#explode 02

[yridenergyridenergy]

[ninaskylight]

💕💕💕💕

[h4bit]

rediscovering marxism this semester and right now in this moment when i'm about to graduate especially. have been waking up with my head buzzing the last few days and it's not just from anxiety it's genuinely my brain firing piecing things together and analyzing and making sense of contradictions and holding them together and building relationships between what seem like different ideas and then finding balance within those relationships too. i feel like i had always been running on a structural analysis of my life but since being fed up with identity politics and the postmodernist philosophy in journal articles and avant-garde literature i've been reading in class i've had to look for other tools of analyzing the world and myself and my god my GOD this is such a boon. i feel like i've had a latent itch for this for so long and now that it's clicking i'm like oh wow this is so beautiful

[undertheredhood]

idc what anyone says, but jason todd would get himself legally resurrected (because as much as he hates it he kinda needs a legal identity sometimes) and not tell anyone about it, because the last thing he wants is to deal with the publicity of being bruce wayne’s adopted son again (he dealt with it before his death and hated it so much so being perceived as dead by the public was probably great for him).

jokes on him though, because barbara found out about it and told the rest of the batfam, and now he has no excuse to get out of anything.

[purplebehittindifferent]

Wait why did my post get so many notes???

YOU

@lilybug-02

[erveinangel]

thinking of a question ……

what sort of clothes do all of you like wearing :33 i love learning about this because it’s always so fun

we had to think about this 1O times.⠀ Coming from the others' observations！

I think Prince would wear a lot of ⠀…⠀ Let's say， What would usually be associated with Cottagecore， or Ouji Fashion！ but sometimes He'll just wear something warm ﹠ Comfy.

Ashton is boring ╱J.⠀ We mostly see Him wearing a lot of more Formal clothes or What would usually be associated with the Academia aesthetic ⠀…⠀ Is that why Her rentry url is .co/academiaboyfriend， Are you serious.

Chandra ⠀…⠀ Scene， Emo， Well⸺Anything of that nature ⠀…⠀ We usually see It with Rainbows all over (⠀ Faggot —Comet ⠀) (⠀ WHAT —Chandra ⠀)

Krys！ A lot of Winter wear ﹠ Generally all that's fluffy ﹠ Warm.⠀ A lot of Light blues ﹠ Whites⸺Sometimes with a side of Cyber themes (⠀ I think there was an aesthetic like that？ I don't remember what It was. —Souflette ⠀)

Comet， Our favourite Hater of all！ It usually just wears very simple stuff， Other than what They usually see Him wearing⸺If It isn't themed of anything in space We would not see St✧r wear It⸺As simple as that ╱Hj.

Emstar， Just stuff appropriate for the Summer！ It's hair is usually tied into O2 with either bows or Sun shaped hairclips :3⠀ Usually wearing some Knee pads because who knows⸺They might just explode！ (⠀ Proof: I saw It with my own eyes —Comet ⠀)

Bonus！！ Oceane， We usually see Cry wearing comfy baggy shirts with shorts ﹠ some sort of bodysuit underneath ⠀…⠀ Frill also likes all that is Frilly or Aquatic themed！ ^o^

[koushirouizumi]

{Major Implied} #TheBeginningSpoilers #The Beginning Spoilers

('The Beginning' initial rambling under 'read more') {Note: This is some of my reaction BEFORE Seeing} [So please note I Will Add Additional Contexts I got later but for the most part...]

THIS IS THE CLIP I was Referring to in advance {WARNING FOR} MAJOR RUI-INVOLVED The Beginning Spoilers (I was talking to a mutual who gave me a run-down review)

(If you can't tell, I was Venting at concepts like infertile parents being treated/handled as a potential) Negative

Further Reading: Koushiro's + Izumi Family's Timeline {Notes} in Hikarigaoka

*I mention something towards end but I was mis-remembering what it was called and it's more like 'premature birth' that leads to "early" death... {And yes we've even had this happen in my ancestors' pasts too, notably on my Grandpa-married-to-J E W I S H-grandma ends' end. Grandpa E.'s youngest sibling {not even a year old} passed that way, along with the child of a cousin + their fam much later on, and they (both) have dedicated spots in our familys' plot, also very near where my J e w i s h Grandma is now buried. ... So I Have Feelings on Such Issues, Too.}

[cerebralbleu]

That question carried the burden of a heavy answer. Legato lids his eyes. He is unable to match Mira's gaze without giving away the bitterness in his expression, so he instead glances at his feet, then to the path in front of them. He enjoyed this park due to it's secluded nature. Seldom were there others when he decided to visit.

" They don't, " he answers honestly.

Yet in the same breathe, he adds:

" Perhaps that is why I feel compelled to make sure harm doesn't come upon you. A selfish beast like me doesn't want to lose one of the only individuals who can stand to share my space. "

Stardust trails behind the two of them as Legato chooses to settle on a bench beneath a large magnolia tree. A breeze comes through, and the trees murmur a hushed whisper that he had grown fond of. All the while, he allows the soul tender to continue to lean her weight against his side. In return, he brings his shoulder closer.

Legato crosses one leg over the other, and tilts his head as Mira speaks up about her current situation.

" Peculiar feeling, being taskless. It's almost jarring, " he muses, glancing upwards at the swaying branches, the way the leaves fluttered like butterfly wings as they caught the wind.

" My mind has a tendency to wander into very strange places when I have nothing to do. Before I came to this city, not a moment passed where I wasn't in service to my master. Now, I have none of that. No expectations. No role. I've come to feel pretty lost, " he admits.

" Are you lost too? "

"You.. Think me remarkable for extending kindness your way? You speak as if you do not get such a thing often… Do others not care much for your presence?"

Mira asks the question out softly, head tilting to the side, a gentle curiosity in her gaze.

So far, Legato had been nothing but kind to her, why would she not give it back in return? Of course, there's no telling what lies in his past she does not know, but even then, it still wouldn't change how she acted towards him.

She gives his offered arm a momentary look, before she's gently taking hold of it as they make their way towards one of the parks, trying her best to not place much of weight on him as they move, even if she wasn't that heavy to begin with.

"Lifestyle?"

Mira murmurs out the word, letting the meaning of the word float back into her mind as she looks away for a moment as they walk.

"If you meant living among souls, yes. Even when I was on Adan's ship, it was still strange then, but here it's much more ... Worse? Here, with my powers being affected as they are, it leaves me with a lot of time to myself, and I am uncertain what to do with it."

[leonsgfpost]

note: Hi! I've been a little inactive, right? I've been busy, but there's always time to write something about Leon haha💕

tags: riding, unprotected sex, creampie, Leon damnation (or any older!Leon) x fem! reader.

Thinking about lazy sex with Leon.

You're on top of him, your face hidden in his neck and your hands rested on his shoulders releasing little moans into his skin. His hands held your hips, helping your movements slowly.

Leon's eyes remained narrowed and his brows furrowed in pleasure at the feel of your wet walls sliding over and over him. You two hadn't even finished removing your clothes, because his pants were down his thighs and your underwear to one side.

"Come on, pretty girl... You-ah feel so good." He murmured against your shoulder, inhaling your scent and leaving occasional kisses on your soft skin.

"Are you tired-?" he asked, a low, husky laugh escaping his lips. He looked up at you through his lashes with eyes heavy with pleasure and sleep, bringing his lips to one of your breasts moving your strappy t-shirt up, ruffling it there. He began sucking on your nipple gently, watching your reaction before he began sucking harder. He caught the tender flesh between his teeth, tugging gently. When he hears your little "huh-huh," he smiled releasing your breast with an obscenely loud 'pop.' He padded his feet on the bed and held your hips tightly, beginning to lift you up and down his cock as if you were a sex doll.

"There you go. Feels good-?" he asked again, because it was hard to control his tongue when you were clenching so tightly around him and clouding his drunken brain with the wet noise of your pussy. Low moans escaped his lips, starting to move his hips upward so he could ram you and hit that spongy spot inside you that his dripping tip was obsessed with.

Little moans from you and breathless gasps from him quickly filled the dark room lit by the red numbers marking 02:42 A.M on the little clock next to you. It wasn't often Leon would wake up so needy, but it had been days since he'd laid hands on you and his cock was already screaming for release.

"Damn. Damnit." Little curses and breathless grunts came from Leon's lips that were always flavored with the taste of your liquor. His teeth dug into your shoulder futilely, trying to silence his pathetic moans. His cock began to jerk inside you, for it no longer had the same resistance it had years before. But it didn't matter, because his calloused fingers were always there to give attention to your cute little clit. Your walls tightened around it, starting to feel that familiar sensation in your lower belly. And Leon's careless lunges only turned you on more, because you knew you were the only one who could make a man like him go all messy and dumb for your pussy.

And it's almost funny the pathetic, broken moan he lets out when your walls finally squeeze him, letting your juices splash down his thighs and abdomen creating wet sounds. Your body immediately relaxed, letting Leon continue to mindlessly fuck your brains out. And in one particular lunge, he thrusts his hips up and yours down, letting his cum explode inside you.

You heard his voice saying something, asking something. But your brain was melted, shaking on his chest trying to cope with the sensations of your orgasm and Leon's cum beginning to seep through your folds.

"Are you still with me, honey? Huh-?" he murmured, giving you that typical smile of his. And you opened your eyelids heavy with pleasure, trying to focus your gaze. You let out a little moan, realizing that Leon was settling you face down on the sheets.

"One more time. Please." He asked, settling in behind you. He pressed his chest against your back, his fingers moving to finally slide your ruined underwear down your thighs.

Because lazy sex with Leon always ended in him fucking your brains out until you fell asleep again.

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[starkeys-honey]

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐔𝐩 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 ౨ৎ

Summary: JJ Maybank never thought he’d end up in a Kook mansion, much less holding a newborn at 5AM while trying not to wake her exhausted mom.

Pairing - JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader.

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The crib squeaked at exactly 5:02 AM.

“Shit,” JJ whispered, eyes cracking open, immediately going into silent panic mode. He froze, barely breathing, eyes darting to your sleeping form right next to him.

You were dead asleep finally. First real stretch you’d gotten in days. You were curled up like a cat, looking completely done with the world, hair everywhere, one arm flopped over the side of the bed like you’d melted into it. JJ wasn’t waking you up. No way. Not after pushing out a whole baby and spending every night since half conscious, half leaking, and 100% exhausted.

The crib squeaked again.

And then came The Noise that little baby grunt. The warning shot.

He cursed under his breath, yanked the hoodie on from the floor, and stumbled over to the crib. His baby. His freaking baby. Still felt fake saying that.

There she was. D/n. Wrinkly and perfect and already looking like she ran this entire house. Her tiny face scrunched up, your nose dead center, and that pouty mouth threatening to explode into a scream.

“Oh, come on, dude,” JJ whispered, scooping her up with two hands like she was made of glass. “What happened to sleeping through the night? Didn’t we just talk about this?”

She blinked up at him like he owed her money.

“Alright. It’s cool. We’re cool. Just me and you. Mom’s off duty.”

He grabbed the little bunny plush this bougie thing your mom bought from some French baby boutique. Probably hand stitched by angels or whatever. JJ still thought it was kinda creepy. But hey, it kept her quiet.

He gave the baby a little bounce as he padded barefoot out the room.

“Welcome to JJ Maybank’s late-night stroll,” he whispered. “Starring: one extremely tired dad, one very demanding potato with fists, and one extremely haunted mansion kitchen.”

Downstairs, he hit the kitchen lights and blinked like a mole.

It was still wild in here. Spotless. All white marble counters. That stupid fridge that made noises when it opened. Cabinets full of dishes that matched. Like, full sets. It wasn’t even the same planet he came from.

JJ opened the pantry. Stared.

Rows and rows of cereal boxes.

Not knock off brands. Not “Sugar Rings” or “Frosted Flakes but Sad.” Nah.

Real shit.

“Okay, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” he said out loud, looking down at his daughter in total disbelief. “You’ve got… Lucky Charms. Cap’n Crunch. Cinnamon Toast Crunch. You have options.”

She blinked. Made a little gurgling noise. Might’ve almost puked. It was unclear.

“Bet you won’t ever have to mix powdered milk with tap water in a measuring cup. Spoiled little thing,” he muttered, but his voice was more in awe than bitter. Kissing the top of her small little peach fuzzed head.

Nine months ago, he was living in a tiny ass room with holes in the walls, eating stolen peanut butter with a spoon. Now he was barefoot in a kitchen that smelled like lemon cleaner and luxury, holding a baby who looked like the best part of the one girl who ever believed he was worth more than the garbage his dad left behind.

He grabbed a clean bottle from the drying rack, filled it up like you taught him. The baby made a grumpy squeak.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re hungry. Don’t get your designer diaper in a twist.”

He took her outside, bouncing her with one arm as he slid open the patio door and walked down the stone path toward the lake. Your mom’s flower beds were pristine, not a single weed in sight.

JJ snorted.

“Your grandma hires people to trim the bushes. I used to mow yards just to pay for a new surfboard leash. This is nuts.”

The baby yawned dramatically.

“You’re unimpressed. I get it.”

He sat on the wooden bench by the lake and let the silence settle. Sun hadn’t quite risen yet, but the sky was hinting at it orange and pink bleeding across the water.

He looked down at her again. Little fists balled up on his chest. That ridiculous bunny tucked next to her. And for a second, the sarcasm drained from his face.

He just looked.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. “Like, really mine.”

It still didn’t feel real. Him, a dad. In a nice house. With a family.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted, rubbing her back slowly. “Pretty sure I’m just winging it at this point. Your mom’s the smart one. I’m just the dumbass who brings comic relief.”

She made another squeaky noise, and he cracked a grin.

“See? You get it. You get me.”

The sun started coming up over the lake, gold light sliding across the surface.

JJ leaned back, daughter tucked in his hoodie, hair a mess, heart thudding.

He didn’t have to run anymore.

Didn’t have to dodge cops or his old man’s fist or wonder where his next meal was coming from.

He had you. He had her.

And it scared the shit out of him.

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Guess we’re both stuck here now, huh, kid?”

She just stared up at him and let spit fall out her mouth.

JJ wheezed.

“Alright, damn. Weird way to say you love me but I love you to.”

[yridenergyridenergy]

dance compilation from Explode -02-

[ninaskylight]

💞💞

[myjjongie]

♯┆FIGHTING FOR FIRST ── P. JONGSEONG.ᐟ SMAU

PAIRING: college student!jay x college student fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have been at each others throats for the whole time you've been enrolled at decelis university. the reason for the rivalry in question? the #1 rank on the academic leaderboard in the university. you went through your whole high school life being #1 on the academic leaderboard. you meet jay, who also had the same upbringing in high school. things then start to turn into a constant battle. leaving you constantly in second place and jay in first place every rank update.

GENRE: smau plus written parts (will be specified), college au, enemies to friends to lovers, academic rivals, pining, he fell first but is in heavy denial in the beginning (sigh), fluff, crack

FEATURING: enhypen (all members) p1harmony (keeho) riize (sohee & seunghan) aespa (ningning) + mentions of other idols

WARNINGS: kys/kms jokes, swearing, friendly bullying, inappropriate jokes, mentions of alcohol and drinking (done wisely)

SCHEDULE: every tuesday and friday (up to change, usually consistent though)

TAGLIST: closed !

STATUS: FINISHED ( 11/19/2024 - 05/02/2025 )

PLAYLIST: APT rose ft. bruno mars, all i wanted paramore, r u mine? artic monkeys, poison nct dream, you get me so high the neighbourhood, i wanna be yours artic monkeys, something about you eyedress ft. dent may, my kind of woman mac demarco, glue song beabadoobee, cherry waves deftones, sextape deftones, you nctdream

A. NOTE: noticed not that many people write smaus for jay, so here i am…. first time making a smau as well. i hope you guys like it !! i think thats all i have to say. enjoy this :3

PROFILES.ᐟ ───

(bad bitches + jake) (thing 1,2,3,4,5) (bonus)

CHAPTERS ─────────୨୧⋆ ˚

one. IM GONNA (K)eep (M)yself (S)afe two. YAY JAKEY three. im sooooooooooo drunk rn hehe four. my girls face card never declines five. why is bro thirst trapping on my timeline rn.. six. and im not fine shyt seven. my biggest fans ever chat ! (wc; 821) eight. then i crashed out and DIED nine. HOLY FUCK SPEAK OF THE DEVIL BRB ten. #STANDUPQUEEN eleven. HE ONLY SHOWED HALF OF HIS FACE twelve. stage 1. acceptance thirteen. rest in piss yn fourteen. jake crashout before GTA6 fifteen. womp womp :3 sixteen. we need to talk (wc; 1.2k) seventeen. FUCK OFF JAKE SIM eighteen. i live in a world nineteen. are you wasted rn? twenty. yeah i'm goated ik (wc; 2k) twentyone. oh jaaaayyyy :3 twentytwo. i fear. maybe. maybe he wants you??? (wc; 651) twentythree. i lob aquarium twentyfour. bro just play roblox. twentyfive. MY SHAYLA twentysix. it be your own best friends. twentyseven. de nile is a river twentyeight. you are not slick twentynine. CLOCKED HER I DO NOT FEAR thirty. gatekeeping isn’t enough…. thirtyone. #NEEDYOU thirtytwo. *explodes* thirtythree. MEN AINT SHIT (wc; 1.1k) thirtyfour. i will hit you thirtyfive. fuck you /derogatory thirtysix. ahhh you mad thirtyseven. woe is me thirtyeight. kiss and makeup (wc; 1.2k) thirtynine. that's my man forty. time fucking flies

bonus chapters tba....

fighting for first taglist (closed) ...

@idontknowhowtomakeusernames @right-person-wrong-time @jakeyverse @minthoons @punchbug9-blog @starfallia @heartheejake @ikeulove @rairaiblog @kazemiya @yourssincerely-mimi @wondipity @leehsngs @justalittle-hee @chandmyseven @letwiiparkjay @dylanobr1ens @bbsantc @beigerin @mwahvvis @nickiminajleftasscheek @firstclassjaylee @strayy-kidz @itrytomakesenseofitall @rikizm @sumzysworld @jiheonie @heelovesmeknot @qfeet @jungwoniee @yuyamihi @jayhoonvroom @lockburn-castle @kukkurookkoo @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @luvleyylina @seyoungiesleeps @joonsprettygf @ddolleri @yuyita-rosier @zaycie @hoonkishoe @nishivyuxini @soondoongdoriii @choicila @sunhyeswife @kirakun @urmomdotcom5678 @asterialvia @doveblackboat @getoxo @starniras

©myjjongie 2024

[wonjiya]

☆.｡.:* SAY MY NAME IN SECRET 박성훈

PAIRING: idol!sunghoon x idol!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and sunghoon have been best friends since your childhood, debuting under different companies but never drifting apart. after years of secretly dating, a blurry paparazzi photo of you two holding hands explodes online. your agency wants to deny everything, sunghoon wants to go public, and you? you just want to protect what’s yours.

FEATURING: enhypen, aespa (karina fc), more tba in the future!

GENRE: smau, best friends to lovers, idol x idol, fluff, angst

WARNINGS: contains profanities, my humour is TERRIBLE, more tba when i start writing

TAGLIST (open!): comment or send an ask to be added ᡣ𐭩

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is my first time writing an smau so pls bear with me 😭 im so excited to finally put this smau out on here cuz the plot's been sitting in my brain for AGESSS. if u do end up enjoying then please like, comment, and reblog with ur thoughts!! i'd love to hear what u all have to say so don't be afraid to send an ask 😚 enjoy!!!!!!!

START: 21/03/25 ㅤ ㅤEND: tbc

PROFILES: ㅤ one ㅤ| ㅤtwo

01 ㅤ best

02 ㅤ feather (0.8k)

03 ㅤ where do we go now?

04 ㅤ the way i loved you

05 ㅤ 21

06ㅤ  tornado warnings

more tba soon!!

[youngsadlesbian]

THREADS OF FATE | chapter 02

chapter summary: during the battle against loki, you unexpectedly heals natasha romanoff, catching the attention of the avengers and shield. despite their repeated attempts to recruit you, you resist, uncertain of your place in their world.

a/n: hope you like it!

word count: 2,3k

warnings: none.

New York City had always been loud.

Ever since you moved here for college, you'd grown used to the constant hum of life—taxi horns blaring, people shouting into their phones, the rhythmic clatter of subway cars below your feet. The city never stopped.

It had a heartbeat, a rhythm that pulsed through the streets, something chaotic yet comforting.

And today had been no different.

You had spent the morning working your shift at a coffee shop near Grand Central, serving overpriced lattes to businessmen in expensive suits and tourists who marveled at the station’s architecture. Then, after finishing a long afternoon lecture at Columbia, you took the subway back downtown, planning to grab some food before heading to your apartment.

You never got that far.

The first explosion hit just as you stepped out of the station.

The ground shook beneath your feet, car alarms wailed, and suddenly, the world around you erupted into screams.

You turned toward the source of the sound—just in time to see the sky rip open.

You stood frozen, staring upward as the air itself seemed to split apart, like someone had taken a knife to the fabric of reality. And from that gaping wound in the sky, creatures began to spill out.

Metallic, grotesque things with gleaming eyes and snarling faces, their long limbs ending in weapons. They swarmed the buildings, diving down into the streets, opening fire without hesitation.

People ran.

People screamed.

And still, you stood there, paralyzed, your breath caught in your throat.

Your mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. Was this a terrorist attack? An invasion? Some kind of apocalyptic nightmare?

Then, the building next to you exploded.

Glass and concrete rained down like deadly hail, snapping you out of your daze.

Move. You need to move.

Your feet obeyed before your brain did, sprinting down the street as debris crashed behind you. Everywhere you looked, chaos reigned. Cars flipped over, storefronts shattered, smoke billowed into the air.

And above it all, the creatures—aliens, you realized with growing horror—descended upon the city like a swarm of locusts.

Then, a streak of red and gold flashed past you.

You turned just in time to see Iron Man soaring through the sky, repulsors blazing as he took down several of the creatures in quick succession.

You barely had time to process the fact that Iron Man was real before a massive, hammer-wielding figure landed in the street a few yards away, the very ground shaking beneath him.

Thor.

Another explosion rocked the street, and suddenly, there was a man in a star-spangled suit, ushering civilians to safety with a commanding presence that left no room for hesitation.

Captain America.

This was no terrorist attack.

This was a full-blown war.

You weren’t a fighter.

You had no weapons, no combat training. The only thing you had was an ability you barely understood, one that had always felt more like an inconvenience than a gift.

But as the battle raged on, as people screamed and bled and died around you, you knew you couldn’t just stand there.

You had to help.

Ducking into the ruins of a crumbling café, you pressed yourself against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. You spotted a group of civilians huddled behind an overturned car, trapped as one of the metal creatures advanced on them.

Without thinking, you grabbed a loose brick and hurled it at the creature’s head.

It didn’t do much—barely even made a sound against its armor—but it was enough to get its attention.

The thing turned toward you, eyes glowing.

Shit.

You braced yourself for death, but before it could strike, a gunshot rang out.

The alien jerked back, a hole blasted through its skull.

Then, out of nowhere, a woman in black came barreling into view, flipping onto the creature’s back and twisting its head with a sickening snap.

It crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

And that’s when you saw her.

Natasha Romanoff.

Even with blood streaked across her face, hair tangled and wild from battle, she looked impossibly in control.

"Get out of here!" she barked at you, already turning toward her next target.

But you didn’t run.

Because as she moved, you saw it—the deep gash along her side, crimson staining her suit.

She was hurt.

And before you could think better of it, you were moving.

"Wait!" you called out.

She barely spared you a glance. "Go, now!"

"You’re injured!"

"I’m fine."

She wasn’t.

You could feel it—the pain radiating off her in waves, the sluggish way she was moving, the way she favored one side. She was bleeding out.

You didn’t think.

You simply acted.

Closing the distance between you, you reached out—placing your hands over the wound before she could shove you away.

And then, it happened.

The warmth, the golden glow, the pulse of life pouring from you into her.

You barely registered Natasha’s sharp inhale, the way her muscles tensed beneath your touch. You just focused, willing the torn flesh to mend, the wound to seal.

It took only seconds.

But when you pulled away, Natasha’s eyes were wide.

Her breathing was steady.

And her wound was gone.

"What the hell," she whispered.

You swallowed hard. "I—"

Before you could explain, before she could even process what had just happened, a voice crackled in her earpiece.

"Romanoff? You still alive?"

Natasha exhaled sharply, pressing a hand to where the wound had been just moments ago. Then, in a perfectly even voice, she responded:

"Yeah. I’m here."

Her gaze flickered back to you, something unreadable in her expression.

"Stay here," she ordered.

And then she was gone.

You didn’t stay put.

How could you?

The battle raged on around you, the city falling apart piece by piece, and the Avengers were the only ones standing between humanity and complete annihilation.

So you kept moving, dodging debris, helping whoever you could. You didn’t use your powers again—not until a man was crushed beneath a fallen beam, his breaths ragged. You healed him in a heartbeat.

And in doing so, you sealed your fate.

Because the moment he stumbled to his feet, still dazed from what had just happened, another figure landed near you.

A man in blue and red.

Steve Rogers.

Captain America.

His sharp, assessing eyes locked onto yours, then drifted down to the man you had just healed. Understanding dawned in them almost instantly.

You swallowed.

"…Hi?"

He didn’t respond.

Instead, he pressed two fingers to his comm.

"Stark, I need you to see something."

And just like that, you were no longer just a civilian caught in the crossfire.

You were something else.

Something they weren’t going to let walk away.

The moment Captain America took notice of you, everything changed.

One minute, you were just a bystander trying to survive an alien invasion, and the next, you were in the midst of the most elite force the world had ever seen.

You barely had time to process what was happening as Captain America placed a firm hand on your shoulder. "You need to come with us." His voice was calm, but his gaze was intense, assessing every inch of you.

There was no room for argument.

Before you could say anything, another figure appeared beside him—Black Widow. Natasha’s expression was still unreadable, but you could see the curiosity in her eyes as she took in the strange, golden glow still lingering faintly around your hands.

"We’ve got things covered here," Natasha said, glancing over her shoulder at the battle raging in the distance. "Get her to Stark."

"Understood," Steve replied, motioning for you to follow him.

You barely had time to question what was happening as they led you through the chaotic streets of New York, pushing through crowds of survivors, emergency responders, and Avengers.

Your mind raced.

What had you just done? You had healed Natasha—one of the most skilled agents the world had ever known—and now, you were being whisked away by two of the most powerful people on Earth.

For a moment, you considered running. It was instinct, something deep inside you urging you to escape before things escalated. But you knew that wasn’t an option. There was no going back.

The streets seemed to stretch endlessly as you followed them through the destruction. Finally, they led you to a narrow alley, where a sleek, high-tech van awaited. The SHIELD insignia was emblazoned on its side.

SHIELD.

The name had always been more of a myth to you, a whispered legend you had heard about in passing. Now, it was a reality—a reality that was about to swallow you whole.

You were ushered inside, and the doors shut behind you with an ominous hiss. The van took off at a speed that made your stomach flip.

"Keep your head down," Steve said, sitting across from you with Natasha beside him. "You’re coming with us to a secure location. We have questions."

You nodded, but your mind was still spinning.

As you sped through the streets of New York, the chaos of the battle felt like a distant memory. The city’s skyline blurred as you were taken farther and farther away from the carnage. The air inside the van felt thick, and the quiet was almost unbearable after everything you had witnessed.

Finally, the van came to a stop. The doors opened, revealing a sleek, underground facility with white walls, sleek metallic surfaces, and the hum of advanced technology. The air smelled sterile.

"Welcome to SHIELD," Natasha said, her tone still unreadable. "This is where we work."

It was the most intimidating place you had ever seen, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were about to step into something much bigger than yourself.

The moment you stepped out of the van, a team of SHIELD agents rushed forward to escort you inside, and you were taken into a small, sterile room with only a table and a few chairs. Natasha and Steve flanked you on either side.

"Do you know why you’re here?" Steve asked, his voice firm yet measured.

You swallowed hard. "No."

"We’ve seen your abilities," Natasha spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You healed me in the middle of the battle. That’s not something you can just do."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "I—I don’t really know how it works. It just… happens."

"And that’s what we need to understand." Steve leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp. "You’ve been trained, haven’t you? You have to be. A power like that doesn’t manifest without purpose."

"No, I’ve never been trained. I just… I’ve always had this ability. I can heal. I don’t know how, but I can."

"How long have you had it?" Natasha pressed.

You hesitated, a brief flash of your childhood crossing your mind—how your parents had always told you that your gifts were part of a greater plan, that everything you did was in the hands of destiny. But you knew now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. "Since I was a little girl," you said quietly. "I just thought it was normal."

Steve and Natasha exchanged a glance. The tension between them was palpable, but neither of them spoke right away.

After a long pause, Steve leaned back in his chair. "You’ve been living in New York for a while now. You’re a civilian—no training, no connections. Yet you just healed one of our best agents in the middle of a battlefield. That’s no small feat."

Natasha continued, "We need people like you, people who have abilities that could turn the tide of a fight. People who could make a difference."

You stiffened. You understood the implication, but it didn’t sit well with you. "I’m not a soldier. I’m not a fighter. I just… I just want to help people."

"Which is why you’re exactly what we need," Natasha said. "You have no idea the kinds of threats we’re facing, threats that require… people like you."

Steve’s tone shifted, becoming more insistent. "We want you to join us. To be part of SHIELD."

You blinked, stunned. The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond.

Finally, you found your voice. "I’m not a soldier," you repeated, this time more firmly. "I don’t think I can help in that way. I don’t want to be part of your… war."

Steve’s expression softened slightly, but Natasha’s didn’t. "We’re not asking you to be a soldier," she said, her voice almost coaxing now. "We’re asking you to help us protect people—innocent people, the ones who can’t defend themselves."

You shook your head. "I can’t. I won’t."

There was a long silence. You could feel the weight of their disappointment, but you stood firm in your decision. You weren’t ready to give up your life and be thrust into a world of espionage, violence, and endless conflict.

And no matter how much they wanted you, you weren’t going to be the hero they hoped you would be.

After a long moment of quiet, Steve finally stood. "We understand," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "But we’re not going to stop trying to convince you. You have a gift, and the world is full of people who need it."

Natasha stood as well, her eyes never leaving you. "We’ll be in touch," she said, her tone colder now.

You didn’t say anything else as they left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, you exhaled in relief.

You weren’t ready for this world. You weren’t ready for the responsibility that came with it. And no matter how much the SHIELD agents tried to convince you, you knew deep down that you weren’t meant to be a part of their mission.

At least, not yet.

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cherrytober ❤️🍒: day 02 - yoon jeonghan

jeonghan + knowing by heart your order at the restaurant you love;

also, happy birthday, jeonghannie. i love you~ ❤️

"shiiit, i really need to go to the bathroom", you say, pressing your legs together.

"i told you not to drink that much water, this is on you", jeonghan scolds you, even though he's been laughing at the way you're acting ever since you left home.

and, for once, you groan - that's truly on you. you knew you shouldn't be eating before going out for dinner, but it was just a snack; you didn't know that specific bag of chips you bought at the supermarket last week would be EXTRA salty, enough to make you chug on two whole bottles of water.

the restaurant is packed, the waiter is taking longer to attend your table as he usually does. you don't want to leave jeonghan alone, you didn't even decide on what you're going to eat yet, but if you have to hold your pee for a few more minutes you swear you gonna explod-

"go, i'll be waiting for you", he laughs.

"i'll wait for the waiter."

"what, to pee on him?", jeonghan jokes. "go, it's okay."

so you go. you go, and when you come back - met by jeonghan rolling his eyes like it's been hours just to tease you -, he's playing on his phone.

"did he come here yet?", you ask, pointing at the waiter.

"yeah, i ordered for you."

"you don't even know what i want to eat, yoon jeonghan."

jeonghan looks up at you, a playful smile on his face.

"oh so you were not going to order the pasta with an extra portion of its side dish and a non-alcoholic beer?", he asks.

busted.

"whatever", you roll your eyes, holding back a smile.

jeonghan laughs - he's probably the best boyfriend in the world right now.