#pls get these two noise canceling headphones!!!

[deadsnothere]

I wanna be dirty!

Synopsis - After a case went a bit south, Lockwood came home and got bandaged up by Alias on his bed. While somehow moving to the subject of their sex lives, leading to something more. Also known as A song fic from the rocky horror show song -

Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me.

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Request - no

Word Count - 1.6k

Proof read - Yes and no? I gave up half way through because it's 2 am please give feedback

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“I was feeling done in…couldn't win.”

I sighed softly while cleaning Anthony's wounds, sat on his bed. He’d gotten hurt while on a case and came back to the house with it not bandaged up, So I was bandaging his scrapes and bruises. He honestly looked kind of hot. His white button up was open, his belt was unbuckled and his hair was messed up. All while he was hot and sweaty. God what i’d do for this man to rai-

-Back on track! How we got to the subject of my sex life, I'm not sure but here we are. “I’d only ever kissed before.” this still baffles me, I mean i'm sat here talking to Lockwood of all people about my sex life! The one I barely have- but he’s still intently listening either way. “I thought there's no use getting…into heavy petting.” I just shrugged my shoulders. ‘Why is his hand getting close to my chest? WHY AM I THE ONE MOVING IT CLOSER-’ I pulled it away, blinking almost like I'd woken up from a daze. His face looked as if it were bright red, but he didn't move his hand away, until I moved it myself. Is he enjoying this?

“It only leads to trouble and…seat wetting.” I put the cap on the alcohol, and put the bandages up. God, Anthony's stare is killing me, he's looking at me like a lost puppy with his wide eyes and pretty face, boring into my skin, sending a chill down my back. "Now all I want to know.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. His hands reached up to undo the rest. “Is how to go. I've tasted blood and I want more.” Anthony slowly unbuttoned my entire shirt, I let him push the cotton material off my shoulders. I took my hand off his shoulder, lifting my skirt up to tease him. “I'll put up no resistance.” He grabbed my hands, placing my forearms on his shoulders pulling me closer.

“I want to stay the distance.” He grabbed my hips, pulling at the band of my skirt. “I've got an itch to scratch. I need assistance!” I pulled him into me slowly, his hands moved to grip on his bed sheets, Almost not able to look away. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Touch me!” He moved back in his bed, eyes mesmerized by my body. He waved for me to move with him and pulled me up to be face to face. I whispered in his ear. “I wanna be dirty.” Anthony's face was bright red as I moved down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, shoulder, and chest all the way until I got to his happy trail. “Thrill me, Chill me, Fulfill me!”

“A-Alias..I never thought you would- be this bold.” I giggled softly pulling at his belt. “Well just give me the word and i’ll stop-” Anthony almost jumped to say, “No!- No god, please don't stop.” I let myself giggle, before finally pulling his belt off. “Now if anything grows.” I trailed a finger across his tented pants, a smile growing when he jerked from the small, sudden contact. “While you pose.” I mocked him by doing his stupid smirk, making him laugh at me. “I’ll oil you up and rub you down..” I pulled the zipper of his pants down in one swift motion. God, he is hot.

“and that's just one small fraction of the main attraction.” Slowly I crawled forwards at head level again, while using my right hand to unbutton Anthony's pants. “You need a friendly hand?” I pushed myself up, now stood on both knees towering over him. He moved with me sitting up to be able to see me better. Grabbing both of his hands in mine, “Ohh, I need action!” I placed them on my tits, still in my bra, giggling when Anthony's eyes grew wide, a smile coming soon after. “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch me!” I definitely sounded more desperate. The feeling of his hands was amazing. I've been dreaming this night. He used his hands to play with my tits, squishing them together, squeezing them in his hands, once again mesmerized by my body. “I wanna be dirty!” I pushed him down on the bed laughing when he made an ‘omph!’ sound.

I lowered my head to kiss his neck, this time leaving a few hickeys. My hands pulled down his pants, then his boxers. Him lifting his hips to help me. Crawling backwards I landed on the floor. When Anthony sat up he was already in the perfect position. sitting on my knees, I pulled his pants and boxers off all the way. Taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, coating it in my spit and popping off of it once more. “I'm not going to be the best at this..” He laughed at my nervousness. “Don't laugh at me-!”

He cut me off by cradling my face in his hands, and slowly pushing my head down onto his cock. “don't worry just let me guide you.” he whispered out in a husky tone, pushing my head in rhythm. I opened my throat the best i could trying to relax, his hips buck into my mouth, quietly groaning. The closer he got to cumming the faster his pace went, I could feel the hand prints that were going to be left on my face after he was done with me.

“Swallow.” IS THAT THE ONLY WARNING I GET- Suddenly I felt a hot liquid go down my throat, only having to swallow the bit that landed in my mouth during Anthony’s last thrust. He was quick to pull out of my mouth, leaning down to kiss my cheeks softly, while running his hands through my hair. “You did so good taking me, darling. So good.” I stood up quickly, almost falling from dizziness due to the speed of my movement. Steadying myself, I sat on Anthony's lap, Kissing at his neck and grinding my hips down creating friction. he pushed my head away and instead went to leave hickeys on my neck. “Use your words darling, what do you want?” – “I want to have my way with you.” His eyes widened when I so desperately asked for his body.

“I’ll do anything you please. Suck your cock again, fuck myself on your fingers, Just please give me something.” Every word left him more and more speechless. “I-”

He didn't speak for a few seconds, simply laying himself down and drawing my hips up. “Sit on my face, I’ll give you the best orgasm you've ever felt.” I moved without thinking, pulling down my panties, crawling forwards to him, almost nervous to have my cunt so close to his face. He hooked his arms around my thighs pulling me down to sit on his face. “Oh shit!” I gasped in surprise, shuttering when his tongue came to lick and suck at my clit. God, it made a chill go down my back. His tongue pushed into my cunt in one quick motion, he was using his arms to guide my hips on his tongue making this feeling absolutely perfect. Slowly a coil started to form in my stomach, and unlike its building it quickly broke.

when I moved away from his face he was covered in my cum, using his hands to wipe and lick it off his fingers. “You taste so good.” I knew he was lying, Cum tasted horrible I should know. But the way he absolutely devoured what was on his fingers, like he was having his last meal before the electric chair, I almost believed him. We both laid on his bed for a minute, before I finally got up and went to the bathroom, coming back out with a towel and wet washcloth. Anthony is now sitting back with his back to his head board. He took it from me as soon as I got to bed. Wiping his mouth off first, and then focusing on me purely.

“I can't get enough of you.” Anthony kissed my cheek. It was quiet while he cleaned us both off. Neither of us wanted to whisk the comforting silence away. Until he finally spoke up. “What does this make us now?” I shrugged my shoulders letting him lean his chin on my stomach, looking up at me. “What do you want to be Lockwood?” He grinned at me with his megawatt smile. “Well if you're going to be my girlfriend I don't think you should call me Lockwood. I much prefer Anthony from you.” “Well Anthony, I like that as well.”

The next thing I knew I was holding his head in my arms falling fastly asleep, content in where the night took us.

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“So we're murdering them when they wake up right?” Lucy nodded along with George who was making tea in the kitchen. “It's either murder or they get us noise canceling headphones.” He agreed, laughing turning into the fake crying.

If this is bad I'm sorry, Anyways- this is basically a test before I write part 2 of the café fic- Because im scared it won't be well and ya'll will be disappointed :D SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!

[lonelym00n]

Is it okay to run when you're feeling weak?

Part 3 of The Devil Likes the Pirate Series

Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: You get closer with Tara and all her friends. She opens up to you about her past.

It had been a few days since you last saw Tara, and though she did follow up on her promise to text you, it was hard not to feel a bit sad about the time spent away from her. And sure, maybe it was ridiculous to be feeling that way, but within the short span of time that you’d gotten to know her, Tara had you wrapped tightly around her pinky finger. 

You’re currently tucked into your favorite corner of Blackmore’s library, textbooks splayed haphazardly in front of you. Your backpack occupies the chair to your right and the two positioned across from you remain empty, a rare occurrence for this time of the year. You would’ve expected the library to be filled with students cramming for exams, but then again, you had to admit that midterm week wasn’t as hellish as you expected it to be. While you normally despised studying, you were honestly just more thankful for the reprieve from being buried up to your eyeballs in assignments. 

Your attention is barely on your studies, way too preoccupied with thoughts of Tara and when you’d get to see her next. The last you’d heard from her was that Sam had her locked up in their ‘dungeon of an apartment’ and that she likely wouldn’t be able to escape for a while. You felt bad for being the cause of not only a huge fight between the two sisters, but the loss of Tara’s freedom too. You’d jokingly told Tara over text that you’d shimmy up the fire escape so the two of you could hangout and she replied that Sam would probably shoot you if she caught you. Having witnessed how scary the older girl was when mad, you certainly weren’t going to find out if the threat was empty or not. 

Just as you’re about to turn back to your work, your phone buzzes with a notification. You curiously shift your eyes to it and nearly jump out of your seat in joy as Tara’s contact name is displayed on the screen.

Tara: hey stranger

Y/N: hey matey

Tara: enoughhhh pirate jokes 

Y/N: okay okay

Y/N: so what’s up?

Tara: i’m bored, pls tell me ur doing something fun so i can live vicariously through u

Y/N: sorry nothing exciting, just studying for midterms in the library

Tara: shit i almost forgot about those

Tara: i hate house arrest

Y/N: house arrest must suck

Y/N: any chance you’ll be off of it soon?

Tara: ughh hopefully sometime this week

Tara: why, do you miss me or something? ;)

Y/N: god you’re insufferable

Y/N: but… maybe i do miss u just a little bit

Tara: awww i knew it <3

Tara: i’ll talk to sam when she gets back from the store and see what i can do

You click your phone off with a sigh. Sam would probably refuse to let Tara out of the house and you’d be stuck thinking about her from a distance. Whatever reason Sam has for being so protective of Tara must be a really good one. You couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened. Tara did mention that she’d tell you eventually, and you made a mental note to be extremely patient with her in the meantime. 

Reaching into your backpack, you pull out a pair of noise canceling headphones and place them onto your head. You switch on some soft music to play in the background while studying and start reviewing the exam material.

You sit hunched over your thick textbook for what must’ve been at least an hour or two. You’re so engrossed in your reading that you don’t notice that the two chairs in front of you are being pulled out. It isn’t until you feel a tap on your shoulder that you register that there are now two people sitting in front of you. 

“Oh shit!” You jump slightly in surprise and tear the headphones off your head. “So sorry, I didn’t even see you sit down.”

You finally glance up to see who is in front of you and promptly choke on your spit.

Tara grins cheekily back at you, grin stretching further at the coughing fit you’re now caught up in. “Surprise!”

“Tara, what the hell are you doing here?!” You practically splutter out the question, cheeks tinting pink (as they so often do around Tara) in embarrassment when you realize that another person is witnessing you literally choke at the sight of Tara. 

Tara mischievously raises a single eyebrow at you and her eyes twinkle with joy, “You should know by now that giving your location to your kidnapper is a bad idea.”

You laugh gleefully at the familiar joke and a feeling of warmth blossoms throughout your chest. 

“Jokes aside, I convinced Sam to let me come here to study for midterms. She allowed it but made me bring a friend with me.” She turns to where her friend is sitting silently beside her and then looks back at you, “Do you remember Mindy?”

The girl looks sort of familiar, but you couldn’t say you remembered exactly who she was. You smile apologetically at her and exchange a quick hello before speaking, “It’s nice to officially meet you Mindy. I’m assuming you were part of the group that helped rescue me?”

Thankfully, Mindy doesn’t seem offended that you don’t remember her. She nods and slowly smirks, “Y’know I’m not surprised you don’t remember me, you were too busy making googly eyes at Tara here to notice anybody else.” 

You flush a deep red before groaning and ducking your head down to bury yourself in your abandoned textbook. 

Above you, Tara and Mindy snicker at your reaction. 

“Told you she blushes easily.” The two laugh some more at Tara's retort.

You lift your head up with a frown etched onto your face. Promptly, you flip both of them off. They each respond with a chuckle.

“Anyways, even though you so rudely insulted me,” you roll your eyes playfully at Mindy before softening your expression, “I want to say I really appreciate whatever your part in helping me that night was. I already told Tara this, but it means so much to me that you guys were looking out for me. I’m sorry for whatever drama I caused in the aftermath”

Tara eyes you softly while Mindy waves off your apology. “No need to apologize. It was the right thing to do and I’m glad we were able to help. Even if Sam did almost kill me”

Tara swats Mindy on the shoulder for her comment. Deciding to change the subject, she scans her eyes across your study space before fixing you with a scrutinizing look. “How long have you been here for?”

“Uhh,” you tap your pencil against the desk while you think, “Two, maybe three hours. Why?”

Tara gasps and tuts at you disapprovingly, “Have you taken a break from studying to eat something at least?”

You shake your head, now that she’s mentioned it, you could use a snack. 

She stands up and gently pulls you out of your seat. “C’mon,” she tugs your arm, “I’m gonna get you a snack.”

Obediently, you go to follow, but stop dead in your tracks when Mindy speaks up in alarm, “Wait, Tara?!” 

Tara sighs heavily, drops your arm, and gives you a pointed look that tells you to wait where you are while she goes to talk to Mindy,

From your spot a few feet away, you can just barely make out their hushed conversation.

“You heard Sam, she said I need to stay with you at all times! We can’t piss her off again.” 

Tara grunts in annoyance, “No, she said not to let me out of your sight. We’re just going to the coffee place right over there, you can watch us from where you are.”

“I don’t know.” Mindy sounds unsure.

“Mindy please? I’ll buy you a brownie and a latte.” You can tell by her adorable tone that she’s pouting and it takes a lot of self-discipline not to turn around to see it.

Mindy draws out a long groan, “Fine! But I’m gonna be watching so don’t do anything I wouldn’t want to see.”

Tara’s smile is triumphant as she skips over to you and threads her fingers through yours. You give her hand a small squeeze. 

As the two of you wait in line, she looks up at you sweetly, “So did you really miss me or were you just joking earlier?”

You bite your lip, hoping to god she won’t tease you if you tell the truth. “I did miss you. You grew on me really quickly Tara.”

She sighs happily, “Good, because I was thinking the same thing. I really missed you too.”

You grin like an idiot, so glad that you weren’t alone in your sentiment. 

The line shifts up slightly and it is swiftly your turn to order. You give the barista your order and motion for Tara to do the same. When she relays her coffee order, you do your best to commit it to memory. She adds Mindy’s items and before she can retrieve her wallet, you whip out your card and tap it against the screen. Tara glares at you but you only smile back innocently.

The two of you slide down to wait for your food and drinks to be ready. 

“Well,” Tara drags out the word and releases a breath, “I know you’re probably wondering why Sam locked me in the apartment or why I couldn’t come here without Mindy. And I do owe you an explanation but-”

You hastily cut her off, “You don’t owe me an explanation for anything Tara. It’s all up to whether you want to tell me or not. Whatever it is you went through, it’s obviously a very big deal. I’d understand if it’s not something you want to ever share with me.”

She pulls you into a quick hug, “I do want to tell you, but I think I need more time. Just so you know though, it’s something that me, Mindy, Chad, and Sam all went through. That’s why we’re all so protective of each other.”

You give her an understanding look, “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

She nods, “Sam’s still really mad at me and she probably won’t let me go alone anywhere for a while. I do want to keep hanging out with you though. Do you mind that it has to be with one of my friends?”

Your brow furrows slightly and you’re fast to shake your head, “No I don’t mind at all. I totally get it and I’m honestly just happy that I get to see you at all. Plus, your friends seem really nice, it’d be nice to get to know them.”

Tara sighs in relief before wrapping her arms around your neck and leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. 

You smile brightly at the gesture. 

A few seconds later your name is called and you step forward to collect the order. Tara grabs the items you’re unable to scoop up. The two of you return back to where Mindy is sitting.

She chirps out a thanks and the three of you enjoy your food silently. The rest of the afternoon is spent with you continuing to study, with Tara and Mindy begrudgingly joining you. You take frequent breaks to poke fun at each other and your heart flutters happily in your chest. If this is what it felt like to have friends, you never wanted to let them go.

From that day forward, you began to spend a lot of time with Tara and her ragtag group of friends. You loved hanging out with them, they were everything you felt you’d been missing in college. Mindy was sarcastic and hilarious and Anika was kind and bubbly. You liked her especially because she would always put a stop to Mindy’s teasing. Chad was cool, but you found him to be a bit more intimidating than everyone else. You didn’t mind Ethan, he was just a bit too shy and dorky for your liking. 

Overall, you found a sense of home in the group. You were so grateful that they accepted you into their circle with open arms. 

Your feelings for Tara were stronger than you’d ever felt for anyone thus far in your life. Her personality shone so brightly, it was no wonder why all her friends gravitated towards her so strongly. She was so sweet, yet so witty, brave, and strong. You are beyond thankful that you were lucky enough to stumble into her life, and you tell her so all the time.

The weeks fly by as you become even further integrated into the group of friends. You’re no longer on the outside, you’re one of them. Not a day goes by where you don’t feel so fortunate to have met them.

It’s after one of your many hangouts with Tara, Mindy, and Anika (you refer to them as double dates in your head) that Tara tells you she has a surprise for you. She takes you to a beautiful park and leads you to a more secluded spot, where a picnic is neatly laid out. You squeal like a child and excitedly run over to take a seat on the blanket. A conversation you can’t make out plays behind you.

“Anika and I are going to be just over there. We’ll be able to see you the whole time. Are you sure you want to tell her?”

Though Tara feels nervous, she nods her head nonetheless, “I trust her Mindy. It’s going to hurt like hell to talk about it again, but I want her to know. Besides, she’s in danger even being around us, so I feel like I owe it to her to tell her.”

Mindy agrees, she’d done the same thing with Anika when things got serious between them. She understands the position that Tara is in. “Okay. Call out if you need us.”

The three girls split off, heading their separate ways. 

Tara plops down next to where you’re splayed out on the blanket, her thigh bumping against your own. You grin lazily at her.

She takes a moment to herself to admire you. Her fingers card through your hair before shifting to smooth the pads of her thumbs across your cheeks. You relax into the touch, sighing softly.

Tara’s lips press to your forehead and you close your eyes at the gentle contact.

She murmurs out your name and you leisurely open your eyes. “I’m ready to tell you about what happened.”

You open your mouth to protest but she shuts down your attempt, “No it’s okay, I want to tell you. Everyone else is okay with you knowing. Even Sam.”

You sit up straight, “Even Sam? She knows about me?”

Tara eyes you a little guiltily, “ I told her a while ago that we’ve been hanging out. She isn’t thrilled about it, but she was glad to at least know. She’s been trying to meet you, but I keep turning her down. I didn’t want her to scare you away before I could give you the full story.”

It’s a little scary that Tara’s overprotective sister knows about you, but you reassure Tara that it’s fine. “Well at least we haven’t been sneaking around her back, she’d probably be more upset if that were the case. I’d love to meet her someday.”

Tara seems thankful that you don’t freak out about it. The two of you sit in silence for a moment. Tara turns to face you, a faraway look in her eyes. Sensing that things are about to get heavy, you give Tara your full attention. 

“Have you ever heard of the Stab movies?”

You scratch your chin in thought. “Maybe? I think I’ve heard of them but I’ve never seen one.”

“Well,” she explains, “The original movie is based upon a series of killings that took place in Woodsboro, California. The two killers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy and killed a bunch of their friends. After the first Stab movie came out, the events of the killings became well-known by everyone.”

You’re completely unsure why you’re hearing facts about this movie, but Tara must have a reason, so you remain silent.

“Ever since the original killings and the first Stab movie, different people have taken up the killer’s mantle. These series of killings have been repeated five different times and three of them have taken place in Woodsboro.”

You feel dumb, how hadn’t you heard about a literal horror movie being remade five different times? “Oh my gosh, I had no idea.”

Tara’s eyes brim with tears and she looks smaller than ever at this moment. “Y/N, I moved here from Woodsboro a few months ago.” 

You gasp and tears jump into your own eyes. You gently pull Tara into your lap to comfort her. “Oh Tara, I’m so sorry. It must’ve been so scary to live there.” 

You press a few soft kisses into her hairline as her tears begin to silently drip down her face. 

“I didn’t just live there." She pauses for a long moment. "I lived through one of the killings.”

Oh my god. Your body shakes as your own tears spill out. You hug her closer to you and she wraps her arms around your neck.

After a minute of quietly sobbing, she continues with what you are sure must’ve been a real-life nightmare, “It’s a tradition for the killer to wear a black cloak and a white mask with a screaming ghost face. I was home alone the first time I got attacked. I got stabbed seven different times and the killer broke my leg.”

She cries into your shirt and you clutch her so tightly in your arms. It’s unbelievable to hear that the girl who seems so put together at all times almost died a few months ago. 

“I was so scared when I woke up in the hospital. It was almost impossible to believe that I had survived. And then about a day later, I was attacked again at the hospital.”

You reach aimlessly into the picnic basket and fish out a bottle of water, which you then offer to Tara. She takes a meek sip, but gives you a grateful look.

“After that, Sam decided we needed to leave town. It wasn’t safe anywhere. But, I didn’t have an inhaler with me, so we had to stop at my girlfriend’s house, where I kept a spare. It was a trap, and my sister’s boyfriend Richie and my girlfriend, Amber, revealed themselves to be the killers.”

She sobs brokenly at the mention of her girlfriend. You do everything you can think of to comfort her, even while knowing that it would never be enough to make her feel better. The betrayal of her own girlfriend almost killing her would likely stay in her mind forever.

“Fighting spread all throughout the house. Eventually, Amber and Richie were overpowered. Sam killed Richie but I- I-” 

You coo at her and rub your hands soothingly around her whole body. She’s crying so hard she can barely breathe and you fish out the inhaler you’ve seen her take out of the front pocket of her pants many different times. You spew words of praise and encouragement at her as her shaky hand wraps around it and she takes a puff of much needed air.

Once her breathing has calmed, she continues her sentence from earlier, “I killed Amber. I shot my own girlfriend right in the forehead. I’ll never forget seeing her body crash into the ground. Some days I can’t live with the thought of what I did to her.”

“I’m so so sorry Tara. She never should’ve put you through that.”

Tara sniffles. “I lost so much over the course of three days. We all did. Our best friend Wes and his mother were killed. Chad was attacked and he lost his girlfriend, Liv. Mindy got stabbed in the shoulder. We didn’t deserve to go through all that pain.”

You hum in agreement. The three people you proudly called your friends certainly didn’t deserve that. You had so much more love and appreciation for them now knowing what they’d fought through. 

Tara has calmed down a bit and just as you think the worst of it is over, she speaks up again, “A few more things. Sam is the daughter of Billy Loomis, the original ghostface killer. I learned during Woodsboro that she and I have different dads. Mindy and Chad’s uncle, Randy, was a part of the original killings and didn’t make it through the second. Basically, all of this means that you’re in a ton of danger just from hanging around with us. Ghostface always comes back to haunt the survivors.”

While you should, you don’t care that your life is in danger. You’re more worried about someone coming back to attack your friends. You would never be the same if you lost one of them so cruelly.

Tara has stopped crying, but she still looks so sad. “I understand if you don’t want to hang around us, you know?”

You huff out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Tenderly, you tilt Tara’s chin up until her eyes meet yours. “Tara, I could never leave you or our friends. In fact, you’re going to have to try harder than ever to get rid of me. Now I’m the one who’s not going to let you out of their sight.”

Her brown eyes swirl with so many different emotions as she looks up at you. You’d pay a million dollars for the chance to take a peek inside her head right now. 

You’re suddenly met with the familiar warmth of her lips pressing gently into yours. You melt into the sweet kiss.

Tara pulls back reluctantly and bops you on the nose while she slowly climbs off of your lap. You miss her warmth immediately, but don’t protest.

“Look, Y/N, I really really like you. But as much as I want to be, I’m not ready for a relationship right now. I’m sorry, I never meant to lead you on.”

Tears spring out of your eyes despite your desperate attempts to keep them in. Though you are completely understanding, your heart still breaks at the news. “It’s okay Tara, I get it.”

She wants so badly to reach out and comfort you, but she feels she’s done enough damage for one night. 

You pull your knees up to your chest and cry softly. Tara, who you had flirted with and even kissed several different times, was now telling you she didn't want a relationship. Your hopes had been so high that things were going to work out romantically between the two of you that you hadn't prepared yourself for the possibility of being turned away. Regardless of the way your chest aches with sorrow, you feel stupid for crying in front of Tara, who has gone through so much. 

You swipe your tears away aggressively, berating yourself for your moment of weakness. “Can we still be friends?”

You don’t even really know why you’d asked the question. Being just friends with Tara, the girl you feel so strongly for, is going to tear you apart from the inside out. A whole new set of tears trickles uselessly down your face, clouding your vision completely. 

Tara’s heart clenches at the sadness that oozes out of you, “Of course.”

You can’t stay here anymore and let Tara witness you being a worthless mess. You call out to Anika and Mindy, who come rushing over. 

Before they make it into earshot, you whisper to Tara, “I’m sorry. I know it’s the asshole move, but I just need some time to get a handle on my feelings for you. I still really want to be your friend, but I can’t do it right away. I care about you so much, so please keep yourself safe.”

A protest flies out of her mouth as you stand up and dust yourself off. “I’m so sorry Tara, thank you for trusting me with everything, I’ll never tell another soul. See you in a bit.”

Anika and Mindy arrive shortly after you tell Tara goodbye. They try to call out to your retreating form, but you’re too wrapped up in your deprecating thoughts to listen. The three girls can only watch helplessly as you trudge further and further away.

[hobie-enthusiast]

I really love how you write!! I was wondering if you could so smth with hobie x autistic + sunshine!reader? I'm autistic, and i've constantly been belittled for it so it'd mean a lot to see my biggest cc with an autistic reader!! If you're worried about how to approach it maybe you could do smth like reader using noise canceling headphones? or like comforting when reader had an autistic meltdown?? Ofc these are just ideas, whatever you wna do!! Also don't fret if you don't want to do this request, just wanted to ask !!! ^w^

Oh and gender neutral with they/them pronouns please!! 🫶

- 🎀 anonymous

(Emoji signoffs are so cute!! hoping you don't mind me adding one !!!)

QUIET AND EASE !

— hobie brown x energetic!autistic!gn!reader

— fluff and comfort, autistic meltdown, noise canceling headphones, petnames (sweetheart, love), hobie’s worried and nervous, sensory overload, breakdowns due to loud noises, almost panic attacks

— time with your friends was always nice, but sometimes it got to be too much, and hobie is always there to help

— ill do u one better anon how about incorporating both 🫶 also ofc you can have an emoji! thank u for ur support!

— official disclaimer: the following fic and reader experience is based on my experience and also other aspects i have read up on. every autistic person is different, and they won’t all have this exact reaction when it comes to a meltdown. so pls keep that in mind when reading :) if anything seems wrong please feel free to tell me!

Everything was so so loud.

The two of you agreed two have friends over, a small hangout. It had been a while since everyone had hung out, so Hobie suggested hosting them. You agreed, wanting to see everyone again after a while.

You welcomed everyone excitedly, wanting to show off your place. “Hey guys! Come on in, let me give you a tour!”

You dragged them all around the apartment, pointing out various things that maybe they didn’t notice. Your favourites; some hanging pictures, pieces, and collectables.

The other owner of the place, Hobie, couldn’t help but smile a bit at your excited nature. That’s just how you were, naturally excited about your interests. He encouraged that, loving the way you seem to know so much about these types of things.

After a tour and explanations you so graciously provided, you ushered everyone to grab some dinner or snacks. You had some entertainment planned out, so you and Hobie let everyone decide what they wanted to do. It was a nice time, and you enjoyed your friend’s company.

But soon, they just got too rowdy for your liking. It was about a couple hours into get-together and Miles and Pavitr decided it would be a great idea to play some board and card games. Of course, the competitive nature led to some yelling between the teens.

You tapped out of the game a while ago, feeling an anxious nerve tapping at the back of your head. You hoped it was nothing. That you could continue enjoying your friend’s company.

Definitely not the case.

“Oh come on! I had it that round!” Miles groaned loudly, nudging Gwen. “I would have won!”

“But you didn’t! I remain the victor!” Pavitr declares loudly, collecting all the cards.

Hobie laughs lowly, finding amusement in the banter among the younger ones. It was nice hearing everyone just able to relax and not worry about their duties. Well, there was one person he hadn’t heard from in a minute.

The older turned to you, noticing the way you seemed to just be.. staring out. Your hands were messing with one another, and your leg was bouncing crazily. Your eyes were glassy, almost as if..

Oh. Oh no.

Subtly, Hobie scoots closer to you, minding himself to not touch you. “Doin’ okay, love?”

The words go into your head, you hear them. But it’s difficult to process. Were you okay? Was this okay? No, it wasn’t, but can you even say that? Should you tell him? Will you tell him? So many overwhelming questions.

“I-”

“Oh come on! You have to be cheating!”

A particularly loud yell from Miles causes you to flinch, head dropping to your knees. No, you weren’t okay. Not one bit. Tears sprang to your eyes quickly as your body rocks, hands harshly pushing against your ears.

This is when Hobie knew he had to spring into action. “Guys, c’mon, ‘s time t’ get goin’.”

Everyone looks up at Hobie, confused, with Gwen being first to speak up. “What? Hobie, we just got here?”

“‘m sorry, but you can come back ‘nother time. Please.” He requests, ushering everyone to stand up.

As Hobie tries to get everyone out and away, you’re off in your own world. Your head was spinning, all your sense coming at you at full force. Everything was crashing down on you, and you couldn’t stop it.

Once he managed to get everyone out, his feet were moving him to your shared room. He needed the essentials; your blanket, your headphones, and your phone. He’d get more once you asked, certainly. Rushing back to you, he kneels down, hands glued to his thighs.

“Hey swee’heart..” He says in a really quiet whisper, not wanting to upset you further. “‘m gonna put these on ya, okay? Jus’ real quick, then ‘m done.. I’ll be right over here for ya.”

He knew these types of things could be harmful, you told him that before. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt him. But letting you know what he’s doing helped a small part of your brain, one trying to gain regulation.

Carefully, Hobie moves to put your headphones on your head, the noise from the outside world coming to a halt. He moves back after, hands in your view as he backs up. That’s how he shows that he’s away, letting you have your space.

Next, he mimics your position, drawing his knees to his chest. Hobie’s nervous, he couldn’t deny, but all he could do was sit and wait. You needed your space, and he would be here to help you with the aftermath.

And then he just.. waits.

Once the sound is blocked out, that’s one less worry on your mind. You focus next on the tears streaming down your face. Everything felt sore, your mind was hurting. That made you want to cry.

You bit your lip as you shake your hands, trying to get some sort of stability. You focus on the movement of your hand, watching the rings Hobie let you steal jangle together. No doubt they make a nice sound, Hobie probably hears it.

Your brain waves start to slow down, you can tell. Without the overwhelming sense, you start to feel at ease. Some thoughts are able to run through.

‘Breathe. Think. Safe.’

You try your hardest to repeat these words in your head, continuously stimming as the tears finally stop. Without the horrible feeling of crying, it’s somewhat easier to understand what’s happening. The loud sounds were gone. You were okay.

By the time you managed to gain more of yourself, your head was hurting badly. Glancing up, you notice the way Hobie was looking at you. He had a worried expression. He didn’t wear it often, but he was now. He was nervous for you.

He gives a small wave, gaining a small laugh from you as you wave back. Then, he holds out his hand, giving you the option to take it. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you, he wants to help make you feel secure.

You cautiously take his hand, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. This instantly made you melt in his embrace. Exhaustion was catching up with you.

But things could be okay now. You were alone with Hobie, someone you trusted immensely.

Hobie was relieved when you allowed yourself to be embraced by him. He felt better knowing he could give you this sense of comfort. It was better than being able to do nothing.

Gently, he kisses your forehead when he feels your body slumping. “Mhm.. rest, swee’heart.. ‘m here..”

He knew his words were blocked by your headphones, but he still whispered them anyways. Almost like assuring himself. Everything was okay. You were okay.

Hobie decided that tonight was a good night for a sleep on the floor. He grabs your blanket, putting it over both of your bodies while lying back. He lets you adjust your body so you can sleep comfortably with the headphones on, which happens to be on his side with hands intertwined.

He was comfortable. You were comfortable. And he could easily fall asleep knowing that you would wake up and hopefully feel as good as you did earlier that day.

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I Take Whatever I Want, I Want You - Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader, Roy Kent x Fem!Reader

Jamie Tartt x Fem!Reader, Roy Kent xFem!Reader

Part One || Part Two

Content : jealousy, dickish behavior, slight argument, kissing

Word Count : 2.7k

Summary : Roy is jealous of the relationship that you and Jamie share. You don’t think you could be any more attracted to Jamie, until the Man City match. 

A/N : finally able to get through that writer’s block and get this part out! I’m very excited and can’t wait to hear what you all think. As always, pls like and reblog if you enjoy! thank you to @oneeyedvisenya for giving me the request of reader lovingggggg Jamie being a dick

You walk through the doors of Richmond, hand in hand with Jamie Tartt, your boyfriend. You smiled to yourself. You liked the way that sounded, and you can tell Jamie does too, by the way he proudly struts down the hallway. As you reach the locker room door, Jamie makes a ginormous show out of tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, giving you a sweet but subtly sexy kiss. 

When he turns to his teammates and coaches as you disappear into the office adjoining Ted’s, he points at Roy and smirks. “Have you met my girlfriend?” Roy flares his nostrils but doesn’t say anything as Jamie takes his seat in front of his locker. Just the knowledge that he has gotten inside Roy’s head was enough for him. 

Meanwhile, Roy was slightly panicking. Yes, he was jealous, but he didn’t think you would tell Jamie about the kiss the two of you shared. At least, not so soon. His mind was racing all through practice, and when he finally settled into his desk chair, you were fully immersed in the emails you were writing and responding to, headphones in. 

You checked off another item on your to-do list, and when you turned around, you jumped slightly. “Jesus Christ, Roy, I didn’t hear you come in.” He grunts in response. 

“That’s why you shouldn’t wear those fuckin’ noise cancelling headphones. Leaves you exposed.” 

“Oh? Were you gonna come in here and get me with silly string or pop a balloon full of shaving cream above my head?” You tease, and you get a smirk from Roy. 

“Fuck off. I’m already on your boyfriend’s shit list. Don’t make me smile at you and shit.” You mime zipping your lips and turn back to your computer. 

You type in silence for a few minutes until Roy clears his throat. “I..um.” He falters and then tries again. “I like you, you know.” 

You stop typing, your fingers hovering above the keys of your laptop, wondering what on earth you could say in response to this. 

You settle on “Thank you, you’re not too bad to be around yourself.” 

This earns another snort from Roy. “Not what I fuckin’ meant and you know it. I mean, I like you. I want to be with you.” 

At this confession, you turn around, your nails digging crescents into the palms of your hands. “You barely know me.” 

“I know enough to know you kiss like a fuckin’ goddess, yeah?” 

You blush crimson against your own free will and shake your head, turning away from him again. “That was lust and nothing more.” 

You can feel the silence in the air. It’s heavy. It’s palpable. Maybe you hurt Roy’s feelings. Good, you thought, maybe then he would stop his odd pursuit of you. Not able to stand the awkward silence, you stand up abruptly and grab your purse. “I’m going to get lunch. Have a good afternoon.” Roy stands up as well, his dark eyes landing on yours. 

“Please, wait.” 

You stop, looking at him with your head tilted. 

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything between us. I mean, fuck’s sake, I almost had you right here in this office writhing beneath me.” 

You open your mouth and then close it again. While you definitely did feel the lust he was talking about, you felt all of that towards Jamie and more. You take a deep breath, breathing out slowly through your nose. 

“I don’t feel anything between us.” You say, meeting his eyes with a hard gaze. You brush past him, out of the office, leaving him standing there. It didn’t make him want you any less. 

—

You plunk your lunch down in Rebecca’s office, angrily stabbing a large chunk of lettuce with your fork. Rebecca chews slowly, watching you. 

“You seem like you’re having a good day.” 

You glance up at her, and your face must have given a deadly look, because Rebecca presses her lips together and silently slides you a biscuit. 

“It’s Roy.” 

Rebecca nearly chokes. “What about Kent?” 

“Last week he kissed me. Hard. Very sensually.” 

“And Jamie?”

“That’s the worst part, Bec. Jamie was so understanding. But now Roy is saying he wants to be with me, he felt something, blah blah blah.” 

Rebecca has stopped chewing entirely, her eyes wide. You look up at her and groan, pushing your lunch away and letting your forehead fall to the table with a soft thunk. 

“Do you have feelings for Roy?” Rebecca asks, reaching out and petting your hair softly. 

Muffled, you respond. “Am I attracted to him? Sure. But I have all that and more with Jamie. Roy is just making things more complicated and it feels like he’s using me as some pawn in some silent competition against Jamie.” You lift your head, rolling your eyes. “And I am not a pawn. I’m a fucking grown woman in a relationship with Jamie fucking Tartt.” 

Rebecca whoops. “That’s right!” She pats your hand. “You’re absolutely stunning, love. Jamie is lucky to have you and Roy is lucky he even got to kiss you once.” 

You smile at her, feeling much better than you had when you initially sat down in her office. “Thanks Bec.”

“Anytime. Now, can you schedule me in with Ted?” 

—

When you arrive home to Jamie’s place that evening, you fall onto the couch, flexing your fingers. “I swear, tomorrow’s upcoming match had me typing ten times the emails I usually do!” You complain, stretching your hands again and massaging your palms. You see Jamie’s handsome face pop over the top of the couch and you grin instinctively.

“Well, sweetheart, good thing you’ve got me here to comfort ya.” And the next thing you know he’s over the couch and lying on top of you. You giggle as he puts his weight on you, and you kiss his hair, sighing contentedly. “Babe?” You hear him ask. 

“Hm?” You reply, a little sleepy now that he was in your arms. 

He looks up to meet your eyes, his blue eyes hesitating. He’s chewing his bottom lip, a sure sign that you had come to know as one of his nervous tics. “Um. I know it’ll be a bit early, but will ya board the team bus with me?” 

You smile at him. “Of course I will. Riding to the match with you sounds like a good excuse to snuggle you while I take a nap.” 

Jamie shimmies his body up slightly so he can catch your lips in a sweet kiss, and you feel him smile into it. He pushes himself up, and pulls you with him. “C’mon. Got to feed ya before ya start actin’ like a gremlin.” You giggle, hugging him from behind and following him to the kitchen, letting him guide you. 

—

Boarding the bus the next morning, you shiver slightly, and Jamie hands you his sweatshirt. You pull it on gratefully. You’re waiting for the rest of the team to shuffle into their seats when you feel Jamie protectively rest a hand on your waist. You look over your shoulder at him slightly but he’s looking straight ahead, his jaw clenched. You glance around and realize that Roy is watching the two of you carefully. When he sees you glance his way, he sends you a wink. 

You know Jamie saw it, because his fingers dig into your hip, never leaving your person until you’re both sitting side by side in the comfortable athletic bus seats. 

“Fuckin’ prick.” Jamie mutters, and you reach out and play with his hair, your fingers grazing the nape of his neck. He hums in acceptance, settling into his seat, and you lean in, kissing his jawline softly. 

“Focus that angry energy on the match, babe. No need to be cross now. You’ve got me, don’t you?” 

Jamie turns to you, his eyes considerably softer as he gazes at you. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. Pretty lucky, yeah?” He says, scrunching his nose and nudging your shoulder. You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself when you feel him kiss the top of your head. 

You were lucky to have him. He was kind, sweet, and understanding. You were also surprised that Jamie hadn’t punched Roy in the face, but you were sure another player on Man City would be on the receiving end of whatever anger he was still harboring. Towards Roy, towards his own father, it didn’t matter. You snuggle into Jamie, hoping that the match went well this afternoon. 

—

Ted had asked you to stand with him on the sidelines, taking notes on everything he was saying and wanted to remember later. He did this sometimes, especially when he wanted to remember any strategies the other team might be using, or remember a sub lineup that he might not have thought of before. 

Either way, you stood next to Ted with your small notebook, your pen over your ear, watching the game intently. Everytime Jamie ran by, he would point at you or give you a wink. 

Ted looks over at you after Jamie’s most recent show of gratitude towards you. “Y’all two really enjoy each other huh?” You nodded enthusiastically, and Roy rolls his eyes, prompting Coach Beard to elbow him in the side. 

You were secretly waiting for the moment the coaching team gave Jamie the signal. 

You didn’t have to wait long, and you watched Jamie become the cockiest prick you’ve ever seen. Taunting, jeering, cutting in front of people and maneuvering the ball like a pro. 

And then, he winks at you, strutting around while he hits his chest, tongue out. You swear to god that you go absolutely feral. You bite your lip subconsciously, not at all aware that Roy was stealing glances your way. Even if you had noticed, you wouldn’t care. You only had eyes for Jamie, and Jamie alone. He didn’t know this, but any time he did his cocky shit and stuck his tongue out…you had to restrain yourself from rushing the pitch like a madwoman, even before the two of you were together. 

When Richmond clinches the win, the team celebrates like mad, and before you know it, Jamie has rushed towards you, picking you up. You wrap your legs around him, kissing him fiercely. He smiles up at you, squeezing his arms a bit tighter around you. 

You trace his bottom lip with your pointer finger, and his eyes roam your face, a look of wonder behind his blue eyes. You lean in close enough for him to hear with the ruckus around you. “You are so fucking hot, Jamie Tartt.” 

 There’s that cocky grin again, his tongue poking through his teeth, and all you can do is crash your lips to his hungrily. Jamie seems slightly taken aback, but he melts into you all the same. There was no way you would ever admit to him that his prickish behavior turned you on. But you think he might know, anyway. 

“Just wait until I get you home after we go out and celebrate.” Jamie mutters, nipping at your ear and then your neck playfully. You laugh, kissing him multiple times, feeling like you couldn’t get enough of him. It almost felt like you weren’t standing on the pitch in front of everyone.

Roy watched the two of you, a strange feeling bubbling in his gut. Not just jealousy, or anger, but…longing? It felt like his mind halted. That was exactly how he felt about you. He was pining for you, and you didn’t even know the extent of it. He lets out a low growl and turns away from the pitch, seeking the solitude of the boot room. 

You notice him walk away and frown slightly, wondering why Roy wasn’t partaking in the same victory as the rest of the team. You wonder briefly if it had anything to do with you, but you shake the feeling off. 

“Love, I’m going to go and greet some fans, yeah? Will you be alright?” Jamie’s voice breaks through your wonder and you turn to him, touched by his need to assure that you’re okay. 

“You sweet boy, Jamie. Yes, go. I need to speak to Ted, Beard and Roy about the notes I took during the game anyhow.” You noticed Jamie’s grimace and kiss the look off of his face. “I’ll be fine.” You promise, smiling at him. 

Jamie walks away, an uneasy feeling churning in his stomach. He knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, but Roy could be one charming bastard. 

—

“Ted?” You called, assuming all three of the coaches had receded inside to talk strategy and about what could be done for the rest of the season. “Ted?” You called again. 

You see dark hair pop out of the boot room and into the guest locker room. “He’s not here.” Roy says, bluntly, with an impolite air about him. 

“Well, shit. I need to give him these notes.” You mutter, looking around. You spot Ted’s bag sitting on the chair he had occupied hours before, and plop the notes on top. “There. He’ll figure it out.” You say to yourself. 

“Why are you really back here?” Roy asks suddenly, leaning against the door frame. 

Against your better judgment, you let your guard down and sigh. “You looked angry when you walked off the pitch and I wanted to see if you were alright.” 

“I’ve just realized that I absolutely long for you, so no. I’m not alright.”

Your mouth goes dry. “You what?” You say stupidly, blinking at the ex-footballer. 

“You know, we really have to stop meeting like this. Cornering each other in rooms that feel much too cramped.” 

You roll your eyes and back up, not wanting to get caught in his intoxicating gaze again. “I guess that happens when you share an office with someone.” You retort, smiling tiredly. 

Roy licks his lips and clears his throat. “I know you feel something too. And it’s fine if you don’t want to say it. But I’m going to fuckin’ say it.” He stays where he is, figuring that he didn’t want to come off as intimidating. “I take whatever I want. And I want you. You are everything that I’ve ever wanted in a woman and I’m sorry it took me until now to voice it out loud.” 

Your ears feel like they might pop, and you suddenly feel lightheaded. “Roy…” You quietly warn. 

“That’s all I needed to say. Just know that I can be better for you than fuckin’ Jamie Tartt.” 

You shake your head. How do you even respond to a confession like that? “Fine. I did feel something the day you kissed me. But I feel that with Jamie too, and nothing can change the way I feel about him. I’ve loved that boy since I first met him and I don’t think any amount of lust can change that. I know you think I’m some perfect woman, but I’m not, Roy. I’m just me.” You shrug. “I’m flattered, really. But this…whatever it is…it’ll pass.” 

“I don’t think it will.”

“Please, Roy. Don’t say that.” You look away from him at this point, closing your eyes when you feel him come closer.  

“It’s the truth, babe.” He says softly. Softer than you’ve ever heard him speak, frankly. You open your eyes again and settle them on him, the look of pining on his face too much for you to handle. 

As you open your mouth to respond again, Ted walks in, and you quickly grab your notes and blend in with the rest of the team as they chatter and settle in. You quickly locate Jamie, who pulls you into his lap. Immediately you are at ease and you melt into him, feeling as if you fit together like two puzzle pieces.He presses soft kisses into your shoulder blades, unknowing of the conversation that had been taking place before. All Jamie can think about is you, and how happy he is that you’ve given him a chance. 

Meanwhile, all Roy can think about is you, and how miserable it is to watch you be loved by someone else. 

You purposefully ignore Roy Kent for the rest of the evening.

[usagii-bun]

𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | soulmate au! namor x f! reader! part 1 [REQUEST]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 — in which you were hired to be a nurse by the government for an expedition to the Atlantic Ocean in search for vibranium only for your ship to be ambushed and for you to also find your soulmate. [ this is the request that was sent to me and it's better explained here so pls do check this out before reading cause my synopsis sucks!]

i loved this idea so much! tysm @kpopgirlbtssvt for sending in this request! I really loved writing it and I wanted to take my time with this request so I had split it into two parts! i hope this is okay!

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PART 1

Soulmates. Many cultures and religions have different interpretations and stories about this concept.

The Greek philosopher Plato wrote that humans once had four arms, four legs and two faces. He stated that Zeus split us in half as a punishment for our pride, and we were destined to walk the Earth searching for our other half,

In Japanese culture it is believed that a  magical cord connects two souls. It may stretch or tangle, but never break. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances

while in Hindu culture, there's an idea that you have a karmic connection with a certain soul. It is called lehnu in the Gujarati language, which is the link with another soul that causes you to keep crossing paths, each time having a good impact on each other and improving our lives for the better.

There's many interpretation of what soulmates are truely here for, almost everyone in this world has one —  a person that you could find comfort in, confined in and is your other half.

But for you, you still never found yours. Everyday you hoped to find your other half but nothing. It's been years and you passed the point of when most people found their other half, making you feel anxious and scared.

What if you never find them or what if you weren't destined to have one ? Most people start to form a marking on their wrist at 18— the marking being one that resembles something that both people have a strong connection with.

Most cases people get their soulmate marking as late as the age of 24 but you have passed that age making you worried and now almost hopeless that you weren't given another half.

The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the ship broke you from your depressed thoughts as your skin tingle, your teeth grinding agaisnt each other causing your fingers to twitch as you felt extremly sensitive to the harsh noises as you placed your noise canceling headphones on—your body instantly easing up once you connected your headphones.

You were currently on a ship in the Atlantic Ocean—to be specific a ship that consisted of CIA agents and the U.S Navy whom were utilizing a vibranium detector in search of vibranium in the ocean.

You were hired as an on board nurse, you job was to be a responder during emergencies, perform patient assessments, assist providence with clinical diagnosing, and administer medications and tests.

Everything was going smoothly, there was no serious issues just people coming in to do their daily vitality check ups.

You were surprised you are managing quite well in this new environment as you are a person who has sensory issues and find certain things to be extremly overwhelming but everything was fine, to be honest you were enjoying this new experience.

It was like a fresh breath of air away from the mundane everyday city life and the consistent searching for your soulmate.

But something also drawn you to join this expedition — not mainly money or change of life but the strong sensation to be close to the ocean.

You found comfort in the ocean. At times when the waves crashed harshly, it did cause you to feel extremly sensitive to the noise but at times when the ocean was calm, it felt like it was calling out to you, to join it.

There was something so hypnotic about the ocean to you, almost every weekend you would be at the beach— either just taking a walk on the shore and collecting sea shells or dipping your feet in the water.

So when you got the job opportunity to be on board and explore deeper parts of the ocean you could not turn down the offer ( and also the amount of money they were willing to pay you).

'If I can't have a soulmate than money should be my other half and comfort.' You thought, oddly that cheered you up as you thought of the things you want to get yourself once you are back on land as you start to unpack the medication from the stock room onto your shelves , extremly oblivious to the commotion that was occurring on the ship.

You were extremly focused on what you were doing that you didn't realize that someone else was in the room until you turned around, the medication you had in your hand fell to the ground.

Your eyes widening, the pulse behind your ear starts to throb. In front of you stood a man whom held a sharp spear like weapon but what shocked and scared you even more was his appearance. His skin a azure blue, body adorn with jewels and metals and what looked like an apparatus covering his noise and mouth.

A scream leaves past your lips, your heart beating faster. For once you extrmely regret wearing your noise canceling headphones as two people whom also had the same daunting appearance as the man came into the room after hearing your screams, their spears pointed towards you, your hands shakily take off your headphones to hear what they say and to try and communicate with them.

The sharp tip of the spear coming towards your neck, pressing against your flesh as tears start to brim at the corner of your eyes, your heart beating faster and faster as you felt like you were about to hyperventilate.

You have no experience with any combat or fighting, you could not escape this as you blinked your eyes as you start to plead for your life, tears falling from yours eyes and cascading down onto to your cheeks, your cheeks turning an apple red as you choke on your words.

"P-please I'll do anything, please don't kill me. I-I don't want to die." You cried out, your voice shaky as your legs felt weak as you fall to your knees, the spear following your movements.

"We should take her to K'uk'ulkan first, she might have insight on the scientist as the others didn't give in." one of the people said, the language was foreign to you and you didn't understand anything they said as you felt the spear coming closer to your neck once again.

There was no repsone to what the perosn said, instead a strong hand grasped onto your upper arm causing you to whimper as tears cascaded down your cheeks, the person pulling you up to your feet as they dragged you out of the room.

Your mind was jumbled up with so many questions , fear burning through out your body as you felt your senses overload. Your mind was frantically running in circles, your eyes widen when you find the corpses of CIA agents and marines , each brutally murdered and their blood splashed across the metal hallway as the bile in your throat burned, the heavy smell of blood entering your nose making you feel quisy and light headed, your hands and feet tingling as you hoped that this was all just a nightmare.

The chilled night air nips at your skin once you are on the top deck, the night sky and the moon being the witness of what was going on, the moonlight sparkled agaisnt the ocean and the tear stains that stuck to your skin.

There were more of these blue people on top and more corpses of people you have worked with scattered around making you feel nauseas as the man's grip on your forearm tightening as he walked towards a man and woman.

Your heart for some reason suddenly lurched in your chest, a cold draft falling upon you as the pulse in your neck starts to beat faster , you senses becoming even more alert.

"K'uk'ulkan" the three soliders say in unison, the man had his back facing them, a lady next to him— her skin a similar shade of blue to the men that have captured you but through your blurry eyes you noticed the man that's back was facing you— his skin was not blue rather a milky brown color. You skin pricked with goosebumps at the sight of him as he turns around.

Everything about him oozed regality from the confidence his body language gave off. He was muscluar and his chets was adorn by a large gold and jade neck plates, a necklace strung with shells and pearls hung around his neck too.

What looked like gold bracletes were cuffed around his biceps, wrists, and ankles.

He was extremly beautiful, the epitome of beauty. It made your heart haywire but his beautiful was covered with a scowl, eyes burning with anger and hatred towards you making you feel uneasy at the mixed emotions you felt towards this odd stranger.

You continued to cry, in fear of your life, you have never been in such a situation. Your breathing coming out uneasy as K’uk’ulkan comes towards you, his spear being held in a position to strike but when you look up at him again, your eyes filled with fear, tiredness and pain, your eyes that sparkled like the light that reflects off of the ocean — he hesitate.

Something warm fills his chest, his heart banging agaisnt his chest frantically as he without a second thought looked down at his wrist, a small marking was carved into his skin. It looked like someone had taken a knife and had curved the sign of the water element, his gaze moving away from this and towards you.

His gaze softens, the gaze that was once filled with hatred changed. He signals for his people to let go of you and they do without hesitation as you crumbled to the ground, loud sobs leaving past your lips as you quiver in fear.

K'uk'ulkan look down at you, he gaze at you with confusion and wonder. His heart in conflict that a surface dweller is his soulmate. The person he had been waiting for nearly 500 years. He had waited for centuries for his other half that he had almost given up on the idea of him having a soulmate.

Your loud sob breaks him out of his thoughts as his brows furrow in concern as he bends down towards you, your eyes closed shut in fear as you start to breath heavily.

Without hesitation, K'uk'ulkan placed his hand on your should— an instant surge of electricity shocked the both of you causing your eyes to open and his to widen in shock. The sensation felt amaizng, it seemed to calm you down and it made him feel a slight ease in his heart.

You look up at him with teary eyes, your gaze being met with warm brown eyes that calmed you down abit as a warm hand suddenly came and cupped your cheeks gently, your eyes widening at this sensation that made your skin tingle, your heart beat faster as the pad of his thumb gently wiped away the tears that collected underneath your eyes, you sniffles lightly.

The fear still stuck to you as your eyes move away from his and towards the people that surrounded you making you to take in a shaky breath in.

"It's okay." he spoke in english, his voice was soothing, it made your heart flutter as you start to breath normally your hands on their own moved towards the large hands that cupped your face as you placed your hands on top of his. That same electrifying sensation incapsulated the both of you, your hands felt soft against the top of his.

He gently moves his hand off of your face, as he takes your left hand in his. Your eyes still trained onto him, your soul aching as he looks down at your wrist and saw the freshly red scar marked on it — a water sign as he brushed his thumb aagisng it sending a shiver down your skin as you look down, his hand gently holding your hand as you notice the marking on your wrist, your eyes widen, heart skipped a beat as you looked back up at him but your still felt scared, the people around the two of you still made you feel uneasy as you quiver lightly.

K'uk'ulkan noticed this and without hesitation, he pulls you towards him. Your eyes widen as your body shook from fear, from everything that had just occured.

He held onto you delicately in his arms in a protective manner. You placed your hands on his bare chest, his skin was moist yet warm just being close to him made you feel safe as he gently pets your hair and soothingly whispers to you.

"I have waited for you, for so many centuries." He softly says as he gently tucks behind a strand of your hair. A warm gaze on his face as you finally calmed down.

He gently lifts you up with him, his arm securely wrapped around your waist as your side was flushed agaisnt him as he turns towards Namora and says something to her that you didn't understand, you watched as the woman warily eye you but nods her head , she indicates to the other warriors to leave as they all jump off the ship and into the water causing your eyes to widen as K’uk’ulkan notices this and gently pats his hand agaisnt your waist to comfort you.

You watched as the woman takes off the apparatus on her face and hands it to the man, he nods his head as she jumps into the water.

K'uk'ulkan turns toward you, a soft expression on his face as he holds it in front of your face . One of his hands gently placed on the side of your face as he stares deeply into your eyes.

" you have to trust me and wear this mask, I will take you to a much safer place and explain everything to you. " he gently explained, your eyes showed slightly conflict making him feel anxious for you response.

You gulped thickly and you placed your hand over his.

"I'll come with you but what is your name? " you asked him, your heart pounding agaisnt your chest.

A smile cracked on his face.

" K'uk'ulkan " he says, your brain engraving the name into your mind.

"and yours ? "

"Y/n " you said, his head tilt lightly and the smile was still etched on his features.

" y/n " he repeats, testing your name on his tongue as it rolled off with ease from his mouth, the way he said your name made your heart skip a beat.

"I'm ready, K'uk'ulkan. " you softly said, a shiver running down his spine when you uttered his name as he gently place the mask on your nose and mouth as he softly say something that slowly made you feel drowsy before everything went dark.

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(probably) rejected going seventeen ideas

On the off chance someone from the seventeen team is reading this (((like you probably did with the hide and seek post AHEM COUGH COUGH jk unless)))) I present to you my GOSE ideas:

They are in a courtroom and have to defend each other. The case should be something that actually happened (i.e one of their petty fights) They can present their arguments with irrelevant proof (for example, Mingyu is a lawyer, and the other party’s lawyer Seungkwan presents a picture of Mingyu flexing his muscles and says he’s a show off or some shit bc he wants to EMBARRASS HIM) Since there’s 523 members of svt some could be lawyers, defendants, judge, key witnesses and jury… hell, someone could be a security guard. Also I am merely a fan of seventeen in suits (update: they actually did this one omg)

BET ON MY BESTIE. They are all given a prompt and they have to bet on which member they think would do it best. The betted on members have to prove whether or not they can do it. For example, “Which member can do 30 pushups in 15 seconds?” You have everyone SCREAMINGG hyping up Woozi Mingyu and Joshua. You’d have Hoshi making crazy promises like “JOSHUA IF YOU WIN THIS I’LL BUY YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT” and then when Joshua wins Hoshi’s like “🤭 just kidding”

SVT building ikea furniture in two teams. One member is blindfolded, another member is wearing noise cancelling headphones and another is not allowed to talk -> these three have to some how relay the instructions to the rest of the team

This is definitely a long shot but seventeen WIPE OUT edition. I wanna see Dino bounce off a huge red ball

I KNOW YOU REMEMBER SILENT LIBRARY PLS DO THIS I KNOW VERNON WOULD ACTUALLY COMBUST FROM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH AND EVERYTHING IS FUNNIER WHEN IT’S QUIET

An actual serious game of dodgeball pleaseeeeeeeeee. I know y’all did it for the Jun appreciation day video but they were purposely trying to let Jun win. I wanna see S coups whip a ball

They each design an article of merch (hoodies, shirt, sweatpants, hat, etc). The twist is they have to keep passing on the merch to the next member and add on to the design every 15 minutes until it’s gone thru all 13 members. It’d be cool to see the behind the scenes of something they made collectively and it would be CHAOS. Imagine The8 being really proud of his drawing and then Hoshi gets it next and draws a big ass evil banana or something idk. The merch gets sold on their website for a limited amount of time.

Seventeen in a BIG ASS MAZE and each person has to find a specific member among it in order to exit. Imagine DK runs into Jun but needs to find Vernon so DK starts yelling “GET OUT OF THE WAYYY” Minghao would do some shit like wait by the exit until his partner found him pls

They get to style a member and make them pose however and wherever they want for a picture. At the end, the pictures are presented and the members have to guess who styled them and who got the best makeover ((winners get a wish ticket))

All 13 of them (or two teams) have to shoot a low-budget music video for one of their b-side songs

They wear prosthetics and go undercover in public and have to fulfil 5 tasks

MAFIA (DONT LIE) BUT pairs are handcuffed together (one team of three people). Ideally, the pairs are of the most unlikely duo/the ones who bicker a lot. If you want it to be simpler, ask every member many days prior to compile a list of who they would most to least like to be handcuffed to. Only on the day of do they find out they are handcuffed to the person they listed last. They play Don’t Lie Mafia as they usually would. Throughout the set are a limited amount of handcuff keys (so not every duo can separate) This would be A MESS. If your partner is eliminated, they become separated and the remaining member goes on solo. My goal here is to have a lot of fighting i.e Wonwoo wants to go left but Woozi wants to go right but they BOTH can’t have what they want. Josh is mafia and Mingyu is getting close to finding the prize money so Josh leads the poor man astray bc Mingyu trusts him. Okay, honestly I can’t think of a full concept but I would still love to see them handcuffed to each other. In my head it’s Hoshi-Seungkwan, Jeonghan-Dino, Mingyu-Josh, DK-Jun-Scoups, Vernon-The8, Wonwoo-Woozi

Shark Tank Parody. The8, Joshua and Woozi are sharks. Each member has to present a product… the catch is they have no idea what their product is until it’s their turn. Really reliant on improv (similar to their seventeen got talent GOSE)

Idk what the actual scenario is but one member is wearing a secret headset and is being told what to do by the staff. Either no other members are aware and think that one member is being a weirdo OR all members are wearing headsets and they have to figure out who is being controlled (Similar to Mystery Mystery GOSE and Secret Santa GOSE)

They recreate their PLEDIS auditions. They are styled with similar hair, outfits and introductions. They sing and dance to their audition songs. The members are not allowed to laugh or they get shocked.

A chill GOSE where they sit around a campfire roasting marshmallows and tell each other their real life ghost stories. Potentially a prank on DK where they disappear into the darkness one by one

SVT AS BOBA SHOP EMPLOYEES??? IDK WHAT I WANT FROM THIS BUT I WANT THIS

Likely would be an end of year video but a trivia game where they are shown moments of their year (or even their overall lives together) and it’s in a game show format where the goal is to select the right answer. (For example, they are shown a picture and asked where it was taken with A,B,C,D options) It’s a recap of their year and they can explain the moment in more depth

[lamarkeu]

I Don’t Like This

Synopsis: Mingyu thinks he’s capable of compromising the feelings he has for you in order to maintain your friendship. He finds that the favors you and his team members ask only seem to make things more difficult.

Genre: Non Idol!AU, SPY!SVT, Scientist!Reader, fluff, angst and suggestive

Word Count: Just a little over 2k (I proof read it once so if there’s any grammatical errors pls let me know).

A/N: There’s no SVT sector for NIS in real life, so for the sake of this story it stands for Sector for Violent Crimes and Terrorism. Let me know if you want me to do drabbles with the other members too. I’ll be working on more WIPS after my camping trip 👀

You and Mingyu met on the first day of spy academy where the two of you were sat comfortably at the top of your class both in brains and brawn’s respectfully. The big wigs at The National Intelligence Service payed close attention to the two of you, only accepting a few graduates each year.

There was an unspoken bond you gained over the course of being partners for your time at school. He swears if it weren’t for your leg injury during the final test the NIS would’ve picked you up as agents.

Lost was one way you could describe life after your injury. If it weren’t for his words of encouragement, you probably wouldn’t have even considered the scientist position at NIS’s newest team: the sector for violent crimes and terrorism.

Your team initially had five founding members including Mingyu, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Seungcheol and yourself. As word came in of the success of your missions resumes from newly graduated agents would come piling in. The main office is now home to 26 members.

Mingyu was one of the teams top agents who worked hard until the end of every work week. The tasks he was given off the field seemed to make them drag on, like when Seungcheol requests him to test the new plasma gun before clocking out for the night.

The shooting range was oddly quiet; the only sound he could hear was your sweet voice instructing your newest intern on how to work your newest creation.

“Last time I checked those guns were for field agents. Not lab interns.” He yells earning him an eye roll from Wonwoo.

You turn to him, “Well, as head of our lab, I wanted to show off the hard work and brain power he’s contributed to our team-” You can't help but shake your head at the usually friendly giant, as he pulls his sleeves up to show off his biceps. “Please tell me you have protective gear.”

“Here, borrow mine.” Wonwoo offers a fresh pair of earplugs from his lab coat tossing it towards Mingyu before taking his protective noise canceling headphones off.

Mingyu all but yells at you as you leave the room. “Where are you going? Don’t you need to monitor him?”

Their first encounter had Mingyu mistaken Wonwoo for their new office intern Seungkwan and gave him money to buy everyone coffee.

This small confusion almost resulted in someone almost destroying the lab and the photocopier. Mingyu has since been banned from asking interns to go on coffee runs and from using the offices coffee machine.

“I’m his boss, not his babysitter. Besides, he's a natural and I’m done my shift.” Patting the two of them on the shoulder before making your exit. “Have a good night boys.”

Mingyu picks up a second plasma gun on the wall and gets a few head shots on the target. Before gloating about his shot Wonwoo fired his rounds and left identical holes. “You got a pretty nice shot for a lab rat.”

“Look, I’m gonna cut to the chase. I know you don’t like me but I want to put aside our differences to ask you what kind of gift I should Y/N as a thank you for training me- why are you laughing?”

“Wait, that wasn’t a joke?” His eyes stared at him. “I guess I never saw you as a gift giving type.

“That’s okay right?” Mingyu kind of stares at him in confusion before Wonwoo explains, “I always thought you two had a thing.”

“We’re just friends.” He manages to stutter out. “Last time I checked we’re still at work, discussing any personal business could result in-”

“Relax, I’m not here to grill you, I just need to know her preferences for flowers. Who better to ask than her work husband.” Mingyu's face gets all red at the nickname Wonwoo chose.

“Don’t get flowers, Y/N hates how she has to take care of them 24/7. Get something like a cactus.”

-

Mingyu walks in with his morning coffee a few days after that encounter. A bitter taste leaves the field agent’s mouth as he tries to determine if it came from his latte, the little cacti sitting at your desk or the Instagram post you took with Wonwoo at a fancy dinner restaurant.

He shakes his head of those thoughts, holding tightly to the second cup in his hand; a green tea for you. The hope this gesture could have him fall into your favour once again is immediately beaten to a pulp as he see you at your desk with none other than the office flirt, Yoon Jeonghan. He watches from afar as the older calls you that dreaded nickname.

Back when they all first started Jeonghan had difficulty remembering your name so he would also call you “Baby girl”, to get your attention. No matter how many times it gets thrown around it’s almost impossible for Mingyu to keep his entire body from cringing.

Amidst their usual morning exchanges Mingyu hadn’t noticed the cup Jeonghan was hiding behind his back until it was offered up to you. He could only assume it was the same drink he had in his hands.

In an attempt to save face, slowly making his escape towards the lab doors before turning to see the devil himself right in front of him.

“Just the man I was looking for. Remember how I saved your ass from getting caught in a sting operation and how you said you’d pay me back with a favor?”

“Can you please get to your point, I have a meeting with Joshua and Seungcheol about getting my coffee machine privileges back.”

“Help me break up Wonwoo and Y/N.” Jeonghan announces almost nonchalantly.

Mingyu stutters out in confusion, “T-they're not together.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you tell that to the little cactus Y/N keeps flaunting around the office.” He takes his phone out, showing Y/N’s most recent story where her cactus sits quietly at her desk with a hat sticker over it.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“What no,” Mingyu doesn’t miss the hesitation in his answer. “Wonwoo’s a newbie so he doesn’t realize how hard it was for her to get here. Can’t have him risking all that hard work because some lab tech isn’t able to keep his feelings in check.” As if he were trying to convince himself that was in fact the only reason.

“Don’t act like you don’t like her too. Your cup of tea and coffee is really telling.”

“Look you can do what you want just don’t get me involved. I’m already in trouble with Seungcheol as is.”

Jeonghan looks down at his pocket after hearing it go off. He checks the caller before leaving Mingyu “Just do me a favor and let me know if you have any intel. I have a friend that likes her and wants to ask her out.”

-

Seungcheol wraps up the team meeting with his agents and their new assignments. He’s posted in Manila to arrest major drug traffickers bringing heroin to Seoul while Chan is stationed in Busan to deal with an underground fighting ring.

You’re asked to stay at home base to communicate with Mingyu over earphones and also act as a translator.

“Careful out there, your smart mouth has the tendency to put you in harms way and I’m afraid I won’t be there to patch up your wounds.” There’s a slight sense of change in your tone.

Mingyu often puts himself on the line as a field agent, so there have been a few times he’s gotten close calls. His heart warms at this worry

“I promise, I will try to be on my best behavior. You on the other hand need to promise me you’ll actually sleep while I’m not around to nag you.” He reassures you, trying to lighten up the atmosphere with a little laugh.

You smile in agreement, “Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow then, okay?”

“Perfect. Bye Y/N.”

Chan makes his way over to his partner as he finishes the last of his coffee.“Mingyu Hyung, are you meeting up with Y/N anytime soon?”

“Tomorrow actually to go over what items to bring on our trip, why what’s up Chan?

“I wanted to return the equipment she let me borrow at the last siege.” He explains. “I also wanted to check to see if you asked her out yet?”

Chan was one of the few people who knew about his feelings. Having been paired together for as long as they’ve worked here, they often shared with each other their personal lives. Mingyu's silence in and of itself was pretty telling.

“You’re not gonna know how she feels until you ask. There are a lot of people willing to step in if you’re not brave enough, me included.”

Mingyu’s eyes go wide as saucers at the sudden confession.

“Y/N is a catch and deserves to be treated well instead of being strung along by your below average flirting.”

-

Attending a ball was the last thing Mingyu thought he would be doing while working undercover. With your insight you managed to notify the whole team that their target would be hosting an event to cover up their money trail. Insisting you stay behind past closing to help lead Mingyu through this mission.

For the most part it went well though there were a few times you had to prompt him through his ear piece to get over the language barrier between him and some guests. Carefully you access the hotel cameras from your office computer to monitor Mingyu’s movements.

He breaks away from the crowded convention centre, to avoid the prying eyes of the public seeking refuge in the mens washroom before sending the signal to the other NIS agents to arrest the target.

The sound of static is heard in his ears breaking apart the sound of running water before he closes the tap, “I need a favour.” Your voice come through clear as day.

“Surprisingly, you wouldn’t be the first person to ask me that this week.” He scoffs before running through the sides of his hair with hands.

“I need someone to act as my date for my high school reunion. Is there any member of the team you could introduce me as a boyfriend?”

The silence on his end was almost deafening that you’re convinced his audio cut out, but before you can say anything he replies with a monotone, “None.”

“What about Chan or Wonwoo?”

“No. Just go alone.”

“Why?” You pry.

The discomfort caused by that question is followed by him trying to shut the conversation down, stating, “Can we talk about this when I get back. I don’t like this.”

You scoff at his stubbornness, “Why not?”

“It’s just because-“

“Why?” You whisper into his ear.

“You’re my wife.”

“Yeah, your work wife. I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal- wait.”

Mingyu hears the sound of the bathroom door opening as she stops. Quickly he rushes into one of the stalls and whispers to you in confusion. “What?”

“I knew it, you are jealous.” grinning satisfyingly as you reveal the truth “I wanted to see if you’d actually cave into the guys showing interest in me and you did.”

His brain finally clicks, having found out what she was insinuating. “Not cool, Y/L/N. You could’ve just asked me how I feel about you.” He feigns being upset as the sound of the door closing signals that the other occupants in the washroom have left. “When is your reunion?” He asks wanting to keep his heart from beating out of his chest after his subtle confession.

“A week from today at my old high school.” She reassures him.

“Perfect, I’ll be back from this mission in three days.” Finally getting back to the ball room he watches the other agents on standby to follow his signal. “I can take you out on a real date the next time we meet before the reunion.”

To keep yourself from squealing, you cover your face and say a muffled, “I’d like that a lot.” The target comes into view on your security camera making a run towards the back exit where Mingyu was standing. “Gyu, our guys making an escape on your left.”

Sound of sirens could be heard in the background, as Mingyu corners their target in the gardens of the venue with the help of local police. He whispers a quick thank you to Y/N before heading to his rental car. For a moment he sits trying to take everything in.

His curiosity wins over him quite easily this time from having drank a little too much champagne, “I understand how you convinced Wonwoo to be part of your plan but how did you get Chan and Jeonghan?”

You simply tell him it’s a secret. He groans unsatisfied with that answer. You laugh it over for the most part, mentally reminding yourself to treat Wonwoo and Chan for helping out. From across your desk you see Jeonghan chatting away with Seungcheol, the two walk past the lab window to the direction of the cafeteria for lunch. You’re left wondering what he said to Mingyu as he was never a part of your plan.

[trickarrows-bishop]

just send me kj thoughts, autistic or hoh idm

hmmmm 💥💥💥

autistic kj :

she would definitely LOVE a pair of noise cancelling headphones oh my god

me thinks she would also probably have a service dog in a modern au - WAIT PATTI MAYBE ???

she will find something new to hyperfixate on and eventually will start to talk to mac about it. after a while she gets scared bc mac hasn’t said anything and apologises and mac is like ??? what i was listening why r u being quiet stop no wait come back i wanna hear more pls <3

she and mac in a modern au would play minecraft together btw this isn’t even autistic kj this is just The Truth

hoh kj

she probably doesn’t go out that often without one of the paper girls with her. especially like with people outside of the group because she’s worried they’ll make fun of the fact she’s hoh.

that’s acc why she prefers to work on hell day as she would then have to stay in on halloween instead of going to parties with the chances of being in large crowds of loud people

she and mac (when they’re gfs ofc) learn how to sign ily to each other and do it before they go off on their separate ways on their newspaper rounds <333

OLD WATCH KJ EHEHEHEHEHE

she probably feels really odd and out of place at her parent’s funeral dude. she doesn’t even remember these two people, and they’re… her parents? that’s her mom and dad? but she doesn’t even remember them…

when they get back to their timeline i imagine she doesn’t want to at the beginning but mac tells her to try out for the hockey team again. at first she’s great, but then there’s an incident with a player on the opposite team. it’s nothing serious- it’s like any other game when one player accidentally shoves into the other in the heat of the competition. but kj stills. was she being violent? fuck she should never have done this.

[blackacre13]

can we have a Lou who talks/mumbles in her sleep and it can be a mix of soft things she won’t necessarily say out loud but also dirty talk and the team overhears. Debbie is unbothered because it’s basically her nightly soundtrack but Tammy is BEGGING PLS MAKE IT STOP

“She did it again,” Amita warned, looking over at the blonde, who was sprawled out in her favorite armchair with legs spread wide and her head thrown back, mouth slightly a jar as she mumbled half-coherently.

“Baby, stop it. You’re such a tease,” Debbie laughed, enjoying how squirmy Lou’s sleep talking was making the team. “It’s just a moan or two, guys. Could be a sex dream. Could be a stress dream. Leave her alone. Her new meds make her drowsy.”

“Hot,” Tammy rolled her eyes.

“It’s like being married to my grandfather who always fell asleep with his pipe in his mouth,” Debbie wagged her eyebrows at Tammy.

“You two are disgusting,” Tammy sighed.

“Shhh,” Debbie shushed her, sitting down on the couch with her refreshed mug as she smiled dreamily at her wife before turning back to the aggravated woman across from her. “Just watch the movie. She’s barely making any noise.”

“Debsssssss,” Lou hissed, her eyes still closed, but a smile glinting across her lips. “Deb, stop it. You know that tickles.”

Debbie was highly amused, trying not to crack up too loudly and pause the show that was Lou Miller dreaming by hiding behind her mug with a shit-eating grin as Tammy glared daggers at her.

“Be glad you have headphones in,” Constance mumbled, looking over at Nine with jealousy as she tried to pay attention to the movie, wincing as the blonde let out a deep moan that seemed to startle half the group as well as Tammy tossed Debbie a pointed look now that whatever dream Lou was having seemed to be escalating.

“Fuckkkk, baby,” Lou groaned. “I love how wet you get for daddy.”

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope,” Tammy yelled, standing up from the couch as she stuck her fingers in her ears, starting to march away like a petulant child. “Too far. Way too far, Deb. Shut her up.”

“Jesus, Miller,” Nine shook her head, taking her headphones off. “This noise cancellation ain’t doing shit.”

Debbie still wasn’t mad, she was merely regretting that the rest of the crew was here so she couldn’t climb into Lou’s lap, straddling her and see where things went if she woke the blonde up with some kisses to her collarbone and maybe a sneaky finger or two, but she got up, putting her mug on the table as she headed over to the blonde, rubbing her shoulder gently as she tried to rouse her, whispering softly.

“Baby,” Debbie murmured. “Lou, baby, you fell asleep.”

“You take my cock so good, honey.”

Debbie was turning beet red, but still highly amused, trying to squeeze one of Lou’s hands and scratch at her head slightly to try and make her stir, but it was only seeming to spur her on, her eyelids fluttering as she dreamed, hands gripping at her own thighs making Debbie unabashedly curious as to what exactly Lou thought she was gripping.

“Turn her off, Debbie,” Tammy spat. “Literally. Make that shit stop.”

“Maybe we should head elsewhere?” Rose suggested, her face more red than the fabric she was working with on her lap as Daphne elbowed her, teasing the older woman.

“Deb, throw some water on her or something,” Amita groaned, covering her eyes as she rocked back and forth on the floor.

“Yeah, make her wet, Deb,” Daphne snorted. “That’ll make her calm down.”

“Lou, honey, we’ve got company,” Debbie sighed, running out of options that would be socially acceptable in front of the crew.

“They can watch,” Lou mumbled. “But you’re mine, baby girl. I don’t want anyone else’s hands on you. Tell me who you belong to, pretty girl.”

“Maybe not here,” Debbie whispered, shaking the blonde more rapidly now by the shoulders as Lou finally started to stir, practically falling out of the chair as she opened her eyes in confusion looking to the side as she blinked, wiping at the non-existent drool on the side of her mouth.

“Debs?” She yawned, looking up at her wife who was smirking at her, crossing her arms. “Honey, I just had the most amazing dream. What do you say to climbing up on daddy’s lap and letting me show you, sexy?” Lou grinned, slapping her thigh as she winked at Debbie.

Tammy cleared her throat and Lou’s eyes grew wide for only a second as she seemed to remember that they had an audience and that she hadn’t fallen asleep or woken up, just the two of them in their bed, but in front of the entire team.

“How bad was it?” Lou whispered, looking up sideways at Deb with a worried look.

“Well, apparently,” Debbie coughed. “I take your cock so good and I need to tell you who I belong to, daddy,” Debbie whispered as a faint blush spread over Lou’s cheeks before she shrugged, her face widening into a grin.

“You know what?” Lou laughed, looking around. “I’m not even sorry. Fuck it.”

“Fuck me,” Debbie moaned softly.

“You don’t even have an excuse, Ocean,” Tammy hissed, snatching at her purse blindly as she made for the door. “I mean the two of you are a hundred years old combined. Show some dignity, you perverts.”

[murumokirby360]

My Redragon Hylas (H260) Gaming Headset Review (w/ my Paper Dolls) - Part 2 (Final) [Jan 18th, 2023]

Hi! Here's Part 2 (Final) of my Redragon Hylas (H260) gaming headset (featuring my paper dolls). 🎮🎧😊

And in this part, I'm testing out my new gaming headset using my PC & my smartphone (Honor 8C).🎧➡️📱🖥️

If you haven't seen my Part 1, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let's get started:

My recorded video 🎦📲: (Pls watch.)

• Here it is, time for some audio test, and let's start with my (Windows 10) PC. As I unstrap the nylon cable, I quickly show you this awesome-looking splitter, and tugging the nylon braided numerous times to show how strong this cable is before 💪 I uncap these protectors & plug these three onto my computer. 🙂🎧➡️🖥️

• Aside from the sound quality from two earmuffs, my headset lit up the RGB lights! How cool is that!? 😃💡🎧 Even better when I turn off the lights for a true coloring lit! However, I've noticed a big bleeding light because of their cheap thin plastic. Still, looks cool though. And what better pair than my current mechanical keyboard from the same brand as my headset! 😁🎧⌨️💡

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• And here are some pictures of what RGB light should look like. Unfortunately, I can't adjust nor customize my likings (namely my favorite color → 💙) with the RGB light, as it's already predetermined to subsidize the cost. Such a shame...😕

• Now, what about the sound quality? Well, according to the official manual, the Hylas (H260) uses a 50mm dynamic driver unit to improve sound quality while playing games. And no, it didn't include a surround audio feature, like other expensive gaming headsets. I've listened some music, videos from youtube & other audio softwares with my new gaming headset for 2 to 3 hours, I even compare it with my current ZNT headset to determine which is the better sound. And my thoughts about the Hylas were, fairly decent, but not great. 😕 When I listen to bass-related music, it went muffled sometimes. The same goes to vocals & voices from listening/watching Youtube videos, they're often ruining the quality. And the separation, the treble, and other important tones? Well, subpar... Nothing new on the audio table. And in terms of better sound between the Redragon Hylas & the ZNT Soundfit, surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), the ZNT Soundfit edges out over the Redragon Hylas. Yes, while the ZNT has unbalanced & lacks bass, it's surprisingly a bit better than the Redragon Hylas. I doubt it, I know... Gee, I can't find a better headphone to surpass my two current headphones/headsets...🙄

• Comfort, on the other hand, the Hylas fits right in my head! I haven't experienced cramps or squeezing during my music time or watching videos. However, it tends to slip when I shake my head, but at least it holds pretty well. And actually, this is what I prefer over my ZNT SoundFit's tight & claustrophobic fit. So, that's a plus for me. 👍

• The mic is pretty decent. While it's not anti-noise cancellation (like their earmuffs), it gets the job A-Okay (I guess). One thing that bothers me is their weak bending of the mic, I hated it. 👎 If only this thing can detach, too...

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• [31st Image] On the bright side, we appreciate the RGB lights! Right, you two!? ☺️💡🎧 Let's give another try wearing my new headset! 😊

• [32nd Image] Okay, whoa! Whoa! 😮 These two need a private room! lol 😅

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• And finally, I've tested out with my current smartphone using the included audio splitter cable onto my new headset. 🎧📲 Again, the Hylas' signature sound was the same as before, and I would prefer my current ZNT headphones. My paper dolls seem to be having fun though. 🙂

Overall & Asking price:

• Well, my lil' brother told me this is the best budget gaming headset... But, my mind said otherwise. Yes, it is indeed a good budget headset, but a lot of tweaks & replacements, including the sound driver, could improve better, let alone the cheap plastic material that they used. So overall, if don't want a break your wallet & going for the budget route of headphones, then the Redragon Hylas gaming headset could be your decent option. 👌🎧 But, for die-hard headphones, fans & headset enthusiasts, look elsewhere. 🖱️

• The Redragon Hylas costs from ₱795 ($14,60) to ₱850 ($15.61) from PixelPlay on Lazada PH [CLICK ME!] 🛒🌐🇵🇭, and its available in three different colors: Black, White (mine), and Pink.

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Who cooks meals for the others? - Daniel does. While Frank can cook, it's Daniel that actually makes sure all three get the nutrients they need. Frank is the wild game king though, especially since he doesn't like wasting any animals they kill during their wolf runs.

Who spams the other with memes? - Jacob. The other two have a lot of catching up to do.

Who likes to tidy around the house? - Who Likes to? None. Who does it? Jacob. Frank however does do outdoor work, and Daniel fixes any repairs that need to be done.

Who likes to play pranks on the other? - Frank, but Jacob definitely gets back at him. Daniel is the neutral party ever since the one time they did play a prank, he sent them to a literal dog house for each of them.

Who asked the other to move in with them? - Daniel. He and Frank lived together but it was a bit strained. Jacob was the balancing presence between the two.

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?- Whichever is driving, though Frank has a few metal songs that Daniel loathes and wears noise-canceling headphones when Frank is driving on a roadtrip.

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? - Frank, especially after Jacob joined them since Daniel isn't ticklish. Daniel will join in too.

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? - Jacob. The two wolves rarely get scared because they're both big scary bads of their own.

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? - Daniel and Jacob have to help Frank when they finally upgrade him to a smart phone with the strongest case they could find.

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? - Frank definitely feels Jacob up all the time outdoors, but Daniel tends to tease Jacob whenever they're indoors. Poor Jacob.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? - Frank is the earliest riser, and he lets the others sleep since he tends to workout or go for a run. Daniel is next and he usually makes the coffee and breakfast. Jacob is last, especially after a night of being used like a ragdoll between the two of them. The two don't let him sleep in too long though.

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? - Jacob is definitely the one that takes the candid pictures of the other two. Frank knows how to take selfies, and Daniel is more the experience the moment type to remember to take any.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? - Jacob, mostly because he pays for it in ass later. He does contribute to bills though, or gas on their road trips.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? - Daniel. It's why they have separate bedrooms, since Frank is definitely a loud snorer. Jacob has trouble too, but exhaustion will win over on those nights. Frank doesn't mind when Jacob goes to sleep with Daniel, since he knows he's a snorer and obnoxious sleeper. He likes the room.

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? - Jacob absolutely destroys them, BUT Daniel is getting better and fast. Frank is the cheerleader though and gets excited whenever Jacob destroys online enemies.

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? - Jacob on those nights he isn't destroyed and filled. Also eventually his body starts getting the endurance and stamina to actually handle the two wolves after a couple of years, so his old night habits start to kick in. Daniel is the one that gets woken up. Frank is the heaviest sleeper of the three.

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Ulanzi J12 Wireless Lavalier Microphone System Unboxing, Review

Ulanzi J12 Wireless Lavalier Microphone System Audio Video Voice Recording Mic for iPhone Or Android Mobile Phone Laptop PC Live.

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Parameters

Brand：Ulanzi

Model: J12

Product weight: 69g

Product material: ABS

Transmission distance: 20m/65ft

Sound delay: ≤25ms

Headphone monitoring: support

Endurance: 6h

Transmitter battery capacity: 80mAh

Rechargeable case battery capacity: 800mAh

Adapter: 5V/1A

Connection mode: automatically connected when the power on

Package List:

Box * 1

Mic transmitter *2

Receiver *1

Charging cable *1

How to use ?

Step 1:

  Android Phone need Download third-party app,Like opencamera cinema-FV and other apps you like.In addition, some Android phones need to set up to use the external microphone input and open the mic permission after downloading the APP (such as Xiaomi, Huawei and other mobile phones), because the default input is the system microphone, it will not call J12

Step 2: Plug the receiver into the phone

Step 3: Turn on the mic transmitter

Step4:wait for connect then use it .

* Note: OPPO/VIVO/IQOO/Realme and other brands of cell phones need to go to the settings to search "OTG"and open it, then can be used normally

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Q2: Does this item work on PC and Laptop?

A: yes,but you need buy a USB-A to USB-C adapter(not in the package)

Q3:What should I do if there is noise when I turn on the microphone?

A;Firstly,Test that two T devices can be automatically connected to the R device.Double-click to mute, triple-click to reverberate mode, click once for first-level noise reduction, click for second-level noise reduction, and click for third-level noise reduction. Click the fourth time to turn off noise reduction; in addition, when the noise reaches 60 decibels, it cannot be reduced. If it is too large, it will be recognized as the main sound (same as our voice, when the sound is very small, it will be regarded as noise)

Q4:I bought the wrong port by mistake? what can i do ?

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Q5:My Product Not working, what should i do?

A:Firstly, i recommend you can check with the use steps in our link,Secondly,if still not work,pls tell me your phone model and send a video,i will helo solve it.

Q5:How long is the warranty period?

A：1 year warranty . and the quality problem can replace new item

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[allegra-writes]

omg could u pls do like drummer!tom au where reader stays on the sidelines watching with their kid and they got the big headphones on 🥺💞

I changed it a little bit but I hope you still like it💖

To the Beat of my Heart

For as long as Tom could remember, he had always felt torn inside. A part of him longing to be a rockstar, longing for the adrenaline and the lifestyle, the fast pace of it all, the long nights, the crows, the fans; another part of him longing for the simple life he was raised in, the routine, the support of his own little family, the comfort of coming home to a house that wasn't empty and cold but filled with laughter, joy, the smell of fresh homemade food and even one or two messes here and there...

It seemed like whatever he choose to do with his life, he was always going to feel the lack of something. He didn't think he could ever have them both, have everything... Until he met you.

You were a dream come true to him, able to blend together both aspects of his dreams, both sides of him, so seamlessly and naturally, it made him wonder why he had ever thought about them as opposites in the first place.

He didn't missed staying out till later at night, because he knew the real fun woud start when the both of you got home. Or sometimes to the car, when you couldn't keep your hands off each other anymore. He didn't envy the models watching his bandmates record their parts from the other side of the glass, because you were far more beautiful than any of them in his eyes. He didn't envy their sports cars cause now he owned something far more precious than any of his expensive watches or drones or toys, and he needed a backseat to carry it.

Yeah, the jewel currently in his arms was getting him more attention than any flashy possession he could think of.

Little Lily was currently perched on his knee, banging the drums with all the might her toddler arms were capable off, as he juggled keeping her balanced and keeping the huge noise cancelling headphones rightly placed on her tiny head to completely cover her teeny baby ears. He could feel your hawk eyes on the both of them even from the other side of the glass, and it was totally unnecessary, cause he was perfectly capable of keeping his baby girl safe. But far from finding it annoying, the thought of you worrying and loving the delicate being he was holding as much or even more so than himself did, made him love you even more.

He never thought that was possible.

"Alright, Tom, I think thats a wrap. We totally have what we needed" Jason's voice resonated through the speakers, the red light turning off, signaling they weren't recording anymore and it was safe for him to talk now.

"Really? And how did she do?"

The goofy smiles from all his bandmates were a real sight: four grown men, looking every bit the rockstars they were, totally wrapped around the finger of his two year old.

"Amazing. She is a prodigy, Tom, I'm telling you. We might have to replace you with her. Maybe even have her lead the band"

"Lilly Holland and The spiders from Mars" Tom chuckled, "has a nice ring to it"

[hansolmates]

cherry contact |🍒

summary: jihoon has access to all versions of you - your credit score, shopping habits, work emails, even your terrible tinder history. pairing; fbi agent!jihoon x civilian!reader (f) genre/warnings; fluff, crack, it’s really just that “your fbi agent” meme that caused everyone 8 years ago to put tape over their webcams, questionable viewing habits for an fbi agent, language, dick talk, mentions of sex, jihoon has feelings and is confused, he is a PINER, tw—sexual harassment  w/c; 3.3k  a/n; i can’t believe i finished this😭😭 part of meraki’s job collaboration and i’ve been dying to do a svt collab since the dawn of time and finally today’s the day! it’s been a hot moment since i’ve written for jihoon, glad i managed to get those svt writing muscles going! a huge thank you to @merakiiverse​ and @woozisnoots​ for putting this together. readers pls definitely check back on the masterlist linked above to see more of the other talented cwc writers and their rendition of the job prompt!

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“Kevin, 32, works at Kodak,” you scroll further to the description, “I love being tied up and need a dominatrix, have swing at home—no.” Swipe right. 

“Lisa, 24, works at Infinity Dance Studio,” you definitely are weak for athletic ladies, “My hobbies include cuticle care and online shopping! Looking for a sugar daddy or mommy that can spoil me rotten—definitely can’t afford that kind of relationship.” Swipe right. 

“Hansol, 26, works in an art museum,” sounds promising, you love art, “wait, why are all his pictures of him holding fish? Is he inside a fish? Who the heck finds that attractive?” Swipe right. 

“Billiam, 31, works in finance. Needs a bratty baby girl who can triangle,” you grimace, “what is with these guys and stating their kinks from the get-go? Gotta take a girl out to dinner first, and the fuck is a triangle?” 

You swore off Tinder since the dark ages, also known as senior year of college. However you’re in a particular slump, thirst-trapped between needing some serious dick and a committed relationship. You’d prefer the latter, but after a stressful day at work and the fact that it’s the ass crack o’dawn, you’ll take what you can get. 

“Bye Billiam,” you sing-song into your phone, moving to swipe right. 

Except you accidentally drop your phone between your sheets, and when you pick it up you accidentally swipe left. 

“Fuck fuck fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget!” you cry out into oblivion. You’re so glad you live alone at the very least, it stops you from looking like a crazy person when you talk your potential sexipades out. 

Billiam has Super-liked you! 

“No. Nononono—” you bludgeon your head against your pillow, frowning when your phone opens up a chat for you and Billiam. 

Billiam: hi can u check if my dick is too small

You: please, don’t send me a picture of your dick. 

Billiam is typing… 

You: for fuck’s sake—

“—that’s disgusting,” Jihoon curses, and immediately sends out the screenshot for sexual harassment. 

“What’s disgusting?” Mingyu chimes, swiveling in his spinny chair from his side of the room.

“Don’t look,” Jihoon gags, reaching for a bottle of Coca-Cola from the mini-fridge. “You’ll throw up your fried chicken.” 

“My person is a twenty-one year old nympho who also happens to be a incel,” Mingyu chastises to his screen, closing up the eighth tab of BBC porn he’s seen this week, “he doesn’t know how well he’s avoiding the FBI’s eyes,” Mingyu shakes his head, “so I’ve seen some pretty bad shit, but I’ll take your word for it.” 

“No,” he echoes your name like you’ve done the most heinous thing in the world, “no, no! Why would you swipe left on Jackson? You’re way out of his league! He literally looks like he has a pea-sized brain!” 

“He does look like he has half a brain cell,” your voice reverberates through his noise-cancelling headphones, unknowingly agreeing to Jihoon’s passionate throw of anger, “but I’m deprived and desperate, so!” 

It’s like you can hear his sentiments exactly. 

“Literally, you could have any person you want,” Jihoon chastises through his desktop, glaring heavily at your bedroom camera, “you’re wasting your time with these losers!” 

Oblivious, you let yourself dangle across the bed. The camera isn’t the best quality, but Jihoon watches intently at the rise and fall of your chest as you attempt to fall into a fitful sleep. 

“Some yell at screens for soccer,” Minghao says to the air from his cubicle, “some yell for Starcraft, but Jihoon yells for Tinder like it’s an Olympic sport.” 

“Jihoonie,” Mingyu rolls around his chair, resting a long arm over the backrest, “do you have a crush on your civilian?” 

Jihoon immediately swivels around his hair, meeting the amused eyes of Mingyu. “No,” he says sharply, whipping around to glare at his screen. 

He glares harder the longer Mingyu’s simple question sinks in. He doesn’t have a crush on you, he likes you. Jihoon swallows his sigh, wondering why you would want to go as low as Tinder to look for a potential tryst. From your profile, you’re absolutely beautiful and intelligent. You have simple pleasures that match his—a hot cup of tea right after dark, snuggling under a weighted blanket while watching anime, and sleeping in on Sundays.

Unlike him, you don’t see the world through half a dozen lenses and a plethora of information right at your fingertips. No, you’re lucky. 

“Hey can you grab me my water bottle?” Mingyu asks over his shoulder. 

Jihoon thinks nothing of it, leaving his post for the thirty seconds it takes to get to the mini-fridge and grab Mingyu’s Hydroflask. 

“You got a call,” Mingyu says when he plops the bottle on his desk, indicating to the red blinker on Jihoon’s computer. 

It isn’t until he puts on his headphones does he take care to see why his blinker is going off. 

He’s getting an incoming call. From you. 

You’ve been waiting on the line for about two minutes. He lets two additional minutes breeze by because Jihoon is internally screaming. You’re calling again. There’s a fire blazing in his brain, his fingers hot as he twitches against the spacebar of his keyboard. 

From the monitor he can see that you’ve given up on sleep, hands pawing through your drawer so you can take a final swipe at your magenta-tinted lip balm before nesting yourself in the sheets. You’re kicking around as if you don’t have work at 9AM, smacking your lips to apply the shiny salve while you wait for your call to be picked up. 

“Why is my civilian calling me,” it isn’t a question, it’s a thinly veiled indication that Jihoon is ready to fight whoever compromised him like this. 

Mingyu and Minghao fail to answer. That’s okay, he isn’t opposed to killing both if neither fess up. 

It would be so easy for him to ignore the call, or redirect it to another part of the office. Yet he aches to talk to you, for real talk to you. As if you’re just two regular plain-old human beings with normal lives, and as if he didn’t know every nook and cranny about your daily routine and your favorite breakfast foods.

Call it pride, call it confidence, but Jihoon’s been pretty good at games and he hopes prior experience helps him get over this hurdle. Slipping on his headset, he accepts the call and answers in a controlled voice, “This is the local hotline for sexual harassment reports, are you here to report a case?” 

Okay, so this is the closest thing he can get to having a full-fledged conversation with you, so he’ll take it. 

“Hi,” you mumble your name into the phone, and he nearly disintegrates right then and there. It’s different when he can hear your voice directly in his ears, definitively reaching out to him as opposed to being a fly on the wall, “I received an email that a report was sent out for my previous chat as sexual harassment, but I didn’t send out a report.” 

“Yes,” Jihoon replies smoothly, tapping his nails against his thighs, “it’s a new update.” 

“Oh, well thank you,” you reply, and Jihoon sees from the camera that you’re staring at your phone in curiosity. 

“It’s my job,” he says, and the words hold more weight than you think, “are you okay?” 

“Is it also your job to ask how I’m doing?” 

He smiles wryly, and he looks up at the monitor to see how you’ve considerably relaxed on your bed. Your legs dangle in the air, and you’re hugging a mango plushie with all the love in the world. “Not really, but I figured I’d ask. I don’t think I’d be able to recover from a dick that looks like an unhinged toenail.” 

Your laugh flutters in his ears, and his stomach is flip-flopping with more than just his shitty ramen lunch. Your face curls and wrinkles into happiness at the lewd joke, and you rest your chin on your stuffed fruit. 

“I’m okay,” you finally answer, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen subpar dick. But thank you… what’s your name?” 

“Uji,” he says, a codename that he considers as precious as his actual name, “feel free to call or text this number if you’re ever feeling uncomfortable and in distress.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, good night Uji.” 

“Good night.” 

That wasn’t so bad, Jihoon thinks as he hangs up the phone. He dims the monitors to let you freshen up and get ready for bed, as per your schedule. After tonight, he hopes he can be sated with his curiosity of you. Maybe he needs to follow your plans and open up a dating account or something, he feels that he’s starting to get a little too engrossed in your presence. 

The waning starts today. 

You: help, i’m feeling uncomfortable and in distress

Uji: what is it this time? 

You: i can’t decide which weighted blanket i should get. Will more weight make me feel more comforted or will i accidentally suffocate myself in my sleep? 

The waning of you did not start that night, in fact it never began. Jihoon’s been on edge for weeks, simultaneously teetering between what he calls the high-school equivalent of the talking stage and an absolute catastrophe. 

It started as an accident, you meant to call your friend’s number for cooking help but since the last call before your friends was his, you called Jihoon instead. To your surprise, he knew how to roll out homemade pasta without a pasta machine. You kept him on the call for the entirety of dinner preparation, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride when your pasta turned out perfect and you were happy and full for the entire night. 

Weeks later, and you’ve been texting each other for shits and giggles. At first you chalk up your insistence that he’s basically Human Google and has the answers to seemingly anything and everything, but over time it seems that you enjoy your daily interactions with him. Whether it be a simple phone call asking how to unclog your drain or a screenshot comparing two different KitchenAids, he’s at your disposal. 

The burner phone he’s been holding as of late is on silent, but he’s able to pick it up immediately. It’s almost intuition, coupled with the way he notices whenever you seem in a pickle and you need to contact him. However he does not have a chance to formulate a reply, as you’re now calling him.

“Couldn’t wait?” he speaks as if you’re familiar with each other, as if you’re friends. Jihoon longs for that so much, he would love to be upgraded to someone other than the IT guy you text for funsies. 

“Yes,” you say, voice laced with determination, “I’m deciding on whether to just like or Super-Like this guy on Light a Flame.” 

Jihoon deflates a little, but steels himself. You’d never want to go on a date with the IT guy, it seems that you enjoy the anonymity of your recent communications. Your conversations are definitely meme-worthy. 

“Who is it?” 

“His name’s Lee Jihoon, 25, works in the FBI.” 

He chokes on his coffee, precious beans from Argentina, and the liquid is flying across his keyboard. 

Pulling up your phone view, it confirms the worst. In a moment of Weakness with a capital W, Jihoon had caved and made a Light a Flame profile the other night. It’s an app reserved for more serious relationships, which means you’ve finally graduated from Tinder. 

“Are you okay?” he wants to cry when he hears you on the other line, genuinely panicked. “Do you need me to send you his profile?” 

“N-no,” he sputters, rubbing a rough napkin from McDonalds over his dripping chin. He thought he privated his profile last week after he realized there was nothing he could do to let loose of you. Turns out that isn’t the case, because you’re currently pursuing his profile and actually kinda-sorta considering him for a potentially serious relationship. 

“C’mon, Uji,” you tease lightly, “you always seem to know what to do. This is your area of expertise after all, since you work for that kind of department.” 

What should he do, scratch that, what can he do? It’s a complete violation of policy to be fraternizing with his civilian life. Sure, there has been episodes of civilians and agents meeting each other, but only minor violations that both parties forgot about shortly after. He’s so far deep at this point, he can risk being relocated or losing his civilian—losing you. 

“Do you think he really works in the FBI?” you say when he doesn’t reply immediately, “he’s really cute, though. Totally looks like my style, and he likes My Hero as well! C’mon, I just need for you to check as to whether he’s a homicidal maniac or a compulsive liar.” 

Liar. He’s a liar. 

That self-accusation prompts him to slump in defeat, and he mumbles in the phone, “I don’t think he’s worth it. I’d say pass.” 

“Hey, Coups has seniority,” Soonyoung pats Jihoon thoughtfully on the back with one hand, and grilling meat with the other. Barbeque always lifted up Jihoon’s spirits. “Why don’t you give it a chance and meet her for real? And then he can give me your super cute civilian and then he can give my shitty civilian to some newbie.” 

“And if it doesn’t work out, I just lose her,” Jihoon’s eyes are watering, most likely from the excess smoke around their grill, but it does align with his current state of sadness. It was the right thing to do, he thinks over and over as he replays that phonecall from last night. “Hoshi, if you were in my situation, would you have done the same?” 

“Like I said–” Soonyoung—codename Hoshi, waves his tongs around like a magic wand, “your civilian is super cute, so I would be making a beeline to her house and—” 

“Okay, don’t finish that sentence,” you’re his civilian, not Soonyoung’s. 

“Cheer up, c’mon,” Soonyoung’s filling his bowl with all sorts of delicious things, charred vegetables, mixed rice, and pork belly. Jihoon’s favorite is pork belly, so eventually he relents with a timid smile, taking out his chopsticks to appease his friend, “there it is, Uji. Food always makes things better—” 

“Uji?” 

Both off-duty agents freeze, hearing the familiar ting of your voice as it glares holes into Jihoon’s back. It’s you. Since they’re off the clock, he would have no idea you’d be here. Usually that’s fine, it’s early morning and it’s pretty unlikely that you’d run into your civilian considering you’re supposed to know every second of their schedule. It seems that tonight you’ve varied from the norm. 

“Uh, hey?” 

His back is still facing you, and he’s side eying Soonyoung in a panic. He’s wearing a cap and a nondescript hoodie, feeling like a shlub as your familiar voice pings back at him with excitement. 

“I knew I recognized your voice!” you’re unfazed, definitely not realizing the distress the two men are currently going through. “What a small world, I didn’t think we’d ever actually run into each other!” 

“Talk to her, you ass!” Soonyoung hisses, and immediately swivels his chair so he has no choice but to face you.

You’re so, so pretty. Prettier in person, prettier than any crappy 480p screen can give him. You’re definitely not dressed for barbeque, in fact you look like you’re just passing by to pick up a to-go order after a night out. You’re dressed in a silky looking velvet off-the-shoulder top, the cherry red color practically melting onto your skin. The black skirt paired with it has Jihoon salivating for more than just barbeque, and he has no idea how to look away. 

The smile is wiped clean off your face however, and you recognize him almost immediately. “Jihoon?” 

This should be a moment of joy for him, after all it’s far too late to go back at this point. You look a little hurt, your face twisted in confusion as you put two and two together. 

Soonyoung excuses himself to go to the bathroom, although neither party seems to care. The lame, over-distended EDM music that plays over the cacophony of the barbeque place seems to melt in the atmosphere, much like how the smoke hits the fan, and it’s just you two in the room. Jihoon gestures a pale hand to Soonyoung’s seat, and you take a beat to reluctantly sit yourself down. 

You clutch your skirt with both hands, thumbs ringing against the pleats and ironing them out. “So, you’re also Jihoon?” your voice is tiny, small and sad. Jihoon feels liquid guilt inject in his veins, and he wishes he could reach out and pat your shoulder, hold your hand, something. However no matter how much he knows you, he’s a stranger to you. “Why did you lie to me?” 

“It’s… complicated,” you shake your head at his pathetic reply, and Jihoon hates this. He feels like he’s drowning in smoke and mirrors and the cloying scent of pork belly is now sticking to all his senses, immobilizing him. 

With a cross of your arms, you scoff, “It’s always complicated.” 

“Please don’t think I said those things the other night because I don’t want to date you,” Jihoon tumbles the words out like a hamster wheel, wanting to speed up to your pace as fast as he can, “I want to, I really do, but it’s—”

“Complicated.” 

“Yeah.” 

The two of you sit in silence, letting the noise back into your little bubble. Jihoon feels his stare on you, akin to how a teacher looks over your shoulder during an exam. He robotically eats rice, grain after grain as he lets you have your look. 

The slope of his nose, the cotton smooth skin, the lean yet strong stature. You can’t believe he matches the Light a Flame profile perfectly. Other than the frumpy clothes, he matches the man on your phone, a simple picture in a black suit that reminds you strangely of the movie Kingsman. You mentally roll through what you remember from his profile, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes, his occupation—

“Wait,” you pause, your brows knitting together, “so the FBI thing on your profile… is not a joke?” 

Jihoon forgets to chew his last bite, and he swallows a whole two centimeters of meat down his throat. Ouch. 

“It’s—” 

“Complicated.” 

The adjective has a whole new meaning now. It’s crazy how in so little words, so much is exchanged between you two. You might not be realizing it, but Jihoon’s so attuned to you he feels like the pick to your guitar, strumming and humming along your chords like it’s second nature. It really isn’t fair, but anticipating your reactions helps greatly. 

“There’s things you’re not telling me.” 

“Right.” 

“And things you can’t tell me,” you add. 

“Yes.” 

“Then what are some things you can tell me?” 

“I’d… rather not here,” Jihoon’s eyes dart around the room, looking for all the pinholes and micro cams attached to the restaurant. By the bonsai, under the table, in the koi tank, “I need to work out some paperwork before anything.” 

“Paperwork?” 

Jihoon nods mutely, but he looks at you with a litany of emotions in his eyes you’re reeling back in your stool. Why do you feel like this man knows you from a simple five-minute interaction? And why do you feel like you can trust this man with your life? 

“Okay,” you finally say. 

“Really? Okay?” you think he’s cute, the way his eyes perk up and his back straightens. 

“Really.” 

Silence fills the space once more. This time however, it feels more at ease. 

“The only reason why I’m saying yes,” you pretend to nonchalantly play with your fingertips, a manicure reserved for a date you’ve long abandoned for this evening in favor of a new flame, “is because I think FBI agents are kinda hot.” 

A flush blooms on Jihoon’s cheeks, and you can’t help but giggle. 

[kittyscarfredux]

I would like to respectfully ask that you donut reblogue this in case I want to nuke it later lmfao, pls if you have questions or comments reply or ask instead, but here are more great ideas from ME about Y/ano (little furry guy I like to draw)

so, if you don't know the character, he's a yakuza income collector who deals in extortion and blackmail and theft and fun stuff like that, he's extremely obnoxious and speaks in rhyme, and he has a devoted polar bear bodyguard/assistant whom he is somewhat dependent on for basics like transport and buying food. all of that is canon.

Everything else in this post is not. warning that the content in this is all over the place, read: there's sex and drugs in it

Can't stand still for long, paces, messes with his clothes or things in his pockets, tapping, tapping tapping tapping. If he's not actively talking or listening to music he's exuding nervous energy by tapping his fingers or feet somewhere. Just as his usual state, I mean, I'm not even in the omo section yet

Goes through a lot of caffeine. The reasons for this are twofold, because he usually feels like deep-fried garbage and because he needs to be constantly occupied. Usually in the form of energy drinks or canned coffee, sometimes impulse buys something like a frappuccino because he likes the look of fancy things but can't handle sweet and ends up pissed off and nauseated from drinking like 20% of it

Will survive on energy drinks and snacks if left to his own devices, his bodyguard has to strategically put water and something normal to eat in front of him to keep him operational (he's not resistant or even offended by this, he thinks it's magic rather than just more responsible decisions than he would think to make for himself lol)

One of those absolute freaks who has a closet of copies of identical or near-identical clothes

Smells like mints and hand sanitizer

Needs gloves on to touch most things that aren't attached to him, but has like zero awareness of cross contamination or touching his face with his gloves after touching things he supposedly wouldn't touch without gloves. Better not to point this out to him

Similarly, picky about cleanliness and often complains about bathrooms or even demands to be taken somewhere else, but not in a way that's consistent or makes sense, because he doesn't apply nearly the same standards to places he's familiar with, it has less to do with cleanliness and more to do with whether he's uneasy in a situation in general and is projecting

Has a low tolerance for discomfort and usually just goes to the toilet when he first thinks about it, gets impatient and bad-tempered fast if he has to wait

Vocal, full stop, talks as fast as he thinks, can't be dignified or stoic about anything. He could literally be torturing someone for information and telling them to hurry up because he has to take a piss lmao

Really, really squeamish about peeing in a bottle or anything where it's right there and he has to handle it

Not above pissing on someone else's property as an insult, though

Makes the worst noises. What do I mean by this? use your imagination.

Would have a freaking shit fit if he so much as leaked and had damp underwear, it would be a cancel appointments and go home disaster

everything below this line is ns/fw or otherwise questionable don't say I didn't warn you<3

Kind of has two wolves inside him sexually speaking, part of him wants to show off and toy with the other person, order them to stay quiet or else he'll leave them alone, etc.

While the other side would like to be held face down and fucked thoughtless and speechless because it's a good break for someone who usually has too much to think and say lmao. He would never accept it from someone who actually wants to dominate him, though, they have to be doing it as a ~service~ to him

PARTIALLY CLOTHED. only as much clothing removal or loosening is necessary for the act. even the most naked he gets is socks on and gloves on. potentially headphones on too.

Has only had a couple of weird hookups with people who briefly had bad enough judgement to sleep with him but he scared them away quickly by being the way he is

there's a fandom tendency to portray him as doing some kind of Everything Drugs but I think there's enough info to narrow it down and I'm confident in this answer. he takes benzos. not obtained legally or as directed, if that's not clear. usually only in private for getting some rest, but keeps them on him in case of emergency

Preferred method of taking pills is crushed in a drink (I didn't make this up for convenience and I reasonably think it's what a specific quote is referring to, but fyi I think "with a bunch of extra liquid" is a HORRIBLE way to take drugs that make you anywhere from impulsive as fuck to asleep. potion of piss somewhere stupid)

Has difficulty getting up, sometimes his bodyguard comes over to pick him up for lunch and finds him out of it and not ready at all, has to drag him through his morning routine, wait for him to recover and clean up/do damage control because...

Wakes up with weird blacked out messes like food in bed and angry voicemails from business contacts who want him dead because he apparently called them to talk shit after he thought he fell asleep

[demxters]

Always

sarah cameron x fem!reader 

request:  sarah x fem!reader with sarah sneaking out in the middle of the night to see the reader to cheer her up after a rough day?

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none 

a/n: this one was pure fluff... next up on my requests is a kie x reader fluff! pls keep sending me requests i love writing them!

(gif cred @rue-bennett​​) 

*** 

Y/N: Sorry, babe, not feeling up for it tonight. Didn’t have the best day. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

A frown crossed over her face as Sarah read your text. Friday nights were deemed date night for you and Sarah. It was the one night of the week the two of you had to yourselves. Sarah wouldn’t deny that she felt disappointed that you cancelled tonight but she understood. Everybody has those days where nothing goes their way. 

Sarah: Aww, love. Do you want me to come over? 

A moment passes before Sarah receives your text. 

Y/N: No, don’t wanna be a burden. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, ok? Love you. 

Sarah frowns knowing you would never be a burden. She flops down on her bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. On one hand, she wanted to respect your decision and give you some of your own time, but on the other hand, she knew you better than yourself. She knew that despite saying no, you wanted nothing more than for her to be with you in that moment. Sarah gets up from her bed and peeks her head out her door. 

“Wheezie,” she whispers. 

Wheezie was bobbing her head to the beat of a random Beach Boys song, oblivious to Sarah’s calling. 

“Wheezie!” Sarah says louder this time. 

This time Wheezie hears her and pulls one of her headphones out of her ear. “What?” she asks, clearly annoyed. 

Sarah gestures for Wheezie to come into her room. Wheezie pauses her music and takes her other headphone out of her ear. She stands up with a roll of her eyes and stomps her way over to Sarah’s room. 

“What do you want?” 

“Can you cover for me tonight?” Sarah asks Wheezie with wide eyes and a pout on her lips. 

“Again? Do you know what dad’ll do if he finds out you’ve snuck out again after what happened last time?” 

Last time Sarah tried to sneak out, she ended up in a cast for four weeks from a broken ankle. To say Ward and Rose weren’t pleased to find out that she had jumped from her second story window to hang out with you and the Pogues at the Boneyard, when they specifically told her not to, was an understatement. From the stunt she pulled, she was grounded for a month and had her car privileges taken away. 

“I know, that’s why I’m asking you to cover for me!” she states matter of factly. 

Wheezie thinks for a moment. “Fine. But you have to do my chores for a week.” 

“What?” Sarah says in disbelief. 

“Wait, no. Make it two. Oh! And throw in a secret invite to your next kegger at the Boneyard,” Wheezie says cocking an eyebrow. 

Sarah groans. For you, she thinks. She’s doing this for you. “Alright, alright. Fine. Two weeks worth of chores and I’ll sneak you into our next kegger.” 

“Yes!” Wheezie exclaims. “Now go! Don’t wanna keep Y/N waiting.” 

“Y/N? How did you know I was going to see Y/N?” 

“You’ll only get yourself into this much trouble for her, Sarah.” Wheezie gives her a pointed look. 

Sarah feels herself blush at Wheezie’s words, for it is true. She would do just about anything for you. “Thanks, Sneezie. You’re the best,” she says ruffling Wheezie’s hair and climbing out her window. 

A faint “Hey!” from Wheezie is the last thing she hears as she makes her way down and towards your house. 

_____

You lay in bed with regret for telling Sarah not to come over. You could really use one of her infamous hugs and reassuring words right about now. You fiddled with the necklace Sarah gave you for your birthday as you thought of your girlfriend. It was as if God had answered your prayers because you suddenly heard a familiar tapping at your window. You lift your head up from your pillow, a little surprised from the sudden noise. You’re met with the smiling face of your girlfriend who’s mouthing “Let me in?” With a giggle, you walk over to your window and slide it open. “What are you doing here?” you say, a wide smile on your face. Just the sight of your girlfriend made your day 100x better than it had originally been. 

“I’m here for our date of course!” Sarah says, climbing in and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I heard that my girl had a bad day, so I’m here to make it better!” She hops onto your bed, resting against the headboard and holds her arms out towards you making grabby hand gestures. 

You give in, walking over to her and laying down next to her, placing your head on her chest. You listen to the sound of her heartbeat, it’s so calming that it almost lulls you to sleep. Almost. With your eyes closed, you take a deep breath, basking in her fruity scent. You feel Sarah bring a hand to your hair, running her fingers through the tangled locks. 

“So what’s got you so down, baby?” she asks, concern laced in her tone. 

You sigh, not wanting to remember the events from earlier that day. “Nothing,” you grumble into the skin of her neck. 

“Nothing?” she says, slightly amused. “C’mon, Tell me what’s going on.” She looks down at you with a small smile. 

You look up at her, unable to resist. “I woke up in this great mood, you know? We had an awesome day out on the marsh with the Pogues yesterday and today was payday at work. And then later tonight we had our date, everything was as perfect as it could be. But then,” you let out a bitter laugh before you continue. “But then these stupid tourons at The Wreck had to ruin it. They wouldn’t leave me alone all shift long. They kept ‘accidentally’ spilling their drinks just to see me bend over to clean their mess.” You pause wrinkling your nose at the memory. 

Sarah frowns, hating the way you were being treated at work. She continues rubbing a hand up and down your back. “Did you tell Mr. Carrera?” “I did. He finally ushered them out and told them to never come back. He let me go home early, but since then I just haven’t been feeling it,” you finish your story with an exhale. 

“Aw, baby,” Sarah says, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I swear if I were there, I would’ve scared them away for messing with my girl!” Sarah lets out a laugh. 

You smile at Sarah’s words. “Oh I’m sure of it,” you giggle. A beat of silence passes between the two of you as you lay in Sarah’s arms, relaxing in her presence. You lift your head up from her chest, placing a kiss in the junction where her neck and shoulder meet. “Thank you for being here,” you mumble into the skin of her neck. 

“Always,” Sarah whispers. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.”