#and then immediately dive right back into like proofreading or whatever

[talaok]

I’m thinking like smt spicy where Pedro (Joel if you write the last of us fic) catching his s/o masturbating and then yk goes from there like take in in the direction you want but like make is spicy? Thank you o love your work!-liz<3

Pairing: Boston!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: Smut| f masturbation, daddy kink, dom! joel (in other words Joel makes you play with yourself while he watches as a punishment cause hes hot and he can do whatever he wants)

A/n: thank you for the really hot request liz💖

*not proofread*

And to think he thought you were cheating on him

he'd just got back from an assignment when he heard a soft moan coming from down the hallway

His heart was beating out of his chest as he approached the bedroom door, and he even debated for a moment whether to open it or not.

he was just so mad and so hurt at the same time that he didn't know what to do, until…

until he heard it

"Joel" 

It was so soft, so low, that he wouldn’t have heard a thing if he had been but an inch further.

But his good ear was to the door, and if he wasn’t sure before, it took only a moment for any doubt to leave his mind

“Please Joel- please”

And that was it. 

He’d barged in before he even had time to think.

And just as he’d predicted, you were splayed prettily on the bed, your legs bent and spread open with your feet on the covers.

You were naked from the waist down, your torso drowning in one of his flannels.

His gaze started on your bare legs, on your pretty thighs, the same ones he dreamed of living between, and trailed up to where the silhouette of your tits shaped your shirt

And it felt like an eternity, but really it was seconds, because as soon as he entered the room you had scrambled to shut your legs as a gasped "baby!" fled your mouth

He smiled that stupid smile of his he always had on when he knew he had the upper hand, when he knew he got to play with you

“What are you up to?” he asked

“N-nothing”

He tutted at that, shaking his head as he stalked towards the bed, ending up right by your side, his tall and broad body towering over yours.

“You're gonna lie straight to my face, sweetheart, is that it?”

The guilt immediately set in, as you tried to set your shirt in a way that would cover you more

“N-no I'm sorry- I was just…”

“Go on” he urged, nodding

“I was... touching myself “

"mhh" he hummed, his hand going to your face to gently move some hair out of your face "my pretty girl couldn't even wait for me to come back home?"

Your eyes widened as you tried to explain

"I-I thought you'd be home late I-"

"no no now" he shook his head, interrupting you "I don't care about your excuses" he cooed "You've been a bad girl, "his fingers trailed your jaw "and bad girls get punished"

"no please daddy I just- I was just really needy and you weren't here-please, I promise I didn't do anything bad"

"but you did do something bad darlin'" he corrected "and now since you were such an impatient little brat... you're gonna show me just what you were doing"

Your mouth parted in stunner, as your eyes started analyzing his face to see if he was being serious

"b-but I thought maybe you could... help"

"oh no" he hummed, his hand leaving your face as he baked away just to sit at the end of the bed, the mattress creaking beneath his weight "You wouldn't learn a thing from that now, would you?" 

"I-I"

"I don't wanna hear it" he shut you down "Now spread those legs and let daddy see what you were doing without his permission"

And just like that, you had obliged, opening your thighs to him, who hummed in approval at the sight of your pretty pussy on display just for him.

"c'mon now, I ain't got all day" he demanded, giving your calves a little pat 

Your movements were extraordinarily slow as you brought two of your fingers to your mouth, popping them in to get them wet just to let the travel downwards to your slit.

You waited for his nod before you dived in, starting your usual routine.

You began at your clit, drawing slow circles on it until you felt your hole beg for some attention,

You moaned softly as you gently pushed two of your digits in, finding no resistance, even when Joel's dark eyes were watching your every move as if he were a hawk.

"what were you thinking about?" he asked, making your fingers still 

"no, keep going"

"I was" you stuttered, starting to move your fingers in and out of yourself curling them up to that sweet spot that made you feel all dizzy "I was thinking about you"

"What about me?"

You sighed loudly, struggling to keep your eyes open 

"I was imagining it was you"

"fingering you?"

"n-no" you shook your head, your breathing quickening just as your pace "I was pretending it was your cock" you confessed "that you were on top of me and that you were inside of me"

"'s that right?" he smirked, the smugness evident in his tone

"y-yeah" you whimpered, feeling so close and yet so incredibly far from your release.

You tried fastening your pace even more, scissoring your fingers, and applying what pressure you could manage with your palm on your clit, but it just- it didn't compare to the real thing... especially when the real thing was tucked in his pants right in front of you.

"J-Joel please I need your help" you begged, your voice a breathy whimper "I-I can't- It's just not-"

"I don't wanna hear it" he spoke "You brought this on yourself, sweetheart. Now focus, or you're gonna have to watch me do the same thing to myself, and you're not gonna get your fill tonight"

The thought woke you up from your trance, feeling like a nightmare

"n-no please" you pleaded, your lips turned to a pout

"less complaining sugar" he cooed, his hands on your calf "Let me see how you can make yourself cum, and I'll give you what you want"

"r-really?" 

"yes," he nodded "but only if you're good, can you do that for me, can you show me how my girl makes herself cum on her fingers?"

"Yeah daddy" you promised, a renewed vigor in your voice and movements at the promise "I-I'll be good, I- I swear"

"that's my girl" he praised, making you blush and squirm and only fomenting the ball of pressure creating in your tummy.

"Oh my god" you murmured " I-I'm about to cum daddy"

"c'mon now" he cooed "show me how good you can be"

And that was it, countless little fireworks went off at the same time in your whole body as you whimpered and moaned into the darkness of your closed eyes

"good girl" he grinned, his hand on the big tent that had created in his pants.

You sat up immediately, your chest still heaving, your fingers still wet

"C-can I have my reward now?" you asked, more eager than ever

And to that, he smirked

"Show me how badly you want it"

Such a simple sentence, and it took about a second before you were kneeling between his legs.

[st4rgirl7777]

Make Me Feel Good.

hi guys this is a pt.2 to my zoro fic! read pt.1 here if you like!

warning: smut to minors dni! (18+ only) mentions of clit play, fingering, missionary, pet names, kissing, hickeys, non protective sex (pls don’t!) everything is consensual, established relationship zoro x f reader

semi- proofread so lmk if i missed anything! as always enjoy reading <3

Zoro is such a slut for making you feel good. He loves seeing you come undone in his muscular arms. The way you shut your eyes tight and cling onto him as you experience pure bliss. It also his favorite way of relaxation. So when he saw how stress you were for the past week and he drew up the bubble bath he also knew he was gonna fuck you in it. You know, for extra relaxation.

Your black pressed against his strong tan smooth chest. You head leaned back against his broad shoulder, so your neck is exposed to him. He has you right where he wants you to be. The steamy water adding tension to the room the bubbles doing little to cover your naked body as zoro hands trace your skin up and down trying to remember every single fiber of your being. “you look so good for me babe..” he whisper into your ear softly as his hand sneaks its way to your breast giving it a gently squeeze that makes you moan quietly. He smirks as he continues to rub your tender breast, playing with your harden nipples. He bites down on your neck sucking, licking your sweet spot. The spot that makes you moan even louder as he claims you as his.

As you let out pretty moans for him, you’re eyes closed enjoying the pleasure your green hair boyfriend is giving you, zoro hands sneaks down to your legs. You immediately separate them for him his fingers going to tease your sweet entrance. His calloused fingers have the magic touch that makes you into putty. He rubs your clit slowly drawing circles as you spread your legs wider. “zoro..” you moan softly. he answers you with a hum. It feels like your body is on fire and you want him to do is put it out. You whine at his touch, his fingers starting to move faster working your sensitive bundle of nerves. You sink your nails into his arm leaving crescent moon markings on them. “fuck…” Zoro’s fingers enter your entrance with a ruthless pace. The bath water splashing everywhere adding an extra wetness to your core. You whine and moan loudly as zoro keeps his inhumanly fast pace.

Zoro smiles seeing you melt around his fingers. He feels proud making you feel so good just on his fingers alone. “you wanna cum for me princess?” Zoro says to you as his fingers push deeper into you. Your pussy clenching on them tightly. “oh fuck oh fuck yes please zoro, make me cum please” you whine back to him. Your whines sounded so sweet so desperate for him. His heart felt so weak, he would do anything for you, anything to make you feel good. He is a sucker for you, your body, your mind, your soul is a temple that he worships daily. He lives for you, to make you feel good, happy and protected. Your his angel, his vice, his reason of waking up in the morning. Your plea turns a switch in him, and his fingers pull out of you. He grabs your wet naked body and lifts you up.

Zoro carries you bridal style out the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. He throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you. His lust full eyes glaring down at you as he separates your legs for him. He places a sloppy kiss on lips as he fits his thick cock into you. Shoving it deep into you as he growls into your mouth. He never gets over how good you fit him. The way it feels so warm and wet for him. His lips separate from yours leaving a trail of salvia down your chin. Zoro hands placed on your hips as he thrust into you harshly. Your legs wrap around his waist keeping him stuck between your legs as his cock dives in and out of your pussy.

He keeps a steady pace at first,enjoying how good you look withering below him. “zoro~ faster please~” you whine out to him. Whatever you says goes, so Zoro snaps his hips into yours faster and faster. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and grip the sheets as your arms wrap around his neck his body flushed against yours. The position causing his cock to hit your g-spot over and over and over again. You let out a mantra of his name. calling his name desperately as he fucks you into ecstasy. “i-im- im gonna fucking cum on your cock Zoro” you cry out to him. “do it baby, cum on my cock for me” and with his words, as you chant his name your body shakes as you come undone on his cock. With a few more thrust into you he is following your lead, leaving white drops of love and adoration into you.

He pulls out of you slowly, as his tired body crashes next to you. Both of you heaving from the work out you both just took part in. You immediately cuddle up to him. You head laying on his chest, his hands playing with your hair. Your fingers tracing patterns on his skin. “thank you baby… you always know how to make me feel so good…” you whisper. He does nothing but smile down at you. His heart swelling with pride, joy and love as you fall asleep in protective arms.

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i love zoro so much omg i wanna marry him xo anyways! tysm 444 reading everyone, much love muah! - m. xo

[sanspuppet]

Oh my god, if you could please do line 7 and 13 for Hongjoong with shibari I’ll literally love you forever 🥹💕

(Please of course only do it if you’re comfortable! If you’re not, then just whatever your creative side comes up with will be great. I’ll gobble it up regardless 😙)

Thank you for all you do and your amazing work! 💕💕

7_ “God, you look amazing like this”

13_ “Since when do friends do things like this?”

W/T: friends to lovers, jealous Hongjoong, shibari, unprotected sex

• HII here you go babe, i hope you like it :3 although it’s my first time writing about shibari, i really enjoyed writing it!

- not proofread cuz im about to pass out from tiredness :/

Finally it’s Hongjoong’s birthday, and though he hasn’t planned a big party, he invited you at his place, wanting to spend more time with you: the girl who’s secretly obsessed with. Hongjoong just finds anything you do attractive and caring, he can’t stop thinking of you and how cute you always appear. This surely involves that he’s genuinely jealous of you, and seeing you with another guy immediately ruins his mood for the entire day.

You greet him, giving him a tight hug when you enter his apartment. Hongjoong shyly smiles back, taking the present you gave him in his hands and placing it on the table. Even though you are classmates, you don’t talk often but you still think he’s a nice guy. After a good hour of random conversations between you two, Hongjoong heads finally towards the kitchen to take his birthday cake. It’s when he turns back with it, ready to blow the candles, that you receive a text. You can’t help but check your phone when you notice that it’s Mingi who’s searching for you: he asked you out, and go with him to watch the new film that has been released at the cinema.

“Oh my god” you murmur, bringing your hand over your mouth. Despite your excitement, Hongjoong’s smile printed on his face quickly disappears as he notices you’re not giving attention to him anymore.

“What” he huffs, looking at your phone as he could know what got your attention.

You stutter, unsure if you should accept Mingi’s proposal or just stay there with Hongjoong, despite you’d feel guilty… the new film seems too good, without counting Mingi’s presence that always makes your legs dizzy when you’re in front of him.

“Uhm… Joong, i think i should go now… i forgot that i have to meet with Mingi later…” you mewl shyly, something in his stare scared you.

“You’re not going anywhere, i want you to stay here with me” He affirms, his cold eyes locked on yours.

“But- but i seriously need to go Hongjoong” you’re about to stand up, when he positions himself in front of you, his tight grip on your wrist making it almost hurt.

“I said, you’re not leaving.” he continues, his face a few inches away from yours, shivers of fear running down your spine from his intimidating stare.

“You can’t do anything to keep me here!” you bicker “not even if you’d tie me up” your body is immobilized as you see a smirk diving onto his mouth. He chuckles cockily.

“Wanna try? We’ll se if you can escape.”

Even though you didn’t exactly figured out the idea, your pride suddenly speak for themselves: “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” your reply got once again Hongjoong giggling.

“Actually, i do wanna” He smirks, his hands quickly moving on your waist, grabbing it harshly as he pushes you towards his bedroom. “Gonna tie you all up, so you’re not gonna see that fuck boy” Hongjoong throws you onto his bed, giving you a cold stare as he wants to make sure you’re not going to move. Your mouth hangs open when you see him taking a long pair of strings from his wardrobe, making you gulp as he approaches you while starting to knot them.

“Strip.” he stares down at you, enjoying the view of having your pretty face right in front of his hardening member. Your breath stops as you hear him, asking to yourself if you just misheard.

“I said fucking strip, you better do.”

You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed as you stare up at him. But as soon as he wraps his hand around your throat, raising your chin to force you to look right at his hooded eyes, you start unzipping your jeans.

“Good girl. Keep acting well and the knots will might not hurt.” he starts to tie your body with the strings, the knots positioned accurately to accentuate your curves. Once he helps you hiking up your top, Hongjoong can’t take his eyes off of your tits, perfectly sized, he can’t help but give them the proper attention by using the strings to help them pop out of your chest. He does a few steps backwards, admiring your body like it was a piece of art, his piece of art.

“God, you look amazing like this.” he approaches you again, pushing you onto the mattress, making you arch your back as your arms are tied behind it. “All naked and ready to be fucked.” Hongjoong chuckles in the crook of your neck, his hand squeezing your breast. He gets closer to your ear, whispering: “Tell me baby, can you still escape from me?” he pulls back, his thighs on either your sides, smirking at you while teasing you by pulling the strings. “Fuck- no, no…” you murmur, breathing heavily.

“I could manhandle you right now and bury my hard cock inside you, you couldn’t do anything about it, could you?” he provokes you.

“No…” you look at him through your eyelashes, a strange tension inside your stomach gets you the urge for him to touch you. “Please, do it Joong.”

“Oh? Since when do friends do things like this?” He genuinely seems enjoying himself on top of you, while you’re desperately begging for him.

“Gosh, fuck it. I want you now…” you whine, arching more intensely your back from desperation.

“Don’t you tryna ask me to stop, later then.” Hongjoong doesn’t wait any longer before removing his clothes off of his body till you can see his hard dick standing straight on top of you.

“Be a good girl and take it, i know you can” he unties the knot that keeps your legs together, spreading them right after to make room for himself. He gives you a smirk before pushing decisively his length into your soaking, needy cunt. He releases a pleased sigh, smiling with eyes closed, tongue sticking out as he feels your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck! So deep- oh god” you moan, hiccuping because of the overwhelming pleasure his cocks is making you feel. Your eyes roll in the back of your skull as he helplessly starts to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot perfectly at every thrust, giving them a blissing effect. The bedroom is filled with your moans and his grunts, mixed with the icky and squelching sounds your pumped pussy is making. His girth is slamming against your thigh gap, stuffing your hole like it was his only life purpose.

“Fuck, you’re just as perfect as i always dreamed- taking my dick so well, you like it, don’t you?” Hongjoong holds tightly at the string that crosses over your stomach, while the effort he puts into his fast movements are driving your mind blurry. You barely can elaborate any coherent thought, body and mind full with his cock, and you’d surely not even complain about that, fuck if it felt amazing.

“Yes-! i l-love it” you moan back, your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching your stomach.

“Gonna cum, don’t you? fuck i’m close too.” Hongjoong groans, his thrusts becoming faster but also sloppier. He squeezes his eyes and bites his lips, still can’t believe that he’s finally fucking the girl of his dreams.

“Fuck yeah! Keep going!” you yell out from pleasure, buring your back into the mattress, the fact that you can’t move is torturing you yet you think it’s so damn hot. You both are a moaning mess once you reach your high, when you feel wet ropes shooting inside your body you bite your lower lip, loving the idea of being stuffed full of his cum.

Hongjoong’s body falls on yours after the exhausting stimulation, his face resting on your soft breast, inhaling deeply the air as he tries to catch his breath again. He cards his fingers through your sweaty hair once he looks up at you again, you try to smile with all the energy that’s remaining in your body.

“Hongjoong, i’ll never try to leave you again, i promise”

[alkaline-wtr]

WE WILL SURVIVE

- - CHAPTER 5 - -

Graves x reader Description: Reader and Graves help a couple of troubled survivors during a stop at a gas station. Genre/Warnings: zombie apocalypse AU, Graves x reader, Ghost x fem!reader, survivor!reader,angst, depictions of suicide, gore, blood, violence, explicit language, weapons, mentions of death WC: 3.3k

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** Woah! Ch 5 is finally done??! This one is intense! Please, consider the trigger warnings before diving in. Originally, I was excited about this chapter but know I'm not too sure. This chapter definitely had the most drafts out of all of them. I think it's decent but, something feels like its missing, it may just need a bit more proofreading later when I've had more time to sit with it. However, for the sake of moving the story along I wanted to get it up ASAP. On the bright side GHOST IS BACK NEXT CHAPTER!! YAY!! Hopefully y'all aren't too mad at him. Enjoy.

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<< PART 1 / << PART 4

It was quiet from your place in the passenger seat. Only the engine's drone was heard as Phillip cruised down the road. By now, the city was far behind you, and the road narrowed down as you entered rural areas. Miles and miles of fields and farmlands surrounded you.

You sigh, leaning back a bit. Graves glances in your direction for a second before returning to the road.

"Good?"

Graves asked, keeping his question short. You let the silence linger a moment longer. It had been a couple of hours since one of you had broken the silence. It left your lips feeling heavy. It took extra effort to push out the words from your throat.

"Yeah."

Your voice came out crackly and hoarse. You cleared your throat before continuing.

"What's our plan?"

Your voice is soft. The hopelessness had caught up to you at some point in the silence. The fear, existential dread, it all swirled together in your head now that you had a chance to organize all the thoughts and feelings you'd been harboring.

What were you moving towards? Even Phillip couldn't answer that. There was no more meaning, no more goals. This life had been swallowed up by the infected. Nothing more than an aimless fight for survival.

Phillip could sense the sadness in your empty expression.

"Well... for now we need a gas station. After that... I don't know but, whatever it is we'll be okay."

His words carried a tinge of reassurance in them but, it felt empty. You couldn't fathom how anyone could view this situation as panning out 'okay'. There was living sure. Yet, what was left to live for?

"Hey."

Phillip's words pulled you from your thoughts.

"It's going to be okay."

You nod in response. Phillip was right. For however long you had left, you would be ‘okay’. The question was would you ever be more than that? Would the rest of this existence be a miserable fight for survival?

"I'm going to sleep."

The words left your lips but, you hadn't been sure where they’d come from. Phillip however only smiled.

"Alright."

You shifted in the seat crossing your arms over yourself and resting a foot on the dashboard. Phillip just kept his eyes forward on the road ahead as you closed your eyes.

When you woke from your nap the car had stopped. You felt a thin layer of sticky sweat coating your skin. The sun was in its early stages of setting, as the afternoon shifted into evening. You guessed it had to be about 4 o'clock by now.

Sitting up you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Phillip was standing in front of the car looking down at the hood. You pushed open the door immediately feeling the refreshing breeze as it blew past. It was a contrast from the still warmth inside the truck.

"Sleep well?"

Phillip teased. The passenger door shut with a thud. Broken asphalt crunched like gravel beneath your boots as you moved to stand beside him.

There was a map laying out on the hood.

"What’s this?"

You ask glancing over the busy-looking map.

"I'm looking for somewhere to fuel up. It shows a small station just ahead. Maybe another hour or so."

Phillip explained. You nod.

"Will we make it?"

You ask resting your hands on your hips. The question was valid, you’d been driving for hours, and it was unlikely this truck had a full tank of gas when he’d found it.

He starts to fold up the map.

"Yeah, we should. Let's hope there's gas when we get there, or we'll be doing a lot of walking."

You both head back inside but, as you climb back into the passenger seat Phillip passes the driver's door and peaks into the back instead. Your eyes scan the rearview mirror observing his actions. He seemed to be looking for something in his bag. As Phillip slides back into the passenger seat he hands you an open can. You peered into it,

"Peaches?"

You asked, eyebrow raised.

"You should eat something."

He says, starting up the truck.

"And what about you?"

Phillip shrugs.

"I can eat when we get to our stop. It's fine, go ahead."

The hour passes quickly. Graves pulls into the gas station and turns off the truck with a relieved huff.

"Alright, here we are,"

He gets out and you follow.

"Why don't you head inside, and I'll figure out how we can get some fuel."

He gently slaps your back encouragingly. Was he serious? He wanted you to go inside alone?

"Wait. You want me to clear it myself?"

The anxious pit settled in your stomach. You still weren't confident with your combat skills. It was different to be on a roof with a sniper but, on the ground with a knife?

"I-I don't know, I can't-"

"It's okay. Look, I'll be right behind you, okay?"

Phillip's words only slightly soothed the fear and anxiety. It was a more reassuring thought than being left completely alone. At least he would be there over your shoulder in case you got into trouble.

Finally, you nod and the both of you start towards the doors of the abandoned shop. You pulled the knife from your belt reaching for the door.

"Hold on."

Phillip's voice cut through the air. He quickly adjusts your grip on the knife.

"Stay sharp. And Keep tension here,"

His hand squeezed at your bicep.

"When you're going in blind, you should be prepared for anything."

He points down at your left foot.

"Widen your stance there, You want to be sturdy on your feet just in case there's any pushback."

With all the corrections made, Phillip steps aside.

"Alright."

He gestures for you to continue. Your anxiety had settled more now knowing that Phillip intended to teach you rather than throw you into the ring alone.

You push open the door. The windows had been boarded up from the inside leaving the shop musty and dark. Heavy breaths weighed down your chest as the floorboards creaked with every cautious step.

Phillip trailed behind you, his arms loose at his sides. He himself didn’t seem prepared at all for a fight. You didn't understand why he would trust you to protect him. Especially enough to leave his guard down.

You kept your head on a swivel making sure to take in every corner of the room.

"Don't just turn your head, turn your body with it. You have to have a strong stance. An attack could come from any direction."

You nod taking in his words. You shuffle your feet turning your body as you scan the room.

"Look for all the doors. You need to be aware of every exit, and every potential room every crevice is dangerous in a dark building."

You kept Phillip's instructions in mind counting each door. The door you'd entered through was one. A door in the far-right corner made two.

There were two more in the far-left corner. One is on the back wall, most likely leading outside, and the fourth is on the adjacent wall, which is labeled with a unisex bathroom placard.

"There is nothing here."

Your voice was low and laced with panic. Anticipation hung in the air as you waited for something to emerge from the darkness. Each creak and thump of your boot sounded louder with each step.

"Good, then we are clear."

Phillip says,

"Now, keep alert and move to the next room."

Phillip moved to the middle of the room to watch behind you as you continued forward to the first door. With shaky steps, you continued around the counter. Your chest tightened as you moved further into the shop, peering over the counter to make sure nothing lurked in the shadows.

"Hey Y/N... You're missing something."

You look at Phillip confused. He gestures to the entrance.

"The light from outside won't reach beyond the door. How do you plan to see if there are any threats?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You'd been so caught up in the anxiety of having to take the lead in clearing the shop that you hadn't even thought of something as simple as bringing a flashlight into a dark room.

"Right."

You take out Ghost's dim flashlight once again and hold it in your free hand, keeping the knife sturdy in the other.

You twist the door nob opening it with a click. Returning to the tight stance Phillip had shown you. Shuffling forward, you used the toe of your boot to nudge open the door.

Behind the door was a small office. Equipped with a computer desk, a filing cabinet, and a few crates.

"Clear."

You call, Your voice tense. Willing your shaky legs to back out. You finished off clearing the rest of the shop. Fortunately, there had been nothing to fight off.

"See, that wasn't so bad huh?"

You shrug. Phillip's approach made sense. It was better for you to get more hands-on survival experience. Shooting stagnant bottles on a rooftop could only teach you so much but, what would have happened if something had been in the building?

"I guess not."

Phillip squeezes your shoulder.

"Go ahead and gather what you can. Anything edible, or useful. I'll be out back."

You nod as Phillip leaves through the back door in search of some way to fuel the truck.

The shop had seemingly been raided already but, you were able to find a few snacks, and sodas as well as a pack of batteries. You carried a plastic bag full of your findings to the truck and placed it in the back.

Phillip made his way around the building with two gas cans in hand. He places the gas cans in the bed of the truck securing them with a cord.

"Alright are you re-"

Phillip's question was cut off by the sound of a woman, her blood-curdling scream sent chills through your body.

"Shit."

He cursed under his breath before sprinting down the road.

"Wait!"

You called after him. Whatever was happening up ahead was bad but, staying behind felt even more terrifying. The thought of something happening to Phillip and you not being there to help? What would you even do with yourself?

“Phillip!”

You called as you began jogging after him.

The woman’s screams only grew louder. You could see a man beside Phillip, helping him fight off a couple of infected. You slowed down stopping just feet away from the scene.

The woman, the one whose screams you’d heard, kneeled in the grass beside the road. The front of her was stained with crimson. Lying limp over her lap was a little girl.

The girl's torso was mangled beyond recognition. Blood pooled in her mother's lap leaking into the yellow grass below.

You covered your mouth with your hands stifling a horrified cry as well as the bile that threatened to rise from your stomach. You were no stranger to the viscera present since the outbreak but, it had been a while since you'd witnessed something this graphic.

Phillip grunts as he plunges his knife into the last standing infected. He wiped his brow with his forearm and started towards the crying woman.

“She’s bit!"

Phillip exclaimed. A gasp left you at the site of the bite wound. The veiny infection had already begun to spread. It was one of those moments that you wished you could rewind and go back to before it happened. Like when you shatter a glass on the kitchen floor and hope to yourself that it wasn't true so you won't have to clean the mess.

"Y/n! Go get the first aid!”

Phillip ordered as he inspected the woman’s wounded arm. You could hardly process Phillip's words. You didn't know these people but something about the scene playing out before you brought up memories of your past. A painful reminder of how you'd ended up alone in the first place.

The man turned to you as you took a couple of hesitant steps backward.

“No! Please listen. You must leave!”

He pleaded, his accent thick.

"They are coming. You must go!"

You paused in your tracks,

“What?”

You begin to ask but he interjects.

"Here,"

The man’s shaky hands fidget in his pockets before pulling out a crumpled paper. He places the paper in your hand. You were unable to speak. Your mind was overloaded by the many things happening.

"Take it. Take it, there is a sanctuary. Please, please. You have to go! You have to go!”

The man was crying and frantic as he tried to usher Phillip away.

“We can help you!"

Phillip says trying to reason with the man. He didn't seem to care about the words Phillip spoke. You wondered if Phillip knew deep down, just like you, that his statement was empty. There really wasn't much you could do for them.

“We have a vehicle.”

He adds holding his hands up defensively.

“No. Go there! Be safe.”

The man cuts him off.

“My wife... She will die.”

The man admits gesturing to the woman. Phillip shakes his head,

“But you can still come.”

The man shakes his head backing away. He was adamant in refusing Phillip's offer.

“When I’ve lost them both, there is nothing there for me.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. He didn't want to live anymore without his family. It made you feel guilty for still continuing without yours. Glancing at Phillip you could see the mental turmoil he was feeling. On one hand, he wanted to help the couple in any way he could. However, a part of him understood the man's decision.

"Our daughter... she was tired. We thought we had time, the horde was far behind, so we rested, and camped for the night. But they had caught up."

The woman explains. Her voice breaks as she begins to cry again caressing her daughter's pale face. Your heart broke for the family.

Phillip thought for a moment. The man speaks before he can.

"Leave us. Go to the sanctuary, you can live."

Phillip nods looking at you with a blank expression. He turns to the man.

"Thank you."

Phillip starts back towards the gas station. You couldn't believe it. Was he really going to just leave? Of course, logically, you were aware that you served no purpose to this couple but, your empathy fought against this notion.

"Wait. No, Phillip, what are- we can't just leave them!"

"Yes Y/N, we can."

His tone was that of defeat. He'd given up.

"No!"

You turned and began to follow him.

"Phillip!"

He turned with an irritated sigh.

"Y/N! He made his decision. We can't do anything."

He snapped. Phillip had never acted this way. Ever since you'd first run into him, he'd been nothing but optimistic and willing to help. How could he choose now to betray his sense of humanity?  

"We have to try!"

You pleaded. You morally couldn't bring yourself to just leave these people to die.

"No. It's done Y/N! He doesn't want to come."

You huffed, Phillip continued walking away. You turn to look at the couple. The man now kneeled beside his wife attempting to soothe her as she sobbed in his arms.

The trees rustled across the road. Hollow groans filled the air, and your heart leaped into your throat. Phillip stopped, whipping his head around.

Infected began to trickle out onto the road. Your eyes widened, and you reached for your knife.

"Phillip! Do something."

Phillip? Why couldn't you do something? You were well equipped. Was it your cowardice that held you back? Keeping you glued in place, unable to take action? He pushes you back and drives his knife into the closest head. The body drops to the pavement and Phillip grabs your arm.

"Let's go! Back to the truck."

You stumbled as he pushed you with him.

"Wait! Wait! What about them."

Phillip seemed annoyed that you were still fighting him on this. He glances between you and the couple with a frustrated groan. Although he wanted to just accept the man's decision to stay behind, he couldn't let you see him as some heartless fool either.

"Alright. Go! I'll catch up."

You nod turning and starting to run back to the truck. Phillip hurries to the couple, he pulls the pistol from his thigh double-checking it's loaded and ready to go, before placing it in the man's hand.

"Hold them off as long as you can. I'm sorry brother."

The man gives Phillip an appreciative nod. He aims the pistol firing a couple of shots. Phillip follows after you. More infected flood out of the tree line and onto the road.

Phillip's footsteps pounded behind you.

"Go! Go!"

You didn't need to be told again. You threw yourself into the passenger seat trying to catch your breath. A couple infected were trailing behind Phillip as he climbed into the driver's seat and started up.

You kept your hands out beside you to steady yourself as the truck wobbled with each sharp movement.

Phillip veered the truck to the left with a jolt. A body thudded against the hood as he attempted to Navigate through the horde.

The scene behind you was like a train wreck, you couldn't keep your eyes off the couple. The man holding his wife protectively behind them as they fought for their lives.

You watched on in horror as the woman screamed, being ripped away from her husband. He cried keeping his grip desperately tight on her hand. It was too late. They'd been surrounded. The infected wasted no time sinking their teeth into her back.

Phillip kept focused on the road. You flinched at the sound of a single gunshot going off once more ringing through the air. The haunting reality setting in as you'd just witnessed the man turn the gun on his own lover. Were you less courageous than him for turning your back on your family instead of fighting to the end like he had for his wife?

You finally looked away when you saw him put the barrel of the pistol to his own temple. His sad gaze aimed at the sky. Another shot. You winced, tears rolling down your cheeks. The guilt weighed heavily in your stomach. This new world was cruel and unforgiving.

The remaining daylight faded away over the horizon. Silence was the only thing in the air anymore. Phillip knew the events of this afternoon weren't sitting well with you. He wanted more than anything to say something, to take away the images replaying in your mind but, he knew better than anyone that there wasn't anything he could say to fix this.

As the moon took its place high in the sky Phillip decided to call it a night. He pulled over on the side of the road and got out of the truck. You glanced over emotionlessly as he moved the bags from the truck bed into the cab. He climbed back in locking the doors.

"It's been a long day. Let's get some sleep huh?"

You follow his lead as he leans back in his seat and gets comfortable. The cab wasn't very big, and with the bags, it was even more cramped.

"You know, there was nothing we could've done right?"

Phillip's voice was barely a whisper. His eyes were full of concern as they lingered on you.

"I know..."

You respond quietly. You'd gone back and forth on the matter in your head all night. You knew just as well, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind was convincing you otherwise. Phillip nods.

"He made his choice. All we could have done is respect it. There was no point in getting ourselves killed too."

His light eye bore into you from the driver's side. You met his gaze. Neither of you spoke. No more needed to be said at that moment. You understood Phillip's actions, and he understood your guilt. Both of you understood the situation for what it was and how complicated the morality of the problem could be.

"Goodnight."

You break the silence. Phillip sighs and gives you a small smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

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A Vampire, Not a Monster!

Vampire OC x Reader

a/n: minimal proofreading, we die like men.

Being lost plays tricks on your mind.

That’s what Y/n repeats in her mind as she walks through the ever darkening woods. She’s heard noises she couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go swimming in a secluded lake just a couple hours before sunset. She thought it’d be fine, nothing would ever happen to her. Now, hopelessly lost, that sentiment seems way stupider.

A grunt sounds to her right. Is that a bear? Oh god, what do bears sound like? No, no, being lost plays tricks on your mind. Besides, it sounded too human. Of course an insane person in the woods imitating bears is only a little better than an actual real bear.

Y/n keeps walking, a little quieter now, or she would have been much quieter if she hadn’t stepped on a dry twig. The grunting sounds stop. God if this was a horror movie I’d so be dead, the only stick in the entire forest that could make such a perfect snapping noise and of course I step right on it. I stay frozen in place, still suspicious at the lack of noise.

That lack of noise suddenly turns to an explosion of it, like something huge charging blindly through the brush. She hears a horrible sounding roar, almost like a mix of a man screaming and a bear roaring. Her body feels like she’s stuck in cement, unable to move and breathing much too quickly. Then there’s eyeshine. Eyeshine 9 feet off the ground and approaching at startling speed.

The next thing Y/n is aware of are thorn bushes tearing at her skin as she tears past them. There’s a horrible screaming sound, much higher pitched than the bearman’s roaring. It takes her too long to realize it’s her. That thing is behind her still, pounding through the underbrush as if it’s a manicured lawn. Thinking quickly she dives off the side of the trail, through some deadfall and keeps running on the other side. Getting even more thoroughly lost, a voice in the back of her mind whispers.

That escape tactic seems to have worked, at least a little, the bear-man is still on her tail but further back. Y/n doesn’t stop running like hell, hurtling over fallen leaves and logs alike. The beast is still in hot pursuit and her vision tunnels to a faint light some ways off. She runs and runs. Should try out for track and field when I get home. Pretty sure I’ve never run this fast in my life. With herculean effort she throws herself over a particularly tall, dense patch of bramble and over onto the other side.

On the other side Y/n leaps up, starts running, and is stopped immediately when she runs face first into something. Immediately sure it’s the beast she ready herself to fight, not that she’d win. Hands restrain her wrists and as she attempts to pull away she glances up at her attacker. Instead of a 9 foot tall bear-human hybrid she’s staring into the eyes of an objectively very handsome, though somehow off putting man.

She sobs with relief at the sight of him, but realizes just as quickly a massive problem. Now we’re both in danger of dying. Way to endanger innocent bystanders. Despite her best efforts she can only get out a half intelligible “It’s coming, please, somethi-,” she pauses as more sobs wrack her, “some THING. I don’t know what it is, a bear? Please we need to leave.”

Throughout her entire rambling plea the face of the man grew grimmer and the sounds of the beast grew closer. Before she can truly process what’s happening he shoves Y/n behind him and snatches something up from the ground. Just as he dons the helmet the beast barrels into the clearing.

It stops for just a second, clearly taken aback by finding what appears to be a fully armored knight in place of a screaming woman. The man draws his sword, and with it knocks aside the first strike of the beast’s club. Not that I’m an expert at swordsmanship or whatever but I don’t think what he did was quite..possible. Neither the man nor the monster seem to care what is possible as the fight progresses. Y/n has to scurry back out of the way as the beast charges at the man, swinging its massive club in wild arcs in front of it. From this angle, the beast front lit from the fire, she gets a much-too-close look at its features.

This..beastman is nearly indescribable, ugly is a great start though. Its lips permanently stretched back, showing far too much of it’s protruding gums and teeth, beady black deep set eyes gleam with malice in the firelight, short round ears atop its head, very much similar to a bear though with this thing’s mangy, sparse coat they are much less cute, and a thick layer of fat covers what have to be thickly muscled, deformed limbs. Very much similar to a bear in that last respect, at least.

In Y/n’s musings she didn't notice that thing had taken a step closer, and raised its club with a wild, horrible look in its eyes. By the time she does it is too late to do anything but scream and try to drop to the ground as quickly as possible. Curled into the fetal position she awaits death by mad scientist experiment gone wrong. Not really the “peaceful, surrounded by family” way I was hoping to go. One last earth shaking roar, then soft footsteps. Maybe death has come to get me.

Instead of a robed, scythe-wielding figure Y/n is met with cold, expressionless metal slits and a warm, gloved hand on her arm. The knight is leaning over her. She blinks once, then again, then surge forward and wraps her arms around the man, hanging from his neck. Before she knows what’s happening she’s crying again, thanking him over and over, asking if he’s alright, what that thing was, how he managed to kill it, and a million other questions. He doesn’t speak, just wraps one arm around her and lets her carry on.

When her rambling stops and breathing slows he scoops his other arm under her legs and sets her on a log by the fire. The beast had been dragged off to the edge of the clearing, another seemingly impossible task. Her knight in shining armor, literally, sits opposite before removing his helmet. She doesn't know how she didn’t notice the rest of the armor when she’d barreled headlong into him. They sit in silence like this until she can hardly bear it.

“You’re not from here.” His voice is deep, and oddly melodious, for a medieval knight at least. Finding it hard to speak she shakes my head. “What is your name?”

“It’s..it’s Y/n.”

“Beautiful, it suits you.” He says, with a dip of his head. Sure he means nothing by it, but his compliment makes her blush and smile, dipping her head slightly.

“Thank you, what’s yours?”

He takes a long while to answer, maybe he’s making one up, or debating whether to even tell, he interrupts her thoughts, “Arcan.”

“Nice to meet you, Arcan. I wish it wasn’t after I was chased by a giant monster though.” Arcan laughs with her. It has to be the most beautiful sound in the world. 

After they quiet down again he says, “About being chased by a beastman, how’d you come to be here? It’s dangerous in these woods, a lady shouldn’t be traveling alone at night, no one should.” She decides not to mention that he too is alone at night in the woods. Even in the dim light she can see him eye the swimsuit and coverup she’s wearing. Oh, right, this must seem downright scandalous if everyone here dressed in Ye Olde Fashion.

“I’m not..uh..traveling necessarily. I was going swimming at the lake and got lost on my way back. The sun set and it got too dark to really see. Then I wandered for a while, heard that thing grunting, and next thing I know I’m running through the woods at mach 1.”

A small smile pulls at his lips and he tilts his head, “Mach 1?”

“Oh, uh, like REALLY fast. I think I’m more lost than I originally thought. Where I’m from those,” Y/n jabs a thumb towards the ‘beastman’ for emphasis, “don’t exist and the armor you’re wearing would be considered..well..old-fashioned.”

Arcan nods, “I had noticed your odd clothing, but thought it best not to mention. Are you not cold?”

Y/n hadn’t noticed until he mentioned it but it is a bit chilly. A cool breeze runs through the leaves and along her back, and though her front is warmed by the fire she still shivers and nods. He stands, slipping his cape from his shoulders as he walks around the fire then placing it around hers. It’s heavier than expected but warm and comforting against the chill night air.

He makes food, and shares his water and company until the moon is high in the sky.

When Y/n yawns yet again Arcan shepherds her into his small shelter, less a tent more a piece of canvas propped up with sticks, the highest part maybe two feet off the ground. Once she’s inside it becomes clear this is sort of a one man situation. 

Arcan seems to have the same thought, he lets out a thoughtful hum and says, “Why don’t you sleep in here? I’ll stay by the fire.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your own tent.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

She snorts, “What a gentleman, but seriously, it’s fine. Just get in here.”

He laughs at that and starts the likely lengthy process of taking off his armor, “If you insist.”

Once Arcan is down to his “normal” clothes he crawls into the tent and lies down next to Y/n. She can feel him radiating heat. Is he really that hot, am I just that thirsty and imagining it or am I just ultra alert because of my recent near death experience? The world’s greatest mysteries. He seems to fall asleep easily, and she curls up underneath his cape and tries to do the same.

A howl pierces the night, waking Y/n. Is that a normal howl or one of Satan’s rejects singing the song of its people? Arcan stirs, but doesn’t fully wake, going by dog rules that means it’s probably not that big a deal. Still, she can’t seem to fall back asleep. After turning over for the fifth time in hopes she’ll magically knock herself unconscious she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“Why are you still up?” Oohh-kay, maybe thirstier than originally anticipated; that barely awake voice is doing something to me.

“Uh..just can’t sleep.”

For a moment there’s silence, then blankets shifting, “Cold?” he mumbles, throwing half the blanket over Y/n. Everything in her brain screeches, we’re under the same blankets, that’s a big deal! She turns onto her back, ready to reply, and freezes. His eyes are shining in the dim light.

“You’re…”, Y/n feels like she can hardly breath looking at him. This is so stupid! He’s barely conscious and you’re still terrified? One side of her brain hisses, but it's the other that speaks “You’re not human.”

Arcan’s eyes open fully, and he regards Y/n for a minute, “No..but I won’t hurt you.”

Definitely not at all suspicious. Maybe I should take my chances with the furries on steroids. I don’t know though, so far Arcan seems..normal enough. Well aside from the knight armor, but that is normal here and I’m the weird one in that department. “Okay.” She says, more to herself than anyone else.

“And you won’t hurt me?”

Y/n stares for a moment, “No.”

The dim moonlight shows a sleepy smile on his face, “Good, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The next morning they have breakfast and go about packing up the camp. Arcan gives Y/n a leg up onto his horse, a beautiful dark bay mare, then walks beside, leading her and apologizing that he doesn’t have his ‘normal one’. Whatever that means, horses not being able to carry two people long distances is perfectly normal. Maybe he’s got a super horse stowed away somewhere.

It was relaxing, honestly, horses are something normal, unlike handsome men with animal eyes or beastly man-animal hybrids. Besides, the mare is probably the best horse she’s ever ridden. While marveling over his horse more questions about the man run through her mind. First and foremost being, “What are you?”

As soon as it was said Y/n claps a hand over her mouth, when she takes it off again it’s to apologize profusely. Arcan, luckily, doesn’t seem offended at all, just looks thoughtful.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to be scared?”

Can’t be that bad, can it? “I promise.”

“I’m a vampire.”

“A what??”

“A va-”

“No no, I heard you but..how? It’s not. That’s not. Vampires aren’t real.” That same beautiful laugh starts again, though this time Y/n wonders if it only sounds that way to draw people in. If he only sounds this way to draw people in. Does it technically count as being drawn in if a monster chased you in?

“Here, look,” he stops the horse and opens his mouth, pulling his lip up to show me some admittedly very vampire looking canines. “My eyes too,” and sure enough, when I lean down to look into his eyes, they aren’t brown like I assumed the night before. Rather a dark, oxblood-esque shade of red with little flecks of gold throughout. “And my ears,” he tucks his long black hair over an ear to reveal it’s pointed. “And well, the rest of me.” He gestures to the rest of himself, and in the daylight it’s clear to me that he's just a little too perfect, face a little too symmetrical and skin a little too uniformly pale. It seems obvious now, but when you know vampires don’t exist you don’t see a vampire-looking man and assume he is one.

“Besides, how do you think I’ve been walking in my armor all day? Or killed that beastman? Sure there are some skilled human swordsmen that can, but I’ve got an edge.” Huh, guess that explains the whole unnatural strength thing.

“So, if you’re a vampire, why did you save me?”

He seems to balk at this, “A vampire! Not a monster. I’m not going to leave someone to get eaten alive when I can do something about it.”

“Yeah, but couldn’t you have just sent me on my way after killing that thing?”

This is met with even more extreme disbelief, “What? For something ELSE to kill you? I’m not sure what I’m gonna do but I won’t be leaving you alone in the forests of a world you don’t even know.”

“My hero,” I say jokingly, Arcan seems to really perk up at that. He gives me a wide smile, now that I know what to look for I can’t believe I didn’t notice those canines before.

They walk through the day, as they arrive at the bottom of a wooded hill the sun is nearly set. Arcan is tired, dragging his feet slightly. Y/n can’t help but  wonder what that sort of walk would’ve done to a normal man. His mare was tall and took long strides, much faster than an average human’s walking pace. A couple times along the way he’d apologized for the time it took to get here.

“If I had Glory it wouldn’t have taken half the time!” He complains, leading me up the hill. 

Just as Y/n opens her mouth to ask about ‘Glory’ they walk through a stone archway and into a courtyard. There are stables and pastures off to the right, a manor house dead ahead and garden and more forest to the left. Arcan helps Y/n off the mare, grabbing her around the waist after she kicks her leg over her back and easing my landing, then hands the mare off to a quiet looking stable boy. “Normally I would care for her myself but I think we should get you inside. It’ll start getting cold again soon.”

Y/n nods absentmindedly, fingers going to fiddle with the neckline of the tunic he gave her. Maybe it’s some sort of weird vampire magic or just the reality of my situation setting in but there’s a horrible pit in her stomach. A hand grabs her arm and leads her to the house, despite her newfound existential dread she can’t help but admire the manor. Hey, you would too if you lived in a 600 sqft apartment. There are two fountains either side of the walking path to the front doors, surrounded by perfectly maintained grass, rose bushes, and a wide array of flowers, some of which don’t look entirely real. The outside of the house is made of natural stone, and decorated with many windows, adornments and vines of ivy. It looks straight out of a fairy tale. Technically, it is!

Inside the home is even more breathtaking, though Y/n doesn’t have much time to gawk before Arcan pulls her deeper inside. He leads her to a bedroom. This has gotta be bigger than my entire apartment.  “I’ll leave you to get settled, Lady (insert name here). If you need anything, my quarters are at the end of the hall.” With that he excuses himself, presumably to go sleep, or whatever it is vampires do to rest. Sleep in a coffin? Y/n doesn’t really know and oddly can’t really bring herself to care when faced with the lushest, most comfortable looking bed she’s ever seen.

It can only be a few hours later when Y/n is startled awake in that very same bed. She pulls the covers up to her chin, heart beating a mile a minute. After a few deep, calming breaths she peaks around the room, scared of what she may find lurking there. Looking right to left; nightstand, door, dressing table and mirror, window. Window.

A sickening howl starts again and immediately she knows that must’ve been what woke her up. Almost against her will, she tosses off the covers then creeps to the window. She’s trying to stop but just can’t, a deep curiosity already started in her. The stone windowsill is cold, and almost feels damp. She peaks over it to stare through the cold pane of glass. There, just past the wall, another one of the monsters. This one more resembles a wolf, but is equally grotesque. It turns to look at the house. A cold fear shoots through her. Logically,  it couldn’t possibly know she’s watching. At least, that’s what she thinks, until it looks up, meeting her eyes through the window.

Immediately Y/n throws herself away, landing on her butt and scrambling backwards. As she stumbles to her feet she is already turning to flee the room. Not even truly comprehending where she’s going until she’s in Arcan’s room. He’s already awake, having heard the panicked scramble. “Are you alright?”

Unsure what to say to that Y/n says nothing at all. Just stays standing in the doorway of his room, wringing her hands and sniffling to herself. Arcan wraps an arm around her shoulders and leads her to the bed. Constant soft reassurances fall from his lips, most of which aren’t intelligible. Once she’s sitting on the bed he kneels in front of her and speaks again, “Can you tell me what’s wrong? What happened?”

“It’s..there was another one of those things outside. Outside the walls, it looked at me.” Y/n stammers out between sobs. Truly she didn’t think her run in with that thing affected her that severely. Now she can barely think of it without crying.

Arcan grabs her hands lightly, and looks at her with a startling intensity, “Trust me, Lady Y/n, it cannot get past the walls. Even if it could I would slay it before it could even lay hands on you.” He moves past her to sit on the bed, still watching her carefully.

Y/n sniffs, and dries her tears with a sleeve before saying, “Could I stay here tonight?”

“Of course. Make yourself comfortable.” He says, standing up once more. She looks at him confused for a moment, then when he starts walking towards a sitting area in the corner she catches his wrist.

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m letting you sleep.” Gently, he frees his wrist.

Again she grabs him, “I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. You take it, I'll sleep on the ground or something.”

“I can’t allow that.” Once again he pulls away.

“Sure you can!” She says, snatching him back. “Look I’d feel horrible kicking you out of your own bed.”

“No, I won’t have a lady sleeping on the floor in my home.”

“Then sleep with me! I swear I’m not a blanket hog.”

At this he raises one eyebrow, “I’m not sure that’s appropriate.”

Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head, “Arcan, come on, we slept in the tent together no problem! This isn’t any different.”

He considers it for a moment, and although he doesn’t seem fully convinced he slips under the blankets. With that battle won Y/n rolls over to try to get some sleep herself. One small issue, now that she’s not arguing why he shouldn’t have to sleep in an armchair because some lady was scared of a weird looking dog, she’s focusing again on his face. His stupid, perfect face that is connected to a man (?) laying in the same bed as her that she could, theoretically, reach out and touch right now. Maybe I would get more sleep on the floor.

Eventually Y/n manages to drift off, and when she wakes warm sun is pouring through the window. Though that isn’t the only thing keeping her warm, a rather solid presence presses against her back and has an arm wrapped around her. Fearing she might ruin the moment if she wakes him she tries to keep her breath even and slow. Of course, the more you think about how your breathing the weirder your breathing gets so this just wakes the vampire faster. He probably has some sort of heightened senses too, now that she thinks about it.

Sure enough, he stirs slightly behind her. He must not be fully awake though. Instead of leaping out of bed he pulls her more snugly against him. Y/n huffs, trying to contain a laugh, “When you wake up you’re going to be so disappointed.”

Still sleepy he nuzzles into her neck, then mumbles, “I’m awake.”

[nanaooyoo]

txt yeonjun oneshot

Yeonjun misses you while out at the bar with his friends but can’t quite get himself to buck up and apologize. Just a short blurb that feels like being dropped into the middle of a story. Lmk what you think (good or bad haha). Anyways enjoy ✨

warnings/headsup: vague description of oral sex • mild suggestive material • alcohol • swearing • unspecified verbal altercation • maybe what yeonjun did was bad maybe it wasn’t idk • light proofread • fem leaning but gender neutral reader • sprinkle of angst • sort of reformed fboy!yeonjun • 1.8k words

Untitled: Yeonjun x Reader pt. I/I

“I should call them.” Yeonjun says, puffing out his cheeks as yet another pint of beer is placed on the table before him.

The white frothy foam bubbles over, making a small mess on the table. Almost gummy rings of semi evaporated alcohol adorn the dark wood of the table, along with many a discarded pistachio shell and what he thinks are the papery remains of some peanuts. He can’t really remember. His vision isn’t perfect but he can see semi clearly. It’s his mind that’s clouded the most at this point in the night.

Yeonjun sits slumped in the corner of the local dive bar in the seat of a squeaky red leather booth, stuck between two of his other tipsy friends. The faded material of the seats has been receding from its frame for many years and now the young man can’t help but think of that one ruby colored mini skirt you no longer wear because it “rides up to much”. Just as this place refuses to get rid of these squeaky old booths, you won’t get rid of that skirt for some reason. You’re always so stubborn, so sentimental… somehow, and always at the exact same time. He hates that about you… he hates it sometimes. Yeonjun toys with the wrinkling upholstery of the booth, poking and prodding at it absentmindedly with his index finger much like he used to poke and prod at the hem of that stupid red skirt you won’t just give away.

“Call who?” Hueningkai asks pulling Yeonjun out of his spiral for a minute.

Yeonjun huffs, a tuft of his messy black hair flying up and subsequently landing right back into his face. He pouts a little, ignoring the question.

Without missing a beat Taehyun replies for him as he slides into the empty spot on his sullen friend’s right side. He turns his body away from the small group as he watches Soobin and Beomgyu chat up some sorority girls by the jukebox. “That one kid he’s been talking to. The one he’s been hooking up with for a while now... I forget their name”.

“That really narrows it down…” Hueningkai jokes adjusting his posture to the other side of Yeonjun.

“For your information!” Yeonjun says sitting up a bit straighter and then immediately slumping back down “not that it matters to you two idiots, but I’ve only been talking to one person this past month. They’re… cool or whatever”.

“Just one?” Kai laughs “are you sure you aren’t just telling them that”?

Yeonjun picks up a discarded pistachio shell and throws it in Kai’s direction. “Yes I’m sure!” He sloppily balls up a fist pretending to wind it up at his friend like a much drunker much skinnier popeye. “We have a thing… going on, it’s special.”

“Fucking someone in your car every Wednesday night after class isn’t exactly what I’d call special”. Hueningkai scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Or is that a different person.”

“That was last month’s I think.” Taehyun chimes in.

Yeonjun frowns. “Not helping”.

“Well if your ‘thing’s so special then why haven’t you thought to call this person until just now?” Kai says.

“I don’t wanna bother them. Not on a school night.” Yeonjun replies slowly making his voice smaller and lowering his head in mild shame.

“Bullshit! You had a fight didn’t you. What’d you do this time huh?” Taehyun now turns around to fully face the other two in the booth. “You fuck it up or something is that it?”

“I didn’t-“ Yeonjun starts to raise his voice and then collects himself. “I didn’t do anything!”

“What’d you say!?” Tyunning ask in unison.

We just got into a little fight and haven’t been talking for a minute. It’s not like they’re my partner, it’s not like we’re dating or anything, it’s not a big deal.” He says ignoring the fact that to him it was indeed a big deal.

“Don’t tell me you actually said that to them?” Kai asks, a twinge of cynicism in his otherwise sincere voice. “I mean maybe you should just call them up… I’m sure you’re right, it’s not a big deal” He adds when he notices Yeonjun isn’t answering.

“I don’t know”… Yeonjun looks over to the small group where the rest of his friends are as one of the sorority girls rubs Beomgyu’s shoulder and laughs. “They seem to be having fun.” He bemoans and reaches for the unclaimed and now lukewarm glass on the table and takes a large swig. Yeonjun clears his throat with a guttural release of phlegm and low drunken burp. He blinks slowly before speaking again. “I wish I was having that much fun tonight.” Noticing how Soogyu are able to keep the attention of an entire group of people without even trying to have sex with any of them.

“Don’t be like that man. There’s no point in just wallowing in your sadness all night.” Taehyun says wrapping an arm around Yeonjun who only seems to sink deeper and deeper into the booth as he thinks of you and what you might be up to tonight.

“Whatever happened, just apologize and get it over with.” Kai says.

“He’s right for once!” Taehyun adds “you might feel worse if you keep avoiding it but you’ll definitely feel worse of you keep moping about it all night.”

“Plus your mood is really killing the vibe right now.” Hueningkai leans in “it’s no fun drinking with a sad g— ow!”

Taehyun hits the chatty boy’s shoulder prompting him to stop before rubbing small circles onto Yeonjun’s back.

Normally he would take the opportunity to get a jab in at Kai whenever he can as well, but Yeonjun’s too distracted with the light film of tacky alcohol stuck between his thumb and index to say anything. Just by touching the table he’s yet again reminded of some small moment with you. A moment he probably would have cherished more at the time if he knew he’d eventually fuck up this bad. Usually he’d be way more grossed out by these dirty old tables but the way the rough pads of his fingers take in the combined feeling of damp condensation from the half empty glass in front of him, and whatever sticky thing’s been spilled on the table has his mind wandering elsewhere again.

The many nights he’s spent in your apartment, slender fingers wrapped around the widest part of your thighs with the wetness and the stickiness clinging more to his plush lips and sharp chin than to his fingers. The cushion of his backside just wasn’t as comfortable in this chair as it was when he was propped up against the fluffy white pillows your mom had sent from home. Back against your headboard as your head went lower and lower down his length. The beer here didn’t taste as good as the cans of his favorite brew you kept cold in your fridge just for him, but then again, nothing ever tasted as good as you did. Oh how he wished he was running his hands through your hair and recounting his day instead of whining and running his hands through… ew was that a piece of gum!

No offense to his friends but he would much rather be hearing your little quips and corny jokes than Hueningkai’s right now. He can’t help just getting a bit emotional thinking about all the times you ordered a pizza just to entice him to stay and study a little bit longer and now you won’t even talk to him.

Yeonjun feels a lump form in his throat. At first he thinks it’s just the sad horniness causing it but then he realizes it’s mostly just the sad. He can feel his eyes start to water a bit as the lump gets harder and harder to swallow which only makes him think of you more.

“Are you okay”?

Yeonjun’s not even really sure who asks it but those three words are enough to send him over the edge. He officially becomes the guy who gets too drunk and in his feelings on a night out and the waterworks begin.

“Fuck man! Do you really like them that much?” Taehyun seems genuinely surprised as Yeonjun isn’t always very open about his romantic feelings.

“Are you actually crying right now?” Hueningkai asks as he grabs some bar napkins and gently wipes at his friends face.

Yeonjun attempts to deny the accusations (vehemently at that) but can’t quite get the words out. “No!” he whines and instead crosses his arms on the table and buries his head in between them before anyone can spot to redness creeping its way across his cheeks and under eyes.

“What’s wrong with him?” Beomgyu walks over witnessing the scene before him with a bit of indifference. He places his palms flat on the wood surface and stands before the group confused. “Cool if I drink this?” He asks but finishes off the rest of Yeonjun’s beer without waiting for an answer anyway.

Taehyun shrugs “relationship stuff”

“I think he had a fight and must miss someone or something” Kai attempts to clarify.

Beomgyu furrows his eyebrows for a bit and leans in closer. “Hey buddy just call them” he announces matter of factly, but when he gets no response he reaches over Taehyun and into Yeonjun’s pocket.

Beomgyu finds his friend’s phone with relative ease and stares at the screen. “Let’s see… phone… call history… missed call from mom… missed call from me… aha! This is them right there’s a heart next to the name! How cute”. He coos sarcastically.

Yeonjun’s head shoots up. “What’re you doing!?”

“Fixing your problem.” Beomgyu says like it’s the most stupidly obvious solution ever (because it just might be). He holds the phone up to his ear and taps his foot impatiently on the ground.

“Give me that, are you insane!” Yeonjun lunges out of his seat practically trampling the other two around him in the process. He snatches the phone out of his hand and goes to hang up the call as quickly as possible when he’s met with a pitch black screen. The only things visible his puffy eyed reflection and tousled raven hair. “What the hell…”

“You think I’d actually call them! I don’t know your password dude! I don’t even know who they are-” Beomgyu laughs. “-but you obviously care about this person and you’re already standing up so… He gestures to a quieter part of the bar

“How’d you know-“

“I’m your friend”.

𖦹

It takes some convincing from the other three guys with Soobin eventually coming over and joining the quite forceful pep talk, but after being tricked and a little humiliated, Yeonjun finds himself crouched down in the corridor between the supply closet and the bathroom, hugging his knees with one arm and propping up his phone to his ear with the other.

The first few seconds of rings feel like hours and he isn’t even really sure you’re going to pick up.

“Y/N! Hey! Do you have a second… I wanted to say sorry… Okay I’ve been drinking a little but that’s not important— I was not crying”!

-🍌🍶

[thisstableground]

a thing i figured out in therapy today which idk, maybe might be useful for someone else to figure out too

me: so she sent me the email asking why i’d edited out the rest of the summary and asking me to put it back how it was, i emailed back apologising and explaining that it was just a misunderstanding on my part bc i’m new, and that i fixed it. but i got so wildly in my head about it, like “oh my god what if she’s furious, what if my reply came off as rude, she’s such a big client there’s probably a million enraged messages from her and my boss coming into my work email and they’ll be so mad i didn’t reply quick enough even tho i’ve finished my shift, i’m going to get fired” all evening. and i wanted to keep checking my work email to see if i was in trouble. but i didn’t! because that would have been a compulsion, right?

therapist: yes! exactly. and nothing bad happened?

me: nothing bad happened. i mean, nothing happened. funny thing, she actually did reply about ten minutes after i’d clocked out and shut the laptop and forced myself not to check. just a nice email saying “that’s okay, we all have to learn!” and that was that. i guess it’s good that i didn’t see it though, or it would’ve felt like the compulsion is what made it work out fine.

therapist: so this proves that you can make a mistake, and that it doesn’t mean the end of the world, even when you don’t perform the compulsions.

me: yeah

me: except…wait, but i didn’t actually make a mistake? i edited it according to our house style like i was supposed to. that just wasn’t aligned with what she wanted as a customer. her disagreeing with that doesn’t mean that i’m wrong or terrible at my job or whatever, it doesn’t mean it’s my fault.

therapist: oooh! write that down.

me: and ...actually, even if i had done it wrong, i apologised and fixed it. and i took responsibility. so lets say she had kicked off about it and i’d got yelled at or fired, that would have been way out of proportion, right? for editing out two sentences?

me: so maybe it’s not just “i can make a mistake and nothing bad will happen”, but maybe that even if i do make a mistake and something bad does happen as a direct result, or someone reacts badly to it, that doesn’t mean that their reaction is inherently right or proportionate or fair. like...maybe making a mistake doesn’t mean that someone treating me poorly because of it then automatically becomes acceptable and that it must be something i deserve no matter what?

me:......oh.

me: …………………….Oh.

[darlingletshurttonight]

The Piano

(okay yall i wrote something. this takes place after gaon finds out yohan is alive the second time. i had written this for myself but if this helps anybody get their daily dose of gahan, here it goes. its not proofread or anything so bear with me :’])

Gaon walked out of the mansion, feeling empty. Of course, he was happy that Yohan was alive, and he was with Elijah. He was relieved that he was able to keep his promise to Elijah. It was such a relief that they were together again.

Only, without him.

Yes, he had fucked up. Yes, he almost messed up the bleak relationship Yohan and Elijah had. It never struck him how easily he blended in with them. Okay, it did strike him, but he chose to ignore that it might not have been permanent. It probably never would be. He just... wished he could go back.

As he walked his usual path home, he noticed another sapling, growing in dire conditions on the side of the road. The leaves were yellowing, roots sticking out from the mud.

"Are you alone too?" he murmured, picking up the broken pot.

He held it close as he walked down the stairs, wondering when was the last time he felt so lost. Alone.

Maybe this was a good thing? Even if the thought of having nobody made him shiver in anxiety and pain. He couldn't even process how he lost so many people so quickly. He regretted some things, he appreciated some things. By the time he reached his front door, his sleeves were stained with the mud, and mind still hazy from everything that had happened. He was hoping the walk would clear his mind. But this wasn't something a walk would fix. He soon realized, this wasn't something that diving deep into work and losing the little sanity he had left would fix. He skipped meals, came home late and didn't talk to many people. His only company was his mind, which wasn't really helping.

He was sitting on the bench on his terrace with his dinner that consisted of a single coffee. He knew that he was getting a fresh start, he had to start living for himself now, there was no other way. He wondered how Elijah's rehabilitation was going, was she able to feel her legs? Was she able to stand, walk around? What was their relationship like now?

He felt a turmoil every time he even vaguely thought of Yohan. His emotions would fly through a spectrum. The more days went by, the more he got time and clarity to think, and the more his anger and acceptance clashed.

Was he not enough?

He was never a part of them, he was just visiting.

Did he not repent for his mistakes enough?

They needed time away to heal.

Did Yohan lose all the trust he had in him?

Elijah's treatment was a priority.

Had Yohan finally pushed him away?

He must have needed space from the person who didn't choose him many times.

Had Gaon, read it all wrong?

There was only so much he could do to convince himself that there was once a beautiful phase in his life - short, surrounded by pain and betrayal - but beautiful nonetheless. He now had to build meaningful relationships with people from the ground up, and people were exhausting. He was tired of losing.

Why was he the one always losing his people? As he watered his plants, he noticed the newest one not doing so well. He put in some fertilizer, adding some rocks at the bottom and placing it in a different location.

Maybe this is what he needed. Some reorganizing.

Gaon had known how to play the piano. His father's piano was still in the house, by the corner. He had learnt a few things from him. He wasn't the best, but Gaon liked learning it exactly the way his father played it. After their death, he never looked at it. He had managed to sideline its existence, simply because no one could play it the way he was used to.

It seemed old now, worn out. Gaon had cleaned it once in a while, just as any other furniture in the house. Not a single key had been played since the last few years, this was the first time Gaon was properly looking at it. He sat on the seat, immediately regretting it. He felt the keys softly, trying to gain some familiarity.

Nothing.

He pressed a key, another one, and another one. His pace got quicker and the sound messier as he desperately tried to make sense of the unfamiliarity,

He stood up in frustration, and gave up on the attempt. As he lay curled up in bed, the weight of not just the loneliness but the strength he didn't have to continue weighed on him. His tears fell, and he was at the rock bottom again.

He came home the next day, and stared at the piano from the kitchen table. Why he was so adamant on playing it, he didn't quite understand. He rummaged through some old boxes in his house, and found a music notebook, with some loose sheets inside. Placing them on the sill, he tried to read and play. He didn't care if he was playing it right, he just wanted to play. He wanted to feel something. He wanted to feel the comfort of sitting next to his father who played a love song for his wife, every time she came home from work. He wanted to feel that belonging.

He played after work everyday. He missed a lot of notes, he had to look up tutorials to understand things he had forgotten. He wasn't acing this, but it kept him going.

He chose to ignore the images of Yohan that crept in his mind as he played the piano. And then one day it didn't hurt so much to think about Yohan as he played. And the next day he deliberately thought of Yohan, not that he had to put in much effort for that. He imagined playing the piano for Yohan. He might never have Yohan again, but this was for him. For letting him choose his own paths, for giving him a family and that feeling of belonging, for allowing Gaon to see him vulnerable, for trusting Gaon. And, for accepting the way Gaon was.

Gaon was planning to reorganize his house after the day of the reform meeting. He'd have some time on his hands to give it some thought. A few days ago he had bought groceries and made himself proper dinner. A few days before that he had cleaned up the mess that his house had become.

Before he left for the meeting, he noticed the leaves of his new plant turning a rich shade of green. He smiled on the way to work.

But the smile disappeared when Jin Joo mentioned she was leaving. He realized he could've spent some more time for her. But he wasn't going to regret it. enough of that. He promised to visit and keep in touch. He knew that she wouldn't expect him to, but he was still going to try.

What he did not prepare for, was to see Yohan again. He had given up. And here Yohan was, standing in front of him. His unkempt hair, informal clothes, the vulnerability in his eyes, and the hopeful smile. Was this another chance? There was so much Gaon wanted to say. There was so much Gaon wanted to make sure Yohan knew. His heart raced as he tried to conjure up some words, something, anything.

But he realized he didn't have to say anything, Yohan knew. Of course Yohan knew. He knew him better than anyone.

He stood frozen, a smile and tears plastered to his face, as he watched Yohan walk away. Now he knew, they were finally on the same page. Gaon would chase Yohan to the ends of the world, if Yohan allowed him. But Yohan was always by his side, right from the beginning. He loved Yohan, and it was only a matter of time before he would bring up the courage to tell him so.

He visited the mansion as soon as he could escape from the office. He saw the lights on for the first time in a month. He'd never understand how he had conflicting emotions, yet a sense of comfort everytime he was here. He entered the house, on his way to Yohan's study, where he knew Yohan would be. The last time he did so, he was holding a knife. This time, it was his own heart in his hand.

He stopped in his tracks as he turned around the corner and watched Yohan leaning against the table, hands folded across his chest, as if waiting for him.

"I was waiting for you" he said. His eyes were unreadable but Gaon knew he didn't just mean about this meeting.

Gaon closed his eyes and let a tear fall. He'd never thought he'd hear this voice again. This was all real, after all. He really was here.

"What brings you back?" Gaon managed to ask, taking a few steps forward. He didn't even try to hold his tears back, whatever the answer was going to be, he was going to show Yohan his honest feelings. That's what he was here for. He wanted Yohan to see him.

He watched Yohan's face softening, relaxing his arms. Gaon wished he'd hold him.

"I came to check on you"

Gaon felt like the floor was swept off from under his feet. He was worth it after all.

"Thank you" he whispered, sniffing away his tears.

"How's Elijah? Is she here?" Gaon asked, after a pause.

"No, she's getting adjusted to the center there. She's okay, she misses you"

"And you?"

Gaon watched Yohan look for an answer. He hadn't prepared for this blunt question, and frankly, neither had Gaon. The longer the silence was, the more afraid Gaon felt to know the answer.

Yohan had a habit of communicating with his eyes. Gaon was pretty good at reading them, but today he just had to be sure. What he didn't know was that Yohan was remembering every waking memory of him missing Gaon in the last month. Elijah's first appointment, their first meal they had made themselves, every single meal they had, the milestones Elijah was reaching, just...everything. How was he supposed to say this?

When Gaon got impatient, he decided to simply confess.

"I've missed you," he let out a breath he was holding all this while "a lot. I was losing my mind"

"Gaon-ah"

"I really thought I had lost you two forever," he paused to get a reaction, anything, from Yohan. He realized Yohan wouldn't have anything to say unless Gaon laid himself bare for him. So be it.

"I didn't even think you were real today, at the office. I was really really happy that you got out of all that alive, only that, you left. I wished you'd have told me. I was angry at first"

Yohan furrowed his eyebrows.

Gaon continued, "But I know Elijah's treatment was important, and you needed some peace, after... after all that. I'm sorry for everything I caused. Honestly, you gave me a second home and I, I just can't imagine...I cant imagine a world without you"

He averted his gaze and said one last thing, "If you want me to leave, please say so. I'll -"

"I've missed you, Gaon-ah"

Gaon dared to look at Yohan.

"So much that it hurt"

Gaon swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Yohan stepped forward.

"After everything we've been through, I could never leave you behind. I thought you knew me better than that"

They stood close, their faces inches apart. Gaon couldn't tell what the anger in Yohan's voice was for. But he was willing to take it. He would take anything.

He stepped forward and held Yohan's shoulders, gently pulling him into his arms. He buried his face in Yohan's neck, the cloth of the robe absorbing his tears. He felt Yohan's arms sliding up his back, grip slowly tightening.

Neither would let go for a long time.

Later that night, Yohan watched as Gaon moved about the kitchen at Gaon's home, preparing dinner. He sat on one of the chairs, arms folded, eyes moving wherever Gaon went.

Gaon felt his gaze and didn't hide his smile.

"I'm guessing you haven't been eating well" Yohan observed.

Gaon bit his lip. "Guilty"

Yohan shook his head and looked around the place. "You play the piano?"

Gaon looked over, his hands still working on the stove. His saving grace stood there in all its glory.

"My father used to play, mostly for my mom. I had learnt from him but didn't touch it for a long time. I got back to it a few weeks ago"

"I'd like to hear you play"

Gaon's eyes welled up but he focused on the cooking. He smiled back at Yohan, like it wasn't a big deal.

Gaon stared at Yohan as he ate. He ate like a child, and Gaon adored him. He rubbed some crumbs off Yohan's lips and fed him some more. Was this really happening? He didn't really care, he was just happy.

They sat on the piano seat together. Yohan stared at Gaon as the latter played. Although Gaon's face felt hot with Yohan's gaze in such proximity, he focused on the music. He wanted to play it right.

"This is something my father used to play for my mother. I used to watch them sit here and reminisce about their college days"

Gaon struggled to get more words out. He wanted to be explicit with Yohan. He wanted to be unabashed. He took Yohan's hand, the one that held the scar. As he traced a finger over it, Yohan laced their fingers together.

Gaon looked at Yohan, who had scooted closer than ever. He squeezed Gaon's hand, reassuring and soft.

"Let me love you" Gaon whispered, as if saying it any louder would break the delicate moment.

He closed his eyes and gently pressed his forehead against Yohan's.

"Please" he added.

"Are you sure?" Yohan asked, his voice heavy. Like he’d played this conversation multiple times in his head before, and had thought of all the responses he could come up with, with very few of them favorable.

Gaon swooped in, closing the short distance between them.

On the terrace, the new plant bloomed a flower bud.

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

Well, definitely riku's love for sora. I feel like kh3 was sora's game to understand an act of love and what kind of love that's involved with someone close to you. Plus I've read the sleeping realm theory and yeah

I haven’t read any theories in awhile (I can’t find them) but YEAH I love all of them.

And yeah. DDD is basically Riku talking about Sora the whole time. Like….

1. He is immediately thinking about finding Sora in Traverse Town. He’s so dedicated to it that he trusts a stranger (which from his attitude is probably what he never used to do) to help him MAYBE find Sora.

2. When he DOES see Sora in hologram form, he reaches out bc he wants to touch him, but he knows it’s not real so he pulls back. He wanted to touch him-

3. When they seal Traverse Town’s keyhole, Riku looks over at Sora while he does the same. They know the other is there without seeing them. They can feel it.

4. Riku in Pinocchio’s world, will eventually talk about Sora and how he’s “the best teacher I could ever have.” LIKE?? HE’S JUST LEARNING FROM SORA WITHOUT SORA EVEN DOING MUCH!!! HE JUST!! LOOKS UP TO HIM!!!

5. In Tron’s world, he talks about how he and Sora can take on anything.

6. In addition to what I said above, when Sam mentioned a portal, Riku got a little excited and I bet he thought he could find Sora through this portal. He didn’t want to go with Sam, a stranger, yet he did because once again he thought he could find Sora.

7. When Riku is talking to Quasimodo, he tells him to find friends who care for him no matter what and to listen to his heart, and then he walks away and says, “I wish I could take my own advice.” LIKE?? NOT DIRECTLY TIED TO SORA BUT LIKE….when you think about it it sorta is.

8. RIKU BECOMES A DREAM EATER FOR SORA!! WITHOUT REALIZING IT TOO!! IT JUST HAPPENS “out of instinct,” LIKE AAAAAH-

9. Literally, the whole plot is based around them looking for each other. Sure, they’re helping the worlds, but like said above, any mention of a portal or finding the other, both immediately perk up. Well, I can’t remember right now if Sora has, but we know Riku has like twice.

10. Riku tells Ansem (I think) that he WILL fight to be by Sora’s side and how nothing will stop him.

11. He literally says, “Are you whats trapping him in that nightmare? Because if you are….I’m what nightmares fear!” LIKE??? HE LITERALLY!! THREATENED A HEARTLESS FOR SORA WITH NO HESITATION

12. Dives into Soras heart to wake him up with, once again, no hesitation. He actually insists on doing it because he knows he has to. He wants Sora to feel him and HE wants to help him.

13. Riku isn’t one for touch, but everytime Sora touches him he lets it happen. Sora throws himself at Riku, and he doesn’t push him off. He’s surprised, obviously, but he accepts it when Sora hugs him again. He likes the contact. AND when Sora throws his arm around Riku, he doesn’t push him off or really tense up. It just makes him feel happy bc Sora is happy for him!

The whole game is just like….centered around the worlds and story while ALSO throwing in soriku. Just little hints and words that show that they’re both thinking of each other!! Really!!

Sora just being like, “He just needs time,” when Tron is not acting himself and attacking Sora, is literally! Such a parallel to Sora and Riku!! You can’t tell me Sora wasn’t thinking about Riku in this moment.

Sometime in Pinocchios world, someone mentions a teacher and Rikus like, “yeah. With that stupid grin he’s always wearing. He’s the best teacher I could ever have,” LIKE?? LITERALLY SAYING!!! HE LISTENS TO SORA AND LEARNS FROM HIM! And they BOTH listen to each other.

Sora follows Riku’s lead and Riku follows Sora. They’re following each other!! They’re connected!! They make a SONG TOGETHER!! AND THEY HAVE A KEYBLADE TOGETHER THAT I USED EVEN WHEN THEY ARENT TOGETHER BC THEIR CONNECTION IS THAT STRONG!!

Sorry for yelling but yes. DDD is just soriku content mixed in with everything else. But soriku is the main ingredient when we focus on the characters and the lessons they learn at the end of each world. They both think of the other at the end of each world and I LOVE it.

And I haven’t played KH 3 in awhile but yeah I agree. I believe it’s Sora’s starting point in understanding everything in himself. But it’s also a starting point to the doubt and the pain that’s kinda been resting there. I need it to be addressed in whatever KH game is next PLEASE NOMURA. And there’s no proofreading this my hands are just typing. Thanks for the ask love you💙.

[sunseteyes]

 i love you; kenma kozume

—you never wanted to admit it. but what happens when you do? will the friendship you two built crumble into pieces or will it be a foundation for something more?

theme/s: heavy angst and unresolved trauma | tw: trauma with drowning, mentions of drowning, self-blame

word count: 2, 368 words 

beta: @kuroolongtea — thank you so much jin, you basically proofread this whole fic and i can’t thank you enough ! i will definitely try to edit my works from now on since i realized i’ve been too careless about them. you are so sweet i can’t believe i have you as a friend (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )

original artist: billie eilish | link to song

“i love you”

it started with those three words, where it all fell apart. basically, it was the start of the ending for the both of you.

who said the words first? who dropped the bomb without thinking of the casualties and the consequences after?

it was him—kenma.

what a cliché, honestly. such a story you could only see in books or movies and you still couldn’t believe it’s happening to you in real life. if you knew these things would happen, would you have made the same decisions still?

probably not.

you felt it again; the tingles down your skin, the stillness of the atmosphere and the silence of the world around you. you had your arms wrapped over your chest as you shivered at even the slightest bit of wind that passed by your body that was currently covered in water.

water, such a simple thing yet for you, it held a deep and unbothered wound that created a hole in your brain; feeling empty and cold at the same time. what it feels to be full again, that’s what you couldn’t seem to remember anymore.

all through the years, you hid how you had this one weakness. although, being able to adapt and blend in was not beyond you. you knew you could do it.

you did, actually.

it all started when kuroo the socialite first talked to you in the canteen after bumping into you, saying that you seem to be in freshman year and that he’d like you to meet his friend, who was also in the same year as yours.

kenma, kenma kozume. when you first met him, you never would have thought that the happenings of the present would occur—you never expected him to bear this type of feeling towards you. if you had, then maybe you would have done things in a whole different way.

“i thought you said you wouldn’t come with us, kenma?” your lips curled in amusement as you sent a side glance at the boy, his eyes and entire focus still trained on his phone—specifically the game he was playing. sometimes, you wonder at how he could still walk straight despite being preoccupied.

“kuroo called me so many times and forced me to come. i had no choice.” he says nonchalantly as he bumps slightly to your side, denying your claims for how he has a good sense of balance. it turns out, he would struggle too sometimes, not as much as you would though. 

you thought of things to say, probably to take your mind off of the thoughts that would come rushing in the moment your brain recalls of the place all of you were going to for today. 

when kuroo invited you to join them, you had to accept, since basically you’re the manager of the nekoma volleyball team—but it only took moments for you to realize that you made a mistake when he announces that you were going to the beach. 

that’s not the real problem.

the real problem was: no one knows. among everyone, it was kuroo and kenma who knew you best yet even they do not know of anything about your trauma with water and drowning.  

you wanted them to know and you were aching to say it. but something at the back of your mind told you that maybe it was not such a good thing to share such a weakness, a vital information for you but not for others. so you kept it, deep within the caves and muscles of your heart. 

“are you alright, (y/n)?” the towering figure of lev caught your eye, slowing down his pace to match with yours. “you don’t seem to be as excited as i expected you to be.”

he wasn’t wrong. if it were any normal outing, you would have been one of the loudest ones, smiling brightly as the sun that illuminates the members of the nekoma volleyball team for them to share the same kind of positivity that you should be gleaming with—it’s your job as a manager. at times, you were often asked about how much you liked being with them since they noticed that you always hang out with them and that they don’t see you with your other “friends” even during lunch time. 

that’s because kuroo and kenma were your only friends.

“i’m fine.” you bit your tongue, the lie coming out almost instantly. you didn’t mean to. it just came out, as if you were so used to it. 

the sight of the beach gave you a sense of peace that almost made you forget of your fear and past, calling you to dive in and enjoy the soft waves and the white sand. the sun was warm enough for you to enjoy and bask under it without being sunburned. perfect time, perfect day—you couldn’t have wished for more.

 “(y/n),” kenma’s voice was recognizable, loud enough for you to whip your head towards the boy’s way. 

“you’re acting weird.” “what do you mean?” 

kenma sends you a look that told you enough for you to look away. yet like every time, he doesn’t say any more about it. 

“come on,” he turns, urging you to follow him. “it’s time to take a shower. are you not going to swim?”

“yeah, i am. just-okay, i will.” you stuttered a bit, picking yourself up to pass by kenma and towards the shower rooms. 

when you got out, ready to hit the water, the others were already either on the sand or under the water already. a few of them saw you approaching and immediately called you out to join them. 

there was this fear still crawling underneath you as you took your first few steps onto the shore to the water, the sand on your feet being washed away the more you dove in. 

“come on! let’s have a race, (y/n)!” it was kuroo who first approached you, and pulled you further into the water, as usual. the others are still a bit reluctant with the fact that you were only new as a manager and the fact that kuroo and kenma are a little bit protective of you. lev once mentioned this within the presence of the two and the tension in the air slightly thickened right away, as if the newcomer finally acknowledged the elephant in the room that had been there for awhile—heck even you noticed it.

but the meaning behind it... you couldn’t deny that you had an inkling of an idea as to what it was.

it must have been the thoughts in your head, or the bump that you had received from yamamoto on your side, or even your lack of skills in saving yourself. but whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter.

because now, you’re falling.

you barely heard anyone shout for your name. your mind blanked out the moment you realized that you were underwater, struggling to keep your footing that had already broken down anyway. at some point, your arms stopped moving and you were covered by silence.

as if it was the blanket to your fears.

you didn’t know how long you floated with nothing but the course of the water, or when you decided to open your eyes. everything felt so serene and peaceful, even if it merely lasted for a few seconds, which certainly didn’t feel that way to you.

you could see the others’ figures from ahead of you and also the darkness by the corner of your eyes, the distance creating a sense of eeriness from being underwater.

however, it all vanished when someone pulled you up—towards the sunlight that you had now just recognized, piercing through the water in splatters of light. 

“(y/n)!” and that’s it, you were brought to reality.

it only came to you that you almost drowned when you saw kenma’s face, all wide-eyed and a look of surprise and relief written all over his face. from the looks of it, he was the only one who noticed of the collision and your accident. 

“tora! watch where you’re going!” kenma growls suddenly, whipping his face to the side. your ears were still slightly blurry and you were still coughing and catching your breath but you could certainly feel someone’s presence fast approaching you and kenma after the boy successfully manages to carry you to the shore. if you had anything close to a clear head, you would have asked the other how in the world he was able to carry you considering his physical nature and also his dislike of getting tired. 

plus he wasn’t even in the water from what you could recall.

“h-how-”

“and why the hell did you stop struggling?” he pointedly looks at you, his brows furrowed, looking much troubled than you actually are. “are you nuts? suddenly giving up like that? do you want to die?!”

his exclamation caught you off-guard, even the ones who decided to see what came up, including his teammates also held their breath, not expecting him to suddenly rush out those words. 

it was like when he first said the three-word phrase that kept replaying back in your mind ever since that bizarre and exhilarating moment. for some reason, all of his actions suddenly made sense.

“kenma,” it was kuroo who broke the deafening silence, bringing your attention back to how it all should be, not to this crazy imagination of a stupendous decision that might cause you to regret your choices sooner or later.

would you?

kuroo pulls you away from the other, crouching next to you as he gave you a soft look. “are you alright? you didn’t said that you couldn’t-”

“yes, i’m okay.” you looked away, down to the sand that you’ve suddenly felt sticking to your skin that was in contact with it, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the gazes that were now focused on you.

and they finally knew it. the very thing you’ve struggled to hide just because you dind’t want anyone to worry about you. 

it was a complete and utter failure. 

“i-i’ll just go.” you tried standing up on your own but kuroo was already aiding you—to which you couldn’t really refuse. as you and him walked towards the hut to where your belongings were and where you’re supposed to take a “rest,” you tried so hard not to take one last look at kenma, for a reason unknown and one you wouldn’t dare to know. 

“you know you can’t give back his feelings, (y/n).” kuroo’s voice was low, almost like a whisper as you felt him shield your side, getting close as to make you be able to hear what he had just said. 

you were. very clearly. 

“i know.” your eyes stick to the sand like glue, your guiltiness failing to wash away alongside the water that almost did to you. 

if you were to admit, you were thinking much more about your present rather than your fear of being drowned at that point. 

because slowly and surely, you were starting to feel the effects of kenma’s confession all throughout your mind, eradicating all other incoming thoughts as his presence alone invaded your inner quarrel to not overthink things that had happened between the two of you. 

“i love you.” it was just simple. those three words—they sound so simple yet at the same time, they don’t.

but still-

“that’s if, you still love him.” kuroo says, as if reading your mind. 

“do you still love kenma, (y/n)?” 

if love was easy, you would’ve said yes right away.

“what about akaashi? aren’t you still together?”

—but it wasn’t. 

there is a tension that you believe couldn’t have come from kuroo but of course, it had to be you. you know kuroo only meant the questions for you to finally make up your mind, approaching head-on the very thing that was kept unsaid between the three of you. kuroo knows it, even if he didn’t particularly get it from you. or kenma. 

so much for not bothering other people with your problems. 

you felt his hand on your shoulder, as if kuroo’s way of reassuring you that he would still be there as a friend who cares for you equally as the one he’s closest to. if only you had known sooner about kenma’s feelings, you wouldn’t be in this predicament right now, juggling to find the truth within yourself whether you’d pick or not. it was unfair to them, of course. but it’s also not like this is your fault either. 

as far as you know, you just don’t want to drown in a sea of regrets the moment you choose. but now that you know kuroo has got your back, there’s this sudden urge of confidence that you hadn’t had in a while, almost like an energy booster after being sipped out of it.

your eyes found kuroo and with that, you said the very words you wanted to say. 

“i love kenma,” you let out, the wind slapping your face as if it caught on to the sin you just committed against your boyfriend, trying to make you even guiltier by the second. 

“-but i don’t want to.” your gaze fell to kenma’s form, far from where you and kuroo were, the hair on his back slightly waving at his movement and the way it just gets along with the breeze. 

once again, you felt at peace. not because of the calm water but because of the waves that attempt to bring you to shore—the reality of your circumstances. 

akaashi might not have been your first love but he was there when you were at your worst. even if it was kenma today, you don’t know if he’ll be able to continuously do so, the way akaashi will. 

the waves may not have washed away your guilt but they did wash away the thoughts in your head—ones that were hunting you of the possibilities of a dream you could barely wake up from. 

it was true that you loved kenma. 

but you loved akaashi more, and that argument alone was enough for you to make a decision that you’d be glad to face the consequences of. 

rv: october 14th was one of my most hurtful days and i was just inspired to write something off of my experience. i have a trauma to drowning but i have no idea what others feel when they are in these kinds of situations with their traumatic experience. i only based it off of mine and wrote what i needed to write.

also, i’m sorry kenma my bby this is a birthday dedication but it turned out very angsty lmao roze is so bad

[lostincalum]

Uni! Ben Hardy- pt 2

AN: Hey big shout out to @burncrashbromance​ for proofreading and also requesting part 2! Ah lav u, it turned out longer than expected but I hope at least one person likes it 

Word count: 4,3k(???)

TW: A flaky father and insomnia mentions 

Part 1

When you woke up the next day, you were a little confused. You didn’t quite recognize the room at once, with the light shining through the window, no stars in sight. When you started to twist you were immediately aware of something slightly hard poking your thigh. The heat that rushed to your cheeks didn’t get any better when you felt an arm around your waist, tightening slightly each time you moved. Slowly you turned around to find Ben with his eyes closed, asleep. You carefully peeled his right arm away from your waist. 

The white comforter had slipped down to his waist, leaving his entire abdomen exposed. To put it frankly, he looked unreal, with the sun casting tiny shadows over the small ridges in his muscles. God, it wasn’t like you had slept with him, but something about this moment made you wish you had, maybe just a little. Even if you wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone.

You got out of bed as quietly as you could, and started looking for all your stuff. Your jeans were in the bathroom, along with your phone, which had died. Curse the damn battery life. You realised you had slept in your long sleeve from yesterday, neither of you had thought about it then, but you regretted it now. After scanning your reflection in the mirror you exited the bathroom with a sigh, while wrangling your messy hair up into a bun. 

The flat looked almost as good in daylight as it did at night. You almost couldn’t believe a boy lived there with how nice things looked and how the interior seemed well fitted together. A leather couch and some blankets, a big TV and a playstation as well as the bookshelf that was almost filled to the brim with books. It felt like a home. Nothing like the dormroom you had. However much you dreaded going back, you had to. So you walked into the little hallway and found you jacket and shoes. You started looking for your backpack, before you realised that it was still in Ben’s truck. 

Not feeling like waking him up, you left a note on his kitchen counter with your number and a message in regards to your backpack. Then you opened the door and head out, making sure the door closed and locked behind you. 

----

The last lesson you had before your finals were on dark matter. It had been twisting your brain for a while but when you walked out of the lecture hall you felt like you finally understood a bit more. You had never been one to rush out of your lectures, but since you only had a notebook, you were quick out. When you step out of the door you’re immediately pulled off to the side by your waist, making you let out a little yelp. You could tell by the cologne that it’s Ben, but he didn’t stand still until your back was pressed against the wall and he was leaning with one arm by the left side of your head. Quickly you pulled your notebook up to your chest, you felt warm all over. Some people kept looking over at you, and you wished they would stop. 

“Eyes on me, angel.”

Ben told you with a deep, almost gravelly voice. You gave him an eye roll, but looked up at him nevertheless. You were met with intense green eyes and a little smirk. 

“Hi Y/N, how are you?” 

You said sarcastically as you stared at him. He gave a short but genuine laugh. 

“Hey angel, how are you?” 

He repeated after you, albeit he still used that nickname. His goal was seemingly to make you go crazy, but he’d have to work a little harder than that though. 

“I’m good Ben, although, I do miss my laptop and books. They both cost me half a fortune. How are you?” 

You looked at him, scanning his teal college sweater and over all soft look. It contrasted deeply with his domineering demeanour. You tried to be swift when attempting to get out of his hold; turns out he saw it coming. Caging you in with his other arm. Luckily most other students had dispersed by then. 

“I’m actually quite hurt by you, love.”

He didn’t look hurt though, he looked like he was out on a mission. 

“Well, I do apologize.. actually, what am I apologizing for?” He looked a little surprised by your cheeky comment.

“I’d hoped you’d apologize for leaving me high and dry this morning, or for running out on me, as if I was just some poor one nighter, for cuddles.”

Ben responded cheekily, thinking he had the upper hand. 

“Well, maybe you were, anywho I still wanna pass this class, and I’m assuming you have some classes to pass as well.”

He removed one hand from the wall, causing him to lean in a little closer. You could feel his breath on your face and it really hit you how close he was.

“I was just a one night cuddle to you?” 

Ben feigned hurt as you looked at him with a deadpan expression. 

“Like the concept’s new to you.” 

Finally you managed to escape from underneath his gaze and break free from his cage-like posture. 

“Look, I just need my stuff back, please.”

You didn’t miss the face he made, the one that looked like genuine hurt. It made your heart regret the words for just a second, before it was gone as fast as it appeared. 

“Sure, I’ll drop by your dorm room in an hour.”

Ben said a little distantly before disappearing into the lecture hall. You started the trek to your dorm as it was your last class, feeling both relief, butalso some kind of unwelcome feeling gnawing at the back of your chest.  

-----

When you entered your dorm room, Alice was there, obviously back from her classes as well. 

“Hey Alice, how’s it going?” 

You asked the brunette, who was slaving away at an essay. Manicured nails making an odd tapping sound as she touched each key. 

“I’ll tell you, if I survive this paper.”

She grumbled as she aggressively typed away at her keyboard. 

“Copy that.” 

You replied as you hung your jacket on the hooks by the door, before you sat down at your own desk. Trying to make out your own handwriting wasn't always the easiest thing, so you got stuck there for an hour or so. Until you heard a knock on the door. You were about to get up, but Alice had been faster. 

“It’s probably just..”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Alice had opened the door. 

“Ben, hi how are you?” 

She said to the man at the door. A little flirtatiously, but that might, might, just be her personality. Truth be told you had asked Alice about Ben when you got home that morning. Before class. She told you all about his endeavours and antics, which she had been a part of. After all, she had a reputation for herself. You didn’t judge her by it though, she had every right to do whatever she pleased. 

“Oh, hi, Lisa, I’m alright, here for Y/N though.”

Your mouth dropped as you heard him say the wrong name. Rightfully so, she smacks the door in his face. You just sighed as she went to the bathroom leaving you to open the door again. 

“Nice work there, Benjamin.” 

You smiled at him, rather unimpressed. 

“My name’s Ben, angel.” 

He said, the mischievous glint was back in his eyes.

“And her name is Alice, remember that.” 

Ben put a finger in the air and tapped it to his head.

“Will remember that.”

He then held out an arm with your backpack dangling from his hand. You went to grab it, but he pulled it back, so it was just out of your reach. 

“Okay, I’ll bite, what’s the catch?” 

You asked with a quirked brow. 

“A date, with yours truly.”

He announced cockily, whilst he looked at you with these intense green eyes. You could have sworn he looked hopeful, maybe even a little vulnerable. That feeling was back in your chest. The one that gnawed somewhere behind your heart. The one that told you to dive in head first, without looking. However you head decided if you were gonna dive, it was going to be on your terms.

“Sure, but I decide when.”

You said, determined. And to your surprise he nodded and got out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his calendar. You gestured for him to come in, and went to get your phone on your desk. 

“What about after I’ve had my exam in physics 1B? At say 5pm on thursday?” 

“Works for me angel.”

Ben smiled, before taking a step closer to you. Therefore you took a step back, immediately your thighs met the back of your desk. Ben took yet another step and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, constantly gauging his actions. He took the final step up to you, and stood so close that you could feel his breath on your face. He smelled like red bull and cigarettes, and a little hint of cologne hit you as well. Yet you kept your eyes glued to his. Without moving his gaze, he dropped your backpack to the floor. His then free hand went to your chin, tilting it up as he closed in on you even more. 

“See you then.” 

He said as he left a quick peck on your left cheek, which made your cheeks heat up. With a wink he was out the door, leaving you a little speechless. Thursday was only two days away. 

------

When thursday rolled around, you had seen Ben around campus and he had seen you. You knew as much ‘cause he winked at you every time. 

You had also talked more with Alice about him, who had told you about his history with people, which made you feel a little hesitant, but you decided that at least, you could get a good fuck out of it. If the rumors were true, if not, who knows, you might get something more. 

Mostly though, you had been practicing for the physics exam. You got up that morning and got ready, putting on a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie.Your hair was its usual mess, in your eyes, even though it had just been washed. In the dorm kitchen you got out your thermo- cup and made yourself some tea before you headed out the building.

You reached the lecture halls faster than you had thought, and decided to check your phone. Just one message from a number you didn’t know flashed up at you. You unlocked the phone and read the message. 

Good luck today, angel;)

You didn’t stop the smile that broke out on your lips. However you didn’t get the chance to reply as professor Atkins unlocked the door with a smile in your direction. You and a couple of other students wandered into the lecture hall and before you knew it, the exam was in front of your eyes. 

It was a hard one, with so many questions that you thought you were gonna miss some, flipping all the pages and double checking all of your calculations. But when you finished you were only the fourth to leave. 

Quickly you walked across campus and over to your dorm, trying to figure out what to do. Then you remembered the message that still sat unanswered in your inbox. 

- Ben? This you?

You sent as you unlocked the door and flung your backpack to the floor. There was no expectation for him to answer soon, since you expected him to have his own exam. But almost immediately a response ticked in. You sat down by your desk to answer.

- Sure is;)

-  Finished your exam?

The second message ticked in, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe he was a little excited too. You were about to reply when he called you up instead. Instantly you felt more anxious and let it ring two times before you answered.

“Hey?” 

You answered lamely. 

“Hey yourself, I figured you were out since you answered my message now.”

He said and you could hear him rummaging around somewhere as he talked to you.

“Yeah, apparently I knew more than I thought I did.” 

You laughed as you thought back to how the exam went. 

“So, since we’re both done, wanna start the date a little early?” 

Ben asked as a door shut in the background. 

“Sounds like you’re already on your way over here, but sure, why not? Where are we going by the way?”

You asked as you got up from your desk and headed for your closet. Wondering what to put on. 

“That’s a surprise, but put on something warm.” 

He answered as if he knew what you were thinking. 

“Okay, see you soon.” 

You said as you opened the door to the closet. 

“See you in a minute angel.” 

Ben said and then you hung up. 

You decided to put on a different hoodie, a plain white one, and a leather jacket over it, hoping it might be enough. White, almost new sneakers went on your feet. Then you went into the bathroom to put on a little bit of perfume and some make up. Just sorting out your brows and some mascara, as well as a little concealer for the dark circles under your eyes. You hated not being able to sleep properly. You frowned at your reflection when there was a knock at your door. 

When you opened the door Ben was stood there looking as handsome and cosy as ever. With a sweater and a coat hanging from his arm, he looked like he came straight out of a fashion magazine. You could see his eyes scanning your body and face, before he licked his lips. It almost looked predatory, but you noticed the little nervous shifting from foot to foot he did. 

“Hey, ready to go?” 

Ben smiled at you, with the most genuine smile you had seen in a while. You just nodded as a reply, trying to hide your embarrassment by putting on your backpack and shutting the door, locking it behind you. You didn’t think he would act like a sap, but there he was, brushing his knuckles against the back of your hand. He didn’t take your hand until you were out of the dorm building though. You turned to look at him and were met with a smirk.

“You don’t think I’m gonna call it a date just to say I’ve been on a date with you right?” 

You just shrugged, as Ben lead you to the parking lot. 

“‘C’mon love, gonna need you to use your words and smart mouth today.” 

Again, there was something overly sexual about the way he just was, but you wouldn’t complain. He looked hot. Until he suddenly looked nervous.

“Unless you don’t want this, then that’s totally cool, I’ll just head back-” 

He started to ramble and you suddenly saw him in a brand new light. You squeezed his hand.

“I want this Ben, ‘m just nervous.”

You smiled at him shyly. Finally you felt a little comfortable in your own nervousness, because it seemed like he was the same. 

“Good, okay, yeah.” 

Ben said with a relieved smile on his lips. 

“So, wanna tell me where we’re going?”

You asked as you playfully pushed against his side. However, it seemed that he had foreseen your action, because before you even knew it, you were tucked into his side with an arm hanging lazily around your shoulder. 

“Nope, you’ll figure it out soon anyways.” 

He whispered cheekily against your ear, before opening the passenger door to his truck that you had just arrived at. You nodded at him and got in. Taking in the vehicle’s inside in the daylight. It was clean enough and the radio had an aux cord hanging out of the plugin. A pair of sunglasses were laying on the dashboard and you noticed it was stickshift. With how smooth the previous drive with him had been, you were a little surprised, most people chose automatic nowadays. 

“Ready?” 

Ben asked after plugging in his phone and putting on a playlist. You nodded both in answer and admiration for his song choice. Jimi Hendrix was always good. 

“Words, angel.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, but you answered none the less.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

So Ben started up the car, and you rolled out of the parking lot, to the tune of ‘All Along the Watchtower.’ You both sat in silence, occasionally looking at each other and smiling. You eventually pulled out your phone and sent a message to Alice that she shouldn’t wait up for you. Then you remembered that you hadn’t saved Ben’s number, so you went to his number and saved it, not bothering with his surname. You took a look over at him, and when you saw the sun hitting him at just the right angle, you had to take a contact picture. He knew what you were doing to some degree, because he smiled a little crooked smile. It wasn’t a smirk, just a regular crooked smile. 

“What’s that for?” 

He asked as you smiled down at the photo. Alice just answered with a winky face. 

“Contact photo.”

“Ugh, you’re one of them?” 

He groaned, while you laughed a little.

“What’s wrong with contact photos?” 

You asked curiously.

“I mean, you already know who’s calling, why would you need a picture to remind you?” 

He said incredulously as he took a turn to the left away from the city. 

“I don’t know, I just think it’s a cute feature, makes me remember good times I’ve had with people.” 

You said as Ben nodded a little in understanding, as you stared out the windshield when realisation dawned on you. 

“Ben, are we going to the observatory?” 

He chuckled and nodded, before looking at you for a second. 

“Way too smart.” 

----

You arrived at the Observatory 45 minutes later, when the sun had started to set. You were both heading out of the car and while you started walking, you stopped after a few strides to see that Ben had gone to the side of the plane on the back of the truck. He grabbed a backpack that seemed a little oversized, but you went along with it. 

He grabbed your hand and lead you the rest of the way up to the building. He could see how you were admiring it and how the sunset shone against your hair, making it look like a halo. Before you turned he snapped a picture of you. 

“I haven’t really been here in ages, jesus.” 

You said more to yourself, but Ben overheard you.  

“You haven’t?” 

He took a hold of your hand gently, rubbing the back of your hand softly upon seeing the distant look in your eyes. 

“Nah, but that’s not a story for a first date though.” 

Ben just hummed at your answer, but you could tell he wouldn’t let it go.

“So, how was your day Ben?” 

You changed the topic, genuinely interested in what he had to say. He seemed a little surprised at your question. With a furrowed brow you looked up at him as you neared the entrance. 

“You know, not a lot of people ask me that, and if they do they hardly care about the answer.”

And your heart ached for him. You watched him as he paid for entrance tickets, nodding to the guy and saying a thank you. This was completely different to the guy you’d seen around campus, who seemed so unaffected by the world. Yet he studied astrophysics and asked you out on a proper date. 

“Well, I do care about your answer Ben.” 

You said as you followed him into the observatory. While usually your mouth would be slightly agape at the sight of the big telescope and all the technical instruments surrounding you, Ben was the one holding your attention. 

“Well, woke up early, had a little jog and then a shower, then this exam that went mehh. When I got home I got ready for this date I have tonight. Don’t know if I should tell you, but I’m a little nervous.”

You smiled as you looked at him, still your fingers were intertwined, and you gave him a little squeeze. He pulled you closer by the hand and left a little kiss at your temple. It felt like you’d known him for a long time, like it had been like this forever. It was both scary and comfortable at the same time. 

The two of you walked outside to watch the sunset over the city along with a handful of other people. You were still looking at the orange and pink hues that painted the sky when Ben carefully let go of your hand. He slung his backpack down and opened it, pulling out a blanket, along with a few containers.

“Ben, are we gonna have a picnic here?” 

You asked a little shocked, still there was a coy smile on your lips. It wasn’t that you put it past him, but to be honest, you thought it was going to be a pretty low key date. He always seemed to surprise you. Ben laid out all the containers on the blanket carefully. 

“Yes we are, now will you sit down?”

He smiled at you from his position on the grass, and you complied, sitting down at the other side of the blanket, you felt like you needed just a little space to catch your breath. 

“Now, I’ve made a couple of different dishes that I hope you like, if not I’m also serving looks.” 

Ben winked at you. 

“Well good thing you cooked, I don’t want to starve.” 

You said a little exaggerated, as you started opening one of the heavenly smelling containers. 

“You wound me, angel.” 

But you could tell by the smile on his lips that he wasn’t serious. Yet again the nickname made you blush. 

“Why do you call me angel by the way?” 

You asked a little embarrassed, yet you still met his gaze. Ben mused at your question, with a little smile on his lips. 

“You remind me of an angel, and to be a little frank, seeing you blush every time I say it, well it’s a welcome bonus.”

As if on cue, you blushed, which made him chuckle with you. You sat in comfortable silence for a while, just eating all of the good food he had cooked up. 

 “Didn’t know you cooked either, you don’t really seem like the type.” 

You said after a few minutes of silence, with a hope to create some conversation, you wanted to get to know more than the person the entire uni seemed to know.

“Yeah, well, mum always cooked when she couldn’t sleep, I guess it’s something I’ve picked up from her, that cooking is a really nice thing to do when you want to think of something else.” 

Ben admitted a little quietly, and you remembered how she had insomnia, the same as you. You nodded and started pondering. Maybe you should tell him about why you didn’t really come here anymore. 

“That's really nice Ben, it tastes really incredible.”

The sun had finished setting and the stars started to come out, one by one. The temperature had dropped a bit too, and you regretted not bringing any gloves. That’s why you started to rub your hands together to generate some heat. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Ben to notice. Quickly yet smoothly, he scooted closer to you and grabbed your hands, and warmed them in his own. 

“You know, my dad used to bring me here to look at the stars.”

You decided to speak up, but still keeping your eyes on your hands, engulfed in Ben. He hummed in reply.

“Back then it was okay for me to have silly dreams and stupid theories, it was okay. But as the years passed and I still wouldn’t let the dreams die away, he stopped bringing me here. One night when I was around fourteen, I asked him why. He said he didn’t want to nurture silly little dreams, that I should start focusing on a real, efficient and good work opportunities for girls.”

Ben had stopped looking at the sky. He looked at you, with those big green eyes of his. 

“Anyway, I’m gonna be a professor or engineer. In spite of him.”

You said decidedly.

“You know, you’re not doing it just to spite him-” 

Ben started, but before he could finish you interrupted.

“Don’t tell me how I live my life.” 

You protested. A little hurt by his comment. 

“I’m not, I was going to say that you don’t do it just to spite him, but also because you’re insanely good at what you do.” 

“Oh.” 

Was the only word you managed to squeeze out. You felt really embarrassed. He laughed, and put an arm around your shoulders. 

“And I mean that, professor Atkins hasn’t shut up about you in class for the last two months.”

Ben was an ego boost and a half, even though you felt abashed most of the time. 

“Shut up.”

You smile at him, and he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you stunned and wanting more of his soft lips. 

“Now, wanna go look at some planets through a big ass telescope, genius?”

You smiled at his question. 

“Fuck yes.” 

[bettyxinez]

Nothing Left To Give

chapter four • smile

Kat didn't mention her DID until two weeks after that, and Malcolm found himself thinking about her more then he probably should have.

And Kat knew it too. They had been getting closer and closer and she could tell how curious he was. Over the span of the 7 weeks they had become friends, and Kat was confident in saying he was one of the closest friends she ever had, so much so that even some of the Others wanted to meet him.

Driving each other to and from the precinct was becoming a regular occurrence, and he slowly revealed more and more about his past, opening up to her much quicker then she was to him.

"So thats what you're trying to figure out? If the girl in the box is real and who she is?"

"Yeah. Funnily enough, trying to solve a murder where the only evidence is unreliable memories is kind of...hard."

"I understand that. Not the murder part, but everything else."

His curiosity had been temporarily put on the back burner while he told her his story, but now it was at the forefront of his mind.

She noticed almost immediately. She kind of felt bad about it, and was planning on telling him when the time was right.

The time never seemed right.

And when it did, she couldn't bring herself to talk about it. So she eventually just waited for him to bring it up.

He was in her apartment again, looking at some of the pictures on her wall and laughing as she told stories of the people in them.

He noticed quickly that none of them were members of her family.

"What about your family?" He asked, before he even realized the can of worms he might have opened by doing so.

She tensed immediately, turning to look at him.

"We don't... talk."

Malcolm looks up at her, noticing for the first time that she was taller then him.

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

She sits down on her couch, tucking her feet underneath her. Malcolm sat next to her.

"They didn't believe me when I told them what was... happening... to me."

His breath hitched. His mind reeling from the possibilities of what that meant. He supposed that he could ask. They had gotten a lot closer, and if she didn't want to talk about it, he could wait longer. No problem.

"And... what was happening to you?"

She looked away from him, eyes widening for a split second, and then she slowly took a deep breath.

This was it. He had asked, and she didn't know if she was ready.

She could dive head first into telling him and risk freezing in the fridgid water, or stay safe and dry, but risk putting a wall between her and Malcolm.

She decided to just take the plunge.

"...bad things." She whispered. And even just thinking about it, her brain was assaulted with memories, and she already felt herself slipping.

"Bad, bad things...hurt... it hurt."

She screwed her eyes shut, fists clenching. Her nails dig into her palms and she sucks in a breath.

Malcolm watched, letting her set the pace, but his brows were furrowed in concern. He knelt down in front of her and offered his hands. She took them with a crushing grip.

"...hold on... someone..." her breath hitched.

"Someone's here. Sorry." Malcolm watched in both worry and fascination.

"Its... okay. Take your time." He responded.

He knew what was happening. She was doing what she had told him was "switching". One of her alters was coming. He was very curious, but he was also fearful as to what would happen next.

Would he ruin everything? He hoped not.

Kats eyes unfocused for a second, and then she stopped.

She looked up, eyes blinking.

She continued staring for a second and looks around.

When he heard her voice, he didn't know what to think.

"...I was told to not like... pretend to be Kat."

Malcolms eyes widen, and hes taken aback. Her voice sounds so different. A touch lower, and with a strong Essex accent, her words somehow a mix of dramatic and lazy sounding.

"Uh... yeah. Who is this?"

"Has she told ya any of our names?"

"...No. But I've never asked. Wanted to go at her own pace."

Kat-whoever- nods at that, looking down at their clothes.

"What the fuck is this? Kat I told ya not to dress us in a skirt!"

He looks at the person in front of him.

"You don't like skirts?"

"Nah. Its not my style. I'm Haven. Primary protector and ex-prosecutor. Basically means I didn't used to be a great person. I'll explain more later if I feel like it. Its my job to protect us, and my job to judge whether someone is safe. You seem to be okay for now."

He was at a loss for words. He was given almost zero warning, however he assumed that she wasn't either.

"So what 'ave you said to set 'er off then?" She said, glaring. It was so weird, he thought, how her entire demeanor has changed. Man or woman. Or whatever. He didn't even know.

The glare on her face looked so unnatural, like it didn't belong there.

"We sort of got onto the topic of her past. And then... you came out." He said.

"Sorry, who exactly are you? You specifically. Not just your role." He said, confused and cautious as to where to go from here.

"Are you askin' what I look like?" She responded, the way she holds herself that of a completely different person.

"Maybe. Or just who you are. What you like and dislike, your interests."

She stares at him, tilting her head.

"Well for one thing, my skin is a bit darker then this, Kat is atrociously pale. I've got short, curly black hair and freckles."

He tries to imagine it, but its hard. He's looking at what he knew as Kat, but now, she's someone different.

Haven continued talking.

"I've got sort of big eyes. Small nose. Thick eyebrows. Big-ish lips. I look like I'm mixed race, but I don't like to think of myself as that because I will never relate to the struggles of being black and I will never be fully emersed in the culture. The body is Korean, and I don't think it's appropriate to be say that I'm mixed race because my actual real life body is not."

Malcolm nods. He could understand that.

So Haven, he noted, was a rambler.

"Im an integrated alter. I used to be three people. I have the memories of three different people and I remember them all separately. I have access to all the memories and trauma, so don't fuck with me." She says the last bit with a bit of sadness and anger.

Haven was really closed off, he thought. She looked at him with a fierceness he couldn't describe, and soon, he found himself noticing all the differences between them. The more she talked, the more she became her own person to him.

"I have just a few things to say to you before I go back inside-"

"Inside where?" Malcolm asked, cutting her off, suddenly very confused. More then he already was.

"Back to inner world. We have a whole world inside our head. We all live in an apartment building. Well not all. We have a cave, a pool, a forest, other stuff. When we're fronting, we're sitting in the lobby. I sound insane when I say that, but its true."

She shrugged.

Shes right, he thought.

It did sound insane.

And if he didn't already know a bit about the disorder, he would have called her out.

And some would say the same about his mental health problems.

So he believed her.

"So... you protect Kat?"

"Yes. And everyone else. Its my job. I was the first one made, the first one to take it instead of her."

His brows furrowed at that.

"What does that mean?"

She looks up at him.

"It means that when fucked up shit was happening to us I took her place so she didn't have to deal with it."

He thought about that. Fucked up shit? Like what? Did it have to do with his father? He shuddered at that thought.

It had taken him almost every ounce of willpower to not ask Kat about it, but he figured could ask Haven. So he did.

"Does the name Martin Whitly ring a bell?"

She stood up then, and dragged him up by the collar of his shirt, eyes intense and angry.

"How do you know that name?" She asked through gritted teeth, voice low.

Struck a nerve, then.

"He-He's my father." He said. Her eyes widened and she threw him onto the couch.

"Have you seen him recently? Don't lie to me I swear to God I will know."

He was taken aback. Things had taken a 180 faster then he could even process what was happening.

Struck a big nerve, then.

He could tell the truth, but what if it ruined their friendship?

Or he could lie, but she said she will know. That would probably ruin their friendship even more...

Before he can even stop himself:

"Yes."

She sits down then, eyes clenching.

"You have to take me to him."

He stands up, fists clenching.

"No. Absolutely not." He couldn't let his father ruin their friendship. He wouldn't let him.

"Either you take me to him or I go myself."

"You can't."

"I'll find a way." Her eyes glinting in determination. He suddenly got the feeling that she wasn't joking.

He took in a shuddery breath, hands shaking.

"Fine."

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Haha no proofreading here we die like Eve.

Like and comment yall. These chapters take a while to write and always have between 1,400-1,900 words and I would really appreciate it if this story spread a bit.

Thx yall.

[boneswriteswords]

“Dance with Me” - Thorin Oakenshield

**peeks head in **

Hi! I decided to run with the ‘King With All The Daughters’ thing I started with my last Thorin imagine “He’s Safe.” This will be just a crap ton of one-offs of Thorin, his human S/O, and their adventures together as a couple and as parents to a hoard of little girls. They likely won’t be in any real order but there is a timeline in my mind so good luck trying to follow along, especially since I do not know how to make a masterlist XD

This is the first installment. 

This is unbeta’d. I will die like a man who has never proofread in his life. 

Enjoy. 

It wasn’t unusual for Thorin to invite you for tea after a meeting with his council. You had been part of the company that assisted him in reclaiming Erebor - a human girl with a knack for medicine who had spent a lot of her time traveling and being quick on her feet that Gandalf insisted would be an asset. The older members of the council didn’t like your presence at the table so Thorin kept you there to aggravate them. You were too world-weary to allow them to walk all over you, something that amused the members of the company greatly. For some reason, Thorin valued your input, your opinion of what he should do and how to act, over the opinion of the council.

That or he valued the way you kept Fili and Kili in line.

But you digress.

It wasn’t unusual for Thorin to request your presence after a meeting. You knew to expect him to pull you aside and guide you to a secluded room to talk privately over tea and pastries. It was usually an alcove off the library that only Balin and Ori knew about. Sometimes it was a smaller meeting room or balcony overlooking Dale. 

It WAS unusual for Thorin to bring you back to his private chambers. If you weren’t mistaken, it was considered disrespectful for someone outside the family to enter a dwarf’s private rooms. There was sanctity in their personal privacy just as there was sanctity in the secrecy of their culture and traditions. They may boast and jeer in public but they would never allow the public to invade their private. 

“Why am I in your room? Isn’t that against some rule in some tome about dwarf etiquette?” you ask, looking around the room curiously, unable to help yourself. This was a sneak peek into the parts of Thorin that wasn’t ‘leader’ or ‘king,’ parts that he kept close to his chest and never allowed anyone to see and you were greedy. 

“It is,” he acknowledges, a flash of pride in his eyes, motioning for you to sit at the table nearby “if you are a stranger.” He pauses, turning to the hearth to start up a fire. Winters in the mountain were fierce. Even with all the layers you wore, the chill settled deep in your bones and left you constantly uncomfortable. The others of the company had made it a point to outfit your chambers with a hearth and kept fires going in the rooms where you would be during the day to keep you content and warm. 

You greatly appreciated the gesture.

You also greatly appreciated the way the fire cast a glow on Thorin’s face, shadows dancing as the flame rose and flickered as he stoked it. 

But you kept that to yourself. 

“You, Y/N, are not a stranger,” he continued when he deemed the fire to be acceptable. The certainty in this voice left your heart stuttering. “You are so much more than that.

“O-oh.” 

“Dance with me,” Thorin says, holding his hand out for you to take. He blinks, as if the words left his mouth before he realized what he said, but he grins at you anyway, blue eyes glittering. 

A weird noise escapes you without meaning to, something akin to a strangled mouse being trampled on because he has no business wanting to touch you while looking so handsome. His grin widens at the noise and you try not to make another one. You know he likes to tease you about all the weird things that come out of your mouth at any given moment and you refuse to give him another soundbite to focus on. 

Not now. 

There is affection in his gaze and warmth in his smile and you won’t ruin it with whatever odd vocalization your body decides to produce to cope with it.  

“No thank you,” you respond, plopping down on the chair he had offered you when you entered the room, pointedly staring up at him. The idea of his hands on you was enough to send your body to the ground in a faint and you were terrified of what effect his hands actually on you would have. 

You’d never live it down if you swooned. 

“No?” he arches one of his brows at you, the grin shrinking the tiniest bit in a way that makes you want to cry “Why not?”

“No,” you assert, crossing your arms, “I can’t dance. I can barely walk most of the time. I’ll fall.”

His grin is wide again, “I won’t let you fall.”

“I’ll trip.”

“I’ll catch you.”

“I’ll step on your toes and break them.”

“I’ll heal.”

“We don’t have any music.”

“We don’t need any.”

The slow drawl in Thorin’s voice makes your ears grow hot. You are always surprised by how charming he actually is, when he actually cares to have someone like him. Thorin doesn’t care much about how he is perceived as a dwarf as long as he is seen as effective in the roles he has. He is an uncle and a brother, a leader and a king. Rumors mean nothing. Opinions mean even less. He cares about getting the job done. 

(So what does that mean, knowing that he cares about what you think of him, you can’t help but wonder.)

Thorin doesn’t wait for you to respond. He takes the step and a half towards your seat and trails his hands down your arms to uncross them before sliding his fingers down to grasp at your hands to pull you from the chair. Your human height makes you taller than him but he doesn’t seem to care as he pulls you further into the room, away from the furniture. 

You can’t help it. You stare at where he’s holding on your hands, the way he’s laced your fingers together. His hands are rough, calloused. A worker’s hands. A warrior’s hands. You repress a shiver as you imagine what they’d feel like running over your naked back, your legs, your breasts. 

Thorin guides your hands so they are resting on his shoulders before slipping down to clutch at your hips. His face has been softer recently, no longer burning up from the inside with all the anger and hatred that he harbored for so many years, and he no longer keeps everyone at arms length. There is a lot of healing that still needs to be done but the progress that he has made fills you with light. 

It is soft now. 

You know yours is too. 

There was no music but he sways you both back and forth as if there is. His palms are warm through the fabric of your skirt. His shoulders were broad and strong under your hands, his hair soft as it grazes your arms. You can feel each of his fingers as they grip at your hips, suppressing shivers every time his thumb strokes you. 

It takes you a minute to realize that you are watching your feet. You weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t dance. The battlefield was where your grace resided, not the dance floor. Your feet never went where you wanted them to go and having all your previous dance partners grumble and limp away from you left you with a complex and a compulsion to watch your feet.  

But this was just swaying. There were no impressive moves or intricate steps. You don’t have to follow music or remember a routine. Thorin guides you like he knew you. He knew where you were going to step and followed. Leading without leading. Swaying you and spinning with you as one instead of two. Every step you took, he took a complimentary one, even if it didn’t make sense to him.

He had you. 

So you look up from your feet and look at him.

Something must snap inside of him, a cord pulled far too tight, because suddenly, you are being yanked down to your knees on the plush rug and pulled to press completely against him. You melt, molding and clutching hard onto him, a contented little sign escaping you at the feel of his body pressed against yours. You can feel his breath on your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin.

“If you only knew what you did to me,” he hisses into your throat, his lips grazing as he spoke and you shiver. You arch into him and a sprig of delight fills you when you feel him press against your stomach. 

Oh.

He’s big. 

“Please.” you whimper, unsure of what you are asking for but accepting of anything he feels like giving you. Thorin’s hands caress and grope over your clothes as he trails small kisses up the side of your neck. 

Your jaw. 

Your cheek.

“I ache for you,” he growls, “Nightly. Daily. Sometimes hourly.”

“You can have me,” you respond, eyes fluttering open to look at him, unsure of when they closed in the first place.

Thorin kisses like his sole purpose in life is to explore every corner of your mouth with his teeth and tongue and conquer it. Air is irrelevant to him but he pulls back when your lungs start collapsing in on themselves as a courtesy. He dives back in almost immediately, groaning when you get your actual shit together and respond, eagerly and impatiently.

He pulls back, leaving you panting and whining discontentedly.

“We have to stop,” he rasps, his breath intermingling with yours. The whine that rises from you is purely involuntary and he shushes you gently with a small press of his lips to yours. “We have to. I want to do this right.”

“Hu?” you whimper, not understanding. Your brain was scrambling and your core was aching and nothing was making any sense. You just knew that he stopped and you didn’t like it. “Do what?” 

Thorin smiles, fingers gripping the sides of your face so you could look him in the eye, “You deserve a courtship. I would not dishonor you by taking you to my bed without everyone in my kingdom knowing that you are mine. I want my braids and my beads in your hair and yours in mine. I want to craft you courting gifts with metal I have molded myself. I want to earn you as my wife, prove that there is no one a better fit for you than I. There will be no doubt in your mind like this is no doubt in mine.”

Every word seems to punch you in the gut as you calm down, reaching up to grip onto his forearms. 

“Wha-what brought this on?” you ask, voice trembling the tiniest bit as the gravity of what he’s saying settles in your stomach. He presses another kiss to your mouth. “Wh-hy?” 

“You are my One, Amralime,” he states, eyes roaming over your face, “and I will show you how I love you. If you’ll have me.”

It takes a moment for you to come back to reality, his words bathing you in a haze that you weren’t sure you could escape. He had leveled you, collapsing any rational thought from your mind as you rolled in the destruction. Your gaze flickers all over his face, soft and earnest, and you swallow at the impact it has on you. 

“I-” you start, clearing your throat and squeezing him tighter to you, “I accept. Show me your love and I’ll show you mine.” There is a stupid smile on your face and you can’t be bothered to care. 

His eyes are glittering when he presses his mouth to yours again, his thick fingers sectioning off your hair.

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END

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[halorocks1214]

the law of equivalent exchange

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Word Count: 4182

Just like all my other plot bunnies, this got three times longer than I estimated. Whoopsies. At least I’m fairly proud of this. Another title for this fic could be ‘something that I would love to see happen in the finale but know it won’t so I’ll just write it myself instead.’ I was probably going to write this fic regardless, but @gumnut-logic​‘s #FabFiveFeb just gave me one heck of a push to do so sooner than later. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings for The Hood being the creep he is and no-no words. There’s one F-bomb because I can’t seem to not have at least one.

“No! You can’t!”

Alan should probably be focusing on whatever the heck John was yelling at Scott for over the comms (let’s face it, Scooter, you haven’t been making the rashest decisions as of late), but he barely heard his older brother to begin with. With the blood rushing to his ears and his heart reverberating ten times faster than healthy throughout his entire body, all Alan could really focus on was trying not to pass out.

When his body decided to properly function, he tried reaching to turn his comms on as quickly as possible, but the figure he was praying to God to be a hallucination started talking, freezing Alan’s movements completely.

“Now then, Alan, let’s not be rash. I just want to talk. Is that so bad?”

Hand hovering over the button, Alan gulped down any fear he was wearing on his face to glare at The Hood directly in his eyes. If this was the stupid way he was going to go out, then he won’t be going out like a coward.

Against all of his training and judgment, Alan took his hand away from his comm and brought them calmly down to his sides. His whole stance was taut, and he at least hoped he looked more threatening than a lion cub play fighting with its siblings, “I don’t know, I would say it is considering who you are.”

The Hood chuckled, turning Alan’s stomach inside out. Alan just couldn’t understand this man. Ever. The way he slyly grinned as if he were some suave bachelor and not a creepy murderer. Alan tried desperately to cool the nausea in the pit of his gut as his family’s sworn enemy continued to speak, “As an honorable man even I have to admit defeat from time to time. You Tracys beat me fair and square, and the only way I caught up involved cheating. I was surprised I could sneak onto the ship as I did. Very well, Jeff Tracy is yours once again.”

Wait, what?

Alan blinked in shock before his brain caught up to him, making him bring back his glare, “There’s a catch here.”

The Hood raised his eyebrows at the way the boy spoke his words. It was not a question, no, the youngest Tracy stated them as if it were a matter of fact. The Hood’s smile grew wide, “You’re always quick on the uptake, Alan. Even if I lost this race, I did come out all this way. I can’t leave with nothing, not after all the time and effort I gave up. Surely, you understand that?”

Chills fled down Alan’s spine at the speed of the Zero-X. The gleam in The Hood’s eyes slowly morphed into hunger, like a starving lion about to make a move on an ill and weak zebra. Alan was pretty damn sure he wasn’t weak nor ill, and he didn’t feel like growing black and white stripes at the moment.

The Hood stood to his full height, “Have you ever heard of the saying “An Eye for an Eye”?”

Alan’s glare dropped off his face and went right back to the wide-eyed fear he had at the start, making him look a few years younger than he was. Screw looking fierce, he needed help. He needed his brothers.

Once again, he reached to get to his comms. Even if it were only one word, one second, one yelp of pain or fear, his brothers would realize something was wrong and come running. He hated it, occasionally, how he would always be seen as the baby, but if it meant getting home and away from this freak, then Alan was willing to be swaddled and rocked to sleep as much as his older brothers wanted.

However, that familiar cold voice spoke out once again, somehow stopping time itself in the process.

“Ah ah ah, Tracy, I thought I told you to be careful with that thing.”

Alan was breathing heavy, minute trembles beginning to show, “G-Give me one good reason I shouldn’t, you m-monster.”

The Hood’s grin turned playful as if what Alan wasn’t getting was supposed to be obvious, “Have you been listening to your brothers’ predicament at all?”

What did that mean?! Shaking his head, Alan, much to his displeasure, started to completely ignore The Hood so he could turn up his comms to listen. Crap, he forgot about why they were even out here! Why haven’t they finished the mission? Why haven’t they been able to find Dad? From the way The Hood was talking, Alan figured the older man was going to let the teenager writhe in agony as he listened to whatever he’d been missing.

Suddenly, a new, semi-unfamiliar voice boomed through Scott’s side of the comms.

“--head that way. If Johnny’s calculations are correct, it should be the path of least resistance.”

That was followed by a louder Scott responding with, “Yes, Father.”

Continued and ended with Virgil stating, “Lead the way, Dad.”

Alan blinked a few times again, the hand he was holding up over the comms suddenly very heavy and stuck in place. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t find it in himself to contact his brothers for help. That was-- it was--

The Hood gleamed with anticipation at the recognition in Alan’s eyes, “If I can’t leave with anything, no one is. I’m positive you don’t want to be the one to ruin this for the rest of your family, do you?”

Ask Alan and he could very easily explain to you that his life could be broken into two parts. The parts had very simple descriptors too: With Dad and Without.

The Zero-X went up in flames before Alan was even ten-years-old, leaving a broken family and a confused child. A child that reacted like any other kid to losing a parent so young. He was sad and scared and for a while he just wanted his Dad to come back, even though his little mind knew it wasn’t possible.

But as the years went on, Alan got used to growing up without his dad in his life. Of course, the blonde missed him, and of course, he would do anything to get him back, but the sad fact of life was that Alan didn’t grow up with Jeff.

He grew up with his four older brothers and his grandma and Kayo and Brains and even Penny and Parker--

You catch what he was saying?

They tried to fill in the gap of a missing father with their own stab at being mock parents for the youngest Tracy. Alan suspected later in life that they did it in an attempt to fill their own gaps and heartbreak.

He would later start to think they failed at that latter objective as well.

That’s where the second part of his life came in to view. His brothers had many, many more years with their dad that they had to realize they would never have again. Scott was trained by Jeff with tips and tricks that nobody else in the Air Force knew. Jeff personally recommended John to the best of the best at NASA. Jeff took Virgil to meet one of the best mechanics in the world at the age of 12. Jeff was at every single one of Gordon’s swim meets to cheer him on.

Alan remembered being tucked into bed and pictures being hung up on the fridge and gold stars for eating his vegetables, and he was going to love getting that back, but he remembered Scott giving him piggybacks even more. John proofreading his papers even more. Virgil letting him sit on the piano bench while the older brother practiced more. Gordon teaching him how to dive into the deep end even more.

He also remembered Scott hiding a bottle of “adult juice” from Alan’s wandering eyes more than once, too many grey hairs for someone in their mid-twenties. He remembered how John was gone more and more, flinching at more and more hugs, only to be swallowed whole by the endless void that is space and Thunderbird 5, barely even being planetside for more than a fourth of the year.

Alan remembered how Virgil got quieter and quieter. Alan remembered the tap shoes, the musical scripts: they were currently collecting dust in the back of a random closet, shoved behind weight lifting gear and medical textbooks instead. And Gordon, his immediate older brother, his partner in crime... Alan wasn’t stupid. He knew Gordon dropped out of college and even the Olympics (after getting a freaking gold medal too!) to join WASP where he was nearly put in a goddamn chair.

Alan has been slowly watching his family barely try to hold it together, and it all started with dark laughter and a ball of fire over the ocean.

His brothers needed their father back, and no doubt Jeff wanted his sons back. Alan would hope he would want all of them too, but...

... After everything his brothers (and even Kayo and Brains and Grandma) have given up, surely Alan could give back, even if it’s just this one thing? Besides, Alan would hate himself forever if he was the reason they couldn’t complete their mission. He tends to feel that way on a failed missions anyway.

Yeah, right, the mission objective: get Dad back. Think of the mission, think of the mission. If that mantra was the only thing that was going to keep him convinced he was doing the right thing, then only he and The Hood would know.

Alan’s voice was breathy. It felt like if he spoke too loud the blood in his ears would make one final rush to try and bring him to la-la land, “... Do you promise?”

The Hood blinked and raised one eyebrow in a motion that spoke, ‘What did you just say? I wasn’t listening that hard in the first place.’

Alan’s trembling was more than minute, yet he forced his voice to be firm and steady this time. His glare was back to being fierce, and the fire in his eyes was redder than his ‘Bird. He enunciated just about every other consonant in his words, “If I go with you, do you promise to never go after them again? Because I know there’s no point in going with you if you just keep chasing them.”

The Hood stared blankly for a moment before his typical, creepy demeanor came back. With a few chuckles that brought physical bile up Alan’s throat, The Hood threw his arms out to his sides to make his point more clear, “Dear Alan, if you come with me there’s no point in doing so. There’s nothing I could do that could be worse.”

Jeez, way to kick a guy while he’s down. Alan flinched but continued to hold his head high, “I want your word.”

The Hood thinned his lips in disappointment. He still complied with Alan in the end, “Once you agree to come with me, I’ll take away what’s disrupting your unique vessel, leave your family alone for the rest of their lives, and then we’ll ‘get the heck out of dodge’ as you all say.”

Ew, that one was bad. He bet The Hood made it bad on purpose, the prick. Alan inhaled before exhaling the longest breath of his life, “Fine. Then you have a deal.” Like a true gentleman (Penny would be proud, right?), Alan held his hand out, initiating a handshake to seal the deal.

Then, suddenly, his watch started ringing. On the hand he was holding out. Alan found himself hating that noise for the first time in his life. Panicking, Alan made sure the hologram that appeared was himself and himself only, “H-Hey, brother! Did you find Dad yet?”

A familiar mop of ginger hair floated in between him and The Hood. Raising an eyebrow, John playfully rolled his eyes at his younger brother’s antics. Yes, let Alan play a little bit. They did just do the impossible, after all, “Actually, Alan, we did. Scotty and Virg are almost back with him. I was calling to let you know.”

That smile... the way John was sarcastically bantering with him... the nicknames... it was all because they were getting Dad back, wasn’t it? Alan felt tears mist his eyes. Their family really would be better off...

“Uh, Allie, you good?” Gordon’s voice rang out a few feet away from John

Crap crap crap. Bring it back, Alan, bring it back! “Uh-- yeah! Don't worry, I’m as cool as a cucumber in the middle of July! Hah...”

John’s eyebrow raise was no longer playful. In fact, it was filled to the brim with concern, “Are you sure? If you’re having trouble finishing up, Gordon could easily come up to help you out.”

Alan registered the strawberry blonde’s mmhhm with growing dread.

Dangit, guys, stop being such moms for once in your lives! “No! Wait--” Alan coughed into his hand to clear his throat. He looked away while doing so and then looked back at John with one of his familiar sly grins, “John, Godrz, I swear I’m good. It just took a little bit more to stabilize this part of the rocket. Just give me a few minutes to finish up and then I will be right there to celebrate with you all, got it?"

John contemplated his brother’s words before conceding. Alan was a trained member of IR. His judgment could even be better than theirs sometimes, “Okay.” John leaned his head out of the hologram for a moment before leaning back in with a cheeky grin, “Hey, don’t let Scott know I told you this, but if you want to rush your diagnostics, go ahead. I won’t blame you.”

Alan felt himself snickering along with Gordon. Yeah, this was the right thing to do, “FAB, Johnny, my lips are sealed.”

With a wave, John cut his video feed, leaving Alan in utter silence. Letting out a sigh of relief, Alan let his arms fall to his sides. Everything was going to be okay. Dad was back and could pilot the Zero-X in his place, his brothers would get back a vital part of their childhoods, The Hood would leave his family alone (Kayo would thank him for that one if she could), and things would go back to what it once was.

... He felt really dirty. He abused John’s trust for a reason his older brothers were going to hate themselves for. Alan was allowed to feel regret, right? Because--

Suddenly, Alan felt an arm around his shoulders bringing his tiny body to be closer to someone else. Okay, Alan wants to take it back, this is awful! God, he might genuinely throw up-- John wait--

“Aw, don’t be like that,” The Hood stated coyly, “After all, it appears we will have plenty of time to get to know one another. Better sooner than later, right?” The laughter that rung out in the room sounded like it came from an 80s sitcom dad.

Sweating bullets, Alan grinned in a way even a literal brick wall would know it was forced. So this is what it's like to walk into the pits of hell, good to know.

---

Scott couldn’t really describe what he was feeling at the moment.

The best word he could come up with was elation because holy fuck:

Dad was finally back.

When he stepped into the cockpit with the rest of his family, the world turned upside down, and in a good way. The first to leap out of his seat was Gordon, of course, but also with tears streaming down his face as he flung himself into his father’s arms for the first time in nearly a decade. Scott couldn’t remember for the life of him the last time Gordon genuinely cried. And he meant genuine, I can’t believe this is happening tears, not Gordon, it’s a fictional movie-- But they’re still puppies, Scott! tears.

Slowly stepping back, Gordon moved out of the way for John, who finally initiated a hug himself with no need for bribery, no need for Scott to promise there’s no ulterior motive behind a goddamn hug. John started talking about what he could add to his room back on the island now that I’ll be down more often and Scott thought himself would burst into tears.

Then there was Virgil. Oh, Virgil, who had the best teddy bear hugs in the entire galaxy, was holding back when it came to his dad as if the middle Tracy squeezed too hard the image in front of him would shatter into itty bitty little pieces that he couldn’t put back together again.

And Scott? Scott felt like he could finally breathe again. His dad being back meant he didn’t have to shoulder, well, everything in their lives anymore. At least, not like before. No more needing to be at every Tracy Industries conference, no more needing to be the constant head of IR relations. Sure, Scott wasn’t going to just drop it all, he’s not an asshole, but one day it’ll be a co-piloted effort, in a sense.

It was also going to be nice to just have an extra head around the house, for more than one reason. Chores won’t be so abundant, Grandma might not cook as often, Scott also needed help getting Alan a geography tutor of some kind, and their dad was always incredible at--

Oh, shit. Wait, where was Alan?

Scott bounded toward his four family members who were currently laughing as if nothing were wrong anymore, “Guys, where’s Alan?”

Both Virgil and Jeff jumped, the beginnings of guilt filling their bodies. Shit, of course, that should’ve been the first thing they asked! Before the self-hate train could leave the station, John waved them off in an attempt to calm them down, ���Alan’s down in room C6, remember? We sent him down there to keep the ship stable while you two went out to find Dad’s signal.”

Gordon was wiping away his remaining tears as he grinned his biggest grin ever. He started walking out of the room to where his younger brother was waiting, “Y-Yeah, considering he piloted the rocket, we figured he would be better staying inside to keep it in one piece for the flight home.”

Jeff blinked. Alan did?...

A grin spread across his face at the news, a sharp bark of laughter exiting his chest before he could stop it, “Man, I knew he would be just as you guys one day. I’m just surprised it came so soon!”

Scott blinked at his father before his shoulders relaxed, “Yeah, no kidding. I can’t wait for him to tell you all his stories. Some of them are really killer.”

Jeff directed his grin towards Scott, ruffling the brunette's hair like all those years ago, “Me neither! Lead the way, boys.”

They all mindlessly chatted as they made their way to the youngest’s location, unaware of what was about to befall the family. They got to the place Alan stated he would be at and gave each other one last look. Their expressions were giddy: it felt like they were about to jump out and say Surprise! like one of Alan’s birthday parties.

Scratch ‘like’, it pretty much was that.

The door shhed open to a dark room, sending shivers down the family’s spine and killing the mood instantaneously. “Uh, Allie?” Virgil yelled out into the chillier-than-normal room. Suddenly the lights came on, blinding them for just a second. When they reopened their eyes, everyone’s heart dropped to the floor. Gordon would swear he heard five different, distinct thunks in the future.

Because Alan was very much not in the room, which meant he wasn’t keeping everything 'stable' like he said he would. The older Tracys wouldn’t be freaking out so much (maybe Alan just went to get air somewhere else? Heh) if it weren’t for the fact that Alan’s IR sash was laid on top of the control panel. It would’ve been more reassuring if it wasn’t so neatly folded either, to be honest.

The four brothers didn’t even think as they sprinted over to the scene.

Gordon and Virgil mindlessly grabbed the sash and unfolded it, as if their youngest brother were somehow hiding inside the object that was five times smaller than he was. Scott and John rushed over to the control panel and ran a quick but effective diagnostics to figure out what the hell just happened. Meanwhile, Jeff blinked a few times before gaining a serious look (John would later call it the good old fashion Jeff Tracy rage) as he went to join his two eldest sons in their scramble to figure out the why.

With a few beeps signaling the end of the diagnostic, John flinched before shakily bringing his hand to his chin, “This has been stable for the past 20 minutes...”

Scott bristled in anger, not at John, never at his brothers, but at the implications of those words, “What the hell does that mean?!”

John sharply inhaled before looking his older brother dead in the eyes, an emotion between fear and anger stirring within, “It means, Scott, that Alan was a dirty liar.”

Before Scott could question even further, Gordon piped up from his search of the red sash. His tan seemed much paler all of a sudden, “We... we called Alan right before you guys brought Dad back. He said he had to stay here to make sure everything continued smoothly as he just got it stabilized.”

Jeff could feel the self-loathing rolling off of his sons in waves. He wasn’t sure how to comfort them, though, as he wasn’t exactly sure how to anymore. He was sure he could have, but that idea flew right out the window when Virgil mentioned John didn’t really like surprise hugs nowadays (apparently, he "barely liked hugs longer than 5 seconds in the first place"). His second-born loved nothing more than to be swept off his feet from behind back when, well...

Plus, he has always tried his best to never be a hypocrite. He couldn’t help but feel responsible, just a little bit, “Boys, I can’t help but apologize for everything that appears to be happening. I--”

Before Jeff could continue, or any of his sons could argue with his apparent apology, Virgil finally got sick of the tension and aggressively shook Alan’s sash once more, causing a tiny roll of paper to fall out of the pocket. The one Alan specifically requested Grandma to sew on for him when the senior Tracy got the time.

Every family member present jumped as they felt their stomach rip in half. They all looked around at each other with anxiety clear in their eyes... but Jeff noticed that none of his sons looked at him. Clearly, they weren’t used to him being there just yet. Well, he might as well make up for lost time.

He took a step forward and bent over so he could grab the slip. Before he could blink, Scott snapped out of his funk and grabbed it much faster. Jeff didn’t even have a second to reassure his eldest it was okay before Scott rolled open the slip of paper and read it to himself.

Chaos reigned when his only response was to fall to his knees and drop the horrifying message.

“Scott?!” Virgil cried out. Both he and Gordon ran to their oldest brother’s side to find some way to measly comfort him. Meanwhile, John felt something akin to a panic attack coming on. What could Scott have read that made him react like that? John couldn’t move, so Jeff bit the bullet and finally picked up the note himself.

John was abruptly brought out of his head when he heard his father whimper. Yes, whimper, as if he were a baby deer that just got hit by a speeding car. Moving on autopilot, John walked over to his father’s side as the older man covered his hand with his mouth.

Jeff registered movement at his side. Not looking up, he shoved the note to whoever wanted to read it. More guilt filled the back of his head. He shouldn’t be subjecting his sons to this, he should try and protect them, but he would be lying if he said that didn’t feel pointless.

No, not Alan, not their baby.

Shaking slightly, John gripped the note to the point of wrinkles without looking at it. Inhaling once more, John ripped the bandaid off and read what was tearing his family apart one by one.

John was suddenly thankful he didn’t eat his bagel that morning. The last thing he wanted to do was throw up over all of his remaining family.

Do you remember what the alchemists in the olden days based their theories off of, Jeff?

Don’t worry if you can’t remember, I can just tell you.

It was a little something called The Law of Equivalent Exchange.

I win, Tracy. I always do.

[stanskzseungmin]

Operation Miroh | Stray Kids Mafia! AU ~ Chapter 9

IMPORTANT NOTES AT THE END REGARDING VOTING

Chapters:  0.1, 0.2, 0.3, 0.4, 0.5, 0.6, 0.7, 0.8, 0.9

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

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Not proofread, we die like men.

“What do you want to do? What are your end goals?“ Seungmin narrowed his eyes towards the man before him. 

“Surely you feel the same?” the blonde smiled.

“Whatever it is you’re trying to sweet talk me into, you can not fool me,” Seungmin seethed through clenched teeth.

The man before him was leaning on the desk in the center of the dark room, the only light was the swinging bulb between the two males. His leg was heavily casted and splinted as the blonde balanced his crutches against the table’s edge. Seungmin’s eyes narrowed at the top ranking student.

“It would be beneficial for the two of us to cooperate. You want to leave these walls and destroy them. I have seen what happens behind closed doors behind the squeaky clean facade the government puts up,” the blond gestured Seungmin’s gaze to his side tapping his fingers over the smooth surface of his laptop. “These walls need to come down. Our interests align.”

Seungmin’s eyes traveled to the side staring intently at the ground as he loses himself deep in thought.

“On one condition-” Seungmin started but interrupted himself with an audible gulp.

“Anything,” the blond’s voice was soft as he smiled genuinely in understanding and compassion.

“Why me?” Seungmin questioned whispering in a hushed voice.

“You’re absolutely fully capable,” the blond smiled. “Have you already forgotten who was the one who disabled all the cameras and looped the security footage? I’ve seen what you are capable o-”

“I refuse,” Seungmin snapped, effectively shutting up the blond. His mouth closed in mild shock in the sudden outburst.

“Not without my friend. I’m not leaving them alone in this bitch of a world. Without them, you won’t have me,” Seungmin finalized.

~

“Seungmin,” Chan called out walking into the room opening the door softly. 

The demolitionist had a leg propped up on a crate as he strapped a knife to the side of his calf. He looked up to the gaze of his leader. Seungmin had stern eyes as he looked him up and down. 

“Here,” Chan smiled softly delicately placing a metal tin on the crate before him. “It’s gas. Maybe you can use it. Gasoline is a rarity these day-”

“What do you want?” Seungmin got straight to the point.

Chan sighed. “I want you to reconsider. Maybe you can bring Fel-”

“No,” Seungmin snapped.

“I just don’t think they’re rea-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Bang,” Seungmin pointed his finger at the elder as if he was instigating a fight. 

“Just be careful, ok?” Chan sighed softly, turning to leave. Chan glanced back at Seungmin’s glaring face. “Fail the mission if you must, just get back safe.”

The door closed softly behind him.

~

In a typical Seungmin manner, Seungmin made a rather loud entrance by kicking open the warehouse door.

You jumped in surprise from the loud echoing sound. “Minnie, what the fuck?” you say scoldingly. “You scared me.”

You were settled on one of the couches in the center of the warehouse. The empty building acted as a lounge area of sorts for the members. At the center of the room was a large square fluffy rug that is pitch black in color. On that rug were several couches and bean bag chairs as well as a singular glass rectangular table.

In the corner of the large warehouse which was quite a bit away is their basic kitchen setup. On the upper levels of the warehouse are large balconies and walkways that lined the upper perimeter. The main ladder leading up to it was in complete disrepair due to age and frequent use. Seungmin was to fix it, but whenever the topic was brought up Seungmin would shrug and merely reply with a simple “climb.” Despite this, he himself can not access the upper walkways in this manner nor the other members with the exception of a select few. [A/N: Can you guess who? Lol].

“You should've been ready and alert, dummy,” Seungmin smirked.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled. “Didn’t know I had to be alert waiting for you.”

“Yes, dummy. You would never know if I was a traitor and can back stab you at any given moment of time,” Seungmin chuckled, jabbing his index and middle finger firmly into your side. 

You let out a loud “AHH” in response to his sudden action and jumped away.

“You ready, dummy? Before I jab you again?” 

“Yeah, yeah, Shitmin.”

Seungmin jolted forward to jab you again as you shrieked jumping away from his attack.

~

“You do know what to do, right?” Seungmin’s voice buzzed through your in-ear comms.

“Yeah, yeah. Locate and eliminate the target, destroy any evidence of Stray Kid’s involvement” you confirmed responding to the small device fashioned and implemented by Bang Chan.

Your mission locale was a small rural town in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but dry desert like lands and steep cliff sides in your immediate surroundings. The large cliff sides hid many dangers of their own. Who knows which one of the surrounding shrubbery was an enemy in a ghillie suit? 

Stealth was of the essence and you can not afford to fuck it up. Not only did you have to stay hidden from those you can see, but those you can not as well.

Within your hand, you wielded a standard 9mm handgun equipped with a hand made suppressor. Seungmin absolutely DESPISED how it looked with its old worn out yellowing rag held together with mere zipties and tape, but not even he can deny the effectiveness of it compared to a standard suppressor. You wouldn’t have it any other way when Seungmin offered to make you a just as efficient one with a much better visual, but you admired the fruits of your own labor despite how fucking ugly it looked. (Not that you would admit it out loud.)

“The man you’re looking for is hidden somewhere in this locale according to I.N during his recon mission. Be careful because the man has a protective detail, so don’t get spotted,” Seungmin informed.

You lay prone in one of the dry shrubbery as you tightened your suppressor on the threaded end of your barrel. Along the pathway you’re scouting one man currently patrolling up and down. You briefly checked your mags to ensure you had tranquilizers equipped. You were still uneasy about taking another life, but no one in Stray Kids were pressuring you in anyway and you were thankful for that. You lined up the headshot as you aimed down your sights and pulled the trigger. The man ragdolled as he went out like a light. You quickly ran to the man and lifted in unconscious body onto your shoulders. 

Using the night as your veil, you entered the small locale. The buildings were rather archaic. They were various shades of the dull colors of tan and gray with the building made majorly of hardened and tempered clay as well as a few concrete blocks. You settled behind a dumpster as your earpiece buzzed back to life.

“That dumpster. You can use that to dump your body or hide in it yourself,” Seungmin paused as the earpiece buzzed softly with static. “Just don’t come anywhere near me afterwards.”

You quickly disposed of the body by tossing it into the metal component and letting the lid drop down. You gave little to no regard to the amount of noise you’re making.

“What was that?” a voice in the background perked up.

“Wow [by 3RACHA], you get a D for effort, because you gave none,” Seungmin added.

You scoffed as you dolphin dive sliding under a table as a man came up to investigate.

“Careful,” Seungmin reminded. “We still don’t know the whereabouts of our guy, don’t cause more trouble, or attract unwanted attention” 

“Are you telling me how to be stealthy, Shitmin?” you chuckled into your mic.

“Hey, if I had the ability to be Han fucking Jisung, then I wouldn’t be the one setting up all the explosives, hmm?” Seungmin chided sarcastically before buzzing off.

The man that came to investigate leaned over the dumpster with his weapon up and ready. He lifted the lid to see the contents as you rushed over kneeing him straight center on his back. Your forward momentum sent him head first into the lid, colliding with the wall, immediately knocking the man unconscious as he fell forward atop of the man you hid earlier as the lid fell shut.

“Geez, can you make any more noise?” Seungmin buzzed in.

You scoffed. “And what are you doing? Where are you?”

“Portable toilet. 6 o’clock.”

You turned 180 degrees and lo and behold, a singular porta-potty. You shook your head lightly as you rested a hand on your hip. 

“Pay attention! Don’t gawk at me,” Seungmin scolded. “Look for our guy. Find a building with a more loaded defense. I’ll set up the explosives once you’re in.”

~

It didn’t take that long to find the point of interest. It was one of the signal towers scattered throughout the locale. There were men at every entrance, ledge and balcony all over the old worn out buildings as well as patrols around and on the rooftops.

“Think you can handle them, Minnie?” 

“Of course not,” Seungmin scoffed. “Loosen their ranks for me, yeah?”

After making quiet and brief rounds around the building traveling from shadow to shadow, you pinpointed a weak spot with lesser guards and within a blind spot from all the patrols. It was a simple back wall hidden inconspicuously behind a short brick fence. The three men more or less gave away the location of the door. Without them, you might’ve, emphasis on might, missed the door.

“Are these mafias or amateurs?” you chuckled to yourself.

“Don’t lower your guard just because you think these guys are idiots,” Seungmin scolded.

You headshotted the man in the middle, the man immediately fell slumped. The men on either side quickly reacted out of shock and reflex towards their fallen ally. In their moment of shock, you and Seungmin rushed forward, one for each of you. You both slung an arm around the men’s neck using it as leverage to swing around their bodies and tactically suffocated them into unconsciousness (Seungmin straight up killed the man by snapping his neck) as you gently hid him behind the protruding wall to hide the bodies from patrols.

Seungmin immediately went to work rigging his C4 to the base of the building as you quietly entered from the back door. Soon after you headed inside you spotted a man by the window smoking a cigarette. You smirked at the man who’s obviously slacking on the job. You quickly disposed of him as you donned his clothes over your own. Your current attire acted as a filler for the man’s larger outfit as you hid the body into one of the cupboards in the corner of the room.

Seungmin quickly ducked into the room deploying another explosive as you headed up the stairs quickly taking care of every unsuspecting guard. Seungmin followed moments after quickly hiding every body you left behind.

“Keep going, dummy. I’m right behind you,” Seungmin whispered. “Just remember what Felix and Woojin hyung taught you.”

As you head closer and closer to the top, you can hear the frustrated bellows of your target more and more clearly. 

“Cursed Bang Christopher Chan. He thinks he’s so good creating his own mafia,” the man stated. The floor above you shook slightly as dirt and dust displaced from the bricks due to the man’s frustrated pacing stomps. “Stray Kids aren’t even that good. They’re just kids who got lucky.”

You stopped before a ladder leading up to a wooden trap door above you. You assumed you reached the top due to the clarity of the man’s voice.

“The C4s are set,” Seungmin informed through the in-ear piece. “I’ve already headed out, I’ll see you at the rendezvous.”

You climbed up the wooden ladder. The old wood creaked and moaned under your weight.

“Bang Chan is playing a dangerous game. It’s time to show those kids that this business isn’t a game they want to be playing.”

You reached the top as you ever so slightly pushed open the trap door just enough to have a peek through. You see two sets of feet, one of your target and one of his goons.

“What do you intend to do, boss?”

“Going to send Bang Chan and Stray Kids a message,” the man gazed at you at the trapdoor unbeknownst to you due to your limited line of sight.

Your earpiece buzzed back to life. “GET OUT OF THERE!” Seungmin’s voice boomed with urgency. Over his exclamation you can make out his rapid footsteps and labored breathing as well as the loud crunching of dirt and gravel beneath his feet.

“We’re going to show Bang Chan what it means to play with fire. You play with fire, you’re going to get burned.”

The man grabbed his goon and tossed him over the trap door. The weight of his body slammed into the wood door against your head causing you to slip off the ladder falling to the floor below with a loud thud and groan.

“GET OUT!” Seungmin panicked. “I’VE LOST ALL CONTROL OVER THE C4. SOMEONE’S OVERRID-”

“Say goodbye to your precious member, Christopher,” the man seethed as he jumped off the tower landing on one of the rooftops below. He pulled the trigger on the ignition device he had in his hand.

One by one you heard explosions go off as you feel the building shake and crumble around you as each and every one of Seungmin’s C4 went off.

You felt no pain as the dark building lit up as you became engulfed in flames.

Somewhere in the distance, the demolitionist’s knees buckled at the sight of the building collapsing and burst into flames leaving nothing behind other than rubble, ashes and smoke.

Seungmin collapsed to his knees as he screamed in horror.

~

Seungmin barges into Hyunjin’s room, the door slamming against the wall loudly. The impact can be heard echoing down the hallway as the walls shook lightly. Hyunjin jumped in response. His mechanical wings expanded as he went into a fight or flight stance with a stern look on his face. His face didn’t lighten up at the sight of Seungmin, his posture, however, did straighten up.

“Get out, Hwang,” Seungmin snapped. Hyunjin didn’t respond. His mechanical wings flared a bit in response due to his nerves acting up towards Seungmin’s harsh tone.

But Hyunjin had a responsibility as the group’s medic. You had just been extracted from the hospital in the middle of nowhere and you were still fully bandaged and injured. Seungmin stomped forward towards Hyunjin as the medic quickly went into a defensive stance.

“Move”, Seungmin’s voice is dripping with venom.

Hyunjin let out a small tsk as he flashed two fingers indicating that Seungmin only had two minutes. Hyunjin side stepped Seungmin performing a series of hops to gain traction for his short glide towards the door closing the door silently behind him. Once the door closed, Seungmin felt his strong walls shattering and come tumbling down. Seungmin’s stern expression fell into one of weep and despair. Seungmin gasped out whimpering softly as tears well up in his eyes. As he trudged over to your unconscious body, he felt his knees buckling. Within a few feet of your cot, Seungmin collapsed to his knees, his hand grasping yours gently as he sobbed into your bandaged arm.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,” Seungmin sobbed. “It’s all my fault.”

Seungmin sat upright a bit as he delicately rested his hand on your head taking extra precaution as if you were made of delicate glass.

“I should’ve listened to Chan hyung. I shouldn’t have brought you. It’s all my fault,” Seungmin sniffled.

“Dummy?” Seungmin whispered. “Dummy, can you hear me?”

The sound of the door knob wiggling and the slight creaking from the door opening slowly prompted Seungmin to shoot up to a standing position and to very quickly wiping away his tears with his sleeve as he faced the figure in the doorway.

“Time’s up, Seungmin,” Hyunjin stated.

“Whatever,” Seungmin’s voice cracked slightly as he put up a strong front. He walked passed Hyunjin purposefully bumping shoulders with the medic. Hyunjin looked onto Seungmin’s back profile with an unreadable expression as Seungmin closes the door behind him.

~

It had been the same, just like that day back then.

The destruction.

The flames.

The looming black smoke.

The smell of death, so much death.

Only this time, Seungmin was a bit more stubborn.

Seungmin had successfully extracted both you and Minho from the rubble that used to be “Paradise.” He had unceremoniously dumped Minho’s unconscious body in the hallway before Hyunjin’s door. 

Seungmin was no medic, but he knew his way around bullet extraction and gauzing up deep injuries. He kept you locked up in his room with your unconscious body wrapped securely in his arms under the sheets of his bed. Seungmin’s sniffles can be heard throughout the empty room. 

“I’m so sorry,” Seungmin sobbed. “I shouldn’t have gotten you involved. We could’ve found another way.”

“It’s all my fault,” Seungmin choked out.

“It’s all my fault,” Seungmin’s voice could not have sounded more broken.

!!!PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING CAREFULLY!!!

~ \\\ ~ Bearing Update ~ /// ~

Kim Woojin : 53

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan : 55

Lee Know | Lee Minho : 55

Seo Changbin : 50

Hwang Hyunjin : 50

Han | Han Jisung : 50

Lee Felix : 50

Kim Seungmin : 60

I.N | Yang Jeongin : 50

~

Back to the Present

Mission Briefing

Location: Walled Settlement

Weather: TBD

Date: 20XX 

Time of Day : TBD

Mission Objective: Follow the lead provided by Bang Chan

Mission Partner: 

Which Stray Kids Member do you want to bring with you for your next mission?

Kim Woojin (Light Injury)

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan (Will not be available until 1 members have gone)

Lee Know | Lee Minho (Heavily injured// Will not be available until 2 members have gone)

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han | Han Jisung 

Lee Felix 

Kim Seungmin (Will not be available until 3 members have gone)

I.N | Yang Jeongin

New Voting Opportunities

At this point on, you can now send SKZ members to side ops missions. A brief preview of this works can be seen with the underline quote “according to I.N during his recon mission.” It will be more fully understood later on when the time arises.

Note: The same mission constraints apply to these as well. The point of this is to have the reader to put more thought into who they send on a main mission. The main idea of this is to limit the pool of members so it’s not ALWAYS the best fit being sent on the mission (or this story will be a bajillion chapters long.) HOWEVER, the bearings will NOT be updated with those who are sent on these missions, and the amount of time they will have before they will be available for the next main mission or side op will be randomized between the numbers 1-5.

2nd Note: These side ops missions will have a 100% SUCCESS RATE despite whether or not the member you send is fit for the job.

3rd Note: ONLY the side ops missions will have the “None” option, meaning the missions won’t be taken and the member will remain on standby. The main idea for this is to create “opportunities” during the main story missions and when you choose “none,” you lose these opportunities.

So when opportunity knocks, do you open?

2) Side Ops 1: Gather resources to restock on supply.

Which Stray Kids Member do you want to send on this mission?

Kim Woojin (Light Injury)

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan (Will not be available until 1 members have gone)

Lee Know | Lee Minho (Heavily injured// Will not be available until 2 members have gone)

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han | Han Jisung 

Lee Felix 

Kim Seungmin (Will not be available until 3 members have gone)

I.N | Yang Jeongin

None

3) Side Ops 2: Recon mission to learn more info on the surroundings

Which Stray Kids Member do you want to send on this mission?

Kim Woojin (Light Injury)

Bang Chan | Bang Christopher Chan (Will not be available until 1 members have gone)

Lee Know | Lee Minho (Heavily injured// Will not be available until 2 members have gone)

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

Han | Han Jisung 

Lee Felix 

Kim Seungmin (Will not be available until 3 members have gone)

I.N | Yang Jeongin

None

3 Voting Opportunities. Please Vote on All 3!!!

Main Mission

Side Ops 1

Side Ops 2

Overall Statistics

Voting Rules

[sambukasam]

M is for Mutual Masturbation

Summary: Sam and the reader place a bet on who can get off the fastest

Request: Anon: I love the abc series so much!!! Can I request mutual masturbation to be sam x reader?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: masturbation (female and male), sex games

Word Count: 1541

A/N: this is barely proofread i hope it’s ok

ABC’s of Sex Masterlist ↔︎ Normal Masterlist

"Okay, so it'll go like this," you began, looking up from the laptop in front of you where you were getting ideas for your latest game, "one person at a time. The person watching is in charge of a timer. The person getting off has two minutes to come. If you don't, you swap roles. Yada yada yada, keeps going until someone comes. Whoever does first is the winner."

"You ready to play now?" Sam asked from where he was lying on the bed. One of his arms was behind his head while the other was tossing a ball up into the air, catching it each time before it could fall on his face. His legs were bent so that his feet could plant on the bed, and you were practically drooling at the sight of his bare thighs. He was naked except for the pair of underwear he had on now, hair still slightly damp from the shower he had just gotten out of.

"Baby I was born ready."

"Care to spice it up even more?" He called over to you.

"What did you have in mind?" You were already shifting in your seat, thighs rubbing against each other to alleviate some pressure. You knew that whatever he came out with would be something that you'd love.

"Loser has to do whatever the winner says and doesn't get to come for a whole month."

"You're on," you said as confidently as you could.

"Get over here and get naked," he shot back at you.

You shivered at how easily he ordered you around. The dominance dripped from his voice without him even needing to try and think about it.

You shut the laptop down and stood up, taking the time to push the chair back under the desk. You grabbed the bottom of the shirt you stole from Sam's closet and tugged it off over your head. Your sweatpants went next, leaving you in just your panties.

You looked up absently and saw Sam had propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of you taking your clothes off, the ball rolling forgotten off of the bed and onto the floor. You bit your lip at the hungry look in his eyes while his boxers bulged even more than usual from how hard his cock was growing.

You slipped your thumbs under the waistbands of the panties and turned around snapping the elastic against your skin. You grinned at the wall you were facing at the harsh sound of him sucking in air behind you, bending over and pulling them down as slow as you could.

When they were off and you were back standing up properly, you tossed your head to the side to look at him from over your shoulder. His mouth was hanging open slightly as his hand absently paled at his erection.

"Boxers off, big boy."

He smiled up at you, eyes twinkling and blown dark with lust. He lifted his hips up and unceremoniously managed to get them off, leaving his hard dick free to spring out. The head was already a pretty pink colour just a shade darker than the rest of his skin, and precome was beading at the slit.

Your mouth watered at the sight, and you were already aching to touch him. It looked like this was going to be a lot harder in practice than it had seemed in theory. When your eyes made their way back up his he had a cocky smirk planted on his face, one that you were itching to wipe off.

"Best get comfy princess," he grinned. He tossed a pillow at you and you leaned it under your waist to prop yourself up. You were at opposite ends of the bed, his legs spread and his feet easily reaching past your waist due to their length.

You spread your legs as wide as you could in between his and brought one of your hands up to your mouth. You sucked two fingers into your mouth, moaning filthily around them. His cock twitched with interest from where it lay against his toned stomach, leaking and looking mouthwateringly good.

"Ladies first," he said, with an eyebrow quirked to urge you on.

You rolled your eyes at how obvious it was that he thought he was going to win. Still, you obliged, bringing your fingers from your mouth and to your nipples. The wet made them feel extra sensitive against the cool air, and they immediately began to harden up. You trailed your fingers to the other one, giving it the same treatment,

"Stop stalling and start touching your pussy, I'm starting the timer now."

You obeyed wordlessly, one of your hands moving down and between your spread legs. You looked up and made eye contact with him while you circled your hole teasingly, the other reaching up to pinch at a nipple.

You let out a soft moan and slipped a finger in, a second quickly joining. The hand at your nipple dropped down to rub your clit. Your eyelashes fluttered at the pleasure which you were slightly exaggerating to get a reaction out of him. His fists clenched tightly at his sides and his jaw clenched, but other than that he made no attempt to move. You knew you had to amp up your play, you had less than a minute left to get yourself to come and couldn't afford to waste time trying to tease him.

You curled your fingers to rub your sweet spot, moaning loudly. Your hips bucked up into your hand and the fingers on your clit began circling even faster.

You groaned in defeat loudly when the timer went off and you stilled both of your hands.

He chuckled at the sight of how frustrated you were, wrapping a hand around his cock while he nudged the phone over to you with his other. You pressed start on the timer and watched as he instantly dived right in, his fist stroking his cock tightly, taking the time to play with the head on each upwards stroke.

The precome was freely leaking down his fingers, and there was a small sticky spot on his stomach from where his cock had been resting while he watched you. He was worked up from watching you play with yourself, and he moaned before he bent both of his legs to plant his feet on the bed.

A quick glance at the phone showed you that he had thirty seconds left, and when you felt the bed rock you looked up to see him thrusting into his clenched fist.

You could see he was close, but you knew that he wouldn't be able to finish that fast. Sweat was starting to bead along his hairline while the veins in his throat stuck out. You fidgeted where you sat, flustered from how intense it was watching him go through all that pleasure but not being able to touch him at all.

You were relieved when the timer went off because you were starting to worry that he would manage to come and win.

You giggled lightly at the frustrated noise that filled the air. He carded one of his hands through his hair while his other long arm reached down to snatch the phone from where it lay between you. When he showed you that he had reset the timer you were instantly going back to work, determined to bring yourself back to where you were - and then further. Hopefully far enough to get to come and win, leaving Sam to be the one stuck not being able to get off for a month.

Your two fingers were curling back familiarly inside of you, not pounding in and out but instead focusing on massaging your G spot. The other hand on your clit was going as fast and hard as you were comfortable with. The fact that you were trying to get yourself off as quickly as you could felt unfamiliar, usually this feeling came from Sam's hands, and he tended to prefer to draw out your pleasure.

The thought of Sam's hands being the ones touching you, his calloused fingers being the ones rubbing your clit was what sent you barreling towards your orgasm.

"Ten seconds left," Sam said in an almost whisper, and you quickly returned to your fantasy, welcoming the extra pleasure it brought.

You came before the timer could hit three. Your stomach clenched tightly as you felt the knot that had been growing tighter and tighter inside of you release, every bit of tension in your body ebbing away and leaving you only to feel pure, raw bliss. You were moaning wantonly and almost forgot Sam was there until you heard him groan.

You laughed shakily while he enjoyed his last orgasm for a month.

"Fuck you," he panted out while cum dribbled out of the head of his cock and down his fist.

You leaned back on the bed and closed your eyes. "This is going to be an amazing month," you sighed out, a smile forming when he flicked you in the cheek before you felt the bed shift while he got off it.

"I'm gonna go clean up, I'll be back in a second."

You hummed in acknowledgement, sinking into the mattress while you plotted all that you'd do for the next few weeks.