#it really means a lot to ME that you care about him so much

[stanart4clearskin]

frat!art x reader

art was never the kind of guy to turn down a bet, no matter how stupid it was. that's why when his fellow brothers approached him with a bet to get a girl to fall in love with him, he was eager to say yes. after all, it usually just took some compliments and a crooked smile to get a girl hooked.

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art approached you, solo cup in hand and baseball cap on backwards to tame his unruly curls. he'd been watching you for the last seven minutes and it was obvious you wanted to be anywhere but this party. your eyes flitted back and fourth between the clock, your friends, and the front door. it seemed like you were trying to work up the courage to tell your friends you were leaving. why you had to work up the courage to talk to your friends was unknown to art.

"hi," he smiled, sticking out one of his hands for you to shake. "i'm art." you gave him a weary look but shook his hand anyway.

"art? as in like a painting?" you asked. he could tell you were curious about his namesake but were too polite to ask. after all, it wasn't everyday that you met someone whose name had a definition in the dictionary.

he laughed at your question. "yeah, like the painting." you nodded but still looked at him like he was a puzzle you wanted to solve. "my parents are artists," he supplied. "hence the name."

"ah," you said. "that's really cute actually. they named you after something that they really loved." art paused because well, he'd never really thought of it that way. maybe it was cute that his parents named him after something they loved because they loved him. "anyways, why me?"

his brows scrunched in confusion. "what do you mean why you?" art downed the rest of the vodka that was in his cup. he never got nervous talking to girls, but you were different. you didn't try to flirt with him or try to lure him into your bed. you talked to him like he was any other person and it was refreshing and slightly unnerving.

"why'd you come talk to me? you don't even know me." you clarified, instinctively licking your lips. art's gaze instantly went down to the beautifully pink pillows- he shook his head before looking back up at your eyes.

he shrugged and went to take a sip from his cup before realizing it was empty. his cheeks flushed in embarrassment when you took notice of the action and giggled at him. "i don't know. you looked like you've been itching to leave."

you smiled and god, art thought he might pass out. he'd met a lot of really beautiful girls at stanford, but none of them had a smile like you did. he was instantly drawn to the way your eyes crinkled and your entire face lit up. your smiled at him like you were truly happy. "that's quiet observant of you," you teased. "i have been wanting to leave, but I'm working up the courage to tell my group."

he cocked his head at you, like a confused puppy. "why do you have to work up the courage to talk to your friends? shouldn't you be friends with people you're comfortable with?"

you shook your head. "they're not my friends." you supplied. at art's blank stare you continued, "they're my roommate's friends. i met them today." art hummed in understanding and thought of a way to help you out. he wasn't sure why he cared so much about helping you leave but you were nice and he had nothing better to do.

without a word he snaked a hand around your waist and gently pulled you over towards your friends. you shot him a bewildered look, but he just smiled and kept walking towards them. "hello ladies," he greeted. "you all look very lovely tonight." he shot them his famous crooked grin and glanced at your for a second.

the girls all looked amongst each other, all as confused as you were. your roommate raised her eyebrow at you and all you could do was shrug and try to hold back a laugh. "as much as i think you are all wonderful," art continues. "i'm going to be taking this lovely lady back with me." he didn't give them anytime to respond as he ushered you towards the front door.

you laughed to yourself. "thanks, you didn't have to do that for me." you felt yourself blushing at the incredibility of it all. a hot stranger was helping you leave a party and walking you back to your dorm? you felt like the main character of some cheesy romance novel.

art smiled at you, arm still firmly around your waist. "it's no problem. i wanted to leave anyways. if anything, you were doing me a favor." the walk back to your dorm was spent with you laughing at the outrageous frat stories art told and him with wide eyes and a loose jaw while you told him how boring your life was. he dropped you off at your dorm with an exchanging of phone numbers and a kiss on the cheek before he was leaving and heading back to his dorm.

you leaned up against the door, phone clutched in your hand and a wide smile on your face. you did a some happy jumping and screaming before getting ready for bed. that night you and art stayed up texting until the sun was peeking through your blinds. for a moment you found yourself thinking that this might be your future boyfriend.

to be continued !

[wendichester]

I'm baaaacckkkk =D If there is a cap on request please let me know I just love your writing style and how you work them.

Ok so here's what I'm thinking. Reader and Dean are newer in their relationship, but when they're on hunts she always insists on getting her own room. Dean is confused and asks her and she admits that she has been told that she talks in her sleep/moves too much/is awful to sleep with and she doesn't want to put Dean through that. Maybe a little trial run too if you're up to it.

Thank you I always look forward to your fics!!

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡ sleeping beauty,

summary. you're hard to sleep with, but dean doesn't really care. as long as you're tucked right by his side, he'll sleep soundly.

pairing. dean winchester x reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 697

notes. thank you so much for requesting and for supporting me ehe. the cap is 1000 requests 🤭🩷

Dean’s been noticing it for a while now.

Every time you two land at a motel after a hunt, you insist on getting your own room. You always say it's for the best, especially after a long day, and that you’re “fine on your own.” But he’s no fool. Something’s off about it, and the fact that you always look at him with that little worried frown when he brings it up… well, it’s starting to bug him.

So tonight, after an especially grueling hunt, he’s decided he’s finally going to get to the bottom of it.

He’s not really sure why it’s been bothering him so much, but when you say you’ll “take the bed in the next room” again, he can’t hold back any longer.

“Why do you always do that?” Dean’s voice is quieter than he intends, leaning against the motel room door as you fumble with your bag.

You freeze for a second, before turning around with a smile that’s a little too forced. “Do what?”

Dean cocks his head, crossing his arms. “Get your own room. You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I just… I’m not good to sleep with, okay?”

His brow furrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You shift on your feet, biting your lip. “I—uh, I talk in my sleep. Move around a lot. I mean, it’s kind of awful.”

Dean blinks, taking in your words, but doesn’t move. “You’re kidding, right? You’re fine. We’ve slept together on the road before…”

You cut him off, voice soft. “No, no. Not like that.”

Dean feels a pang of guilt twist in his gut. He hadn’t realized it was bothering you that much. He takes a slow step toward you, his voice quieter, more gentle. “Is that what you think? That it’s annoying to be around you?”

You look away, unable to meet his eyes. “Yeah. People’ve told me I’m terrible to sleep next to. I don’t want to put you through that.”

Dean’s heart tugs at the vulnerability in your voice. He steps even closer, closing the distance between you. “I don’t care if you talk in your sleep, sweetheart. I don’t care if you move all night. I want to be with you.”

You blink up at him, surprise and disbelief flickering across your face. “Really?”

Dean smiles, soft but certain, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course. You think that’s gonna stop me from being near you?” He takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. “I just want you with me, [Y/N].”

There’s a quiet beat between you, then you look at him, nervous but hopeful. “So, uh, maybe we could... do a trial run?”

Dean’s eyes sparkle with amusement, his lips curling up into a slow grin. “You wanna test it out?”

You nod, cheeks pink as you shift from foot to foot. “Yeah. You know… see how bad it really is. If it’s that awful, I’ll go to the next room.”

Dean chuckles, that warm, familiar chuckle that always makes you feel at ease. “Alright, alright. We’ll see how it goes.”

Later that night, you find yourself curled up in Dean’s bed, wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest.

He’s quiet for a moment, just breathing, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back. You start to drift off, the exhaustion of the hunt finally catching up with you.

But then you feel it.

Your legs shift under the covers, a little too restless. You mumble something under your breath, the sleepiness creeping in.

Dean chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “See? Told you I didn’t care.”

You shift again, murmuring a few more unintelligible words, your hand brushing across his stomach.

Dean tightens his hold on you, a protective warmth flooding through him. You’re safe here. And so is he.

“Don’t worry about a thing, [Y/N],” he whispers, voice soft and steady. “I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

You sigh, finally settling, your body relaxing into him.

And Dean smiles in the dark, knowing he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

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[aquasoftware]

★ SOAK OPERAS!! ☆

Snippet | “Don’t go acting all shy on me now, Mrs. Geto.”

FT║ Fem!Reader ✘ househusband! Suguru.

Desc | If dealing with students who think your classroom is a WWE match wasn’t enough, now you’ve got a mountain of work waiting for you at home. Overworked and underfùcked, you finally snap ➜ so your doting, dangerously hot househusband decides it’s time to step in.

Cw║ (Proceed with caution 18+ ⚠️) Househusband!Suguru, Teacher!Reader, lots of petnames, tons of praīse, Suguru has a huge thing for legs, màssages, bėgging, bràt tàming, dīrty tàlk, soft/service dom! Suguru, bràtty sub! Reader, fīngerīng, multi big o’s, usage of good gīrl (sorryyy,) overstím, sqūīrtīng, fīnger súcking, cūm eating, spānking, prōne bōne, bréédīng, pússy drúnk! Suguru, créámpīe, lots of kisses, “love you’s,” + aftercare.

WC ➜ 3.8K ➜ ML

Estimated 17-20 minute read & Oneshot.

Preparing students for huge exams that’d determine whether or not they’d graduate, grading endless assignments, lesson planning all night, and on top of that dealing with those combative students who made you question why you ever pursued being an educator in the first place?

It was all weighing on you.

And one of these days? You were going to snap.

Nevermind, that was today.

Specifically when you came home, after breaking up a classroom fight.

You huffed, kicking your heels off at the porch, tossing your heavy bag and keys onto the bench using way more force than usual, even after stepping through the door, an absurd heftiness of the day clutched onto you. And the worst of all? You still had a shit ton of work to do.

If wishes were real, you’d have a vacation paired with Pink Whitney in your hand by now, but you intensely sighed brushing off the thought.

“When’d you get in?” Suguru drawled, raising an eyebrow, manspreading on the couch–pink apron still tied around his waist from preparing dinner.

Even through your exhaustion, one sight of your husband soothed something deep in your spirit.

“Few minutes ago…” You muttered, eyes semi-lit up from seeing him, yet your pitch cascaded with dryness.

He noticed immediately–the short reply, lack of emotion in your tone, the tension in your shoulders. He quickly felt a profound urge to fix it all for you.

“C’mere baby.” Suguru commanded, reaching for the black remote to pause the dramatic soap operas he’d been super-glued to all day.

You trudged toward the leather couch, sitting beside him as he rubbed slow, warm circles across your back.

“You okay?” He tried to check in, invested on why you were upset, maybe it was the wrong time to ask though, because you didn’t mean it, you really didn’t want to take it out on him.

But something about that question made you snap completely.

“Suguru, do I look like I’m fucking okay to you?” Scowling at him, you folded your arms, crossing your legs.

Damn. Okay, he knew that was a stupid question with an obvious answer, he hadn’t expected that though. But the stress in your voice, the way your lips poked out? He knew better than to take it personally.

Instead, your husband exhaled softly, his hand never stopping its slow strokes against your back.

“I get it, baby. It’s alright.”

His voice caressed you, low and smooth–like thick honey melting on your skin, unbothered, unshaken by your moodiness, fully consumed by so much patience you were sure he’d secretly be in the Guinness world record for it.

He spoke once more “Let me take care of you, yeah?” Taking your hands into his welcoming ones.

Your heart tremendously twitched at the offer, nodding. Allowing his warm palms to knead into your calves like dough, leisurely working out the tension that had built up from being on your feet all day.

“You work too hard, Y/n.” he angelically whispered, thumbs pressing unhurried, firm circles against your aching muscles.

“It’s not my fault, I have to.” You mumbled back, head sinking farther as you leaned into the couch cushions that were decorated among a plethora of pillows, funky designs adorning them.

His hands didn’t falter, massaging so deliberate and comforting, it felt as if he put you under some sort of spell–day’s load swiftly dissolving under his fingertips. His presence became a strong yet silent reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

The scent of dinner still lingered, mingling around faint traces of his baccarat cologne. The almost professional rhythm of his touch, it was all rapidly numbing your mind.

And if you were being honest, your panties began to get extremely sticky–slick clinging to the middle part of the fabric. You were too far gone to pray he wouldn’t notice though.

He only hummed in response, but his focus gradually started to drift as he kneaded higher up your luscious legs.

It was supposed to be an innocent little massage, but it was stupidly impossible to ignore how the red pencil skirt hugged your figure, the delicate stretch of skin-colored tights underneath had his breathing irregular.

The fabric was sheer enough that he could see the beautiful shape of your legs perfectly–the curve of your calf, and the freckles on your thigh that he was obsessed with?

Your husband found himself growing rock-hard already, except he swallowed Adam's apple bobbing as he forced himself to keep his touch controlled.

Then, you shifted, letting out a breathy moan, the movement causing your skirt to ride up a little too high for him to just keep this as an innocent stress relieving massage.

Shit, he was even able to see your pretty lace panties through the tights.

His fingers dragged up, moving to your inner thigh attempting to soothe any sore muscles there too, perhaps he squeezed too hard though, because he felt it.

The way your body shuddered as tiny goosebumps trailed all over your skin.

And the way your thighs clenched a little bit, your core pulsing faster than a marathon, even through the miniature barrier of fabric.

Suguru stilled for a moment, demeanor noticeably changing. His jaw locked while his long fingers tweaked where they rested.

“Oh? I see, work isn’t the only thing making you moody huh?” his lips purred, as he smirked amused he wasn’t the only one affected since the tent in his pants was beginning to become a nuisance.

Your face grew more heated than an oven at the observation “Suguru!” you squealed eyes widening like balloons at how promptly he caught on.

You hadn’t been fucked in months due to how much duties you had after coming home, so there was barely any time for that. And having a stressful situation on top of a stressful situation? This is all you wanted right now, to be touched by your man.

He breathlessly chuckled, pale hand squeezing your thigh tighter.

“Don’t go acting all shy on me now, Mrs. Geto.”

Unfortunately for you your pride wouldn’t let you admit you needed him that easily though…

“It’s not even like that,” you blurted, rolling your eyes, shifting your legs closed as if that could stop him from detecting how hot and bothered you were.

“Are you sure?” His hand slid further, over the curve of your thigh, stopping just short of where you needed him most. “So if I touched you here…” His fingers traced the seam of your tights, scarcely grazing over your clothed cunt—“I wouldn’t find you soaked?”

A whimper fled your lips, hips jerking instinctively toward his hand.

“What was that, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice dripping pure elation. “Didn’t sound like a no.”

“Shut up Sugu,” you grunted sheepishly, body burning anticipation.

He clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, a little bratty today, huh?” His other hand came down sharply against your thigh—a warning smack that made you jolt.

His fingers hooked into your tights, pulling the fabric off and the panties aside. The moment cool air hit your slick folds making it glisten, Suguru let out a low groan.

“Shit, baby. You were gonna sit here and lie to me when you’re this messy?” your man was hardly able to contain how turned on he was.

Your body shivered when his wedding band contrasted–slender fingers sliding between your warm folds, gathering your arousal.

“Mmph, so needy. My poor wifey.” He teased, brimming friskiness not pushing in yet solely to hear you whine for him.

“S—Suguru, aah please…”

He flashed a toothy grin, long jet-black hair dangling over his shoulder as he turned his head to press a tender sensual kiss on your inner thigh. “Hm, please what? you can do better than that, love.”

You squirmed, manicured nails gripping his lean muscular arm. Shortly folding, you begged “Please, just touch me, I want your fingers, anything please, I just need you.”

That was all it took. Suguru plunged two digits inside you, his ring still on, gently stretching you out. Your mouth fell apart, followed by a lengthy drawn-out moan, sprinkling into the air—evidence of how badly you desired this.

Then you spread your legs wider, just enough to let him treat you like royalty.

“Mmm, there you go,” he crooned, nudging his palm against your clit as he curled his large fingers inside, your gummy walls inviting him in.

“That’s my good girl.”

You couldn’t help but lift your hips up to meet his hand at his words, desperate for more, your slickness smearing across his palm as your body moved on instinct—hungry, mindless, wanting him deeper.

He shook his head feigning disappointment, dimples forming as his lips curved into a crooked smile.

“You could’ve just told me this was what you needed, angel. I would’ve taken care of you the second you walked in.”

You let out a choked sob, unable to focus on anything that was said. Glasses askew, cheek smashed into one of the couch pillows, your back arched as your legs trembled from overwhelming pleasure—narrowly keeping it together.

He set a fast rhythm calculated, every stroke purposeful—dragging out euphoria until your toes curled and breathy hitches swept past your lips.

But the second he hit that spot—the one that made your body judder as you flung your forearm across your face like a shield?

That’s when he started really enjoying himself, watching your reactions intently like one of his soap operas, knowing you were close.

“Mmm, That’s it, baby… Right there!” You gasped, as your body shook under his hand, pliant, attuned to every saccharine stroke he gave you.

He zeroed in on that precious g-spot, rubbing in a “Come here” motion, unrelenting and precise.

The pressure caused your walls to flutter, clenching with each back and forth gesture.

Your moans climbed higher, melting into siren-like whimpers—loud enough to have angry neighbors complaining, not that you could bring yourself to care anyway.

That coil began to build briskly, difficult to escape. Your stomach tensed with every breath, chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern, thighs quivering as you teetered right on the edge of your orgasm.

“Oh my god, hah Sugu… t—that feels s’fucking good”

“Yeah? I know it does.” His other hand pressed down on your stomach, firm but not rough, keeping you in place as he continued to plant more kisses on your leg. “C’mon, let me feel it princess, cum f’me.”

His fingers picked up speed, rough and unforgiving, tapping that sweet spot as his palm grinded on your aching clit with every motion stoking the fire emerging in your belly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Was all you could manage to frantically spew out, voice growing hoarse after every word.

Pleasure seized you all at once—cutting like knives, immensely electric, it stole the breath straight from your lungs.

Your cunt spasmed as a mewl freed itself out of your throat as your release burst free, gushing down Suguru’s wrist—inked with your initials in cursive—and drenching his apron in the process.

And still, he didn’t stop.

His fingers worked you through the high, prying wave after wave from you, each convulsion coaxing out more wetness as the lewd squelch of your arousal grew louder, filthier.

“Love you,” you heaved between shaky breaths.

The couch beneath you was damp. His tattooed wrist gleamed. And your husband’s lips twisted into that smug, knowing smirk—so sure of himself, so proud that he could always make his wife fall apart.

“I love you too, baby,” he mouthed, sewing a kiss to your thigh. “So much.”

You cried out, legs trembling violently, the aftershocks leaving your body in tatters. The pleasure lingered like an echo, so intense you instinctively reached down to push his hand away—sensitive, overstimulated, gasping for mercy.

But Suguru caught your wrist with ease, gently guiding it aside.

“Ah ah, ah, don’t run from it, love,” he cooed, voice like velvet dipped in sin—low, smooth, savoring your unraveling. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Then another wave slammed into you—abruptly. Your hips bucked, more wetness spilling over his palm in a stream so obscene it made his jaw drop.

“Damn,” he growled, forehead resting upon your thigh as he beamed, teeth grazing your skin. “That was a pretty one.”

You couldn’t speak. Could scantily breathe. Your body was limp, boneless, nothing more than a ruin draped across the couch, mind foggy with bliss.

Suguru only exhaled, before lifting his soaked hand into the dim light—watching the way your slick spread between his fingers, shining like a trophy.

“You made such a mess,” he mentioned in awe, voice tainted glee.

You twitched in response—body still quivering from overstimulation, thighs spasming gently as aftershocks coursed through your spent frame.

Suguru chortled, before grabbing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“You gonna clean up what you did, sweetheart?”

Your lashes flittered. Eyes glossy. Lips parted as you tried to draw in breath.

He smiled, going feral at your current state.

“Open up, baby.”

His thumb teased your bottom lip, coaxing it open, and the moment you did, he slid two slick fingers into your mouth, one garnished in his wedding band—soaked in your release.

The taste of yourself coated your tongue, hot and decadent. You whined around him, his fingertips greeted your tongue forcing you to slurp away your fluids.

“That’s it,” he silkily rasped, gaze pinned to your mouth. “Suck for me.”

You obeyed without question—lips stretching, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as you cleaned him with moderate, reverent spins.

His pupils dilated, hunger bleeding into every inch of him.

“Mmm. Good girl.” His voice dropped an octave, thick with lust. “Tastes perfect right?”

He pulled his fingers out achingly slow, dragging along your tongue so you could feel every inch, leaving your mouth empty and your core pulsing with need again.

A soft squeak escaped you, leaning into his warmth, thighs squeezing together as your body betrayed you—already aching for more.

Suguru leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips—each one reverent.

“Told you I’d take care of you, baby.”

You were still shaking, on top of the couch, but his body was taut with restraint—his cock straining beneath his apron that he untied straight away along with unbuckling his belt pulling his pants down, sure he’d die if he didn’t empty his balls.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous when you’re all wrecked for me.” His hand slithered down your jaw, tilting your face toward him again, the edge of his thumb brushing your cheekbone.

“Think you’ve got one more in you pretty girl?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, batting your lashes, thighs pressing together.

That’s all he needed. He wasted no time grabbing you by your waist flipping you onto your stomach.

Your cheek pressed into the pillow, you took your glasses off holding them to be comfortable. You felt the couch dip as he knelt behind you, palms sliding up the backs of your thighs before spreading them apart.

“So fucking wet,” he expressed to himself, dragging two fingers through your folds, watching how easily you parted for him. “God, you’re perfect.” Suguru claimed, happy he’d be the only one making you like this.

You let out a shaky exhale as he stroked the head of his cock along your entrance, catching on your clit just to hear the way your breath hitched again.

“Don’t tease,” you shot, voice muffled into the cushion.

He chuckled low, bending down to kiss the dip of your spine. “Don’t be impatient princess, I’m giving it to you.”

Then he pushed in—sluggish, all the way to the hilt.

Your mouth fell open, but no sound came out at first. The stretch had your eyes rolling, back arching faintly under him as he bottomed out.

“Oh my god—” you choked, free hand gripping the armrest like it was the only thing anchoring you to earth.

He stayed there for a moment, letting you feel his girthy eight inches.

“Fuuuck, nghh, you’re tight,” he hissed through his teeth, one hand smoothing over your back, before caging you using both arms.

Then he started to move.

His hips rolled into you easy at first—deep and controlled, letting you feel every inch grind against that oversensitive spot inside you.

The pace was intimate, each stroke snatching a breathy moan from your lips.

“You take me so well,” Suguru hummed, leaning over your back, his chest pressed flush against you. “This pussy was fucking made for me.”

Your thighs wobbled as his pace built, heavier now, slapping against your ass with each thrust. You sing-song moaned, swearing you could feel him in your guts—forehead pressed into the cushion, body rocking with every deep stroke.

He used one of his veiny hands to spank your ass, biting his lip when it jiggled. Your walls clamped down around him at the action allowing a groan to leave his throat.

“C’mon, Y/n,” he panted your name divinely, mouth at your ear gently nibbling it. “Wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”

Your legs kicked faintly, unable to handle the stimulation—his tip snapping on your g-spot just right.

It was too much.

And it was dragging you toward the edge again.

Your body had hardly recovered, but Suguru didn’t give you a chance to come down. Not when you were this heated, this snug, this perfect around him.

He found that angle directly—already knowing your body like the back of his inked hand. His strokes were deep, precise, his hips flicking against the curve of your ass with a tempo that left your lungs aching.

Your moans turned into broken sobs, face smushed into the couch cushion, drool pouring out your lip as your thighs shook uncontrollably.

“Shhh, I know, baby,” he cooed, kissing the back of your neck while he fucked you through the overstimulation. “I know it’s a lot—but you’re doing so good.”

You didn’t even have the words to beg him to slow down. Or to keep going. You were somewhere in between delirium and heaven, your body tottering under every harsh drag of his dick.

And when he found your g-spot again? Pounding into it ruthlessly you screamed.

“Aah! Sugu I can’t—fuckk” you babbled, voice caught between a cry and a whimper.

“You can,” he purred against your shoulder, fingers rolling tight circles against that overstimulated bundle of nerves. “C’mon. Give me another one, sweetheart. Wanna feel you gush on me again.”

His words broke something in you.

The coil snapped brutally in how hard it hit you. Your entire body locked up before you convulsed around him, cunt squeezing so tight it knocked the breath out of him.

A wet gush spilled from you, soaking both of you again—your thighs, his shaft, and the couch beneath.

“Shittt,” he animalistically growled, hips stuttering as he fucked you through it, the slap of skin and the wet squelch of your orgasm impossibly obscene. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Your vision went white for a second. Fingers clawing uselessly at the cushion, a high-pitched whine spilling from your lips.

Suguru eventually halted, letting you ride out the tremors. Letting your body melt into the couch, limp and pliant. And still, those fuzzy white bunny slippers were on his feet.

Suguru couldn’t take it anymore.

Not when your cunt was pulsing like that around him, clenching down on him like you didn’t want him to ever leave.

His grip tightened one hand resting on your hips, fingers digging into the plush of your waist as his flow grew sloppier, rougher. His forehead dropped to your neck, breath hot against your skin as he groaned deep—feral.

“Fuuuck—Y/n, you’re gonna make me cum,” he rasped, voice gruff, needy. “Shit, you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight.”

Your only response was a soft, broken mewl into the pillow, your body shuddering with every thrust.

“Gonna fill you up, yeah?” he panted. “Gonna give you all of my cum—fuck, wanna knock you up.”

He was gone, entirely pussydrunk.

His hips snapped forward with a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt as a groan tore from his chest, raw and guttural. His cock twitched deep inside you as hot ropes of cum spilled into your cervix, thick and endless.

He stayed buried there, holding you tight, grinding in slow circles to push it deeper, watching his cum drip back out around his manhood.

“Look at that,” he uttered, astonished, breathless, one hand sliding down to thumb at your swollen clit again. “So full of me, think… I put a baby in you.”

You whimpered helplessly, hips rocking from aftershocks, and he finally leaned down, kissing your spine, your shoulder, your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered, still buried deep inside, body draped over yours, voice so soft and satisfied it made your chest ache. “M’never letting you go.”

And from the floor, those ridiculous bunny slippers peeked out—innocent, stupidly soft, in total contrast to what he’d just done to you.

Suguru didn’t pull out right away.

He stayed there for a moment—buried deep, draped over you, chest rising and falling against your back, his arms curled around your middle like he didn’t want to let go. His length still nestled inside your cozy, messy cunt,

“You okay, Y/n?” he finally whispered, voice hoarse but gentle, showering kisses to the back of your neck. “Talk to me.”

You nodded, your cheek still squished into the pillow. “M’okay,” you mumbled, dazed. “Think you fucked the thoughts outta me.”

He laughed low in his chest, one hand coming up to smooth out your clothes, fingers grazing your temple.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he said, easing out of you with a soft hiss, watching your cum-slick pussy flutter around nothing before his eyes softened. “Shit. Made such a mess in you, huh?”

You could only brashly pant trying to catch your breath.

Suguru scurried into the bathroom nearby for a warm towel coming back to gently wipe between your thighs, murmuring praises as he went.

“There we go, angel. You did so good for me. So, so good.”

He lifted you carefully, tucking you into his chest as he sat back on the couch, pulling a blanket over both of you. His palm rubbed lazy circles into your thigh as he kissed your forehead.

And even with your legs still weak, your lips parted in a sleepy smile.

“You wore the bunny slippers the whole time??” you slurred, still dazed.

Suguru smiled. “Of course I did,” he said, his voice full of smug love. “You think I’d take these off? Absolutely not.”

You wheezed a little giggle against his collarbone, letting your body melt into his.

And he held you there—until your heart dwindled slowly, and your breathing softened.

By tomorrow morning, you’d be strolling into work like nothing happened—students staring at you, creeped out by your unshakable mood and bright, unnatural pep at 8 a.m. Not knowing you’d been thoroughly destroyed the night before by your husband in bunny slippers.

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A/n : Had huge Suguru brainrot and wrote this, I was not expecting the brainrot to make this end up at 3.8K whew… + I also wasn’t expecting so many peeps to wanna be tagged 😅 I hope I fulfilled your expectations!!

[seitmai]

The meal was one of the best he had ever made, which he believed had to be because you helped make it. The conversation at the table was nice, too. He made you laugh more than once, and he felt completely at ease. Nothing forced or awkward. It felt like a date.

Perfection 🥰

 “I’m an idiot,” he whispered, sitting down with a book to distract himself.  Alpine let out a meow as if she agreed, walking out of the room with her tail high. “Thanks, Al. I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he muttered.

Hahah not the momwnt you want your pet to agree with you 😅

 “Don’t be,” he replied, his book long forgotten as he let you inside. Even if he had plans, he would’ve found a way to shift them around and make time for you. “I’m glad you stopped by.” It felt like too long of a gap in-between seeing you. “You can come over whenever you want,” he smiled. He wished you could stop by every day.

Urgh he is so cute 😍

"We really are spoiling her,” he chuckled, taking the box from your hands. He didnt mind spoiling Alpine, and it meant a lot that you cared about her. “I’m sure she’ll love your gift.”

There are worse things than to spoil your pet 🤷🏻‍♀️

Your smile brightened up the room and he found himself staring again. He wanted to drop the box and pull you into his arms to kiss you, ask you out on a date against your lips. Something.

🥹🥹🥹

“You mean purrfect?” he asked, inwardly cringing. Yeah, his game sucked.  But you giggled again, a sweet sound that made him sigh. “That's exactly what I meant.”

They are really on the same wavelength

Bucky wanted to do nice things for you, too. He wanted to treat you like the queen you were. You deserved it so much and more. Not just for being a good neighbor, but for being you; a shining beacon of light, something he craved after living in darkness for so long. 

🥹🥹🥹

“Oh.” He could practically hear the blood rushing to your cheeks. “I'm not-” “Yes, you are. Believe me.” He wanted to sing your praises. God, how would you react if he praised you in bed?

Oh maybe he will find out 😌🤭

 “You… You really want to go out with me?” he asked, needing to hear you say it again to make sure he wasn't dreaming. You brought a hand to his cheek and he didn't hesitate to lean into your touch. “I really do.”

I have a feeling this is very mutual 🥰

He still had your other hand in his and he wondered if he felt the light tremble that moved through his body. “Am I pushing my luck if I kiss you?” You trembled this time. “Not at all,” you whispered.  “I’ve been wanting that, too,” you smiled, letting him wrap his arm around you to hold you closer. Hearing you admit that brought a sense of relief and hunger. “So kiss me again.” “In front of Al?” he teased, who was already curled up on her new sofa. “Well.” He frowned when you tried to pull out of his grasp. “If you don't want to…” 

🥰🥰🥰

Navy!!!

Cooking Together reader would totally get this for Alpine and Bucky would fall so hard for her 🥺🥰

Photo credit

This is the cutest thing EVER.

Come on Over

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You stop with a gift for Alpine.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff, longing, pining, canon divergent neighbor AU, flirting of sorts, kissing, getting together, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Follow up to Cooking Together! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Two days. It had been two days since Bucky cooked dinner with you in his apartment and he couldn't stop thinking about you. You consumed his thoughts, your voice, your smile, how close you two were while you cooked. He couldn't stop imagining dancing with you in the kitchen, your body against his, your hearts racing in time. 

The meal was one of the best he had ever made, which he believed had to be because you helped make it. The conversation at the table was nice, too. He made you laugh more than once, and he felt completely at ease. Nothing forced or awkward. It felt like a date. 

But instead of asking you out on a real date when he walked you back to your apartment, he wished you good night and nothing more. Not even a kiss on the cheek. He thought you looked disappointed for a second, but you gave a smile and wished him a good night, too. He almost stopped you before you went into your place, but something just… held him back.

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered, sitting down with a book to distract himself. 

Alpine let out a meow as if she agreed, walking out of the room with her tail high.

“Thanks, Al. I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he muttered. 

He hadn't made it to the end of the page when he heard a knock at the door. Placing the bookmark in with a sigh, he took a second to stretch once he stood up. He wasn’t expecting company and he hadn't ordered anything. Hopefully whoever was at the door wouldn’t be there for long. 

“One sec,” he called out, slowly making his way over.

Once he opened it, his heart skipped a beat and he wished he would have rushed to get there instead of taking his time.

“Hi, Bucky!” you smiled. 

He opened the door more to get a better look at you. Dressed down and holding a large box in your hands, you looked effortlessly beautiful. Did you have any idea what sort of spell you put on him whenever he saw you? 

“Hi,” he breathed when he realized he was staring for too long.

“How are you?” 

“Good,” he replied. Better now that he got to see you. It was also nice because you didn't ask him how he was for the sake of asking. You genuinely wanted to know. “How are you?” he asked, smoothing out his hair followed by his shirt for no reason. Did he look okay? 

“I’m also good,” you said, frowning after a second. “But I should've asked if I could stop by. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replied, his book long forgotten as he let you inside. Even if he had plans, he would’ve found a way to shift them around and make time for you. “I’m glad you stopped by.”

“Really?” You bit your lip, and he had to stop himself from groaning. “I was just here a couple of days ago.”

It felt like too long of a gap in-between seeing you. “You can come over whenever you want,” he smiled. He wished you could stop by every day.

Your shoulders relaxed and so did he. “I’m glad to hear that since I may have gotten a little something for Alpine and I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to bring it over.” You held up the box, your eyes crinkling with happiness. “But if you don't like it I can return it.”

“We really are spoiling her,” he chuckled, taking the box from your hands. He didnt mind spoiling Alpine, and it meant a lot that you cared about her. “I’m sure she’ll love your gift.”

Your smile brightened up the room and he found himself staring again. He wanted to drop the box and pull you into his arms to kiss you, ask you out on a date against your lips. Something.

“Hey, Alpine,” you said when she walked back into the living room, snapping him out of his thoughts. She went right to you and rubbed herself against your leg with a gentle purr. He considered himself lucky that his cat adored you so much.

“Look, Al. She got you a present,” he smiled, opening up the box. His eyes widened when looked inside. “And she outdid herself this time.”

You giggled when he took a mini sofa out. Alpine had a big pillow that she curled up on, but this was so much better in his eyes. “I thought it was perfect for her.”

“You mean purrfect?” he asked, inwardly cringing. Yeah, his game sucked. 

But you giggled again, a sweet sound that made him sigh. “That's exactly what I meant.”

His eyes darted between his sofa and the mini one in his hand. “It… It matches mine,” he whispered, his heart full at the realization. “Did you have this specially made?”

You looked away for a moment. “Well, the sofa itself isn’t specially made, but the cover is. I figured since she’s your little partner in crime that she should have a sofa like yours to relax on,” you explained, a shy smile gracing your beautiful face. “I also figured I could take photos of her resting on it and send them when you’re on your next mission.”

He swallowed hard when he met your stare. Was it possible to fall for you more? “It’s a really thoughtful gift,” he said, setting it down so Alpine could inspect it for herself. You put time and effort into it, and he knew she’d sense that and love it.

“There’s one more thing,” you smiled, nodding to the box.

His brows pinched together before he looked inside. He somehow completely missed the small card at the bottom. “And what’s this?” he asked.

“It might be a gift card for that pizza place that you order from every week,” you casually said. If Alpine’s gift made his heart full, the additional gift had it overflowing. It may have seemed like a small gesture to you, but it meant a lot that you paid attention to his likes. “I know we plan on taking turns cooking together and I’m really looking forward to that, but I also know how much you love their pizza.”

Bucky pictured himself curled up with you on the sofa while you shared a pizza, Alpine on her little sofa nearby. The mental image brought a soft smile to his face. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I wanted to, Bucky,” you said. 

Bucky wanted to do nice things for you, too. He wanted to treat you like the queen you were. You deserved it so much and more. Not just for being a good neighbor, but for being you; a shining beacon of light, something he craved after living in darkness for so long. 

He moved closer and took one of your hands in his, your breath hitching when his thumb moved along your skin. He heard your heart racing, that same familiar excitement when he was close to you in the kitchen. “You’re beautiful,” he said before he could stop himself. “And amazing.”

“Oh.” He could practically hear the blood rushing to your cheeks. “I'm not-”

“Yes, you are. Believe me.” He wanted to sing your praises. God, how would you react if he praised you in bed? 

You dipped your head when you giggled and he wanted to tip your chin up so he could see your pretty eyes again. “Well, you're very handsome and amazing, too,” you said so softly he almost missed it. You thought he was handsome? Amazing? “And I meant it when I said you're the best neighbor I’ve ever had.” You put a finger up when he opened his mouth. “If I can't argue when you compliment me, neither can you.”

“Fair enough,” he said, but wanted to be more than just the best neighbor you’ve ever had. “Do you… have any plans for the rest of the day?” 

“No, I don't have any plans,” you answered, gazing at him expectantly, giving him an opening. 

He inched forward, his heart racing. He had to take a chance, something he should've done two days ago. “Will you stay for dinner then?”

“Yeah, I will,” you smiled. He exhaled, happy that you wanted to stay. “Are we cooking something or ordering pizza?”

“I think it’s only fair that we get pizza since you were kind enough to get me that gift card.” As nice as that sounded, it wasn't enough. He selfishly wanted more. “But maybe…”

“Maybe what?” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes that said he was reading this right.

“Maybe we can have dinner this weekend, but as a date.”

He steeled himself, praying that you'd still be a friend and a good neighbor at the very least if he read it wrong and you didn't want to go out with him.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, your smile widening more. He almost didn't believe his ears. “I’d love that.”

“You… You really want to go out with me?” he asked, needing to hear you say it again to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 

You brought a hand to his cheek and he didn't hesitate to lean into your touch. “I really do.”

He still had your other hand in his and he wondered if he felt the light tremble that moved through his body. “Am I pushing my luck if I kiss you?”

You trembled this time. “Not at all,” you whispered. 

His heart pounded in his ears when he leaned in. His nose brushed yours affectionately, giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted, wanting to do this right. But you were waiting with bated breath, your lips skimming his and giving him permission. So he pressed his mouth against yours in the gentlest of kisses, not wanting to take more than you were willing to offer, not wanting to rush it. 

“Should've done that two nights ago,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. He should've kissed you a long time ago.

“So, you did want to kiss me two nights ago?” you asked breathlessly. 

“Been wanting to kiss you for ages,” he admitted. He just wanted you, however you’d let him have you.

“I’ve been wanting that, too,” you smiled, letting him wrap his arm around you to hold you closer. Hearing you admit that brought a sense of relief and hunger. “So kiss me again.”

“In front of Al?” he teased, who was already curled up on her new sofa.

“Well.” He frowned when you tried to pull out of his grasp. “If you don't want to…” 

He immediately pulled you back to him, smothering your giggle with his lips. He wanted to spend the rest of the day kissing you. And that was exactly what he did. 

So sweet! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[pazziiiiiiii]

This is my first fic and I don’t even know if this is good or no but lmk if you want another part cause if you like it I’ll make it a series but we’ll see!! I like a lot of angst cause otherwise I find stories boring so there will probs be a lot.

This is like their whole life starting from quarantine so because of that it’ll probs be a longer series if y’all like it but lmk idk about it cause if y’all don’t like it I won’t continue. Be completely honest with me I don’t care if it’s mean!!

Word count: 2.3k

2020 - Paige POV

Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd have always been inseparable from the day they met in the team USA tryouts. That day where they were both shaking with nerves and were put on the same team to scrimmage. Instantly it looked as if they had been playing with each other for years, somehow knowing where the other would be at all times and able to get an easy bucket. That’s what sparked their friendship through the whole tournament. Until they found out they were being separated after it.

However, even when they lived on other sides of the country it was like they were still together. They FaceTimed every chance they could and were talking to each other constantly (if not it was about the other to their family). They had late night conversations that went on for hours into the night, until someone fell asleep and they woke up in the morning with the call still running. On the few times it was Paige who stirred first (because she always slept in later), she would wake up confused at first to see her phone screen shining, but then would notice the person on the screen and her heart would flutter the slightest bit. She always gets this feeling looking at Azzi, since the day she saw her. But these feelings were long pushed away because Paige was too afraid to admit what they were.

But, even if they talked constantly, they were still itching to actually be with each other so they could prove who was the better hooper, instead of trash talking through a screen. This was a dream they knew would never come true considering how far away they lived.

That was until Paige had an idea. A crazy one, but a good one. She was going to surprise Azzi. She was going to come live with the Fudd’s in quarantine. Just the thought made Paige excited.

Paige loved Tim and Katie Fudd, they were amazing. They had been at the entire USA tournament and because Azzi and her had already become so close, she was introduced to them. And they welcomed Paige in immediately. They saw how Azzi and her were together and knew they would be best friends. So they quickly supported Paige liked their own daughter. They loved her and Paige knew it.

This made Paige even more eager to come stay with them, because this kind of love was different to her own home. She lived with only her dad and hid new wife because her mom left when she was 3. Her dad loved her a lot, yes, but he also was quite lost in how to support his child. So Paige was distant from him, very. She didn’t express her feelings or anything of that sort to him. Leet alone anyone else.

Except Azzi. Even though it was not much Paige told her, and it took Azzi a lot to get anythibg out of her, it was more than anyone else. Because she listened and understood Paige. Knew when something was off and how to fix it. Which made her appreciate Azzi even more.

But with all this in mind, Paige was still nervous of how living months with her best friend would go. It wasn’t like the Fudd’s were scary or anything, of course not. But whenever Paige saw her she was forced to push down the feeling that she was scared to admit. That she could never admit.

So when she texted Katie to ask if she could stay, it took a lot longer than expected.

After a lot of tries, she finally settled on:

Hey Katie, it’s Paige. I was wondering if I could stay with you guys for quarantine and surprise Azzi? If you guys start tomorrow I could get there then? I really think it would be a good idea if it’s ok with you?

When she finally clicked send, she tossed her phone to the side, trying to let her mind rest and her nerves settled.

After a couple minutes a buzz vibrated through her phone and Paige picked it up straight away. Of course it was from Katie:

Hey Paige, that sounds like a great idea! We’ll pick you up from the airport tomorrow just text us.

Paige let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. She quickly responded to Katie and booked her flight for the earliest one she could. She could just imagine Azzi’s face when she saw her. Her beautiful, brown curls that matched her brown, doe eyes and her lips that-

Paige had to stop these thoughts. She couldn’t think about her best friend like that, it was wrong to like her like that. Especially when she was going to live with that girl for at least a couple weeks.

Once Paige had finally stopped thinking about that, she realised she was going to have to tell her dad. The dad who doesn’t know how to parent her. The dad who is very religious. The dad who doesn’t know how to properly to talk his child, so instead he resorts to yelling at her. Getting mad at her for the slightest things. It’s not like he doesn’t love his daughter, but he just doesn’t know how to be a parent.

Paige decided she just had to get this over with, so she set her phone down and slowly started to go downstairs. She didn’t know how she was going to tell him. Should she ask or just tell him without a yes or no option. She decided on the second one cause, well she already booked her flight and also she didn’t want him to say no (which he was going to do anyway).

When she saw him he was at the table, glasses on and looking at his laptop. He didn’t even look up, not a care in the world, as if she didn’t even exist. Paige slowly went up to him and was forced to start the conversation herself.

“Um bob- I mean dad…” She slowly said, her father’s real name slipping from her mouth like usual. She usually just couldn’t bring herself to say dad because of how little he was as one.

Bob hummed in response, still failing to look up from his laptop. He looked like he didn’t want to talk to her, as always.

“I was just gonna tell you,” Paige started, not bothering to give him warning. “I’m gonna say with Azzi and her family for a while during quarantine. I’ve already told Katie and Tim and booked my flight and stuff, I leave tomorrow morning.” She rushed out, as if it would end this conversation sooner.

Bob finally looked up, his expression blank, only his brows were furrowed, showing the only sign of emotion. Anger.

“You weren’t even gonna ask me at all, just decided to do it without any permission?” He said firmly, the anger obviously rising through his tone.

“I just really want to go and I don’t want to stay here. I haven’t seen Azzi in so long and I’m gonna surprise her.” Paige replied, not even bothering to be respectful about it.

But then, Bob said something Paige would have never thought he would say. Making her wish she never even said anything in the first place.

“Of course you wanna visit Azzi, why don’t you just go live with her and ask her to be your girlfriend. You better not ask her or you can stay there forever.” He said strongly, his voice raising to a yelling level.

Paige stood in front of him, still. Frozen in shock. She didn’t think he thought about it that way. Didn’t think he would take it that far. I mean she knew something was different and she thought about girls differently, but she had been pushing it down for so long, forcing herself to not feel that way. Now he said it, being very religious he would never forgive her if that was the case.

They both stared at each other for what felt like hours, until Paige finally spoke up.

“I’m leaving at 6:00, I’ll get an uber. I’ll see you when I get home.” She said flatly, turning around and going back to her room, ignoring his voice yelling at her behind her shoulder to come back.

When she got there, she just layed down, staring at the ceiling with her thoughts filling her mind. She knew Azzi was expecting her to call, and Paige was going to, but she didn’t know what to say. Azzi would know something is wrong, that’s just how she is. But Paige knew Azzi was the only person she could to talk to right now.

So she picked up her phone and clicked on ‘Az’ instantly. The line only rang twice when she saw the younger girls face pop on the screen.

“Hey P, took you long enough, it’s literally midnight.” Azzi said with a teasing tone.

“Sorry, was just talking to my dad.” Paige tried to get the words out strongly, attempting to push the lump forming in her throat down. But that was not the case, and Azzi, of course, could tell.

Her face softened almost instantly, knowing what her dad was like, she knew it was something bad, otherwise Paige would never have talked to him in the first place.

“What’s up P?” She asked, voice laced with concern.

“Nothing I’m fine,” Paige answered a little too quickly.

Knowing Paige’s walls she built were very difficult to break, Azzi quickly replied.

“Just answer Paige I know somethings up, you can tell me I’m here.” When Paige didn’t reply, Azzi added, “you have to let me in P it’s not gonna help you.”

Paige knew she should tell Azzi, should tell her what was wrong and how she was feeling. But Paige couldn’t, she had so much built up anger that she couldn’t stop from coming out, so she let it out on Azzi.

“Just stop Az, you don’t always have to know what’s happening I can figure it out on my own, I’ve done it plenty of times before.” Paige knew she shouldn’t have even let the words come out of her mouth as soon as they left.

Azzi’s face froze for just a second, but Paige caught it. She saw the hurt and confusion that flashed through her eyes, but was also gone as soon as it was there.

A long moment passed before Paige spoke up again, the anger settling in her as she pushed it down.

“I’m sorry Azzi, I shouldn’t have said that. I just…” Paige stopped to think about her words, looking down at her fiddling hands that wouldn’t stop moving, before continuing, “I just need to figure it out on my own, he got mad is all, I’ll tell you another time, but I gotta go.”

Paige knew it wasn’t true. And so did Azzi. They both knew that Paige would stay on for hours if she wasn’t feeling so many things at once. Just looking at Azzi made her calmer. But she couldn’t, she needed to stop talking to her best friend before the things her father were saying happened.

“Tell me when you can P, I’m here.” Azzi said softly, the same hurt all over her face as she hung up the call.

Paige stared at her phone for a moment as her screen turned black. She was panicking, the voice of her dad’s words echoing in her mind. Repeating the phrase over and over again. You better not ask her or you can stay there forever. The words had hit Paige harder than she should’ve let them. Deep down she knew that what he said was true. But she had pushed it down for so long, now wasn’t the time she wasn’t going to let up on that. Not now, not ever. Azzi was straight anyway, she would never think that way about her. It was something she had just excepted.

When Paige finally took her eyes off the screen in-front of her, she was breathing heavy and fast. She needed fresh air.

Whenever Paige felt like this she did one of two things. Go play basketball because it was the one thing she loved to do. Or when she couldn’t do that, she would sit on her roof. So that is what she did.

Paige opened the window and stepped out, the cold Minnesota air hit her face instantly, but she wasn’t fazed. Once she got to the top of her roof her breathing instantly slowed. This was the one way (besides Azzi) Paige could get rid of her racing mind, even just for a small time, it was everything to her.

She stared up at the night sky for a while, not thinking about anything but the stars above her.

Azzi POV

Azzi knew exactly what Paige was doing right now. She couldn’t go out to the court and hoop because it was snowing (not that it’s stopped her before), so the only thing she could be doing was sitting on the roof looking at the sky.

Being able to understand Paige and know what she was doing came easily for Azzi. It was like she was made to do it.

In this moment she knew something was wrong. Paige hadn’t told her too much about her father, but it was more than she’s told anyone ever, and it was enough to understand what happened to her in the conversation they had tonight.

But in moments like Paige was having now, there was nothing Azzi could do to stop her. She had already built the walls around her, she had tried to break them down but they never let up, so she just had to wait for her. Even though Azzi knew it wasn’t healthy for Paige to do, she couldn’t do anything about it.

[no1blacksapphirefan]

In your self aware crk au, what if the player didn't log in for a week or two? Like, usually they're there every day for the log in bonuses and stuff but they're missing. Maybe their phone broke/ lost it or they were really sick or something. Would our beloved beasts and ancients (+ black sapphire if you want) freak out?

I like the way you think >:) Before I came back I did wonder, if the cookies were aware, I wonder how they feel about me constantly dipping back in and out of the game. (I'm here to stay this time!!...hopefully...if my phone storage lets me)

Pure Vanilla He's worried :(( He isn't sure what happened but not seeing your face for nearly 2 weeks now worries him a lot. Did you...loose interest? He understands and he can't be too mad if you didn't know that they're aware. He can't help but feel done as he patiently waits for your (hopefully) return.

And when you do? He nearly breaks character, running up to where your screen is pointed at and waving happily. Nearly telling you welcome back. He quickly switches to once of his automatic voicelines and prays you didn't notice the slip up. He's so happy to see you, if you were sick and that's why you weren't playing? He makes sure to (try) and send you good blessings through the screen, he may not be able to heal through he screen but he can try in another way.

Dark Cacao He won't admit it to anyone, but your disappearance makes him upset. He's gotten so used to you after all. He doesn't exactly like the thought of you going missing even if...sure technically you're probably not. His mind goes to the worst case scenario. Caramel Arrow Cookie has to try and calm him down until you return.

Upon seeing your face again, he instantly feels a wave of relief crash over him. What's that? You just broke your phone when you accidentally dropped it down the stairs?...Now he feels embarrassed on what he thought had happened, but hey!! He was just really worried about you okay...

HollyBerry She waits patiently, she knows you'll come back!!...Right? If you're go for more then say, 2 weeks then she'll get scared. You will come back right? She knows you technically didn't promise anything (Joke or not) and you aren't...obligated to come back but...she's starting to miss you!! She loved hearing you laugh.

When you finally come back she's so happy, quickly waving to you, when the screen goes to her. She'd knew you'd come back!! There's no way you'd get bored of them, she can sense how much you love them after all!

Golden Cheese She didn't notice it at first, well...she noticed the silence but she knew when you get upset, sometimes you'd be more quiet. Eventually she realises...it's a bit too quiet. And that's when sh realises you've been gone. Wait, don't leave her too!! Well, she knows you're not gone gone but. She can't help but pace back and forth, hoping to see your face again She silently begs you to come back.

When you do she lets out the biggest sigh of relief ever. She tries her hardest in Arena (And arcade arena if it's there + she's allowed to fight) for you. As a sort of, welcome back kind of thing. Oh she misses seeing that smile of yours.

White Lily Wait what? You're gone? Okay you're not gone gone but...what happened?...Did you...finally get annoyed by her? Has her actions eventually annoyed you enough to make you leave? She shakes her head, and tells herself that if you did leave, it wouldn't be because of her...surely...you've shown her how much you cared about her after all.

She nearly lets out a noise of pure delight as you come back, she's so happy and relieved to see you again after so long. Sure it wasn't years but it's still been a while!! Plus it felt like forever to her...she can't help but smile in her cookie menu and your kingdom for a few days.

Mystic Flour She's the Light of Apathy. You'd think she'd care? That's what she told herself and others anyways. That your sudden disappearance didn't mean anything to her. You could be gone for years and she wouldn't feel anything. That's what she said and that's what she believed...she did feel strange though, but that was probably nothing.

She was quickly proven wrong when she realised seeing you again after 2 weeks made her feel a sense of joy in her chest...what's this? She swears she didn't care you were gone...but seeing you again with your smile, hearing your laugh again...it proved her wrong...she really did care about you being gone...huh, you make her feel the strangest things you know.

Burning Spice He become a bit more...how do I put this, tense, angsty. Not even Nutmeg Tiger Cookie could calm her master down as he constantly hit his axe against the rock each day you've been gone. Where have you even gone?? Arg, he's gonna run out of rocks to destroy at this poin- wait you're back?

He's quick to throw his axe to the side and greet you happily, he couldn't care for playing along right now. Right now you have his attention and he hopes he has yours as well. Take him back to the Arena yeah? He's gonna take the rest of his rage out by destroying these cookies for you. Just for you!!

Shadow Milk He's been trying to cope by writing script after script after script. He has a feeling that you just can't play right now, or atleast he wants to believe that...he has yet to be proven right with your return...he's so worried, he hopes the reason you're not playing isn't because you got hurt...oh if it is, he hopes no one hurt you...he isn't scared to teach the other person a lesson if that's the case.

His worries washes away as he sees you return, happily taking advantage of the fact he "can break the 4th wall" without trouble. Giving you nearly a whole dramatic speech about oh how lonely you've made him feel, how much he missed you and how you shouldn't leave him alone like this again. He hides it all behind a giggle but...he does mean some of the words he's said in his speech.

Black Sapphire At first he brushes it off, even using you being gone as something to get more viewers to listen into his radio show...but after awhile, seeing that you're still gone. He gets more upset and worried, almost cancelling his usual radio shows until you came back. While he doesn't in the end up, it's not as well done as it was previously, listeners can tell your disappearance is upsetting him.

When you eventually do come back, his mood quickly shifts and he becomes happy again. His mic keeping an eye on you, seeing if it can spot the exact reason why you disappeared. He almost never leaves your screens field of view, waving at you any chance he gets, just to subtly tell himself it is you there. His radio shows go back to normal after that with the usual charm in his voice.

[skaybrekker]

no time to die.

Summary: you are a Resident at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital, one of the most loved ones and unfortunately, you went to the Pittfest. There, after the shooting, you helped a lot of people, even as you had been shot as well and once helps gets there, they take you to the Hospital, where a lot of people are worried about you.

Word count: 8.5k.

Warnings: gun violence, MEDICAL INACCURACIES I'm not a Medic nor a Medic Student everything I wrote was based on GOOGLE, angst, graphic description of bullets wounds, death (reader lives), violence, gore, hurt/comfort, fem!reader. English it's not my mother language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

Pairing: the pitt x reader!, no romantic relationship, all of it it's platonic.

“Please tell me that you being here means that my shift just ended.” You didn’t even let Dr. Robby say hi to you before you attacked him with a clear desperation to get the hell out of the ER.

It had been a tiring shift, with almost a broken record of OD’s. It wasn’t just physically exhaustion; it was also mentally tiredness. You had to tell three families about how their teens children had abused drugs so bad to the point where they couldn’t save them. It had been absolutely horrible and an experience you didn’t want to repeat.

Night Shifts had these things that could destroy you mentally if you didn’t know how to manage them. Day Shifts had its things as well, as everything, but between you and your own mind, the Nights had this adrenaline that ER Doctors were addicted to.

Dr. Ellis and Dr. Shen were both great companies, you loved sharing shifts with them. Dr. Shen and you shared this calmness on the ER that was not common in your job but that somehow, described so well your personalities. Dr. Abbott was usually drove mad over your easy behaviour in such stressful situations and you always told him that you had learnt this calmness from the best, aka, Dr. Robby.

You, just like Dr. Mohan, were a R3 Resident, one of the youngest in history; a prodigy it was what you were usually called, even if you didn’t like one bit that word. You liked to say that your brain just worked a bit faster than everyone’s else, that’s it.

As soon as you arrived at this Hospital, you took over everyone’s heart. All the people who worked here loved you, even Dr. Abbott, who was known for having a soft spot for you. After all, how couldn’t he, when you were the best of the best?

Since you were one of the youngest one, most of the Doctors and Nurses in the hospital had taken under their wing as their child, loving to care for you and to watch you become better and better on your job. You would be forever grateful for the family you had gain in the job. They were the most important people for you.

“You aren’t enjoying the pleasure of my company, Dr (Y/N)?” Dr. Abbott grumbled from Dana’s right, smirking and you huffed, while hearing how Dr. Robby let out a loud chuckle.

“My dear Dr. Abbott, your company it’s always a pleasure, but I really want to get the hell out of here.” Dr. Robby, always the serenest and kind one, put his hands in your shoulders, giving you a comforting smile.

“Yes, Dr. (Y/N), the fact that I just arrived means your shift just ended. Go home and relax, for I what I heard, you deserve it.” His words made your tense shoulders relax, and you let a sigh full of relief, while muttering ‘Thank Gods’.

“She won’t do much relaxing today, right dear?” Dana, quite literally the best nurse alive said, smiling playfully at you and you let a smile full of excitement form in your face.

“What?” Dr. Abbott frowned, glancing at you.

“I’m going to the Pittfest! My friend got us some last-minute tickets. Gods, I’m so fucking excited. Today is going to be fun.” You clapped your hands together, shrinking in happiness.

“Well, at least one of us is going to have fun today.” Dr. Langdon appeared out nowhere, winking an eye at you and you sticked you tongue in his direction.

“It’s that jealousy that I hear?” You raised your eyebrows at him, and he quickly laughed, shaking his head.

“Hell no. We will probably have tons of more fun here than in a fucking hippie festival.” It was a comment that probably should be treated in therapy since it might not be normal to have fun in an emergency ER, but this was how you all worked, addicted to the adrenaline of always having something to do.

“Rude.” You answered, lifting your middle finger and Dr. Langdon gasped, putting a hand in his chest and looking at Dr. Robby as if you had just killed somebody in front of him.

“Hostile environment at work. Do something!” You scoffed, but the one replying to him was Princess.

“Dr. Langdon, I’m sorry to be the one breaking the news, but Dr. (Y/N) here is clearly their favourite, they won’t do shit to her.” She said, smirking and that made you laugh loudly.

“So fucking unfair.” You heard how Dr. Langdon mumbled, making you hit him playfully in the arm.

“Alright, alright, I’ve heard enough, I’m getting out of here. Good luck with your shift, Dr. Robby, Dr. Langdon. Don’t miss me too much.” You turned around, finally determined to get out of here.

“We won’t!” You heard how Dr. Langdon replied to you, and you smiled, shaking your head.

You quickly put a hoodie on from your locker and grabbed the backpack you always brought, ready to get out of the hospital. Before you could really leave, though, Dr. Robby took you by the arm and you frowned at him. However, when you glanced at the four people in front of him, you realized that they were the new interns and R2 that had their first shift in this hospital.

“Alright guys, now, I want to present to you to Dr. (Y/N). Sadly, today the night shift got her, but let’s hope next time we are the ones blessed by her presence. She’s the nicest Doctor you will meet here, so, enjoy every case you will work with here.” You blushed a bit, smiling at the high praises from your superior, still not getting used to them and then you looked at the new people.

“Hello everyone! As Robby said, I’m Dr. (Y/N). If you need anything at any moment and we are sharing shifts, just look for me and I will help you. I hope you have a great time today. Good luck, I’m sure you will all do great. Believe me, I’m telling you from experience, you are in really good hands.” You smiled and to your satisfaction, you observed how most of them relaxed at your words, returning the smile. You had always liked having interns around, loving to teach them and to get those glazy looks in their eyes that they get every time they see something amazing.

Out of every Resident, you were the one who was usually follow around by the interns like puppies and Dr. Robby was usually really satisfied with the thing they said about you; it was probably a relief to have at least one Resident who honestly liked to teach.

You said goodbye once again and finally; you move out of the hospital.

Since it was pretty early, once you got home, you quickly throw yourself to bed to have some hours of sleep, setting an alarm for 1PM. You arranged with your friend to meet at your home around 2PM, since it was the closest one to the place where they were doing the festival, already ready to get on the move.

Once you woke up with the alarm, you felt well rested. Gods knew you needed those hours of sleep. After taking a quick warm shower, you started to get ready. Due to the fact that it was a calm festival, you went for some white jeans, a green shirt with some sprangle, a pair of Texans and some simple make up, with green details in the shadow of your eyes.

Since it usually became cold in the night, you decided to take with you an oversized hoodie and just when you were about to prepare a sandwich to eat, you heard how your friend knocked. Smiling, you went to get the door and as soon as you opened it, Alex threw herself at you, a loud pitched scream leaving her mouth. You snorted, catching her and whirling around for some seconds.

“YOU’RE READY?!” She asked (screamed), letting you go and jumping around the house, thing that made you shake your head in fond.

“Yes, just let me finish my sandwich and then we will go.”

A couple of hours later, you and Alex were walking through the festival, going from one scenario to the other one, laughing at some boys who were trying to get to the top of the big letters that formed the name of the festival while security was screaming to them to back down.

One moment, you were laughing with your friend.

A second later, you were falling to the ground, a blinding pain hitting your leg, while shots were fired everywhere.

For a moment, it was as everything was in slow motion. You blinked, harsh breaths leaving your mouth and a weird ringing sound beating your ears. Then, finally, reality washed your mind.

There was a shooter in the festival.

You were shoot.

Shit, shit, holy mother of Gods.

Panic filled your veins, your chest constricting at the honest fear. You could see people in throwing themselves to the ground, people falling down after being shoot, and you looked at your right, where Alex was and to your relief, you saw that she was also in the ground, but clearly unharmed. She was screaming your name, but you could barely hear it.

Then, you finally reacted.

“ALEX, WE HAVE TO LOOK FOR COVER!” You screamed, looking around frantically and the closest thing you had was a big can of trash. You pointed your finger at it and Alex quickly nodded, both of you starting to crawl. Once you were covered, you sat with your back against the trash ban, asserting your own wound.

The bulled had hit you in the right thigh. Since you couldn’t feel a hole in the other side, it meant that the bullet was still inside. Blood was quickly spitting out and you knew you had to act fast before the bleeding made you pass out or worse, go into shock. You had been applying pressure since you had sat dow but it was clearly not working, so, you needed another plan. The next step was quite obvious; you had to apply a tourniquet in yourself.

“Alex, I need you to apply pressure in the wound for some seconds.” You told your friend, who immediately nodded and put her hands in your wound. A blinding pain roamed through your body at the feeling of somebody touching your injury making you whimper, but you breathed in and out for some seconds and told yourself to suck it up.

The only thing you had on hand that might work was your shirt, so, you took it out, staying only with your sporty top. You ripped it into sheets, shaping it into some kind of strip and as quick as you could, you put it around the high part of your thigh, obviously below the hips but about two from three inches above the GSW. You knotted the shirt, and you breathed out, preparing yourself for the amount of pain you were about to feel.

It was alright, you could do it. Come on.

You tightened the knot and the scream that left your mouth was guttural. You felt how your eyes fluttered, the amount of pain you were in making you rave, however, you stubbornly forced yourself to stay awake, tightening the shirt even more with your shaky hands. Once you let go, you back fell into the bin since you didn’t have the strength to support your own weight anymore.

“(Y/N)?!” You heard how Alex screamed, and she took you by the cheeks, making you see the panic state she was in.

Your heart was trumping loudly against your chest, tears rounding around your eyes. The pain was unbearable, as if something was constantly sticking a knife through your thigh and you throwed your head back, almost whitening out. You wanted it to stop, stop, stop, but the pain kept going and going. God.

“Did the bleeding stop?” You muttered weakly, blinking at your friend and she froze for some seconds until she reacted, jerking her head around to watch your wound. To your pure relief, she looked back at you and nodded. “Good, good, then I will be fine, Alex. Don’t worry.”

Alex was shaking, kneeling and not knowing what to do, since she was a Graphic Designer, not a fucking Doctor or anything like it. Looking at you being in such a pain probably wasn’t easy either, so, you tried to suck it up as much as you could, wiping the tears with your shaking hands.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You whispered, your voice fragile. Alex’s look stuck frozen on you, as if she couldn’t believe you were telling her you were fine after being fucking shoot. But it could be worse, alright? You had seen worst cases in the ER than this one. You were going to be just fine.

The good thing was that shoots stopped. For a moment, the whole place stayed silent and then, another hell started.

Screams full of sorrow, of pain, of anger and you knew in that moment that you needed to start to help immediately.

Alex must have guessed by your determinate expression.

“No, no, you don’t. You will stay exactly here until help arrives.” But as she was ordering you, you were already starting to get up with the help of the bin. You knew that with a bullet wound in the leg, the last thing a Doctor would recommend was to start to walk around, but fuck that. You could feel the adrenaline already kicking in, thing that was going to help to maintain your pain at check.

“Help won’t arrive until at least ten minutes. I have the power to save lives right now, Alex. You can’t stop me.” You replied, clenching your jaw at the pain roaming through your light leg, having to grab yourself from the trash bin to not fall down again. Alex also got up and looked around, grabbing her own hair, tears falling on her cheeks. Yet, a moment later, she glanced at you and nodded.

“Alright, alright.” She passed an arm below yours to help you walk and once they gave a couple of steps, your breath hitched.

Saying that it was a mess wouldn’t even begin to cover it. People running around, bleeding out in the ground, some trying to do CPR on others. You breathe in and out a couple of times, closing your eyes for a moment to fully focus. You could do this. You were a Resident, the best Resident. You would usually kick assess in the ER, this couldn’t be any difference. Once you opened them back, you started to try to help.

“EVERYONE LISTEN UP!” To your own surprise (and relief) almost everyone shut up, glancing at you. Well, it seemed that after all, Dr. Abbott was right, your voice was truly strong when you wanted. “I’M A DOCTOR, SO I WILL DO MY BEST TO HELP YOU ALL. HOWEVER, I’VE ALSO BEEN SHOT, SO BEAR WITH ME.” The blinding pain in your leg intensified at that moment and your legs trembled. Alex caught you, though, and you let out a long breath before keep going, ignoring your friend’s eyes full of concern.

“I NEED YOU TO LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY. WHEN I GO TO HELP YOU, AFTER ASSESING THE DAMEGE, I WILL ASSIGN YOU A COLOR. ONCE THE HELP GETS HERE, YOU WILL TELL THEM THAT DOCTOR (Y/N) ASSIGNED YOU SAID COLOR. IF WHOEVER YOU ARE HERE WITH GOT SHOT, KEEP PUTTING PREASURE IN THE WOUND AND NEVER STOP. DO NOT, UNDER ANY FUCKING CIRCUNSANCE, GET THE BULLET OUT. FOCUS ON THEM, NOT ON YOUR PANIC.” She didn’t have much else to say, so, she quickly started to walk with Alex’s help to the closest person she had. It was a young man, probably mid-twenties. Blood was spilling out of his stomach and the girl trying to help him wasn’t being capable of stopping the bleeding.

Gun wounds in the stomach were the ones with the highest mortality rate, so this was not the best case to start with. But fuck it.

“Is the bullet inside of him?” You asked the girl in the calmest tone possible, kneeling beside her. When the pain in your leg blinded you for a moment, making you see black spots, you realized that it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but you kept your own hurt in the back of your mind.

“Yes, yes, but I-I can’t stop the bleeding, oh Gods.” You checked for a pulse and thankfully, you found it, thing that meant that he still wasn’t a black and white case. It was a penetration wound, with no exit and in the low abdomen. His airway was good, thing that meant that nothing outside of his abdominal structure was hit. He didn’t have a tender belly. The most important thing at the moment was to stop the bleeding, thing that the girl was already trying to do.

“Listen to me, I know this is hard, but I need you to keep applying pressure with all your strength. Take off your shirt and use it, it might be better than your own hands. You’re doing amazing, keep it like that. Once help gets here, scream to them that you have a Red Case. They will understand it. If you see that his chest stops raising, you scream for me.” The girl nodded, taking off her shirt and quickly going back to apply pressure with it. You got up with Alex’s help and went to the next victim.

It was a woman in her late forties, with her probably daughter kneeling beside her. She was putting pressure in her right arm, where you could see how the bleeding was still going on. Goddamn it, what was today with bleedings not stopping?

You throwed herself at her side, knowing that as the bleeding wasn’t stopping, you were going to have to apply the second tourniquet of the day. You glanced around and you noticed, thank God, that Alex was wearing a belt.

“GIVE ME YOUR BELT!” You yelled and immediately, Alex took it out, her hands shaking as she handled it to you. Once you grabbed it, you put yourself at the side of the woman, the daughter glancing at you with her eyes full of panic. “Alright, kid, listen to me, I will have to apply a tourniquet to your mum. It will hurt, a lot, so I’m really sorry that you have to see and hear this. Once I tell you, you have to stop applying pleasure. Clear?” The girl nodded and you didn’t lose any time, knowing that seconds were gold at the moment.

In a quick movement, you broke the shirt that the woman was wearing, completely exposing the wound. Leaving about three inches between the injury and the belt, you put it around the arm.

“Ma’am, my name is Doctor (Y/N). I’m about to put a torniquet in your arm. It’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I need you to be strong for me so we can stop this bleeding. Do you understand me?” You kept your voice controlled as much as you could, needing to transmit security and calmness. The mother blinked at you, but thankfully, then she nodded.

You didn’t lose any more seconds and as fast as you could, you tightened the belt in her arm with all the strength you had. The woman let out a scream full of pain, her entire body shaking, but you ignore it, tightening the belt even more. The daughter was now sobbing, but fortunately, some seconds later, the bleeding stopped. You let out a breath full of relief and you glanced at Alex.

“What time is it?!” Your friend blinked at you, probably not understanding why you were asking that, but she took out her phone and told you the time. “Okey, kid, the bleeding stop, that’s good. When help gets here, tell them that you have a pink case and that a torniquet was applied to your mother at 6:15PM.” You didn’t let the girl answer you, getting up and going to the next victim, even as dizziness was filling your own brain.

It was an older man, blood spelling out of his head, thing that never meant anything fucking good. He was sitting with his back supported by a woman, who clearly didn’t know what to do and was probably in shock.

“Ma’am, its okay, I’m here to help.” The woman glanced at you, her eyes shining with tears and you tried to give her the most comforting smile you could muster. “Could you tell me what happened to him?” You asked, noticing how the man had passed out, another bad signal. You opened his eyes, noticing the blown pupils. Shit.

“W-we ran, as soon as the shooter started, we just ran, but it was such a mess I-I, he, Robert crashed into somebody and they were running so fast, he fell to the ground and his head started to bleed.” You nodded, rubbing your face with your hands before speaking again.

“Okey, okey, listen to me, we need to stabilize him in case he has a spinal injury. I can see that the bleeding stopped, thing that’s good. I need you to place your hands on both sides of his head. Keep the head in line with the spine and prevent movement. When the paramedics arrive, scream that you have a Red Case that includes a head injury and possible a spinal one.” The woman nodded and you quickly helped to put her hands when they needed to be, putting her in the most comfortable position so none of her extremities would numb before help gets here. Then, however, you noticed that the woman was also bleeding. Her entire arm was a mess of pure blood.

“Ma’am, is the blood in the arm yours?” You asked, moving around to get close to her and examinate the wound. She shakily nodded her head.

“Y-yes, somebody cut it with their shoes. It doesn’t hurt much, though.” You let a silent sigh, knowing that they were other victims worst that needed your help and that you couldn’t stay here to help her.

“Alright, then also tell them that you are a yellow case, yes?”

She couldn’t answer you because before she could say anything else, some loud shouting interrupted her.

“HELP! I NEED HELP!” Well, that was definitely your signal. You nodded at Alex, and she helped you to get up, starting to walk as fast as you could to the woman screaming for help. She was in clear panic, grabbing her head and sobbing loudly.

“MA’AM! I need you to calm down and tell me why you need help.” You yelled at her once you got closer and she just managed to grab you by the arm and drag you some meters away, where a child was lying in the floor, his chest immobile. Fucking shit, shit, shit.

In a quick movement, you fell to the floor, kneeling at his side and immediately started CPR, your movements steady even as you could feel how the pain in your leg was consuming your entire body. You heard how Alex asked the woman where he was hurt, a question that you were also wondering. However, once glance at his leg told you exactly what this was.

He was shot in the leg, and he had probably lost way too much blood, causing him to go into hypovolemic shock, thing that meant that his heart was getting enough blood to function.

Two minutes later, when you were about to give up, the boy finally arched his back and let out a long breath. You heard how the mother screamed, but you did your best to ignore the noise, focusing on now the leg injury. It kept bleeding, thing that wasn’t good news. You had to act quickly before he went into shock again.

“I NEED ANOTHER BELT!” You screamed at Alex, who in a minute or two returned with one. God bless her. “What’s his name?!” You asked the woman, moving yourself to position at side of the leg, where you were about to apply another tourniquet.

“MAX!” You heard how she screamed back, and you straightened, looking at the boy in the eyes who was already looking at you.

“Hi Max. My name is Doctor (Y/N) and I’m here to help you. I’m about to do something to stop your bleeding, but it’s going to hurt and a lot. However, it might be the thing that saves your life, so I need you to be strong for me and to withstand the pain. Hold your mama’s hand as strong as you need to, yes?” The kid, some seconds later, gave you a weak nod and the woman took his hands into hers. Once again, wanting to act fast, you put the belt around his leg, maintaining the needed distance and then you tightened it. The scream that left the kid’s mouth threatened to break your heart, but you kept your feelings at bay and tightened the belt as much as you could.

Your breathing had grown ragged due to the exhaustion you were already feeling, but to you focused on praying to every God known in history and to your relief, the bleeding stopped a minute later.

“OH GOD, THANK YOU!” The woman was full sobbing, hugging her son as if her life depended on it and honestly, you didn’t have the enough energy to smile, so, you just accepted Alex’s help to get up.

“Ma’am, I will need you to give your son your jacket and every piece of clothing you might find. Warm is going to help to not worsen the shock. Keep him awake and talking. When the paramedics get here, tell them that you have a Red Case and that a tourniquet was applied to your son at 6:21PM.”

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“There’s an active shooter at Pittfest.” Dr. Robby didn’t know that his world could crumble with such few words. He froze and then moved his head from side to side, blinking, as if he couldn’t believe what she had just said.

“Jake and his girlfriend are there.” Then, as he thought it couldn’t get worse, today’s morning encounter with Dr. (Y/N) played in his mind, the bill raising in his throat at the reminder of what you had said earlier. “And Dr. (Y/N) is also there.”

Shit, shit, shit. How the hell was he going to get his crew to focus when such an important person to the entire hospital could be hurt or, even worse, already dead? How was he even going to focus when two of the most valuable people in his life were in such danger?

He knew, as soon as he said the words Pittfest, everything would go to shit.

He wasn’t mistaken.

“Mass casualty at Pittfest.” For a moment, the entire hospital went silent, everyone stopping everything their were doing. The first one to react was Dr. McKay.

“Pittfest? Didn’t Dr. (Y/N) said she was going there?” Dr. Robby rubbed his face, but didn’t say anything else, knowing that nothing he could say could calm down an entire crow of nurses and Doctors worried for you. Some people gasped, others just took their hands and covered their mouths with it. He clenched his jaw but forced himself to react and to give a small speech to get everyone in the move again. Thankfully, they did and when he turned around, he saw Dr. Abbott entering the hospital, thing that made his entire body fill with relief.

“Brother, I’m so fucking glad to see you.” Without being to avoid it, he gave him a small hug and Dr. Abbott clasped his back, but he felt how his entire body was tense.

“You know who’s there, right?” He whispered, pulling back but staying close enough. Robby sighed but nodded, biting his lip.

“I don’t know what we will do if she gets here injured.”

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When the ambulance started to arrive, you had helped countless people. You had lost count a long time ago, but you had applied about six tourniquets, two CPR performed with successful resuscitating, one dislocated shoulder fixed and a many stopped bleedings. You had lost only one man, who had been shot three times. You tried truly your best, but you couldn’t do shit without equipment.

You could feel how the wound was starting to bleed once again and how dizzy you had become. Alex was trying to stop you from going to help another man, telling you that you should sit down, when one paramedic took you by the shoulders.

It was Mark, a paramedic who would frequent your hospital. He was about Dr. Robby’s age, and he was the one you would always joke around because he looked so much like Pedro Pascal.

“DR. (Y/N)?!” You blinked a couple of times at him, processing the fact that he was in front of you and then you nodded.

“Mark, hey, yes, it’s me. Have you already taken all the Reds?”

“Yes, yes, we did and now we have to take you, Doctor. That leg wound looks nasty.” Almost immediately, she shook her head. “No, no, do not waste places for me, I’m sure there is people worse than me. Please, Mark.” But the man didn’t budge.

“(Y/N), Robby would literally have my head if he found out I didn’t take you with me as soon as I saw you. And don’t even get me started with Abbott. Please come with me, I’m begging you.”

“(Y/N), please.” Alex also said, some tears in her eyes and you bit your lip, but finally nodded. With the paramedics here, you weren’t going to make such difference and the pain on your leg was fucking killing you. As the pain started to catch up on you, your knees buckled and if it wasn’t for Mark, you would have fell straight to the ground.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Mark took you into his arms, running to the parking lot since probably the ambulances were full. You could barely think, the pain almost numbing also your brain, think that probably didn’t mean anything good. You observed how he looked around. “YOU! IN THE TRUCK! You have space for two?!”

A male voice yelled back yes to him, that he had in the backseat and Mark quickly put her there, indicating to Alex to put pressure in the wound as it was starting to bleed out. You think that he told you something like stay alive, but you weren’t really sure. The car started and something that you could tell was that the man was driving fast.

Around five minutes later, while you were resisting the tiredness trying to dominate you, somebody hit the glass of the back of the truck and you turned your face around, seeing how a young boy with his widened eyes was screaming that somebody had stopped breathing. You blinked a couple of times and then adrenaline took over.

“STOP THE TRUCK!” Getting strength from God knows from, you screamed and the man driving immediately stopped. You throw your leg back to the floor, letting out a howl full of pain as you opened the door and got out of the truck, hearing how Alex was screaming at you to keep still.

Well, not for nothing they said that Doctors were the worst patients, right?

Helping yourself with the truck, going as fast as you could, you finally made it to the back. Understanding that you were also wounded, the young boy popped the truck open and helped you to get on, lifting your entire weight. You passed a death body, a woman shot in the arm and finally got to the man the boy was screaming about.

“GO TO THE BACKSEAT AND TELL HIM TO MOVE!” You ordered, putting yourself on top of the man starting comprehensions. The truck started once again, and you felt your exhaustion creeping and you sensed how a sob threatened to get out of your mouth. However, you shallowed it and focused on the man.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but the next time the truck stopped, the hospital where you worked came in view and Gods, you had never felt such relief in your entire life. Dr. Robby was the one who popped open the truck.

You didn’t let him say anything.

“Man in his last thirties, down for about five to ten minutes, GSW to the middle abdomen.” You said, almost robotically, and Dr. Shen took over, also glancing at you for a moment. You couldn’t say anything else because as soon as you saw how the man was being taken care of, you fell into the truck due to the pure exhaustion, shallow breaths leaving you. Your vision became blurry, and half of your body was trembling, while the pain in the leg became even worse.

“NO! (Y/N)!” Robby screamed, moving the other three people out of the way and giving them to another Doctor to get to you. He grabbed your face, looking for your eyes and you gave him a weak smile. You had never seen him in such a panic state, he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. It made you a bit sick. You, for obvious reasons, hadn’t had the time to think about everyone’s reaction in the Hospital once you arrived.

“Hi, Robby. Believe me, this wasn’t my idea for my free day.” He shook his head, and you could see how concerned he was. He quickly asserted your leg and the expression he did was a bit worrying.

“I NEED A GOURNEY!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, moving you, but you immediately jerked your head.

“No, no, do not waste a bed in me Robby I swear to God, I’M FINE!”

“YOU’RE NOT FINE, (Y/N)!” You heard Dr. Shen scream, thing that was actually weird since you couldn’t remember many times on which you had heard him raise his voice like this.

Robby completely ignored you, taking you into his arms and putting you in one of the gurneys, starting to move as fast as he could. Two nurses appeared on each side, one of them being Dana. “Oh, hey Dana. How’s my favorite nurse?” You asked, feeling yourself fall into a completely delirious state due to the pain and you heard how she let out a wet chuckle.

“We were so worried, sweetheart.” When you entered the ER, every single head turned around and once again, everybody froze, the vision of seeing such a good and strong Doctor bleeding out from her leg probably shocking them. Screams started to be heard, some of them asking if it was really you, others wondering what had happened. In the blink of an eye, Dr. Abbott appeared, putting himself on the other side of Robby.

“Hello, Dr. Abbott. I missed you pleasure of your company.” You words were blurred since you could barely focus on anything else that wasn’t your own pain. You noticed how they put you in one of the rooms, the place quickly became a mess of people getting out and in. When they moved you to the table, you cried in pain, the adrenaline rubbing off and the pain going up.

“PUSH SOME MORPHINE IN!” Dr. Robby screamed, tearing your pants apart and you observed how blood started to get out of the wound, probably meaning that the bullet had moved and tear an artery or vein. “WHEN DID YOU APPLY THE TOURNIQUET?!” He screamed, glancing at you and you didn’t understand the question, only being able to look at your own leg.

“Oh God. Am I going to lose my leg?” You asked, totally forgetting that you were a Doctor. Then, you glanced at Dr. Abbott. “Does that mean I can start to say that I’m your daughter? You know, we would be the duo father-daughter-with-one-leg-less.” You laughed at your own joke, until they grabbed your leg, and you screamed out of pure pain.

“(Y/N) for fucks sake, answer his question. Why the hell isn’t the morphine kicking in?!” Now that you have noticed, Dr. Abbott, just like Robby, looked sick. His features were tight, but there was a slight shaking that told you he was definitely more than concerned. Probably angry too, looking at his eyebrows furrowed. You had never heard him scream in such a desperate tone, always the one in control of his emotions, especially in the ER.

“Around 6:10? I don’t know.” You finally replied.

“Oh God, is that (Y/N)?!” You heard a female voice, probably Dr. McKay, shout, but you couldn’t pay attention, everything already becoming too hazy, probably due to the morphine.

“Will I stop being your favorite if I indeed lose my leg?” You asked Dr. Abbott and Dr. Robby with a weak voice, tilting softly your head to the side and smiling at them. You heard how, to your surprise, Robby let out a chuckle.

“I don’t think there is anything you can do to stop being our favorite, (Y/N).” Robby replied and a second later, he screamed for people to bring him more pads and those words made your smile bigger.

“Oh, so you admit it! I’m your favorite.” You felt giddy and weirdly satisfied. You had always heard the nurses and other Doctors saying it, but they had never said it out loud, probably avoid creating a problem playing favorites.

“Anyone who pays attention for two fucking seconds can guess who our favorite is, kid.” Dr. Abbott mumbled and those were the last words you heard before darkness took over.

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Feeling your entire body heavy, you began to slowly wake up, blinking and trying to get use to the room where you were. It took some seconds for you to recognize that it was a hospital room and a moment later, all the memories from the festival came back.

“(Y/N)?” You turned your head to your right, where the voice was coming from and you quickly recognized that Dana was the one talking to you. A small smile formed in your face.

“Hey Dana.” Your voice was weak, barely a whisper and after hearing you, she brought to you a glass of water that you immediately drank in one setting. Gods, you didn’t realize you were this thirsty.

“Hi, kid. You don’t know how glad I’m to see you awake. Wait a minute, I will bring Robby and Abbott.” She squeezed your hands once and got up, leaving, thing that made you feel weirdly uneasy. You didn’t want to be alone, the memories of the shooting too fucking fresh. Yes, you were an Emergency Medic, but it didn’t make it easier. Not knowing what had happened to all of them made it worse.

Thankfully, Dana didn’t lie about the minute, because you didn’t even have the time to process that she was back with the two Doctors at her back. Once they saw you awake, Dr. Robby thrown himself in the closest chair, rubbing his face harshly with one of his hands, probably feeling the stress leaving his body. Dr. Abbott didn’t sit down, he just walked to one of your sides and took you by the wrist, unconsciously feeling your pulse. Once he did, he blindly grabbed a chair and sat down exactly where he was.

“(Y/N), how are you feeling? Any dizziness, pain, discomfort?” He asked, all professional, because you at the moment were a fucking patience. You hated it, but remembering how worried they were, you answered the questions.

“No, no, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache, but I think it’s because the memories came back way too fast.” They both let out a sigh full of relief at this. Yet, you didn’t stay quiet for long. “Am I losing my leg?” You asked, your voice shaking a bit and your heart tightened with fear. You hadn’t even begun to think about how your life would change it that was a case, and Gods knew you were horrible with changes, this would throw your life out of balance for a long time.

To your relief, though, Dr. Abbott quickly shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), don’t worry, you won’t lose your leg. The injury, thankfully, wasn’t that bad. You lost a lot of blood, and we had to do surgery to get the bullet out, but there isn’t permanent damage. The recovery will take time, I won’t lie to you, but you will be fine.” Your tense shoulders relaxed, feeling how the tension you were feeling practically since you were shot left your body. You felt like you were about to cry, thing that was horrifying because you despised crying publicly, but God, you had been under so much stress and pressure you hadn’t even realize it had gotten this bad.

“Thank you.” You whispered, gulping, trying to easy down the know in your throat and both Doctors smiled at you. Before they could say anything else, though, Dr. McKay, Dr. Shen and Dr. Ellis rushed in, both of them smiling at the sight of you awake and fine. “Hey girls and Shen. Missed me?” Dr. McKay let out a chuckle, coming closer and grabbing one of your hands, smiling at you.

“It’s really good to see you alright, kid.” Said, her voice trembling a bit and you smiled, nodding. Dr. Ellis peeked from Dr. McKay’s back.

“Yes, you have no clue how good it really is, (Y/N). We were worried sick.”

“Yes, for fuck’s sake, never do that shit again.” Dr. Shen also spoke, his usually calmness behavior clearly gone, replaced by a man who had been clearly under tons of stress over the last hours.

After that, all three of them stayed in the back of the room, probably needing some more time to process the fact that you were truly okey.

“(Y/N), do you have any idea how many people you saved out there?” Dr. Robby started to talk, looking straight at you, his voice soft and you gulped but shook your head.

“No, not really. I lost count at the third tourniquet I did.” You grimaced, knowing that wasn’t a positive thing. Staying aware of the patients you had assisted was one of the most important things in such a rush place like the ER, but God, some images were so blurry. If they left you some time, you could probably write a full report about every single person you had helped, but right now, thinking that much was not easy.

“You helped about twenty-five people, (Y/N). Twenty-five whiles being injured from a bullet wound. Have you got any idea how crazy that is?” You quickly blushed, biting your lips.

“I didn’t realize they were that many. I was just functioning on a high level of adrenaline.” Dr. Robby got up and walked closer to you, a proud smile on his face.

“Most of them wouldn’t have made it without you helping them first, kid. You did an amazing job out there. To say that I’m damn proud wouldn’t even begun to cover it.” You let yourself smile, blinking some tears away. Damn, you were too sensitive today.

“Thanks, Robby.” You softly replied and then, Dr. Abbott spoke.

“We will talk later about the fact that you were running around with such injury in your thigh knowing how dangerous that is, but Robby is right, kid. You were the best of us. You reacted fast, assessed every situation with a perfect precision and even calmed down the people that were with the injured ones. You should be as proud of yourself as we feel.” Alright, with those words, without being to avoid it, a tear left you left eye. You didn’t know how bad you needed them to tell you this, to validate the horrible things you had to do. And it wasn’t normal to hear Dr. Abbott throw this many praises, you will definitely remember those words forever.

“Did all the Reds made it? There was this white guy with a bullet in his stomach and this kid I applied CPR to. Are they alright?” You couldn’t help yourself. After all, how could you? They were your patients first.

“Yes, (Y/N), every single patient that made it here with a color already assigned are alright. You saved me a lot of time doing that, kid. Seriously. Some of them are already awake and asking for you.” Dr. Shen replied this time, smiling at you and you let out a loud sigh, fully relaxing for the first time in the entire fucking day.

“We told you, you did a perfect job. None could have done it better than you. That’s why you are the damn fucking best.” Dana told you, putting a hand in your face and caressing it softly and you leaned into her touch, needing this type of comfort after going through that horrible experience.

Then, you realized that this was the first day of those interns you had met earlier, and you gasped.

“Oh God, are the interns alright? Mass casualties in your first day can’t be fucking easy, poor kids.” Dr. Ellis snorted, shaking her head.

“Of course you are worried about them.” You grimaced. Yeah, you couldn’t help yourself with the usual concern you felt towards practically everybody, even some interns you had barely met a few hours ago.

“Yes, kid, they are alright. A bit shaken up, but they truly did great. Took me by surprise, actually.” Dr. Robby replied, sighing and you smirked.

“How do you always get the best ones? Do you have some kind of contract we don’t know about?” Laughs were heard around the room, thing that was truly great after such a hard day.

“You have no idea how much we missed today, (Y/N).” Dr. Robby said and you batted a hand in his direction.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now and I won’t be leaving any time soon.” Then, you noticed that there was one person missing. “Hey, where’s Dr. Langdon? I want to see that asshole face.” You practically felt how a weird tension lifted in the room at your innocent question, and you frowned. What had you lost here?

“He had to leave early family emergency. We will tell him that you are well and asking about him, don’t worry.” Dr. Robby reply was bear and you pouted but didn’t ask further, wanting this tension to go away.

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Two days later, you were still in the hospital. You were getting better; tomorrow, you started the long path of being able to walk normally again. It wasn’t going to be pretty and since you were a pretty impatient person, it would probably be even worse for you, but you were determined. You needed to get back to your feet to get back to your job, the thing you loved the most in life.

Dr. King had been assigned to you, the new R2 and even if you had met her two days ago, she had already become one of your favorite people in the entire hospital. She was one of the few that didn’t treat you like you were broken, and you liked her bluntness.

Right now, you were playing some cards game called go fish, since she told you she needed a break after treating a loud lady who screamed way too many times at her. You were glad she came here, feeling good at the fact that she found the room you were safe. Nevertheless, once you were a couple of minutes in the game, somebody knocked the door. You turned your head around and saw Dr. Robby at the door.

“Hey there, Dr. Robby.” You said, dedicating him a soft smile and he nodded. You noticed though, how behind him, there were some people waiting to enter the room and you frowned, glancing at him, confused.

“So, (Y/N), there are some people here that want to meet you. Can they come in?” You finally realized where this was going, and you suddenly got nervous. You never did well when patients thanked you, feeling like you were just doing your job, but you also knew that they probably needed this as some kind of closure, so, you nodded. Then, you glanced at Dr. King and leaned in her direction.

“Hey, I think things might also get a bit loud here. Nothing too bad, but I don’t want to overwhelm you further.” The woman glanced at the door, widening her eyes probably seeing the amount of people out there and she blinked a couple of times before nodding.

“Okey, um, I will see you later, Dr. (Y/N)” She got up and awkwardly said goodbye with one of her hands, thing that made you smile.

“Bye, Dr. King. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do out here!” You replied, lifting your thumbs up and the other woman turned around, frowning and tilting her face.

“There are many things you can do out there that I legally can’t do, Dr. (Y/N), like…” Then she quiet down and smiled, shaking her head. “It was another joke, right?” She asked and you winked an eye in her direction. She chuckled but left the room, saying a last goodbye.

Robby looked at you and then at the direction where Dr. King had left.

“You haven’t known her for two days and you already adopted her?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and you lifted your shoulders.

“What can I say? I really like her, Robby. I will bribe some nurses to get her in my shifts.” He fondly shook his head, but then, he sighed and pointed at the door.

“Well, Dr. (Y/N), I have here some of the people you saved. They wanted to meet you, so, here they are.” After he finished talking, people started to fly in, and you lost count after the ninth person entered. You knew all of them, though. Some of them were victims you had helped, others family that were in the scene. The image of all of them together made you a bit shaky, but it also made you feel warm. You had saved a lot of their lives.

“Hi, Dr. (YN), I’m Marie Bush. My mom is Olive Bush. You saved her life with the tourniquet in her arm, the doctors told me she wouldn’t have made it without it. I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I am.” The daughter you remembered pretty well started. She was white, brunette and had some pretty blue eyes. She had walked closer and had stretched her hand in your direction, but froze, not really knowing what to do. You smiled at her and took her hand into yours, squeezing softly.

“Hello Marie. You already know, but I’m Dr. (Y/N). You can just call me Y/N, though. I’m really glad to hear that your mother is alright. Send her my regards.” And just like the young woman, all of them have their thanks to you. You spent your whole day hearing names, learning personal stories and feeling so much greatness towards you it was overwhelming. You had saved people with children, people with perfect lives and amazing careers.

You haven’t felt this proud about yourself in a long time.

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hi :) i had a thought about an angst with happy ending one shot??? so if you’d like to write it idk😭

idol taesan x non idol reader , who have a secret relationship to fans. reader respects taesan’s career a lot and never asks for much, not for weekly dates , nor having dinner together every day, nor celebrating anniversaries… but then when reader is nominated for an award for her job they ask taesan to watch the livestream of it (doesn’t ask him to go with them bc they know they can’t be seen together in public) . but when reader sends the link for the livestream and taesan doesn’t read the text and doesn’t congratulate them on the award , reader gets fed up and starts questioning if taesan even cares about their relationship

yea something like that😭😭 but with a happy ending!!! they work things out in the end 🙂‍↕️

CHEERING YOU ON (REQUESTED) | HAN TAESAN X READER

PAIRING: idol! han taesan x non-idol! fem! reader

GENRE: fluff, angst? but not really, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 1.3k

A/N: I am so sorry!--I wrote a draft out for this when I saw it but completely forgot to post it 😭 I totally missed out on the part of Taesan not congratulating them and it's pretty short and not as angsty as I hoped but I hope you like it!

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

Y/n sat at her desk, deep in concentration, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she finalized a client report. She was so immersed in her work that she barely noticed the sound of the office door opening. But she glanced up when her department manager, Mr. Kang, walked in—his usually stern expression replaced by a wide, beaming smile.

“Y/n!” he called out, his voice filled with excitement.

Heads turned across the office, curious about what could make their typically reserved manager look so energized.

“Yes?” Y/n replied, sitting up straighter as she felt the weight of her coworkers’ gazes settle on her.

“I have some incredible news!” he said, his grin widening. “You’ve been nominated for this year’s Company Award for Excellence. You’ll be honored at the annual banquet next week!”

Her eyes widened. “Wait—me? Seriously?”

Mr. Kang nodded proudly. “Yes, really. You’re being recognized for your outstanding performance—especially your leadership during the last product launch, your consistently high sales numbers, and your willingness to always lend a hand. We’re all incredibly proud of you.”

A rush of warmth bloomed in her chest. She had worked hard, but to be publicly recognized like this felt surreal. “I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Really. This means so much to me,” she said, a bright smile overtaking her face.

Mr. Kang gave her a nod of approval. “You earned it. Go ahead and take a break—you deserve to celebrate.”

The news stayed with her through the rest of the day, buoying her mood and keeping a permanent smile on her face. As she wrapped up her tasks and grabbed her things, she couldn’t wait to get home. She knew exactly who she wanted to share the news with first: Taesan.

Knowing him, he’d probably be even more excited than she was.

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

Y/n unlocked the door to their shared apartment, barely containing her excitement. As she stepped inside, she spotted Taesan lounging on the couch, phone in hand, a blanket loosely draped over his legs.

The moment he looked up, she dropped her bag and practically bounded over to him, flopping onto the couch with such enthusiasm that his brows lifted in surprise.

“Whoa,” he laughed, setting his phone aside. “What’s gotten into you? Did something happen at work?”

Her whole face lit up as she nodded. “You’re not going to believe this—I got nominated for an award!”

His eyes widened instantly. “Wait, seriously? That’s amazing! What’s the award for?”

“It’s for leading sales during the last product launch,” she explained, hardly able to sit still. “And for always helping out around the office. They’re presenting it at the company banquet next week!”

“You totally deserve it,” he said, a proud smile tugging at his lips. “That’s huge. What day is the banquet?”

“A week from today,” she said, her excitement dimming slightly. “But I know you probably can’t come… with your schedule, and everything about keeping us a secret…”

He paused, the excitement in his eyes softening. “Yeah,” he said with a quiet sigh. “I have a schedule with the members that day.”

She nodded, trying to mask her disappointment with a smile. “It’s okay. I understand. I’d never ask you to risk your career over something like this.”

But Taesan could see the flicker of sadness in her eyes—she wasn’t asking, but she was hoping.

“There’s a livestream, right?”

She perked up slightly. “Yeah. I sent you the link.”

“Then I’ll watch,” he said, squeezing her hand gently. “Even if I can’t be there physically, I’ll be watching—cheering you on the whole time.”

Her smile returned, softer this time, more heartfelt. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

The banquet hall buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Y/n sat at a round table among her coworkers, her award tucked neatly into a velvet-lined case by her side. But despite the celebration, her eyes kept drifting to her phone hidden in her lap.

No new messages. The livestream link she had sent Taesan hours earlier still showed as “delivered.”

Beside her, Wonyoung leaned over, nudging her gently. “So… is your mystery boyfriend coming tonight?”

The question snapped Y/n out of her thoughts. She looked up, forcing a smile. “No, he’s busy. Couldn’t make it.”

Wonyoung gave her a knowing look, then turned back to chat with her own boyfriend. Y/n glanced at her phone again and, on a whim, typed one last message:

“I wish you were here.”

After staring at the screen for a few moments, she turned the phone off and slipped it into her purse. She didn’t want to let her disappointment ruin the night—but it stung. She had never asked much of him. And tonight, she just wanted to be seen by someone who mattered.

She excused herself and stepped outside to the balcony, letting the cool night air wash over her. The city lights shimmered in the distance as she hugged her arms around herself.

Maybe she was being dramatic. But it was hard not to feel alone in a room full of people when the one person she wanted to share this with wasn’t there.

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

Y/n lingered on the balcony a little longer, the sound of laughter and music muffled behind the glass doors. Just as she was about to head back inside, an announcement echoed through the hall: the awards ceremony was about to begin.

She straightened her posture, composed herself, and walked back in, her face carefully neutral.

One by one, names were called and applause followed. When her name echoed across the room, her heart jumped. She stood and walked toward the podium, the stage lights washing over her as she accepted the award.

She began her short thank-you speech—but then the banquet hall doors creaked open at the far end.

Her breath caught.

There, standing in the entryway with a mask over his face and a bouquet of roses in his arms, was Taesan.

Even with half his face hidden, she knew him in an instant.

Her voice faltered for a second, but she recovered quickly, ending her speech with a grateful smile that felt more genuine now. Applause rang out as she returned to her seat, her pulse quickening.

The moment the formalities ended, she slipped away from the crowd and headed straight toward him. He greeted her with a grin that crinkled his eyes behind the mask and opened his arms.

She launched into them without hesitation. “You came,” she whispered, stunned. “How did you—”

“I pulled a few strings and asked them to wrap my schedule early,” he said softly, resting his forehead gently against hers. “I couldn’t miss this.”

Before she could reply, Wonyoung walked up, eyeing him curiously. “Is this him? I thought he couldn’t make it?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, unsure what to say, but Taesan quickly stepped in, voice slightly altered. “I wasn’t feeling great earlier,” he said smoothly, “but I’m better now. I didn’t want to miss her big night.”

Wonyoung smiled, satisfied. “Well, that’s sweet. You’re lucky,” she said with a wink before disappearing into the crowd.

Y/n let out a breath of relief and looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

He pulled the bouquet from behind his back, handing it to her. “You deserve everything, Y/n. I’m so proud of you.”

She smiled through misty eyes, squeezing his hand tightly.

In a room full of celebration, she finally felt whole.

𖦹 y 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪

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Pluto and “The Black Cat”

I guess it takes a community event for me to actually write out that Pluto post I've been planning for *checks notes* 2 months.

So, let's talk about Pluto (finally)!

By the way, spoilers, so if you're not into that:

We're first introduced to Pluto during the Maze arc, where he's unceremoniously dumped on Duke and Lenore by the Posh Crew, which also includes his roommate Prospero.

At first, it's easy to write Pluto off as kind of an emo soft boi. And in fact, Duke even tries to ditch him during the Acrophobia Trial.

It's not hard to see why. Aesthetically, Pluto has a much darker presentation than the rest of the cast which gives him the impression of a gloomy introvert that won't really contribute anything to the team. He wears a grey turtleneck instead of a white dress shirt marks him as a visual outcast; his slouching posture projects a lack of confidence; and his eye covering bangs actually do a lot of work to make him appear less communicative (windows to the soul, right?).

On top of that, Pluto's pretty small, a trait emphasized by his overly large jacket, which unlike other students, doesn't seem to be tailored to him, and his prickly personality don't earn him any teamwork points. I mean, just look at him:

The point being, Pluto isn't exactly the image of confidence that Duke and Lenore need to help muscle through the maze.

That being said, like most great characters, Pluto almost immediately shows he has a lot more going for him than first impressions.

One thing that readers might have noticed is that because Pluto is pretty small and unassuming, he's great at sneaking around.

But since it's mostly played as a gag many people might have also missed this detail right after:

Pluto stepping on a branch isn't mindbogglingly important, but it does speak to his character in a really touching way. He immediately recognizes that his silence upsets Duke and Lenore and goes out of his way to make noise so they aren't startled by him, even though they really haven't been the nicest to him.

It's a small detail, but it shows that right from the beginning, Pluto is someone who cares about other people, which is further reinforced when he tries to break up Duke and Lenore during Duke's inconceived attempt to awaken Lenore's spectre:

The maze also highlights a few of Pluto's other positive traits. For example, he's surprisingly interested in etymology (what a dork; I love him), which gives Red an easy way to explain the Greek/Latin roots to the readers while also playing up Pluto's allusion to the Roman god. It also indicates that Pluto is fairly book smart, which is directly contrasted by Duke's street smarts in the Chronophobia trial and Lenore's... instinct? Let's call it intuition.

We also get a bit of foreshadowing for Pluto's spectre. One, he's actually pretty dextrous on a tightrope, and two, he can't swim, both of which are traits stereotypically associated with cats.

Speaking of which, Pluto's spectre:

According to Poppet, Pluto is a Crytid, a type of Spectre that manifests when someone had a deep-seated desire to escape social constraints, but somewhat paradoxically, Pluto is a cat, a domesticated creature.

I'm going to take a small aside to say that cats really aren't that domesticated. I mean yes, who doesn't love tea cup kittens, but cats can return to the wild and they still share most of their genetic code and evolutionary instincts with their untamed counterparts, which can't really be said about dogs.

Okay, back to Nevermore, except I lied, we're actually going back to 1845 when Edgar Allan Poe published "The Black Cat".

If you didn't know (but you probably did. After all, you're reading a Nevermore character analysis), almost every Nevermore character is based on one or more works by EAP. (You can check out their main inspirations in this other post.)

And Pluto's story is "The Black Cat". It isn't one of Poe's most famous works, so you could be forgiven for not knowing about it, but if you have read it, you probably immediately recognized its influence on Pluto.

First, a brief overview of the story: (CW: animal abuse)

Like most Poe short stories, "The Black Cat" is narrated by an insane murderer (that's a tad hyperbolic, but you get the point). Unlike other narrators though, this narrator actually started out somewhat decent.

You see, the narrator used to be a loving husband to a woman that he married early in life. Both of them loved animals, so over the years, they cared for a lot of pets together, including "birds, gold-fish, a fine dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat."

This cat is, of course, the titular Black Cat and his name is Pluto. He's also described as being the narrator's "favorite pet and playmate."

Unfortunately, the narrator is also an alcoholic, and his addiction gradually turns him from a loving and sensitive man into a violent mess. He's able to stave off his alcohol fueled abuse from Pluto for several years, but eventually, Pluto ticks him off and he grabs the cat and purposefully cuts out one of its eyes with a penknife.

Understandably, Pluto (the cat) does not take kindly to this, and for the rest of its life tries to avoid the narrator, which the narrator takes surprisingly well.

At first.

Eventually, his alcoholism catches up with him and he decides that, for literally "no other reason than because he knows he should not" decides to hang the cat.

So, there are a ton of references to the short story in Nevermore. Pluto's dad is a physically abusive drunk who cuts out Pluto's eye, Pluto's name and spectre are inspired by the Black Cat, and the way Pluto unlocks his spectre mirrors how the narrator hangs his pet.

But there are arguably lot more allusions from the rest of the story. You see right after the narrator kills Pluto, his house burns down and there are two characters in Nevermore who are associated with fire:

Lenore and Monty, both of whom have a pretty interesting relationship with Pluto, especially when you line them up with Pluto's short story.

If you associate the narrator's house burning down as karmic retribution, then Lenore is a natural pick. After all, she not only burns down her estate, her presence in Pluto's (after)life is arguably what causes him to start standing up for himself more, and at the very least, her leadership is what gets him through maze for a shot at the second life which dovetails nicely with the fallout of the narrator's house burning.

You see, the narrator doesn't perish along with his material possessions, but one wall of his house also survives, and burned into that wall is the image of a hanging cat, a reminder of his sins.

Soon after, the narrator, still drowning his sorrows and guilt at bars, happens upon a second cat who is "fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every aspect but one." It's even missing an eye. The only thing that separates it from Pluto is a patch of white hair on its chest.

Now the concept of doubling is one of Poe's hallmarks, and it's mirrored wonderfully in Nevermore by the students' past lives and their current unlife as students, or alternatively, their human form and their spectre form, but it's also symbolically present for Pluto because by leading him out of the maze, Lenore also leads Pluto on the path to a second life in addition to inspiring him to be more confident, which is arguably the difference between his past and current self.

Based on Pluto's memories, it doesn't seem like his father thought of him as a "man" and given his character introduction, Pluto was a meek person. But after meeting Lenore and befriending Duke, Pluto does this:

One, it's hilarious that Pluto is talking about taking eyes, but two, Pluto is fully ready to kill Monty here and that leads me to part two of the fire.

Monty is a self destructive individual. He purposefully instigates fights, loves to stir up trouble for no reason, and suffers from trauma that arguably isn't his fault (not to say that dealing with that trauma isn't his responsibility).

In some ways, he's haunted by his religious upbringing as much as the narrator of "The Black Cat" is by his alcoholism. Both are aware of how much it ruins their lives, but they can't help leaning into those violent tendencies. The narrator even calls his alcoholism a "fiend".

And, they both wall up someone they're rooming with.

Because, there's even more to the new black cat than driving the narrator insane. In fact, the narrator goes as far as murdering his wife while attempting to kill the new Pluto (I can't believe she stuck around, the poor woman).

And like any Poe narrator worth his salt, "The Black Cat" narrator decides to hide the body by walling her up in a false chimney. This comes with the added benefit of scaring the new black cat away so the narrator can finally enjoy some piece and quiet.

Only it turns out this is a lie. Just like Monty narrowly avoiding Pluto's gunshot, the Black Cat's absence turns out to be the narrator's undoing because the narrator accidently walled up the cat with his wife's corpse, and it's the cat's screeching that ultimately unmasks his crimes.

Similarly, it's Pluto's belief in Duke that activates Duke's spectre, "freeing a corpse" and leading to the much needed string of chapters where everyone dunks on Monty. (Thank you, Pluto.)

I think it's really neat that Red managed to blend multiple Poe stories into a new plot thread, and I'm really looking forward to seeing what she and Flynn have in store with Pluto because even though his inspiration story has been pretty much fully acted out, most of spectre abilities really haven't been explored.

For instance, while "unlucky" is a general description of black cats, Pluto's presence has actually been a major boon for the misfits, saving Duke, explaining the thalassophobia trial in the maze, guiding Lenore and Duke through Acrophobia, and also warning Lenore and defending her during the Manor arc. Maybe it's bad luck for his enemies or straight up luck manipulation?

"Blink" could be a reference to Pluto's dash attack, but Pluto also has an uncanny ability to disappear from people's perception as demonstrated during the maze and to a lesser extent when he hides from Eulalie in the forbidden wing.

For those of us into TTRPGs, blink is also sometimes used to refer to teleporting or the DnD spell of the same name with causes the caster to fade in and out of existence!

And finally, "evil eye" is a very intriguing ability. While it could just be a reference to Pluto's missing/remaining eye, as @takescrackseriously and other readers have pointed out, it could also be a reference to Poe's "Telltale Heart" maybe having the ability to drive victims mad, like Pluto's namesake (er, reincarnation?) does in "The Black Cat".

That brings up another question, which is why is Pluto still missing his eye? Lenore was also seriously injured in life, but she isn't crippled like she was post-Theo as a student. What injuries get to be healed and which remain in Nevermore?

I'm interested to see if, like Will's freaky blood wax clones, spectres' powers can develop and how far they can develop. After all, Pluto's power set seems fairly basic, and while I love underdogs (undercats?), ostensibly there's some kind of balancing system that makes traits like "blink" and "teeth" keep up with monsters like "fear itself" and "divine light".

Okay, maybe not given the ruthless nature of the academy and the Raven's comments, but narratively that can feel a bit unsatisfying, y'know? Because it would be such a waste for Pluto's development to stall here despite the amazing amount of progress he's already made.

Plus, aesthetically, I'm willing to bet Flynn is going to incorporate more white into Pluto's character design, because a considerable amount of detail focuses on this one difference between Pluto and the new cat in the short story. In fact, it seems to be one of the factors in the narrator's full descent into madness because he starts seeing the cat's white patch as morphing into the image of a noose.

And to close out this really lengthy post on a bright note, have some terrified Pluto:

What a cutie. We must protect him at all costs.

By the way, if you enjoyed my rambling, here are links to similar theory/analysis posts talking about Ada and Annabel!

[whoreash]

ghetto gatsby ──★ ˙🍓 ̟

you and itoshi sae were on opposite sides of the car— unaturally.

why is that? he pissed you— the fuck off— that’s why.

there were some things as his manager and soon-to-be-wife that you understood— but, jesus christ, did he have to fuck up with his biggest sponsor?

itoshi sae was a mean, mean man and he, surely, didn’t make things easier for you.

“hey, babeee,” the usual beginning of an apology from sae, acting all innocent as if he didn’t just create a shitload of paperwork and calls for you. “don’t be angry at me.”

no answer— rightfully so. your gaze followed the trees outside, ignoring every word and sound made from your fiancée. because, sure, he’s done things like this before, but not at the sponsor’s own event. and, definitely, not directly to his face.

it was as if he was asking for an argument with you.

“i, really, didn’t do anything wrong,” ahh, so now he’s in the right?

you could choke sae right now. and, of course, he has to act all unbothered, a perfect way to react to your silence. that will, clearly, help his case.

“you, literally, called him a dick.”

“only because he was rude to me. and you.”

“itoshi,” at that, his gaze led to you, the name uncommon to him, especially from you. “you lost our biggest, fucking, sponsor.”

“who needs a sponsor, anyway? i can handle myself.” sae mutters, his careless personality overpowering any sense of urgency.

“your whole marketing team is, practically, gone, your retirement is fucked and a lot of your salary is due to them,” you answer, looking over at sae, eyes hooded from pure anger “so tell me, how much of that can you handle?”

he lets the silence sit in the car— because he has no idea. he has no idea about any of it.

“you’re going to apologise to him.” the earnestness in your voice, worries sae— but he doesn’t show it. rather, he lets his usual self answer.

“i’m not apologising. i did nothing wrong.” sae’s stubborn character was something you got warned about before becoming his manager. luckily, you weren’t one to lose in arguments.

“itoshi sae. you will apologise and i don’t want you fucking up like this, ever, again.”

you’re met with silence yet again, eyeing sae’s facial expression— inspecting the tug of his brow and roll of his eyes. he’s avoiding your gaze— a sign of his loss.

“will you kiss me, if i say yes?”

“what—“ you look at sae, with a ‘are you fucking kidding me’ look, which is only met with a silent plead from his eyes “okay, yes! i’ll give you a, fucking, kiss,”

sae nods and mutters a ‘i’ll do it’ before sitting, waiting, expectantly, for the kiss he was promised.

“you’re so stupid.”

are the last words that leave your mouth before you lean over the backseat and give sae an open-mouthed kiss. exactly, the one he likes. you, really, were too kind to him. whatever. you couldn’t care less when his tongue, gently, prods into your mouth— sharing your saliva.

you, definitely, didn’t care when his hand moved to grasp onto your hip, the other angling your head. sae knew how to lower your defenses, and you let him. every single time.

the argument will have to wait, because right now, sae’s wayyy too distracted by you and your body and your lips— which won’t change later but, oh well.

he’ll apologise, but, he can’t promise this won’t happen again.

after all, itoshi sae got a fuck ton of hate sex after.

[twstwizard]

can i request an octavinelle version of the ticklish prefect thing :p

Tickle-Me-Prefect PT.4

PT.3 < Heartslaybul

Type: Headcanons, SFW, Fluff, Romantic

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto; Jade Leech; Floyd Leech; GN!Reader

AN: Man, lots of ticklish people here, huh?

AN: Really struggled with Tweels parts, since keeping them in character and in a healthy relationship are hard things to juggle :'D

Azul Ashengrotto

-Azul prides himself on being a business man, a person with perfect poker face and ability to stay cool headed, it seems only fitting that his partner is rather stoic too, don't you think? In all seriousness at first Ashengrotto was a tad bit insecure about your lack of expressions, yet after some time the man reminded himself nothing is crestal clear when it comes to people, just like contracts everyone has their nuances. Small acts of devotion is all he needed in the end.

- It's no secret that Azul appreciates you, but what does a shady businessman appreciate even more? Something physical - the man lives for your touch. While not overly big on generous PDA, everything is on the table when the two of you are alone. Cuddles are of particular favor for him, being held and slightly weighted down is heavily to him, adds to the senes of security if you will. Accidentally tickling his partner was bound to happen at some point, no? Azul simply didn't expect for his love to snort and giggle like a hyena.

- Ashengrotto is somewhat relieved that the two of you share a weakness, as wierd as it may sound. Worry not, your secret is safe with him. While he's a conniving capitalist, he does have a heart, it just happens to be held by you. Your boyfriend is now a bit more careful about public displays, no longer keeping his hand on your lower back, his hugs are even more feathery touch, yet in private nothing changed.

- Being vulnerable for Azul is priceless and yet you so freely show him the things that others would deem embarrassing. Your openness to him makes the act of being one true self so much sweeter and more special beyond any means, the young man wishes to keep those rare smiles and laughs only to himself. Perhaps if he was an old version of himself, Ashengrotto would make a contract for such purposes. He can be soft and squishy with you in turn, he will be in fact, your small weaknesses that you share push him closer with you far more then you can imagine. Trueselves of people are embarrassing, yet with you it's freeing.

Jade Leech

- Jade is... Well, Jade. While the young man has a calm expression plastered all over his face 24/7, everyone knows that he is in fact, dangerous. Be it fate or perhaps a simple coincidence, his significant other is similar, only slightly different. Jade finds it amusing in a way, no matter what your face remains the same, while most may find it annoying, yours truly thinks it fascinating. All the small shifts that others wouldn't notice, a muscle twitch here and there. Small things. And Jade sees them all.

- Jade is a true gentleman and his affection is of similar caliber- reverent in it's feathery lightness, sometimes too light, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin. Your boyfriend is as much of a menace to society as his brother, just more subtle, to the point where he couldn't be accused of anything. Don't blame him for trying to tickle your emotions out of you. In all honesty, Leech had no idea such silly thing would work, but oh Sevens is he delighted.

- Lucky for you, or not, your dearest is respectful of your secrets and weaknesses, or at the very least knows how blackmail works. Jade doesn't necessarily hold such thing over you, though he does find it amusing when his fingers accidentally graze your skin just the right way for you to snort or giggle. What? His hands must've been slippery... Worry not however, Leech knows not to abuse such power too much, the man understands that if he does so too often the joy of seeing you smile wouldn't be as delicious.

- Jade is a character, he and you are aware of that. Many things were unspoken when you entered into a relationship with him, mainly because you didn't need to know some things about him. When the merman heard your laughter, felt your body shake with it, he thought how cruel were you for hiding such a thing from him. Yet that would make him a hypocrite, no? He should also be able to turn his back to you, be able to tell you all those small things about himself - perhaps you'll find them as delightful as he finds your smile to be.

Floyd Leech

- Floyd is a wild card. While he is the more 'sane' of the twins, the young man is still unpredictable and a menace to society, quite literally. You're like an anchor in a way, always calm, always stoic, like a... An anchor amids ocean for the lack of a better term. And Floyd loves his anchor. He can't exactly pin point what draws him in, your bland expression should repulse him and yet there's just enough unhingieness for him to keep coming back to you bo matter what.

- Floyd loves to squeeze people, you, his lovely shrimpy, are not an exception, in fact you're Floyd's favorite to squeeze. Riddle is praying for you and to you. It was bound to happen sooner or later that his affectionate attacks ended up in you giggling and snorting, trying to breathe through how much it tickles. Hope you're prepared for tortures beyond human, but not mer kind.

- Leech is merciless when it comes to things he loves, can't exactly blame him for loving your laugh, can you? Floyd squeeze and tickles you each time he sees you or when his mood drops for whatever reason. You're his little pickmeup, your lovely laughter does wonders to his inner moray, especially when he gets to feel how your chest heaves, how you whizz, your lungs contract as you try to breathe through his affection. He's still fascinated with those organs. Okay, now tickle and squeeze him back! This seems fun...

- The young man isn't necessarily possessive, no, he doesn't mind if others hear your lovely voice begging him to stop or laughter, by all means let all hear how he makes his Shrimpy feel! But that doesn't mean that he likes to share however... If anyone else tickles you, even by accident, it's on sight. Leech is the only one that is allowed to make you shake with laughter, stealing your breath away. It's a connection to him, sign of great trust that you allow him to do so, that you don't frown at him, allow Floyd to feel you. He may not always explain things or be good and gentle with his words, but the young man's actions are his main language and whenever he makes you laugh with it, he truly feels love like no other.

[howi99]

The Grimmwalkers

Chapter 5

_ Day of initiation _

Weiss: *biting her thumb, nervous* (Where the hell is he!? He's going to get himself killed by a huntsman if he transforms in front of them! I need to warn him!)

_ meanwhile _

Jaune: (I feel like i've forgotten something important... Didn't that girl want to see me or something? She was cute, but she also called me an imbecile multiple times... Maybe she's a tsundere?)

Yang: Oi, what's wrong VB?

Jaune: Uh? Oh, nothing much, i was just thinking about that girl who wanted to see me.

Yang: *chuckle* Did you use that "Arc charm" you told me about? My oh my, and here i thought we had something going on~!

Jaune: ... *Smirk* Already forgot i have seven sisters? That kind of tease is completely ineffective.

Yang: *laugh* Fair! But seriously, why aren't you meeting with her? Is she THAT ugly?

Jaune: No? She's kinda cute actually, but she didn't give me a rendez-vous spot. *shrug* I have no idea where she could-

Weiss: *from the other side of the room, pointing her finger in an accusative manner* YOU!

Jaune: *turning around, seeing her approaching* Oh! *Wave* Hey Weiss!

Yang: *looking behind him with a wince* She looks royally pissed, dude.

Jaune: Yeah, i can see- *her finger poke his head* -ow!

Weiss: *angrily* I've been looking for you for the past hour! And i find you here!? Talking with- *look at Yang* -whoever she is *turn her eyes back to him*, instead of coming to me!?

Yang: *recoiling* Woah there, i'm just his friend! If you want him, he's free-

Weiss: *Blushing madely from embarrassment* THAT'S NOT- *calm herself down, taking deep breath* I simply want to talk to him. I don't care about him in that way. *Looking back at Jaune* No offence.

Jaune: Oh, none taken. And sorry to not have been searching for you, you forgot to give me a location.

Weiss: I did? *Sigh, hitting her forehead with her hand* That's just like me, sorry again.

Jaune: It's fine. *Smile* So, what did you want to talk about?

Weiss: It's... *glancing at Yang* It's a private discussion, if you don't mind?

Yang: ... *Grin* And you're sure you don't like-

Weiss: *Her eyes flashing red for a split second* Don't push your luck.

Yang: *holding up her arm in the hair, giggling* Alright, alright. I'll leave you two alone~ *leave while laughing to herself*

Jaune: *scratch his head* Sooo... What's good-

Weiss: *serious, without flinching* Remove your shirt.

Jaune: ... No?

Weiss: *Rolling her eyes* I meant like that, idiot. *exasperated, turning around and showing him the back of her shoulder, a little mark imprinted on her skin* I need to see if you have something like that.

Jaune: *Sigh* Please don't panic. *Start removing his shirt*

Weiss: What do you mean "don't- *seeing no mark of clan. Instead, she was faced with multiple scars covering his entire back* What the-

Jaune: *wince* Yeah... It's not really good looking, is it?

Weiss: *horrified by the amount of damage* What happened to you!? Who's the monster-

Jaune: *quickly putting back his shirt with a long sigh* I had bone plaques growing on my back. My father thought it might have been a weird sickness and took me to multiple doctors. But the more they tried removing them, the more they would grow. *Sigh* It took a while before he found someone who wouldn't butcher and try to heal me. *Chuckle* I probably spent more time in the operation room than outside that year-

Weiss: *vomit inside the trashcan*

Jaune: *wince* I knew it was unsightly but that bad?

Weiss: *shaken to her core, shakily wiping off her mouth* (They butchered him! That's horrible! What were they thinking!? They could have crippled him!)

Jaune: *scratch the back of his head* If it can reassure you, it's actually healing by itself. *Smiling* It's a lot better than it was a couple years ago!

Weiss: IT WAS WORSE!?

Jaune: Oh yeah, my entire body was covered in scars! *Clapping his hands together* Anyway, was that all?

Weiss: Uh?

Jaune: What you wanted to ask, was that all?

Weiss: *taking a deep breath* I did confirm my suspicions about you, yes.

Jaune: *confused* Suspicions? What do you-

Weiss: Jaune, you are a Gri-

Yang: *coming back* Hey guys-

Weiss: *turning around towards her, trying to not die from a heart-attack* CAN'T YOU SEE WE WERE STILL TALKING!?

Yang: *shrug* Yeah, but initiation is like, right now.

Jaune: Oh shit, already? *Getting up, walking towards Yang* Let's go!

Weiss: But Jaune-

Jaune: *smiling* We'll talk after initiation! See you later-

Yang: -alligator!

Jaune: ... Yang, that was lame.

Yang: *awkward laugh* Yeah, even i cringed the second i said it.

Both: *leaving*

Weiss: ...! I have to help him! *Run after them*

[postcardsfromheapside]

When you complain "if only X character had writers who loved them," what do you mean? 

Like what you do actually mean. 

I'm about to go on a rant about a particular character I see this about MOST, but this question is definitely not limited to him - I've seen it about multiple characters.

What is it you want from Anders and the writers. Because what it feels like from the posts where I see this phrase, is that people wanted Anders to be avenged in DA:I, or even Veilguard - for some of the characters to admit that maybe he was correct. Or maybe for there to be codex entries, SOMETHING that would hint that the mad apostate who blew up the chantry was justified. 

Except Dragon Age isn't like that. 

This entire series is about people who do awful things because they think they had a reason to do them, and sometimes those awful acts are completely understandable and maybe you can even justify them in context, but that in no way means that the in-world characters *have* to forgive anyone for anything, and the writers don't have to write them that way, no matter how they feel about the character. 

(I already have heard shitty things about Anders' writer, so before you @ me, please know, I'm composing this A of all, already understanding that context and B, also knowing that sometimes writers create characters who give offense on purpose, and that it's okay to like those characters without justifying their actions. Solas, anyone?) 

It's actually really frustrating as someone who is an Anders fan to see people whine "oh, if only he had a writer who loved him" as if he isn't a well-written character. 

The man is obsessive, annoyingly focused on his goals, constantly leaving bits of his unwanted manifesto everywhere. He's shitty to Fenris (although Fenris starts a lot of it and gives as good as he gets), and he probably deserved the moniker Broody as much as Fenris did. He's harsh to Merrill and quite often an unprompted asshole to Aveline. He's also incredibly kind and compassionate, and really does spend almost all of his free time living his truth: trying to save mages from terrible treatment which is only growing worse - most of which we do not see on-screen so shallow viewing doesn't make it seem quite as bad as he claims. He also freely gives of his healing talents, regardless of who comes asking, at great personal risk. Whatever you say about him, you can't claim he doesn't live what he says he believes. And then there's the fact that he's actually quite funny, and when his "moods" aren't on him, his banter with Varric and Merrill especially is very cute, hinting that there's a different person inside of him, had he not gone through everything he had since Awakening (maybe even before). If you romance him, he's passionate and caring and weirdly funny with Hawke as well, two freaks who "get" each other. 

Strange that I've managed to pull all of this out of someone who apparently the writers "didn't love", this rounded character who has multiple facets to him. 

No one in DA:I is required to forgive Anders, regardless of which storyline you take. Varric sees him as the man who blew up a portion of "his" beloved city, who got a LOT of people killed, and maybe effectively exiled his friend. Cassandra and Leliana, for all their wishes to reform the chantry, still believe in the chantry as an institution. Vivienne still believes in the circles. Solas doesn't give a flying fuck about that guy - mage freedom isn't really on his mind, except in that he's pretending to be an apostate until he sheds his disguise. Who were you expecting to exonerate Anders, exactly, with their own limited perspectives? 

To be honest, I wouldn't have forgiven him either, except in that I too have lived in a world where people's rights were slowly being stripped away by an unempathetic crazy person and the governing body that could have stopped the clown in office collectively sat back and in the end did fuck all about it. 

You're meant to think about these things, just like you're meant to think about the stuff going on in Veilguard on which people have been posting metas. Is Bioware ham fisted at this commentary? 100% But it's there. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen so many good character analyses of Anders (and other characters I've seen this complaint about). 

"If only he had writers who loved him" my sibling in Thedas they did their job, you're out here on this cloutless website crying into the void about your favorite little guy. Now go figure out why you need him to be a hero within the story itself, instead of him existing as he is and you thinking about how many people have flawed or shaded perspectives about the people who try, in different and sometimes awful ways, to change history.

[changbinsboobs]

I have a small request, just curious, according to tarot/astrology, does skz get disgusted by menstruation, I mean, would you have sex with your girlfriend if she was on those days?

Skz stance on periods and would they do it during menstruation?

Chan - Not seeing his stance on it as much as im seeing his treatment. I would say he is caring in the area of providing physical comfort. Like he would make sure u have meds/food/blanket or some physical comforting while ur on it. Tho im not seeing anything over the top. He's just there if u need help - at an arms length distance, but lets u have ur own experience. Also not seeing him being very emotionally there.

As for sex time during it im seeing a strong no, and im seeing it being heavily cuz of something holding him back that he has no control of, my best case being possible ocd.

Lee know - He has a very mature view on menstruation and thinks of it as something feminine and divinely connected to nature. He has respect for it for sure and treats it and women with dignity. As for doing it during im not getting a definitive answer, but its rather leaning towards a no...i don't want to elaborate further but its not really about the period but more about his principles👀

Changbin - also very physical energy, similar to chan. But his is very intense - im seeing him being very protective of menstruating women around him. Im seeing him having respect for it too but not to the mature extent lee know does. For changbin its rather something thats far away from him, something he feels pretty disconnected from and it feels unknown and forreign, but he values the women around him a lot snd wants to do his best to cater to them - tho im seeing him having a tendency to get annoying cuz its visible he öacks knowledge and understanding and his approach is very physical and very...agressive? Persistant? I think he may feel a bit suffocating.

As for sex during it, im seeing him being really iffy about it in general, but if its with a woman he loves he's all in for it! He'd love the intimate, unique shared experience.

Hyunjin - Uh im seeing him being a bit appalled towards it which actually shocked me. I think he's a bit traumatized?😂🥲 idk if he had a woman around him with violent pms or something but he feels really defensive and cautious with that energy. And also i feel like he's disgusted by blood in general, so the thought of bleeding "everywhere" isn't appealing to him either, especially when the bleeding person in question has turned into a monster set on hurting him in whatever way he can (just reading the energy here).

As for sexy time im seeing a no. He probably got asked before, there for aure was some convincing but im seeing him wanting to be far away, from a safe distance while all of that is happening.

Han - He holds lots of respect and deep understanding for menstruation and women who are in that time of the month and i think his treatment is also amazing, very mature, very well educated and contrary to chan and changbin who provide more of physical support/hand - im seeing emotional support with han too. Im actually surprised with how emotionally mature this energy here feels, considering he doesn't have sisters and assumable hasnt grown up around women💗

As for sex time - yes for sure, especially if it can help relieve his girl of some tension or pain, or help her cry (u know sometime when sex is really healing it can make u cry and release trauma ir tension).

Felix - im seeing him being respectful and well mannered about it but not really involved, like i don't see him ever having a close/first hand experience with menstruation. It was always something that has been approached more on a surface level.

As for sex im seeing a strong no. Theres not much elaboration here, i think its just a no no for him cuz "thats bot something people do".

Seungmin - Isn't really all that well versed or educated with menstruation matters but is ready to help when his help is needed and im seeing him being an absolute daddy😂 idk how to explain it but u have a problem - here its fixed babe. 😂 like he doesnt really involve himself with any of that stuff, he doenst know all that much about it anyways. But he can fix ur problems just like that.

As for sex - we all know seungmin by now, he doesn't even make a difference. Sex is sex, doesn't matter if ur bleeding or not. Thats more lube for him.

I.N - He also has a bit of a similar view on it as lee know, one of it being a very divine feminine power and gift for which they deserve recognition and respect. I think he has deep rooted respect for it but nit only type of respect where ur nice and polite, but the type of respect u have for nature and what it can do, like the ocean and its depths and how it can destroy whole cities when disturbed (like a tsunami) etc. And so with that im seeing he has e certain sense of carefulness around him, as to not disturb the bleeding goddess force of nature😂 and bear her rage.

As for sex - yes of course he'd love it. Sex is sex, whats a little blood to him?!

[renae-nicole-lynn]

More Invincible x Frankenstein's Monster!Reader Headcanons

A/N: Why? Sometimes I like the ideas I come up with. These are in no particular order in terms of timeline or otherwise, like bare minimum organization period, other than mostly being based in season 1

There is another part to ‘Why Him?” coming soon so keep an eye out for that, assuming I have it out before the hype completely dies if it hasn’t already 🫠. Also @sweatinghoneybee left a really cool analysis on my first headcanon post and you should absolutely read it.

As the old story goes, stolen limbs were sewn together to create you. And with a shock of electricity and the worst pain you have ever felt since, you became something from nothing. Originally after your creator for robbing the gravesites of heroes, the GDA finds you abandoned and Cecil, seeing the potential, decides to take you in and train you.

You’re taught how to hone your abilities through physical and mental disciplines, eventually excelling in hand-to-hand combat, shooting, and academics. Most of all, you’re taught how to survive, to blend into a crowd effortlessly. With a hologram watch(or bracelet depending on your style) that hides the two white streaks in your hair and the scars and stitches that hold your body together, you look as human as it gets. Sure as hell doesn’t feel like it sometimes, if at all.

Your costume is created from a material that can repair itself as fast as it can be pulled apart, making it easy when you have to detach a limb during a mission. Completed with holsters for guns, medical kit, etc.; tactile, not flashy, perfect for working in the shadows.

Once you’re deemed ready to start doing fieldwork, that's exactly where you start. You watch, you learn, you report to Cecil anything noteworthy.

You only really start doing civilian work when you start doing part-time missions with Team Teen and eventually with Mark. Even then you’re something of an urban legend, keeping your distance from civilians as much as possible last time you interacted directly with civilians it didn't end well. Most pictures of you are back shots and the ones of your face were too blurry to make out any defining features save from your signature white streaks and scars/stitches.

You and Mark were sitting across from each other at Burger Mart when he asked, “How come you don’t have a hero name?”

You take a sip of soda as you consider his question. “Why, ‘Weird Stitch Monster Thing and Invincible’ doesn’t scream ‘dynamic duo’ to you?”

After the discussion confession on the roof there was nothing like a formal agreement or secret handshake; the two or you as a duo just felt right, as both heroes and romantically, it was almost instinctive.

Mark rolled his eyes playfully. “Just curious, I’ve seen a lot of people online talking about it.”

You sat back against your side of the booth. “Having a name typically means interacting with civilians on some level regularly, something I clearly don’t do too often because Reasons.”

Mark winced. He knew what you were talking about, your first interaction with civilians gone bad was one of the first stories you told him.

“Besides the whole ‘mysterious person’ thing I got going on is enough for people to remember me by, no hero name required.”

This changed weeks later when some civilian heard Rex Splode call you ‘Corpse Bride’ and the name quickly circulated online.

Mark struggled and failed to not to laugh as you gripped his shoulders with utter panic and disgust. “I don’t care what my hero name is, it will not be something the poor man King Bomb-omb gave me.”

He snorted as he squeezed your hands comfortingly. “We’ll think of something.”

In the early days of your relationship, you weren’t used to casual displays of affection, i.e. holding hands or Mark’s arm casually wrapped around your shoulder. He’s patient with you, always asking if you’re okay before doing anything. Eventually, it’s as natural as breathing to you both.

Compared to your naturally chilly body temperature, Mark’s warmth feels like heaven oh the joys of being a reanimated corpse and a half-alien respectively. Whenever you’re curled up together you wrap your limbs around him and bury your face in his neck, getting close as you possibly can. Not that he’s any better, during the warmer weather the boy’s clinging to you like a koala.

Stealing kisses from each other while on patrol and sparring becomes a regular thing. It gets to a point where your friends/teammates learn to give a warning before they enter a room with the two of you in it, especially when you two began to take things a little further.

When you both have free time you’ll cuddle up in his room and read comic books together quietly. You two don’t talk, you don’t need to, just being in each other’s company was enough.

You are a nerd through and through. Sometimes when you and Mark hang out together you’ll go on science rants and geek out over a recent paper that was published. He never seems to mind though, you’ve even caught him staring at you with an adorably dopey look on his face as he listened to one of your rants

You cut your tangent off and looked at Mark guiltily. “Sorry, didn’t mean to…” You trailed off when you saw the look on his face.

He had his chin propped up by his palm, and he was watching you with a soft look in his eyes and an even softer smile on his face. When he realized you were actually looking at him, he blinked and quickly shook his head. "No no, don't apologize." His cheeks turned a light pink and he scratched the back of his head. "I like listening to you."

You awkwardly tap your fingers against the table. "Yeah?"

He shrugged as if it was the most simplest thing in the world. "Yeah, it's cute."

You look away, if you could blush would probably be pink like him. “I guess it’s fair considered how many Seance Dog tangents I’ve had to sit through.”

“Hey!”

You totally think he’s cute when he goes on his own tangents, don’t lie.

Of course, this means study dates with the classic kiss every time a question was answered correctly. Given your high intelligence and the motivation of getting to kiss you, Mark’s grades improve and Debbie loves you for it.

Speaking of which, when it’s time to meet the parents you charm and are charmed by your boyfriend’s mom. You think of her as a pillar of strength for being a wife and mother to heroes, she thinks you’re good for Mark because you keep him grounded inside and outside of hero life. Nolan was perfectly polite, asking all the right questions a parent should ask their kid’s partner; but you got the sense that he didn't approve of your relationship with Mark. It wasn’t until after his murder of the the Guardians of The Globe and using Mark to massacre Chicago.

As you sat beside his hospital bed, you thought back to the moment he left you and Will in the Burger Mart parking lot. I should have done more to keep him there, I should have ignored Cecil and gone to Chicago and helped…

Shouldn’ts went going to help you now. Your thoughts turned angry as you looked at Mark’s broken body. Omni-Man wanted to use the sweet boy you loved as a weapon. Next time you would be ready, next time you would defend Mark to your last breath.

Later, when you two had a moments alone, you just held each other in his bed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

You felt his hold on you tighten. “I’m glad you weren’t,” you could feel him begin to shake. “God, if he had killed you- I need you to promise me if he comes back you’ll run.”

You pulled away just enough you were looking him in the eye. “I am not going to leave you! If he comes back we face him or anything else together!”

“I can’t lose you!”

“And I can’t lose you! So fuck running away, fuck you, we’re stronger together!”

“Why are you so stubborn?!”

“Because my boyfriend almost died and he’s asking me to abandon him if he’s ever in that situation again!” Your voice cracked, and this time you tightened your grip on him. “Never ask me to abandon you ever, please.”

The two of you stared at each other silently for a while before Mark sighed, letting his forehead fall against yours. “Okay.”

You let your eyes closed and pressed your palm against his beating heart.

He was here, broken but alive.

You were together.

Things were going to be okay.

“Okay.”

[killerlookz]

guyssss💔💔💔 i thought we were over caring about rpf. atp people are seeking it out to find something to be upset about bc just about every joost writer in know does not put their fics in the main joost tag.

me personallyy i don’t even have my joost masterlist easily linked on my blog like. you have to LOOK to find my fics 😔 save yourself the hassle and just don’t interact with those blogs if that’s not what you like. especially if you’re underage. we all have mdni/18+ on our blogs so i mean it’s really just that easy.

it’s not your job to morally police the internet. especially on behalf of someone you don’t know, and you personally don’t know their stance on. i get a lot of people are parasocial w joost but uhh he’s not your friend. you don’t know him. just because you don’t like something doesn’t mean he also wouldn’t like it.

i understand if you’re young and uncomfortable with people writing smut about someone you look up to. but again if you’re underage you shouldn’t even be on those blogs to begin with. it’s okay to be uncomfortable with rpf, but going after people just because you disagree with them on something that is practically a non issue … is doing wayyy too much.

even if the limiting of accounts is due to tumblr settings there is someone on here who has made it very clear that they are reporting rpf blogs so…

anyways block button i love you…. blocking tags i love you.

for those unsure of how to block tags: here’s an easy guide. and while you’re thinking about it now, go ahead and block “rpf” , “joost klein rpf” , and “joost klein x reader” and boom you’ll never have to see it. it really is that easy.