#just like. all of you get right over here at the same spot so i can shoot you all thank you
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a-mint-bear · 3 days ago
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Comfort Object
Male Yandere x Reader
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You see a really weird "job" post online, and the money seems too good to be true. But you aren't really in a position where you can turn it down...
You hope it doesn't get weird.
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It was a very… concerning “job” posting.
But desperate times, and all that. 
It had shown up about a week ago, and it wasn’t hard to see why no one had taken the poster up on it as of yet. 
Bedmate Needed
● 11 pm to 6 am
● $25/hour up front
● Riverside Motel
● Room 44
● Not a sex thing
The last note seemed tacked on in a later edit, but it was still… not great.
You’d have to be either a gullible idiot or a desperate one to go for a job like this. Unfortunately, you were the latter. Very much so.
You couldn’t take another night on the street. It was getting so cold out. The promise of a warm bed was almost enough to lure you in on its own. But the money… 175 bucks just to sleep in the same bed as some internet creep?
Despite the clarification in the post, this had to be a sex thing, right?
You hadn’t gone that far, despite everything. It’s not like you hadn’t considered it… but the thought was too terrifying. Making yourself completely vulnerable to a stranger that could just decide you were less than a person and do whatever they wanted to you? You had to draw the line somewhere.
But at this point, you weren’t sure that there was a line you weren’t willing to cross anymore. 
. . .
The Motel wasn’t the seediest you’d ever seen around town but it wasn’t a place you would’ve voluntarily stayed at even two months ago. Back when you had options. 
Creepy post guy opened the door after a couple of knocks, with an awkward, pregnant pause between them. He wasn’t quite what you expected for an internet creep, but he was still a sight to see.
Really bad posture and dark, greasy-looking hair, with the darkest circles under his eyes you’d ever seen. He looked like he was about to pass out at any second, but he held it together long enough to gesture you into the room. 
“Hey…” His voice was low but he sounded nervous. And so, so tired. “You’re… You’re a little early. That’s…that’s fine. Uh, come in.”
You felt his eyes on you as you passed him, and it didn’t help your anxiousness. Not one bit. 
“Hey so, I-I really…I uh, need a shower.” He stumbled over his words with a breathy, nervous laugh. “Unless you wanna sleep next to a… fuckin’ sweaty mess all night. Do you wanna go first or…?”
You must’ve looked nervous because his eyes went wider, digging into his pocket.
“I wasn’t tryin’ to… Oh, uh…here.” He nodded, pressing the money into your hand. “Up front, just… just like I said. You just…just seemed like you maybe sorta needed one too.”
Some part of you must’ve still had an ounce of pride left because your whole body felt on fire with shame, embarrassment so consuming that you froze up. It had been a couple of days…
He just looked away, seeming like he was embarrassed himself. 
“I w-wasn’t gonna like… try to join you or peep on you or nothin’!” He tried to assure you, eyes darting in a panic and talking a bit too fast. “If I, like, go first? I won’t get mad if you change your mind and leave… I get it. I’m not gonna like… go after you or call the cops or nothin’ like that. I just…”
He stared at the floor, nails digging into his arm as he seemed like he was having trouble breathing.
“I really… I really need this.” He was so quiet, but his voice was so desperate.
You couldn’t really be considering this, could you?
He seemed more like a weird, awkward, sad guy than a real danger or some kind of pervert.
And you really did need a hot shower. 
It seemed like a safer bet to have him go first, if you were really going through with this. And it would give you a chance to look around the room for a spot to tuck away your pocket knife, just in case.
When he was in the shower, you did just that. The spot between the mattress and bed frame would be easy to grab at if things got hinky.
If things got all touchy-feely, as you suspected they would, him finding that on you or leaving it in your pocket when your clothes got tossed wherever would be really inconvenient. 
Steam rolled out of the bathroom when he stepped out, shirtless but with sweatpants and a towel around his neck. He was thin, almost alarmingly so, but you could still see muscle, enough to pose a problem should he decide to overpower you.
This was your last chance to back out, before you’d be vulnerable to this odd stranger.
But even if you left, the money wouldn’t last long, and it’s not like you had any other options. 
You were so grateful that the motel tub wasn’t disgusting, but you would’ve gotten clean regardless. Two days worth of sweat and funk was washed away and it felt so heavenly… But it was hard to relax when you were trying to stay hyper alert of any noise that could be that man trying to get in or even eavesdrop.
But…
Nothing. 
You finished your shower and brushed your teeth, doing everything you could to feel clean that a motel bathroom could provide. And there was no sign of the guy. 
But you had to go back out there eventually. You supposed you could lock yourself in here and get a full night’s sleep indoors, even if it was on the floor of a motel bathroom with your back against the door, but part of you just said “fuck it” and warily peeked around the doorway into the bedroom.
The lights in the room were dim, but warm. He was sitting on the end of the bed, one knee tucked into his chest, staring at the tv as the bright colors of a nightly talk show reflected in his eyes, but something told you he wasn’t really watching. His eyes met yours and you froze.
“It’s almost eleven…” He mumbled, his head resting awkwardly on his shoulder. His hand ghosted over the spot on the bed next to him. “… Will... will you stay?”
So many thoughts raced through your head. What would happen if you laid down beside him? You could probably deal with sex… even if it felt a bit wrong. But if he wanted to hurt you?
Your brain reminded you:
What do you really have to lose?
When you told him you would stay, sitting next to him, you could see him relax. Just a bit.
“If you still want to leave-”
But you cut him off, almost afraid he would talk you out of it after you’d made up your mind.
Avoiding his stare, you told him you had nowhere to go.
The bed was cold, it might take a bit to warm up with the two of you in it, but it was the least of your concerns at that moment. 
“So it’s...” He’d spoken up so suddenly, you hoped he didn’t see you flinch. He was staring at the ceiling, seeming just a tiny bit calmer. “... it’s fine if you just… lay there or h-hold onto me, or play on your phone or whatever, anything is fine. Just… just don’t leave ‘til mornin’. Okay?”
A worrying pause, but you told him you understood.
And that was that. He laid next to you unmoving for almost an hour before you had the nerve to move at all, shifting slowly to your side to face him.
His eyes were shut, his breathing even, but somehow you knew he was still awake. It was like he was trying to sleep but it just wasn’t coming to him. He looked so worn down, like he could just keel over any second. It definitely made him less intimidating, but you weren’t letting your guard down, no matter how much your body was screaming at you to just let go.
Despite your better judgement, you wondered if he really was being genuine about this not being a sex thing. It was a relief, sure, but it just raised more questions.
Why were you here?
. . .
You’d stopped looking at the bedside clock a while ago. It had to have been hours by then.
Your anxiety and dread somehow felt quieter under the lull of impending sleep. Despite everything, your body was at least grateful for a warm bed and hot shower, and if you didn’t sleep there now, you didn’t know when you’d be able to sleep somewhere warm any time soon. 
Every moment that ticked by, you felt your resolve slipping. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, just to let go… This whole situation was weird, but you just wanted to sleep.
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He hoped against everything that he would just fall asleep.
Just this once, he didn’t want to have to follow through with it. But he was so damn tired. There was this ache behind his eyes that he could feel in his bones, his mind never stopped racing… 
He could feel your body heat in the bed next to him. You had either been very scared or very considerate, you’d only moved once since you laid down with him. 
He hated that he had to do this. He felt sorry for you, he really did. But it was drowned out by the buzzing in the back of his brain. The constant whispers in his ear. 
There had been so many before now, it was a miracle he hadn’t gotten caught. But this was a huge, dangerous city. Everyone in it was just a blip to anyone paying attention. 
He could feel their skin under his palms buzzing at the back of his brain. How their eyes stared into his, burning with betrayal, fear, helplessness. How he saw them fade away.
How it was the only thing that worked to let him finally sleep. The only thing that quieted the whispers, at least for a little bit. 
Some booked it after getting the money. Some just showed up and straight-up robbed him. Some tried to leave in the middle of the night, thinking he was asleep. But if they stayed and fell asleep, that was that.
He told himself that he gave them all a chance. 
If you managed to stay up all night, you’d be safe. But he really needed this… It was already day three, and he’d never made it past day five without completely losing it. Trying to fight this, it was too hard. The longer he stayed awake, trying to avoid what had to happen, the worse he felt. The louder the voice got. The deeper the ache in his bones. But the more often he did it, the easier it got. And that was worse in a different way. 
It was wrong. He wasn’t so deep in it that he couldn’t see that. The morning after, he always hated himself and what he did. 
But as the days went on, it would all creep back in. And doing it again felt less and less horrifying to him. 
You were scared. He could tell. And you had every reason to be, he told himself. But it just meant it would take you longer to fall asleep. 
He could wait all night. And if you made it the full seven hours, you weren’t what he needed. You’d be free from him, from this. Hopefully you wouldn’t come back, no matter how badly you needed the money.
He wondered what you meant by having nowhere to go.
But he tried not to wonder too much. It would make this harder. 
He could hear your breathing getting slower, your body relaxing into the bed. You wouldn’t last much longer. 
His eyes shot open when he felt you suddenly touch him, tucking your forehead into his shoulder. You weren’t quite asleep, a cuddler? He almost laughed to himself when half-asleep you looked a bit frustrated, like it wasn’t enough.
You muttered something about being cold, lazily scooting your body closer to him up the bed. He felt his breath catch when suddenly, his head was pulled to you, tucked into your chest as your arm circled him. He was suddenly the little spoon, but facing you. He could hear your heartbeat. 
He wanted to say something, wake you up or wriggle free to make what he had to do easier on you when you fell asleep. He felt a hand in his hair, playing with it and idle gentle nails on his scalp. 
It was… nice. Everything felt calm, the buzzing and horrible thoughts were still there but they were being drowned out by the warmth of your skin, the thump of your heart in his ear.
You were mumbling something. He held his breath, trying to hear.
You told him, or whoever you were dreaming about, maybe even no one at all, that he was okay. That he was safe. 
He couldn’t keep his eyes open. Something was different this time. He felt all his control slipping away, and for once, he wasn’t scared. 
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You woke to a sunbeam across your face, and the strange man in your arms, sound asleep. According to your phone, it was 10 am. You were grateful for the extra hours in a warm bed, but would he be mad? Did he have somewhere to be?
You couldn’t remember anything past drifting off next to him, but the two of you were tangled together, he seemed so comfortable.
Now that it was over, and your anxieties were much quieter, you really got a good look at the guy. He wasn’t… unattractive, you supposed. He was all elbows and ribs but laying against your chest made him look so soft and harmless. 
Wasn’t the worst way you’d ever made 175 bucks.
You wondered if he’d shell out the extra 100, or if that would be pushing your luck. 
Either way, it would be best to wake him up.
Gently scratching at his scalp, you told him it was getting late.
You watched as his eyes struggled to open, and for a few calm moments, he just laid against you. After a beat, he gasped and jolted up, head swiveling around the room in a panic.
“I…” He seemed really out of it, almost scared. “I actually…”
He stared at you, eyes wide. You told him it was ten in the morning, hoping everything was okay and if it wasn’t, that he wouldn’t take it out on you.
He grabbed you by the shoulders, and for a moment you were sure something bad was going to happen, but somehow, it was even worse.
He was crying.
Breaking down, sobbing hard as he just kept staring at you. Even with the odd night you’d just had, this was somehow the weirdest part. 
Despite yourself, you asked him if he was okay. He pulled himself together and you were startled again when he touched your face, his thumb gently grazing your cheek. It was tender and sweet, and it was freaking you out a little. Just a tad. 
“You… It was you…”
All you could think to ask was if you should get going, maybe trying to make it seem like you had someplace to be, or were at least trying to be considerate of his time. But it didn’t seem like he was taking the hint. 
He grabbed your hands in his, the sudden contact made you jump. He pulled them to his chest, he was too close. The way he was looking at you…
“Can we… Can we do this again? Like tonight? Please?” He was practically begging, the look in his eyes changing. That nervous, achingly tired gaze was hopeful. And so warm.
“You can have the room, if that’s what you need!” he offered, maybe somehow having picked up on your current situation. “I can pay more too. Just p-please…”
He held your palm to his cheek, staring up at you.
“I need you.”
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a bit of a different one from me, but i kind of liked how it turned out
that feeling when your new yandere was totally gonna off you but you were just too comfy
he's never gonna let you go. you're the only thing keepin him from killing again, ya know?
i don't have a ton of yanderes that actually kill, as odd as that seems. but this guy is one of them
he's not supposed to be a huge commentary on any particular mental health conditions, i did a bit of "research" into psychosis induced insomnia (using that term VERY loosely), but like does he hear voices because he can't sleep, or can he not sleep because he hears voices? who can say? certainly not I, the dummy who made him
i wrote this one pretty much right after my last big deadline ended, but it got reworked a bit cause it just needed some tweaks:
the yandere started out as tired but crass, kind of a dick, and when he switched after that good night's sleep it felt off. It felt more interesting if he was a bit pathetic and creepy, it felt like less of a red flag for the reader to stick around
the reader was originally going to be a straight up s*x worker that got hired by the yandere for him to kill, but it didn't really feel like my place to make that commentary on violence against s*x workers or to more or less soften it with a yandere love interest. it just didn't feel right for something so unserious
but ive been having horrible writer's block lately, so i thought i'd finally put this one out. i need to read/play some yandere stuff and get inspired. let me know if you have any recommendations y'all ✌️
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bows4tyun · 3 days ago
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PASSIONS - ! ⸝⸝ 최수빈 & 최범규
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۶ৎ: "c'mon sweetie, tell us what you want." beomgyu's voice dripped with lechery as he spoke with a sexy tone. both of them looked down at you menacingly, waiting for you to speak. "we don't have all day"
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⌗ pairing! - band member!soobin x fem!reader x band member!beomgyu
⌗ warnings! - smut, softdom!soobin, meandom!beomgyu, sub!reader, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (both m. receiving), no mxm, big dick soogyu, degrading, voyeurism, teasing, vaginal fingering, choking, ass smacking, cum restriction, breast worship, nipple play, soogyu call reader sweetie, baby, good girl, and whore
⌗ lexi adds! - this one made me... feel something. I'd be the same as reader if I was in this situation :3 also ty to anon for sending this yummy request!! also might be inaccurate cos I've never been to an actual band concert ;( not proofread!
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your favourite band was coming to town, how could you not go?
so here you were, amidst the crowd of eager fans in the front row waiting for the members to come out and begin the concert. music videos of the band display on the big screens as the fans sing along to the songs.
once the last music video ends, it's silence. and suddenly, the lights go dark, signalling that the concert was beginning. roars and shouts began to join together as the members walked on stage, looking better than ever as the bright lights focused on their forms, positioning themselves in front of their designated instuments and microphones.
you looked at them in awe, taking your time to admire each member.
yeonjun, a confident guy who was also the main singer began to sing their newest song while the other vocalist stood beside him. taehyun sang with yeonjun, their voices harmonizing with such beauty that you and the crowd couldn't help but cheer for them. behind them was kai on the drums, his amazing drumming skills working amazingly with power and rhythm.
when you turned to taehyun's right, you saw soobin, a tall guy towering over his keyboard, his eyes focusing on each of the notes played.
finally, your gaze reaches beomgyu, who was right beside soobin. your eyes widened as you realized that beomgyu was a looking straight at you, a smirk adorning his face as his fingers worked on the strings of his bass guitar. he elbowed soobin gently and nodded toward you for soobin to look. you watched as his eyes searched for you, the person who beomgyu already had eyes on.
you made eye contact with him, smiling eagerly at the fact that two of the band members were gazing at you. they smile back and you wave your glow stick with power that had been given to you by the other fans before everyone was inside the venue.
beomgyu doesn't hesitate to laugh at how excited you were. finding it cute that you were acting like that just for them. you felt like your heart could just melt on the spot.
It went on like this throughout out the concert. of course, you had interactions with the other three members; a high five from yeonjun, a wave from taehyun, and a wink from kai, but soobin and beomgyu gave you the most attention.
you knew that getting the expensive front row tickets was worth it at this point. you were having the time of your life right now.
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then the concert came to an end. fans flooded the exits of the venue, buying merch and grabbing extra banners to keep as memories.
you followed behind the big crowd, about to walk through the doors of the venue when you hear a slightly muffled "excuse me" from behind you. when you turn around you realize you were stopped by a staff member.
you thought you were in some kind of trouble but what could have you done wrong? certainly nothing, right? "um... is there something wrong?" you stammered on your words as you spoke, a bit anxious for their response.
"come with me" the staff spoke with such bluntness, saying no more but turning around and starting to walk. hesitantly, you follow behind, your mind full of scepticism as they lead you to a part of venue you had never been to before.
finally, you reach a door, the room is labelled as "green room"
and then it hit you, this was where the group waited before going on stage. why were you being taken here? "uh- I don't have the vip ticket..." the staff leaves your words unanswered and opens the door, holding it and waiting for you to enter. you quickly do, not wanting to leave the staff waiting. "is there some kind of mistake?"
you couldn't see the staff's face, half of it covered by a white mask but you could tell they were getting tired of you, "do you want to see the members or not?"
"I'm seeing the members?" your eyes widened in surprise from the staff's words, completely bewildered.
before you could look at the staff member again, they left the room, leaving you to figure it out yourself. so you stood there, gripping your purse nervously as you await for the members of your favourite band to appear. you were so tense at this point, overthinking everything. thinking of what to say to them, how to act, and if you looked good right then and there.
before you could even check yourself in a mirror, the members came out, but only two; soobin and beomgyu.
they smirked when they saw how still you stood from shock. beomgyu chuckled softly, "what are you? some kind of statue?" his tone was joking yet sweet, just how you had imagined it. this felt like a dream. everything felt so surreal you wondered if you were even alive.
"uh no-" you stuttered and quickly fixed your stance.
"you're cute" soobin said, his hands leaving from his pockets as he crossed his arms over his chest. they both looked so menacing in front of you, they were even better looking up close.
they started walking closer and you didn't know what to do. your thoughts were running through your head like a bullet train and you felt the heat of their bodies radiate off of them ever so slightly when they were close enough.
beomgyu ran a finger softly across your jawline and cheek and suddenly, heat ran up to your face, your cheeks immediately turning to a pink hue, spreading like blush. of course, this was a normal reaction when your celebrity crush was this close to you and even caressing your face.
"when I saw you in the crowd... " he began, his tone in a low and soft growl "i couldn't help but think of how hot you were." you blush even harder than before at his words. you couldn't believe it. dressing to impress was definitely the way to go for the concert and it was paying off. you look at his face, only to see his eyes glued onto your slight anxious look on your face, a smirk running along his face as his eyes deepen into yours, creating some kind of romantic feel in the air.
"do you want to do us a favor? " soobin asked, his voice less menacing than beomgyu's. you nod your head, causing both of them to grin. "good, tell us what you want from us."
"what I want..? " you repeat his question, a bit confused of what he was implying.
"okay, let's make this easier for you to understand." soobin gripped your shoulders and pushed you down, making you get on your knees in front of them. you could feel your body heating up as you tried not to gaze at the bulges in their pants.
"c'mon sweetie, tell us what you want." beomgyu's voice dripped with lechery as he spoke with a sexy tone. both of them looked down at you menacingly, waiting for you to speak. "we don't have all day"
"I-I don't know..." you stammered over your words, the scene getting overwhelming.
"then we'll just have to ask you, don't we?" beomgyu put his hands in the pockets of his jeans while soobin moved a hand to softly rub your hair affectionately. "do you want our dicks?" he spat out with no filter and soobin chuckled under his breath when he saw the way your eyes widened.
"don't ask her, just give it to her." soobin said, leading both of them to unzip and unbutton their pants. you moved your gaze to the floor, not wanting to look like a pervert.
"hey, look up." beomgyu commanded , gripping your chin with his thumb and pointer finger to make you look up, their dicks both hard and hanging right in front of your face. they each griped their base with one hand.
"oldest goes first, hm?" soobin said, pushing beomgyu to the side softly before gripping your head. you looked at the monster that they expected to fit in your mouth: a long and girthy cock, his tip a pulsing sweet pink, veins running along the length with big and heavy balls. just looking at it alone made your throat want to close up.
soobin looked down at you with soft and gentle eyes, making you calm down a bit. he caressed your head again, fond of your pretty features. "you're so pretty," he said, admiring the scene for a few more seconds "just signal me when you can't take it anymore, okay?" his words of reassurance made you nod, a small smile adorning his face and he placed his satiny tip against your pursed lips. when you felt comfortable enough, your parted them, his dick making it's way into your mouth slowly.
soobin couldn't help but groan at the feeling of your mouth enveloping him with so much warmth. "just like that..." he mumbled under his breath, his eyes closed shut as he enjoyed the moment.
he thrusted into your mouth, making sure to not hurt you or go to hard, just the right speed, allowing both you and him to enjoy it.
when soobin spoke, his tone was of embarrassment "fuck, I'm gonna cum already... you're gonna swallow like a good girl, right baby?" you nodded a bit to eagerly at his words, sucking even harder than before, causing him to hiss. "take it, baby..." his cum shot into your throat and your felt him pull out with a pop. your mouth felt so full and sticky but you swallow, opening your mouth to show him. "such a good girl..."
suddenly beomgyu cuts into the moment "get over here." he said as he signalled toward the gray couch that decorated the minimalistic room. soobin helped you off your knees and you both walked toward him. you sat down next to beomgyu and he began taking your top off, catching you off guard. he smirks at your expression "what? thought you'd only be here to suck dick? you're in for a ride."
he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor and leaving you in only your bra and skirt. his actions followed with him ripping off the other pieces of clothing from your body and having them all in a built up pile.
and that was when they began staring in admiration, taking in every inch of your body. "fuck, you're beautiful..." soobin said, moving his hand up your waist to cup one of your breasts, sitting on the opposite side of you, allowing beomgyu to do the same.
both of them rubbed their thumbs over your hardening nipples, the touch on your sensitive skin, causing you to whimper.
"what? do you like this?" beomgyu asked a bit harshly, moving his finger away to lean down and place his lips tightly around your bud, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.
sounds of ecstasy rolled off your tongue when you feel both of them sucking on each of your nipples, the lewd scene seeming so vulgar and full of lust.
beomgyu's hand discreetly slid down your body, feeling each of the curves and dips of your form before reaching your embarrassingly wet folds, the amount of slick enough to wet the couch. he ran his lanky and long fingers along them, the wetness coating with digits with ease from how wet you were.
his lips left your nipple, the cold breeze hitting your nipple like an iceberg as you shivered. your eyes screwed shut once he rammed two of his fingers inside your hole, the stretch a bit painful from how long you had anything inside you. you could just hear and imagine the look on beomgyu's face as he chuckled ominously at the way your face contorted with pleasure as his fingers pumped in and out of you aggressively. only the wet sounds of the fingering and the somewhat loud noises that escaped past your lips were audible.
"fuck, you like being pleasured by two men don't you? such an attention whore..." beomgyu stated, his other hand creeping up from your breast and to your neck, he didn't apply any pressure but the threat still lingered in the air. "hyung, get your phone, would you?"
soobin detached his lips from your chest and went to another room for his phone. beomgyu smirked at the opportunity he had here. he picked you up with ease and placed your over the armrest of the couch, your back arched as your hands gripped the armrest. a shaky breath left your mouth and you felt the tip of beomgyu's cock prod against the rim of your hole, drawing a circle around it repeatedly.
you parted your lips to say something but the only thing that escaped were whines. beomgyu leaned in next to your ear, his breathing warm against your neck and earlobe. "you're whining?" he questioned, his tone sinister and dangerous as he spoke. "why are you instead of telling me what you want, hm?" his hand reached your throat once more, applying the pressure that he hadn't applied last time. "say what you, beg for it like a whore."
when you spoke, you had sounded this desperate and needy ever if your life. "need y-your dick... pleasure beomgyu..."
another low chuckle came from beomgyu, his words and questions never failing to leave you wanting more. "hm? need this fat cock inside of you?" you nod a bit more eagerly than needed and yelp when a his other hand is brought down hard to your ass unexpectedly. "I don't that's enough begging, is it? doesn't seem like you'll be having dick anytime soon"
tears began to adorn the rims of your eyes, threatening to fall from your lashes as you begged even harder, "please! p-put it inside of me! even if it's just the tip...!" your voice was failing to keep the tears a secret which only turned beomgyu on even more.
his eyes seemed to have soften for a while, but just how quickly they softened, they turned and went back to the fierce look of lust "that's more like it baby..." you shriek when he smacks your ass again and lets only his fat bulbous tip push inside of your awaiting hole, the stretch so good your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head and your breath quiver.
soobin came back into the room, one hand holding his phone while the other still held a grip at the base of his cock, his fingers able to wrap around it with ease unlike your mouth. he rolled his eyes at beomgyu already having his turn with you, "you really can't play fair in anything can you? I wasn't finished. "
"don't worry, she's not even getting dick yet... I'm just waiting until she snaps." and with that, he slid his tip out of you, leaving your hoke to be clenching around nothing.
desperate and pathetic, you whine again, the tears finally falling down your face. "put it back in-!" you cry out, moving your hand behind you to possibly put his dick inside you yourself. beomgyu sees this, quickly gripping your wrist with such force you swear it could've stopped your blood circulation.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" the sterness in his voice didn't fail to scare you, your arm weak against his as you give up trying to get what you want. "that's not how things are given." he throws your hand back onto the arm rest where it was. "hyung, get a picture of her face, I bet she looks pathetic as hell right now, just like a whore would be."
soobin nods and moves in front of you, panning the phone down to an angle where your whole face was visible through the camera app. he was taking the picture with one hand, the other jerked himself off. he spoke to you softly unlike beomgyu, "chin up baby, let me see your pretty face. he's not hurting you, right?"
you shake your head, letting him capture your vulnerable form displayed before them. just as he took the pictures, you feel beomgyu's dick surge into you and thrust relentlessly causing you to yelp and cry out, "t-too fast!"
soobin smiled and placed his dick against your lips again, prodding them open. you look at him, your eyes shimmering from the tears you had shed and he nodded, leading you take in his cock once more as you moaned and whimpered from the speed beomgyu was going.
beomgyu smacked your ass again, causing you to lunge forward and choke on soobin's dick, taking it in deeper than you had the previous time. your muffled moans not reaching their ears from how soobin's dick muted you.
"f-fuck... beomgyu let me have my turn. oh shit-" soobin huffed out, knowing that his climax was close. but beomgyu was still thrusting into you, in a completely different world, eyes closed as he continued to pound into you.
he pulled out of your mouth abruptly, a string of saliva stretching and snapping as he made his way behind you. he pushed beomgyu aside, the feeling of both of your holes being empty making you whine once more.
beomgyu lets out a long annoyed sigh, not liking how you were acting like a brat. he moved in front of you where soobin had been, lifting your chin harshly and looking at the pouty look on your face, finding it cute yet frustrating at the same time. "one second without dick and you're already starting to whine. you're lucky you're getting two instead of one" he grabs his dick and signals you to suck. slowly but surely, you tongue wraps and swirls around the tip of his dick; its smaller than soobin's, but it was super thick, the girth left you in shock.
beomgyu threw his head back as his adam's apple bobbed up and down from his heavy pleasured breaths. and again, you're surprised when soobin slams into you from behind, his dick reaching even deeper than beomgyu's.
soobin groaned behind you, gripping your hips as he thrusted in and out, "I wasn't going to let beomgyu have this all to himself... tell me if it hurts, okay pretty?" his reassuring words cause you to nod while sucking beomgyu off, small kitten licks given to the slit of his tip before beomgyu gripped the back of your head and pushed you down, forcing you to take him down your throat.
his fingers wrap around your hair and grip it tight and he guides your head along his shaft, pleasuring himself to the max as you tightened your cheeks. "oh fuck, of course a whore like you has experience with sucking dick, hm? fucking take it...!" without warning, his cum shoots down your throat just like soobin's had.
your moans and whimpers continue as you swallow and soobin fucks into you harder in order to chase his climax. the wet lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed in the room along with their heavy breathing and your moaning. the tickle of his balls hitting your clit made you shudder and twitch.
"hmph! I'm cumming...!" you cried out, gripping the couches arm rest as if your life depended on her it.
"oh no you don't" beomgyu spoke sternly as he stared into your eyes, "brats like you don't cum until he cums."
you trembled as you tried to hold in your cum, feeling as if you'd pop like a balloon. A flash from the camera shot in your face, another picture captured for memories. each thrust of soobin's had you so close to cumming just by the way his dick pressed and kissed your cervix, sending you into a spiral of pleasure.
finally, you heard as his breath grew heavier and quicker, a signal of his incoming climax. he hissed as he pressed his hips against yours and he completely buried himself inside of you before his cum shot out. you cum right after him, listening to beomgyu's words and cumming all over his cock.
"that's it baby... you did so well for us... " he leaned in forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. soobin pulled out, taken a picture of the way your mixed cum spilled out of your hole and onto the couch.
beomgyu tilted your head upwards, his lips finding their way to yours as he kissed you with a bit of pressure.
both of them put their dicks back into their pants, zipping up and standing in front of you. soobin patted your butt lightly telling you to "get dressed". they kept the same smirk on their faces as they watched you pick up your clothes piece by piece. soobin spoke in a proud tone, "I guess we picked the right person to come backstage." his statement caused beomgyu to laugh with pride before speaking.
"I hope you enjoyed your vip experience, this won't be the last time."
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00valentina-writes00 · 20 hours ago
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hi! I really love your writing, especially the Sevika ones. Do you mind writing a part 2 to the Accidental Death Wish story? thank you so much!
(I’ve never done this before so I hope I did it right)
✞⛧ Accidental death wish (part two)✞⛧
(Link to part one)
Warnings: Social awkwardness that might make your skin crawl, sevika is sevika, highschool au sevika
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The next few days were a blur of self-inflicted embarrassment and a growing sense of dread. You were pretty sure the entire school knew about the “incident” with Sevika—her friends had made sure of that. You could hear their snickers whenever you walked by, and the way some people would glance at you, whispering behind their hands, made you feel like an alien in your own school. Every time you walked past her, Sevika’s piercing gaze would catch yours, sharp and unforgiving, and you’d instinctively shrink under the weight of it. You had never felt so small.
But the real problem was lunch. Or, more specifically, the fact that you had agreed to buy Sevika lunch for the next month. Your stomach churned at the thought of it, but what choice did you have? She had made it clear from the start that there was no escaping the deal, and when she said she had “eyes everywhere,” you believed her. You could barely hold eye contact with her during the brief moments you passed in the hallway, let alone stand up to her.
So here you were again, tray in hand, walking into the cafeteria. The lunchroom had a different atmosphere now. The chatter was louder, the whispers sharper, and every now and then, you’d hear a snicker from the corner of the room. The weight of the situation was getting to you, but what else could you do? There was no way you could back out now.
Your eyes scanned the room for Sevika, and you spotted her right away. She was sitting at her usual table, her back to you, flanked by her friends. They were all laughing about something, and Sevika was leaning back in her chair, hands behind her head as she casually surveyed the room. Despite the casualness of her posture, there was something intimidating about her presence. Even from across the cafeteria, you could feel the weight of her stare, like a pressure that made the air thick.
Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to the table, every step feeling like it took a year. When you got closer, Sevika turned her head and looked at you with that same calculating gaze, her lips curling into a smirk. You tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the sight, but it was hard to. She had that effect on you.
“You’re late,” Sevika said, her voice low and a little teasing. She didn’t look at you directly but seemed to be inspecting her nails, as though you weren’t worth her full attention.
“Sorry,” you muttered, setting the tray down in front of her. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. “I had to wait in line.”
“Uh-huh,” she replied, giving you a dismissive wave. “Whatever. I’m hungry, so hurry up. You know the deal.”
You nodded quickly and sat down across from her, trying to keep your focus on the food in front of you. But the tension in the air made it almost impossible to eat. Sevika wasn’t the type to let things go easily, and you could feel her eyes on you, even if you refused to look up.
The silence between you stretched, thick and awkward, and just when you thought you might suffocate from it, Sevika finally spoke.
“You’re not getting off that easy, you know,” she said, her voice casual, but there was an edge to it. “A month’s a long time, and I don’t want you thinking you can just slide by and forget. You’re gonna make up for that mess you made—big time.”
You swallowed hard, trying to push down the nervous lump in your throat. “I know,” you replied softly. “I—I’m just… not used to this.”
Sevika raised an eyebrow, a half smile playing on her lips. “Used to what? Being a doormat?” she asked, her tone teasing but with a bite of something else. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who tries to avoid trouble.”
“I just… keep to myself,” you muttered, your gaze fixed on your tray. “I don’t like drawing attention.”
Sevika leaned forward slightly, her smirk turning into something a little more dangerous. “You’re already drawing attention, sweetheart,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “What makes you think you can hide? You’ve got a target on your back now.”
You flinched at the words, the reality of your situation sinking in. There was no going back now. Sevika was right. You couldn’t avoid her, and you couldn’t avoid the eyes that were on you. It was as if you were a piece on her chessboard, and she was deciding when to move you, how far, and whether or not you’d even have a say in the matter.
The tension in the air was palpable, and for a moment, it felt like the whole cafeteria was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. You felt exposed, vulnerable under Sevika’s unwavering gaze.
“Look,” she continued, her voice softening ever so slightly. “I don’t actually mind you. You’re… interesting. A little quiet, but not bad.”
You blinked, surprised by the shift in her tone. Sevika wasn’t known for being warm or considerate. She was tough, unyielding. People were scared of her, and for good reason. Her reputation was built on intimidation, on strength, and on always being the one in control. So hearing her speak so casually, almost… gently, caught you off guard.
“Thanks?” you said, unsure of how to respond. Your mind was spinning, trying to make sense of what was happening. One moment she was threatening you with the wrath of a hungry lion, and the next, she was acting almost… normal?
Sevika just shrugged, clearly not expecting a big reaction. “Whatever,” she said nonchalantly, grabbing a fry off her tray and popping it in her mouth. “I’m not gonna bite your head off or anything. Just don’t forget who’s got the upper hand here.”
You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to say anything else. The last thing you wanted was to piss her off again.
The next few days went by in a blur of awkwardness, as you tried your best to follow through on your promise to buy Sevika lunch without causing more problems. The cafeteria became a minefield you had to navigate carefully, each step and every interaction with Sevika feeling like it might be your last. You never knew when she’d decide to push you too far, and yet, as the days wore on, something strange began to happen.
Sevika’s presence, once terrifying and overpowering, became… a little more familiar. Sure, she still had that tough exterior and the ability to make anyone within a ten-foot radius feel like they were walking on eggshells, but there were moments, fleeting moments, when she’d look at you and her expression would soften—just a fraction, but enough for you to notice.
One day, after you had dropped off her lunch at the table, she surprised you by speaking to you outside the cafeteria, away from the eyes of her friends.
“You’re doing better,” Sevika remarked casually, leaning against the lockers. “I expected you to screw it up by now. But you’re still here, still bringing me lunch every day.”
You glanced up at her, unsure of how to respond to the compliment. Was it a compliment? Or was she just mocking you? “I don’t want to make things worse,” you admitted quietly.
Sevika’s gaze softened, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of something beneath her tough exterior “It’s not about making things worse,” she said, her voice quieter now. “It’s about knowing when to keep your head down and when to stand your ground.”
You met her eyes then, and for the first time, you felt like you understood her a little better. Sevika wasn’t just a bully, wasn’t just the fearsome hockey player everyone whispered about. There was more to her than that, and maybe, just maybe, there was room for you to be a part of that story.
“So,” Sevika continued, her smirk returning. “You still think you’re just some quiet nobody? Or are you starting to figure out you’re more than that?”
You blinked, unsure of how to respond, but one thing was clear: Sevika was no longer just a threat. She was someone you couldn’t ignore anymore. And, for better or for worse, that meant your world was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
It had been a week since you’d first entered Sevika’s orbit, and while the awkwardness was starting to fade, the underlying tension was still there. Every day, you brought her lunch, trying to keep your head down, avoid making waves, and maybe—just maybe—earn a little peace. You’d managed to survive the first week, but you had no illusions that you were safe from Sevika’s sharp tongue.
Today, as usual, you were tasked with buying her lunch. You’d thought maybe getting her Dairy Queen would be a small way to mix it up—plus, you were craving it yourself, so it worked out. You hoped the familiarity of the gesture might somehow break the tension between the two of you, even if you didn’t fully understand what was going on between you and the intimidating hockey jock.
When you approached her table in the cafeteria, her friends immediately took notice of the bags of ice cream in your hands. Sevika’s gaze, as sharp as ever, flicked up from her phone, and a small, amused smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. The others at the table didn’t even try to hide their snickers.
“Didn’t think you’d be dumb enough to actually get me Dairy Queen,” Sevika said, her voice dripping with mockery. She sat back in her chair, her arms crossed, the leather of her varsity jacket creaking slightly as she stretched out. “You really are a sucker.”
You slid the bag toward her, trying not to let your anxiety show. “It’s—uh—what I got for you today,” you mumbled, glancing down at your tray. Your body felt stiff, but you forced yourself to remain standing instead of sitting across from her, feeling the weight of all eyes on you.
Sevika raised an eyebrow, then grabbed the bag and ripped it open. “Guess I’ll let this one slide. For today,” she said, her smirk never leaving her face.
You nodded, grateful that she hadn’t made a bigger scene, though the uneasy feeling in your stomach didn’t go away.
The conversation around the table flowed naturally among Sevika’s friends, but you could feel the weight of her gaze on you. When you caught her eyes for a second, her expression softened for a split second, though you quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light. Sevika wasn’t the type to show softness—not around people who could witness it.
But then, as you took a bite of your own ice cream, you felt the familiar chill of the cafeteria air seep into your bones. The temperature seemed to drop by the minute, and your body couldn’t quite keep up with the coldness. You tried to shake it off, but your hands trembled slightly, betraying you.
It was nothing unusual, you thought. You were always cold—always shivering in the unrelenting air-conditioned cafeteria. But Sevika seemed to notice it immediately.
“What’s with you?” she grunted, narrowing her eyes. “Why the hell are you shaking?”
You froze, not wanting to admit you were just cold. “I—I’m fine,” you stuttered, hunching your shoulders in an attempt to make yourself smaller. “Just… a little chilly, that’s all.”
“Chilly?” Sevika scoffed. “You look like you’re about to start shaking apart. You okay, or are you just being dramatic for attention?”
You felt your face flush, and you wished you could disappear into the ground. “I’m not being dramatic,” you muttered, suddenly desperate to hide the fact that your teeth were now lightly chattering. “I’ll be fine.”
She didn’t respond right away, but you caught her eyes flicking over your body once more, lingering on your trembling frame. And then, to your surprise, something happened that you hadn’t expected—Sevika stood up.
You blinked in confusion as she unzipped her varsity jacket, revealing the faded black shirt underneath. Before you could say anything, she tossed the jacket at you.
“Put it on,” she said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You blinked again, not quite understanding. “What?”
“You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Put it on,” she ordered, voice laced with her usual gruff tone, but with an edge of something that felt… almost caring?
You hesitated, unsure whether you should accept the jacket or not. Sevika wasn’t exactly known for her kindness. Still, her unrelenting glare made it clear she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Slowly, you draped the jacket around your shoulders. It was warm, and it smelled like leather and something faintly spicy—probably the same scent that lingered around Sevika wherever she went. For a brief moment, the warmth seemed to push away the uncomfortable cold that had been gnawing at you. The jacket felt heavy and strangely comforting.
“You still gonna stand there and act like you’re not freezing?” Sevika’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Better? Or are you too proud to admit you were about to freeze your ass off?”
You frowned at her. “I’m not proud of it. I just didn’t want to bother you.”
Sevika rolled her eyes dramatically, making you feel even more small in her presence. “You’re really fucking dumb, you know that? Just take the damn jacket without making a scene. You’re not bothering me. You’re not bothering me at all.”
Her words didn’t make much sense to you, but you didn’t argue. You pulled the jacket closer around you, feeling the warmth spreading through your body.
“Well,” Sevika continued, her tone already back to its usual sharpness. “You owe me, remember? This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Lunch every day, for a month. Don’t forget it.”
“Right,” you muttered, too embarrassed to speak any louder. It was hard to stay focused with Sevika still watching you like a hawk, but you kept the jacket on, too grateful for its warmth to take it off.
Sevika leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and giving you a once-over. Her sharp gaze seemed to inspect every part of you, from the jacket draped over your shoulders to the way you were still trembling a little. But she didn’t comment further. Instead, she tore into her Dairy Queen, completely unfazed by the silent tension hanging between the two of you.
The rest of the lunch passed in relative silence. Sevika didn’t speak to you directly again, but there was something about the way she kept her gaze on you that felt different. Less mocking, more… watchful. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
When the bell finally rang and lunch was over, Sevika stood up without a word and began walking away. You were halfway through taking off her jacket when she looked back over her shoulder, that familiar smirk tugging at her lips once again.
“Keep it. For now,” she called back, her voice as casual as if she had just asked you to pass the salt. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.”
Before you could respond, she was already gone, leaving you standing there, her jacket still draped around your shoulders. The warmth of it lingered, almost as if she had left a piece of herself behind with you.
You exhaled slowly, trying to process what had just happened. It wasn’t exactly kindness, but it wasn’t cruelty, either. Whatever this was, it was something in between.
But, for once, you didn’t feel entirely terrible about it. Sevika’s rude behavior, her teasing, and her sharp words were all part of the same game. She had an odd way of looking out for you—whether you liked it or not. And that, you figured, was something you’d have to get used to.
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beloveddawn-blog · 2 days ago
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Merchandise Blues! Aika and Zira Go to the Zoo!
Fandom: Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl
Rating: Gen
Words: 2k
Summary: There's a new line of Star Guardian merch out! Zira loves it. Aika is conflicted.
Based off of @kianamaiart's amazing universe and @ok-pop-1's incredible art! The concept behind it was just so fun!
Aika slid further down into her seat as yet another yellow Star Bag came into sight. Hoshi smirked, but Zira wasn’t concerned with them.
“You okay?” She asked her crush friend, nudging the smaller girl gently.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Aika replied, pulling herself up straighter and trying to smile like she wasn’t bothered. “I just forgot the new merch line was out this week, that’s all. It’s just… just a lot. Of blue. And yellow. Very yellow.”
“... You do know you are also wearing blue and yellow, right?” Zira asked, unable to stop the question. Aika’s face twisted back into a pout and she sulked back down into her seat.
“They were my favourite colours first!” She insisted, then hissed in a softer voice, “That’s why she wears them, not the other way around.”
“True!” Hoshi piped up from beside them. “I don’t really care what colours Aika wears. Both my colour and the uniform match her preferences, since it helps human confidence so much to feel like you look good.” They went back to comparing hoodies with an over-excited kindergartener then, entirely ignoring the girls once again.
Aika shook her head while Zira giggled, as amused as always at how the two mirrored each others’ disinterest and disillusionment in perfectly inverted symmetry. 
Aika glanced around the train car again, and her face fell when she saw one group that ramped the whole merch thing up to 11. The parents were… mostly normal. They both had the new hoodies, he had a bag and she was wearing Star Wand print leggings, but the kids…
The baby was actually really cute, dressed like a little star with the hood up. Wings longer than the kid themself hung down from the carrier the mom had them in and the little blue baby shoes matched the whole thing perfectly, even though they obviously weren't part of the official line.
The elementary schooler, on the other hand… Zira probably thinks she’s cute. Aika thought, scowling unconsciously at a little redhead wearing a replica of her uniform, right down to the (NON-platform, at least they were sensible there) boots. Her hair was up in two little ponytails held in place with ties that had satin stars on them, and she was clutching a Star Guardian doll with one arm and her dad’s hand with the other. She was gazing around in wonder at all the other people wearing the same colours before she spotted Aika and her eyes went wide.
“MOMMY SHE HAS STAR PIGTAILS TOO!!” The kid shrieked, both parents immediately shushing her. “I’m so sorry,” Her father told the people around them, “Katie shush. You’ll wake the baby and you’re bothering others.” Her mom hissed. Her face twisted at the rebuke, and in only a blink she’d slipped her father’s hold and was right up in Aika’s face.
“Ummm… Hi?” Aika tried, not quite certain what had just happened here.
“You love Star Guardian too.” The kid insisted, reaching towards Aika’s hair but stopping just short. “Mommy can’t get the buns right, so Daddy bought me the bows. Did your Mommy do these for you?”
Aika blinked at her while her father rushed up to them, apologizing before he even got there. “Ah, no? I do them myself.”
“STAR GUARDIAN IS THE BEST!” The kid shrieked again, just as her father scooped her up. One hand wrapped around her to cover her mouth as he hushed her.
“Katie, no. We’ve talked about this, you can’t be yelling inside like that. You know better. It’s really rude, as is getting in this nice young lady’s face like that.” He turned towards Aika himself as his kid quieted down to sulk. “I’m really sorry about that. She’s usually not like this, but her grandmother just bought her the dress and now she’s a bit overwrought and is having a hard time calming down. I’m sorry she went to touch you as well. I promise she usually does know better.”
“It’s alright.” Aika replied, not quite certain what else to say. Zira smirked a bit next to her, noticing an opportunity to tease her friend a little.
“She’s quite the fan, isn’t she? And Star Guardian is her favourite?” The girl perked up at this, though she kept her voice to a reasonable level when she responded.
“She saves people.” The wonder in her voice was so awestruck it even made Zira a little uncomfortable, knowing that she knew something the girl didn’t. She snuck a glance at Aika, who was now having an even harder time pretending she didn’t want to snap at the kid just a little.
“That is what she does.” Hoshi broke in distractedly, now looking out the window. “It’s what she’s here for.”
Aika’s face fell at that in a way that made the man’s brow furrow in concern. The little girl didn’t notice. 
“She saved us.” She continued, clutching her doll with hero-worship clear on her face. “I gave her a flower and she thanked me for it. Grandma’s teaching me to grow buttercups so next time I can give her one I grew just for her, rather than one I picked in the park.”
“... A buttercup?” Aika asked, her defensiveness dropping from her even as her eyebrows drew together. “You gave her a buttercup?”
The little girl buried her face in her father’s shoulder, suddenly shy, so it was him that nodded. “She did. There was a fight at the park and my wife couldn’t move very quickly because she was pregnant. Star Guardian got us out safely, and Katie gave her a buttercup she had picked just before it all went pear-shaped. It made an impression on us, as I’m sure you can see.” He gestured to himself then, and both Aika and Zira joined in with his little chuckle. He headed back to the rest of his family then, and Katie waved at them over his shoulder. Aika waved back, a soft grin on her face.
“Star Guardian made quite an impression on them.” Zira commented, trying to gauge Aika’s mood after that run-in.
Aika’s face fell, and Zira winced. “She does that.” There was a hollowness to Aika’s voice that Zira wasn’t used to hearing and wasn’t sure how to handle.
“I remember you putting that buttercup in a vase when you got home.” Hoshi commented, obviously trying to cajole the young girl back into a better mood. It didn’t work, as the smile Aika gave them was brittle around the edges and so obviously forced.
“I remember how much trouble I got in for breaking formation to help them.” She replied mildly. “No one would talk about anything else for weeks. It was all, “How could you be so unprofessional, Aika? Don’t you ever think of anyone but yourself? You’re so unreliable Aika. We can’t trust your judgement. How are you always late?” Eventually everyone seemed to get bored of it, but it would still come up every now and then when I was ‘underperforming’.” She put the air quotes around the word, but even if she hadn’t her tone would have conveyed them anyway. Hoshi winced.
“Yeah, that was… not my best showing. I messed that up pretty bad.” Their voice was rough in a way that in a human would probably have meant they were fighting back tears but Hoshi… wasn’t. There wasn’t a human equivalent to the tone of it. It reminded Zira of grief.
“How?” She questioned, unable to help herself even though she could tell that neither of them really wanted to talk about it. “What happened with that fight?”
Hoshi squirmed a bit, but did answer. “One of the other girls took a bad hit that probably wouldn’t have happened if Star Guardian was there. It all… Got a little personal. After. And I… Didn’t shut that down. I should have. I should have made it clear that they didn’t have the authority to question Aika’s judgement or dedication. And I should have trusted in them myself.”
Aika was leaning forward now to look at Hoshi around Zira, and it was clear on her face that they had never discussed this since. She obviously didn’t know Hoshi regretted it. “So why didn’t you?” She demanded, causing Hoshi to slink back defensively into their hoodie.
“Mainly because I just really didn’t understand humans.” They replied, obviously trying to keep their defensiveness out of their tone. “I’d never worked with any before, and this was fairly early on in your career. Usually a Guardian team needs to work together to defeat a monster. I was… trying to encourage you to think of your team first, because I assumed that without them you couldn’t win and more people would be in danger. Most species are not as… creative as humans, and even other humans aren’t as creative as you, Aika.” Aika blushed at that, obviously pleased with the praise. “I thought your apparent willingness to abandon your teammates was a show of weakness and disharmony, rather than of trust. And… I think the other girls followed my lead on that.”
Aika blinked at them. “There is never a world where I will abandon a family that has no way to protect themselves for the sake of a group that should have the ability to fight on their own. Also it’s really messed up that you expect a kid to make that choice. I was still in elementary school.”
Hoshi nodded. “Yeah, I also… Don’t really have a frame of reference for just how young you were when you started. I wasn’t expecting that. So since neither the Star Shard or humanity come with an instruction manual, I had to just figure it out on the fly. That time I guessed wrong, but it took over a year for me to know that. By that time it was too late to fix.”
There was a very uncomfortable silence radiating from both sides of her that made Zira shiver from a purely emotional cold. Then a thought came, and she broke it in as awkward a way as she ever did. “You should join the leadership club.”
They both turned to her, blinking in bemusement. “The leadership club?” Aika repeated in bewilderment.
“Yeah!” She replied, just going with it now that they weren’t so upset. “You said humans don’t come with an instruction manual, but there are still things you can do and learn to make it easier to work with us! I don’t think you can take any actual management courses, those are usually adult things, but leadership would be a good start!”
Aika laughed at that. “That's a great idea! And since we joined the book club, Hoshi’s gonna be on their own for it. Sounds like fun.”
The star in question sulked back into their seat. “I don’t wanna miss book club!” They insisted. “That kid with the hair gets all uppity when I’m not there to refute their nonsense, and besides! I’ve already read the book!”
Zira blinked at them. “That book was decided on yesterday,” she stressed. “How have you already read it?”
“Hoshi doesn’t need to sleep as much as we do.” Aika replied, getting to her feet just as the announcement came on. “Come on, this is our stop! I can’t wait to see the penguins!” Her face lit up with glee as the train rocked to a stop, and she was gone the moment the doors opened. Zira found themself grinning as well, their previous mood restored. Aika had that effect on people. 
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devixncy · 2 days ago
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hellooo:) can you please do a gi hun x sick reader? i have been so sick for the past few days and would love to read some comfort. tysm!!!
crazy bc as soon as i received this request yesterday i got sick LOL i actually feel like i'm dying so i feel you
✧ pairing: seong gi-hun x sick!reader
✧ summary: you're sick, gi-hun takes care of you :')
✧ content: no warnings, just fluff and comfort. no games au
✧ word count: 1.0k
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As soon as you began to wake up, you immediately knew something was off. Although you were still drowsy you could feel the fire in your throat and how it hurt to swallow. Even though you were under the blankets and Gi-hun’s front was pressed up against your back with his arms around you, your body felt cold yet uncomfortably hot at the same time.
‘Son of a bitch’, you thought to yourself, letting a long and dramatic sigh out of your mouth. You were undeniably getting sick. As you adjusted slightly and closed your eyes, you attempted to gaslight yourself. ‘It’s probably nothing. The air is probably dry in here and it’s bothering my throat, and if I go back to sleep I’ll be fine once I wake up again.’
Unfortunately, the gaslighting didn’t work. You awoke to a hand shaking your shoulder gently, murmurs of your name barely registering as you groaned and buried your face into the pillow. That was short lived as you were rolled onto your back, the back of a hand being pressed against your forehead. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, Gi-hun slowly starting to fill your field of vision as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you. A frown was plastered to his face as he took his hand off of your forehead and placed it on your cheek. 
“How are you feeling, my dear?” He asked as you coughed a couple of times, feeling like it was rattling your entire chest. “You were sleeping so late I was starting to get worried.” 
“Like shit.” You replied bluntly, the chills creating goosebumps all over your body. He noticed this and quickly brought the comforter up over your shoulders, tucking you in until only your head was peeking out. He stood up from the bed as he brushed your hair out of your face, grimacing as he once again touched your burning hot forehead. 
“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move a muscle, just stay right there.” He spoke quickly and rushed out of the room. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, knowing you were absolutely not moving from your spot any time soon. Your entire body felt fatigued. You had not a single drop of energy and the body aches felt like they were reaching into your bones. Closing your eyes again, you began to drift in and out of sleep until Gi-hun eventually rushed back into the room. Huffing, you opened your eyes due to the noise. He immediately got to work, firstly placing more pillows behind you to prop you up a little bit more. He placed a glass of ice water on the nightstand. On top of that, he had at least four different kinds of medication in his arms, placing them beside you as he grinned sheepishly. He left the room again only to return seconds later with extra blankets slung over one arm and the other hand carrying a bowl of juk. He placed the bowl down on the nightstand, then proceeded to delicately place the few extra blankets on top of you. You watched as he turned the TV on, putting on one of your comfort shows that he knew off the top of his head. “Do you need anything else?” He asked sincerely, hoping he grabbed everything you could’ve possibly needed. As you shook your head, he grinned and sat down next to you. 
The first thing he did was make sure that you took medicine (even if it made you gag). You washed it down with water as he held the cup up to your lips, ensuring that your arms didn’t move from underneath your warm cocoon. Then, he picked up the juk. You shook your head.
“I’m really not that hungry right now babe.” You said as you watched his smile turn into a frown, knowing he wasn’t accepting that as an answer. 
“You need to eat when you’re sick,” Gi-hun lectured as he picked up the spoon out of the bowl. “It will help soothe your throat. And it’ll make you feel warmer.” The spoon was slowly inching closer to your mouth and you glared at him, knowing you couldn’t refuse. You ate a few small bites and then shook your head again, signaling that you were done. He placed the bowl to the side, satisfied that he at least got you to eat a little bit.
“You know what would really make me feel warmer right now?” You asked as you looked at him. He hummed in response, brushing your hair out of your face again. 
“What’s that?” He asked as you smiled, wiggling your arms free from underneath the blankets. You stuck them out, making grabbing motions with both hands. 
“Come lay with me. Please.” You whined. You knew he would, even if it meant getting sick himself. This man would do anything and everything that you asked him to no matter the consequences. 
Your sentence had barely ended before he was peeling the blankets back from his side of the bed. He slid into the spot next to you and you wasted zero time. You immediately clung to him, wrapping your arms around him as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. One arm wrapped around you, his free hand pulling the comforter back over the two of you. He made sure it was snug before practically pulling you on top of him, arms secure around your back. 
You giggled as he turned his head just enough to pepper kisses all over your cheek and temple, you in turn placing one gentle kiss at the base of his neck. “Gi-hun, now you’re definitely gonna get sick.” Your warning was emphasized by you clearing your throat (although you really did need to). You could feel him shrug.
“Well that just means I’ll have even more time to spend with you, doesn’t it?” He whispered, making you roll your eyes.
“Gi-hun, I can think of a million different ways we could spend more time together that doesn’t involve both of us being miserable.” You huffed as he rubbed your back, feeling his body shake as he let out a chuckle. 
“Hush. Quality time is quality time.” 
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paperyowl · 2 days ago
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For your prompt :
I really want a story where Deacon and Rocker have a house in the same neighborhood as Luca, with extra rooms for the kids.
One day, due to some problem with her apartment, Annie and the children have to stay with Deacon and Rocker. Obviously, it’s not simple, Annie is angry/hurt...
But she attends moments that make her realize that maybe the relationship of his ex with Rocker is more "fluid" and Deacon accepts more to be helped, instead of wanting at all costs to be the provider, he talks more with Rocker and relied and him more.
One morning, for example, Lila wants to go see her father in his room, and Annie sees them sleeping, Deacon being the little spoon and embraced by Rocker, something he had never allowed himself with Annie.
A few desires in bulk, I hope that it will inspire you!
Okay so, my only thoughts about this are: four kids are A LOT. xD Don't know if I did this justice, but I tried.
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"I hope these are okay," Rocker said as he put the extra blankets near the foot of the bed. Or rather beds - now pushed together to make room for Annie and her two youngest. Rocker looked apologetic. "Sorry about this. I know it's not ideal - we can get something else worked out tomorrow; it's just all been a bit..."
He made a gesture with his hand that indicated the chaos that Annie only knew about distantly now. She was still part of the 50-squat family. Just no longer as David's wife.
"That's alright," Annie told him, trying for a smile. "Thank you."
He nodded, telling her dinner was almost ready. Three of her kids were downstairs while Victoria was napping in her crib. Annie would get her in a minute and join them. Matthew and Lila were apparently setting the table - or, as she knew her kids, probably resisting that particular chore. But she wasn't going to say that out loud, not to Rocker.
It didn't seem right to go for a teasing remark with him. They weren't at that stage with each other - maybe they could have been once, before the divorce. Now, there were too many variables. Like Annie's tone, which she couldn't always control around Rocker. Or his reaction.
Annie had noticed how carefully he moved around her, never quite getting too close, unfailingly polite. It's hard to remember that she isn't really angry with him - David had made this decision. They'd made it together.
She was still a little wrong-footed by the whole situation. How could she not be? But it wouldn't do to dwell on that. She could be pleasant for a day or two until she got to go back home.
When Annie made her way down the stairs with Victoria on her hip, she just saw Rocker grab a shrieking and giggling at Lila under one of his arms. It seemed like the end of a rather short game of catch.
"Let's go help your big brother," Rocker told Lila, definitely not too firm, before carrying her the rest of the way to the dining room. The way the kids seemed to take to Rocker was sweet. He was good with them.
But Annie's attention was caught by something else - namely David. He was crouched next to Samuel, who had scattered quite a few toys across the floor. But his attention was entirely on Lila and Donovan. Before Annie could entirely figure out the emotion on his face, David spotted her.
"Hi," he said. "Are you two good?"
Annie nodded, and had to stop herself from walking over to him for a kiss. This was not them anymore. The realization hurt - and it must have shown on her face, too, because David came over to her, touching her shoulder briefly in a way that almost soothed her. But not quite.
Dinner was a bit of a production - which was to be expected with four kids. But between the two of them, David and Rocker entertained the older kids.
Honestly, the whole thing about preparing dinner, setting the table, eating together - it was all very domestic. There was a rhythm to how the kids moved here, how they interacted with David in this house. With Rocker. Had it really been a whole year since the divorce?
"Did they say when they could send someone to fix the water damage?" David asked a little while later. "You can stay as long as you need to, of course."
It was an earnest offer - and when Annie glanced at Rocker, he gave her an affirming nod. There was nothing on his face that told her he wanted her gone. (A cruel voice in her mind told Annie that she'd never suspected David had already fallen in love with someone else. She knew David could keep things from her, but she also wondered how good of a liar Donovan was.)
"The husband of a good friend of mine promised to help out," Annie said. She didn't add that they were divorced, too. That seemed like unnecessary information. "I hope he can take a look the day after tomorrow."
After dinner, Deacon and Rocker waved away Annie's offer to help with the dishes. Rocker made a comment about her day having been exhausting enough, and that was true - but neither of them had signed up to host all of them on such short notice. Annie wanted to protest.
"Work your magic and get the kids to decide on a movie," David said with an expression that Annie hadn't seen on him in so long that it felt vaguely nostalgic for a different time when they'd been happy in their marriage.
But David didn't linger and followed Donovan into the kitchen.
Annie set up the kids on the couch, and they really ended up deciding on a movie - there was a whole voting system they'd made up. Thankfully, Samuel was mostly too young and too starstruck with his older sibling to protest, and of course, Victoria was happy with mostly anything that was colourful. (This, in turn, was starting to be a bit frustrating for her eldest, but for now, Annie could bridge that gap.)
She was a bit struck by how precarious the balance in her family seemed to have become. It felt like so many things were slipping through her fingers - and some were already irrevocably out of reach.
"Mommy, can we get some snacks?" Lila asked, and it really had been a long day for everyone involved. Annie got up, and wandered back to the kitchen. She was almost certain that David kept some of his kids 'favourites in the cabinets at the far end of the kitchen-
"-stand there and be pretty," Rocker said teasingly. David huffed.
"It's not that bad-"
"You tackled a man down a flight of stairs."
Annie knew nothing about this. But that thought hurt less than the idea of David hurt, so she wasn't quite sure how to feel about overhearing this - stuck between two emotions.
"Two weeks ago!"
"You're lucky you're cute."
Annie was still hidden from view, but she'd inched forward enough to see David blush, laughing at the comment.
"What's with the compliments? Are you trying a new tactic to make me agree with you?"
"Is it working?" Rocker asked, hands covered in suds almost to his ellbows-and David grabbed his face with both hands to kiss him. It was a sweet kiss, something entirely tender.
"Maybe?" David suggested that when they broke apart, it was Rocker's turn to laugh. He finished washing his hands, drying them on a towel.
"You're the most handsome, sexiest-"
"Okay, that's a little much," David interrupted, but Annie could see how pleased he was even from the doorway.
"- kindest man I know."
Rocker's voice had taken an earnest edge - and when Annie saw the way David looked at him, with his eyes softening like that, she left quickly. Her mind was chaotic with guilt - she shouldn't have listened in, even if it had been an accident.
"Did they not have any snacks?" Her daughter asked when Annie returned to the living room. She had completely forgotten about that. At least Lila was still young enough to not question when Annie claimed she'd gotten a little distracted on the way. It was almost the truth anyway.
There was one good thing about all of this: It had been a while since Annie had shared the bed with her kids like this - and they were growing so fast that she couldn't help but wonder how soon she'd lose this privilege.
It had still been early when Matthew had asked, if he could go and play in the living room - and he'd taken Samuel with him when he'd asked without Annie's encouragement. She was proud of her eldest for that.
"Can we go wake Daddy and Don?" Lila asked when she had woken up just a little later, and Annie smiled at the sweetness of her daughter.
When they snuck across the hallway, the door to the bedroom was cracked, and Annie pushed it open a little more. In the half darkness, She could see their arms overlapping, fingers interlacing. The way Rocker held David was protective - somehow, she hadn't expected that. There was a gentleness in the scene, just in what little she could see in the low light and the shapes of the room, that spoke volumes to their relationship.
It still hurt a little. Probably would for a while - but there was a soft balm in the thought that David looked more relaxed in Donovan's arms than he had looked in a long time. And last night, he'd seemed so much lighter than she knew him. Annie wanted that for him.
"They've had a couple of long days at work, darling," Annie told Lila. "Why don't we go make breakfast for them?"
A little later, when she poured Rocker a cup of coffee, Annie thought she managed a smile that was a little more genuine than the ones before. You make him happy, she thought, and I can be grateful for that.
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saebyeokbliss · 2 days ago
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ONCE MORE TO SEE YOU— PART XIII.
synopsis: on a cold january day, you were worrying about the reason your girlfriend wasn’t texting back. when she finally does and asks to meet at your apartment, you’re met with heartbreak as she ends your relationship. no explanation. two years later, you run into her at a cafe with someone new. what are you to do?
warnings: brief mentions of death. cute cheol (i love him so much he's a lil sweetie), self-doubt, rude sae-byeok a little, some fluff actually, light angst
pairing: sae-byeok x fem!reader
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Sae-byeok had been avoiding you.
It was obvious.
Before the kiss, she had at least acknowledged you at work—silent glances across the diner, the occasional mumble when passing by, the rare moments where her hand would brush against yours when reaching for the same plate. But now?
Nothing.
She barely looked at you. If she did, it was fleeting, like she was afraid too much eye contact might set something on fire. Conversations were clipped, interactions stiff. You weren’t even sure if she was mad at you or mad at herself. Maybe both.
And it was driving you insane.
It was getting close to closing time when the bell above the diner door jingled, and in walked Ji-yeong—Cheol trailing beside her, his small hand clutching hers tightly.
Sae-byeok, who had been wiping down the counter, visibly tensed at the sight of them.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Ji-yeong grinned, pulling Cheol toward an empty booth. “What? We can’t come visit you?” She plopped down into the seat and patted the spot beside her for Cheol to sit. “I figured it’s been a while since we had a nice, family dinner.”
Sae-byeok sighed, rubbing her temple. “Ji-yeong…”
“I want diner food,” Cheol chimed in, swinging his legs under the table. “And I wanted to see you.” His big brown eyes locked onto Sae-byeok’s, making her expression soften instantly.
She sighed, defeated. “Fine. But don’t cause trouble.”
Ji-yeong gasped dramatically. “Me? Cause trouble?”
Sae-byeok shot her a glare, but Ji-yeong only smirked, clearly enjoying herself.
And then she spotted you behind the counter.
“Ohh,” Ji-yeong said, dragging out the syllable like she had just uncovered a great secret. She leaned toward Cheol, whispering something in his ear.
Cheol’s eyes lit up. He perked up in his seat, waving enthusiastically in your direction. “Noona!”
You smiled, walking over to their table, dish rag still in hand. “Hey, Cheol,” you said warmly. “You here for dinner?”
“Yup! You should eat with us,” he said earnestly.
Sae-byeok stiffened. Ji-yeong grinned.
“Oh, that’s a great idea,” Ji-yeong said, her voice dripping with mischief. She turned to Sae-byeok, her eyebrows waggling. “Right, Sae-byeok? Since her shift is basically over, she should totally eat with us.”
Sae-byeok shot her a glare that could have melted steel. “Ji-yeong—”
“Please?” Cheol added, giving Sae-byeok the same wide-eyed look that always made her fold.
Sae-byeok sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Fine.”
Ji-yeong beamed in victory.
You tried not to smirk.
Sitting down with them felt almost natural, like slipping into something familiar.
Cheol was practically vibrating with excitement, kicking his feet beneath the table as he babbled about school, his favorite cartoons, and how Ji-yeong had let him eat ice cream before dinner (which earned Ji-yeong a very pointed look from Sae-byeok).
Ji-yeong, of course, took every opportunity to tease Sae-byeok, nudging her under the table whenever she got too quiet.
And you?
You couldn’t help but steal glances at Sae-byeok, watching the way her usual cold exterior softened when she looked at Cheol. Watching the way she tried (and failed) to hide her amusement at Ji-yeong’s antics. Watching the way her shoulders slowly relaxed as dinner went on, like she was allowing herself to enjoy this moment, even if just for a little while.
At one point, Cheol got ketchup all over his cheek, and you instinctively reached over with a napkin to wipe it off.
“There,” you said, smiling at him. “All clean.”
Cheol beamed up at you. “Thanks, Noona!”
Sae-byeok stared.
She didn’t mean to. But something about the way you interacted with Cheol—so effortlessly, so warmly—made something inside her ache.
It wasn’t just Cheol.
It was Ji-yeong too. You laughed at her stupid jokes, she laughed at yours. The way you fit so naturally into this moment, like you belonged here. Like you had always belonged here.
And maybe, once, you had.
A long time ago, before she messed everything up.
Before she left.
She swallowed hard, looking away.
Ji-yeong caught it, of course. She didn’t say anything—just smirked into her drink, nudging Sae-byeok under the table again.
Sae-byeok ignored her.
By the time dinner was over, the tension in Sae-byeok’s chest had twisted into something different. Something she didn’t want to name.
Because watching you with Cheol and Ji-yeong, hearing your laughter mix with theirs, seeing the way you fit so seamlessly into this moment—it reminded her of something she had tried so hard to bury.
She was falling for you.
Again.
Like she had never stopped.
And that terrified her.
Because she knew—no matter how much she wanted to pretend otherwise—she didn’t deserve this.
Didn’t deserve you.
But damn it, she wanted to.
More than anything.
You weren’t expecting her.
After dinner, after the way Sae-byeok had spent the entire night not looking at you, you figured she was going to keep avoiding you. That the wall she had built between you two was too thick, too heavy with guilt to be broken down.
But then, just past midnight, there was a knock at your door.
You hesitated before opening it, pulse quickening when you saw her standing there—hair slightly disheveled, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, eyes filled with something unreadable.
She looked nervous.
Sae-byeok never looked nervous.
“…Hey,” you said softly.
She shifted on her feet, glancing down at the ground before meeting your gaze. “Can I come in?”
You stepped aside without a word, closing the door behind her as she walked in. She didn’t sit down. She just stood there in the middle of your apartment, arms crossed, shoulders tense.
Like she was bracing herself for something.
You swallowed. “Sae-byeok, what’s going on?”
She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I need to tell you why I’ve been avoiding you.”
You folded your arms, leaning against the couch. “I figured it was because of the kiss.”
She flinched slightly but didn’t deny it. “It’s… more than that.”
Silence.
Then, finally—
“I don’t think I deserve to be with you.”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut.
You stared at her, heart tightening. “What?”
Sae-byeok’s jaw tightened, and when she spoke again, her voice was raw, like she was forcing the words out despite every instinct telling her to keep them buried.
“I told you everything,” she said. “About Deok-su. About the games. About the people I—” She stopped, shaking her head. “I’ve done things, terrible things, and I don’t want you to be with someone like me.”
You took a step forward. “Sae—”
“I killed him,” she interrupted, her voice harsh, almost desperate. “I stabbed him in the heart and watched him die, and I don’t regret it. I don’t regret any of it. And that… that scares me.”
Her breathing was uneven now, her hands clenched into fists. “I wanted to believe that if I kept you at a distance, if I didn’t let myself feel this, then maybe it wouldn’t matter. That maybe I wouldn’t have to face the fact that the person you think I am—the person I want to be when I’m with you—isn’t real.”
She swallowed hard, finally looking at you again. “You deserve someone better.”
You stared at her for a long moment, letting her words settle.
Then, without thinking, you crossed the space between you and grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss.
She stiffened at first, like she hadn’t been expecting it, but then she melted into you, her hands gripping your waist as if she was afraid you’d disappear. The kiss was deep, slow, lingering—filled with every unspoken word between you.
When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against hers, your breaths mingling in the quiet space between you.
“I wasn’t dwelling on any of that,” you whispered.
She blinked, lips slightly parted. “What?”
“I wasn’t sitting here thinking about what you did in the games, or about Deok-su, or about anything else you’re torturing yourself over,” you said. “The only thing I was thinking about after that kiss was how much I missed you.”
Her breath hitched.
“I spent two years thinking I’d never see you again,” you continued, your voice trembling slightly. “Two years wondering why you left, wondering what I did wrong. And then you kissed me, and for the first time in years, I felt something again. And now you’re standing here, acting like I should hate you, but all I want to do is—”
You kissed her again, softer this time, slower.
When you pulled away, she was looking at you like she didn’t know what to do with herself.
“…You shouldn’t forgive me so easily,” she murmured, but her hands were still gripping your waist, like she couldn’t bear to let go.
You smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Too bad.”
She let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, and for the first time in a long time, her shoulders relaxed.
Neither of you spoke for a moment. You just stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the weight of the past slowly lifting.
Finally, she whispered, “I don’t know how to do this.”
You squeezed her hand. “Then we’ll figure it out together.”
And for the first time in a long time, Sae-byeok let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, she deserved this after all.
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cupidkay-666 · 2 days ago
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“Thank God, I left my door unlocked”
Tw: NSFW, gentle cnc, kn!fe play, manipulation, forced entry, light stalking, possible breeding kink?, praise kink , etc.
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“ Damnit! ”, I groan as I drop my phone, while I was heading home from work. Just my luck, new phone already cracked. Great. I shoved the now cracked phone in my pocket and straighten my hair back into place. I take a moment to look around, taking in the small town. There isn’t much here but it’s home. I run in the parking lot from the school that I work at to my old car, trying to avoid the rain as much as possible. Once in my car, I look at my phone more closely, only to see it’s not cracked, it’s completely dead. “Ugh, I’m drained from work, shit I’ll just get a new phone tomorrow..”, I think to myself as I start the car.
I pull out of the parking lot, and stop my car at the red light. I look in my review mirror when my attention is caught by a black truck behind me. Jesus why are they so close to my car. They are practically on my ass. I roll my eyes and ignore it. As I’m heading home I notice that the same black truck is right behind me, close as ever. “ Ok asshole.”, I mumble to myself as I speed my car up. To my surprise they stay right on me. I can feel my anxiety start to heighten but I remind myself, “Don’t overthink this, they are probably in a hurry, heading the same direction as me, nothing crazy.”
As I pull into my driveway, the black truck passes by, slowing down it seems to look me and my house over. But, that’s crazy right? I’m just overthinking. I get in my house, kick my shoes off and look out the front window of my house. To my surprise I see the same black truck going by my house again… I shudder and pull the curtains. The rest of the night is smooth sailing, I grab a bite to eat, tidy my house and take a hot shower. While in the shower washing myself, I swear I keep hearing something, but I blow it off as probably the wind making noise. After my shower, I’m exhausted and need sleep immediately, I throw on an over sized shirt and throw myself into my bed. As I’m laying there my mind starts to hinder my sleep… “Did I lock the front door?” “I really should’ve went and got a new phone, what if I need to call someone..”, I blow these thoughts off and finally drift off to sleep.
“What the hell was that?!”, i whisper as I shoot straight up in my bed. I reach over to turn on my light beside my bed, nothing. Fuck. The power must be out. I shake my head, “probably was thunder…” i lay back down and try to find the will to fall back asleep. As my head hits my pillow. My eyes close and sleep takes back over.
I stir, as I find myself waking again. That’s weird, why can’t I move my arms. Wait, no really why can’t I move my arms?? I open my eyes and immediately they go the size of lightbulbs. My arms are tied to the top of my bed frame, a dozen candles fill the room, creating a eerie light that fills the space, and at the very end of my bed is a tall figure. He has brown hair, if not given the situation he would be very attractive, he’s wearing all black, I can spot a few tattoos on his right arm, a small hand reaching for a black hole, a pinecone, and a potion maybe? Fuck it’s too dark to tell, or maybe it’s my tears blocking my vision. On the left arm, it looks like a dragon of some sort. Finally I look up and meet his face, searching for his eyes. “Why are you here..?”, I croak out through tiny sobs.
When he speaks, his voice is gentle and sweet, “I’m here for you. Oh sweet angel, I’m here so we can be together. So I can take care of you. Didn’t you see me earlier, I followed you to make sure I knew exactly where to find you! I knew you felt the same when you left your front door unlocked, how sweet of you really.” Fuck. I didn’t lock the door. “No, I didn’t leave it unlocked for you, this is a mistake, let me out please, FUCKING LET ME OUT YOU BASTARD!”, I scream at him while trying to stop the tears that are falling. “No sweetheart, this was fate. Although I don’t think you have remembered your manners, but that’s ok, I can help you.”, he inches closer to me, pulling out a blade. “No I’m sorry, please I didn’t mean it..”, I start to plea at him. He stops right before me and grins slightly, “well that’s sweet, but I think maybe alittle refresher would help you remember for future reference..” The blade tears right through my sleep shirt, exposing my whole body to him in seconds. He then starts to trail the blade down my body till he gets to my thighs. “Open these for me wouldn’t you, please honey.”, he coos at me while eyeballing my body, like a predator…I guess that makes me the prey. “No please, please just leave, I’m begging you to please stop.”, I whisper in between broken sobs. “Not the answer I was looking for beautiful.”, he presses the blade into the plush of my thigh just enough to cause me to bleed. I gasp out from the new pain, and immediately I open my legs as I was told. “See, so much better when you listen to me. See how happy we can be if you just let me take care of you.”, he says as he licks the blood from my small cut.
“Now let’s see what I’ve been missing.”, he positions himself between my thighs and starts to inspect me like a forbidden fruit. Pinching my clit, spreading my lips, lightly running his finger up and down my slit. “Fuck, you really are beautiful, look how tight, how pretty and pink, fuck I think I’ll take alittle taste first princess… then we can get to the fun part.” He runs his tongue up my pussy before spreading me open and fully devouring me. Letting his tongue touch every crevice within me. Lapping at me. I cry harder as I try to hold on to anything that will lead him on that I am enjoying this. “Now let’s see how good you feel around me, god you’re so perfect for me..”, his voice trails off as he starts to unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free from his boxers. Panic. I start to kick my feet about and scream, cry, anything, someone please hear me. “Oh no, I thought you was coming around, no matter, it’s ok, shhhh, shhhh, I’m gonna make you see. See how much you need me. “, he says as he grabs my thighs, hoisting my legs in the air, spreading me open perfectly for him to use. I can see the anger on his face, no matter how gentle his voice is. Fuck. He takes and shoves his whole length into me in one long thrust. All I can hear is the scream ripping through me as I turn my face away from him. “Shhh, shh, it’s ok. Goddamnit you feel amazing around me, shhh let me just stretch you out for alittle while, then you can rest I promise.”, he groans in between thrust. He starts pumping into me at a pace that makes me lose my breath, fuck he’s fucking tearing me in half. God. “Look at me beautiful, i wanna see you’re pretty face while I brutalize this tight fucking pussy of yours.”, he demands as he slows his pace alittle. I can’t, I can’t meet his eyes, I refuse to give in to this. He grabs both sides of my cheeks and forces me to look him in the eyes. “I” thrust “said” thrust “to” thrust “look me” thrust “in the goddamn eyes” thrust “you pathetic fucking whore.”, he says while gritting his teeth, pulling completely out and slamming back into me with every word. A small moan leaves my lips and my fate is sealed.
“There we go baby, yes finally, I knew you would come around, god I can’t wait to love you like this, all the time, make you all for myself.” That did it for him, he’s fucking me at an unforgivable pace. His hands leave my face and travel to my chest, he starts pinching and kneading at my breast. Leaning up to suck on them. “Fuck I’m close, that’s ok, we have all the time in the world to do this all over again, fuck, gonna cum right here, fill you completely up, watch it ooze out of you when I’m done, fuck.”, he babbles on as his hips snap back and forth. “WAIT, no please not in me, please I’m not on any birth control, please don’t do this” I stammer out, trying to wiggle my body away from him. “Even fucking better, I knew you were fucking perfect.”, he slams in one last time before I can feel his cum spreading inside me, spilling out of me, covering my insides. “Now, I’m gonna let you sit just like this for awhile, catch your breath, rest if you need to darling, I’ll be back in a few minutes and we can start all over again, I know this is new but, you’ll learn to love it baby.”…… “who knows in a few days maybe I can take them restrains off and trust you to listen when I fucking say something.”, he says as he starts to tug his clothes back on. He looks back at me one more time before leaving the room. I lay there, lids half hooded, cum dripping out me, blood dribbling from my thigh, my hair sticking up in crazy ways, and tears staining my cheeks… “so fucking perfect for me.”
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spiral-lemur · 24 hours ago
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idw sonic 76 spoilers below//
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i am so ready for the inevitable conflict this is gonna cause like. we already KNOW whisper’s response was basically “yea whatever” but phrased in a way she feels tangle would be satisfied with. and there’s no way silver didn’t pick up on whisper’s intent here(they don’t show it often in the comics but this guy is just as ready to fucking kill a man as she is, lest we forget) and just…ough. i don’t know if they’ll actually kill mimic off just yet but imagine how interesting things would be if she did. how will they proceed from there? what’ll be the long term effects of it? will they ever see each other in that same light?
and yknow even if they don’t it’ll still make for an interesting argument. i don’t think tangle actually gives a shit whether or not mimic lives, i think she’s worried about the effect that’ll have on whisper’s mental health—she’s been through so much already. no matter how much you wanna kill someone there’ll always be the chance it’s different when their body’s finally at your feet. tangle doesn’t want to chance it making it worse for her. but on whisper’s side she has proof that locking him away always has the risk of him escaping. he was right there. he could have killed them if he had gotten just a little more time. if she doesn’t nip this in the bud now, she could lose everything all over again. she doesn’t want to lose her, or jewel, or even lanolin. not anyone. not again.
and then there’s silver’s role in this. he’s down to get rid of the fucker—which would put him at odds with tangle. but can he actually go through with it in the end? i don’t think he’s ever actually been shown to kill another person, just attempting. and in 06 he was questioning whether or not it was even the right thing to do: “to kill someone to save the world…is that really the right thing to do?” any hesitation could easily put him at odds with whisper. there’s a possibility this whole manhunt could put him in a bad spot with both of them and i’m so curious to see how this hypothetical is tackled.
this ended up being a longer ramble than i expected it to be lol i love the funny hedgehog comics and could just as easily be reading way too much into things. either way i’m excited to see how the plot progresses.
TLDR: bring on divorce arc #2 i yearn for the drama
i am fucking terrified
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hockeyboistrash · 2 days ago
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As a cat mum of two I had this idea pop into my head. This is purely self indulgent. The cats in the story are based on my two and will use their names (Winston and Louis)
Your boyfriend Joseph meeting your cats for the first time.
You were nervous. It was the first time any boyfriend of yours was going to meet your cats. Not only did you not know how they were going to act but you didn't know how Joseph would feel about them. You knew your cats could be a bit much at times. They were kittens after all.
"Don't be alarmed if Winston runs away from you. I don't think he likes men much. Louis has his days, sometimes he sits on your knee, other times he sits on the arm of the couch." You told Joseph as you walked up to your front door. He couldn't help but smile at you, endeared by your worry. He could tell this meeting meant a lot to you.
"Y/N, it'll be fine, okay?" Joseph assured you, reaching for your hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. "Besides I brought treats so I'll just bribe them." He grinned and it was contagious, your lips pulling up into a smile of your own.
"Thank you. I know it's stupid but it's just- they're important to me and- and so are you. I want you to get along." You admitted, your voice quiet as you felt vulnerable, your heart on your sleeve.
"You're important to me too." Joseph said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "And it's not stupid. I love how much you want this to go well."
You looked down, heat rising to your cheeks. You haven't felt like this about anyone before. The last guy you went on a date with thought it was weird you had cats, the connotations of crazy cat ladies at the forefront of his mind. You were going to give up on finding love but then you met Joseph. It was the second date where you told him about Winston and Louis. He immediately asked to see pictures, asking you a million questions about them. It made your heart full at how attentive he was.
You walked into your apartment, Joseph following behind. It was quiet, something you were usually met with after coming home from work. It was a tell-tale sign they were asleep on your bed. Like clockwork, a few seconds later you would hear chirping running towards you, their way of saying hello to you.
Tonight, though, instead of Winston running up to you for fuss, he stopped when he saw your boyfriend, eyes wide like he's trying to decipher who this stranger was. He then ran to the cat tree, hiding in the enclosed section. Louis remained unbothered, finding his usual spot on the couch.
"I'll start dinner. Will you be okay in here?" You asked, biting your lip slightly.
"We'll be fine. Me and Louis are gonna hang out. Aren't we bud?" Joseph grinned, gently stroking Louis's head who started purring at the contact. You gave Louis one last head scratch before doing the same to Winston, whispering reassuring words to him.
You didn't take long putting the dinner on, not wanting to leave Joseph alone with the kittens for too long. You didn't hear any raised voices or crashes so you took that as a positive sign. Although normally with kittens silence is just as bad as noise.
The sight you were met with made you melt. Winston and Louis were both curled up on Joseph's knee purring, his hands gently stroking them. The cats were getting big now but still managed to both fit on his knees, with room to spare. You silently took a photo of your boyfriend, wanting to remember this moment for a long time.
"They must really like you." You said, making your way over to couch.
"I might have put the charm on. It worked on you so it was bound to work on them." Joseph grinned at you. You shook your head slightly, letting out a soft laugh, thinking back to how Joseph's words were like honey to you. "See nothing to worry about."
And he was right. You didn't have to worry about your cats not liking the man you love and can see spending the rest of your life with. You didn't have to pick between them like you would have in previous relationships.
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acupofinkedblood · 1 day ago
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Medkit and adventurer reader [Be Careful, Again]
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Medkit won’t claim that he’s the most patient doctor ever in Inpherno, but with how much he has to put up with a certain adventurer whose brain is as large as a weirdly mutant grape — in which it might seem a bit bigger than its own kin somewhat, but nonetheless, it’s still the size of a goddamn grape — such as Sword, he’d gladly accept that title to pay up for the endless groan he has to bite back every single moment the young man comes to him
“Try to be careful next time,” he’d sigh, “You haven’t paid the bill you owe me last month”
“Well, that might be a bit of a toughie- But I promise that I will remember it next time I’m back home!”
“Sure you do”
As much as he hates being a doctor, at least he takes this job seriously. It’s not like he can refuse whenever Sword needs his aid anyway. He always has a bit of a soft spot for this guy like how one would view an annoying younger brother. Sword probably mesmerizes his lecture about being reckless and all by heart at this point being since that’s mostly what Medkit usually brings up for conversation with him. But then again, that’s still debatable because Medkit doubts his birdbrain can ever remember the details of his nagging. Well, Sword is just Sword, and that’s something he can’t change. Best to learn how to get used to his presence to make things easier, right? Another thing is that Sword does pay him to do so. For someone who has to bathe in a bucket, who is he to ever refuse a bit of extra bux? It’s still a hassle though, to deal with Sword’s injuries and stuff
One Sword is definitely enough to be a pain in the ass, so imagine how Medkit’s jaw would have dropped when this stupid young man decided to have the goddamn audacity to drag another person to his place and asked him to heal them. Safe to say, Medkit almost choked on his coffee when that time arrived earlier than he would have expected. Rocket doesn’t count though, that’s a whole different story
Not because he was stunned because Sword technically banged his apartment’s door down, but rather out of spite because of the nerves this adventurer had. When he announced that you’re his new companion for his adventure trip, Medkit wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry at the news. Hell, he’d probably need a smoke break if you and Sword share a brain cell - which unfortunately for the doctor, his worries aren’t misplaced
You are technically another headache that the up and beyond decided to throw directly into his face, as if Sword alone isn’t a nuisance to deal with already, now he has two idiots to keep an eye on. With how much he has to treat Sword after each adventure, he dreads the idea of you will be the same way that boy is: Too naive and too reckless. It’ll just add up to his already occupied backache served with a side of the distress when he will have to worry about you two’s safety in case he also tolerates you like how Sword manages to worm into his life without a warning
One would say that being dragged by your companion to a stranger — who he claimed was the best doctor ever, a bit unconvincing but then here goes nothing — after you got yourself in a not-so-pretty mess all black and blue isn’t the best first impression that one could think of. But hey, it’s not like you can do anything about it. Before you have the time to object, Sword already threw you over his shoulder and rushed back to Crossroads. He brought you to this certain doctor who he trusted so much
It’s predictable, but that’s your first impression of Medkit: Looking at Sword with a frown that’s basically saying “You definitely have some explanation for me before I drag you down by the horns” as he unconsciously reaching out for the distinguished cigarette in the ashtray again with that expression which you can only describe as if he’s about to gasp then faint dramatically in offense like in medieval times. To respond to that, you can only grin out of confusion as you watch the man goes through five stages of grief within a few seconds
Sword, being the lovable idiot that he is, chimes in to ease the invisible tension without even aware of his eye twitches due to annoyance
“Don’t you worry about the bux, Medkit! We can take care of it next time when me and my pal get our stuff back”
“Wait, by that, you means..?”
“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind me and my buddy dropping by more often in the future!”
Oh yes Sword, yes he does mind when the two of you decide it’s a brilliant idea to assign him to be your official caretaker out of nowhere. Though he does get paid to do so, at least have some consideration for him when having to deal with two idiots at the same time, no? And the fact Sword just trusts people so easily that he thinks it’s completely fine to bring a stranger to the doctor’s doorstep, it’s questionable. Sometimes Medkit has to question if Sword’s naivety is a blessing or a curse, and then he comes to the conclusion that Sword’s kindness is just genuinely too stupid to even understand
And that marks the start of Medkit having to involuntarily take another dumbass of an adventurer — no offense, he meant it in a lightheartedly way, probably? — under his wings
It does take quite the time before he grown a better tolerance to you like how he did with Sword. You can’t really tell him to just let his guard down when he barely knows you in person, right? Even when after that first meet, Sword does fill him in about your entire character in details so he can be less worried. But Medkit knows Sword longer than just any average Inphernals do, and he knows that this guy was too caring for his own good sometimes. It’s easy to impress someone like him, and that paves the perfect path to gain his trust. Yet Medkit isn’t that easy to get through though. He has to be certain that you will possess no potential harm to him first. Sword can trust you from the start, but Medkit prefers to play it safe
He originally meant to keep a distance with you unless Sword is there to force the circumstances of which requires his aid, even when he suspects that you’re barely younger or a tad bit older than Sword, this man can’t just go ahead and be comfortable around you immediately. Can’t blame him though, if you have known the trauma he endured since the very beginning before he first reached the warm embrace of the sunlight
But then again and again, you keep showing up in front of his door whenever you can’t bear the pain no more. During the few first times, Sword has to drag you to Medkit because of your stubbornness that insists that you’re fine even when it’s obvious that you are far than just ‘fine’. That has been going on for long enough, even with your companion’s reassurance that surely the doctor won’t be bothered of your appearance — Medkit, however, was still holding his neutral yet ready to get defensive attitude when it comes to you — you still get cold feet when thinking of how you will have to see that unpleasant expression of Medkit again as if you were a burden
As much as Medkit prefers to put up that nonchalant facade alongside with the infamous aloof attitude, he still has some underlying concern for others hidden behind that tough exterior he built by himself. Seeing you like that doesn’t sit right to him. You act as if he’s a boogeyman haunting the children’s hospital and steal other young patients’ candies. Sure, he might look a bit unapproachable, but surely not to that extent, right? Being asocial as he is, Mekdit doesn’t really mind at first. But as he noticed just how tensed up you are as if you tried to be on your best behavior in front of a strict adult — and it’s already multiple times despite Sword’s presence to ease it up — he isn’t having it so far. At least if you are being dragged here for him to treat your wounds, then all he asks is that you for you to stop being such a wreck like he is about to eat you alive. Have some trust in his professionalism even when he doesn’t actually have a license and calm your nerves down, damn it. Your demeanor catches his attention enough to forget that whole thing of keeping a distance. Because then again, as Medkit thinks about it, what can you possibly do? He doesn’t know you well enough to determine whether or not you are a bad apple, but since you manage to be friends with Sword, he might or might not assume your intelligence based on that decision of yours. The point is, he soon comes to his senses that you will bring no harm, as he hasn’t noticed any ill intentions coming from you based on his observations for a good while
That realization does the both of you quite a favor. Medkit takes it easy on you, not keeping that intimidating glance to urge you to keep your distance anymore. It’s a positive change, even when it’s a tad bit subtle as Medkit doesn’t seem to be the type to show his emotions well. In his mind, he has already shown his tolerance to you. Whether you can pick it up or not is just a matter of time, and hey, you’re probably going to have a tough time trying to recognize the change of attitude coming from Medkit. It’s not that clear as he thinks it is after all
Regardless of that, you soon find yourself to be less anxious at the presence of the doctor. Mostly because of Sword’s reassurance rather than Medkit’s attempt to appear less hostile to neutral, but hey, that’s still a win for each side. Medkit is a man of few words, you have figured it out. But he does have this certain sense of humor which is even dryer than a sunburned fish which makes you feel less anxious. Most of those are sarcastic remarks, yes, but he means well. Medkit doesn’t mind if you respond to his sarcasm or not, though after a few attempts of trying to do so, it’s actually not that bad. He doesn’t bite after all, as long as you know your manners
As a fellow adventurer, danger is always present during your journey. Getting injured is a normal thing at this point. Yet unlike before, you two have a medic in which you can turn to this time. Sword used to have to drag you to see Mekdit, yet now you already have the courage to seek him out on your own without it being against your will. Your visit to Medkit has a high frequency from that day. Sometimes it’s you who have to pull Sword by his cape to meet Medkit, oh how the turned table. It does take quite the time for you to achieve that sort of inner strength, but since Medkit doesn’t really mind as long as you still pay him in times, you just decided to roll the dice at this point. Aside from Sword, you have become a regular patient knocking on his apartment. He does let you off if you can’t pay him just yet, probably transfer it on Sword’s bills. But hey, his company isn’t actually that bad. You soon grow fond of the doctor’s company, as sometimes he also provides you a couple of good advice coming from his experiences too. Medkit is like that standoff type of a trusted adult, you know you can turn to him whenever you’re at a tough spot. He might sigh aloud as a little protest, but you know he still cares. At least he tries to
“Medkit, we’re back!”
Medkit looks rather unamused as you make your way into his apartment while carrying a smiling Sword on your back. The two of you really share a brain cell, that alone should explain the similar smile you both keep on your faces even when it’s obvious that you and Sword look as if you two just survive an explosion. Rubbing his eyes in mild disbelief, Medkit can’t help but groan
“What did you two do this time”
“Well,” you grin, “Just the typical thrill of the adventures. Although, Sword sprained his ankle, I think?”
“And?”
Medkit keeps his gaze on you, waiting for you to report your own condition to him before he has to check it out himself. You can still walk on your own, which is better than the swordsman on your back. However that doesn’t mean you’re any better when it comes to physical injuries. You do notice the judging look on Medkit, and as a response, you can only sigh in defeat. Hiding things from a doctor isn’t the wisest move, you know? You don’t go and see a medic while bringing a huge basket of apples from the avoiding-my-problem garden, Medkit will probably shove an apple in your mouth if you dare to do so. An apple a day keeps a doctor away after all. There is no point in beating around the bush, so you just mumble quickly under your breath
“And I might or might not been stabbed in the stomach-”
Medkit literally facepalmed himself on spot when you say that. He almost drags you by the horn and lecturing the hell out of you. Why do you think it’s a good idea to carry someone on your back when your wound is barely patched up? You could have lose more than just blood! But then Medkit holds himself back since there is a high chance that Sword will be fallen off your back and then things will just get even more messier. And he is too poor to even acquire a new good attitude for the day, so he’d rather avoid spending on unnecessary change of broken stuff
If Medkit has a bux whenever he has grown to care for an idiot of an adventurer that just hopped into his life with no warning, he will have two bux. Which isn’t a lots, but it’s weird how it has happened twice. That’s being said, you managed to achieve his tolerance. Congratulations! Although it’s not much of a privilege, you do have someone new that cares for your well-beings in the very moment. Just don’t die on him, Medkit genuinely think he can’t take that shock
Another day, another oddly peaceful moment in his own apartment. The day has been going slow for the doctor ever since he decided to hide away from his fellow cultists at Crossroads. The cult hasn’t contacted him just yet, though Medkit can’t seem to get used to the unusual tranquility just yet. He feels like he has been walking on eggshells as far as his memory can travel. It’s infuriating, how much of a tight spot his life has been cornering him. Putting the book down before distinguishing the almost burnt out cigarette in between his fingers, Medkit relaxes his facial expression slightly as he stares into nowhere. Peace, he has soon forgotten how peace actually feels like ever since his life takes a left turn with that rotten bastard. Sword’s unannounced appearance alongside with you does distract him from his worries slightly. You two are just pipsqueaks in his eyes no matter how tall you get physically, and before Medkit knows it, he already looks out for you two like how an older brother would. He cares for Sword, he cares for you. Medkit won’t have it another way, at least in this vulnerable moment of his mental
Then again, as if getting too sentimental on one’s own is forbidden, because Medkit almost flies off the couch when the sudden bangs against the door suddenly knocks out of the blue which indeed ruins his very own rare moment of silence in his mind. His eye immediately moves the front door where the sound occurs. His body tenses up slightly at the possibility of who can be there. For a good moment, Medkit keeps his mouth shut for his own safety. He prays to whoever up there that it’s not anyone from the Cult of True Eye, because then his life will probably take another dark turn if that even happens
“Medkit! Medkit, are you home?”
“Keep your voice down! And you’re poking my wounds man!”
Wait, that’s just his idiots’ voices. Two of his idiots who are just kids in his eyes, to be specific. Two of his idiotic adventurers who he views as his younger siblings yet at the same time also the harbingers of headache whenever they come to visit him, to be even more specific
Medkit lets out of a deep sigh in relief. At least it’s just them, not anyone else. But with how urgent Sword’s voice is, he probably shouldn’t be too happy just yet. If Medkit isn’t hearing things, then your voice sounds as if you’re in pain. That’s definitely not a good sign. Damn, his horns will probably turn gray soon because of the two of you. The doctor immediately sits up from the couch then makes his way towards the door to open it up. And just like he expected, you two are even louder when there is no door serving as an obstacle to muffle the sound
“I told you I’m fine! It’s not like I’m about to die there,” you grumble as if you’re about to bite your companion’s head, “You’re basically dangling my body damnit!”
“I’m just worried, you look like everything but fine!” Sword protests, “Plus it’s not that bad. You don’t let me carry you after all!”
“Are you two done?”
It’s comedic how the two of you immediately stop bickering when Medkit’s annoyed voice breaks it out. At that moment, the doctor decides to look over to the state of you two. Sword looks fine somewhat compared to the questionable state you are looking now. SFOTHs above, you look like you just got revived from death
None of you or Sword dares to speak up even more. But your eyes already say enough for Medkit to understand. Though before that, as the doctor glances over to how Sword is currently carrying your arm around his neck, he frowns as the position is definitely not comfortable for you at the very moment at all. He offers his arms, carefully yet firmly taking your damaged body from Sword before shoots the swordsman a warning glare
“That’s not the way for you to carry a patient,” Medkit scoffs as he holds you, “You might as well break their arm while you’re at it”
Sword looks down like a guilty puppy that is just accused of something bad. But Medkit knows him, he will get back to his sunshine and rainbow state soon enough. It’s barely noontime, and the two of you are making a fuss in front of his apartment. All he wishes at the moment is for no one to make any complaints because that will just make things worse in Medkit’s situation. You and Sword combined can be way worse than a newly-bought speaker sometimes. In another sense, it can be pretty annoying
The doctor shoots his glare back at you, but then quickly closes his eye with a deep exhale to calm his own nerves. He can’t help but mumbling a few curses before putting on his no-nonsense business face. He can’t really take his irritation out on neither any of you, he knows better than that. In addition, you’re also hurt, so it’s best that he takes you inside for proper treatment first
“Come inside then,” he gestures you both to enter, “Let me have a look. And Sword, close the door too”
Thankfully, the wounds aren’t anything too serious aside from a few scrapes and bruises. A part of Medkit is relieved because he won’t have to treat any broken bones today, which means you’re still smart enough to a certain extent to avoid such misfortune during your little adventure. For someone with such a stern face, it’s quite the pleasant surprise when you figure out he can be rather pretty gentle while treating his patient. Or to be specific, you. Medkit makes sure that everything is alright with you, asking you if the bandages are too tight or telling you to take it easy when he cleanse the cut. He does take his job seriously after all, don’t be so dumbfounded. Time passes by with Medkit carefully dressing your arm up in silence. Out of the blue, Sword decides to break the ice by start to ramble on what happened to keep the doctor on updates even when no one asked him just yet. It’s the thought that counts
Turned out the two of you were playing the heroes. Spotting a group of bandits in the outskirt of Lost Temple, jumping in to fight them because of the convincing argument being ‘bad guys have to get their butts kicked’ — Sword’s words, not his — and then as expected, you claimed the victory after dragging all of them down to the nearest police station. You might or might not have let your tongue go a bit too far while taunting those bandits, which pushed their buttons away too far. One thing that none of you can foresee was how one of the thieves managed to break free, and the first thing the bastard decided to do was charging directly at you. The intention was as clear as day: If he had to go down, he would go lower by bringing another life with him. Of course, it caught you off guard. Sword interfered in time before the criminal could pull the trigger of his gun which was aimed at your forehead, yet it did give you quite the fright, no? Not to mention how he did put up a good fight against you when you were distracted too, so it was understandable when Sword had to bring you to Medkit. It wasn’t fatal, but you looked like you were dragged all over the hot sand by a cart - can you blame Sword for being a worrywart?
Medkit could only shake his head as the tale is finished. Why is he not surprised anymore at this point?
That’s definitely something the you two will do: Risking your own safety for this confident sense of justice no matter the cost. Personally, Medkit can’t understand it. He can’t understand you or Sword, maybe he’s just a coward. Though one thing about Medkit is that despite not giving a damn about this whole interfering in other’s business with high and mighty attitude — he can’t even look out for himself, let alone meddling in other’s business — since that’s just straight up asking for more troubles upon his own self, he isn’t exactly heartless. He still has some people that he genuinely cares about in his own way, like you and Sword. Hell, the two of you are certainly a package deal of an once in a lifetime’s kind of hassle, but the doctor is used to it by now
“Sword, go to the kitchen and get me a some ice. Then come back so I can check up on you as well”
At Medkit’s words, Sword stops fidgeting with his cape before nodding slightly. It’s best to keep Sword pacing around, since Medkit learns that making Sword sit still with nothing to do while he is treating you will make the swordsman rather uncomfortable. Sword has too much enthusiasm stored inside his body which makes him similar to a ball of energy, and no one in their right mind should try to tie that ball down into one place. So when Medkit tells Sword to go and find what he needs, you do see why he does that. Slumping down to be comfortable on the sofa, you avert your eyes from nowhere to his face. Medkit doesn’t look at you directly in the eyes just yet, though he does speak up while he is cupping your face to push it aside just to check if there is any wounds left on your head
“What did I say about this?”
By ‘this’, he means the lecture he goes over and over again about you being reckless while you’re traveling around with Sword. Though technically speaking, you don’t see it coming since the bandit charged directly at you when you least expect it. But please pardon him, his doting is just a slight facade of care he uses to make himself clear in front of you. That’s just how he is, as the idea of caring about your safety like a mother hen doesn’t sit right with him. Emotion isn’t his strong suit, keep that in mind. Call it tough love is not wrong at all, but hey, it’s not exactly that tough
“Well,” you sigh begrudgingly like a disobedient child, “Always keep an eye on my surroundings, never put my guard down and be prepared for the worst…I know, I know”
“Very well. Keep that in mind next time then. But it’s good to know that there isn’t any serious potential risk, or else thing can be much more complicated”
He lets your head go after a good moment of examining it in a meticulous manner. Medkit was about to make a sarcastic remark at how despite there is no sign of brain damage, you still seem to unable to comprehend his words despite repeating it all the times. Though upon looking at your sulky expression, he decides to take it easy on you today
“I’m glad that you’re safe”
“Huh?”
Medkit’s words catch you off guard as you look up in surprise. Your ears aren’t playing tricks on your mind, although it’s just a quiet murmur, you actually hear it word by word. The doctor already plays it off casually as he looks to the other side mindlessly, as if his words earlier were simply but a gust of wind passing through. Believe it or not, he actually feels embarrassed when saying that aloud. Usually his thoughts will be kept to himself, yet seeing you like that does make his shoulders less tensed up. Because you’re fine. That alone is everything he wants to know at the moment. Will he repeat himself to your amusement? Definitely not a chance. But of course, you heard it loud and clear. He was worried for you, even felt relived when acknowledging that you’re alright. It brings a sly smile on your face. It’s not often that you have the chance to witness Medkit being soft, it’s definitely something to be proud of, even when the said moment is rather rare to catch
Mekdit can read your thoughts, no, it’s not exactly thoughts when it’s literally written all over your face. That growing grin of yours only adds up to his theory. He immediately clicks his tongue as a mild gesture of protest since he knows that you’re not going to let him get away with that
“Don’t you dare,” he warns, “You hear nothing”
“But you do care!”
“One more word of that and I will be charging you double”
“Oh c’mon! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” your laughter causes Medkit to physically groan, no hard feelings though, so rest assured, “You’re like a mother hen, you know?”
When that sentence is said by you, Medkit cringes at the mental image when he’s like a babysitter for the both of you like a mother hen. He can cringe all he wants, but there is no point in arguing because he does act like a doting know-it-all parental figure to you. Once again, emotional aspect isn’t Medkit’s specialty, so he doesn’t really know how to comfort others or what comes with it. Yet in your eyes, you realize that he does it in his own way. Not with sugarcoating words or gentle pats, but with a reality check to keep you on your feet. Sometimes with guidance too. Not to mention how he tends to your wounds no matter how much he acts like it’s a bother to him. Maybe you don’t know Medkit enough to know him inside out, but you do understand his characteristics to a certain extent in which you can be sure when saying that he actually worry for you
It’s actually sweet, considering how stoic Medkit makes himself to appear in front of others
“Is this enough ice?”
Eventually, Sword comes back just in time to see you smiling proudly on the cough while Medkit is resting his hand against his forehead in defeat because of how cheeky you have been acting. Though when he sees the amount of ice in Sword’s has hands, he facepalms himself to drag his own mind back to reality. Medkit gestures Sword to sit down. He attentively picks the ice up from the adventurer’s hands to move it on the coffee table instead. Ripping a small piece of bandage to make a small cloth, he places one of the ice pieces inside then wraps it up carefully. Without another wasted moment, he turns back to you with the wrapped up ice in his hand
“Keep this on your cheek,” Medkit presses the ice against your face until your own hand reaches up to hold it, “Keep it there, I’m going to check on Sword now”
You chirp a sound of positive acknowledgment to Medkit. When he turns away to tend to Sword, you can’t help but look at your companion. You two share a brain cell after all, even when it’s just metaphorically. But Sword already knows what are you thinking at the moment, hence the smile quickly appears on his face. You title your head to get in the way between Medkit and Sword with a shit eating grin much to the doctor’s surprise
“Can we get some juices after this?”
“Ugh, again with that childish drink?”
“Hey! It’s not childish,” you disagree with a lighthearted giggle, “You’re no fun, Medkit!”
You and Sword both laugh aloud at Medkit’s response. Childish, that’s what he always uses to describe you two. Medkit just shakes his head once again as headache number one — which is Sword — and headache number two — of course, you — look at him expectantly with that smile of mischief. What did he get himself into again? He should really charge the two of you extra as the babysitting fees in the future. But for now, he simply huffs after flicking your head first to push you aside
“You two are impossible”
Whether Medkit agrees or not is up to your skill of negotiating, that means you still have a chance to bound with him through that silly request of yours! A win is still a win, but his answer still remains a mystery as he has to focus on taking care of Sword’s wound. This noon’s tranquility might be ruined by you two’s appearance, but it’s not necessary a bad thing. If anything, Medkit is not upset with it. It’s just you after all. You do keep his mind distracted from those bad thoughts. And even when he doesn’t say this out loud, he’s glad that everything is still within control
But most importantly, he’s glad that his idiots are still safe and sound, enough for them to laugh it off like this
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
Note: Out of the blue, I’m carving for something sweet and refreshing in the middle of the night while writing this ♪(´ε` )
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audliminal · 2 days ago
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It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 4 Redux
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Tim turns his head at the soft their of a grappling hook, and a moment later, Steph joins him on the roof of the building.
"Not much happening tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess," Cars rush past on the street below. The city is as alive as it ever is, but somehow the night feels unnervingly quiet. He knows he should be glad that everything’s calm right now; it meas people are safe, happy. There’s not a single sign of explosions or alarms going off in their vicinity, and that’s the goal.
"You don't sound very sure about that," Steph says, stepping up beside Tim and elbowing him lightly.
"Yeah," Tim watches as a stupidly expensive sports car changes lanes without signaling. The person behind them has to hit the brakes, and the blare of a car horn cuts through the relative quiet. It’s rude as hell, and technically it is illegal behavior, but it’s not the kind of thing a vigilante can solve, so he stays put on the roof.
"Okay, you're being weird,” Steph cuts through the prolonged silence. “What's up?"
Tim shrugs.
"Guess I'm just used to emergencies," He knows Steph wouldn't be weird about him bringing up Bernard, but he feels crazy enough, thinking about Bernard’s game. The last thing he wants is the other bats saying anything about it. And he really doesn’t want to make it sound like he’s compromised.
"Okay..." Steph trails off. "I mean I guess it has been pretty hectic for a while. Takes a bit of time to come down from all that?"
Tim is saved from having to respond by the sound of Oracle cutting into comms.
"Red Robin, Spoiler, looks like a store robbery in progress and you're the closest. Head for the intersection of 25th and Oak."
"Got it," Tim answers with some relief. He doesn't wait for Steph's response; just steps back, and takes a running jump off the building, glad to be on the move again.
Pretty soon they're both dropping in on a pair of goons. One of them is aiming their gun directly at a frazzled-looking employee, who doesn't seem interested in putting up a fight.
Two-on-two makes it an incredibly easy fight though, and it's almost over before it begins, with both of them able to sneak up on the distracted thugs as the cashier hurriedly pulls money out of the cash register. Once they're both in position, it's easy enough to grapple, disarm, and restrain them in a flurry of movement, and the criminals never get a chance to even process the arrival of the bats.
"Not today, I think," Spoiler says as she handcuffs her guy. "Threatening people with guns is a real dick move, y'know?" Tim gets his guy handcuffed and turns to the startled employee.
"Cops on the way yet?" He gets a frantic nod, and Tim surveys the shop as he waits for the sirens. They'll bounce just before the cops get here, but until then, he wants to look around for any signs of something bigger. The two would-be thieves seem too shocked and terrified at the appearance of bats to be proper goons, but they could still be bait, or a distraction of some kind. And the shop itself could theoretically have been targeted. He lets Spoiler guard the thieves, and makes a quick loop of the aisles, scanning for anything of interest, but when he finds nothing of note, he silently falls back in beside Spoiler.
"Right, the police are almost here, so we're gonna bounce!" Spoiler announces, just as Tim returns to her side. "Tell your boss I said you should get hazard pay for the night, 'kay?" and then she bounces out the same way they came in. Tim nods once at the employee and then follows.
He changes directions once he's on the rooftops again, though. He’d felt his wrist buzz approximately six times as he cased the shop, and that many messages means it’s either Bernard or one the Young Justice crowd. Either way, he’d rather check his messages in peace, so he grapples over to a nice out of the way spot, and checks his wrist computer.
Dude
Babe, holy shit
Like seriously
This is fucking crazy
Like I cannot believe they replied to us
Us!!!
Attached to the series of texts is a screenshot of Bernard’s phone, open to the forum he’d shown Tim. Falling back onto the flats of his feet, Tim closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then looks closer at the screenshot.
At first glance, he can't tell what language it's supposed to be. It looks like it might be Romantic in origin, but a couple spellings look almost Slavic in nature, and there's only two and a half lines, which really isn't much to go off of.
It's certainly an interesting development, to say the least. He should be excited. This is a new clue for the mystery, after all.
No way! Tim sends back.
Yeah! U busy? Comes the immediate response. And like, technically the answer is yes, Tim supposed. But Steph literally just pointed out how calm things are tonight, and he can already tell he won't be able to focus, with this news.
"Um," Tim says into his comm. "I think I'm gonna call it for tonight."
"Something wrong?" Bruce asks immediately, all gruff-batman-voice.
"No, just- it's slow tonight, and Bernard wants my help with something so I thought it would be fine. If you want me to finish my patrol, I can." He can't help it. Even now, he always kind of feels like he isn't doing enough to be a good vigilante.
"Nah, kid. I think we'll be fine without you." Hood answers, unsurprisingly.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah go make out with your boyfriend or whatever."
Tim smiles at Hood's usual snark. It’s familiar in a steadying sort of way. He used to blush furiously whenever the others teased him about Bernard, but now it just feels like an easy constant. It’s maybe the most normal thing in his life, if he’s being honest.
"Okay. I'll make sure to get my report submitted by eight, promise." Tim is already en route to the nearest safe-house where he can change out of the suit, when he remembers he hasn't responded to Bernard yet.
Heading home rn. My place or yours? He hits send and then takes off once more. Excited to see his boyfriend, and determined to work through the newest puzzle.
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areswasneverhere · 2 days ago
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Summary: Sam finds a part-time job to make a living and meets a sweet coworker who steals all his time and his heart.
Pairings: Fast food worker!Sam Winchester x coworker!reader. Set right before season 1, therefore Stanford!Sam. coworkers to lovers kinda. f!reader. height difference. Finally glasses wearing!reader.
warnings: fluff, use of (y/n), brief mention of body insecurity, not edited
word count: 3.6 k
-this is my first real oneshot because i haven't written fics in so long, bare with me and give me advice or comment. i love love this community so pls do mwah <3
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study, work, sleep. that's all you do at this point in your life. after moving out of your shitty household, away from your family to finally have the independence you always craved.however, you didn't expect this freedom to get you to be working the night shift in a fast food place on the side of the road, near your college dorms just to make 10 bucks an hour. your mother called it “honest work”, you called it bullshit. 
the days blurred together; class, work, study, sleep – if barely 4 hours counted as sleep. you wake up at six, chug coffee (that never seemed strong enough), sit through lectures half-conscious, clock into a job you hate, go home, repeat. it's mundane, but you told yourself that this was adult life now. it's the freedom you had been craving right? so you didn't complain.
you thanked your lucky star every day that your parents begrudgingly paid for your studies. not many had that. they worked harder than ever to continue to pay for your tuition, extra hours and all. deep down, it made you feel kind of bad. it's one of the reasons why you signed up for that stupid job you hate anyway. to help them in any way you could, because you could see the dirty looks they gave you every time they paid for your studies. you hated being codependent so might as well show them you're not a complete disappointment.
after finishing your studies, you put on the flashy yellow polo shirt with the bland logo on your left pec; unconsciously tugging at its mid section that highlight the squish of your body in ways that make you feel uncomfortable. you scoot into your jeans and reach for your glasses on the nightstand, putting them on comfortably on your nose bridge. let's get this show on the road.
and sam, poor sam, he on the other hand was stressed the fuck out. he wasnt supposed to be here, he was supposed to be buried nose deep in law text books. or spending his nights in the library. maybe to prove to himself - or to his dad - when this was all over that he was still useful and independent like a normal person. but sam was far from normal and that was clear.
“you think life’s hard, sammy? Try hunting things that wanna rip you apart.” either his brother or dad would have said, but he didnt care. he wanted a family, but he didn't have the luxury of it. instead he was standing under the flickering fluorescent lights of the fast food joint he found to work, wearing a name tag with a name that barely felt like his own; ‘sam winchester’. 
sure he was far from home, far from the stress of his family but deep down he still felt like he was running. running from what? maybe his responsibilities. no. it wasn't his responsibility to pick up after his father. 
he wasn't looking forward to being the new guy at work, once again having to be thrown into something he'd just have to adapt to. but it wasnt so bad. he had friends in his university, the same one you happened to go to. he had jess, brady, zach, and luis. it wasn't all bad. he bet zach would have a laugh if he saw how ridiculous he looked in this awful uniform. 
his boss was talking, but he was barely listening, his thoughts too clouded by sleep as they walk down the backrooms of the restaurant and towards the kitchen. where coincidentally, you just walked into. and oh boy the moment he spots you, its like a breath of fresh air, you looked around the same age as him and just as tired. maybe he wouldn't be such a sore thumb in this new job after all. 
you clock into work, waving at your coworkers with a polite smile like you always do. according to your boss, this friendly nature and facade was one of the reasons you were always ‘employee of the month’; you almost scoff at the idea. you, a student doing the bare minimum to survive got you this title. It really shows how shitty this joint is, how little effort the employees put in. this ��hard earned’ title is also the reason why you spot your boss and a tall young man wearing the employee uniform standing by his side walking towards you with purpose.
“(y/n), we've got a new employee joining our team. As an employee of the month, i want you to train him and show him the ropes, alright? good luck” he says without a breach for protest or a reply. you stand there for a few seconds, rather awkwardly as you and the pretty boy in front of you stare at each other. you push up your glasses, pursing your lips ever so slightly as you think of something to say. this was never asked of you, you were used to just keeping your head down and doing your job, now you were being asked to train a new employee. that's fine.
 “Hi.” he greets first, extending his hand politely. this act made your shoulders relax, the warm tone in his voice was enough to break the awkward silence. you are quickly drawn to his eyes, sweet, puppy dog green-brown eyes. it was actually overwhelming as you instinctively look him up and down. 
you clear your throat, jerking your hand forward and grasping his hand; shaking it ever so slightly. you hear him let out a quiet chuckle, your cheek flare in embarrassment as you realize he's laughing at your awkwardness. but it isn't mocking, it's genuinely sweet. “hi! uh-so…im (y/n)” you finally cut through the silence you allowed to linger for far too long.
“sam” he replies kindly, so kindly it made you want to squish him. cuteness aggression. “you'll…train me?” he adds, eyes darting down to your still joined hands. but he didn't pull away, surprisingly enough, but you do as to maintain professionalism even though every inch of you was begging for you to just hold this cute boy's hand. 
“yup, thats what – yeah thats what im here to do – yes.” you stutter out, scolding yourself internally for acting like this. it made you feel like a weirdo. this boy walks into your life, and within a few minutes makes you feel nervous. you love it. “come” you add, swiftly, turning on your heels and walking down towards the staff down near the back of the building just for some basic instructions to get him on his feet.
the next 2 hours were actually fun. he made training feel like bonding rather than work. you help him with the basics; food safety, customer service, register training, efficiency, all the things that keep this crappy fast food joint up and running like the good employee you are. you two manage to talk so much about your lives during that time, that you don't think you've laughed that much in forever. 
you wipe down the counters, the restaurant’s flow of customers slowing down just enough for you to do a general sweep of the kitchen and keep up with the health and safety protocols bestowed upon you. your wrist starts to hurt as you wipe down the counter next to the grill, eyes darting to sam as he readies to cook more of the burgers, which you had taught him to do. “this job is gonna kill me” you mutter, half joking and gently rolling your wrist around as it starts to get sore from all the effort being put into wiping the single smudge of grease on the counter. “feels like ill spend my entire life here, like i aint moving forward, you know?”
sam exhales a laugh, his hand pausing their movements on the grill as he takes in your words. he knew exactly how that felt, its how he used to feel every day living with his dad and brother. more his dad. john winchester was never known for being warm. “yeah, i get that.” he agrees, pausing for a beat to think. “i guess im just used to it, you know. moving, working, not really having the time for – you know, a life” 
his words piqued your interest, putting the dirty rag in the water bucket to pay full attention to him. “yeah? how come?”
“my family business.” he shrugs lightly but it felt forced. “my dad mostly. he had me and my brother in the…hunting business since we were little, town to town, never settling down.” he scrapes crumbles of dried burger buns from the counter absentmindedly, thoughts consuming his head. “this whole…stanford thing is probably the longest i've settled down without him breathing down my neck”
his tone makes your heart clench, though you've only met today, it felt like you knew this boy more than most of the people in this job and your university combined. to be fair, you didn't meet many people. you walk over to the side of the kitchen, sounds of cutlery and pots banging in the background seemed to fade with the importance of your conversation. “thats why you got this job?” you ask cautiously
“yeah. mostly. i just wanted to do something normal.” he confessed, shifting on his feet and following your activity by grabbing the spatula sitting by the grill and going back to what he was practicing previously; flipping patty’s. “no hunting, no family to worry about…even if its –” he gestures to the air around us, glaring at the fluorescent lights above. “this. even if it kind of sucks” you stifle a chuckle, knowing he was right. it surprised you how much this boy and you were alike but also so different. it was a breath of fresh air. 
you felt like you already knew a lot about him, not all the details, but enough to make you want to dig up more. he was struggling to flip a burger with the spatula. you were watching in amusement by the side of the room, admiring him as he sticks his tongue out and attempts to wedge the spatula under the patty one more time before giving up. “here, let me help” you call out loudly enough for him to hear you but not loud enough to be annoying; the unconscious insecurity of being heard after all. you reach him in a quick few steps, standing beside him and placing a gentle hand on top of his holding the tool.
with practiced precision, you help him push the spatula under the meat patty and swiftly flip it over. your eyes are locked on the food in front of you, not realizing the intimate position you've put both of you in. “ah yes, the mighty spatula is rather hard to work with” you muse lightheartedly, earning a laugh from Sam above you which sends a sense of pride through you.
“this is a weapon i cannot handle” he replies back in the same tone, playing along with you as you work the food for him. your grip on his hand was comforting, warm. it was rare for him to allow this kind of physical contact, but it just felt right with you. and you felt the same. 
by the time you realized the position you were in, it made your heart skip a beat. eyes slowly wander up, finally taking in the prominent height difference between the two of you. your eyes meet and it just feels so sweet, warm. a flicker of understanding passes through the two of you, a desire to want to be around each other without fear of judgement or embarrassment. you remember the words he said earlier, feeling the need to speak, you do. “for what its worth, i think its impressive. your independence…and you're not half-bad at flipping burgers” you tease affectionately which sparks another genuine chuckle from him. 
sam feels the tension on his shoulders melt away. “yeah you think so?” he purred. 
“no, you still suck. but you’re getting there” you reply playfully, both of you laughing together. your eyes catch a smudge of ketchup on his cheek, you had no idea how it got there but you instinctively reach to wipe the condiment from his cheek with your other hand.
it makes him flinch for a split second, making you pause. but then he leans into your palm, your thumb continuing its previous motion and wiping the ketchup from his cheek ever so gently. your hand lingers for longer than necessary, but he doesn’t seem to mind. the smile on his lips growing wider, seemingly excited. it makes your face burn and you pull away, dropping both your hands to your side.
you slowly peel yourself from him, letting out a hearty laugh and fixing the tacky uniform; tugging at its collar as the air around the two of you seems to shift. sam’s eyes cast down for a split second, seeming almost disappointed that you had pulled away. “thanks” he mutters back, eyes back at you. he refused to look away, drawn to you so suddenly as if you were everything he ever needed. 
but before either of you can acknowledge what was happening, you smell fire and hear sizzling. your gaze falls on the patty, gasping as you see it burst into small flames. sam yelps and instinctively pulls away from the grill, waving the spatula around before both of your gazes fall on the fire extinguisher. 
“shit!” you hiss, taking a few steps back from the grill. he acts faster than you, reaching for it while you stand there wide-eyed. WHOOSH. the fire extinguisher goes off loudly, covering everything. by everything, you mean everything. the fire, the grill, and you. the fire was gone but so was the meat we were preparing and your uniform covered in white foam.
that was until the boss burst into the kitchen, looking pissed off but mostly worried for us. “what the hell is going on here?!” he shouts, rightfully so, to be honest, you think. his eyes fall on the charred patty, the grill and you covered in foam while sam holds the extinguisher like a weapon. 
you look over at sam to gauge a reaction out of him just to see him already looking at you. a crack of a smile breaks his look of fear, your face mirrors his until you both break into quiet chuckles. these chuckles grow into belly laughs as you lose it, sam places the fire extinguisher on the floor as you laugh at the idiotic situation you found yourselves in. 
you two didn't get into nearly as much trouble as you thought you would, it just put a microscopic stain on your reputation as an employee and put sam to a bad start. but it seemed to be alright with both of you as you walked back to the dorms of Stanford together at about 7pm.
the night was chilly, grey clouds coating the skies as you two walk side by side in comfortable silence. the moment he found out you go to the same university, he offered to walk you to your dorm building and you agreed without hesitation. skip out on this cute guy walking you? no way.
“i swear my feet are so tired, if one more person asked for extra pickles i was gonna lose it…” you murmur under your breath, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips which sparks a softer one from him almost in agreement. “today was so busy, how are you not exhausted?” you ask, adding onto your previous statement. 
he shrugs ever so slightly, grinning down at you with a bashful expression. “guess im just built different” he muses, you bump your hip with his in return. “or maybe i just wasn't running around as much as you were, you were all like-” he mimics your stressed-out movements, working in an imaginary station which makes you playfully roll your eyes. 
you nudge him with your elbow, biting back a soft grin. “hey, i'm not the rookie here, rookie” you emphasize, he elbows you back in return, his laugh is louder this time. the both of you were internally over the moon; proud you could make each other laugh like this not knowing the other was simply happy with the company.
it was like neither of you wanted to reach your dorms, steps trailing slower than normal. the silence between you two seemed to stretch out comfortably - but you decided to break it. “so stanford?” you ask calmly, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jacket. well, his jacket. the one he insisted you wear after he sprayed you with cold foam.
sam exhales, “well, i needed to get away from my family in some way. where i ended up didn't matter as much” he replied, eyes casting down at the ground as you walk.
“i can understand. your dad doesn't seem like the supportive home-y type” you sympathize, recalling the few things he mentioned about his dad back at the diner. this makes him deflate, guilt stinging your chest as you realize you might have pried too much. “hey, im sorry–” you add quickly, placing a comforting hand on his bicep
to your surprise, he leans into your touch, like hes been carrying this weight for too long. “no, you're okay.” he murmurs. “you're right. my dad isn't really the homey type” he agrees, eyes finally darting from the ground, up at you. well, down at you, again considering the man was a giant.
for a moment, he hesitates as if debating whether to keep going. wondering if you would even care. but the look in your eyes said you would. “my brother…wanted me to stay.” he mutters again, eyes staying locked in yours as you walk. ”i don't think he even knows if i’m alive.” he admits. for a moment it felt like you were the only person he could confide in and vice versa.
“you know…it's so easy to talk to you” sam adds warmly. you could sense the nervousness but genuine interest flowing from him like waves. your hand drops from his arm, brushing against his hand with a feather-like touch for a split second. that split second felt like fire, welcoming fire. 
your nose crinkles ever so slightly at his words, pride and relief rushing through you at his reassuring words. you felt…excitement and triumph. the way he looks at you, his touches and his warmth are all signs that maybe, just maybe, this cute co-worker of yours actually likes you. and before you knew it, you were standing under the arched entryway of your dorm building.
you stop by the entry doors, turning your back to them and facing sam with a grateful smile. he returns it shyly, boldly taking your hands in his. his thumbs run across your knuckles, committing their soft surfaces to memory. he brings your hands to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on them. “thanks for letting me walk you…” he mutters, his voice blending in perfectly with the atmosphere. the crickets, the almost nonexistent breeze of the night.
“you're always welcome to do so” you reply, keeping the intense eye contact from before. you feel the thumping of your heart, growing louder and louder.
“i guess i'll see you tomorrow?...” he continues after a few moments of silence. your palms were clammy but you felt emboldened by his words, placing your hands on his shoulder and using it as leverage to reach his cheek. you hesitate for a few seconds but press up on your toes and brush a quick, warm kiss on his left cheek. his skin was so warm under your lips, you almost didn't want to pull away. but when you do, his eyes are wide with wonder as if he wasn't expecting it but it definitely wasn't unwelcome. 
“...tomorrow” you agree under your breath, slowly pulling your hands from his and stepping back. your hands fumble behind you as you reach for the door knob without looking away from him. the way his uniform hugged his arms, the way it dipped to show the smallest patch skin just below his collar. you wanted to remember it all night. “night sam…” you call out, finally opening the door and stepping into the building. 
sam steps back, eyes lingering on your figure as you walk into the building. a soft sigh escapes his lips, a breath he didn't know he was holding this entire time. it dawned upon him that maybe this whole experience didn't have to be forced. maybe work won't be completely unbearable, not when nights with you like this exist. and little did he know, you felt the same. 
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fandombandomfics · 3 days ago
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The Club (Su-bong/Thanos x Female!Reader)
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Summary: going to the club to celebrate....what could possibly happen?
Warnings: drinking, mentions of drugs, slight smut
Y/N’s POV 
I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror, Su-bong wants me to go to the club tonight. Him and Namgyu are hosting a party for Su-bong moving onto the next round of the rap battles. I smooth out my bodysuit and leather shorts, putting on my boots. It’s summer time so it's a little humid out. After grabbing my purse, I head out towards the club. Once I get there, I walk over to the bouncer and he nods at me. I walk in and can hear the music thumping against the walls as I walk in. 
“Hopefully Thanos isn’t high yet…” I mutter to myself as I descend down the stairs. The smell of alcohol and sweat hits my nose, along with the blaring of the music. I make my way to the bar and order myself a drink, scanning the room to see the familiar purple hair that will stand out to me. I spot him and Namgyu at the vip section, laughing with drinks in their hands. 
“Y/N! Over here!” Su-bong yells over the music. I walk over to him and nod at the bouncer that is guarding the VIP section. He lets me pass and I step over to him, him pulling me into a hug. I hug him back and give Namgyu a small wave. 
“You made it señorita,” He says with the same grin on his face. I give him a small smile and nod, hoping that tonight will go smoothly. 
“Of course I would, wouldn't miss this for the world,” I say and he smiles, gesturing me to sit down. I sit next to Namgyu and Su-bong sits next to me. The night goes smoothly for the most part, Su-bong hitting his vape occasionally and chatting with me and others who join us. 
“You know you look good tonight,” Su-bong says, eyeing me up and down. I look at him as I feel my heart pounding in my chest. 
“Thanks..” I say. Him and I have been friends for years now, he always looked at the women he wanted to hook up with in that way. 
“Don’t look at me like that,” He says, whispering in my ear. I look at him confused and look at him. 
“Like what?” I ask 
“Like you want me to take you, make you mine,” He says, tucking some of my hair behind my ear and resting his hand on my hip. 
“I’m not into hookups, you know that Su,” I say, moving his hand away. He pouts and pulls me closer to him.  
“Who said this was a hookup señorita?” He asks and I look at him dumbfounded. 
“W-w-what?” I ask and he smiles. 
“You heard me, gorgeous,” he says with a playful grin, pulling me closer as he wraps his arm around my waist. Our thighs brush against each other, sending tingles of warmth racing through me. He trails delicate kisses up my shoulder, lingering at my neck, and across my cheek, before finally pressing his soft lips against mine. I kiss him back, and in that moment, everything feels so utterly natural, so right. My heart races as I think, God Y/N, what are you doing??? But just as suddenly as it began, the kiss is gone, leaving a whirlwind of emotions in its wake.
“Taste for later tonight,” he whispers, his voice laced with anticipation.
“Fucking tease,” I say, coming off as more of a desperate whine. He chuckles and looks at Namgyu, signalling that he’s leaving. He nods, giving Su a slight grin before he grabs my arm, taking me to one of the dimly lit backrooms of the club. Once we are inside, he slams the door shut and pins me against it. 
“God, you’re absolutely breathtaking, Y/N,” he breathes, gently cradling my face in his hands. His gaze sweeps over every inch of my features and traces down my body, igniting a thrilling shiver that dances through me. 
“Su-bong…” I whisper, my voice trembling with longing, aching for the warmth of his touch, the intoxicating scent that envelops me, the electric brush of his lips against my skin—his very essence is a balm to my soul.
"No more words are necessary my love....tonight I    will make you truly mine, and I      swear it with all my heart," he declares, his voice filled with unyielding determination. 
(use your imagination for the rest my fellow delulu Squid Game lovers)
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sparklypinkflightsuit · 15 hours ago
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The Island: Entry 2
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Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
A LostAU
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Gore, Violence, Swearing, Death, Alcohol, Plane Crash, Various Inaccuracies
- Entry 1 Here -
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18+ Only
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*flashback*
The sound of chatter and children crying echoed through the bright airport as Bradley clutched at his head, doing little to ease his hangover.
It was too bright and too hot and too loud, and Bradley was beginning to regret last nights over indulgence.

“This is the last time I go on any sort of expedition with you guys.” He groaned, rubbing his face.
“Come on, Rooster! We had a great time, my Bachelor Party would not have been the same without you.” Javy jibed, elbowing Bradley in the ribs.
Bradley shot Javy a look and rolled his eyes, “I don’t understand how none of you are dying of alcohol poisoning right now. I feel like shit.”
“You really should have taken those electrolyte sachets I offered.” Bob grinned from his spot opposite, feeling almost right as rain.
Bradley looked up from his hands, “You mean the diarrhoea meds?”
“Well… it does the job.” Bob chuckled, looking at everyone else who had taken him up on the offer, and were as a result not feeling nearly as bad as Bradley.
“Fine. Lesson learned.” He grumbled.
“Rooster’s just pissed off he couldn’t hack that mechanical bull like I could.” Jake chided, a toothpick pinned between his pearly white teeth.
“Hangman, you’re an actual cowboy so I’m not butt-hurt that you lasted 2 seconds more than I did.”
“Just sayin’.” Jake smirked.
Bradley took a deep swig of water from the bottle he’d bought once they’d made it through security, the heat inside the terminal causing condensation to drip against his shorts.
“Christ, I’m getting too old for this.” He mumbled.
“And yet I’m the one getting married and settling down.” Javy smirked, and Bradley flipped him the bird.
The boys chuckled at this exchange and Bradley’s face broke into a grin.
“I know, I’m happy for you Coyote.” Bradley finally said, his face now softer and kind, although it didn’t last long before the intercom screeched to announce boarding had begun, and he winced as the sound ricocheted around his skull.
“Fucking finally.”
The group boarded, all sat in separate seats but in the same section of the plane.
Bradley had the window seat, and frustration set in as he noticed his seat buddy was a sweaty Middle-Aged gentleman.
“Excuse me, could I just squeeze passed you?” He asked, pointing to his seat at the window.
“Ah yeah, sorry buddy. Let me just get up.” The man struggled out of his middle seat and Bradley moved out of the way to give him space to manoeuvre.
He felt a soft bump into the back of him and looked over his shoulder, annoyance quickly jolting through him.
“Sorry, excuse me.” You apologised, voice soft and distracted. You weren’t looking at Bradley, too fixated on not stepping on anyone’s feet.
His annoyance faded, replaced with admiration at the intense concentration on your face and your knit eyebrows.
“No problem.” Bradley smiled down at you, watching as you squeezed through, angling your carryon carefully so not to whack anyone in the face.
You disappeared down the isle and stuffed your bag above your seat at the back.
“There you go pal.” The sweaty man puffed, his red face hot as he fanned himself with a safety notice pamphlet.
Bradley forced a smile and thanked the man as he squeezed his big body through the tiny gap and wedged himself into the uncomfortable seat.
He tried to sleep as soon as the flight took off, but much to his dismay, something was not letting him.
He had a looming sense of dread that would jolt him awake the second he drifted off, and he eventually, disgruntled and uncomfortable, resorted to passing the time with crappy movies on the small screen in front of him.
By the second movie, the man next to Bradley had been snoring loudly for at least an hour, and he had given up on any hopes of being able to get up and stretch his stiff legs.
There was still 9 hours of flight time left, and the sky had darkened considerably. He was somewhat comforted by the fact that dinner would be served soon, and hopefully the man would wake up for it long enough for Bradley to squeeze past him.
Bradley stretched in his seat, glancing out the window at the vast expanse of dark ocean below, and he wondered for a moment where they were.
Tapping on the tv screen in front of him, he scanned the menu page for maps.
“Where are you…” he mumbled to himself as he flicked through the apps.
Suddenly Bradley’s throat began to tickle, and he cleared his throat which a quick, sharp cough into his arm.
He continued to flick through the apps, passed games and movies and tv shows, and finally he found it.
Just as Bradley was about to tap the maps app, his throat began to burn and he coughed again, his hand stopped mid air as he was overcome with the urge to drink something. He grabbed his water bottle and quickly gulped down half of it as more people began to cough around him.
Bradley stopped and looked around, sniffing the air.
“Shit. That’s smoke.” He murmured. The man beside him was still asleep, so Bradley stood and looked over the seat in front of him instead.
Orange flames flickered from the kitchen and licked at the bottom of the curtain, threatening to spread along the grotty carpet.
A man at the front noticed it first and was already trying to stamp out the fire with his foot.
“Fire! There’s a fire!” Someone else shouted and the cabin broke out into panic. The man besides Bradley woke up with a jolt and began to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“Please sir, stay in your seat.” An air hostess said as she brushed passed him quickly.
The fire was put out as quickly as it has started, but everyone was visibly on edge, coughing through the thick smoke as it was wafted up towards the vents.
Bradley sat back down and buckled himself in, as the pilot’s announcement began. He wasn’t paying much attention at this point, too concerned by the damage the fire may have caused.
The man next to Bradley stood in the isle, trying to flag down an air hostess.
Bradley reached out for the man, uneasy that he was out of his seat suddenly.
“Hey man, I think you should put your seatbelt on-“ Bradley was interrupted by a violent bump of turbulence, and his hands flew out to steady himself against the seat in front of him.
The sweaty man gave Bradley a panicked look as he clung for dear life onto the seat in front of him. He had just made it back into his seat, reaching for his seatbelt, when the second bump hit.
The stows burst open and a hard case flew out and cracked the man’s skull open, his body slumping forward and out of his seat, into the isle.
Panic ensued and people screamed as the turbulence grew more violent, and Bradley stared at the spot where the man was just seconds ago in horror.
He braced himself as the plane shook and people flew from their seats, and suddenly the plane tore open.
Bradley’s hands gripped the arms of his seat so tightly his knuckles turned white, and he made the mistake of looking out of the window.
It was dark but he could sea the ocean, and then suddenly the deep green of the jungle.
The plane rocked and jolted and shook and the next thing he knew, Bradley felt the cool evening air against his skin, and everything went black.
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You had managed to patch up the woman while she was still unconscious, ligating the artery and stitching both sides of her leg closed. You’d gone through several small bottles of alcohol already and the fumes were making you light headed.
You sat back against a tree and breathed deeply through your nose, the adrenaline wearing off and you felt like you were crashing.
“You did a great job, Doc.” Bradley mumbled, swaying on the spot. He looked as pale as a sheet, and suddenly your wooziness was not so important.
“Bradley are you okay?” Bob asked, a hand on Bradley’s arm to steady him. You were watching him closely now as he clutched his bloodied side.
“I’m…I’m fine.” He was sweaty and his skin was quickly losing colour.
You stood to your feet, closing the distance between you and Bradley, steadying him with your hands on his broad shoulders.
“You don’t look it, come here.” You took him by the arm and lead him to lay down where you’d sat against the tree.
You lifted his shirt and winced, trying not to gasp out loud.
“Oh good Lord.” Bob breathed, hovering over you.
“What?” Bradley looked down, “Fuck! I thought I broke a rib. Is… this worse or better?”
You thought for a moment as you inspected the long, thick stick that impaled Bradley’s side.
“Uh… in terms of healing, better, but in terms of infection… possibly worse, I’m gonna need to really clean you out. How good are you with pain?”
Bradley clenched his jaw, putting on a brave face, “I’m fine. Do what you gotta do.”
“Uh… I’m gonna go and check out the jungle, I… I think I heard some cries for help out there.” Bob excused himself quickly, not wanting to watch what was about to unfold and having had enough of gruesome wounds for the day.
Bob walked off towards the tree line, calling Jake and Reuben to help as you assessed Bradley’s injury.
You tried pulling the stick gently, but it wouldn’t give that easily. Bradley was clearly in a lot of pain already and you’d barely even begun the extraction.
“Hey, drink this.” You leaned back and picked up 3 bottles of whiskey from the suitcase you kept your medical collection in.
Bradley took the bottles without hesitation and quickly unscrewed the cap on the first one, downing the contents in one go. He didn’t even flinch at the burn, unscrewing the second and down the hatch it went.
You waited for him to take a breath before you placed a hand on his torso, holding him down.
“Wait, wait!” Bradley’s hand covered yours, and you could feel his heart beat. “You’re not pulling it out yet are you?” He asked nervously, flashing his perfect grin at you as the alcohol warmed through him.
You smiled apologetically, “No, but this is gonna hurt too.”
Without further warning you poured a bottle of vodka on his wound, and Bradley’s body visibly clenched, all of his muscles tightening as he grit his teeth and cursed under his breath.
His neck pulsed as his body finally relaxed, his heart going a mile a minute, and you felt bad for adding to his pain, but it was necessary.
“Sorry.” You mumbled, inspecting the stick again. You couldn’t see if there were any thorns or barbs, but from what you could tell his wound was a clean hole, no scratches or abrasions or fissures, giving you hope it was just a smooth stick.
Your eyes flicked up for a brief second and you caught Bradley watching you.
“What?” You chuckled.
“You bite your lip when you concentrate.” He panted, his eyes screwing shut, “It’s cute.”
You barked out a laugh, your face reddening quickly, “Yeah, bad habit, gave myself a fat lip during my exams.”
Bradley chuckled, causing the stick to move and he winced, regretting it immediately.
You sighed, dreading what you were about to do. “Ok, I’m gonna pull it out now, drink that last bottle.”
Bradley did as instructed, his hand shaking as he downed the golden liquid.
You took hold of the tip of the stick carefully but firmly and slowly began to pull.
“Fuck.” Bradley groaned, his eyes screwing shut. “Can’t you… ah… can’t you just rip it out?”
“No, I could damage an organ, I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go slow.” You concentrated as you pulled.
The stick moved, little by little, not catching on anything much to your relief, and before you knew it you’d removed the entire thing, and Bradley let out a relieved but pained grunt.
“Can you turn on your side, I need to look… you know, inside.”
Bradley was shaking all over but he nodded and rolled to lay on his side, his wound facing up.
You hovered over him, your fingers gently prying the wound open to look inside.
“Shit, at least buy me dinner first.” Bradley joked, albeit half-heartedly.
“Sure, hope you like chicken or beef.” You joked back, tipping some alcohol into the wound for good measure and Bradley flinched. “Good news, there doesn’t seem to be any internal bleeding or debris, somehow. I just need to stitch you up.”
Bradley nodded, his eyes trained on the far end of the beach as he did his best distracting himself.
You sewed him up quickly, which was less painful than the extraction and although it still hurt, Bradley handled it well.
You wrapped a clean strip of t-shirt around his waist, fastening it tightly.
“You’re all done. You did good.” You said, forehead sweaty as you wiped your hands.
“Thanks for not letting me die.” He joked, carefully pushing himself up to lean against the tree.
You let out a sarcastic laugh, feeling utterly drained as the second bout of adrenaline quickly seeped out of you. You leaned up against the same tree as Bradley as you breathed for a moment, both of you silently watching the debris of the crash wash up on shore.
“How’d you get into Veterinary practices anyway?” Bradley asked, some of his golden colour returning, the smell of whiskey hot on his breath. You leaned forward and grabbed another bottle for yourself, downing it to settle your nerves.
“I…uhm, I’ve always loved animals growing up, but we lived out in the sticks-“
Bradley winced at the word. “Too soon.”
“Sorry, out in the middle of nowhere, on a small holding. We had 3 dogs and one day Pepper, my Great Dane, she started acting strange, lethargic, vomiting, and once we realised and got her in the car, it was probably already too late, and the drive to the nearest vet was 3 hours. She died an hour into the journey and I just remember feeling the most intense guilt that there was nothing we could do for her at home.”
Bradley was listening intently as your eyes glasses over slightly.
You shook the tears away, the situation you were in getting the best of your emotions. “Anyway, so I said that day that I’d become a vet when I grew up. Always just wanted to make sure animals were okay.”
“You got any pets of your own?” He asked.
You chuckled, “No, I’m waiting for the right time. I’ve just moved into an apartment and I was going to take this job in Sydney but that didn’t go to plan…”
Bradley scoffed, “None of this has I guess.” He watched as the chaos surrounding you began to die down, the plane engine slowly dying, people gathering belongings and piling them far from the still burning wreck.
“What about you, what do you do?” You asked, the small talk soothing your racing pulse.
“I fly for the Navy.” He said proudly.
You nodded, “Those guys you know also in the Navy?”
“That obvious, huh?” He chuckled.
“Ohhh yeah.” You grinned. “You all have giveaways.”
“Oh yeah? What’s mine?” He looked over to you curiously.
You were about to answer when a blood curdling scream echoed across the sand.
You got up quickly and left Bradley against the tree, struggling to get to his feet, as you ran across the beach and past the blazing fire.
Another scream, a woman stood over a pair of men, fighting in the sand.
“Stop!” She screamed, as a crowd began to form.
One of the men had a fist sized rock in his hand and was haphazardly beating another man with it.
“I saw you! I saw you!” He kept shouting as his hand swung down into the man’s face, severely bloody and swollen already.
“Hey! Enough!” You yelled, throwing yourself at the man on top and trying to force him off onto the sand.
He easily elbowed you off of him, much bigger than you were, and continued his assault.
“This fucker caused the crash! I saw him go into the kitchen with a backpack!” He accused, the man below now unconscious and face unrecognisable.
Bradley, Bob, Jake and Reuben had all made their way into the crowd and collectively wrangled the man to the ground, pinning him on his front with his hands behind his back.
“What in God’s name is going on here?” Jake spat, a hand running through his golden hair as he stood and assessed the situation. You had dropped down next to the bloodied man and checked for a pulse.
He was alive but severely beaten, and you weren’t sure he would survive if his head trauma was as bad as you thought it was.
“Hey, you-“ you pointed at Reuben, “Can you please help me move him?”
Reuben nodded and left Bob and Bradley to tend to the man on his front.
He helped you carry the injured soul into the shade and out of the way, and you ran to grab some supplies from the other side of the beach.
“Well?” Jake continued, expecting an answer from someone.
A small, older woman emerged from the back of the crowd, “I was going through suitcases when it started. This man accused that man of messing with the plane, that man said something that I didn’t hear and the other man swung for him.” She stumbled out, clearly quite shaken herself.
Jake nodded, hands on his hips, “Tie him up, we can’t have this shit happening again.”
Bob grabbed some rope, which covered the beach and he could only imagine came from the hold, and began to tie the man’s hands behind his back.
Jake stooped down to look the man in the eye, “You think just because we’re on this Goddamn island that the law doesn’t apply to you?”
“Not if he caused the crash.” The man growled.
Jake gabbed a fistful of the man’s hair and lifted his head off of the sand, “You don’t know that he caused the crash.” Jake hissed, slamming his head back against the ground.
Standing to his feet, Bradley pressed his foot into the man’s back, pinning him to the ground.
Jake paced for a moment, “Alright, look, everybody! We don’t know how long we’re gonna be stuck here for, we don’t know how far we are from civilisation so we’ve gotta keep it together.”
A man from the back of the crowd piped in, “We deserve the right to protect ourselves against terrorists!”
“Hang on, hang on! We don’t know that anyone here is, it’s this mans word against a man who’s now fighting for his life, hardly a fair argument when he can’t defend himself now can he?” Jake argued back.
“Tie them both up!” A woman cried, “I don’t feel safe as it is, let alone with this going on!”
A chorus of “yeah!” Came from the crowd and Jake held up a hand.
“Alright, alright, but please… we need to have some order in this place until someone comes to rescue us.”
Bradley cleared his throat, and Jake turned around.
Bradley now knelt against the man’s back and beckoned for Jake to come over.
“What’s up, Rooster?”
“Look what I found.” Bradley carefully lifted the man’s shirt and tucked into the waistband of his jeans was a handgun.
“Shit.” Jake knelt down, “Where’d you get the gun, asshole?” He hissed in the man’s ear.
The man stopped responding, opting for the silent treatment, and Jake took the gun, tucking it into his own waistband.
“I guess we have a new sheriff in town.” Bradley joked.
“Someone’s gotta keep these animals in order.”
Over in the shade, you tended to the badly beaten man, wiping his bloody face gently, swelling and cuts disfiguring him completely.
You tried hard to think back to the terminal and the plane, wondering if you’d seen him at all, but you were so caught up in your own issues and spent most of the time sleeping to notice anyone else.
“What were you doing in there?” You murmured softly to the man, not expecting any response.
The man shifted slightly and a low groan gurgled from his throat.
“Hey, don’t speak, you need to rest.”
The man’s hand lifted shakily into the air and made its way over his chest to his other arm, where his fingers touched something on the back of his upper arm.
You looked at him, confused, and followed his hand with yours, lifting the sleeve of his shirt.
You gasped audibly, “Oh shit.”
Under your fingers was a small, round, white disk.
“Bradley!” You cried over your shoulder.
Bradley stepped off of the man tied up on the ground and quickly made his way over to you.
He knelt beside you in the sand and you looked at him, panic written across your features.
“What’s up, Doc?”
“We have a problem. This man is a diabetic, I think that’s what he was doing with the backpack in the kitchen.” You showed Bradley the man’s glucose scanner. “He was probably taking his insulin shot or maybe he needed sugar, I don’t know, but we need to try and find that bag, and if his phone is still alive maybe the app will still work and-“ you were spiralling now, you didn’t know what state this man was in internally.
“Hey, hey, breathe!” Bradley was on his knees in front of you, hands on your shoulders. “You focus on cleaning him up, I’ll go and have a look, but you need to breathe.”
You nodded, grateful you had someone you could rely on, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were way out of your depth now, never having worked on people before today, and you were sick to the stomach with worry.
Bradley walked back over to the man who lay tied to the floor.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Adrian.”
“Adrian, what colour was the backpack he was wearing?”
“Why?”
“Just tell me. Don’t you want us to find it and prove you right?”
“It was blue.”
Bradley nodded and began scouring the beach for blue backpacks, and you continued to clean the man’s face.
“We’re gonna fix you, don’t worry.” You hummed, and the man relaxed under your touch.
A few minutes later, Bob walked over to you, his hands on his hips as he contemplated whether to say anything.
“Everything okay… uh, sorry I don’t know your name?” You said awkwardly as you looked up at him.
“It’s Bob.” He confirmed, a soft smile on his lips.
You nodded, “Y/N. Nice to meet you Bob. You okay?”
“Likewise… yeah, I just had a medical question, I guess.”
“Sure.” You chuckled, dabbing at the mans forehead.
“Can someone… just get up and walk away after losing… I dunno, like 5 buckets worth of blood?”
Your eyes shot back up to look at him, at first you thought he was joking, but his face was serious.
“Uh… no, I’m pretty sure they’d be dead, Bob. Why?”
“That’s what I thought… it’s nothing.”
He began to walk away but your curiosity was now roused, and got the better of you.
“Bob, wait!” You got to your feet and ran after him, “What is it?”
Bob looked hesitant to speak for a moment, worried you may think he was crazy.
“There were people in the jungle, screaming for help, I heard it, Jake heard it, I’m sure plenty others did, but… when we got in there, there was nothing but empty plane seats high up in the trees and a puddle of blood on the ground. It looks like there are footsteps leading deeper into the jungle.”
You were taken aback, “Surely that’s not possible, if there’s as much blood as you say…”
“That’s what I thought, but… they’re all gone.”
“Let me finish patching our guy up and I’ll come and take a look with you.” You suggested and Bob nodded.
You turned and went back to the injured man, who was now out cold and his chest rose and fell as he slept. You felt better knowing he was asleep, the pain would be less in this state.
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After you finished cleaning the man up and bandaging his head, you asked a kind young woman to keep an eye on him while you went to find Bob.
You trudged across the beach, the hot sand intensified by the blazing fire you had to walk past.
“Hey, Doc!” Bradley called as he limped over to you, blue backpack in hand.
“Hey! You found it?” You asked excitedly.
“Yeah, bag’s full of other bits so I nearly missed it, but looks like he’s got insulin and some needles in there.”
You sighed in relief and wrapped your arm around Bradley’s neck, pulling him in for a hug.
“You’re quickly becoming my favourite person on this island.”
Bradley chuckled, his arms tightening around your waist as you both just took a second. “Hope that means I’ll get preferential medical treatment.”
“You bet, next time you have a stick poking out of you, just let me know.” You grinned as you pulled back. “I’m just heading into the jungle once I find Bob, but then I’ll drop this with the medical supplies.”
Sliding the backpack on you began to walk away from Bradley towards where you had last seen Bob. Bradley followed, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hey, Doc?” He murmured.
“Hmmm?” You hummed as you trudged through the hot sand.

“I don’t think you should go in there alone, it gave me some pretty bad vibes earlier.”
“I won’t be alone, I’ll be with Bob.” You chuckled.
Bradley caught up with you, walking by your side.
“Still, I think I’ll come with, just in case.”
“The more the merrier.”
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- Entry 3 Coming Soon -
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hotchnisslover · 2 days ago
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I Craw Home To Her
pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss word count: 2.101 a/n: Hii, so... this is my first fic open to the world and in english. Hope you like it. I don't really know how to tag things here and all so you can just tell me and i'll change anything.
I wrote the fic based on @/itshotchniss (twt) idea. It's her and also at Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62778148
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It had been three years since Hotchner had left the BAU. Three years since he’d disappeared from her life, not just as a colleague, but as a possibility of something more. Emily had tried to move on, to find some semblance of normality in her new role as Unit Chief. But even with all the responsibilities and late nights, there were moments when the memories of him crept back in, uninvited and overwhelming. She really tried with Mendoza! She even met his daughter… but it turns out, he wasn't Hotch
On this evening, as the city lights shimmered through New York streets, Emily needed a distraction. The weight of the week’s cases had started to settle into her bones and she was really in need of a break, just a few hours of quiet, a moment of peace without thinking about the case. She wandered close to the hotel and found a small but cozy bar, with an intimate atmosphere and live performances. It was the perfect spot to get lost for a while. The bar was quiet, with low lights, with a few people also in need of a drink, engaged in muted conversations. Emily took a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of red wine, her thoughts still a little tangled from the case she had left behind. The buzz of the room felt oddly soothing and she noticed it was an open mic night.
As the evening wore on, the host called for the next performer, and Emily barely looked up. She was used to the low-key nature of open mic nights, where aspiring musicians tried out their latest songs or warmed up onstage. But then the first chord rang out clear, deliberate, and weirdly familiar. Her eyes shot up and her heart stopped.
There, standing alone under the dim light, was Aaron Hotchner. A guitar in his hands. No band, no backup, just him, bare and vulnerable, strumming slowly as the first few notes filled the room. The crowd was a quiet murmur of chatter, but to Emily, the world had just vanished and it was just the two of them. The sound of his guitar, the way his fingers moved over the strings, the raw emotion behind every note. He didn't seem to notice her at first, lost in his music. But as the song began to unfold, it became clear that this was no ordinary performance. 
It was a song that seemed he had written just for her. Each word he sang seemed to cut through the years between them, each note carrying a weight of things unsaid, feelings untouched. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. His voice, deep and resonant, wrapped itself around her like a memory she hadn't wanted to revisit, but couldn't escape.
“The silence screams, The echo of your voice still haunts my dreams. I walked away, thinking it was the best, But I left behind pieces of my chest. In every room, I see your face, A memory I can't erase. Did you ever felt the same, Or am I just the one to blame? The time we lost, Was it worth the cost? I never got to say goodbye, Now I'm here, asking why. I wonder if you feel the same as I If I could turn back, I’d make it right, But it’s too late, you’re out of sight. I’m still searching for you in the sky. I never meant to walk away, But it was too dangerous for me to stay. Now all I have are these memories, Of the way we were and what we could’ve been”
And then, for just a moment, their eyes met. She saw the flicker of recognition in his eyes, he stopped singing for a moment, a silent acknowledgment, before he focused again on the music. But the connection was undeniable. It felt like everything from the past years, when he was still there, was suddenly rushing back to the surface, raw and unfiltered. Emily wasn't sure what had brought her here, to this quiet bar, this late. But she knew, without a doubt, that tonight was going to be different. This was a moment that would change everything. The song ended with a soft strum and for a moment, there was nothing but the noise of the room. The audience kept on talking, they didn't know what was happening right now. Emily felt her heart pounding in her chest, the emotions she'd buried deep within herself coming to the surface in a rush. He had been singing about her, about them.
The crowd applauded politely, but Emily didn’t hear any of it. Her gaze was locked on Hotch, who now set the guitar down on the small stool beside him. He seemed to stand there for a bit longer than necessary, looking out over the room, avoiding her eyes, almost as if he was giving her space to process or maybe even waiting for her to make the first move. She didn’t know what to do. Should she go up to him? Say something? Do something? But her feet felt glued to the floor, her breath shallow. What would she say? How could she put years of unspoken words into something that made sense? She couldn't… She came out of her trance when Hotch stood in front of her. “Emily?” 
Emily's breath caught in her throat as she finally looked up at him. The space between them felt impossibly vast, even though he was standing right in front of her. For a moment, neither of them spoke. It was as if the world outside had disappeared again, leaving just the two of them, suspended in time.
"Hotch…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as if saying his name after so long stirred something deep inside her.
He stood there, looking almost vulnerable, his posture stiff but his eyes soft. "Emily" he said her name like it was the first time he’d ever said it. The way his voice cracked slightly made her heart ache.
"I…" She hesitated, unsure of how to cross the gap of the years they’d lost. "I never thought I’d see you again."
He gave a small, almost regretful smile. "I never thought you’d be here," he said, his voice low. "But it seems fate had other plans." Emily’s gaze softened, her heart still pounding in her chest. The last few years had been a blur of work, of pretending to move on, but the truth was she never really had. Not when it came to him. Hotch had always been there, in the back of her mind, a silent but constant presence.
She took a breath, steadying herself. "I... I never expected this, Hotch. After everything, I didn’t think we’d be here. Not like this. I never knew you could sing"
He nodded, his eyes intense but gentle. "I didn't expect it either. I didn’t sing. I had plenty of time after leaving the BAU, so I took some music lessons” Emily looked at him, her thoughts a tangled mess. The last few years had been spent pretending to move forward, to bury the feelings she’d never fully allowed herself to have for Hotch and now, standing here, with him in front of her, those feelings rushed back all at once… raw, unfiltered, and overwhelming. "Music lessons?" she repeated, trying to steady herself, but her voice faltered slightly. "After everything that happened, I didn’t think you’d even be able to find something to help you move on, let alone... thi” She motioned to the guitar he had just set down. “I didn’t though you would be able to not work like crazy" Hotch’s gaze softened, but there was a heaviness in his eyes. "I didn’t expect it either, can… can i sit?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying an unfamiliar vulnerability. She just nods for him and he sits in front of her in the booth "I didn’t expect to sing. But sometimes, when you’re forced to be alone with your thoughts... you end up finding pieces of yourself you never knew were missing and after having to leave my life behind, I needed something to fill the void" He say without talking the gaze off of hers.
Emily couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, but it was bitter. "I get that," she said softly, her eyes not leaving his either. "I tried, too. Tried to move on, tried to forget... but it wasn’t that easy, was it? You left and even put my name to replace you"
Hotch’s face changes, the years between them reflected in his gaze. "I should have said something, Emily. I should have said something back then." He paused, the weight of his words settling between them. "I didn’t know how. I didn’t think I had the right to feel anything for you, not with everything we were dealing with. There was never the right time."
She swallowed hard, the truth in his words stinging more than she’d expected. "But you did feel something" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
His lips tightened, like he was fighting with his own emotions. "I always did." He ran a hand through his hair now with some gray locks of hair, the gesture making him seem even more vulnerable. "But I couldn't act on it. Not then. Not with all that was going on"
Emily’s heart ached at the truth in his words, but a small part of her resented it. She wanted to argue, to tell him that she would have chosen him, regardless of the risks. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The years of silence between them had created a barrier she wasn’t sure how to break.
"I never expected you to say something, Hotch," she said. Her voice cracking slightly. "But I never stopped thinking about it either. About what we could’ve been if we’d just... allowed ourselves to feel"
He got up and sit next to her, the space between them now filled with all the things they had never said, all the moments they’d let slip away. "I never wanted to leave" he admitted quietly. "I didn’t want to walk away from you. But I needed to protect Jack and couldn’t deal with being a father and keep doing the work that would eventually put him in danger again"
Emily sat back against the booth, her fingers still lightly touching his. The weight of the moment felt by them, but not in a bad way. It was like everything had led to this point, this conversation. She looked at Hotch, the man who had shaped so much of her life, yet had been so far out of reach for years. "I don't know what it is about you, Hotch" Emily started, her voice calm but thick with emotion, "but every time I think I’ve moved on, every time I think I’ve figured out how to leave the past behind, something reminds me of you and it never goes away."
Hotch’s eyes softened at her words. "Emily, I-"
"No," she interrupted, shaking her head gently. "No more apologies. No more regrets. It’s just us now, okay? No expectations, no pressure. We don’t have to fix everything. We don’t have to make it perfect. But what I do know is that I've spent too long thinking about what we could’ve been… And maybe now… just for tonight at least… We can stop wondering and just… be"
Hotch exhaled deeply, looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time in a way he hadn’t allowed himself before. The walls he'd built around himself, the ones he thought he needed to protect himself and Jack, seemed to fall down a bit in Emily’s presence. "You don’t have to carry all this by yourself anymore" Emily whispered, her heart racing as she leaned forward slightly. "Not unless you want to." He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sat there, as though processing everything she'd said and everything he'd held back for so long.
"I never thought I’d be ready for this," he said softly. His eyes never leaving hers. "But maybe I am now. Maybe I don’t need to have everything figured out. Maybe I just need to… let things happen."
And for the first time in years, there was a sense of peace between them. The understanding that no matter where life took them, they'd always be tied to this moment. A promise that they were no longer running from their feelings and whatever came next, they would face it together..
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