#woo fire and forget

[mt10lt20]

Talisman / Cipher - Angel of Emmeria & The Demon of Ustio. Concept sketches of a what-if AU where they flew together (for a while).

[hee0soo]

Sleepless Nights

Pairing — Husband!Kim Hongjoong x afabWife!Reader

Summary — You gladly sacrifice anything for your kids and with a Husband like Hongjoong you couldn't feel happier if you tried....

Genre — fluff

AU/Trope Info — Idol!Au, SliceofLifeAu

Wordcount — 0.7k

Warnings — none

Rating — sfw

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Before you had your children you had been a heavy sleeper. You were sure that a bomb could have exploded right next to you and you wouldn’t have woken up.

It had helped when Hongjoong was still actively promoting, sneaking in and out of your bedroom at the most atrocious of times without you so much as stirring buried underneath your blankets.

Now though, with a 3 and 1 year old in the house, even the spider spinning her web in the corner of the room could probably wake you!

And so it was no surprised that even the slightest noise leaving your sons mouth in the middle of the night had you sitting upright and ready to get up if your husbands hand on your hand hadn’t stopped you before you could.

“Go back to sleep, I’ll check on him.” Hongjoongs rough from sleep voice cut through the darkness. You felt the mattress shift when he got up and rested back against your pillows, not quite ready to go back to sleep before you weren’t sure that Ha-joon was safely back in slumberland.

Tethering on the border to fall asleep while waiting, you thought about those past few years. From the moment you proposed to Hongjoong, because doing it the normal way was boring, to Hongjoong holding your hand while waiting for the pregnancy test result and promising you th whatever would happen, you would do it together and the birth of your babies.

Joon-hee’s bright personality that Hongjoong had joked was more like her uncle Woo’s then his own and Ha-joon who was showing signs of starting to walk already while babbling happily to everyone who would hear it and entertain him. The fact that Hongjoong had immediately put his career on hold all those years ago to be with his family, making him able to experience every up and down with you caused your heart to soar.

“Is he okay?” you mumbled when you heard the door open again.

“Just lost his paci for the moment. However, I also found this little lady wandering the halls.”

You opened an eye and saw the shadow of your husband with a clingy Joon-hee attached to his front.

The little girl reached her small arms out to you, crawling into your open arms upon being sat down on the mattress before Hongjoong crawled back in bed.

“Mama…” The girl whined and hid her face in your sleepshirt.

“What’s wrong baby? Why aren’t you sleeping for mama?” you hummed into the soft curls on her head.

Hongjoong, a gentle smile on his face that you couldn’t see in the dark of the night, listened attentively.

“Bad dreamies! The sockie mons’er came and wanna eat my feetsies!”

Ah yes, the unfailable fantasy of your oldest baby that even came to hunt her dreams. Joon-hee was a dreamer, always in her head, living out the wildest storys when not whirling around like a fire cracker and it was no surprise by now that sometimes nightmares were full of that too.

“Oh, we can’t have that, don’t we ladybug? Gonna save the feetsies from the evil sock monster with mama and appa!” Hongjoong gasped out and tickled her sides to make her laugh and forget the horror of her dream. The girl reacted instantly, giggling at her fathers antics before settling down between you both.

“Mama ‘n appa protec’ me?” she asked with a sleepy pout and received 2 kisses from you and him to each chubby cheek.

“Always, ladybug.” Hongjoong promised her.

“N’ Ha-Joonie?”

“And Ha-Joonie too!”

Joon-hee nodded, eyes growing heavier by the second.

“Wan’ protec’ Ha-joonie too…”

You knew immediately that she was out like a light when she trailed off smuggled against you with soft puffs of air hitting the skin on Hongjoong’s neck after she turned to her father.

Silence settled over the room. You felt his fingers reach over your daughter to trail them down your face.

“Thank you,” He whispered into the dark which only caused a stir and sigh from you, already back asleep like Joon-hee. “for making me the happiest I’ve ever been…”

[freakmcnastyy]

Too scared to kiss you

Kang Woo-young x f!reader (fluff) Pt.2

Summary: You and Woo-young share a slow-burning evening full of tension and soft chaos. It’s messy and cute! “almost lovers” energy.

Note: Dropping the link to a video of Cha Woomin cooking for you guys. Melting is allowed hehe! -> Link

-> Pt.1 / Pt.2

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Woo-young hooked his fingers into your palm as he helped you up from the floor, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. There was a war in his eyes, caught somewhere between stubbornness and the regret of pulling back just before your lips had touched. You still felt the heat of his skin on your cheeks. You tried to forget it, but it crept back in with every step you took.

After saying goodbye to the squeaky floor of the gym, you two walked side by side down the corridor. His hair was still a mess, shirt clinging slightly to his back with sweat, but he didn’t seem to care. He was always a little messy, a little dangerous.

When you finally leave school, the air was warm, tinged with that early evening chill. Under the streetlights, his shadow spilled over yours. You were headed toward a KBBQ place. You were smiling to yourself, when-

A whistle cut through the noise of the street.

The voice was deep, cocky, way too loud to be ignored.

“Yoo, that girl’s fire, I’m drooling.”

Your steps slowed. Eyes instinctively turned toward the source. Three dudes, in a different school uniform, leaned against the curb. One of them stepped forward, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, hands buried in his pockets. He looked you up and down like he owned the damn street. That stare scraped across your skin like a blade.

But Woo-young was the one who reacted.

You turned to him just as he stopped walking. His jaw was clenched. His fists were tight, knuckles white with pressure. He locked in.

Then he snapped.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The guy laughed, arms spread out.

“Look at this dude… what are you, her bodyguard?”

Woo-young started walking. Slow. Heavy. Like each step was a threat. Left hand still clenched. Eyes locked on target.

“You tryna act bold or you really that dumb?” he said, voice low, but it hit like a storm. “You think she’s out here alone or something?”

The dude took a step forward now. “Man, chill. We’re just talking-”

BAMM!

Silence. His fist landed square on the guy’s jaw, cutting off that smug-ass voice in a heartbeat. The sound echoed off the pavement. The dude stumbled back and hit the ground hard. His lip was split. His eyes went blank for a second. His friends froze. Then one of them panicked:

“Bro, that’s Kang Woo-young!”

“Wait- seriously?!”

“Yeah man, how did we notice him so late? RUN!”

And just like that, they scattered, dragging the weight of that single punch with them. One of them kept glancing back, clearly scared shitless of Woo-young’s stare.

You just stood there. Shocked. Your heart was thumping like crazy.

“Woo-young…”

He turned to you. Flexed his fingers out. “Fuck, my hand hurts,” he muttered, but he was clearly pleased with himself. He walked back over and casually threw his arm around your shoulders, tilting his head toward yours with a crooked grin.

“Don’t gimme that stunned look.” he said, voice cocky but warm. “I’m out here scared to even kiss you, and these fuckers got zero shame.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You leaned lightly against his shoulder. And finally, you made it to the restaurant.

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The smell of grilled meat hit before the food even showed up. Inside was warm and a bit foggy from the steam rising off all the BBQ grills. As soon as you sat down, a waiter rushed over and took your order.

When the meat came, he took over like he always did. The second he grabbed those tongs, his face went serious. All focus on the grill. You, on the other hand, looked down at your phone. Scrolling. News or whatever, didn’t matter. You weren’t really reading.

That’s when Woo-young reached across and snatched your phone outta your hands.

“Aight, that’s enough. We’re cookin’ here, not doomscrollin’.”

He flipped it to silent and dropped it at the edge of the table. He wasn’t mad exactly. But yeah, he was kinda annoyed. You frowned, crossed your arms. Pouted a little. But he didn’t give a damn, just went back to flipping meat like a pro. Eyes locked on the grill, but you knew he was watching you. You saw the smirk before he turned away.

A minute later, he picked up a slice, blew on it a bit, and held it out to you.

“Babe, open up. Feed that brain with some protein.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in. The meat was hot and juicy. But the way he was lookin’ at you? That was the real meal. He caught the little drop of food stain at the corner of your mouth.

“Hold up…” he muttered, leaning in.

He wiped it away with his thumb. When his fingers brushed your lips, something inside you buzzed.

“You’re like a damn toddler.” he teased.

You turned your face away, kinda offended. But you smiled. The tension eased. He took a sip from his drink, then glanced over at you.

“That punch is still replaying in my head.”

You nodded. Then smirked.

“You go full beast in public but turn into a kitten around me.. Don’t tell me you lov-”

Before you could finish, he shoved another piece of meat in your mouth with the chopsticks.

“Gotta keep your mouth busy. You talk too much.” he said, grinning.

You stared at him mid-bite, stunned. Wanted to do the same to him, but he’d already leaned back with that smug-ass smile plastered on his face.

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By the time you left, the night had turned cool. A breeze slid across your face, made you shiver a little. You reached for your jacket, but before you could zip it, Woo-young stepped in.

Without saying a word, he reached forward, grabbed the zipper, and pulled it up for you. Not rushed. Not sloppy. Just… quiet and focused.

He stood there, eyes locked on you for a beat. Then casually slung his arm over your shoulder like it was second nature.

Under the streetlights, you walked slow. His body tilted toward yours, your steps synced up. Your voices echoed through rows of quiet apartments.

“You got training tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah but coach threw a water bottle at my head last time. Said I’m too cocky… which, fair.”

You laughed. “Bet it’s hard coaching someone who posts beatdowns online for fun.”

“Hey, I’m doing public service out here. Teaching kids how to throw hands.”

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Sometimes the conversation dropped into silence. But it wasn’t awkward. Actually, it felt kind of perfect. Like even with nothing said, everything made sense.

Finally, you got to your home. Under the warm glow of the entrance light, you paused. Woo-young slipped his arm off your shoulder. Jammed his hands into his pockets. Tilted his head, looked at you.

Then stepped in.

“Come here.”

He pulled you in. His body was warm, steady. When you leaned into his chest, you could hear his heartbeat.

Then he stepped back. His face hovered close to yours. His eyes flicked to your cheek. His lips parted. He leaned in like he was finally gonna do it…

But then he pulled back.

“Fuck this, I can’t,” he said, eyes rolling. “I feel like a dumbass.”

And without thinking—you kissed his cheek. Soft. Quick. But real.

His eyes widened. Stunned. Speechless.

You stepped back with a smile.

“Goodnight, Woo-young.”

And just before turning around, you added:

“Text me when you get home, okay?”

He just stood there. Same spot. That goofy little smile creeping onto his lips. He scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah… I will.”

You walked inside. Glanced back once.

He was still there.

Hand waving.

Lit up by the streetlight like something out of a movie.

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[23.46]

Woo-young: just got home. Night night, you little gremlin 👻

[pascalislove]

BOSS

PARING: SEOK-WOO X READER

Summary: You made a mistake by correcting him in a meeting, now you must face the consequences.

Warning: (18+), coarse language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you touch it!), piv, desk sex, office sex.

Working for Seok-woo wasn't easy. He was demanding, punctual, meticulous to the point of seeming like a machine designed for success. Ever since I was assigned as his personal assistant, my days were marked by his schedule. But over time, I learned there was more to it than that. There was more behind his firm voice, more in his silences.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the elegant bearing of a man accustomed to being obeyed. His always dark, perfectly tailored suits contrasted with his serious, controlled expression. His black hair fell impeccably over his forehead, his lips were straight, and his dark eyes left no room for misinterpretation. He didn't tolerate mistakes, much less disrespect.

And yet, I had done it.

That day, during a meeting with the executives, I inadvertently interrupted him.

—With all due respect, Director Seok-woo, the data you mentioned is from the previous quarter,—I said, concentrating on the reports.

Silence.

His gaze fixed on me. Tense. Cold.

He nodded, barely, and continued with the presentation without correcting me or showing any emotion.

But I noticed it.

And I knew I wouldn't let it go.

That night, the office lights were dim. Everyone had already left. I was finishing organizing some documents when my cell phone vibrated. His name appeared on the screen.

—Come to my office,—he ordered simply. I grabbed the papers and, almost instinctively, the bento box I'd ordered in case he forgot dinner.

I walked to his office in silence, the echo of my footsteps echoing through the empty hallways.

Knock.

—Go ahead! —he said in a low voice.

I walked in and saw him. He was leaning against his desk, his back turned, talking on the phone. He was smiling.

A real smile.

—Of course, honey. Tell Grandma I'll pick you up tomorrow. I love you. —he said, and when he turned around, he saw me. The smile disappeared immediately.

—See you, princess —he added before hanging up the call.

—Here are the documents you requested—I murmured, approaching—. And I brought him something for dinner. I thought… he hadn't eaten.

He nodded without looking at me.

—Thank you.

I turned to leave, but I'd barely taken a step when his hand caught my wrist. Hard. It didn't hurt, but his grip was clear: he wasn't going to let me go.

He stood up, his imposing figure dwarfing everything around me. He walked slowly until my back hit his desk. His body was facing mine. Almost touching.

—Who gave you permission to correct me in front of my managers?

His voice was low. Deep. A whisper laden with tension.

—I… just wanted to help—I said, feeling the warmth of his closeness.

—Help? —His face was dangerously close to mine—. You think that was helpful? You contradicted me. You challenged me. Is that how you want me to see you? As someone who challenges me in front of everyone?

—It wasn't my intention… —I whispered.

He laughed, without humor.

—Always so obedient, so proper… until today. I wonder if you're forgetting your place.

His fingers slid from my wrist to my waist, slowly and deliberately. Then his hands rested on either side of my body, trapping me between the desk and his chest.

—Do you have any idea what you're doing when you do something like that?

My breathing became agitated.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I didn't dare.

—Look at me—ordered.

I looked up. His eyes were a blazing fire.

—When everyone leaves... you know what happens. You know who owns you.

He leaned toward me. His lips brushed mine. Just that. A minimal touch, laden with unspoken intentions. As if he wanted to prove he could take more… but wouldn't. Not yet.

—Don't do that again. Do you understand?

I nodded. Shaking, but firm.

And he smiled. Not out of tenderness. But out of control. Knowing that, even without kissing me, he already had me.

After saying that, Seok-woo picked you up firmly and sat you on the table. His lips sought yours with suppressed desire, but they barely touched your skin before straying to your neck. With determined hands, he opened your shirt and began placing wet kisses on your collarbone, causing you to throw your head back, letting out a sigh heavy with anticipation.

Your eyes searched for his, longing for a kiss that never came. You leaned forward to reach for him, but he stopped, looking down at you with a cocky smile.

—Today you don't deserve kisses —he whispered in a low, deep voice.

A frustrated moan escaped your lips, and he laughed mockingly, caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

—Mmm... don't pout, beautiful.—he added, enjoying your expression.

Undeterred, you began to slowly unbutton his shirt, brushing your fingertips over his muscles. Your lips moved down his neck, placing small kisses as he slid a hand under your skirt. With a determined movement, he pushed your panties to the side and began caressing your clit with gentle, almost tortuous movements.

Your body reacted instantly, clinging to his shoulders as you moaned into his neck, your breath caught in your throat. Seok-woo pulled away to watch your face, reveling in your expression of pleasure. Then, without warning, he slid a finger inside you and began to move with slow thrusts, continuing to stimulate your clit with his thumb.

You held onto him tightly as moans escaped your lips. Your body shuddered, growing closer to climax, and he felt it clearly as you began to clench around his fingers. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled out abruptly, drawing a frustrated moan from you.

—Not so fast —He said with a crooked smile, as he lifted your skirt higher and unbuttoned his pants.

He pulled out his already hard member, stroking himself slowly as he watched you. Then he aligned himself with your entrance and, without warning, entered you in one thrust. You clutched his shoulders with a loud moan, and he murmured in your ear:

—This will teach you not to question me again.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, overwhelmed with pleasure, and you whispered to him between gasps:

—I'm... I'm cumming...

—Oh really? —He replied playfully. At that moment, he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and frustrated again.

A moan escaped your throat. Before you could react, he pulled you off the table, firmly turned you around, and pressed your chest against the desk. He lifted your skirt again and thrust into you again, deeper and faster this time. Your moans filled the room, and he pulled you close and pressed your back against his torso, murmuring in your ear:

—Don't do that again, you hear me?

With your voice barely audible from pleasure, you asked him:

—Will you kiss me again...?

—Yeah —He replied without stopping.

—Okay, boss... it won't happen again...—you gasped, trembling with pleasure.

He smiled and kissed your cheek tenderly, continuing to move inside you. Then, he slid one of his hands down to your clit and began stroking it in gentle circles.

—It's... too much... —you murmured, your body on the verge of collapse.

—You can cum, baby. —he whispered.

And you did, climaxing with an intensity that made your whole body shake. Soon after, he followed with a few last deep thrusts, moaning your name.

Then he turned your face towards his and finally kissed you, deep, slow, as if sealing everything he had just made you feel.

And that night, the city witnessed a silent storm within four walls, where desire, tension, and power intertwined in every breath.

I use the seller's tags and other characters so they appear to you.🫦

MASTERLIST

[revelboo]

i need you to know this because i find it hilarious; you update so often that tumblr's notification feature doesnt work for your blog any more xD IT GAVE UP!

Woo! I broke Tumblr AND Megatron 🤣

I’m going to make it worse- I’m sorry 18+ mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Everything Is Alright Pt 91

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Maybe he’s overreacting. There’s no possible way all of his followers are fragging humans behind his back. Seekers are just a bit weird, nothing new there. Vortex he already knew was a freak, but Soundwave was unexpected. Especially sharing with Starscream. Those two don’t even speak with each other. No, he doesn’t even want to go there or think about that. So there are five deviants among how many Decepticons on earth? A tiny percentage. Nothing to concern himself with. Head lifting at the sound of peds, he stiffens as the Constructicons pass by him, inclining their heads. Scavenger saluting him with the limp form of a human dangling from his servos their legs swinging. “You have one, too?” He growls, turning and stalking away. “Is everyone here fragging humans?”

• “What now with humans?” Mixmaster asks, sounding genuinely surprised. Optics narrowing at the Constructicons, he stalks off, back the way he’d come. Because he’s going to have answers. Even if he has to beat them out of Starscream.

• Shivering with sensitivity as Starscream’s mouth moves against yours, glossa tangling with your tongue, you whimper. Aware of Soundwave still lazily rocking himself against you, his spike stroking inside you as you touch your tongue to Star’s glossa. Of Soundwave’s servos flexing against your hips as he begins to move faster, the wet sound of his spike inside you as he rocks himself urgently against you until he makes a low, humming sound of pleasure and releases again. Of Star growling against your mouth to make you realize you’re making a mess on him.

• Hips rocking in shallow thrusts against you, Soundwave relaxes into the feel of you, your body fisting his spike and the wild, chaos of your mind cradled in his, both so familiar he’s not sure he can live without them. And so much more intense when he’s inside you, that connection liquid fire in his lines. Lighting him up with your thoughts and Starscream’s whether he wants them or not. Making him aware of every other Decepticon in the base and the handful of humans, too. All those minds sparking through him, until it nearly hurts. Lips brushing the back of your neck as he vents against your skin, he wonders if bonding you to him will make it easier to block out the unwanted thoughts or make it worse.

• Optics hooded as you make a soft sound when Soundwave slips free of you, Starscream reaches up to move your hair from your face, servos stroking over the curve of your cheek. Ignoring Soundwave, he frees his spike and croons at you when you reach for him and guide him to you. Hooking an arm around you and rolling you under him, hearing your startled moan. As much as he loves watching you take his spike, he wants control. Wants to pin you and breed you. Claim what’s his so fully you’ll forget all about Soundwave. Won’t need anyone but him.

• Servos trembling as he eases back to sit and watch the Seeker thrusting against you, Soundwave can still feel both of your minds, the effect lingering. Optics shuttering as your pleasure rings through him, becoming his. Intoxicating him as he listens to the sounds you make and Starscream’s low snarls. When Starscream pulls back the panels protecting his spark, claiming you that way while he takes your body, that jolts through him, too. Feeling that lonely ache of longing, even as he tries to disentangle his mind from yours. Because that’s too intimate to intrude on. Wanting it for himself he watches you arch under the Seeker with a ragged cry, bathed in the light of his spark.

• “Starscream-” Ready to seize the Seeker by the wings and shake the answers out of him, he stops short just inside the habsuite. Seeing Soundwave mass displaced still, sitting on the floor, spike slick and shiny against his thigh, his head turning away from watching Starscream rutting against the little human. Most of you hidden by the Seeker as he thrusts urgently against you, the scandalously wet sound mingling with the noises you’re making and the Seeker’s own growling. It’s the faint glow of Starscream’s spark limning your limbs as you writhe under him that shocks him the most. Because this isn’t just interfacing. This is almost taboo, illicit. Realizing his SIC has spark bonded a human, not just fragged one.

• Toes curling at the intensity of losing yourself in him, in the bond and the feel of his spike thrusting relentlessly inside you. Pinning you under him, hips snapping against you as you feel him venting against you. Surrounded by him and safety. Home. Feel something shift between you, almost a question as the warmth that’s him wraps more firmly around you. Coaxing and you’re not sure what he’s asking, there’s no words, but you still surrender willingly. His thrusts becoming rougher, more erratic and urgent. Mouth brushing your throat and denta sinking into your shoulder, that unexpected lick of pain tripping you over the edge. Hands clinging to him as he drives deep, shuddering against you as he finishes.

• Sliding an arm under the back of your head, wings trembling, his glossa slides against your shoulder. Hadn’t meant to bite hard enough to draw blood, but hadn’t been able to help himself. It had felt too good, too intense mixing interfacing and spark play. Just wants to linger in this moment. Enjoy the feel of you as your warm fingers slide against the mesh of his neck, down to dabble in his spark. The feel of you stroking through him triggering another release, his entire frame shuddering. “Lord Megatron,” Soundwave says, those words shattering his peace as his head lifts, denta bared and wings flaring out. Aware of you so vulnerable under him, stringing him tight and pushing him closer to losing control. Because right now, he’ll kill to keep what he has.

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You can order individual Blokees off of EBay. Folks buy entire cases hunting the rare figures then sell off the rest there. My one Constructicon and Nemesis Prime were blind boxes, the rest I bought as singles that way.

[dollielliot]

˳ ･ׅ ⠀⠀ . ﾟ* 𑙕 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׁ𐄙transcripts from police calls about columbine

F.B.I. report excerpt about the Library 911 call:

"On April 20, 1999, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold shot and killed twelve students and one teacher at Columbine High School Littleton, Colorado. During the incident, teacher Patty Nielson placed a call to 911 Emergency. Neilson was in the library when she placed the call. The 911 operator answered the call stating "911" at 11:27:47 a.m. The phone call lasted 26 minutes. During the call, noises including gunshots, explosions, screaming, and yelling can be heard. The initial backround noises heard come from the hallway just outside of the library. Four minutes and ten seconds into the call, Harris and Klebold entered the Library and begin shooting. They left the Library eleven minutes and forty-five minutes into the call. The remaining gunshots and explosions heard on the tape occur in the Cafeteria, Science classroom area or the hallways of the school."

Eric - "Get up!"

Dylan - "GET UP!"

Eric - "Stand up right now or we'll blow your fucking heads off!"

Dylan - "Fine I'll start shooting then..." (shoots Velasquez) "Woohoo!"

Dylan - "All jocks stand up... white baseball cap"

Eric - "Pigs are here..." (begins firing out the window)

Dylan - (shoots Hall, Ireland, Steepleton) "Yahoo!" 

Patti Nielson - "our father.. who art in heaven... hallowed be thy name" Dispatcher - "ma'am, you need to forget about praying right now. What's happening there?"

Nielson - "They're in here... they're killing kids... I have to go." (drops phone)

Eric - (kills Curnow) "Die! Motherfucker!"

Dylan - "WOO!"

Kasey Ruegsegger - (after being shot by Eric) "Oh!"

Eric - "Stop your bitching! It's merely a flesh wound."

Dylan - (laughing hysterically)

Eric - "peek-a-boo" (kills Bernall)

Dylan - (shoots Ireland) "Die! …..down on the floor!"

Dylan - "REB?"

Eric - "Yeah?"

Dylan - "hey, man... there's a [ n word w/ the hard r] over here."

Eric - "shoot him."

Dylan - "SHIT YEAH!"

Shoels - "no…no…no.mom!"

(shoels and kechter killed)

(C02 bomb detonates)

Valeen Schnurr - "oh my god... help me..."

Eric - "do you believe in god?"

Valeen - "no. yes..."

Dylan - "Why?"

Eric - "God is gay."

John Tomlin - "Don't... done enough?"

(shots fired)

Dylan - "You think we've done enough?" (laughing)

Eric - "nice glasses" (shots fired... sounds of a scuffle.. shots fired again, Mauser killed)

Dylan - "was he trying to jump you?"

Eric - "yeah"

(shots fired... DePooter killed)

Dylan - "Look what we have here..."

Eric - "What?"

Dylan - "just some fat fuck"

Dylan - "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."

Evan Todd - "I don't want to get into trouble."

Dylan - "Trouble! You don't know what trouble is..."

Evan Todd - "That's not what I mean... I don't have a problem with you guys..." 

Dylan - "I'm going to let this fat fuck live... little fat fucking piece of shit... you can have him if you want." 

Eric - "Let's go to the commons"

Dylan - "One more thing" (sound of something smashing)

Dylan - "Reb, ya ready?"

Dispatcher - "Columbine Senior High School. There's been a shooting. There's a female in the south parking lot. OK, I'm sorry, can you tell me where she is?"

Student - "She's in the south parking lot on the lower parking lot."

Dispatcher - "She's in the parking lot, the lower one?"

Student - "Right, toward the east end of that parking lot .... I just saw everyone running. I just saw the smoke."

Dispatcher - "OK. We had a report of explosions down there. Is there a car fire or anything?

Student - "People are saying there's a gun."

Dispatcher - "Do you know if anyone was carrying a weapon out there?"

Student - "No, I do not. There's like smoke going off in the parking lot right now. There are loud noises. I'm not sure exactly. A cop is pulling up."

Dispatcher - "Can you direct them?"

Student - "No, but they're going in the right direction. People are running out of the school like mad right now."

Dispatcher - "Where is the female ... is she still in that south parking lot?"

Student - "I can't see her anymore. I ran to the phone."

Dispatcher - "Can you see anything else?"

Student - "A lot of people are at the front of the parking lot and they're running out."

Dispatcher - "When the kids came out of the school, which direction were they going?"

Student - "They went down towards the street."

Dispatcher - "What part is this? Is it like the gym area, the cafeteria or just classrooms?"

Student - "They're coming from like the commons, the lunch area right now."

Dispatcher - "The commons area? 

Student: Everyone's running and I'm still standing here."

Dispatcher - "You're out of the way of danger, aren't you?"

Student - "I believe so, I don't know." 

Dispatcher - "Do you mind if I keep you on the phone here so you can tell me if anything else is going on there?"

Student - "I think the fire alarm is going off right now. Yeah, the fire alarm is going off."

Dispatcher -  "...Shots fired at Columbine High School, 6201 South Pierce, possibly the south lower lots toward the east end. One female is down"

[unintelligible]

Dispatcher - "71"

Deputy Neil Gardner - "Shots in the building. I need somebody in the south lot with me."

Dispatcher - "MC-2's in the area."

Dispatcher - "140 enroute. 11:26" (dispatcher gives time of broadcast). 

[unintelligible field radio with siren in background]

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "11:26"

[unintelligible, officers acknowledging their response]

Deputy Neil Gardner - "Several shots. Code 33."

Dispatcher - "71. Several shots fired. Columbine High School. Use caution...."

[unintelligible]

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "You were covered."

[unintelligible field unit]

Dispatcher - "Copy. Attention. All units, there's a code three on this channel. For the officers at Columbine High. Take your traffic to channel two...."

[unintelligible field unit]

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "11:27"

Officer - "41"

Dispatcher - "41"

Officer - "Yeah, the alarm's OK. Enroute down to Columbine."

Dispatcher - "11:27"

[unintelligible]

Dispatcher - "71 requested assistance at the south lower lot."

Officer - "At the lot?"

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "at the lot. That's where we had the female down.... [unintelligible] 127 [unintelligible]"

Officer - "OK ... We've got the pupils leaving the grounds."

Dispatcher - [unintelligible] "I have report of possible grenades in the school."

Officer: "147"

Dispatcher: "147"

Officer: [unintelligible] "teacher thinks somebody is in the school with a gun."

Dispatcher - "Report units of possible parties inside the school with weapons. Also we have reports from outside the school that possibly grenades are being thrown from the roof of the school."

Officer - "27. I'm set up on Pierce at the, uh, south side lot."

Dispatcher - Pierce south side of the lot.... [unintelligible]

Officer - "44. I'll be set up on the west side of the back of the school, by the ball field."

Officer - "MC-2. I've got the west side by the ball field. Supposedly they're in black trench coats."

Dispatcher - "MC-2. West side by the ball fields, parties in trench coats, possibly has a shotgun."

Officer - [unintelligible] "copy."

Officer - [unintelligible]

Dispatcher - "Last unit"

Deputy Neil Gardner - "71"

[thatnonameuser]

What would malleus/sebek/silver do if MC said they don't mind them, but Lilia makes them super uncomfortable? Let's break up a family 👐

So you know how some terminal momma’s boys are completely and utterly blind to whatever their spouses go through despite the fact that they are vocal about how clearly uncomfortable they feel because of how their in-laws treat them? And when they’re confronted with the Ultimatum of ‘it’s either them or me’  and It’s kind of like that.

Insert the dilemma.

First, Malleus would not take your ultimatum well…

Malleus loves Lilia and asking him to let go of his only remaining living parental figure, who might I add was the one of the two major triggers to his overblot, is going to send him into an emotional turmoil that’ll go over as well as a hurricane that rains fire. 

He would do literally anything to make you love him in turn, nothing was impossible to him. But much to his This is impossible for him. Either he picks you and has to lose his father, or picks his father and has to lose his chance of having your love back. His horn could be chipped or completely intact, regardless the weather is going to be gloomy for a few weeks as he mulls over his decision. 

He’ll try to argue some compromises. Compromises like ‘Lilia still travels for long periods, so you won’t have to deal with him everyday’, or ‘He’ll make sure that you don’t interact’ but as you refuse him more and more, sticking to your guns, he starts to feel very powerless because he can’t choose either of you. 

Until he isn’t. 

Let’s not forget Malleus is the fourth strongest mage in the world. That comes with the disadvantage for you of him being limited by only his imagination. If you won’t be happy with him if Lilia’s around, why not just get rid of that problem by, simply, erasing your discomfort from your memory?

Then he wins and has the best of both worlds, you and Lilia and no more of that unnecessary choice. Isn’t that great?

Silver’s a little worse off here, having to pick between the fae that raised him, who up until you he loved more than anything in the world; and you, the person he loves more than anything in the world and will continue to love more than anything in the world. 

Obviously, he’s going to be upset. Not angry, just upset. Being forced to pick between his father and you is a choice he doesn’t want to make, because he loves you both and doesn’t want to lose either of you. 

So insert common gaslighting technique called ✨Downplaying ✨

Listen, Silver is a green flag yandere that’s slowly turning into a red one. But if you put him in the middle of a war between having an unwilling you and his dad or having a willing you alone, he’d rather have both instead of one. 

So instead of picking sides, he’s going to justify it by saying that it’s not as bad as you think it is. Lilia’s the one he went to about advice for wooing you, so whatever his father is doing that creeps you out Silver will justify that it’s just Lilia trying to help him show his love for you. He’ll make excuses for his father all day long if he has to, Silver’s not giving up either of you if he can help it. 

Oh, and by the way, he’s going to tell Lilia about this. Expect that Lilia is going to be less hard on you, not just because Silver asked him to but your cooperation makes Silver happy, so he’ll give you that inch. Don’t try to take the mile. 

Sebek isn’t upset, more outraged.

His utmost respect for Lilia makes him believe that he knows best, so the fact that you’re discomforted by his presence to the point where you don’t want to be around him is a sign of disrespect so blatant that he can’t stand it. 

Strap in for a 2+ hour lecture about you should be honoured to be even his presence, because who do you think advised him on how to give you the love and respect (within the already too broad yandere boundaries but still) that you deserve. 

Look, Sebek is aware of your discomfort. If it’s so bad that it’s something that’s going to threaten your relationship together then, he will separate you in a way you might not like.

That is him locking you in his dorm room, and not letting you out. You won’t be able to interact with Lilia if you can’t ever be in the same room as him. And while he’s going to hate doing it, he will bite his tongue and ask Lilia to stay out of his dorm just to make you happy. 

Bonus~

Lilia thinks that your attempts at getting rid of him are amusing. He knew they were never going to work, they tell him about everything and when they’re too blinded by their love for you to actually take you for themselves he helps them with that too.

So obviously when they came to him for advice, or rather raving about how disrespectful you were being for Sebek, about how you were willing to be with them if he wasn’t around, he would of course give them whatever advice they’d need.

But for once, Lilia doesn’t feel as if this is something to punish you for. You’re young and since you don’t mind being around them if he’s not there, perhaps it’s just because you’re hoping for a different type of love to bloom. And what would be the point of all his efforts if he didn’t give you time alone for a garden to be seeded. 

Of course, he’ll advise his boys as such and he could stand to travel again, to give you and whoever you were paired with the privacy you needed, but don’t expect him to never return. He wouldn’t mind returning to the sound of a newborn crying.

[innerfare]

Ace Relationship Headcanons - Part 1

Summary: A collection of headcanons about being in a relationship with Fire Fist Ace

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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A little scenario to start us off: you're Akainu's daughter- meek and mild at the start, with a burn scar or two (and a lot of trauma) from your temperamental father. You have an arranged marriage with a young marine officer, not a bad man but not necessarily a good one, either. And then there's Ace, the Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, one of the most notorious criminals in the world. It's quite the scandal when the two of you run away together. Of course, you don’t run away because you’re star-crossed lovers. You run away because Ace finally sets you free. 

You fall first, drawn to him like he’s the sun and you just have to hold him in your hands, even if you’ll get burned. His easy way with people, his boyish laugh, the freckles on his cheeks, his muscular figure. 

Ace notices you’re attractive, sure, and sweet, but he puts you in the same box as everyone else, initially, trying to keep you at arm’s length. This only changes when you reach out to him and forge an emotional connection, approaching him when he’s down, offering him a piece of candy, and saying something along the lines of, “I'm happy you're alive,” or, “I think the world is a better place with you in it,” without even realizing the depths of Ace's low self esteem. 

From that point forward, he loses his voice when you're around because he's never felt such an intense need to wrap someone in his big arms and squeeze, to bury his face in someone’s hair, to inhale someone’s scent. You fell first, but he fell harder. 

His feelings slammed into him like a train and he wouldn’t have been able to peel himself off the tracks if not for Marco’s help (the older man didn’t do much, just told him to stop being so pathetic and shoot his shot). 

Marco intended for him to talk it out with you, but Ace is a man of action, not a man of words. It takes him a bit to gather the courage because he genuinely doesn’t think he deserves to have you, but eventually, the feelings become too intense. Once he decides he’s going to confess, he doesn’t confess so much as he gets you alone and places a heavy kiss on your lips. When you kiss him back, in his mind, the two of you are basically married. 

He works really hard not to be overprotective of you, but he watches you like a hawk. He has such intense anxiety about something horrible happening to you. He even has nightmares of him losing control and hurting you because he’s such a monster, or else of you finally realizing that he’s no good and leaving him. But when he wakes up, you’re always there, and he wraps you in his arms and pulls you into his side. 

Is very insecure about your relationship and has a deep-rooted fear that you will leave him if he isn’t actively doing things for you. Also has an insecurity about being ‘masculine’ enough for you and works really hard not to cry around you. It takes you a really long time to make him feel comfortable enough to open up. 

Isn’t really sure what to do in a relationship because he’s never had one and didn’t exactly have any to observe growing up, so he mostly mimics you. You sat beside him one night on the deck of the Moby Dick and offered him half of the candy you opened up? He starts buying candy to share with you. You offered him your scarf while on a winter island even though he didn’t need it? He always keeps an extra scarf in his bag lest you forget yours and need one. You tell him you love him? He hurries to say it back, not having realized that was something people could say out loud whenever they felt it. 

When Thatch tells him flowers are always a solid bet for wooing a woman, he takes it to heart. He gets so into it, always seeking out flower shops on the islands the two of you visit and asking the people who work there to make custom bouquets with a variety of flowers, though he leans toward sunflowers and orange lilies. If he encounters sunflowers in the wild, he'll most certainly pick some for you. 

He puts so much care into your relationship the guys tease him he’s not much of a pirate, but he doesn’t care. He wouldn’t give up on his dreams for anything, and yet, there’s a small part of him that thinks he would do the white picket thing if you wanted. He wants what you want, and the fact that you want nothing more than for him to achieve his dreams makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the world. The older guys, the ones who have been on the crew long enough to recall Pops in his prime, also tease him that he really is Whitebeard’s son because the Emperor also had a soft spot for a certain lady and was never very good at hiding it (Roger was the same way but don’t tell Ace that, eek).  

Goes a little crazy for words of affirmation. He has a pretty face? He has a nice laugh? He’s a kind person with a good soul? You’re lucky to have ever met him? You love him for who he is as a person and not the things he can do for you, not the flashy ways he can fight and fearsome reputation he’s made for himself? You’d better be prepared to have his children. He’s super awkward about receiving compliments, though, and often has no idea how to respond. “Erm, thanks, I guess.” Can’t bring himself to admit that your words make him feel like he’s drowning in his love for you. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[hitomisuzuya]

requests are open, WOO!!

I've got an idea for scara. Yk how he always sticks his tongue out and blows raspberries at us? Imagine him doing that over the whole day, being the sarcastic bf he is and fem!reader gets annoyed, ending with scara/wanderer (idc which one, both are hot ngl) putting that tongue to good use, showing her how good he can make her feel with it over and over again?

ALSO, my condolences for the heat wave where you're at, we're having constant thunderstorms here💀

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Multiple orgasms. Pussy drunk!Scara. Ego stroking. Slut used once.

June 7th, guys. June 7th is when they coming to put the new AC unit in. Send your storms my way, dear❤️

"Is this what you meant when you asked me to use my tongue for something else?" Scaramouche asked, prodding and swirling his tongue around your pulsing clit. You could only dignify him with shaky sighs and moans that started to rise in octave as your grinded your cunt against his tongue.

You couldn't even be annoyed or quite frankly infuriated at his chuckle. The same egotistical laugh he'd been using all day, his remarks dripping with sarcasm while he stuck his tongue out at you.

This man never cared if he was infuriating or annoying. It was a people issue, not a him issue. And you loved him for that. So much. But today, damn he was just extra relentless.

Your hand found the back of his head, pushing his mouth further down onto your puffy pussy, each lick and glide from his tongue making you wetter. Almost embarrassingly so.

This is much more preferable to his gremlin behavior. You were steadily forgetting that you had been annoyed with him. W-why was I annoyed with him again? You even stumbled over thinking those words in your head, your loudest moan of the afternoon filtering in his ears as he swept his tongue down from your clit, plunging it inside of you.

Your hips bucked into Scaramouche's mouth, his tongue taking you higher and higher. He groaned feeling your walls clench around his tongue, his hands firmly holding your thighs apart. "Go on," He purred, smirking up at you, "use your words, pretty."

He tapped his beautiful fingers in the inside of your thighs impatiently. He knew full well he could make you cum as fast as he wanted, or let you cum when he decided he could. Swirling his tongue inside of you, he took great care in making you feel every lick on your sensitive walls.

You whimpered as he withdrew his tongue, feeling his ego growing. In the dizzying pleasure he was tongue was bringing you, you felt compelled to stroke his ego like you always did. His behavior be damned, he deserves it.

Scaramouche grew more impatient despite feeling proud that he was starting to melt your poor little brain with his tongue so fast. He sucked on your clit again, encouraging you to speak.

He always got what he wanted.

"Your tongue is making me see Celestia," You cried out. Every urgent tug on his hair made his cock throb, and harden. He could get off hearing you in the throes of pleasure. He fed on it. His tongue sped up on your clit, demanding more. "It's only your tongue I want. It's all I ever want," You babbled, your body twitching as he vibrated a muffled moan on your cunt.

"What a slut," Scaramouche moaned, getting drunk on your taste. Your worshipping praise only added fuel to the fire. His tongue worked over your clit with the same relentlessness he used in sticking it out at you all day.

Archons, he loves it when you stroke his ego. He wanted to cum like the good girl you are for him.

Scaramouche rutted his aching cock into the mattress. "Go on," He growled, releasing your clit with a soft, wet pop. He flattened his tongue, giving it kitten licks.

"It's only your tongue that can make me cum," You whimpered before your orgasm suddenly hit you. He loudly slurped loudly at your cunt, indulging himself in the taste while he tongue fucked you through your orgasm.

Scaramouche promptly sucked on your clit again, making you nearly scream from pleasure. He could feel your hands trembling as you pushed his mouth down onto your cunt. "I need more," He groaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

Having not come down from your first orgasm, it didn't take long for you to cum again, squirting as well much to his delight.

But he did not stop, driven with the intent to make you cum again.

[colorfulrook]

Heyo saw you were open to requests for SL! Im so excited ive found someone who writes for Jong in and Yoon Ho! 😭😭😭😭

Okay okay! Can i request some general dating headcanons witj Jong in, Yoonho and Cha hein please?

[A/N]: Sorry for the wait dearie! Here you go one fresh set of dating headcanons for our lovely anon, eat well! -Rook

Cha Haein

Dear Haein falls in love slowly at first, but once she gets past the initial shyness she's incredibly loyal and soft.

Blushes when you compliment her, pink will dust her cheeks as she fires back one at you. If you kiss her cheeks? Steam will start to come out from her head.

Matching. Outfits. Loves to subtly match outfits with you when you go out or when you train together.

Her love language is acts of service. She won't say "I love you" constantly — but she’ll sharpen your blades, cook your meals, and hold your hand when you're nervous

She takes pride whenever you achieve something that you worked hard for, rooting and hyping you up in her quiet and most sincere way.

Did you know? She humms while cooking. You two would be up late cooking something and she would humm a song to you while you steal some kisses and some food. (I love my girl)

Baek Yoonho

This man is soft towards you, so so gentle whenever he is affectionate with you, almost afraid to break you at first.

He is big on physical affection, he's a hand holder but what can he say? He loves the feeling of his big hand over yours.

He absolutely loves when you wear his clothes, he pretends to be cool about it, pretend is the key word.

You swore you once heard him purr while you two were cuddling, if you bring it up he will deny it while going redder and redder

Would love if you went training with him, he even throw in some little extra flex, feeling smug about it.

Woo Jongin

Another gift giver, especially if they match his jewelry. One or two of his golden rings with mysteriously disappear from his fingers and casually take place on yours.

He’s not the type to be loud about pubblic affection, but he always has a hand on your lower back, your shoulder, or brushes your fingers when walking next to you.

If you two have different jobs expect late night phone call, his job may keep him busy until late but when it does he never forgets to call you to say goodnight.

He smiles for you a lot, and not the smug smile he reserves for the media. I mean the soft, warm, and a little shy smile, like you’re his safe place.

Loves when you fix his tie or brush something off his shoulder — he’ll freeze a little and then softly thank you as he nuzzle into your cheek to kiss it.

[morguevita]

synopsis. for months, san and wooyoung have been drawn to each other in the office. they exchange long glances and brush past each other, creating a spark. san is the boss. sharp, confident and hard to reach. wooyoung is the only person who stands firm under his gaze and the only one who lingers after hours in the office, tempting fate. after all, the real work doesn’t begin until the office is empty.

tags. dom!san, sub!woo, soft!dom, teasing, slow burn (?), workplace romance, sexual tension, oral, blowjob, kissing, semi-public, praise kink, power play, dirty talk, aftercare

pairings. boss!san x employee!woo

authors note. ok this shit kinda got me twirling my hair around my finger and my heart POUNDING. i had an account refresh I WAS WBTSAN OK DONT FORGET THAT!! and i already hate this layout so much. oops :3

the office was quiet after 7pm. the usual conversations had stopped, the lights dimmed in empty spaces and only the low hum of the air conditioning system was left. most people had gone home but wooyoung remained at his desk, tapping his fingers on the keyboard and focused on his screen. he had loosened his tie and undone the top buttons of his shirt, showing his collarbone. the low light made him look appealing. san noticed this more than he wanted to. he leaned against the glass partition of his office, one leg crossed over the other, sipping coffee that was no longer hot. he stared openly, something he had been doing more over the last few months. wooyoung didn’t seem to notice or chose not to acknowledge it. maybe he liked the attention. "you should have gone home an hour ago,” san said, his voice smooth but hinting at something deeper. wooyoung didn’t look up from his screen. “i could say the same about you.” san smirked. “but i am the boss.” wooyoung finally looked at him, a slight smile forming. “right. you can do what you want.” san tilted his head and walked over to wooyoung's desk, leaning in close but not crossing a line. “do you think i don’t see you stay late when i do?” he asked quietly, almost intimately.

wooyoung paused and then really looked at him. “coincidence,” he replied. san laughed softly, lacking humor. “try again.” silence filled the room, both of them tense. wooyoung leaned back in his chair, studying san. “what if i told you i did it on purpose?” san's expression tightened. he set his cup down on the desk. “then i'd say we have a problem.” “why?” wooyoung challenged, his voice steady but with a hint of breathlessness. “are you worried someone will find out that you look at me like that?” “i'm not worried,” san said, leaning closer, one hand on the desk beside wooyoung's. “i'm frustrated that i can’t touch you when i want to.” wooyoung's breath caught. this was the moment they both had been avoiding. months of close conversations, accidental touches and lingering gazes had brought them here. san's hand brushed against wooyoung's, making him tremble slightly. “you think i haven’t noticed how you smell when you walk by?” san whispered. “or how your eyes fall on my mouth when i talk?” wooyoung swallowed hard, his pupils dilated in the dim light. “you've been playing with fire,” san murmured. “and i've been patient.” wooyoung licked his lips, his breath shaky. “then stop being patient.”

san didn’t move for a second. he just stared at wooyoung like he was daring him to take it back. like he needed to make sure he’d heard right. that this wasn’t another half sleep fantasy from too many late nights and too much coffee, watching wooyoung roll his sleeves up with that damn nonchalance that made san's blood rush south. but wooyoung didn’t look away. didn't flinch. didn't regret. san's hand shifted, slow but certain, tracing along wooyoung's wrist, the touch featherlight but electrifying. he felt the quickening pulse beneath the skin. "say it again,” san murmured, voice low and frayed. wooyoung's jaw clenched for a moment, then relaxed, his voice husky. “stop being patient.” san's breath left him in a soft, dangerous sound. half growl, half laugh. "careful what you ask for,” he said. and then he was leaning in. closer, finally close enough to breathe wooyoung in, to let the scent of aftershave and skin flood him. his nose brushed wooyoung's cheek as he whispered, “i've wanted to ruin you since the day you walked into my office with that pretty mouth and that 'i don’t give a fuck’ look in your eyes.” wooyoung exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the arms of his chair like he didn’t know where else to hold. he could feel san's warmth, the heat rolling off him like a wave temptation in human form. "and what stopped you?” he asked, breath shaky.

san let his lips ghost over wooyoung's jaw, not quite kissing, just enough to tease. “you. with your damn control. always so calm. so collected. made me wonder how long it’d take to crack you open.” wooyoung's hands finally moved. one grabbing san's tie, the other gripping the edge of his jacket. the sudden pull caught san off guard, yanking him closer until there was no space left between them. his mouth hovered over wooyoung's, just a breath away. "you talk too much,” wooyoung said, voice thick with tension. "and you’re impossible,” san muttered, closing the distance. but not kissing him. not yet. he lingered, his lips brushing but not claiming, letting the anticipation coil tighter, hotter. wooyoung let out a sound. frustrated, needy. san's hand came up to cup the side of wooyoung's face, thumb brushing his cheekbone. his possessiveness bled through in the way he held him. not rough, but unyielding. certain. like his. “you're mine,” he whispered, the words seething between them. wooyoung's eyes fluttered shut at the weight of it. “then take me.” and without thinking twice, san kissed him. finally. and it was everything it had promised to be. months of tension poured into one molten crash of lips, all heat and hunger and desperate restraint. san kissed him like he was claiming territory, like he wanted to make wooyoung feel who he belonged to with every press of his mouth. wooyoung responded just as fiercely, tugging san closer, hands tangled in his jacket, kissing back like a man starved. the chair scraped back a little as san climbed into his lap, straddling him right there at his desk. their lips never broke contact. san's hands slipped under wooyoung's shirt, fingertips grazing over hard lines of muscle, eliciting a sharp breath and a quiet curse. the office around them faded into irrelevance. there was only the heat between them. the burn. the ache. the long, drawn out fall they’d both tried to ignore.

wooyoung's back hit the desk with a soft thud, papers fluttering beneath him, but neither of them cared. san hovered over him, eyes dark, wild with months of restraint finally shattered. his tie hung loose around his neck, his shirt rumpled from wooyoung's fists pulling him closer like he couldn’t stand the distance anymore. wooyoung's lips were swollen, red, glistening from the kiss that had left them both breathless. san's mouth curled into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. it was too full of want, of obsession. “i waited this long because i wanted every second of it to matter.” his hands were already working at wooyoung's shirt, unbuttoning with slow and deliberate movements like he was unwrapping something sacred. when the fabric parted, san let out a sound low in his throat. part reverence, part hunger. wooyoung's breath hitched as san leaned down, kissing his sternum, his lips warm and open against his skin. he followed a slow, torturous path down his torso. lips, tongue, teeth, leaving goosebumps in his wake. wooyoung's hand threaded through his hair, fingers curling tight when san bit lightly at his hip, grinning when wooyoung gasped. "you're cruel,” wooyoung muttered, half-laugh, half-moan. san looked up at him through his lashes. “i told you, youngie. i've been patient.” he undid wooyoung's belt with a practiced ease, his fingers slow but precise. when he finally slid the fabric away, his palms brushed over wooyoung's thighs, warm and commanding, sending sparks through his skin.

theee was no rush in san's touch. only intent. he wanted to memorize everything. and then, with one smooth movement, wooyoung was exposed to him, body arching at the cool air hitting hot skin, nerves frayed and desperate. san's gaze dragged over him as he was soaking in every inch like he was reading something private. wooyoung swallowed hard, hand reaching for him. “san—” “shh,” he soothed, leaning in, brushing his mouth against wooyoung"s inner thigh. “let me.” he didn’t waste another second. his mouth found wooyoung with slow, devastating precision. hot, wet, perfect. wooyoung let out a strangled noise, hips twitching, but san pinned him down with strong hands, keeping him in place, owning every reaction. he worked him over with the kind of skill that only came from knowing exactly what would drive someone mad. alternating between soft sucks and firm pressure, teasing and rewarding, never fully giving in. wooyoung's hand gripped the edge of the desk like he might fall through it. “f-fuck, san—” "say my name again,” san demanded, voice rough and possessive against him. “sannie ..,” wooyoung groaned, helpless. “god—please.” san pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, his lips slick. “you begging already?” wooyoung shot him a glare but it was ruined by the way he whimpered when san's hand wrapped around him, stroking slow and hard. “i hate you.” “you love me,” san said simply before swallowing him again like a man starved. the room filled with the sounds of slick heat and breathless curses, wooyoung's voice breaking every time san moaned around him. he was unraveling. composure shattered, control slipping fast. and san? he was loving every second of it. cuz this. this was what he wanted all along. to make wooyoung fall apart. just for him.

wooyoung was close. san could feel it in the way his thighs tensed beneath his palms, in the frantic rise and fall of his chest, in the desperate way his fingers clawed at the edge of the desk like he needed something to ground him. but san gave him nothing to hold onto. nothing but the relentless heat of his mouth, the drag of his tongue, the slick pressure of his hand working in a fast pace until wooyoung was panting out murmured curses that barely sounded like words. “s-san—” wooyoung gasped, voice hoarse. “i'm—shit— i can’t—” san didn’t let up. if anything, he tightened his grip, pulled him deeper, drew out every last ounce of control wooyoung had left. cuz he wanted to see it. to feel it when wooyoung let go, completely. and he did. with a broken cry, back arched clean off the desk, his whole body trembling as the release tore through him. san held him down through it, swallowing every wave, every twitch until wooyoung collapsed against the desk like he’d been gutted. breathless. boneless. utterly wrecked. san finally pulled back, licking his lips like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop, then leaned over wooyoung,# heaving chest, brushing sweat-damp hair away from his flushed forehead. wooyoung's eyes were shut, mouth parted, breathing ragged.

"you okay?” san whispered, voice low, all the cockiness stripped from it now. just raw affection beneath. wooyoung nodded slowly, lashes fluttering open. he blinked up at san like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. “that was… fuck.” san smiled, soft and a little crooked. “yeah?” “i can’t feel my legs.” san let out a warm laugh and kissed his cheek, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “good.” wooyoung swatted his shoulder weakly. “you're such an asshole.” “you like it,” san murmured and then, quieter, “you're mine, now.” wooyoung's hand slid up to cup san's face. “i always was.” that stopped san in his tracks. for a second, all the sharp edges he used to keep himself distant. the teasing, the bravado, the control. they just… fell away. he leaned into wooyoung's touch, eyes fluttering shut. “come home with me,” he whispered. wooyoung didn’t even hesitate. “yeah. okay.” san helped him sit up, kissed his shoulder, helped smooth his shirt back down even though they both looked completely fucked out. for once, the office felt warm and not like living in antartica. like the tension that always buzzed between them had shifted into something softer. something real. as they gathered their things, san glanced over with a smirk. “by the way,” he said, “you’re never working late alone again.” wooyoung raised a brow. “possessive much?” san stepped close, lips brushing his ear. “you have no idea.”

[songmingisthighs]

Pitiful, You're Pitiful

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ch. vi

group : ateez

pairing : aged up!wooyoung × aged up!reader

genre : angst, mature

word count : 2.8 k

warning : argument, mentions of cheating, negative depiction of wooyoung, mentions of loss, calling an adulteress an assortment of names, idk what else tbh lmk if there is anything else I should add

a/n : I FINALLY UPDATED !!!!! this chapter might be slightly shorter compared to the others but trust me when I say it's very much intentional because I just want to focus this chapter on this one specific interaction. some sort of catalyst or like break from the obliteration of pyp!woo's image ig lmaooooo BUT YAY I DIDN'T FORGET TO POST PYP THIS MONTH !!!!

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After the fiasco that was your unveiling of a VERY important information about a staff of the academy, Wooyoung was immediately pulled in to get his side of the story. And of course, unfortunately, you. Luckily, you didn't get chastised by anyone because you were CLEARLY the victim in this situation. Heck, the HR team even reached out to apologize to you for the inconvenience you experienced due to their staff's "misconduct" because you're one of the founders's wives. It was an interesting way of saying that their staff is a cheating whore without any redeeming value but you'll take what you can get out of them and the situation. Which also includes his own friend group contacting you every now and then to make sure that you are okay and some (Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho) even going as far as swearing to denounce their familial relations with Wooyoung which was sweet.

Speaking of Wooyoung, he had been shoved into the heap of horseshit that he had piled on himself. You honestly have never seen him so down because he was "suggested" to take an extra two weeks of break to "settle down from the issue" which was really code for HR still having to clean up his mess because Harin decided to not go quietly. From what you heard from a reliable source (Jongho over pastry and coffee after he ditched his vocal classes to gossip), Harin came back the day after she officially got fired and made a ruckus. Literally, she went crazy and made a mess of the lobby; throwing chairs and tables around, scattering pamphlets, breaking vases, and screaming random weird things like how the company is a misogynist for firing a woman for something that was beyond her control. Safe to say, because Harin refused to move to a quieter spot, Hongjoong had to step in and reiterate all the mistakes she had made including but not limited to her having an affair with a married man who was her boss. Hongjoong had even told her that while there was another party involved, another party that acknowledged the mistakes that he had made and agreed to accept whatever disciplinary actions were required, it was also her choice to partake in such behavior. Long story short, a student uploaded the whole thing on YouTube and as of today, there were 15 different TikTok remixes ranging from EDM, screamo, and even a Donald Trump edit. Without Jongho pointing it out, you could imagine that Harin's career in South Korea was over, not because of the cheating, but because of her disorderly conduct.

You found yourself spending time rather peacefully in recent times which was surprising since your house seems to always be in a state of chaos. For once, Wooyoung didn't try to make you talk to him or about him. In fact, he had the decency to be very considerate of you and your feelings, particularly about being in the same room as him. It made you feel slightly bad to be honest because although you both were going through something, he was in the middle of being the butt of the joke and jab by everyone at the company. It was sad and pathetic but also very much deserved. Sure you sometimes found his isolation to be sad, pathetic, and downright pitiful, but then you remember what he did and you remembered how he put himself in that position without even considering the repercussions.

The same could be said about Dayoung. Well, only in the sense of her isolation seemingly from the rest of the world. Your outgoing, extroverted daughter seemed to spend a good chunk of time locking herself inside her room after school. Usually, you would have to turn into a negotiator three times a week just to get your daughter to come home right on her curfew. This time around, you had a worse time trying to get her out, even making her run some errands just so she could get some fresh air. It wasn't until a while later that Wooyoung clued in on why Dayoung was acting like that. The way you went off on Wooyoung for breaking the news in such a manner without you present or even consulting you. You did try to understand that maybe he just... slipped or that he was so emotional that it just slipped out but the point stood that he waited until you were trying to piece things together to finally tell you. Yet another secret he kept from you. Considering the frequency of things he said but hid away from you, you had to think if this was some sort of behavioural pattern that he hadn't exhibited even if you both had been married for quite a long time. Maybe he had became a master a suppressing it and all it took was you forcing the truth out of him to make said behavior to come back to the surface.

On the other hand, Woohyun was turning into a more mature and responsible version of himself. the day you both came home from confronting the slut, Woohyun became so very helpful towards you. The first thing he did was took your bag and brought it over to the kitchen table before he dashed to the bathroom to wash his hands, cleaning himself up before you had to tell him to. Then he made himself very available for you by making sure that he spent almost every single waking or available moments with you. When you;re in the kitchen doing the dishes or cooking, he would be on the counter or the dining table doing his homework. Sometimes he would even try to do chores like one time he tried to help you bringing his sister's laundry basket from the second floor and he ended up scattering everything down the stairs. Woohyun was upset and worried that you would be mad but instead, you laughed it up and helped him clean up before teaching him how to carry items that are heavier than him down. Although you couldn't find it in yourself to bring it up in case you ended up accidentally telling him yourself, you had a feeling that Woohyun was trying to distract you from the reality of what was going on with your husband in his own way. One of the things that solidified your assumption was the fact that Woohyun had limited contact with his dad significantly. The two of them used to spend time together playing games or pulling pranks on one another and even on you or Dayoung but he had suddenly refuse to spend elective time with Wooyoung no matter how much Wooyoung tried to negotiate with him with everything that he got. Despite that, Woohyun dudb't lose respect for his dad.

"Mom?"

You almost dropped the plate you were washing when you heard a voice come up from the doorway. It was surprising to see Dayoung standing there, timid like a deer because she was always happy, lively, and rambunctious, even straight-up disrespectful to you, your space, and your boundaries. But never this. She had been so... quiet for a week and it would've made you freak out had it not been for Wooyoung letting you know that Dayoung knew. That was all he said, she knew. You did not know what had gotten over you to not deck Wooyoung right then and there but he should absolutely consider himself a lucky bastard.

The sight of your own daughter standing there made you feel... anxious. You probably (most likely) should not be afraid of a bitty teenager, but how can you not? It's not like you thought that she was going to attack you or worse, ask you to give Wooyoung a sponge bath. But you just never saw your daughter this... Muted. It was as if she had stepped into an old TV where there was nothing but black and white. You silently wished that Woohyun had not gone to the zoo with his playdate friends because he would be a great buffer. Or witness for whatever that was bound to happen.

"D-do you need help with the dishes?" She asked, stepping closer to you slowly. At first, you were surprised, not exactly expecting that the first thing she would say was an offer to help you with a chore. But, you welcomed her with a smile and nodded, stepping to the side so she could come next to you and start wiping down the washed dishes.

There were no words exhchanged between the two of you for the first five minutes or so but it wasn't awkward. It was the first time that the silence was peaceful when it was just the two of you. Usually, the silence would always only come from Dayoung and it was because she was mad at you for something. Not at you and Wooyoung, just you. You were always the receiver of her animosity even when she was mad at her dad for whatever insignificant reason there could be, but this time was different.

"Mom..." she called you suddenly but what came next surprised you instead, "I'm sorry," she started, not looking at you which was unfortunate because you were staring at her with a very priceless dumbfounded expression. "I- I- what?" "I'm sorry for... This, my part in... Whatever's going on with you and dad. I'm really sorry for making you take care of him. Had I known, I wouldn't have made you take him in," she confessed and you could see that she was starting to tear up. Your heart broke and you really wanted to pull her in and give her the biggest hug that you could muster just to show your support for her but you knew that it would just make yourself feel better for accomplishing something and not actually help her feel better. So you took a step closer to her and breathed out a sigh of relief when she didn't push you away. "I'm really, really, REALLY sorry mom. He's the worst husband ever," she sniffed which made you chuckle as you blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall, "Well, I would say that Emperor Peter, Catherine the Great's husband is a far worse husband than your father."

Your attempt at making light of the situation was met with Dayoung squinting her eyes at you. "Mom, I'm serious. I've heard about my friend's dad cheating but not like this. Not in your situation, and not with someone dumb enough to think she can substitute a hand wrap for martial arts with boob tapes," she scoffed, annoyed. You sighed and shrugged, "Well, people are complicated, sweetie. I... I'm not mad, annoyed, or angry that you wanted me to take care of your dad because, in retrospect, it WAS the absolute right thing to do. I mean, your dad was injured and he's facing such a hard time at work. It would be absolutely wrong to just toss him to someone else. Who would we even toss him to? His friend? His parents?" "His whore, mom. We could've tossed him out and have his whore handle him."

The very second the words left Dayoung's mouth, your eyes widened and your neck snapped in her direction to see her frowning, staring up at you. "He's a cheating bastard and we have the right to not even be in contact with him anymore," she curtly stated. "Jung Dayoung," you started shakily. Dayoung simply shook her head to cut you off, "No, mom, oh my God, you need to stop being a doormat." "Dayoung!" you exclaimed, surprised that she was able to say such a thing and perhaps slightly offended. "It's true! God, mom, how long have you known that he has a side piece who's as dumb as a bag of rocks? How long have you held everything in and just let him walk all over you? He fucking CHEATED on you mom! When you were so down in the dumps to the point that you couldn't even take care of yourself properly! You used Woohyun and I as a distraction, shoving all the attention and care to what, fill in the void over the loss of my would've-been sibling? And where was he? He was with some other woman because he is the worst of the worst and I will never forgive him for what he did to our family!"

Maybe it was the volume of her voice or the massive weight of her words but you felt your blood boiling and before you even realized it, you had shoved a plate into the sink and you were huffing, "Jung Dayoung that's enough, you should not talk about your father that way." "Why? Why shouldn't I, mom? My God, this is the first time in like, maybe ever that I'm standing up for you, this is me protecting you and yet you're still trying to make excuses for that pathetic son of a bitch who betrayed his family!?" "He did not betray our family, okay? He betrayed me, Dayoung!"

Just like it was the first time Dayoung defended you, you had experienced your first time screaming at her and to say that she was scared was an understatement. Dayoung shut her mouth and stared at you with sadness in her eyes because she had yet to comprehend why you were still trying to stand up for your cheating husband.

"Your dad did nothing to our family, sweetie. He did this to me," you sighed, closing your eyes and exhaling shakily as you used both of your hands to hold onto the counter to stabilize yourself. "Sure, he might have altered the dynamic and whatever else in our family but he... What he did was nothing against our family but it was just against me. At least, that's what I think. I don't think I have it in me to find out exactly why he did what he did because I'm weak, Dayoung. I'm a coward like that." you turned to her and shed a tear, breaking Dayoung's heart as she realized just how strong you were all this time.

"Then why, mom? Why are you still letting him off?" Dayoung asked, her voice cracking. You tearily chuckled and shrugged, "Who said that I am? I'm doing this, ALL of this, not because I want to. I did it, because for the longest time, that was what we have agreed on in our marriage. He deal with the monetary stuff and I deal with the family stuff. As much as it hurts, no matter if I like it or not, he is still my family because his behavior be damned, he... He gave me you and your brother and that is something I would never regret. For that, I will always be thankful to him and that is also why you should still respect your father. You can be mad at him, you can be hurt by what he did, but your respect should be non-negotiable not because he deserved it, but because your dad an I taught you better than that. He truly loves you, Dayoung. He might not love me anymore but you and Woohyun are the apples of his eyes, you are his stars in the dark night sky, and you are the best thing he had and would ever achieve. Do you understand me?"

Dayoung groaned and dropped her head on your shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your waist. "Damn it mom, why do you have to make it hard for me to unleash my wrath on him?" You couldn't help but chuckle and return her hug, "Sorry sweetie, part of my job is to make sure you grow up to be a decent human being and sometimes I have to make or say things you don't like," you chuckled, making Dayoung roll her eyes but nudge her hips with yours.

As you spend a heartwarming moment with your daughter, you can't help but let your mind slip and travel somewhere else. You couldn't help but think about how you and Dayoung would probably not have experienced such a changing moment in your life. So as much as you hate it, there was a silver lining in this whole shenanigan.

Beyond the heartwarming scene in the kitchen, alone in the dark and cold emptiness of the living room, Wooyoung stood with his back to the wall. Having come down when he heard the commotion, Wooyoung initially thought he might have to step in to get Dayoung off your back. But when he heard you yell back at Dayoung, he stopped in his tracks and debated If he should stay or leave until his interest was piqued and he ended up listening in on the conversation which left him feeling broken down. Despite the gnawing pain that made him feel like he couldn't breathe, he knew he deserved that and more. He should not complain and instead, he should just accept the harsh truth. Not just the facts that you laid out to Dayoung, but also the truth that your action further proved that he was truly the devil in this equation. And perhaps he doesn't deserve to be forgiven.

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[reallyromealone]

Hi can you do a long story about the Miya twins taking care of their brother (age 5) he's mad at them because they were late to picking him up and them trying to make it up to him

Title: forgotten

Fandom: haikyuu

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu miya

Warnings: male reader, fluff, child reader, slight hurt to comfort

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

The twins were rushing, they knew they fucked up as they went to the preschool at nearly an hour late where their five year old brother stood with a seething glare "where were you two!" (Name) barked angrily as he crossed his arms "I been here forever with Mrs. (Teacher)!" The twins sighed as they knew this wasn't going to be easy, food wouldn't make him not angry this time.

"Sixth time this month!" The little one wouldn't let them hold him, only holding on to Osamu's finger "sorry bud, practice delayed!" They wasn't a good enough answer as (name) looked at Atsumu with puffed up cheeks and glared "bad reason!" He grumbled out, the two signing as (name) grumbled.

They knew they needed to do something bigger to make this up to the little one who was fed up with his brothers.

(Name) had to begin wondering if his brothers even cared at all.... Always forgetting him like this.

The twins noticed how upset the youngest was, the two feeling shitty for forgetting him.

So they did the most logical thing.

Spent 100 dollars each at an arcade with him, snacks games and toys formthe rest of the day "woo! Get it!" Atsumu said as Osamu held (name) up so he could play "win those ticket's!"

The twins held the prizes they won, the two using their coordination to their advantage as (name) ate a riceball from a convenience store they passed.

"You know we love you right?" Osamu asked the tyke, both crouching down to his level when they got home and (name) looked down and didn't answer "hey, none of that's Atsumu said to the boy seriously "you're our baby brother, we love you brat"

"Don't call me a brat!" (Name) fired back and Atsumu grinned in an annoying big brother "then stop acting like it!"

"Dummy!"

"Shorty!"

Aaaaand things were back to normal.

[luv4freddie]

Coward - S.B

Sirius Black hated being a coward, but something about your presence always turned him into one. Everyone has had enough and you refuse to let him get away with it again.

Sirius x fem!reader, non house specific, mostly fluff and comedy, a spicy kiss but that’s as suggestive as it gets, yn is a bad b, drinking, 1128 words

Sirius Black was many things, depending on who you asked— a gryffindor, a “bad boy”, a blood traitor, a marauder— the list went on. But one thing Sirius vehemently denied was being a coward.

“That’s literally the opposite of being in Gryffindor. Of course I’m not!” He would argue.

And maybe he was right, in most situations.

But when it came to you— Sirius Black was as cowardly as they get, a fact his friends had not failed to notice.

“Mate, are you just gonna stare all night?” James questions, following his friends gaze to the same place it’s been since you entered the common room.

“What? I don’t know what you mean,” he says defensively, turning his head and tipping back the rest of his fire whiskey.

“He means you’re being a little coward,” Remus chimed helpfully from where he leaned against one of the walls.

“I’m not a coward!”

“Why’s Siri being a coward now?”

Your voice rings sweetly in his ears, and Sirius’s face lights up despite the fact that you’d just insulted him.

“Hi.”

You look at him in confusion, “hi?”

He says nothing else, just refilling his cup, and you look at his friends in confusion, only to see the same look reflected on James and Remus.

They teased him a lot about you, but they knew Sirius was good with girls; they figured he just hadn’t had the chance to woo you.

But seeing the painful interaction between the two of you they now realized they were wrong.

Your mere presence turned notorious ladies man Sirius Black into a full fledged loser in love.

“Refill?” Sirius asked, gesturing to the cup in your hand.

“Sure.”

He sets his drink down on the table and refills your cup, turning around to return the alcohol to its spot on the table before stopping and looking at the two plastic cups.

“Uh,” he looks around, hoping no one has noticed, but you’re already smirking at him.

“Forget which one was which?”

“Maybe.” He sounds dejected, and you grin, grabbing the drink you know is yours. “Are you sure that’s the right one?”

You laugh, “why, are you scared of cooties?”

“We’ll no but I-”

“Relax, Sirius, if we’re swapping spit it’s not gonna be like this.”

He blanches at your comment, but the wink you throw him as you disappear back into the crowd immediately restores color to his face.

James laughs hysterically, watching his friend gasp like a fish out of water, and even Sirius’s glare can’t make him stop.

“Dude. You’re such a loser.”

“Shut it, Prongs.”

Two hours later and Sirius has finally recovered, the liquid courage flowing through his veins as he winks to intimidated third years standing in the corner or Hufflepuffs who have made their way into the party.

“Truth or dare time!!” James bellows, and the huge crowd quickly forms into a circle.

“Lily flower, truth or dare,” he starts.

She chooses truth, knowing better than to get dared to go on a date with him.

She ends up answering that no, she does not have an unexplainable hatred for people with curly hair, just him.

She asks Marlene next, who ends up trading shirts with Peter, and Peter chooses Sirius.

“Dare. I’m no coward.” He drawls confidently, and a few of the third years look like they might just faint.

All three of his friends smirk at this, having been expecting it after riling him up about it for so long.

“Fine. Kiss the prettiest person in the room.”

‘Ooooo’s ring out from everyone in the circle, and Sirius steels his face as he crosses the circle.

The third years frown, but you grin as Sirius approaches you.

“Yn?”

“Yes Siri?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“Can you scoot over please?”

You try to cover your shock, moving a step to the left as he swaggers past you and straight up to— a mirror.

The boys’ groans echo throughout the room as he places a smooch on the glass and strides back to his place in the circle.

“Coward,” comes a cough from his right, and Sirius’ eyes shoot daggers at James.

“Coward,” your cough echoes his best mates.

“Coward,” Remus and Peter let out suspicious sounding coughs at the same time.

When Lily joins in, not knowing why but just liking to rile the Marauders up at any given chance, he finally breaks.

“Merlin’s bloody ballsack,” he huffs, grabbing your forearm and marching you out of the portrait hole.

He lets go of you once you’re in the silent hallway, and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What?”

“Why did you do that?”

You laugh.

“I didn’t even start it! Why didn’t you drag James out here? Or one of your other best friends?”

He glared at you.

“Because you’re different!”

“And why’s that?” You challenge, stepping closer to him and looking defiantly in his eyes. “Why am I different?”

You knew Sirius acted different around you. You recognized the way he would blunder over his words or drop his quill when you approached him.

It was the same way you’d acted around him in fourth year, when you’d had a helpless crush on him and he was too busy enjoying his newfound charisma to “settle down” with just one girl.

Since then, you’d grown up. You grew in confidence (and a few other areas) and now you were sure Sirius was interested in you, even if he was too much of a coward to do something about it.

“You don’t even know!” He shouts, although you both know that’s not what he meant to say.

But you weren’t going to let him off that easy.

“Oh I know plenty, Siri.” Your face is getting closer now, and his breath catches in is throat. “If you weren’t a coward, nothing would have stopped you from kissing me in there.”

You know you’ve won before he moves, but soon his hands are on each side of your face and his lips are pressed into yours.

You let him push you against the wall, tangling your hands in his hair as you kiss him back.

He looks pained when he has to pull away to gasp out a breath, but he grins when he sees you smiling up at him.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

Your teases are shushed as he kisses you again, before dragging you back into the common room.

“Call me a coward again, pricks,” he yells as he stands on a table and dips you low to kiss you like a bride on her wedding day.

His friends cheer, and you can’t help but laugh once you’re fully upright again.

Sirius was many things— your boyfriend now one of them.

[daimiyamoto]

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Since Tumblr terminated my previous account, where I stored every gif pack I ever made, I decided to upload them in a separate one just in case this one gets nuked too. This is the link to the directory, but I will also post a list in alphabetical order under the cut so you know which ones I've made so far. Some of them are in a payhip page, the rest are in their respective Tumblr page.; most of them are for free, a couple of them are paid.

If you like, use or plan to use any of them, please spread the word! I won't be making an individual post for them again, so a reblog to this post helps too. Thanks!

Alec Secăreanu in Happy Valley season 3

Alex Høgh Andersen in Darkness: Those Who Kill season 2 (P)

Álvaro Rico in Madres: Amor y vida season 4 (P)

Bilal Hasna in Extraordinary season 1 (P)

Brian Tyree Henry in The Outside Story

Brian Tyree Henry in Atlanta season 3 (unfinished)

Carlos Cuevas in Citas: Barcelona season 1 (P)

Carlos Cuevas in El verano que vivimos

Carlos Cuevas in Sin límites

Carlos Cuevas in Smiley season 1 (P)

Carlos Miranda in Station 19 season 5

Woo Do-Hwan in Bloodhounds (P)

Evan Peters in American Horror Story: Red Tide (gif icons)

Elias Kacavas in Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin seasons 1 & 2

Wi Ha-Joon in Bad and Crazy

Wi Ha-Joon in Little Women

Wi Ha-Joon in With Coffee

Hasan Piker in several interviews (gif icons)

Kim Hieora in Bad and Crazy

Jesse Williams in Only Murders in the Building season 3 (missing one episode because I'm d*mb)

Jesse Williams in Your Place or Mine (P)

Jim Parrack in 9-1-1: Lone Star season 3 (unfinished)

Jordan Calloway in Fire Country season 2

Lakeith Stanfield in The Changeling season 1 (P)

Omid Abtahi in American Gods seasons 1 to 3

Omid Abtahi in Damien

Nabhaan Rizwan in Industry season 1

Nico Greetham in American Horror Stories season 2

Peter Gadiot in Yellowjackets season 1

Raúl Castillo in Night Teeth

Raúl Castillo in Seven Seconds

Ritesh Rajan in Twentyfiveish

Sachin Bhatt in But She's my Best Friend

Stephan James in Surface season 1 (unfinished)

Ted Sutherland in The Walking Dead: World Beyond season 2

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II in Watchmen season 1

I think I didn't forget any — if you think I did, let me know!

[sikyulioness]

"Through Fire and Shadows"

✨angst to FLUFF✨

Sung Jin woo x reader

A Solo Leveling Fluff Story Featuring You & Sung Jin-Woo

The air in Jin-Woo’s apartment was thick with tension. His usually calm expression was stormy, his dark eyes burning with frustration. You stood in front of him, arms crossed, refusing to back down.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Y/N!” he snapped, his voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

Your chest tightened at his harsh tone, but you refused to let it show. “I was helping you! What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and watch you fight alone?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what you should have done!” His fists clenched at his sides, shadows writhing at his feet, mirroring his agitation. “I can handle it. I don’t need you putting yourself in danger for me.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your voice quieter now. “So that’s what you think of me? That I’m just… a burden?”

Jin-Woo’s eyes widened, his expression shifting as if he realized how his words sounded. He opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance to explain.

“Forget it,” you muttered, grabbing your jacket. “I need some air.”

You stormed out before he could stop you, slamming the door behind you.

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The night air was cold, but you barely felt it as you walked aimlessly through the quiet streets of Seoul. Your mind replayed the argument over and over. You knew Jin-Woo was just worried, but the way he spoke—like you weren’t capable, like you were weak—it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Meanwhile, Jin-Woo sat on the edge of his bed, running a hand through his hair. His shadows twitched around him, responding to his inner turmoil. He let out a heavy sigh, staring at the closed door.

“Damn it…” he muttered.

He hadn’t meant to yell. He hadn’t meant to make you feel like that. But the moment he saw you in danger, something inside him had snapped. The fear of losing you had been suffocating, twisting his emotions until they spilled out as anger instead of concern.

He exhaled sharply and stood up. He wasn’t going to sit here while you were upset. He needed to find you.

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You sat on a bench in a small park, staring up at the stars when you heard footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Jin-Woo stopped a few steps away, hands in his pockets, his gaze softer now. “Hey.”

You didn’t respond, keeping your eyes on the sky.

He hesitated before sitting beside you. A moment of silence passed, the weight of unspoken words thick between you. Then, he finally spoke, his voice quiet.

“I’m sorry.”

You turned your head slightly, watching him. His usual confidence was gone, replaced with something raw—guilt, regret… and something deeper.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he continued, his tone softer now. “I just… panicked. Seeing you in danger like that—I couldn’t handle it. I know you’re strong. I know you can take care of yourself. But the thought of losing you…” His jaw clenched as he exhaled. “I don’t think I could survive that.”

Your heart ached at his words. He wasn’t just being overprotective—he was scared.

You sighed, your frustration melting. “I get it, Jin-Woo. I really do. But you have to trust me too. I don’t want to just be someone you have to protect—I want to stand with you.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly. He reached for your hand, hesitating only for a second before intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I do trust you,” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. “I just… don’t know how to handle this. How to handle us.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Us?”

He met your gaze, and for the first time that night, a small smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah. Us.”

Warmth spread through your chest. Despite the fight, despite the tension, you knew this—you and him—was something worth fighting for.

You squeezed his hand. “Then let’s figure it out together.”

Jin-Woo let out a soft chuckle, his other hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Together,” he agreed, voice filled with something tender, something unspoken.

Then, without another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered against your hair. “I promise.”

And with the way his arms wrapped around you—warm, secure, and full of silent devotion—you knew he meant every word.