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ghostly-bat · 3 days ago

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I do like Jondami size difference but I would like to remind everyone that my Damian (at least adult Damian) is 6'3" and well built

I call it "lean" and say it's from his mother's side, but, like...lean for comic standards

Irl my Damian would be considered extremely built

It's just that my Jon is 7' and built like a monster truck

Now, there are many reasons for that, not actually connected to eachother

For Damian, I LOVE making him look exactly like Talia, but I also find it funny when he ends up the tallest in the family

For Jon, I also make him look exactly like Lois, but Lois, to me, is RIPPED. Like in the 90s. Also, my Kryptonians are way taller (Superman to me is 6'9") because, come on, the first time they saw one they called him "SUPERMAN". And Jon was hinted at being affected by Hybrid Vigor, which I also love to explore.

But together...Damian never got to feel small. Even as a tiny little kid he was forced to be this larger than life figure that was carrying humanity's two biggest legacies on his shoulders. And now, he's literally larger than life.

But not with Jon. Being with Jon makes him feel small. Makes his legacies seem small.

And that's exactly what he needs.

Ugh jondami size difference is so important to me but me and you do differ and that is okay uwu (one isn't better than the other of course lol)

On my personal end and I think I've talked about this before on my main blog:

“I definitely prefer him taking after Talia more, hence the pretty part. Like he definitely has, her frame, her height, her colors but he has Bruce's nose, eyebrows, and lashes cus I headcanon Bruce to have long eyelashes. I definitely think it adds more to him than just making him look like a carbon copy of his dad and I just personally don't see him growing to be as big as his dad in both height and build (and if you ask me why he's lithe and lean I'm going to say it's probably cus of his vegetarian diet). I think having him be more on the smaller and leaner side of things is more interesting in him having to rely more on his skills as an assassin like stealth and whatnot (I imagine him to move around like a cat) and I think there's a beauty and grace to that. I also just like subverting people's expectations, so Damian being lithe, lean, pretty and smaller plays into that for me, like you see him and you don't expect him to know what he knows because of how he looks but then he does what he does and it surprises everybody and I eat that stuff up all the time in fiction.

I also like making him 5'7 or 5'8 when it comes to height cus making him and Tim the shortest out of the brothers is funny to me cus I imagine him and Tim to be like 1 inch off of each other and holding that one stupid little inch over each other's heads and acting like the other is 4 foot nothing. It's purely for comedic purposes lol.”

I used to go about the notion that Damian was insecure about how he looked. How he didn't look like his dad as he got older, didn't inherit the hight or the build but someone else had mentioned that“I don't think Damian would be insecure of how he looks. He knows what he's capable of despite his appearance.” and I was like 'You know what? That's so true' and now I lean more towards the notion that Damian would take great pride in looking like either of his parents but looking like his mom is something he holds dear.

His mom is an incredible strong, resilient headstrong woman who knows her wroth and what she's capable of. She's also smart and a wise, gentle and caring. He's seen his mom take down people twice her size whether it be with fighting force or a game of intelligence.

She maybe strict and hard at times and maybe some of her teachings are not the most ethical but he's also had her sing him to sleep, show him how to paint on a canvas, tell him stories she herself grow up with, and how she indeed cared for the lives of those that couldn't defend themselves.

If he was to look like anyone he's more than proud that it's his mother.

I think people have always looked at Damian like he's larger than life since the beginning. He was an heir to a league, an heir a legacy. Even at 10 when he went to live with his father. That despite him clearly being a child hardly anyone took the time to look at him as such. He didn't act like a normal child so there for he wasn't treated like one.

He hardly ever got the chance to feel small if it wasn't out of low self esteem and insecurity. So getting the chance, getting that feeling of being able to go ahead and be small, to be fragile and vulnerable that when someone like Jon comes along he's going to relish in it. Because I 100% agree with you that it is something he needs.

But funny enough I've actually never thought of Jon going anywhere beyond 6'2 or 6'3. Maybe 6'4 but then I'm like "Oh that's really tall" even if canonically that is his dad's height and I do like the thought of him growing to be just a little taller than his dad.

I feel like his mom is also rather tall. Lois being around maybe 5'8. And I do think he's softer looking than his dad.

He has his dad's build, his eyes, the jaw line, but his smile is all Lois. His nose and maybe even the freckles. The softness in his cheeks are all hers too. That softness is still there too even as he gets older even if it's only just a little.

Jon looking like his mom when he was little only for him to grow up looking like a perfect mix of both his parents. While Damian grow up being told how much he looks like his dad only for him to grow up looking like the woman his dad thought he'd marry one day.

#Despite the difference I think was both get the core meaning and I think that's what's important lol #This got super long too lol I have my reasons for making Damian look how he looks in my head and it's not cus I'm out here to twinkify him #But the thought of him being called twink batman is super fun to not one but me I believe LOL #damian wayne #jondami #jonathan kent #Jon Kent #damijon #Ask

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noctiva · 15 hours ago

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CW: self-destructive behaviour, obsessive compulsive disorder, mentions of blood + gore, mentione of bodily harm + dissections

Visual/Appearance

Okay contrary to popular belief, he and Toby do not look the same. All they’ve got in common is brown hair and an affinity for goggles lmao

Toby is slim, but he’s still muscular. Cody, is just full on lanky as hell.

Tall (probably like 6’2?), long legs, knobby knees and knuckles.

Got a bad case of mad scientist hair lol. It’s almost always knotted and sticking up at odd angles because he spends up to days in his lab and neglects his appearance more often than not - usually he keeps it pushed off of his forehead with his goggles to keep it out of the way

Pale as hell because he does not get outside much, with a little dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose

Downturned, droopy green eyes. With perpetual dark circles beneath them.

Nice straight teeth (his adoptive dad pretty much forced him into getting braces) - but they’re super stained and in not great condition because he drinks way too much sugary shit.

Horrible posture - he’s curled over his lab bench like a hunchback most of the time. When he’s standing, he slouches hard.

Wardrobe

Chaotically academic.

Wrinkled sweater vests stained by chemicals and collared shirts. A faded tee that he wears under his lab coat. Either skinny jeans or slacks. A big baggy hoodie on the occasion where he’s in the lab for multiple days on end

Not big on jewelry or accessories besides his goggles. Usually wears them to keep the hair out of his face.

Always wearing a pair of gloves. He’s very, very wary about any ‘contaminants’ coming into contact with him. In the lab they’re latex or nitrile, outside of the lab they’re leather

Dresses more for practicality than comfort. Stuff that won’t snag or hinder him in his work.

Personality

Dry, pretentious, arrogant - but he doesn’t think he’s any of those things.

Cody is incredibly smart, extremely academically gifted. He didn’t go to school for any of the stuff he knows, he learned hands on and was able to retain everything. He’s perceptive. He notices things most people wouldn’t even think about.

Because of this, and because of lack of friends and peers to socialize with growing up, Cody sort of puts himself on a pedestal.

He truly, 100% believes he is the smartest person in the room in all circumstances. It’s not even a debate.

Has a real hard time forming relationships because of this, as he himself forms a barrier between him and other people. He doesn’t like to talk to people because he doesn’t believe there’s anyone out there that will get him. Understand him. Be able to keep up with how fast his brain works.

He is very solitary. Most of the other proxies (save for Toby) barely ever see him let alone speak to him. If he’s not hauled up in his lab, he’s passed out from exhaustion. Needless to say, he also - despite studying the human body day after day - doesn’t understand his own limits.

In conversation he comes off as clinically cold, and condescending. He never really means to be that way, it’s just his default. However, if you say something that actually manages to spark his interest, you’ll get to watch him soften. Curiosity sparking up in his eyes as his lips twitch into a little smile.

Definitely more of a listener than a talker. And if you come to him with your issues, he’s methodically breaking them down as opposed to support. Always choosing logic over comfort. If you’re in the wrong, he’ll tell you that point blank. Don’t ever expect him to lie for your sake.

Adding to that - brutally honest. Will tell the truth regardless of if it’ll cause issues or not. He does not care. He really lacks empathy on all fronts, and sympathy is also something he’s got to work on.

Admirably high willpower and control over his emotions. He doesn’t even bottle up things - he just views them as a lesson learned then files them away

General

Definitely autistic + a hypochondriac w/ OCD. He needs things to be neat, sterile, and tidy at all times or he feels like he’s going to crawl out of his own skin. There’s never a hair out of place in his lab. Everything is spotless, and has his place. Despite the nature of his work, he loathes the idea of germs, disease, and contamination.

His hands are always dry and cracked from how often he washes and sanitizes them.

He doesn’t drink, smoke, or do any drugs - and he never will. His mind is his most valuable asset in his opinion, and he can’t stand the thought of hindering it at all. The idea of ‘shutting your brain off’ and ‘’mellowing out’ has absolutely zero appeal to him.

He keeps every single notebook he has ever written lab notes in. He has a cabinet stocked to the brim with them all, and they’re all the exact same 100 page composition book.

Hates the taste of coffee, lives off of energy drinks.

And when I say that, I mean it to a worrying degree. How Cody hasn’t had a heart attack is genuinely a mystery, because he will drink upwards of five a day. Stay up for days on end with no sleep, slamming a redbull the moment his eyes start to droop again.

I do believe that Cody and Toby are friends. Toby’s erratic and impulsive nature is pretty much the exact opposite of Cody’s - but he finds it interesting. Stimulating. And, he thinks that Toby is a lot smarter than what he gives himself credit for.

On the contrary, him and Jack do not get along. They but heads as the two brainiacs. Not in competition or anything like that, they just.. Don’t like each other lmfao. Jack thinks that Cody is a way too pretentious shut in, and Cody thinks that Jack is wasting his talent by using it for good (healing people). They do not interact often. When they do, it’s because it’s forced.

Though, Cody would kill to get Jack under his knife. Just to test his regenerative abilities. (He will never admit this, and it will never happen).

He has pet rats <3

He has many many lab rats that are disposable, but he has two that he keeps around and genuinely takes good care of. Their names are Remy and Darwin - they are his babies.

Definitely an insomniac. When he does sleep, it’s either: he’s taking a quick cat nap to try and get his brain going again, or he’s crashing for 12 hours because he burnt himself right out.

Doesn’t do a lot of actual ‘proxy’ work. Usually, the other proxies give Cody their kills after they’re dead, or knock them out to give him a live specimen to experiment on. Cody is the cleanup guy - he’ll have their bones dissolved and down the drain in just a couple hours after he’s done with them.

Works on things that will benefit the proxies, just as much as he does lethal drugs. Things for better stamina, numbing pain, staying awake longer. He’s their little pharmacist.

Has had a morbid fascination with the limits of the human body since he was young. Has always been drawn to just how fragile we are.

He’s not necessarily sadistic when it comes to his victims, it’s just curiosity. Wondering how much they can take. He doesn’t get a kick or pleasure out of the pain they’re in, he just jots it down and reduces their existence to a few lab notes.

Not a relationship guy. Simply doesn’t have the motivation, or interest to get involved with anything like that. His work takes all of his attention, and keeps him too busy. If it were to ever happen, said person would have to knock him off his feet.

He has a massive sweet tooth <3

Is often seen rubbing his neck because it gets sore from being hunched over all the time.

Wears reading glasses when he works, and is near sighted.

Keeps jars of body parts he found interesting on victims kept in jars of formaldehyde around his lab. Eyes from a girl with heterochromia, a crooked pinky finger, a split tongue, a skin graft from someone with vitiligo. It’s all like art to him.

He can’t stand naive people, and people who just take things at face value. He believes that curiosity, and a drive to learn is the most important quality that a human being can have.

#WOAHHHHHH SURPRISE!!!!#lmfao long time coming #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #crp #crp fandom #creepypasta hcs #crp headcanon #x virus #x virus creepypasta #x virus headcanons #x virus hc #x virus cody #cody x virus #toby rogers #ticci toby #eyeless jack

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conelluwrites · 2 days ago

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Hiii can u make a nam gyu x reader

About how u die in jump rope and he goes crazy

Or u overdose cause of a suicidal attempt but u survived

Thankkk uuu(:

Scared Of Burning In Hell (I'm Already There) AO3 link Requests open!! Words: 4.5k Warnings: angst, reader dies (suicide), suicidal thoughts, diversion of canon, canon typical Nam-gyu (he doesn't lose his pills though so take that as you will. There's no fluff here with him, he's not gentle or kind), mentions of sex (nothing like I typically do, there's a paragraph near the beginning and a sentence later on), Reader is a part of Thanos Team, Myung-gi is referred as MG Coin when he's mentioned most the time (reader doesn't know his name lol). Other: Combining these requests! I couldn't figure out how Reader would pull a Jun-hee without making her a 1:1 Jun-hee copy, so I changed that a tiny bit. Nam-gyu seems like the type to die with a lot of regrets. I did try to make the "relationship" more realistic given the time frame they've known each other. This is my new longest fic and I enjoyed writing this A LOT. Also sorry Gyeong-su lovers, he doesn't exist in this fic, you take his place as the sixth member of Thanos Team. Ao3 has the proper italics and bold words, unfortunately it won't allow me to post it with those for some reason in the fic itself.

Being in Thanos World offered decent enough companionship, she wasn’t alone at least and didn’t have to put up with the way her mind spirals when she’s alone. Thanos, Nam-gyu, Min-su, Se-mi, and her, well, it’s a nice enough team to be on. She didn’t have any dislike towards anyone in Team Thanos. Sure, outside of the games she can’t exactly say she’d get along or actively seek any of them out, but that doesn’t mean shit. Nam-gyu has taken a quick interest in her, quicker than what he’s used to but he shrugs it off- he knows a nice piece of ass when he sees it and damn does he see it.

Her laughter fills him with a level of confidence that’s only possible to describe as cockiness. It’s a thrill having such a pretty girl laugh along with him and not just be doing it for a drink or drugs, though he’s not too sure if she’s indulging him because she wants the safety that comes with camaraderie or because she’s actually interested in him. Her hand on his knee as she leans over to whisper in his ear. The whispers become hushed conversations become one-on-one talks. She’s actually fun to talk to, and not fun in a club slut kind of way either, in an actually engaging way.

It spirals quickly from there, especially when Thanos catches on to the budding… whatever the fuck they have going on. He actively encourages it, tight teamwork and all that shit- and what’s tighter than a nice cunt? Se-mi is less impressed, she doesn’t hate her or anything even close. She’s just disappointed in the way the woman’s eyes light up at Nam-gyu’s presence, and feels her skin crawl when Nam-gyu practically lays claim to her like she’s some object rather than a human being. Min-su is just happy to not be picked at as often. Nam-gyu does still pick at him, he just hates how damn weak he is.

It doesn’t take long for the touches to linger, to become less innocent and testing. Their eyes seek out each other after voting, after meals are rationed out, and after either of them return from the bathroom. Neither of them hide their mutual interest, but Nam-gyu doesn’t admit to it when asked by anyone. Especially not when that someone is her. Fuck- the way she quirks and eyebrow when he turns around and looks for her, it makes him feel shit he doesn’t want to. It pisses him off more than anything, but underneath it all there’s a feeling of relief. She sees him, wants him even after he’s popped pills and when he’s sober enough, needs to see him before they go to their bunks for the night.

A quick fuck in the bathroom- him lavishing her thighs in love bites and eating her pussy out before sinking into her heat. His hips pump out of rhythm, it’s sloppy and clumsy but he’s just chasing his own high while rubbing her clit as she sits haphazardly on the sink. His fingers sink into her hips to the point of pain as he bites her track jacket. It’s not making love, it’s not romantic. Not even as she cries out his name, not even as he grunts her name, not even as they both realize after they come down that they don’t want to separate. It’s not romance. It can’t be, not after just a few days. But it’s a nice thought, having someone to actually look forward to seeing even if it’s just in this hellhole.

When she asks if they could meet up after they get out- if they get out, she corrects herself- he just gives her a nod. He’s not about to promise her something as stupid as an everyday romance, he doesn’t have the time for it. But still… He can’t help the way his heart flutters in his chest or the way his palms clam up. He clenches them up into tight fists, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by her, but she doesn’t comment on it.

The night after they fucked, they became even closer. His arm slung over her shoulder or around her waist, shooting Thanos glares and slapping the back of his head when he drops one too many flirtatious lines, and catching himself before he calls her a bitch. It’s not that he’s gotten soft, not in such a short period of time, but rather he doesn’t want to lose the connection he forged so quickly. Connection is safety, connection is winning, connection is getting to the end. Connection is a means to an end. Connection is…

Two people

The audio cue rings out. He doesn’t fight as Thanos grabs his hand and he definitely doesn’t look over his shoulder, he definitely doesn’t see the immediate hurt, panic, and betrayal in her eyes. He doesn’t have time to focus on it as they slam the door shut and hold the door closed so no one can enter. He tells himself it doesn’t matter, she was nothing more than a quick fuck, nothing more than just a woman he used up, nothing more than a way to distract himself with something other than those colorful pills.

Gunshots interrupt his self assuring thoughts and he can’t help but stare out the small window. He’s not Thanos, he’s not about to ask where the fuck she is, who left her- he left her- but he needs to know she’s not getting gunned down where he abandoned her. She’s not in his line of sight at least, which is enough to make him breathe an audible sigh of relief as he runs his fingers through his hair to push it back from his face.

People walk back into the dormitory and he seeks her out. His eyes rake over every single body that comes into view until it lands on her. He doesn’t care about the boring prick that’s next to her, no doubt someone who saved her during the final round, but he feels a sharp hit of concern for her body language. She walks slowly, her eyes not lifting to look for him- and honestly why should they flit around the room like they usually do. She saw him enter a room, she saw him get to safety. She shakes his head, he can’t afford to focus on her feelings, not to a degree that it actually affects him. But when Thanos pushes his shoulder and nods over to the sheepish girl, he rolls his eyes and decides to stroll over. Act like it’s not a big deal, make her feel silly for being upset, diminish her feelings until she agrees it’s okay.

“Hey.” He says bluntly as the other people dissipate to their own groups. “You lived.”

“Yeah.”

Oof, a one liner. “So why are you upset?”

“Not important.”

He has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, of course she’s being this way- typical woman- but it’s no less aggravating. Can’t she just brush it off and be that good girl again, the one that makes him feel like he has a place? He knows he needs to be more charming here, but his patience wears thin with her when he knows what she's capable of making him feel.

“Of course it’s important.” He grunts, slinging an arm over her shoulder to lead her back to the bunks they usually sit at instead of where she was headed. He doesn’t care where she was going, not when her place is by his side. “Look, I get that you’re mad but can’t you just-”

“Can’t I just what?” She says coldly, “Nam-gyu, I can’t just forget the fact you left me there.”

He can’t stop himself this time, and he knows it’s a bad look, but he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. He stammers for a second before landing on the words he wants to say, but it doesn’t matter as Thanos gets both of their attention with a wave of his arms. It’s clear to him, and to anyone he might be listening to the pair, that they just need a break from each other.

A bathroom fight. It’s bloody, it’s painful, it’s agonizing. He’s lucky he managed to get out with just a hurt back and Thanos’s cross. Fuck, the pathetic look on that bastard’s face. He sneered, sneered even as he felt like he lost someone important.

The violence only escalates from there. Nam-gyu makes sure she stays huddled in his bunk, her hands over her ears which does nothing to block out the sounds of death. The gurgles seem to dance over from the opposite side of the room. She’s safe, she’s safe, she’s safe… But at what cost? At knowing her- her man is out there twisting a fork into whoever he comes across.

Her mind flashes to Se-mi and Min-su. She knows he has it out for Se-mi. Bile bubbles up in her throat as more screams flood her ears while she closes her eyes. It does little to make her feel less sick, instead all she can picture is Nam-gyu stabbing a fork in the woman and her blood spurting out as she tries to fight him off before her life finally fades.

It’s all a fucking blur. She feels like she’s outside of her own body when he returns to the bunk. He’s covered in blood- his arms, hands, chest, face, fuck… Every visible part of his body more or less is splattered and that fucking look in his eyes. He’s terrifying, he’s disgusting, he’s a monster, he’s-

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Nam-gyu and his woman were borderline inseparable now, especially with Thanos getting forked, Se-mi’s demise by his hand, and Min-su… Well, wherever that fuck that traitor is. Who else did he have to turn to? No one. She didn’t mind if he saw her as just someone to fill in the dead, empty air beside him. He’s a fucking disgusting mess, he knows he is. He can smell the coppery scent leeching off of him in waves. He can’t think about that right now- fuck he can’t think of anything right now. All he can think about is how damn strong he felt taking the life of that damn cunt. Put her right in her goddamn place and watched life melt away from her eyes. If only he coulda got his hands on that prick Min-su. He might have even made him suffer more, snuff his life out right beside that bitch who liked his weak ass so much. He can hear the woman, his woman, talking but it doesn’t process in his mind. When she hesitantly rests her head on his shoulder and takes his bloodied hand in her clean one his mind snaps away from the violence, snaps away from the thoughts of revenge, and all he can suddenly think about is her.

“Killed her,” he says, his voice shaking. He’s not scared, not sick, not upset, it’s trembling with something else entirely. When she doesn’t respond beyond her hand tightening on his for a second, he grunts. “What, don’t tell me you liked her. You’re better than that, baby girl.” His mind tries to replay any interaction she had with Se-mi, but all he can think about is the comforting weight on his shoulder, the way her shoes knock against his leg, and the way her thumb skips along the back of his hand. It’s oddly grounding, it’s a feeling that he shoves away to the back of his mind.

He doesn’t reciprocate the affection, doesn’t say anything else that makes any sort of sense- his mind skips and repeats, as does his words. But she doesn’t shut him up, doesn’t call him stupid, she just sits in silence.

The rebellion, to no one’s shock, failed. Which means after another vote, the games gotta go on. He’d feel bad for his girl if he didn’t want to see that won amount increase, she’d be happier with more won too- he just knows it. He doesn’t feel guilt when he votes to stay and she hesitates to hit the blue button. He feels a hint of disgust that she’s so damn weak, so damn pathetic.

A blue ball in her his hand and she feels her blood grow cold. Whatever the game is that’s coming up, she’s not on the same team as Nam-gyu. She looks over at him like one of those damn abused stray dogs he would see when he’d walk to the club from his shitty, destroyed apartment. She looks miserable, looks damn lost… It makes his cock stir, but he pushes that thought away. As much as he’d love to pin her down, yank those track pants down, and show everyone in this fucked up shitshow who she belongs to, he knows there’s more important things than a simple fuck.

When he’s done taunting Min-su, drawing her attention with his loud, obnoxiously on point for a Thanos impersonator of a my boyyy Min-su! he saunters over to her. He waves his knife around, gesturing with it as he talks wildly about how he’ll protect her if she can’t find a red vest to switch with. However, he kneels in front of her, tapping her cheek in a way that looks tender to anyone looking on but is anything and just stares into her eyes for a moment.

“I mean it, girl, I’ll protect you.” He says, standing up now and towering over her sitting form. He looks like a goddamn nightmare. “I’ll find you in there and keep you safe. I plan on teaming up with that MG Coin, after I secure a nice, easy kill we’ll get you and you’ll be safe. Ain’t no one gonna fuckin’ ruin your sweet like body.” She stares up at him as he holds up Thanos’s necklace and shakes it slightly, the colorful pills shaking within it. “You really need t’take one of these, make it easier on yourself.”

She shakes her head, as much as she craves some form of escape, she doesn’t want to be alone after popping one for the first time.

“Suit yourself, I guess.” He says with a shrug, moving out the way so she can move to the actual game room… rooms? Whatever the fuck… He has more important things to focus on now that she’s gone. It’s a simple plan, get MG Coin on his side at any cost, kill some dumb pussy, find her, keep her safe and wait out the time. Easy- he won’t have to be alone.

The starry ceiling is low set and the entering room is making her feel closed in as everyone looks around. She sets her path on a hallway, she’s utterly alone and she hates it. But he’ll find her, he’ll keep her safe. Why wouldn’t he?

That bastard… That fucking bastard.

Oh, I’ll protect you, I’ll keep you safe. What, don’t you trust me, señorita? It’s us against this entire shit. I got you.

Utter bullshit. She could hear his cackling laughter, his sing-songy voice, and his skipping steps. She peeks out from the corner and he spots her- he always does, his damn soul is connected to hers- and he taps rapidly on MG Coin’s shoulder and gestures over the overwhelmed woman with his knife. They both have blood splattered on their faces, Nam-gyu looks manic while MG Coin looks more like a man who’s rapidly losing his control on Nam-gyu. She doesn’t know if she wants to run away towards them, not like it really matters as MG Coin rolls his eyes and follows Nam-gyu to her “hiding” spot.

“There you are, my girl! Looked all over for you. The fuck? Where were you even hiding, hmm?”

“I was looking for you while- while avoiding other red vests.”

He pouts- what a poor, sad girl who was wandering all around this cramped space for him.

“Hey, man, I gotta find Jun-hee. Let’s just go.”

“Go find that bitch then, I found mine. Later, The Amazing Myung-gi.”

MG Coin looks utterly annoyed, but doesn’t comment before darting back the way he came. Nam-gyu shoves her back towards a door and groans when it doesn’t open. No matter though, he has a key for every option. When his trembling, blood covered hands finally manage to unlock the door, he shoves her inside hard. She crashes to the ground with a thud and flinches back away from him. She cowers herself into the corner as he walks towards her in uneven strides.

“Why you actin’ all scared? Are you scared of me?”

He gets down on all fours and crawls towards her looking like a big cat cornering a small prey animal. It would be so damn hot if it weren’t so terrifying. Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest as she tries to press herself into the walls, tries to sink into them to get away from him. It makes him grin- she’s just so damn cute! All scared of him ‘nd shit… He could just eat her the fuck up.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, you should know that. I don’t have anyone else. You wouldn’t leave me? You wouldn’t leave me, right?” He says, his face so close to her own. “Maybe I need to make sure you can’t leave me, hm?” He trails the blade down her cheek, not pressing enough to intentionally cut but blood still beads to the surface. He leans forward and licks it. His laughter fills the room afterwards, she looks confused and disgusted. He doesn’t want to hurt her, not enough to kill her. He just wants to make her reliant on him like he’s reliant on her.

He tsks before digging the knife into her leg. It’s not enough to be fatal, it’s not enough for her to bleed out, but goddamn does he immediately regret it. It’s like when you’re a kid ‘nd you pour salt on a snail just to see what happens. Poor thing.

She covers her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loudly, with Nam-gyu’s back to the door it would put them both at a disadvantage.

“Just stick with me, y’know? You won’t get hurt no more, promise you girl. I did this for us.”

Oh the way she avoids him, limping slightly through the dormitory to her own bunk instead of his like she used to do.

“C’mon. You can’t do this shit alone.” He says, sitting next to her. Without the overwhelming haze of drugs he can recognize just how badly he fucked up but it’s not enough for ehr to be acting like this. He’ll take care of her during the next game for sure.

The rope creaked and popped as it rotated, every noise caused her to flinch and huddle closer to the doors that they just came from.

She looks over the edge to see the drop and stumbles slightly. She’s not a fan of heights, especially not now. Jumprope isn’t hard, it should be an easy game.

“Steady there, girl.”

She tenses immediately and looks back at Nam-gyu who’s standing there. He looks damn proud of himself, so fucking cocky as he smirks at her. She wants to wipe that stupid grin from his lips. She would rather be talking to anyone other than him

“Don’t glare at me like that, hurts my feelings.” He says with a fake pout, then gives her another grin as he reaches out to pat her shoulders. His fingers then dig up into her jacket as he takes the time to look over her body. He doesn’t care about the wound he inflicted, not beyond the fact that it’s the reason she’s been so damn moody now. He looks towards the bridge where people are getting across and then back at her.

“Look, make it across and I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’d never break a promise, not to you. Now come on, we gotta go. It’s just you, that damn bitch who had a baby, and me. That bitch ain’t making it any time soon. Just follow behind me.”

She doesn’t move willingly as he tugs her to the bridge. She follows him reluctantly, every jump making her leg scream out in pain.

He crosses and is welcomed by that one guy, 456.

She never wanted to die alone, the idea used to haunt her as a child As she got older, though, it became an idea she had to accept. Most people die alone. At least if she dies here, if she dies now, she’ll have control over something when it comes to death.

It’s almost comforting to know the nightmare is almost over, that soon she’ll be accepted into the sweetness that’s death. Open arms, all for her- just as he once was.

“Come on already!”

His voice. She hates it. She hates him. She hates the pain in her leg. She hates, she hates, she hates. She keeps jumping in place, feeling the burn of tears behind her eyes. She doesn’t want to win anymore, she just wants it to be over. She knows even if she makes it to the finals, even if she wins, her leg is no doubt infected. There was no soap, no help, no concern. Fuck it hurts. She won’t be able to go against the men in front of her, even if Nam-gyu did have a change of heart and decided to truly care about her.

His eyes look at her, he looks so desperate as if he can feel her giving up. And maybe he can, she can’t hide her feelings very well when it comes to how defeated she feels. It feels right, it feels like this is what she was meant to do. Her time is over. And that’s okay, she thinks, or rather it has to be.

Nam-gyu reaches his hand out as if that’ll get her to come forward, it makes the tears that were welling up behind her eyes overflow. She wants to reach out, wants to get to the other side, but what’s the point in prolonging her suffering, what’s the point of trusting him again and again?

Crack

It’s not an audible noise to anyone else, but it’s one the last noises she hears. The mechanical rope connects with her ankle knocking her off balance completely. The world moves in slow motion afterwards as she cracks her ribs against the bridge. The drop isn’t long enough to comprehend the pain that follows her rib cage bruising, nor is it enough to comprehend just how terrifying the fall is. She screams regardless. The abrupt ending to a shitty last couple of days. Her body is contorted at odd angles, blood seeps around her.

Nam-gyu feels his heart drop and his blood run completely cold. It’s a quick sobering feeling as she- as his woman- falls like a damn ragdoll down, down, down. The noise makes him double over. His world fucking spins and not in a good way.

All he can think about is the way she’s been flinching away from him, the way she’s stared at him, shrunk away from him, the way she didn’t want to be around him. Fuck, he hates it. It makes his brain hurt and his stomach churn.

Regret.

He doesn’t care when Jun-hee jumps, all he can fucking think about is how his girl is down there alone. He thinks about how Thanos gurgled and spurted blood, he knows realistically she’s not down there dying, she’s not convulsing, she’s not suffering- but goddammit…

He barely registers when he’s dragged back to the dormitory. He could barely handle it when Thanos’s damn laughter filled his head, but now her laughter joins his. He sits with his knees up to his chest and his hands over his ears but the laughter only gets louder.

“Nam-gyu.” Her voice sounds like it’s right beside him and he jumps back, looking on either side of him. There’s no one there, not really, but it doesn’t prevent him from hallucinating her. She’s sat so pretty next to him, covering her mouth as she giggles. “Found you.”

“You’re not real.” He stammers out, shaking his head. It’s not the first time he’s hallucinated crazy shit, not even the first time he’s hallucinated some dead bitch, but it’s the first time he’s felt this way. Regret, depression, agonizing loneliness…

“I’m not…?” Goddamn, why does she sound so sad? He wants to reach out and cradle her, wants to tell her he’s sorry, wants to explain himself, but he absolutely can’t. “I was real, though. I was real, I trusted you… You hurt me.”

“I-I-”

“You killed me- you’re why, you’re why, you’re why-”

“Shut up!” He can feel the gazes of the other players hit him immediately and the shrill cry of the newborn. He wipes his face and then wipes his hand on his shirt. He can’t shake the feeling of their stares even when they look away. He shakily takes a drink of his water, some of it missing his mouth entirely making him look even more like a mess than he fucking is.

“You’re always so mean. I liked you, Nam-gyu.” His throat bubbles with bile at her sweet, soothing words. He wants to throw up, wants to empty his barely filled stomach all over his bunk. The bunk where he had so many moments with the girl he- he- he-

He can’t afford to think about how he felt for her, he can’t handle the weight of the feelings that come rushing forward. He doesn’t want to face the fact that he honestly liked her. He looks down at his hands and clenches the one that reached out for her tightly until his nails dig into palms. His teeth dig into his bottom lip until he winces from the pain.

“Nam-su, she liked you, man. How could you do that to her?”

“Nam-gyu, I liked you so much. How could you do that to me?”

He swallows back vomit again. He wants them to shut up. He doesn’t need to be told by his goddamn dead friend and her how she felt for him.

The minutes feel like hours, he wants to die, wants to die, wants to fucking end it all. He can’t OD, not on the singular pill that floats around that goddamn cross. There’s no blade to cut himself until his arms look like minced meat and he’s bleeding out. He can’t even hang himself like that old hag did. He’s forced to sit on his bed and listen to them taunt him, remind him of his failures, and tell him to end it all- to join them.

Companionship is disgusting, companionship is an illness, companionship is a weakness.

Companionship is-

Eughh… The alarm for the new day breaks him from his thoughts. He won’t face this day alone, not when he’s haunted by the girl- his girl.

#nam gyu x reader #squid game x reader #nam gyu #squid game

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kyuungz · 2 days ago

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— waves of love on air

she was just an ordinary girl—until one magical summer, she was swept off her feet. on a secluded island resort, where passion meets destiny, a brand-new love story unfolds…

… as she meets a lineup of elite, irresistible bachelors, all searching for true love.

welcome to… waves of love! now airing!

one. — 「 next 」

PAIRING. yuri isami x fem!reader

CONTAINS. spoilers up to episode seventeen. viewer!yuri. slight!jiro kirisaki x reader. reader is mc/pc. yuri has feelings for reader. yuri is bad at feelings. maybe some weird possessiveness from yuri. some scenes/dialogue may differ from the original content/be added extra for character interactions. mtba

WC. 1.7k~ words

A/N. okay so the way im going about this is that the episodes are aired right after theyre filmed so theres only a day’s worth of delay. yes, this doesn’t usually work for reality tv shows but its for plot convenience lol!!!!!! just think of this as a fast-turnaround show pls!!!! “some scenes/dialogue may differ from the original content” due to author’s forgetfulness and also plot convenience (again)!!!!!

i have a lot to say abt this fic so if anyone is interested, i will be rambling abt this on my main c:

buried so deep into yet another research project, yuri nearly misses the obnoxious sound of his alarm. paired with the buzzing of his phone inside his pant pocket, his focus breaks. tch, and just as he was finalizing his assessment of his newest cure.

tearing off his medical gloves, he reaches for his phone to put a stop to the blaring din, wondering who on earth had the gall to disturb the greatest dr. yuri isami during his innovative research. was it jiro? is he in need of his care yet again? or another general student? really, he has no time for this nonsense. his rambling vents are cut short, thrown off by the words displayed on his screen: “waves of love. 8 pm.”

heat creeps up his neck. wh-what in the world is this supposed to mean?! is jiro playing another prank on him?! where even is his vice-captain?!

… oh. that’s right.

yuri regains his composure. waves of love. his face cools, and the red on his cheeks fades. the reality tv show jiro was set to star in, along with you and several other ger—ahem, fellow ghouls.

honestly! did darkwick really need jiro for this mission? and without yuri? well, not like he would ever join in on a dating show or anything, of course! how preposterous! and with you as the female lead? that would be incredibly unprofessional! right? wh-whatever! the nerve this school has! they ought to know the severity of jiro’s condition if not constantly monitored by yuri himself. they’re lucky his genius was able to deliver a suitable medicine for this sudden mission.

having collected himself, the mortkranken captain strides over to the tall cabinets, fetching a laptop off one of the shelves. proud footsteps echo through the nearly empty exam room. as jiro’s attending physician, he supposes this is a necessary step, observing how jiro is faring without him, as well as evaluating the effects of the adjusted medication. the results of the trial run lasted five days, but prolonged observation couldn’t hurt, even though nothing should go wrong, given that yuri had worked on it himself.

then there’s the case of you. a most vital specimen for the doctor. another stepping stone in exhibiting his achievements. and the key to obtaining the laurel crown. yes, he will thoroughly watch this silly reality dating show through.

taking a seat at his desk, he pulls up the correct streaming service. the sound of keys tapping fills the otherwise silent space. deft fingers gliding over his keyboard come to a halt as he finds what he’s looking for. satisfied, he sits back, crossing one leg over the other and lowering his arms onto the armrest.

on a luxurious boat, standing next to you, an unfamiliar face greets him. “—bout to have the experience of a lifetime. how are you feeling?” it seems he’s missed a part of your introduction, though that can only be a trivial detail.

your hair and clothes ruffle in the wind as you answer the question. “i’m pretty nervous, to be honest…” a small smile spreads over your lips despite your nerves seemingly getting the best of you. “i’m not sure what to expect from the contestants.” tch, what is there to be nervous of? handling a couple of ghouls is no remarkable feat. yet yuri lets his mind wander off to speculate the identity of the other ghouls.

the host continues his interview. well, no use in guessing. it’ll be revealed soon enough. “of course, of course. so, what is your type?” h-huh?! unconsciously, yuri’s fingers tightly grip the armrest of his chair before he quickly clears his throat and straightens his posture again. th-this is a dating show, after all.

“hmm.” you take a second to think over this question. “i guess i like cheerful people. they make me feel good.” hmpf, what is cheerful going to do for you? he sneers at your answer, even as the apples of his cheeks are still dusted a light pink.

the insignificant back-and-forth between you and the host continues until you reach the dock. at least you seem to be in good enough shape, even with the changing of the seasons—overlooking the different climates you have to endure back at the academy.

when your introduction ends, the scenery cuts to the beach; a complete view of the breathtaking resort is revealed as the camera pans out.

dusk has already fallen in the following clip, showing you dressed up in a new attire. while your back is facing the camera, the focus is on the host. the host takes up the stage in the center of the red carpet, presenting the essence of the show once more while you wait for him to receive you. “what kind of fairy tale ending awaits? it’s time to meet our first pearl, the luckiest lonely heart in japan.”

on cue, the camera lens fixes on you. the shot zooms in on your figure, waiting at the front of the red carpet. now dressed in a long, sleeveless gown. hair and makeup done to the nines, matching the mood of the nighttime ambiance.

the change in your appearance doesn’t go unnoticed by yuri. the color of your dress is in line with your undertone. the style of your hair is so simple, yet he can’t deny it’s fitting for your look. lastly, your makeup is done rather nicely, just heavier to compensate for the lighting used during filming. th-this is all from a doctor’s perspective, of course! and just because he spots these differences, that doesn’t mean anything! you’re still just you. a lab rat for him to experiment with. in your usual school uniform, you blend in with the rest of the germs. your hairdo is never anything special. and no matter the amount of foundation or concealer used, he knows of your eyebags hiding underneath. the same ones he always scolds you for when you visit mortkranken for whatever reason.

a familiar voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “hi!” you smile for the camera, adding in a little wave. the corners of your lips turn upwards, beaming brighter than before—brighter than the ones you’ve offered yuri until now, he notes. whether this one is genuine or not, he doesn’t dwell on it. “i’m waves of love’s first pearl.”

“welcome to the island, pearl. if you could join me over here.” the host raises his arm, inviting you to take your place beside him.

“o-okay!” lifting the skirt of your gown, you walk down the red carpet.

candles are lit along the path, and lovely flowers fill up the empty nooks and crannies of the venue, complementing the stark white of the furnishings. a few steps lead up to something akin to an altar.

your heartbeat beats in your ears. the clicking of your heels is barely audible on the soft fabric, though fortunately, it is enough to keep you grounded.

“your journey is about to begin. how are you feeling?” the host turns to you, eyes flicking over to yours once you’ve joined him.

“i have no idea how this is going to go, so i’m a little scared.” you fiddle a bit with your hands, trying to calm yourself. another bad habit yuri has berated you for. being so fidgety while he works it almost makes him nervous.

the host nods along to you. “that’s understandable. i’m looking forward to seeing how your feelings change throughout this adventure.” he diverts his attention back to the camera. “now it’s time to meet the six men who will be competing for your heart. to commemorate waves of love’s very first season, our bachelors are the crème de la crème. six irresistible men are on their way here as we speak. and one of them could be the one.”

the topic of love is a little… outside yuri’s expertise. he knows the heart and the blood that pumps through it, but he’s unfamiliar with the blood that spreads to his cheeks or the increase of one’s heart rate outside medical issues. it leaves him sputtering and flustered. all the same, the choice of words used for the script certainly does amuse him.

“are you ready to find love, pearl?” a question directed to you. yet you seem lost in thought.

yuri doesn’t know what you’re thinking. he never does. the first time he lectured you on anomalous diseases, you appeared to be listening intently, nodding along every now and then. but as soon as he finishes talking, your lips are pursed together, expression unreadable. there’s a distant look in your eyes. are you taking in what he said, or are you so ignorant that all you care about is that silly curse of yours? silly because isn’t it obvious he’ll have you cured in no time? and right now, are you seriously considering the host’s words? is love on your mind—next to the original purpose of the mission? are you hoping a certain ghoul is among the line-up? did the doctor’s name ever cross your mind? or is he overthinking this, and you only care about the mission? yeah, that’s probably right. he’s rambling again. that is the most plausible answer. what was he getting so worked up over?

“…pearl? are you ready?” the voice of the host brings both you and yuri back to reality.

startled and a little apologetic, you scramble to get your words out. “oh, um, yes!”

“then let’s meet our first eligible bachelor,” he replies, unfazed, and carries on professionally.

from afar, a low humming could be heard, much like a car engine, heading closer every second. not too long after, the rumbling slowly comes to a stop as a sleek, white limousine pulls up on the side of the road.

a porter appears and walks up to the door of the limousine. it suddenly dawns on you you’re really on a dating show, even though majority of it is pretend. the producer had told you beforehand that you would have the final say of your one true love. you didn’t think much of it then, too occupied with the unclear details of the mission. only now do you realize the implications of his words. still shrouded in the dark regarding the identities of the ghouls, you can only imagine how this could go.

the click of the car door opening is enough to have your heart rate pick up again.

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#[ ☆ ] — kyuungz writes #tokyo debunker #tkdb #tdb #yuri isami #yuri isami x reader #yuri isami x mc #tkdb x reader #tkdb x mc #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker x mc

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school-zones · 1 day ago

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My CME Jemily thoughts no one asked for ahead of season 18 finale:

Are we being queerbaited? Yes

Have we been queerbaited before? Yes

Will Jemily ever be canon? Nah

Am I mad about it? Not really

Here’s why…

I’ve been watching CM for about 16 years now, and have always thought that JJ and Emily had queer-coded chemistry. I’ve basically shipped Jemily since I watched Emily’s weird reaction to JJ and Will (I literally could not imagine straight friends acting like that?). Honorable mention: the way JJ looks at Emily on the jet when they’re talking about kids but seems so miserable when she finds out she’s having a kid with Will??? lol girl

During CM (before evolution) Paget and AJ basically both acknowledged Jemily and have admitted to playing it up on camera/bts, despite knowing that it would never happen bc of CBS.

Now, during CME, both Paget and AJ have been a lot more vocal about Jemily. Do I think it’s because Jemily will be canon? No, I don’t think so. I think it’s because now that CME is not a CBS show anymore, the cast is allowed to be more vocal about things the show thought would be bad press before. I don’t even think Paget and AJ really care about Jemily (the romantic ship). I think they more so care about Jemily (the friendship) and getting more screen time together. Which I’m not mad about tbh. We had a run there where Jemily barely had interactions and it was weird. Like, they’re besties, they literally hallucinate each other and take trips to Paris together…

Do I think they k*lled Will so that JJ could be with Emily (or even Reid—bleh)? No. I think they did it because Josh didn’t really want to play Will anymore and this literally happens to like all the main characters’ love interests (no one is safe)… to be honest I kind of saw this coming since the cancer scare. Also, and most importantly, CME has been highlighting 1 or 2 characters in each season (S1 Rossi, S2 Emily, S3 JJ and kind of Tara), so I figured JJ’s season would have some sort of trauma.

So, am I surprised they k*lled Will? No. Does it bother me… eh not really? I liked Will bc I thought he was a good dad and stuff, and I obv don’t like seeing JJ hurting.. but it’s a drama. A crime procedural drama is gonna drama.

Do I think they’ve been laying breadcrumbs out for Jemily fans after Will’s d*ath? Yes. Are they the crumbs we wanted? Meh. Are they entertaining? To me, yes. I screeched a little when JJ said her and Emily “worked it out” but wouldn’t say how lol. Even Ochoa was like??? Honorable mention: when JJ snuck onto the jet even though she wasn’t supposed to be back at work and Emily caved in .0001 seconds bc it’s JJ <3

Am I mad about the M*ndoza scene? Not really. I think it wasn’t as “Jemily” as the “it gives me you” scene, which I love. I think anyone can love that scene, even if you don’t ship Jemily, bc it’s just crazy that we’ve had genuine, loving friendships between women on CM for over 20 years. But, ultimately, I don’t really get why people are mad about the M*ndoza scene because, to me, it was 1. Emily trying to make JJ laugh (which she did) and 2. Emily explaining that she’s never had the real thing, and thus she can’t relate to JJ’s grief, but she’ll try her best to be there for her no matter what. IMO, just bc I’m a Jemily shipper (don’t come for me), I think Emily has never had the real thing because she wanted JJ and couldn’t have her, so she didn’t really try. I mean she genuinely never looked happy with any man I cannot stress this enough. Comphet is a bitch, trust me, been there.

Okay, I still love Jemily, but I don’t think we’re getting it. I think they are queerbaiting us a bit, but like, this isn’t new? Why would I be mad about it now, after 20 years.. just because the CME social media can hashtag Jemily now without getting chewed out by a network? Let them have fun I guess. Is it kind of silly? Yeah, but I also get excited when they talk about it. Also we have Tara and Rebecca, and that’s really exciting too. I hope we get a queer wedding on CME

I’m still having fun watching, bc this show has been a comfort to me for 16 years. And honestly, more interactions between my best girls, yes pls, I’ll take it.

(Okay but can Paramount actually make Emily queer tho bc we know she was supposed to be but CBS were cowards, thx)

#if you made it this far pls feel free to leave thoughts #but be nice #jemily #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution

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big-ooof · 3 days ago

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Come Closer

avoidant!jungwon x secure!reader

note: I felt good about Tuesday Night Confession (I still do!) but I got a comment about avoidant attachment and how they (@xoenhalover) related to Jungwon and if the reader was stable there wouldn't be any angst. They loved the drama but I still felt bad LOL so I had to get this off my chest. If you have thoughts or comments about any post, please share them with me. I don't bite... I'll just write about it hehe. sexual content 18+

The office is quiet, long past the time people usually go home. Most of the building’s fluorescent lights have gone dark. You don’t expect him to linger. Jungwon never does. But your shared project deadline is tomorrow, and neither of you have left the conference room since 7 PM. He sits across from you, shirt sleeves rolled up, brows furrowed as he reads through a report—but you can tell. He’s already halfway out the door in his mind. Again.

“You always do that,” you say, voice soft, not accusatory.

Jungwon looks up slowly. “Do what?”

“That thing where you look like you’re about to leave before anyone can ask you to stay.”

His pen stalls in his hand. There’s a pause—then a shrug. “It’s easier that way.”

You smile, just a little. “For who?”

He doesn’t answer.

This is the pattern. He flirts, but never long enough for it to mean something. He lingers, brushes past you a little too closely—but pulls away if you look his way too long.

Once, you touched his wrist in the breakroom and he stiffened like you hit a nerve. Not in disgust just like it made him feel something, and that was the problem. You’re interested in him but he’s avoidant. You know it and you’re not playing that game. But the thing is…he keeps coming back.

It’s not until a week later, after the project is done and the pressure is off, that it finally breaks. You're staying late again, this time for your own work, but he finds you in the empty office.

“Thought you went home,” you say, glancing up from your desk.

Jungwon shrugs, then closes the door behind him. “Didn’t feel like it.”

You nod, eyes returning to your screen.

And then he asks quietly: “Do you ever get tired of trying with people?”

The question catches you off guard. You turn to face him fully. He’s standing near your desk, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable—but there’s something behind his eyes. Something raw.

“Not really,” you say honestly. “Trying is easy. Leaving is harder.”

Jungwon exhales slowly. “You’re not afraid?”

“Of what?”

“Getting hurt.”

You pause, then stand. “No. I’ve been hurt before. It’s not the end of the world.”

He flinches like it’s too much. Like it’s too real. And that’s when you realize—you’re going to have to show him. You close the space between you slowly. He doesn’t move, just watches you like he’s waiting for you to change your mind.

“I’m not going to chase you,” you say quietly. “But if you want to stay… you can.”

He swallows hard. His breath catches. You don’t touch him—yet. You wait. And finally—finally—he leans in. Not a kiss, not yet, but his hands hover like he wants to reach for you and doesn’t know how.

So you make the first move. Your mouths meet softly at first, tentative. His lips are warm, but there’s tension in his shoulders, in his breath. Like he’s not used to being wanted like this. Not without a cost.

You don’t rush. You pull him gently to you, lead him to your desk, sit him down and straddle him. His hands find your waist, fingers pressing into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“You’re allowed to want me,” you whisper against his neck.

That’s when he breaks. The kiss turns desperate. His mouth is hungry, tongue slick against yours, fingers fumbling to push your shirt up. When you guide his hand under your bra, he gasps like it’s the first time he’s ever been allowed to touch someone and mean it.

Clothes fall away piece by piece—your skirt hiked up, his pants unzipped. The desk creaks beneath you.

“You feel so good,” he groans, pushing into you slow, deep, like he wants to memorize the way you wrap around him.

Your nails drag across his shoulders. “You don’t have to run anymore.”

“I’m not—” he chokes on the words. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Later, when you’re curled together on the office couch—his head buried in your neck, his breath warm against your collarbone—he murmurs, “I never thought I would do this.”

You stroke his hair, gently. “Did you want this? You can be honest.”

His voice cracks. “God, yes. I just needed someone who wouldn’t let me hide.”

You press your lips to his temple. “I see you. Even when you pull away. I’ll still be here.”

He clutches you tighter. No words. Just trembling arms and quiet breaths. You both sit in silence for a moment. Your legs still draped over his, skin flushed, blouse halfway buttoned, his tie dangling uselessly off your wrist.

Jungwon’s thumb brushes lightly over your knee. “You… don’t have to go home alone,” he says quietly, without meeting your eyes.

You tilt your head. “Is that you asking me to come over?”

His gaze flickers to yours—nervous, soft. “It’s me trying.”

The ride to his apartment is quiet, but not tense. The kind of silence that feels like something’s been opened between you. Like he’s still processing that you saw him—really saw him—and didn’t run.

You watch him from the passenger seat. His hand rests on the gear shift. He doesn’t say much, but his pinky brushes yours occasionally. You feel it. That slight tremble under his skin—like he's scared you'll change your mind.

His place is minimalist. Clean. A little too clean. There are no personal photos. No clutter. No warmth. “I don’t really bring people here,” he mutters, locking the door behind you.

“I figured.” You toe off your shoes, walk inside slowly— like he’s letting you into more than just his apartment. Because he is.

You turn to face him. “Jungwon.” He looks at you like he’s bracing for rejection. But you just smile, gentle. “Thanks for trusting me.” He exhales like he’s been holding it in for years.

You don’t rush. You move slowly. Help him out of his coat. Let your fingers linger on his shoulders, just long enough for him to lean into it. “Come here,” you murmur.

He kisses you softer this time. Not desperate—just present. When you make it to the bed, he’s already trembling under your touch. Not from nerves—from want. You ease him onto the mattress, straddle him again, and guide him in with a slow grind of your hips. His hands clutch your waist like you’re grounding him.

“This okay?” you whisper, brushing hair from his eyes.

He nods. “I just… I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m allowed to want this... and someone still wants me.”

Your heart squeezes. “You’re not hard to love, Jungwon. You just never believed it.”

His hips stutter beneath you. He cums with a soft groan and a trembling kiss to your shoulder, clutching you to his chest like he’ll fall apart if you move.

Aftercare is quiet. Intimate. Real. He brings you water. An oversized shirt to sleep in. He kisses your forehead without realizing it. And when you finally crawl under the covers together, he doesn't turn his back. He stays facing you. Eyes open, hand resting on your waist.

“You’re still here,” he says softly.

“So are you,” you smile.

In the morning, you wake up first. It’s still dim—the kind of early morning haze where time doesn’t feel real—and the only sound in the room is Jungwon’s slow, even breathing. He’s curled into your side, one arm draped around your waist, his cheek pressed against your shoulder like it belongs there.

It’s the calmest you’ve ever seen him. But when his breath stutters and his lashes flutter open a few minutes later, you feel the shift immediately.

His arm tightens around your waist, then abruptly releases. His body stiffens. His eyes scan the room like he doesn’t recognize it.

“Hey,” you whisper, hand smoothing down his back.

He flinches—barely, but you feel it. “Sorry,” he says too quickly. “I didn’t mean to—uh—hold on to you like that.”

You stay still. “You don’t have to apologize.”

Jungwon swallows hard, then pulls back. Not all the way—just enough to sit up on the edge of the bed, feet touching the floor, hands in his lap like a nervous schoolboy.

“This is…a lot,” he mutters, staring at the carpet.

You sit up slowly. “I know.”

He glances over his shoulder. “Do you?”

You nod. “I know what it’s like to wake up and not know if you’re still safe. If it was a mistake. If you’re too close.”

His jaw tightens. “Yeah. That.”

You wait a beat—then add softly: “But it wasn’t a mistake. And you’re not too close. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

He breathes in sharply, like that hurts more than if you’d pushed him away. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admits, voice low. “I don’t know how to be… held.”

You rise to your knees behind him, arms looping gently around his waist. He tenses. Then breathes. “You don’t have to know,” you murmur against his back. “You just have to try. I’ll meet you halfway.” You feel the way his spine slowly relaxes into your chest. A pause.

Then, in the smallest voice: “Can you stay a little longer?”

You smile, nose brushing his shoulder. “I wasn’t going anywhere.”

As the morning progresses, he’s still quiet—but different now. Not distant. Just… learning.

You brush your teeth together in silence. He lets you wear his hoodie and you catch him watching you as you pull it over your head. When you ask what he’s thinking, he just says: “You look like you belong here.”

You look at him over the rim of your mug. “I do.”

And he believes you… maybe for the first time.

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Spits this out of my cave

Once Upon a Dream (Lana Del Ray)

Twisted!AstroxReader

Tags/Warnings: fluff, angst

Toon!Reader

This only took me so long because I kept forgetting about it and playing video games lol

You weren't at all sure how to tell Astro about the dreams you've been having, nor were you sure you should tell him at all. Of course you knew he could give others dreams, but whenever you would approach him to request something, he would always shy away and respond with a quick nod, his eyes never meeting yours.

"Yes, of course," he'd say. It was odd but you thought nothing of it, until your dreams started to involve Astro little by little until it was just you and him having your own private adventures and scenarios.

Ever since the dreams, Astro's been on your mind more, and you wondered why he would give you such intimate things to dream of. But it wasn't just Astro on your mind, it was what he was doing and you replaying the events of your dreams: holding hands, longing eye contact, lingering touches, soft kisses, cuddling and snuggling, sweet nothings. You'd once thought of telling Astro about the dreams, but you were worried he would avoid you forever from embarassment.

You leaned against the wall of the kitchen, staring down at the floor and pondering about your latest dream. Astro telling you how much he loved you and almost worshipping you replayed and replayed and replayed. Had Astro truly meant to give you such intimate dreams, or perhaps it was a mistake and he didn't know? You weren't dense and you knew he could be dropping hints like the earth revolves around the sun. Your gaze danced across the room to Astro, who was having a casual conversation with Razzle and Dazzle.

As the astral toon talked, he had a small smile on his lips, but nothing you hadn't seen before. You blinked and Astro met your eyes, only to immediately flush pink and look away. A small chuckle left you as you thought his actions cute.

You made your way over to the conversing toons, wanting to see if Astro was hopefully not too much of a weirdo. You were newer than the main five toons, but not so new that you didn't know anyone, however you hardly ever talked to Astro.

"Hi, guys!" The two toons turned to you. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Razzle seemed delighted to see you. "Oh, no, not at all! Great to see you!" He said. "(Hey. It wasn't important anyway...)" said his twin brother, Dazzle.

"...Hi," you heard Astro mutter.

You turned to face the astral toon, "so, Astro, I was maybe wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime?" He blinked, seemingly shocked at the question. "I was thinking later today, or tomorrow, or, y'know, whenever you're free?"

Astro sputtered in response, looking to Razzle and Dazzle for assistance. Razzle gave a thumbs up and an encouraging smile, whereas Dazzle nodded weakly for the astral toon to go on speaking.

"Oh! Um, I would love to," Astro spoke. His voice was so soft and soothing and noticeably lower when adressing you. His eyes met yours only for a second before he threw them elsewhere. "U-Um. Yes, tomorrow sounds good.."

"Okay, great!" You gave the astral toon a greatful smile. "I'll see you then."

You continued to smile to yourself, leaving the two toons to resume their discussion to the kitchen for a small snack. Astro Novalite, one of the main five toons, took an interest in you. It would only be fair for you to get to know eachother better before deciding to decline his affection or not.

And so tomorrow came around in a blurr. You advised Astro to meet in your room for a movie night and he arrived a little later than you expected, but that was okay. That night was deathly silent, with you asking Astro a few ice breakers to get to know him better, that he only answered with nods or a shake of the head or with a few shy words, and making small comments on the film. Not much happened, but it was a start.

You stepped out of your room alongside Astro to bid him goodbye for the night.

"Shall we hangout again sometime?" You asked. Astro stopped and turned around to you. He fumbled with his words a bit but came to a second later,

"How does, ah," he paused to seemingly find his words, "the day after tomorrow sound?"

You nodded with a grin "that's perfect!" You said. "I'll see you then. Goodnight, Astro."

"...Goodnight."

And so you hungout again, just as said. You planned for more and more time together doing various things and learning more of each other. You played games, you joined the bookclub he was in, you had sleepovers with other toons, you even read up on astrology to share another interest with him.

Astro truly was the best toon to be around: he was calm and quiet, his voice was soothing, his presence was pleasant, his crescent moon was the softest shade of blue, he was considerate and caring, you could go on and on about him. You hadn't realized how much you fell for him until he invited you to his room, which was gigantic to your suprise, for a sleepover between just him and you, letting you sleep close to him on a large pile of soft cushions, blankets, and pillows. After all the time spent with him and gaining his trust, you could confidently say Astro was your closest friend yet. And yet your dreams kept nagging at your mind.

After the shutdown of Gardenview Education Center, it wasn't long until word got out about some 'ichor operation' that Dandy was in charge of. Toons, you included, would go down one at a time in groups of eight to the different floors of Gardenview, filling tubed machines with ichor and collecting supplies along the way. Your situation wasn't terrible, until toons started going missing and then reappearing a day or so later like nothing ever happened. Then came the twisteds.

You'd only ever seen two twisteds when they first started showing up on floors, following after Scraps' and Poppys' reappearance. You were in a group with Tisha, Shelly, and Goob, to name a few. Busy with gathering some baking supply from the diner, you heard Goob and Shelly exclaim something about Scraps, then came the snap of bone crunching and Goob crying out in pain. Your extraction group had to leave early to tend to Goob's injuries, as well as to inform everyone of your new threats.

As more twisteds came, the more dangerous sending out extraction teams became. So when you heard that Astro eas going out with a team of only a few toons, you rushed out of your room and over to the group of toons sending them off. You made eye contact with the astral toon and walked up to talk to him. You knew Astro could handle himself if the situation ever came to be, what with his good stealth, but seeing as he was only going down into the building with only a few other toons had your heart pounding. It was normal to worry over someone so much, right?

"Do you really have to go, now?" You found yourself asking Astro, who looked at you with a sorrowful expression. "Just wait for a few of the others to fully heal, then you'll be safer with a full team. Please, Astro."

Even when they came back, it already hurt to see the others go missing, you don't know if you could take it if he did. "I can come with you!"

"No," Astro placaded, "no." You noticed how his two little stars hovered over your shoulders," You should stay here and help the others. I'm sorry, but we need to do this, we're running out of -"

"But-"

"Please, don't interrupt me!" You shut your mouth, guilty. "We'll be fine, I promise. Okay?"

"...okay."

Astro didn't return with his group that night. Boxten told you that twisted Goob had pulled Astro just before he made it to the elevator.

You didn't dream that night, nor the night after. Astro had been gone for longer than the others had been and it didn't sit right with you. Only on the fourth night of Astro's dissapearance did you finally dream, a good sign in your book. It was entirely black and nothing was around you, and as you walked forward your footfalls made no noise. Soon you heard something wet.

Stopping to lift your foot up, you saw a black, inky substance attatched to your foot no matter how hard you scratched at it or tried to pull it off, so you continued on, the ground becoming wet as you moved. You eventually found yourself in some sort of tunnel, the walls illuminating a dim blue colour. The dim blue became brighter deeper in, until you were faced with a breathing mass of black and blue emitting some blue light. You stood frozen and unsure of what to do or if you should say anything. For a dream, everything felt so real.

"Hello?" You found your voice, shaking with fear. The breathing mass shifted, alerted by your presence. "I'm looking for my friend. Have you seen him?" Astro was never not on your mind these days. The mass of black and blue gurgled, and you saw a head slowly turn to look at you with a bright red eye with a black pupil, a familiar crescent marking, and a red star on the black side of its face. You gasped, rushing to its side, "Astro!" You looked over him, "are you okay? What happened to you?" You got another gurgle in response, almost as if he was retching something up, before a puddle of black substance came from his mouth. You yelped, stepping back.

"It's not safe," Astro exhaled, voice ragged and hoarse. He heaved his breath, "don't trust them." He stared intently into your eyes, "find me." Those were the last words he shared with you before the tunnel stretched out, Astro growing farther and farther away from you.

"Astro!" You tried to run, only to then notice how the black liquid kept you rooted right where you stood. No matter how you struggled, the thick substance slowly sucked you into the ground. "Astro, no!"

You awoke in a fright once you were fully enveloped in the thick substance. Looking around your room, you saw a few faint blue stars fall from around your head, fading into nothingness. You cupped your hand to catch one before it dissapeared, curling your fingers around it and bringing your fist to your mouth,

"How do I find you?" You asked in a whisper with the small hope that Astro could somehow hear you.

That afternoon, you were on a supply run with no one but yourself. Granted it wasn't a supply run, but instead a search and, possibly, rescue. While it was dangerous, you had done more than enough runs to be able to handle yourself just fine. You had made it to Astro's room and were unfortunate enough to be caught in a blackout. Wandering around, you could hear heavy footsteps somewhere ahead of you, as well as a strange laughter echoing out. You stopped in the hallway you were in, debating if you should risk yelling out and alerting more twisteds to your location. But as the footsteps came closer, you decided to take a risk.

"Astro?" You called out. The heavy footsteps halted for a few seconds, leaving you in tense silence, before the noise started to come right to you. You backed up, "Astro, is that you?" Your voice rose with growing fear. A noise, almost akin to a chime, rung out, sounding like something from outer space. You weren't sure if that was a yes.

The noise came closer, close enough to distinguish what it who it was. With a red star, red eyes and large, lanky figure, you knew exactly who this was. He got on his knees and held his arms out, stretched thin and bent and broken, to you and you didn't hesisate to embrace him.

"I thought you were dead!" You cried into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. He let out a low hum which sent vibrations through you, and you chuckled. You pulled away from him with wet cheeks, and Astro brought a broken hand with long, sharp fingers covered in black to wipe at your face. You held his hand as it held your cheek, "what happened to you?" Astro brought a third hand to his throat, one not covered in black, and let out another low, vibrating hum.

"You can't speak," you said. Whatever happened to him, it ruined him in more ways than you thought. "Astro, I'm so sorry." You nuzzled your face against his hand.

Astro brought his forehead to yours and closed his eye, and so did you.

"I missed you too."

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