#wc:315

[lgcjaesun]

chuseok

jaesun didn't realize how nice it was to actually be home for chuseok this year. having been away for chuseok in a prior year, he realized that things just weren't the same when they were done over a video call ( even if it was better than nothing and that he was grateful technology even afforded them that luxury ).

however, there was nothing that beat lazing around on the couch watching your youngest sister ( who somehow is no longer a baby ) show you the drawings that she's drawn and wanting you to read more books to her. those little things couldn't be replicated over the phone.

and of course, the food. it was clear that jaesun's parents were very happy to have their kids home and so each meal was a feast ( as if they were worried that the kids weren't getting fed properly at the company which, well, when compared to this, it really didn't feel like they were ).

it was moments like these that made him sometimes wonder if his career was worth it - giving up these family moments to be on the road or just overall too busy to return home more frequently. he didn't really know. he wanted to think that because these moments were more infrequent that it made things even more special because of it.

he knew, though, that he had put too much of his life into getting where he was now that he could never walk away from it. not unless there were some career-ending injury that happened though god forbid something like that were to happen.

for now, he would cherish these special moments where he could be here with his family. and just maybe he could try to learn to make time as well. it was all in the balance and he just hoped he'd be able to do it well in the years to come.

#ajs:solo061 #wc:315 #lgc:familycon2k23

[lgcyushin]

▶▶ LOADING … season’s greetings ( v&a edition ) 

the direction from the company was to go down during their free time to go get the photographs taken for their season’s greeting. the concepts were constrast as v&a often do, and he did enjoy both concepts. a fan of both, and the editions they’d be named after, yushin was excited to attend the session as it’d been relatively quiet for the group in the last trimester. this being said, he enjoys his own time with the recording studio that was bestowed to the group, and yushin can absolutely not complain. soon, it’ll be go-time and he knows there won’t be any time any longer to breathe. 

there are some group shots with his group members, and some solo shots as well that should occupy the majority of the afternoon. the makeup artist and hairstylists have put together a rather ‘clean’ look and the attire matches too; simple and not too ostentatious with everything combined. yushin looks in the mirror and feels like it looks like a skincare advertisement. not a bad thing, giving him a nostalgia feeling of being apart of CFs, which he wholeheartedly missed. maybe if v&a’s brand builds, the group members would all have more opportunities to get into more commercial opportunities.

“okay, you’re ready to go on set,” the hairstylist moves one more hair into place before shooing him off, this being his first look and outfit. yushin hopes that he’ll be able to get the shot in a few tries, but again, some of these were group shots and hopefully they weren’t going to end up making each other laugh in between the shots. professionalism, right? 

the first set of outfits finally comes to an end, and yushin gets whisked back for an outfit change and a refresh of the makeup and hair. a slight change, but it’s not too drastic. hopefully their fans, the eterval will love it. 

#wc: 315 #wow what a struggle #lgc:yearend2022 #►► ready player one

[lgchyuk]

📜workshop 001 - solo 01

i would stare and admire and i know if you're watching from the outside, you’d probably think i was being jealous about the way tee was teaching and giving advice (or incentive) to eunwoo about his moves, but in reality, i was really admiring them, there’s no doubt about it.

i’ve been hearing people talking about how these workshops are all about winning and how they’re battling and i feel strange whenever i picture one of the trainees as an adversary - or like i’ve heard before, an enemy. 

these past weeks i’ve been more confident about what i wanna do with my career. the opening tee gave me was just what i needed to hear and he won’t probably know how helpful he was, how the burden i carried on my shoulders was gone as we started to train.

i don’t see any of them as an enemy or rivals. eunwoo has this aura around him and long limbs and it’s always entertaining to watch him dance and evolve. i took too many notes on how his moves are fluid and seeing him and asami create different concepts for the themes tee gives us is always pleasant. 

it’d probably be easy if i pictured them as my rivals - let the colors i often associate with my routines take over (the red and black) and paint everything with intensity, but i don't. i don’t feel like it. if this started months ago, i would probably paint my steps with anger and rage but those days are over, the blacks are still present, mixed with a plethora of whites and reds and yellow and greens.

it doesn’t have to be dark all the time. i smile when i see my fellow trainees call me and i stand up. i’m ready to join them on another colorful practice day.

the future is bright, i can see it now.

#t: solo #lgc:workshops #mentions of lgceunwoo #mentions of lgctee #wc: 315

[behyejin]

with the auditions that studio delta had done and now with another season of next gen occurring, hyejin wonders what is going to happen. will she she new people around studio delta or would they join different companies? it kept her on edge in a way but she was excited to see who would join and end up with a contract at the end of the season. she knows she’s gonna tune in and watch everything that happens just like she’s sure the new contestants did for the first season. besides the first episode already has her eager to see what they’ll do next

she lets that eagerness flow into her practicing. she’s pushing herself more to make sure her skills are pushed in the way they should be. she can’t let herself be too comfortable. maybe a part of her saw new trainees as a bit of competition since they didn’t know if they’d debut in a group or solo. maybe this was the fire she needed to do better as well. 

she felt her training was coming along much better and she was enjoying getting to practice alongside everyone when in the axis building. at least those lonely feelings were subdued when she was focused and got to use her enormous social battery. it made her feel more at ease in a way. maybe she’d practice a different skill to see where that could take her. it never hurt to try plus she was feeling a bit more ambitious and wanted to break out of her little bubble more. maybe she’d try being more of a leader since she knew if debut happened, they’d need a leader. not sure she’d make the cut for that but it didn’t hurt to put herself out there with those skills in some way. she’d figure it all out in the end. she was sure of it.

#민혜진 — ♡ solo #( wc: 315 )

[bexmatt]

password 486

“please give me another chance”

...

          when matt heard about the enkor fest convention, there was no way he wasn’t going. matt was an extremely big fan of kpop, it was his love for kpop which made him travel to korea. walking through the convention though, he could only hope that one day rather than walking through a convention for kpop fans, he’d be performing at convention for his own fans. when he learned he could perform, of course he had to do it, matt had been in search of joining a company ever since the moment he came to korea, singing here gave the chance of someone hopefully seeing him and his potential.

matt was still far away from being the best singer, but that was his passion, and anyway, his dancing was worse than his singing, if he wanted people to not laugh at him, he should do anything besides dancing. over his time in search of a company that would have him, he’d gathered a list with songs he found fit to his voice, today the song picked from that list was: password 486 by younha.

he’s brought his guitar with him and he gives the people watching a smile. “hello i am choi mattheo, or if it’s easier choi dal, i’ll be performing password 486 today” he gives another smile before turning his eyes to his guitar strings. he sits as he sings, he finds that easier when he’s singing with his guitar. every now and then he looks up, giving a smile to whoever he gets eye contact with, and as always, whenever he performs, it goes far quicker than he thought it would. he wants to keep playing, and he lets his fingers freestyle a bit on the guitar at the end, but he can’t play forever, so at last, he stops. “again, choi mattheo or choi dal” he gives a smile, then a bow.

#it's been put in...→ queue #bexmatt #upon a star ^ solo #wc: 315 #be:enkorefest

[eunholgc]

eunho’s prep for the concert.

eunho was excited to meet their fans, though praciticing all the songs as if it was a mini-concert of sorts felt weird. especially considering that one of the songs was an older release, a release that happened before any of the current type zero members had been a part of and honestly eunho found the concept of that odd enough as it is.

they were the new line up but the starting song was an old type zero song, were they still living in the shadow of the old line up. obviously, they wouldn't be able to overcome them, unless they somehow managed to perform their songs better than the original lineup for the group.

to out perform them.

that seemed to be a feat in itself and he was the leader, sure, eunho hadn't paid full attention to the group when they first had made their debut but now. practicing for the school concert, makes him wonder - if he had been around back then, if he had put more effort into becoming an idol back then would he have been in the original line up.

what role would he have had?

there were so many questions in his head and honestly eunho couldn't even imagine it because he wasn't sure back then what he wanted, if he wanted to pursue this but here he was. a fully-fledged debuted member and eunho wanted to be here, he wanted to be the leader and take care of the others and he needed to prove it to the staff around them.

so he made sure that he practiced for the concert, kick it most of all because the other songs were drilled into him at this point and he needed type zero's debut song to be drilled into his body as well, even if it was just for a school concert. it was for their fans.

#은호 ╏ solo #lgc:typezeromission #wc: 315

[bizbat]

He Realizes He Loves You - JJK x Reader

~ Reader is implied to be under 6ft but appearance is otherwise not mentioned.

~ Reader is implied to be fem and is explicitly fem + afab in Toji's part.

~ Including: Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Choso Kamo, and Sukuna Ryomen (in order).

~ Feel free to request a character not included!

~ Smut included for multiple characters.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ Thank you to (@starlight5cat, @s0ph1a7, @koiromii, @totallydestiny, @local-hopeless-romanic, @dalis-raines,@ryosuku, @liargh, @llotusfeet1, @crustychoco, @cult-of-norman, @broccolihater80, @bringmethewolves, @sohstayshawol, @therealisttheillest, @midnightxsecretary, @skullzgarden, @tiatasha-01, @sardonyx005, and @dimpled-peach) for all the characters they suggested!

~ Cw: Creampie (Toji), Slight Anal (also Toji), Pet Names (also also Toji) :( Mild Groping (Choso), Slight Yandere/obsessive behavior (Geto)

He realizes he loves you.

Toji - Explicit Smut, Wc: 315

The way you're squeezing him like you don't want him to pull out, calling his name like a hymn, God he might just cum right then and there. He's losing his mind as his hips slam against your ass, his thumb in your other hole, gripping the fat of your cheek while using it as leverage to pull you pack onto him.

Fuck, have you always sounded so sweet? And have you always been this pretty? He can't remember. All he knows is that he's not sure he's ever felt this good. He knows he's not thinking straight when his hips stutter, his cock throbbing inside you, and instead of slowing down, he speeds up. If he was a bit more cognizant, he'd consider pulling out, but who is he kidding?

You're too sweet to him, he knew it from the day you met. If he was a less selfish man, he'd have walked out of your life the second he felt his pants tighten at the sound of your voice. But, he's thankful he's not less selfish. "Gonna let me cum inside ya, baby?"

But, at the end of the night, he can cum in any broad willing to spread her legs for him. The second he blows his load, he'll be heading out the door. He's done it a million times. Veni, vidi, veni. Sometimes he'll turn a one night stand to a two night stand, but he never does more than twice.

Wait, how many times has he been over to your place again? Nevermind, he's cumming now. He doesn't still his hips as the thick, creamy white substance spills out of your cute little cunt. But his brain is fried, so when your juices coat his thighs, and your fingers squeeze his forearms, all while pressing your glossy lips to his . . . How's he supposed to help himself?

"F-Fuck, love you baby."

~

Megumi - No Smut, Wc: 265

He's never been the type to "jolt" out of bed. He usually slowly comes to consciousness, his body acting as a natural clock. Tsumiki would always say he was the early bird of the two. It was always just his routine.

But today, for some reason, the second he wakes up he snaps up and out of bed, his back straight as an arrow. It takes a second for his brain to register why. It's you. Here you are, peacefully laying in his bed beside him, his sheets covering everything but your face. You must have fallen asleep here after you and the other first years had movie night.

His eye twitches as he considers what to do. He doesn't wanna wake you, you look like a little angel, granted, you have a bit of drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth, but an angel nonetheless! He doesn't wanna tell Gojo, lord knows he'd never let him live it down. He doesn't want the higher-ups to find out and get you in trouble.

His brain moves damn near a mile a minute as he thinks of possible solutions. If you were awake you'd probably tease him about the smoke coming out of his ears. His eyes anxiously dart across his room, as if something in there could possibly fix his problem-

Until you roll over, your arm limply draped across his lap. It's not really a problem, is it? Gojo can handle it, he thinks to himself as he slips back under the covers, letting you hold onto him as you sleep in.

~

Gojo - No Smut, Wc: 334

Satoru doesn't do it for praise. While the sound of his sweet girlfriend's voice thanking and complimenting him is practically music to his ears, it's not his sole motivation. He's not sure what it is.

Maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes when he gives you your favorite type of pastry, he went out of his way to visit your favorite bakery, even though it was out of his way. Or maybe it's how tightly you hold him when he brings you a new bottle of your favorite perfume, even though the manufacturer stopped selling it. Maybe it's the way you squeal his name with joy and surprise when he appears at your doorstep, a cute little kitten in his arms, a bright blue bow tied around its neck.

He's not sure. It could be all of them for all he knows. Don't get him wrong, it's more than enough to get him out of bed every day. But it might actually be the fact that you almost . . . disregard his gifts afterwards. Maybe that's not the right word, but you're so casual about everything (except the kitten ofc). The necklace he got you last month, the one with his and your initials inside of a gold heart? You wear it everyday. Never say a word about it.

The watch he dropped at least a band on, the one that has five sets of hands and tells the time in Japan and your home country? You keep that in its case next to your bed. In the entire time you've dated, he doesn't think you've ever asked him for anything material. Maybe to do the dishes or take out the trash

Maybe that's it, actually. The fact that you'd rather spend time with him. That you see him as the biggest gift of all, it plays into his ego, sure. But there's something different about the way you cherish him, versus how the world does. Regardless, the thought makes him smile, makes his heart swell.

~

Nanami - Mild Smut, Wc: 336

Nanami has a lot of regrets in life.

He regrets every missed opportunity, every untaken chance, every day he's taken for granted, when others have to struggle so much to get half as far. Sometimes, he worries the thing that will finally do him in is grief. He has nightmares about choking on all of his remorse, and his biggest fear is that the second he gets something good, he'll be too distracted to hold onto it. But he has no regrets about you. He can feel it, even when he was still a student. Nanami knows how special you are. He sees it in the way your soft hands hold his face every morning and every night. In the way your lips curl and your hips wiggle in a little dance when you eat your favorite food. In the way your voice always rasps a small "good morning, my love," even before your eyes have opened.

God, you're special to him. And he knows better than to let you get away without knowing that. So when he has you in his arms, naked as the day you were born, your eyes tired and your skin sticky, he lets you know. He leans down, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck, his lips just barely ghosting against your skin. He thrusts his hips gently, your soft smile and tiny moans encouraging him. He doesn't need to realize he loves you, he already knows that, but until now, right this very second, he didn't realize he was in love with you. And it hits him like a truck. He hadn't realized that your laugh is his favorite sound in the world, that he could eat your cooking until the day he dies, that you could scream at him for hours and hours, and he'd still think you had the voice of an angel.

But God, you're special. He mumbles into your collarbone, something he's always ment, but never fully grasped. "Ngh~ God, I love you."

~

Geto - Implied Smut, Wc: 352

You're so blessed. You have his head resting in your lap, his hair loose as your fingers card through it, his robes barely hanging onto his muscled form. He's so beautiful, you can't believe you're only getting to see him up close now. His dark eyes stare penetratingly into your soul, his soft smile making your heart feel like it's on fire.

He has invited you into his personal quarters, the familiar scent of sage, and oils wafting through the air. It wasn't uncommon for him to invite someone to his room, just to keep him warm or entertained, not that it was frequent, but it wasn't like it never happened. To say that this wasn't what you had expected upon first entering, would be an understatement.

You had introduced yourself to him, bowing at his feet as you began stating your name and how long you'd been a member, only for him to interrupt you, listing information you didn't even know he knew about you, information you didn't even know about you. You sat there on your hands and knees, mouth agape in surprise, until he placed a hand under your chin, gently closing your mouth and guiding you to your feet. You didn't think to question it, of course your lord and master knew everything about you.

He pulled you deeper into the room, going into detail about how you had caught his eye the moment you had begun worshiping him and his ideals. He explained his plan for you to lead alongside him, become his bride and second in command, only if you wanted to, of course. It was a big responsibility, hundreds of people suddenly bending to your every whim. Not to mention his two wonderful daughters.

But why would you ever say no? How could you possibly deny the prospect of being his wife- Geto-Sama's wife!? So here you are, your own robes just as loose as his as you carefully stroke his long, inky locks. You're so beautiful, he's truly blessed to have such an obedient, loving little lamb in his flock, finally, all to himself.

~

Choso - No Smut, Wc: 282

He's happy he has you here. Sat in his lap, the glow TV illuminating your pretty face, his hands up your shirt. The only thing that could make this better would be if his brothers were here, though, perhaps it's better if they aren't. He does appreciate the intimacy of it just being you and him.

He can't help himself from looking up at you, paying attention to the way you mindlessly chew on your lip. It makes his own lips part with desire. "Can-can you kiss me again?" He lightly squeezes your chest, his fingers tightening around the black lace bra under your shirt.

His curious, pleading eyes are too hard to ignore. He moans into your mouth, one hand groping your breast, the other gently holding your tummy. He rests his head on your shoulder when you finally pull away, a nervous smile on his face, he's still learning how to do it right, he hopes you don't mind. Actually, he knows you don't.

If anything, you love it. He can tell by the way you hold his cheeks when he does it, the way you giggle and kiss him more and more just to see it widen. He wants to do that for you. He wants to hold your cheeks and giggle when you smile and kiss you to see you do it more.

His heart erratically beats in his chest as he impulsively reaches out, turning your face and holding you still while he presses messy kisses to your lips. He doesn't stop the barrage of pecks when you ask him what he's doing. He just smiles. And that makes you smile. And that makes him smile more.

~

Sukuna - Implied Smut, Wc: 266

If you were to ask him about it, he'd laugh in your face. Sukana cares for no one, he does not love, he does not enjoy anyone's presence, he does not feel warmth in his chest when you kiss his cheek. Absolutely not. Never. You'd be foolish to think otherwise.

You may be his favorite concubine, who he always lets lay with him in bed after he's had his fill. Who he lets run her fingers through his hair during bathtime. Who he makes sure is seated on his lap at all times. But that does not mean he likes you. It just means he finds you tolerable. Yes, that's it.

He finds you tolerable, at most, and that's generous, even, so there you go, there's your answer. Only, you didn't even ask to begin with. You said "Good morning, my lord," and here he is, going on a rant in his head about how much he doesn't love you. Shit. He's in deep. Far too deep for anyone of his standing, and it's too late for him to pull himself out of this eternal abyss.

Curse you, wench, for having such control over him, unwittingly at that. Who do you think you are? With your adorable face, and your soft hair, and your nice smell-Wench! Mark his words, he may be steadfast in making you his bride, and disposing of any other concubines that expresses too much jealousy, and keeping his palace decorated in a way that you would find flattering, but he is not in love with you by any stretch of the imagination.

#bizbat #jjk #toji x reader #megumi x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #choso x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji smut #nanami smut

[gloomwitchwrites]

hi!!! i literally started reading your blog and FR YOU HAVE TALENT. Got me giggling and kicking my feet cus of that girl dad!tf141 fics.

I was reading one of the links you put in for prompt ideas and I read that one six words sentence from link five: "I can't risk losing you again." hello?? potential angst to fluff?? I couldn't get it off my head and i was wondering if you could write something from it :>

Thank you so much! That's so sweet of you! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading the Just Like Dad stories. I had a lot of fun writing them.

"I can't risk losing you again" is such an open-ended prompt. There is a lot you can do with that. I hope my humble offering is enough. I certainly went more angst than fluff on this one, but I really do love sad things with twinges of hope thrown in.

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, mild blood, non-graphic mentions of violence, angst, fluff, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy complications

Simon "Ghost" Riley: An enemy of Simon's harms you, forcing Simon to make a tough decision. (wc: 315) Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Kyle decides there is only one way to keep you close. (wc: 323) John Price: Price worries after you tell him you're pregnant when the first pregnancy had complications. (wc: 329) John "Soap" MacTavish: Johnny learns that falling in love with a teammate can only lead to sorrow. (wc: 542)

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if series masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Busted door. Shattered glass. Overturned table.

The lights aren’t working and rain enters through the open patio door. You are safe and whole and far from this. But is it enough? Will Simon be able to keep you safe?

What was once doubt is now cold truth.

It’s not your trashed home but the state Simon found you in. It was your heavy-lidded eyes and bruised face. It was the pools of red that Simon didn’t know belonged to you, the dead man facedown in the carpet, or both. It was your smile of relief when you realized it was Simon drawing you into his arms.

Simon knows the man who did this—no. He knows who fucking ordered it.

And when he finds Makarov, he’ll show that fucker just how trigger-hungry he can be. The lead will burst and fuse to his lungs, and Simon will bathe in the aftermath.

All that’s left is your safety. If Simon knew that his career would lead to this, he would have taken steps to protect you years ago. You are always his one bright spot, that candle in the dark that is his life.

With you, he became more than his trauma. More than his guilt. More than his past. With you, he found peace. He found happiness. You are the sugary candy that sticks in the teeth but is too addictive to give up.

Departing is agony. The return is his reward and his longing.

You are everything.

And that is why he let you go.

Why he said, “I can’t risk losing you again.”

He put his head in your lap, his fingers digging into the sides of your thighs and failed to push down the tears.

Laswell will take you far away. She will keep you somewhere safe.

Makarov won’t find you.

And maybe—perhaps in the future—Simon can return to you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle is a nervous wreck.

The tiny box sits heavy in his pocket, burning an invisible hole. His plan is not the most romantic, but the two of you aren’t the type to go big. It’s all subtle, and Kyle only wants this moment to include the two of you.

This is his last chance.

Kyle’s final opportunity.

In this relationship, Kyle has kept you second. Not on purpose but out of habit. Work is his lifeblood. It drives him, and every successful mission is a point of pride. But in keeping up with that, Kyle left you behind.

His absences lengthened, and over time, he noticed you were pulling away, closing off. But that isn’t your fault. Kyle created the perfect brew for you to drink. These are the consequences of his actions, and he needs to make it right.

There was a time when Kyle nearly did lose you. When he came home and thought you had packed up and left without saying a word. That broke him. Made him realize just how distant he’d become.

Change is difficult.

But Kyle did it. Slowly.

Your smile returned, and when he comes home, your greetings are full of passion.

I can’t risk losing you again.

Kyle takes a deep breath as the deadbolt on the front door disengages. There is a slight tremble in his hands. Kyle is never nervous. Never. But fuck—taking this next step is driving him up the goddamn wall.

He pushes off from the couch, turning just as the front door swings open.

You step inside, face turned away as you go to shut the door. When you finally glance into the room, all the nervousness inside Kyle’s chest evaporates.

Your smile is so sweet, and you don’t hesitate. Dropping your bag, you rush toward him, and Kyle cannot help but meet you halfway.

He’s making the right choice in asking you to stay with him forever.

John Price

“You’re not happy.”

John is happy. He is. But old worries bubble up, seeping into the joy. It’s tainting everything, and that is clear by how your smile starts to fade.

“I am happy,” he says, but his mouth is a hard line. John knows he’s frowning.

You shake your head, one hand resting over your stomach. “Don’t lie, John.”

This is supposed to be a happy moment. He should sweep you up in his arms. He should kiss you until you’re begging for air. But all John can think about are all the doctor appointments he attended with you, and the grimness of what might not happen.

From that came a daughter. John loves her. Adores her. But bringing her into the world nearly killed you. He grappled with that stress while being as present as possible with you. Growing your family has always been a dream, and John doesn’t fault you for a second. There is no family without you.

John grasps the sides of your face and moves into your space. Your own hands close over his, keeping him from retreat.

“I am happy,” he reiterates. “But we both know what it took to bring our daughter into the world.” John shakes his head absently and breathes deep. “Don’t do this for me.”

“John—”

“I can’t risk losing you again.”

This time, your smile returns. There is a hint of sadness lingering behind it, as if you too are reflecting on all that happened.

“Everything will be fine.” You release his hand and gently cup his cheek.

John kisses your forehead, his thumb absently tracing your jaw. “Are you sure?”

The decision is ultimately yours, and John will respect whatever you decide.

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” he nods.

John pulls you in, lips finding yours. When you melt into him, accepting all that he’s giving, a wave of peace settles over him.

This is right.

And whatever happens, the two of you will face it together.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny drips water all over the floor. He is soaked through. Shivering. But he could give a fuck.

“Where is she?”

“Soap—”

“Where the fuck is she, Price?”

Captain Price sighs heavily and crosses his arms. “She needs rest.”

Johnny swallows down his retort. He’s not upset with Price, and shit like this happens all the time, but he needs to know if you’re okay.

You took a fucking bad fall, and Johnny couldn’t stop to run after you. The mission comes first, and it wasn’t his job. Other people stepped in and whisked you away. But from the height you plummeted from, Johnny feared the worst.

Still does to an extent.

If you were dead, Price wouldn’t hide that from him. But he might hide how bad you’re injured as a way to protect him. Price has always been fatherly in that regard. Right now, it’s driving Johnny fucking nuts.

“Captain. Please,” Johnny clenches his fists and then releases them. “Let me see her.”

Price’s frown smooths a bit and the middle of his brow wrinkles with concern. “For a few minutes. All I can spare.”

Johnny has to keep from rushing to the hospital room doorway when the words leave Price’s mouth. He has Johnny walk with him to your door. Thunder rumbles in the distance and rain steadily hits the large window at the far end of the hospital room.

Just as Johnny takes a step inside, Price’s hand is on his shoulder.

“She’ll make it,” is all he says before he shuts the door.

Johnny lingers right inside. All the lights are off except a small lamp in the corner. Your eyes are closed, and your face is peaceful. There is bruising. A few bandages. The machines next to the bed beep softly.

He was so eager—so determined to get to you. Now, Johnny deflates.

On quiet feet, he grabs a chair and brings it over to your bedside. You don’t stir. Simply sleep. Johnny eases down into the chair and leans forward, his forearms crossed as he rests them on the side of the hospital bed.

Still, you don’t move. And Johnny doesn’t dare wake you.

Rest is important, and all he wants is for you to recover.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “That I didn’t come sooner.” The rain picks up and Johnny smooths back his wet hair. “But I can’t keep doing this. Every time you’re hurt I—” He sighs heavily and rests his forehead on his crossed arms.

“I can’t risk losing you again,” he murmurs into the bedding.

It’s become too much. You’re not supposed to fuck your coworkers and you shouldn’t fall in love with them either. But Johnny did both. With you. And he cannot take that back.

He’d give anything if you’d set this all aside.

Your fingers brushing against his scalp startle him. Johnny lifts his head, only to find you watching him. There is a soft smile on your lips, and his instinct is to grasp your hand and bring it to his lips, kissing each knuckle and then your palm.

The moment your mouth opens to speak, there is knock at the door. Johnny frowns and looks up, finding Price in the doorway.

“Time’s up.”

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[anothermansjeans]

I feel like it would be really funny if whilst Spencer was on a case somewhere he gets recognised by some people but instead of it being because he’s an fbi agent or he’s got a million phds it’s because of him being in a TikTok or YouTube video with YouTube reader and the team are just so confused cause this is before they know that she’s a YouTuber

okay so this isn't really what you asked for bc i have the team knowing about her job before they meet her (and spencer was shown on camera after she's met them), so i apologize on that front!! also i was a bit tipsy when i wrote this soooooo yeah LMAO anyway i hope you like it 🫶

cw: a fan meets spencer, slight bullying but it's all love

wc: 315

youtuber!masterlist

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Spencer, JJ, and Derek were canvassing the area for their current case when it happened. They knocked on a door, hoping to get any information possible.

They knocked on a door, and a woman in her early twenties opened it, furrowing her eyebrows with her eyes narrowing in on Spencer. “Hello?”

The three of them showed her their credentials, and Derek introduced them, “We’re agents Morgan, Jareau, and Dr. Reid. Were just going around asking–”

“Oh my God!” They all stared at her, confusion written across their faces. “You're Spencer Reid! From Y/N’s videos. You're her boyfriend!”

Spencer paled as JJ and Derek tried to hide their chuckles. Everyone figured something like this would happen at some point, and Derek was over the moon he was able to witness it firsthand. “Um, yes, yeah. But uh, we really need to get some information…”

And he hoped that was the end of the conversation, but once they were done asking questions, she promptly asked for a picture together. And who was he to deny? He certainly has never been through something like this before– someone recognizing him for something other than his scholarly achievements.

The jokes began the moment they were walking back to the SUV, and when they were back at the precinct. Derek made sure to announce to Hotch, Emily, and Rossi that “pretty boy is famous!” and of course Spencer sported a blush for the rest of the day.

When he told you what had happened your first response was to ask if he was okay, and once he gave you confirmation of that, you laughed so hard, you could barely breathe. You wanted to be there for the first time he’d get recognized, knowing he’d be so awkward about the whole thing, but hearing it from Spencer and your group chat with JJ, Emily, and Penelope was the second best thing.

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[nymphie-mama]

games

PAIRING: rafe cameron x reader

SUMMARY: rafe is only trying to play poker with his friends, but y/n is in need.

WARNINGS: somewhat public sex, thigh riding

A/N: this is my current shortest one shot, but i’m tempted to make a series. lmk

WC: 315

“Please, Rafe,” Y/N whispered. She’d been sitting on Rafe’s thigh for an hour while he played poker with Topper and Kelce. “Please, I’ll be good.” Partial lie.

“Please, what, doll?” he whispered back, placing a card onto the table. She tried, failed, to roll her hips on his thigh as he chuckled, “Words, baby.”

He stopped her body, wrapping his lean arm around her waist. “Rafe, please,” his grip tightened, “I need to cum.”

“Aw. Too bad,” he said, voice dark and coarse, “You’re lucky I don’t fuck you right here and let my friends how well you take it.” Her eyes screwed shut at the thought, embarrassing her just to think of.

“Please.” Her hands reached behind herself and onto his sides, trailing them up and down.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh. Right here,” he said, setting his cards down and putting his hands on her waist, rocking them for her. Her cheek was between her teeth, trying to stay quiet, finally getting something from him.

Her slick had already made a mess on his khakis, but it was only getting worse. His hands moved away from her frame when his next turn of poker came along, leaving her to her movements. Her sundress was hiked up just a little, not showing anything but still leaving enough room for Rafe to keep one ringed hand on her thigh; his way of making sure she didn’t move too obviously.

He laughed at her struggle to relieve herself. “Having fun?” he whispered again, eyeing Topper while he chose a card to place down. When she didn’t respond, his arm found its way around her waist again, stopping her movement; her whine at the loss was quickly disguised by a cough from Rafe. “Y’know what?” he said, louder before toning it down again, “Go. I’ll take care of you later.”

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[dearestgojo]

Gojo x Fem reader

A/n: I don't have anything ready for Gojo's bday since I've been in somewhat of a writer's block (Barely got some inspo for an Aki fic this morning though so this rut shall in soon), so here's an unfinished draft that I don't think I'll ever actually finish.

Warnings: 18+. Cunnilingus. Virgin reader. Corruption Kink.

Wc: 315

You lay on the edge of the bed, legs pressed upwards towards your stomach, two large hands with their fingers splayed out on the back of your thighs, keep them spread open as the warm tongue glides along your slit. The bridge of Satoru's nose bumps against your puffy clit, and your slick coating the bottom half of his face as he fucks you with his mouth. He hums when you buck your hips up into his tongue when he sucks on your clit harshly before going back down towards your clenching hole, the vibrations making you hold on tighter onto the white sheets beneath you.

It's the first time you've ever experienced something like this. The first time anyone has touched in this manner. And it's all so overwhelming, from the sounds of Gojo slurping between your thighs to the warmth of his tongue pressed to your insides as he takes everything he can from your inexperienced body. Even more so when your climax hit's you, hips rising off the bed and pushing Satoru closer, and your thighs trembling and tightening around his head. Your ears ring as you frantically look for something to keep you grounded in reality, Satoru prolonging your orgasm by never separating from your sensitive cunt until you're coming down from your high.

He smiles lovingly as he watches you heave, watching the curves of your breasts rise and fall, relishing the small satisfied hums you let out.  He pushes himself off the ground and onto the bed between your thighs. Pushing the waistband of his boxers down and pressing a quick kiss to your knee, he praises you, "You were so good for me. I never imagined you'd be so sensitive," - he lowers himself down a bit, pressing the length of his cock between your thighs, smiling when you squirm and mumble out his name - "but I love it."

#Gojo smut #gojo smut drabble #gojo drabble #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #jjk x reader smut

[wynnyfryd]

you’re my favorite double feature

steve x eddie, wc 315, prompt: ‘feature’ + 20min time limit | ty @violetevents for prompting this the other day 💜

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“Feature… creature, preacher, teacher…” Eddie mutters under his breath as he taps his pen against his notebook in a frantic rhythm. He blows out a breath and switches to chewing on it instead.

“If you break that and get ink all over your mouth again, I’m not helping you clean it up,” Steve says.

“Aww, baby, no! You wouldn’t lick it clean?” Eddie pouts playfully as he leans over the counter into Steve’s space, and Steve is so grateful that Family Video is totally dead this time of day. “I thought you looooved me.”

Steve blushes and shoves Eddie back to the customer side of things, heel of his palm smushed to Eddie’s forehead, goes back to rewinding tapes while Eddie laughs.

“Why are you writing about creatures anyway?”

“Ooh,” Robin looks up from her magazine, “Are you writing a Halloween song?”

“Are you gonna work at all today, or…?”

“Nope,” she says brightly, just boops Steve’s nose with her pointer finger and turns her attention back to Eddie. “I love holiday songs!”

Eddie chucks a bag of skittles at her. “It’s not a holiday song, Jesus Christ.”

“Okay!” Steve huffs. “You stop messing up my display, and you get your ass over here and help me clean.”

Robin scowls. Eddie gulps.

Robin hears it and scowls harder. “Oh, my god, please tell me Steve’s pissy manager act isn’t doing it for you right now.”

“…Shut up.”

“Oh, my god.”

“Shut up, Buckley!”

———

🎧 bonus: the very sappy love song Eddie was writing that day

you’re my favorite double feature,

love the freckles on your skin

i wanna marathon your smile,

how i love to drink you in

i’m your most captive, captivated, inundated audience

overwhelming waves, they swell, they break, leave me with no defense

i am rudderless, this utterance will set me so adrift

but i insist

that you know how much

i adore you

every single

second we exist

#robin helped write the melody #she peeked over eddie’s shoulder like a nosy little shit and said ‘let me add a trumpet solo eddie it NEEDS one’ #eddie just beet red and quietly wishing rabies on her for a second before agreeing to let her help #steve going all 🥹 when he hears it #i have a lot of feelings about steve being a soft squishy little thing who cannot encounter sweetness or sincerity without ugly crying #steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie drabble #platonic stobin #st4 fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #fics i done gone and did

[shoutaswhore]

&burn • tobioxfem!reader

wc: 315

warnings: none just a little bit of angst :)

"lips meet teeth and tongue" you speak as you kiss him for the last time, walking away as tobio grabs your wrist, tears in his eyes.

tobio is crying now, "my heart skips eight beats at once" his words aee coming out as sobs. but he can't make himself look at you

"your love feels so fake" you snarl at your once boyfriend. you had caught him kissing a fan after a game, her hands in his hair as they made out.

"baby please, let me explain" you won't let him say anything, he knew better then to talk to you when you were mad.

5 years together and a ring on your finger, yet he was still kissing fans.

"if we were meant to be..." you cut yourself off, unable to keep speaking as you compose yourself, not wanting to cry, "we would've been by now"

your voice cracks as the tears start to flow, "see what you wanna see but all i see is him right now" you refer to the days when you had first met him, the guy who was obsessed with kissing groupies.

he loved the attention, he adored it. but when he saw you, it all fell into place, or you had thought.

"go ahead and watch my heart burn" you bute at him, your words like hot needles against his heart.

"y/n... i love you so much" he begs you to stay with those words that mean nothing now.

"how do i know you hadn't kissed others!?" it's obvious you are in a state of heartbreak, "how many-" you lick your lips to get the last taste of tobio off them.

"your lies will never keep, i think you need to blow them out" you spit at him again, he's not seeing how mad you are, not yet.

"8-8-2015, i still remember that" the day you met, "heaven sent a present my way" your anniversary was a day you both remembered, they were always lavish. he made sure of that, pampered you, treated you like the princess you deserve to be.

"i won't forget your laugh" he mumbles, still unable to look up at you, unable to look at the woman he made his with a ring, with a baby on the way.

"found guilty in the court of aorta" you walk away from him, dropping the shared house keys in his hand.

#🍬.kinktober 2022 #🍥.my writing #* ੈ✩‧₊˚ ʰᵉᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ #tobio kageyama x reader #kegayama tobio #hq tobio #tobio x y/n #tobio x reader #tobio angst

[sun4kiss]

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮” p. js ˚࿔ ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

pairing : Jay x reader

just a cozy night with confessions and vows of love with your boyfriend

gender : fluff wc : 315

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"Do you remember the first time we met?"  Jay asked, with a nostalgic smile.  You laughed and nodded.  "How could I forget? You spilled coffee on me and tried to clean it up with your scarf."

"I was so nervous," he confessed, laughing too.  "But it was worth it. Look where we are now."

You sighed happily.  "Yes, it was worth every second."  You stated, continuing your caresses on his arms.

In a silent moment, you looked into his eyes and said, "I would choose you in every life I could live."

Jay smiled and replied, "And I would choose you over all the stars in the sky"

He stood up and pulled you into a slow delicate dance, in a cozy environment, where only the light from the lamp in your room illuminated you, enjoying each other's company. everything was perfect.

"Can I have this dance?" he asked, formally, but with a mischievous gleam in his eyes

“Of course, sir,” you replied, laughing as you stood up.

As you both danced, you murmured, "I never thought finding someone like you was possible."

Jay held you closer and whispered in your ear, "And I never thought loving someone could be so easy."

Your bodies continued dancing, lost themselves in each other, and at that moment, the world around them seemed to disappear.

The night continued, but for you and Jay, time was of no importance. You were enveloped in an eternal embrace, where every second was a celebration of the love you shared.

That night, where your feelings and attitudes were worth much more, you both promised each other eternal love.  "I love you" he confessed, seriously. "I always will."

“And I love you, Park Jongseong,” you replied, tears in your eyes. "Always and forever."

A softly kiss was felt on the mouth of both of you, sealing your promises as the first snowflakes fell from the sky outside, ushering in a beautiful winter.

english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes (⁠^⁠^⁠)

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[ricky-delacroix-fordham]

Is population reduction the key?

In this week’s reading, Miller and Spoolman examine the reduction of global population as a means to reduce emissions, saying,“Some analysts argue that because population growth can be linked to environmental degradation, we need to slow population growth in order to reduce such degradation“ (130). Their argument linking population growth and environmental degradation is indeed a valid and critical one. The U.K charity Population Matters summarizes how the climate crisis is related to population, saying, “Every additional person increases carbon emissions—the rich far more than the poor—and increases the number of climate change victims—the poor far more than the rich.” As population and lower-middle and upper-middle income countries grow, their standards of living will increase and they will consume more resources, worsening the problem. The figures below represent the population and emissions increases of the past 70 years.

I believe that slowing down population growth is both morally responsible and necessary for the well-being of our planet. The idea here is not about limiting individual freedom or imposing strict measures but rather promoting responsible family planning and education. It's essential to address this issue because a growing population places additional strain on Earth's resources, exacerbating issues like deforestation, pollution, and greenhouse gas emissions. By encouraging family planning, improving access to contraceptives, and educating people about the environmental consequences of unchecked population growth, we can make a positive impact. 

Additionally, investing in sustainable practices and technologies can help mitigate the impact of a growing population on the environment. We have economists telling us that we need more people to support the economic systems in countries across the globe while climate scientists are telling us that since we can't convince people to consume less we need to support fewer people on the planet. Ultimately, it's about finding a balance between our economic aspirations and ecological responsibilities to ensure a sustainable future for generations to come.

WC: 315

[actuelekamers]

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