#⚠︎ [Knives]

[arrietty-rune]

New Sea World screenshots yippeeee !! I needed to finish them haha

Sorry for the horrible english in both pics and ALT text orz

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✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵ミ★✥

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬

Yandere! Childhood friend x Hyper aware! Reader

Slight⚠︎︎warning. The reader is slightlllyyy narcissistic, you gotta squint to see it. Like always check the end for a note. Enjoy!

It wasn’t more than a day that you you two weren’t together. From third grade all the way to your senior year in high school; he was always there. To think it all started from simply sharing your colored pencils.

Micah was your best friend, you’ve done everything together. All your first were together too. Your first kiss for example.

“I-I don’t know about this Micah, just don’t want things to be weird after this,” you hesitated.

“It’s fineee, I promise. Besides, you're my best friend; nothing could ever be weird between us,” you cringed a little at the fact that your first kiss was calling you his best friend. Not that it wasn’t true, it just wasn't as romantic as middle school you thought a first kiss would be. Your first date.

You held your head in your hands staring at the floor and heaved a big sigh. Your date had just stood you up. This wasn’t the first time this happened either, guys would ask you out and then just end up flaking. When you tried to talk to him earlier in the day he was sporting a big bruise on his jaw and cussed you out. You weren’t gonna let that slide tho, so when you called Micah to come help he hurley apologized and scurried off.

“I promise it’s not you beautiful, besides, he doesn’t know what he’s missing,” it goes silent for a bit before he perks up with a loud gasp.

“I know! How about we go see the movie together? He still let you keep the tickets right?”

You even had your first together. I mean, if that isn't true friendship I don’t know what is. So, why is it starting to feel not so friendly between you two anymore? He’s been acting a little weird as of late. He’s been more handsy lately; arm always around your shoulder or waist. He’s always been like this, and you guys did have sex once, but… this is different. His grip is a little tighter and his hands fall a little lower. He comes up behind you while you stand at the vending machine down the hall from the cafeteria, burying his face in your neck. When you told him to stop because you’re in school and people will start thinking things about you two, he just shrugs and says, “Nothing that they haven’t seen before,” with a dismissive wave of his hand. He even tried to kiss you yesterday when you left his house from a sleepover, claiming that it would keep you safe on your journey home (which is literally and I mean literally, right next door).

You’re not dumb. You know he likes you. In love with you. Everyone knows that. You know that he was the one that beat up your crush. You know why he wanted to have all his firsts with you. You noticed all the panties going missing every time he would visit. You noticed all your chewed pens and leftover food being taken out of the trash. You noticed his hard-on every time you’d wear a low-cut shirt or too short of a skirt. You noticed the box of your stuff tucked away under his bed when you dropped your pen whilst you were over-studying. You saw the photo album pushed into the corner of his basement. You saw the bloody rags and knives in the bathroom cabinet. You saw the way he would look at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You liked the attention and the way he made you feel. But, you just couldn’t bring yourself to actually pursue him. He was your best friend and that was that. It’s not that you weren’t open to the idea of the two of you getting together, you were practically made for each other. Courtesy of him studying your insides ;) and outs. It's just the fact you know if you have him the time of day, you wouldn’t have time for anything else. Completely suffocated by his overwhelming love and attention.

That leads you to now. This is the first date you’ve been on since that incident in the beginning of your high school career. You met him in your psych class, thankfully one of the only ones you and Micah don’t share. Sure, you’ve had a couple one one-night stands and summer flings but as it denotes, they were all short-lived. This guy was different, he was sweet, funny, and paid attention when you talked; the whole package. But of course, this wouldn’t last long either. Prom was supposed to be the most exciting night for a senior. A big party with all your friends, dancing, laughing, the whole nine yards. That was until you saw your date tongue fucking another girl when you came back from getting the punch he requested. You sighed. Taking note of the not-so-discreetly placed $100 dollar bill in his suit's pocket. Of course. Just then you feel a tap on your shoulder. As you turn around you see him in all his glory. A y’all figure with his hair slicked back, one strategically placed string in the front. The dark blue suit perfectly matched your dress no matter how much you insisted that it was inappropriate because of your date. Green eyes peering down into yours with a mock of pity and astonishment. The scar on his cheek barley noticeable. He got it in an accident he had when you two were younger. He would always try to make you kiss it better, saying that it eased the pain from literally ages ago.

Micah.

“How about you and I go grab some dinner instead, hm?” The drive to the diner is silent. You two stuck out like a sore thumb in the cozy setting of the mom-and-pop shop. They’ve come to recognize you both. Ms. Dané, one of the owners of the shop would always question why you two weren’t together yet as her husband would chastise her for being so bold. Though, you could see it in his eyes just how curious he was.

You pull up to the mountain you two discovered on one of your long car rides to nowhere last summer. You spent most of it building a comfy place for the two of you to have your deep and emotional conversations. As you sit on the hill, looking down at the city and taking a bite of your burger, he turns to you. Before he could speak to you, you held up your hand effectively stopping him.

“I know,” he looks at you with wide eyes full of confusion. You take a handful of fries this time, chew, and swallow again before speaking.

“I don’t need you to lie to me.”

“He wasn’t good for you anyways,” he abruptly replies, it came out harsher than he attended it too.

“Besides, what kind of a guy would ask a girl out and then kiss another one a day later?” He huffs out an irritated laugh.

“That’s not what I meant, Michael,” the use of his full name struck a bit of fear in his heart. And pleasure to his pants.

“I know it was you,” he tries to speak but you put your fingers to his lips. Chewing on your burger and taking a sip of your soda to help push it down. The time it takes you to respond kills him, he tapping his leg and picking at the scar on his cheek anticipation. A habit he’s always had when he’s nervous or anxious.

“You know what I mean. I saw the money in his pocket,” He doesn’t wait for an explanation or care how you found out it was him. He pushes his food to the side before climbing over your outstretched legs. You’ve taken your heels off at his point, too uncomfortable to be walking up a mountain with. Micah insisted on carrying you anyways, saying that your dress was too expensive to get dirty but he gravel mud.

“I can’t stand the thought of someone else being by your side. I’m the one who's been here for you throughout everything. I'm the one who laughs with you when you're happy, cries with you when you're sad, and calms you down when you're mad. Not him. Not your parents. Not anyone. It’s always been you and me. Ever since the third grade you’ve been the one I wanted. I love (Y/n), nothing and no one can change that,” at this point his hands have a firm grip on your shoulders. Knees firmly planted into the hard ground beside you, surely his nice pants are fitted and scuffed but right now he couldn't care less. He stares deep into your eyes waiting for you to say something; anything.

For what seems like the millionth time you sighed since you met him, your gaze drops from your half-eaten burger to his frantic ones.

“Okay, Micah,” you say rubbing your thumb along the scar on his cheek. whose whole demeanor suddenly changes, this is the happiest you’ve ever seen him. Well since that day *if you know what I mean ^*. This time he grabs your food and pushes it away. You're a little sad, you wanted to finish the rest of that. You had no time to think, however, as he lays you down in the makeshift fort you’ve created. He lowers his head down, placing kisses on the column of your neck. He makes his way up to behind your ear, smelling his favorite of your perfumes. In his delusion, he can’t help to think that you wanted him to kiss you here. Placing it there to entice him in all the ways he wants you to. He rubs his cock against you, trying to get as much friction as he can. Even though it’s dark out and his suit is even darker, but the fairly lights strings up in the tiny fort help you see the pre-cum staining the front of the soft, thin material of his pants.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that. I promise this’ll be even better than the first. He could never compare to how I’m gonna make you feel,” he runs his hands up your waist, kissing the corner of your lips.

“Besides,” he starts. Eyes lowering down to your dress that has now risen to just above your lace panties

“I’m the only one who gets to see you full and dripping with cum”.

I don’t think I’m gonna turn Micah the into a full OC. If you liked it however, maybe I’ll make a couple headcanons or something. For the most part this was just a one shot. Again make sure to go check out my friends twist on the idea. ^the at is mentioned in the note above. Bye loves!

-Love, Sos❤️

[bambikisss]

Protection :: C.San

☀Inspiration: Descendants of the Sun

Pairings: military!San x doctor!reader

📙: You were one of the better doctors in your unit, which often brought your praise and admirers. However, when the military requests for more doctors to be flown out to their base, you were the hospital's first pick. While you're helping people, you meet the base's top solider: Choi San, leader of team ATEEZ.

⚠: This is strictly for entertainment purposes, so there will be inaccurate descriptions of both the military and medical terms. Mentions of violence, use of gun and knives in battle.

💕: Unprotected sex (wrap it up always), Buff Choi San, multiple rounds, mutual masturbation, biting, slight pain kink (san), car sex, shower sex, breeding kink (san)

Bambi's notes: Hello loves! Here is the fic! So, a small little fact is that this is basically San brain rot / smut with some plot. I've fallen back into my ending sucking era, but I liked it and I hope you do too.

🎶: Mamacita - Chase Atlantic, Dangerous Woman - Arianna Grande, Outlaw - ATEEZ, Bouncy - ATEEZ

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NOT PROOFREAD | COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED AND ENCOURAGED

"Doctor L/N? There is someone asking for you in room 322. They don't want to see anyone else but you."

Ah, the top of the medical mountain: you got to take care of the top clients because you were one of the best doctors in the hospital.

You nodded before making your way to the elevator, your shoes squeaking softly against the pristine hospital floors. You had been at this hospital for almost three years and you still were amazed by how clean the janitors got the floors.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed in front of you, your back meeting the cold wall as the numbers slowly rose to take you to the 3rd floor. You chose to enjoy the moment of silence before going back into the loud hustle and bustle that was the hospital.

You had spent years trying to get to this point: the hours of studying, all the tests you had to take- all led you to this life you now lived. While you enjoyed helping people and the rise in pay, you also mourned the death of your social life. So many nights you wanted to spend with your friends, but were all spent in the hospital. It didn't help your dating life either, as you refused to date anyone who worked at the hospital with you to avoid any drama when breaking up. It's not like you weren't chased after; many of the male nurses and staff had been very vocal about their crush on you, their words making their rounds to you, but you never acknowledged that. You were here to work, not flirt with the various men that walked around.

You couldn't help but want someone, though. Someone to come home to and hold you when things became too much. But, that would have to wait.

The elevator doors are opening.

~.~

"It is no problem at all, Mr. Quinn. Please make sure to relax and please listen to the nurses" You offered the rich old man a kind smile before closing the door behind you as you entered the empty hallway. Taking care of the rich always felt like a pain- some thought that they knew better just because they had money, while some were more into "faking being sick to see their favorite doctor."

"Ah, Doctor F/N L/N. Just the women I just looking for."

Your head turned to see your boss approaching you with a kind smile on his old face. He placed a gentle hand onto your white coat covered shoulder before walking with you, leading you to his office without another word. You didn't fight back, though, wanting to know why he was looking for you. Maybe you were getting reprimanded due to you turning down another nurse and making him throw a tantrum. Maybe you were getting another raise.

"Please, close the door behind you" You nodded as the old man made his way around the large oak desk before he sat down in his chair. Your hand slowly left the doorknob as he crossed his arms, the air in the office no longer friendly as you sat down in front of him. Before you could even ask him about what was going on, he cut you off with a simple hand raise. "Miss L/N, you spend too much time here for a woman of your age" You blinked at your boss's words, tilting your head as you tried to process it. Taking in your confused stance, your boss clears his throat before leaning forward on his desk to point to a calendar that sat in the corner, one date circled in red ink. It was this coming Monday.

"I have the director of this hospital coming next Monday, and with your past involvement with the director and her son, I don't think you should be here"

Your eyes narrowed at your boss as you crossed your arms over your chest. How dare he take you off the work schedule because of the director's son and his hurt feelings? Just because you rejected him doesn't mean that you two can't be cordial when interacting. Your boss once again holds up his hand to stop you from speaking, leaning back in his chair as he removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose before he spoke. "Y/N, you know how the director gets about you, especially since you made her only son cry when you rejected him. I don't want to risk there being a problem between you and her if she sees you."

"Well, I don't want to not work. I have a reputation to uphold, plus, I don't have anymore pay time off." You watched as your boss, nodded, understanding your words before he sat back up, his back cracking softly as he put back on his glasses. "I understand and I am already looking into things you can do while not being at the hospital. Just...keep your mind open, ok?"

Open minded? You couldn't help but wonder what your boss had planned up his sleeves for you. But, to you, as long as you got work, you were ok with it.

You would be open minded.

~>~

"Is everyone in place for the attack? Everyone needs to be ready when I give my signal"

A static filled response filled San's ear as he held the binoculars to his eyes as he sat perched in the high grass upon a hill. To the average person, this may look creepy, even a bit scary; but to San and his team, this was nothing but child's play.

"San, there seems to be three hostages inside. We need to be careful when we attack" San nodded at HongJoong's words as he laid on his stomach next to San's knee, the older man's brown hair blowing in the cold night wind as his sniper's lenses sat pressed against his eyes. San knew that there would be complications, especially when chasing one of the world's most dangerous criminals. But, in order to keep the rest of the world safe, he knew he had to take risks. San's eyes slightly widened when he noticed the man place down his weapon on a table, giving San a perfect view of the kind of weapon, but that the man was now unarmed. Perfect.

"Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang, it's time. Make sure that you all stay alert. Once Wooyoung and Jongho shut off those lights, you have my full permission to light the place up. Just get those hostages out first. Then, me and Seonghwa will go after the criminal. Remember: he's dangerous so let us both take care of it, just let him run and go after his goons. Understood?"

San placed his binoculars down as the men agreed before offered HongJoong a nod, letting him know to shoot whenever he saw fit. San's mind was clear as he moved to stand with Seonghwa behind a nearby tree, rolling up his sleeve to see the watch that sat tight on his wrist. Three seconds. Three seconds before they all lit the place up.

Three.

"We are all in positions, San"

Two

"Jongho and I are ready to shut the lights off."

One.

"Now."

The house that sat hidden in the marsh was an old one, but still had new technology wiring, making it easy for both Jongho and Wooyoung to shut it off. As the lights went out inside the house, causing a large shout to be heard, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang moved through the murky waters till they reached the door, Mingi's foot kicking the door in before gunfire could be heard. San wasn't worried about the three of them hurting the hostages while going after the goons- all three were skilled in close gunfire and battle. They were the best of the best at their jobs.

Plus, San had other things to worry about.

San placed his black gloved hand onto Seonghwa's shoulder as they moved down the hill, moving around the murky waters to wait behind another nearby tree near the back of the house as shouts and gunfire still blared through the home. Sure enough, the leader soon emerged from the back door, admit on making a escape from the chaos inside.

"Jeremy Phillips?"

The man paused in his tracks as both San and Seonghwa emerged from the tree, their eyes staring darkly at the man. San had to hold back a smirk of his own at Jeremy's shocked face before watching as he pulled out a knife. The blade may not have been long, but it gleamed in the moonlight, still showing that it was dangerous. San wasn't worried though, pulling out his own knife from the pocket of his black combat pants as Seonghwa rushed inside to help the others. He knew that San had it covered and that he wasn't much help, since it would be with a blade.

"You know, I've been chasing you for a long time, Jeremy? You've been avoiding me" San's voice held a slight playful manner in it as he continued to keep his eyes trained on his opponent. San's fist tightened around the handle as Jeremy apologized half-heartedly, stepping forward. San watched each step the man made before he decided that he was close enough.

"So, you're still the leader of ATEEZ, huh? Still the military's golden boy, huh?" San now smirked, nodding at Jeremy's words before saying "Yup. We all can't be bravo members for the enemy."

San's words made Jeremy no longer want to speak, the man's smile fading before he lunged at San's body. While Jeremy was taller than San, he still had his combat training and was confident he could win. San moved back before the blade could meet his body before he kicked Jeremy in the stomach, sending the man flying backwards into the murky water, San's blade soon meeting his thigh. San watched as Jeremy yelled in pain, remembering the words of his commander before they all dispatched to the mission:

"Jeremy Phillips is a dangerous man. You shoot to kill."

San didn't give the man a moment to recover as his hands quickly moved to his other pocket, gripping his gun before firing it.

The night once again returned to it's silence as San returned his gun to his pocket, sighing as a cold breeze moved through the field. He ran a hand through his black hair as Mingi and the others emerged from the house, the hostages all standing close to Seonghwa as they stared at San. If you were to ever ask Mingi what was a scary sight, it would be seeing San right after he's completed a mission: watching his eyes slowly drift back from being dark and cold to full of life.

"San, the helicopter is here. We need to go before his backup gets here"

San nodded as he took one more deep breath, meeting Mingi's worried eyes with a small nod, letting him know that he was alright. Mingi returned the nod before motioning for everyone to follow him as they made their way back up the hill to where the large helicopter sat, Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho already inside. San gave the others a simple nod as he sat across from Wooyoung, clasping his buckles closed before the large aircraft began to rise, taking them from the once tense and bloody confrontation to the quiet night sky.

San's eyes closed as the helicopter returned everyone to the base, escorting the hostages back to their families with a small smile on his lips. He nodded as one of the hostage's wife's thanked him before jumping to hug her husband tightly. San couldn't help but watch as his smile dropped, his heart tightening at the sight. San wasn't a very easily emotional man, but to see such a sight made him yern for something like that. For someone to hug him whenever he returned him from his missions was a small dream of his, and seeing someone else have that too always made his heart ache. "You know, San, people are bound to get upset if you keep staring at them"

San couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Wooyoung's words, his eyes then narrowing at the hand that was soon placed onto his shoulder by the man. He turned to face him, crossing his arms as Wooyoung continued to have a very happy and proud smile on his lips. "If you want something like that, then I could always help you. I'm sure you could find a few women who are intrested in a tough man like you"

San at first didn't reply to Wooyoung, finding his words ridiculous. But, after a moment, his eyebrow soon returned to rest, his face softening as he realized that his friend was right. He glanced back at the happy couple before he took a deep breath in, puffing up his chest before he began to walk down the corridor, Wooyoung's happy steps following him. He took San's silence to know that he was right and that it was time that his friend finally got a girlfriend.

~>~

"What do you mean you don't have a type, San?! Come on!"

San shrugged once more at Wooyoung's whine, crossing his arms before he rested against the picnic table. The base was outside a very popular town in one of the more desolate areas, which meant lots of heat and sand, which made Fridays cleaning days to remove all of the extra sand and more. Wooyoung had brought out his computer to help San set up a dating profile while he cleaned, but they had already gotten to a roadblock.

Sure, San had dated around for a while, but nothing too crazy. He dated anyone he felt a connection to, but that connection all fizzed out really fast. To say San was a bit disappointed in his dating life was an understatement: he had been on around 8 first dates and hadn't gotten on a second date with any of them.

"How am I supposed to help you find a girlfriend if you don't know what kind of women you like?!'' San rolled his eyes at Wooyoung's complaining, about to complain himself about how stupid this whole dating profile thing was when a distant rumble distracted him. San's attention moved from his friend to the sand road that was Infront of him as three dark green jeeps appeared, driving towards the base. "Woah, early mail day?" Wooyoung asked, moving to stand next to San as the others moved to join San all standing at attention just in case it was a threat, the other soliders on the base doing the same.

"The mail people don't come in green Jeeps, though" San mumbled, watching suspiciously as the three Jeeps came to a stop in front of the group. The windows were deeply tinted, only letting everyone see their reflections.

The doors soon opened, showing the commander exiting the truck. The commander was a tall, yet not bulky man. While he wasn't physically bulky, he could still fight someone. "Ah, good morning everyone"

San raised an eyebrow at his commander, wondering why he wasn't explaining the other Jeeps behind him. He was about to ask when he saw all the doors open, various people leaving the Jeep. San eyed them all as they followed the commander, as if he was inspecting them for any dangers. As the last Jeep's doors open, a woman stepped out, making San pause.

"You know, when I was told I was being sent out on a special mission, I didn't think it'd be to somewhere so freaking hot" You sighed, wiping your forehead as your sneakers touched the warm sand and rocks along the road. The sun was already beating down on you and you were beginning to regret not just staying at the hospital. This is what you get for being open minded.

"Oh come on, Y/N, it's not that bad. I mean, look at those hot soldiers" your eyes turned to F/N, who still had a smile on her face as you both began to walk to meet with the rest of the medic group. You did glance over at the soldiers as you passed them, noticing how some of them were acting like they were starved for woman attention, their eyes bugging out of their heads as you passed them. You shook your head, continuing to walk up the road.

You and the other medics paused as the commander turned to face you all, his dainty hand motioning for someone from the large mass of soliders to come over. "Everyone, this is Captain Choi San from our ATEEZ unit. He's the leader of the special unit, so if you have any problems, just go to him."

Your eyes turned to see the man, your eyes then immediately halting at his appearance. He had black hair, dark eyes, and a strong jaw. San was wearing a simple white tank top that gave you a view of his large chest pecks and his arms too. He also wore the base's sweatpants, giving you a view of his strong thighs. He looked like he was handcrafted: someone had taken their time with him.

F/N noticed your eyes not moving from San, a small smirk falling onto her face before she whispered ''Guess you found a reason to like this place, huh?"

"Shh" Your eyes didn't move from San as you waved off your friend's words. You hoped that he couldn't feel how your eyes were probably burning a hole into him as he placed his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the group of doctors before he finally landed on you. As you both made eye contact, his body tensed once more before he let his eyes move slowly down your frame, staring at the top of your hair and then slowly moving down your body, taking his time to look at every crevice on your face and body. You carefully bit your bottom lip as you tried to not burst into flames at the sight, making San smirk slightly.

Once the commander finished giving you all a briefing of the base and it's operation, you all were then escorted the building you'd be working in. You were to spend two months here, taking care of the various soldiers. It was like you were back in the hospital, but only smaller and with beefy military men all day instead of rich old CEOs. It was a nice change in your opinion.

Your first task was to do checkups with all of the men, which kept you and the other staff busy all day. Finally, as the hot sun went down, you were on to the last solider.

"I'm here to get checked out." You looked up from your clipboard to see San standing in the entrance of your little section. He was now wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his casual appearance making you smile a bit. While everyone else this whole day came in wearing their uniform, here he was wearing something so casual, separating him from the rest. You waved him in, moving to grab his medical chart as he sat down on the medic bed.

"Ok, so it seems that you're a pretty healthy man, Captain San, so I guess all you need is just a routine vaccination and then you're good to go." You looked up to see San's face, noticing that he tilted his head to the side before he crossed his arms over his chest, his arm muscles doubling in size as he did so. San cleared his throat before he met your eyes, trying to hold back his smile at your slightly confused look. "Doctor F/N, are you willing to perform a physical on me like everyone else? While I am a very healthy man, it wouldn't hurt to get a small checkup."

You nodded softly, placing your clipboard down before you approached San. You had given everyone else a physical, but giving one to San felt different. His eyes were trained on every movement you made, his skin warm as you touched his arm and neck. You tried to not notice it too much, but he was making it so obvious, which made your cheeks heat up a bit.

San let his smirk come through as you touched his chest and his back, nodding as you asked him to breathe in. San liked the way your hands felt on his body, and he couldn't help but crave more from you. "I think it would be easier if my shirt came off. Don't you think so, Doctor F/N?" You paused at San's question, meeting his eyes as you realized how close you and him now were; you now stood in between his legs with one hand on his chest and back, making you hover close to his body. You knew his true intention and for once, you weren't upset about a client making a move on you. Plus, you really wanted to see how he looked without a shirt on.

You nodded before pulling back, letting San take off his shirt before placing it onto the medic bed next to him. San's chest was just as hard as you had thought it was: large pecks, large arms and shoulders, perfect abs, and a his strong V line that went straight into his Calvin Klein boxers and jeans. You had to pry your eyes from San's body as you returned to the physical, the room no longer feeling cold as the connection between you both heated up.

You tried to chat with San while you did the physical, hoping that chatting with him would ease some of the heat between you two, but with his voice and charming remarks, it only added to the connection. You finally finished with his physical and shot, giving him a batman band-aid to make him laugh. You picked up his shirt, handing it back to him as he stood from your med bed, his eyes glimmering as he took it from you. "So, Doctor Y/N, have you seen the snack room yet? I know you told me you're a big fan of Oreos."

"Snack room?" you asked, tilting your head at his words as a smile came onto his face. You were a big fan of Oreos and thought you deserved some since you had to stomach some of the cafeteria food. San smirked, leading you to a small building that was behind the new med building you and the others occupied. It wasn't too big, but it was filled with metal shelves filled with snacks. You made a beeline for the Oreos as San closed the door behind you both, his fingers slickly locking it before he approached you. "So, the way to your heart is with Oreos?" You turned to San as he now stood close at your side, his chest rising and falling at a slight faster pace than earlier. You nodded as he gently took the packet from you, opening the packet with his teeth before he took a cookie out. You watched as he opening the cookie, placing the top one against your bottom lip. "Open."

You nodded, letting San feed you the cookie before your mouth closed around it, chewing as the chocolate flavor filled your mouth. San watched you with now slightly hooded eyes before he held up the rest to your lips, his free hand gently touching your waist. "You know, when I eat Oreos, I eat them all separate like this: I eat the cookie first, lick the icing off, then eat the last cookie."

You then caught on to what he wanted you to do next, slowly licking the icing off the cookie as San watched before accepting the last cookie into your mouth. San hummed as he watched you, whispering a small "good girl." before the hand that was on your waist slowly moved up your body, his body moving with yours to press your back against one of the nearby shelves that were against the wall. He looked down at your lips as he gently touched your neck, his thumb moving to press along the underside of your neck. You looked so hot to him, and he was beginning to feel so dizzy.

"I haven't had an Oreo in a while. Maybe you could let me know how it tastes," San didn't give you a chance to respond as his lips soon met yours. The kiss at first started off slow, like he was testing the waters to see how far you wanted to go. As your hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck, San took it as a sign that you wanted this, so the kiss sped up. San hummed against your lip as your tongue gently moved along his bottom lip, making him grip your thighs before he easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He then roughly cleared off a nearby table by moving his arm along the messy table, clearing off all of the many foods before he placed you back down onto the table, the kiss now becoming hot.

San began to move his lips down your neck as you whispered his name, trying to critique him for making a mess, but your mind became mush due to how good his lips and tongue felt along your neck. His hands then slipped under your shirt, pushing up the fabric as his lips then moved up the newly exposed skin. San was so focused on kissing and seeing every part of you, which only added to your arousal. He slowly moved back up to your lips, meeting you in a passionate kiss as his hands moved to remove any remaining clothes on you, haphazardly tossing them in to a pile before your hands did the same to his. San smiled as you began to push down his pants, his hands moving to help you before he pulled back from the kiss.

"You know, we need to do a full on physical," You met San's eyes as he kicked away his pants, his words making you tilt your head. San chuckled at your head tilt, his hands moving slowly along your thighs before he pressed his forehead against yours. San had never been with someone like you and he wanted to savor this moment, yet, he also couldn't help but want to flip you over on the table and just drill his hard cock into you. "Seems like you wanna play doctor, San" You whispered, running your hand through his hair as he slowly pushed down his boxers, his hard cock now slapping against his abs.

San couldn't help but chuckle deeply at your words before he gently cupped your face, making you meet his eyes as he speaks. "That's right, Y/N. Let me play doctor and give you a full inspection with my cock."

You felt your body heat up at his words before San lets go of your face, leaning down to spit on the head of his cock before he moved his hand along his cock, spreading it along his large length before he gripped your thighs, roughly pulling you to the edge of the table. You bit your lip as he moved your legs tightly around his waist, the head of his cock meeting your wet cunt before he slowly pushed in, making you both gasp. San gently tossed his head forward, resting his head on your shoulder as you welcome his cock. "Fuck, baby. You're already so wet, shit." You gripped his biceps as he continued to slowly push in, taking a deep breath at the stretch his cock caused.

"Does anyone know why the snack building door is locked? I wanted a snack, man!"

You and San both tensed and paused at the sound of Yunho outside, complaining about the locked door. You tilted your head back to try and see the door, hoping that he doesn't have some sort of lockpicking skills. San looked up from your shoulder, noticing how your attention was now on on the door and it made him a bit jealous. He saw Yunho every single day, and he can't even give him one moment with you alone? San felt a wave of heat rush over his body before he pressed his hands against your thighs, looking at you as he started to continue pushing into you.

"San- oh my god, fuck" You were about to question him on why he was looking at you like that, but your words left your mind as he resumed filling you with his cock. You tried to mention that Yunho was outside, but San cut you off again with a kiss. He pushed his tongue into the kiss, muffling more of your moans as finally finished filling you. "Yunho does not matter right now. You better not even utter his name right now- right now you should be more worried about taking every inch of my cock like a good girl."

You nodded dazily at San's words, your eyes closing as San slowly pulled out before he began to move his hips. San bit his lip harshly as he moved his hips to meet yours, the slow pace killing him- every time he filled you up, you just felt so good around him that it was physically hurting him to not give it to you harder. His eyes soon moved to your face, watching you as the pleasure moved all over his face before he broke.

San's pace suddenly picked up, snapping his hips into you at a fast pace, the sound of your moans and wetness now echoing around the snack building. He smirked as you dug your nails into his muscles, using him as an anchor as he drilled his cock into you. Just the way you were taking him made him want to cum. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder before he bit it, licking the mark he soon left behind. "Beautiful, now you can look at that tomorrow morning and remember how good it feel with my cock deep in your pussy like this"

"San, please" You whined, pressing a kiss to his lips as you tried to shut him, hoping to stop his dirty words from leaving his lips, but it only made San laugh before he leaned back, making sure your lips can't reach his as he moves faster, making the table move along with you both. "What, baby, don't act like you don't like what I'm saying. I can feel it every single time you tense around my cock" You tossed your head back as San's fingers met your clit, making you clench around his cock. Your nails dug more into his shoulders as you felt your orgsam quickly approaching, making you moan his name louder. San smirked before giving in to kiss you, silencing you so Yunho couldn't hear as you came all over his cock and him filling you up with his cum. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him in the kiss as you both came hard.

You soon pulled back from the kiss as your thighs shook, your eyes now closed as you rested against San's body, his own body shaking and feeling hot as he gently rubbed your body and pressed kisses to your shoulder. However, you both were reminded about the situation you both were in when Yunho could be heard outside saying "Maybe Jongho has the key?"

"Looks like our moment is over" San chuckled, slowly pulling out of you before he picked up a napkin, cleaning you and him up before he helped you get dressed. Once you both were appropriate, he smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sighed at his touch before you heard some crinkling, San's body leaving yours. You opened your eyes as the door to the snack room closed, leaving you alone in the building. You sighed, feeling it was a dream. Was it a sick daydream your mind conjured up about the Captain? You turned to check your reflection in the mirror of the room when you notice a packet of Oreos once more on the table right next to you, a small smiley face drawn on it. You smiled as you realized that San left that for you, instantly picking it up before leaving the building right as Yunho and Jongho made their way over, a small smile on your face.

~>~

"Y/N, do you know where the emergency needles are?"

You shook your head at F/N, watching as she dug through the many bins of medical gear you all had brought from the hospital. You and the others had been here for only a month and you had already ran out of everything. "There's talk about a mission the ATEEZ team are going on soon. We need more of everything before then so that way if something happens, we can help them."

"Let me go talk to the commander and see what I can do" you placed a gentle hand on F/N's shoulder before you went outside, walking to the large dark green tent the commander had. You were a bit nervous as you didn't really talk to the commander, only hearing him yell and scream at various solders, which made you keep your distance. But, you didn't have a choice today.

"Excuse me, Commander Lewis?" You smiled as you entered his tent, watching as he looked up from his paperwork. You waited till the commander offered you a small nod before you continued speaking as the other soilders you had seen talk to him do that. "Sir, me and the other medics are running out of medical supplies and we need to get more."

"I can take her into the city if you'd like," Your eyebrows furrowed as San spoke, making you turn around. San was wearing a navy blue t-shirt and his combat pants, his signature smile painted on his face. Before you could respond, the Commander tossed him the keys to a Jeep, letting you know that your words no longer mattered in the issue. You offered San a kind smile before you exited the tent, San following close behind.

"So, how have you been, Doctor? Still enjoying Oreos?" You turned to gently shove San before getting into the passenger seat of the Jeep, your cheeks heating up at his words. You hadn't been trying to avoid San since the night you and him both shared a while ago: he had been busy preparing for the mission and a whole squad got sick so you had to deal with that. You had seen him around, but you always ended up deciding to not go talk to him. A part of you thought it was a one night stand kind of situation, a different part of you wanted there to be more.

The car ride to the nearby city was quiet, dark shades covering San's eyes as he drove. You would often glance over at him, enjoying how he looked as he drove: one arm on the steering wheel, the other one resting on the side. He looked so cool.

"You didn't answer my question, Y/N" You jumped a bit a San's sudden question, turning to him to ask what he meant. You also silently hoped that he didn't ask anything while you were daydreaming. San smiled softly before he asked "What have you been up to since our night together? I heard a squad got sick and all, but what have you been up to besides that?"

"Oh besides that?" You turned to look back out the window as he drove, thinking back to the past couple of weeks. "Nothing, really. When I'm not working, I'm couped up in my quarters"

San nodded, understanding what you meant as he was the same way. "I heard you're going back home soon, too. Two months went by pretty fast, huh?" You paused as you hear a twinge of disappointment in his voice, making you turn back to look at him. But, before you could respond, San announced that you both had arrived in the city. You nodded, looking out at the many buildings and the beautiful stone road that was ahead.

After you both gather the rest of the supplies you and the other doctors needed, you and San begin the long car ride back to the base. You had favored the idea of looking outside, not wanting to break the silence. However, San had other plans.

"Why are we pulling over?" You turned to San as he pulled over, shutting the car off before he turned to you. He removed his shades from his eyes before he let his eyes roam your body. He hadn't seen you in so long and he knew that if he didn't address the underlying tension between you both, then there was chance he would never see it again when you went back. Your next words were cut off by San's lips meeting yours, his hand moving to cup your cheek. The kiss instantly became heated as you both moved your lips together, both of your eyes closing. The kiss felt just as good as last time, if not better.

San slowly moved his hand down your cheek to the seatbelt, smirking against your lips as he slowly removes it. "I missed you, Y/N"

"I missed you too, San" you whispered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he began to lift you from the passenger seat onto his lap. He gently kissed down your neck as his hands slowly pushed up your top before he pushed his hand into your pants, his fingers meeting your wetness, making you mewl. "So wet, baby. And all I've done is just kiss you"

You sighed against his lips as he slowly pushed in a finger, his free hand moving to place one of your hands onto the button of pants, letting you know what he wanted. He placed gentle kisses along your neck and jaw as you struggled to unbutton his pants, the position in the car not giving either one of you very much room. San grunted before he pushed down your shorts, his hands then moving to help you with his pants. Your body was already too hot, your fingers now absently running along your wet cunt the same way San had.

San's eyes darken as he watches you, licking his lips as he pushes down his pants as much as he could, wrapping his hand around his already hard length as he matches your pace. You had never done something like this, but San made you feel bold. San looked at you like he was desperate for you and wanted all of you, his eyes giving you confidence. "Why don't you push a finger into that wet pussy, baby? Let me show you how I want you to touch yourself when we're separated"

You nodded, doing as San said, his lips meeting your neck once more as his hand moved along his length faster. San relished in the way you were moaning into his ear, making his cock twitch in his hand. San pulled back from your neck to see your face as you added another finger, now basically riding your fingers. You looked like the most beautiful thing he had seen and wanted this moment engraved in his mind. He cursed softly before swatting your hand away, helping you move to straddle his cock before he slowly pushed you down onto him. You gasped at the familiar stretch, your walls clamping down on him as he roughly smacked your ass, gripping the flesh immediately afterwards.

"Bounce on me just like you had done on your fingers a few seconds ago" San kept one hand gripping your ass, the other now gripping your hip as he helped you rise him. He licked along your neck before biting down on your sweet spot as you began to ride him, being careful to not hit your head. Once you both had found a comfortable angle, you began to let loose and move faster, making you both moan loudly. San kept his hands on you, moving them all over you continued to ride him. He knew he wouldn't stop till you were a mess; if you weren't a mess the first time, then he would make you continue you till you were a mess all over cock.

So after your first three orgsams on his cock, San could tell you were still thinking too much for his liking.

"San, please calm down, fuck!" You gripped the center console as San thrusted into you from behind you, his hand moving to grip your hair as he fucked you. He went from having you ride him to having you bent over the center console, shirt pushed up with bite marks from him all over your back and shoulders. San chuckled at your words, leaning down to whisper in your ear his hips continued their punishing pace. "Hm, you still know how to speak? Guess we need to keep going till you forget everything other than my name."

You had lost count of how many times he made you cum when you both returned to the base, your legs feeling like jelly as you handed your coworkers the medical equipment. You tried hard to walk normally as you walked back to your quarters, breathing heavily from the hours of intimacy with San.

"Stop worrying about your walk, Y/N. It was fine." You turned to see San now leaning in your room doorway, a smile on his lips as he closed the door an approached you. You crossed your arms as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You felt your body relax at the feeling, sighing before you pressed your cheek against his chest, letting your body rest against his. San smiled before whispering "here, let me help you shower and then get ready for bed."

You nodded, allowing San to help you get into the shower before he followed. Even though you both were bare under the hot water, it felt calm between you both. You felt your feelings for San begin to bubble in your chest as he helped wash you, humming a random song as he did so. "So, I hear there's a mission for you and the others coming up..." Your words trailed off as he took his time helping you wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp carefully. He nodded, looking down at you with a small smile. You looked so relaxed, your eyes closed as he took his time with you. He leaned down to press a small kiss to your lips, enjoying the soft moment with you as his own feelings for you bubbled in his chest. He wanted this feeling to never end: to come home from every mission with you in his arms.

"I don't know when we roll out for the mission, but I will be thinking about you the whole time." San smiled, his hands moving from your hair to cup your cheeks, his thumb moving along your cheeks. He couldn't help but admire you, pressing another kiss to your lips before you laughed softly at the feeling. This was bliss.

"How will I know that you actually mean that, San?" You asked, looking up at him as a small smirk came onto his lips. You then gasped as he picked you up, his arms gripping you tightly as he pressed you against the tile shower wall. He smiled down at your before you felt his cock now pressing back against your entrance. Well, there goes the calm shower.

You now had your hands pressed against the wall, holding you up as San moved from behind, leaning down to kiss your shoulder and stuff his face in your neck. Your moans echoed in the bathroom as you gripped his hair, making him moan loudly at the painful sting. Both of your moans had begun to echo in the room, only adding to the experience. "Fuck, I love you baby. Keep clenching down on me just like that baby, and I'm gonna fill you up and give you my kid."

San completely used your wet pussy, switching between words of praise and being outright filthy, with talks of breeding you and taking you outside to fuck you in front of everyone. San was absolutely gone, his mind fuzzy as he came for the third time that day in your pussy, the feeling making my you cum as well.

Once he cleaned you up again, he carried you back to your bed, laying you down on your sheets before he helped you get ready for bed. You thanked him, allowing him to help you before you both laid down on the bed. He held you as you began to slowly drift off, his lips pressed to your forehead.

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone.

You carefully got ready for the day, still feeling a bit sore from the night's events with San, along with being upset: part of you was upset that he left without telling you, another part was upset that you didn't wake up when he left. You made your way to the cafeteria, knowing that he would be there with the other ATEEZ members as they always ate together. However, when you entered the cafeteria, you noticed that he was nowhere to be seen, nor the other team members. You started walking around the base, looking for any sign of him or the others, sighing when you noticed that he was nowhere. When you arrived at the medic tent, F/N was packing up the various medical equipment, placing it all on the back of one of the Jeeps. With a confused look, you asked her what she was doing.

"We go back home today, remember? There is going to be a new set of medics to treat the ATEEZ team after they come back from their mission." You felt your body run cold at her words, asking if she was serious. There was a chance you weren't going to see San ever again- it was like the universe wanted to punish you. It made you wonder what you did in a past life to have San taken from you like this.

You helped F/N and the others pack silently before you went to pack your own things. You felt your heartstrings being pulled as you moved around your room, memories of last night with San filling your mind. As you finished making your bed, you noticed a glimmer of metal under your pillow, making you tilt your head. As you picked up your pillow, you stopped to see a dog tag with San's name on it, along with a folded note.

Hey, Y/N. You're sleeping so peacefully that I don't want to wake you up, but I have to go. Take my dog tag, so that way I have no choice but to come look for you. Don't forget to grab some Oreos on the way out.

I love you.

Captain San Choi.

~>~

"Doctor Y/N, there is someone requesting you in the lobby."

You sighed before nodding, entering the elevator. You had been so swamped since you had come back, not getting the opportunity to do much of anything. You closed your eyes as the elevator slowly brought you down to the lobby, your fingers playing with San's dog tag that sat in your scrub's' pocket. You hadn't found him yet, but you still had hope that sometime this weekend, you could take time off and do some research on him.

But that would have to wait. The elevator doors are opening.

You opened your eyes as you exited the elevator, making your way to the center desk within the lobby with a small tired smile on your face as you asked the nurse who was here to see you. You secretly hoped it wasn't another patient, wanting nothing more than to deal with the 8 other ones who were already on your roster.

"Doctor Y/N L/N?"

You turned to the voice, not realizing who it was at first. "Yes, that is me-" You stopped as your eyes met the face to the voice, your jaw dropping when you saw him.

San now stood in front of you, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. Your eyes widened before you approached him with a growing smile. San did the same, his pace matching yours until he was able to wrap his arms around you, picking you up to spin you around. Neither one of you cared about how everyone else was looking at you both, too consumed with each other. You cupped his face before meeting his lips in a soft kiss, both of your smiles coming through the kiss before you both hugged each other tightly.

"How did you find me?" You asked, cupping his face again to ensure that it was really him. "I asked my commander what hospital you reported back to as you forgot something. That something is me." San laughed, holding his hand out to you, holding it out expectantly. You raised an eyebrow before placing his dog tag in his hand, making him shake his head. He then reached to hold your head, slowly intertwining your fingers before he whispered in your ear "you have an office, right? We should talk in there." You smiled at his words, nodding before you haphazardly let the front desk know you were on break. By the tone of his voice you weren't going to be doing much of talking, but, you didn't care. At least you had San back. As you both entered the elevator he moved to immediately stand in front of you, smashing his lips back into yours.

He's all that matters now. The elevator doors are closing.

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My True Love is Dead

Blood warning ⚠!

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The art piece was Surprisingly cooperative and didn't crash once! A true miracle considering it was 3000x4000 with 100+ layers and ibis was crying to me abt performance near the end. The only issue was that I have finally suffered the curse of colors changing on different displays 😔, the color of the shadows (bg, midground, and foreground) WERE SUPPOSED TO BE VIOLET and ended up blue when I looked on my phone :'|

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I didn't execute bash on slashes hip the way I wanted too, but im honestly not to upset, it just looks like he's not connected to her 💀. Slashes skin also ended up being more lively than intended considering the undead status and a (presumed?) Lack of blood in her.

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Also silly bonus doodle! (Pre MTLiD)

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The rest of the post is yapping about my slash! If you don't care you don't need to read it :3

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I had to think of backstory for slash I felt fit, with her scars and the canon tragic backstory of vengeance, and I debated around giving her a bear theme because bears are cool but I scrapped it. Eventually I landed and stuck with a carrie-esq backstory.

An unpopular nerdy kid in college who, on Halloween, was invited to a party in Lakeforest by some of her college classmates, a ploy to kill slash out in the forest. Telling slash of the Lakeforest killer as a campfire story they set the plan in motion. As one of the members of the group snuck away, grabbing an outfit similar to the lakeforest slashers (bash) and the machete they'd packed, heading back to the party to 'kill' the others before targeting slash. After a chase into the deep parts of the woods, slash tripped and was caught by the fake. Leaving her with life threatening cuts, the party fled the scene not knowing slash had miraculously survived. Making her way to a hospital and receiving care, she reported all that happened to the police, knowing who and why they'd done it. No justice was served though, as the members who organized it had powerful ties to the college and political community that saved them.

Upset, angry, and vengeful, slash decided to do it herself. Dressing in casual clothes with her red turtleneck, she grabbed a machete and some throwing knives to execute her Halloween vengeance. A gruesome sight as she killed every member of the original party except one. It should've been on kill, it turns out slash didn't only just like killing, she was good at it.

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Sadistic!Matt x Pet

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**

Sadistic (Sadism - The Act Of Being Sadistic)

Deriving (getting) pleasure from inflicting (causing) pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: mention of tension, welt on face from being punched, INTRODUCING: silly!Sadistic!Matt, intense Matt, INTRODUCING: scared!Sadistic!Matt, Matt diving in, slight choking, thigh slap, slight degradation, good moment ruined, awkwardness, toxic feelings, put on the spot, angst, tension, knives, normal couple vibes from Sadistic!Matt, talking about the fight/ Sadistic!Matt enjoying hitting you, mention of bruising, threats of killing, snide comment / joke about punching you, sibling fight, slapping, crying, Sadistic!Matt thinking about hitting you, wanting to lie, ominous phone call, microphone drop. ⚠︎

A/N: Sadistic!Matt's Favourite Song: (No Warnings)

In the late afternoon, when you woke up, the tension in the house was painful. Not in a good way. You heard your brothers hanging out in your living room. Before going out, you checked your cheek for signs of Matt striking you in the face. You didn't mind the welt forming; to you, it was just a reminder of the fun times you had with Matt, but you knew Cole would never let it go if he saw it. After piling on fresh makeup, you joined them.

"Morning, sunshine." Elliott hopped up and wrapped an arm around you.

"We are taking you out." Cole looked content. Maybe the tension was all in your head? You thought. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a crunchy Valley grain bar for a filler snack.

"Cool. Where are we going?" You were hoping they wouldn't be lame and say it was a surprise or anything.

"There is a carnival happening about forty minutes from here." Cole stood up and stretched a little.

"Oh, that's perfect. Matt will probably like it, too." You said nonchalantly. You weren't sure if he was a carnival-type person, but you were excited to find out.

"Oh." The tension you thought might be imaginary became all too apparent, settling in the room like a blanket falling down. Cole's jaw tensed.

"He means a lot to me." You sighed. You hated having to justify being with Matt. The truth was that if they knew the absolute truth, they too would see that no one was better for you than Matt.

"It's fine." Elliott's voice cracked a little.

"Great. He lives a few minutes away. I'll go get him, and we can carpool." You smiled, feeling better knowing Elliott had your back.

"He doesn't have a car?" Cole scoffed.

"He does." You shot back. "I just want to talk to him for a minute before we go. You know, brief him on how crazy you two are." You tried to land a light joke, but it didn't stand a chance against the wall they both had up. Once outside his house, you rounded the corner to the back door. You heard a faint thumping noise as you put your key in to unlock the door. You still felt a sense of nerves as you walked into his house. He didn't seem like the type of person you would want to catch off guard.

Sliding the door open, the sound of the drumming beats pulsed on the surface of your skin. You never really thought about what kind of music Matt would listen to, but this wasn't shy of what you would have guessed. The washed-up lyrics behind the intense, steady drumbeat really set an uneasy tone. You stepped inside as the lyrics faded away, and the song transitioned to a just a drumbeat. Your mouth popped open, forming into a wide smile. There, in the middle of the living room, Matt was turned away from you, dancing. It wasn't anything particular, just a little shoulder shake as he tossed his head back and forth. The music was so loud he hadn't heard you come in. He was feeling every single beat pump through his veins as if it were his own blood.

All morning, he couldn't stop thinking about you. It started simply hoping you were okay. Then it moved on to worrying that your brothers convinced you to leave him. His mind progressed into a dark spot. He did the only thing he knew would silence the thoughts you might be gone—his favorite song. It wasn't his favorite before he met you, but it slowly became his favorite as his feelings for you grew more apparent. "Loving you is something else..." The music, mixed with a hint of Matt, swirled into your mind. You watched in awe as the scary, sadistic Matt kept doing his little jig in the middle of the room. You wanted to announce your presence, but you didn't want him to stop. He slowly started to turn around. You straightened up, waiting for him to notice you. His eyes were shut tightly. He was really feeling this song.

"Matt?" You whispered. You knew he didn't hear you because you barely heard you.

"Losing you is something else..." The music paused for a second before restarting the song.

"Matt?" You took this as your chance. Matt's eyes shot open, and he froze in place. The music took over the silence again. You smiled at him. "Hey." You mouthed through the musical notes swirling between the two of you. Matt walked over to the speaker, blaring, and paused it.

"Pet." He said.

"What song is that?" You asked. You wanted to know so you could never forget the sight of him dancing to it.

"Inamorata." He held no emotion. He was trying to figure out how to feel. Part of him was relieved to see you in his house, still allowed to be with him—still wanting to be. The other part of him was upset you saw him dancing and singing to a song like a teenage girl.

"It's pretty. I liked it." You liked watching Matt more, but the song was beautiful too.

"You." He was short. You knew there was more he wanted to say.

"Me what?" You walked closer to him in the living room.

"It reminds me of you." He looked down at you, hands by his sides.

"That's nice. I think." It was cute. Something reminded him of you, but you didn't know the song well enough to know the true meaning.

"Do you know what inamorata means?" He finally moved and snaked his hands around your waist.

"No." You giggled and shook your head. Matt leaned down closer to your ear, letting his breath tickle you for a moment.

"Inamorata means female lover." His voice was saturated with lust. You felt the cool sensation work its way down your spine.

"Oh." You let out.

"Inamorata." He whispered, his lips gliding across the skin of your neck as he spoke. After the word was thoroughly soaked into your brain, you felt his lips press down on you.

"Mhhmm." You hummed and let your head fall back slightly, allowing him more room to use if he wanted to.

"In-" He moved his lips slightly. "ah-" He kissed lower. "Mor-" He moved spots again. "Ata." He settled the last kiss on your lips. You weren't sure why he was suddenly all over you, but you wanted more.

"Matt." You whimpered. Once was enough to make him weak. His hands gripped your shoulders and squeezed tightly.

"I thought..." He looked down at the floor. "I thought, I lost you." He slowly raised his head to look at you directly.

"Never." You smiled into his baby blues. Matt leaned down and hooked his hands around your thighs. In a swift second, you were thrown over his shoulder. "Matt!?" You shrieked. "What are you doing?" You laughed freely as he walked toward the bedroom. He tossed you on the bed like a toy and quickly undressed himself. You were in a skirt as usual. Matt was releasing his built-up tension. He hated the moment something bad happened; his thoughts told him you were leaving, just like the rest. His need for you was becoming rooted in the fear of never knowing when his time with you would be the last. He wanted to take every chance he could with you. He reached right in between your thighs, ripped your fabric barrier to the side, and inserted himself into you.

You had given Matt full consent to your body without him knowing. There wasn't anything he could do to you that you wouldn't be okay with. "Yes." You panted out, letting him know it was good. His thrusts inside you weren't anything special. There was no rhythm to his hips pushing and pulling against yours. This was so that he could feel inside you for a few minutes. Matt grabbed your wrists and held you pinned down. His mouth peppered kisses all over your neck and collarbones. The sensation was new. Even with all of your moments of intimacy with Matt, he could still find something new to introduce into your relationship. "I'm yours." The words left your lips without your brain filtering them. They came from pure pleasure and ownership.

"My Pet." He used one hand to grip your neck. This sexual encounter felt very normal. For a brief moment, you wondered, "Am I changing him?" Matt's hand squeezed, and you felt a little rush in your head. "Inamorata." He whispered into your ear. You were beginning to like the way it sounded. Just as you were about to moan, Matt's groan filled the room. He pulled out of you and smacked your thigh slightly. "I could use you like that every day, Pet." His words, slightly degrading as they were, made your body shiver as your liquid pleasure leaked out.

"Please." You already had more sex than you ever had, even when you were primarily paid for it. With Matt, sex was more. It was an experience. It was what they told you it should feel like. It meant something to you. Matt leaned down and captured your mouth with his. Never getting tired of kissing you, he felt more comfortable initiating it now. When he pulled back and looked into your eyes, you saw the sweetness of his lust circling his pupils. "We are going to a carnival. Please come." You asked, shying away from him a little.

"We?" He pulled back more. His jaw tensed up. His eyes lost their affection.

"My brothers and -"

"No." He hopped off of the bed and changed his clothes.

"Matt. I never wanted you to meet them like that. Please." You sat up and felt his cum wetting your pink lace.

"Pet, I don't do the family thing." He said avoiding eye contact with you.

"I talked to them. I promise it'll be better this time." You stood up and positioned yourself under his chin. Arms wrapped around him. "I promise." Matt stood uncomfortable. He didn't like hugging, and he certainly didn't want to hang out with your brothers. The ones he beat the shit out of because he thought you were cheating... again.

"Okay." He sighed. He felt like he owed it to you. You squeezed his body harder. For a sadist, he wasn't very built. Still, he was big enough to dominate you properly. Just another thing to make you two perfect for each other.

"We are carpooling. Come on." You grabbed his wrist and pulled him through his own house. The drive doesn't take long, but the closer you get to your house, the more tense Matt looked. His color grew paler, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed, and he appeared angry. You ran inside to get your brothers. "Matt's in the car. Ready?" You knew yesterday was just a misunderstanding, and you had high hopes that today would help smooth things over. You were okay with Matt not meeting your family right away. Your nature and his were perfect for each other, not necessarily understood by outsiders.

"Great." Cole looked the same way Matt did on the short drive over.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine." Elliott wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked with you behind Cole.

"I'm driving." Elliott ran to the correct door.

"Matt and I can take the back seat." You knew Matt would prefer that anyway. Matt noticed the passenger seat was reclaimed and stepped out of the car. He was slightly shorter than Cole, but he carried a darker presence. Cole glared down at him as he switched to the backseat. Matt knew they would never like him. It took him years to find someone like you—someone accepting.

Once you were in the backseat, you reached over and grabbed Matt's hand. He didn't like it, especially while he was already on edge with your family around, but he let you hold it. The drive to the carnival was awkward but not as bad as you thought it would be. The air was thick with tension and unresolved angst. The fact that the three most important men in your life all hated each other, and it was all because of you, was intense.

"How many people?" The gate attendant asked.

"I'll pay for you." Cole nudged you playfully. Matt gritted his teeth. It wasn't jealousy rooted in romance; it was more a bitterness stemming from the notion that you didn't need him. Matt needed to be needed. It fueled his confidence, and the fact you were being taken care of by other people bothered him.

"I got us," Elliott spoke to Matt, taking him out of his thoughts. Matt looked at him. He was observing this brother. Elliott was the more amicable, more understanding of the two brothers. Cole was the problem—Matt's problem.

"What are we going to do first?" You asked, looking around. The rides were lit up even though it was only just now starting to get darker. The food was being cooked fresh, filling the air with a variety of sweet, salty, and greasy aromas.

"Rides." "Eat." Cole and Matt glared at each other's challenging statements.

"What do you want to do?" Elliott asked you. He meant well trying to give you the choice, but now it just made it seem like you were picking a side to represent.

"I... Uh..." You stuttered. All three of the boys stood watching you, waiting for your response.

"Games!" You said excitedly. For one, it would be a lot of fun. But most importantly, neither of them had suggested it.

"Okay," Cole said, sounding a little more into the activity. All of you made your way to the game alley. Matt stayed so close to your side that he kept bumping into you. You couldn't tell what his issue was other than Cole's dislike for him; you weren't sure why he was on edge. You played the Strong Man game, losing of course. Elliott wanted to try. He did better but still lost. The next game was a simple one: Ducks. You just had to pick the right duck in the pond to get a prize. You, again, lost. Cole played this one for fun and won a small prize. "Here." He handed you the tiny duck plushy. You squished it close.

"I love him." You smiled. "You want to play?" You offered to Matt. You wanted to make sure he didn't feel left out.

"No." His voice was tense. You swiftly looked to see Elliott and Cole sharing estranged looks of disapproval. You looked back at Matt and nodded. You wanted him to try at least to get along, but you understood he wasn't the type to let people in much anyway. But this mattered. You guys kept slowly dragging your feet along until your eyes lit up at the sight of the sparkling sign—knife throwing. "Matt, can you win me something?" You saw his lip smirk to the side.

"I can try." You both knew he was flawless at this. You were excited to know Cole and Elliott were going to witness him win you a prize. Matt walked up to the table and picked up the knives. He felt them for a second, learning their weight and balance. Without missing a beat, Matt chucked the knife directly at the target. It stuck. He threw another—stuck. And another—same results. All five knives stuck in the middle of the target seemed to overlap one another, fighting for the middle spot.

"Large prize!" The game attendant hollered and rang a bell. Matt was smiling.

"Pick whatever you want inamorata." He whispered in your ear. He didn't want your brothers to know his nicknames for you.

"Can I get... That one." You pointed at the big plush animal. Matt accepted the prize from the vendor. He handed it to you. "Can we get cotton candy?" You were starting to fall into the cliche of a couple being at the fair, but you couldn't help it. This was the first time in your few months of dating that you felt like a normal couple. You and Matt walked off, leaving your brothers behind. They stood watching Matt buy you the sugar fluff you asked for.

"You know, she seems happy," Elliott said. Sure, he saw Matt as odd, to say it nicely, but there was no denying his baby sister's happiness when it was right there in front of them.

"He hit her. In the face El." Cole wasn't changing his mind anytime soon. Matt was wrong for her, and he wasn't going to let one stuffed animal and sugar cloud his judgment.

"Maybe, hear me out, hot head; it was an accident." Elliott was recalling the events of last night.

"You didn't notice how he enjoyed it?" Cole paid attention. He might be a hothead who gets into fights, but he wasn't stupid. He never blacked out, he was never blind to the problem.

"Misunderstanding?" Elliott's voice cracked a little, trying to find excuses. Matt's feelings weren't important to him, but he knew it meant the world to you.

"Yeah. Maybe. I need to talk to him. Could you like distract Sis for me?" Cole asked. His words sounded nice, but his intentions were far from it.

"Of course, bro. I always got your back." Elliott was naive to Cole's plan. You were toggling your items in your hands when you and Matt walked over to your brothers.

"Sis, want to ride the Tilt-A-Whirl?" You nodded eagerly at first, but when you made eye contact with Matt, you realized you shouldn't.

"Can I?" You asked Matt's permission, which warmed his heart. Even though you were asking to make sure he would be okay, he liked feeling like he had control of you. He nodded slowly. You handed Matt your cotton candy and left the group with Elliott, leaving Matt and Cole alone.

"So here is the thing. That girl is our baby sister. We will do anything to protect her." Matt looked Cole in the eyes, disinterested.

"And I love her." Matt decided to speak up. He knew your brothers wouldn't stop trying to get between the two of you. His heart leaped. This was the first time he proclaimed his love for you to someone other than you. It felt real.

"Look, man, I saw the bruises. You aren't going to fool me." Cole stood his ground. Matt straightened up. He knew they could never understand what happened in the bedroom between the two of you, but that also kept him in the role of the villain. Matt clenched his jaw, trying to bite his tongue. "If you ever put your hands on her, I'll kill you." Cole stood tall compared to Matt. Matt wasn't scared. He was pissed. He hated the feeling of knowing he would never hurt you in a way you couldn't handle but not being able to vocalize it.

"That was so fun. We have to go again." You smiled, feeling dizzy from the ride.

"You guys have fun?" Cole switched up his attitude fast. Matt noticed the facade.

"So much." Elliott pulled out his phone to check it.

"What's next?" You asked, ready for your next adventure, hopefully this time with Matt.

"Do they have any games where you punch like a punching bag or something?" Cole asked nonchalantly. Having missed his intentions, you looked around.

"I don't know -" Your voice trailed off, still searching for something similar to a bar game.

"That's too bad. Matt would have been good at that." Your head whipped to look at Cole, now catching his point. Matt physically bit his tongue, tasting the iron.

"What was that?" You challenged Cole.

"I said, that's too bad. Matty boy would have been good at punching something." Cole didn't back down. He stood on his words.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled. Your anger didn't waste time bubbling before spilling over—it flooded.

"We all saw the bruises. Don't lie about it. We can help you." Elliott looked up from his phone as he heard the fight escalating.

"I don't need help. I'm fine. I love him. So stop being a dick." You never fought with your brothers when you were growing up. Being the baby of the family, everyone was always on your side—until now.

"Just admit he hurt you. I saw him punch you in the -" You slapped him quiet. Right across the cheek, the same one Matt had hit on you.

"Cole, drop it." You stormed off. The tears started to fall once you were turned away. Matt felt something he hadn't felt in a long time—guilt. He didn't like seeing you unhappy. In pain, he loved that, but when you were sad, it caused him pain. He didn't like feeling anything. He made eye contact with Elliott, and they nodded at each other. Matt chased after you.

"Pet." He called out, earning a few odd looks from those who heard. He realized that didn't sound normal in public. You turned around and let Matt catch up to you. You immediately threw yourself into his chest and let more tears fall. Matt felt more guilt bubbling.

"I love you, Matt. I love you so much." You hated sounding so whiny about it, but the love you had built for Matt, with Matt, was beyond words.

"I know." He felt you nuzzle him. He liked it. He may not be the one to initiate intimate touches often, but when you gave them, he secretly loved some of them.

"I'm sorry you are in the middle of this. They have never been like this before and -" Matt never thought he'd do what he did, but he decided to be the voice of reason.

"It does look odd to outside people. I do hit you, Pet." He smiled, thinking about it. He couldn't help himself. Something about the idea of his body colliding with yours just did something to him. You looked up at him with your eyes pink from your salty tears. You couldn't believe he was being the voice of reason at the moment.

"I love you, Matt. No matter what anyone else says or thinks." He just nodded. He was fine telling you he loved you too, but he didn't want to wear it out.

"What do we tell them?" Matt's head nodded in the direction of the identical brothers talking. After a quick glance in their direction, you felt some understanding build in your chest. They were your big brothers. You were their little sister.

"They are just going to have to trust me." That was until either you could tell them the truth or come up with a damn good lie as to how you let Matt bruise you. It seemed like an easy lie as if you had fallen or something, but you and Cole both knew what he saw. Matt hit your face and he loved it—that was the actual problem.

Once you had settled down, you walked hand in hand with Matt back over to your brothers. Elliott exchanged a small smile, he looked almost apologetic. "Who is he on the phone with E?" You asked a little more cheery than intended—you were overselling your feelings. He stayed quiet. The look on Elliott's face said it all—all you needed to know. Cole hung up and took a few steps back to join the group.

"Cole, you didn't." You glared him down. Your head started spinning. You looked at Matt, which only made it feel worse. Your tears were reforming. Matt was confused. He wasn't accustomed to the sibling mind-reading you grew up with. He stood by, waiting for someone to explain the new tension growing. "Tell me you didn't." Your voice was firm, but you were begging.

"I had to, Sis." Cole didn't look sad, primarily just concerned—and he was. After moments of silence, Cole spoke up again. The words only adding to the ever-growing tension between everyone. "Mom and Dad want to meet him."

I did normal Matt Sturniolo tags on this chapter because its so light. If you are reading this for the first time the other chapters are NOT light. Proceed with caution.

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Song Rec: Source by Fever the Ghost

Isekai'd

Part 16: Red Flowers

Part 15

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Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ gn reader, mention of drowning, mention of choking, mention of death, Italics= thoughts, drowning, blood mention, weapons-guns (pew pew), child getting shot in memory alteration, sprouting flowers. ⚠

When you were younger, you were told by an old woman that you would die by drowning or choking. Your mom cussed the woman out so much that she switched to a different language.

But like any child, you were scared and took it to heart.

So you made sure to chew your food thoroughly, drink your drinks slowly, learned how to swim, and made sure to watch your step whenever you were near the water. But you never imagined that you would be choked and then thrown into the water.

"Might as well.", Knives said.

You were picked up and tossed into the same water he dumped his brother in.

There was barely any time for you to take a breath and then you were submerged in the water. Your limbs felt heavy and your arms hurt too much to move. Maybe...you should have prepared for a situation like this.

You sank deeper into the water, red trails of blood followed after you and a few bubbles escaped from your lips.

Then you felt a tug at your wrist and you were pulled into someone's embrace. Lifting your head, you saw the blurry image of Vash. He put a hand over your mouth to stop the rest of the air from escaping.

Another splash, and then you hear the echo of Knive's voice.

Vash swims backwards, hitting away the multiple knives that his brother was moving towards him, but they stab into his back.

"AH-!", you shout but soon struggle to breathe.

The blonde's Plant markings glow and he stops moving. You try to tug the blades out of his back but end up cutting your hands instead.

Shit, shit, shit! You keep trying but more blood spills out from you. I have to stop this!

Everything hurts, and then your lungs start to burn due to the lack of oxygen, but you need to get Vash out. You need to stop it. You need to stop Knives.

Then you finally reach the last straw.

You swallow some of the water and claw at your throat, it feels like too much at once, the water rushing into your lungs, the burning, the aching.

Then you slip out of his hold and sink down.

Vision fading to black, you try to reach out and hold onto the red coat, but you lose consciousness before you get to.

Your last thought being.

Wake up..

.

Vash opens his eyes to see the ship where Knives turned his back on the humans entirely and killed a few.

"This place..", he mumbled.

"Fitting this is the first memory I come to.", his brother said walking up from behind him.

"And why's that?", Vash glared at his twin.

"Remember the vow I made that day?", the platinum blonde asks. "They'll be free. Paradise is well within my reach, but my world of Plants isn't complete without you.", he reaches his hand out. "Join me and we shall save our kind."

"They don't abuse plants because they want to.", Vash looks away. "It's because they are stuck on this barren planet! It's our fault!", his voice echos.

"I see...", Knives lowers his hand. "Then dawn your crown of thorns and prepare to die in your precious sinners stead.", he says and snaps his fingers.

The floor underneath Vash wobbles like water and he sinks down, falling as the floor breaks completely.

Then, he's somewhere else. The sand blows in the wind, the voice of Rosa, then he sees Tonis with a missing arm. As he places a hand on the boy's shoulder, he turns into Rollo.

"You promised you would save me.", the brown haired boy glared at him.

"Rollo?", Vash said in surprise.

Vash caught the boy as the child was shot in the head.

"You think we are better off as monsters than we are dead, huh?", the voice of Wolfwood said.

The blonde looked back at him before looking down at Rollo, who was now older, now turned into the large gun man.

"That's damn selfish of you blondie. Couldn't save him then, so do it now.", then the man in black turned into his brother. "Put him out of his misery."

Rollo asked to be killed while coughing up blood. Vash said no, but the man kept coughing.

"That's enough!", the man in the red coat shouted.

Knives shot at the figure and Rollo turned into red geranium flowers that scattered in the wind. The man's body disappearing little by little.

"You're no hero strong enough to save them.", his brother said. "You're a coward too weak to see them die. I can see straight through you."

"Where'd you bring me Nai?", Vash asked before noticing his hand was normal and not the prosthetic one. "My hand!", he was surprised but quickly shook that thought out. "None of this is real, is it? It's a lie!"

He stood and then began walking through the desert. It was daytime before it quickly turned to night. "There's got to be a way out.", he told himself and ran into a random direction.

When he stopped, he saw the debris of a wrecked ship.

"This is..", he started before looking up to see his brother the age when the ship fell.

"The big fall.", little Nai said. "You did all of this you know? What happens when they find out."

Vash turned to see three humans. The two reporters and the medic.

"Well, one of them already knew.", Nai said.

The figure of the medic disappeared into red flowers.

"Don't lose sleep over it." Vash heard from right next to him and looked down.

"They aren't like us. Their lives are so short.", Nai said with his hand covering the side of his mouth as if telling a secret. "They'll barely last a century or so. They don't matter."

Flowers took over the two figures that stood near the ship a little ways from him.

The blonde furrowed his brows in pain before holding his head.

"Wait.. Who were they?", he asked.

A dust cloud of sand brushed by as he fell to his knees, holding his head in pain with both his hands. "Agh!"

"It's time to release your power! Our brand new world begins today!", Nai said happily with his arms spread out.

Then there was a petal in Vash's hand. A vibrant red geranium petal that he could recognize from anywhere.

"It's her.."

.

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"You've got to wake up!"

There's someone trying to shake you awake.

"Please! Wake up!", they ask again, practically sobbing it out.

You open your eyes to see the Geodome, the glass cracking and the geranium flowers were exploding. Looking up at the person shaking you, you see it is Rem.

"We don't have enough time! Get up!", she said.

The dome was falling apart as you sat up. Pieces of glass stabbed into the grass as it fell.

"Where is Vash?", you asked as you lifted yourself up to stand.

"In another memory.", the black haired woman said. "Please, I need you to get to him quickly."

"I'm going.", you said. "I'll be there."

Entering the "Gate" felt as weird as last time. The Plants were brighter than usual as you ran passed them to get to the black star.

"Damn it Star boy!", you shouted as you pushed yourself to speed up. "I need you to wake up!", you kept going. "We need you to wake up! The Plants need you to wake up! I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP!"

You finally got to him and held him by the shoulders.

"Remember Rem! Remember what she told you! What she promised!", you said. "VASH! WAKE UP!"

Then you saw his form start to dim, that's when you realized that he got away from Knives.

"You did it! Keep going! I believe in you-! Ah?", you looked down at your abdomen that suddenly flared up in pain, the side that was bleeding earlier was sprouting roots and blooming red aster flowers.

Staring down at it in surprise, you held onto the coat in your grip tightly.

"What..?"

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*sweating a bit as the plot is now off the rails* Shit...

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 17

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𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ⚠︎︎ pure fluff, no use of y/n. (psa I will use my nickname if it’s implied because I don’t like using y/n or y/nn. Just imagine your nickname!)

Bri ༯ I absolutely hate the name but I couldn’t think of anything 😓

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The air was crisp, and the scent of autumn leaves and cinnamon filled the streets. Halloween was your favorite time of year, a season you always looked forward to with childlike excitement. This year was no different, but the anticipation was a little heightened by the fact that she was spending it with Matt.

Matt Sturniolo had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, but lately, something had changed between you guys. A subtle shift neither of you acknowledged, though it was hard to ignore. The playful teasing lingered a little longer, the touches became more frequent, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Matt felt it too. Tonight, you hoped to find out.

The two of you had planned a quiet Halloween together—pumpkin carving, horror movie marathons, and maybe a bit of pranking their friends. Nothing too crazy. You weren’t the type to enjoy big Halloween parties, and Matt seemed to prefer the low-key vibe just as much.

You arrived at Matt’s house, carrying a pumpkin under your arm and a bag of candy in the other. You knocked on the door, and when it swung open, you were greeted by Matt, who had a lopsided grin on his face. He was wearing a black let’s trip six million hoodie, simple but cute.

“Finally, I was starting to think you’d bailed,” Matt teased, stepping aside to let you in.

“Please, I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile. You walked in and set the pumpkin and candy on the kitchen table. “Ready to lose in pumpkin carving?”

Matt snorted, crossing his arms. “Lose? You forget who you’re talking to. I’m an artist.”

“Oh really? Well, let’s see what you’ve got, Picasso,” you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

The two of you got to work, carving away at your pumpkins. The kitchen was filled with the sound of knives scraping against pumpkin flesh, interrupted only by the occasional joke or burst of laughter. Matt’s tongue poked out slightly in concentration, and you found yourself staring more than once, caught up in how endearing he looked when he was focused.

“You know, you’re supposed to carve the pumpkin, not murder it,” Matt joked, glancing at your slightly uneven pumpkin smile.

“Shut up,” you laughed, playfully nudging him. “Yours isn’t any better!”

Matt held up his pumpkin, which had a goofy, lopsided smile too, he wiggled his eyebrows. “I beg to differ. Mine has charm.”

You rolled your eyes again, but your heart skipped a beat. It was so easy with Matt—always fun, always comfortable. But that ease was exactly what made the idea of something more so terrifying. What if you ruined it? What if that shift you felt was just one-sided?

As you finished up your pumpkins and set them on the porch, Matt turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I have an idea.”

“Oh no,” you groaned, but there was excitement bubbling in your chest.

“Let’s prank Nick and Chris. They’ve been way too confident about their costumes this year,” he suggested, his voice lowering conspiratorially.

You grinned. “I’m in. What’s the plan?”

You spent the next half hour setting up fake spiders that jumped, eerie sound effects, and placing a fog machine at the front door of the house, ready to give Nick and Chris a good scare when they came back from their party. By the time you finished, your stomach was hurting from laughing so hard at Matt’s antics.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, but you love it,” Matt said, his tone teasing, but there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at you.

Your breath caught. There it was again—that shift. The teasing banter still had that underlying warmth, but now there was something else too, something deeper.

“Yeah, I do,” you admitted quietly, almost surprising yourself with the confession. You looked down at your hands, nervous about meeting his eyes again, unsure of what you’d see there.

Matt stepped closer, his hand gently brushing against yours as he reached for a piece of candy from the bowl beside you. “Bri…”

You looked up, your heart racing, but before Matt could say anything more, the door swung open, and Chris and Nick stumbled in, laughing and talking about their night. The moment between you and Matt was interrupted, but the tension still lingered, unspoken.

“Yo, why does it look like a haunted house in here?” Nick asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as the fog machine hissed to life.

Matt smirked, shooting you a quick look before answering. He went to the doorway of the hallway and said in a stupid voice. “Oh, you know, just getting into the Halloween spirit.”

“What the fuck Matt?” Chris’s voice rang through the hallway then being cut off by Nick screaming as a spider jumped infront of him. Sending you,Chris and Matt into a laughing fit.

Chris’s laughter also turned into a scream when he tripped over another spider. You clicked on the lights laughing at them. Nick and Chris turned with unamused looks.

When Nick and Chris finally went upstairs to get rid of their costumes, you and Matt were left alone again in the dimly lit kitchen. The room was quiet now, except for the faint music coming from upstairs.

You glanced at Matt, your heart pounding again. Maybe it was the Halloween magic, or maybe it was the fact that you’d always felt safe with him, but she couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Matt, about earlier…” you began, your voice soft but steady.

Matt turned to you , his expression unreadable for a moment before it softened. He took a step closer, his hand finding yours again, this time holding on a little tighter. “Yeah?”

“I don’t want things to get weird between us, but I can’t pretend anymore,” you said, biting your lip. “I like you, Matt. Like, really like you. More than a friend.”

The words hung between them for what felt like forever, and your heart was in your throat as you waited for his response.

Matt’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, and he smiled softly, that familiar teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something tender. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured.

Before you could process what was happening, Matt gently pulled you closer, his other hand resting on your waist as he leaned in, your faces just inches apart. His breath was warm against your skin, and the smell of his cologne mixed with the faint scent of pumpkin spice from earlier.

“Is this okay?” Matt whispered, his voice low and careful, as if afraid to push too far.

You nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Yeah, it’s more than okay.”

And then, Matt closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—just perfect, like everything else with Matt always had been. The world seemed to fade away for a moment, and all that mattered was the way his hand felt in yours, the way your lips fit together as if they had always been meant to.

When you finally pulled away, Matt rested his forehead against your, both of them grinning like they’re lopsided pumpkins smiles.

“Happy Halloween,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.

You laughed softly, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. “Happy Halloween, Matt.”

Bri ༯ what we think…?? I honestly kind of like it.. ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍂 ⋅

[paintedstories]

Apocalypse

♥ song of the story OWN MY MIND -maneskin

gif from @yonglixx ⚠: mentions of zombies: mentions of blood and death; mentions of Felix killing zombies; mentions of his family being dead(I'm sorry 🙏 its for the plot); mentions of readers family being dead(sorry again) ⚠: can be considered a fluff story if you don't mind the theme ⚠: Survivor Lee Felix x Survivor fem reader (she/her) ⚠: In this AU skz doesn't exist, meaning, that Felix doesn't know any of the members.

panting could be heard from the girl hidden in a long ago abandoned house.

"ahh, shit-" she breathed under her breath, exhausted from running, punching, and killing all day. She started searching carefully throughout the house, carefully to not make too much noise, walking and finding things that might be helpful. After putting all the things she found in the middle of the room, things such as cans of fruits and food, screwdrivers, knives, soap, and ladies' necessities, she decided to choose what she exactly needed and go on a run outside, maybe find some abandoned shops or hopefully a pharmacy, as she was in a new city.

while walking she stumbled across an alley and decided to go in it to rest, as she did not see or hear any of those horrifyingly disgusting creatures she sat down close to one of the big metal trash bins, fortunately for her, it did not smell that bad, as it has had not been used for at least 5 months. while she carefully opened one of the food cans she found, she suddenly heard something, or rather someone walking. Scared she rapidly put the can down and got up with her knife to kill who was coming next.

"hey- woah, woah, mate slow down, I'm peaceful!" he whisper shouted while putting his hands up making her put the knife down and look at him with a serious face. "I'm warning you if you try stealing from me, I won't hesitate to murder you," she said sternly while sitting down and starting to eat from the can. But he continued staying on guard next to her. "what are you doing?" she looked at him weirdly but he doesn't say anything, only smiles and sits next to her, after approximately 2 minutes the hands him the other half of the can that she didn't finish intentionally. "eat" she said not looking at him. "woh thanks!" he exclaimed and smiled brightly "didn't eat something non expired in ages haha" her face fell after hearing that. How, how, what happened here. she thought while slowly peeking to look at his shadowed dirty face. poor guy was all she could muster in her thoughts. "want more?" she looked at him while handing him another can, now with a different type of food. " no, no, I can't, it would be too much! I don't have anything in return!" he said while shaking his hands showing that he meant it. "No, really take it, I have more, found a house, 30 minutes away, very quiet no monsters, and it has a lot of food. maybe you would want to come with me, you know, two is better than one," she said while scratching her back of the neck.

"Really?- are you joking with me? because if not I'm coming!" he smiled while sitting up and holding his hand to her. As she took it, first time making skin-to-skin contact with the stranger she felt a spark in her heart and worms in her stomach, no she felt butterflies, she shacked her head gently and started to walk a little bit in front of him to lead the way.

On their way to the house, they chatted and found out that his name was Lee Felix, an Australian. They encountered 3 zombies too but decided to just run off, as it was night time and they wouldn't be seen.

Arrived at the house she shows him around, and he helps her to patch the broken windows and unnecessary rooms.

While searching for a good room Felix found a basement, the basement of the said house, deciding to investigate right then, as it was night and the zombies were mostly asleep and easier to kill. Big luck for them was that inside was only one, a guy, the owner of the house they declared. After y/n killed it and Felix helped by dragging it outside the house in front of the yard and throwing it on the fence, as protection from other fellow zombies, because if they smelled the blood of the said zombie on the fence they would pass the house and not get in even if heard any sounds from inside. Of course, it would smell bad but good thing that the smell didn't get too close to the house.

After rearranging the whole basement, meaning, getting all the things in the living room, then putting on a big bed for two inside the room, of course, cleaning it very well. They might have been in the apocalypse but to be clean still helps. good thing the basement was as big as the house, large enough to put some of the kitchen and bedroom furniture down, creating a little house, sadly inside the basement was only the installation for water, not the toilet too, so the bathroom remained inside the house. Not too big of a problem as the house looked like it never been touched by the filthy hands of those zombies.

"few, we're finally done!" Felix said happily while slumping on the bed."ey get your dirty butt off the bed, you need to change and shower....." she realized that the water from the bathroom didn't work anymore, only the one in the basement, the reason being that the installation was made so that water will work even without electricity, but that only in the basement. " haha shit, we got to wash with cold water" she sighed as she plopped next to the bed resting her back on the bed leg next to a now floor sitting Felix. "haha jokes on you, not washing with cold water" he laughed "then sleep on the floor"

hey, hey, hey! my cherry's hope you liked this story if you want part two ✌ tell me master list 📃 feel free to request your deepest desires!

[speaksleazy]

⚠︎ ⟮ NPTs ⟯ ... Murder_drones.mp3 ⟩ Uzi Doorman

﹫ ❲ Requested by anonymous ❳

「 NAMES 」

Uzi¹, Uziel / Uzielle², Suzie / Suzi / Suzy, Ooze / Oozie, Yuri³, Uri, Nuri, Ezra, AK-47¹, M16¹, Bayonette¹, Shrapnelle, Railgunne, Cora, Blaidd, Vex / Vox, Crow, Corvid / Corvidae, Wolf / Wolfe / Wulf, Darknesse, Zomb / Zombie / Zombi, Avery, Jessi, Edgie, Nightcora / Nightcorie, Luna, Glitch, Vicky / Vickie, Mirrorre, Shatterre, Shard, Seventeen / 17 / 017, Darkexwolf, Synth, Misfortune, Six, Asher, Hexa, Batty, Renegade, Knives, Rave, Raven / Ravenne, Magnette, Maggie, Redacted / [REDACTED], Kandii, Axel / Axelle, Sid / Sidney, Jude, Terezi⁴, Vriska⁴, Ziggy, Angst / Angsty / Angstie, Yvonne, Nori, Mayday

¹ After firearms and weaponry. ² Hebrew. ³ Japanese. ⁴ After the characters from Homestuck.

「 PRONOUNS 」

Sh3/H3r, Crow/Crows, Caw/Caws, Sh_/H_r, Shx/Hxr, Dare/Dares, H_/H_m, Void/Voids, Shred/Shreds, H3/H1m, Rot/Rotz, Hx/Hxm, Th_y/Th_m, Violet/Violets, Glare/Glares, Blade/Blades, Th3y/Th3m, Xe/Xem, Rail/Gun, Shatter/Shard, Murder/Murders, Kandi/Kandis, Glitch/Glitches, ✘/✘s, :3/:3s, >:3/>:3s, !!/!!s, ?!/?!s, XD/XDs, ★/★s, ×/×s, ☠/☠s, 🧷/🧷s, 👾/👾s

「 TITLES 」

( Prn ) who shatters mirrors with ( prn ) gaze, ( Prn ) who walks among murder / disassembly drones, ( Prn ) with a purple / violet stare / glare, ( Prn ) with a kickass railgun, Darkxwolf17, ( Prn ) corvid form, ( Prn ) zombie / undead form, The coolest / sickest / angstiest worker drone, The daughter / son / child of Nori, ( Prn ) who is infected with absoluteSolver, ( Prn ) who is made of stainless steel

[sanguine-salvation]

⚠ + careful when hugging; there are hidden knives.

[ Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse. - ACCEPTING ]

"I'll offer a prize if anyone finds them all. Getting stabbed counts as finding, by the way."

[arrietty-rune]

I miss drawing them so I'm reposting some wilsons I still like

[soltiana]

nobody on god's green earth writes/portrays kvk the way you do and it makes me insane. YOU get it. transmasc bottom knives superiority REAL.

you utterly flatter me ;;; i've marinated my brain in their dynamic for a truly inadvisable amount of time and made up SO many weird and highly specific headcanons for how their bodies and clashing personalities come together, so i'm really thankful it resonates!

talking about trans themes in trigun always makes me abnormal lol so please forgive me for posting the most unhinged powerpoint i've ever made in response to your very sweet compliment.

⚠ heavy spoilers and incessant discussion of mpreg. ⚠

[bambikisss]

Protection: C.San (TEASER)

☀Inspiration: Descendants of the Sun

Pairings: military!San x doctor!reader

📙: You were one of the better doctors in your unit, which often brought your praise and admirers. However, when the military requests for more doctors to be flown out to their base, you were the hospital's first pick. While you're helping people, you meet the base's top solider: Choi San, leader of team ATEEZ.

⚠: This is strictly for entertainment purposes, so there will be inaccurate descriptions of both the military and medical terms. Mentions of violence, use of gun and knives in battle.

💕: Unprotected sex (wrap it up always), Buff Choi San, multiple rounds, use of toys, mutual masturbation, biting, slight pain kink (san), car sex, shower sex, breeding kink (san)

Bambi's notes: So I recently re-watched Descendants of the Sun and I couldn't help but think about San's bouncy era outfit and that crawling thing he did and now boom, it's a fic lol.

🎶: Mamacita - Chase Atlantic, Dangerous Woman - Arianna Grande, Outlaw - ATEEZ, Bouncy - ATEEZ

[youdontbelongherehuh]

Hello! Where might you be going? :3

-⚠

Ah, we’re going to infiltrate Showfall.

Maria is putting a first aid kit and a few knives in her backpack, along with anything else she might deem useful.

[selineram3421]

Song Rec: Little Pistol by Mother Mother 🌟

Isekai'd

Part 12: Religious Propaganda

Part 11

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Vash (Triatamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ gn reader, mention of death, weapons-guns (pew pew), cussing, cult type shit on the radio, mention of heatstroke, mention of murder, nod head= yes, dead worm, mention of child experimentation, mention of death. ⚠

The sun was as unforgiving as the first time you arrived.

You didn't know whether or not to be grateful to be in the middle seat or not. It was hot, feeling like an oven at 350℉ (177°C), but it was better than sitting in the window seat.

"When the two angles descend upon us, a bridge of light will cross the sky. That is when we sinners shall be redeemed and when the Lord will lead us into his kingdom-"

"Good grief, that's enough doomsday talk for now.", Meryl said after complaining about the heat and changed the channel of the radio station.

"Amen.", Roberto says in agreement.

"Oh thank fuck.", you sighed.

Now that you had a few brain cells awake, you tried to remember what episode where there was a bunch of religious crap.

The two reporters talked about the station for a bit while you were trying to remember, and then Meryl groaned about the heat again. "If I get heatstroke, I'm blaming you!"

"Long before your time, the desert didn't look this way. The sand was the same color as anywhere else.", the older reporter started. "Until out of the shadows it appeared! Nobody had a damn clue where it came from or why! Was it man, was it beast? There wasn't a soul that could tell you. Because anyone who ever laid eyes on it no longer lives to tell the tale! The monster killed every last one of them!"

Meryl laughs nervously.

You noticed Vash was awake for the story.

"The blood of its victims stained the sand and is still here to this very day.", Roberto ends his story before turning to his colleague. "Eh? Still feeling the heat after my chilling tale?"

"And very annoyed.", she responded before noticing something a couple of feet ahead, slamming down on the breaks.

You felt yourself lurch forward, being stopped by the seatbelt before your back hit the seat again when it finally stopped. "Ugh. Please stop doing that.", you hiss at the pain in your neck.

"You ok?", The blonde asked.

"Yeah..", you responded with a nod.

"Over there..", Meryl says before getting out of the car.

You and the others follow and find a dead worm, a deep hole in the side of its head. They were discussing if Knives' crew killed it or the "monster" from Roberto's story.

Then you noticed how still everything felt.

There was no wind.

None at all.

.

Vash stood in front of the abandoned town, the voices of the others echoed through it as they talked about how it could have happened, but the medic was oddly silent.

He took the first step into walking through the town, going over to a sand covered shop that still had fabric out for sale. Then, in the corner of his eye, he noticed something.

Turning to run, he dodged the on coming bullets coming from behind him and hid behind an air ventilation system.

"You ok?", Meryl stepped out slightly within shooting range.

"Get back!", he warned.

The bullets kept going for a moment longer until there was no one out in the alley. A figure jumped down, breaking through the wooden canopy, and landed onto the sand.

He gasped when seeing the giant figure of the man.

A light blue skull hologram on display in the helmet, along with large guns on his arms. "Vash the Stampede!", Rollo yelled and prepared to shoot again, but was shot at.

"You moron! Get up and do something!", Wolfwood said as he held up his gun.

"Vash! Vash the Stampede!"

The two turned to run out of the alley and then they were followed by gun fire soon after, they scrambled to turn the corner and kept running. Passing the two reporters that stood close to the building near the alley.

"What do we do now!?", Meryl asked the running duo.

"Get inside! He's after me, not you!", Vash responded before running down a different alleyway.

"Persistent, isn't he?", the man in black commented as they continued to run down the alley with fabrics hung out.

"Vash!", Rollo shouted out again before shooting another round of bullets.

At some point the two men got separated and Vash was cornered between the large gunman and a metal gate. Looking towards the child he once knew, the blonde pulled out his gun to shoot up at a pipe holding up heavy material as he dodged the gunfire. The pipe collapsed and the debris landed on Rollo, knocking him down to the ground.

Vash put his gun back in the holster and stood up, quickly going over to the man and tossing the rubble off of him.

"Please be alive.", the blonde said before hearing the large gun man make a noise. "What a relief.. Glad you're ok."

It isn't long before the guns are pointed at Vash again. Wolfwood manages to get the blonde out before the two start running again, and aat some point the two end up taking a breather in a small alley.

And then Wolfwood asks about what happened in the village.

"I don't know much. Only...", Vash began.

.

You separated from the group earlier.

Now that you had time, you remembered the episode you were in. It's where all the bullshit happened, the religious town that let their kids be sacrificed, and then the child experimentation...

Looking around, you found what you were looking for not too far away from the entrance of the town.

It was a shovel.

You placed it where you assumed Rollo would land.

The thought of not being able to do anything for him hurt, but being prepared to bury his body would at least be something.

While watching this episode, you had a hard time deciding who was right, but in the end..Wolfwood had a point. Vash was late and Rollo had turned into something that no one would accept.

As much as you wanted the kid to live, it would be torture for him to continue on as what he was now.

You pulled the hood of your coat and waited as gun shots rang out through the town. Then you took the shovel and followed the sun as it started to set.

Finally, you heard the last shot ring out and the yell Vash let out.

The body landed a couple of feet from you.

You had dug into the sand halfway when the others got to the body. The sun was below the horizon line, barely any sunlight was peeking out.

Vash had walked over and shook the body, asking Rollo to wake up.

"He's dead.", you said and shoveled more sand to the side. "I checked.. There's nothing else we can do."

"That's a corpse Stampede.", Wolfwood walked over. "Just let it go."

Vash got angry and started to shout at the man in black. "Why'd you shoot Rollo!?", he demanded an answer as he held the man by the collar of his suit.

"Mercy.", the Undertaker answered.

As Wolfwood told Vash the hard truth, you finally felt some wind start to brush the sand. It was cool and gentle in the beginning, but started to pick up as it continued.

With the help of the two who were done arguing, you got the body into the grave that you had dug up.

Now with all said and done, the others went towards the car to leave and continue on the journey, but you wanted to say one last goodbye.

It was something you always did when burying the dead.

"Goodnight....Rollo.", you whispered quietly.

Only the wind could hear you.

I can't wait to see Milly Thompson. I hope they keep her tall like in the original.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 13

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Under the cut, got Tristamp OC art of my boy, Misuna! He is a human experiment who once served under Millions Knives and the Eye of Michael before escaping with his brother (by title, not by blood).

I have been having major Trigun brainrot recently lmao

⚠⚠TW: Drawn Blood Under The Cut⚠⚠