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[naylasavannah]

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[dempseyytown]

(TiLT 360)

[quirkwizard]

If Hawks attended the entrance exam, how good would he do? How many villain points and rescue points would he get? Would he be first place? And do think he could defeat the Zero Pointer if he tried?

Oh, that's a fun idea. Naturally, Hawks will be aged down to match the rest of the kids. And I'm not going to comment out how many points he gets. Because at that point, I might as well be picking out random numbers.

So I think Hawks would do well, just not in the way you'd think. Because I'm not sure how well he'd do at destroying the robots. Hawks' feathers do have a lot of cutting power to them. He was able to stab into Hood with them, a Nomu who does have superhuman durability. Though I don't know how well that'd stack up to several dozen tons of metal, especially with a version of Keigo that is almost a decade younger and less trained. Which is nothing to say of the feathers being destroyed by the robots or hit by accident by the hundreds of other kids running around. That being said, I do think he could get by very easily with Hero Points. Even from a young age, he was extremely skilled with his feathers, being able to move and react fast enough to save over a dozen people from a car wreck. He could leverage his amazing range and control to help out the other kids in the exam. It gives me this amazing scene in my mind where people talk about some kid who stood around and did nothing the whole exam. Only from him to get in via Hero Points. They find out all the "lucky breaks" they got were Hawks subtly using his feathers to move them at the right time so they wouldn't get squashed by the robots.

[freezingwhitefire]

I decided to share what I already have while still working on the rewrite. So this is the original loosely written one and the rewrite of this is still in progress. It is for the Whumptober prompts, day 27.

No. 27: VOICELESS

Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

The room was silent, that was the first thing he noticed upon waking. The room was silent and his arm throbbed where he’d been grabbed before something knocked him out, probably some sort of magic that was what Ganondorf seemed to enjoy using the most. The next thing was something cool around his wrists, not his ankles though. He opened his eyes a little, not wanting to alert any guards that may be there to him being awake.

Sure enough Link’s hands were bound together, chained to the floor in the middle of the room when he awoke. Long thin arms were around him, rising from the floor, and he took in the pale sickly color of them alone with the red spattered nails and how they swayed. Slowly, trying his best to avoid getting closer to any of them he stood. As he shifted one of the hands swayed, the thin arm bending unnaturally, and reached for him. His eyes widened and he shifted back slightly to feel another hand grab him.

He tried to scream in terror, to call for help, something, but no words came.

No sound came.

Something was covering his mouth, blocking his voice, and Link’s hands scratched uselessly at the pale hand holding him. Suddenly it released him, he was left slightly dazed as he was abruptly released. Was it over?

Sharp pain rippled from his arm and he made a pained sound. Twisting he felt horror return, terror greater than previously. Red wet teeth in a twisted parody of a smile set into a pale deformed face. The stubs of arms ending in sharp points as the deformed bloated body wobbled away from him. He saw more of the sickly pale skin on whatever it was, splattered with more red that mirrored the color of the teeth. He wanted to shift back away from it but memory of the hand behind him came back and Link looked around. His eyes went wide with alarm and terror as he realized he was surrounded by arms, six of them.

The chain allowed him to try crawling past one arm but he was quickly caught and lifted to his feet, the chain stretching out to keep him in place and unable to escape the monster. Another bite, and before he could try escaping from the arm and hand another one had grabbed hold of him. A scream bubbled up, unbidden and yet a true reflection of his terror as he watched that red stained grin move closer to him, as it bit down and tore away some of his flesh. Somehow he was allowed to collapse on the ground and Link curled up around where the chain was anchored praying that somehow it was out of reach of the monster and that he’d be allowed to live through this.

A hand grabbed his leg and pulled, dragging him away from his safe spot.

Time sat up suddenly, his mouth open in a silent scream though no voice came out. His hands shook badly as they moved to his head. He buried his face in his hands and shook, wondering where that dream came from. A small suspicion came, but he tried to ignore it, and yet there had only truly been twice he remembered being so helpless… and only once had such been possible. A hand landed on his shoulder and Time jerked away, scrambling back away from the other. His eyes were wide, both of them, as he looked at whoever was there. He saw Warriors crouching, his hand outstretched and worry on his face.

“You okay?”

Time tried to smile. He was sure he failed by the way the concern only got worse. Still he nodded and opened his mouth to say he was fine but nothing came. No words… no sound… nothing. He tried again hoping that it was just how suddenly he woke from the dream or maybe it was just the words being caught and jumbled like usually happened, but nothing came. At last he had to admit defeat and slumped, his eyes closing as he slowly shook his head.

The hand tugged lightly at his sleeve and he blinked at Warriors, wondering what he wanted. Warriors tugged again, this time he followed him over to the pile where Wolfie, Wild, and Wind were. Warriors gave him a gentle push to join them and after giving him a doubtful look Time settled close to them. Wolfie opened an eye and grabbed Time’s wrist gently while pulling it over his back. Time tensed as he shuffled closer but he relaxed a bit.

Before he knew it he fell asleep again.

The hand dragged him away and Time tried to get free of it but could do nothing. His weapons were gone and so was his armor. All he had was the soft worn green tunic and the shackles on his wrists. His hands came up to try and block the mouth as it went for another bite but the chain pulled tight and stopped him before he managed to get it in place. Another bite and then another hand, he whined as he tried to twist away.

There was nowhere to go, the chain wasn’t out of range of the hands. He was surrounded by the hands and soon all he knew was pain from the bites that kept coming. Somehow he was on the ground, freed from the hands though the chains held him in place. A familiar laugh came followed by more pain, lightning crashed down close enough he felt it… worse yet the chains picked it up and sent a second shock through him. The gag kept him from saying anything, from trying to get it to stop.

“See boy, you should have accepted my offer while you still had the time.”

More lightning followed, followed by the occasional ice or fire. He was writing on the ground, trying to get away from the pain when another sharp bite came, latching onto his side and threatening to do far more serious damage. He cried out, the sound muffled by the gag, his voice muzzled and silenced.

“Time!”

The sound of his name woke him. Time realized he had curled into a ball and was shaking. His back hurt from the position, though he felt something warm and solid against his back. A hand on his arm startled him and he whimpered in fear, trying to get away from the touch. It was too warm to be the monster, it was, but he still felt that strong sharp nailed hand holding him tightly as he struggled to get free. He felt the phantoms of bites all over his body, his side and shoulder hurting the worst.

A low crooning managed to seep through the terror, it was familiar and soothing. Slowly he started to recognize things, the trees above them from Wild’s Korok forest, Warriors crouching close by with his hands fisted into the fabric of his pants, the sun shining softly through the trees. Wolfie was warm and solid against his back… that last piece was a soft reminder that this was reality. His hands were shaking again as he moved them to his face.

His throat hurt but not like it would have if he’d been screaming, he’d woken from enough nightmares to recognize that sign. Opening his eye again Time saw that Warriors’ hands were fisted even tighter, the knuckles having turned white.

“Hey, back with us?” Warriors asked gently.

Time nodded and shifted, trying to get up despite the phantom pain. Warriors released his pants then moved like he wanted to help him up but stopped and returned his hands to gripping his clothes. Time frowned and tilted his head in confusion. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on but couldn’t manage to get the words spoken, he was voiceless again. That realization frustrated him since he couldn’t lead the group if he couldn’t speak.

“You reacted badly the last two times Wars tried to touch you.” Sky told him as the Skyloftian crouched next to Warriors.

Oh, that explained it. Time groaned and flopped on the ground again, Wolfie rolled and laid partly on top of him, licking whatever exposed skin he had. Time huffed and tried to squirm away. Warriors sighed and tapped the top of Wolfie’s head getting a disgruntled look before the wolf got up and started to walk away.

<<Nightmares.>>

“You don’t react like that to nightmares.” Four shared his observation as he walked past, behind Warriors, to settle with his bowl and a book under a nearby tree.

That was true… but they hadn’t just been normal nightmares. Warriors seemed to be watching him intently. His brother seemed to figure something out with how Time unconsciously started playing with a few pieces of grass.

“May I touch you?” Warriors asked and Time blinked in surprise but nodded slowly.

Warriors slowly reached out and made sure Time saw him touching him. Time was a bit confused by that before he understood what Warriors figured out. His ears burned a little, no doubt turning a little red, and his hands clenched a bit more tightly than he’d meant to around Warriors’ shoulder and arm. Warriors said nothing about it as he helped Time sit up then to stand. Time felt oddly shaky and he wondered why he remembered that now.

“Sometimes, after the war, some of the men would remember something awful when they were someplace safe. It always seemed to happen when they felt safe and comfortable… like the memory was finally able to be processed while they forgot it when they were in danger.”

Warriors’ words drew attention from the others and Time felt his cheeks burn too as the others looked at them. He closed his eye, not wanting to see whatever was on their faces. Surely they thought him a fool or weak or something. Unfit in some way… he felt like that.

“Battle fatigue.” Wild’s voice drifted over.

The term felt familiar to Time. He abruptly remembered a few soldiers that had fought at his side had suffered that. It felt off though. He felt Warriors nodding while the Captain pulled his arm across his shoulders.

“Just so. The mind protects itself from things it can’t stand to deal with.”

“So Time feels safe with us?” Wind asked.

Time’s eye opened and he looked at the youngest Link wondering how he’d gotten that from the rest of the conversation. To the side he saw Sky nodding and Legend standing a little awkwardly with his arms crossed.

“It doesn’t necessarily mean that. He probably feels safe with Malon, you know?” Legend cut in before Warriors or the others could say anything.

“No, I think he does feel safer with us.” Hyrule replied to Legend and Time sent him a slightly helpless look. Hyrule smiled softly and hugged him, his arms reassuring thanks to the feel of his magic washing over Time before the touch happened. “Can you tell us about it?”

Warriors shook his head before Time could even try. “He hasn’t been able to speak since last night.”

That got even more attention and Time felt like shrinking, he wished he could. He looked at the ground while doing his best to ignore the way he saw the others watching him. Twilight walked over and gave Hyrule a gentle push towards the fire then casually shoving Warriors out of the way and ducking under Time’s arm. His hand was in the fur pelt across Twilight’s shoulders and he felt something relax at the texture, it was so different from the feel of Warriors’ tunic or the leather of his belts.

“Move, you’re stopping him from getting some food. Hey Wild, you made some fruit crepes, right?”

“Yep! Just finished them.” Wild replied, holding up a plate.

Twilight nodded and half dragged Time over, no doubt feeling how much Time was leaning against him. Time felt ashamed about needing the help, about making Twilight take care of him like this. Twilight didn’t seem to care and made Time sit down next to him while shoving the plate Wild had prepared into his hands. Twilight grabbed a plate with rice balls or something and started eating. When the others stared at them he sent them a pointed look. Legend huffed and dragged Hyrule over to sit for some food too and Wild handed them both the same thing as he’d given Twilight.

Time looked at his plate in confusion but he slowly started eating. He wasn’t sure how someone knew today would be a no meat day for him but however it happened he was grateful for it. Privately he suspected that Warriors or Twilight noticed that after nightmares he usually didn’t want any meat.

“So, I hope you don’t mind if we stay here and do some chores. There is a pile of mending that Legend has been complaining about growing and you know he won’t let us wear any of it until it gets washed.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad! It’s Warriors that refuses to go anywhere without having his socks washed.”

“If telling yourself that lets you sleep go ahead and believe it.”

Time knew that Legend had done most of the mending already. He blinked back some tears as he realized that the others were trying to make it easier on him. Nodding in answer, seeing that Wild was watching him for an answer, he then turned his attention back to his food. He completely ignored Wind trying to tackle Legend who had made some comment about his age, the kid was too easily set off by that… not that he’d been much better when he had been- well when he’d been around Wind while he was younger.

“Hey Sprite?”

Time looked at Warriors who was holding some paper and something to write with, or more likely something to draw with. He knew his brother had questions and he didn’t especially want to give the answers so he shook his head and pointedly held up his plate and fork to indicate he was still eating. Warriors seemed a bit sad about it but wandered over to stop Wind and Legend from possibly maiming each other.

“He’s worried, we couldn’t really get you to wake up from whatever you were seeing.”

<<Torture.>>

Twilight was quiet for a moment before leaning a little against Time who sighed softly and closed his eye again. It was a comforting weight, the feeling of someone leaning against him, but Time knew he would have to try to explain some of it.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to.”

Time wondered if his voice would work again or not. He thought about trying but the soft look Sky gave him when he sat next to him stopped that thought. It was the comforting weight of two of his boys leaning on him that made Time realize he was still shaking a little. Their care warmed him and slowly the shaking stopped, it was replaced by an odd exhaustion that wasn’t caused by being tired.

“Would you three knock it off?” Four asked suddenly, his voice coming from Twilight’s other side where Wild had been. Time looked and saw Wild was making something in a pot and kept glancing anxiously towards where Legend, Wind, and Warriors had been. Hyrule was curled up on Sky’s other side and seemed to be content there.

“He started it!” Legend snapped while pointing at Wind.

“I didn’t ask who started it, I’m finishing it unless you want to make Time get up.”

The three who Four was scolding looked at him then all three looked very contrite as they shuffled to find places to sit. Time thought about leaving things alone but he really felt like he needed to share what had woken him the previous night… all he could hope was that sharing it would grant him a bit of peace. He flicked his fingers at Warriors to get his attention. Once Warriors was looking at him he mimed writing something and Warriors quickly brought him the paper and writing tool.

Time hesitated for a moment before drawing the Dead Hand from his dream, both the monster and the arms were there, as though it was right in front of him. He stared it for a moment before writing the name of the monster above it. He held it out to Warriors, knowing his brother could read his era’s alphabet easily. Warriors looked at the picture and seemed horrified.

“Was this… was this what you dealt with in your dream?”

Time nodded.

<<It attacks by biting and ripping parts off with its teeth. The hands grab then it appears and bites.>>

“No wonder you didn’t react well to being touched. I’m sorry Time.”

<<Didn’t know.>> Time paused, then he decided to continue. <<I was chained in the middle of the hands. Just enough to almost get away but they kept grabbing me. Once it was done..>>

“Time, just take a moment. You’re shaking again.”

Time looked at his hands and noticed that he was shaking like Sky said. Wind carefully climbed into his lap and curled against his chest, not touching him beyond just sitting there and letting Time take in the comfort of his presence. It seemed to pick apart something he’d missed being knotted up. Tears were finally running down his face as Time curled his arms around Wind. He felt himself gently pulled closer to Twilight who was standing on his knees. Time turned his head and buried his face against the pelt while he shook with the sobs he’d been denied that day. He felt as Wind moved out of his lap and as Warriors moved to shelter him from behind while Twilight held him close from the front. He heard the others moving around and finding other things to do. It left him feeling ridiculously grateful for them and their understanding.

“We’ve got you. It’s okay to let it out. I promise, we’ve got you.”

Time nodded and just let the tears come. He lost track of time while he cried, the tears and release they gave so needed though he didn’t realize it until he was done and just resting tiredly against Twilight. Warriors shifted, then he guided Twilight so the two of them kept him tucked between them as they laid down.

Time tiredly murmured more, finally able to say the words though his voice sounded odd. “Was gagged.. and chained.. then he came and there was lightning and fire and ice over and over.  Then was left with it. Couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.. Just lay there and hope it didn’t reach me.”

The words were spoken softly, so softly that he doubted any of the others heard them, but apparently he was wrong since before he finished the last sentence he felt warmth settle over his legs and glanced to find that Legend and Hyrule had draped themselves across Warriors and Twilight to rest against him. It brought more tears to his eyes and Time shuddered a little. A hand gently ran through his hair, carefully threading through the strands in a soothing way. As he relaxed more the hands started to braid it while someone started playing music and Wild started chattering with someone else a bit away from them.

“Sleep, Sprite, we’ll keep your dreams safe. If that thing even tries to hurt you while we’re here we’ll kill it, I promise.” Warriors reassured.

“I’d like to see it try to touch us. I’ll tear it apart.” Twilight vowed, his voice quiet but intent.

Time hummed and felt himself starting to drift to sleep again but he had one more thing he needed to know.

“This.. it happens?”

“Yes, memories coming back like this happens. It’s okay though.”

“We’re here for you, and for each other if this happens. No one will have to deal with it alone.”

“Not while we have a say in it.”

Time nodded with a small hum. He felt Twilight hold him a little tighter and Warriors shift a bit closer. The warmth from the five of his boys was finally enough to send him back to sleep. He knew when he woke he might be teased about being an old man, but he also knew that if they ever did find a Dead Hand the thing wouldn’t last long against them since the others knew of his fear of them now… and somehow that knowledge followed him into his dream.

Link was once again chained in the middle of the room with arms around him. He tried to back away, forgetting the hand behind him. As it reached down a shield intercepted it. He blinked in surprise as he recognized that shield, it was one that had rescued him many times on a battlefield. Hands gently touched his, warm and careful as they picked the locks on the shackles holding him still. He looked and met two sets of eyes, both watching him in concern.

Smiling he accepted help standing, grateful that when he stumbled a bit they said nothing and only helped him stand. A sound behind him drew his attention and he saw the Master Sword flashing as it struck the creature, it gave a sound of pain as it disappeared below the ground again. A hand reached for the smallest of the Links but before it touched him Wolfie had it caught in his jaws, the wolf snapping whatever it had for bones and making the monster reappear.

Wild took out the other hands, forcing it to create new ones or simply stay visible. It seemed to choose to stay visible. Time looked around and Hyrule stood next to him with a small smile.

“Your turn.” He offered him his sword.

Time took it hesitantly, looking at his hands as he realized that he was in his armor again. That he had his gear once more. A hand on his shoulder drew his attention and he noticed Kishin stood there, his expression reassuring.

“You can do this.”

“I know. They helped.”

“They did, but even without them you can do this. You never have to do it alone again.”

“Thank you.”

Kishin nodded and he turned so Time could see the monster. He could see that now it seemed much smaller and weaker than it had. He tightened his grip on his sword and struck, it vanished and with it the dungeon and the chains. He turned and grinned as he recognized where his mind had taken them. He took a step then paused.

“You know, anywhere that was my home is yours too. I would be happy to have my friend as a guest.”

“I know, but for now you need rest.”

Time grinned over his shoulder at the Deity before continuing on his way. He needed to meet with Saria after all. She was always so happy when he brought the boys to visit.

[no-face-no-shame]

Chat can we get some Ws for Detective Gumshoe. W Detective Gumshoe, chat

[jamietukpahwriting]

From "Phoenix Blood" in Fierce Fairytales by Nikita Gill

[hxzelwallflower]

I'm only gonna' say this once , but ya'll better be nice to Frosty this year .

[abimee]

2018-2019 not good years mentally but defos some good goofs happened

[serenadeofsunshine]

IM CRYING REAL TEARS. YIY GUYs

[fairydust-stuff]

I lot of fans write Kaoru as this nurturing voice of reason and its like?????

I look at Cherry & Adam and I'm like I believe you two raised hell as children. I'm convinced Joe is the reason neither of them got themselves killed or arrested. But I also think they encouraged/ egged Joe to wild dangerous crap as well.

Cherry is feral he wacks kids, and he beats on Joe. He taunts Adam while beefing with him.

He's got a big heart but also an explosive temper and a low-key piss me off and I will fuck your shit up vibe. Also a fierce competitive streak.

[andromaquynh-ficrecs]

The Bronze Age by astrea215 & sassy_wartime_nun

Summary: “Maybe it’s not actually here?”

Andromache shook her head, frustrated. “It’s here. I know it’s here. It’s just not where I thought it would be. Looks like you’ll have to help me. You start from that end, I’ll start from this end.” She didn’t even look at Quỳnh to confirm, just started rooting through the nearest crate as if there was no question Quỳnh would go along. Which, to be fair, there wasn’t. Quỳnh sighed, sat down in the clear space she’d made, opened an ancient wooden chest, and got to work.

Or: Quỳnh and Andy take a three-millennia walk down memory lane.

Or: 5 items from Andy's past that weren't the right gift for Nile, and 1 that was. Fic by astraea215, art and beta reading by sassy_wartime_nun.

Rated: Teen And Up Audiences | Words: 25.253 | Angs and Humor

What i loved: the memories, the history facts and the objects that connect them. Quynh helping Andy with coming on terms with her mortality. Soft Quynh!!! The talks between Andy and Quynh, the way they trust each other. Andy loving Quynh. Andy loving her immortal family.

Bonus: beautiful art piaces in every chapter!!

[misconceivedcapricorn]

I'm such a little hater sometimes like tell me why I want to shake up a fandom when their takes on characters and their relationships don't align with mine

[quirkwizard]

Remember the shot where Keigo's eyes were blindfolded? What kind of training do you think he may have gone through in the commission?

So with Hawks, I don't think his training was that bad. I know that everyone likes to write the Hero Commission as evil as possible when it comes to Hawks, but I don't think that canon supports it. Between how well-adjusted Hawks seems as a person and how the Hero Commission seems to be less controlling than it was with Lady Nagant, I doubt it's the child solider, black site training most seem to think it is. There would be a lot of training courses for espionage. Stuff like how to interact with other people without giving himself away and how to transmit coded messages, like with the MLA book. Otherwise, I can only see it as more extensive UA type schooling. The difference being, it was somehow even higher quality because it was all focused on one person. It could cover basic things, like learning to actually fly with his wings and how to fight with them. That could be both with them as ranged weapons and as swords like we sometimes see him do. Some of the more advanced training could involve him trying to fight and fly at the same time, eventually growing into the fighting style we see later on. Then there is all the sensory training, learning to better manipulate his feathers by moving objects around, or even trying to find them while blindfolded.

[coquettepascal]

cranberry christmas

part iii of my series "texas sweet!" texas sweet masterlist and my masterlist

summary: it's your first christmas with the miller family, which brings all sorts of new feelings out of you and joel. he relieves your anxiety in a few giving ways (tis the season!)

tags: 18+, smut, anxious!reader, dilf!joel, joel is kind of a flop (but in a cute way), gentle!joel, found family (a little), the miller family being cute, reader has an anxiety attack, mentions of troubled family life, dorky christmas cheesiness, reader celebrates christmas, heavy on the f!reader for this one, reader has boobs, reader has hair, reader wears lingerie, dryhumping, almost powerbottom!joel (?), begging, nippleplay, hickeys, coming untouched, praise kink a little, realistic people in unrealistic situations, establishing of relationship

part i -> part ii -> part iii

a/n: this honestly got way out of hand, but i LOVE IT!! i hope you all have a lovely holiday season <3

(5.1k, not beta read)

“How long have you been a dad again?” 

You’re staring at the pile of gifts that Joel has “wrapped” so far. The striped paper is wrinkled on a few of them like he balled up the paper before wrapping the gift, other ones have glaring bald spots that reveal what they are without having to unwrap them. 

Joel huffs, grumbling to himself as he’s hunched on the floor, cutting out another square of paper to wrap a book. 

“Long enough to know that if I stay down here too long my back’ll hurt tomorrow,” he responds. 

The Christmas tree in his living room has been thoroughly decorated, leaving the lights to reflect from glass ornaments onto his face. Joel looks stressed tonight, but he’s just been stressed all the time lately. The colder months have brought shittier weather, which has him worried about snowfall on sites that couldn’t take it at the moment. Anytime you’ve seen him recently, his skin has still been cold from the outside, his nose slightly red. 

He looks at your pile of gifts, which have been neatly wrapped and finished with stick-on bows, and then scrunches his face, quietly mocking your words. You laugh, feigning offense as you tilt your head.

“Oh I’m sorry, I just assumed you would have been better with your hands, Joel,” you retort in return. Instantly his head is back up so he can look at you, a shocked expression on his face. 

“You sayin’ I’m no good with my hands?” He asks, a bit incredulous.

Your eyes are rolling before you can help it, smiling as you shake your head.

“No–” you start.

“I can prove that I got perfectly fine hands. Fingers too for that matter,” he dares.

Joel shoves the wrapping paper out of his way as he scoots his way over to you, his knees scrubbing the hardwood floor. He’s smiling stupidly, clearly excited to get out of wrapping gifts.

“Joel!!” You huff, trying to squirm away from him as he gets closer to you. You’ve learned he has a serious personal space problem.

“What, angel? S’not like anybody else is home,” he grins, nosing at your cheek.

And God. Yeah, finally, nobody is fucking home.

You and Joel have been something for the past however many months. Time has flown quickly, with life and love brushing past your skin in a wind of smiles. Work takes over Joel’s life before he realizes it, and it happens a lot. Maybe that would be a problem for most people, but you live right next door. It’s not like there’s space between you, especially since you can knock on his door whenever you want to.

But you’re both adults, and spontaneity requires energy that you both lack. 

The current schedule you’ve fallen into is seeing him on Friday evenings, whenever he gets home from work, a small date on Saturday if you have the energy, and family dinner on Sunday. Yes, you’ve now worked up the courage to look his daughters and brother in the eye. After you started showing up more often they began to bond with you more, especially his girls. Ellie and Sarah are both young, both smart, and as different as they are, it just makes for a firecracker-y relationship that’s hard not to interact with.

You’ve fallen into place as Joel’s something, as someone to his family.

The only problem you and Joel have is actually getting alone time. Since you both work so much, and he’s so family oriented, it’s been hell actually trying to get alone time with him. Not even just time to… do stuff. Just having a private moment is tough. Someone is always in his house, and as much as you have your own house, his feels more like home. 

You didn’t even set up your tree this year. The living room is bare of holiday cheer, save for the growing pile of presents that you’ve built in the corner near the couch. Finding home in Joel has not helped you find your place in Austin still, the lack of familial familiarity has sucked the love from your walls. The whole house just feels like dead skin that’s ready to flake away anytime you’re there. You want to brush it from its plot of land and go back to the place next door, where warm light and voices hold the roof down and raise it all the same. 

So yeah, your house isn’t really where you want to be, ever. Sacrificing sex with Joel isn’t the best, but you want to be around him more than anything. As long as he’s there, you don’t care so much if he’s getting you there. At least not usually. 

“Yeah, no one’s home,” you repeat back to him.

The incandescent bulbs that are strung onto the tree are casting light through his hair. Tiny flecks of grey are all you can get a view of right now as he pushes his nose beneath your jaw, pressing kisses to the tender skin that tingles under his lips. 

“Mhm,” he grunts, biting at your skin then kissing over it when you wince slightly. “N’they won’t be home for at least an hour.” His hands are skimming over the waistband of your pajama pants, warm fingers dipping to touch the band of your undies. 

“Yeah,” you say again. You’re losing words. It always feels like you lose your words, breath, and brain around him, but maybe it’s because you don’t need it. Joel keeps kissing at your neck as he reaches around, tapping your bum so you lift up for him. 

The lights in the room flash into pink as your eyes slide shut and your pants are tugged down more. It’s been too long, you need this, he needs this. 

Joel doesn’t hesitate. As soon as your pants are down enough, his hand is in your undies, skimming the hair there and then pressing against you. A surprised huff puffs into your neck as he feels how wet you’ve gotten, how quick. 

And then keys. And then the front door is swinging open. And then your pants are shoved up and everyone’s home and you aren’t in your mind, but it’s fine. It’s fine. 

You’ll find time before Christmas. 

—

Today is Shitmas.

“Shitmas. Y’know, like the day in Christmas week where you do a bunch of Christmas-y shit,” Tommy had informed you about a week ago, after you had slowly turned to look at him in the living room.

The Miller family does Shitmas on the 23rd of December, and supposedly it includes, but is not limited to, family pictures in the living room, cookie baking and decorating (lead by Sarah), and sock snowman making. 

They do this every year, and you can tell because as soon as you show up on Shitmas, you’re greeted by little sock snowmen. They line the stairs, each one with a year labelled on the belly. The first few are singular snowmen, but somewhere along the way it turns into two, marking when Ellie joined their family. Over the years they’ve obviously improved, but there’s something special about the first few on the stairs. Mismatched eyes, splattered glitter glue, and Joel’s printing on their bellies, instead of Sarah’s, all grace the earliest dated snowmen.

Ellie was the one to let you into the house today, since apparently Joel is helping Sarah bake and his hands are “nasty,” in Ellie’s words. 

“Kinda ugly, huh?” Ellie teases as you crouch to look at them on the stairs. Sarah calls out somewhere in the house, over the noise of the electric mixer, and it makes you huff a laugh.

“I think they’re endearing. It’s nice that Joel keeps these,” you reply. She somewhat agrees, an “I guess,” begrudgingly leaving her lips before Joel finally walks up and she skips off back to the kitchen. 

Joel’s drying his hands with a dishtowel still as he embraces you, sighing deeply. 

“Hey angel, sorry. Fuckin… Raw egg all over my hands,” he mutters as he squeezes you tight. The two of you pull apart for a moment, but not before Joel’s going back in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. As your palms settle against his chest, you can’t help but notice how warm he is, the skin beneath his shirt, hot and giving plushly under your fingers. 

“I like the girls’ snowmen,” you tell him fondly, peeking over your shoulder at them. When you look back at him, he’s looking at them, a softness in his eyes.

“Ellie hates doing those, she only does it because Sarah likes to.” 

—

Shitmas has been stupidly fun so far. Watching Tommy and Joel try their best to decorate cookies while Sarah makes Great British Bake Off worthy ones, all while Ellie smears smiley faces onto each one in an effort to make her sister proud has raised your spirits infinitely. You decorated a few cookies, but mostly watched in awe as Sarah expertly pressed sprinkles into each of the cookies and piped patterns onto them. It kind of felt like wasting cookies to not let her decorate them, even though she bakes them each year so everyone can participate. 

Now, you’re sitting on the couch. The cookies are all sitting on the kitchen counter, abandoned as each family member bustles around the house getting ready for the picture they’ll take in front of the tree. 

Surprisingly, Tommy is done getting ready first. Honestly you figured it would have been Joel, but maybe he’s putting some extra effort in today, rather than just running a comb through his hair. Tommy’s appearance at first is only surprising because of how meticulous he can be with his hair. Joel has told you about the times they’ve been late because his hair was “fighting” him some mornings. 

“Hair cooperated with me,” he says as he takes a seat next to you on the couch. Sometimes it feels like Tommy can either read your mind, or just says shit to take up space. You respond with a nod and a mild expression of acknowledgement, a little off in your own world. 

“You forget your flannel or somethin?” Tommy asks next. You almost nod again, on auto-pilot, but then stop.

“What?” You ask, head turning in his direction. He laughs in disbelief, and for a moment you feel embarrassment start burning at the base of your neck in fear he’s laughing at you. Were you told to bring something and didn’t?

“Hold on,” Tommy says, grunting as he curls up and off the couch a second later.

He leaves you alone in the living room, left to listen to the crackling fireplace channel on TV and the sound of Ellie protesting over Sarah wanting to put hairspray on her. 

Tommy’s heavy footsteps clomp around upstairs, leading into Joel’s bedroom. Not dissimilar to the girls downstairs, the rumble of Joel’s voice hits the floor and you roll your eyes, holding a laugh. There aren’t words you can make out, but you’re sure that Joel is mightily unhappy at the random intrusion of his brother.

The more you learn about this family, the more you feel like you’re falling into place, and the more you experience being in it, the farther away your own family feels.

You sit on the couch, still as can be, as you listen to the sound of Tommy rummaging around his older brother’s room, the sound of the hairspray being spritzed while Ellie groans. The sounds are feeling increasingly farther away, even though the girls are downstairs and the boys are only upstairs. Your eyes move to the cookies sitting on the counter, the messy dishes in the sink, and suddenly the stickiness from the icing beneath your nails is too much. 

What are you doing here? What is this Hallmark movie family you’ve found yourself in? 

The thump of your heart ramps up, pumping blood to your ears and making it rssshhhh in the back of your mind just as you begin to chase your breath. It’s all too nice, and maybe you aren’t entirely undeserving, but this is all so unfamiliar. Your own family isn’t terrible, but in comparison to this, it feels so dull. Christmas was just lights and presents before, not tradition and excitement the way that fucking Shitmas has been so far. You’re one activity into the day and it’s already so much better than what you can remember from back home. 

Maybe this is what influenced your decision to stay in Texas for the holidays. Maybe somewhere in you, you knew that this would be better. You’re sitting here, in another family’s home, taking your own family for granted, and for what? Some cookies and some pictures? For the sake of a relationship that isn’t even labelled yet? You deserve this, you deserve to chase your breath and wipe your tears. Selfish girl, if you didn’t feel right in your own family, what right do you have to find a place in theirs?

Nobody in this house asked you to be here but Joel, and really, you just showed up on his doorstep. 

Your eyes are shut as you catch your breath, squinched together so tightly that you see sparks of colour behind your eyelids. Tears keep slipping out and you wipe under your eyes politely, trying not to choke on any noises. The bathrooms are occupied, don’t make a fool of yourself in the living room. 

Tommy and Joel’s voices increase in volume until they’re in front of you, and you open your eyes to see the pair staring at you. Tommy avoids your eyes as soon as you’re looking back at him, while Joel just seems a little shocked.

“Hey,” Joel says, a festive red flannel in his grip. “Why don’t we head upstairs for a second?”

—

You cry for a long while before you actually manage to tell Joel what’s upset you. 

Sat on the edge of his bed, you cry into your palms until your cheeks are red and blotchy, and snot covers the inside of your palms and the bridge of your nose. It’s ugly, nasty, and not what you want to be doing at all. Your family is fine, just boring and emotionally detached, and you’re crying about it to the hardest working single father you know, who has essentially built his life on his own with the help of his brother. 

“I just feel so stupid and– and totally out of place. What have I done to earn my place here?” You ask him, eyes puffy and sad as you stare up at him.

Joel looks hurt. He has looked hurt for a long while, but you couldn’t see it when you were buried in your palms. His brows are pinched, his eyes wrinkled at the outer corners as he looks at you, almost seeming to pity you. For a moment his eyes flash away, not to anything in particular, but just to gather himself.

“Earn your place? Baby, what?” He questions. You stay quiet, feeling just as confused as he sounds. 

His hands clench where they rest on his thighs, then relax as he sighs, head tilting to the side so he can look at you again. 

“You don’t… earn your place in our family, darlin, you’re invited.”

How could you be so fucking dense?

Anyone that’s in Joel’s life, apart from Sarah, is somebody he actively invited in. His allowance of Tommy to be a near second father figure to Sarah and Ellie, his adoption of Ellie on its own,  the majority of his family has been let in. It could have been just him and Sarah, but he wanted more so he allowed more, and he allows more because he loves what the more in his life is. 

Joel takes a deep breath, again, and seems to steel his nerves. 

“You are so much more than invited into our family, angel, you’re welcomed wholly. But, if that’s too much right now and it’s bringing you worry, it’s fine for you to just be my girlfriend.”

Girlfriend.

That is not the topic right now, that is so not the topic right now, but he said the word. 

Joel loves the more in his life, and now he’s added you to that “more” officially. A label, a name, a little add-on to your identity. You’re putting “Joel’s Girlfriend” on your imaginary nametag in a million different fonts in your head before you realize he’s still talking. 

“You fit right in with us, baby. The girls love you, Tommy loves you, I love you, but you know that one,” he laughs. “It’s up to you if you wanna think of yourself as a part of our family, but know that we already do.” 

A smarter response should come out of your mouth here. Joel has just said a lot of touching things that have sunk into the meat of your body, warming you, but a smart response isn’t something you can manage.

“I’m your girlfriend?”  You ask.

Joel’s brows furrow. “Yeah?”

He says it the way an eighth grader would say “Duh.”

Your look of “When did this happen?” meets Joel’s look of “Where have you been?” at the same time, and only then does he realize. 

—

His apology for completely forgetting to ask you to be his official girlfriend for the last however many months is by cleaning you up really nicely for the photo.

Joel starts by fixing your hair, letting you sit between his knees as he gently pulls it away from your face. His hands run through it so carefully, a tenderness that only an experienced girl-dad like him could provide. When he’s finished, he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head, adding a mumbled “sorry” in, just to really save his ass. 

With anyone else you’d be upset at them for forgetting something so pivotal in a relationship, but with Joel you lend as much patience as he gives you. He’s busy, stupidly so, and with how close and intense the two of you are with one another, it’s not absurd for it to have slipped his mind. In some ways it’s flattering, and you’d like to ask how long he’s been thinking of you as his girlfriend. 

You’re just about to when he holds up the flannel in front of you, the one that he and the rest of his family are apparently wearing for the photo.

“You don’t have to. Seriously. We just talked about family and stuff and if you aren’t ready for that, then that’s–” He’s talking fast, but not as fast as you move to grab the flannel from him.

“I’m your girlfriend, of course I have to be in the picture.”

—

The rest of Shitmas was less, well, shit. 

Ellie and Sarah did their yearly sock snowmen after the photo was taken and they turned out lovely, or at least Sarah’s did. Ellie purposefully overstuffed hers with rice just to see how big she could make the snowman before he exploded, which resulted in him exploding later that evening when his rotund body toppled down the stairs.

Now it’s Christmas Eve, and you’re prepping for tomorrow morning. Your house still isn’t decorated in the slightest, the only festive thing about it being a laundry basket full of gifts that you’ll tote over to Joel’s tomorrow morning. 

Your lower back is absolutely killing you from wrapping the last of Joel’s gifts, something he had warned you of, but you had foolishly ignored. You figured it was an old man thing, not a consequence of too many presents. It feels like heaven when your back finally rests against the couch, your head leaning back as you sigh.

Since talking with Joel yesterday about the family stress and what the two of you are, you feel a hell of a lot better. Your lungs almost feel like they’re more open than before.

Just as you’re relaxing, eyes sliding shut in stressless bliss, someones at the door. 

You grunt as you peel yourself off the couch, trudging to the door and opening it. It’s strange that anyone is at your door, especially since Joel is out with Tommy and the girls going Christmas light spotting.

Or at least he’s supposed to be.

Joel stands at your door in a loose shirt and grey sweatpants, looking sheepish. 

“Do you want to come over for a bit?”

—

Alone. Finally, alone. 

You’re sat halfway on Joel’s lap, sucking a mark into his neck as he leans back, cursing softly. 

“Fuuuckin’ god, you know I missed you,” he groans. You nod into his skin, teething at the skin softly before pulling back to lick at the reddened spot. 

Your hands grip up his sides, feeling the solid width of his body, the plushness of his tummy when your hands sink into the right spot, and you want to whimper. He’s so stupidly big, and you’re so grateful he took his shirt off almost as soon as you both started making out.

Under the lights of the tree, he already looks fucked out. Joel is almost completely limp against the back of the couch, head leaned back to expose his thick throat, bitten down and bruised with marks he might regret in a few hours. His eyes are halfway shut, but dark as ever even in the warm glow of the room which also illuminates the contours that form along his tanned skin. 

He feels your eyes on him, his own opening in an attempt to meet yours, but it only brings attention to his face. Pink lips sit pretty on his face, slightly parted and puffy from kissing you dizzy earlier. Again, his eyes squeeze shut as you drag your nails up across his chest, only to fly open.

“Wait– Wait I have something,” Joel sputters. He slides you off his lap, scrambling to the Christmas tree with boyish urgency.

Joel returns with a red present, one that he actually wrapped fairly neatly.

It’d be sweet if you weren’t literally two seconds from tearing his grey sweats off his body and riding him into next year before he had shoved you off. 

“It’s not Christmas,” you point out, but he shakes his head and shoves the gift into your hands.

Begrudgingly, you unwrap the gift and lift the lid off the box beneath the paper. Laying flat in the bottom of the thin box, cushioned by white tissue paper, is a red, babydoll, nightie. A blush lashes across your cheeks as you lift it out of the box, discovering that the top of it has no bra cups, or really anything to support your tits at all. Red ribbon frames the bust of the nightie limply in a triangular shape, a fluttery mesh making up for the remainder of the piece. It looks and feels expensive, and on top of that it’s totally sexy, even more so since Joel is the one that bought it for you.

Joel had gone out and picked this just for you, he had probably thought about you wearing this every night for the past week. The idea of it is making you increasingly more aroused, your eyes flicking to his, then down to the bulge in his pants. 

“If it’s too much then I’ll return it but,” Joel’s chest is heaving with excitement, biting his lip as he looks at the nightie, “but I kind of want to fuck my beautiful girlfriend before Christmas.”

The two of you are upstairs quickly, with Joel settling in bed and you changing in the bathroom. 

You look at yourself in the reflection of the mirror once you’ve put the ensemble on, if you can call it that. The underwear that came with the nightie are barely a scrap of fabric. Normally you’d feel really uncomfortable in something like this, hyperfocusing on small things, like how the pouch of your belly looks, or how your tits don’t look nearly as full as you want them to, but not right now. 

Joel Miller just gave you, his official girlfriend, lingerie for Christmas. Because he wants to fuck you in it. 

Shamelessly, you open the door into Joel’s bedroom, basically bouncing onto the bed. 

“It’s so nice,” you tell him right away, wanting to show your gratitude. He’s down to his boxers as he lays beside you, eyes scanning up and down your body as you sit in his bed, almost as sexy as you are naked. 

Joel is still like that for almost a minute, making your brain run haywire. Tonight, he’s left the bedside light on. It’s probably so he can see you, but it’s always special when he lets you see him while you both get intimate. He doesn’t touch you at all, just scoots up the bed so he’s sitting upright and unblinking, until finally:

“I want you to use me,” Joel blurts out. 

It’s more surprising than the gift. Your voice is a tiny whine in the back of your throat, your mouth forming the word “what,” but before you can finish, his hands are on your hips, lifting you onto his thigh. 

“There, I want you to use me there,” he near-demands. 

You’re speechless. Joel is vocal in bed for sure, always talking a lot and never really quiet, but he hasn’t been so… commanding before. He’ll ask for things occasionally, a certain position or act, but not like this. Your hips are still as he pushes you down onto his thigh, the hair on it smushing into the softness of your skin. 

“C’mon, angel, I can feel you. Fuck my thigh, use me, I want it.” He encourages.

Joel’s hands grab onto you tighter now, starting to make you move your hips until you do it on your own. It feels like you’re making a dumb face, eyes wide and brows pinched together, but you can’t help but feel surprised.

This is Joel, your Joel, who was hesitant to have sex with the lights on, or even let you look at his dick in general, and now he’s making you hump his thigh? It’s completely new to you, but you aren’t mad.

Once you’ve picked up your own pace, and stabilized yourself with your hands on his shoulders, he reaches up. Joel keeps his eyes trained on your face as he takes advantage of how your tits are on full display in the nightie, plucking and rolling your nipples in his fingers all while talking you through what’s going on. 

“I know, I know you needed this,” he nods at you, “I needed it too, baby. Missed you like this.” 

It feels awfully good grinding against his thigh, and something about this newfound side of Joel with the added fact that you guys haven’t had a moment alone in probably a month, is making this so much more explosive. You roll your hips just right and gasp as one side of the undies slips into the slit of your cunt, the less soft edge of the elastic brushing your clit. A pathetic noise is ripped from you as your hips stutter, body shocked from the sudden direct stimulation.

“No,” Joel says right away. His hand reaches around and cups the bottom of your ass, letting his fingers sink into the crease between your butt and thigh as he drags you forward again. 

“Want your messy pussy all over me, please angel I need it so bad,” he says, guiding your movements as you start to go limp, head falling back. You barely register the feeling of his hand on your waist, trying to balance you as he fucks your wet cunt onto his leg. 

You let out a tiny noise as the elastic of the undies bites into your clit again and for whatever reason it makes Joel groan too. 

“S’exactly what I wanted, angel. Wanted my pretty girlfriend to come all over me an’ have her tits in my face.”

Whatever the hell has gotten into him you hope it gets into him again. He keeps rubbing you into his leg until you’re begging for more stimulation, your limp arms reaching to grab at his hand and push it up to your breasts again. 

“M-my nipples,” you beg softly, tears pricking at your eyes from the overstimulation on your clit. He doesn’t hesitate, half smiling as he starts playing with your nipples again.

“Like this? Is this gonna make my pretty baby come?” He teases as he rolls your nipples repeatedly between his fingers.

All of it is too much, but it’s exactly what you wanted at the same time. Your orgasm completely fucks you out as you keep your eyes on his, mouth hanging open dumbly as he keeps one hand playing with your nipple and the other reaching down to cup your ass and grind your cunt harder on his thigh. 

“Good girl, fuckin’ God,” Joel says, staring down as your ruined undies mash into his skin. You can’t tell if you’re coming down or if this orgasm is just super long for no reason, but if it was ending, it’s extended the moment Joel’s thigh clenches up.

You look down as you whimper, wondering why he’s chosen midway through your orgasm to fuck you up again, but then realize that he didn’t choose. 

A fat, pearly, translucent bead, sprouts from where the head of his cock lays beneath his black briefs. You can see it grow bigger in the light, listening as Joel groans and curses, his lower half thrashing beneath you. His chest is heaving and the hand on your ass is digging deep. 

“Jesus– God, baby, what you do to me,” he grits through his teeth as his back finally hits the headboard again. 

Frankly, you’re speechless. You didn’t realize that would happen, or really that it could happen. You weren’t even touching him and he came, he was only watching you. It isn’t like he shot a huge load of come, but still, something came out. 

Joel seems to be coming to the same conclusion as he breathily laughs, looking down at the mess before tugging you down onto him anyway, burying his nose in your hair. 

“Good gift,” he mumbles, maybe to you, maybe to himself. “Definitely buyin’ you another one next year.” [ <3 ]

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i just started barking and growling omfg

simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! suggestive - minors dni; soft dominance and subspace

simon loves having you in between his legs.

one time, when mactavish was able to coerce him into drinking more than he usually does, he slipped up and told the squad about his little secret. he expected the jeering and the teasing, mactavish and garrick specifically being loud to the point that simon had to call it quits and retire for the night, but they just don’t get it.

they don’t get that it’s not about the sensuality of it; it’s not just about the way it can be so easy for him to stuff your throat with his cock, and watch the way your eyes tear up until your mascara is running and leaving a wet mess on your face. sure, this leaves his blood pulsing with desire, but simon’s affinity goes beyond that.

because what he loves about it most is the way you fall into pieces at the mere position – your pretty eyes glossing over, your pouty lips parting for a soft gasp. it is like you lose track of time and reality as you settle there in between his legs, his toned thighs caging you in and grounding you.

simon chuckles, his big hand coming up to swipe your hair away from your face. you’re looking up at him, blinking blearily, your face resting on his thigh which smooshes your cheek in such an adorable way. he chuckles at your wistful sigh, batting your long lashes in satisfaction as he continues to play with your hair.

“feelin’ comfy there, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rumbling from his throat.

“mhmm,” you reply, smiling up at him so beautifully. “missed you.”

a lump forms in his throat, the strength of his emotions choking him. he breathes in deeply, weary eyes prickling with tears, before he’s cupping your cheek.

“yeah,” simon murmurs, swiping his thumb along your jaw before he presses the pad of it past your glossed lips until it bumps into the front of your teeth. “i missed you too, love.”

you hum, a happy trill, as you give his thumb a little lick before you nuzzle your cheek onto his hand even more.

simon wonders if you even know what you do to him.

[yuvany]

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When 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 gets caught in a dating scandal with someone else.

OT7 ENHYPEN x f ! reader CONTENT / WARNING(S) fluff + angst (?) + est relationship + idol!enha + jealousy + not proofread WORD COUNT : 943 CHECK BOX !!

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

The news shocked both you and Heeseung. You had spent a nice evening together being cuddled up in each other's arms while talking about everything and nothing, sharing giggles and laughs. But when he opens his phone he sees that his manager has messaged him and linking a post to it. You notice his demeanour change and asks what's wrong. Heeseung skims through it all and summarises it for you. "Babe, trust me when I say that this is false." Heeseung pleads, putting down his phone to hold you by the shoulders. "Of course I trust you. Let's just sort this out now. As long as I'm yours I'm fine." You kiss him on the forehead.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

"This is ridiculous." You hear his voice from the hallway and decides to peek your head around the corner. It looks like he is conversing about something serious based on his irritated expression with his eyebrows knitted together and how he prances around on the wooden floor. After a while of eavesdropping, he spots you and smiles at you quickly, but while you take slow steps towards him, you see his palm facing you, telling you to wait. You of course do that. After he's done, Jay tells you that it was his manager that called him to talk about something that had spread online. "Please, just tell me that you won't leave me." He asks, his arms wrapping around you comfortingly. "Of course not, silly." you reassure.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

You sent him an article titled 'Jake in a relationship?'. You weren't doubting his love for you, but you just wanted him to comfort you and confirm that these were in fact false. You see how he quickly opens the message you sent, but instead of replying, he calls you. You answer in a heart beat, and Jake rambles on. "Honey, I don't know what this is, but it is false." The rest is inaudible to you. "babe, calm down ok. wanna come over and talk about it?" You ask, and there was silence for a while. "I wish I could, but my manager wanted to talk with me first about this." You really wanted him to be next to you right now, but after hearing how sorry he was, and that the first thing he'll do after the meeting, is to rush over to your place.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

Sunghoon immedietly takes action. The second he sees the news, he reaches out to the rest of his memebers and send you a short message to not belive the fake news circulating online. You haven't seen any of it yet and call him, waiting for him to pick up the phone. When he does, you tell him that you're coming over for him to explain it all. While he awaits your arrival, he feels how his chest tightens and how he is visibly nervous of this encounter. Your knocking knocks him out of his thoughts and he rushes over to open the door for you, but not before he takes a deep breath. When the door opens, you jump into his arms, and he swings you arround. He puts you down and whispers in your ear, "I love you so much, please don't leave me."

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

He is mostly shocked that anyone would ship him with someone, yet alone spread dating rumours. He sneaks a glance over at you, and he sees that you are busy with your phone. Sunoo gets worried that you might see what's been published online. "sweetie, what are you doing right now??" He gives you the puppy eyes and you put down your phone. "I was just looking if something new had occured, and guess what I found, babe." you say, your words laced with something firece. "What did you find?" Sunoo sweats, and gives you an awkward smile."Your fans say that you've been hanging out with someone who sadly isn't me." You act defeated, and Sunoo rushes over and holds you by the shoulders. "That's not true at all!"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

Groans and sink into the armchair, causing him to look like a sulking child. You see this and tap him on the shoulder, causing him to turn his head. "Why so sad?" You ask, and Jungwon hands you his phone for you to figure out on your own. Your eyes trail the screen, reading the headline and a picture. "Who even is this?" You inch your face closer to the screen in an attempt to see who they had taken a picture of. "I honestly don't know babe, but this is false." Jungwon pats your back, and tries to take the phone out of your grasp while you try to identify the people in the picture. "Wait! These two look like those actors." You exclaimed, and Jungwon raises an eyebrow. He sighs, "You're just as nosy as these reporters." He giggles.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

Riki laughs out loud. "Babe, have you seen this yet?" He asks, handing you his phone. "What's this?" You say disgusted, shutting his phone off from what you saw. "These people are getting too bored." Riki leans over and gives you a soft kiss on your hair. "Still." You pout, and heaves a sigh. "You don't need to worry, I only have eyes for you, angel." He sensed your worry and eased it with his reassuring words. "One day I'll make them say that I'm your rumoured girlfriend." You announced and Riki just chuckles. "Whatever you say, princess." Then his phone lights up and he sighs when he sees that it's his manager who called, and his previous smile turned into a scowl.