#never leaned how to stop talking and she never should

[trainer-from-unova]

a good man

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ship: the void x pregnant!reader (x robert reynolds)

summary: void remembered the first time he talked to her about her pregnancy, telling her he didn't miss the news because she looked fatter, to which she just laughed and said "no shit sherlock" or where void is in love with you but you're pregnant with bob's babygirl

au: bob and void are different personalities

c/w: during time-skip, pregnancy, breastfeeding, light angst, domestic fluff, some humor, mentioned breeding kink, references to depression, jealousy, unrequited love but maybe not really (is open to your interpretation), soft the void, bittersweet open ending

a/n: english isn't my first language and feedback would be greatly appreciated, same with kudos on ao3 even if you read the drabble here

word count: 803

The morning was cloudy, and they were the only ones in the tower. Since she had become pregnant she had stopped going on missions so they spent more time together, either with Bob or with Void. This time it was the latter who was present, but his temper had long since mellowed, and, surprisingly, she wasn't afraid of him.

He wouldn't admit it, but this one fascinated him. While she was resting with her eyes closed in an armchair in front of the window he was in another armchair next to her, his neck turned in her direction, looking at her and her belly entering the last trimester of pregnancy. He remembered the first time he talked to her about it, telling her he didn't miss the news because she looked fatter, to which she just laughed and said "No shit Sherlock". He should hate her for how positive and cheerful she was, he should despise her because psychologically torturing Bob was harder now, but he couldn't, and he really tried. All he wanted was her attention, the same attention he gave Bob, but he knew that, for many reasons, he would never get it. He was destined to be alone, unlike Bob who now had her and soon would have his daughter.

And even though he didn't want to be a father he would want to have gotten her pregnant himself — not just because it would mean having sex with her, but because it would be like marking her with a nine-month-long mark that everyone would see. Bob could be sleeping while he had control of the body, but Void was always present (though often silently observing) when Bob had control, and he knew very well what was going on in the depths of his mind, even if he wasn't aware of it. "Look at my girl, look how well I've filled her up." It made him sick.

But then a small whimper caught his attention, bringing him out of his thoughts. His gaze, which had been drooping in thought, refocused on her, who grimaced and put her hands to her belly.

"She's kicking me..." and after a short pause she decided to ask: "Do you want to touch it?"

The proposal surprised him, she knew he was Void and not Bob, but he accepted, getting up from the armchair where he was to approach her, leaning on the armrest with his left hand and leaning down. He put his right hand in front of her belly, uncertain where to put it, but she grabbed it with hers to indicate where she was feeling the kicks.

"She's going to be strong like you," he said, and it was probably the nicest, or rather, the least mean words he had ever said (in general and specifically to her) in his entire existence.

The baby's crying woke him and the woman lying next to him suddenly. Bob could be very clever when he wanted to be, leaving the problems to him so that he could sleep at ease.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..." she said, clearly still drowsy as she climbed out of the duvet to go over to the cot and take the child in her arms. He reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, not for himself but for her. "Sh, sh..." she whispered to her daughter as if she could understand her, not for fear of waking the others (since they were on another floor and the walls were thick) but for them.

"Bob is still asleep," he said as he watched her take off her shirt, knowing full well what her daughter wanted. She threw the shirt on the bed and then leaned over the cot, holding the child in her arms.

"Good for him," she replied nonchalantly as she dug her knees into the bed. "Let him do it while he can," she said as she sat cross-legged.

He watched her silently settle the child and wince as she bit her nipple for food, sucking in through her nose. She had a cold, and how could she not have a cold if she kept having to stand bare-chested in the middle of winter?

"...Come here," he said, tired but not because he had just woken up in the middle of the night.

He caught her eye, who looked away from her daughter for a second, and saw him settling in, spreading the duvet and his legs. She understood what he was proposing and awkwardly approached him, sitting between his legs, resting her back against his warm torso and her head on his shoulder as he covered her up.

"You're becoming a good man," she said as she felt him rest his cheek on her head.

"Don't insult me like that," he said, and she laughed tiredly.

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[fuyuthefoxwriter]

It started because Dash, of course, was talking trash about him in his oh so secret way of screaming about his across the hall

“Hah! As if Fenturd could even get a date, his two nerdy friends are already going together and nobody in this entire school would even look his way!” He and his friends laughed, it echoing as he walked away

Clutching the strap of his bag, Danny fought down the building rage to avoid his eyes glowing neon green

The worst part was that Dash was right. Sure he wasn’t bad looking, but with his reputation, nobody would dare go to prom with him.

His friends patted him on the back, trying to make him feel better by offering to all go together, but the idea of being their third wheel out won the argument

“Ill probably just skip, no point in going just to stand alone in the corner” he sighed as he sat down in the usual booth at Nasty Burger

Tucker jumped from his chair “Dude! You can’t just miss Senior Prom! I’m sure you can ask someone!”

Scoffing, he leaned forward and poked at his food “like who, nobody in school would ever consider me as a date”

“Why not someone not from school” Sam asked, pointing at him “there’s always a certain teenager CEO you have a crush on~”

The half ghosts face immediately turned red, his eyes widening “are you kidding? Tim Drake doesn’t even know who I am, why in the world would he accept going to prom with me?!”

“There’s no harm in asking” she shrugged, grinning when she could see him thinking about it

Tucker chimed in “the worst he could say is no.”

Eventually he groaned, face redder than the table, and pulled out his phone to shoot off a tweet

#MortemAstral:DanielFenton

Hey @TimDrakeOfficial the sky of the night is so very bright, but next to you is nothing, so I would be honored, if you came to Prom with me…?

Before he could second guess himself, he sent off the tweet and slammed his phone back on the table. Ancients, he just did that…

Sam and Tucker both laughed at the crimson blush on his face, coming up with a change of topic to distract him from the inevitable freak out of his actions

—

In Gotham, Tim had just got home after a ridiculously long meeting where he and Bruce got into a fight about how the new security system should be implemented

The way Bruce wanted it done was ridiculous because it could be easily manipulated by a number of even the D rank rouges, and the entire situation was stressing him out

So as an easy way to unwind, he collapsed on the couch in one of the less used lounge rooms and pulled out his computer to actually check out some random tweets

Most were his usual memes or science pages posting daily facts, but a specific tweet caught his eye. One, because they had specific ated him, and two, because their were so many likes that it was practically trending

Reading it, he snorted. A silly little compliment and an invitation to a Prom, he used to get these a lot, but after some pretty brutal denials (because he was a child) they stopped

Apparently this person didn’t know, and as he was about to do exactly that, he paused

He had never actually gone to prom, and frankly he was still pissed at Bruce…

Well, people did always say Spite was a hell of a motivator. So, instead he clicked on the persons profile and started scrolling.

Most of it was filled with Space facts and pictures of the stars, multiple reblogs of the official NASA account and others, but then he saw it. One of the only pictures of a person

It was a selfie of a teen at a concert, from a year ago based on the time stamp, but wow. Black fluffy hair and bright shiny blue eyes that looked like they glowed under the stage lights

He had freckles splattered across his face and he was sticking out his tongue to show off, what he assumed to be fake, fangs

His outfit was a classic rock concert attire, a band tee from what he thought was the band he was watching, a pair of ripped jeans, and the star of his outfit, a leather jacket

All together, the teen looked amazing, and funnily enough, a bit more his type than he’d like to admit. So he decided to say why not and reply

#TimDrakeOfficial:TimDrake

Replying to @MortemAstral

Though the sky in my home is cloudy and bleak, you’ve opened my eyes to the stars that you speak. When and where? ;)

Pressing post, he smiled to himself. Maybe this would be fun.

To be continued…

Prom Invite

Wanna know what would be funny.

DeadTired Prom story.

Like no really hear me out.

As a bet or a dare or just Danny deciding to shoot his shot, Danny asks Tim Drake-Wayne to Casper's High Senior Prom via social media. He honestly thinks it will NEVER happen because come on its the internet and stuff.

But what if, what if Tim whose had an argument with Bruce or something and wanting to have some normal fun again before he became CO-CEO of WE or Red Robin see's the @ Danny sent him and decides you know what.

WHY THE HECK NOT?!

Danny wasn't expecting the guy to show up on prom night to pick him.

[littlegochu]

Omg when are we getting part 3 of fwb??? I’m hookedddd

"just friends" part 3 │ jjk 18+

"no feelings. no promises. just a night that didn’t end when it should’ve."

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: friends with benefits, cold male lead, cold female lead

rating: 18+, smut

synopsis: we weren’t close. just mutuals. he was mia’s boyfriend’s friend — always quiet, always there, always looking like he didn’t care about anything. then we hooked up once. and then again. now it’s late-night texts, locked doors, and pretending not to look at each other during group hangouts. no feelings. no rules. just whatever this is. and yeah, maybe i’m in too deep — but if he is too, he’s not saying it either.

-

Leon’s apartment smells like tequila and vanilla candles and way too many people trying to make a goodbye feel fun.

I should’ve worn something boring. Something forgettable. Instead, I’m in a black dress that hugs in all the right places and a lip stain that says I don’t give a fuck even though I do. My hair’s up. My earrings sparkle. My stomach’s a little nauseous.

Because I know he’s here.

I know before I even see him. I can feel it.

The heat crawling up my neck. The buzz in my ribs. The memory of his hand gripping my waist like I was something worth breaking.

Mira opens the door for me, holding a half-empty red cup and smiling like she knows too much.

“You look hot,” she says, dragging me inside.

“I’m fine,” I reply.

She gives me a look. “I said hot, not emotionally stable.”

Touché.

The room is loud. Music thumping low. Fairy lights tangled above the windows like someone tried. The couch is full. Theo’s yelling something at Jimin about beer pong. Leon’s in the kitchen doing shots with two people I’ve never seen before.

And Jungkook?

Yeah. He’s here.

Sitting on the arm of the couch in black jeans and a dark tee, one silver ring on his finger, hair pushed back, jawline sharp enough to kill. He’s got a red cup in one hand and the expression of someone who doesn’t care about anything — but I know better.

His eyes flick to me once.

Just once.

Then back to the wall like I didn’t just walk in with bare shoulders and a nervous system ready to self-destruct.

Okay. Fine.

It’s fine.

I follow Mira to the kitchen, ignoring the twist in my stomach. We take shots with Jimin, who hugs me like it hasn’t been five days since graduation, and Theo tells me I smell good, which is nice until he adds, “Like a sexy fruit roll-up.”

I laugh too hard. Jungkook doesn’t.

Because yes — he heard it. Of course he did.

And now Theo won’t shut up.

He keeps finding ways to touch my arm, complimenting my earrings, making some joke about how we should go to Bali this summer even though I barely know his last name. Mira’s watching the whole thing like it’s her favorite drama. Jungkook? He hasn’t moved. Just sits on the couch, one arm slung across the back, drink half-finished, jaw tight. Still not looking at me.

But I feel it. The shift. The way he’s listening even when he’s not facing me.

Mira raises her brows once, silently, from across the kitchen island. I shrug.

What?

I’m not doing anything.

I am, though. I’m leaning into Theo’s space a little too much. Smiling a little too easy. Talking louder than I need to.

Because maybe if I flirt with someone else, I’ll stop feeling like I’m choking every time Jungkook breathes near me.

Spoiler: it doesn’t work.

And Mira knows it.

She claps her hands and announces we’re doing a game. Something stupid. Cards or charades or truth or drink, depending on how fast people are getting tipsy.

Everyone groans but gathers. Mira starts pointing. Pairing people up like she’s running a dating show.

“You and you. Jimin and Liv. Theo, sorry, you’re with Leon.”

Then she looks at me.

And then at him.

“Y/N and Jungkook.”

I freeze.

Jungkook doesn’t react. Not even a blink. Just lifts his drink again and downs what’s left.

I sit next to him.

The couch cushions shift. Our knees brush.

I don’t move.

Neither does he.

Mira deals out cards like she’s innocent.

I want to kill her.

-

The game moves fast — dumb dares, harmless truths. People laughing too loud, drinks sloshing, Leon doing a cartwheel in the hallway for no reason. Mira keeps throwing me glances across the circle, eyes bright with something too knowing. Jungkook’s thigh is still pressed against mine, and he hasn’t moved an inch. It’s like sitting next to a statue made of heat and tension.

Then it’s my turn.

“Truth or drink?” Mira asks, already smiling.

I narrow my eyes. “Truth.”

She tilts her head. “Who in this room would you hook up with, if you had to pick someone tonight?”

Groans and oooohs ripple through the room.

My cheeks flush instantly. Jungkook is right beside me, still and unreadable.

I lift my cup. Take a long sip. “Pass.”

Theo howls. “That means it’s someone here, though.” Theo laughs, leaning forward with way too much interest, like he already thinks it’s him. Like me not answering is some kind of coy invitation. His knee bumps mine again and I don’t think it’s an accident this time. Mira raises her brows at me from across the circle, her smirk saying: oh, you’ve really done it now.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word.

But he sets his empty cup on the floor and leans back against the couch like he’s already bored.

The game moves on. I laugh when I’m supposed to, sip my drink when I can’t think of anything clever, and try to ignore the way Theo keeps glancing at me like we’ve just shared something. We didn’t. But Jungkook hasn’t said a word. He hasn’t even looked at me. I pretend my heart isn’t still thudding like it’s trying to get out.

Later, I sneak away to the kitchen. Just to breathe.

I grab a glass of water, focus on the hum of the fridge, the scrape of a chair leg in the other room.

Then I feel him.

He walks in without a word.

Stands a few feet away. Arms crossed. Staring at the counter like I’m not there.

Then, finally, he speaks.

“You’re real friendly tonight.”

It’s not a question. It’s not playful.

Just cold.

I turn around slowly, glass still in hand. “It’s a party.”

He tilts his head, eyes dragging down then up like he’s taking stock of everything and finding it unimportant.

“Guess so.”

He walks out.

And leaves me standing there, throat tight, drink untouched, like I’m the one who wanted something more.

I don’t go back to the game.

I find Mira, hug her goodnight, slip out the door without saying a word to anyone else.

My phone buzzes halfway down the stairs.

[Jungkook]: You done with him yet?

I don’t answer.

I just keep walking.

-

The rooftop of Leon's dorm is colder than I expected.

It smells like the city — smoke, exhaust, summer sweat — and something faintly sweet from someone’s open balcony down the block. I lean on the railing, phone still in my hand, trying to breathe like a normal person. In. Out. Repeat.

I don’t know why I came up here. Just needed a second. Needed to not feel his voice in my head.

"You’re real friendly tonight."

Why did he say that? Why did it sound like he cared? Or worse — like he didn’t want to?

The wind brushes the back of my legs. My skin feels hot and cold all at once. I stare out at the streetlights, watching cars move like I’m not spiraling. Like I don’t want to throw my phone off this rooftop.

Because what even is this now? School’s over. We were supposed to be stress relief. A bad habit. Something to laugh about later.

But now it’s just… lingering.

Are we supposed to keep fucking? What happens when we don’t have finals or deadlines or shared buildings as an excuse? Are we still going to pretend like it’s casual?

I exhale slowly. Finally type out a reply.

[Me]: you done being weird yet?

I don’t hit send.

My thumb hovers over it.

And just as I’m about to press it, the groupchat lights up.

[UNI YEAR 4 – LET’S GOOO 🧨]: bro who is this girl w jung 😭😭

There’s a video. Blurry. But clear enough.

Jungkook. Sitting on the same couch from tonight. A girl beside him — new dress, long hair, laughing. She leans in. He says something low. She laughs harder. Her hand lands on his thigh.

I scoff.

Of course.

My stomach drops — not enough to be dramatic. Just enough to feel it. Just enough to remind me I’m an idiot.

I delete the draft. Tuck my phone in my bag. Walk down the stairs without looking back.

And I don’t text him back.

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part 4 here

[popcornpoppypop]

Spitfire - Chapter 2

Summary: Lena's life is in the balance. Everyone is blaming themselves. None more so than Dr. Abbot.

Warnings: Blood, Attempted suicide, talks of vomit.

A/N: Please take care of yourself. Let me know if I missed a warning, and if anyone would like to be added to taglist.

“I got a faint pulse!” Dr. King noted as everyone’s head shot up to look at the monitor, the EKG coming to life.

“Thank fuck.” Jack sighed.

“Give her another unit of type matched blood and call up to the ICU and make sure they have room for her. Dr. King you don’t leave her side until she is settled in the ICU.” Robby ordered as he followed Jack out of the trauma bay.

“You got her back?” Dana came running up.

“Yeah, she’s got a hell of a long road ahead but she’s still here.” Robby rubbed his eyes.

“I should have said something.” Jack sighed.

“Hey, you can’t blame yourself. You two watch over all of them and it’s not an easy job. There were no signs that she was here. She kept it quiet.” Dana rubbed his arm.

“But she was here! It was our job to watch and make sure she never got to this point!” Jack snapped. “We failed her, Dana. We failed and she almost died because of it!” Jack stormed off.

“He’s never going to forgive himself for this.” Dana sighed.

“Neither of us are.” Robby shook his head as he walked off. He didn’t have to wonder where Jack had fled to, the same place Robby wanted to be right then.

The brisk morning air hit Robby’s face and made the stray tears caught on his eyelashes fall down his cheeks, leaving icy trails.

Jack stood at the edge of the roof, his arms crossed tightly against his chest. He looked out over the city, all the people going about their lives as if nothing had happened. As if he didn’t almost lose one of his best friends.

“We’ll have to put her on medical leave for a while.” Robby cleared his throat.

“I shouldn’t have pushed her so hard.” Jack shook his head.

“You pushed her as hard as everyone else. Nothing you did caused this.” Robby leaned on the railing.

“I saw her cracking. I saw it.” Jack snapped. “I should have pushed her to talk. I let it be, I didn’t want to upset her. So fucking stupid.” He scoffed.

“We all thought she was handling it. Maybe she learned too much from me.” Robby sighed, his head falling.

“She deserved better.” Jack’s voice cracking.  Robby went to reply but his phone buzzed, knowing it was from the ED he answered.

“Okay, yeah. Wait, what!? How!? Should have taken her myself. Thanks, Dana.” Robby sighed as he hung up the phone, running a hand through his hair.

“What?” Jack huffed.

“She’s settled in the ICU. She woke up, delirious, tore the sutures from her arms.” Robby could feel it all crashing down around them.

“Jesus. I mean, how did they let that happen!?!” Jack snapped.

“they fixed it up, sedated her. She’s in soft restraints now. Apparently, she wouldn’t stop screaming.” Robby cleared his throat in an attempt to remain unemotional.

“Shit. Fuck!” He kicked the gravel in frustration.

“I’ll do my best to keep an eye on her today. You need to get some sleep.” Robby nodded.

“Fuck that. I’ll sleep tomorrow. She shouldn’t be alone. Her shitty mom isn’t going to show up anytime soon. I’ll sit with her. Make sure she’s taken care of and no one is dropping the ball again.” Jack growled as he went to leave.

“Jack. Jack!” Robby ran to catch up with him. “Be careful with her. Don’t put your shit on her.” Robby warned.

“I know. I’m not.” Jack said as he made his way to the ICU.

The eerie quiet of the ICU was such a jarring contrast to the constant barrage of noise in the ER. It made Jack’s hair stand on end. He walked up to the nurses station, asking where to find Lena. When he got to her room, he peered inside and saw her sedated, pale, her arms held down with soft restraints and wrapped with arm guards covering her wounds.

“Jesus, kid.” Jack choked on his words as he went to sit next to her.

“Oh. Sorry, Dr. Abbot.” A nurse came in holding a bag of fluids. “I’m just getting her next round ready.” She gave a tight smile.

“Your fine. Do what you need to.” Jack nodded. “Were you here when she came up?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What happened? Robby said that she was screaming?”

“Oh. Yes. We got her into her room and she started to wake up. She started screaming at us, before we could stop her she tore the sutures from her arms. We had to redo them.”  The nurse was clearly upset with having witnessed the event.

“What was she screaming?” Jack knew he’d regret knowing.

“She just kept screaming to let her go, let her…die. Though, at one point, she screamed she was worthless and we had better things to do than help her. She’s in a lot of pain.” The nurse shook her head.

“Yeah. I missed it.” Jack growled to himself.

“I’m not sure when her mother will be here, maybe that will help.” The nurse said.

“What? You called her mother?” Jack’s head shot up.

“We had to; she’s her emergency contact.” The nurse looked confused.

“Fuck. That won’t help. Her mom isn’t a great mother to say the least.” Jack sighed. He knew there wasn’t anything to do to stop it.

“Oh. I’ll try and let you know before she comes in. Maybe you can run interference.” The nurse said, typing something into her tablet.

“Thank you.” He nodded as she left. “How did I miss it all.” Jack put his hand on hers.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep. He had fought it for the better part of an hour. He didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep. The image of Lena covered in her own blood and pale, kept playing over and over. He was jolted awake by screams, blood curdling screams.

“Lena! Lena, you’re okay!” He jumped up and grabbed her arm, she was trying to rip her arms from the restraints.

“Let me go! Just let me go!” She sobbed, her voice raw and broken.

“Please, Lena! Calm down! It’s Jack! I’m here!” Lena looked up, her far-off gaze sharpened on his face.

“Jack? No, no, no, no! Please go! I can’t…I can’t…” She sobbed.

“Try and breathe, Kid. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” He told her. A nurse came running in, armed with a syringe.

“I have more sedation.”

“No! No. Just give her a second.” Jack put his hand up to stop the nurse.

“I just want to go. Please.” Lena’s voice was small and quiet now. It was somehow more heartbreaking than the screams.

“We’re okay.” Jack told the nurse. “Lena, you scared the shit out of us.” Jack sighed, his hand keeping a firm hold of hers. A mutual lifeline.

“I just…I don’t know.” She shook her head.

“Kid, you gotta let us in. Let me in. Someone, anyone. We can’t help you heal otherwise.” He tried to reason with her.

“I just keep failing. I fail them all.” The tears fell down her face silently.

“You don’t. You fight for them. You fight harder than anyone else.”

“It doesn’t make a difference. I’m never good enough. I’m not worth this effort.” Her words felt like a punch to gut. Jack nearly doubled over, she said them with such conviction.

“You're worth every effort.”

“Let me go. It’s easier.” Jack looked at her like she had just slapped him. He had said the same thing. He said it when his friend told him he had lost his foot. He said it when his wife found him on the floor of the bathroom, empty pill bottle in his hand. He said it when he sat crouched in the corner of her trauma room, covered in her blood and Robby tried to get him to be anywhere else.

“I can’t do that. It’s not easier, not for me. Not for Robby or Dana or Collins or Mel or any of us.” He looked away, the tears and effort to stop them hurting his eyes.

“Stop arguing with me.”

“No can do. We love you too damn much to let you go. To let this illness get the better of you.”

“No one loves me.” Lena sobbed.

“I know you think that right now. I know your past and the people in it made you feel that way. I’m not going to bull shit you. Never have, never will. You are loved, Kid.” Jack grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight.

“It’s too much.” She whispered, biting at her lip.

“I know. I know it is.” Jack sighed. He wanted to be better at this. He wanted to have the perfect words, magic words, that made her better. That’s not how it works, he knows that. He’s been here.

“You should go home.” She sniffled. The sedation was starting to let her be more cognizant, more her.

“I’m fine right here. You don’t give the orders, remember?” Jack attempted a smile, it couldn’t reach his eyes.

“You should sleep.” The copper taste of blood started to fill her mouth as she chewed a gash in her lip. Jack saw the trickle of blood in the corner of her mouth. He grabbed some square gauze and brought it to her lip.

“If you keep doing that, they’ll knock you out again and keep you that way.” He started.

“maybe I want that.” She couldn’t look at him.

“Yeah. I can see the appeal.” Jack tossed the gauze. “Lena, I’m a selfish bastard. I’m going to keep you on this fucking planet because you’re my friend and the thought of not having you here makes me want to vomit. If it’s tough love you need, I’ll make sure you got it. If you need me to be gentle, I’ll do that. But you’re not leaving us, not like this.” Jack crossed his arms as he stood at the end of her bed.

“You are a selfish bastard.” She spat. “Get out of my room.”

“No.”

“Get out of my room so I can sleep.” She rolled her eyes. Jack watched her for a moment, analyzing her.

“Okay. I’ll go for a bit. I’ll bring you something to eat when you wake up. Those nurses are going to keep a good eye on you though. Don’t try anything fucking stupid.” Jack warned as he left the room.

The elevator doors opened to the ER, the wave of chaos almost made Jack stumble back. He made his way to the hub, people kept stopping him to ask about Lena. He brushed them off with a simple “She’s fine.”

“Dr. Abbot, is she okay?” Mel came up to him. The concern in her eyes made his chest hurt.

“She’s okay. She’s got a lot of work to do.” Jack sighed.

“I wish I noticed the signs. I thought she was just tired.” She shook her head.

“Hey, you can’t blame yourself. Right? What she needs now is support. Just worry about that.” Jack patted her on the back and walked off.

“You think you’ll take your own advice anytime soon?” Dana asked as she walked up to him.

“Probably not.” He leaned on the counter, his head falling into his hands.

“ICU said they’ll move her to psych when there is space.” Robby informed them.

“So, never.” Jack huffed. “They called her mom.”

“Fuck sake, that girl has been through enough.” Dana put her tablet down and fell into her chair, the grief and frustration starting to mix and make her head hurt.

“Yeah. They’ll call when her mom shows up so we can run interference.” Jack rubbed his tired eyes.

“Brother, go get some sleep. We’ll be here, she can’t do anything upstairs anyway. She’ll keep for a while.” Robby patted him on the back.

“She learned too much from me.” Jack shook his head as he walked away.

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[gyurilla]

next mistake - i dont careee

synposis: sungho a star volleyball player, who is close to being benched for bad grades. and then you! yn. the top student, who he’s resented since high school, is assigned to tutor him. he makes her life chaotic—she makes him fall in love.

wc; 573

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you stood outside jaehyun’s classroom, your phone clutched in your hand.

he hadn’t told you where you two were going today. no text, no update, you knew it was going to be a short hang out before he had to dip for volleyball practice

you waited because it was jaehyun. and honestly? you didn’t really mind.

his class over, but yet he hadn’t showed you waited, didnt text him. just wait..

10 minutes passed, the door finally swung open.

and there he was.

jaehyun stepped out with a calm expression, hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hand through it all class. backpack slung over one shoulder. eyes scanning—until they landed on you.

“sorry, did you wait long?” he asked, voice low and casual like he didn’t just make your heart skip

you shook your head, trying not to smile too hard.

“you never told me where we’re going.”

he smirked, walking past you like he expected you to follow.

“i know.”

you blinked. “that’s it?”

“yup.”

“…you’re so annoying.”

“and yet you’re still here.”

you hated how he was right.

but you followed him anyway.

you didn’t know where jaehyun was taking you, but once you stopped in front of the small arcade tucked between a laundromat and a chicken shop, your eyes lit up.

“no way.”

he glanced at you, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“thought you’d like it”

“i love it,” you grinned, already stepping inside before he could say anything else.

the place was loud and chaotic in the best way—bright neon lights, the clack of tokens dropping, high schoolers who just finished their school day

“okay,” he said, trailing behind you as you scanned the rows of games. “what do you wanna lose at first?” he nudged your shoulder

you shot him a look.

“you’re funny”

jaehyun chuckled, heading toward the basketball hoops.

“let’s settle this then.”

“myung jae, you will lose!!” you said

as the timer started, you glanced over at him—eyes narrowed in fake concentration, tongue slightly poking out as he shot the ball.

he looked so unserious. so silly. so him.

then it was 20 seconds on the timer

jaehyun laughed as you barely missed your last shot, hands on his knees like it was the funniest thing ever.

“you were so close,” he teased.

“i was distracted” you huffed, but you were smiling.

it was too easy with him. too natural. the way he leaned close, the way he handed you tokens without a word, the way he kept looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

you liked being around him. more than you should.

but you couldn’t fall for him.

you just couldn’t.

not when he was sungho’s best friend.

not when sungho already looked at you like you were some kind of problem he couldn’t get rid of.

sungho, the reason you’d kept your head down around the team since the semester started. sungho, who already hated how his friends talked about you.

—

the hour flew by and before you knew it, jaehyun was checking the time on his phone, frowning just a little.

“i gotta go, practice.” he said, his voice low

of course.

jaehyun—the captain, the reliable one, the one who always had to show up for the team.

you nodded, trying not to look disappointed.

“oh i forgot, captain!” you teased a little

he chuckled, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“i’ll see you around, yn!”

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"Rekindled" - John Price x Divorcee mom of teens

Chapter 4 summary: Some time out of the house with the kids should be relaxing, right? Masterlist ✖︎ Ao3 Read this fic on Ao3 (priority uploads/chapter 5 out now) Playlist Previously

A full weekend off from work turned into a weekend at a lake house before Felicity could so much as blink.

Logan had spent the entire car ride staring out the window, his earphones in his ears, arms crossed over his chest. Toby was wearing out his thumbs on his Nintendo switch. Jackson was the only one who talked to her—not that it was for much other than school and “how much longer? Are we there yet?”

The car doors closing echoed across the lake, birds stirring at the foreign arrivals. Felicity stared up at the house in awe, mouth slightly agape.

“Didn’t exactly get around to the landscaping yesterday,” Price chuckled, cheeks flushed in the crisp morning air, “but everything’s cleaned up and in working order. I’ll show you around before I leave you to it, yeah?”

“This place is huge,” Jackson murmured just behind Felicity, eyes just as wide as hers.

The moment the front door was unlocked, the boys all rushed on ahead. Price called out after them, “there’s only three bedrooms, so one of you will have to share or take the couch!”

If anything, their footsteps sped up, thundering up the stairs. Felicity smothered her amusement behind a hand.

“So,” John began again, leaning against the front door, arms crossed as Felicity turned to face him, “what d’you think of the place?”

She scoffed a laugh, disbelieving that he’d need a second opinion when he already wore such a pleased look on his face, “its lovely John.” She ran a hand down the arm of a dark corduroy couch, a plush knit throw over the back. The pilling fabric spoke of use, raising a question and her brow, “did you used to live here?”

“A long, long time ago, yeah.” He ran a hand over his cheek, his beard. Perching on the arm of the seat, Felicity tried her best not to stare at his granite-hewn knuckles, riddled with scars she’d never noticed before. Builders’ hands. Life-saving hands. Hands with a story. “Moved to the suburbs round the same time as you, d’you remember? I was renovating and you—”

“And I told you off because Logan couldn’t sleep with the noise,” a hot flush rose to her cheeks at the memory, frowning up at him, “wow, has it really been that long?”

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She was one stubbed toe away from throwing all these damn boxes out into the street. Overwhelmed, overheated, and overtired, Felicity pulled her hair into a ponytail and ventured into the scarcely furnished living room where a pink-faced bundle wore a quivering pout and large glossy eyes, squirming in his cot. “Hi bubba,” she cooed, scooping him up right as he began to hiccup, “I know, I know. We’re gonna go tell that meathead to knock off right now, aren’t we? Yes we are!” With a little struggle, she maneuvered Logan into his carrier, facing her chest. These days it was the fastest way to get him to sleep, with a hand gently patting his bottom through the woven cloth.

It was hot, the middle of summer, and quite frankly, an ice bath sounded better than being outside for so much as ten seconds. Though, even inside with the air conditioner and an extra fan next to Logan’s cot, she was still gathering sweat under her boobs.

There was a lull in the power drill, or sander, or whatever the hell was making that damn noise, and Logan finally stopped his squirming, content to instead made tiny little squeaking noises as he was tucked safe against his mother’s chest. 

Marching around the fence which was well due for repair on her side—pulled down (hopefully for repair) on her neighbor’s side—she found the culprit out on the front porch—

Well, rather she found him waist-deep in the front porch, measuring something by the looks of it. 

At the sound of gravel crunching underfoot, the man looked up, squinting before he raised a hand to shield his eyes from the scorching sun high above them. “Uh, hi?”

“Hi, my name’s—” he suddenly hoisted himself up to his feet, triceps and back flexing fiercely under a generous coating of sweat. He tossed the measuring tape and pencil in his hands off to the side, landing thankfully on the carpet just inside his open front door. He was a mass of brawny, tan muscles, chest coated in trimmed hair. A tattoo across his right pec stamped two pairs of dates under a couple of swallows. Another tattoo sunk low on his waist, twisting with the jut of his v-line, nearly disappearing into the waistband of his boxers above his shorts, was a dark number six. Much like font of a sports jersey, she supposed. He cleared his throat and Felicity’s attention snapped back up to his face with a jolt. There was a small smile toying with the corners of his lips, amusement in his face, but his eyes had strayed to the bundle on her chest. “My name’s Felicity. We just moved in next door,” she said, pointing to her house needlessly.

His eyes followed the stretch of her arm, brows raising, “s’that so? Just you two?” He asked, nodding to the baby.

“Oh, no,” she huffed a small laugh, “no, my boyfriend is at work—”

“Boyfriend?”

Ah, there was the tone. She’d heard the same from the ladies from her mother’s church who’d just happened to be in the area when she’d visited her childhood home in the city. Her hackles raised instantly, the corners of her mouth setting in a downwards tilt.

“Yes. Look, I know it’s a lot of me to ask from you, but this renovation stuff you’ve got going on has made it really difficult for me to get Logan down for his naps, and—”

“What time are his naps?” he pulled a pen from his back pocket, holding it out to her, extending his bare inner forearm, “I’ll work around them when I’m home, if that’s better?” 

She’d prefer he didn’t do any more renovations at all and save her the headaches, but he was already being quite accommodating, so she couldn’t protest much further. So, she wrote down his naptimes (or at least when they were supposed to be) on his arm, ignoring how match-strikingly hot his skin was under her touch, ignoring the thick, torn-looking purplish scar across the rippling muscle on the back of his forearm. “Oh, I try to take him for walks before his last nap, so maybe you could get some work done then, since we’ll be away from the noise?”

His smile pushed at young crow’s feet either side of his eyes, “sounds perfect. Sorry ‘bout the noise—had no idea I was next door to such precious cargo.”

Felicity laughed, looking down at the boy bundled up against her, now blinking owlishly up at her, gummy and smiley for no reason other than the mere sight of her. “Can’t blame you if you didn’t know. Thank you for being so nice about this, just trying to catch up on all the sleep we can get these days,” she said, offering a smile up at the man, sweeping some fly away hair behind her ear before shifting Logan in his carrier, rearranging the cloth so that his head was tucked under the fold over her shoulder, simultaneously shielding him from the sun. He fell asleep in minutes whenever he was positioned like that, a hand patting him, her voice and heartbeat under his ear. 

“Not a problem,” he waved her off, “hey, if you ever need something fixed around your place, just give me a shout, yeah?”

“Oh, are you a repairman?”

“Nah, firefighter. But I’m good with my hands,” he grinned, brows wriggling.

She scoffed, a laugh escaping her despite herself, “wow. Just wow.”

His smile was as bright as the sun they stood sweating under, good-natured and teasing, “well, you could call the station, but I think you’d get a fine for a non-emergency call.”

“And what name am I supposed to shout, exactly?”

“Price, or John if you feel like it.”

Rolling her eyes she began backing up, shaking her head, though her smile was still lingering, “I’ll be sure to let my boyfriend know we have such a generous neighbor. Thanks Price.”

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“Guess it has,” John shrugged. “Time looks good on you,” he adds, his smile quick to bloom across his lips.

A snort of laughter escaped her, “smooth.”

“No, I’m serious, Effie. We should get coffee sometime.”

Her lips parted, eyebrows rising softly in surprise at the earnestness in his tone. “Oh. I didn’t think—”

“Hey, Mr. Price?” Jackson’s voice preceded his arrival downstairs, cutting off their conversation before it even got started. “Are you using this camera? It’s in really great condition; do you know what the film’s like?”

And just like that, John’s attention was elsewhere, but Felicity could still hear his words.

We should get coffee sometime.

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“I don’t think they’re gonna get married,” Toby said, startling Logan out of scrolling for different music. They’d been out on the lake for twenty minutes already, the boat hardly swaying with the wind, lines cast far away.

“What?”

Toby looked at him over his shoulder, “Dad and Kim. It’s not gonna work. Besides, she’s so annoying, right?”

Logan couldn’t believe what he was saying, “they’ve been together for like, two years. They’re getting married. Dad’s not coming back—fucking knocked her up—”

“No, he didn’t,” Toby bit out, glaring now at his brother, “she’s just—”

“Getting fat?” Logan laughed but it was all bite, dry and sardonic, “they’re a family now,” he murmured, “he’s not a part of ours.”

Thinking about it now, fishing was something they used to do. Him, Toby, and their dad, they used to make a day of it. Should’ve known he was useless when he was the one to fall in. At the time they’d laughed. Now, Logan had a bitter taste in his mouth when he remembered they were even related.

“But what about mom?”

Logan looked back out into the distance. Jackson was on the shoreline with his camera pointed right at them, rolling his eyes Logan stuck up his middle finger. The camera pointedly moved away to a nearby tree. He was talking to their mom, laughing about something. They were always talking, those two. “What about her?”

“She’s so…” he heard Toby shift, looking in the same direction as him. She waved at them, noticing their attention, and Toby waved back. “Different now.”

Across the lake, she sighed, raking a hand through her hair before heading back inside. Logan could see her looking around the place through the window. “She’s never here. That’s what’s different. Always fucking working—you know, we’re probably poor now.”

“What?”

“Just saying,” Logan shrugged, a mite of regret weighing on his shoulders. He probably shouldn’t have said that to him—they probably weren’t even broke…but what was he supposed to think when their mom was so strict with her money all of a sudden?

Toby sniffled, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his jacket, squinting back out over the lake. “I didn’t see you at lunch yesterday.”

“Lunch?”

“Yeah, you always sit with Trent and Nick in the cafeteria, but you weren’t there yesterday—”

“What, are you keeping tabs on me or some shit?”

“No! You just always sit at, like, the loudest table!”

Bristling, Logan decided to be petty, “d’you remember the trick Dad taught us for catching fish?”

“No.”

“It’s called shutting up.”

“Ha ha, fuck you.”

“I’m serious!”

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John left not long after getting Jackson set up with his old film camera, “give me a ring if you need anything, yeah?” he’d said, emphasis on “anything.” Then Toby and Logan left out on the lake not much longer after that. So, Felicity was left ashore with Jackson.

Her question-asking child.

“So…” he loitered in the kitchen, only looking up from the tiny dials of the camera for a second before looking down again, “what’s with you and him?”

“Me and who?” she laughed lightly, buttering up thick slices of bread, prepping for toasted sandwiches.

He looked up from the camera finally, brow raised, head tipped toward the door that had been shut for over an hour now, “Mr. Price.”

Felicity looked up at that, brows drawn low, “there’s nothing going on Jackson, seriously. He’s just a nice guy. A good friend. Lord knows I don’t have many of them,” she sighed, leaning her hip into the counter as she returned to her buttering.

“He is nice….really nice. Let us have his lake house for the weekend…” he dragged on his words, begging to be asked an exasperated, “what are you getting at?” by his mother. “I saw him hug you the other week. When Logan dented his car—”

“Logan didn’t—it wasn’t like that—” her face burned, gut churning that the feeling of the memory. Not entirely pleasant or miserable.

“Are you okay mom?”

Her smile felt too tight when she pulled it up in face of the question, nose wrinkling, “yeah, of course sweetheart. Why?”

Jackson shrugged, a weird little expression on his face, “just…I don’t know. I figured you’d be more upset.”

“…about?” her laugh tumbled out, a nervous, delicate thing, butter knife set down on the cutting board as she looked up at him.

“Kim being pregnant,” he shrugged again, “I mean, if you don’t care then I guess I don’t either but I just…it’s kind of weird, you know? Like…actually, it’s really weird. And she’s nice-ish, so I don’t want to say it’s gross, or that they’re gross—Dad and Kim, I mean. But like, if I think about it too long I kind of want to die a little, or throw up, I’m undecided—”

“She’s pregnant?” God, it felt like she’d just been gutted. A knife drawn across her stomach to let her soul fall and splatter on the tiles below.

Jackson blinked, eyes going wide, face falling, “you—you didn’t know?”

“No,” she blurted, heart in her throat, she blinked quickly, shaking her head, “no—no, it’s fine. That’s great,” her voice cracked, and she looked down at the food she was preparing, “really. Great. Good for them. They’re happy. I’m glad.”

“Shit—I didn’t—I thought he’d told you by now, I’m sorry.”

She waved him off with a hand, sniffling, nose staying wrinkled, a display of carelessness, “you have nothing to be sorry for Jackson. How—” she bit her lip, hesitating. Did she even want to know? She shouldn’t ask her own child— “how far along is she? D’you know?”

He pulled a face, gesturing with his hands, arms forming the shape of a circle in front of him, “maybe halfway? I’m not—I’m not sure.”

Oh.

“Mom?”

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I just—I’m gonna head upstairs, my slippers—my feet are cold,” she rambled, washing her hands robotically, eyes blurring by the second.

If he said anything more, she didn’t know. She just went upstairs, closed her bedroom door, and dropped her head into her hands, hiccupping sobs into a room that wasn’t her own, belonging to a man she didn’t know the first thing about.

What happened to the man she fell in love with? To the man she married? The father of her children?

She wasn’t sure what this feeling was, but it cut, twisted, buried itself deep in her chest. It just hurt. How was he still hurting her nearly three years after their marriage had fallen apart?

Was it made worse that he was still with the woman he’d chosen over them?

She stared down at her phone. When had she sat on the bed? When had she pulled up his contact? His face swirled in her vision, smile crooked, spoiled like milk now. She hated that photo, just days before she’d found them—she swiped out, picking a different number.

The phone rang once, twice, then— “Effie, hi sweetie!”

“Mom,” she croaked, sniffling, “mom, they’re having a baby.”

“What? No, really? That son of a bitch—“ all the brightness from her voice had dropped away.

“Y-yeah,” she sobbed, wiping her face with the cuffs of her sleeves. “Jackson just—just told me. He thought I knew already. It’s been m-months. Before he proposed. The boys all know and—and I didn’t.”

“Want me to come see you? Sounds like you need a good hug right about now. I miss you.”

Felicity sniffled, loud and snotty, utterly childish, “I’m—we’re not home. The neighbor let me and the boys use his lake house for the weekend. This was supposed to be fun,” she added, voice turning pitchy all over again, face screwing up. She hated falling apart like this for something she should already be over by now. She hated ruining good things.

“The neighbor? What was his name now,” she muttered, “Jonah—Johnathan! John, right? Oh, now he’s a good man. Hear about him all the way in the city, you know. He’s a bit of a big guy, right? That’s the one?”

Felicity huffed a laugh, her voice sounding thick and still awfully choked up. “Yeah,” she murmured, wiping her face again, “that sounds like him.”

“A lake house,” she hummed, “that’s very nice of him.”

Already rolling her eyes at the tone of voice, she dared ask, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just…it’s been a while now. Maybe testing the waters with this John is what you need! He sounds nice, respectable, so I already approve—”

“Noted,” Felicity mumbled drily.

But her mom kept going, not hearing (or ignoring) her, “you know the saying. To get over someone you have to—”

“MOM! That is so not where this conversation should be going. Look, I’m grateful that John did this, that he shared his space with us so we could get out and do stuff as a family but—but I just wish it didn’t take someone’s generosity for me to spend time with my own kids—to find out things about my own f—things I should’ve known.”

A soft sigh sounded through the phone, apologetic, “I got ahead of myself, sorry. I want you to be happy, you know. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you really happy—it’s been a while since I’ve seen you at all.”

“Wow, I feel so much better, thanks for that,” she mumbled, dragging a hand through the end of her ponytail, tugging on the dark curls.

Her mom laughed softly, “look, all I’m suggesting, is how about we cuss out the idiot over lunch some time soon? Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They hung up after another minute or two and Felicity pulled it together enough to go back downstairs to help Jackson—who’d taken up the mantle in her absence—finish making lunch.

The rest of the day hardly improved, Toby and Logan came in just as clouds were rolling in overhead, the first raindrops hitting the roof just seconds after they’d stepped inside. They hadn’t caught anything.

By the next morning, the rain was heavy and persistent, a grey haze outside the ever-blurry window, and they all decided to just go home after breakfast. At least the pancakes were pretty good. They blasted old CDs the entire way back—she tried not to remember the way Sam would croon along to some of the tracks and how she used to laugh and join in—until they pulled into their own driveway a whole twelve hours too early. Everyone got out, grabbing their things from the back and quickly darting up to the house to get out of the rain, shaking themselves out in the hallway like a group of wet dogs.

She gave John a ring after changing into dry clothes. The boys had all fallen back into their routines in a matter of minutes. The TV speakers thundered in the living room with artificial explosions from whatever game Toby was playing, Jackson was on the phone to someone, and Logan’s door was pulled shut.

“Hey Effie, everything all right down there?”

“Oh, we decided to call it quits,” she admitted, “had some rough news yesterday and that totally spoiled my mood, been tough going since but the morning drive was alright—rain didn’t help much either but we’re home safe. Thank you again for letting us stay there, it’s such a beautiful house John, honestly. The quiet must be so nice to escape to whenever you like.”

“Sorry to hear that sweetheart. You know, you can join me whenever you like. I meant it when I said you guys can go up whenever you like—not just the one trip.”

Her eyebrows rose, then furrowed, “is this some kind of ploy to get me to agree to get coffee with you?”

“Only if it’s working,” his grin mellowed the corners of his words, softening them through the phone, “…is it?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“It’s nice hearing your voice Effie, you should call me more often.”

“I’m going to revoke nickname privileges real soon.”

“Alright—alright,” he was laughing now, “goodbye.”

She rolled her eyes, something dangerous fluttering in her chest when she smiled to herself, offering a small, “bye John,” in return.

Catching sight of her smile in her phone’s reflection when she pulled it from her ear made her stomach drop. No, no, no.

Too soon.

…This was all obviously too soon.

Her mother has never been divorced, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

She did not need to sleep with John Price. It wouldn’t make her feel any better. It would make things worse—so much worse—they’re neighbors! Things never work out with neighbors; it’s a terrible idea bound for heartache.

“Ugh,” she groaned, palming her forehead. She needed a nap.

[brainrot-the-frog]

How (some of) the Jinzhou girls listen to you ramble

A/N: note that I only wrote about the girls that I actually know about-sorry in advance if I forgot your wife, there's a lot of them. Wrote this with gatorade and a dream (anyways what if I became a Wuwa writer lol)

WARNINGS: not proof read

CHARACTERS: Yangyang, Chixia, Baizhi, Jianxin, Jinhsi, Sanhua, Changli, Yinlin

『 YANGYANG 』 Yangyang is very attentive, almost to an unnerving degree. She isn't weirded out by eye contact so if you don't like it she will not pick up on it and just stares a hole through your head. Yangyang holds within herself a constant desire to be there for others, the comfort she gives and the attention you receive from her is a testament to that. She hums along to what you say before adding her own piece.

She's a rambler too though so buckle up and listen too!

"Your story about about that Impermanence Heron reminds me of a past story told to me by the Streams, see, even they are listening."

『 CHIXIA 』 Chixia is bustling with energy so you'll have to walk with her, arms linked together as you recount your latest interest, topic, what have you. She lets out the occasional, "uh huh!" "Wait who?" as she takes you around Jinzhou's markets, it's a win-win in Chixia's eyes, she gets to spend time with you and patrol her beloved city. It couldn't be more perfect.

"Let's go get something to eat and you can tell me about that book you're real into!"

『 BAIZHI 』 Good luck finding Baizhi outside of the academy, out of her office. Inside you sit near her desk as she works. Don't get the wrong idea, she's listening even if it seems like she isn't. Typing away as screens of wavelengths decorate the space in front of her. When you first stop speaking she halts the movement of her fingers on her laptop, she says nothing, she doesn't need to as you pick up where you left off. She resumes her typing. If you stop a second time, Baizhi only spares a side glance to you.

She isn't the expressive type, but never doubt that she is listening to you.

"And? What did you do after that?"

『 JIANXIN 』 Catching the sight of raindrops in the morning light, you sit with Jianxin on a bench overlooking Jinzhou's bridge, avoiding the rain under the shelter you two reside. You're talking to her about your latest interest, not knowing that the monk wishes for the rain to continue just a bit longer so she can hear your voice a bit longer. This is a selfish want, a desire she knows she should clear from her mind to maintain the clarity of her self.

Maybe just this once, she'll indulge, nodding at your words with a smile on her face.

"If I find anything during my travels that pertains to your interest, I'll be sure to get it for you!"

『 JINHSI 』 She somehow finds the time to let her focus stray from being the Magistrate, if only for a moment, to listen to you speak. You're ranting to her, this much she is certain. She doesn't interrupt, nodding along at your words. There remains that tinge of professionalism she always houses in her posture. But her eyes are warm. She needed this more than she will ever tell you.

She allows herself to lean forward, just a little bit, so you know that her time, both precious and seldom, is yours.

If only for just this moment.

"If we ever catch the time, I'd like to invite you out to the Jinzhou Theatre, it never fails to brighten my day. I hope it can brighten yours."

『 SANHUA 』 Sanhua doesn't know how she got herself in this predicament. She was ordered to tail you, to ensure your safety as you traverse the plains of Huanglong, a Tacet Discord was about to strike you from behind until Sanhua stepped in. Now? She's walking with you side to side as you recount to her your day and all the things that have caught your attention. She doesn't know what to do in this situation other than listen. She's stone faced, but really it's to hide her initial shame at having been caught.

She has to admit, the conversation is pleasant.

"Apologies, I promise I'm paying attention.. I'm just.. getting used to your silhouette."

『 CHANGLI 』 Changli's stare makes you feel as though you can't not speak to her about your latest findings. Rambling to Changli feels as though she's committing you to memory, documenting your gesticulations and the intake of breaths between subjects. She hums along to what you say as her forefinger traces the rim of her cup. The Weiqi board between the two of you momentarily forgotten. It's fine, Weiqi isn't the only way she can best understand you, no,

sometimes it's just listening. Watching.

"How did I know you were going to mention that story you like so much? Well, you just answered your own question did you not?"

『 YINLIN 』 Yinlin pushes down the glasses she was wearing and pins her eyes to yours, whether it makes you nervous or not, she will know. Zapstring sits on your lap as Yinlin flips to a new page on her book on Qipao, you have half the mind to think that she's taking notes on you. That, you won't get to know. She leans in as you speak, and you feel like you have to tell her everything.

You do.

"My, you lead an exciting life, don't you?"

[alaiasole]

🍸 welcome to solè’s bar🍸

tonight’s special: you’re pulling the itching prank on connie mid-relationship Q&A and he spirals (obviously)

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→ connie x black!reader

→ fluff | modern au | relationship banter, dramatic reactions, connie spiraling (as he should)

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you set up the camera on the counter, hitting record before walking over to connie. you’re both standing in the kitchen, matching pjs on looking a little too cute for your own good.

“okay, hey guys,” you smile into the camera. “today we’re gonna be answering some of y’all’s questions about our relationship.”

connie leans into frame. “yeah, and she better not lie,” he says, pointing at you with mock seriousness.

he reads the first question off his phone.

“who said ‘i love you’ first?”

you don’t even hesitate.

“he did.”

“i mean, what can i say?” connie shrugs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “i’m in love. just look at her.”

you twirl dramatically for the camera. connie just stands there cheesing like you hung the damn moon. he smacks your ass without thinking.

“goofy,” you mutter under your breath, grinning.

but inside?

you’re already plotting.

he has no idea what’s coming.

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“how did y’all meet?” you read off the next question.

“so we met through sasha,” connie starts, excited. “she introduced us at this party, right? i was tryna act cool but she—”

you quietly scratch between your legs. subtle. calculated.

he pauses, catches it, but keeps talking.

“—she came in lookin all cute, and i—”

you do it again. this time, way more exaggerated.

“are you good?” he asks, brow raised.

“it just itches,” you shrug, completely serious.

“continue answering the question,” you say, keeping a straight face.

he sighs and keeps talking. you scratch again harder this time.

he stops.

stares.

“what’s going on with you?”

“nothing, it just itches.”

you’re barely holding in your laughter.

“…it was that girls trip, huh.”

you blink. “connie, please. what are you trying to say?”

“did you cheat on me? you got burnt or something?”

your jaw drops.

“CONNIE—what?! i didn’t cheat!”

you burst out laughing, doubling over.

“okay but like you came back from jamaica two days ago, and now you itchin’? what else am i supposed to think?!”

“it was those guys by the rafts, huh?”

he squints.

“just be honest did you cheat?”

you’re wheezing now.

“it’s a prank,” you gasp, holding your stomach from laughing so hard.

he sighs. deep. betrayed.

“really? you had me thinking you cheated on me… in jamaica?”

he’s pouting. arms crossed. full dramatics unlocked.

“baby, i would never cheat on you,” you say, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek.

“you owe me after this.”

“owe you what?” you grin.

“end the video.”

“why?”

“end. the. video.”

“why?”

“man, stop playin’ with me—”

before you can blink, he lifts you over his shoulder.

“CONNIE!” you squeal, giggling as he walks off.

“i’m sorry!”

“nah, you about to be real sorry,” he mutters.

the camera is still rolling.

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[thebreadmantm]

Itty bitty cutie patootie baby girl bisexual I love you✨✨

I love you but you were so hard draw for no goddamn reason

[frogaroundandfindout]

You remember when dick was in space (for the first time with the new teen titans) because komand’r took Kory back and they needed to save her? And you remember how he understood it was a war they were fighting and that they needed to do what they had to in order to survive it? And how when Gar told him he needed to control Kory, dick wondered if he even should try to stop her from killing her sister? And how he literally killed to save her (there’s some deniability but he’s literally hitting them with lasers described as deadly right in the head)? I do.

[madamechrissy]

Fratboy! Sukuna

Pairings - Fratboy! Sukuna x Nerdy Brat! reader (my pairings are so extra LMAO)

Warnings - college AU, public play, fingering, oral ( f and m recieving) cum swallowing, rough sex, size kink, ass smacking, hair pulling, teasing, drinking, weed smoking, reader AND Kuna talking shit, Kuna whimpering, overall silly ass hcs with smut (this was a request for Kuna from Took you Like a Shot)

I should be working on my wips but instead have over 3k words of Sukuna smut <3 Now back to those lol!!

Fratboy! Sukuna was the king of this damn college, everyone knew him, whether it was as a friend, a hook up, crush or a rival. Running the frat with Suguru and Satoru, the three of them constantly had parties, and Sukuna was the best out of the three at beer pong by far. He's never lost a match in the three years of college, not once. So when he sees a nerdy little thing challenge him - a girl he's only seen with her head in a book passing by and maybe thought how pretty she was but - he scoffs, looking down at her. At you.

Fratboy! Sukuna has his crowd around him, so many girls fawn over him, one has his beer in her hand and gives him sip, one has his blunt lit, giving him hits. Another is holding his water bottle, all while he's in a ridiculous toga, that shows far too much of his toned, tatted physique. You try to ignore it as you adjust your own outfit, feeling ridiculous in it, but Sukuna couldn't stop thinking of how good that white dress looked on your skin, glinting under the lights. Dumb shit he shouldn't be thinking while high off his ass and lit, but it's there. 'What ya waiting for, brat, hmm? Scared I'll win?' He asks then across the table, with a big grin, and you glare up at him. 'No way, you'll see, it's all about math'

Fratboy! Sukuna bursts into laughter, and you itch to smack his arguably far too handsome face, while his girls all giggle around him. But Satoru comes over, murmuring in your ear then - 'he thinks you're hot, use it to your advantage' you gasp, looking at the white haired leader of the frat then. 'No way!?' He just smirks, and Sukuna scowls at you across the long beer pong table now. You sigh, there is so much Axe body spray and love spell, cigarette smoke and stale beer in the air, it's nice to inhale whatever fancy cologne Satoru wears for a moment. 'Distract him, pookie' you laugh softly, unbelieving when he runs back over to Sukuna, who bounces a ball right in your first cup.

Fratboy! Sukuna has said you're pretty many times but he didn't need Satoru to rat him out, he doesn't want to admit that he's shy around you. He's not shy around anyone, you're just an outlier, an annoyance really, leaning forward now and showing far too much of your pretty breasts in that dress, sinking a ball right into his cup then. Sukuna's cock starts throbbing from the look in your pretty eyes behind those glasses. 'Beginners luck, tch' he grumbles, you giggle a bit, sipping on your drink. 'Oh yeah? We'll see huh?' and you proceed to annihilate his ass at at, a girl taking down the 'big, bad Sukuna' like it's fucking nothing, making him angrier with every bounce.

Fratboy! Sukuna glares daggers at you across the crowded party, which many have gathered to watch the downfall of him, you have two of his cups left and he's only gotten one of yours, torn between wanting to fuck you right on this table and wanting to show you up for your little attitude. His red eyes glint then, he's so focused on how you look he's fucking up every throw, and now his friends are all making fun of him while you have the audacity to giggle. When you sink the last ball in, two boys from the frat lift you up on their shoulders, and you giggle, arms up in the air while he pouts, crossing his arms and looking away. 'She beat your ass bro-' Sukuna shoots a death glare at Suguru now, who's too high to care, laughing so hard he's almost snorting a long with Satoru. 'Oh fuck both of you. I'm just... off tonight or something'

Fratboy! Sukuna watches as you beat everyone at fucking beer pong, it's actually stupid how good you are. He ends up standing next to you, smoking on his blunt as he watches your technique, so close he can inhale whatever sweet scent you wear, filling his nostrils then and making his mouth itch to taste you. Do you taste as good as you smell? You look back then, lips parted as he's sniffing your neck without noticing what he's doing. 'Are you sniffing me, Sukuna?' he glares now, standing up and shaking his head. 'Tch, you wish, I just... y'know, I wanna make a bet with you' he can't admit that he absolutely was just sniffing you, no way. Your eyes light up the challenge. 'Oh, what bet?' you ask, tilting your head now, when he leans low, a hand brushing across your waist over thin cheap costume fabric, it's nothing to prevent his big hand from burning your skin.

Fratboy! Sukuna feels you trembling as he stands behind you now, his hard body against your back, and you try to focus, but he's fucking up your senses far more than any sips of beer you've had. 'I bet you can't stay quiet with my fingers in you. Ah, you nervous now, brat?' his whisper against your ear makes your cunt clench and throb with need, you look back at him with wide eyes, while he smirks at you, raising a thick brow, while his full lips are far too close. 'Oh yeah, what do I win if I can?' your ask shocks him, he assumed you'd be more... shy, but your challenge is all over your face, and you feel his hardness pressing against your back now, he wonders if you feel the precum leaking at the thought of touching you, pressing harder, your hands gripping the flimsy pong table. 'If you win, I'll drink that pussy up and have you cum all over my face,' you jerk when he touches you secretly, as if he's just hugging on you, but he's teasing your clit already, whispering - 'and if you win?'

Fratboy! Sukuna chuckles, pink locks falling just so over his arrogant brow, big ass grin with his straight white teeth glinting as he looks down at you. 'If I win, well...' he's whispering in your ear, making you tremble now, while you land another winning shot, and his typical girls look over jealously at the two of you, but he completely ignores them. 'You'll suck me till I cum, and you'll have to grind on my leg all fucking pathetic' you glare now at him, teeth clenching while he slips a finger under the slit of your gown, hidden firmly by your dress and the table. 'You're so arrogant, you wish I would. I'd make you whimper like a little bitch' Sukuna scowls deep now, at your fucking arrogance, but also... how dare you have done that to anyone but him!? The thought pisses him off irrationally. Makes him want to make sure your cunt remembers his shape and no one else's. 'Think you're so good at it, brat? Tch, we'll see.' You smile now, too pretty for him to focus, shaking your head. 'No, we'll see if you're any good at eating pussy'

Fratboy! Sukuna has clearly had you pegged all wrong, thinking you're some cute innocent thing when you have a mouth like that, wracking him with images of you on your knees, lips wrapped around his tip, when he finds you under your panties. He hardly holds back his moan, feeling your slick cunt pouring against his fingers. 'If you make noise, don't you lose?' you whisper, he smirks at you then, finding your clit and watching your eyes flutter shut, feeling her twitch under his fingertips. 'Focus on that game huh? before you lose' you clench your teeth again, hips shifting as wetness pours out, Sukuna casually sips his beer as if he's not rolling perfect patterns on your little twitchy clit, and you throw another ball as if you're not dying to grind against that hard cock pressing insistently.

Fratboy! Sukuna has met his match at beer pong, but he hears your soft whimper when he teases a kiss on your bare shoulder, running his fingers up and down your slit, and that sharp intake of breath as he feels your tight cunt gripping as he slides a thick digit in. 'You doin' okay, brat? so fuckin wet from some touches?' you glare again but it's interrupted by the squelching sound of your wetness in both of your ears and your gasp, which you bite back before shaking your head. 'I'm good' is all you manage, hearing his chuckle, when he inserts another finger, stretching you out. You thank God for loud ass music and laughter, or you swear your cunt was so loud people would hear. 'greedy cunt, she wants more, huh?' you say nothing, focusing on the cups, missing your ball then, frustrated and overheated, Sukuna watches the blush dance on your cheeks as his fingers curl up in your soppy little hole. 'Aw, poor baby is fucking up her shots'

Fratboy! Sukuna would love to lose to you, to bury his face in the soaking cunt drooling down his fingers, but part of him also wants to win because he always does, and fucking that bratty mouth just makes his cock twitch against his toga. He's lost in how tight you are, your little wiggles and gasps as he holds you against him, fingers hitting that spongy spot while he leans over, an arm braced on the table, the asshole actually holds conversations, grinning while you're about to cum. You try to hold back, cunt pulsing now, vision blurred by how good they feel, thighs trembling as slick pours down your inner thighs now, making it slippery and messy, gulping down a bottle of water and almost choking while he thumbs your clit at the same time, leaning close. 'How ya doing, beer pong champion?' his mocking tone should infuriate you, but all you wanna do is cum, and it's like he knows, but you swallow it down, smiling. 'I'm great!'

Fratboy! Sukuna god his jaw just drops when you win that tournament, not making barely a noise despite how wet you are, how jerky your hips are moving, you swallow that water and smile victoriously when he sighs, removing his fingers, leaving your cunt aching. 'Fuck, guess I might as well see what I'm in for' he murmurs, dejected at losing, he never loses, and he pulled out all the stops on that cunt. He takes his fingers then, sucking you off him casually, cheeks hollowing, making your tummy flip as he does, when his eyes flutter shut and he moans as he tastes you, it all feels too real then. All the shit talking didn't prepare you for how sexy he would look, what that action would do to your body and mind. His red eyes are so dilated they look fucking black when he grips your wrist now, leaning low - 'you won, brat, let's go, now'

Fratboy! Sukuna drags you behind him unceremoniously to his room then, and instead of kissing you or letting you touch him, he immediately locks the door, getting on his knees in front of you, a hot open mouthed kiss on your thigh as it trembles. 'Sukuna, just because you won doesn't mean you have to... I can- ah!' he's already eyeing your soaking wet cunt, so drenched your panties are sticking to you, the outline apparent, his breath on your inner thigh making matter worse. 'A bet is a bet, but I'd be eating you even if you won' he curses under his breath at the vulnerable statement, but you ease against his door then, relaxing, and brushing silky pink locks back. 'You would?' he just scoffs now, attitude back, glaring as he slips your panties off, you eye a collection of them then on his dresser and glare. 'You're not keeping them!' he chuckles now, nipping your inner thigh. 'will you just shut up and...' he laps at your cunt now, earning you banging your head against the door as you hiss, hips bucking. 'Can't even take one lick, huh?'

Fratboy! Sukuna talks a lot of shit to cover up the fact that you have the prettiest pussy he's seen, in fact he doesn't think anything will compare to it now, the taste sweet like your scent - no, sweeter - if he was a little bitch maybe he'd write some dumb poem about that flavor, but instead all you get is a husky - fuck - while he devours your soppy little cunt now, teasing and flicking your clit until he latches his mouth. 'mnh! oh my God, I... ngh!' you're reduced to nothing while he worships you on his knees, dressed like some goddess and he's sipping the finest nectar, red eyes darting up while you tug at his locks, hurting his scalp and making him harder while you do. 'Sukuna, m'close! fuck...' him edging you early didn't help matters, he just grins against you, wicked tongue flicking just so, teeth nipping your clit until you shatter for him, orgasm rocking your body until you can't see, gushing arousal down this man's face, and he drinks it all up too.

Fratboy! Sukuna almost cums licking you, finally pulling back and standing, hovering so tall over you, you almost fall so he wraps and arm around your waist. 'No talking shit, huh? where's all that attitude, brat?' you just yank him down by the golden leaf on his toga, whispering - 'shut up, Sukuna' and kiss him, tasting your arousal on his lips, before shoving him on his bed now, earning a shocked look on the huge man's face. Sukuna lifts and lifts heavy, and you're literally tiny and nothing in comparison - he plays football, he's an athlete, but he's weak kneed from you, helpless and irritated about it. You straddle him, your glasses fogging up from your kisses, and he grips your hips, hands shaking as he slips up your dress, and you reveal him, flushing. 'No boxers, you're so slutty, Sukuna' your words end him, he whimpers when you touch his tip with your finger, already leaking precum, you lap it off your thumb- and that's when he really knows he had you wrong. You're a little fucking freak, smiling down at him, cunt leaking down against his thick muscled thighs. 'You're yummy too - ah!'

Fratboy! Sukuna scowls at your audacity, lifting you up by your hips, as you view all of his huge, veiny cock, so big you know you can't take it, no guy is even close that you've been with, but you sure will fucking try. You figure he'll ease you on it, as he holds you up in the damn air and you flail, before he slides you all the way down his length in one stroke and you scream out. He groans as he feels it, smirking up at you under sooty pink lashes, watching your eyes roll back, your hips wiggle in his firm hold. 'Can't take it, brat?' he taunts, lifting and dragging you down that veiny length again, and you try to scowl back, but fail, moaning. 'I can, I can fuck give me a minute... monster cock what the f-fuck...' he's chuckling with delight, but you're clenching again, just making him moan himself, as he starts fucking up into your cunt, and it burns- the fucking stretch so intense you feel like he's splitting you in half, but you want it, fuck you want it - him slamming that cervix over and over.

Fratboy! Sukuna almost busts quick, stopping then, flipping you over until you're on your hands and knees, wrapping your hair around his first and sliding his cock back in, watching how small your cunt is compared to it. 'Making it disappear, such a good little slut for me, aren't you?' he's talking shit you'd never deal with but you like it from him, damn him. He's splitting you apart with every thrust, watching the creamy ring form at the base while both of your costumes barely hang on, he's scrunching it up your hips, smacking the fuck out of you as he pulls your hair so hard, and you just whine out - 'more, fuck, please more' and Sukuna gives it to you. He fucks you until you're drooling, heavy balls smacking that clit and making you cum, milking him already as your gummy walls grip and spasm, he smacks you again, watching his hand print form and groaning. 'you're so sweet like this, this what you wanted?'

Fratboy! Sukuna expects you to argue but you're too far gone, fucked from one orgasm into another, the smacks of skin loud in his room, while you grip his sheets and he presses your head down, fucking harder and harder, so hard you don't know if you can take it, you have to take off your glasses and shove them aside, burying your face against his bed. His cock fills you so good it's unbearable, all you can do is cry out into his bed while he's whispering utter filth - 'made f'me, isn't she?' you just nod weakly at it. 'Perfect cunt, aw you can't talk now, brat huh?' you just whine out, there was clearly a way to make you less competitive and that was getting railed in a frat house by Sukuna.

Fratboy! Sukuna barely pulls out in time, crying out and whining again as he cums, jerking his cock while you catch your breath, you struggle to get up, cunt fucking aching, turning to watch him. With his clean hand he hands you your glasses, as you slip them on and watch cum still oozing out of the hole of his reddened tip, so much cum. Your thighs quiver as you eye him now, as the two of you just sit there in the quiet for a moment, then you shock him, shoving him on his back again, breasts spilling and making him twitch with more need. 'Let me clean you up, Sukuna, it's the least I can do. Made you make all that noise, didn't I?' He glares at you, but once you're sucking all that cum off him with an expert tongue, and sliding him deep down your throat, until he's licked clean, he's gotta admit - you really were better at everything than him.

I love this man lol

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[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

[d1stalker]

Suspension Bridge Effect [Logan Howlett]

Summary: You saved one of the younger mutants during a mission, and now he's obsessed with you, much to Logan's dismay

Warnings: mainly Logan POV, jealousy, cuteness, fem!reader WC: 2.6k - MASTERLIST

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Logan’s losing it; his thoughts are spiralling to the point where he wonders if he should be locked up.

At least, that’s what he thinks is happening as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. You’re standing near the edge of the mansion's garden, laughing softly as the kid—Johnny, a younger teenage mutant—tries to hand you a bouquet of hastily picked flowers. His face is flushed, eyes wide with admiration, and he’s practically vibrating with nervous energy as he looks up at you.

This punk, this moron, this lovesick blockhead, has been glued to your side ever since you saved him during the last mission.

It was supposed to be a standard run-of-the-mill rescue operation, but when things went south, and he was cornered, you swooped in like the hero you are and got him out unscathed. Now, the kid’s been following you around like a lost puppy, trying to win your attention, your approval—your everything. And it’s infuriating.

Logan can feel his hands clench into fists as he watches Johnny offer you the worst attempt at a bouquet he's ever seen, and sees the youngster's face turning a deeper shade of red as he mumbles something the older man can’t quite hear. Probably some dumb compliment, he thinks bitterly. The kid’s got no game.

You smile at Johnny. It's that soft, kind smile that always makes Logan’s heart skip a beat. But this time, all it does is fuel the fire raging within. He knows that smile isn’t just for him, but damn it, he wishes it were.

He wishes you’d tell the kid to scram, that you’re already spoken for, that you have a lovely boyfriend who could put together a way better bunch of flowers, but instead, you take the flowers with a gentle laugh, thanking the goblin like he’s just handed you a priceless treasure.

And somehow, the torment is never ending, it seems. Because later in the day he find’s himself lurking at the doorway of the mansion library, watching as you and Johnny sit together, heads bent over some book he know knows the little gremlin is just pretending to be interested in. That brat is soaking up every second of your attention, hanging on your every word, and it’s driving Logan up the wall.

“He’s just a kid,” you keep saying whenever he grumbles about it, but you don’t see it. You don’t see the way the bastard’s eyes light up whenever you smile at him, or how he leans in just a little too close when you’re explaining something to him. You don’t notice the small touches—the way his hand lingers on your arm when he’s pulling you somewhere, the way he looks at you like you’re the centre of his universe.

Logan sees it all, because he’s been there before. He knows exactly what Johnny’s feeling because he felt the same way when he first met you. Still does. It's that intense, all-consuming crush that makes you do stupid things just to be near the person you can’t stop thinking about.

“Logan, you’re staring,” Jean’s voice cuts through his thoughts, and he turns to see her smirking at him from across the hallway.

“I’m not starin’. Just keepin’ an eye on things,” he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

She raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You’re jealous.”

He scowls at her. “I ain’t jealous of some kid.”

“Sure you’re not,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why don’t you just talk to her about it?”

Clenching his jaw, he knows she’s right but not wanting to admit it. “She doesn’t get it. She thinks it’s cute.”

“Maybe if you told her how you’re feeling, she’d understand,” Jean suggests gently, though there’s a knowing look in her eyes.

Huffing and turning away from the library, Logan has decided that he’s had enough of standing on the sidelines. He needs to do something before he loses his mind entirely. But it seems he can’t escape this torture, because he can’t even get five minutes alone with you.

He tried to get your attention after you finished up teaching your class, but before he could, the little devil ran in front of him and got it first. His eye twitches as he watches Johnny offer you another “gift,” this time a poorly folded paper crane. You take it with a smile, thanking him kindly, and Logan grits his teeth so hard he swears his molars might shatter.

“Hey, kid,” He grumbles, stepping forward with a growl in his throat that would send most people running. “Don’t you got somewhere else to be?”

Johnny looks up, momentarily startled by the sharp tone, but then just gives a nervous chuckle and scratches the back of his head. “Uh, no, sir. I was just, um, hanging out with her.”

“Yeah, well, she’s got things to do. Don’t you, darlin’?” Logan’s eyes flicker to you, hoping you’ll catch the hint and send the kid on his way.

But you don’t. You just laugh. A musical sound that makes him want to clamp his hand over your mouth because why should that devil's spawn get to hear your beautiful voice? He’s truly about to lose it. 

“It’s fine, babe. Johnny’s just being sweet.”

Sweet. Logan wants to snort. Sweet is one word for it. Obnoxious, irritating, and clingy are a few others that come to mind.

“You got a crush or somethin’, boy?” His tone is laced with a dangerous edge as he crosses his arms over his chest, towering over the knucklehead. He’s trying not to outright scare him, but damn, he’s close to it.

Johnny turns beet red, stammering, “N-no, I just… she saved me, and I just wanted to say thank you, that’s all!”

Narrowing his eyes, a low snarl rumbles from his chest, and Logan takes a deliberate step forward, but before he can do more, you place a hand on his arm, pulling him back.

“Logan, that’s enough,” you say firmly, giving him a pointed look. 

Well, there goes another piece of his sanity.

You’re too kind, too understanding. You just don't get it. To you, it’s just an innocent crush, something harmless, something that makes you smile. You think it’s nothing, and that only makes his blood boil more.

“Fine,” he finally mutters, stepping back, though his eyes never leave the teenager’s. Johnny seems to take that as some kind of begrudging acceptance and gives you another shy smile before scurrying off, likely to find the next token of his gratitude to bring to you.

Once he’s gone, Logan lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “This is drivin’ me nuts, you know that?”

You just chuckle again, stepping closer to him and slipping your arms around his waist. “It’s just a phase, I’m sure. He’ll get over it.”

Wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you in close, he feels a little bit better in your embrace, but his eyes still track where Johnny disappeared into the mansion. “He better. ’Cause if he doesn’t, I might lose my damn mind.”

You tilt your head up, kissing his jaw softly. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

He huffs, not wanting to admit it, but the truth is written all over his face. “Maybe a little.”

Smiling, you lean up to kiss him properly. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Logan kisses you back, a little more possessively than usual, as if to remind himself that you’re his. And even as you melt into him, he can’t help but keep one eye open, scanning the garden for any sign of that kid returning. He might be crazy, but he’ll be damned if he lets some lovestruck teenager get between him and the woman he loves.

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The next morning, the mansion is buzzing with its usual activity. You and Logan head to the dining hall for breakfast, with him looking a little more relaxed after a night of holding you close. But the moment you step into the room, he spots a certain demon sitting at a table, eyes locked on you as if he’s been waiting for this very moment.

Groaning under his breath, Logan mutters, “Not again,” before guiding you to a table near the windows, hoping Johnny won’t follow.

You take your seat, smiling up at your boyfriend as he pulls out his chair, and for a brief second, he dares to believe that he might actually get to enjoy a quiet breakfast with you. But just as he’s about to sit down beside you, Johnny swoops in out of nowhere, plopping down in Logan’s seat with a grin like he’s just won the lottery.

“Morning!” He chirps, completely oblivious to the thunderous look on the other man’s face.

Freezing in his place, Logan glares at the kid who’s now sitting where he was supposed to be. He mentally cycles through a list of unflattering nicknames—Useless Idiot, Captain Obnoxious, Motherfu—but none of them seem quite strong enough to capture his current feelings. “You’re in my seat, kid.”

Johnny blinks up at him, feigning innocence. “Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t see your name on it.”

You can practically see the self-control it takes for Logan not to pick the kid up and toss him across the room. His fingers twitch at his sides, his claws itching to come out, but he holds back. For your sake, and only your sake.

“Johnny,” you start, trying to keep your voice gentle but firm, “you do know he is my boyfriend, right? And even if he wasn’t, I’m a bit too, uh, old for you?”

The young mutant's eyes widen, and for a split second, you think you might have gotten through to him. But then he glances over at Logan, his face scrunching up like he’s just eaten something sour.

“Yeah, but he’s, like, hella old,” The idiot blurts out, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as if the mutant standing right there can’t hear every word.

Logan’s expression darkens, a storm brewing in his eyes as his jaw tightens to the point where you can almost hear his teeth grinding. Hella old? Is this guy serious?

He's dealt with all kinds of enemies—mutants, monsters, government assassins—but nothing, nothing has tested his patience like this hellspawn has been. “What did you just say?” he growls menacingly.

Johnny, either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid, doesn’t back down. “I mean, no offense, but you’ve got a lot of… uh, experience, you know? And you’re like centuries old. Maybe she needs someone closer to her age.”

That’s the last straw. Logan’s eyes flash with anger and something else—something more vulnerable that you rarely see. A part of him knows the gremlin’s just talking out of his ass, but the words hit a little too close to home, stirring up old insecurities he usually keeps buried deep.

Without another word, he slams his hand down onto the table, the sound echoing through the dining hall like a gunshot. The room falls into stunned silence as he then storms out, his footsteps heavy and his anger radiating off of him in waves. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t acknowledge the whispers that follow in his wake. He just needs to get away before he does something he’ll regret.

“Logan, wait—” you call after him, but he’s already halfway out the door.

You turn back to Johnny, who’s now looking a little less confident and a lot more like he might have made a mistake. Sighing, you lean forward with a serious expression. “You can’t just say things like that. He’s not just my boyfriend. He’s the person I love.”

Looking down at the table, his face falls, and he begins fiddling with the napkin in his lap. “I didn’t mean to make him mad. I just thought—You saved me and I felt something…I thought maybe you’d feel something for me too.”

You soften, reaching out to pat his hand. “Johnny, you’re a sweet kid, but you’ve got to understand that Logan’s the one I’m with, and no one can replace him.”

He nods slowly, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. “I get it,” he mumbles. “I just…”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “You’ll find someone your own age who’s perfect for you. But for now, you need to give us some space, okay?”

Johnny nods again, this time more resolutely. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just… try not to instigate anything else. I’ll go talk to him.” You give him one last reassuring smile before heading toward the exit.

When you step out into the hallway, you barely have a second to process your thoughts and decide where to look before you’re suddenly pressed up against the wall. A gasp escapes your lips, but it’s quickly swallowed by Logan’s mouth on yours. The surprise melts away as the intensity of his kiss overtakes your senses, and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His kiss is possessive and fierce. You can feel the frustration, the jealousy, the need to claim what’s his, pouring out of him with every movement of his lips against yours. For a moment, you lose yourself in the heat of it, letting the world around you fade as you focus solely on him.

Then, through the haze of the kiss, the practical part of your brain kicks in. You pull back just enough to murmur against his lips, “Logan… we’re gonna get caught.”

He growls softly, his lips trailing down to your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “Let them see,” he mutters between kisses. “Maybe then that damn dunce will get the hint.”

You laugh, though the sound is cut off as he captures your lips again, his hands gripping your waist as if he’s afraid to let go. “Babe, really,” you whisper, trying to sound serious but failing as your body responds eagerly to his touch. “People are gonna see…”

“I don’t care,” he grumbles, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you involuntarily shiver against him. “Shoulda thrown that little shit out on his ass… let him know who you belong to.”

“You’re jealous of a teenager,” you tease, though the words come out breathless and almost lost in the intensity of the moment.

Logan pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark. “Don’t like him sniffin’ around you, thinkin’ he’s got a shot.”

You smile up at him, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull him back down for another kiss. “You don't need to feel threatened by him. You’re the only one I want.”

He huffs softly, his lips brushing against yours as he mutters, “Damn right I am.”

“C’mon,” you murmur, gently pushing against his chest. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private, huh?”

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering back toward the dining hall, as if half-expecting Johnny to come barreling out any second. But then he nods, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway, away from prying eyes. His grip on your hand is tight, territorial, and you can’t help but smile as you follow him.

As you walk together, you give his hand a squeeze. “Logan?”

“Yeah?” He glances over at you, his expression softening slightly.

“I love you, you know that?” You say it with that pretty grin of yours, and the way his eyes warm in response makes your heart flutter.

“Yeah,” he replies, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “I love you too.”

The remaining tension melts away, leaving just the two of you walking hand in hand, ready to steal a few more precious moments together.

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A/N: this was really fun to write!

[merlinmylove]

Arthur is cursed into eternal sleep

He is not waking up, and everyone is lost for answers on how to save their King.

Except no one knows Arthur is wandering around as a spirit, or a ghost, perhaps his soul is outside his body. The usual trope.

He can see and hear everything — but he cannot talk to anyone. He is completely helpless.

One night he sees his uncle enter his rooms with a blade in hand. It’s an ornate dagger carrying the House of Du Bois sigil. He leans over and holds it to his throat.

“Not so powerful now are you, My Lord” He sneers. Arthur feels dread wash over him like cold water down the back of his neck.

His uncle!

His own uncle, his last living relative and direct ties to his mother was about to slit his throat while he slept. Arthur was about to watch his own death and there was nothing he could do.

Agravaine is testing different angles. “How shall it be, huh? Quick and simple? A clean cut?” He paused. “No. My sister died a painful death, her blood spilling out as she lay dying, just so Uther could have an heir. You shall die a similar way.” Agravaine was entirely too pleased as he looked down on his sleeping nephew.

“No one can help you, no one can save you now, not even Emrys”

As the man begins to add pressure on his hand and aims for the neck to cut, Merlin enters from the servants door as if he had been summoned by the Gods.

Arthur has never been more elated and scared at the same time.

Agravaine is frozen in place. Merlin, moving quicker than Arthur has ever seen him move, is by Arthur’s side and holding his hand over Agravaines.

“Ah, Merlin” Lord Agravaine is cheerfully calm, as if he hadn’t just been caught attempting regicide. The blade was still pressing against Arthur’s throat.

“I was just helping my newphew shave. It’s so dreadful to see him like this” He tutted with a condescending tone.

“I shave His Majesty every other day” Merlin’s cold stone voice is like thunder from clear sky.

He grips the knife with his hand, and if the blade cuts into his skin, he shows no sign of it. In fact, Merlin’s face remains impressively blank throughout their silent conversation.

“I think you should leave now.”

Found out and frustrated, Agravaine drops the blade onto Arthur’s chest and moves towards the door. A few droplets of blood splatter against the white linen of his shirt.

Merlin stays still with his eyes focused on Arthur’s breathing chest. Only when the traitor reaches the door does he speak.

“Lord Agravaine” Merlin’s words stop him in his tracks.

“What?” He spits out, no longer able to conceal his true feelings. Disgust and hatred is clear in both in his voice and in his features. The older man turns and stares at the servant.

Arthur fears for both of their lives.

“I wonder what Queen Ygraine would think of your actions here tonight.”

“I beg your pardon!”

“I wonder what your sister would think if she knew that you were having an affair with her husband’s bastard daughter” Merlin elaborated. He looked entirely too comfortable taunting the man.

Arthur tried to move in front of Merlin, to save him from his uncles anger, but Agravaine moved through him as if he was nothing but smoke.

Agravaine reaches for his sword, but Merlin is quicker. “How dare you call her that! I will strike you where you stand”

“But it is true. You claim to love Ygraine, but instead of supporting your sisters son, you betray him for Uther’s bastard child”

Agravaine moves quickly with his sword raised. Merlin stops him with the hidden sword Arthur keeps beside his bed. Only Merlin knows of its existence.

He never knew Merlin was such a skilled swordsman.

Despite his age, Agravaine would easily win a sword fight against Merlin. Arthur tried shouting for help, but no one could hear him in his ghost state.

“I’m not the sort of man you wish to antagonise.” Merlin pointed his sword at his uncles chest. “And you certainly do not wish to make an enemy of me. Just ask Morgana what happened to her sister. Or to Nimhue. Or Cornelius Segan.”

“You think you can kill me?” Agravaine laughed at him and pushed the tip of the sword away.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Who says it will be me? Tell me, my lord. Do you know the name of the servant who dresses you each morning? Could you recognise him in a crowd? Do you even know the name of the cook that makes your food? I do”

Merlin was so calm and collected it was scary. Even Agravaine seemed to be unsettled by his tone.

“I know every knight, servant, and guard in the citadel. I know who dresses you, which servants prepare your wine and who makes your food…and maybe my hand might slip...”

“You threaten to poison me like you did Morgana” He hissed in realisation.

Poisoning Morgana? When on earth had Merlin done that?!

“Maybe. Who’s to say it would be poison. I could kill you any manner I wish. Either way, you’ve overstay your welcome and I must ask you to leave the Kings chambers.”

“I’m the Kings uncle and a high lord of the council, you cannot order me about!” He was sweating with anger now, and his condescension had turned righteous.

“Guards!” Merlin shouted. Half a second later the door opened and four men appeared, swords in hand, ready to defend their King.

Arthur let out a sigh of relief. Finally, Merlin was safe.

“Yes Merlin?” Sir Alfred asked while eying the two men with their swords drawn. It was quite the scene, Arthur admitted.

“Please escort Lord Agravaine out of the Kings chambers. He is not to enter again without my permission.” Merlin lowered his sword and walked back to the bed where Arthur’s still body lay.

Agravaine laughed at this, but quickly realised that he was the only one who saw any humour in it, when two knights strong-armed him. “Unhand me at once! How dare you take the word of a servant over the word of a Lord!” His fighting was easily combated by the expert knights. He had lost.

Sir Alfred looked him in the eyes. “By orders of the King, we are to treat every word from Merlin as if they were his own. If Merlin says you’re no longer welcomed in the Kings chambers, we will act accordingly.”

They dragged the lord out of the room in an undignified way.

Arthur watched as the door clicked shut and Merlin finally showed some emotion. Falling to his knees before Arthur’s bed, he grabbed his hand and kissed it.

Heaving with tears and shock he choked out “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” He kissed his hand again. “I won’t ever let him come near you ever again, I promise.”

Arthur wanted to assure his friend that he knew Merlin would keep him safe, that he trusted him more than anyone else in the world! But no sounds came out of his mouth.

When Merlin got up he began touching Arthur’s chest and throat, seemingly feeling his heartbeat and pulse underneath his fingers. “You’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe”

He reaches down and presses a kiss to his forhead mumbling words mostly to calm himself, rather than to address the sleeping man before him. “Arthur is alive. He’s alive”

[inkandapex]

everytime

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Lando never learns, no matter how many times he says 'never again,' he somehow always ends up in the middle of his girlfriend’s pranks.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing

Excuse me

The phone was propped up just right, hidden in plain sight, quietly recording as Y/N lounged on the couch, bundled in a blanket, remote in hand, eyes fixed on the TV like nothing was out of the ordinary.

She fought to keep a straight face. A few nights ago, mid-doom scroll while waiting for Lando to come back from a night out, she stumbled across a TikTok trend that instantly caught her attention: girlfriends wiping away kisses from their boyfriends. The dramatic reactions were hilarious, and knowing just how pouty Lando could get, she had to try it for herself.

It was the perfect setup. Lando was getting ready to head out for a padel game with a few friends, and like clockwork, their usual goodbye ritual included a quick kiss before either of them left.

“Baby, I’m about to head out,”

Right on cue, Lando walked into the frame—duffle bag slung over his shoulder, eyes glued to his phone. He strolled over to the couch, plopping down beside Y/N without looking up.

“Do you wanna grab dinner tonight after I get back?” he asked, finally setting his phone aside to look at her. “Or should I just bring something home?”

She tilted her head, pretending to think it over as casually as she could.

“I don’t mind grabbing food if you’re not too tired,” she replied with a soft smile.

“Perfect.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Alright, I’m gonna go. Text me if you need anything.”

As soon as he stood, she slowly reached up and wiped her cheek with her sweater, just noticeably enough.

“Excuse me?”

Lando froze mid-step, his mouth hanging open in dramatic disbelief.

She looked up at him innocently, barely holding back a laugh at how deeply offended he already looked.

“What?”

“What do you mean what? You just wiped off my kiss!”

“I didn’t! I was just itchy,” she said, barely containing her grin.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Lando leaned in again, this time pressing a slower, more deliberate kiss to her cheek.

He pulled back, eyes locked on her, waiting.

And, just like before, she reached for her cheek and wiped it off.

“Baby!” he groaned, collapsing back onto the couch, completely betrayed.

Y/N burst out laughing.

“Lan, go! You’re gonna be late!”

“Are you mad at me? What—was it the stubble? I can shave it off,” he said dramatically, grabbing her hand.

“Oh my god…” she shook her head, completely amused.

“Do you not want me to leave? I can cancel. I’ll stay, we can talk—”

“Lando!” she laughed, cutting him off. “It’s a joke, my love. It’s a prank.”

“You muppet,” Lando said, giving her a gentle shove before grabbing a pillow and swatting her side with it. “You actually had me worried for a minute.”

Y/N was still doubled over, breathless from laughter, clutching her stomach as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. The prank had worked way better than she expected.

She was mid-wipe, dabbing at her tears, when she saw him heading for the door, bag slung over his shoulder, keys in hand.

“Wait! You’re really leaving? No goodbye kiss for me?” she called out with a grin.

Lando scoffed, shaking his head as he slid his shoes on. “Already gave you two and you wiped both of them off. You’ll survive a couple hours without one.”

And with that, he stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Still giggling, Y/N pushed herself up and made her way over to the hidden phone. She was just about to stop the recording when the door suddenly swung open again.

“Back so soon?” she teased.

Without a word, Lando strode toward her, gently took her face in his hands, and kissed her. Soft, warm, and lingering just long enough to make her melt.

“I’m still mad at you,” he muttered with a chuckle, shaking his head before finally heading out for real this time.

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Say it back

It was the end of a triple header, and Y/N had flown back to their Monaco apartment after the second weekend. She hadn’t seen Lando in a full week, which meant nightly FaceTime calls as soon as he wrapped up his post-race responsibilities.

It was the night before Lando’s flight home. He was lying on his side in his hotel bed, phone in hand, laptop propped up on the bedside table, camera angled perfectly for their usual call. He was casually scrolling through his phone, waiting on a text from Carlos to head out for dinner. Y/N was doing the same, her iPad balanced nearby as she sorted through the closet.

She wasn’t just passing time—she had a prank planned, and she needed Lando to hang up first so she could pull it off.

She finally heard the ping from his phone. Lando sat up and glanced at the screen.

“Just got the text from Carlos, baby. I’ll call you when I get back,” he said, moving closer to his laptop.

Y/N mirrored him, pulling her iPad closer and giving a small wave. “Have fun! Tell Carlos I said hi.”

“I will,” he smiled. “I love you, I’ll call you later.”

She immediately taps the screen, ending their call.

She stared at the now-black iPad screen, biting her lip to keep from grinning too hard. Not even thirty seconds passed before it started ringing again—Lando’s contact flashing across the screen. The hidden camera on the shelf beside her caught the whole thing.

“Watch him whine,” she mumbled to herself, quickly schooling her expression before picking up.

“Yes, Lan—”

“—I think the call cut off, baby,” he interrupted. This time, he was on his phone, holding it close. “I said I love you and that I was gonna call you as soon as I’m back from dinner.”

“I heard you, Lan,” she said sweetly. “I’ll probably still be up when you call. Don’t worry. Go have fun, alright?”

He gave her a soft smile, now walking down the hotel hallway. “Alright, my love. I love you.”

“Okay, bye,” she replied with the same gentle smile—and ended the call again.

She let out a quiet laugh, fully expecting the phone to ring again.

And, as predicted, it did.

When she picked up this time, Lando was in the elevator, now wearing a dramatic pout.

“I love you,” he said, deadpan.

She laughed, finally letting her composure crack. “Okay, Lan, I heard you the first time.”

“Then say it back!” he whined, full puppy mode engaged.

She was full-on laughing now. “This is one of your pranks again, isn’t it?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in mock irritation.

“I’m glad at least one of us is having fun,” he muttered with a playful scoff.

“Alright, you big baby. I love you too,” she said, grinning.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled with a smirk, finally ending the call.

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Come to bed

The apartment was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the TV as the two of them laid tangled together on the couch. The sound of their show played quietly in the background, but Lando had already yawned more than once in the last few minutes, his fingers twitching slightly where they were resting against her arm.

“You wanna move to the bedroom, love?” he mumbled, pulling away slightly to stretch, his voice thick with sleep. “We can keep watching there, I’m getting kinda tired.”

She hummed in acknowledgment but stayed exactly where she was, not budging an inch. That yawn? The perfect cue. Her mind was already spinning with mischief.

“I think I’ll sleep here tonight,” she said casually, eyes still fixed on the screen.

Lando’s head snapped toward her so fast it was a miracle he didn’t give himself whiplash. “…On the couch?”

“Yeah.” She kept her tone light, expression unreadable, fully committed to the bit.

He blinked at her, confusion furrowing across his face. Then, without another word, he grabbed the remote and turned the volume down until the room was almost silent.

“Wait, hold on—why?” he asked, his brows drawn together now, voice softer. “Did something happen?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, like it wasn’t that deep. “I just feel like sleeping out here.”

Lando stood up slowly, still watching her. She stared at the TV like she was completely serious.

She expected him to push back, maybe pout, or try to guilt her into coming to bed. But instead, he turned and walked off toward their bedroom.

She blinked, sitting up slightly. Had she actually taken it too far this time?

A minute later, she heard footsteps padding back down the hallway. Lando returned with an armful of pillows and the big blanket from their bed, dragging it all toward the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying not to laugh as he started arranging everything.

“Making up our bed,” he replied, fluffing a pillow and placing it at one end of the couch. “Since you’re set on sleeping here, I guess this is where we’re sleeping.”

She stared at him, completely caught off guard.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said through a small laugh. “You can go sleep in the bed, Lan. I didn’t say you had to sleep out here with me.”

“I know,” he said, shrugging as he smoothed out the blanket. “But I don’t want to sleep without you. So either we move to the bedroom, or I’m staying here.”

He looked up at her, eyes a little tired, a little soft. “Unless… are you mad at me? Did I do something?”

That was it. The guilt hit her instantly, followed by a wave of affection.

She sat up and grabbed his hand, pulling him into a hug, burying her face into his shoulder as she smiled. “It was a joke, baby. I was just messing with you,” she murmured. “But you’re so sweet, it actually hurts.”

Lando groaned dramatically, wrapping his arms around her like he was melting into her. “I hate you sometimes,” he muttered, but he was already smiling.

She pulled back just enough to kiss his cheek. “You love me.”

He sighed like it was the most obvious truth in the world. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do.”

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Rent is due

Ever since moving in together, Lando had made one thing painfully clear—Y/N was not to worry about rent. No matter how many times she offered, no matter how many spreadsheets she pulled up with her “budget breakdown,” he stood firm, arms crossed, shaking his head with a smug little grin. Her only job? Groceries. And even then, he often tried to sneakily pay for those too, claiming he “accidentally” tapped his card first.

That particular afternoon, she was elbows deep in flour and chocolate chips, humming to herself as she shaped the final batch of cookies. The apartment smelled like warm sugar and vanilla, and her camera was cleverly hidden behind a canister of flour, angled perfectly to catch his reaction.

She had seen the trend on TikTok a few days earlier: partners telling their significant others they couldn’t pay their half of the rent. And while technically she didn’t pay any rent to begin with, she knew Lando would absolutely fall for it.

The moment she got his text, “Be home in 5. Want 3 cookies. Minimum.”, she put her plan into motion.

As if on cue, the door clicked open and she heard the familiar sound of keys hitting the entryway bowl.

“In the kitchen!” she called out, casually sliding a warm cookie onto a plate like she hadn’t been plotting for days.

Lando walked in seconds later, still in his hoodie and cap, hair a little messy from his sim session. His eyes lit up the second he saw the cookies, practically tossing his keys onto the counter.

“They’re still warm,” she said sweetly, offering him one. “I’m about to put the last batch in.”

He took a bite, groaning dramatically as he leaned over the counter, melting like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. “You’re actually a witch,” he mumbled through the cookie. “A dangerous, cookie-making sorceress.”

She giggled and kept scooping dough onto the tray, timing her moment perfectly.

“I do have to tell you something though,” she said, lowering her voice just a touch and furrowing her brows for maximum effect.

Lando glanced up, still chewing, immediately on alert. “Okay… what’s up?”

She hesitated, pretending to avoid his eyes, fingers fiddling with the cookie dough scoop. “I, um… I don’t think I can pay rent this month.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I had to use the money for something else. It was urgent. I’m really sorry.”

“Baby… baby.” Lando sets his half-eaten cookie down slowly, like he’s afraid any sudden movements might make things worse. He gently takes the spoon from her hand, brows drawn together in full confusion.

“What are you talking about? Since when do you pay rent?” he asks, voice calm but clearly alarmed.

She looks him straight in the eye, her expression painfully serious. “Since I moved in. I’ve just… been sending my half directly to the landlord.”

Lando stares at her, blinking slowly. “What do you mean the landlord?”

She shrugs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “I messaged her when I first moved in, asked for her payment details. Been paying her every month since.”

His jaw drops, cookie forgotten in his hand. “Wait. Elodie? Elodie from downstairs? Our Elodie?!”

She nods casually, scooping more cookie dough like she didn’t just drop a bomb.

“Babe…” He drags a hand down his face, the kind of motion that screams I’m too pretty to be this stressed. “I pay her. I’ve been paying her. Full rent. On autopay. Every month.”

“Well,” she says with a shrug, “so have I.”

He groans, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Okay. Nope. I’m messaging her right now. She’s either been robbing us blind or you’ve been sending money to some random woman impersonating our landlord.”

Her eyes widen. “Wait—Lando. Lando, I was joking. It’s a prank, baby. A TikTok thing! Don’t message her!”

He freezes, thumb hovering over his screen. He slowly lifts his eyes to hers, blinking like he’s buffering. “You’re kidding?”

She nods, bursting into laughter. “Yes! Oh my god, you looked like you were about to write an angry landlord Yelp review.”

Lando tosses his phone onto the counter like it personally betrayed him. “Fuck me,” he mutters, picking up his half-eaten cookie and dramatically biting into it. “I genuinely thought we were bankrolling a secret apartment downstairs.”

She’s still laughing when he points the cookie at her. “You owe me. I want another dozen of these. For emotional damages.”

“Done,” she giggles, walking over to kiss his cheek. “Sorry for the stress, landlord.”

He groans again. “I swear, if I ever hear the word rent come out of your mouth again, I'm billing you in cookies.”

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Watch it

After weeks of watching Lando get relentlessly pranked by his girlfriend, and loving every second of it, Max Fewtrell finally slid into her messages with a proposal.

“Tag me in for the next one. I’ve got ideas.”

They landed on a viral couple's prank: the partner’s best friend acts rude to the girlfriend to see how the boyfriend reacts. Simple. Effective. Potentially explosive.

The perfect setup unfolded one chill evening in Lando’s gaming room. All three were squeezed into frame on Max’s Twitch stream, headsets on, fingers flying over their keyboards as they played a chaotic round of Repo together.

Midway through a match, Max dramatically slammed his headset on the desk. “Fucking hell, mate, can we take five? My ears are bleeding from the strategic nonsense I’m hearing.”

He and Y/N exchanged a quick smirk. Game on.

“I’m gonna get some water,” Max said, standing up with a loud stretch.

“Could you get me some too?” she asked sweetly.

Max scoffed like she’d just asked him to run a marathon. “What do I look like, your butler? Get it yourself.”

Lando looked up so fast he nearly dropped his phone. His eyes flicked from Max to Y/N, brows furrowing. “I’ll get you water, baby,” he said immediately, standing and brushing past Max with a suspicious glance.

Max bit his lip to stop from laughing. Phase one: complete.

Back at their seats, they dove into another match. That’s when Max really turned it up.

“Christ, are you even trying?” he snapped at her mid-round. “It’s like playing with a blindfolded hamster.”

Y/N bit her cheek to keep from laughing.

Lando didn’t even blink. “Nah, she’s doing great. You just suck at support, mate.”

Max rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t pop out. “Support? I’m carrying this team!”

Still no reaction.

So Max went nuclear.

Another loss. Another dramatic sigh. “Right. I’m done. Y/N, Fuck You’re like deadweight”

Lando froze. His entire vibe shifted.

“Max.”

His voice was low. Too low.

Max blinked innocently. “What? She knows she’s bad.”

“No, mate,” Lando said, leaning forward, elbows on the desk, stare locked on Max like he was calculating how long it would take to physically throw him out. “Don’t talk to her like that. Seriously. You've been a dick the whole stream.”

Max tried to hold it together. “Mate, relax. I’m just saying—”

“I don’t care,” Lando snapped, slamming the mute button on the mic. “You don’t get to act like a complete twat just because we’re on stream. You think it’s funny to shit on her all night? Grow the fuck up.”

Max’s eyes widened as he looked over to Y/N for a lifeline.

Lando caught that too. “Don’t look at her! Apologize. Now.”

At that, Max and Y/N burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Lando’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking.”

Max clutched his stomach, wheezing. “Mate. I thought you were about to physically eject me from the chair. Like WWE style.”

Y/N was doubled over laughing, wiping tears from her eyes.

Lando just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. “I can’t believe I fell for that. You two are insufferable”

Max unmuted the mic, letting the stream hear their chaotic laughter. The chat was already spamming “PRANKED” and “protective Lando mode”

“I’m still sweating,” Max panted. “That vein in your forehead? It had its own heartbeat.”

Lando groaned. “You know what? Next time you both prank me, I’m calling your mum, Max. I swear.”

Y/N giggled, wrapping her arm around Lando. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I was ready to throw him out the apartment” Lando smirked, finally cracking.

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