#fun stuff <3 /sarcasm

[vvitchynerd]

hell looking like a nice place suddenly

[uactlikeicare3000]

Just got back into my house!!!

Me and my dad got locked out of the house trying to buy groceries.

[aquadestinyswriting]

Ok, so apparently there's still issues with getting a hold of adhd medications in the UK, so I will try to be around as much as possible to take part in tag games and answer asks. However, if it goes like last time, I'm probably going to be without them for at least a month, so don't expect to see me around very much since I'll be trying the wrangle The Beast and make it do the Healthy Living stuff (not to mention trying to deal with my very loud and hyperactive nibling while having no meds to help with the overstimulation that's going to cause. Wheee!!!!)

[e77y]

My mom finally helped me clean out my hoarder car lol :’) Embarrassing but she was so sympathetic and sweet and helpful waaa. Happy Mother’s Day to my mom ☝️‼️💪

[maple-the-awesome]

Another Link Crushes On You || Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Hyrule, Time, Sky x GN Reader

Overview: You've known Link for years - Well, a version of Link. Neither of you have seen yourselves as being anything more than friends, although it seems not all Link's think the same, in fact when you're introduced to the Chain, one of the boys happens to fall pretty hard for you. I spun a wheel to let fate decide upon random pairs this time. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun with some of them😁

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"Well, look what the cat dragged in. 'was beginning to think you might be dead in a ditch somewhere," You scoff, making your presence known as you lean against the door frame coolly while eyeing your long lost roommate and, more importantly, the company he’s brought home, "Hylia's sake, one of you is enough as it is. Now nine?"

Legend breathes your name in a sigh, not so much as glancing away from the chest he currently digs through, "I can always count on you for a warm welcome."

Despite the sarcasm and rolled eyes, you don't seem to actually hold any true disdain towards one another. Quite the opposite, an observant bystander would notice how the Vet's shoulders relax upon hearing your voice, and how there’s a slight curve to your lips following his snark reply. You’re someone who brings him comfort; someone the Chain can trust.

Pushing yourself from the doorframe, you give them a friendly smile and wave, ��I take it you must be the other heroes Link’s told me about in his letters - Less I’m to believe he found yet another ragtag group of misfits to drag around with him…It’s nice to finally meet other people who can bear to put up with his nonsense. I’m his roommate, by the way. Sorry I wasn’t around last time you stopped by.”

"Oh, so he has two roommates then -?”

“- His actual roommate," You correct with an annoyed huff. Of course, it's only half hearted, "Ravio doesn't count since he doesn't pay rent."

"He should. He's around enough," Legend's voice is echoed by the chest.

There’s more conversation to be had as the two of you bicker, although much of it becomes muted ambience for Hyrule who takes to wandering the room in awe of his predecessor’s impressive collection. Boomerangs and gauntlets, hammers and feathers, even an entire little chest overflowing with enchanted clothing…Sure, it’s probably not practical to most, but an adventurer can dream, can’t he? Amongst all of this stuff, Hyrule can’t decide what seems more interesting. The magic rods? A library of maps? How about the unique magical instruments lining the walls?

“...You're the one who practically showed up on my doorstep just begging for a place to stay."

"Really? Because I remember finding and nursing you back to health out of the kindness of my heart after you got your ass kicked by a moblin.”

"I had everything under control -”

- Just then, while half distracted by the argument behind him, Hyrule accidentally bumps into a shelf which causes its contents to shake violently. His shoulders tense in preparation for the awful sound of shattering no doubt followed by Legend’s scolding, but before one of the potions can hit the floor, a hand skillfully dives to catch it.

“Careful there. You could really get hurt with some of the stuff in here,” You smirk, setting the potion back onto the shelf before turning around with your hands placed upon your hips, “I keep telling Bunny this place could be more spacious if he’d just sort through some of this junk, but he’s too emotionally attached to it all to ever take my advice.”

“It’s good to be prepared, I guess,” Hyrule stammers, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment - At least, that must be why he feels so nervous all of a sudden. What other reason would there be? 

“There’s already been a few times when the Vet’s items have saved our tails.”

You hum, cocking your head to the side as you look the brunette over. In all likelihood, it’s probably only a split second that your eyes glance his way, yet it’s enough to make him feel see-through. Are you judging him? Do you see how knotted his hair is or how desperately his face needs to be washed? 

Golly, you’re attractive yourself - which should be a perfectly normal thing to think because yes, conventionally speaking, you could be found very attractive and for good reason. How did Legend and you meet again? Did he say it was strictly platonic or are you already spoken for? Is that even something Hyrule should be thinking right now? Why would he be thinking such a thing when all you’ve done is look straight into his soul - …And you’re gone.

Regardless of whether you noticed Hyrule’s internal panic, you end up straying from his side to start sorting through a nearby chest yourself. If he hadn’t been stunned stupid, he would’ve heard the words you speak to the group while tossing aside items, “Here’s an idea: maybe some of you guys can take a few items off Link’s hands - Split them up amongst the group to get it out of our hair -”

“- Absolutely not!” Legend’s voice comes from somewhere over the heaps of junk, not that it does anything to stop you.

Finally finding whatever it was that you were looking for, you stand up and make your way back over to Hyrule. Before he can react beyond a jolt, you take his hand and place something in it before putting your own on top. Your touch is soft in contrast to his own rough skin. Oh, and that wink you give him - It’s enough to make his face explode in red. It could be deadly for his heart to race any faster!

“...Don’t let him catch you with it,” You whisper, and that smirk you give makes him certain you know what you’re doing.

“I - um - Oh, sure…I -”

You chuckle at the flustered boy, regrettably removing your hands from his before once again leaving his side. He thinks you say something about refreshments, maybe lunch, but honestly, he’s as good as gone to this world. It takes a bit of shaking from Four and shouting from Wind to properly snap him out of it, at least enough so to finally look down at his hand. 

There’s a small blue telescope in his grasp, and it’s with that that he finally decides: you are probably, by far, the most interesting thing to be found here in Legend’s collection.

This is nice - peaceful, even, which tends to be a rare gift these days. Granted, the sun is a little too bright, and it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if someone walks away from this island with a nasty sunburn (most likely Twilight and Wild), but at least there’s somewhat of a gentle breeze to balance out the heat, and a quiet moment protected from any childish shenanigans is never something to turn down.

Most of the boys have been whisked off by Wind who had deemed it a crime that some of them have never seen the sea before. Those who managed to escape his attention have hopefully been keeping out of trouble on their own, basking in much needed time to themselves elsewhere on the island (after all, it does get tiresome traveling in such a large group for so long).

It matters not which deity has decided to smile down upon him today and grace him with this break. What matters is Time’s relaxed - as relaxed as a man with his background and mindset can ever be - while standing here in the sun, soaking in its glow and your perfectly tranquil company.

Ah yes, he hasn’t been left entirely alone. You’re here, too, but unlike his traveling companions, you’re closer to his age and thus seem to match his level of maturity and easygoing nature - a godsent in these trifling times, really. 

Currently, you sit upon the porch humming a pleasant little tune while combing Aryll’s hair. She sits between your legs, happily swinging her feet as you work small handfuls at a time, your movements as gentle and careful as the breeze - And that adoring look in your eyes…It could be enough to melt any heart.

Time finds himself being put at ease by the domestic sight, wordlessly admiring how effortlessly you balance caring for the young child while conversing with a stranger like himself, speaking to him softly as if a personal friend of yours:

“Link’ll probably want to stay with his grandma tonight, but the rest of you might do better staying with me. I’m sure she’ll offer, though I’d worry about the stress hosting so many traveler’s would put on her,” You explain, skillfully dividing Aryll’s hair into two blue ribbons, “I have space in my own hut, so there’d be no trouble.”

“It’s nice weather,” Time mentions, gazing up at the clear sky above, “None of us would mind sleeping under the stars -”

“- No trouble at all,” You emphasize with a breath, pretending not to hear his own point. He merely smiles, having no will to argue. They haven’t been here long, and yet this is the second argument he’s unlikely to win against you. The first was your insistence that they stay the night at all with promises to host them well. 

Once finished with her hair, Aryll thanks you in a hurry before scurrying off to find her big brother. You chuckle at her enthusiasm, but soon after, there’s a shift in your mood. Suddenly, you grow a bit sad and anxious. Time can’t help noticing the concern that briefly overtakes your expression, twisting your lips into a frown as you raise a nail to nibble on. Now that you’re truly alone, he can no longer mock ignorance to how exhausted you look, and it takes no genius to understand why that may be.

“...Rupee for your thoughts?” Really? That’s the best he can come up with in all his years of wisdom? It’s such a lame way to break the silence and an even lamer way to start a serious conversation with someone you’ve only just met.

Fortunately, you don’t seem to hold any judgment against him. Instead you sigh and look at him from over your shoulder with a sorrowful smile, “Is my stress that obvious?”

“I’ve been around long enough to know a mask when I see one,” Pushing him off the beam he’s been casually leaning against, Time invites himself to finally sit beside you on the steps. 

You don’t say anything all too quickly in response, rather you turn back to the sea with a deep inhale.

“...I worry about him,” You eventually confess through a whisper,“Every time he comes back from one of his adventures, he’s…different. Not enough so for anyone else to notice, but I do. He’s getting older - more mature, for better or for worse - and the things he’s had to witness - the battles and responsibilities that no child should ever have to bear - I can’t help seeing how it’s all starting to wear him down, slowly but surely.

“...And I know - I know this is his destiny and that he’s already saved the world once. I know he can handle himself, but he’s - he’s still just a boy! He shouldn’t have to bear the burden of the world upon his shoulders! He should be running around this island, digging for treasure in the sand and catching pigs. Instead he’s finding treasure in dangerous dungeons and fighting pigs!”

Time frowns. What can he say to comfort you? That it’s all going to get better? That maybe, one day, Wind will return home and stay for good? Even though you’re a stranger he has no obligation to, he can’t bring himself to provide an empty promise like that, because out of all the heroes here, he knows best that it would be a lie. This road they’re on - This road the Goddesses have sent each of them down - There is no end to it…Not one that he’s found, anyway…

Fortunately or unfortunately, Time doesn’t get the chance to collect his thoughts nor offer any words of encouragement (if he could’ve even decided on some). You sigh before he has a second to respond, suddenly looking back at him with an optimistic smile only half fitting of the current mood, “...You’ll keep an eye on him, won’t you? Make sure he doesn’t get too ahead of himself, at least during the time that you’re all traveling together?”

"You have my word."

At a minimum, he’s able to give you that promise. The road ahead is rugged and treacherous with fearsome monsters around every corner…but Time can promise that he’ll give his all to protect those in his party. No harm shall fall upon any of the boys so long as he’s able to take a blade within his own hand. He’ll see to it that Wind returns to your arms at the end of this journey, safe and sound with plenty more stories to tell.

Your sigh releases some of the tension kept within your mind and bones, “...I wish none of you had to go through any of this…”

“At times I wish the same…” His agreement is flat and not exactly what you had hoped to hear, even if it is expected, but at least his next words seem to touch your heart more tenderly, “...But it’s not ourselves who we fight for. It’s people like you; people who deserve to live to see times of peace. The world’s safety will always be payment enough.”

As a captain in the Hylian Royal Army, Warrior’s experience doesn’t quite follow the same origin as most of his counterparts. His training had been professional and grueling, the weight upon his shoulders more direct than a mere whisper in the wind guiding him. He didn't have the luxury of stumbling upon his destiny or sneaking in to find Ganondorf when the time was right - No, he was publicly named then pushed by circumstances to meet Ganondorf on a battlefield, of all places.

It’s a life few in the Chain can exactly relate to, although some similar undertones aren’t missed upon Wild and Sky. While Wild isn’t one to draw any attention to it, perhaps not remembering enough about himself to know why any of this may or may not feel familiar, Sky’s a bit more acclimated to this systematized environment than his brothers, even if it is still rather different than home.

The army of this world clearly functions on a far larger scale than any of the knights back on Skyloft, and the air carries more tension than what could ever be found in a classroom, even on testing days. Nevertheless, Sky appreciates how much pride Warrior takes in showing off his world, not letting the stern expressions of anyone they pass dampen his excitement, after all, despite some previous experience fighting alongside inhabitants of other timelines, it’s rare that he’s given the chance to be the host himself, not a simple guest.

"There's someone I'd like you guys to meet!" The Captain announces at the same moment his eyes and smile lighten considerably. Clearly, he’s spotted a new target, one he makes a quick b-line for with the others close on his trail.

A call of your name is all it takes to capture your attention, although contrast to Warrior’s spark, you seem far less amused with your reunion.

“And where have you been?” You hiss, your narrowed eyes disapproving as they basically dare your friend - colleague, maybe? - to try excusing his sudden absence and casual reappearance. Now that’s an expression that really sends Sky back to his days at the Academy! Why, he’s only seen it about a hundred times on his instructors over the years!

"Working," Warrior must be accustomed to being on the receiving end of such a harsh glare, because he completely fails to even acknowledge it, instead swiftly changing subjects as he gestures to the heroes behind him with much fanfare, “I came here to introduce you to -”

"- Sailor!” It’s funny how quickly your expression switches, igniting like a fueled fire. Within seconds, you’re rushing right past Warrior to embrace the youngest hero of their group, “Now there’s a face I’ve missed! Long time no see. Oh, look at you! Have you gotten taller?”

Luckily, Wind seems just as happy to see you, giggling and practically hanging onto you as you rub your knuckles into his hair. With your arm still tossed over his shoulder, you raise an eyebrow towards the rest of the Chain who now feel suddenly out of place, not certain if they should also know you.

Warrior comes up to your side to explain, “Funny story, but everyone you see before you is a reincarnation of the hero’s spirit.”

“Ah! Heroes from different times?” You gasp, pressing a finger to your chin as you look them all over with serious consideration yet hardly any surprise. Maybe you’re just as used to this sort of thing as Warrior is, “...Now that you say that, some of them do seem a bit familiar…”

“You must be the Hero of Twilight Midna spoke of!” You conclude with a point towards their Rancher who jolts. Whether because of the sudden attention or the mention of a sore name, he won’t get the chance to say, “I’m guessing so anyway, based on her descriptions, although I must say, she made you sound more…-”

“- Brutish? Rugged?” Warrior’s smirk is smug yet sadly untouchable amongst the careful watch of the surrounding military.

“I was looking for a nicer word, but that is what she said, isn’t it?” You sigh with a defeated shrug before turning to the oldest of the group. You gasp once again, this time with more heart, “And you! You kinda look like -! But it couldn’t be…Is that you Sprout?

“Talk about someone getting taller! The last time I saw you, you were only yea high!” Time’s thankful that you don’t give him the same treatment as Wind, instead minding your distance while awing at the height difference between you both now, although your smile soon turns sorrowful the longer you look him over, “...Your adventures haven’t been kind to you, have they?”

“In case you haven’t already guessed, this is the historian friend I’ve mentioned before - The one who probably knows more about us than we’re to know about ourselves at this point,” Warrior finally explains to his confused friends, coming up to place his hands upon your shoulder, “Give us a favor and try not to overheat now.”

“Oh don’t be so jealous,” You shoot him an unamused glare and swat him away, however he’s saved from any more scolding when you at long last look to Sky. Based upon what little the Captain has mentioned about you up until this moment, you’re a simple Hylian with no powers beyond your strength with a sword and impressive knowledge of Hyrule’s history…So why is it that your eyes have suddenly managed to freeze him like stone?

"As for you, I recognize that shield from Skyloft's era which means...You must be the Hero of Sky!" Your expression once again lights up like a beacon as you swiftly take his hand and give it a firm shake, not seeming at all fazed by his stunned stance, "You're the Master Fi spoke of, I take it? It's an honor to meet you."

"I, uh - It's an honor to meet you, too," At least he gathers enough of his wits to stumble out some words.

"I must say, Skyloft was one of my favorite places we visited during the war. Such a peaceful island - Well, after getting past the life-or-death battles that brought us there in the first place," You say, nudging Warrior as the two of you snicker. Oddly enough, Sky feels a bit disappointed to lose your focus and even more so to see the bond Warrior and you clearly share. Why, though? Why feel so omitted from someone he’s just met?

Fortunately, the negative feelings don't sink too deep until your attention becomes solely trained on him, "There's so little that has survived in our history books about your time - a real shame, too. As the first hero, I'm sure you have some unique experience under your belt."

"I-I guess you could say that…" Sky mumbles awkwardly, shooting a hand up to rub the back of his neck. Then, suddenly feeling a bit bold, he decides to test his luck with an offer, "I could, um, tell you about them if you want?"

Your eyes widen while Warrior rolls his, "You shouldn't have suggested that -"

"- Really?! Well, I'd love to hear it!" Before he can react, you have Sky’s hands sandwiched between yours, your touch impressively soft despite your years of training and fighting or maybe he’s just imagining them that way, "Could you start with the Imprisoned? We fought it a couple of times during the war and man, was it a pain. Fi mentioned you thought it yourself several times. Tell me, how did you -"

"Aaand we lost them…" Warrior groans, face smacked against his hand as you practically drag Sky off without so much as a goodbye to the others, "We're not going to get a word in ourselves for a while now. Let’s just go see if we can’t get an audience with the Queen and come back for them later.”

[vipussyeater505]

₊˚⊹♡°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Jinx x fem!reader₊˚⊹♡°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

cw: sesbian lex & sh???? That’s all i think… lemme know if there are any others :3

You were working on a small gadget you were making at Jinx’s workbench when a very bored blue haired girl decided that now was the time you guys to do something ‘quote on quote’ “fun”. “C'mon-“ you protested not really minding it.. as she dragged you out of your chair, “Don’t ‘cmon’ me,” Jinx replied casually, keeping a tight grip on your wrist as she led you to a couch nearby. “You need to relax, and I need something fun to do.” She said rolling her eyes, once you reached the couch, Jinx sat down and gestured for you to join her. “Of course you do…” you grumbled as you sat down and rolled your eyes “It's so cold in here..” you mumbled, trying to pull down the little fabric that you called a skirt (which barely covered up your ass, totally not wearing it to make her want you or anything… no- that’d be crazy she’s your best friend..) to try and cover up your thighs Jinx chuckled at your comment about the cold, her gaze following your movements as you tried to pull down the fabric of your skirt. She noticed your struggle and smirked, leaning back on the couch to get more comfortable. “Maybe you should’ve worn something other than that thin scrap of fabric then.” She teased, her eyes trailing up and down your thighs.

“Oh shut up..” you replied crossing your arms over the tube top you were wearing (again- which was barely covering anything) Jinx laughed at your reply, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. She leaned closer, her smirk growing wider as she glanced down at the tube top that barely covered you. “What, are you embarrassed?” She teased, playfully pushing your shoulder with her hand. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one showing some skin.” She gestured to her own bralette. “I know,” you murmured softly, your eyes trailing over her top before you looked away, Jinx chuckled at your response, clearly amused. “Oh, so you’re checking me out now too?” she leaned even closer, her face now just inches away from yours. Her eyes were fixed on yours, a playful glint in her eyes. “I’m not complaining though. Feel free to look all you want!” She winked and leaned back almost throwing herself back onto the couch cushion, a small smirk on her face.

“Puhhhhhlease..-“ you huffed in feigned annoyance “Just cuz I like girls doesn’t mean you’re my type.” you barked back rolling your eyes. Jinx feigned a look of mock offense, placing a hand over her chest in an overly dramatic gesture. "Oh, I’m not your type?” She chuckled, pretending her feelings were hurt over your comment. “And here I was, thinking we had something special." She pouted playfully, she was clearly enjoying the banter. “Ha ha. Right..” you said sarcastically rolling your eyes again and leaned back on the couch her eyes trailed over your thighs as she smirked at your sarcastic response, clearly not minding the sass.

"Ouch, the sarcasm! That hurt, ya know." She retorted, feigning injury again. Her eyes followed your movements as you leaned back into the couch, a playful smile on her face. "But seriously though, if I’m not your type, what is your type?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow curiously. “Why should I tell you?” you raise an eyebrow “you’d probably bully my “dream girl” if I met her- just like you did with every other girl I dated.” Jinx leaned back, placing an arm over the backrest of the couch, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I don’t bully every girl you date. Just the ones that don’t know how to have fun." She shrugged in a mock-innocent manner, her gaze never leaving yours. “Right, which- according to you- is every girl I date.” You huffed out leaning more back against the couch causing her to just roll her eyes. “Not my fault you don’t know how to choose the right girls.” She mumbled out "And besides, I just want to know what makes a girl your type. For science and stuff."

“Right, science….” you gave her a questionable look before looking down at your lap, she chuckled at your skeptical look, clearly enjoying the banter between you two. She scooted closer on the couch, the proximity between you two closing as she tried to get a better look at your face. "C’mon, you can tell me," She teased, gently nudging your shoulder with hers. “What's your type, huh? Tall girls, short girls, the good girls, the bad girls..?”

“Hmmmm,” you hummed pretended to think about it before shrugging, she let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes playfully at your response. "Ugghhh, come on, don't be stubborn! I know you've got a type," She whined, her voice brimming with mock-exasperation. She scooted even closer, their thighs almost touching now. "There has to be something you find appealing in a girl."

“As long as she’s funny I’m good.” you said in jokingly manner, your gaze on her shifted to your hands while trying to think about it. Jinx chuckled at your response, unable to suppress her laughter. "Oh, so you like them funny huh? So all those times I made you laugh... that means something special to ya?" She teased, a smirk on her lips as she scooted even closer to you now, her thigh now definitely touching yours. “Oh shut uppp- you gotta actually like girls for me to hit on you, ya know” you rolled her eyes and nudged her thigh with your knee. You moved so your back was against the armrest creating some space between you & her. You rested your legs in her lap while looking at her. She let out a mock gasp, feigning surprise at your words. She placed a hand over her chest in a dramatic gesture. "Are you saying you'd hit on me if I liked girls?" She said, a playful smile on her lips. She looked down at your legs in her lap, and placed a hand on your knee, her thumb gently tracing small circles on it. “Well.. I mean maybe if we weren’t friends I might've?” you said but it came out more as a question than a statement causing her to roll her eyes at you "And for the record, I do like girls. Just... not those boring ones that you tend to date."

“You like girls?” you looked at her unamused raising an eyebrow trying to figure out if she was serious or not, she rolled her eyes and sighed, her expression turning serious. "Oh please, I didn't think it was that surprising." She said as she squeezed your knee gently, her fingers tracing over your skin. "I'm not that picky about gender. I just like anyone who's fun and not boring. And you know-.. I think you're fun, even if you're stubborn as hell.” She ran her nails along the skin of your calf.

“Pluusss… you’re kinda cute, I mean.. thought I was being pretty obvious.” She mumbled her words barely coherent.

“I'm not stubborn?” you said furrowing your brows, ignoring what she had just said, Jinx chuckled and rolled her eyes again, clearly not buying your denial. “Oh, yeah? Since when aren't you stubborn?" She teased, giving your knee a playful squeeze before she continued. "Remember that time you insisted you could win that fight against an entire gang of goons by yourself? And you totally got your ass kicked."

“So what? That was one time-! Plus- You’ve done worse.” you snapped back mumbling slightly, she just let out a scoff and leaned back in mock-offense, placing a hand over her heart again

"Me? Worse? I'll have you know I have impeccable decision-making skills.” She retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head, a smirk on her lips. “You’re just a stubborn little thing. But I suppose that’s part of your charm, huh?”

you rolled your eyes again and started idly picking at the skin around your thumbnail when the conversation died down, you unintentionally caught your bottom lip between your teeth biting down on it gently & your mind starting to raise, thinking about everything she just said.. was she being serious? Did you maybe have a chance? No, no-! this is just how she is right.. right?!- Right. She doesn’t like you,- nonono I’m being silly.. she’s just being friendly… you let out a slight huff and started picking more roughly at your cuticles. I really want her to like me.. no scratch that- i need her to like me.. your heart aches at the thought of her liking someone else.. you tried pushing the thoughts away, your eyes glued to your hand as you intensely continued picking at it. She's your best friend for god's sake!- why are you even think—

You suddenly felt her hand on your knee start to move bringing you out of your trance like state, she smiled softly at you her thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, trying to ease your nerves.

“Hey, relax a little,” She said, her tone a little softer now. “You look like you’re about to gnaw your fingers off.” you looked up at her and with the hand you had just borderline abused- you gently pushed a strand of your hair out of your face so you could get a better look at her “I’m fine..” you mumbled again bringing out a soft chuckle out of her, a knowing look in her eyes, she could tell you were still nervous, despite your attempts to conceal it.

“You’re still picking at your cuticles, you’re not fine,” She pointed out, her tone gentle but teasing. She gave your knee a gentle squeeze before continuing. “What’s got you so nervous, huh?”

“Hm-? I’m not nervous..” you said resting your head on the couch cushion and looked at her, Jinx raised an eyebrow at your denial, clearly not convinced.

“Uh-huh, I totally believe you….” She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes playfully. But her gaze didn’t lose its softness. She continued to rub soothing circles on your knee, her touch almost tender now. “You suck at lying, you know.” She stated.

you bit your lower lip again and looked down at your hands. Jinx watched you bite your lip for the second time, her gaze lingering on your mouth before flicking back up to your eyes. There was a hint of something in her eyes, something she tried to hide behind her usual smile. “You’re doing it again,” She pointed out, her tone still soft yet teasing. “Do you even realize how that looks?”

“What do you mean?” you stopped what you were doing to look at jinx again. She held your gaze, her eyes looking deep into yours as she spoke, her voice slightly huskier than normal. “You keep sucking your lip between your teeth,” She explained, her tone still gentle. “You do that when you’re nervous or... when you’re thinking about something else...”

“What would I be thinking about?” your eyes scanning her face before landing on her lips then quickly looking up at her eyes. Jinx smirked, noticing the way your eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes. A sly smile crept onto her face. “Why don’t you tell me?” She inched closer, her hands now gently grasping your legs, her touch lingering on your thighs. “What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?”

“Nothing..” you stated, nervously picking at your cuticle again a bit rougher this time, only stopping when you drew blood and your thumb started dripping blood onto the couch, she noticed the bleeding and quickly reached for your hand, her touch gentle yet firm as she took hold of it. “Hey, stop that,” She scolded you gently, her eyes fixed on your thumb. She gently ran her thumb over the bleeding spot, her expression a mix of concern and annoyance. “Why do you always do that to yourself, huh?”

you grew quiet as she scolded you, watching as the blood dripped onto the couch a wave of embarrassment washing over you, you couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed over it as she let out a small sigh, her eyes still on your bleeding thumb. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, but it was mixed with genuine concern. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?” She chided you, gently wiping away the blood with her thumb. “You’re gonna wear yourself down to the bone if you keep doing this...”

you looked up at her and then down the hand that was holding yours “…yeah..” she murmured softly not wanting to say anything else.. in fear of oversharing, instead she bit the inside of her cheek you looked up at her again and watched as her expression softened at your response, her annoyance replaced with a hint of tenderness. She kept her hold on your hand, her fingers tracing soft circles on your skin. “You gotta stop doing that, okay?” She said quietly, her voice gentle. “I know when you get nervous you start picking, but you need to find a better way to deal with it.”

“I know..” you mumbled, watching as it slowly dried and stopped dripping onto the couch you heard as she let out a small sigh, looking back up at her and watched as she shook her head, her eyes still fixed on your thumb. “Do you really though?” She asked, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery. “Because you don’t seem to listen to me very well when I tell you to cut it out.” you tilted your head to look up at her and pouted slightly “it’s not on purpose..” you played with the hem of your skirt in an attempt to distract yourself the hint of sweetness in your pout made her expression soften further. She couldn’t help but be a little charmed by your unintentional adorableness. “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not on purpose. You’re just a complete nutjob who can’t control her nervous ticks.”

“You’re the last person who should be talking about being a nutjob..” you grumbled out as you leaned against the cushion again her eyes followed you and she chuckled & shook her head again, her smirk returning to her face. “Aw, but I wear my nutjob badge with honor, dollface. You, on the other hand, are just a walking disaster waiting to happen,” She teased, giving your knee another gentle squeeze. “Dollface? Where’d that come from?” you asked smiling softly at her, she raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes in mock-exasperation. “Is that seriously the part you’re focusing on? I swear you only hear what you want to sometimes..” She replied, a hint of amusement in her tone. She leaned back against the couch, her smirk widening slightly. “Dunno, you just look like a pretty doll… so it seemed fitting..” you looked down at your hands, growing quiet once again before you let out a soft hum "Hm.." your cheeks grew hotter by the second. Jinx immediately noticed the shift in your demeanor, and her smirk faded into a look of concern. She tilted her head to the side, watching you closely as you looked down at your hands. She reached out and gently placed her hand over yours, squeezing it softly. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” you looked up at her again and chuckled softly “I dunno..” you responded not wanting to scare her away.. Jinx raised an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving yours. “’I dunno’?” She repeated, a hint of skepticism in her tone. She gently squeezed your hand again. “You always get so quiet whenever something’s on your mind, I know you too well to buy that kind of bullshit.”

“‘M just tired I guess..” you offered, desperate for you to drop it, you started rubbing small circles onto the back of her hand, her eyes stayed on you for a moment, still a bit skeptical of your explanation, you were a terrible liar, and she could tell you were hiding something. But she decided to let it go for now, since clearly you weren’t going to tell her what was really on your mind. She sighed and leaned back against the couch, still holding your hand in hers. “You could’ve just said you’re sleepy. I’m not gonna force you to talk if you don’t want to.” you bit the inside of your cheek at that trying to calm down, you really did want to tell her- you did. truly.. but how could you when you were overthinking your friendship? I mean- if you told her how you felt you’d probably scare her away.. andddd… that’s truly the last thing you need right now. She noticed the way you bit your cheek, the action immediately catching her attention. She leaned closer to you, her gaze never leaving your face. “You’re thinking too hard again,” she muttered, her voice a little softer. “What’s going on in your head, toots.. huh? Mind letting me in there?” She chuckled softly poking at your forehead before sitting back against the cushion.

You pouted slightly again and sighed “It’s just.. i dunno..- it’s nothing.. I mean it is something I just- ugh!.. Can you distract me? Please..” you asked almost in a defeated voice. Her expression softened a bit at your mumbled request, “Distract you, huh?” She repeated, bringing her free hand up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “From what?” you looked up at her through your lashes then averted her gaze down to the couch “..my mind..?” you murmured, A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight of you looking up at her through your dark lashes. She couldn’t help but be a attracted to the combination of your vulnerability and your beauty. She leaned closer to you before speaking “And what do you want me to do about that?” She asked with a hint of mock-innocence.

“Anything?” you whispered desperate for a distraction from your overthinking. A sly grin spread across Jinx’s face as she heard your quiet plea for distraction, She shuffled closer, gently placing her free hand on your thigh, her fingers idly tracing circles on your skin slowly testing the waters. “Anything, huh?” She repeated, her voice a little huskier than before. Her eyes darkened as she stared at you, silently considering before your voice broke her away from her thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that..” you questioned her, your voice just above a whisper drawing a out a low, breathy chuckle at your soft question. Her eyes darkened even further as she leaned even closer, her face now merely inches away from yours. Her hand that was on your thigh started to slowly wander up, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

“Why do you think, baby?” She muttered back, her tone sultry and seductive. you bit her lower lip again nervously as her hand slowly snaked up your thigh “Uh..” you tried forming a sentence but the words died in your throat, you suddenly felt really small under her gaze.. Jinx's smirk widened as she saw the nervous reaction her gentle touch had on you. She leaned even closer, her hand continuing to wander up your thigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, as if trying to memorize every inch of you. She noticed you biting your lip again and couldn’t help but let out a small hum of approval. "You really gotta stop doing that, you know?" She whispered, her eyes focused on your mouth. You felt her fingers at the edge of your skirt "Jinx..?" you said in an almost whiny tone, she almost chuckled at your whiny tone. It was such an adorable sound, a mix of impatience and neediness that made her want to tease you even more. Her eyes darkened as her fingers kept tracing patterns on your thigh, now only mere millimeters away from your skirt. "Yes, dollface?" She replied, her tone innocent and playful. You blinked at her trying to figure out what to do, she could see the confusion and hesitation in your face, and it just made her more amused. She leaned even closer, practically closing the last bit of distance between you two. Her hand finally touched your skirt, gently lifting the fabric up just a bit as her fingers began to wander higher, just below the edge of your underwear… "Are you gonna say anything, or just keep biting your lip and staring at me like a cute little rabbit?"

“Rabbit?” your face scrunched up in confusion as you repeated her words back to her. She chuckled at your confusion, her hand pausing its path for a moment. She looked into your eyes again, her expression a mix of amusement and affection. "Yeah, a rabbit," She explained, rolling her eyes as if the comparison was obvious. "You look like a cute little bunny, all innocent and scared. It's adorable-, really."

“I’m not scared” you shook your head gently letting out a dry scoff. She chuckled again at your denial, her expression becoming a bit teasing. "Oh really?” She drawled, her hand slowly resuming its path up your thigh once more. “You could’ve fooled me. You look like you’re about to bolt any second…”

“You’re just not like this usually..caught me off guard..” you responded softly causing her to pause for a moment, her hand pausing as well. She studied your face closely, the look in her eyes momentarily going serious. Then, her expression softened again, her smirk returning. She moved her other hand up to your cheek, gently tracing your skin with her thumb. "And you don’t usually ask me to distract you from your thoughts. Guess we’re both being a bit out of character today, huh?"

“I guess so..” you sighed, a soft smile appearing on your lips, she smiled back at you, her hand resuming its lazy path up and down your thigh. "Guess I’m just feeling particularly indulgent today," She drawled, her tone low and almost velvety. "Seeing a pretty lady like you all shy and needy..."

“‘M not needy..” you huffed, rolling your eyes earning a snort from the girl, she raised an eyebrow at your protest. Her hand shifted higher, her fingers now gently tracing the edge of your panties. "Sure you’re not," She teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "That’s why you’re letting me touch you so freely, huh? Because you’re totally not in need of my attention..." you looked down at her hand just watching her waiting anxiously for what she might do. her smirk widened at your reaction. She loved it when you got all shy, watching her every move as if mesmerized by her touch. Her hand started moving again, gently sliding under the fabric of your panties. “You’re so quiet bunny,” She cooed softly, her gaze fixed on your face. “I can practically see the gears turning in your head. Whatcha thinking about, eh?” your eyes widening almost cartoonishly when you felt her hand dip underneath your panties “well it’s kind of hard to think when you’re hands down my panties..-“ you mumbled quietly, she just grinned at that and put a little pressure on your aching clit. “Then my distractions working huh?” She put a bit more pressure onto it before your words made her movements suddenly come to an abrupt halt “this feels wrong..” you whined out causing a small frown to appear on her face. "Wrong how?” She asked, moving her hand up a bit and gently tracing your stomach as she looked at you. "You don't want me to stop, do you?"

“No-.. I just mean.. you’re my best friend.. what if this changes things?..” you avoided looking up at her suddenly growing shy again. Jinx’s expression softened at your words, her heart tightening a bit at your unexpected shyness. She could sense the insecurity and nervousness behind your words, and it made her want to reassure you in every way possible. She gently cupped your chin, tilting your head up to look into your eyes, her own gaze filled with tenderness and affection. "Do you really think some touching and a bit of flirting is gonna change things between us?" you let out a huff at her dismissive tone but decided to stay quiet she chuckled softly at your huffed response, finding your stubborn attitude endearing. She gently stroked your cheek with her thumb, her expression turning more serious. "Listen to me, princess," She said, her voice firm but gentle. "No stupid touching or flirting is gonna ruin what we have." She leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "You really think I’d risk the best friendship I’ve ever had for a little fun?"

“You’re so confusing..” you groaned softly, a hand coming up to rub over your face in annoyance, her words not helping making this easier to understand. She couldn’t help but chuckle at your outburst. Your frustration and confusion amused her to no end. She gently grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from your face and holding it in her own. "And you’re stubborn as fuck," She retorted, the hint of playfulness returning to her voice. "I didn’t know it could be so hard to convince a pretty girl like you to let me touch her."

“What?” you stared at her in utter confusion almost dumbfounded, completely caught off guard by that. Jinx’s smirk grew wider at your baffled expression. She chuckled and raised an eyebrow, as if it should have been completely obvious what she meant. "What do you mean what?" She echoed, feigning innocence. Her hand started to wander again, gently tracing patterns on the exposed skin of your stomach. She leaned in closer "I’ve been trying to get my hands all over you for years, toots." you just stared at her dumbly trying to register what she had just said. Jinx let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. She knew what she said had taken you by surprise, but she also found it hilariously endearing. She continued to idly trace patterns on your exposed skin, her touch lingering longer than necessary.

"That’s adorable," She teased, her voice dripping with mockery. "You don’t have to believe me if you don’t wanna, but it’s the truth, dollface." She leaned even closer, her hand slowly snaking up your stomach and towards your chest. “You like me?” you asked dumbly not totally sure if you should believe her, your eyes darting to her lips wanting to kiss her.. She giggled at the dumbfounded expression on your face and the simplicity of your question. She couldn’t believe that out of everything she said, THAT was the part that had gotten through to you. "What gave it away?" She said sarcastically, as if the answer was obvious. She gave you a dry look, but her hand never stoppen its exploration of your body. “I didn’t know..” you said softly, your face growing hot in embarrassment. She giggled again, her hand reaching your chest now. She gently cupped your breast through the fabric, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin. Her gaze darkened, a playful spark in her eyes. “Oh, really? You’ve been completely oblivious to it this entire time?" She said in a mocking tone, teasing you. "Don’t worry, I guess some people just need things spelled out for ‘em." you suddenly mustered up the courage and leaned in, the urge to kiss her grew stronger but you stopped right when you were about to, you cursed yourself mentally for not just kissing her. Jinx noticed the movement you made to kiss her, and her eyes softened. She was amused by your hesitation and could sense the internal conflict you were having. But she wanted you to make the move, to see how far she could push you. She leaned in as well, bringing her face tantalizing close to yours. Her hand still gently cupped your breast, her thumb still grazing your skin, her breath tickling your lips.

"Go on," She whispered, trying to encourage you, her voice a gentle provocation. "You know you wanna." you cupped her cheek with your hand and tilted your head as you leaned in, kissing her gently scared if you did the wrong thing you’d break. you slowly pulled away to look at her, your eyes scanning her face. As you pulled away, Jinx opened her eyes and looked at you. She kept her hand on your nape, her gaze fixed on your face, studying your expression intently. She noticed the way your eyes flickered over her features, and she couldn’t help but smirk a little.

"What, you expecting me to suddenly pull away or freak out or something?" She teased gently, tilting her head slightly as she watched you closely. “No-, yes? maybe..” you bit at the inside of your cheek trying to sooth your nerves just a little.. Jinx chuckled at your uncertain response and felt a pang of sympathy. She knew you were feeling vulnerable and worried, and she wanted to ease that anxiety as much as she could. “Oh baby, you’re so cute,” She muttered, gently stroking the back of your neck. She leaned closer once more, her gaze a little softer now. "I’m not gonna freak out. You don’t have to worry about that." That was all then encouragement you needed, you leaned in again & kissed her, crawling on top of her so you were straddling her. Jinx’s eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly crawled onto her lap, straddling her with surprising confidence. She couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp against your lips, caught off guard by your boldness. She returned the kiss eagerly, her hands immediately going to your hips, gripping gently but firmly, as if to make sure you wouldn’t suddenly get cold feet and pull away. you settled onto her lap and deepened the kiss, Jinx could feel her heart racing a mile a minute. Having you so close to her, the weight of you on her lap, your body pressed against hers — it was like a dream come true. She’d imagined this scene countless times in her head, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the real thing. Her hands started to move up the sides of your body, feeling the silky skin and the subtle curves beneath her fingers. She wanted more, more of you, more of this moment. you pulled away panting softly, your lips finding her neck, Jinx let out a soft hiss through gritted teeth. The feeling of your lips on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, adding to the growing heat that was slowly pooling in her core. She tilted her head back to give you more access, her hands gripping your hips even tighter now, fingers pressing into your skin. She wanted to pull you impossibly closer, to merge your body into hers. you sucked and nibbled at her skin slowly pulling away looking at the mark you had just left on her neck as if it was some kind of art work— or to prove to others that you were hers.. Jinx let out a moan as you sucked her neck, her grip on your hips tightening even further. She felt her breathing getting heavier as you continued to claim the skin there, the mixture of pleasure and slight pain sending a jolt straight between her legs. She almost missed the moment when you stopped and pulled back, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire. “You better not have left a hickey, toots..” She managed to mutter, her voice breathless and rough. “Uhmmmm, oops?” you bit your bottom lip and looked down at her from where you were sitting. Jinx's eyes widened in disbelief as you responded with a nonchalant 'oops', clearly unrepentant about leaving a mark on her neck. She let out a disbelieving chuckle, shaking her head slightly. She was too damn turned on to be really mad at you, anyway. you moved your hips wiggling a bit trying to get a little more comfortable on her lap since your thighs were getting numb from the position. As you shifted your weight to get more comfortable on top of her, she let out a low hiss, her hands moving to grip your hips once again. She could feel the heat emanating from your core pressing against her lap, making her own body ache with need. The slightest movement of your hips was driving her crazy, making her want you so much closer, as close as possible.

"What do you think you’re doing?" She breathed out, a mixture of accusation and need lacing her voice. “I didn’t even do anything that time?” you frowned and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Jinx raised an eyebrow at your innocent look, clearly not buying it. She knew damn well you were doing that on purpose, making her suffer with the way you were moving on top of her. "No? You don't call grinding on my lap 'doing something'? Come on now, toots."

“I was just getting comfortable..” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. Jinx huffed in disbelief at your feigned innocence. She could feel the friction of your weight against her lap in the most delightful way, and it was driving her crazy. "Sure you were," She drawled, her hands gripping your hips a little tighter, her voice a little huskier. "Just accidentally rubbing against me like that, huh?" you huffed at her accusation, rolling your eyes at her again before grinning down at her and grabbing onto her shoulders, moving your hips again.. if she thought you were doing it on purpose why not actually do it on purpose this time. A soft moan escaped Jinx's lips as you suddenly moved your hips, the friction between you causing heat to pool in her core. She gripped your hips even harder, her nails digging into your skin as she tried to regain some semblance of control. "You're gonna be the death of me, toots," She gritted out, her own hips involuntarily bucking up against you in response to your movements. The action caused both of you to gasp, and Jinx's hands moved to your ass, grabbing you there and firmly holding you in place, preventing any further movements of your hips for a moment. "Easy there, dollface," She breathed out, her voice a little shaky. The way you were on top of her, the way you were moving against her, it was driving her insane. She wanted nothing more than to flip you over and take you right there and then. “What..” you pouted when she prevented you from moving. The pout on your face nearly did in Jinx completely. You were too damn cute, too damn hot, too damn tempting. She gritted her teeth and gripped your ass even tighter, her body tense, her breathing labored.

"You keep moving like that and I won't be able to hold back," She warned in a low, strained voice, her eyes darkened with desire and need. “Don’t hold back then?” you rolled your eyes and let go of her shoulders, your hands trailing down to the hem of your top before pulling it off slowly.. her eyes widened at your unexpected action, her heart rate increasing as she watched you remove your top, revealing more and more of your skin. "Oh, that's playing dirty, toots," She muttered, her knuckles turning white as her hands gripped your hips even tighter. "But I can play that game too." She let go of you for a moment to quickly pull off her own bralette, tossing it carelessly to the side. your eyes widened at the sight of her bare chest in front of you, you slowly leaned down placing kisses on her collarbone, kissing all the way down to one of her tits. Jinx's head fell back, her breaths coming out in soft gasps and moans. The feeling of your lips on her skin sent sparks of pleasure through her body. "Ah.. goddamn, that feels good," She managed to gasp out, her hands moving to your back, her nails grazing lightly over your skin. you looked up at her as you continued to do that, gently pulling one of her nipples between your teeth, biting it. For a moment, Jinx swore she saw stars. The feeling of your teeth gently nibbling on her nipple made her gasp loudly, her hands gripping your back now, her fingers digging into your skin.

"Oh, fuuuck... that felt... that feels so good," She panted, her breaths coming in shallow gasps now. She was starting to lose herself in the sensations you were creating within her, the ache between her legs growing stronger with each passing second. You pulled back with a small ‘pop’ sound before you started kissing her neck. As you kissed her neck, Jinx's head tilted to the side, giving you more access. She was struggling to focus, her brain clouded by the pleasure coursing through her body. Everything you did, every touch, every kiss, every bite was slowly driving her closer to the edge. "T-Toots, you're gonna drive me crazy... I need you," She managed to gasp out, her voice ragged and breathless. “Tell me what you need then..” you mumbled against her skin. She clenched her teeth when you mumbled against her skin, her body arching involuntarily, pressing against you. She wanted you so much it was nearly unbearable, the need for release building within her like a tidal wave. "You," She breathed out, voice rough and desperate. "I need you..”

“Where do you want me to touch you..?” you asked, sinking your teeth into the side of her neck, she let out a soft hiss as you sank your teeth into her neck, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending a jolt straight to her pussy. "Where do I-…? oh, baby, you know where-.." She breathed out, her hands roaming down your body, caressing your back, your waist, finally resting on your thighs, her fingers digging into the skin there. “C'mon just say it baby..” you cooed & pulled away to look at her. She squirmed under your gaze, her breath coming out in shallow huffs, her eyes dark with unbridled desire. She needed you, and you knew it, but the way you were drawing this out was driving her crazy. "You know where I need you, toots," She said, her voice a low, raspy whisper, her fingers digging even harder into your thighs.

“If you don’t say it I guess I won’t do it..” you said mockingly tilting your head. Her eyes narrowed at your mocking tone, her need turning into a fierce, burning desire. You were pushing her limits, and you knew it. She was too far gone to be teased like this, too worked up to play these games. "Baby, if you don't touch me, I'm going to lose my fucking mind," She whined, her voice thick with desperation. She let out a huff. She really didn’t wanna say it but you had the upper hand right now, so she had no choice but to comply. "I need you to touch me," She panted, her voice strained and breathless. "I need you to touch my..-“ She stumbled over the words, her throat suddenly dry. She couldn't believe she was actually saying this, but she knew she had no other choice. She was too far gone, too desperate for relief to play coy any longer. “I need you to... to touch my... my pussy," She finally managed to gasp out, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and pure arousal. “You just need me to touch you? That’s all?” you slid your hand down to the front of her pants, you slowly unzipped her pants “lift your hips up f’me..” you pulled her pants off when she lifted her hips off of the couch throwing them on the floor “Tell me what you want..” you said as you got on your knees in front of her.. Jinx's heart skipped a beat, the sight of you on your knees before her, making all coherent thoughts fly out of her head. “I want you so badly," She panted, her legs spreading almost automatically as you knelt between them. "I need you to taste me, to make me feel so good, baby... please..."

“Yeah, that’s what you want?” You planted soft kisses on her inner thigh, “hold my hair up f’me then..” you said, looking up at her through lidded eyes. She bit down on her lip nervously as you planted soft kisses on her inner thigh, the touch making her shudder with need. At your words, her hands moved to your head, her fingers burying themselves in your hair and pulling it back, holding it out of your face so you had unimpeded access to her. "Like this?" She whispered, her eyes locked on yours, her chest heaving with her quick, shallow breaths. “Mhm.. just like that..” you replied, your lips getting closer to her aching pussy, as you drew closer to her cunt, her breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation. This was like every dream she'd ever had, only better, because it was real. You were here, you were doing this, and it was sheer torment. "Please," She panted, her hands tugging on your hair, her hips twitching involuntarily, desperate for your touch. "Please, don't tease me anymore..."

“No? Don’t want me to tease you?” you placed kisses on her clothed pussy, she groaned in frustration, her head falling back against the couch, her body arching as you started placing kisses on her clothed pussy. The feeling was maddening, the cotton fabric of her panties was both a curse and a blessing, the friction between the two causing a sweet torture of sensation. "Please, baby, don't... ahhh... don't tease me like this," She gritted out, her body trembling as her grip on your hair tightened. "I need you so bad, I can't take it anymore..." When you heard her say it like that- basically begging you to fuck her, you started tugged at her panties before you slowly pulled them down her thighs, you pulled them all the way down until they pooled around her ankles then you helped her out of them and tossed them on the floor next to you, You looked up at her and watched as she spread her legs in front of you without thinking you hooked your arms around her thighs pulling her closer so she was on the edge of the couch. You spread her thighs further apart and leaned in, kissing her thigh. You watched as she shivered with anticipation. The way you were taking control, moving her where you wanted her, it was driving her wild. "Don't... don't make me wait, baby," She panted out, her fingers curling in the tresses as she pulled you closer by your hair. You grabbed her thigh guided it to rest on your shoulder as you started licking through her folds teasingly. You grinned up at her as you pulled away, kissing her thigh leaving a hickey on her inner thigh before pulling away a bit and bit her thigh gently slowly licking over it, kissing all the way to her pussy again and started licking her again, your hand sliding up her thigh and up to her entrance, slowly circling it with your middle & ring finger earning a whimper from her lips “pleasee don’t ma—“ you cut her off by slowly pushing your fingers inside her starting out slow, moving your fingers gently, letting her get used to it before you slowly started pumping your fingers in and out of her looking up at her as you licked & sucked on her clit. You watched as she threw her head back against the couch and panted. You slowly curled your fingers up and moved your other hand to press down onto her lower stomach, you didn’t stop until you felt her muscles spasm around your fingers.. you pulled back just enough to speak “close baby?..” you asked softly before coming back down to attack her clit. “Ye-yeah.. so close..” she huffed out barely coherent.

You continued pumping your fingers in and out of her a little bit faster than before, you pushed down on her stomach again as you curled your fingers up hitting her sweet spot. Your tongue continued to toy with her swollen clit. “I’m gonna—“ you looked up at her as she continued to let out moans and whimpers watching as her chest rose and fell her eyes nearly rolled back into her head as you curled your fingers again. You felt her muscles tightening around your fingers again and watched as her back arched off the couch and going almost limp against the couch, you slowed your movements pulling away from her clit, rubbing her stomach softly before pulling your fingers out of her holding eye contact as she looked down at you. You slowly lifted your hand to you mouth and licked your fingers clean.

“You’re so weird toots, ‘swear..-“ she panted out as you came up and gave her a kiss.

(Sorry if it was bad it’s my first fic 😓😓)

[gdinthehouseee]

Whiskers and Warmth: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: you and ji-yong decide to adopt a cat together for the first time :3

word count: 1464

tags: pure fluff; established relationship with some soft domestic moments (requested)

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The soft glow of the television flickered across the darkened living room as yet another cat video autoplayed. Ji-yong sat beside you, legs stretched out, his head lazily resting against your legs as you were sitting up typing away on your laptop. On the big screen, a tiny kitten swatted at a toy, only to lose its balance and topple over. Ji-yong let out a breathy chuckle, eyes warm with amusement. You couldn’t deny the way you found both him and the video cute. 

His eyes remained fixed on the video as he mumbled. “Y’know, it might be nice to have our own cat.”

“Yeah…” you murmured absent-mindedly in response. 

You continued typing away at whatever god-forsaken document you were working on, not fully getting the hint until you briefly looked up and made eye contact with your boyfriend, who was now staring at you over your work.

“Wait, like, actually?” 

He shrugged, playing it cool, but there was something thoughtful in the way he stared at you. “I mean… why not? We’ve got space. It’d be nice to have something waiting for us when we get home.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Something? Like a little gremlin running around, knocking stuff over and ignoring you?”

Ji-yong couldn’t help but smile at your sarcasm, lightly nudging you as you closed your laptop and set it aside to give him your full attention. “First of all, disrespectful. Second, it’s called ‘independent charm.’”

“Like your charm, you mean?”

You both laughed. However, the more you thought about it, the more the idea didn’t seem so ridiculous. Having a pet—a little companion curled up in your lap on lazy afternoons, greeting you at the door after a long day—sounded… nice. You glanced at Ji-yong, who had gone back to staring at the screen with his head now in your lap and a new-found softness in his expression.

“You really want a cat?” You asked, this time more seriously.

Ji-yong hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Yeah. I think it’d be fun. And—” He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I dunno. I like the idea of having something to take care of together.”

Your heart warmed at that. He wasn’t just talking about a pet—he was talking about you and him.

A slow smile spread across your lips. “Alright. Tomorrow, we will go cat shopping.”

He scoffed, looking up at you. “It’s called adoption, jagiya.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Ji-yong grinned back, excitement flickering in his eyes. Naturally, you watched as he scrolled through his phone, looking up different cat breeds or fancy pet accessories he’d insist on buying. His expression was relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips, and for a moment, you just looked at him—at the warmth in his eyes, the quiet excitement he tried to downplay. It wasn’t just about the cat. It was about building something together, about sharing responsibility, about picturing a life where you and him became something even bigger. The thought made your chest tighten, but in the best way—like something precious settling into place. Ji-yong wanted this, with you, and that realization made you fall for him just a little bit more.

And that was how, the very next day, you found yourselves at an animal shelter, wandering past rows of bright-eyed kittens and sleepy older cats. Ji-yong took his time, scanning each little enclosure like he was choosing a new designer jacket, while you crouched beside a timid tabby, offering your fingers in greeting.

Then, out of nowhere, a fluffy black cat with golden eyes leaped in front of Ji-yong and began weaving in and out of his legs, pushing itself up against him as if it was already marking its territory.  

The shelter worker laughed. “Looks like you’ve been chosen.”

Ji-yong, eyes wide, hesitated before bending down and hesitantly scratching behind the cat’s ears. The cat purred instantly. You grinned. “Guess we don’t have a choice now.”

Your heart was aching in the best way possible at the sight of him so fixated on this cat. It wasn’t until the animal made its way over to you, repeating what it had just done to your partner for you, that he had snapped out of his momentary trance. Amusement twinkled in his eyes as he watched the cat become more friendly with you. 

Finally, he exhaled, shaking his head fondly. “Yeah… Let’s take him home.”

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Ji-yong had bought the most extravagant toys, yet the cat ignored them in favor of the cardboard box the toys had arrived in. He tried (and failed) to get the cat to sleep in its fancy new bed, only for it to curl up in his spot on the couch.

“This is betrayal,” he pouted when the cat climbed onto your lap instead of his.

“You’re just jealous,” you teased, scratching behind the cat’s ears. 

“Yeah, whatever.” He huffed and rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips twitched up. “I can’t even tell if I’m jealous of you or him, with all the attention you’re giving him.” 

Ji-yong sat next to you and leaned back against the couch, his phone forgotten in his hand as he watched you fuss over the tiny ball of fur curled up in your lap. You were completely focused, scratching gently behind its ears, murmuring soft words he couldn’t quite hear, but it didn’t matter—just watching you was enough. The way your fingers moved so delicately, the way your lips curved into the smallest, sweetest smile, the way the cat nuzzled into you like it already knew it was safe in your arms—it made something in his chest tighten, warm and aching all at once.

Later that night, you dozed off on the couch, the cat nestled against your chest. Ji-yong, who had been scrolling through his phone, glanced over—and his heart melted. Carefully, he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture. Then another. And another.

A soft click stirred you awake. Blinking, you caught him with his phone in hand, mid-snap.

“Are you seriously taking pictures of me in my sleep?” You mumbled and rubbed some sleep out of your eye.

Ji-yong froze.

“I—uh—” He quickly lowered his phone, his face getting visibly warm. “You just… looked cute.”

A slow grin spread across your face. “Aww, is someone getting sentimental?”

“Forget it.” Ji-yong groaned, dragging a hand over his face. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching for his phone. “Let me see.”

He tried to protest, but you were already scrolling through the pictures on his phone, your lips curving into a slow smile. Each one was softer than the last—your face relaxed in sleep, one hand resting over the tiny cat curled against your chest. In some, the cat’s ears twitched; in others, its tiny paws stretched out like it was dreaming. But the way he had captured it—carefully, quietly, like he was trying to preserve something fragile—made your heart squeeze. You glanced up at him, catching the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck as he rubbed the back of his head, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re such a softie,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He muttered something under his breath but didn’t pull away, electing to practically melt into your affection. 

Later that night, as the cat stretched between you in the silk sheets of your shared bed, Ji-yong exhaled, his fingers absentmindedly gliding through its soft fur. His other arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you lay beside him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. The warmth of his skin, the slow and steady rhythm of his breathing—it was all so soothing, so him. The cat let out a tiny sigh in its sleep, its paws twitching slightly, and Ji-yong chuckled under his breath. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever be sharing a bed with a cat,” he murmured. 

You tilted your head, smiling against his collarbone. “Regretting it already?” 

He scoffed, shifting to press a kiss against your forehead. “Not even close.” His hand moved from the cat to your back, tracing slow, comforting circles. “This is perfect,” he whispered, almost like he was speaking more to himself than to you. And in that moment, with his touch warm against your skin and the soft rise and fall of the cat between you, you knew—this was perfect. This was home, for the both of you.

“We’ve got our own little family now.” He continued. 

You laced your fingers through his, squeezing gently. “Yeah. I think we made a pretty good decision.”

And as Ji-yong smiled, watching the cat purr between you, he couldn’t agree more.

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[retroaria]

♡ "All the little things..."

⟡ itoshi rin | oliver aiku | michael kaiser ⟡

summary: gn!reader, things that they’d look for/love in a partner! pure fluff! (i do describe something as ‘sexy’ but it really isn't that serious)

˗ˏˋ written for arias 1.5k follower event! ˎˊ˗

he’d never admit it, but rin would want a partner who can take him down a few notches. someone to calm his nerves and balance out his animosity. he can come to you at the end of every match and immediately release all tension and frustration. but also, someone to ground him and his ego a bit off the field. someone who can remind him to take things slowly and relax when he can and should.

he’s secretly very attracted to kindness. it’s a weird thing to be secretive about but rin is a weird guy what can i say. it makes his heart flutter to see you treating others with such grace, it even tugs a small smile at the corners of his lips which he quickly tries to pull back down into his usual blank expression.

rin tends to be a more private person himself, and he likes others that can keep their peace in that same way. he wouldn’t want to tell the whole world about your relationship, not because he wants to keep you a secret, but because he feels like you’re relationship is even more special the more it exists only to serve the two of you. he likes the idea of having you all to himself.

as a runner up for sassiest man of the year (lost to kaiser lol), oliver tends to find that same snappiness attractive in other people as well. he loves someone who can speak their mind and be confident about it, someone who can stand their ground and not let themselves be belittled. he thinks it’s hot, sexy even.

he likes people that are more outgoing then he is. while oliver doesn’t usually shy away from any fun, he can tend to back out of things because he feels it may be “too much” or an over exertion. he wants someone who can push him out of his comfort zone and get him to try new things that he wouldn’t have otherwise done on his own.

out of the whole cast, oliver is probably one of the most comfortable in his own masculinity methinks. he loves doing self-care and other beautification rituals (lol) with you! would let you do his eyebrows, dye his hair, make him smell like a strawberry shortcake; he fucking loves it. “Can’t turn down a bit of TLC and relaxation” he’d say. he totally does call a lot of it “goop” and “slime” or “sticky stuff” and can only remember to categorize it by color. “Babe, come feel my face, that pink goopy stuff made it so soft.~”

similar to mr. aiku, kaiser also loves a bit of sass in his partners, in a more subtle way though. sarcasm and brutally honest humor make him wanna bark like a dog. he loves it. he’s like the girl in a romance manga that falls in love with the cold and stoic upperclassmen. wants to break your hard exterior, but also wants to be the only person who ever could.

he loves being on the receiving end of ‘acts of service’. if that’s your love language, he’s all for it. he already thanks you just for putting up with him on a daily basis - considers that an act of service lol. making him food or planning a date for him would make his heart swell to the point of explosion.

physical and emotional intimacy need to be a huge priority for him. similarly to how rin likes things to just be between him and his partner, kaiser also needs certain things to be private, though he's more than happy to let the whole world know you're the person he loves. as long as he gets to have those quiet tender moments with you, wrapped in each others arms, he's a happy boy.

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@bllk-tv

[ranhaitanisgf]

Helloo!!! could you write a oneshot about ran dating fem!reader and she is like a total good girl i mean like good grades, a teachers pet and always listents to her parents.

Hope you have a good day you are one of my favourite writers<3<3

little miss rule follower

synopsis: moments w/ ran dating his fem!reader who is a rule follower

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ hiii thank you for requesting!! :3 +thank you for the message you are so sweet !! im so glad you enjoy my writings :D i wanted to include a lot of diff moments w this idea, so i did a little collection of mini oneshots, i hope thats alright ! i hope you all have an amazing and gorgeous and fabulous day & enjoy !! xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ ran haitani x fem!reader

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“y’know, it would’ve been a lot faster if i’d just driven you home, right?” ran suddenly asked, his voice laced with playfulness. “is it just that you want to spend more time with me~?” 

“hm? you know i’m not going to show up at home on the back of a motorbike, ran.” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, jokingly trying to pull your hand from his. he frowned at the action, lacing your fingers together and keeping your hand in a firmer grip. 

“you don’t want to be close to me? you don’t want to be able to hold me all you want? maybe even feel my abs-?” 

“no.” 

“...ouch. that one really hurt, sweets.” you giggled at his crestfallen expression, finding it rather cute as he pouted, side eyeing you to see your reaction. his jaw dropped dramatically when he saw your face. “you’re laughing?! wow, this really is a cruel world!” 

“yeah yeah, the world is sooo evil to you, right?” you teased, your sarcasm evident as you laughed at him. 

“yes, it really is!” he exclaimed, letting go of your hand and suddenly wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, putting his full weight on you. “(y/n), you understand, right?!”

“gah! r-ran! get offa me, you’re so heavy!!” you groaned, struggling to hold the both of you up at the same time. “i was joking!! of course i want to…ahh, of course i want to be close with you!!” as soon as those words came out of your mouth, he got off of you, smirking at you with a pleased look in his violet eyes. 

“that’s all i wanted to hear~” he stated, continuing your walk home as if he hadn’t been laying all his weight on you two seconds ago. all you could do was roll your eyes at him, but your smile was still on your face as the two of you continued walking, ran’s hand finding yours again and lacing your fingers together. 

“also…” you suddenly spoke up, “i know it takes longer to get home this way…but i get to spend more time with you…” you trailed off, feeling a bit shy about what you had just admitted. “i mean, i don’t want to be greedy or anything, but it’s nice that we can spend this time just the two of us, since you’re usually pretty busy with your…stuff, and i’m busy with school...” 

when you looked to ran after you finished talking, you were surprised to see the soft smile that was across his lips, his eyes looking at you as if you were the only person on the planet. 

“you can be as greedy as you want, (y/n). hell, i’m probably more greedy than you’ll ever be in your whole lifetime.” he squeezed your hand a bit, pulling you a bit closer to his side as you two kept walking. “if you tell me you want more of my time, i’ll drop anything and everything for you. so, just tell me.” 

“...okay then.” you answered warmly, smiling at him. “also, walk a little slower. your strides are so long it’s hard to keep up with you.” 

“hm? i’m already slowing down for you.” 

“yeah, well, walk slower.” 

“oho, you were serious about wanting to spend more time with me, huh? no problem then, doll~” 

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“c’monnn, you know nothing would happen to you, right? i wouldn’t ever let anybody hurt you, (y/n).” 

“i’m not sneaking out to go out with you, ran! we have school tomorrow! why can’t we just do something after school?” you asked, already knowing what ran’s response was going to be. 

“that’s no fun!”

“ohh, so you don’t have fun with me when we go out during the day? wooow, i see how it is, haitani.” you answered, making your voice seem upset. ran was always teasing you, so you could do the same every once in a while, right?

“hey, you know that’s not what i meant.” 

“pff, ‘m joking.” you relented, laughing a bit at the sigh you heard from the speaker on your phone. “sorryyy, forgive me please~?” 

“that was a mean little trick, but i’ll forgive you ‘cause you asked so nicely. you seriously won’t even consider it though?” 

“no! i love you ran, but i also enjoy not being in trouble and i enjoy not breaking the rules. i know you’re not like that, which is fine, but you’ll just have to get over the fact that your girlfriend is unfortunately a stick in the mud.” 

“well, i prefer to use the term ‘good girl’ ‘cause it’s cuter, but it’s okay, i can let it slide. can we go out after school, then?”

“that depends…are you actually going to show up to classes tomorrow?” 

“hey, that hurts! i’ve been showing up to school a lot more lately!”

“and then all you do is pass me notes instead of taking notes.” 

“in my defense, you just said show up, not to actually do anything.”

“please?” 

“...fine, but you’re riding on my motorbike when we go out.”

“as long as you don’t drive me to my house, that’s fine i guess…” 

“don’t worry, you can hold onto me as tight as you want~”

“h-hey!!” 

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you look so beautiful today ♡ can’t wait to see you after school~

you immediately folded up the piece of paper, shifting your notebook to slip it underneath so that nobody could see it. you could already feel ran’s gaze on you, confirming it when you peeked over and made eye contact with his lazy violet eyes, the corners of his lips turning up into a small smile. 

you looked back to your teacher in the front of the classroom who was droning on and clearly not paying attention, so you decided it was okay to not pay attention for a little longer. you looked back at ran, who was now making a little finger heart at you and mouthing something. 

“i…love…you.” 

your heart skipped a beat and you could feel your cheeks flushing, which only made ran chuckle a bit as you continued with paying attention to the lesson, (he was satisfied knowing that he had successfully distracted you). 

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“(l/n), can you make copies of this printout for tomorrow’s class?” 

“sure!” you chirped, taking the handout from your teacher and glancing over it. “i’ll leave them on your desk when i come back!” 

“thanks, i appreciate it.” you hummed in acknowledgment before leaving the classroom, making your way down to the printer room where the copier was. 

“where’re you goin’~?” the sudden voice in your ear made you jump, though you didn’t do anything more drastic since you recognized it almost immediately, your mind suddenly remembering that you were supposed to be going out with ran right now. 

“ran! ahh, i’m so sorry, just let me do this and then we can go?” he joined you at your side, looking into your pleading eyes for a second before sighing, a bit of a frown on his lips. 

“fiiine, but let’s make it quick. i found a sweets place i think you’d like.” you raised a brow when he continued to follow you to the printer room and he raised a brow back, wondering why you were confused. “you thought i was just gonna leave?” 

“i mean, yeah…this won’t take that long and it’s kinda boring.” 

“sure, but i’m with you, so it doesn’t really matter to me either way.” he responded casually, opening the door to the printer room now that the two of you had arrived. 

“you’re such an idiot, but you’re cute i guess.” you murmured, unsure of how to respond to his words. 

“here’s the part where i get to say, ‘but i’m your idiot’~” you only rolled your eyes, opening the top of the copier and laying the worksheet down flat and closing it. you could feel ran’s presence behind you getting closer, so you weren’t surprised when he rested his head on your shoulder, watching your movements as you input the number of copies to make. 

as the copier began to print out the copies, ran slid his arms around your waist, holding you firmly against his frame. there wasn’t anybody else in the room nor any windows, but you were still a bit anxious that somebody was going to come in and get the wrong idea. 

“ran, someone could walk in.” 

“what? i’m not even doing anything.” he teased, pressing kisses on your shoulder.

“this-! this is something! it’s like super pda!” 

“it’s not like we’re having sex-” 

“okay, stop!! forget i even said anything!!” you interrupted, wiggling out of his embrace to open the top of the copier, grabbing the worksheet you had put there and putting it on top of the stack of copies. “i’m almost done here, so go wait for me outside and i’ll be out in five minutes. bye!” 

before ran could say anything to response you had already sped out of the room, leaving him there chuckling a bit to himself. 

how cute. 

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“i’m actually not so sure about this anymore.” 

“hm? are you scared?” ran asked. you had thought that it would be worth it to agree to go on his motorbike if he came to class today, but now…you weren’t so sure. 

“are you sure this is safe? there aren't even any seatbelts…!” 

“you don’t trust me, doll?” 

“it’s not you i’m worried about!” you exclaimed, feeling a bit panicked. “what if there’s someone else who’s driving drunk and they hit you! a motorbike versus a car, the car would definitely win! how can you feel so confident riding this thing all the time?! what if something happens to you-?!” 

“hey.” ran suddenly said, taking two long strides to come face to face with you. “it’s okay.” he murmured, cupping your face and carefully smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “nothing has ever happened because i’m always careful. i’m always thinking of you, (y/n). i would never do anything that would threaten my own safety because i know how you would feel if something happened. okay?” 

“...you’re not lying?” 

“could never lie to you.” 

“...okay.” 

“how ‘bout we go get some cake for you, hm?” you nodded, wiping away the tears you hadn’t known you’d shed and feeling a bit ashamed at your sudden outburst over seemingly nothing. 

“‘m sorry.”

“don’t be. i probably give you every reason to worry, so you can let it all out.” 

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“you feelin’ better now?” ran asked, an amused smile on his face as he watched you absolutely devour the slice of cake in front of you. you tried to respond but couldn’t, your cheeks full of cake. ran made a motion that told you to finish before speaking, giving you a few moments to finish chewing. 

“yes! sweets fix everything!!” you declared, a big grin on your face. “see, if we had gone out at night this place wouldn’t be open!! isn’t this so much better?” 

“mm, doesn’t really matter to me. as long as you keep smiling like that, pretty~” you coughed at his sudden flirty words, accepting the cup of juice ran offered you and chugging it to get the cake that was stuck in your throat down. 

“s-sorry…” 

“hah, it’s cute how much my words affect you.” 

“shut up.” 

“will do~”

[pearlcigs]

ignore the fact I’m sending this right after u posted… I got notifs on for u!!!

I lowkey do not remember if Joel got got in this universe.. but Ellie texts Joel asking for advice bcz she rlly loves reader and Joel helps her draft up a paragraph (bonus points if she tries her hardest to use good grammar) and a date :3

great work guys im gonna start putting you to work more often and i hate to break it to u guys but this is the final part 🙁 yes yes so sad BUT it was fun i hope... but like theres not much left to do w it so unless someone sends like a REALLLLYYY good idea this is it i fear hope u guys enjoy

(this is ellies pov again btw)

⋆ texts with dealer!ellie — tlou discord server

the air was stuffy, blowing into your face and through your hair when you open the door. you didn't bother putting on anything decent, residing in your lounge clothes without caring for ellie's opinion. you saw her, looking down at her phone and leaning against the door of her car with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. she looks up as she hears the noise, standing up straighter and slipping her phone into her pocket. she smiles half-heartedly and it almost makes you swoon.

you walk down the path way until you reach ellie, the wind blowing the scent of her to seep into you entirely. it smells so nostalgic. "ellie." you mutter in a hushed tone. she hands out the bouquet to you, the red roses looking a little smushed and on their way out. you examined them, seeing the price tag on the cellophane encasing the flowers. they were on clearance. "5 bucks for half rotted flowers? wow, you must be really sorry." the sarcasm in your voice made ellie's smile falter. "this was all they had left." she admits, her voice sounding quieter than yours, if that was even possible.

she sounds genuine, you think, and seeing the smile fall from her face does make your heart ache. were you really feeling pitiful for her? "i got— there's other stuff too." she stammers nervously, you'd never seen her like this before. so bashful, her shoulders slumped. so different to the usual loud and confident ellie you know, or knew. "half rotted chocolate next?" you keep up with the sarcasm, the hurt burrowed in your heart taking priority over your pity. "no." she huffs out a small laugh, but it's more nervous and awkward than anything. she feels insecure that you still haven't accepted the flowers yet.

"it's just some stuff you said you liked. candy, that chapstick you talked about, those cds you were looking everywhere for." she says it like it's no big deal, like your heart didn't drop to your stomach at her remembrance of the offhanded things you said while smoking. "really?" you can't believe it, or rather, you don't want to believe it. cause then you would be wrong about ellie, everything you thought she was. "what? you don't believe me?" she scoffs and her shy demeanor vanishes slightly, anger flowing through her. you thought that low of her? for you to think she was lying straight to your face?

"it was silent after her tiny outburst. she clears her throat, she didn't mean that. "yes, really..." she corrects herself. she tries again, holding the flowers out further to you, gesturing for you to take them. "this doesn't change anything." you couldn't look at her as you took the flowers from her finally. "it does." she whispers, watching as you brought the bouquet up to your face to smell the roses. "maybe." you feed into it, going along with what was happening. "i'm crazy about you. you do crazy shit to my head." ellie admits. "

it was silent after her tiny outburst. she clears her throat, she didn't mean that. "yes, really..." she corrects herself. she tries again, holding the flowers out further to you, gesturing for you to take them. "this doesn't change anything." you couldn't look at her as you took the flowers from her finally. "it does." she whispers, watching as you brought the bouquet up to your face to smell the roses. "maybe." you feed into it, going along with what was happening. "i'm crazy about you. you do crazy shit to my head." ellie admits.

"i want to forgive you." you follow her honesty, admitting your own feelings. "then forgive me." she pleads, hands finding their way to your waist. "i'm scared." it was the truth, she'd hurt you once who was to say she wouldn't do it again? "then we can be scared together." she swallows nervously, taking in your features, your reaction to her words. you felt better, as sick as it was. knowing she was scared too made it somehow feel less scary. she would probably hurt you again, maybe next tuesday, but like she said. how is she supposed to grow if you don't give her a chance.

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[sanesaviour]

Danny☀️

Here are some headcanons about him and other characters:

1. He spend most of his life in K’un Lun, so living in New York is big culture shock for him, feels like different universe for him and at first he was really struggling with New Yorks pace (like K’un Lun is definition of patience and peace while New York is complete chaos), he is still learning how juggle his superhero duties, training and just living in such a chaotic city without feeling overwelmed. Also the technology and social media is wild west for him, even tho he tries really hard to understand it better and is really interested in modern technology he always ends up in situarions like: ,,why is my phone working so slow?” Turns out he has open like 100 tabs… but somehow he is really good at using his mp3 player (he really loves music and has very questionable taste in it)

2. He is super chill about everything, he have that laid-back attitude and also fashion, like he wears very loose comfy clothes and tries to just blend in (he fails) and I like to think like he is popular at school but on accident and he doesn’t even realize it coz everyone just like how chill he is all the time. Most of his teammates are jealous of this and he doesn’t get why, he is just too clueless

3. Vegan (I thought this was just my headcannon but after starting S2 turns out it’s actually cannon in show too lol)

4. Danny is fist one to accept Peter as new teammate but also as friend, he is only one who has beenkind to him since beggining, they are really good friends even tho most of the time they are alone together they don’t talk just vibe together

5. Danny teaches Luke how to be more book smart and luke teaches danny street smarts, they are best bros actually and later ends up on lot of missons together. And I feel like Luke likes to joke about Danny’s fancy origins like: “Did you learned this moves while sipping on some mystical tea and writing poetry?” Danny never gets those are jokes and is always like: “yea, how did you know? :D”

6. Ava and Danny both likes to read, they both can go hours withour saying anything and just reading next to each other… others likes to point out that they are like grandparents when they do that, also I think being disturbed while reading only thing that can get danny out of his chill guy mood. While Ava does that “shhhhh” thing while being disturbed Danny just stare at them with really cold and done expression which says: are you gonna shut up?

7. Sam is the one who actually teaches Danny about modern technologies and stuff. He also gives Danny nicknames like for example Zen guy… he likes to make fun of him but he secretly admires how cool Danny can be with his whole mystical vibe around him and on the other other hand Danny admires Sam’s jokes and even sarcasm (when he finally gets the whole concept about it) and is very fast to learn those skills from him (Peter thinks Sam is ruining him lol)

8. Okay this one is bit awkward but I think lot I can’t be the only one who thought about this… so I remember during history classes it was mentioned multiple times that most monks practice celibacy and some of them don’t even come to contact with woman for most of their life’s… SO- I think that at beginning Danny don’t really think about relationships, don’t mind spending time with someone of opposite gender, he views men and women as equals and he doesn’t feel any attraction to anyone, he is very focused on training… ofc due to his ���popularity” some people try to hit on him but again he is clueless about it, but at some point someone will make it very obvious that they are into him and he will do nothing about it but this moment will start his overthinking literally every human interaction phase and internal morality fight like he really would like to experience date but his mind is always like “why are you thinking about this? You are such a disgrace to K’un Lun!!!” Also he would go from talking w everyone same way to being speechless and all flustered around opposite gender… once that would happened even with Ava and her first thought about it would be something like he have some problem with her so she wouldn’t let him be until he tells her what’s wrong with him, so basically she would force him to spill the truth… then she would just laugh and make puns about it really often in front of others and he always tries to stop her so it looks like it’s some stupid inside joke of theirs which no one else gets

[valentine-cafe]

honestly I don't know which oc to pick for this rq bc literally any of them could be fun w/ this, so y'all get free reign :3 writer reader who writes smut about their partner. and accidentally leaves the tab open. annnd they get found out. cue an "oh fuck oh shit" flustered ass reaction. ✨

˖⁺. ﹙ sorcerer boyfriend  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . secret writing !! 🍒 :  sorcerer ˖ goth boyfriend﹙ verse 9948e alessio. ﹚

he finds your secret smut writing of him. 

“I quite like this line. ‘His cock breaches through and rearranges their guts with every rough buck.’ That what it feel like?”

You could never decipher the dryness of his voice. Was that sarcasm? Or playfulness? It’s the least of your concerns with your laptop in his pale hands. Viridian hues ventured back to the screen. He scrolls along the mousepad and tilts his head at your descriptions.

“What a way to describe me too. Thick and veiny, huh?”

“Alessio!”

Faster than he can blink, you snatch your laptop back and toss it off to the bed. Wedging yourself between him and the godforsaken tab you carelessly left often. Alessio only stuffs his hands into his dark pants and arches a pierced brow.

“You didn’t seem too embarrassed when you were writing about me ‘creaming you dumb’ -” he chuckles at the clear fluster written all over your face. The fiddle of your fingers like nervous streams of a cacophonied-violin. Your heart drums through the silence — and from the corner of your eye. . . you catch the ghost of a curl at the corner of his lips.

The sorcerer steps closer. Lanky arms adorned in dark, flimsy material of his vintage-esque poet shirt trap you at the corner or the bed. Tipped over you so that you have nowhere to run. And he can subsequently gander at the abandoned screen.

You can only push at his chest. Whine in protest when his eyes clearly scan over more lines. “Stop it . . . th-this is so fucking embarrassing?”

“Fucking hot too.”

Ice washes over you. Before you’re burning up hotter than the sun. What a conflicting contrast of warm and cold when his frosty hands cup your face and lift your gaze. His head tilts with his wavy hair and he muses in that dull, drawled voice of his. “You realise I am severely turned on right now, right?”

How blunt. You’ll never grow accustomed to his straightforwardness. “Why are you like this. . .” You can’t help but shudder.

“Says the one writing filthy smut about me.”

“Alessio!”

“Seems you like saying that just as much in fiction too.”

He flashes your glare a lazy grin. What a damn tease.

[pensthoughts]

enough | v.p

note: i used to write on wattpad like 3 years ago but this is my first time writing on tumblr so i'm very nervous 🙃 i saw the lack of van x reader posts and it made me kiiinda upset because she's such a bean and i love her sm. i decided i would try and help out the other van lovers out there and maybe influence other people to start writing more for her 💆‍♀️ hope you enjoy this! also this takes place in an AU where the crash never happened and they're just seniors going through the usual year

summary: a late afternoon conversation between you and van about the upcoming prom. contains: fluff, unpoken tension, light flirting, no smut word count: 1,028 pairing: van palmer x reader warnings: none!

the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the school grounds as the last few students trickled out. mainly football players and the stragglers of the soccer team, seeing how practices had just ended. you typically always found yourself at this spot after practice—quiet, calm, and with van. no one else. the outside world didn't really matter when you were with her. you two alone was always just enough.

van was perched on the hood of her car, leaning back with her arms crossed, staring out at the setting sun as if she was studying the horizon for answers. she had a familiar smirk on her face—the one that typically made you roll your eyes and laugh—but today, it felt different. the air between you two was thicker than usual, charged with something unspoken.

you sat next to her, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair as you watched her. you couldn't help it. there was something magnetic about her—her sarcasm, her dry humor, the way she never tried too hard but always drew people in. and maybe that's what kept you coming back here with her every day.

"soo," van starts, dragging out the word, "prom's coming up." her voice was casual, but you could tell she was waiting for your reaction

you sighed, slumping back against the car. "i know. it feels like everyone's been talking about it for weeks now."

van laughed, clearly entertained by your response. "yeah, it's pretty hard to avoid with all the hype."

you couldn't help but smile, but the thought of prom did stir something in you—something more than just the usual group chatter. you really did care about it. even if it was just a little. you hadn't wanted to admit it out loud. especially to van, who always acted like she couldn't care less about stuff like that.

"are you going with anyone?" you asked, casually looking away, but your mind couldn't help but wonder. you had a strong feeling that van would downplay it, but you still wanted to know.

she raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smile. "i don't know, maybe. what about you?"

you shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. but deep down you knew that wasn't going to work. "i don't know... it's just the whole thing. everyone's been talking about it so much, and i guess i care about it more than i thought i would. it's dumb." you say, looking down

van tilted her head, her gaze softening just a little. "it's not dumb. it's fun. people like you are always the ones who get to have fun at things like that."

you picked your head up, slightly in shock at the whole "people like you" thing van just said. "what do you mean?"

van shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes as she spoke. "you're just..easy to be around. people actually like being around you."

you shook your head, not fully understanding. "i'm really not, though. i mean, i don't have the kind of attention everyone else does. jackie's always the one everyone's talking about,"

van made a face, clearly not impressed by your self-deprecating tone. "maybe, but that's not what i mean. people like you because you don't try so hard. you're just..you. and that's enough."

you felt the weight of her words, but before you could process them, van stood up from the hood of the car, leaning against it and crossing her arms. "trust me. you're going to be the one everyone's trying to impress."

you laughed, though it was nervous, unsure how to respond. "i don't think that's true. you must have me confused with someone else"

van's smirk returned and there was a softness in the way she was looking at you. it felt like her gaze was lingering just a little too long. like she was seeing something you weren't. "you don't have to try. people are drawn to you. it's just how you are."

you swallowed, not sure what to do with all the thoughts that suddenly rushed in. something about the way she was looking at you made your heart skip a beat, but you didn't know how to deal with that feeling—especially with everything else going on.

"well," you said, trying to brush it off with a smile, "i'm sure i'll find someone to go with. i don't need anyone to be all over me."

van tilted her head, her usual smirk back in place. "i think someone already is," she said quietly, her voice almost teasing, but there was an edge to it you couldn't place

you froze, unsure of how to respond. the words hung between you both for a moment before you quickly glanced away, trying to hide the heat in your cheeks.

"right. well, anyway," you muttered, suddenly wanting to change the subject. "let's not talk about prom anymore. we're never going to agree."

van chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar. "fine, fine. but if you change your mind, i'll be here," she says through her laugh.

"sure you will," you said jokingly, heart still racing, as the tension lingered in the air.

you both sat in silence for a while after that, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon. it wasn't the most comfortable silence, but it was the kind you didn't mind sharing with someone like van. someone who understood you, even if you didn't quite understand the way your heart was racing in her presence.

as van got up to leave, she turned to you one last time, her eyes soft but mischievous. "drive safe," she said with a wink, then got in her car, leaving you there staring with a thousand questions still left unanswered.

you wanted to say something—anything—but the words stuck in your throat. so instead you just waved, knowing you'd have to figure out what was happening between you two eventually.

but for now, you'd let it hang in the air, suspended between you.

it was something unspoken, something the both of you were too scared to address.

and for now, that was enough.

[cowboybeepboop]

Please please please write something angsty with Hangman that ends with smut, it doesn't have to be too angsty but I really like how soft you write him

Pairing: Jake “Hangan” Seresin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 6.6k 

Summary: You’re a psychologist who is currently working with Maverick which means that Jake Seresin is back in your life. The two of you used to be friends but things changed between you during senior year. Seeing him again brings back memories, and feelings you thought you’d suppressed.

Warnings: not even slightly accurate to irl navy experience (I feel like that would be an assumption but nevertheless), mentions of bullying, Jake being a horrible person in the past, hand stuff, oral fem receiving. 

a/n: lowkey this was rlly fun to write, I'm not so great at angst so I hope this is good. Again, as always, I hope you enjoy and please send any requests you might have <3 I love to write requests so feel free to send anything! Also also, send me a message if you want to be tagged in future Glen Powell/Hangman fics.

You and Jake went to the same highschool and were great friends yet both late bloomers. You grew into yourself during your sophomore year of college whereas Jake did in Senior year of high school, when he got his big growth spurt and lost his braces. Something about him entirely humiliating you by standing you up on Prom night, something you were looking forward to, simply because of how much you liked him has you holding a grudge. 

So when you ran into him during your new position as a clinical psychologist for the Navy, your heart quite literally stopped. You thought that pretending you didn't see him would suffice, but, unfortunately the universe has a completely different plan. 

Your boss had introduced you to Maverick, they planned to have you check out his new team in order to make sure they are competent for the missions the government plans for them to complete. That's how you ended up in the gruff man's office every morning, despite his obvious disdain for your presence in their team. 

The evening sunlight beats down on you as you stand next to Maverick, watching the team go through their training drills. You notice him glance over at you, before focusing back on the team in front of you.

"How's that observing going for you?" He asks with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, never taking his eyes off the team performing push-ups.

“Honestly Sir,” you glance over to him, “You’re really good at training, but I think you should be flying missions. You’re too good of a pilot to be stuck on teaching duties.” 

Maverick pauses for a moment, caught off guard by your unexpected compliment. It's clear he wasn't expecting you to say that. He huffs, shaking his head as if trying to dismiss what you said.

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises, sweetheart." He smirks and turns to look you in the eye. "I take it you read up on my file, huh? Got all the dirty little details on Mr. Top Gun himself."

“Of course, but my father trained here a couple years after you.” your gaze returns to the aviators, “He’s always looked up to you, says you're one of the greatest.” 

Maverick's smirk falters for a second, his expression unreadable. He shifts his weight and adjusts the collar of his shirt, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Your old man, huh?” He clears his throat. “I had no idea." There's a brief pause before he speaks again, his voice taking on a slightly softer tone. "What's he doing nowadays?"

You reply with a shrug, “Not sure. He wasn’t so keen on having a *shrink* hanging around. Said it cramps his style.” Maverick snorts, that sarcastic smirk returning to his face. 

"Yeah, that sounds like a pilot, alright." He says with a chuckle. His gaze flicks over to the team, currently going through flight drills. He lets out a deep breath before speaking again, a hint of contemplation in his voice. "Did you ever think about becoming a pilot?”

“I did, but I don't think I meet the height requirement.” you smile up at him. Maverick chuckles at your joke, a rare glimpse of genuine humor in his expression.

"Ah yes, the height requirement. The bane of many short people's existence." He teases, his smirk widening. Before you can respond, both of you turn your attention to the sound of the aviators approaching. They look exhausted but pleased, clearly proud of a job well done.

Jake walks towards you, sweat dripping down his forehead from the strenuous training. He stands a little too close, his eyes fixed on you and his breathing heavy. "Hey, Y/N." Jake says, his voice strained from the workout. "You got a minute?” you shift your gaze to the older man at your right, clearing your throat before speaking. 

“No, I’m quite busy.” your usual playful tone is replaced with a distant and cold one.

Maverick picks up on your plea immediately, his expression hardening at the sight of Jake's attempt to speak with you. He steps forward slightly, creating a small barrier between you and Jake.

Jake looks taken back by your cold response, his cocky demeanor slipping slightly. He glances between you and Maverick, clearly confused. "Ah, come on. Just a quick minute." He presses.

“There’s time to talk later.” Maverick interrupts, making you sigh in relief. Jake's cocky smile falters at your cold rejection and Maverick's intervention. He glances at the older man, clearly annoyed by his interruption. 

"It's alright, Maverick," he says, trying to shrug off Maverick's protective stance. "I just wanted to talk to Y/N for a second. It won't take long."  you cower behind Mav, unwilling to face Jake alone again.

Rooster interrupts the tense situation, “Mav, should we hit the showers? Or is there more training to be done?” Jake’s face darkens at Rooster’s question, clearly frustrated that his attempt to speak with you is being constantly interrupted. He clenches his jaw, his irritation palpable.

Maverick, however, remains calm. He gives you a reassuring look before turning to face his team. "Yeah, you guys go ahead and hit the showers." Maverick says, his hand still on your shoulder. "I’ll take care of the situation here." The team nods, sensing the tension in the air, and starts making their way towards the showers.

You avoid Jake's gaze, biting down on your lower lip as you sigh with the tension between the three of you. As the team heads off to the showers, the tension in the air still hangs heavily. Jake stands there, hands on his hips, as he stares at you with a mix of disappointment and anger.

Meanwhile, Maverick's hand goes to your shoulder, a silent show of support. "You really going to keep avoiding me like this?" Jake finally blurts out, breaking the silence.

“If I can.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re like a damn hawk.” Mav gives you a quizzical gaze before you sigh. “It’s okay Sir, I’ll talk to him” he gives you a soft nod, heading off toward the buildings. 

Once Maverick leaves, Jake's attention refocuses on you, his gaze narrowing as he steps closer. "You’ve been avoiding me all week. We need to talk." His voice is firm, his frustration evident.

“It’s only been a couple days,” you protest, Jake's annoyance only grows at your words, his jaw tightening as he steps even closer, closing the space between you. 

"A couple of days?! It's felt like an eternity. And yeah, I remember our last conversation. It didn't exactly go well." He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "You can't keep brushing me aside like this." 

You take a few steps back, sighing with defeat. “Jake, why do you care so much now?” Jake's eyes flick down to the space between you, watching you take a few steps back. His expression softens slightly as he hears the resignation in your voice.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched across his features. "Why do I care?” he repeats, as if the answer should be obvious. “Because I..." He trails off, his own emotions catching him off guard. He pauses, grappling with the words he wants to say, before finding them again. 

You gulp, brushing past him heading toward the buildings. Jake turns, his eyes following you as you try to brush past him. He reaches out, his hand encircling your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"Hey, wait." His voice is softer now, more pleading. "Please, just stop and listen to me for a second."

“Okay, fine.” you pull your wrist from his grasp. Jake's hand hangs in the air for a moment after you pull away, your sharp movement surprising him slightly. But he quickly regains his composure and drops it back to his side.

He takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. He wants to reach out and touch you again, but he restrains himself. "I just... I can't stand this. This constant avoidance." 

“Worked well for you when it was you avoiding me.” you bite back. 

Jake's face flushes slightly, guilt flashing across his features. Your words hit him like a punch to the gut, reminding him of his own past behavior. He lets out a frustrated breath, his gaze dropping to the ground. "That was different..." 

“It’s not and you know it.” your head lowers as your mind goes back to your previous conversation, where you confessed your feelings for him and he shut them down quickly. Jake looks at you as your head lowers, regret in his eyes. He instinctively reaches out, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Baby, please." His voice is soft, almost pleading. "Just let me talk for a minute." His touch is tentative, as if he's afraid you'll brush him away again. He wants you to hear him out, but he doesn't want to push you further away in the process. 

You’re taken aback by the pet name, allowing him time to speak. Jake notices the effect his words have on you, a flicker of hope sparking in his eyes. He realizes that he might have a chance to explain himself now.

He takes a deep breath and begins, his voice steady but sincere. "When you told me about your feelings, it took me completely by surprise. I didn't expect it at all. And, honestly, I didn't know how to handle it." His gaze drops to the ground for a moment, his hand lightly squeezing your shoulder. 

You take a deep breath, “Jake,” you move his hand from you. “The only reason you care now is because, because I’m finally *decent* enough for your attention.” 

Jake's expression darkens at your words, a mixture of anger and regret in his eyes. He knows your words carry truth, and it hurts. "That's not true." he protests, his voice tight. "If I'm here now, it's not because I suddenly think you're *decent enough*. It's because..." 

“Because what?” your eyes scan his face. 

Jake runs a hand through his hair, struggling to find the words to explain himself. His eyes lock onto yours, as he tries to convey the depth of his emotions.

"Because I realize now what an idiot I've been," he bursts out, his frustration and remorse clear in his tone. "But... something changed and I..." 

“What changed?” you sigh, Jake's eyes drop to the ground as he grapples with how to answer. He runs a hand through his hair before looking back up at you.

"I don't know," he admits, his voice quieter now, "maybe it was time, or realizing I'm not a kid anymore, but..." He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "You're different now. You've grown, you've become this..." He gestures towards you, struggling to find the right words. 

“Jake stop..” you look up at him with wary eyes, “That's not fair,”

Jake stops, his eyes widening at your words. "What do you mean it's not fair?" He steps forward, confusion and frustration etched in his expression.

"I'm trying to explain myself, to make you understand why I care now," he says, his voice straining to remain calm. "How is that not fair?"

“Why? Why now?” your voice becomes louder with your growing frustration. Jake's own frustration flares up in response to your growing anger. His hands clench into fists at his sides as he tries to control his emotions.

"I can't explain why now!" he snaps, his voice rising to match yours. "I don't know why I didn't say anything before. I was a dumbass, and I'm sorry!" He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving your face. "I... I just wish I could go back and fix everything.” 

You open your mouth to speak, yet nothing leaves your lips. Jake notices your hesitation and his expression softens slightly, hope flickering in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his voice quieter now.

"Please. Just... say something. Anything." his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You stay silent, unable to process his words and find a response. 

Jake's touch on your waist is firm but not overpowering. He pulls you closer, his eyes searching your face for some kind of response. He notices your silence, the way you seem to be frozen in place. His brow furrows with concern. "Please, talk to me," he pleads. "Don't just stand there." 

You cover his mouth with your hand, needing a second to think. Jake freezes as you place your hand over his mouth, preventing him from speaking any further for the moment. He instinctively responds to your touch, however, pressing a soft kiss against your palm.

His eyes fix on yours, full of hope and anticipation, waiting for you to speak. You feel your guard dropping with his affection, leaning into his body. 

Jake pulls you closer as you lean into him, his arms wrapping fully around you. The tension in the air eases slightly as he holds you tight against his body, his heart racing against your chest. He takes a deep breath, his chin resting on the top of your head. "Please, just talk to me," he whispers into your hair, his voice gentle and desperate. 

“Jake…” you press your forehead against his shoulder, “I..” Jake feels your forehead press against his shoulder, and he holds you a little tighter, his arms encircling you like a protective veil.

"Please," he repeats, his voice barely a whisper, "tell me what you're thinking." He gently tucks a finger under your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes search yours, desperate for some kind of response. 

Your eyes glance to his lips, hands grasping his sides. “I, uh. I don’t know what to say,” your tongue flicks out to wet your lip. Jake's body tenses as he leans in towards you, his breath warm against your lips. He holds you tightly, his grip firm but gentle.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmurs, the corners of his lips barely brushing against yours, "Just... just let me show you." His eyes search yours, filled with a deep mixture of desire and vulnerability. Waiting for your response, for any sign that it's okay to proceed. 

“Jake..” you murmur, his breath hitches at the tone of your voice, the sound of his name on your lips sending a shiver down his spine. He leans in even closer, his lips mere millimeters from yours, his eyes locked on yours.

"Say it again," he whispers, his voice low and rough. "Say my name again." you shake your head in response,  pressing your lips to his. Jake's heart stutters at the touch of your lips against his. He responds immediately, the tension between you snapping as he kisses you back.

He molds his body against yours, one hand gripping your hip to pull you tighter against his chest. The other hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He kisses you deeply, a thousand unsaid words translated through the contact. 

Your desire momentarily outweighs your grudge against him. Your resistance fades further as Jake's hand slides down your back, his touch igniting a fire within you. He caresses your body with a combination of firm desire and tender finesse, as if he's both demanding and reverent.

His hand cups your ass, his touch a combination of possessive and loving. He pulls you even closer, pressing your body fully against his, his tongue delving deeper into your mouth. He kisses you hungrily, his body craving more, but his hands remain gentle and careful. 

Jake pulls back from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours. Both of you gasp for air, chests heaving as you take a moment to catch your breath.

His eyes remain locked onto yours, a mix of desire, hope, and something else - something deeper - swirling within them. His hands remain on your body, his touch possessive but tender. He runs his thumb over your cheek, a soft gesture of affection. "Say something," he murmurs again, his voice gruff with need. 

“I think,” you take a deep breath, “I think I should leave Jake.” your hands fall from his sides. 

As you speak, as those words leave your lips, something flickers in Jake's eyes. Fear, regret, desperation, all battling for dominance within him. He feels your hands fall away from his sides and his own hands tighten slightly on your hips, as if reflexively trying to pull you back.

"Please, don't go." His voice is thick with emotion, his grip on you bordering on pleading. "Please." your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him in for another deep kiss. Your brain constantly fighting the way your body clings to him. 

As your lips meet in another deep kiss, Jake melts into your touch like a man starved. His hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against his body, his touch firm and possessive.

He kisses you hungrily, his tongue delving into your mouth, seeking connection and reassurance. His heartbeat thuds against your chest, his body reacting to your touch with a mix of need and desperation. 

He doesn't want to let you go. Not now. Jake's body presses even closer against yours, his leg slipping in between yours, creating a tantalizing friction as he wedges himself between your thighs.

His hands roam your body, his touch both rough and tender, a manifestation of the emotions he can't quite find words for. His mouth moves down your neck, his kisses becoming more insistent, more possessive, like a man marking his claim.

He needs you, and he's making it painfully clear. You moan softly, your head leaning to the side to give him better access. Jake's hands grip your hips as he kisses your neck, his lips tracing a path of fire along your skin. The sound of your soft moans only emboldens him, his own body responding to your noises in kind.

You feel him harden against you, a physical reminder of his desire for you. His kisses grow more intense, his teeth gently nipping at your skin as he tries to reign in his self-control. 

He wants more. He needs more. He growls against your skin, his hands moving under your shirt, his fingers tracing up your sides. He nips lightly at your collarbone, his own need growing with each sound that leaves your lips.

“Mm Jake,” you push against his chest, “Wait.” Jake's body stills as you push against his chest, his mind still clouded with desire. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes hazy and dark.

He tries to process what you're saying, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. He swallows hard, trying to control his racing heart. "Wait... what?" His voice is low and hoarse, his body still pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hip. 

“Take me home,” you murmur, intoxicated by his body on yours. Your lips press to his with hunger, arms wrapping around his neck. Jake's brain struggles to process your words, his body still caught in the haze of desire that surrounds you both. But as your lips brush against his again, the sound of your voice, filled with need, cuts through the fog.

He responds to your hunger with his own, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapping around your waist. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, his body pressed completely against yours.

When the kiss finally breaks, he rests his forehead against yours, his voice a ragged whisper. "Yes. Anything you want." you nod against his head, pulling him closer as you’re unwilling to let him go. 

Jake holds you tight as you nod, his arms encircling you possessively, not wanting to let you go either.

He takes a moment to compose himself, taking a deep breath and trying to gather his thoughts. But the feeling of you in his arms, the sound of your voice, the scent of your skin, they all cloud his mind and make it difficult to do anything but touch you.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, his voice low and rough. "We need to go." 

“Mhm,” your hands wander down his chest, to his lower abdomen, moving to his belt. “We really need to,” Your touch on his body sets his nerves on fire, his muscles tensing under your hands as you move them lower. The feel of your fingers on his belt sends a shiver down his spine, his breath hitching at the contact.

He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure, but your proximity and your touch make it difficult. He grips your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he tries to control himself. His voice, when he speaks, is a rough murmur. "Not here.”

You reluctantly pull away from him, handing him the keys from your pocket. Jake takes them from you, his fingers brushing against yours, the contact electric. He watches you pull away, his eyes following your movements closely.

He clenches the keys in his fist, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat in his veins. His body thrums with need, the need to touch you, to hold you, to *claim* you.

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "Lead the way." you slide into the passenger seat of your car, putting your address into the gps, restlessly waiting for him inside. Jake slides into the driver's seat beside you, his movements quick and urgent. The sight of you in the seat next to him, the knowledge that he's about to take you home, only serves to heighten his desire.

He starts the car, his hand gripping the gear shift tightly, his knuckles turning white. He glances over at you, taking in your restless demeanor, and a smirk crosses his lips. He knows exactly how affected you are, and it only makes his own need surge. Your hand falls to his lap as you squeeze your legs together in anticipation of what's to come. 

Jake's breath hitches as your hand lands on his lap, the touch sending a jolt through his body. He can tell how tightly you're holding yourself, how the anticipation is affecting you, and it only adds to his own desire.

His eyes flicker down to your hand on his lap, and he has to fight the urge to pull the car over and take you right then and there.

He keeps his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled. "We're almost there." His voice is hoarse, filled with tension. 

“Almost,” you whisper in response, moving your fingertips over his bulge, teasing his body. 

Your fingers brush over his erection, and he lets out a strangled gasp. His hand flies to yours, pressing your hand against him, as if trying to both stop you and encourage you at the same time.

He clenches his jaw, his body tensing at your touch. "Tease," he mutters through clenched teeth, his eyes darting from the road to you and back again. He groans, his body aching for release. You move closer, using your free hand to unbuckle his belt. 

You successfully remove his belt, fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Jake's breath catches in his throat as you move closer, your hands working on removing his pants. His body tenses, both in anticipation and because he's trying to focus on driving.

He bites back another curse as you unbutton and unzip his pants, his eyes flickering between the road and your hands. He grips the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles white with tension. "We're almost there," he repeats, his voice strained. "Just... just hold on a little longer." 

“Fifteen more minutes,” you groan, hand sliding into his pants. Jake's body jerks at your touch, his hips lifting involuntarily, seeking more of your touch. He lets out a low, ragged groan, struggling to keep his focus on the road.

He looks at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Fifteen minutes," he repeats in agreement, his voice gravelly and rough, "that's it. I can last fifteen minutes." He reaches down, his hand covering yours, but not pushing you away, his touch firm and possessive. 

“Mm, but I can’t.” you murmur as you free him from his boxers, his erection standing straight up. Your words and your touch send a shiver down Jake's spine, his body responding to your every move. 

He closes his eyes for a moment, your touch like fire to his skin, the air in the car suddenly thick. "Jesus," he breathes, his head falling back, "you're going to make me crash."

As you stroke him gently, Jake's eyes fly open, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "If you keep doing that, I'm not going to be able to drive," he warns, his voice strained with desire.

Ignoring Jake's warning, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his jaw, sending shivers down his spine. His body jolts with surprise and pleasure. Your hand continues to stroke him as your mouth moves closer to his erection, and with a strangled groan, he abruptly pulls the car over to the side of the road, the tires screeching against the pavement. 

His eyes lock onto yours, a mix of desire and alarm, but he says nothing as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, the heat of your mouth enveloping him. His hands fly to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as you begin to suck, the rhythm slow and tantalizing.

His hands grasp your shoulders, gently but firmly, and he pulls you away from his lap. "Wait, wee can't do this here," he says, his voice strained with need and concern. His eyes are dark with desire, but he's visibly fighting to regain control. "Not here, this wouldn’t be right." His words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the heavy panting of your breath and the pulsing of his erection against your hand. 

You reluctantly pull back, your own desire warring with the understanding in his gaze. "Let's go to your place," he suggests, his voice still thick with lust. "We can... talk things out properly there." He releases you, his hands dropping to the steering wheel as he takes several deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

He speeds to your place, rushing to get you inside. The tension in the car is palpable as Jake shifts it into park, his eyes never leaving yours. You both exit the vehicle, and he takes your hand in his, his touch surprisingly gentle given the fiery passion that had flared between you moments ago. As you enter your townhouse, the urgency from the car seems to dissipate slightly, allowing for a brief moment of awkwardness to settle in. 

You unlock the door and lead him inside, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the heat that still simmers between you. Once the door is closed, Jake turns to you, his gaze searching your face for any hint of regret or hesitation. Seeing none, he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that's both desperate and tender. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to erase the years of hurt and distance. His hands roam over your body, reacquainting themselves with your curves, and for a moment, it feels like no time has passed at all.

The kiss deepens, and Jake's hands move to the button of your pants, his fingers deftly undoing it and sliding the zipper down. You gasp into his mouth as he breaks the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he kneels before you. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. 

His gaze travels downward, taking in your wetness with a mix of hunger and awe. "Fuck," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, before pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, kissing and nipping the sensitive flesh as he moves closer to your center. His tongue traces the line of your pussy, eliciting a moan from deep within you. His hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as he kisses and licks you with purposeful strokes, the heat of his breath sending waves of pleasure through your body. 

You lean back, falling into the couch, your legs spreading wider, giving him full access to explore and taste you. The tension of the day dissipates as he worships your body, his mouth working magic on your clit, his hands exploring and caressing you as if trying to make up for lost time. The air is thick with the scent of arousal, the only sounds in the room your muffled moans and the wet sounds of his tongue against your skin. 

Jake's eyes meet yours again, and you can see the need in them, the raw desire that matches your own. You reach down, threading your fingers through his hair, urging him closer, whispering his name as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

As Jake continues to kiss and suck on your clit, you can't help but squirm against his mouth, the sensations building to an unbearable peak. You grab onto his shoulders for support, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. 

Suddenly, the dam breaks and you cum hard, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. He doesn't pull away, instead, he laps up every drop of your release, groaning with his own pleasure at the taste of you. 

As the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse onto the couch, panting and trembling, your eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze. He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face. "See, we can still get along," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. 

The sight of him standing there, looking so confident and desperate for more, makes your heart race. You can't deny the pull between you, the undeniable chemistry that's always been there. But as you look into his eyes, you know that this isn't just about sex. 

Jake's kisses slowly travel up your legs, turning from hungry to gentle pecks that make your skin tingle with sensitivity. His eyes never leave yours as he shifts his body, moving from his knees to the couch beside you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you can feel his heart racing in sync with your own. 

His other hand continues to trace patterns on your bare thigh, the softness of his touch a stark contrast to the fervor of moments ago. His eyes are filled with a tenderness that you never knew existed within him, and it's this that has your chest tightening with a mix of emotions. 

With trembling hands, Jake fumbles with his zipper, the metal teeth parting with a low hiss. His eyes never leave your face, the intensity of his gaze setting your skin alight. He swiftly pushes his pants down to his thighs, freeing his erection. It stands tall and proud, a testament to his desire. The room feels like it's closing in, the air thick with anticipation.

You pull him to you by his collar, kissing his lips hungrily. The fabric of his shirt is rough against your skin, but the heat of his body underneath is anything but. His tongue meets yours with an urgency that mirrors your own, your kisses deepening as his hand slides up your shirt, palming your breast. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as his thumb grazes your nipple.

He pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his thighs. He kisses you again, his tongue invading your mouth with a passion that leaves you breathless. You can feel him, hot and hard, pressing against your wetness, and it's all you can do to not grind down onto him immediately.

Jake's hands are everywhere, exploring the curves of your body as if he's worshiping a sacred relic. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin as he kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of soft, sucking marks that make you shiver with pleasure. His teeth graze your skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to leave a sting that makes your pulse race.

As your moans fill the quiet room, you can't help but move your hand to wrap around his erection. Your grip is firm, your strokes measured as you watch his face contort with pleasure. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back, and the noises he makes are pure, unadulterated ecstasy. You stroke him faster, your hand moving in a rhythm that matches the beat of your racing heart.

His hips buck upward, meeting your hand with each stroke, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. You can feel the tension in his body, the coiled spring of his muscles ready to snap. And when he's right there, on the precipice of climax, his head falls forward into the crook of your neck, his mouth finding your skin.

The feel of his needy moans against your flesh sends a shiver down your spine, your own body responding to the raw, primal sounds. You tighten your grip, your strokes becoming quicker, more erratic, your own breathing syncing with his. Each moan that escapes his lips is like a command, urging you to bring him over the edge.

His body tenses beneath you, his muscles tightening like a bowstring about to snap. And then it happens. With a guttural moan, he cums undone in your hand, his release hot and sticky as it coats your palm and fingers. His hips jerk upward, his cock pulsing in your grip as he rides out the waves of pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut, and his breath comes out in sharp gasps.

For a moment, there's silence, save for the sound of your own racing heart and his labored breathing. You sit there, still straddling him, watching him come down from the high of his orgasm. His chest is heaving, his eyes still closed as he savors the feeling.

You slide from his lap, relaxing into your couch as the weight of your actions crashes over you. You turn your back to him, biting your lip as you think about what to do next.

Jake watches you, his eyes tracing the curves of your body, still trying to regain his breath. He reaches out, his hand brushing against your arm, his touch gentle but insistent. "Look at me," he murmurs, his voice raspy and rough.

You turn to him with a breathy sigh, avoiding his gaze. Jake notices your averted eyes, his fingers moving to your chin, gently lifting it until you're forced to meet his gaze. 

"Don't look away," he whispers, his eyes searching yours. "I want to see you."

"Jake," you whisper his name, eyes softening at his expression. You knew it wasn’t a mistake, it couldn't be, not on your part. You've been in love with him your whole life, but what if it was all lust for him. 

Jake cups your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the lines of your cheekbones. He can see the mixture of emotions in your eyes - love, lust, fear, and regret. He gently shakes his head, his gaze intense.

“Jake, is this really what you wanted?” you take a deep breath, “Not just some game to you?” 

Jake watches you intently as you withdraw, his hands falling to your waist, his touch firm yet gentle. "This isn't a game to me," he says, his voice serious. "It never was." 

He pulls you closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've always wanted you, more than anything else," he continues, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "But I thought I lost my chance with you a long time ago." he presses a soft kiss to your chest. 

The tension in your body vanishes the second he speaks, you relax into his touch, audibly sighing. “Always?”

Jake smiles, his hands roaming your body as if trying to memorize every contour. "Always," he confirms, his voice a whisper. "Since we were kids." He pulls you onto his lap, cradling you against his chest. He can feel your tension melting away, replaced by an air of comfortable intimacy.

“You’re confusing,” you sigh, feeling his hands pulling you closer to him, his chin resting on top of your breasts. 

Jake chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. "I know," he replies, his arms encircling you possessively. "I've always had a habit of making you scratch your head, haven't I?"

He nuzzles his face against your chest, his tongue tracing a gentle line between your cleavage. "But that's nothing new," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I've always gotten a kick out of confusing you."

You gasp in response to his tongue, hands squeezing his shoulders. “Mm, fuck.” Jake feels your hands clenching his shoulders, and he grins against your skin, his tongue continuing to explore the valley between your breasts. 

"Language, princess," he teases, his voice laced with amusement. "You know how I feel about filthy mouths."His lips move up to your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. "Makes me want to shut you up."

“Are you going to be able to be professional at work?” your murmur, hands tangling in his hair as you force him to look at you.

Jake chuckles, his eyes meeting yours. "Are you kidding me?" he counters, his grin widening. "When have I ever been professional when it comes to you?"

He shakes his head, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other. "I've been trying to hide how I feel about you for years. Do you really think now that I've finally got you in my arms, I'm going to play it cool at work?"

“Jake,” you purse your lips at him, pressing a quick peck to his. “You know that I already have a problem with your coworkers…I don't want to make it worse.”

Jake lets out a groan of frustration, his hands moving to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. "I know, I know," he mutters, his lips returning to your neck. "But can you blame me for acting like a possessive jerk? You've got all those guys drooling over you, and it drives me insane."

“They only drool over me because of how form fitting my uniform is,” you reply sweetly, “Now imagine if they saw me in a bikini.” you whisper against his ear teasingly. 

Jake's grip on you tightens, his breath hitching at your words. "A bikini," he repeats, his voice dropping an octave. "Now that's a mental image I'll have trouble getting out of my head."

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his gaze dark with desire. "You like teasing me, don't you?" he accuses, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You know what that does to me."

“I think we need to take a beach trip one of these days,” you smile innocently.

Jake's hands continue to roam your body, his touch growing more possessive. "A beach trip?" he echoes, his mind already filling with images of you in a bikini. "That's a dangerous idea, princess."

He leans in, his lips moving to your ear. "But I like how you think," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

[hugemilkshake]

May I have friendship head canons for the Cheese Kingdom crew? What they'd be like as friends or what they'd like to do with y/n Cookie for fun? Thanks! :)

Enjoy the milkshake! I waited until the second part of the burning spice update to come out for this since we’d get smoked cheese

Also I was tempted to not put olive cookie here bc I don’t like her-

Golden Cheese Kingdom friendship Headcannons!

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese will be the type of friend to spoil you and give you gifts

She will make you go to a spa with her, don’t fight her on it

Your honestly her support system due to how far the other ancients are and the cookie kingdom are, it’s hard to connect with them

So you honestly are someone that Golden Cheese considers a great treasure

Golden Cheese will use her wings to cocoon you in warmth (even though the dessert is pretty warm already-)

Olive Cookie

Info dumping info dumping Info dumping info dumping Info dumping info dump-

She would love to tell you everything about archaeology (you occasionally get annoyed with this)

She will shut up if you get annoyed with her but she will be sad

Honestly if you have an interest your really passionate about she will listen to you as well

Do expect to be dragged out to the dessert for little research expeditions

Burnt Cheese

Burnt Cheese might not say much, but you can tell that he enjoys your company

Very much uses actions over words to express how much he cares about you

Tbh you will always get a free pass it I the kingdom, you never need to do any of the soul weighing stuff, your a homie.

You also get to pet the jackals whenever, if Burnt Cheese is cool with you, your cool with them

Mozzarella Cookie

Honestly she’s very chill. You could probably say the wildest shit and she will be like “okay go off✨”

Now she will place bets with you a lot, what can she say? She loves a good gamble

You will be taken to any sort of gladiator monster battle because those are fun right?

One of the less risky things she likes to do is to let you do her hair, it might not stay in whatever shape you make it but it’s calming

Smoked Cheese

Honestly it would take A LOT to befriend this man. He’s a little sus of outsiders ngl.

But once you befriend him, he’s quite loyal

If your not good with sarcasm then you will suffer, Smoked Cheese is VERY sarcastic to default

But in the end, Smoked Cheese can be a pretty good friend if you give him a chance

Fettuccine Cookie

Fettuccine Cookie can be quite curious so do bear with her

She also isn’t much of a talker, but she’ll gladly listen to you ramble for hours

She will try to give you gifts, most of the time they are handmade and honestly well made at that!

She’s just glad you are her friend :3

[jungkoode]

死 KKANGPAE | #05 死

† medical emergencies †

"There's something ironic about learning to stitch wounds while he's sitting there half-naked, making your heart do things that probably need medical attention. But hey, at least if you stab yourself with the needle, there's a doctor in the house."

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word count: 7,5k

rating: mature

content: V being a menace, worried Chaewon, slaps, stitching practice, getting to know the medical chief aka J-Hope, shirtless stormy men and sexual tension.

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DISCLAIMER TIME! I am not, in fact, a medical student. Shocking, I know. My knowledge of medical procedures comes entirely from watching too much House M.D. and falling down WebMD rabbit holes at 3 AM. So if any actual medical professionals are reading this... I am begging you to suspend your disbelief (；一_一)

I did spend like two hours researching stuff though! That counts for something, right? RIGHT? The things I do for accuracy, I swear. My browser history probably has me on several watch lists by now. Between this and the weapons research for chapter 3... Yeah, I'm definitely getting flagged somewhere (◎_◎;)

BUT ONTO THE GOOD STUFF! Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, please welcome our resident grumpy doctor to the stage! My love, my light, the medical chief himself - Jung Hoseok! What are we thinking? Because I'm lowkey living for his whole "I hate everyone but I'll still patch you up while cursing your existence" vibe.

Fun fact: I totally channeled my inner Dr. McCoy from Star Trek for his character. If you know, you know. And if you don't know... well, Spirk are my space parents and Bones is their bratty child. This is the hill I will die on. Do not @ me.

We've still got so many characters to properly introduce though! Remember that info dump in chapter 2? Yeah, we're gonna actually explore all of those personalities. Your girl's got PLANS.

Also, this chapter turned out way longer than expected but like... more content for you guys? You're welcome? I think? Look, my ADHD brain knows no word limits. It's either 500 words or 5000, there is no in between.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this one! Your comments fuel my questionable life choices and enable my caffeine addiction. Much love! (｡♥‿♥｡)

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You can't help but roll your eyes as V carries you through the castle like some damsel in distress. His confidence borders on cocky as he navigates the maze-like hallways, cradling you against his chest like you're made of glass. Which you're definitely not.

"Any chance we can skip this knight-in-shining-armor bit and just let me limp my way there?" You grumble, acutely aware of how your ankle throbs with each of his steps. "I promise I won't sue if I faceplant."

V's laugh rumbles through his chest. "And rob myself of playing the dashing hero? I don't think so, love."

His grin is infuriatingly charming as he spirals down another identical-looking hallway. The air smells like industrial cleaner and... cinnamon? You wrinkle your nose, trying to place that oddly familiar scent.

"You do know where you're going, right? Or should I start worrying that we're hopelessly lost?" Your tone is dry enough to kindle a fire as V makes yet another right turn. At this rate, you'll end up back where you started.

"I could navigate this place blindfolded," V assures you with a theatrical wink. "Just thought we'd enjoy the scenic route together."

"Scenic... sure." You emphasize each word with as much sarcasm as you can muster. But dammit, there's something about his playful banter that tugs at the corners of your mouth. You bite the inside of your cheek, determined not to give him the satisfaction of making you smile.

You shift slightly in V's arms, trying to find a position that doesn't make your ankle scream. Each movement is a lovely reminder of how you got into this mess in the first place. t̶h̶a̶n̶k̶s̶ ̶J̶e̶o̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶s̶s̶h̶o̶l̶e̶

The castle halls are alive with activity, but everything seems to pause as V carries you through. Other members stop and stare, probably wondering why one of the most dangerous men in Kkangpae is playing nurse. Their whispers follow you like shadows.

"If you're trying to show off your navigation skills, I should mention we've passed that painting three times now." You eye him skeptically.

"Bold of you to assume I'm trying to impress you." His grin never wavers. "Though I'm flattered you think I'd go to such lengths."

The silence that follows feels loaded. This little detour isn't just about getting you to medical—it's about something else. A game, maybe, or a message. With V, it's hard to tell where the performance ends and reality begins.

"So what's the real reason for the scenic route?" You can't help asking. It's weird how safe you feel in his arms, considering he could probably kill you fifteen different ways without breaking a sweat.

"Call it... building rapport." His voice drips honey-sweet mischief. "You're quite the talk of the castle these days. Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about."

A laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. There's something absurdly hilarious about being carried through the gang's headquarters by one of its most lethal members.

"Well, don't get too attached." The words come out lighter than intended. "This doesn't make us friends."

His chuckle vibrates through his chest. "Give it time." When his eyes meet yours, they're dancing with amusement. "Besides, isn't this more fun than limping alone?"

More members pass by, their stares lingering a bit too long. You know tomorrow the castle will be buzzing with gossip about this little parade, but somehow you can't bring yourself to care.

"Fun's one word for it." You crack a smile despite yourself. "But just so we're clear—I'm staying out of whatever's going on between you and Jeon."

Something dark flickers across his face at the mention of Jeon, his thorny aura constricting for just a second before relaxing again.

"Wouldn't expect anything else." There's actual respect in his voice now. "You've got a mind of your own. That's rare around here."

The infirmary door finally comes into view. This weird little moment of almost-friendship hangs in the air between you.

"End of the line." V announces with theatrical flair. "I must say, this has been delightfully entertaining."

The wooden barrier of the infirmary looms ahead, but V shows no signs of letting you down. Before you can voice your protest, he shifts you slightly to pull out his digital card, swiping it with practiced ease. The panel blinks green, and he sweeps through the door like he's making a grand entrance at a red carpet event.

You're starting to feel less like a patient and more like a prop in V's latest dramatic production.

"Not you again, V. Get out of here."

J-Hope doesn't even bother looking up from his paperwork, his voice dripping with the kind of exasperation that only comes from dealing with V's antics on a regular basis.

"But it's an emergency, Hobs!" V's pout is so exaggerated it should come with its own spotlight. "This young lady has been severely injured."

J-Hope finally turns around, giving you a quick once-over before fixing V with an unimpressed stare. "That's what you say every three business days."

"Ah, but this time it's different, I promise." V's grin could charm snakes, but J-Hope seems immune.

"And why exactly should I believe you?" He crosses his arms. "You know I only handle council cases and actual emergencies."

V sets you down on the nearest bed with surprising gentleness, his playful demeanor dimming just slightly. "I know, I know. But look at her ankle. It's swollen like a balloon. I couldn't just leave her hobbling around, could I?"

J-Hope sighs but steps closer to examine your injury. His touch is clinical and professional as he assesses the damage. "Fine. But this is the last time, V. You can't keep using the infirmary as your personal clinic for every damsel you distress."

"Damsel I distress?" V laughs, eyes dancing with mischief. "That's a new one. But I appreciate your assistance, Hobs. You're a true friend."

"Don't 'true friend' me." J-Hope rolls his eyes, gathering his medical supplies. "I'm only doing this because it's my job. And because she actually looks like she needs help, unlike your usual guests."

V lounges against a counter like he owns the place, watching J-Hope gather supplies. "Come on, give me some credit. I do bring real patients sometimes."

"Yeah, once every solar eclipse." J-Hope doesn't even look up from his medical kit. His earthy, sandalwood scent mixes with the sharp hospital smell of the infirmary.

V just shrugs, that playful grin still plastered on his face.

J-Hope finally turns to you, all business now. "Let's check that ankle." Then to V: "Get out."

"Think I'll stick around." V doesn't budge an inch. "Make sure she's in capable hands and all that."

"Right, because you're such an expert on medical care." J-Hope rolls his eyes. "Just admit you're bored and looking for entertainment."

V's laugh bounces off the sterile walls. "Maybe. Or maybe I just care deeply about my fellow gang members' wellbeing."

"Ignore him," J-Hope tells you, voice gentler than you expected from someone who looks perpetually done with everyone's shit. "This might hurt a bit."

You try to focus on J-Hope's treatment, but it's hard with V hovering nearby, his thorny aura filling the room. There's something almost fascinating about watching these two interact—like they can't stand each other but also can't help falling into this familiar pattern of bickering.

It hits you then, sitting on this hospital bed with one of the gang's most dangerous members playing guard dog while the chief medical officer patches you up—you've somehow stumbled right into the middle of Kkangpae's complicated web of relationships. And judging by the way V's still watching everything like a hawk, you're not getting untangled anytime soon.

The quiet of the infirmary shatters when the door slams open with enough force to make you jump. J-Hope doesn't even flinch—probably used to dramatic entrances by now.

Chaewon bursts in looking like she just ran a marathon, panic written all over her face. When she spots you on the bed with J-Hope working on your ankle and V lounging nearby, that panic turns to pure rage.

She doesn't say a word. Just marches straight up to V and slaps him so hard the sound echoes off the sterile walls. V, being V, doesn't even have the decency to look hurt. Just keeps grinning like this is all terribly amusing.

"Wow, you're feisty today, Chaechae." He rubs his cheek, still smiling. The nickname only seems to piss her off more.

"You absolute asshole." Chaewon's practically vibrating with anger. "I let you handle cross-training with my division for one day and someone gets hurt? What the hell, V?"

V throws his hands up, the picture of innocence. "Hey now, this one's not on me. Blame Jeon."

"Jeon?" She scoffs like the very idea is ridiculous. "Yeah, right."

You figure you should probably step in before Chaewon decides to slap V again. Not that he doesn't deserve it, but your division chief shouldn't have to deal with assault charges today.

"Actually..." You clear your throat. "It kind of was Jeon. I mean, technically it was my fault."

Everyone turns to stare at you. Even J-Hope pauses his ankle-wrapping to raise an eyebrow.

"I tried to ambush him," you explain, heat creeping up your neck. "There were these weird noises in the forest, then footsteps, and I thought maybe it was an enemy or something. Turned out to be Jeon. And then we found out it was all just V's paintball game."

Chaewon's anger dims a little as she looks at you, but when she turns back to V, there's still plenty of bite in her voice. "Paintball? Again? Are you actually five years old?"

"Guilty." V's grin gets wider, if that's even possible. "But you have to admit, it keeps things interesting around here."

"Can we focus on the actual patient?" J-Hope cuts through the tension, sounding like he's one dramatic moment away from throwing everyone out. "You can kill each other later, preferably not in my infirmary."

Chaewon's shoulders drop a little, but you can still see worry lines creasing her forehead as she moves closer to your bed. Her presence feels protective, almost maternal—which is weird considering she can't be that much older than you.

"You okay?" She asks softly, then shoots V a glare that could melt steel. "I should've known better than to let them handle cross-training. Especially those two."

V just keeps grinning like this is the most entertaining show he's watched all week. He steps back, giving Chaewon space, but you notice he doesn't actually leave. Probably hoping for more drama.

"It's fine," you try to sound reassuring. "Just a sprain. Could've happened to anyone."

Chaewon's face says she's not buying it. The look she gives you reminds you of when your mom knew you were lying about doing your homework. Meanwhile, V's just chilling against the wall, watching everything unfold like it's his personal Netflix series.

J-Hope works on your ankle in silence, occasionally muttering what sounds like curses under his breath. The infirmary fills with an awkward mix of Chaewon's worried sighs, J-Hope's grumpy instructions, and V's unhelpful commentary about proper ankle-wrapping technique that makes J-Hope's eye twitch.

"There." J-Hope finally sits back, your ankle wrapped tight in elastic bandage. "Nothing serious, but you need to rest. Keep it elevated above your heart, keep the compression on. Should be fine in a couple weeks."

Your stomach drops. "I'm sorry—did you say weeks?"

"If you're lucky." He stands up with a scoff that suggests he's seen way too many idiots ignore his advice. "Could be longer if you try to play hero."

You look at Chaewon, hoping she'll say something about how that timeline is ridiculous.

Two weeks of no training?

You'll be behind everyone else, t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ completely out of practice by the time you're healed.

"I can't just not train for two weeks." The words come out whiny, but you're desperate. Two weeks of doing nothing while everyone else gets stronger? No way.

"Hell fucking no." J-Hope's voice is definite as he digs through medical drawers. "I'm not dealing with Jeon 2.0. You either rest for two weeks or I'll make it two months."

"That's why he avoids this place like the plague." V's still lounging in the doorway like he owns it, looking way too amused by everything.

J-Hope slams a drawer shut. "God forbid that fucker lets me do my actual job." He finally finds what he's looking for—a small bottle of pills. "Here." He tosses them at you with surprising accuracy. "Ibuprofen. One every eight hours. Six if you're dying, which you won't be if you actually rest."

"But—"

"Two. Weeks." Each word comes out like a threat. "Unless you want to become my permanent resident." His scowl could curdle milk. "And you—" He rounds on V, who's still grinning like this is the best entertainment he's had all day. "Get that bastard in here. His check-up's three months late."

V actually laughs at that. "What makes you think I have any control over what Mr. Stick-up-his-ass does?"

"Maybe he'll show up just to spite you." J-Hope's voice is dry as dust.

"Your optimism is adorable."

"Well, hope is literally my name." A rare smirk crosses J-Hope's face before his signature frown returns. "And you owe me, you dramatic little shit."

"As you wish, oh great healer." V throws his hands up in mock surrender, laying the theatrics on thick. "Your humble servant shall attempt this impossible task."

You stare at the bottle of ibuprofen in your hands, turning it over and over like maybe if you fidget with it enough, the label will change from "two weeks rest" to something more bearable. The thought of being benched for that long makes your stomach twist.

Two weeks is forever in gang time. Everyone else will be getting stronger, better, more valuable, while you're stuck playing invalid. By the time you're back on your feet, you'll be so far behind it'll be like starting over.

"Hey." The bed dips as Chaewon sits beside you, her presence grounding and familiar. "I can see those wheels turning. Don't stress. We'll figure something out."

"Actually," J-Hope pipes up from where he's finally managed to shoo V out the door. "You've got cross-training with my division coming up anyway. Could knock that out while you're healing. We always need an extra pair of hands here, and it'll keep you from going stir-crazy."

"Seriously?" You glance between them, hardly daring to hope. Medical training sounds way better than two weeks of staring at your ceiling.

"Makes sense." Chaewon nods, and something in her tone makes you think she's already working out the details in her head. "We can reschedule your Assassination Division training too. They can do individual sessions to work around your injury."

Wait.

Individual sessions? As in... one-on-one training? With V?

With Jeon?

Your brain short-circuits for a second before logic kicks back in. Cross-training exists for a reason—coordination between divisions is crucial in this life-or-death world you've chosen. One wrong move, one miscommunication, and people end up dead. If private lessons are what it takes to stay in the game, then t̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶r̶r̶i̶f̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ that's what you'll do.

"Okay." Your voice comes out smaller than intended, but you mean it.

"Good." J-Hope shoves his hands in his pockets, already looking done with this conversation. "See you tomorrow before lunch then."

"See you tomorrow, chief." You manage a smile, even as your mind races with possibilities—both exciting and terrifying—of what these next two weeks might bring.

Chaewon insists on wheeling you back to your room herself. The halls feel longer from wheelchair height, and her silence as she pushes you isn't helping. You can practically hear the gears turning in her head, probably already reworking training schedules around your stupid ankle.

She swipes her card at the elevator before you can even reach for yours. The ride up is quiet except for the soft hum of machinery and your own thoughts about how spectacularly you managed to mess up your first cross-training session.

The elevator dings open to your division's floor, and immediately you hear laughter spilling out from the lounge. Eunchae and Sakura are sprawled across the couch, but their smiles fade as soon as they spot you rolling in like some kind of injury parade.

"Holy shit, what happened?" Eunchae practically teleports to your side, crouching next to the wheelchair with wide eyes.

"Yeah, we heard all this commotion earlier but then you just... vanished." Sakura hovers nearby, her gaze bouncing between your wrapped ankle and your face like she's trying to piece together what went wrong.

You let out a long breath. "So... funny story. I tried to ambush Jeon during V's paintball game because I thought he was an enemy infiltrator or something."

"Oh no." Sakura's face does this thing where she's trying not to wince but totally failing.

"What the hell?" Eunchae's protective side flares up immediately. "Did that asshole body slam you or something?"

"Actually, no." You can't help but laugh at how ridiculous it all sounds now. "He just... countered me. Really easily. I'm the one who fucked up my landing."

"That's rough, buddy." Eunchae squeezes your shoulder, and you're grateful for how normal she's making this feel. "We played it smart—just hid behind trees and watched everyone else lose their minds."

"Yeah, except someone turned out to be weirdly good with a paintball gun." Eunchae nudges Sakura with her elbow. "Better watch out, Jeon. You've got competition."

Quick footsteps in the hallway make you look up. Yunjin bursts into the lounge like she's being chased, pink hair flying everywhere, face flushed.

"I heard voices and—oh my god, are you okay?" The words tumble out of her in a rush. "I couldn't find you after all that shooting started and I got so worried and—"

"Just a sprained ankle," you cut off her spiral with what you hope is a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, really."

Her shoulders drop a little, but she's still hovering like a concerned mother hen. "I got you dinner from the cafeteria. Figured you might be hungry after... everything."

The gesture makes something warm bloom in your chest. "Thanks, Yun. You're the best."

Chaewon clears her throat, reminding everyone she's still here. "Alright, enough chit-chat. Time to get you to bed. Doctor's orders."

Your little entourage follows as Chaewon wheels you to your room—Yunjin with the food tray balanced carefully in her hands, Eunchae and Sakura trailing behind like excited puppies. The scene would almost be funny if your ankle wasn't throbbing with every tiny bump in the floor.

Once you're settled in bed (after Yunjin fusses with your pillows for a solid minute), everyone finds spots to perch. The food smells amazing, and you realize you're actually starving.

"So what happened after I got taken out?" you ask between bites. "Did anyone else get ambushed by grumpy snipers?"

Sakura practically bounces in her seat. "Oh my god, you missed the best part! V did this insane action-movie roll thing when someone tried to corner him—"

"He looked like a deranged raccoon," Eunchae cuts in, making Yunjin snort water through her nose.

You lean back against your mountain of pillows (thanks, Yunjin), letting their chatter and laughter wash over you. Your ankle still hurts like a bitch, and the thought of dealing with Jeon and V for the next two weeks makes you want to scream a little. But right now, surrounded by these idiots who somehow became your family...

Maybe it won't be completely terrible.

t̶e̶r̶r̶i̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶J̶e̶o̶n̶'̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ ̶p̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶

Morning hits different when your whole body feels like it's been run over by a truck. Between last night's paintball drama and your throbbing ankle, you sleep through your usual breakfast time. Not that there's much point in early rising when you're stuck playing invalid anyway.

By the time you make it to the cafeteria, the morning rush is long gone. Your beloved croissants are just a distant memory, replaced by sad-looking toast and a fried egg that's probably been sitting under the heat lamp for hours. You grab a cup of earl gray because there's no way in hell you're touching that brown water they call coffee at this hour.

At least Eunchae's still around. She's like Yunjin's louder, bolder evil twin—in the best way possible. While Yunjin's off somewhere being productive (thanks to that whole "new year, new me" thing), Eunchae's happy to keep you company, practically writing poetry about her breakfast sandwich. The girl takes her food seriously, and honestly? You respect that.

When breakfast's done, she insists on walking you to the infirmary. You've swapped the wheelchair for crutches because hobbling around on sticks somehow feels less pathetic than being rolled everywhere like some kind of injured parade float.

You slide your card at J-Hope's private wing, expecting rejection—his space is usually reserved for council members and people who are literally dying. But apparently he's added you to his VIP list because the scanner blinks green without hesitation.

J-Hope actually looks pleased when you walk in, which is weird enough to make you do a double-take. Then again, he probably doesn't get many patients who actually follow his instructions. Must be a nice change from dealing with gang leaders who think they're too important for basic medical care.

Eunchae gives you a warm wave and friendly nod before disappearing, leaving you alone with the medical chief. The quiet efficiency of his workspace and his focused presence makes everything feel weirdly... peaceful.

"Nice to see someone following orders for once," he mutters, not looking up from what appears to be a small mountain of paperwork.

"You didn't exactly make it optional." Your lips twitch into a crooked smile.

"Never do." He grunts, shuffling papers. "Some people are just too stubborn to live."

"Can't you pull rank on them? Being head of medicine and all?" The question slips out before you can stop it.

"Oh, I do. More than I'd like." His voice carries years of dealing with difficult patients. "In here, I'm god. They pull rank, I pull rank. Doesn't matter if you're the supreme leader of the universe—I'll uno reverse card your ass so fast your head will spin."

"Bet that goes over well with the big shots."

"Their faces are always priceless." He actually smirks, tapping a stack of papers into perfect alignment. "Now, ready to learn how to not kill people with medical supplies?"

"Born ready." You settle into a chair, trying not to look too eager. After all, how hard can it be?

The infirmary honestly feels very different from the rest of the castle—all sterile air and quiet efficiency. J-Hope moves around like he's performing some kind of medical ballet, laying out supplies with the kind of precision that makes you think he could probably do this in his sleep.

Which, you guess, he probably can.

"Alright, lesson one." He snaps on latex gloves. "Stitching wounds isn't like sewing clothes. You fuck up, get sloppy with cleanliness, and your patient gets an infection. In our line of work, that's not just inconvenient—it's deadly."

You pull on your own gloves, the latex clinging weird and tight to your fingers. J-Hope picks up a suture needle, holding it between you like he's showing off a prized possession.

"What about when we're in the middle of nowhere?" The question slips out before you can stop it. "You know, during missions when shit goes sideways?"

He sets the needle down, and something in his expression shifts. The overhead light catches the tired lines around his eyes—probably from years of patching up stubborn gang members at ungodly hours.

"Field medicine is different," he says, suddenly sounding more like a battle-hardened mentor than a cranky doctor. "Clean is still better, but sometimes you've got to choose between perfect and alive. When someone's bleeding out in some warehouse, you work with what you've got."

He grabs a bottle of disinfectant, tapping it with one finger. "This? This is your new best friend. Small enough to carry anywhere, strong enough to maybe keep someone from dying of infection in a pinch."

"What about stitches?" The question slips out before you can stop it. The thought of someone bleeding out because you don't know what you're doing makes your stomach turn.

J-Hope nods like he gets it. His usual grumpiness softens into something more teacher-like. "In the field? Use whatever you've got—fishing line, clean thread, even fibers from sterilized cloth. Main thing is getting that wound closed before they bleed out or it gets infected."

He lets that sink in for a moment, fiddling with something metallic between his fingers. For all his crankiness, there's something reassuring about how seriously he takes this stuff.

"But the second—and I mean second—you're back, you bring them to me." His voice goes hard again. "This isn't permanent fixing, it's just keeping them alive until they reach actual medical care."

He holds up what looks like a weirdly curved needle. "This is what we use for stitching. Curved makes it easier to control, especially for beginners." His fingers dance over different types of thread. "Absorbable sutures for internal wounds, non-absorbable for surface cuts."

"Yeah, that means absolutely nothing to me."

The corner of his mouth twitches. "Right. Let's dumb it down." He reaches for what looks like a small medical kit. "In the field, you won't have time to play doctor. Your emergency kit will have basic curved needles and non-absorbable thread. Simple, reliable, gets the job done."

"And the other kind? The absorbable ones?"

"Those are for surgery—internal stuff. They dissolve on their own." He waves vaguely at the door. "Out there? Stick to non-absorbable. Quick and dirty fixes until you can get them proper help."

"So it's basically just... sewing someone up?" You try not to sound as skeptical as you feel.

"If you want to oversimplify it, sure." His dark eyes lock onto yours, dead serious. "But this isn't patching up your favorite jeans. You've got to line everything up right, make it tight enough to hold but not so tight it causes damage. And for fuck's sake, keep everything as clean as humanly possible."

You nod along, trying to picture yourself actually doing this in the field. The thought of having someone's life literally in your hands makes your stomach do weird flips.

"What about really bad wounds?" The question slips out before you can stop yourself. "Like, really bad."

J-Hope's hands pause over his supplies. Something in his expression shifts, and suddenly you remember he's probably seen exactly what you're imagining.

"Then your priority is keeping them alive long enough to get to me." His voice goes flat, professional. "Stop the bleeding first. Stabilize what you can. Stitches won't mean shit if they bleed out before you finish the first one." He looks you dead in the eye. "I'm good at what I do, but I can't bring back the dead."

The words hit harder than you expected. It's easy to forget sometimes, working in Seduction, that this isn't just some elaborate roleplay. People actually die in this life.

You watch as J-Hope threads the needle easily, his movements quick and precise. When he turns to what looks like a piece of fake skin, you try not to think too hard about where it came from or why it looks so... realistic.

"Pay attention now." He positions the needle above the practice pad. "Basic interrupted suture—it's your best friend in the field. Simple, reliable, gets the job done."

The way he handles the needle is almost mesmerizing. Each movement flows into the next like he's done this a million times before. Which, considering his job, he probably has. The stitches line up perfectly, neat little soldiers in a row.

"The key is entering at a 90-degree angle," he explains, demonstrating another perfect stitch. "Too shallow, it won't hold. Too deep, you cause more damage."

You lean closer, fascinated despite yourself. It's kind of beautiful, in a morbid way. Like some deadly form of embroidery.

"Your turn." He holds out the needle, and suddenly this doesn't seem so fascinating anymore. "Time to see if you've been paying attention."

Your hand definitely doesn't shake when you take it. Not even a little. And if it does? Well, that's between you and whatever poor bastard ends up needing your stitches someday.

You take a deep breath and try to copy J-Hope's movements. Your hands aren't nearly as steady as his, but he guides you with surprising patience, adjusting your grip here and the angle there. For someone so cranky, he's turning out to be a pretty decent teacher.

"Not completely terrible for a first try." The words sound almost like praise coming from him. "This kind of skill? Could mean the difference between life and death out there."

A soft beep cuts through the quiet, followed by the infirmary door swinging open.

Cool air rushes in, making goosebumps rise on your arms.

You don't need to look to know who it is—there's only one person whose presence makes the air feel this heavy, like the moment before rain.

Jeon walks in, all dark clothes and darker mood. His eyes find yours first, something unreadable flickering across his face before he turns to J-Hope.

"Looks like V didn't hold back," J-Hope says with a smirk.

Jeon just grunts, which seems to be his default response to everything.

"Sit." J-Hope points to a nearby chair like he's commanding a particularly stubborn dog. "I'll deal with you in a minute."

You try not to stare as Jeon drops into the chair, but it's hard to ignore how he fills up the space. Everything about him radiates tension—from the set of his jaw to the way his fingers tap against his thigh. The guy looks about as comfortable as a cat in water.

The contrast between them is almost funny—J-Hope moving around with his usual efficient calm while Jeon sits there emanating pure "don't touch me" energy. You catch a whiff of pine and mint when he shifts, and something in your chest does this weird little flip that you choose to ignore.

You try to focus on your suturing practice, but your eyes keep drifting to Jeon. It's weird seeing him like this—quiet, still, almost t̶a̶m̶e̶ docile. The great Chief of Tactical Assassinations, reduced to sitting in a medical chair waiting for J-Hope like some kind of obedient schoolboy.

He looks... different here. Less like the intimidating force of nature who uses you as paintball bait, more like someone who really, really doesn't want to be at the doctor's. His knee bounces slightly—probably the only sign he'll allow of his discomfort.

The door clicks shut behind J-Hope, and suddenly you're very aware that you're alone with Jeon. The silence feels heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of medical supplies and his measured breathing.

You force yourself to concentrate on the needle in your hand. These stitches aren't going to practice themselves, and the last thing you need is to look incompetent in front of him. But it's hard to focus when you can feel him there.

It's just so strange seeing him hold himself back like this. Usually his presence fills any room he's in, but now he seems almost... contained. Like he's trying to make himself smaller, less noticeable.

It doesn't work though—you're still hyper-aware of every tiny movement he makes.

The silence stretches until it feels like another person in the room. You've never been good with awkward silences, but starting a conversation with Jeon feels about as appealing as pulling teeth. Besides, what would you even say?

Thanks for using me as bait earlier, that was super fun?

"How's the ankle?"

His voice catches you off guard—low and quiet, missing that sharp edge he usually carries. For a second, you're not sure if you imagined it.

"It's... getting better," you manage, your voice too loud in the quiet room. "J-Hope knows what he's doing."

The corner of Jeon's mouth twitches up, and for a second he looks almost human. "Yeah, give that man a white coat and suddenly he thinks he runs the place."

There's this weird undertone of respect when he says it though. Like maybe he actually appreciates having someone who isn't afraid to boss him around. You get it —there's something weirdly comforting about J-Hope's no-nonsense attitude, even when he's being a grumpy dictator about your ankle.

"He definitely doesn't take shit from anyone." You find yourself smiling a little, because it's true. Even the mighty Jeon has to sit and wait his turn in here.

Something flickers across his face and he looks away quickly, like he just remembered he's supposed to be an intimidating gang leader, not someone who makes small talk about cranky doctors.

You go back to your stitching, trying to focus on the fake skin instead of how weird it feels to have an almost normal conversation with him. The silence creeps back in, but it's different now. Less like you're both waiting for the other to attack, more like... well, like two people just waiting for the doctor.

You try to focus on your stitching practice, but something feels off. There's a rustle that doesn't quite fit with the usual infirmary sounds—too careful, too measured.

When you glance up, you catch Jeon staring at... a pastry bag? One that definitely wasn't there when he first walked in. Or maybe it was and you were too distracted by his whole everything to notice.

He's looking down at it like it holds the secrets of the universe, brow furrowed in concentration. It's weird seeing the Chief of Tactical Assassinations, terror of rival gangs, looking almost t̶e̶r̶r̶i̶f̶i̶e̶d̶ uncertain about a paper bag.

What could possibly have the human hurricane so wrapped up in thought? The last time you saw him this intense, he was lining up a sniper shot. But now he's just... staring. At pastries.

Before you can ponder this mystery further, J-Hope bursts back in, arms loaded with enough medical supplies to patch up a small army. The sudden entrance makes Jeon flinch—just barely, but you catch it. His eyes snap up like he's been caught doing something wrong.

Then, in a move that feels almost panicked (if Jeon did panic, which he obviously doesn't), he thrusts the bag at J-Hope.

"For you." The words come out gruff and quick. His tattooed hand extends the bag like he's diffusing a bomb, gaze fixed somewhere over J-Hope's left shoulder.

J-Hope freezes mid-step, and honestly? Fair reaction. If this was V pulling something like this, it'd be normal—probably part of some elaborate prank. But Jeon? The same guy who treats medical check-ups like personal attacks? Bringing peace offerings?

"You know I don't even like croissants, right?" J-Hope stares at the bag like it might bite him. The disbelief in his voice makes you pause mid-stitch.

"It was the last one." Jeon crosses his arms, all defensive posture and clenched jaw.

J-Hope holds the pastry bag between two fingers like it's evidence in a crime scene. When he looks up at Jeon, his eyebrows disappear into his hairline. "What's the catch? Trying to bribe your way out of the physical?"

"What am I, V now?" Jeon's shrug carries enough attitude to fill the room. "No catch. Just thought I'd... you know." He waves vaguely at the bag, looking like every word physically pains him.

You focus very intently on your stitching practice, pretending you're not eavesdropping on whatever this weird interaction is. The silence stretches until J-Hope breaks it.

"Right..." He drags the word out like he's talking to a particularly suspicious child. "Since when do you do random acts of kindness?"

Something flickers across Jeon's face. His eyes meet yours for a split second, and your stomach does this weird flip that you choose to blame on hunger. The scent of pine gets stronger as his irritation builds.

"Since now, apparently." His voice could freeze hell over. "If you don't want it, give it to her. I don't give a shit."

J-Hope's eyebrows climb even higher as he turns to you, lips twitching. "Want a potentially poisoned croissant? I can test it first if you're feeling brave."

Your ears definitely perk up at the mention of croissant. After that sad excuse for breakfast this morning, you're practically going through withdrawal. The smell of butter and fresh pastry wafting from the bag is t̶o̶r̶t̶u̶r̶e̶ tempting.

"I'll risk it." You can't help but laugh a little. "Can't say no to a good croissant, even if it comes from suspicious sources."

Jeon's eyes find yours for a split second. Something colors his face—too quick to catch—before that familiar blank mask slides back into place. He doesn't say anything, but some of that rigid tension leaves his shoulders.

J-Hope passes you the bag, but his attention stays locked on Jeon like he's trying to solve a particularly frustrating puzzle. The pastry's still warm when you take it, and honestly? If it's poisoned, at least you'll die happy.

"Right then." J-Hope's voice goes stern. "Your turn, Mr. I-Can-Walk-It-Off. You're three months late for your check-up." He emphasizes each word like he's scolding a child. "Three months, Jeon."

Jeon responds with his signature grunt, finally hauling himself out of the chair. He moves to the medical bed a few meters away from you, and you can smell the pine notes slowly dissipating. Not that you're paying attention to how he smells. Obviously.

The infirmary suddenly feels smaller when Jeon steps into the medical bed area. There's something about the way he moves—all quiet power and deadly grace—that reminds you of his rank. Every single one of his steps looks calculated, like he's constantly ready for anything.

He shrugs off his leather jacket, and you try really hard not to stare. t̶r̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶k̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶d̶ The movement is unfairly fluid, drawing attention to arms that definitely come from years of training. The kind of definition that makes you think he could probably lift you without breaking a sweat. (You already know he can)

Your eyes drift to his hands—the same ones you've seen wrapped around coffee cups or handling weapons, but never really looked at before. The infirmary's harsh lighting makes the tattoos on his wrists pop, intricate designs disappearing under his black t-shirt like secrets waiting to be discovered. His fingers are long and elegant despite their strength, decorated with simple silver and black rings that somehow make them look even more dangerous.

He grabs the hem of his shirt and—oh.

Oh.

The movement is so casual it's almost offensive, the way he just strips off his shirt like it's nothing. Like he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to your blood pressure right now.

A tattoo catches your eye, peeking above his waistband. "Devil never sleeps" inked in bold letters right above the waistband of his pants, and suddenly you're very interested in what that might mean. t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶l̶a̶t̶e̶r̶

Your gaze definitely doesn't trail up his torso. You absolutely don't notice the thin silver chain you've never seen before, probably always hidden under that stupid leather jacket. And you certainly don't catalog how the muscles in his chest look strong but not bulky, or how his abs are defined but natural-looking, the kind that come from actual fighting instead of just gym sessions.

And for some stupid reason the pine scent comes back, stronger, and you realize you might be staring. But honestly? If he's going to just casually strip in front of you, he can deal with the consequences. You're only human, after all.

You try to focus on your stitching practice. Really, you do. But there's something magnetic about the way his scars and tattoos map stories across his skin. Each mark feels like a chapter you shouldn't want to read but can't help being curious about. It's not just that he's t̶o̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶ physically impressive—it's the way he wears his battle wounds like armor.

Jeon doesn't seem to notice or care about your wandering eyes. He carries himself with this casual confidence that suggests being shirtless in the infirmary is just another weekday for him. He shifts a bit, settling on the edge of the medical bed.

You snap your attention back to your suture pad so fast you nearly stab yourself with the needle. This is not the time to appreciate how the fluorescent lights catch on his silver chain, or how his muscles shift when he—nope. Absolutely not. Back to stitching.

J-Hope transforms before your eyes, seemingly possessed by professional focus. He grabs his stethoscope with ease, moving toward Jeon like he's approaching any other patient. Not a deadly gang leader who could probably kill someone with his a snap of his fingers.

"Let's check that heart of yours first, Jeon." The words come out clinical, detached.

Jeon just nods, and it's weird seeing him this... compliant. His stormy presence seems to settle into something quieter.

When the stethoscope touches Jeon's chest, the room goes so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You definitely don't notice how the metal disc sits right above one of his tattoos, or how his breathing stays perfectly steady despite the cold touch.

"Heart sounds good, strong and regular." J-Hope moves the stethoscope, all business.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes because of course his heart's perfect too.

Stupid, perfect Jeon with his stupid, perfect everything.

Jeon stares straight ahead at some fascinating spot on the wall, the perfect picture of indifference. His chest rises and falls steadily under J-Hope's stethoscope, and you definitely don't notice how the muscles shift with each breath. Nope. Not at all.

"Deep breaths," J-Hope instructs, all business.

Jeon complies without a word. The movement makes his chest expand more noticeably, and you suddenly find your suturing practice absolutely fascinating.

Super interesting, these fake stitches. Totally worth your complete attention.

Except it's not.

Your hands are going through the motions, but your mind keeps wandering. The needle weaves in and out mechanically while you try really hard not to think about the way the infirmary lights catch on Jeon's silver chain, or how his jaw clenches slightly when J-Hope's stethoscope touches a cold spot.

You feel like you're intruding on something private, which is stupid because it's just a medical exam. But there's something weirdly intimate about watching someone like Jeon—who's usually wrapped in leather and attitude—sitting here half-naked and compliant.

The needle slips.

"Shit—" The sharp sting makes you jump.

A bright red bead of blood wells up on your fingertip, because apparently you can't even do basic stitching when you're t̶o̶o̶ ̶b̶u̶s̶y̶ ̶o̶g̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ slightly distracted.

"You okay over there?" J-Hope looks up from his examination.

You're about to brush it off when you feel it—Jeon's eyes on you. The weight of his gaze hits like a physical thing, dark and heavy and way too knowing. Like he can tell exactly why you stabbed yourself, and t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶ that's... interesting.

There's something in that look—something that makes your skin prickle and your breath catch.

Is he annoyed? Amused? Or maybe...

He turns away before you can figure it out, but the heat lingers on your skin like a brand.

Jeon grabs his shirt and pulls it back on in one smooth motion. You try not to notice how the fabric clings slightly before settling into place, or how his hair gets messed up for just a second before he runs his fingers through it. Just like that, the mask slides back on—Chief of Tactical Assassinations restored, that glimpse of something more human safely locked away again.

Your finger throbs, a tiny punishment for letting yourself get distracted.

t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶n̶i̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ Real professional, getting caught staring like some rookie. In this life, distractions get people killed. Though usually not by sewing needles.

J-Hope's already moving around the room, putting away his supplies. He definitely catches you trying to hide your pricked finger, because suddenly he's there, slapping a band-aid on it with more force than strictly necessary.

"Pay attention next time," he grumbles, but there's something almost fond in how annoyed he sounds. "These needles aren't toys."

Jeon's already heading for the door, leather jacket back in place. He moves like someone who can't wait to put as much distance between himself and this medical checkup as possible.

Can't really blame him—you'd probably bolt too if you had to deal with J-Hope's judgment this early in the morning.

He pauses at the door though, just for a second. Those dark eyes find yours one last time, and something in your chest does this weird little thing that has nothing to do with the pine and mint scent he leaves behind.

Then he's gone, and you're left wondering what kind of storms are brewing behind those gloomy eyes.

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