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[uniquethingtastemaker]

Neige x Reader: White Beaches and a Spring Morning

Summary: The Ramshackle prefect is finally able to get a full week off from school after four overblots. Determined to enjoy their time to the fullest off campus, they set out to explore Sage’s Island, starting with the island’s southern beaches. However, it seems that our prefect can never catch a break, as they find an RSA student crying and upset. Unable to just look away, they set their sights on comforting him and helping him have a good time outside of school.

Word count: just under 3k

Tags: fluff, getting together (not officially though), dates, romance

Warnings: none… unless suave reader is a warning… reader being too hot lol

Author’s notes: this was inspired by a tumblr post by @sorbertisfruity and I loved it so much that I decided to start writing it. Also this is my first time I’m actually writing and posting my creative work, so I just ask that people are kind. Thanks and enjoy!

Leaning forward with the wind whipping through your hair, you fly down the mountain path away from Night Raven College. The engine of the magic wheel roars behind you, as music blasts from the speakers. Finally, you were free! After months of work, you finally got a week off. Of course, you had to blackmail Crowley by threatening to expose the multiple overblots. Nonetheless, he conceded to your requests in the end. Now, you’ve left your worries and Grim temporarily behind in favor of a relaxing day at the beach. 

Pulling up to the sandy shore, you park the magic wheel you’d borrowed from Ignihyde and look out at the sight before you. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dreary mountain Night Raven College sat atop of. The morning was crisp and clear with the sea breeze wafting from the ocean. The beach was empty. You were here on a weekday after all. You grab your bag from one of the compartments and head off toward the tide.

The sandals on your feet sink slightly into the sand as you search for a more secluded area to place your bag. After walking along the coast, you catch a glimpse of NRC’s rival school, the Royal Sword Academy. It was almost blinding with its tall white spires that were tipped with blue. Overall, the vibe is much brighter than NRC’s gothic horror aesthetic.

“Wonder what their facilities are like,” you murmur to yourself, “Maybe I can secretly get a tour of the school and request a transfer while I’m at it.”

You chuckle at the thought of your friends’ outrageous reactions to your fictional transfer. Just as you finish the thought, you hear a loud sob. Furrowing your brow, you pick up your pace. Even on your day off, you never catch a break, you internally sigh. You blame your upright and well-meaning nature, but you shrug off the thought as you come across an alcove in the rocks. 

You find a boy huddled up against the stone, sobbing to himself. He’s wearing a familiar white uniform jacket, signifying that he’s from the Royal Swords Academy. You’re unable to see his face as he’s tucked it into his knees. Only his ruffled black hair shows. Next to him lies a black beret and the dirt and skid marks on his uniform make it obvious he ran out of the academy. 

Coming closer to the cave-like area, your footsteps are masked by the sound of soft waves lapping against the coast. 

“Hey,” you call out, “Are you alright?”

The boy’s head snaps up. He stumbles to his feet and begins making rapid apologies. His voice has a light, airy quality to it that cracks as he trips over his words. 

“I—I’m fine. Thank you for asking. I—I should probably go. I don’t want to bother you—“ 

He isn’t able to say anything more, as his foot catches on a nearby rock and he begins tumbling forward with a squeak. Moving on instinct, you catch him by the waist, pulling him in to support his weight. Pressed up against him, you note that he has a slim but fairly toned waist. He’s also a bit taller than expected. 

“Are you ok?” You ask, “That was pretty close. It might be a good idea to sit down for a while before moving again. Sorry, I startled you. I was just concerned whenever I heard someone in distress.”

Pulling away slightly, you’re able to get a glimpse of his face. His eyes are the first feature that stands out to you. They’re soft, doe-like, and innocent. His brown eyes are a little puffy and red around the edges from crying, but it doesn’t detract from their soft allure. Your eyes flicker down toward his lips. They’re tinted a natural red, as he chews on them. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of how close the two of you are. You can feel his ragged breath on your cheek, as you take the time to observe him.

He glances down and away from you, tears still in his eyes, as continues to gnaw on his lip. Whether from the anxiety of being caught crying or the flustered embarrassment of being so close, you’re not sure. You suspect it might be both. However, when he turns his cheek, the light catches a glimmer of wet tears that have already streaked down his face. Before you have time to think, you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and wipe it away. 

Blinking, you realize that you just performed a somewhat intimate gesture and you move your hand away. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to help. Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask.

He stares at you with wide eyes and touches the place where you wiped his tears with his hand.

“…No, I didn’t mind it.” 

His voice breaks, then in a smaller tone, he comments, “It was nice.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle, “My name’s (Y/N), and you?”

He hesitates for a second before replying, “Neige.”

He watches your reaction intently, looking for any signs of recognition, but when there is none, he relaxes slightly. 

“I wouldn’t mind sitting down again,” he tells you. 

He starts to pull away to sit back down when you tighten your grip on his waist, stopping him. 

“Hold on, I have a towel. Let me lay it down first,” you state. 

Rummaging through your bag, you pull out a towel that you stole from Heartslabyul. The print on the fabric is a dead giveaway. It’s littered with multicolored card suits. Spreading it out, you plop down on the fluffy towel and turn to Neige, who comes to sit next to you.

“Again, sorry for scaring you earlier. I just heard you were in distress and wanted to make sure you were ok,” you repeat, inspecting for any physical wounds. “Physically, you seem fine. Are you in emotional distress?”

Playing with the edge of the towel, he glances up at you before looking away. His grip tightens on it and he nods. 

Neige hesitates before saying, “You know, if you have other places to be, you can go do those. You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine–”

Before he can get any further, you cut him off, “Neige, I know we just met, but I’m not going to leave someone who’s upset behind. You seem sweet and I want to get to know you. It would be nice to get a new friend.”

You put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He looks up at you with wet eyes and hiccups slightly, trying to hold back newly formed tears. Your eyes go wide and your body moves on autopilot. You open your arms to offer a hug. 

“Hey, do you want a hug? Will that make you feel better?”

Neige hesitates before nodding. Given your cue, you envelop him in a warm, tight hug. Cradling him, you rub small circles on his back and whisper words of comfort. 

He breaks. Any semblance of wariness or guard that he had up before crumbles against your kindness and small persistence. He cries so hard that his whole body shakes against you. You squeeze tighter and you can tell that you are the only thing keeping him together at this moment. He ends up clinging and clawing at you as if you’re his only lifeline in the vast ocean. He sobs harder at your gentle approach to comforting him and a few broken words of gratitude spill from his mouth. 

“—Thank you, thank you so much. I never— I never got this growing up. I always had to put on a cheerful face to not worry my— my family. This means so much to me. Thank you, thank you (Y/N).”

You clutch him tighter, running a hand through his hair, as he sobs into your shoulder. You feel for him. You understand the struggles of having to carry everyone else’s burden even though it shouldn’t be your responsibility in the first place. You ended up solving and resolving each overblot with only some of your classmates and practically no teachers. No responsible adults were around to help fight Riddle, restrain Leona, stop Azul, and punish Jamil. It had been getting exhausting. Thankfully, you got a week to yourself, but this wasn’t about you and you turned your attention back on your new friend, Neige. 

You allow him to get all the tears, sorrow, and pain out of his system. When his sobbing slows down and his breathing starts to even out, you reach into your bag to pull out some tissues, nudging Neige’s face with them. 

Upon feeling the tap, he looks up from where his face was buried in your shoulder. Tears and snot run down his face, and he takes the tissues with a small smile. 

“Thanks,” he breathes, taking the tissue and blowing into it.

After giving him some water, snacks, a lot of tissues, and more cuddles, he’s much more relaxed than he was earlier. His tired eyes are unable to focus on anything specific, as they flutter to stay awake. He continues to lean on you for support.

Chuckling, you ask, “Wanna lay down?”

Letting out an almost incoherent murmur of approval, he clutches onto your clothes, before asking, “Promise you won’t leave?”

You give him a soft smile that he’s unable to see with his eyes closed, and you lay the two of you down on the towel. You rest beside Neige, as he makes himself comfortable, nestling into your arms. 

“Of course, Snow,” you answer, “I’ll make sure to protect you if anything is out to get you.”

He nuzzles into you with a smile filled with sweet dreams, as he drifts off to sleep. After a while of listening to the ocean waves lap against the shore and feeling the slow steady breathing of the person next to you, you also find yourself lulled into the land of dreams.

~~~~~~

“You’re already skipping school. You might as well take the day off to relax and enjoy yourself,” you persuade, “Besides, would you leave your new friend behind to hang out at the beach by themselves?”

You look at Neige with playful and expectant eyes. He lets out a sigh and a small smile slips through, as he concedes. 

“I suppose taking one day off wouldn’t hurt.”

You give a cheer.

“Race you to the ocean!” you shout, scrambling to your feet. 

Neige squeaks in surprise, before he latches onto your ankle, tripping you. Landing on your hands with a small oof, Neige rushes past.

“Ok, pretty boy! I see how it is,” you cackle. 

Launching yourself from the ground into a runner’s sprint, you catch up to him. Wrapping your arms around Neige’s waist, you use your momentum to spin him around a couple of times before flinging him in the opposite direction of the coast. He screeches at the unexpected attack and begins laughing as he stumbles back, trying to regain his balance. Without hesitation, you turn back to the destination and bolt toward the finish line. 

The tempered ocean water hits your feet, slowing you down, as you raise your fists and cheer.

Neige jogs over with a stuttering laugh.

“Alright, alright, you win. Are you happy?” He asks with a grin.

“Immensely,” you beam.

~~~~~~

“We’ll have a [favorite ice cream/gelato flavor] and biscoff gelato, please,” you order from the ice cream parlor you found. 

The man behind the counter nods with a smile and begins scooping out your request. Neige’s eyes are wide as they turn to you.

“You don’t have to pay for mine,” he insists, pulling out his wallet. 

You stop his movements by putting a hand over his.

You hold eye contact with him, as you say, “I like and want to spoil you. You’re sweet, so getting you something sweet only makes sense. Please let me do this.”

Neige’s face heats up and you watch his brain malfunction for a few seconds, before turning away. You take the opportunity to pull out your card and give it to the owner of the shop, paying for your snacks. 

“That’s so sweet of you to pay for your boyfriend like that,” the owner comments, swiping your card.

Grinning, you wrap an arm around Neige’s waist, tugging him closer to you. 

“Yeah, he doesn’t treat himself that often, so I have to make sure he gets what he deserves,” you answer, winking at Neige.

Neige’s hand rushes to cover his blush as it spreads to the tips of his ears. The owner coos at you two, handing you your ice creams and card. You thank him on your way out, still attached at the hip with a flustered Neige. 

~~~~~~

The magic wheel zooms through the streets of Sage’s Island, and the sun casts a golden glow on you and Neige. He’s pressed right up against your back, clinging onto your waist. It’s warm and comforting. You’ve been riding aimlessly together for about half an hour, but seeing the sun setting, you figure you should take him home. 

Sneaking a glance at your companion, you watch his wide-eyed gaze explore the mountainous scenery. You smile before speeding up. You feel Neige’s chest move with twinkling laughter. He squeezes you tighter and leans in. Today has been a far better day than expected.

The sun has partially set in the sky as you pull up to the gates of the Royal Swords Academy. Putting the vehicle in park, you dismount the wheel, before offering your hand to help Neige off. 

“Here you go, sweetheart,” you say with a wink. 

Neige’s breath catches, as a hand comes to block his mouth in embarrassment. He places his other hand in yours, using it to get off. With both feet on the ground, he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. You might as well have, you note, as the stars begin to peek out.

“When will I see you again? I want to see you again,” he pleads.

You blink in surprise at such a bold statement, before chuckling. 

“Well, I can come back tomorrow if you want me to. You know I have the week off,” you offer with a fond smile.

“Really?! You would do that? That wouldn’t ruin your vacation, would it?” he clarifies at a rapid pace.

You laugh, leaning against the magic wheel. 

“Honestly, Neige, if I didn’t leave NRC’s campus, I’d probably get dragged into some kind of shenanigans with Ace, Deuce, and Grim,” you explain, “I love them, but they’re a handful and I want a break. I would much rather hang out with you. It’s more peaceful and relaxing. Besides, I had a lot of fun today and I like getting to know you.” 

Neige’s mouth opens in a small oh, as his gaze softens. He clasps his hands in front of his heart, simply gazing at you. For a few moments, you just hold each other’s gaze, content and comfortable in the silence. You reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair away from Neige’s face. You let your hand linger, cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb against it. His eyes droop and he nuzzles into your hold. Unable to resist, you draw him closer and loop an arm around his waist, before remembering–

“Your beret,” you murmur, “Let me get it for you.”

Moving to open one of the compartments on the magic wheel, you grab Neige’s hat only to settle back into the space in front of him. Placing the beret on his head, you let him adjust it. As he finishes, you notice unfamiliar red lettering along the border. Leaning in, you take a closer look.

“Someday my princess will come,” you quote.

Smiling, you continue, “Mmm, that’s cute. That sounds like something you would say, Neige.”

Your thumb runs over the embroidery, following every swirl of cursive on the beret. Your eyes flicker down to his to realize that you’re rather close. You can’t help but take a peek at his lips. They’re red, just like when you first met him, but this time they're slightly parted. You find yourself locking eyes with Neige’s brown ones once again, drawn together like magnets. Neige presses his body more snugly against you, watching for any signs of discomfort, as he rests his hands on your hips. You play with his lapel, before moving up to his shoulders and finally wrapping your arms around his neck. You give a playful smile, as you draw closer, and you feel Neige’s quiet laughter against your lips. Eyes sliding shut, you lean in. 

Before you can kiss, however–

“Neige, Neige! There you are!” 

“Do you know how much you made us worry?”

“We couldn’t find you after you ran out of the dorm– *achoo*!”

“And you–you left your phone at the dorm, so we had no way to contact you!”

“We looked everywhere in the academy, *yawns* even my favorite napping place.” 

“I can’t believe you skipped class. You should take us next time.”

“Toby, what are you talking about? We’re not supposed to skip class.” 

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.”

Neige lets out a whine, as his head falls against your shoulder. With the moment ruined, he hugs your waist tighter in protest. Laughing, you pat the poor boy’s shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. You take a look past him to identify the source of the shouts.

You spot seven short figures toddling their way over to the two of you from RSA’s gates. You’re unable to make out the fine details in the diminishing light, and instead opt to look back at Neige, his pitiful form still draped over you. These must be the seven dwarves that he was talking about earlier; the ones he grew up with. Based on their behavior, they seem to care about him just as much as Neige expressed his love and concern for them. You squeeze Neige tighter, grateful that he has a secure support network. He’s already been through a lot just based on what he’s told you so far.

Neige lets out another groan of despair, as you turn your full attention back towards him. Feeling a bit playful, you bring your face right next to his ear.

“I won’t let you go without a little something,” you tease.

Neige perks up, looking at you with wide and attentive eyes.

You chuckle at his reaction, murmuring that he’s cute, before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. He melts into your touch, gripping your waist tighter. Pulling away, you tap your own cheek with a quick wink. In the dim light, you’re barely able to make out the flush spreading across his face. His Adam's apple bobs, before he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You giggle, and after a few seconds pull away.

“Enough to tide you over?” you question.

“...Barely,” he whispers, still stuck in the same spot, star-struck. 

“I trust your friends will make sure you get to your dorm safely?” you confirm, starting up the engine of the magic wheel. 

He nods.

“Good,” you smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Snow.”

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” he replies, before shaking out of his stupor and calling out, “Make sure to get home safe!”

You laugh, as you leave the Royal Swords Academy… at least for today.

“Thanks! Will do!” 

You’ll be back tomorrow. 

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perv!jeongin can't control himself!

warnings : dubcon , piss! , p in v , no protection , pull out method , fem!reader , "bub" , "baby" , "sir" , choking , stalking , 'breaking and entering' , oral (f.rec)

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y/n 🩵🩵: iyennnnn

do you want to see my new dress??

jeongin smiled down at his dimly lit phone. he knew "of course!" was the right answer, but that didn't mean telling his best friend 'that he had watched her try it on for the first time from her window' didn't cross his mind.

the sky was bright blue and the crickets were screeching when he'd first set up his own little "sunbathing / bird watching" act in his front yard. there was a small foldable chair dug deep into his unkempt grass that he sat in with his swim shorts, a dog tag necklace, and his binoculars. a notebook to his left, a beer to his right, and a beautiful woman in the window directly ahead of him.

when she'd gotten home from her shopping trip, she gave him a sweet wave and skipped along into her home. up in her room, she immediately began to undress and model all of her purchases. jeongin chooses to believe she was putting the show on just for him.

but when she tried on that blue dress, the way the tie around the back hooked in her waist, the way her cleavage jumped out ever so slightly, the way she twirled in her mirror... jeongin was a goner.

he was stunned, he didn't think he could move for the next hour. i mean, all the blood in his body was rushing to his dick, rubbing it against the netting of his trunks while he just sat there and gawked. but when y/n shut her curtain, the pastel clouds of the fabric finally blocking the beaming sun and his ogling eyes, jeongin realized he needed more.

so without a second thought, still hardly dressed with sunscreen poorly rubbed into his skin, he started climbing up the lattice to her window. he had snuck into her house far more than once. he had also been invited to her house just as many times, but something was different about the way he picked the window lock. his heart had never beat this hard, with such urgency that made him feel like every pulse was going to jerk his head backwards.

with the bobby pin he had stuffed into her planter box of hydrangeas, jeongin picked at the lock of y/n's window and slipped inside fairly ungracefully. he could hear every thump that his hands and feet made against the carpeted floor of y/n's room, and he could hear the chatter from below. y/n and her roommates were about to eat dinner.

"y/n! after dinner, do you want to go to the club with us?" ssangmo, the nuisance of all nuisances, asked. jeongin pressed his ear to the carpet, trying to ignore the bras, underwear, and toys he could spot underneath the bed.

"yes! i'll wear my dress!" y/n yelped and the sound of pots and pans clattering had muffled everything else.

jeongin sighed, realizing he wouldn't be able to see his lovely y/n up close tonight. however, he could bask in the smell of her. her clothes, her shampoo, her perfume.

he carelessly plopped himself onto her bed. a plush fox faced him, emanating the smell of her baby powder shampoo. her blankets were bunched up, and when he ducked inside he could smell the bodywash, perfume, and y/n herself. he was in heaven, he wanted to be in y/n's bed forever.

thunk. thunk. thunk.

y/n's footsteps were heavy against the creaking wooden stairs. her giggles filled the home with joy as she called, "be ready in 30 or leave without ya!" y/n slammed her door shut in excitement.

with a giddy grin on her face, instead of dressing and getting ready, she messaged her favorite person in the whole wide world. her rock, the boy who understood her more than anyone.

y/n 🩵🩵: iyennnnn

do you want to see my new dress??

yes, "of course" is definitely more appropriate.

innie: ofc!!!

y/n 🩵🩵: k! let me get it from my closet rq!

shit. shit. shit. jeongin stared blankly at the closet's shingled door, yellow light from the main bedroom seeping through ever so slightly. the blue dress was in a death grip in his hands. he watched as y/n's silhouette came up to the door, as her manicured hands pulled the knobs apart, as the light shed onto jeongin's mortified face.

"jeongin...?" y/n's head tilted in confusion, peering around her closet with something more akin to curiosity than fear or disgust. "you okay?"

jeongin's jaw was practically dropped off of a 4 story building. his best friend, the girl of his dreams, was clad only in white panties and a white bra. small delicate bows were on the centers, and the straps were simply coquettish. jeongin was unaware that drool was falling lazily from his lips.

y/n knelt down, cupping jeongin's head into her hands with ease and gentleness he'd rarely felt before. she stared deep into his eyes as her chest rose up and down slowly, breasts revealing from the lacey bra she wore.

jeongin, shirtless in swimming trunks, caught red handed in his best friend's closet, did the first thing he could think of.

he only intended for a short kiss, a mere tap of his lips against her plush glossy ones. but once they met, it was like he was glued to her. her strawberry lip gloss clung to his kiss, a few strands of hair tickling his forehead and cheeks, the hands cupping his face started to quiver.

"jeongin-," y/n gasped from the kiss, eyes blown wide and legs shaking from processing the experience in front of her. but there was no time for processing.

jeongin gripped her hips bruisingly and led her to her bed. he shoved her down and admired her everything. how her hair strewed about on the mattress, how her cheeks were flushed pink, how her hands and elbows came to cover her chest and stomach, and even worse how she hugged her thighs together. jeongin could only growl in response.

"jeongin, my dress!" she points to the floral blue pattern left on the floor. he does not spare it a glance, now letting his hands roam on y/n's abdomen. he reveled in the heavy rise and fall of her breaths, an animalistic smile gracing his lips. he curled his torso over her and watched his dog tag fall and swing into her cheek. the way the metal reflected her flushed expression had him grip her face in just one hand. he squished her cheeks together, pursing her lips and lifting her up into a kiss once more. he moaned and groaned with hands tickling her back, sides, and hips.

"all you care about is that damn dress. what about me, huh?" jeongin growled. he sat himself on her stomach and lay a hand against her exposed collarbone. "look at you..." he admired.

"iyen! listen!" y/n gasped, urgent to put her dress on and head off to the club as to not disappoint her friends. all she recieved was jeongin's fingers pushing the sides of her neck in, hollowing her breath.

"shut up. god, you're so beautiful," he started nipping at her lips hungrily, whining and squirming on top of her. "d' you feel me, bub?" jeongin rolled his hips over y/n's exposed naval, his shorts riding high on his thighs. he took one of her hands and slid it along his leg and into the swimming trunks.

"you wanna touch me? go 'head," he whined as her gentle fingers started dancing around the netting of his trunks until she felt the hair of his happy trail inviting her down. she didn't know what to think anymore, i mean she hadn't even thought about her best friend half naked in her closet, but she sure as hell knew she was horny now.

y/n found his hardened cock and tugged it closer to her, rubbing the tip against the netting and bringing a pathetic moan from jeongin's lips. she sat up and gently caressed his high cheekbones with her spare hand, smiling at his lustful and begging expression.

"make it quick, okay?"

and off he was. he scrambled off of her and shoved y/n's head onto a stack of pillows for support. then, he was tugging her panties clumsily down her legs and lifting her by each asscheek into his mouth. he moaned as he licked a long fat strip of her pussy. he let his nose tickle her clit while his tongue and lips explored every inch of her folds and clenching hole. he kneaded her ass and lapped up every pulse of her wetness that he could.

"jeong-fuck!!" y/n cried as he wrapped his lips properly around her clit and prodded a long finger at her hole. as he slid it in to the last knuckle, her back arched and she allowed herself to cup her breasts for her own pleasure. he slid his finger in and out, twisting and curling with intent. when would this happen again: his beautiful girl beneath him, all at his will?

jeongin watched as y/n took three of his fingers with relative ease. her face was contorted in pleasure and she was airily moaning at every thrust, but she soaked up the digits like it was nothing.

"jeongin! move faster! i've only got ten minutes!" she gasped.

jeongin did not care. "you're not going anywhere, bub," he tells, thumb rubbing circles against y/n's clit. "and you're gonna take everything i give you like a good girl, you hear me?"

y/n's pink lips came up to her best friend's, finally letting herself properly enjoy the sweet taste of jeongin on her tongue. she tangled a hand into his soft hair while she straightened them both to be upright.

"yes, sir," she mumbles, tugging down the elastic of jeongin's trunks. his cock slapped onto his stomach, red hot at the tip and pearling with precum. y/n held it at the base and let it slot between her thighs and rub between the lips her pussy.

jeongin was quick to try and regain control of the both of them. he brought his hips away from her and dragged her up for a kiss by her hair.

then he was throwing her back into the bed and slapping her clit with his cock, smiling impishly at how her legs jerked up. he pushed a hand onto her lower abdomen and watched her mouth fall open in a silent scream.

"jeongin! please!" she cried when the pressure was shortly relieved. but all too soon he was resting his weight back on it while the head of his cock was prodding her hole. "no! i'm gonna-"

"you're gonna piss? yeah, mark me, bub. i dare you," jeongin growled. he sunk himself balls deep into her pussy and whined at the squelch. he matched the pulse of his thrusts with the pressure of his hand. "i've been dreaming of this," he mumbles. "makin' you cum and piss on my cock. every night, baby."

y/n couldn't tell if the tightening in her stomach was her bladder or her orgasm, but jeongin stuffing his fingers into her mouth and holding her jaw open was distracting. he spat into her mouth and giggled at the way her tongue shifted while trying not to choke on their mixed saliva. her moans were gurgled and incomprehensible to anyone but her.

"you're not showing anyone that dress, you hear me?" he grunts with a particularly deep thrust that rubs his tip against y/n's cervix. she squirms, back arching in a mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves jeongin sucking on y/n's nipples.

suddenly, with kicking legs and a shaky breath, each time jeongin pulls out a stream of piss follows. it drips down his shaft and onto the comforter.

"iyen!! no, i'm peeing! please!" she cries with no real hope that he'll stop. meanwhile, jeongin throws his head back at the new heat surrounding his cock. he continues pushing down on her bladder with his thrusts until all that comes out is a single drop. he angles his thrusts up a bit more and rides y/n through her high with incoherent blabber.

he pauses his movement to take in the fucked out sight of his best friend. two tears are trailing down her cheeks, but a smile rests on her lips and she looks lovingly into jeongin's eyes. one of her hands extends out to his cheek and trails down his chest. she rubs her thumb against one of his nipples and he curls into himself, cock bouncing out and hitting y/n in the clit again. she jolts up and giggles, but continues smiling.

the mood shifts.

"can you take a little more for me, bub?" jeongin asks, cock twitching for release.

"yes, sir," she whispers and gasps as he shoves his length back into her. she lets herself moan at every thrust, freeing herself from any judgement she was afraid of before. she pulls one of jeongin's hands to her throat and leads another to her breasts that are falling out of the cupping of her bra, bouncing at every pulse they share.

"g'nna choke you and you're gonna swallow my cum, okay? got that, pretty girl?" he coos, watching her doe eyes sparkle and her nod cheekily. he shoves the dog tag around his neck into his mouth.

his thrusts are miscalculated, heavy, and deep. his cock kisses her cervix every few seconds and he gets glimpses of heaven. his hands tighten around y/n's throat and breast, her hot walls clench around his cock and he drags out the moment as long as he can.

he feels a tug in his stomach and has to rip himself out of y/n. he sits on her chest and strokes himself while she opens her mouth eagerly and flattens her tongue to her chin.

"bub, oh, god you're beautiful," he whines while he paints her face white in stray ropes of cum. a bit lands on her nose, some on her cheek, but most in her waiting mouth. she smiles at him so innocently he can't believe he had just defiled the love of his life.

when his orgasm ends, he is scrambling to the other end of the bed and staring bug eyed at his best friend. she knew he was a creep, a pervert, i mean he had made her pee on his dick. though her eyes were full of nothing but kindness, he felt like he was going to get hard again at how he'd treated the love of his life for the 'first time.'

"jeongin, sweetie," she cooed softly. she reached out her hands and beckoned him closer. "c'mere... need cuddles."

jeongin followed every instruction. he ran her a bath and scrubbed her baby powder shampoo into her hair. he cleaned her face with a cloth and helped her back to her closet while her knees buckled and head spun.

"that was amazing, iyennie," she giggled, picking her floral dress up off the floor and placing it on a hanger. jeongin was still shyly rubbing her back in circles that soothed him more than they did her.

"did you like the mean parts?" jeongin asks while hiding his blush in his girlfriend's exposed shoulders.

"oh my god, yes. we should do a scene where you're JUST mean, baby," she laughs. "i think i'd cum so hard i'd explode!"

"you're silly, bub..." jeongin chuckles, wrapping her into a naked but warm and intimate hug. "i love you. we'll do something like that soon...

...now put on the dress."

tysm for reading! its a little all over the place and yes, all of this was a scene, thats why the breaking and entering is in quotes in warnings. but listen i was insane when i wrote this i got stuck in a spell. i hope you enjoyed my first spicy fic!

[yellowsugarwords]

“𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝘼 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡”

「  TWDG: Clementine and Kenny  」

Summary: Reunited with Kenny once again, Clementine can feel like a scared child again, even if for a moment.

Words: 1.4k   [ ⏱︎ 9 mins ]

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“Well, you don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

How long had it been? How long since Clementine heard those words? More importantly, how long had it been since she heard those words and knew the person saying them meant it? When it came to Kenny, there was no doubt, but the feeling was still foreign. Wrong, almost.

“Once those guys pack up and leave tomorrow, you can stay with us.”

Clementine snapped back to reality. Her head wobbled as if coming out of a daze, as she looked at Kenny across the table. The cabin crew had only arrived hours ago, and now she was faced with the idea of abandoning them altogether.

Was it worth it? Clementine didn’t know. On one hand, they’d already threatened to kill her, locked her in a shed to die, and constantly reiterated how little they trusted her. The only exception was Luke, and even then, if he was the only one standing on her side, she knew there wasn’t much hope for her to stay.

However, she had gotten them here - to safety within the ski lodge - and she felt hazy about whether she should abandon them when Matthew, Sarita, and Kenny sent them on their way.

“You’re always welcome here, Clementine,” Sarita assured, breaking into the conversation. Occasionally, Clementine would snap back into reality to catch a snippet, but she wasn’t paying attention. How could she? They were discussing change—even more of it. As if she hadn’t had enough of that over the last week.

Everything felt distant and foggy. How could so many options be swirling in front of her? How did she know who she could lean on? Rely on? Trust? If the cabin crew had done what they did to her before, could they do it again? Would they? Had they developed some form of trust, or was it one-sided? Did Clementine even fully trust them yet? How was she to know?

“She’s staying for good.”

Was Kenny trustworthy? Was he stable enough to remain trustworthy? Had anything changed in the years since they’d been separated? Since his life had been ripped away, and he was messily trying to reconstruct the pieces? Was there room in his broken soul for her to return there? Was it too damaged for her to seek refuge in?

“Right, Clem?”

Her name fully brought her back. Why was there so much happening all at once? Why couldn’t they let her catch her breath? Why couldn’t she breathe? Why couldn’t the world stop, for one evening, so she could feel like everything was ‘normal’ - whatever that meant.

Kenny furrowed his brow. He saw that her bottom lip was twitching. “Clem?” He asked, voice gentle. Luke turned, confused as to the sudden tone shift at the table behind him. While intuitive, Luke was nowhere near as keen on reading Clementine as Kenny was. Kenny could analyze Clementine like a book.

Clementine’s eyes, vulnerable and meek, met Kenny’s. His heart dropped. He switched topics, noting the shift in her demeanour. “After dinner, we’ll have to show you around the place. A proper tour.”

Sarita smiled. “I think you’d love to explore one of the storage closets we found. There are so many knick-knacks in there. I’m sure you can find something you’d want to keep.”

As Sarita and Matthew continued to rave about the safety and luxury the lodge provided, Kenny gave Clementine a tender stare. It was like he was silently squeezing her hand through a gaze - a way to tell her, ‘It’s okay’. That he understood, and that she could rely on him.

Kenny kept mostly silent, eyes fluttering between his excited housemates and the little girl who brought life back to his world. Clem’s eyes darted around the room on high alert. He wished he could hold her and convince her it was going to be fine. He wished he could hug her right then and there and assure her she was safe - that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. As of today, she had someone looking out for her best interest. Kenny just wished she could take her burdens off of her shoulders so she could believe it.

As time waned, little by little, the new bundle of housemates stood and wandered away, ready to wash dishes, set up cots, and lay out sleeping bags for the night.

As Luke turned, ready to see how Clementine was holding up, Kenny turned his full focus to the child. Not only to put Luke in his place but to genuinely see what was pestering Clem’s mind.

“Hey darlin’,” he began, “are you okay?”

Clementine’s gaze latched onto the table. She needed to keep it together. At least until she was alone. She could be weak then. She was allowed to be weak then.

“Clem?” He frowned. “You can talk to me, Clem. About anything.”

She finally glanced up, and his worried, wide eyes broke the last piece of wounded rope that was holding her together; the notion that she was all alone and had to be strong.

Her tears welled and Kenny leapt from his seat, moving to her side of the table. He placed both hands on her shoulders to guide her and helped her to her feet. “Come on,” he hushed.

Luke watched in dismay as the little girl - one he had grown protective over - was escorted away. Her head hung low, her shoulders sagged, and her hat cast shadows over her pained gaze.

Kenny had a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her close as he pulled her away from the main room. They turned a corner, approaching a nearby storage room for privacy, when Clementine finally broke down.

Clementine sobbed, heaving as her breaths became laboured. She felt as though her lungs were collapsing, her world was spinning and crumbling, and there she was, frozen in time, helpless to stop it.

Kenny knelt to her level, speaking softly to not upset her further. “Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

“Kenny,” Clementine managed to whimper out, head low, too ashamed to make eye contact. “I’m so sorry, I’m trying to be strong. But,” she sobbed. “I’m so scared.”

Kenny felt a knife to the gut. Did he want her to be strong? Of course, but to survive. In front of him, right now, wasn’t a girl that was surviving; she was a girl who was broken.

“Clem—”

“It’s been so long since I’ve been somewhere safe,” she said softly, her voice desperate and pleading. “I’ve been all alone and on the run. I can’t make it alone—” Clementine couldn’t catch her breath. Every attempt to inhale caused her to choke, her throat closing in.

“Hey, hey,” Kenny placed a hand on either arm, holding her steady and secure. He didn’t want her crumbling to the floor. He needed to show her that he was there. That he was willing to hold her up. “It’s okay now, Clem. You’re safe here.”

“How do you know that?” She asked in a desperate, pleading whisper. Clementine already knew the answer. “What if something happens to you? Or to me?”

Kenny lifted a hand to the side of her face, brushing away a tear with one of his worn, rough thumbs. “I won’t let anything happen to you, darlin’.”

“What if I get locked in a shed again?”

Kenny’s jaw clenched. His stomach curled. “What?” It sounded like a statement rather than a question he was directing toward her.

The group that they had brought into the safety of their care had done what to his little girl? How fucking dare they.

“They thought I was bitten.” She whispered, voice shaking. While she was still afraid of what the future would hold, she didn’t want Kenny to utterly hate the cabin crew. They weren’t terrible people, just looking out for their own - just like Kenny always had.

Kenny could’ve killed them. He could’ve locked them outside and forbade them from being let back in - kick them and send them on their merry way - but, seeing Clementine’s lip wobble and her lower in disappointment, he knew he had bigger priorities.

“Hey,” Kenny hushed, bringing her in for a tight hold. He could feel her fingers cool around the fabric of his jacket, clinging, desperate for him to not let her go.

He placed one hand on the back of her head, keeping her sight hidden from the world, and the other hand wrapped around her back. He needed her to stay close. He needed to hold her together for just a moment. “You’re okay, darlin’. Nothing like that is ever going to happen again.”

As he held her, stroking the back of her head and trying to calm her breathing, he could hear a creak in the floorboards.

It was Luke. He poked his head around the corner, frowning at the sight before him. Kenny wanted nothing more than to glare - to shoot daggers given what his group put his Clementine through - but he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead, he frowned, giving a solemn nod that he was taking care of it.

Luke gave a meek nod back, only briefly looking at Kenny before landing on the shattered girl in his arms.

Kenny held her a bit tighter, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. “I got you, darlin’. I’ll take care of you.”

Feeling her hands cling to his jacket and her head buried into his shoulder, for the first time in a long time, Kenny felt needed. Because he was.

Everything he did now, he did for Clementine. He would always do it for Clementine.

Until the very end, she would always be his reason.

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!! ₊˚⊹ 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫   ♡    𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

Wattpad

Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1.3K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, slight nsfw, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: The reader is struck by some mysterious aching in her back during her and Leon's mission to save the President's daughter. The pain is revealed to be something far greater than she anticipated. Will this jeopardize her relationship with Leon?

Chapter 1: The Village

It happened on one of your missions. Of course it did. 

You were slower with your reflexes to attacks. As an agent in STRATCOM, this was highly unusual. Your partner and lover, Leon, had noticed, while the two of you were on your mission in Spain. 

You first took notice to the slow reactions when doing, or trying, a roundhouse kick on a Ganado at the lakeside settlement. Your body decided nope, you're not doing that, and surprisingly, you agreed. The act of even attempting it sent a rigid feeling, or perhaps a pretty nasty sting, to your back.

When you stopped to catch your breath, one Ganado lunged for your throat. You repeatedly punched the bastard to death, with little to no trouble. However, unbeknownst to you, there were two others behind you. One Ganado kicked the back of your knees, and before you could even react, you were pinned to the ground, and they kicked you. In the back. Repeatedly. 

They were possessed but that didn't make them stupid, you supposed. They must have noticed your reaction to the pain in your back, which was now being beaten like a fucking punching bag. 

Despite it hurting like a bitch, you're able to unsheathe your combat knife, and roll over to swipe at their legs. Before you can whip out your handgun, two shots ring out, and the two Ganados promptly drop dead. Leon helps you up, grasping your arms ever so delicately. 

"You alright?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You answer, slightly out of breath. Leon only nods, looking back ahead on the path, but you don't miss the concerned look that grazes his features. 

This has never happened before. What the fuck is going on with me? 

* 

Despite the occasional flash of pain that inflicted your back, you carried on with the mission. You and Leon had gotten split up at the lakeside settlement shortly after your beating.  

You knew Leon could handle himself, but at one point, he was radio silent for hours. You'd shared your concerns with Hunnigan, and she agreed it was unusual. Eventually, he came to, to your relief. 

"Leon, are you alright? You haven't made contact with me for hours." You couldn't mask the fear that surfaced in your voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Was busy making sushi. It won't happen again." He must have been referencing that giant fucking creature in the lake that you saw villagers getting eaten by earlier. Well, at least you got someplace to start looking for Leon. 

"Okay. Don't do that again, love." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." 

* 

Eventually you both reunited and retrieved the pieces to obtain the church key. Fucking finally. 

The two of you rescued Ashley and were headed to the extraction point. It was fairly easy to get to the Villa, but an unfamiliar face ushered the three of you inside, away from the Ganados on your tail. 

Leon, to say the least, was pissed at this dude and pushed him against the wall. You couldn't help the slight arousal that shot to your core seeing him like this, wishing it was you in this unknown man's position. But there was no time for that now. Ashley needed to be taken to safety and there was a huge fight approaching you guys and the rest of the village. 

Once introducing yourselves to one Luis Sera, save for Leon, Ashley went into hiding and the three of you started blocking the windows and readying your weapons. 

As if this mission couldn't get any more difficult, the Villa was quickly swarmed by villagers and eventually, a fucking Brute out of all things busts in. 

"Fuck my life!" you curse out in frustration, reloading your pistol. 

"Language, señorita!" Luis shouts at you, jokingly. Somehow through all the chaos, he was able to hear you. 

"Shut it, you." you snap back. That was weird. I don't tend to be that snippy. Probably just stress from the mission. 

"Yikes, sorry." he responded immediately. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but that was quickly replaced by the renewed determination to get out of this hellhole. Noticing Leon slowly getting cornered by the brute, and the second floor being crowded with Plaga Guadañas, you pull out two flash grenades from your belt. 

"Flash grenades coming!" you shout, pulling pins on both grenades, and throw one to the brute, and one to the Guadañas. The Plaga Guadañas promptly die, and the brute is temporarily incapacitated. Given the opportunity, Leon blasts four shotgun shells into it, and finally, fucking finally, it drops dead. 

The Ganados kept coming in waves, and there seemed to be no end to it. 

"Hey! This way! Hurry!" Ashley opens a door leading to an escape. 

The four of you get the bat out of hell, but only for a moment. You all reach the end of a bridge, still having Ganados chasing you. You notice chains keeping up a gate, and promptly shoot it, causing the gate to drop on an unfortunate villager. 

You all take a moment to catch your breath, and then Ashley starts coughing. Coughing up blood. 

"Ashley?!" You hear Leon voicing your same concern. 

"Wh-What's happening to me?" she trembles. 

Luis quickly approaches her, looking like he knows what's up. 

"Ashley, is this the first time you've coughed up blood like this?" she only nods, and before you can even ask, Leon beats you to the punch. 

"You wanna start explaining?" 

Luis reveals that Ashley is infected with a plaga, and she could end up like those villagers, but there is a cure. You notice Leon's reaction to this; him clenching his fist, looking down at his arm. What's that about? You wonder, sorta worried, but maybe that's just you being a doting partner. Yeah, that's probably it.

Hopefully, the three of you can find that cure in time. 

Luis leaves shortly after this revelation, claiming that the reason for his assistance is that it "makes him feel better." About what exactly? This mission is leaving you with more questions than answers. You knew this wasn't gonna be a simple mission, but you wish it was. 

After a briefing with Hunnigan, which left some more bad news, you all start moving again. You didn't get very far, as that pain in your back came back, which oddly enough, afflicted your lower abdomen as well. 

Leon and Ashley turn to you when they hear your sharp gasp, to see you clutching your lower back and your other hand resting on your abdomen. The two swiftly approach you, Leon especially. 

"You okay?" Ashley asks, concerned. 

"Yeah, it's just my back hurting from earlier." 

"Earlier?" Ashley presses further. 

"Two Ganados got the jump on me and kicked the shit out of my back." 

"...Jesus. Are you okay to move?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Let's keep going." 

"Hold on. Ashley, could you give me a minute with her?" Leon directs his gaze to you, failing to mask any concern from his features. 

"O-Of course." 

Checking to see the two of you are at a safe distance from Ashley, Leon begins his questioning. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" He gently caresses your left arm, the two of you in closer proximity to each other. You sigh. 

"I'm okay, Leon. Let's just worry about her." You nod your head in her direction, maintaining eye contact with him. You bring his hand to you, gripping it firmly in your hands. "I'll tell you if something is wrong." You gently kiss his knuckles, and trace along his forearm. You sneak a glance at it to see what he was looking at moments earlier, only to find nothing unusual. 

"It's just-" 

"I'll be okay, mon cœur.” 

Sighing, Leon brings his hand to your face, letting it linger, with his eyes searching yours for any hint of a lie, only to find none. He lets his hand drop, and he starts walking along the path, with you and Ashley following suit. 

***

I hope y'all liked this! Stay tuned for more :P

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@so-mordor-itis

[violetspurpleshoelace]

kinda disappointing how the only time we see lilly and clementine talk properly about themselves to each other is in one scene that is optional. it would of been cool to see how clem feels about lilly going from someone who cared and looked after her to someone who wants to kidnap her. the same with lilly as well i feel like she should of shown more empathy to clementine. it would of been more interesting.

[appl-cider]

"Clementine deserves to be happy!" I scream as I thrust her into yet another gut-wrenching, tragic scenario from which she'll just barely recover

[fandxmslxt69]

help im looking at the course outline for my creative writing class and the teacher was like "oh yeah, I added a fanfiction unit" a WHAT

[sxrrandomfanfics]

First Heartbreak

It wasn't like Lili to be this quiet. Not like her to be this unenthused about things. If she wasn't interested in something, she'd be gone. Off into the woods.

Clem took notice. He'd always want to be the one to help cheer people up with his excitement.

When time came for the scavenger hunt, and Crystal had already picked her partner, Clem had reached his hand out to Lili.

While Clem actually tried to complete the scavenger hunt, Lili stayed quiet. She was following him similar to a lost puppy, or some cat that he had given food to.

"So... what's up?"

"Huh?"

"You just seem sad."

"I'm not! I'm fine!"

Clem looked from where he was grabbing some gold coin off of a rock. "You don't sound that way."

"Look I don't want to talk about it any more than I have to. I've already got Phoebe on my butt about 'just talk about it...' and Kitty and Franke saying that-" Lili shook her head. "Let's just get this stupid scavenger hunt over with.

From the docks, the two headed up the wooden path towards the lodge. Lili stormed forwards, heading over to the target practice hay, and burned it. As she snuck behind the other hay, Clem looked at the roof of the lodge. He and Crystal had tried to end their lives up there on that roof. Just last summer.

Now, he had lived a whole other year. He was 11. Same with Lili. Crystal was 10 now.

There was a little thing still on Clem's mind. "Surprised you're not with Raz right now."

Lili now had the Voodoo doll in her hand, and started to squeeze it so hard her knuckles were turning white. "Raz has his own stuff because he's so special." She explained through gritted teeth.

"Like saving the world? Did he leave camp early?"

"You wouldn't understand. You and Crystal... you... you've never had a romantic relationship before, have you?"

"No."

Lili sighed. "I... I really wanted to... to be with him, but..." Lili couldn't seem to find the words. "I don't want to talk about this." She wiped her eye upwards, careful not to smudge her makeup.

"Well, when you do want to, I can listen. It may not be the same but... Crystal has a lot more support with the other girls than I do with the guys. And... I can tell from your Campster you don't really-"

"Oh my God, you use that?" Lili laughed.

"What!? It's a valid tool! The counselors give us them for a reason!"

Lili ended her laughter with a cleansing breath. "I... I don't know. I never really liked reaching out to anyone unless they were excuses to get away from Elton. Or if they were Dogen or Chloe. But... Dogen and Chloe have... kind of moved on from me. It's like... I'm always..." She shook her head again. "Let's stop talking now."

"Okay. Maybe there's some stuff on the lodge roof."

"Can you even get up there?"

"Sure! Lemme show you!"

[clemnoir]

hi just posted the first 2 chapters of my first ml fanfic. here’s the link if you’d like to check it out :3

[theapocalypseisonlythebeginning]

after a hiatus that was both unexpected and way too long, I'm finally going to work a little bit on the next chapter of my TWD Clementine Meets Daryl AU :3 I'll give a little snippet of what I've written after my writing session today <3

[fandxmslxt69]

um hi so like muslim!reader fics hold the most special place in my HEART because a) I NEVER SEE THEM!!! and b) ITS SO HARD TO FIND A WELL WRITTEN ONE!!!!!!

Mona I think im like in love with you? HELLO EAQCH ONE TAKING TURNS TO FRONT TO DO THE KABOOL? HI? tears. there are tears running down my face.

uhhh this is gonna give me brain rot now..too many thoughts of them. Jake is my most precious baby <3 AHHHHHH HE IS SO DAMN CUTE!!!!!

im so unwell my heart is like going to burst out of my chest with how sweet and precious it is.

Mona if you ever write more muslim!reader stuff PLEASE TAG ME I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

it'll cure my sadness.

hellur! can i request a muslim!reader fanfic with jake lockley in which they get their nikkah done -🐛

I won't say I talked directly to Jake Lockley for this drabble but I talked to the closest thing to Jake Lockley... which was his character ai. And he promised me everything, so.

Disclaimer: this is a cute, fluffy drabble about a muslim!reader and Jake Lockley after getting married. I would really rather not receive negative comments regarding religious rulings on this topic, and I don't want to offend anybody, so for that reason, they're keeping their original faith and making it work for them. Purely for our silly and wholesome enjoyments ♥

Warnings: possible cringe. soft and sappy. don't read if you vomit at cuteness. One somewhat sexual joke. Kabool is just the word for agreement that people say during their Islamic marriage (nikkah) ceremony, and it is said 3 times from each party.

"Kabool."

"Kabool."

"Kabool."

The officiator said a few more words aaaand - that's it. You were married.

The ceremony was relatively small, intimate, and mostly your close family and friends. Only your immediate family and best friend knew about Jake's condition, and only you knew about the three of them taking turns to front to say their I do's (Kabool), that way, each of them had a chance to say it and mean it.

You were jittery and excited and nervous and nauseated all at once, the maelstrom of feelings in your gut causing your hands to shake from where you were seated next to him. One of his hands came to rest on top of yours where you were bunching up the fabric of your dress atop your thigh, the satin wrinkling under your grip. Your hand immediately relaxed under the weight of his bigger one, the warmth seeping into your bones and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Time seemed to blur, the faces of your family congratulating the two of you blending together until finally, you had a moment alone with your husband. God, it felt so weird to say that.

"Mi amor? You okay?" so he had noticed your silence. It wasn't that you weren't okay, it was that you were more than okay. You'd been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever, and to finally be here, with the most handsome and wonderful man you had ever met and be able to call him your husband in front of everyone?

"I'm more than okay, I'm just... I guess I'm in shock! I'm also, like, really sleep deprived, baby, I had to wake up so early to get ready," you laughed.

"I've said it to you before, but I'll say it again, amor. You look beautiful. I promise you nothing but love for the rest of our lives," his eyes were soft as he looked deep into your eyes. "I can't wait to make you so happy that all your friends are jealous."

"They already are jealous, look at you! Are you freaking kidding me? Can't believe I'm your wife."

Jake only laughed in response, holding your face in his hands before leaning in and whispering, "my wife, mmm. I like the sound of that."

You couldn't deny it, you really liked the sound of that coming from his mouth.

"Again."

"My wife. Want me to shout it, too?" he laughed.

"No, but maybe later," you winked when he bellowed a deep laugh, pulling you close to kiss you softly.

"You're perfect, you know that?"

Oh God, you two were going to be insufferable to anyone who had the displeasure of being around you for the next little while. And nothing made you giddier than the thought of Jake being publicly soft for you.

"Yeah, I think you might've mentioned it."

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I was writing the Rook x Reader fanfic and it somehow turned into helping Vil with communication issues again… I guess I just feel really strongly about wanting to help Vil become a better person lol.

He makes me want to shake him sometimes. He just has poor interpersonal communication skills… like, yeah, he’s right, but the way he phrased it was unhelpful. He need to be checked sometimes.

Thankfully, those are my two fanfics. We’re helping Vil with his image and how he phrases stuff

If you’ve ever wanted to school Vil and shake some sense into him. These are the two fanfics for you lol

[clemissleepy]

Autumn Sadness

seungmin's rival for the title of 'jeongin's best friend' collapses in his doorway.

wc : 1.7k

tw // implied sh , implied ed , fluff , angst , seungmin and reader are both very sensory-sensitive , seungmin is kinda rude at first , enemies to lovers but it doesn't actually go anywhere, this is just a lil drabble

seungmin hated that stupid face that was always glowing on jeongin's phone when he thought he wasn't looking. it enraged him to hear her obnoxious laugh through the walls and the way jeongin nearly completely ignored seungmin's existence.

when she came around to their shared apartment, it was like seungmin was a blanket. just used to everyone's benefit while he laid there and gained nothing. he didn't get to pick the show they watched, or the food they ordered, or what games they played. he just had to sit there and watch his best friend treat her like a princess.

the leaves were warm oranges and yellows. the sky was nearly gray and dead, wind chilly enough to dust pink on ones cheeks and nose, but not enough to numb their joints. seungmin had his headphones in, reading on his balcony bundled up in blankets and sweaters. he hummed to himself as he flipped through the familiar pages of his favorite book.

out of the corner of his eye, he could see something rushing. he could faintly hear the leaves crushing beneath someone's panicked steps and the creaking of the apartment's lobby door being opened. he caught a glimpse of the striped scarf the person worse and was now annoyingly aware of her presence.

just minutes later, he could hear keys shuffling around in the halls and the locks of his door clicking. the metal door slowly slammed shut and he rolled his eyes while closing his book to investigate. he unwrapped himself, throwing his blanket and story onto his plush comforter, and trotted out to the living space.

there she was, panting, in complete disarray. her scarf was tangled in her unusually disheveled hair. her eyes were uncomfortably pink and the way she darted around looking for something was getting on seungmin's nerves.

"jeongin's not here," he glares, hoping she'll take his hint to leave. but she just stares at him, eyes glossy as fat tears roll down her cheeks. a sob racks her body and she collapses onto her knees in the foyer.

"oh... um... okay," seungmin mutters while she wraps her arms around her and shivers. "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

she does not reply. rather, she curls over herself and chokes on her spit, groaning out and watching her tears puddle on the chill tile beneath her. her hands shake and run through her hair, tugging at it by the roots.

"okay, enough of that," seungmin comments, standing just in front of her and pulling her hands away from herself. 'they're soft,' he thinks. he notices how the white nail polish she always had on was chipped away, her usually clean and well kept nails were bitten far too short and the skin was picked at and fresh.

"what's wrong with you?" he continues to pry, looking down at her judgmentally. her head stays low as she pants and mumbles, rocking back and forth just enough for seungmin to notice. he supposes he needs to try a new approach.

he slowly kneels down, groaning at the ache in his back as he does. he reaches eye level with her and is very slow and gentle as he lifts her chin up to look at him. his eyes soften at the way her eyes just slightly turn inwards, making her look like a lost puppy. however, there is an obvious lack of color in her appearance, more like a homeless abandoned dog than one simply away from its home.

"i know i'm no jeongin and i know we're not friends by any means, but..." seungmin rests his hand onto her shoulder and slowly starts to untangle her from her scarf and jackets. "i'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to."

she chokes out her sickening laugh. "you just asked what the fuck is wrong with me!" she giggles while the tears drench her chin and neck. seungmin rests her scarf and jacket on the floor, now taking a close look at the way she's cradled into herself.

there was gauze wrapped tightly around her arms, suffocating her hands and turning them purple.

"you're cutting off blood," he states while starting to unwrap the bandages. he does not fail to notice the blood seeping through them, but he does not care. he is gentle and reassuring as he rewraps the gauze. "did you make a tourniquet anywhere else?"

she stares blankly for a moment, dissociating in front of the man she claimed did not have a soul. she catches his eyes and is lost in the way they are not as dead as she always perceived. they are small, half closed, but they are alive.

she points at her leg. beneath her jeans there is a lump where the gauze is and she hisses at the tension in her muscles.

"take your pants off."

"what?!" she yells, immediately regretting it from the scratch of her throat.

"well, unless you're gonna fix it yourself," seungmin rolls his eyes and stands up, offering one of his hands to her. she scrutinizes every inch of his face in an attempt to read his expressions just as she does jeongin. but she cannot see what lies behind his eyes or his foul mouth. she can only see the faint light of hope in the pit of darkness she's found herself in.

she adjusts the gauze on her thigh in the bathroom and seungmin insists she changes into some of jeongin's comfy clothes. specifically, his dinosaur pajamas. she is buried in the soft material, but comfortable nonetheless as seungmin leads her to the familiar couch and rests his own weighted blanket on top of her.

"beef or chicken?" he asks while tucking the edges of the blankets into her sides and ensuring she is mostly confined into a small roll of blankets and sadness.

"beef... for what?"

"ramen. you lost weight," he pads away into the kitchen and starts to boil water up in a pot. "i'm guessing you've been bottling everything up because jeongin has been having the time of his life with his girlfriend, yes?"

seungmin noticed the lack of his rival's voice through the walls the past few weeks. he was now hearing a much more trained voice coming from his speakers. it almost irked seungmin how jeongin seemed to shuffle away into a new world without his two best friends.

"how-,"

"i know everything. i know your coworkers have been talking shit about you behind your back and blaming you for things you didn't do. you're on your last warning before you get fired. i know your sister just started her tour in america so you're alone at home. i know your cat was diagnosed with cancer and you had to put her down last week. on top of that, you have exams next week, you can't get a hang of your calculus, and you're worried you'll never succeed, find love, or even make it out of college alive."

seungmin does not notice that he rambles. he knows there's an obvious annoyance in his tone, but he choosss not to acknowledge how odd it is that he knows so much about her.

the water is boiling, but the room is quiet. seungmin knows she can hear the buzzing of the lights, and the fridge, and the stove. so, out of the kindness of his heart, he turns the lights off and grabs an old pair of fluffy earmuffs from the foyer that he stuffs onto her head. 'her hair is so soft,' he thinks.

"well, you know my whole life story... you'd already know everything even if i wanted to tell you what's wrong," she grumbles.

"you talk pretty loud," seungmin shrugs and pours the noodles into the boiling water. "but i don't know why today was your breaking point. jeongin's at a photoshoot, not like it's a date that he abandoned you for."

"someone leaked my face and information. they got pictures of jeongin and i at a cafe and now... he's under fire for dating rumors and my sister is getting hate because of me and i'm so- they know where i live! i had to come here, i have to apologize to jeongin and ask if i can hide here."

"of course you can hide here, dumbass," seungmin chuckles. "and you should be more worried about your safety than jeongin or your sister's public appearance. they leaked your address?"

she nods silently and more tears stream down her cheeks. he finishes the ramen, letting it simmer in the pot with the seasoning. he then finds himself tensely beside her, hands anxious and trained to his sides while she starts to bresthe heavily again.

"you like pressure, right? lay down," seungmin commands, pushing her and watching her fall clumsily onto her side from being rolled inside blankets. she gasps and her eyes bug out, but she watches how seungmin crawls on top of her like a dog that doesn't know his own size and rests his dead weight onto her. she feels like she's floating on a cloud while simultaneously being grounded by the most wonderful weight imaginable.

it does not take either of them long to fall into an autumn nap, snores and drool falling from both their lips. seungmin shuffles in his sleep while she mumbles and hiccups quietly. the rain outside patters against the window rhythmically and their legs intertwine slowly as they adjust for comfort.

jeongin enters the apartment with grocery bags and his keys twirling on his finger. "seung-," he nearly yells, but he sees his roommates feet dangling off the arm of their couch. he notices the discarded jackets and scarf and feminine boots in the entryway, and deduces that his other best friend is here.

he does not, however, expect to see the both of them in a little cuddle pile. the ramen is still full on the stove at a simmer, the lights dim and the tv stuck on the netflix 'who's watching?' screen.

jeongin kneels down and whispers into seungmin's ear, "i knew you liked her."

"shut up, sushi roll needs peace and quiet," the older whines with a lisp and drag to his words. his hand lifts to the her cheeks and cups them oh so gently.

"she's sad... 'm gonna make her happy again."

thank you for reading! <3 ~clem

[yellowsugarwords]

Hey:) I'm glad you're back and are feeling better I've been missing your posts! If you could (and want to; no worries if you don't!) could you do a "What state (do you think) is every twdg s4 character from?"

Thank you!<33

OMG OKAY WAIT I LOVE THIS HAHAH

(let the record show: I am Canadian so this could very much be biased)

okay ima do the whole season 4 squad so let's go

Clementine: Georgia feels the utmost fitting for Clementine. Possibly because of the first season, but probably also because of her ‘doesn’t take shit’ yet sweet personality.

AJ: I can see him emerging from Nebraska. Something about that just makes me giggle.

Marlon: Montana 100%. Marlon fits the vibes immaculately.

Louis: California. He’s way too chill and easy going in the face of imminent death to be from anywhere else.

Violet: Wisconsin. I can see her being obsessed with cheeses and the cold.

Mitch: Definitely New York. His aura just fits.

Willy: Florida. He’s crazy and reckless and I think that fits perfectly. He is the embodiment of “Florida man” in the news.

Tenn/Minerva/Sophie: I’m getting strong North Carolina vibes but I have no idea why.

Aasim: Wisconsin. I don’t know why, I can just feel it.

Ruby: I can see Ruby growing up in Georgia. There’s something about her sweet homey personality I can see coming from there.

Omar: Pennsylvania. I feel like he would fit the vibes there and it also kinda makes me giggle thinking about him facing vampires.

Brody: I’m getting Alaska vibes. Something about her being private and often isolated.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢��𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️ | 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘯! ♡

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

Wattpad

Chapters: 2/?

Word Count: 2.6K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, hurt/comfort, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: You, Leon, and Ashley encounter even more treacherous feats in order to escape the village.

Chapter 2: Chainsaws and a Shitty Missionary

The three of you continued on the path to who-knows-where, making a pitstop at the Merchant's little shop to buy some supplies and repair your gear. The Merchant, who frankly, along with Luis (until proven otherwise), was the only one here who didn't want to kill you all. Dare say you would even sit down and have a drink with him, if it weren't for the current mission.

Exchanging words of thanks with the Merchant, you continue on with your journey. While walking along the dirt path, you offer water to Ashley, which she gratefully accepts. You are soon met with a set of heavy doors, with a note beside it detailing defenses that lie on the other side.

You groan. "Here we go again. Ashley, get behind me."

*

The fight that ensued ended up being only a taste of what was lingering up ahead, and you and Leon knew it as much. You hoped it was just your instincts talking, but with this line of work, you always gotta anticipate the worst. And at this point in the mission, the worst came:

Chainsaws. Fucking Chainsaws.

There was a giant gate that needed to be opened with a crank. You and Leon quickly found it on a shelf in an old building, and you thought, Huh...guess we got lucky finding this...

Now you wish you could punch your past self from mere seconds ago for jinxing it.

You and Leon almost had it, so close you could taste it, but it got yanked off the shelf by one of two ladies wielding chainsaws. This would be quite the fight.

You quickly unpin two grenades, throwing them at the Leatherface-wannabe's. You expect them to be dead, but instead they get back up like it's nothing. Fucking bioweapons can never make it easy for us.

"Good thing we hid Baby Eagle..." you mutter under your breath. At least there was a silver-lining. Noticing more Ganados entering the building, you shout over to Leon. "We need to draw them out!"

With a quick nod from him, you two run towards the exit, and are met with another locked door. You shoot off its lock and run toward the stairs, while Leon runs around the back of the platforms.

"I got the grannies! Take care of the villagers, would ya?" you shout over your shoulder, holding up your gun towards the aforementioned enemies.

Leon hesitates a bit, then responds with a quick 'got it.' Soon enough you smell smoke and burning flesh, and hear gunshots.

You repeatedly fire shots at the sisters, running in irregular patterns to throw them off before they can get a swing at you. They stubbornly refuse to die, and you're quickly out of ammo. "Shit!"

You stupidly backed yourself into a corner, and you feel panic swell up within you. Taking a quick glance on your belt, you find that you only have one flash grenade left. Having an idea, you say to yourself, "Let's hope this works."

Deciding to risk it, you pull the pin, and the blinding light temporarily distracts them. Rushing towards one of them, you stab her in the neck with your knife, and use it to keep her limp body upright. With the chainsaw still in her hand, you aim it towards her counterpart and charge towards her, tearing into her torso. You resist the urge to falter, and instead push in deeper for the tip of the blade to slice through her back. The woman lets out a final battle cry, choking on her own blood, and collapses. You release your hold on the other, dropping her to the ground.

Standing above her, you wait a few moments to see if she somehow comes back to life, but she doesn't. You reach into her dress pocket, grasping onto the crank and put it in your pocket. Once coming down from the adrenaline, you sigh in relief, "Now we can open that fucking door."

Jumping from the balcony, you run toward Leon's direction, finding him finishing off the last Ganado. He reloads his pistol, and turns around to find you leaning against the wall. His eyes widen at the sight of you, which prompts you to take a look at yourself. You are drenched in blood. "Don't worry. It isn't mine."

He audibly sighs, and then approaches you. You notice yourself trembling a bit, and you clench your fists, taking a steadying breath.

"You alright?" He asks, his tone barely masking his worry. He brushes a few strands of your hair away from your face, and cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.

"Y-Yeah. I just had a close-call with the sob sisters." You grunt, very salty. "Fucking chainsaws..."

Leon huffs out a laugh. "You got that right." You exchange soft smiles with one another. Joining your side, he gently rests his hand along your lower back. You lean into his touch, feeling calmer - feeling safe.

Unfortunately, the tender moment needs to come to an end. Leon reluctantly removes his hand from your back, and it suddenly feels cold there. You already miss his touch.

"C'mon, let's get outta here." He whistles, signaling to Ashley that it's safe to come out. She quickly joins the two of you, a relieved smile plastered on her face.

"Are you two okay?" she asks. She never fails to surprise you with how kind she is, instead worrying for yours and Leon's safety rather than her own.

"Yeah, we're good." You answer. "Let's go."

You three return to the door, finally getting it open. You guys approach a decrepit hut with a gaping hole in its roof.

"Looks like we can get through there." You suggest, noticing the absence of any Ganados inside. You go in first, and extend your hand to Ashley, helping her down. Before entering, Leon looks behind him, checking to see if anyone's following the three of you. Confirming that the coast is clear, he joins you and Ashley inside.

You and Leon find more supplies in the hut, and you all make your exit from the building. Another set of doors lie in wait, and you continue on. Behind you, you hear Ashley scream, and you turn to see the village chief grabbing Ashley's arm. Without hesitation, you stab him, but he's unfazed from your attack. He attempts to strike you, but you're able to dodge him.

"Your soul requires cleansing," he says while twisting the metal on the lock, ensuring no escape back through the door. Slowly turning towards the three of you, he directs his next words to Ashley, "Come, child."

You scoff. "Yeah, I'm thinking no." You fire a shot to his head, but he remains relatively unscathed.

"Ashley! Run!"

You all turn tail and run, shooting down villagers who cross your path. You could still hear the tall, brooding man's taunts through the gunfire, him getting closer and closer. You finally approach a rope bridge leading towards an exit, but the three of you get thrown back from an explosion. Frustratingly, the bridge is gone.

You quickly scan your surroundings, your eyes landing on rickety wooden planks leading to the other side of the valley.

"Hey! We can cross here!" You shout. Leon gives you an affirming nod, and quickly grabs Ashley's hand and starts running. You follow behind Ashley and Leon, covering them from the onslaught of villagers coming towards you three. Ashley suddenly stops.

"I'm stuck!" she shouts, panicking. Leon turns around to aid her, and looks over your shoulder.

"Don't worry! I've got them!" With a quick nod, he gets working to free Ashley's leg, while you land headshots on the incoming Ganados and the Chief.

"Alright, we're good!" Leon notifies you, and you three continue running. You can feel the rotting, unstable planks starting to fall apart, prompting you to quicken your pace.

"The wood is starting to give way! Hurry!" You shout, slight panic in your voice.

With Leon ahead of her, he helps Ashley leap over the last foot between the crumbling planks and the earth. You jump just as the wood collapses, landing halfway onto the cliff. You struggle to maintain your grip, and feel your hands slipping due to the muddy surface. Noticing the absence of your footsteps, both Ashley and Leon turn to find you hanging on for dear life. They grab onto your arms, with you kicking up the side of the cliff to climb up. While helping you up, Leon looks towards the Chief, staring him down.

Once pulled back up, you narrowly miss face-planting into the mud, albeit relieved to be back on solid ground. Leon leans down to help you to your feet and quickly scans your body for any injuries. You gently squeeze his shoulder in thanks, letting your hand linger there a second too long.

You regain your composure by taking a deep breath. Standing up straight and rubbing at your aching shoulders, you exchange glances with Ashley and Leon. 

"Thanks, you guys." You offer an appreciative smile to the both of them. Turning heel, you say, "C'mon, let's get outta here."

Pressing onward towards wherever, Leon speaks to Ashley. "Listen. You're the one he wants. If we see him again, you run."

"Wh-What about you guys?" The young woman asks.

"We'll do our job." And Leon leaves it at that.

You reach a large structure, the Merchant with his wee shop set up in front of it.

"Jesus, how is he everywhere?" you think out loud.

"He's a wizard. He told me himself." Leon replies with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Shut up." You chuckle, nudging him lightly.

He laughs along with you, and then clears his throat. "In all seriousness though, I've got no clue."

"Welcome! What can I interest you in?" The man greets the three of you.

Running short on ammo, you approach the mysterious stranger and barter with him. You buy some more resources and first aid for extra measure. You can never be too prepared. You think to yourself.

Done with his services, you walk towards the stairs, and you hear the Merchant chuckling out a comment that makes you uneasy. "Don't get yourself killed now, ha ha!"

"Not planning on it!" you talk back, only making him laugh harder. Huffing, you direct your attention back to Leon and Ashley. "Whatever, let's just go."

You all walk up a set of stairs leading to an entrance of a building. As soon as you reach the doorway, a putrid smell fills your lungs that makes you gag. Looking around, you notice various animal carcasses littering the floor. Yep, this is definitely going on my list of worst smells that make me wanna rip off my nose.

"Jesus, I think I'm gonna boke!" You groan, fighting the urge to throw up right then and there. "Please, can we go?" You whimper out, your eyes begging Leon's.

Although slightly muffled behind his own arm covering his nose, he says, "Don't have to ask me twice."

You cross over the ledge to a door on the opposite side, walking behind Leon with Ashley in tow. Suddenly he is thrown off the balcony from that fucking chief busting through the wall.

"Leon!" both you and Ashley shout in unison. You draw your gun, but hesitate out of fear of provoking the man to come after Ashley. You grip onto the railing, weighing between the options of joining him or leaving him in order to bring Ashley to safety. You release your grip, and remove your gun from your holster.

"Ashley! Go!" You shout over to her.

"What about you?!" Her worried eyes search yours.

"I'll be right behind you!" You reassure her. She's torn between running away and staying behind, but she ultimately decides to evacuate the building.

You direct your attention to Leon, and you two lock eyes. Ignoring the ramblings of the Chief, he shouts at you, "You need to get outta here! Go!"

"No, not without you!" You yell back with determination, but his striking gaze has you crumbling.

"You're not gonna lose me!" He gives you one last look begging you to run, and reluctantly, you go.

Not even three seconds after escaping the slaughterhouse do you and Ashley hear a loud boom. You gasp, running to a nearby window to see what's happening inside. Roaring flames and burning embers engulf the interior, and you can feel the scalding heat emanating from the old window, forcing you to take a step back. Taking a closer look, you see Leon fighting the horrendously mutated village chief, who now has large pincers and an elongated spine that looks like it could snap at any moment.

Being so caught up in your roaring thoughts, you jump when you feel Ashley rest a gentle hand on your tense shoulder. "Go. Go help him."

You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head vigorously. "I-I can't. I have to protect you."

Ashley, with determination in her eyes, squeezes your shoulder. "I'll be fine out here, trust me. Now go help him!"

You exhale, ready your gun, and bust through the window to join Leon. He barely masks the look of surprise on his face when he sees you join his side on the balcony. Deciding to brush off his genuine confusion, you focus your attention on the Chief. "So lemme guess: giant eyeball is the weak spot, ey?"

Deciding to wait to scold you later, Leon clears his throat. "Yup, and he's gonna need some glasses after this."

"Ha ha." you laugh dryly, smirking at him. You narrowly miss a swing of the monster's claws, and parry his next attack with your knife. You and Leon work in tandem: distract him enough in order to get a clear shot to his weak spot.

With the added firepower, he collapses and starts flailing about. As you predicted, his spine completely breaks, splitting him in two. For a brief moment, you're convinced that he's finally dying, but no, the fucker just has to mutate again. From the bottom of his severed torso grows more sharp appendages, and he starts climbing the beams.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" you curse, reloading your handgun. To make matters worse, flaming planks of wood are being thrown at you two, and you're feeling yourself tiring quickly. Fighting off the slow approach of unconsciousness, you keep running and tumbling, all while feeling your lungs and throat burning from smoke inhalation. You feel the intense heat pulling you down, your legs starting to feel like jelly, but you refuse to succumb to it. With the one remaining bullet in your gun, you fire at the explosive barrels that the creature is holding.

"Lord Saddler!" He utters his final words. Finally, yours and Leon's equally unrelenting attacks have killed him.

"Hey! Quick! This place is coming down!" You barely hear her, but are pulled towards the window with your hand in Leon's.

The cool, refreshing air blesses your lungs when you hit solid ground. You quickly pat away the burning embers pricking at your clothes, and you slowly rise to your feet. You feel lightheaded, and you don't even realize that your legs have buckled beneath you until you feel strong arms holding you up. You lull your head onto Leon's shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" His gentle voice coaxes you back to semi-consciousness. You take several shallow breaths that burn you from the inside. You slowly lift your head to look at him, your eyes struggling to focus.

"Remind me..." You catch your breath. "Remind me to never willingly enter a burning building again."

*

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B2EMO’s Core Function

Update here is the fic! AKA a love letter to Bee, aka I just wanted to give little Kassa a hug and I wanted someone to be there for him 🥺 I was originally going to write from Kassa’s POV but when I started writing it was Bee who ended up on the page. I hope I achieved a salvage droid’s voice well enough, it was a balancing act for sure! I’m going to work on a part 2 from Cass’s POV (would take place after this story). Anyways…

When the boy wakes up, his eyes are wide, but not in the way Clem’s eyes get when he spies a particularly valuable item to salvage. No, they are wide, seem quite red, and they scan the room at a pace that matches rapid, uneven breathing.

“What do I call you?” B2EMO asks, because this is what he is programmed to do. His purpose is to identify, salvage, and assist.

The boy looks at him, and Bee recognizes a deep frown –this is what Maarva does when she is not satisfied with his work. He also recognizes the wrinkle of the boy’s brow –this is what Clem does when he is solving a problem. 

“What do I call you?” B2EMO asks again, and waits five seconds as protocol dictates before wheeling towards the kitchen. “Maarva, he is awake.”

Maarva sweeps into the room and the boy breaks his silence to shout at her in a language that Bee’s knowledge base has no interpretation for. Maarva attempts to calm the boy, but is unsuccessful, he continues to yell until his voice is hoarse, the same phrase again and again. 

Water runs from the boy’s eyes. He does not stop his shouting until his voice fails him, and then he covers his face with his arms and his body begins to shake. 

B2EMO has not seen this behavior before, but he likens it to the tremors of machinery that has been disrupted. It is his assessment that this damage is present due to the improper removal of the boy from his proper setting on Kenari. 

Maarva tries to address this with a hand on the boy’s shoulder. The boy flinches and draws away from her touch. With a sigh, Maarva gives Bee an order, “Keep an eye on him, please.”

“Okay, Maarva.” He magnifies his visual sensors that are fixed on the boy so he will not miss anything. “What do I call him?”

But Maarva does not have an answer for this either, she slowly shakes her head and leaves.

The boy who he does not know what to call is still in need of assistance. Bee knows this because the boy’s body is still rattling. 

He wheels closer to the boy with no title and inspects him. But the mechanics of humans are complex and he is no medical droid, there is nothing he can see to fuse together, nothing to secure or lock into place. 

Bee does as he is told and stays with the boy whose system is going haywire. 

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“Kassa?” 

The boy nods and points at his chest again.

“Kassa,” Clem repeats, then places his finger on his own chest. “Clem.”

B2EMO recognizes this pattern. He chirps excitedly. At last an answer, he knows what to call the boy. “Kassa, Kassa,” he chants.  

“Shh,” Clem instructs, and Bee instantly stops. 

Kassa points at the droid and quietly says something in the language B2EMO cannot identify or translate, but his system does pinpoint the rhythm of the boy’s voice forming a question. 

Bee turns to Clem, who shows no signs of understanding the words either. However, the man nods. “That’s B2EMO,” he tells the boy. 

“I am B2EMO,” the droid agrees. 

“We sometimes call him Bee.”

“It is alright for you to call me, Bee.”

Kassa attempts to repeat Clem’s name, his mouth twisting on the consonants. He tries again with little improvement. B2EMO sees him scowl, this is like Clem when he fails to solve a problem. 

“That was good,” Clem tells Kassa softly. 

But Kassa does not know these words, and even if he knows the tone of the man’s voice, the droid observes disagreement in the boy’s body language. Crossed arms, like Maarva does sometimes with Clem when they are debating. 

But the boy is determined, he stares at B2EMO for a moment. “Bee,” he says tentatively.

“Bee,” B2EMO repeats. “That was good, Kassa,” he adds, because Clem did that.

“Bee,” Kassa says again.

“Hello, Kassa.”

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Kassa becomes Cassian at Maarva and Clem’s direction. They tell B2EMO it is very important, this change, because it will keep Kassa safe. 

Cassian has been with them for weeks, but he is still very quiet. 

He does not give B2EMO any instructions. He does not speak much with Clem. He speaks even less with Maarva who pushes the boy too hard.

Bee noted that this is the same as Maarva does with certain parts they salvage. She does not have the same patience that Clem does and does not always ensure she is applying pressure in the right area before attempting to bring things together. And the things that need to be done to help Kassa turned Cassian are delicate work. 

B2EMO calculates that Cassian may be like some of the repairs the Andors have done in the past. He will eventually be able to get his spark back, but he might be slightly different from what he was before, and probably unable to be the exact same ever again after the harm that has been done. 

B2EMO recognizes these types of repairs as unique. They are also some of the strongest, they have to be. 

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Maarva’s instructions to keep an eye on Cassian expire, but Bee continues to follow him.

Sometimes the boy leaves the house and wanders onto the streets of Ferrix, and B2EMO keeps Kassa turned Cassian within range of his optical systems. 

Cassian seems sad most days. He tries to communicate in his language less and less. When he goes outside, Bee notes how the boy’s eyes scan a sea of faces, it reminds him of Clem’s eyes looking over scraps, trying to find something specific, a treasure. 

There is one day that Cassian’s wandering eyes get him in trouble. An older, taller boy marches up to Cassian and demands to know “What are you looking at?”

“Do not worry, he is not looking at you,” B2EMO explains. 

“You’ve got a droid protecting you?” the boy scoffs.

But of course Cassian does not understand, he pulls at the boy’s hand where it clutches his shirt and scowls and says angry sounding words in his language. 

The boy’s fingers tighten. “What’s he saying?” he asks Bee.

“I do not know, but you must put him down. Put him down now.”

“And if I don’t?” the boy sneers to Cassian.

B2EMO quickly wheels forward, brandishing his electro-shock attachment. It is supposed to be for his own defense or repair work, but it will be okay to use for Cassian who is still running low on power and needs extra support.

“Leave him alone, Ty,” another voice says.

Ty quickly drops Cassian and flees.

“Thank you, thank you,” Bee chirps to the newcomer. “Cassian, this is Brasso.”

When Cassian still appears to not unsure, B2EMO circles the other boy. “Brasso,” Bee says again. “He is nice.”

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The droid observes that the speed with which Cassian walks is increasing day by day, that he carries himself less like a piece of metal bent out of shape and more like the way humans usually do. The boy’s system is still in disarray compared to Clem or Maarva’s but at least it seems to slowly be adapting, recalibrating. 

One day Cassian joins Bee on an errand. The droid asks for a part from Bix Caleen who is helping to look after her father’s shop. When she disappears, Cassian points to where the girl once stood and asks a question. 

“I do not understand you, Cassian. I am sorry.”

Bix reappears and Cassian points again, which Bix does not seem to like, because she frowns.

Cassian repeats himself and points again.

“That is Bix,” B2EMO replies. “Bix.”

“He doesn’t speak Basic?” Bix asks, her anger lessening.

“I do not know what he speaks.”

Bix looks to Cassian. “What’s your name?”

Cassian shakes his head.

“You can call him, Cassian,” B2EMO tells her.

“Hi, Cassian,” Bix says quietly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

And the next time they go to pick up parts from the Caleen’s shop, Cassian smiles when Bix says his name.

He has been practicing, Bee has heard him whispering at night. “Hi, Bix. It’s nice to meet you.”

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In the next thirty seven days, fourteen hours, and twenty one seconds Cassian will ask Bee an average of one hundred and five point ninety two questions a day. B2EMO is beginning to understand how the boy functions best and as his data on Cassian grows, he is better able to interpret Kassa turned Cassian’s motions and gestures and supply an answer.

B2EMO continues to keep an eye on Cassian, not because he is commanded to, but because he has not been told not to, and he does not want to stop if he doesn’t have to. He knows that Cassian continues to practice, turning words over and over in his mouth until he is certain he can repeat it with confidence. Occasionally, he will say the word or phrase to Bee again in the pattern of a question.

“What is this?”

“What is this?” Bee echoes.

“I need to…find..my?”

“I need to find my…” Bee confirms.

And slowly Cassian’s vocabulary grows, his pronunciation comes more quickly and with less effort.

In a year, the boy has learned enough Basic to get around Ferrix more comfortably –though Bee continues to make sure he is there in case he is needed to urge others to be patient. After all, Cassian is still syncing with his new environment. 

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B2EMO tucks words away too. Kassa’s words. 

He listens to the boy say something enough times and begins to correlate the word with the variables surrounding it. When the research and data are sufficient to determine the correct meaning of something Cassian has said in his language, Bee locks it in his memory drive. 

Kassa says one thing to B2EMO nearly every day. It happens usually after Bee has come to his defense, or identified something new for him, and it always happens at the end of the night before the boy goes to sleep. 

When Kassa is done practicing words in Basic with B2EMO he crouches in front of the droid and places a hand on top of him. Then, he tells the droid something. He says it softly and in his native language, with little variation.

And this is how Bee learns the Kenari words for thank you…friend.  

So most droids in Star Wars have a job or core function like translating, making good, fighting etc., right?

And I guess you could argue B2EMO is a messenger, but I kind of love the idea that the Andors have eventually just embraced him as this little buddy, and I like to picture young Cassian walking around Ferrix -Bee following to keep an eye on him and make sure he stays safe. 

Maybe Kassa is still learning the language and when people are speaking to him and he can’t understand them it’s confusing and scary, but Bee always jumps in to say something to them -and even if he can’t understand that either, he can tell that afterwards people are more patient with him. And maybe it’s Bee who helps him to keep trying and practicing, because he’s not very comfortable with Maarva and Clem straight away (for obvious reasons). 

Bee asks for something and Kassa listens to the words and watches the actions that follow and later he tries to remember what the droid said and echo it as best he can and when he gets the same results he stores the meaning of that phrase away for next time.