#they just dont want people to check out during the meeting like they have been

[bbyquokka]

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pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: you find a way to make more money not realising hyunjin is doing the same

warnings: smut, established relationship, distribution of explicate content (pics) online, sex work (onlyfans), taking videos during explicate moments (everything is consensual), oral sex (m rec), pussy drunk hyunjin, unprotected sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cream pie, pet names, word 'girl' is used.

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desperate calls calls for desperate measures and that's exactly what you have done.

money is tight. you barely have enough to make ends meet. once you have paid rent, electric and water bills, you have just enough for groceries. 

you soon grew tired of struggling. you don't like asking for help because you've been taught that it's a sign of weakness, plus, having to ask people for money isn't necessarily a smooth nor nice thing to ask for.

your boyfriend, hyunjin, is also in the same boat as you. he left his small town to live in the big city thinking nothing of it, until he realised how expensive it is. you both live on the same apartment block, just across the hallway from one another.

a cliché series of events happened that brought you both together. you've spoken to each other for months but it was nothing but a simple “hello” and small talk in the complex elevator. however, on this one faithful (and unlucky) day, did everything change.

one thing happened after another. a series of unfortunate events. your pay check hadn't come through and you needed that considering you were behind on the rent. luckily for you, the landlord is a kind and understanding person so he gave you some time.

after being on the phone for three hours, listening to the same elevator music whilst being on hold, you got no where, which naturally, lead to your frustration. you decided to just get on with your day, shop for groceries so that's at least one thing you don't have to worry about.

that didn't go as planned.

you went over budget. you didn't realise that the cost of living would also affect the price of food. you had so little groceries for such a high price, food that wouldn't last a week and to top it off, paper bags are now the new thing which you don't mind however, they're flimsy and weak.

on your way home, it started to rain. the rain was heavy, bouncing off the pavement and passing vehicles. you're pretty sure you got splashed by a car or two but you couldn't tell considering your jeans were soaked and sticking to your legs with your socks soaking up all the water from the hole in your beaten down trainers.

you got to the revolving doors of the complex. as if on queue, the flimsy paper bag broke resulting in all your groceries falling onto the pavement. you wanted to cry, to curse at the world for having such a bad day but a knight in shining armour came to your rescue.

hyunjin saw what had happened. he saw how soaked you looked, how your t-shirt was see through, jeans darkened in colour as your hair dripped with water. he looked at your sullen and defeated expression and felt sorry for you. he also felt something else for you, but now was not the right time to be having thoughts, especially when you looked so defeated and desperate for help.

he helped you. he gathered up your groceries and helped you to your apartment door, for you to find out that you lost your apartment keys–somehow. all you could do was laugh because if you didn't laugh, you'd cry.

hyunjin was nothing but helpful to you that day. he let you crash at his place, use his shower and dress in his clothing. you slept on the sofa and helped around the apartment for him such as cooking and cleaning, almost like husband and wife–almost.

since then, you two have been together as well as inseparable. you hate to ask for money. you always feel like you always have bad luck and well, it sucks.

you need money and you need it fast. your dead end job barely pays enough. as well as needing the money, you also want money because you want to buy yourself nice things. fund your little hobbies and dress up in nice clothing. buy what you want, when you want and not have to worry or feel guilty when you spend money on luxuries.

you came across an article about how much someone earns in a month just from subscriptions on onlyfans. after some research you learnt that onlyfans is a place for sexual photos and videos with people paying a subscription fee to ‘unlock’ and see the explicit content.

you thought about it, long and hard. for days and days you thought. the more you thought, the more you wanted to do it. if all you had to do was take a few explicit photos of yourself and not have to worry about money for years, then so be it.

what you didn't bank on, was your boyfriend to find out.

“how did you–?” you blink at hyunjin. his phone facing in your direction. your onlyfans profile staring right back at you. the colour drains from your cheeks, heart thumping against your chest.

it was supposed to be a calm and collective movie night. hyunjin wanted company, he phoned you up and you said yes, of course! you went to use the bathroom and within minutes, you came back to the living area to this.

“i knew it was you! i recognise those breasts anywhere!” hyunjin says with a chuckle as he turns his phone back to himself. his thumb swiping up his screen as he checks out your content.

you blink a few times. confusion as well as a million questions swim around in your head. he's not angry at you and that's confusing you.

“you have to send me this one, damn!” hyunjin groans as he shows you your topless mirror selfie. after a few more blinks, you suddenly come back down to earth. realisation hitting you.

“wait. all my content is locked behind a subscription fee.”

“yeah, i know.”

“so you paid to see my photos??” you say as you sit down on the sofa beside him. he hums, shrugging and giving you a nod. “why? how? are you not mad?”

“i was browsing the site and came across your profile, so i paid the fee to see what spicy content you have.” hyunjin smirks. his whole demeanour throwing you off massively. “plus, why would i be mad when i do the same thing.”

“oh i don't kn–wait, what?” hyunjin's cheeks turn a faint pink colour. he looks at you and grins before laughing at your shocked expression.

“i do it too. would be pretty hypocritical of me to be mad at you for doing what i do.”

“wait so, you also take pictures of yourself too?”

“yeah with the occasional video.”

“what type of videos?” hyunjin puts his phone down before leaning back with his legs spread.

“i jerk off. ”

“and people like that?” hyunjin nods. “more than the pics?”

“depends. everyone has different tastes in what they like.”

“why did you start doing this..?”

“why did you?”

“because i needed the money. my dead end job barely pays enough for this overpriced apartment. once everything is paid for, i barely have enough for myself. i just wanted that bit extra.”

“that's the reason why i started too. i underestimated how expensive living in the city is. now i earn enough to the point where, i don't have to do it. i just do it for fun.”

you look away. everything slowly sinking in. so many thoughts and feelings such as relief, washing over you. you feel close to tears. all those hours you spent awake in bed, feeling shackled with fear–worthless.

“hey.” hyunjin speaks softly, his hand coming into contact with your chin to turn it so you're looking at him “are you ok yn?”

“yeah.. yeah! it's just a lot to take in, that's all.” you laugh softly, leaning into his touch.

“was you worried about me finding out?”

“fuck yeah! stuff like this isn't very appreciated by many people. i was scared you'd judge me or worse; hate me.”

“oh baby. i could never hate you. i love you, plus you do whatever you like. i don't care as long as you're safe.”

“thank you.”

“plus, this just means we can start doing things together. if you want to, that is.”

“you mean as in..?” hyunjin licks his lips and smirks as he slowly nods his head. “like what?”

“well, you can suck my cock for starters. i think that'd be a great introduction video.”

“y-you mean, right now?” you bite your bottom lip gently as hyunjin runs his fingers through your hair, stopping at the back of your head. he gathers a bunch of hair and tugs at the roots causing you to hiss.

“yes, right now. be a good girl and put that mouth of yours to good use.” with a single nod and a hum, you shuffle off the sofa and between hyunjin's legs.

you lick your lips at the sight of his already erect penis that's happily forming a tent in his sweat pants. you grab the waistband, hyunjin lifting up his hips as you pull the fabric down his legs.

you squeeze your thighs together as you press the palm of your hand against his bulge, roughly. you begin to palm him, starting off slow and steady before picking up the pace once you feel him twitch.

all the while, hyunjin has grabbed his phone and started to record you. he makes sure not to get your face into the shot. you slowly trace the outline of his penis with your fingernail, before giving a few rough squeezes at the tip.

“let's not keep the people waiting baby. hurry up.” 

you grab the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down his legs to pool alongside with his sweats. his erection springs free, hyunjin making sure he catches it on camera, releasing a satisfactory hum.

you lick your lips hungrily, loving the red blush on his tip and the shimmer of pre-cum that seeps from his slit. you wrap your hand around the base, his girth too thick for your hand to wrap all the way around. 

“look at that. your hand looks so small wrapped around my thick cock.” he hums. you whimper softly at his dirty talk, something you've never experienced from hyunjin before. it's clear he is playing up to the camera, being a bit extra for the sake of the content–but you love it so much and want more.

hyunjin runs his fingers through your hair slowly, his fingertips massaging your scalp. he pushes the back of your head towards him, stopping when you're eye level with his cock. you rub his tip suddenly with the pad of your thumb, fast and harsh–just the way he likes it.

if hyunjin wants to put on a show, then a show he shall get.

his hips suddenly buck upwards at the harsh rubs. your thumb coating in his pre-cum. hyunjin stutters and legs shake, hand quick to release from your hair to grab your wrist to make you stop.

he heavily pants, a thin sheen of sweat resting on his forehead. you look up at him innocently but give him a quick smirk.

“you cheeky girl.” he grunts. you batter your eyelashes at him in a sickly sweet manor. the innocent, sweet expression on your face making hyunjin want to dirty you and mark you as his territory.

“suck.” you shiver at the harshness of his tone. a dominant tone that screams ‘don't mess with me.’ you nod once, parting your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and make contact with the underside of his shaft.

you give it a long, slow lick to the tip, using the tip of your tongue to poke and lick his slit. pre-cum gathers on your tongue as you flatten and swirl it around his tip.

hyunjin hums softly, spreading his legs wider and sinking into the material of the sofa. his head kicks back as his eyes close, his black permed hair falling behind him.

you wrap your lips around him, suckling on his tip whilst swirling your tongue around it a few more times to get it soaked in your saliva. you lazily stroke the base, occasionally rolling and squeezing his balls.

you embrace his length by engulfing it. the warmth and wetness of your mouth sends shivers down to hyunjin's balls and cock, making him twitch in your mouth. you hum around his length which makes hyunjin shiver and part his lips to let out soft moans and grunts.

your eyes flutter shut. you allow yourself to focus and get lost in pleasuring your boyfriend. his breathy pants and moans in the form of your name encourages you. you manage to get half his length, if not a little more, in your mouth but not without gagging a few times and feeling like you cannot breath.

saliva accumulates and drips from the stretched corners of your mouth. it gathers and pools at the base, coating your hand and making it uncomfortable for you. you swallow the saliva, swallowing him in the process. throat clenching around his thick cock causes hyunjin to gasp out loud. 

he looks down at you, phone still being held at a decent length considering the current state he is in. he grabs a fistful of your hair, bundling it up to yank at. you let out a pained whimper, eyes squeezing shut.

wet, sloppy sounds paired with the occasional pop when you release him from you mouth mixes in the living area. hyunjin can't control his moaning. your spit and tear stained face a stark contrast to your usual innocent and clean look.

he just wants to dirty you even more.

“i can never get over how fucking good you are at giving head, yn.” 

you smirk, giving him a simple hum before engulfing his length again. you suck, lick, fondle and hum causing hyunjin to come closer and closer to the edge. his grip on your hair tightening, his balls straining as heat pools to the pit of his stomach.

“fuck, cum. i'm going to cum yn, shit.” hyunjin splutters. his hips buck up suddenly, tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag as his fluids shoot and coat your throat. he heavily pants, body twitching and muscles spasming.

you swallow the best you can, pulling away to lick his tip and your lips clean. 

“shit..” hyunjin pants, stopping the recording and putting his phone down. “that was fucking amazing.”

“seems like you enjoyed it a bit too much hyun.” you smirk, eyes flickering to his still hardened cock.

without a word, hyunjin rises to his feet and picks you up in one swift motion. he walks to the bedroom, opening the door and throwing you on the mattress before stripping himself of his clothing.

“i just want so much more of you yn. you're addictive.”

—

“f-fuck! ah, h-hyun. c-cant, i can't!”

“you can, i know you can!” 

you let out a shaky whimper. bodies slick with sweat and body fluids, hyunjin driving you to your nth orgasm of the night. feeling sticky in cum and juices paired with the suffocating heat of hyunjin's body–it's all becoming a little overwhelming.

your body has been put in various positions. love bites, nail indentations and red marks decorate each others skin. hyunjin is approaching his limit but he's too hungry for you.

the overstimulation of each thrust is too much for you both, but you're both addicted to each other, to the feeling. you desperate cling and claw at hyunjin, whilst he hisses in pain. your cunt is sensitive but so warm and sloppy that hyunjin just doesn't know if he can stop.

“good.. good. so good, fuck yn.” he blabbers as his hips snap against yours. his bottom lip swollen from biting down too much and too hard, his hair slicked back and in place thanks to the sweat from his body.

“please don't stop. keep going, fuck.” you pant. you're both drunk and hazy from lust and love. neither one of you knowing what you're saying. everything is just a daze, it's just you two in the moment.

the bed creaking, sheets tangled and pillows nowhere to be seen. you're both going to have an earful from the neighbours when you see them; not that any of you care.

“your pussy just feels so good. it's so tight and wet. i'm being sucked in and you hold me so well.” 

hyunjin's body is buzzing off adrenaline. he feels like he is being sucked into you, his mind and soul being lost into the abyss. he wants so much more of you, more than you can give. 

hyunjin continues on with his blabbering, his eyes half lidded and glossy. lips parted, chest heaving. his movements show no signs of slowing down as he drives his cock deep inside you multiple times to hit that sweet spot of yours, driving you both closer and closer to the edge.

you babble along with him. hands reaching out from something to cling onto in hopes you come back down to reality–but nothing. with each drive of hyunjin's cock, with each hit of your g-spot, your body tingles and mind numbs over more and more.

the pits of your stomachs on fire, burning and tensing. you look at hyunjin to be met with pleading and desperate eyes. he grips onto your waist, movements now slow, sloppy and desperate. 

“i want.. i need to–” his own sentence interpreted as his orgasm suddenly hits him. you clench around him as he empties himself inside you, filling you up some more to the point where you leak out onto the sheets.

your own orgasm hits you, knocking the air out off your lungs and making you arch you back off the bed. you both heavily pant as hyunjin slowly pulls out off you. you shiver at the feeling of cum and juices seeping out of you.

hyunjin looks at it sheepishly, feeling somewhat guilty. he knows he lost his senses during the process, he got drunk of you.

“sorry..”

“don't be. you know i love it when you're like that.” your body heavy with exhaustion. without a word, hyunjin rushes to the bathroom and grabs a wet flannel. he gently cleans you up, being delicate around your delicate areas as well as any sores, bruises or marks that may seem or look painful on your body.

“how long do you think you will do the onlyfans thing?” hyunjin asks before resting next to you. you think for a second, shrugging before looking at him.

“i don't know. until i get bored and feel like i have enough money, i guess. and you?”

“same. would you want to do it with more people?”

“what? like a threesome?” you smirk.

“yeah.”

“mhm, maybe. depends on who it is though. would have to be a close friend of ours. think it's safer than having a stranger.”

“that's true. plus i'd feel at ease if it was a close friend.”

“i have one question though, baby.” you sit up slowly, hyunjin following suit to help you.

“what is it?”

“would you want it to be man or woman?”

“mhm.. i don't really care if i'm honest babe.”

“same. i'm down for whatever, however, would you be able to manage seeing another person going down on me?”

“when you put it that way, i don't think i would. i think i'd get too jealous.”

“yeah, me too. seeing another person suck on your cock just fuels me with jealousy.” hyunjin let's out a small laugh, kissing your cheeks tenderly.

“maybe threesomes are not for us then, darling.”

“maybe not. let's just stick to posting on onlyfans for a while.”

note: this wasn't my original idea for hyunjin. i wanted to bring back an old fic from the dead but no matter how many scenarios, how many times i deleted and started over, it just didnt/wouldn't work. so i accepted that it wasn't going to work instead of stressing myself over it and created this mess instead, lmao. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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[littlestpetgoth]

do you happen to have a discord server, or know of any good HS discord servers? i think itd be fun to meet other HS fans but idk where to look lol

when i first started posting online again i joined the mspfa server and posted to the art channel every now and then. my interactions with people were sparse but at the time i thought it was fun to have some social interaction with other mspa fans for the first time in my life. id consider joining it again but i haven't been feeling very sociable after i deactivated my old twitter so i dunno when i would try. i gained some traction there by sharing my oc verita, she was very popular and is the reason i got peoples' attentions. i remember someone even made a theme song for her and i thought it was sooo cool lol..

i think i must have gotten really lucky, during the time i was hyperactive(?) and posted a loot of art of her and requests of other peoples' characters with her, people really liked my fantroll designs so i got further attention from that.

i think people also liked my animations? idk. i gained like, 6k followers in a really quick period, at a time in my life where i was really unstable and was trying to strip myself of someone who plagues my thoughts. i deactivated that account and have since been really anti social lol.

i used to have one server that was pretty active, it was dumped on me by the person mentioned prior so i really resented it. eventually i couldn't take it anymore and deactivated the server on impulse..

ive since made a new server, it's kinda private and basically dead since i stopped checking in on it every day. i dont really have the energy i had earlier this year ive been pretty worn out and brain dead, but i feel a lot more relaxed at least. i mightt consider inviting new peopple to it? i haven't decided if i want to or not, it's just me moderating (and also ko but he's really only a mod to approve of people who send intros when im not available)

i feel lucky that the group of people i have in it are really nice and well behaved : ) maybe ill offer to invite people again. if you want to join to can dm me and ill check you out, see if i want you in..

sorry for the ramble im not really the best person to ask about this!! i really only have any friends in the homestuck community because people approached me first, although some were really unsavory individuals im still grateful for the opportunities i was given because of it.

#ask #ramble ramble

[bubblesxo]

i dont know if you will see this but i am a big fan of your g!bruce meets the batfam!!!! I literally have tumblr just for this series (and now that I’ve tried it im beginning to love it ngl) . Annyywaayy ive just read the new chapter and it’s so good!?? Like i am really excited for the next chapter!!!

Oh and I haven’t watched gotham ( im planning too ) but i sometimes mix the twins????? Like your explanations are good dont get me wrong but yk when your reading and you need to check which ones which? Yeah … and like i want to fix that idk how .do i just like memorize the twins personalitys??

also in this au is theres 2 jokers??????? I saw you once mention Jerome(?) being revived or something

ps .im that great at English sorry .

oh wow wow wow thank you so so much!! i'm really glad that you're enjoying my story so much! it really means a lot to me. <33 i think your english is good! but if you need/want me to clarify anything i say here, just let me know and i'll try to rephrase it for you!

okay, so in the Gotham tv show (this has spoilers for all 5 seasons, so read on if you're okay with that) the way that they approached writing the joker was actually really up in the air in the beginning. this is because they didn't have the rights to use the name "joker," and so fox (the company that made the show) planned on making a bunch of smaller characters in the show as a kind of easter egg as people who could be the joker or who resemble him in some way.

this changed when cameron monaghan (the actor for both jerome and jeremiah) guest starred in s1e16 "the blind fortune teller." in it, the character of jerome is introduced as a 17/18 year old boy who travels with the circus with his mother, who is a snake dancer. he is meant to be one of the aforementioned joker-like characters in the show and wasn't actually supposed to be included again after that episode, if i am not mistaken.

however, the viewers LOVED his performance and jerome came back in season two as a member of the maniax, a group of arkham inmates who were broken out of the asylum. i won't go too into detail about the actual plot, but in seasons two, three, and four, jerome shows up in at least a few different episodes with very memorable storylines each time.

it isn't until season four of the show that jeremiah is even revealed at all! jeremiah and jerome are identical twin brothers, however, jeremiah has been in hiding for years under the fake name "xander wilde" in an attempt to escape jerome, who wants to get revenge on him for lying to their mother about what he (jerome) did when they were children. basically, jeremiah lied to their mother (lila, who jerome is revealed to have killed in 1x16) that jerome tried to kill him, causing jeremiah to be sent away and be adopted by rich people and get to go to a well-funded private school where he could live out his best life as a child prodigy (which was jeremiah's end goal to this), whereas jerome was left behind in the circus that they lived at (haly's circus, the same one that dick grayson later was raised in before being adopted by bruce). during this time, jerome was horrifically abused by his mother, his uncle, and his mother's many romantic partners. this eventually caused him to crack, which creates the character we see in the show.

here's an easy way to remember the difference in their personalities:

in the standard american deck of cards, there are two jokers: one that is black and white and one that is in color. in this analogy, jeremiah is the black and white joker and jerome is the one in color.

this is jerome:

he's got a *very* boisterous personality. he's outgoing and charismatic and, of course, severely messed up in the head. he *enjoys* the pain he causes people and does it with little to no reservations. he thinks things through less thoroughly than jeremiah but jerome always has a plan and is actually quite smart. i couldn't do him the disservice of calling him the dumb twin, despite some points about jeremiah that i'll get back to later.

anyway, jerome has a grand plan for all of gotham: he believes that, fundamentally, everyone in the world is like him and is also at least a bit crazy inside. he wants everyone to tap into their inner selves and let themselves run free / go crazy. he successfully ensnares huge hoards of gothamites with his persuasive way of speaking and interesting flare to his words. he amasses a large cult following, all of whom are very similar to him in the sense that they all demonstrate similar signs of instability.

here's some more gifs of him.

jerome kind of invented the iconic "HAHAHA" signature joker laugh in the gotham universe, even though he isn't the one who goes on to become "mr. j" (gotham's version of the joker) in the end (that's jeremiah, though i have a lot to say about that).

jerome's always smiling, a genuinely creepy smile that throws people off at first but can be really scary once you know what you're looking at. he single handedly turns gotham into a madhouse on multiple occasions and is the one who basically spread the "crazy" to the general population (for short: genpop).

he's a classic cult leader in the sense that he can mesmerize a whole room with his magnetic presence but also will ruthlessly cut down any of his followers if they so much as upset him (or even if they're just being annoying or could have a greater purpose, like when he stabbed a follower in the gut to take their blood to draw a frowney-face on bruce).

that reminds me, another important thing to know about jerome is that he has an iconic stapled-on face! this is because he died once (in season two, though he came back to life for season three onwards) and one of his followers tried to revive him using some insider medical knowledge from doctor hugo strange (who is just... a whole thing. ew.). he thinks that he failed at doing this and steals jerome's face so that he can wear it on television in an attempt to control jerome's followers (spoiler: this doesn't work).

however, it turns out that jerome *was* revived from this, and he's pretty upset that some dude stole his face! so he uses a staple gun to re-attach it after he gets it back (and kills the guy who did it). his face is later punched off by jim gordon but reattached more properly during his time at arkham afterward (the carnival scene happened in season 3 and jerome came back with a kind-of healed face in season 4).

here's some gifs with jerome's messed up face!

jerome is the colorful joker because he's very much expressive. he lets out every single emotion he feels---unless he's trying to deceive someone, at which point he is a phenomenal liar. (in season 1 when we are first introduced to him, he almost successfully gets away with the murder of his own mother.)

jerome is funny and laughs a lot and is *loud.* he's also absolutely insane and incredibly cruel, as well as impulsive, but he's able to curb his instincts if he feels like he can pull off a big plan.

jerome is a showman by nature. he's a product of the circus and it *shows.* everything he does is like an act, something that is acknowledged by many people in the show.

he's a funky lil dude. totally crazy, but kind of adorable at times.

he's also SEVERELY traumatized from his horrible past and has huge trust issues.

so, yeah. jerome is colors! remember that.

unfortunately, pookie died in season 4 and doesn't seem to have been revived this time </3

now, onto his twin brother jeremiah!

jeremiah is, at least at first, presented to be the complete opposite of jerome. he's calm, collected, and seemingly sane---at least at first. bruce trusts him at first and he even befriends him for a period of time before jeremiah betrays him.

jeremiah is a genius engineer, and, when looking into his past, we can assume that he was a child prodigy. he worked with thomas wayne before he died and designed the wayne plaza building under the aforementioned alias "xander wilde." he also locked himself in an underground maze for ~6 years (i believe?) and never went outside, instead sending his proxy (ecco) out to act in his place during business transactions.

as seen here, jeremiah seems to be the complete opposite of showboat jerome:

when we first meet jeremiah, we are told that he is totally sane, but we can later see that this is not the complete truth.

i'll use jeremiah's project as a metaphor for this. jeremiah was building a set of generators which could make energy harvesting and usage much less expensive and much more bio-friendly (if i remember correctly). bruce promised to fund his project and jeremiah accepts his offer quickly.

after jerome dies in season 4 after kidnapping bruce and jeremiah, he left behind a concoction of chemicals that seemingly make jeremiah go insane. this is a play on joker toxin / joker venom from the greater dc universe.

however, after jeremiah reveals his new self

he says that the spray did not actually change who he actually is, but just gave him an altered appearance. there are a lot of fan theories about this, but the general consensus is that the spray likely lowered his inhibitions, which gave him the kick needed to reveal his true self.

even his complexion resembles the joker he corresponds with: black and white. he is the black and white joker because he isn't as expressive, is way more calculated, and is more cruel and less happy. even his skin is paper white.

here's some gifs of what he looks like after those "slight cosmetic changes" :

that looks a lot more like the joker we know and love today, right? bleach-pale skin, red painted lips, green hair. he's instantly recognizable as the stereotypical joker now.

remember when i mentioned the generators? let's go back to them. the entire time that the generators have been around, they've also been perfectly functional as powerful bombs. their ability to be used as bombs does not undermine the fact that they can also be used as generators, and both of these things were true at the same time *for the entire time they have existed.*

it is in this way that jeremiah's paradoxical nature has always existed. jeremiah is crafty, cunning, and absolutely vicious. he has no care or concern for human life in general and will sacrifice most people in his life if it means that he will get what he wants in the end.

this is shown both before and after the joker toxin in how he lied about jerome when they were children (which caused jerome to be heavily abused) and in how jeremiah willingly killed one of his most devoted and beloved followers, who was being ransomed, just because someone put him on hold and it was personally easier for him to just kill him than sit on hold on the phone for a while. (he also has a vicious streak, though, because he immediately moved the demolition of the bombs up to immediately once he was out of the blast zone because those people inconvenienced him.)

something that's important to realize about jeremiah is that he has an issue with being called crazy. jerome does, too, but he eventually comes to accept the term, almost like he's reclaiming it, but jeremiah is *violently* against it. that's one of the things that set him off in the previously mentioned interaction.

both jeremiah and jerome are obsessed with bruce, though in different ways. jeremiah sees bruce first as his best friend and later as the "brother [he] could never have, that jerome could never be." jerome just sees bruce as a particularly entertaining and interesting kid who he enjoyed tormenting who he would eventually kill.

anyway, despite jeremiah being crazy (or, depending on who you ask, just less inhibited) he is still crazy smart and calculating. he thinks through everything before he does it and his master plans seem like they go on forever with 10000 parts to them and backups and contingencies galore.

the only time that jeremiah ever really seems to break out of this is when he's fighting with bruce. while he still does have a greater point to make or something he's trying to accomplish, he thinks through things less with him and shows his impulsive and rash side a bit more, which is interesting because jerome showed his thoughtful and contemplative side when faced with the obstacle that is bruce thomas wayne. i love parallels and contrasts, especially in these two characters! i just love writing about twins, they're always so interesting.

some important things about their relationship to one another:

even though jerome kidnapped jeremiah and seemingly strapped a bomb to his neck (after breaking into his house and telling him that he would kill him), jerome doesn't seem to actually want jeremiah to die. instead, as we later find out, he wants jeremiah to unleash his true self and carry on his legacy of chaos and cruelty in gotham for him after his death. this is why he left behind the laughing gas for him.

(the fact that jerome thought to do all of that shows that he really was a smart character and that he truly did understand the world around him well. he knew exactly what would happen in the event of his death, i.e. bruce offering to fund jeremiah's work and jeremiah accepting, as is shown when jerome has the joker venom in a present box which claims to be sent from wayne enterprises.)

jeremiah *hates* to be compared to jerome in any way, as he thinks of himself as "the face of true sanity." he actually has an entire notebook full of jerome's ideas, which he says he will outdo and perfect, thus defeating his brother in the end, which i don't know if i agree with, but whatever.

i think that it's because of the reputation that jerome got at the circus. jeremiah wanted people to think of him as better than jerome and as the perfect child, which he succeeded at. to him, jerome is synonymous with crazy, which i've already mentioned that he hates to be called.

okay, just one more part to talk about. the infamous, much anticipated Mr. J!!!

in the series finale, it is revealed that jeremiah, after falling into a vat of acid, is horribly disfigured and pretends to be in a vegetative state for the whole ten years that bruce is on his quest to improve himself before becoming batman. he does this as a way of waiting for bruce to come back to gotham so he can continue to be obsessed with him.

however, though this is jeremiah, it seems that he has actually gone through immense mental trauma sometime during this time (perhaps during his fall into a vat of chemicals), which has caused him to sort of lose his sense of self. he once says that there was "another me" [another him] once, which is, of course, referring to jerome. this implies that jeremiah sees jerome as an extension of himself, almost, and almost makes it seem as if mr. j is a whole different entity of his own.

hopefully this clears everything up a bit for you!! let me know if you have any questions or want to know anything specific about the characters and i will be glad to oblige!

thank you once again for being so kind as to leave this ask!! it really made my day. thank you for enjoying my fic, i hope it continues to live up to expectations. i have a lot of fun things planned (and i am very happy that you decided to look into these characters more, because they are actually extremely important to the plot as we get more into the actual story!). <33

#ask response #ask reply #gotham #gotham tv #gotham tv show #gotham tv series #bruce wayne #batman #g!bruce meets batfam #jerome valeska #gotham!bruce #tv: gotham #gotham joker #gotham rogues #gotham series #bruce wayne gotham #gotham 2014 #gotham fox #gotham show #dcu #gotham city #jeremiah valeska #gotham jeremiah #jerome gotham #valeska brothers #valeska twins

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Yandere Sangwoo HCS

Stalking - Manipulation - NSFW at some parts - MDI - AU

Notes: might do a version with him in the games.

Sangwoo its the type of yandere to take his time studying you, making the perfect plan so you fall for him.

He likes to know everything about you. Once he has gatered all the information he needs about you and your inner circle he decides its time to start.

Its a slow process, first he calls you to his office to tell you how your work as been...bad last weeks and offers you his help. That or be fired, but he says the last in a way you are not sure if he is being serious or not.

So with fear of losing your job you accept his help.

It stars with him staying back with you in the Office once everybody went home. Him being too close as both of you check the documents, close enough you can smell him, and god does your boss smell good. This will repeat itself for at least two months. During these times you slowly open more to him. Blame the need for sleep or how comfortable it feels to be around him when he is not stressed over work or looking scary when being in front of the rest of the team.

Then you two start to meet up for Lunch, he takes you to one of your favorite places and when you tell him that he acts suprised by it. You wont ever know it took him some weeks to figure out your favorite place since you change them a lot.

Rumors will start about the two of you. You would end worried and ask to talk to him in private one afternoon. He would tell you to let them talk, that rumors are just rumors and that nothing bad will come from them. And that if anything happens he would protect you.

"Listen. People talk, they think they can use others life to fill their own ones. Let them talk" and when you go to ask what if the president of the company says something he is putting a finger on top of your lips making you blush. "Dont worry about the president, if something happens I will protect you"

Your close Friends start to asks questions, being feed up by the rumors. And when you tell them that no, nothing its going between him and you they start to plague your mind with ideas.

Ideas of your boss, of Sangwoo as your boydriend.

And so, you find yourself staring at his closed door office, waiting to get a glipse of him. You start to notice how handsome he is, how big his hands are in comparation with yours. How them take yours when you two are walking outside during lunch to not lose you in the crowd. How tall he is, how he helps you take files that are too high, trapping you against the wall and his body. How the smell of smoke does not bother you that much as it used to.

And of course Sangwoo notices your change towards him. How flustered you get when you two are alone. Its cute, he wants to pull you away and kiss you till you are begging for air.

Sangwoo would have some time taunting you. Flirting with you but never taking a full step to be in a relationship with you.

"Oh let me help you" Sangwoo whispers behind you. He extends his arm up to reach a file you have been trying to get. His body presses against yours, you can feel how he leans in. He takes a extra moment then gives you the file and acts as if nothing has happened.

But he knows, he would smirk to himself seeing your blushing face.

The day he decides to ask you out he does when you two are once again working together alone at night.

And of course you say yes!! You dont notice how he is controlling the small talk you two are having. How he says he knows your family has been worried about you for not having a husband yet. Or how your mother wants you to have babies. Sangwoo promises to make your dreams (and his) come true.

Dating Sangwoo feels right. Because he knows everything about you. As time passes he will start to insolate you. Its a small step after step, first you end fired from your job, why? You got no idea. But it was Sangwoo doing. Next your Friends stop taking to you. You dont know why, but they just called you a "liar bitch".

And so, you end living 24/7 with Sangwoo who knows you hate being a housewife since you keep looking for a New job.

So, he decides he needs to fuck you nice and raw so you end with his baby!! He will be a loving father he promises and since it would look bad if you two are not married by the end of the pregnancy he uses this chance to ask for your hand.

How sweet! You now have a husband and a baby in the way.

#squid game imagines #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #Sangwoo x reader

[julibeeline]

love at first sight with the crew / feral boys

[romantic cc!crew boys x fem!reader]

masterlist

DREAM

you were at a movie theater with two other guys sitting next to you

they seemed to be around your age, talking occasionally during the movie

during the movie, the guy next to you nudges your elbow rather harshly

“oh im so sorry” he whispers when he realizes what happened

“no worries!” you say back, drawing your attention back to the movie

a few moments later, you overhear him whispering to the guy next to him

“nick, nick! the person next to me is actually really cute, fuck should i do something?”

you smile looking at the movie as he glances at you; checking if you heard anything

you act like nothing happened and as the movie ends, you start to stand up

he quickly rushes over tapping your shoulder as you turn around

“hey, my names clay, can i have your number? you’re really cute”

SAPNAP

karl had invited you to a gaming event with a bunch of people

you were having a good time so far; everyone was really nice

some point during the event karl left for a second to talk to someone

you just kinda stood there awkwardly looking around for someone to talk to

one of karl’s friends you knew as ‘sapnap’ from brief mentions came up to you smiling

“hey, youre y/n right? ive seen you with karl a few times?”

you guys talked for a short while until karl came back

“damn you guys talked already! sorry man but i think we gotta go, our ride is coming in like 5”

as you and karl left the building karl kept glancing at his phone

when you guys enter the car, he says

“hey y/n nick wants your number, he says youre pretty cool”

GEORGE

you were at a coffee shop when you noticed a group of guys glancing towards you

you had no idea what was going on, so you ignored it and went back to your book

meanwhile

“karllll george keeps looking at that girl over there at that table”

“ask her for her number of something george!”

“what? no!”

“its now or never george youre not gonna see her again”

“shut up nick its embarrasing”

“i dont care if you dont go right now im gonna push you”

“i cant”

“yes you can george please”

“no”

“if you dont then im gonna go ask for her number for myself if youre too busy being a pussy”

“okay fine im going! just stay here”

“LETS GOOOO”

it took him a lot of convincing until he finally got up and walked over to your table

“hey uh i noticed you from that table, youre really pretty, could i have your number by any chance?”

KARL

you had to subsititue for one of jimmy’s camera operators for an upcoming mr beast video

he had asked if you were free for a few hours, and that one of his filmers had fallen sick

as you were setting up the camera, you got startled by someone behind you

“hey my names karl, are you a new filmer here?”

“ah im just replacing someone today, its nice to meet you though karl!” you say smiling

the small talk soon became less awkward as you guys grew closer during the recording

occasional hand brushes, pats on the head; man this guy loved affection

but little did you guys know, those cute moments were caught on camera and posted

after the recording and few days later, you get a text from jimmy

“karl has been rewatching the same video over and over, do you wanna come down for another one? :)”

QUACKITY

you were at an airport heading home soon, about to catch your flight

you waited in line at a starbucks, a few people ahead of you

when it was finally your turn, you ordered while pulling out your purse but the cashier interrupts you

“the guy in front of you payed for your drink, you can just take it”

“oh?” you were so taken aback; you didnt even bother to look up while he was in the line

“im sorry, what did he look like?”

as the worker gave a brief description of the guy, you said a polite “thank you” and looked around with the drink in your hand

when you spotted a guy that met the description, you walked over to him

“hey, were you the guy that payed for my drink?”

“oh uh yeah hi” he giggles, adjusting his hat

“that was really nice of you, thank you so much” you say smiling softly

the whole conversation was a blushing, giggling mess

“hey my flight is boarding soon but youre really cute, could i have your number?” you ask

“yeah yeah of course!”

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #crew boys #feral boys

[robintherobiner]

Types of fics i need more of:

de-age fics. Baby Bruce? Teen Bruce? Baby Dick? Teen Dick? Baby Jason? Teen Jason. The list goes on and on. deage them all. is it sad? is it funny? is it cute? is it traumatic? i dont care, make them all little.

ghost fics. i want Jason to haunt the shit out of his family. he sees them all grieving, comes back to life, and instead of killing people he just leaves ominous notes like "i saw you trip on your cape." or "leave fifty bucks at *address* or i'll tell everyone about your superman body pillow."

Tim being an utter loser. I love him, but he should be incredibly put together in public and then he gets home and just... is a mess. never felt the touch of anyone, woman or man. can do complex mathematical equations but needs a calculator to solve 4 x 3. think Sherlock Holmes, who can tell everything about you from one look but doesnt know the earth revolves around the sun.

Alfred being called out for being an enabler! fuck that old man, i hate him. however if he made me a cup of tea, i would die for him. Im a very complex person.

Dick being Damians dad. so cute, i love it. Damian deserves to have his own taste of found family. fuck blood of the womb, lets go with blood of the covenent or whatever the quote says.

Jason being childish!!! i think his mental age should younger than his physical one cuz, trauma, being dead, being catatonic in some cases, also just being pretty young anywas? gimme a fic where he comes home covered in blood cuz he just killed four guys and then goes to have a shower so he can play with his rubber duckies.

kiddie crushes!!! gimme more Jason loving Wonder Woman and being an utter fanboy when he encounters her. "Oh em gee you're here to apprehend me? Wonder Woman, this is such an honor, can i have your autograph-" Young Dick meeting Superman for the first time and hiding under Bruce's cap because "He's so pretty Bruce, he's gonna hear my heart go fast!" Tim meeting Constantine and, to everyones despair, somehow adoring him. "So you do magic? Thats like, so cool! Tell me all about it. My parents were archeologists, we probably have loads of of magical objects, do you wanna check them? Do you like coffee? Did you really sell your soul to multiple people? Thats so hot- I MEAN COOL SHIT FUCK-"

Literally anything about Dicks time in the circus. I think i've only read like two fics about it? Compared to the hundreds going indepth on Tim and Jason's childhoods?

Similar to the last one, but gosh the culture shocks they all probably had! Dick was used to constantly moving from city to city. Jason going from being on the street to a mansion. Tim going from boarding school, a place full of kids his own age, to being alone in his house so that he could be Robin. Damian was used to being respected and honored, he was a prince after all, only to suddenly be told that everything he knew was wrong.

Babs and Tim. I think they would get along, i wanna see them bonding!

Joker Junior. i know its not canon and it was only in like one cartoon but oh my GOD i love it.

Trauma reveals!! i love them. Dick's time in spyral, his apprenticeship with Deathstroke, the multiple fucked up relationships he's been in. Everything Tim did during 'Brucequest', Jasons time with the LOA, literally anything from Damians childhood.

Jon being aged up and his relationship with Damian! i dont even need to add anything, you get the point.

Dana, Jack, and Janet. I want it so bad!!! Dana is implied but never confirmed to be dead so bring her back and let her and Tim mourn!! let Tim find out his parents both slept with Bruce and have Bruce be like "oops i forgot about that, soz sweetie-" let tim hate christmas eve because thats when his mother was buried!

if anyone has recs for any of these sort of fics, PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME. i've probably read most of them already, but i have a terrible memory so i love re-reading fics. just, gimme gimme gimme

#i love my babygirls #dc comics #dc universe #batman comics #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #fic rec #fanfiction #batman fanfiction #batfam

[justmeinatree]

04 - Made Of Something New : Mexico

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, period sex, choking, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 7k

Series Masterlist

GIF : @horansqueen

August 21 - Mexico City, Mexico

“decided what you’re getting ?” your coworker asks as you look over your menu one last time. you’re seated in a small cafe in mexico city with 3 of your coworkers, using up your 2 hour break to grab some lunch.

“yeah, think i’m settled,” you smile as the waitress rounds the corner, taking everyone’s order. 

you zone out a bit as the others start talking about a game on tv last night. you take in the small patio you were currently sitting at, vines growing through the trellis above your head. it created a thankful relief from the sun as your entire time here had been blessed with above normal temperatures. and it was august. which mean very hot in the middle of mexico city. 

you were thankful that your work wasn’t too hellbent on what the marketing team wore, claiming that individuality and being comfortable in your skin made better sales people. as long as it stayed professional, of course. so you were in flowy cotton pants with a tanktop tucked in, your blouse tucked into your bag during your break. 

as the waitress brings your drinks, you nod a polite “thank you,” taking a big sip and unlocking your phone. yeah, you probably should have been mingling with your coworkers, but it was your break and you really didn’t care about their conversation. so you checked out completely, scrolling through your instagram.

you flick through a few of your friends stories before noticing a story from niall’s private account. you’d been checking regularly since your agreement’s been made 9 weeks ago. 

niall’s been on tour throughout the summer, but as luck would have it, he’s coming nowhere near your hometown. and so far you’ve travelled twice for work, none of them coinciding with his whereabouts.

you bite your lip, thumb hovering over his story for a moment before checking it. it still feels a bit odd. like you’re checking up on him. he told you that he posts a story with his location to his private account, every time he goes somewhere new. something that he’s always done for his mam. thinks it’s only fair that his mother always knows where her son is. it’s endearing really.

but well, now you have this privilege as well. so that you and niall have the opportunity to sneak off into your own little bubble. the weight of the meaning behind this doesn’t go unnoticed to you. he doesn’t do it to update his girlfriend, he does it to update his mother and you. gives you shivers just thinking about what that means.

and your breath catches in your throat when the location tag on niall’s story reads “mexico”. just that. the country. he could be anywhere. and judging by the photo, he’s not in a city. he’s somewhere remote, not seemingly many people around. and he’s so tanned. your breath picks up just looking at him.

dont get too excited, gotta find out where he even is, you think to yourself, replying to the story. 

“hey niall, see you’re posting a very helpful location tag lol. i’m in mexico city ! -xx”

you close your phone then, as the food arrives, enjoying all the flavours of this culture. one huge perk of travelling for work, in your opinion. you never shied away from going to the authentic restaurants, having a taste of whatever the waiter recommended. it was almost always, absolutely delicious.

however, your mind races as you eat. this is the first time you’re reaching out to niall. the first time your plan is effectively put into motion. 

you’re honestly a bit scared, this agreement you two made is heavily reliant on you. you’re the one that keeps up with him, and you’re the one that reaches out when locations coincide. what if he doesn’t want to see you ? what if he feels pressured to see you ? you both woke up this morning thinking this would be a normal day. and with one click over to his story, all of a sudden, it’s not.

you chance looking at your phone again when everyone’s just waiting for the bill, two instagram notification making a small smile spread across your lips.

“petal, hi. it’s so nice to hear from you again ! i’m not too far out of the city, super small town that i come to whenever i want to get away. a taxi can take you here ! -nh”

“that is, if you want. sorry, i got really excited. totally understand if you dont want to get into a taxi and drive off into the middle of nowhere. i can always come to you. -nh”

you smile wide at your phone, not a care in the world who notices. you read over the part about him being excited and all of your previous worries wash away. biting into your bottom lip, you write out a reply.

“i can come to you, like the idea of sneaking off into the middle of nowhere mexico. love me a good dose of danger.”

“truthfully though, i think it would be nice to get out of the city. i have one more work presentation, then i can head back to my hotel and get ready. send me an address. -xx”

you pay for your food, walking back to the company’s offices, seeing niall’s reply with an address and a “can’t fuckin wait to see you my beautiful girl” which makes your heart flip. 

you copy the address into maps, seeing where exactly this is, and it’s a good 45 mins far outside of the city. you know you’ll be getting there too late for dinner, so you make a quick mental note to grab a little snack for the taxi ride.

the rest of your day goes by fairly uneventfully. you spend 3 hours leading a marketing meeting with nothing other than the looming events that you know will take place later swirling around your brain. you head back to your hotel as soon as the meeting’s over, having a shower and getting dressed into another pair of flowy cotton pants and tanktop. it kept you cool and in this heat, you needed all the help you could get.

your hair is thrown up into a messy bun, strands left loose framing your face. you make up a small bag of things you may need, toothbrush, spare clothes, etc. and you silently thank all the gods for making today your final work day. your flight tomorrow doesn’t leave until late afternoon, giving you plenty of time.

you buy yourself a snack from the vending machine on your way out, getting a taxi and opening up your instagram. you give the man the address and quickly type out a message to niall.

“leaving my hotel now. i’ll text you when i get closer. if you never hear back from me, send a search party lol -xx.”

you get a reply from niall almost instantly, 

“i’d send the biggest search party mexico’s ever fuckin seen. see you soon sweet girl x -nh.”

you smile to yourself, that warm fuzzy feeling that niall brings into your life, finally making a comeback after 9 weeks. you couldn’t wait to see him, feel him again.

most of the car ride is quiet, the radio in the front playing too faintly for you to really make out what’s playing. you spend a lot of the time admiring the scenery as you get further and further out of town. the sun is practically setting, which makes it all the more beautiful.

you pull into the small town niall’s in just around sunset, the air still warm from the day, sky turned bright pink, orange and hints of purple.

“i’m in town, i’ll be there in a few minutes -xx”

as the driver drives up in front of the address niall had given you, you notice a small house, gate wrapping around the property with grape vines growing through. and just as the driver puts the car in park, niall comes waltzing through the gate, smiling wide as he sees you in the back window.

niall taps on the passenger window, the driver rolling down the window, niall waving at him, thanking him for driving you so far out, and handing him a neat little stack of money. “for your troubles, buenos noches.”

he turns to your door, opening it for you and taking your hand to help you step out. “didn’t have to do that, i was gonna pay him,” you hum, feeling a bit bad, and hoping he doesn’t think you expect him to pay for anything.

“hello niall, so nice to see you, i missed you tons,” he mocks jokingly, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“hello niall, it’s so nice to see you, i missed you more than i could ever fuckin explain,” you smile back at him, feeling niall’s hands settle on your hips, pulling you into him.

your arms go to wrap around his neck as you freeze momentarily, hearing a family walk down the street, headed for town.

niall notices your hesitation, and he realizes why, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, “s’okay petal, dont have to worry about anything over here. s’why i love this place so much.”

“so i can do this ?” you ask, arms wrapping around his neck, getting up on your tip toes to slot your lips with his.

the kiss is heated, pulling a groan from deep inside niall’s chest, his hands slipping from the small of your back to squeeze into your hips, feeling the twitch in his cock as your both pressed so close together.

his hands glide down over the swell of your ass, down to the back of your thighs, picking you up. instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, his arms coming around your back again to support you. 

niall nibbles into your bottom lip as he starts to twirl in the middle of the empty street, making you giggle. “fuck, i missed you,” you feel niall humming against your lips, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, giving him a soft kiss.

you knew what he was feeling. it literally pains you both to say goodbye, like something deep inside is pulling you to him and you need to resist it and walk away. but the moment you’re back together, that emptiness in the pit of your stomach, in the pit of your heart, goes away. 

niall puts you down, feet firmly planted into the ground, “wanna take a little walk ?” he asks, “grab some dessert ?”

“that sounds absolutely amazing,” you hum, as niall’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him as he slowly starts leading you down the street. “been craving sweets all day, dessert will be perfect.”

he laughs at that, squeezing you tighter to him and kissing the top of your head. “you’re in for a real treat, then. there’s this place, 20 minute walk from here. i go there every time i’m here, they make the best food !” he explains animatedly, the look of excitement almost comparable to that of a toddler with ice cream. “it’s just an old couple that owns it, they cook everything themselves ! their kids and grandkids run everything else, such a sweet family.”

you smile, watching him, taking in all of his emotions, the tan on his skin, how relaxed he seems compared to the other times you’ve seen him. “i can’t wait to see it ! you make it sound like you come here often.”

“three to four times a year,” he nods. “s’my favourite place. it’s such a secluded little town, they dont really know who i am. i’m just niall here, the random but really friendly irish lad that visits from time to time,” he chuckles, adding, “no one really comes here. unless it’s the local’s family members or friends.”

“how did you end up here then ?” you ask, hoping not to sound pushy, just genuinely curious and intrigued at this little glimmer into his life. his real life. it’s nice to know him like this, it’s not just an electrifying, down to the core, connection, and really amazing sex. it’s more personal, and it makes it seem so much more real. even just seeing this calm, giddy version of niall makes your heart throb in your chest. you love knowing these things, and you want to learn more, much more. but it also makes you crave what you can’t have.

niall shrugs, thinking back on it, “s’kinda stupid really. i was in mexico city, years ago, and had some time off. so i rented a car and drove off just to see what was out there. i pull up on this town, hungry as hell, so i stopped at the little cafe. fell in love with the food and the people, and thank god too, because after my meal, the car wouldn’t start ! had to stay the night until the mechanic in town could track down the parts. started coming back regularly after that. the house you pulled up to is mine actually. there’s no hotel here or anything, figured i needed a place to stay. this is sort of my get away. no one knows i have that house. everyone knows i love visiting mexico, but they dont know that i come here. s’my little secret.”

you were already walking up to the town, if you could call it that. it was the one cafe, a school, a repair shop, and a store. niall was holding the door open for you as you’re still grasping what he’s just opened up about. are you really the first person that knows about this place ? 

and well, you dont really have a moment to dwell on that, as a lady in her 40s approaches you both, “niall ! we always knew you’d find yourself a nice lady ! welcome dear, so nice of you to come visit our little town.” 

she throws herself at you in a big hug, as you look over at niall, making him mouth, “please go with it.”

“oh, where are my manners,” the lady smiles, pulling away from the bear hug she had wrapped you in. “my name is rosa,” she turns her head towards the back of the small space, screaming out, “mama ! get out here mama ! papa ! niall’s brought a lady !” rosa turns completely to storm off into the kitchen to fetch her family.

you look over at niall with wide eyes, his face broken out into a large shit eating grin, as he shrugs, “sorry, they’re really excitable when new people visit their town. and they’ve been buggin me about finding a girlfriend and all that. i keep this life totally separate. they don’t know about -“ he cuts himself off, looking at you with worry, and is that sadness ? in his eyes.

niall knows that you know what the situation at hand is, but he still feels guilty. and oddly enough, he feels more guilt for you than anyone else. and that worries him to no end, but he can’t think too hard about that now. he’s never consciously mentioned her to you, he’s not sure at all how you’re about to react. 

“niall,” you hum quietly, taking his hand in yours. “i know what i signed up for.” stab. niall felt that right in his heart. what you signed up for. he’s a giant prick. but he wants to be selfish with you. wants to let himself have this one. he doesn’t want to consider any of the alternatives. 

“you dont have to stress it, s’just comfort, and friends, and sex, yeah ?” you smile, not meaning a single word you’ve just said. you know you’re developing feelings for him. you’re not naive enough to deny yourself that truth. but you have to keep it zipped away from everyone, especially niall. if this secret gets out to anyone, every bit of your relationship with niall is gone forever.

niall doesn’t have a chance to respond, as the entire jimenez family trots out of the kitchen in pure excitement, chatting with you and niall, introducing themselves and explaining a bit about their town and their restaurant. eventually, you both take a seat on the little patio outside, the last peaks of light illuminating the sky, and an intricate pattern of fairy lights hanging above, brighten up the space.

you let niall order for you, excited to see what he thinks you’ll like, but also to share something that he’s so passionately excited about. the food was fantastic, the place and the people made it somehow even better.

as you step back out into the street, niall’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to him, “thank you for being here. thank you for coming, i should say. before i met you, this felt like my only safe space. and now, i honestly feel like you’re a safe space too. i dont know what it is, like a feeling deep in my bones that tells me everything is good with you. drop all the walls,” he chuckles. “let yourself be. just like i can here. and it’s a crazy feeling having both the safe spaces together.”

you take a deep breath at his confession, feeling your heart grip itself like a vice. you’re swallowing down the frog in your throat, needing to stay composed for him. you were feeling extra emotional today, not sure why. maybe just being with niall brings it out of you.

“i’m glad i can be a safe space for you niall,” you smile, his face inching towards yours. “i love that you can come to me. i love that you can feel comfortable enough to bring me here.” you were going to keep going, but niall’s lips cut you off. slotting with yours as a low moan leaves his throat. 

your kisses always feel so good. what is so different about you ? a kiss is a kiss, no ? lips and tongue. but kissing you, felt like nothing niall’s ever felt before. he can’t explain it, can’t put his finger on the feeling. it’s warm. it’s fuzzy. it makes his heart ache. but it’s not a bad ache. it gives him butterflies. but he’s not nervous. excited. excited butterflies. happy butterflies.

“c’mon,” niall murmurs against your lips. “lets go back before i give this poor old mexican family a real good show.”

you giggle, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks, cuddling up into his side as he leads you back to his house. he asks you how you’ve been, what you’ve been up to, if you’d been travelling for work, genuinely curious about what’s happening in your life.

listening to you talk about your small town back home, the life he never really knew you lived, gave him so much perspective and understanding. he needs to stop seeing you as this almost mystical fairy like creature put on this planet to make him feel comfortable, to give him the escape he so desperately craves.

but the more you tell him, the more he’s so glad he’s moved away from that image and can now put a story to you. a human trait. you really are a completely normal, beautiful, caring, kind person. and it absolutely fucks with his head and emotions even more.

niall leads you through the gate, following a little path through a large garden that makes up the front yard. as you both walk inside, you take in the quaint little cottagey feel to the place. it’s small, a living room, kitchen, and what you assume is a bedroom and bathroom down the hall. 

the knowledge of this being his getaway space has your mind reeling as you look around. the living room consists of a couch, covered in throw pillows, all in different shades of muted colour. some brunt oranges and dark teals, mustard yellows and deep purples. you cant wait for the opportunity to sink into it.

in the corner of the room, niall has an old style record player table, the far wall filled floor to ceiling with vinyls. much of which look quite used if the wear and tear on the sleeves is anything to go by. there’s a small tv in the other corner, bunny ear antennas on top of it. 

“what do ya think ?” niall smiles at you, a bit of a smirk on his lips, catching your roaming eyes.

“i love it, so cozy. and homey,” you murmur, smiling at him.

“c’mon, i’ll show you the rest,” he nods down the hall, leading you to the bedroom, with an ensuite bathroom. you figure if he always comes here alone, he doesn’t need much space.

the bedroom is a reflection of the living room, more muted colours on the bed, some plants in the large window. niall points towards the door on the opposite side of the room, “the bathroom’s through there. i hope you don’t mind the tight space, never ever have visitors.”

“i dont mind at all, i love it here, honestly. you’ve really made this a perfect little getaway place,” you smile, walking up to him, getting on your tiptoes, arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him.

niall responds right away, hands landing on your hips, leading you backwards towards the bed. 

you momentarily pull away from the kiss, “sorry, can i just use the washroom real quick ? really gotta pee,” you giggle shyly. the worst moment to ask, but you hadn’t used a washroom since you left your hotel. and you definitely wouldn’t mind a little freshing up after that long cab ride.

“‘course you can,” niall pats your bum, “i’ll be waiting for ya.”

you step into the bathroom, noticing a fairly large walk-in shower, with a small sink and toilet off to the side. you set your bag by the counter, making your way to the toilet to have a quick pee, and “fuck,” you mutter. your period.

well niall isn’t the reason your emotions are on high today, and it surely explains the sweets cravings. but now what ? what are you supposed to tell niall ? you know what he’s expecting next. it feels like it’s part of the deal, comfort and good sex.

you reach for your bag, getting yourself organized and freshening up for a moment at the sink. taking a big breath to calm your nerves, you step out of the bathroom, to notice niall sitting in the middle of the bed, back against the wall, flicking through his phone.

he smiles, hearing you step out of the bathroom, his eyes filling with concern when he looks you over. niall can sense that something in you has changed. you seem nervous, scared, and a little awkward. those are not feelings he ever wants to see etched on your face.

“what’s wrong, petal ? are you alright ?” he asks quietly, shuffling to the edge of the bed, reaching for your hand to pull you forward between his legs.

you chuckle, shaking your head, “can’t believe i have to tell you this. fuck, it’s so embarrassing. if i knew this was gonna happen, i probably wouldn’t have reached out in the first place.” you watch his eyebrows furrow in confusion before mumbling out “i started my period.”

niall’s face floods with relief, shaking his head, “that’s all ? christ, you had me worried something was really wrong. thought something happened and you wanted to leave.”

“no, no,” you rush out. you dont want to leave at all, you were worried he wouldn’t want you to stay the night if it meant no sex. “i dont want to leave. it just kind of ruins our next plans.”

“doesn’t have to,” niall smirks up at you, his hands rubbing over your hips as you’re standing between his knees. “can always lay some towels down. or we could skip the mess and go right in the shower,” he offers.

you groan slightly, biting your lip. you’d honestly never had period sex before. but you were so so horny, you were thinking about caving in. but you’d also just started your period, and in all honestly you felt kinda gross.

niall notes the hesitation in your expression, watching your brain reeling. “dont have to, petal,” you coos soothingly, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “honestly, i would not for a second be upset if we just cuddle and listen to music or something. that would actually be amazing, cozy night in.”

“you have no idea how horny my period makes me,” you chuckle, a strong blush taking over your cheeks over the embarrassment of admitting that fact about yourself. “but i also feel kinda gross right now, and i’m just really not sure which option i’d prefer. cuddles and music sounds amazing. fuck, i dont know.”

niall stands straight up, tugging your hand towards the washroom you just exited from, “c’mon then. you feel gross, all the more reason for a shower. we don’t have to do anything you dont want to, really. lets just stand in the water, i’ll scrub you nice and clean. even massage your back and shoulders.”

his willingness to help has you smiling wide as you look over at him, “you’re really something else. not many people have ever actively tried to make me feel better during this time of month.”

niall pulls you into him, arms wrapped around your body as he leaves a series of pecks over your lips and jaw, “you’ve been around the wrong people then love.”

truth is, niall feels bad. he needs to start showing you that you’re not just some sex toy to him. you’re everything. everything he’s never known how much he really needed. he needs to appreciate you more, christ he cannot lose you now. not after having such a small glimpse of what you can truly do for him. right now, he’d give you the fucking moon, if you asked.

“why so good to me ?” you murmur, looking up at him.

he leans his head down, nose brushing against yours, “because you’ve been so good to me. and i’ve been dying for an opportunity to do the same for you. wanna make you feel just as good as you make me feel.”

you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as your forehead rests against his. niall’s hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb tugging your bottom lip from your teeth, lips pressing to yours in a sweet kiss.

as he pulls away, he turns to start the shower, keeping his back to you as he strips and steps into the water, “do whatever you need, i wont look.”

your heart bursts a tiny bit more at how considerate he is. he knows it’s a bit awkward for you. hell, it’s only the third time you guys are even together. he’ll give you this bit of privacy, not wanting you to feel any ounce of discomfort.

you step into the shower behind him, letting the water wash away anything you didn’t want niall’s eyes to see. your hands run up his back to his shoulders, giving them a squeeze, “thank you. you’re good to turn around.”

he slowly turns to face you, smiling brightly, eyes on yours as he reaches to cup your jaw with his left hand, right hand falling on your hips. “you’re so fuckin beautiful,” he coos, pulling you into him, lips slotting with yours. 

your arms reach up to wrap around niall’s neck, getting on your tiptoes to reach properly. his arms wind themselves around your waist, holding you to him as he groans against your mouth, pulling away breathlessly. he rests his forehead on yours, “let me take care of you, dont wanna get distracted.”

you blush, nodding, getting back down flat on your feet, one hand gliding down to cup niall’s jaw, pulling him in for another quick kiss.

he groans again, playfully frustrated with you, biting your lip to pull on it, letting it snap back into place. “stop it,” he grumbles teasingly. “promised to wash you, give you a massage. then we can do whatever you want.”

you pout playfully, making him step right up to you again, left hand cupping your jaw, his thumb pressed up under your chin to make you look up him. he ghosts his lips against yours, “you wont regret it, i’ll make it really good for you.”

as he pulls away, his thumb slowly drags its way down from your chin to the base of your neck, before he reaches for a bottle of soap and a loofah.

you groan to yourself silently, your body on absolute fire. you were so horny and fuck, he has no idea what kind of effect he has on you.

niall fluffs up the soap under the running water, turning to you with a bright smile. “c’mon, where shall i start.”

you laugh, putting your arm up, letting him rub the soapy loofah over your hand, all the way around your arm, up to your shoulder. he rubs small circles into your collarbone, across the top of your chest to your other shoulder and down your arm. 

he swipes the loofah back up your arm, settling on your chest and stomach, watching your nipples pebble under the foaminess of the soap. and fuck, he’s dying to lick them. 

niall hooks the string of the loofah on his wrist, cupping his hands to pick up some water and letting it fall over your chest, the soap dripping down to your feet. his tongue is immediately on your nipple, licking over it in languid strokes, switching over to the other side, sucking it into his mouth.

you moan, your knees feeling weak, hands reaching out behind you to find the wall, as your body leans against it. it all happened so fast, your brain takes a moment to register what’s happening. but, fuck, it felt good. and you were so incredibly horny. the entire day felt like a tease, just waiting to see him.

“sorry pet, got distracted,” niall chuckles, pulling away from you, hands settling on your hips, making you turn around to face the wall.

he plants your hands onto the cool surface on either side of your head, grabbing the loofah again and dropping down into a crouching position, your bum right in his face.

he playfully nibbles into the swell of your bum, making you squeal as you jolt, both of you laughing, before niall gets back to work. he nudges your legs apart, rubbing soap over them, paying close attention to your ass, before standing up and soaping your back.

he drops the loofah to the ground, using the soap on your back to make his hands glide as he starts working over your muscles.

niall starts with your shoulders, thumbs working into your neck and shoulder blades. he takes his time, loosening all of the knots, your shoulders visibly relaxing.

his hands keep working down your body, focusing on the small of your back, waist, and hips. it felt amazing having him work at your muscles like this. and it was turning you on to end, on top of it.

niall was getting a rise out of this too. feeling your skin in his hands has always been electrifying. but having this opportunity to really explore you, really focus on feeling you, it was almost magical to him.

plus, he loves watching your body. he’s always thought you were so beautiful. but now, watching your skin pull and ripple under his touch. the little hums and sighs leaving your parted lips. the way you’ve completely relaxed. the way your body moves, almost as if it’s chasing him, every time he touches you.

most of the soap is gone now, the water having almost completely washed it away. niall’s hands settle themselves on your hips, bringing his forehead down to your shoulder, leaving a series of small pecks against your skin.

“wanna kiss on you now a little bit. s’that okay ?” he asks quietly, not wanting to ruin the comfortable silence.

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding. your eyes are closed, body heavily reliant on the wall in front of you. you’re not sure anyone’s ever made you feel as good as niall can. 

he uses his hands, gently on your hips, to turn you around, making you lean back against the wall, tilting your chin up to look at him, as he leans down to slot his lips with yours.

niall was savouring this, taking his time with you. he’s never had a moment to really cherish you, and he’s revelling in it. 

you hum, your hands roaming from his chest to his stomach, hips, and back again. the fluttering feeling of his lips trailing over your neck, shoulders and chest had you in shambles. you were so relaxed, feeling so good, every ounce of grossness completely washed away.

you have no idea how long niall spends kissing you, you’re so lost in the moment. the soothing feeling of the water drip drip dripping over your skin. the relaxing feeling of niall’s hands massaging into your hips. the calming feeling of his lips ghosting over every inch of you he can reach.

you were so zoned out of it, you dont notice the moment your hips roll towards him. almost like a silent plea.

but niall does notice, his lips settling on your neck, sucking a soft bruise, his cock achingly hard from all the light teasing touches.

his prick nudges between your legs, humming quietly against your skin, “can i just- can i please ? fuck, i need feel you so bad, sweet girl, please.”

you find yourself nodding, hips pressing more against him, unable to hold off anymore. your body completely electrified by all the touches.

niall’s hand slips down to your thigh, hooking it over his hip, the other hand between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance. his jaw goes completely slack, eyes screwed shut, forehead pressed against yours, as his cock settles itself deep inside you.

“fuckin christ, so tight pup,” he groans breathily, his body shuddering. he was sadly mistaken in thinking that choking you would be the tightest squeeze he’d ever feel. “so fuckin wet like this,” he murmurs, lips ghosting against yours.

hearing that makes your body go rigid for a moment, suddenly very conscious of the fact that you’re on your period, and that’s absolutely why you’re so wet. probably wetter than you’ve ever been. 

“dont be nervous, petal,” he whispers into your skin, his breath making you shudder. “s’just me. you’re not giving me my red wings, dont worry about it.”

you giggle quietly, leaning your cheek against the top of his head in a silent thank you. thank you for being understanding. thank you for not making you say it out loud. thank you for being so comforting. thank you for being him.

niall rolls his hips into yours, your head leaning back into the wall as you moan, “fuck, it’s so good.”

he keeps a slower pace, not wanting to overwhelm you. his hands roaming your body, massaging any bit her can reach, his lips still trailing kisses over your chest, shoulders, neck, and jaw.

your body was trembling, so oversensitive from the overflow of hormones coursing through your body. for a moment, you wonder why you’ve never given into the temptation of sex during your period. 

but you really cant focus on that too long, niall’s cock driving into the spongey spot inside you, your eyes rolling back. a loud moan escapes you, your cunt clamping down on his member for a moment.

“fuck, puppy, m’not gonna last long,” he groans against your ear, nipping at the shell. “feel so fuckin good, such a good girl for me.”

“niall,” you whimper, feeling so much pressure buildup in your body. “need to cum, niall please.”

you feel niall’s fingers make their way to your swollen clit, rubbing rhythmic circles, your legs starting to shake, as your moans get louder and louder.

“c’mon pup, cum for me,” he moans, holding back his own high. he needs to feel you first, needs to make you fall apart for him. 

his other hand slithers up to your throat, not bothering to ask anymore, his fingers gripping tightly, making you cum instantly.

your body gives out as your orgasm rips through you, knees buckling, niall’s weight pressing you to the wall, the only thing holding you up. 

niall thinks he blacks out for a moment, your cunt clamping down on his cock harder than he’s ever felt. his head is swimming as his ribbons of cum shoot their way inside you, as he gasps for air.

you breathe deeply, trying to catch your breath, a few silent tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity of it all. your hormones surely aiding the emotional side to you at the moment.

niall’s arms worm their way around your waist, holding your body against his tightly, the only thing keeping you up. with his forehead against yours, he murmurs mindlessly, “you’re the absolute best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

a few more silent tears cascade over your skin, niall taking notice, kissing each one away. “please tell me those are happy tears,” he whispers against your cheek.

you giggle, nodding your head, “the happiest.” you truly dont remember ever feeling this good. 

niall’s nose gently flicks over yours, his lips slotting with yours in a quick kiss, before slowly pulling out of you.

you watch him step into the stream of the shower, swiping away any remnants of your arousal on his prick. watching some of the water turn red as it makes its way down the drain, you hum quietly, “really doesn’t bother you ?”

he looks over his shoulder at you, eyebrow quirked, “should it ? s’just a bit of blood. couldn’t care less,” he explains, turning back forwards, towards the water.

you smile, joining him in the water to clean yourself up as well, “you’re something else.”

“so are you,” he smiles back, kissing your shoulder, before shutting the water off, stepping out and handing you a towel.

you make sure to dry off quickly, not wanting to stain the towel, niall heading off into the room to give you some privacy.

as you step out into the room, he hands you one of his tshirts, “here. if you want to wear this to bed ? probably feel cozier than your clothes from earlier.”

you smile, slipping his shirt on, the hem coming down mid-thigh on you. the smell of niall envelops you, your eyes fluttering closed momentarily. the feeling of being wrapped in him constantly is slightly overwhelming. in the best way.

he leads you over to the bed, getting cozy with you, asking a question he’s had on his mind for the last couple of hours. “earlier, you said that if you knew you were gonna start your period, you wouldn’t have even gotten in touch. why’s that ?”

“wasn’t sure you’d want to see me if we couldn’t get to the sex part,” you shrug, admitting honestly. “not sure you know this, but not many guys are jumping at the opportunity for period sex.”

you can feel him shaking his head against yours, as you’re currently using his chest as a pillow. “i just want to see you,” niall answers honestly. “s’not about anything specific other than you.”

you hum, smiling at his answer, cuddling more into him as your eyes grow heavy. niall’s fingers carding through your hair, the steady bomp bomp bomp of his heart, the rhythmic up and down and up and down of his chest, all lulling you to sleep beautifully.

you slowly wake to niall crawling onto the bed, rubbing over your shoulder, “petal, s’starting to get a bit late. want you to be able to eat before it’s time to go.”

you blink your eyes open, smiling as you see him, your eyebrows furrowing when you notice what’s around him. he’s brought a dinner tray with two plates, each of them having a stack of blueberry pancakes, some bacon and eggs on the side. a bowl with a large variety of cut up fruit, a coffee and an iced coffee, along with two glasses of orange juice.

“hope this is okay,” he hums, a bit nervously. “i put some pain meds right there incase you needed. also, remembered last time saying you couldn’t believe the room service menu didn’t have iced coffee. so i hope that one’s okay.”

“niall,” you murmur, smiling at him, pulling yourself up carefully, into a sitting position, a little taken aback by how this visit has been. “i dont think anyone’s ever taken care of me the way you have.”

you lean over to kiss him, your hand tangling in the hair at the back of his neck, adding quietly,  “honestly, i feel like this time, you were my safe space. i really understand it now.” 

the more you think about it, the more you realize how important you’ve both become to each other. fuck, maybe you were supposed to be sitting in that bar, in vancouver, all those months ago. 

you lock eyes with him, needing him to feel the emotion, the power, the intensity, behind what you say, “and, i want you to know that i’m not going to be the one to ever stop this agreement. it’s going to have to come from you. because now that i really know how this feels, i never want to take it away from you.”

Part 5

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[isabelguerra]

wizjo from isabels pov is like you hate your life so damn much. you hate your dead grandpa and his lame magic school and finally you turn 11 and get to escape from all of it and meet other people your age and it’s so exciting! then you get to school and realize that absolutely everything your grandfather told you — that you believed was just him being obnoxious and self obsessed — was true. hes a big deal and being his granddaughter means something. that sucks. people treat you mostly normal but theres always an undercurrent of something lying just below it. you try not to think about it.

and then you meet the most frustrating annoying person alive. you dont even know him, he mostly bugs your friend, but you get in a massive argument once because he thinks you think youre hot shit- which you DONT, so HE’S wrong for assuming. you dislike him on instinct. whatever. magic sports exist here too! it’s a sport you really like. you go for tryouts and have so much fun and okay fine maybe you show off a little bit— but it’s because you’re good and you know it. you make the team! so does the worst boy alive that you met and instantly didnt like. he didnt just make the team, he made the position directly tied to yours. you wont just be teammates, you two specifically will be partners. you hate it. you push him into a patch of rotting pumpkins when you get the chance. he fills your shoes with magic slugs. you turn his orange juice into mud. he knocks you off your broom. you throw up on him. this goes on for a long time.

years pass. hes still annoying and rude and freakish. …he’s also pretty alright. he’s not afraid of you like other kids are (because hes convinced hes the scariest thing around. as if, you can totally be scarier than him). hes also scarily loyal and makes you laugh. he helped you sneak your best friend/pet spider out of the castle once, which meant she wouldn’t have been discovered and taken away forever. that meant a lot.

and he also talks like he doesn’t care who you are. which means he calls your grandpa a bitch when you groan about your homelife sometimes. that makes you laugh too. and because hes not scared of you he kind of pushes you in ways nobody else does. which is so annoying! you dont need him to push you, you can totally be better than him on your own— you’ll show him. he has nice hands. what

you walk together after practice. your grandpa doesnt want you doing magic after graduation. you dont even know if you want to continue it yourself, but you hate not having the chance to choose. bitch boy is there for a lot of this and he always listens and gives you the same rough mannered support he gives his friends, which as much as you love your own friends, you don’t get much of from them. you like hanging out together, now. he might be your best friend. he is. you fall asleep studying on the couch together and practice one-on-one together, developing new moves that’ll leave the competition in the dust. you make Captain of your magic sports team. he uses the title to tease you but he means it every. single. time. it makes you feel sick. it makes you feel sweaty and too vulnerable and you want to run.

you make a bad call during a match and bitch boy gets hurt. every time you look at him he has an obnoxious manic grin or an annoyingly bold bravado, he shouldnt be lying there all quiet. it’s your fault. hes your best friend and it’s your fault. you don’t leave the infirmary for two days, you barely sleep, when his friends come to check on him you’re so jumpy that you nearly hex them. sure he’s fine and it’s another little battle scar for him to brag over but now your gut churns with guilt every time you look at him. you never want to see him that quiet again.

you run out of class once when a monster your professor brings in turns into your grandpa and starts ripping into you in front of the entire class. bitch boy is the only one who comes to check on you. he looks at you too softly for your angry outbursts and messy face and his usual brash approach. you know that means he’s trying something new just for you and everything feels too hot. you want to run again. he touches your hand and you cant fucking move. your other best friend also come to see if youre ok, but he walks in on the two of you kissing which was not exactly in the plan anywhere near the plan whatsoever the plan this was not the plan.

you want it to be the plan.

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[nicomrade]

I saw your tweet about Usogui happening in 2008, if so, on what date did Kaji and Baku meet? Since during the chapter 2 we can see on the horse race ticket it says 06/04/2006. If we assume that they are on the previous day, then Baku met Kaji on April 5, 2006.

oh anon you have insanely good eyes. i reread the first couple chapters trying to see if theres any time indications there n never noticed its right there on the ticket, so thank you for catching this! its kinda blurry but itd be 2006年4(?)6日, right? i cant read japanese i just vaguely know what dates look like so i cant tell what kanji is after the 4, im assuming its for the month

my 2008 claim comes from 2 places, one (the simplest) is during the air poker gamble its said eba died "10 years ago". we know he died in 1998, so air poker happens in 2008 (and so does everything else since radio tower since we know theres only 1 month between it and drop the handkerchief) but maybe this is supposed to be "almost 10 years/a decade" and the nuance was lost in translation?

the 2nd place i got it from (and what i first noticed, and ill admit its less precise ence why ill say i "guessed" it happens in 2008) is during the paper labyrinth gambles we can see the whiteboard w dates available for the gamble. uhm i realize this is kind of convoluted to explain why it takes place in X year, but heres the explanation in short

yukiide has a 10 year memory gap that he only woke up from 2 years ago. he wants to fill this gap through this gamble, therefor hes only offering dates FROM this 10 year memory gap. (chapter 83)

the dates range from may 1997 (at the earliest) and december 2006 (at the latest) thats almost a full 10 years length so there IS some wiggle room here but not a lot (chapters 84 and 89 give us the best views of the board)

SO yukii was unconscious until somewhere around late 2006/early 2007, and that was 2 years ago. so its AT LEAST 2008 in canon. i KNOW this isnt 100% solid proof cause itd mean if he woke up at the earliest on december 24th 2006, labyrinth takes place at the earliest on december 24th 2008? but we know what happens on that date thanks to the Eba death info, and its the protoporos arc! not labyrinth! so lets accept wiggle room into all of these indications ("eba died almost ten years ago", "i woke up roughly 2 years ago", "i was in a coma for about 10 years") i think its still a strong case for protoporos happening in 2008.

one last thing that might be my strongest point, but its out-of story info so i dont like defaulting to "the real world" as the definite truth-holder for fiction. but in this case, in usogui world there is a leap second added to january 1st of whatever year protoporos ends on. in the real world, there was a leap second added to 31st december 2008 (US time, january first 2009 for japan) in usogui its also said "its been 3 years since they last did it" which aligns with 2005 (2006 for japan) in the real world. (aside- protoporos cant end on january 1st 2006 since that ticket is dated to april 2006, no need to check if itd lign up with 2006 as the starting point) all the info about the leap second in chapter 525 aligns with my quick read through of the real world wikipedia page. again its not because it aligns with the real world that it HAS to be the truth (my own webcomic is not in sync with the real world moon phases, it doesnt make it NOT happen in 2023 all of a sudden though) which is why im NOT contesting the 2006 horse track ticket. it says 2006 therefor the story starts in 2006 end of discussion.

but it DOES brings up a super interesting question cause when i talked about this with people we all kind of assumed the story didnt take place in over a year & agreed on the 2008 confirmation with the eba line, but this would make the story span 2 years. when i read usogui again ill pay attention to time more (again) n try to get a coherent-ish timeline out of this seemingly 2 years gap? if anyone else has ideas about where all this time might be coming from you are also so so free to add your own speculation onto this. usoguis too big for me alone to remember everything about it no matter how many times i reread it lol.

though the simple answer is usogui started being published IRL in 2006 so the early chapters use 2006 as the placeholder year (including on the labyrinth whiteboard?) and then sako toshio changed his mind/forgot by the time he got to protoporos and made that 2008 to lign up with the real world leap second. i value what art has to bring to us over what the real world can bring to it so ill reject that notion but other people are free not to care as much as i do

#usogui #ask #anon #usogui timeline #this took forever to answer cause i had to go back in my files + private discord server to find my pages again orz #also i oddly appreciate messaging me on tumblr & not directly on twitter im more comfortable on tumblr LOL. hi anon from twitter :) 🐝 #usogui meta

[bridgyrose]

As a child, may befriended Cinder when her family stayed at the glass unicorn. They meet again during the fall of Atlas

“Why are you wearing that dress? You’re the heir to the Marigold name and you need to act like it!” 

Cinder peeked around the corner and quietly watched a child get scolded for wearing a blue dress with brown trim. She thought child, but they seemed to be about as old as her, though everyone always considered her as only a child. Still, she couldnt help but watch this child as the parent walked away, still upset about the dress they were wearing. Once the child looked over at her, she quickly pulled away from the corner she was checking around, going back to scrubbing the floors as her “mother” had asked her to. 

“I didnt expect to see someone around my age working here,” the child said as they made their way over to Cinder. “What’s your name?” 

Cinder looked up, her arms shaking for a moment as she looked into the amber eyes that stared down at her. Then, she looked at the long, braided hair that seemed to stop just short of the child’s shoulders. “C-Cinder,” she answered, her voice a bit rough from the crying she had done before. 

“I’m… May.” 

Cinder noticed the hesitation in May’s voice while giving her name. Which seemed understandable considering her voice sounded more like some of the boys that came through with their fathers for some of the services the hotel offered. Though, Cinder didnt care much, going back to work scrubbing the floors. “You shouldnt talk to me. You’ll only get in trouble.” 

“I dont care if I get into trouble.” May sat down next to Cinder and watched her work. “Mother only brought me because she needed to talk to her clients, but I’m not really interested in all of that. I want to help people, not tell them what to do.” 

Cinder paused as she listened to May, squeezing the sponge in her hands. Listening to this girl made her blood boil, yet, she held herself back in fear of the trouble she’d cause. Still, it was different to hear someone who had everything handed to them want to be a huntress like she was training to be. “Like… like a huntress?” 

May smiled a bit at the sound of the title. “Yeah, like a huntress. Though, mother and father would never allow me to do anything like that.” 

“You could train with me.” 

“Train with you?” 

Cinder nodded and let go of the sponge, standing up with a small smile. “I’m training with a huntsman. He should be back from his mission tomorrow and I’m sure he can train you with me.” 

“Alright, then I’ll be here tomorrow.” 

Cinder smiled at May, then quickly went back to work as she heard footsteps coming from around the corner. She quickly started to scrub the floor again, dunking her sponge into her bucket as a woman came around for May. 

“Mariener, quit bothering the help and come with me,” May’s mother said angrily. 

Cinder looked up briefly from her bucket of water, watching as May gave a soft sight before following her mother. She winced as she heard a vase shatter on the ground behind her, slowly looking behind her to see her sisters smiling as they walked off. “At least I have training with May to look forward to,” she muttered to herself as she made her way to clean up the vase before the Madam could punish her. 

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Cinder frowned as she saw May’s familiar blue hair, still braided tightly as the huntress helped direct people through the portals to Vacuo. After all those years, that girl had become a huntress. Part of her was happy that she had, but another part of her was angry that she had been the one to become a huntress. Of all the people to become a huntress, it had to be another one of Atlas’ elites, still getting in her way. Her eyes glanced at Ruby and her friends in the middle of the platforms, and then back to May. With a deep breath, she held out her hands as a bow of fire and obsidian appeared while her eyes burned, readying an arrow and letting it loose at May. 

May winced and held her shoulder as she felt the arrow piece into her, burning and cauterizing the wound as it disappeared. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as she looked at where the arrow came from, freezing when she saw Cinder. “C-Cinder? Is… is that you?” 

“Of course you get to be the huntress,” Cinder said as she rushed over to May, slamming her swords into May’s staff. “All you had to do was show up and train! No one ever cared what you did!” 

May stepped back with each strike, feeling herself get pushed. “I cared about you! I looked for you after I found out about Rhodes’ death! I didnt know where you went!” 

Cinder pushed herself back, the flames in her eyes starting to die down as she watched May defend herself. Of course she didnt know. No one ever knew. But even now that fueled the hate she felt for May, how she was allowed to continue to be a huntress while Cinder had to run for years. The flames in her eyes started to burn brightly once more as she struck out at May. “The madam attacked me! So I did what I had to to finally be free!” 

May yelped as she pulled back, slamming her staff into the ground to keep herself from getting pushed back too far as her heels reached the edge of the platform. Her eyes caught the faint scarring around Cinder’s neck where her necklace used to be, finally realizing what happened. “You… you were pushed too far.” 

“And when Rhodes found out, all I could do was run!” Cinder slammed her swords into May’s staff once more, pushing with all her might as she watched May’s feet slip. “And you didnt help.” 

“I would’ve if I knew where you were!”

Cinder growled and broke May’s staff in half, melting through the metal with her own blades. She pressed a blade against May’s throat as the rest of the civilians made their way past, her hands shaking as she turned her head enough to watch Ruby and her friends make their way out through the portal. She pulled her blade away from May, huffing as she let it disappear. “Next time I see you, I wont be as kind.” 

“Next time?” May asked. 

Cinder didnt bother to answer, using her maiden powers to fly through the portal she had come through to watch Atlas fall. Tears welled up in her eyes for a moment as she thought back to the May she had known, the friend she thought she had when she was at the Glass Unicorn. As Atlas crashed into the ground and water started to flood the streets, Cinder wiped the tear away and started to make her way back to Evernight Castle. 

#cinder fall #may marigold #drabbles #angsty drabbles #this was a fun idea #I might have to do more with it later

[coquette-lunalovemystique]

College Psychic (Story)

I was practicing with my cards one day and like...it had me thinking about a past experience i had during my 4th semseter at college. Going to my class i had stumbled upon a tarot reader flyer, and was like estatic that there were others like me who practice it as there wasnt alot of clubs for spiritual variety (atleast like 7 different christian clubs). Although the thing i noticed about it was it wasnt very well advertsied, but noted which building they usually do their readings in so i went to check it out.

Not being able to find them the first time, and not wanting to out them i left a note by the advertisement so we could communicate low key. After a while i had finally recieved a message introducing themselves and what time to meet them at the building. So i went and i first noticed this dude who had pulled out a game of chess. I thought it odd but brushed it off considering on my way to the building i got a sense of uneasiness. And after i introduced myself the first thing he said to me was " In order to prove yourself as a reader to me, you must beat me in a game of chess~". And that was a major fucking red flag right off the bat. Cause 1. I had been doing tarot and other divination for like 5+years now. And 2. I dont know how to play chess, and i thought it was kind of ridiculous for this random person, whom i just met, to have the brass balls to test my intellegence in chess as an indicator of my knowledge and competency as a tarot reader.

Mind you this dude is majoring in psychology. (Its always the fucking psych majors. Idk why) And essentially throughout our whole conversation he was essentially trying to pick apart my brain for information about tarot reading and how to better advertise it as he claimed hed only been doing it for 2 years. And complained it mostly brings in alot of tourists. Like yeah if your going to advertise to a larger audience thats gonna happen ( i take marketing classes). And it was very clear to me he was not involved within the spiritual community at all but complained about the people he read for not being spiritual ENOUGH. Like extremely judgemental.

Now normally most of this interaction wouldnt bother me that much and i would just write it off as another joe shmoe not worth my time, but its the simple fact that 1. He was extremely pretentious 2. Tried to over analyze my practice and tried to pick it apart and 3. Test my intellegence the whole fuckin time during our interaction. But i was still polite during all of this.

Point of the story is that its extremely rude to pick apart other practcioners/witches practice like that. Especially if YOU YOURSELF have little to no experience at all in the field! I dont care if you have little experience, thats fine. Im so glad you decided to start your journey. BUT dont come in here on your high horse, with an "im better than everyone attitude" when you have no clue with what your doing or let alone reading a fucking room and making assumptions about another practioner who has way more experience under their belt. Granted i am by no means an expert and occassionally look back at my tarot meanings.because i have bad memory due to adhd so i have to simplify it for myself and i always consider myself as a continual learner. But seriously, If your a new reader/practioner/ begginer witch dont do that shit. It just makes you look bad and will make other more experienced practioners not want to help let alone engage with you.

#witchblr #witchcraft #witches of tumblr #witch community #witches of color #witch blog #novas stories #tarot reading #divination #like come on man #witchy #psychic readers #witches of colour #witchesofcolor #witch stuff #thetwilightoracle

[freakattack]

Im not done yet but move it thoughts so far (SPOILERS)

I hate this but i'm getting this out of the way right now because i am NOT pointing out every time this happens, but i cannot believe how much unintentional deviantart type shit is in this?? Obviously it's all goofy cartoon gags so it's innocuous in intent but with so many in quick succession it feels like we're checking off boxes here. Kids, there's nothing more cool than drawing characters you like, but if an anonymous stranger ever randomly approaches you asking you to draw "what if ashley was giant haha", THAT'S NO GOOD

One other thing before i get into the individual stages that i thought was weird even back when they released the trailers for this, and i'm being a little fun police about this, is fhat i dont like the implication that this ancient civilization was colonized and converted into a tourist trap. I don't know how i would have fixed this but seeing it all laid out like that is like oh, this feels sucky.

WARIO: I like the callback to smooves in his stage and also that he gets both in and out of trouble by being a massive dick. The new voice......it's gonnna have to grow on me

MONA: Was a little disappointed that she was looking for mermaids instead of like barnacles or something but it's fine, mermaids can be for everyone. Joe is a fucking maniac but i respect him.

THE CRYGORS: really fucking cute. I love the pose mike does when you win. Also, the retroactive cave drawings of each of them are super funny

ORBULON:

W

H

A

4.T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK first of all, i know i said that i wasnt gonna bring this up again but i really really hate the orbulon weight gain thing. Do you know how many of that exact image i have been accosted by before this game was even announced just by googling his name?? TOO MANY. And now all of them are REAL. I feel betrayed.

now that that's out of the way. WHAT!!!!!

I don't know how to feel about the oinker being alive. I'm at a loss. On one hand, it upends everything we know about the oinker. On the other hand, i too have a soul bond with my car

I enjoyed being able to look inside orbulon's brain. I think that is all i ever wanted to do in a wario game.

One thing i think is highly consistent with his old characterization is that he WOULD instantly welcome people worshipping him like a god

THE ORBULON DAD REVEAL. It's like. See I thought we were going to meet him in person and it would be like a big lore thing but this is literally a joke. I'm ok with a joke. I'm ok with a gaff.

I really appreciated all of the slapstick. If orbulon doesn't eat shit on the concrete is it even worth it

This is in a later cutscene but i'm addressing it here, i simultaneously love and hate the fact that orbulon is depicted sleeping on a lounge chair slurping a drink because i literally drew him doing exactly that in the next camping episode. I'm very happy that we are all in agreement that that is a thing he can do. But mark my words i did it first so you gotta act surprised okay

OK one last thing but i really liked rhe chicken rap

ASHLEY: Just your standard garden variety ashley cutscene. Even on vacation red needs a vacation

THE REMIX BUS: this is my favorite cutscene in the game. Super funny, love the chaos as well as seeing each character fooling around and just hanging out, and mike's singing is melodious. This is the peace all true warriors strive for

CRICKET & MANTIS: I think i said "WHAT" out loud like five times during both of these cutscenes. WHAT!!!!!!!!!

KAT & ANA: Similarly, CRACTUS??!!!?! FROM WARIO LAND??!! I enjoy how many random throwbacks this game has. Also, nice to see the return of leo even though i didnt care about him that much. He's alright

JIMMY T: Beautiful as always. 10/10 no notes

Dribblenspitz: I think there is more raw emotion in dribble's "AW, NUTS" than the entire rest of the game. Love their cutscene

Also love that REPORTER KEN is BACK and i guess he wears contacts now good for him. Love the traditional dribblenspitz sci fi shooter boss

#ok im going to go back to playing video games now bye

[itsybitchylittlewitchy]

A Broken Legacy

A/N: Okay, so as some of you may know. I've always been a massive fan of the batman Arkham series, and the animated tv show, pretty much just the whole Batman universe. So after replaying Arkham Knight for the 5th time and reading all of @batarella series on The Commander ( which is amazing and better than any ramblings I could come up with so please check out their stories!)

I decided to create my own Arkham Knight story, which will be a slow burn, but we all know I'm a slut for smut so you bet your ass there will be smut coming up in this bad boy!

So without anymore pointless rambling from me I present you the main rambles!

Please let me know if you liked this and want some more! because I have a lot planned for this story!

Words: 1052

Warnings: WILL BE NSFW SO DONT GET INVESTED IF YOUR UNDER 18, mentions of threatening and violence. I guess also language, if you don't like swearing then Yikes, leave my page immediately

This was the beginning of it all.  His revenge.  Batman would pay for every second of pain he had to endure during his life.  As he looked in the mirror, taking in the sight of himself in his armour.  His red, black, and white camouflage armour, complete with the Arkham logo emblazoned on his armoured chest.  He reached over to the table next to him, grabbing the cold metallic cowl, placing it on his head covering his sweating face, his dark hair already sticking to his face in the early morning heat.  He pressed the button on the side of his cowl as it began to glow with a blue neon light.  His thoughts where interrupted by the loud banging on the wooden door to his private room. 

“Sir! The squadrons are arriving, your needed on the training grounds for the final appraisals”

“About fucking time”

 the Arkham Knight said, holstering his dual pistols and heading to the door.

Lucy was nervous.  She knew the plan inside out, as second in command she had to.  But this was the part that always made her nervous.  She had done her part, and now the rest of the plan hinged on the abilities of others.  Of course, Lucy had heard of Slade Wilson, otherwise known as Deathstroke but this other guy was new, and Lucy didn’t like to rely on people she didn’t know. 

“Is the modified toxin ready for production?”

“Yes Mr Crane, all supplies have been successfully imported into Gotham over the past year.  There is one more delivery scheduled for the Nimbus cells for all militia vehicles, however Mr Stagg has been dragging his feet and provided no further updates on the status of the Cloudburst.” 

He stood with his back to her, letting out an audible sigh. The ragged cloth of his mask draping down his body making him look like some creepy-ass hobo grim reaper.  He was a dangerous man, arguably thee most dangerous man in Gotham.  Lucy hadn’t had much of a choice when he approached her outside the Stagg enterprises lab she used to work at.  At first, she did refuse.  No amount of money was going to motivate her to get messed up with a monster like him.  However, when he arrived in the middle of the night, with three armed thugs and his hideous syringe hands around her adoptive mother’s neck, threatening to inject her with his fear toxin, she knew she had no choice.  After everything Selina had done for her, taking her in as a child, after she got caught stealing food to survive, paying for her to complete her doctorate and treating her like her true daughter.  She knew she couldn’t risk Crane harming her.  Lucy had to get this job done, get paid and get the hell out of Gotham with Selina for good. 

“Perhaps we may need the Knight to pay Mr Stagg a visit.  Arrange a meeting, we can discuss the plans before the final appraisals, it’s time you meet who you’ll be working with in Gotham my dear.”

Crane said, his head over Lucy’s shoulder, his hideous syringe hands barely scraping at her shoulders.  She suppressed a shiver and fought against all her instincts to run from the room there and then.  She had to admit, he was one creepy bastard.  Crane gestured towards the door, allowing Lucy to exit the room first, before following her closely behind.  The air was dry and hot.  She was surrounded by militia in full armour and for the first time felt grateful to be stuck wearing a Lab coat, red silk blouse and a tight black pencil skirt in this heat, the other militia men must be drenched with sweat she idly thought approaching the bottom of the stairs.  Crane moved to walk beside Lucy, she could feel the cold scrapes of his needle hand grazing the small of her back and he ushered her forward. 

“Ah, Mr Wilson.  I trust the men are ready and prepared for battle?”

Crane asked Deathstroke before turning his attention towards the Knight. 

“I wasn’t aware you were bringing dates around my barracks now Scarecrow”

the Knight’s modulated voice teased cruelly as he looked over the woman in front of him.   Something about her was so familiar, her bright blue eyes and golden hair seemed somewhat familiar, like a dream that he couldn’t quite remember. 

“Not at all Knight.  This is Dr Lucy Quinzel formerly head of biological warfare at Stagg enterprises.  She’ll be my second in command for all matters regarding the cloud burst and the creation of my toxin.  She’ll be coming with you to Gotham.  I need you both to pay a visit to help motivate her former employer with completing his task for us.”

Crane drawled.  While propelling Lucy forward towards the Knight and Deathstroke.

“Nice to meet you”

 Lucy politely smiled, taking a step towards the Arkham Knight, holding out her hand for him to shake.  He stood frozen.  Not extending his hand.  Not saying anything.  Just staring blankly ahead. 

“A pleasure to meet you doctor” Deathstroke purred as he moved forward knocking the Knight to the side and kissing Lucy’s extended hand, making her blush slightly. 

“Enough formalities.  Dr Quinzel, accompany the Knight to the meeting room.  I need you to provide as much information on Mr Stagg and his operations as possible.” Crane commanded before turning back to Deathstroke and to the militia men.

Lucy stood there, looking at this Arkham Knight.  So far, he hadn’t so much as said a word, or even acknowledged her existence for that matter.  He was an imposing man, well built, taller than her.  She figured he was going overboard on the strong silent routine. She rolled her eyes and turned on her heels to head back up the stairs towards the meeting room when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at him.  He still hadn’t moved. 

“Are you coming? or do I need to launch something at that flashy helmet of yours to get your attention?” she teased while taking off her pen cap and throwing it to hit off the Arkham Knights visor with a tiny amusing clink.  She supressed her laughter as he snapped out of it and barged past her storming up to the meeting room.   

#arkham knight smut #arkham knight fic #Jason Todd #Arkham Knight #Harley Quinn #harleen quinzel #dr crane #scarecrow #selina kyle #OC #my fic post #batman arkham fic #batman arkham #red hood #smut #slow burn #enemies to lovers #Joker #harley quinn #batfamily #fan fic stuff #fan fic #my fic #Batman arkham games #johnathan crane #arkham asylum #Arkham City #Batman #animated batman

[animnerd]

Today is the anniversary of Pearl Harbor that started America into ww2. I have written a blurb that doesn't have to do with Pearl Harbor but ww2 more specifically the Holocaust. So yes i realize it has nothing to do with Pearl Harbor. But i will say in a way it does if we didnt go into ww2 then we would not have know the travesity of the Holocaust.

Now note (a/n): the blurb you are about to read has dark theme to it. The subject matter is about stucky in ww2 but the dark theme is about the ww2 horrible side the holocaust! So your reading consumption is at your descrection. I will warn you eventhough right now how much i have written there isn't much description about the camp or the prisoners. I still feel like it is need to have a warrning so i dont get people in the comments saying "why didnt you warn us?"

So i am warning you now! WARNING: there is dark, descriptive examples about people who are skin and bones, dark theme, holocaust (YES THIS IS A WARNING) so dont read if any of the above bother you! VIEWER DESCRECRION IS ADVISED!!!

(Please enjoy, and mistakes are my own. Thanks to @superdcchick for her help!)

"We have been freeing some countries from the Germans me and steve well i should call him captain America…. Anway we recaptured parts of Poland from the Germans. Now we are heading back to the base. Our commanding officer wantes to speak to us. But honestly after the battle today all we want to do is rest. On the way to the base me and stevie talked about rumors going around that the Germans do unspeakable things to the jews during the war but we don't belive it."

Once we make it to camp we go our separate ways and get cleaned up meeting back at headquarters. I know on the door and we walk in. I see Peggy we great her and look over to the comanding officer. "We came like you asked sir" "thank you for comming" as he walks around the room with his hands behind his back. "I knoe you know the rumors about what the Germans did to the Jews…. Well we may have found something that proves that the rumor is right…" he brings out a map and points to a little town of Oświęcim in Poland. "Just outside in the forest area is where we will take you. Its just a simple check into and report back to me." They nodded their heads. "Simple recon misson seems simple enough." Bucky says. "I recommend Rogers bring his sketch book and camera to we get evidence to prove the theory right or wrong." I hope it's wrong" said Steve. "That's why your two jobs are tomorrow dismissed!" The commander shouted and they ran out of there.

The next day as Bucky throws his bag into the back of the jep as Steve drives Buck gets in and pulls out a map leading Steve. As they are in the forest getting closer they see something looming ahead of them. They slow down the jeep as they get closer they see the building looks like a normal building you would see in the town and not think much of it. The building is big and long with brick holding it together which makes the boys confused why is this here out in the middle of no where… and whats up with the railroad tracks? Does the building have goods coming in?

The gates feels like they reach the sky but above the gates is a german word Arbeit macht frei sign and the boys dont know enough to decipher it. But for some odd reason Bucky’s stomach drops when he reads the words and he can’t put his finger on it. They looked at each other shrug their shoulders but their minds was going to be blown more once the gates open.

They drive the jeep closer to the gates all of a sudden some horriable stench when thry get closer to thr gate. As they open the boys have to cover their noses look at each other. "What is that smell?" As the gates opened Steve drove through the gates. Not fully in the camp a prisoner limps forward towards the boys. The boys had to do a double take, and Steve tried not to scream. The person if you would call that would limp towards them. They looked like zombies. Their eyes was so swollen into their heads that you could barley see them, their skin was so pale like they havent seen the sun in so long. And their bodies shown do many bones sticking out Buck feared if they tried to breath they would fly away.

Once the person comes close to them Bucky jumps out of the jep runs and runs over to them. The person steps back as their body shakes they put their hand out mumbles something. Which breaks Buckys heart "i am not here to hurt you" Bucky said the person. Thr person tilted their head and tried to speak in broken english. "You are here to liberat us?" Bucky smiles "yes my name is Bucky and this is my partner Steve. Who parked the jeep jumped out and grabed his bag of his cameria, pencil/pad, and waki talkie. The person walked backwards scared as steve walked over "whats in that…." "Oh nothing bad it hold a cameia, pencil/pad." The person noded their head. Barlet trusting the men "the germans gotten away they have taken alot of our fellpw people on what they call "death march" there are a few of us here. To them we were called "the undesirables."

#Pearl harbor/ ww2 anniversary #holocaust #stucky

[sicjimin]

Sickie yoongi where he hasn't left the studio for days because he physically couldn't but nobody knows he's sick and his boyfriend namjoon is very worried but doesn't want to interrupt him in the studio because they're relationship is very new and he doesn't want to be clingy because he thinks yoongi won't like it.

But he ends up finding yoongi being sick and finally cuddles him when yoongi breaks down and tells namjoon how much he needed that, and him.

— Mistakenly Cooped In —

To say Namjoon is worried .. is an understatement. He's frantic, almost explodes to a bubble of freaking out—you could say.

"Have you seen Yoongi?"

"Have you heard anything from hyung?"

He had been chattering that words since last night. Since the older rapper storms out of their dorm—because of their fight, and not coming back until today. Despite Namjoon has been awake until 4 AM waiting for him, only to be ushered by Seokjin with a "Maybe he's in his studio, Joon-ah. You can go there later when we go to work", and so he gives up and let himself sleep.

But another thing is .. Namjoon is a coward. He had been going there the first thing he stepped into the building. Parting his way from his members—and stand up dumbly staring at Yoongi's "Go Away" mat in front of his studio. He knows the older is there, and just with a knock, or simply pressing the bell—he knows Yoongi will open the door with that scowl on his face.

But what is he supposed to say once he meet him? "I'm sorry i didn't meant everything that i said last night?" "Do you know i stayed awake until 4AM waiting for you?" "Where were you last night? You were worrying a lot of people!" "Aha hyung, coffee?"

Namjoon groans, banging his head lowly on the door before he turns his heel. Maybe he needs to think—or even prepare the speech, along with apologies, before he faces him.

And regret floods him when Yoongi is nowhere during their meeting, or even their next schedules. Seokjin, Hoseok ... even Jungkook has tried to call him but it all useless as it goes straight to the voicemail. He bites his lips, hiding the wild thump in his chest—as anxiety starts buzzing— while the other 5 males in front of him talking about something.

Where the fuck is Yoongi?

He rubs his face, before hastily grabbing his phone and press the call button beside his hyung name—and almost throw it accross the room when it's the same lady that answers him.

"Joon-ah ..", Seokjin steps into his sight, placing his hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, "Maybe you should check on Yoongi"

Namjoon scoffs, "If he's not even pick up our calls then maybe he doesn't want to be checked on hyung"

"Are you not worried?", Seokjin frowns at the remarks.

"I am!", Namjoon sighs, ruffling his hair, "Hell i'm about to freak out"

"Then? You have gone to his studio this morning, right? Is he not there?", Seokjin looks at him. And sometimes he can be a scary oldest—as Namjoon feels small under his gaze. "I .. am?"

"Namjoon-ah.."

"Fine! I was .. but..", Namjoon trails off, head ducked in shame. "I didn't knock or anything, so .. i dont know if he was there. Maybe he is!"

Even if he didn't lift his head, he knows Seokjin is rolling his eyes on him. "And why didn't you?"

"I just don't know hyung ...", Namjoon deflates, "What if he still mad at me? What if he thinks i'm clingy? What if he's annoyed at me because i'm interrupting hi—"

"But what if something happened to him in there?", Seokjin cuts the leader rambles, and earned a shocked gasp, "Hyung?!"

Seokjin shrugs, "Don't you think it's weird for him to even missed our schedule? I mean .. we all know Yoongi is a work-freak, but missing schedule?", he states, "You live the longest with him, and he's your boyfriend! And you don't think of that?", he nudges a baffle Namjoon, before ruffling his hair and stand up, "Check on him, and if he slam the door in front of you, tell me, hyung will come there"

And Namjoon sighs.

***

"Ah ..", Yoongi moans in pain as he coughs, spitting the trail of thick saliva that hangs on his lips, before he heaves forward once again—trickles of water and bile sprays from his chapped lips to the bin he placed near his couch. He pants, letting his arms that been supporting him gives up, and curled himself small, when he feels like .. enough—not in the verge of vomiting (again). At least.

That was his second time throwing up since this morning. And he's too much in pain.

Tears welled on his eyes before he realized and can't stop it. Stupid Yoongi and his pride— he curses himself. He won't feel this miserable if he :

1. Not acting all mighty and storms out of the dorm at night, while it's raining, just because of his stupid fight with Namjoon. He could've run to one of their member's room, no? if he just want to avoid his boyfriend.

2. Forcing himself to work he knew he was growing fever, until dawn. Until his head pounds and he vomited as his bright screen making his stomach churn.

3. Not charging his phone when he went out and not having any emergency charger in his studio. (He was sure he has one, but maybe Jungkook stole it)—so he can't contact anyone.

4. Not telling his members, or at least his boyfriend his passcode—so no one can magically appears there and tend him

5. Having an oblivious Namjoon as his boyfriend, like, how could he didn't check on him when he was missing by ... hours? days? Did he not care at all?!

Yoongi whimpers. Teeth clattering quietly as he feels too cold. His studio is too cold. And his head hurts too much.

He wants someone.

He wants Namjoon.

He sniffles, aggresively rubbing his eyes, before hugging himself even more—and let himself fall into sleep (again).

***

He doesn't know how long it has been, how many hours, or even scarily, days, has passed—when theres a loud knock on his door.

"Hyung!!"

"Yoongi hyung!!"

Yoongi groans, feeling annoyance bubbles in his chest as the voice is too loud for him. He grunts, but not moving an inch from his spot—not like he's physically can.

"Hyung!!"

"Gosh .. shut up", he mumbles weakly, pressing his palm to his eyes.

"Baby .. hyung .. are you there?"

And that wokes him up.

"Joonie ..?", he croakes out, before stumbling on his own as he tries to dizzily stand up. "Joonie?", he calls again. Swaying on his feet before he fumbles with the lock—it takes him twice, to press the right code over his blurry eyes, before the door opened.

"Joonie ..", Yoongi swears there's tears welled up on his eyes, before he let himself slump against the younger.

"Hyung .. gosh ..", Namjoon sighs in relief once the door opened and he meets with his pale boyfrien—pale?

And before he can react further, Yoongi goes slump on him. "Fuck .. hyung? Yoongi hyung?"

A faint mumbles answers him, and Namjoon let himself relax a bit, before he freaks out about the fact that—"Hyung! You're burning up, gosh, how long have you been like this? And why don't you call—"

"Joonie ..", Yoongi whimpers, face pinched in pain as Namjoon carrying him to the couch, and fussing around him. He's too dizzy to pay attention to that. "Don't talk too much ... head hurts .."

"How can i—", Namjoon sighs, stopping himself from rambling as he bundled his boyfriend up with his padded coat and quickly calls Seokjin—informing him about Yoongi's state and asks him to pick them up.

"What should i do with you, hyung ..", Namjoon mumbles, running his fingers to cards the older hair, as the latter lays on his lap.

Yoongi hums, "I'm sorry Joon-ah ..", he mumbles, "It was stupid of me to be mad at you .. please don't be mad at me ag—"

"Baby ..", Namjoon calls, stopping Yoongi before he spirals and thrown into a full blown break down— as he already feels hot liquid seeps against his pants. He knows Yoongi is crying

"You don't have anything to be sorry, okay? Let's talk about this when you're healthy again. You scares me right now", he chuckles warily.

" 'm sorry .."

"Later, love, now .. rest? until Seokjin hyung comes"

#bts sickfic #sick!yoongi #caretaker!namjoon

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New steve headcannon let's go!!

Okay I know how steve is shown reacting to pain however I'd like to bring the headcannon that steve has Congenital insensitivity to pain, aka steve cant feel any pain. After being diagnosed, his parents (who, lest be honest have neglected him since he was a kid instead choosing to throw money at their problems instead) hired a nanny to watch him and look after him till he was like 13, and make sure he was never too hurt. After a while though she quit but steve had learned by that point how to look after himself, plus he had the emergency number aswell as a few private numbers of the local hospital and its staff, as well as fortnightly visits for check ups, so he thought he would be okay!

He uses this factor of not being able to feel pain in tow with his protector complex (also know as protecting his dumbass kids + robbin who keep getting themselves in life threatening situations smh) so he can shield them knowing he wont feel the pain.

Also hed almost definitely try hiding it from everyone (especially the kids) since he knows its an incredibly dangerous condition and with all the fighting monsters, he doesnt want the others to know. He is, however, good at assessing his injuries himself, and probably very well known and comfortable with the hospital staff (bc hes smart enough to make sure hes looked at even if he doesnt feel anythings wrong). Plus hes can cover for it pretty well too, learning how to actually make it look like hes reacting to pain from a younger age to not freak people out.

Robin would be the first to find out. The two would be sitting in a hospital waiting room after everthing at starcort (steve and joyce definitely were the ones making sure everyone gets checked out after the fight + explosion)

The two not really wanting to split up after everything with the Russians so robin stays by steve as they wait for him to get looked at, (dustin and erica both with their familys now). When a familiar nurse walks in and the moment she sees steve she just gasps "Steve Harrington!? What on earth has happened to you, this is SERIOUS young man. I gave you a pass last time, but with your condition, stunts like this could have you killed if you dont arrive here fast enough! Dont you realise your life expectancy is barely 25 without all these fights!?" And she just keeps fussing over him doing a thorough check up on him.

And robin is just like "uh um what the fuck is she talking about!? Why will you die and 25 steve?!?!?" Only for steve to turn away from her and say "I didn't want you or the kids to worry... robbie... i cant feel pain rob. Everything back at the mall? It didnt hurt me, it could never hurt me because I have CIPA. it's why I put myself in front of the kids when they're in danger, because I know I will be able to take any pain. I didnt want you to get worried."

After a long lecture and being checked up to the point where the nurse is happy for him to leave as long as someone monitors him for his concussion (robin immediately volunteered). From then on people wonder why shes so protective of him (and him her) they only tell that they know each others biggest secrets and that makes them closer than just freinds.

Obviously (most likely during/ after season 4, just without eddie dieing) everyone else starts to find out. First the upside down gang after steve is attacked by the demobats and steve has to calm Robin down because she starts panicking that they wont be able to get to a doctor in time. (Let's just say Nancy and Eddie were not very happy hed been risking his life on a whole other scale than the rest of them)

Then the kids, dustin first after he watches steve collapse soon after getting them all to hospital (dustin definitely cryed alot thinking of all the ways hed watched Steve getting hurt and didnt do anything). Then Lucas and Erica after they meet back up after they stayed with max. Then the rest as they slowly all murged into one group again. Joyce and Hopper were shocked, the old cop demanding to be notified by the hospital if they ever found themselves in the teens company again so he and joyce can look after him.

Steve later ends up with an emergency call list that takes up an entire page since all the kids parents + Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan and Wayne Munson (robin already being on it since starcourt) desire that they have adopted steve and choose this is a helpful way to look out for him!

I really want to write a fic with this idea tbh it would be really fun. Especially if I pair it with my eddie has chronic pain/ fibromyalgia hc bc like its quite literally the opposite condition (and the one I have) so it would cause for an intresting interaction xD

Anyway take my sleep deprived headcannons and go lol

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #robin buckley #congenital insufficiency to pain #steve can feel pain #idk why im writing this #i literally have the oposit disability so idk what no pain is?? #heacanons