait. Megumi wanted taiyaki earlier and I had three of them so, my intake of sweets is at its limit for the night.” He said and Y/n watches him to see if he was telling a story or not. Assuming that he wasn’t, Y/n hums and leans forward.

“So, as your prize,” he pulls out his wallet and hands over the promised amount to her. Y/n takes it and counts the money before putting it in her purse.

“And I owe you a date next time.” Toji says and Y/n smiles.

“We don’t have to call it a date, it can be another outing if you wish.”

“What if I want it to be a date next time?” He tilts his head with a smile.

“Then it’s a date.” Y/n says, smiling back.

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Later, both Toji and Y/n pay for their food and are walking through downtown Kyoto taking in the sights and looking through the stores. They enjoyed themselves for the next three hours and once the clock reached midnight they decided it was time to go home.

Thankfully the buses that they needed to take were not here yet and Toji decided to stay with Y/n at the bus station until it arrived. He held her hand as they waited and Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the sweet gesture.

Her bus approached the station and Toji turns her to him to give her a hug, Y/n returns the hug and as soon as the bus opened the door, she stepped on waving at him.

Toji does the same and watches as she found a window seat and watched him stand and look right at her. As the bus pulls away, Y/n waves again and Toji smiles his eyes following the bus until it made a right turn out of his line of sight.

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Arriving home, Y/n made her way into her apartment building and to her apartment. She pushed open her door and slipped off her shoes, sighing in bliss at the night she just had, a smile on her face. She was looking forward to their next outing, this time a date.

She made a decision, this night in her opinion was indeed a nice date, whether it was named that or not.

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All pictures are from prankshit and Pinterest! If you don’t like the fits then imagine them in your own style. Thanks for reading and like, comment, and reblog!

Also be sure to read Part 1 and Part 2 below! They are in order so if you get confused then they are labeled!

Work outfit: above

Date outfit: below

[jungkoode]

Are we doing a round of such questions? I'll go with:

Your main characters' gelato order (mcs only to make it easier for you, but feel free to include whoever you like)

OH MY GOD I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK THIS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. I HAVE BEEN PREPARED FOR THIS DAY. So without further ado, here’s the gelato lineup according to the psychological damage and repressed trauma of your fave emotionally constipated idiots (affectionate):

1. FMU (Fuck Me Up)

✦ Jungkook: Literally just gets plain vanilla. Says it’s “classic” but it’s because he doesn’t know how to handle joy. Will eat yours too.

✦ Y/N: Coffee with dark chocolate chips. Bitter and sharp, just like her tongue. Says she doesn’t like ice cream like that but always finishes it.

2. KKP (Kkangpae)

✦ Jeon (Jungkook): Black sesame. Doesn’t even explain it. Just stares at you like why are you questioning my palate.

✦ Y/N: Pistachio. And whoever disagrees is loud and wrong (Jeon probably would, in private.)

3. 25H (The 25th Hour)

✦ Yoongi: Salted caramel. Understated, deeply addictive, and probably holding the entire world’s grief in his back pocket.

✦ Y/N: Lavender honey. Pretends she picked it for the irony, but really it’s the only thing that gives her the illusion of calm.

4. Altars in Shallow Waters (ASW)

✦ Taehyung: Doesn’t order gelato. Orders one single scoop of rosewater and stares at it for 40 minutes while thinking about your collarbone.

✦ Y/N: Lemon sorbet. Easy to make at home with water and some lemon. Low calorie. Judges everyone who orders the oreo ice cream.

5. Unmanageable (UM)

✦ Jungkook: Mint chocolate chip. Will fight you to the death over it. Says it’s misunderstood just like him. 🥀

✦ Y/N: Matcha. Says she picked it for the caffeine but actually likes the bitterness. Won’t share even if she likes you.

6. Code : Epitaph (C:E)

✦ Namjoon: Dark chocolate with chili. Intellectual choice, mildly masochistic. Pretends he’s not into it. Lies.

✦ Y/N: Doesn’t order. Just takes a bite out of his. Power move.

7. 5 Seconds to Freedom (5STF)

✦ Jimin: Dulce de leche swirl. Flirted with the cashier. Got two extra toppings. Tipped 30%.

✦ Y/N: Yuzu mango. Sweet but sharp. Will tease Jimin about it because he’s allergic to mango.

8. In the Presence of You (IPY)

✦ Seokjin: Pear & ricotta. Royal core. He would have ordered something pretentious but it’s actually so good you shut up immediately.

✦ Y/N: Vanilla bourbon. Quiet. Sophisticated. Tastes like unresolved sexual tension.

9. Margins (MG)

✦ Jungkook: Doesn’t know how to order. Sends you a list of 6 weird combined flavors and says “surprise me.” Ends up loving hazelnut.

✦ Y/N: Coconut. Secretly her comfort flavor. Cries while eating it at 2am in the editing room.

10. We Grew Up Somewhere Along the Way (WGU)

✦ Hoseok: Rum raisin. Doesn’t care if you judge him. Knows you’ll end up eating from his cone anyway.

✦ Y/N: Tiramisu. Complex, messy, full of caffeine and regret. She’s not okay and neither are you.

11. Off-Labels (OL)

✦ Hoseok: Vanilla bean with raspberry ripple. Clean. Friendly. Simple enough but with a little tangy something that makes your head snap up.

✦ Y/N: Cookies and cream. It’s been her favorite since she was a kid. Hoseok knows. They go for ice cream one day and Hoseok just orders for them and she wonders how he knows.

[polizwrites]

It Takes a Miracle (Berry)

This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial   prompt [#FFF296 Before the party's over], the March @yearoftheotpevent  prompt “What are you doing with that?” as well as my  @fandom-free-bingo   December 2024 card  C1 - Juice square. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Rating: General Pairing: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Tags: No Powers AU, Workplace AU, Brunch, Getting Together Summary:  Tony brings something to experiment with at the monthly team brunch; his crush gets involved.   Word Count: 526

“What are you doing with that?”  Tony startled at the question, even though the voice was familiar.  

“With what?”  He tried to slide the vial back into his pocket, but Bucky took hold of his wrist, making Tony’s pulse race in response.  He’d had a crush on his co-worker  since they’d been assigned to the same team a couple of months ago.  While there seemed at times to be something more than just friendly banter between them, Tony was too chicken to actually ask Bucky out.  

The object of Tony's crush raised an eyebrow, his storm-blue eyes sparkling with amusement.  “Are you trying to spike the juice for our team brunch?” he asked. “If so, you’re gonna need more booze that that tiny bottle holds.” 

“Um - it’s not alcohol. It’s miraculin.”   Tony got a confused frown in reply.  “It’s not a drug, well, not exactly,”  he hastily explained. “Miraculin comes from a plant called the miracle fruit or miracle berry. It’s a glycoprotein that temporarily rewires the sweet receptors on your tongue to identify acids as sugars instead.”  Tony knew he was babbling, doing the whole Too Much Information schtick Pepper teased him for, so he reined himself in and actually answered the question.   “So since Fury always buys the cheap OJ, I figured this would make it more palatable.”  

Bucky blinked in surprise as he let Tony’s wrist go.   “Huh - well, that’s a pretty ingenious way to solve the problem.  How long does it last?” 

“Honestly, I’m not sure how well adding it directly to the juice will work,” Tony confessed.   “You’re supposed to let the powder dissolve in your mouth first, before tasting anything else.” 

“Then let’s give it a try.”  Bucky winked and stuck out his tongue.  It shouldn’t have been seductive, Tony knew that, but his hindbrain thought otherwise.  He wordlessly held the vial out towards his companion, who tipped a small amount of the powder on his tongue and then handed the vial back to Tony who did the same thing. 

They both swished it around their mouths for a few minutes as they poured themselves glasses of juice.  Bucky took a sip.  “It actually works - this tastes amazing!” 

Tony tried his own juice and agreed.  By this time, the rest of the team had started arriving;  Bruce pulled Tony into a discussion of their latest code sprint, while Sam grabbed Bucky, presumably to bitch about the testing team again. 

Tony was pleased to discover that the miraculin did wonders for the fruit salad  - he usually wasn’t a fan, but found himself going back for seconds before brunch wrapped up.    “That miraculin even makes plain yogurt taste good!”   Bucky exclaimed as he joined Tony at the buffet.  “Where’d you get it, anyways?” 

“Online, but it’s not cheap.” Tony replied.  “Kinda fun to experiment, though, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah.” Bucky gave him a speculative look.  “Wonder if it makes kissing someone seem any different.” 

Tony’s mouth went dry.  “I, uh, don’t know. Haven’t had anyone around to kiss lately.” 

“That’s hard to believe.” 

Tony screwed up his courage.  “Are you volunteering as tribute?” 

Bucky’s face lit up with a flirty grin.  “I thought you’d never ask.”

-----

More info about miraculin: https://uchicagobite.com/blog/2019/3/17/sour-sweet-then-gona-how-miracle-fruit-tricks-your-tastebuds

[zadralien]

Trying to save the one thing he loves most about space.

Ficlet under the cut

I always imagined this sort of scene to Trapped In Dillard’s by Foxing,

It hadn’t meant to go like this.

The Voot groaned, cutting Dib’s attention from the static over the radio as he yanked his boots on. He’d begged Zim to stay where it was safe, where they could wait in quietly together in the ship until the diagnostics were complete or until a friendly nearby ship heard their distress call.

But Zim had never been great at keeping his ego in check. He’d insisted that as a solider of the Irken Armada, he was most qualified to depart from the warm confines of the ship and manually check out the exterior for damages.

It had been fine at first with Zim giving frequent call-outs of his observations as Dib began to map all possible issues.

At some point, he’d registered a low buzzing sound beneath Zim’s chatter.

Dib scrambled to flick a call out of warning over the radio once he’d realised what might be happening - but it was too late. The buzzing had stopped and Zim was cut off, static pouring over the radio as the cockpit clicked and flashed to life.

Dib flung himself over the co-pilots chair, clamouring desperately towards the oxygen helmets kept in a corner compartment of the ship. Yanking the radio off his spacesuit belt, he threw his helmet on and slipped a second one under his arm.

“Zim,” Dib called out over his radio, “please tell me you’re alive.”

Nothing but the rush of static responded.

Dib whirled over to the airlock, reaching up and snatching an overhanging a lifeline to clip to his belt. He took a steadying breath, and punched the code in to open the airlock.

Usually, looking out into the open vacuum of space was soothing to Dib - the mundane reminder that he was just a small part of the universe, a leaf in the stream of a much larger river. It was a welcome relief from the crushing pressure of being his father’s prodigy. Now, the vast vacuum of space chilled him to the bone as he looked around the sides of the ship for his only friend. He was met only with a crushing black emptiness sprayed with dying stars. One wrong move, and nothing stops you from vanishing in an endless drift towards a certain and slow death.

He steeled his grip against the top of the airlock door and pulled himself upwards, letting go at the last minute to float towards the top of the ship. He looked desperately to the topside of the ship where he knew Zim was working, noticing a little hysterically that the hatch was still open and unmanned.

Swallowing, he looked up and around at the consuming blackness around them, their only grace a nearby set of dwarf suns emitting a dim light.

When his eyes finally landed on something floating some distance away from the ship, Dib’s heart jumped. He squinted as he took the binoculars out of his suit pocket, adjusting them hurriedly as the picture of Zim’s red suit slowly came into focus.

“Zim!” Dib called in vain over the suit comms, using all of his strength to launch himself off the ship with the help of his suit thrusters.

As he floated, he didn’t know if it was the scene that was slowly becoming closer or or the freezing temperature of space, but Dib’s blood felt sharp and icy as it forced its way through his body, biting pains emanating from his chest. Zim’s body was unmoving and, much to Dib’s mounting panic, unmasked against the void. His face was basked into the deep shadows of space and light of the nearby suns. His body, for the first time ever, was completely limp.

After what seemed like years, Dib finally reached Zim. He knew Irkens, with the the help of their Paks, could withstand the pressures and temperatures of space for an intimidating amount of time, but Dib didn’t know the limitations once the body had already sustained injuries from electrical charges. Already, Zim’s face was beginning to crystallise and bloom into a deep deadly blue. Dib yanked the helmet out from under his arm and pulled it over Zim’s head, clasping it desperately to Zim’s suit with shaking hands. He watched as the mask signalled it was delivering a much needed flow. Pressing one hand to Zim’s chest, he allowed himself a small rush of relief as he felt Zim’s chest move with a fragile breath.

Dib pulled Zim closer, cradling his neck carefully and pressing their torsos together as he inputted the recall command on the lifeline.

As they were yanked back towards the ship, he braced himself for the unceremonious crash against the floor of the spacecraft, twisting to ensure he broke Zim’s fall.

After a moment, the airlock closed swiftly. Dib reached over towards an emergency kit for high flow oxygen, clicking the hosing into the back of Zim’s helmet. With a pained grunt Dib slumped backwards, pulling Zim’s body up and into his lap, allowing the quiet hiss of air soothe him. He brushed a hand over Zim’s shoulders and arms, coming up to cup a hand against the helmet where Zim’s cheek slowly began to slowly radiate back to his usual green colour.

Dib let his head fall back against the wall behind him, taking a deep shuddering breath.

Even with everything he has seen on this escapade across the galaxy - from the extraordinary planets and individual lifeforms to the nebulas and vast galaxies, he’d never been as euphoric to see his alien again.

[allyricas]

i'm sitting here listening to you all over me, thinking about steddie.

just...steve and eddie who had a thing a few years prior to season 4. perhaps a secret summer romance spent splashing around in the lake, driving around aimlessly. stolen kisses at skull rock and lover's lake. late nights learning everything about each other whenever steve's parents aren't around.

literally no one else knows. despite how in love steve is with eddie and eddie with steve, things end badly, like very badly. eddie breaks up with steve and it's callous and cruel which is why steve has the initial attitude over the whole situation even though he knows eddie is not a murderer. eddie won't explain, won't even talk to steve so he gets no closure.

"i lived, and i learned had you, got burned. held out, and held on god knows, too long and wasted time, lost tears. the best and worst day of june was the one that i met you with your hands in your pockets and your 'don't you wish you had me' grin. but i did, so i smiled, and i melted like a child now every breath of air i breathe reminds me of then."

tell me that is not steve pining after eddie coded. even better if this happens before steve falls for nancy. nancy who reminds him of eddie. only for that to fall apart spectacularly as well.

"i lived, and i learned and found out what it was to turn around and see, that we were never really meant to be so i lied, and i cried and i watched a part of myself die cause no amount of freedom gets you clean. i've still got you all over me."

steve who has to say he's fine to his friends. he has to cry alone in his bed late at night because he has no one to talk to about how his heart is broken. so he lies, pretends to be unaffected. he swears it feels like a part of him actually died seeing eddie in the halls at school, grinning with his friend like nothing happened. as far as steve can see, eddie isn't heartbroken at all.

eddie who is good at the performance of it all. he broke steve's heart to protect his own. only, he didn't realize that steve actually meant all the soft things whispered in their secret moments. eddie doesn't realize that steve wanted to build something with eddie. that eddie genuinely broke steve's heart.

so when when nancy wheeler starts smiling at steve and giggling at his stupid jokes in the class they share, he flirts back. he lets himself fall for her too, even if it feels a little forced. then his whole world changes because a girl dies in his pool and he fights an interdimensional monster so he clings to nancy even harder because he wants to be loved, doesn't want to be alone. things end with spilled punch and vicious words in a bathroom at a party he doesn't really care about.

the thing is, nancy isn't exactly wrong. bullshit. the word fits. nancy who wants jonathan and steve who still wants... well, he won't even think the name. it hurts too much.

and of course, steve and eddie in up back in each other's orbit. it was inevitable really. even when eddie has steve pushed against the wall of a shitty boathouse, glass pressed dangerously against his throat, steve wants eddie. he loves him in a way that he cannot seem to shake.

he has to fight the urge to draw eddie into his arms, offering comfort that eddie doesn't want from him anymore. he sees the way eddie won't meet his eyes and drops him the minute he realizes it's steve. steve thinks eddie is horrified because they were touching, but really, it's because eddie almost hurt steve.

eddie tries to be friendly with steve over the whole upside down-vecna fiasco. finds himself flirting despite trying to push steve back into nancy's arms. maybe they finally talk about everything. eddie apologizes for breaking up with steve. steve admits he's still in love with him. eddie realizes how wrong he was, tells steve the truth about breaking his heart because he was scared. maybe they share a romantic moment.

maybe when eddie calls out steve before the separate in the upside down, eddie starts with "make him pay" only his eyes are saying so much more and steve kisses him, right in front of the girls and dustin. they tell each i love yous and be careful and come back to me.

except. eddie doesn't come back. he thinks he needs to redeem himself. he does something suicidally heroic because he can't handle surviving for the others to die. when steve finally makes it to where dustin is crying over eddie's too still body, it's like he feels himself dying too. it's not fair that they finally talked, finally had a chance to be together and now it won't ever happen.

"i've still got you all over me. i've still got you all over me. still got you all over me"

[murdocking]

„ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ”

- a chishiya series. ch5 ch7

masterlist

warnings + notes: idk drowning??? burning???i cant make a fanfic guys i literally suck at writing god… the entire chapter is just the game… xoxo filler chapter. but a bit of little friendly bantering at the end. dw we gna speed this up real soon i swear.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

-CENSUS

the air in the room is cold, removing the jacket that covered the swim-top hatter ordered you wear. the girl beside you begins breathing exercises, filling her lungs in with air before quickly exhaling a total of three times.

you attempt to raise the volume of the headset before hearing a sharp screech of connection and a string of “hello? can you hear me- hello?”’s. you simply nod as you adjust the headset and shake off your shoes. tatta sighs on the other end of the screen, and chishiya leans forward to grip onto the silver, thick mic on the panel

“tell us what you find, we can work from there. there’s too many variables on this end to figure out what the answer is”

the girl wastes no time, she deeply inhales one again before gracefully diving into the depths of the dark water. you admit you’re not as brave as her, and it takes you a second before you say ‘fuck it’ and follow after her.

the water feels strange, it makes your bones shiver- and the deeper you go, the heavier it feels against your body. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say it felt like swimming in tar.

you can barely see in the water, just shadows of kicking feet in front of you before feeling your shoulder knock into something hard. you can’t help but silently yelp out in the water- losing your precious air- but you hold onto the metal plate you slammed onto to stabilize yourself. you’re about to continue your search, until you feel indents onto the plate. you reach for the phone in your pocket, and use the countdown from 28 minutes to shine onto the dark plate.

11

there’s no way of alerting your partner that you’ve found a piece to your puzzle, she’s gone further than you’ll be able to manage- and you decide she’ll learn once she resurfaces for a breath. you turn quickly, fighting the thickness of the water to go towards the light of the opening into the room. at 27 minutes you catch a breath, and haphazardly click onto the headset- finally able to speak to your teammates.

“i found- i found something. 11, thats all it said.” the man nods, and turns to move furniture in the other room- looking amongst magazines. chishiya has a faint look of relief on his face, moving from the mic to speak to tatta. you cannot hear a single word they say- until chishiya hits the mic

“keep going.”

and you do, you dive right back in- not even bothering to get a proper breath and just begin to swim blindly. this time, you keep an arm out- searching for obstacles that will give you any clue. the girl swims past you quickly- needing to breathe badly after being underwater for over 2 minutes. you can hear her talk muffled over your headset, and hear chishiya replying. they talk for a while- and it bothers you slightly. what did she find that was so important? you came back first anyways. you ignore the questions once you feel your elbow graze a thin cut of metal. to your upper right, is a jagged edge lodged into the corner of an eroded rock- etched on-top of it is the number 6

you push yourself off the rock to gain momentum to reach the surface once again to deliver the news- feeling the bubbling air emanate from your nose the closer you get to the opening.

you grip onto the edge of the opening, just breathing, ignoring the conversation that occurs in the headset- letting your eyes focus back into the bright overhead light of the room. the girl is standing against the glass screen, locking eyes with the man as they talk about theories. you scan the room- and notice something is different. while you were gone for no more than a minute, a metal sheet in the wall has produced its own panel- assuming its for your own idea of what the code and order is.

“forget that! maybe it’s the recording studio? do they mention top artists produced here?”

“how the fuck do you expect me to know what that is? you think the gamemakers are just gonna tell us that !” the man argues with her, and she scoffs- muttering curses at him before catching you perched below.

“did you get anything ?” you just nod, shifting up before telling her ‘6’, to which she repeats in her headset.

“makes no sense to keep going back down there- i dont even know if we’re going to remember all the numbers accurately.” tatta says to chishiya, who has left the mic on. he softly nods- getting up to open a filing cabinet in the back. your hair feels as though it is going to stiffen - and you’re shivering from the cool air and the water stuck on your skin. “what are the magazines?” you speak into the headset, the men just look at you from the other end, waiting for you continue.

“are they from the same company- is it based on the issues of the magazine?” the man in the corner brings a stack of magazines to the top on the control panel, and the girl climbs ontop of the now empty headset table to see the magazines better from the other side of the glass.

he’s flipping through, at least 4- until he starts on the 5th one and stops immediately before speaking .

“different brands and topics. these three are about car sales,manufacturers, and racers. these two are social gossip ones- none of them have 11, 4, or 6 as their issue number.”

4? so thats the one she found.

you can’t help but huffing out a bit, a bit frustrated at the fact that despite it being a clubs game, its starting to feel a bit more like diamonds. you can notice chishiya focusing on a specific paragraph in one of the discarded magazines. his brows have furrowed, and his eyes are rapidly scanning the page. you know he’s finding a pattern. “chishiya”

he looks up at you, confused

“the time is running, we need to look for the other numbers.” he sighs, huffing into the mic “alright, but after you both get a number-you’re in charge of remembering it. “ “of course”

the girl and you go back in.

you pass by the number 4 plate- ignoring the way your arm begins to ache from the pressure of the water and the bruise that’s forming from before. you both go your own ways, you lean to the left side of the cove while she covers the right.

you can feel your own jolts from your body, begging for some air- but you continue to push through until you can find something. it’s until your arm comes into contact with a plate directly in front of you that you realize how deep you’ve gone. you hold onto the plate, trying to use the phone as a source of light but the light hardly hits the plate. 20 minutes left, and you put the phone back away- starting to run your fingers over the plate to feel the number.

3..? no, 8.

you can feel the obvious loop of the number and realize it is infact an 8- and immediately make your way back. you’re slightly struggling, jolting again like an injured fish as you search for the cove’s entrance before finally finding it. you break through with a gasp, throwing your headset onto the ground in front of you while you just breathe for a bit. the girl had came up before you, and she looks at you with high concern, patting your back from her place above the ground. you hoarse out an ‘8’ and she nods, relaying the message once again and you can faintly hear the yell of frustration from her headset.

you hate to admit it, but it takes you a little while to recollect yourself and tie your brain back to reality. and when you do, you make the wasted time count. your partner had went down a second time- and came back with nothing new. the only numbers you’ve found were 11, 4, 8, 6, and 12- but your counterparts are hardly figuring out the order to the 6 number code, one of which you’re missing.

you grab your headset and lunge yourself out of the water, shoving it back on and ignoring the chill of goosebumps cursing your arms as you jump onto the table against the glass, clicking onto the connection to speak on the headset microphone

“let me see the magazine articles, you guys look for other hints.” tatta switches seats with chishiya, holding the magazine shakily in front of you as you quickly skim over the details- ignoring the glares of contrasting light enveloping the pages. you dont say much- only short, curt commands of ’ turn’ and ‘next’, hoping to find a common factor.

and you think you’ve found it.

at 13 minutes, your partner is resting, rubbing her chest as she breathes in air and practices exercises before she sends herself back into the dense cove soon.

“countries.”

you say, but it doesn’t exactly resonate in your mind until a few beats later. “there’s always an article mentioning a country…”

tatta looks at you a bit confused, while chishiya just stares at you from his place- seemingly have figured it out already on his own.

“in the first two magazines- there was a writer who discussed about agricultural updates and also economics in indonesia. this one is mentioning a celebrity who talks about their home country of nigeria for at least three paragraphs. the one before that was about japan’s best international car sales and placements.”

the man who had been in his own world tunes in, practically running to the microphone “so, just look for countries? is that what you’re saying.. test our geography?”

“maybe not geography itself.. but that’s the only common factor here, if this is the only thing you guys have found then it has to be tied into this” the two young men nod, and chishiya gives you his own look of praise that makes you swell with self confidence.

“i’m going to help look for the last digit, let us know what you find”

they acknowledge your statement loosely, and you brace yourself for another encounter with the deep sea.

your partner looks at you briefly, before she dips back into the water- knowing you are to follow soon behind her.

you grip onto your headset as you kick your feet in the thick waters with newfound adrenaline at 8 minutes- ignoring the odd feeling of your sweatpants grazing against your legs. you have to run your fingers over a couple of plates- locating the 12 and 6 plates until you shuffle around and nearly head-bump into a third plate. you quickly attack the plate with your touch, feeling the tips of your fingers run over the smoothened and buffed imprint of the number 1. you’re grateful, you located the last digit for the code- but unfortunately you’re so far deep you admit you’ve forgotten which direction you came from, and you’re losing that energy. you can feel your head burn with anxiety, and try to suppress it to preserve any breaths. you flutter your eyes to gain new focus on your surroundings- just trying to poorly make out the shapes and shadows of the depths of the water. you decide to swim upwards. and follow the top of the metal cove.

it takes all your strength and self control to not give up and try to breathe under the suffocation of the water- but after 3 minutes you’re jolting again, panicking that maybe you’re following the metal hinges to the wrong place.

until you cut your knee into the number 6 plate’s sharped jagged edge- and you can finally recall the area, quickly moving in the cove to turn and see the overhead light of the recording room. you’re already bubbling and gasping before you hit the surface, feeling hot liquid come up your throat before harshly coughing up nothing but panic on the floor.

you grab for your headset, feeling it on your neck now and shakily put it up to your head and rested onto your ears

“y/n are yo-“

“its one. the last number. what are the countries?” you can’t wait to get out, you need to find the connection between them now.

they put a scribbled piece of paper to the glass wall, and your teammate helps you up to view it.

indonesia, nigeria, palestine, japan, ethiopia, brazil, india, russia, united states, mexico, italy, bangladesh.

what the hell?

none of the countries were even tied together to the same continent… and every magazine is a separate entity altogether.

it irks you how chishiya stares at you under his lashes, waiting for your move while he simply basks in the glory of observing your trial.

“what are the dates?”

the man questions you , to which you give a short reply- just eager to get it over with. “the articles! what are the dates? put them in order.” tatta and the man do as you say, and your teammate questions you after you click off the microphone on your headset

“what are you thinking? no offense but i dont exactly like the idea of us dying because its your game run” shes right, you know that even in the afterlife- you’d face eternal shame and damnation if it turned out to be your fault for causing a game over.

“hey! here quick!” the man yells into the headset- shaking off your private conversation as you both separately click the headset mic on.

you just stare at the array of paragraphs- losing yourself to the words on the pages. they were so different, talking about anything and everything that differed from the next.

“hey tatta… you read these right?” he nods and you climb back on the table. “tatta, tell me about the car sales for japan.”

“how does this even remotely help! come on a lesso-“

“sh.” chishiya’s hum of command is recognizable to you- and you can feel your ears twitch at the sound of it. the man shuts up quickly, sneering at the blonde while tatta begins his summary to you as you continue to read.

“w-well… it said that toyota continued to be the leading manufacturer… uhm somewhat over a million sales just last year here in japan. what else uhm…” he looks at his lap ,unsure “uh… like…68% of japan’s population owns a conventional vehicle? making it the reason toyota is such a-“

“wait.”

chishiyas face flickers, you can sense it even though you dont look at him

“whats indias article..?” you search for it until you find it

‘india’s homeowners census revealed that over 50% of the nation- nearly 62%- own their homes, while a staggering 13% rent!’

you run your eyes over the articles- finding that 9 of the articles all discuss one common factor

“population. its about populations.”

your teammate gasps, finally realizing it with you

“g-get rid of brazil’s article! its just a fashion recap of the show from two months ago!” she orders and the man across from her easily throws it behind them.

nigeria, japan, india, russia, united states, indonesia, bangladesh, palestine, ethiopia, and mexico are the only countries left.

“these are all in order right tatta? from when they were published?” he nods eagerly, fixing up the line-up as you humm nervously.

“india is the leading country in population- its number 1. india is the third article published… 1 is the third in the sequence.”

“united states is 3rd in world population no?” the girl says , quickly turning to you

“yes, but we didn’t find a three… so the united states isnt part of the sequence.” like clockwork, the man discards of the u.s. article, pushing the other magazines together.

“bangladesh, i remember doing a report on it for a humanities class in college” the man says, staring at the article- “its 8th in the running for population”

you continue to rack each other’s brains- putting russia, palestine, and mexico’s magazines to the side after guessing their placements.

you glance at the chicken scratch tatta managed to etch onto the paper- the code sequence there at 2minutes left on the countdown.

6 , 12 , 1 , 4 , 8 , 11

“perfect! let’s try it!” your teammate is the most excited of all, running to your control panel before you can even speak to argue with her about the choice. she enters the code, before screaming as the control panel sparks and bursts into flames on her hand- and you immediately cover her hand in the jacket you wore previously- dunking her hand into the gross water as she dryly sobs

ATTEMPT 1 USED: WRONG SEQUENCE.

ONE ATTEMPT LEFT

1 MINUTE 13 SECONDS

“you said it was right! whats wrong with you!” she screams at you with hate, and you faintly hear chishiya getting out of his chair to sit at the control panel- the other two men now gone from it as they take their frustrations and panic on the secured room

the girl shrugs your hands off her- viciously tossing her headset into the water as she loudly cries

he leans into the microphone, whispering- though you can hear his deeply raspy voice incredibly clear

“were all the numbers right?”

“of course they were right, chishiya. i saw them myself! and i triple checked the ones i couldn’t see why would it be wr-“

he cuts you off

“were they all. right? were they all…in the same way?” he stares at you, begging you to understand his desperate hint as the clock ticks.

the same way? what does that even mean

you can feel the wear and tear of this experience- your body aches, and you can tell your hair is matting. your bruise on your shoulder and cut on the knee plagues your thought process

the bruise

the cut

the only plate that stuck out to cut you

was number 6

‘were they all. right? were they all…in the same way?’

the 6… its a 9.

“oh my god!” you view the notes again before rabidly speaking. russia was the 9th in population- making it the third in the sequence-

“the code! its 12 , 1 , 9 , 4 , 8 , 11”

tatta looks at you confused, until chishiya urges him to put the code in- he clumsily hits the panel keys, entering the code at the final 42 seconds on the countdown.

you can breathe, way better than you could ever thought of even when you were nearly drowning. the voice ringing GAME CLEAR brings you joy- indescribable joy as you laugh in shock, your teammate also stunned and amazed at the congratulations by the system. she lunges at you, sobbing into a hug. the water has long stolen her scent of weed- and replaced it with a plastic-metallic smell you know you share with her. your knee buckles as you help her up, the thickened blood from your cut building up on its dried layers.

the metal door separating the rest of your crew flings open, and the man helps you with fixing her hair and clothes while she rolls her wrist over and over.

chishiya stands the furthest from you, but greets you the warmest- a smile on his face.

he can’t wait to put your skills to use in this plan.

“hey doctor-“

“don’t call me that” he says, rolling his eyes as he flips the page in his book

you just disregard his statement and continue

“would you say this is healing up pretty well?” you nearly kick your leg onto his, your now colorful knee coming into his peripheral view as he reacts with disgust. “get that away from me y/n”

“come on! seriously its super sore..” you say, fiddling with the end of the lettuce trimmed swim-skirt- and he sighs, shutting the book with a random napkin as a bookmark

he pulls the leg closer to his torso, much to your surprise, and leans to examine it stoically. you feel slightly uncomfortable- feeling his warm hands hold down your thigh and you’re secretly wondering if you should’ve shaved this morning.

“to be honest, it kind of just looks really gross.”

“thanks.”

“i mean it, it literally looks awful what are you doing to it?” you just snatch your leg from him- or at least try to. he holds the leg with random strength you didnt think this twig of a man had- his smirk adding to the damage.

“ive been wiping it with alcohol! and that shit hurts like hell! you would know!!” you successfully reunite your leg with the other, crossing your arms as chishiya reaches for his book once again

“sure, you’ll be fine then. just avoid going into the pool.”

“be serious with me chishiya,” he looks at you from the corner of his eyes “ do you honestly think id swim in that pool?” he rolls his eyes, but you continue- leaning to whisper in his ear

“do you know how many people fuck in there?? i feel like i’d be reliving my journey to the womb..” he stifles a laugh- but it transforms into a snort and he regrets reacting as a whole once the noise escapes him

“you did not-“

“shut up.”

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

I'm following @eternal-infamy's prime example of procrastination, by doing some incorrect quotes:

Evan, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him? Andy: You did WHAT? Raven: William Snakepeare Sparkle: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Ezra: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Sparkle: Yes! Willow: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Raven: I'm a reverse necromancer. Adrian: Isn't that just killing people? Raven: Ah, technicality.

Andy: You love me, right? Adrian: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Andy: Gently taps table Dalton: Taps back Adrian: What are they doing? Raven: Morse code. Andy: Aggressively taps table Dalton: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Andy: Screams Willow: Screams louder to establish dominance Adrian: Should we do something? Raven: No, I want to see who wins.

Willow: You know those things will kill you, right? Travis, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. Miles, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. Ezra: Nods while eating raw cookie dough

Willow: Wake me up… Ezra: Before you go go! Andy: When September ends… Raven: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Willow and Andy are sitting on a bench Sam: Why do you guys look so sad? Willow: Sit down with us so we can tell you. Sam sits down Andy: The bench is freshly painted.

Akin: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Caspian: Killed without hesitation. Akin: No.

Evan: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Lily: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly! Daniel: I turned out perfectly fine! Evan: Daniel, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Daniel: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Andy: Kicks the door down looking panicked Adrian: What did you do? Andy: Nobody died. Adrian: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Sam: How many kids do you have? Raven: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Evan: Is something burning? Daniel: Just my love for you. Evan: Daniel, the toaster is on fire.

Sky, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Andy, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Wyatt: Travis and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Miles: Sighing What did Travis do? Wyatt: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and… Travis: Who wants a steering wheel?

Andy: Am I in trouble? Adrian: Take a guess. Andy: No? Adrian: Take another guess.

Malou: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Dalton: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Willow: Truth or dare? Felix: Dare Willow: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room Felix: Hey Sparkle Sparkle, blushing: Yeah? Felix: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Eli

Andy: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Congo: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Andy: Absolutely not.

Willow: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Andy: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Lily: So what’s for dinner? Jackall, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

Sparkle: Must be hard not being able to laugh Adrian: I do have a sense of humor you know Sparkle: I’ve never heard you laugh before Adrian: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Sam: So that’s my plan. Andy: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Sam: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Andy: It fucking sucks. Sam: That’s not constructive criticism.

Evan: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Congo: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Andy: Smad.

Willow: We need to get through this locked door. Dad, give me your credit card. Andy: Here. Willow, pocketing it: Thanks. Wyatt, kick down the door.

Sparkle: HELP! I TOLD RAVEN I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Daniel, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Andy: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Evan: You’re a hazard to society Gizmo: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Travis: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. River: You were flirting with Wyatt. Travis: So what? He's my boyfriend. River: You asked him if he was single. Travis: River: And then you cried when he said he weasn't.

Sky: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Raven: The car takes a screenshot. Adrian: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Aishlynn What did you guys get in your yearbook? Odette: 'Prettiest Smile' Sam: 'Nicest Personality' Andy: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Evan: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one' Evan: Favorite horror movie? Jackall: It Nekaya: Saw Andy: Annabelle Gizmo: High School Musical. after watching it I spent last semester terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Odette, going over Felix's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative. Felix: Yes Odette: Okay… may I know what you create? Felix: Problems.

Andy, pointing: May I sit there? Adrian: That's my lap Andy: That doesn't answer my question, Adrian.

Caspian: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Andy: I think you mean cards. Caspian, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Congo, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Willow: walks in covered with ink Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Andy: I was arrested for being too cool. Willow: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Andy: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Dalton: You and me!!! Andy, tearing up: Okay.

Sam: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Malou: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Andy: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Willow: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Felix: My moral code, is that you? Dalton: Dalton: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Andy: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Congo: no. Willow: Mistlefoe. Congo: Please stop encouraging him.

Andy: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Adrian: Just rip the bandage off. Andy: It’s Felix. Adrian: Put the bandage back on.

Raven: How's the sexiest person here~? Adrian: I don't know, how is he~? Raven, flustered: I- Andy, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

[marsable-27]

It's April Fool's and Jason Todd decides that this year, he's going to make Bruce his target.

Especially because he already got Dick (he superglued short sparkly skirts on several of his Nightwing suits), and he got Tim (hacked into the coffee maker and coded it so it would only make vegan-soy friendly hot chocolate), and even Damian wasn't safe. (Jason went on several animal shelters spree two towns over of Gotham, took pictures with ALL of them, and posted them online which Damian caught wind of, and a brawl ensued on the side of Wayne Manor.)

But to be fair, Jason can't really figure out WHAT would freak out Bruce. Bruce has a cold exterior and shows very little emotion, not TOO bad, but the man is so nonchalant, Jason can only count of maybe 2 or 3 instances where Bruce actually lost his cool.

And it was on March 30th that Jason had an idea.

He bought an extra comm that didn't have Bruce's tracker and coded it in secretly with the others, deciding that the best prank would be to have a robbery go wrong.

Bruce would freak out, Jason would listen in on the chaos, and then reveal himself to the family.

What could go wrong, right?

Actually alot.

So much, Jason wanted to master building a time machine so he could take the day back.

On patrol as Red Hood, Jason scours downtown Gotham. There's always something going on over there.

It'd be easy to find someone who was committing a petty crime or something and that was what illegal.

So Jason is patrolling around that area, the extra comm in his pocket, when he sees a gang of men and young teens stuffing bags with what looks like alot of bills.

Jason glares at them and tells the others in the comms that he's going to take down a gang by himself.

Even though Dick, in his Nightwing suit, is the closest, he's still thirty minutes away. Jason ignores the others telling him to wait on back up, and then "forgets" to switch his comm off, so they can hear everything going on his side.

Jason exaggerates the fight, ducking and weaving punches, and kicking guns out of their hands.

It's when one of the gang members pulls out a crowbar by dragging it on the cement that Jason falters a tiny bit.

Jason can hear everyone in the comms go crazy, telling him to fall back, and at one point, Jason hears Bruce bark out an order to fall back and he remembers the whole point of this.

The last standing gang member with the crowbar aims the weapon for Jason’s head, and Jason ducks, causing the crowbar to scrape against a brick wall.

Jason is exhausted having dealt with the other gang members, and Dick is requesting Jason’s location which Jason doesn't accept when the gang member hits the comm out of Jason’s ear and it clatters to the floor.

Crowbar guy steps on the comm, and Jason’s location goes off grid.

Jason can't believe how lucky he was because he'd been trying to figure out how he was going to severe the comm's tracking to properly do his prank, and Crowbar guy done gave him a solution.

Jason slams his fist against Crowbar guy's jaw, and pulls out his extra comm, switching it on to hear the commotion going on.

His feelings of victory wither when he hears Bruce screaming at Barbra to find Jason’s location, Dick's panicked voice slipping in as he tries to find Jason’s last spot on foot. Tim sounds like he's trying to be the voice of reason and logic, but dread and fear coat his words.

Even Damian sounded like he was struggling to keep his emotions in check because no WAY was this happening again. No way was Damian hearing his father, the Bruce Wayne of all people, fall apart like this, when he'd always ALWAYS had a backup plan for any horrible outcome.

The joke had gone too far.

"Guys? Guys, I'm okay, it's me." Jason says into the comms, and the silence and relief is so intense on the other side, that Jason can feel his guilt grow twofold.

"Report back to the Manor." Bruce chokes out, sounding like he's struggling to keep his emotions in check.

"Copy that." Jason replies, leaving the comm on so Barbra can send his location to Nightwing.

Wing meets him halfway there, and he gives Jason a once over before he punches Jason, then pulls him into a hug so tight, his ribs ache.

"It was just supposed to be a joke." Jason said weakly to Dick.

"Yeah, that was the stupidest thing you could have done. And you ruined alot of my Nightwing suits." Dick replied.

Jason didn't know what to say to that, so the way back home was met in silence.

And then Jason stepped into Wayne Manor where Damian and Tim tackled Jason into a hug, and Bruce stepped in with Alfred, Bruce looking like he aged 2 more years. His eyes were bloodshot, hair a mess from probably pulling on it, and his clothes were wrinkles beyond measure.

He didn't ask Jason anything, just pulled Jason into a hug so hard, Jason could feel tears run down his face.

"Don't ever fucking scare me like that again. Okay?" Bruce told him, as he leaned back and studied Jason’s face, and checked him over for aby bodily injuries.

Jason’s throat is closed with emotion, and he nods his head in agreement.

Needless to say, this was the last time that Jason celebrated April Fool's, or even did a prank.

And when the others questioned why, Jason shrugged it off as finally maturing.

Jason turns off his devices mid patrol and pretends to be dead again for april fool's one time and Bruce has a mental breakdown so bad, Jason has to come clean immediately.

[ziva-spa]

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[mahirachauhan]

Top 5 Reasons to Choose the BASECAMP 4.1 Camping Tent

If you love the outdoors, you know the value of a good tent. It’s your shelter, your home away from home, and it can make or break your camping experience. That’s where the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent comes in. Whether you’re an experienced camper or a beginner, this tent makes camping easy, comfortable, and fun. Let’s dive into the top 5 reasons why the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent should be your go-to for your next adventure.

1. Easy and Quick Setup

One of the biggest challenges campers face is setting up their tent, especially after a long day of hiking or traveling. The Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent solves this problem with its simple design. You don’t need to be a pro to get it up and ready. With color-coded poles and clear instructions, setup takes just a few minutes.

You’ll spend less time fiddling with poles and more time enjoying the outdoors. Imagine arriving at your campsite and having your Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent ready in no time. It’s perfect for families, solo campers, or anyone who wants a stress-free setup.

2. Spacious and Comfortable

A cramped tent can ruin your camping trip, especially if you’re sharing it with others. The Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent offers plenty of space for up to 4 people. It has a generous floor area and a peak height that lets you stand up comfortably.

There’s also extra room for your gear, so you don’t have to leave your bags outside. Inside the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent, you’ll find convenient storage pockets to keep your essentials organized and off the ground. Whether it’s a family trip or a weekend with friends, this tent gives you the space you need.

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Weather can be unpredictable, and a good tent should keep you safe and dry no matter what. The Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent is built to handle all kinds of weather. Its waterproof rainfly and durable materials keep the rain out, while the sturdy poles hold strong against wind.

Ventilation is also a key feature. The tent includes mesh windows and vents that allow air to flow freely, reducing condensation and keeping you comfortable. Whether you’re camping in the mountains, the forest, or near the beach, the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent has got you covered.

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No one wants to carry a heavy tent, especially if you’re hiking to your campsite. The Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent is designed to be lightweight and compact, making it easy to carry. It fits into a handy carrying bag, so you can throw it in your car or strap it to your backpack without any hassle.

Despite its lightweight design, it doesn’t compromise on strength or durability. You get a reliable tent that’s easy to transport and won’t slow you down on your adventures.

5. Great Value for Money

Camping gear can get expensive, but the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent offers great value without cutting corners on quality. It combines durability, comfort, and ease of use at a price that won’t break the bank. Whether you’re a casual camper or planning multiple trips a year, this tent gives you everything you need.

Investing in a reliable tent like the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent means you’re set for years of camping fun. It’s a smart choice that balances cost with performance, making it a favorite among campers of all levels.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right tent is key to a successful camping trip. The Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent stands out for its simple setup, spacious design, all-weather protection, portability, and excellent value. It’s a tent that makes camping easier and more enjoyable, no matter where you go.

So, if you’re looking for a reliable, comfortable, and user-friendly tent, the Basecamp 4.1 Camping Tent is a top choice. Whether you’re camping solo, with family, or with friends, this tent is ready to make your next outdoor adventure a great one.

[sushanto09]

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