#oh she'll look so good with dark mode

[nabesima]

BEHOLD

[octoberautumnbox]

Consider: Yubin who's your seatmate and is very professional in school but every night at 10pm you get the raciest, sauciest, spiciest nudes from her with no warning

Hell Week

tripleS Gong Yubin & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, that's p much all anyone needs to know i think

Word count: 5.5k holy shit

a/n: jeez howd it get this long :nolookk: oh btw i took some liberties with the prompt not that u care heres the fuckin yubin fic :DDDD

~~~

A hand lays itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact nearly making you jump. You turn around and find Yubin clutching a book to her chest with a gentle look on her features. Gesture over to the chair across from you, all the while trying to get your heart rate back under control. 

“My bad, didn't see you were locked in.” She gets into the chair left of you anyway and turns her book to the same page as yours. “How's it going?”

You stretch and groan to let out as much of your tiredness as you can, paying just a bit of mind to everyone else in the library doing pretty much the same. “Dunno. Around twenty minutes ago I accepted I'm retaking this class. What's up with you?”

She giggles while her eyes scan across the paragraphs talking about desert flora and types of precipitation. She rests her cheek on her palm, “I still have a bit of fight in me, but I'm losing hope. I was hoping I could borrow some from you.”

“Sorry, Yubin,” you whisper with every ounce of sympathy you had, “fresh out.” You return to your own book, yet all you do is run your eyes over the same page over and over without much staying in your head. 

A cursory look over to your left shows you scholar-mode Gong Yubin: focused, sharp, and serious. Not that it ever got in the way of you two being friends, but when she gets like this, you know better than to underestimate her–she's capable of plotting the downfall of kingdoms if she set her mind to it. 

However, at the same time, you notice her distress, then immediately notice how well she hides it. It's the same slight crease of her eyebrows in freshman orientation, after midterms in Linguistics 103, and when she finally stopped putting off Geology 102. The realization dawns on you: the situation is dire now that she asks for your help while she's like this, so how could you let her down now?

“Bet you I can score higher,” you challenge her. You have no good reason to issue such a proposition, but if it means giving her support how it matters, whatever embarrassing thing she'll make you do is more than worth it.

It piques her interest and a smile pulls up the corners of her lips. She side-eyes you with an excitement she didn't have just two minutes prior, and you know it worked. “If I win,” she announces as loud as she's allowed to, “make me thick tofu stew. The right way.” 

“Really? That's it?” Then you rebut with just as much fervor, “If I win, you do three of my essays in comparative lit next semester.”

“Now hold the fuck on,” she stumbles, her eyes grown wide and her smile grown toothy, “if you're gonna raise the stakes like that, I need to think of something else!”

Your phone and hers vibrate at the same time, and your screen reads “Get your ass over to Geog.” You both pack your bags and head off to your last Geology class before finals together, and as your book takes its place in the darkness of your backpack, “Fine, but I get to change mine too when I hear yours,” and the spring in her step as you walk tells you it's mission accomplished. 

~~~

In hindsight, it really wasn’t all that bad. The class review session your professor held that day helped you nail down just enough of whatever the fuck sleet might be, and while you're certain it isn't flying colors, your grade at least wouldn't be red. 

Coming out of the exam room, you spot Yubin just seconds before she finds you, and your good deed pays for itself as she skips to approach. 

“Got a good feeling?” There was no point in asking other than that you had to hear it from her, though the wide grin on her face was proof enough. 

“Yeah, I think barely,” she sways cutely from side to side, “and don't think you're off the hook!” She hits you light on the arm, and the most shining feature you can’t ignore is her eyebrows without any sign or symptom of the crease. 

“Not over ‘til the fat lady sings, Gong Yubin,” though you know she's already won. “Three whole essays against… Haven't you decided yet?”

“No, not yet, but the bet is still on!”

You relent, “Fine, fine. Anyway, Nakyoung’s treating the gang to drinks tonight. Wanna come?”

“Nah, busy. Laundry and stuff.” She shifts her weight from foot to foot, and you can tell she’s giddy about what her grade is going to turn out to be. It’s a sight for sore eyes, especially ones that have seen too many grainy tectonic plates and water cycle diagrams. “And why do you insist on full-naming her?”

“I know someone whose name sounds the exact same. As far as I’m concerned, our Nakyoung’s the other Naky.” You place your hand on the small of her back and lead her away from the doorway, and she walks with you without a second thought.

“Mean. You’ll have to introduce me to this first Naky, then.” You slide into rhythm with her gait, and it hits you just how relieved you are for Yubin’s worries to be over. 

It seems such a waste, you think, that laundry is the only thing keeping her away from celebrating, so as you walk out of the Social Sciences building, you bargain one more time: “We’ll be there all night, so just come by when you’re done. I speak for everyone when I say we want you to come, please?”

She giggles again, “I’ll see what I can do. It’s not like I don’t wanna be there, either. Plus,” she admits defeatedly, “we’re getting the results later, and God knows I’d rather not be alone when it comes.” 

~~~

“Hey, where's Yubin?” Nakyoung slings an arm around your shoulder and shoves another mug of beer into your hand. It's a welcome gesture, and it takes all of two and a half seconds for you to down half of it. 

“She has laundry,” you nearly shout back your reply above the music. “Said she'll drop by if she has time.”

Nakyoung makes to yell another reply right into your ear, but decides to pull you away into one of the quieter booths in the bar. “She's a goody-two-shoes, no? Laundry, oh please. Kaede hasn't done laundry in two years.” She takes a gulp of her own beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Hey. She studied her ass off for that test. I made a bet with her and it looks like she has high spirits, but I honestly dunno what I'd do if she fails.”

Your friend takes your chin up with her finger and you realize how pensive an expression was sitting on your face. “This is Gong Yubin. You know she'll kill it.” Nakyoung flashes a confident smile, and it reassures you almost more than your own trust in Yubin herself. “You drunk yet?”

“Nah, not getting shitfaced without Yubin.”

“Cute. You know she likes you too?” 

“Go fuck yourself, Nakyoung. Go steal Seoyeon's boyfriend while you're at it.”

“I wish; she has him under lock and key. But I wouldn't really mind both of them,” she muses, eyeing Seoyeon in the middle of the dancefloor. 

Just then, the devil strolls in through the front door. “Hi! You weren't kidding, it's really loud in here,” Yubin exclaims with her hands shielding her ears as she adjusts to the noise.

She takes Nakyoung's seat–you whip your head around and find Nakyoung at the dancefloor, with Seoyeon grinding against her–and picks up Nakyoung's old mug. She takes a careful sip and ends it with a relieved ahhhh, before setting it back down and getting to business. She leans in like keeping a secret, though she can't hide her toothy grin. “Have you seen your grade yet?”

“It's out?!” You fumble for your phone, and the second it lights up, cold runs through your veins–the email notification is the first thing at the top of the screen. Meanwhile, Yubin calmly slides her phone across the table to you. She asks “I read yours, you read mine?” with the sweetest smile on her face, again with the slight crease on her eyebrows.

Calm your nerves, silence the alarms blaring in your head. You know she did well, absolutely certain. However, it still doesn't soothe you enough; not until you see the grades for yourself. So, as your thumb hovers over her email, your heart nearly beats out of your chest, only to see–

“You got 87 percent,” Yubin states in the blandest, matter-of-fact tone you've ever heard. Her eyes move left and right over the same spot on your phone, making ultimate certain that she's reading it right. Once she is, her tone softens just enough, “Yeah, 87 percent. Wow, that's good,” she sighs with relief, “... Hard to beat.”

Now her turn, you peek at her score. doing the same making sure, and then some. When you read it for the fifth time, you kick yourself mentally for being so worried and having such little trust in the genius that is Gong Yubin. “Goddamn, 95 percent.”

Her eyes widen like sinkholes as her hand flies to cover her mouth. It almost doesn't matter that you hand her back her phone; she snatches it back anyway. Her disbelief chips away at itself with every run through of the email she reads for herself, and when she's finally done, returns her shocked gaze back to you.

“You were that scared of three essays?” you joke. The beer tastes sweeter now that your worries have gone, and as if all six septillion kilograms of the world is off your shoulders. 

“No, three essays is easy,” she taunts, but immediately her voice takes on a gentler tone, “so I win, right?”

You scoff at her haughtiness, but your relief triumphs over all. “Yeah, whatever. What do you want?”

“... I wanna go home. This is enough excitement for one day.”

“Alright, let me take you. Tell me in the cab what you want for winning, though?”

“Sure,” she says with a tiny smile.

~~~

“So,” she declares. She catches her breath, and her face is overcome with a subtle red flush, “about the bet.”

“Yeah, about the bet.”

“I want…” and she hesitates. The cab runs over a mild speed bump, and the resulting sway seemingly knocks her completely out of focus. She gathers her resolve once more, as if every time she tries to speak she drops it and has to pick it up again. 

“You want…?”

It's a good couple minutes of her breathing heavily, and your concern shows itself for her and whatever she has planned for you.

“Is it illegal? What could possibly be so bad that you're hesitating this much?”

“No, no, shut up. I'm working on it.” She takes one last deep breath, even placing a hand on her heart to steady it. “I want… a cum tribute.”

“... A cum tribute.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to…?”

“I'll send you a photo. And do it on that.”

“You want a photo of–”

“Video.”

“You–video?”

“I want a video. Of you. Cumming on a photo. My photo. I'll send it to you.”

There's no way the cab driver doesn't think this is weird. Then again, he has an earphone in, so he might not be listening in at all. You get the feeling Yubin doesn't care either way, completely focused on you. 

“... Alright. You want it this bad, fine.”

“Good. Um,” she follows, “sorry in advance. It's gonna be my first time… taking a photo like this.” She refocuses her attention to the buildings whizzing by outside as she says it, the telltale sign the conversation is over. Still, it lingers in your head for a little while: Yubin's first time. 

~~~

“Look, I'm sorry,” she sighs, “just come up with me? Please?”

You're standing with her outside her dorm, all the while the meter ticks away in the cab. The driver waits expectantly inside for you to get back, but Yubin's fingers wrapped around your sleeve make for a very difficult decision. 

“Okay, okay, just let me pay the cab driver,” you concede, but as soon as you sum up the fare, Yubin snatches it from you and brings it over herself. She and the driver exchange a few words, ending with her waving him off and him leaving her in the dust. She waddles back with her signature grin: the one that tries and fails to hide her excitement. 

“Can I just ask why you want it so bad?”

She shakes her head, “Nope. Now shush,” as you both make the now-silent trek up the four flights of stairs to her floor and room. 

Upon entering, you immediately notice it's nicer than most dorm rooms: huge space, carpet floors, a big window, and two double-size beds, not to mention its own bathroom. It makes you stop and wonder if you ever glossed over any signs that Yubin or her family might come from old money.

“Uhh, give me a few minutes to get ready. The bed on the right is mine, make yourself at home. WiFi password by the light switch. Kaede doesn't like her stuff messed with, so steer clear.” Yubin then disappears into the bathroom, and you lay yourself down on her bed. You're made aware of how you sink comfortably into the memory foam, and of the disarming fragrance that wafts from her bedsheets and pillowcases. She's always smelled like this, you recall, but it's rather nice, you finally admit. 

“Hey,” Yubin attempts. She sits on the edge of her bed next to you, wearing a set of pajamas and no makeup at all. You always knew Yubin was a pretty girl, God knows how many times she's been asked out, but seeing her like this is new; her allure draws you in with a smile and an embrace. Shit, was Nakyoung right? Do you like her? 

“So… How do you want me?” She avoids your eyes and touches her fingertips together, a blush forming on her cheeks. 

“Do you… Do you have a tie?”

Her ears perk up, “Yeah, hold on,” and she retrieves a thin, striped necktie from her dresser. She places it around her neck, her fingers delicately maneuvering the fabric into an intricate-looking knot, and when she's done, she presents herself to you. 

“Take off your top, Yubin,” you tell her, and she hands you her phone with the camera already on. Point it at her, making sure the flash is off, and start taking pictures one by one. 

She pushes aside the tie and fiddles with the top button. It's effortless how she undoes it, and she pulls the collar apart to show you more of her. She unbuttons the next, then the next, all the while showing you her smooth skin. With half the buttons undone, she shows off her chest, showing nothing but skin underneath her top.

You take a moment to catch your breath, swallow your spit. “Are you sure about this, Yubin?” 

“Yeah… Just keep going, please.” She undoes her fifth button at the very bottom, revealing her midriff and making you salivate. Must be heaven to kiss her there, when she snaps you out of it, “Are you still taking pictures?” Am I that distracting?” Look up to her, find her with the same sweet smile on her face but with a new blush decorating her cheeks.

Her last button is her fourth, and it's undone before you know it. She keeps her pajama top on a little bit longer, covering her chest a little bit more, and finally she shrugs it off one shoulder. It's nothing but everything all at once, and the split second your self-control wavers is the exact moment you leap in.

You drop her phone somewhere on the mattress; both your hands grip her shoulders as your lips capture hers. She leans into the kiss, wrapping her fingers on the back of your neck, and tiny moans escape her amidst smooches that get louder the hungrier she gets. 

Pull the top off her other shoulder, and she finally strips it all off. However, you can't even enjoy the sight, not yet, as you draft down from her lips to her slender neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your way. She runs her fingers through your hair before holding you in place, all the while leading your free hand to her chest. 

She sucks air in through her teeth, “That's really good, just like that…” she moans as her head tilts to allow more access to her neck. The scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils and you feel yourself getting addicted, but not as much as to the softness of her skin. 

She pulls you down onto the bed, and you find yourself leaning over her. Yubin lies under you, watching you intently and waiting for what you'll do next. Her tie sits right in the valley of her tits, and it drives you wild. Take a nipple in between your teeth while you fondle her other breast. She breathes heavy in pleasure, wordlessly asking for more and more of your attention and love. Her fist closes on your hair as she pushes you further onto her chest, her other hand hopelessly tugging on your pants.

It's all the message you need from her: your pants go, then your underwear, then everything else. Your cock stands hard in her sights, and the way her fingers wrap around your length is nothing short of heaven. 

“Do… do you wanna do it with me?” Her question is purely innocent, without a single hint of malice in her voice. She rubs your shaft slowly, sending waves of tantalizing pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Do you have condoms?”

“... Kaede will forgive me.” She crawls down the ladder, picks out a square plastic wrapper from her roommate's dresser, and hurries to get back to you. The smile on her face as she comes up the ladder again is one of, if not the most beautiful things you've ever seen. 

You guide her as she puts the condom on you, and the sensation of her fingers gently unrolling the rubber along your length only makes you more impatient. Finally, you hook your fingers on the garter of her pajama bottoms, and she lifts her hips to accommodate you. The fabric slides off her so easily, revealing her long, smooth legs that she seems desperate to have you in between of. 

“Go easy, okay? I told you…” 

“Yeah, your first time. I'll take care of you,” you reassure her. Line up your throbbing cock against her slick heat, feel her palm on your cheek, watch her flash that killer smile again. She bites her lip, and while you know it isn't on purpose, it makes her look sexier all the same. 

Slide your cock into her, making sure to go slow. She shuts her eyes harder with every inch she takes of you, and when she moves her hands to your forearms and grips tight, it reminds you like a looping cycle: “Go easy, go easy.”

So you go slow and steady, staving off your lust for the woman giving herself to you. Each thrust into her sex is careful and calculated, though by the second you feel your calculations going awry. She pants at every good spot in her cavern you happen to drag across, earning her little admissions of newly found pleasure in the form of mewls and moans like a song you’d never tire of. 

“Faster, please…? You’re so–ugh, fuck…” And the way she pleads flips a switch in you; plant your elbows into the memory foam on either side of her head while she takes your face in her hands. Yubin pulls you in for a kiss and it means the world to her when you grow careless with your lovemaking.

“Fuck, fuck, not too fast, just right, mmm,” each time you push into her cunt. The way she mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, the way she holds on for dear life and leaves scratches all the way down your back, she takes up every single thought going through your head: Yubin, Yubin, Yubin…

You scarcely notice how she's scratching your harder, gripping you tighter, grinding against you faster–it’s much too late to finally hear her warning, “I'm close, I'm close, oh fuck, fuck, aaahhhh!” as she explodes with you still inside her. Her pussy clenches around your cock in all the best ways, and you savor the feeling as she rides out her orgasm. Her knuckles turn white as she grips you by the shoulders, though all you can see is how her tits bounce with every jerk that runs through her body. Yubin's eyes roll to the back of her head and her mouth hangs open, a prolonged, deep moan gracing your ears as she ambles closer and closer to spent. 

Take a moment, let her breathe. Every gasp of air in her lungs is like a blessing, and each one steadily brings her from beyond heaven back to you. Her hands fall to her sides as she pants out her delirium and replaces it with tiredness, and once she's stable she flashes you that killer smile again. It pulls on the corners of her mouth, showing the tiniest amount of teeth, though her eyes are nowhere near open. Plant a kiss on her cheek, then her neck, then receive her giggles once you stay and rest right on her pulse. 

“You good? Still alive?”

All she can do is nod, having had every last ounce of her strength sapped. She lays motionless under you, save for her chest rising and falling with her breathing, and you know she looks to you for comfort and security. You take another moment to bask in her afterglow; she's never looked more gorgeous. 

“Hey,” she whispers, and you swear it's the most tired you've ever heard her, or anyone for that matter. “You good?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. Are you sure you're good?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” She pulls you back down and plants a kiss on your cheek. Her lips linger for a second, as if she's taking in your scent made hers. You stay like this for a good while, just enjoying each other's presence, relishing in the warmth of a body that gave itself up for the other. You don't even notice when you slumped over onto the mattress beside her, but her head on your chest felt like the rightest thing in the world.

“We're not done, by the way,” she prods.

“What? Why not? Aren't you tired?”

“‘Tired’ isn't part of the bet. I still want that tribute.”

And you remember, you have a job to do, a debt to pay. It’s between your common sense and your lust for the hottest girl in the world right now, and there is a clear winner. 

Pull back from her, off of the bed, and plant your feet on the floor. Firm and resolute, tell her: “Fine, on your knees.” The flush on her face deepens to an igneous red, and she scrambles to the floor in front of you.

“You're so pretty, Yubin,” you muse as you point her camera back to her face. Make sure the flash is off, and once you push the big red button to record, your other hand immediately takes her cheek and guides her to your tip. 

Yubin's eyes flutter shut as she inches her lips closer and closer to your cock. The first contact is heavenly; just gentle kisses and licks from a complete novice pretending to be an expert at this sort of stuff. The way her tongue glides over your shaft, the way she plants kisses all over your cock with the tiniest sucks, the way she does all of this with her eyes gracefully shut makes for a killer video for her to get off to later. A blowjob from a girl like this comes once in a lifetime, so you resolve to give her everything she'd ever want from a tribute like this. 

A moan escapes you, and she picks up that she's doing it right. With your subconscious approval, the hand on her cheek pulling further her in, she takes your tip in her mouth. Her tongue works overtime in running all over the head, paying special attention to your slit, making absolutely sure her spit coats wherever she can reach. She takes in more and more of your shaft, pressing her tongue on the underside of your cock as she does, all the while her cheeks hollow out like her life depends on it. 

Tiny vibrations from her throat only add to the pleasure, sending shivers up your spine and your hand to the back of her head. For the first time, she opens her eyes, and the sight is something to behold: she looks up at you with the biggest, roundest, most pleading eyes, the epitome of cuteness if not for your cock she oh-so-diligently services to get what she wants. 

Yubin takes you in just a bit deeper, slightly turning her head and savoring the way your length fills her mouth, when you hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She pulls back abruptly as a tear forms in the corner of her eye, and you have half a mind to pull out entirely to make sure she's okay. Instead, she never lets you–she takes your cock again, shooting you another pleading look before she shuts her eyes and bobs her head onto your cock again and again. 

Luckily, you pick up on her message; Snake your fingers through her hair, grab a fistful, make her yours. A moan rises from her throat once again, and she steadies herself with her hands on your thighs in preparation. She's ready. 

Pull her in as far as she can take, and it's a good most of your shaft before she gags again. Offer her no breathing room, bob her head onto your cock over and over, all the while more of her slobber coats your length, some of it falling off her lips and onto her chest and lap. She never fights, only takes–soon the gagging is replaced by an obedient, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck than you're sure even she'd find hot if she could think straight. Instead, her phone picks up every sight and sound for her to enjoy later, while you both enjoy each other now. 

It's everything all at once: the sight of Gong Yubin's plump, sexy lips around your shaft, the feeling of her tongue relentlessly dragging over every inch of your cock, the sound of your tip meeting her throat again and again while her groans fight their way out. “Yubin… I'm close,” you confess, but with her eyes still shut and her tongue still going crazy all over you, you don't think she heard. So make the decision yourself: yank her hard off your cock, rub your shaft right against her delicious lips. Once she exits her daze, she takes your dick in her hand and rubs all across the length. Tears fall from the corner of her eyes and her lips give off the slightest tremble, but she's resolute in what she wants to earn from you. 

It takes no time at all until you reach your limit. It's the best handjob anyone has ever probably given, but it's that one last kiss from her, right on your tip, that sends you over the edge. One last groan, one last jerk, one last tug of her hair, and your orgasm hits. Your cum shoots out in ropes, all landing on her face and tits. She's determined to receive everything from you, so it's only right to give her exactly what she wants. She shuts her eyes again, but her mouth stays wide open to catch whatever she can of it–she never stops jerking you off even as your cum falls onto her eyelids, her nose bridge, her forehead, her chin. Yubin savors every moment and every drop, burning the memory of bliss into her mind as you coat her face with your love. 

Your orgasm finally dies down, and you realize just how much she squeezed out of you. You're sure no one has ever looked lewder, your cum smeared all over her face, yet she proves you wrong when she picks up a fingerful of it to take into her mouth. She licks her lips, apparently loving the taste, while you love the sight of her acting so sultry for you. 

Stumble back onto the bed, take Yubin with you. Both of you are out of strength, breathing heavy, and in the middle of processing that you just painted her face with cum–that she asked you to paint her face with cum. You barely notice the stars swirling in your eyes, but your sense of the situation comes back just quick enough to avoid things getting awkward. 

“I think I wanna shower, so you should wash up first,” you mumble, still staring at her beige ceiling, and you can feel she's panting and doing the same without even seeing her. 

Wordlessly she gets up and her carpet-muffled footsteps grow quieter as she heads to the bathroom. A door shuts, a handle creaks, a shower gushes to life. Your brain sits idle, making no attempts to form thoughts other than acknowledging the shower turning off and on while she bathes. It's calming in its own way, you suppose–taking a bath is one of the normalest things in the world–as if what you just did with her was a close runner-up. 

An unknowable amount of time passes, and a fresh, citrus-scented Yubin emerges from the bathroom again. She dries her hair with her towel as she makes her way to her hair blower, but not before shooting you a gorgeous smile and a head tilt to the bathroom to let you know it's your turn. 

~~~

Leaving the bathroom yourself, you find a dark bedroom, save only for a yellow lamp shining against a nearby wall. Yubin is sitting up in her bed and scrolling on her phone, and once she spots you, she beckons you over.

“Look, funny,” she whispers with a giggle, and she shows you a clip of a guy much too excited about a truck looking like Optimus Prime. 

“Yeah. Hey, listen, I'm pretty tired,” you attempt. In no way is this a lie, and you're sure she's tired too. You bet she wants nothing more than to finally go to sleep and end what should be a perfect night on a high note. 

“Totally,” she agrees, “come on in. It's cold.” She lifts up the covers and looks over to you expectantly. Not that it dumbfounds you, but it throws you for a slight loop; she literally just said it was cold. 

“Wh– I'm heading out, is what I mean. You should get your rest, too.”

Yubin's eyes take on a softer expression, “Oh, you're not staying over?”

“... Did you want me to?”

“Yeah…?”

Your eyes lock with hers for what seems like half a second and a million hours at the same time. You're stuck in place, still in a stalemate of a staring contest with her, and you're not sure even she knows what the two of you want out of the situation. Her expression turns into one of concern, and her arm holding up the covers falters just a bit. Fuck, you think, window's closing.

Make your choice, have no regrets. Get in the covers with her, and she lets them drop to snuggle up to you. Once the both of you settle, her head on your chest and yours on one of the fluffiest pillows in the world, she blurts out quietly: “You fucked up, you know.”

She navigates to her gallery and finds your video of her, and skips to a part near the end. “Your dumb ass stopped recording just as you were about to cum.” And the video did show that: Yubin rubbing your cock, eyes shut, tongue out and ready for your load, and the video stops. 

“Shit, sorry–” 

“This wasn't the bet. I wanted a cum tribute, not a facial. You need to send me a proper one,” she muses, “or take a proper video.”

Now that stuns you. You wonder how interesting her ceiling is for you to stare at it so much, but she snaps you out of it partway through by snaking a hand up your shirt and settling it right above your heart. Reciprocate–it only feels right–wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her even closer. An exhale from both of you, and one last exchange of words: 

“Okay. Tomorrow?”

“Can you go again that soon?”

“If it's you, of course.”

“Don't guys need to recharge?”

“... I'll handle it.”

~~~

[syndrossi]

Thinking about Restoration AU (again). What POV would you like to write/or are you just interested in? Well, besides Cersei :D Even for the time of the first book, she can't be called sane. Maybe Jamie? Like you said, in the first book he wasn't in the mood for redemption, but here he meets the ghost of the man he was loyal to and whom he feels he has failed (I tend to think that Rhaegar just didn't want to take a 16 year old boy to battle, so he gave him an important "assignment").

Or maybe Robert's POV during the meeting with the twins? We know that Ned is mentally praying at this time, while Robert may not remember Rhaegar's facial features and his reaction is: ho ho our noble Ned is just a man too, we're not so different.

Or Catelyn? I don't share the fandom's hatred of her, but it would be very interesting to see her thoughts, especially how she tries to recreate the image of a "rival" to Rhaegar: his looks, charming singing, soft demeanor.

Personally, I'm probably most interested in seeing Darmon and Daenerys' POV. With Darmon, it will be both painful and fun - painful because he finds himself in a world where his children aren't around him, dragons are extinct, and the Targaryens have fallen (the story of Rhaegar's death might cause a sudden painful flashback). But watching him terrorize first the people of the valley and then Volantis, who have no idea where the hell the dragon came from or what children this madman is talking about (they're already willing to give him their children just to get rid of him) would be fun.

And for Daenerys I'm just happy, she'll probably be a little scared of Darmon at first (he's a little crazy during their first meeting) but then she'll appreciate him: the fact that there's finally an older family member protecting her from Viserys, and his dragon, and the way he treats her gently (she'll 100% remind Daemon of Rhaegar, only a girl). Or Viserys? In terms of insanity it should be something close to Cersei in the last few books.

Would love to see your thoughts. By the way, have you decided whose POV will be next?

Hmm, it's less for me about POVs and more about certain story events, other than the aforementioned Cersei POV. Like, the Robert meeting the twins is an obvious one, but I don't think I'll write Robert's POV. For that, I'm leaning toward Ned's, especially because he'll get to see little!Jon/Willam staring absolute daggers at Robert, both as in the I HATE YOU sense and the DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY LITTLE BROTHER-DAD sense, but Ned will likely interpret it as "you killed our older brother! 😡" Whereas Rhaegar/Raymar is deer-in-headlights "if I don't move he won't see me" mode.

(Oh, or could THAT be our first Cersei POV? Ehh, I still think Ned, but I can absolutely see Cersei being huffy about Robert going to greet Ned's bastards after he meetings the trueborn ones, viewing it as him rubbing his adultery in her fave, and then she catches a glimpse of Rhaegar and goes why hello yes target acquired ned stark's bastards you say?

Goodness, I hadn't thought about Rhaegar becoming the symbol of the boys' mother to Cat, but he probably would, wouldn't he? Jon and Willam remind her enough of Ned, but she's staring at this dainty-looking child with the long braid, imagining the woman's silver-blond hair and beautiful eyes and quiet demeanor. Did she sing? Is that what drew Ned to her?

Okay, I may have to steal the "Volantis just starts flinging Valyrian-looking children at Daemon in a bid to appease him" bit for Daemon's reign of terror across Essos. 😂 They just round up every child that looks the least bit like him, and even throw in some dark-haired, grey-eyed ones like the other child he mentioned. Daemon is all "wtf am I supposed to do with these?" and they're all "feed them to your dragon if they aren't what you want, please just leave us alone."

I think Dany and Daemon's first meeting will definitely be a Dany POV, so I suppose that's one I'm looking forward to! I still haven't decided the exact timing there. Canonically per the book, her wedding to Drogo has already occurred by now, so either I shift the time so that Daemon can dramatically prevent it, or he rocks up on the Dothraki and starts burning until they give him his kin.

I have not yet decided which POV is next, though that's up after Knight of Stars pt2. (Assuming I don't get sucked into the "Rhaella gets summerhalled" AU I'm very tempted to write first. And we still need the wintery hot springs prompt fill! Lots to write this week.)

[rustingcat]

Magic

"Kara!" A voice echoed in her head.

"Kara! Stay with me!" The voice continued. She heard it start to speak again but the endless darkness consumed her before she could hear the rest.

The next time she heard the voice it was accompanied by a different one.

"She's moving"

"I think it's working."

"It's better."

Kara tried to open her eyes, but everything was too bright. She let out a small groan which only made her realise how dry her mouth was, it felt like sand and rocks.

"Kara?"

A warm hand laid on her arm, making her dare to finally open her eyes. Blinking a few times to get her eyes adjusted to the light, Kara was greeted to the face of her beautiful Lena, and her worried sister by her side.

"Oh, thank god," Lena exhaled.

"Did he..?" Kara's voice came out hoarse and raspy.

"We got the guy," Alex assured her, handing her a glass of water. "It was one of the guys that escaped after the heist a few months back with the alien weapons. Apparently he got blasted by one of them and it caused him some strange mutation and a hunger for electricity. He's in holding now, we're looking for a way to cure him. You did good Kara."

Kara nodded, afraid to use her voice again. She decided to finish the glass of water, instead.

"How are you feeling?" Lena asked softly.

"Pretty beaten," she tried to chuckle but only a small huff came out. "How long was I out?"

"A few hours. Luckily Lena had created this new serum, it means you're up early but you'll probably be powerless for a while." Alex explained, making some notes on the pad she grabbed from the end of Kara’s bed.

A few hours was quite impressive, she assumed she should've been out for at least a day.

"Wait!" Reality suddenly came back to her, "the kids!"

"They're fine!" Lena reassured her.

"Did I…" Kara swallowed hard. "Did I miss the birth?" Kara really hoped she didn't. Not that it would matter too much in the long run as long as they're healthy and happy, but she really wanted to be there to greet them when they come.

"No, of course not." Lena touched her hand and smiled her calming smile. "I waited to see if the serum worked so we could do it together. They should meet both their mothers when they come out after all."

Kara breathed a sigh of relief. They were okay and they were waiting for her. Most importantly Lena was not only waiting for her, but made her a special emergency serum that worked perfectly. Well, Lena made it, of course, it would be perfect. "I love you." Kara raised her hand to link her fingers with Lena.

"I love you too." Lena gave her hand a squeeze. She was definitely solar flared, going by the feeling of her squeeze. "Can you move?"

"Hey! You can't move her now! She needs a full day under a sunlamp at the very least before she moves!" Alex interjected, emphasising her point by talking with her hands.

"Alex," Lena's tone turned professional. "My kids are about to come out into the world today and they need us both. Plus, the serum should give her a pretty good solar radiation boost, by the time it wears off I promise you she'll be well tucked into a sunbed as she should be."

"Right," Alex nodded. "I'll keep it warm for you." She had enough sense not to argue with Lena Luthor in mother mode. Probably a lesson she'd be glad she learned sooner rather than later.

"That won't be necessary, she'll stay in the one we have at home."

"We have a sun bed?" It was news to Kara.

"Yes. Now, can you stand?"

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[casperatu]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ oc deep dive : casper

(hello it's been a minute since i wrote anything about my girl or at all so thank you for tagging me @kavalyera !!)

what common/uncommon fear do they have?

the most primal (and least sensible now) fear casper has is of deep water. not something she's had to deal with in a long time, but a near-death experience in her teens left her with a lingering dread of the ocean. it's not like it could even hurt her anymore. she doesn't need to breathe, she can't drown, but that almost makes it worse, doesn't it? another riptide takes her out to sea, drags her so far out and down that all she can do is wander the ocean floor, starving in the dark with all the glowing things. it's the only thing she's more afraid of than abandonment.

do they have any pet peeves?

superiority complexes and people who refuse to get to their point. yes, this does make a good deal of other vampires deeply annoying.

what are three items you can find in their bedroom?

first off, let's just take our hats off for my newly-homeless girl and have a moment of silence for the haven she had to leave behind last chronicle. she may never have the dumb luck of finding a house with an interior bedroom again.

first thing you'd have to notice in her room is the absurd amount of gaming equipment stuffed inside it, its centerpiece being an absolutely monstrous PC rig she'd been maintaining for the better part of five years. she never bothered trying to make it aesthetically pleasing. ugly was fine as long as it was fast. half the bit maintained on her socials was how cobbled together it was, like some midpoint in serial experiments lain just short of installing coolant towers in her walls.

going with the gaming equipment, loads of even more highly illegal materials for a nos to have in most other domains -- top-notch webcam, lighting rigs, mics, even a couple of lovingly polished youtube milestone plaques.

an utterly chaotic closet and vanity situation just out of view of the cameras, the center of this being her wig collection. casper's accepted a lot about her appearance, but she never seems to come to terms with the baldness. she keeps over a dozen wigs, all in pristine condition, maintained to perfection -- not a tangle in sight and any cheap gloss styled away from the moment it left the bag.

what do they notice first in a person?

casper's learned to check for the little microexpressions in people on meeting her, especially when they see her without one of her disguises on. shock, fear, even pity she can accept, but she'll try a lot less to be polite if she sniffs out contempt or disgust. when watching someone from a distance she's looking at fashion sense, how they carry themselves, confidence or lack.

on a scale of 1-10, what is their pain tolerance?

5-6 for physical pain, but she's lived a pretty sheltered life compared to a less privileged neonate and hasn't encountered a lot of it yet. emotionally she's probably a 4 -- she can take it in the moment most of the time but there's almost guaranteed to be a crash-out later.

do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or fawn and freeze)

growing comfort with the fight response, but she tends toward fawning, especially when a fight seems stupid or someone else is in danger. vacillates between fight and freeze in one malkavian's case.

what animal best represents them?

snake feels too obvious an answer when she's literally a snake/bat girl, but she's clever and sneaky and loves to bite when provoked <3

how would a stranger describe them?

"oh right, the scrawny yappy girl in the huge coat with that bodyguard hanging over her shoulder all the time. jesus, when she took that thing off there was nothing to her, you could count her ribs through her shirt. nice enough, though, almost too nice, kept plying me with questions and the whole time that guy she's with kept staring into my soul. plus i think i saw something moving under her wig? alaska vampires, man."

do they have any hobbies?

gaming and animation don't really count since they're her full-time job, do they? oh god, does she not have any non-monetized hobbies? my poor girl's been on her grindset far too long.

(i've seen so many mutuals either posting or tagged in this that i'm not sure who's left so consider this an Everyone Who Wants To invitation <333)

[thesilenceshh]

So I've been thinking of a AU recently, one that sprung up due to how Aurora Candy Cookie looks in the Dream Express Dark Mode background, and soon have grown since I remember seeing a Moonlight Cookie's costume; Alluring Crescent Moon. Now lets get to info dumping on...

Rising Nightmare

(name may change if I think of anything better)

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Background: After the wizards kinda just left for milk one day, abandoning the City of Wizards, Moonlight Cookie was very depressed about it. Dark Enchantress founded the city and was able to get inside since Moonlight wasn't really protecting yet since, again, she was sad that her creators just up and left; DE saw this as a opportunity to get a guardian of the cycle of life/legendary on her side, and she succeeded in turning Moonlight on her side, convincing her that those silly, useless 'creators' were just using her as a pawn, a way to advance their magic and studies, that she was all just a simple tool. DE let her have her own little branch to work with, similar to Red Velvet and cake monsters army creations; Moonlight changes the Dream Express into Nightmare Express and runs it, now a where she is able to spread and strick the fear of DE's influences and chaos to even the minds of cookies, and also uses the express to move workers, labors, and supplies through with the help of her 3 main servants; Blueberry Pie Cookie, Milky Way Cookie, and Aurora Candy Cookie.

Everything was going well so far, DE knew she had the perfect, obedient ace card up her sleeve, something that will only cause cookies to feel more fear before her, that was until things began falling apart without her noticing. Moonlight felt like just another one of DE's servants, just DE's tool for control, just a tool for another group to use for their own selfish desires, their selfish dreams. She won't let this dream continue so peacefully, oh no no no, she'll turn it into a nightmare.

One day Moonlight and her workers and servants attacked DE and her own servants, defeating such weak and simple beings. Moonlight took over, now this was no longers DE's throne, her army, her monsters, no, it was hers, just like the City, just like the dreams of cookies, dreams that cookies don't deserved, dreams she'll make into nightmares.

... And no one shall get in her way of a her ever lasting nightmare...

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And well yeah, thats the background so far, hope its good cause I'm not too well with making whole on stories. I have the ideas for certain characters that connects to the Dream Express and City of Wizards, so that will probably get posted like a minute after this in repost. Also if you want to use this or the soon characters ideas you can, I don't mind if you take inspiration from this, or if you have ideas for it you'll like to share you can, they'll probably help me more develop this, plus I like listening to people's thoughts

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

DESIRE.- s.jy. pt. 11

- summary; park sunghoon, the famous ice skater. what will happen when one of his best friends decide to hit up his sister? will their secret relationship cause pain in between bonds?

- warnings; sneaking around, nsfw scenes, kys/kms jokes, lying, angst (if u squint), A LOT of kissing, desperate/needy jake.

read under the cut¡! - btw ive decided to change the texts to dark mode so don't be suprised

haneul put her phone down, laughing to herself at both her best friend and her new friend. she'd already picked out the dress she'll be wearing, it wasn't anything elegant or special but it was comfortable enough and showed off all her good spots.

it's not like she wasn't thinking of jake, but they didn't have anything with strings attached so they were free to fuck around with whoever they wanted to.

their plan to hangout was scheduled at about 9 pm, haneul coming over to sunoos before they went to pick up niki.

she was already halfway done, just needing a few touch ups before heading over to sunoos. after deciding that her look was flawless, she left her apartment, drove her car over to his place and arrived in under five minutes.

haneul knocked on the door hearing little stomps, before the door opens. sunoos warm smile greets her like the sunrise.

"hi baby! " he pulls her into a warm & bone crushing hug. she pats his back, tightening her grip around his body, she pulls away, just to give him a kiss on the cheek. "hi sunny! I missed you. "

a pout forms on his face as he sees her sullen expression. "I missed you too, but hey, let's enjoy tonight, I can make up for it if you'd like" he finishes with a smirk, haneul nudging him and walking into the apartment. he closes the door and walks in right after her, "so are we heading over to nikis right now or what?"

"oh, well, we can go over there right now. I wasn't planning on doing anything more. " she nods at his response and the two of them walk over to her car.

after arriving at nikis house, the three took off to the main event of the night.

the club was loud even from the entrance, an amusing vibe booming straight into their faces. the youngest had the biggest smile on his face, allowing the other two to question his excitement.

"why are you smiling so hard? " sunoo asked with a grimace visible on his pretty face. "ive never been to a club before! "

the moment that exact sentence left his mouth, haneuls and sunoos face warped into shock. "are you serious? " sunoo asked, "this has to be illegal. " haneul follows in worry.

niki nods and breathes through his mouth, "lets head in! " he runs off into the building like a little kid when its eye catches a piece of candy or a toy.

the remaining two stare at him before turning to eachother and sighing. "cmon baby, we dont wanna lose the child. " sunoo drapes his arm over her shoulder and the two walk into the club, following after their friend.

they could barely hear their own thoughts, hence the music being obnoxiously loud paired with sweaty bodies grinding onto eachother.

I"'m gonna get us a drink! "sunoo shouts over the blasting music, haneul nods at him and goes to join niki on the dance floor. he notices her and smiles, dragging her by her hand close to him so they wouldn't get lost.

sunoo notices the two enjoying themselves and giggles. he's bought himself and haneul a shot of vodka and niki a glass of pepsi.

she notices him and shoots him a big smile, grabbing niki to help him with the drinks.

"you got me a pepsi, seriously? " niki throws him a glare and swirls his cup around.

"I'm not about to catch a case. sorry, kiddo." niki jokingly throws up a fist at him, haneul cackling at their childishness. sunoo nods over at her and she nods back at him, the two giving each other a signal to take the shot at the same time.

the bitter taste burns her throat, releasing a small groan, she finishes the shot in a second. sunoo smirks at her and walks closer to her.

she stares at him in mild confusion and parts her lips to say something, niki just stands back watching the scene unfold. "you got something on your lip" "really?" she goes to wipe it with her thumb when he suddenly stops her, brings his lips over to hers and licks the remaining vodka off her pouty lips.

the music seems to disappear, as she stares into his eyes in shock. "tastes good. " he groans, throwing his head back slightly. niki holds in a laugh, her lost gaze making him giggle.

sunoo suddenly drapes his arm over her shoulder, snapping her back to reality. "let's dance. " she nods in reply, trying to comprehend what just happened. the three of them move along to the music without a care in the world.

MEANWHILE..

"fuck this place is packed! " sunghoon complains walking into the club with his two best friends. the three of them enter like they own the place, looking all high and mighty.

"what did you expect? its a friday night, obviously it'll be full of drunks teenagers." heeseung lectures him, skipping over to the much awaited for bar.

sunghoon grimaces at him and rolls his eyes. jake laughs at his reaction and nudges him. "cmon, lets hit the dancefloor. " he nods and they hurry off into the lit up side of the club.

while dancing, jake thinks he caught a glimpse of haneul. he shakes it off, trying to excuse it as a look alike until he spots sunoo.

"oh shit. " he says, not to anybody but himself. he hurriedly runs off towards the bar and takes his phone out, immediately receiving a response.

jake turns his phone off, runs back onto the dancefloor, smacks sunghoon. "what the fuck dude? " he cusses in reply. "heeseung hyung got us drinks, lets get drunk. " he smiles in big hopes. sure his plan wasn't the best plan but at the moment, getting sunghoon drunk until he won't recognize his own sister sounded like a good idea.

the three continue shoving shots down their throat, stumbling like babies that just took their first steps.

"maan icant fuckng wakl right now" sunghoon slurs his words, holding onto the table for balance.

"i thnk im gonne fuccing piss myself" heeseung groans out from the floor, laughing at his bestfriend. jake, the most sober from the three, giggles at their state, almost forgetting about haneul.

noticing their lack of acknowledgment, he slowly backs away until they're out of his view. "okay haneul where are you. " he whispers , his brown eyes darting from person to person until he spots the girl hes been waiting for.

jake quickly runs over to her and sunoo, softly grabbing her by the waist and grinding his hard bulge into her ass.

a gasp leaves her mouth as she turns her head around to see who was behind her. when she realises its jake, she gives him a big smile. "hii jakeyy! " her words slur all together, like sunghoons. i guess the low alcohol tolerance runs in the family.

his smile slightly drops at the fact that she reeks of alcohol. he nods at sunoo, receiving a quick smile.

"come on baby let's go to my place. " she nods and places a peck on his lips. sunoo stares at them with stoic expression on his face, slightly pouting his lips.

before leaving the club, jake spots another familiar face. "niki? what the hell are you doing at a club? " he whispers shouts at the guy infront of him.

"i am not niki. goodbye. " he whispers slowly and runs away, leaving jake baffled. "weird fucking kid. "

he turns around at haneul, checking if shes alright. he shoots her a quick smile before opening the door to the club.

he scrambles his phone out of his pocket and manages to call an uber, hence them both being drunk out of their minds (ikeu a little less) .

the drive back to his place is quiet, except for the obvious lip smacking. they tried to be respectful, but they both couldn't keep their hands off eachother.

when the car arrived, jake quickly carried her bridal style up into his apartment. his cock was achingly hard to the point where it hurt.

"p-please jake fuck me already. " she sobs out, her body hitting his bed. "i will baby, i will. " he quickly unbuckles his pants, a relief coming over him when his cock springs out and hits his abs.

"please please pleasee. " she moans, her cunt dripping from arousal.

her whining is silenced when he stuffs her full. she lets out a broken moan, him grunting at the feeling of her tight velvety walls sucking him in for the very first time.

"fuck baby you feel amazing. " he moans out, twitching deep inside her. "please m-move!" she loudly whimpers out.

he stars thrusting in with deep and fast thrusts, resulting in her boobs bouncing up and down with each hit he delivers. "that feel good, yea? " he groans, pinching her nipples.

haneul loudly moans in high pitch, loving the way his tip is hitting the spots her fingers could never reach.

he slows down eventually, leaving her dumbfounded. "why did you stop?" she whines.

"need you to beg for it baby. " he slaps her tits, biting his lip.

she moans out, shuffling around. "please jakey, need you so bad, need you to cum in me. " eyes tearing up.

he groans, his cock hardening even harder. "more baby. you can do it. " he praises her while rubbing her clit agonizingly slowly.

her hips move around in desperate need of release.

"fuck, jake please, need you to fill me up. wanna feel it drip out of me. " she cries, begging him to move again. she was about to speak , when he suddenly thrust up into her.

"fuck! -" her moans turned into sobs from pleasure. skin slapping against eachother paired with loud moans and heavy breathing was all that could be heard.

they were both nearing their orgasms, moaning into eachothers ears.

"baby im close. " jake groans out loud, his thrusts turning sloppy in under a second. "me too baby-cum inside me p-please. " haneul kisses him on the lips, tasting nothing but alcohol.

"you sure? " he asks for consent, what a gentleman. she quickly nods, feeling a nearing orgasm.

he pecks her lips and fastens his thrusts one more time. the two moan loudly in unison, finishing in eachothers embrace.

"shit." he gasps, pulling out slowly. a whine leaves her throat at the emptiness.

"i feel so fucking sticky, but good." she laughs at her own state. he gives her a smirk and pats her thighs. "ill bring a towel, wait a minute baby. " he leaves and haneul takes out her phone, seeing messages from sunoo and niki.

after getting cleaned up, haneul and jake continue in a messy makeout session, before replying to unread messages.

masterlist.

[brawlqueen]

tranquil are the waters of this park. clandestine and pure despite the chaos and violence of city life. the dark alleys and corners; the corrupted underbelly. things she had known and seen and lost at six years too young, and subtract for who knows how long?

mizuki had never certainly felt like a 'child'. not with all that had happened. maybe she sometimes feels a pang of jealousy in that others will never know such horror. but greater is the relief, and with a quiet relish she (and respectively the golden-yellow left 'eye') that shines uncannily cross shaped upon her face accompany her in this emotion.

a young woman, about her age? ( such pretty red hair, and no tangles! honestly unlike mizuki, how unfair! ) is dipping her toes in the fountain of yoyagi park; and the eighteen year old can't help but smile faintly at the sight.

" it's a nice place, huh. " cyan braids sway at the tips against her calves; the small woman leaning against the fence to witness the woman smiling and think at least there's some peace in the world. it makes the job worth it. maybe she was always headed to abis?

"don't mind me. i'm gonna scope out the -- " she can sense it before that 'strange eye' that glitters sun-gold in her pretty face can comment.

with her vision increasing thanks to her AI partner, long range mode scoping out the exact distance of what was happening as if standing before it; mizuki shifts to the girl with the pretty hair and calming smile. her own lips move in a natural, assuring little smile of her own; masking the blatant annoyance of faraway stupidity she'll have to confront.

" oh, don't worry about that. i can handle it. stuff like this happens all the time. besides, you gotta let me do my job, right? i don't doubt you could help...it's er, just i don't wanna...interrupt your relaxing. " she fishes into the pockets of her short yellow jacket; sleeveless and bright as her left eye; and holds up her badge.

" i'm with the metropolitan police department. or uh, mpd. basically i'm a cop, detective, however you slice it." the shorter woman remarked, all the while snickering internally at how she'd proved aiba wrong that she had no bedside manner with civilians with her brash nature. the girl was about her age if not the same! she easily could have been one of her tightknit friends!

" lemme just detain these punks. break up whatever stupid thing they're doing so early in the morning, you know? besides, honestly? if not for them i'd probably be taking my shoes off and sneaking into the fountain too. can't on the job, but it's good to see someone just taking it easy in such a busy city."

not moving towards retracting her metal pipe, much less her evolver gun; the petite woman ( looks ever so deceiving ) offers her a sunny smile of comfort and casually adds, "but, thanks. for offering, i mean. i'm sure you'd be really helpful but i don't want them ruining your fun. just stay put, okay? these guys are drunk, so i dunno what's up with them. still, i think it's pretty brave of you to stop it all by yourself and not even be part of the police. it's cool, y'know?"

with a small wink as if to say, 'it'll be fine', eyes narrowed; she calmly and confidently strides in between the men with no problem. alchohol on their breath. ew. this early in the morning?

" don't you people have work? this is a public space, not some modern sumo wrestling or boxing arena. can't you how many people are in this park or do i really need to flash my badge. in before you say, 'oh you're just a little girl'. ' her voice a stark contrast from the warm, friendly tone earlier. it's a warning, and if they're wise, it will be heeded.

@brawlqueen asked for a treat!

━━━━━━━✾✾✾    The    water    is    turquoise,    it's    surface    mirroring    the    cloudless    firmament    above.    A    faint    brume    rises    from    the    veneer,    providing    a    veil    of    privacy    for    those    who    are    taking    a    dip    in    the    hot    spring.    Steam    that    rises    creates    an    almost    metaphysical    ambiance,    making    the    place    feel    like    a    sanctuary    of    sorts.

As    Inoue    dips    her    toes    into    the    liquid,    she    feels    warmth    encompass    her,    relaxing    her    skeletal    muscles.    Texture    appears    smooth    against    her    epidermis,    with    just    a    hint    of    minerals    that    nourish    her    silhouette.    The    sensation    is    phenomenal—a    feeling    of    being    halted    in    time    and    space.    Yet    the    sense    of    tranquility    is    promptly    obliterated    by    turbulence    on    the    other    end    of    the    fence.    Orihime    glances    apprehensively    at    the    other.    “What’s    happening?”    Inquires,    attempting    to    perceive    something    amidst    the    screams.    “Maybe    I    should    distract    them,    in    some    way.”    So    peace    can    return,    rendering    that    place    tranquil    once    more.

[teyvat-imagines]

hello! i hope your day is going well, make sure you’re hydrated! go drink some water rn >:(

is it ok to request an extremely sleep deprived s/o and how the characters react to it? w/ childe, zhongli, kaeya and both travellers, if possible? thank you!

Hey there! :D My day's going good thanks! ^w^ I promise I'm hydrating ;w; I'll gulp down some more water!

Of course! :D I only do up to 3 characters per request, so I've done Lumine, Childe and Zhongli for this one! ^w^ Hope that's okay!

Sleep Deprivded S/O:

Lumine:

○ Congrats, you've activated big sister mode! Genuinely though, when Lumine finds you like that, dark circles under your eyes, barely able to keep yourself up and clinging to caffeine like it was a lifeline, she immediately started to fuss over you.

○ She'd compare you to Jean for staying up all night like this, questioning if you were aware just how bad for your health this was. It's probably best not to answer that one unless you want this lecture to go on longer...

○ As much as Lumine wants to drag you away to go and get some rest right now, she's also aware it could mess with your sleep cycle entirely if she did that. So, she spends the day keeping a close eye on you, making sure you stay out of trouble.

○ It does mean you can't really get anything done today. Want to do your commissions? Nope, you are far too unalert to be trusted getting into fights right now, she'll do them for you! What about some cooking? Nope, she doesn't trust that you won't doze off briefly and burn the place down, let her do it.

○ It's a little overbearing, but it is coming from a place of love, and she just wants to see you safe and well rested. She'll definitely apologise for it the next day, when you've actually had sleep again.

○ That night, she'll do everything she can to make sure your bed is as comfortable as possible. The pillows are fluffed, the blankets warm, the room just the right temperature as you curl up to her. Expect her hand running through your hair until you doze off, Lumine staying awake until she's certain you've fallen asleep.

"Mm, are you asleep (Y/N)? ... Good, sweet dreams now. I love you~"

Childe:

○ I can kind of see him turning it into a competition almost... He sees you, barely awake and still trying to get by and insists he could do just as well with no sleep, if not better! He makes a mental note to stay awake that night and prove just how well he could function without any rest!

○ His attitude towards that idea shifts at the day goes on, watching with a worried expression as you're constantly getting thrown about in training, not really awake or alert enough to carry yourself as you normally would.

○ It's when you nearly get hit by a mitachurl that he makes the decision, you're sleeping tonight whether you want to or not! The mitachurl is taken care of and Childe just scoops you up in his arms, telling you to take a nap while he gets you back home.

○ It doesn't matter how much you try and protest this, he's determined. You will be taking a nap. And if you do keep trying to insist against it, he may be ever so slightly inclined to try just knocking you unconscious. You're pretty sure he's just joking, but decide to at least try and nap just in case.

○ When it gets to the evening, he decides to employ a tactic that always worked on his siblings back home. Childe whips up the most delicious mug of hot chocolate you've had in your life, sitting with you on the bed and just talking about anything that comes to mind.

○ Between the hot chocolate and his tales of his homeland, you can't help but feel your eyelids grow heavy, a yawn escaping you. You're just about able to put your mug down in time before you slump against him, falling into a deep slumber.

"And then- Oh~! Heh, looks like you're asleep comrade. Good, rest up~"

Zhongli:

○ The man frets over you a fair amount when he sees how tired you are. He's asking you plenty of questions, trying to figure out if it was a bad dream or stress, what exactly was it that had kept you awake like this.

○ He insists on letting you take a nap with him, just for an hour to give you some energy back. You try to protest, but honestly, a nap sounds good right about now, so you relent in the end.

○ Zhongli stays awake the whole time, his arm around you holding you close, and he'll just lay in the silence, listening to the soft sounds of your breathing and watching the rise and fall of your chest.

○ He lets you sleep in a little bit longer than originally promised but does wake you up in the end. He's normally not one to break an agreement, but he uses the very weak loophole that a contract hadn't technically been agreed, so it was fine.

○ Zhongli keeps an eye on you throughout the rest of the day, wanting to just make sure you weren't getting into trouble while you weren't exactly the most alert right now.

○ That evening, expect him to tuck you in, sitting beside you this time, ready to tell you as many stories as it takes to help you doze off. Spoiler alert: you aren't even able to get through one, his voice just so soothing and the way he weaves his tales so wonderful to hear that you couldn't help it.

"Good~ Now please rest up my dear. I'll watch over you tonight and ensure your dreams are sweet."

[hangulandhallyu]

AoS Ep 20, Warning: SPOILERS!!!

JUSTICE FOR THE CROWN PRINCE. I will be so pissed off if they get that lazy with his character that ope, pretty girl is with the other guy so I'm going suddenly not be smart anymore and am going to be manipulated by this known evil guy to be the big baddie because I have a fragile ego and stuff. They better have been playing that up just for cliffhanger purposes or I STG!!!

*Screaming*

WHERE IS BUYEON!? There is no excuse for the lack of explanation as to why this character built up as this divine uber-powerful person and the reason Muldeok is different than other soul shifters... suddenly just isn't doing shit when her body KILLS HER OWN FATHER, FIGHTS HER SISTER, And then goes and kills UK, too, etc. I think it's a bit of BS plot armor to have this whole thing happen anyway, but to not even give us an excuse as to why Buyeon suddenly isn't helping is mega WTF.

*Sobbing*

Obviously Somin IS going to be in S2. At the very least the first ep, but I don't see how she won't be in a number of them. Lady Jin directing her angsty, vengeful daughter to bring back Buyeon('s body) home alive wasn't an accident, and was left completely open, so it's going to be a feature of S2's plot, vengeful Spring and a dark mode danggu (ㅠ_ㅠ) full of hate and a desire for revenge hunting her down. at the VERY least she'll still be looking for Buyeon's body in the first ep. The mom & Buyeon will have to have a closure goodbye scene before we say goodbye to Buyeon for good.

*scream-sobbing*

Jang Uk was looking fine AF coming back from the dead though??? like wtF SIR

That whole scene was pretty cool though ngl. The emerging badassedly from the fog was ::chef's kiss:: (He did look a bit confused tho and yeah bro same)

*drunked table flipping*

WHERE WAS THE GOTDAMN ICESTONE BEFORE THAT, EH?? LIKE MAYBE WHEN HE WAS DYING, OR WHEN NAKSU WAS TOUCHING HIM WHILE RUNNING WILD AND HE HAD THE ICE STONE INSIDE HIM, WHICH IS THE THING HE HAD WANTED THE WHOLE TIME TO STOP HER FROM GOING-FUCKING-WILD I CANT BELIEVE THEY DIDNT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY IT DIDN'T DO SHIT FOR EITHER OF THEM UNTIL FIRE TIME.

*soft, sad crying*

I am way too upset that my fictional friends are disappointed in and hateful towards mudeoki/naksu. I think their hatred of Naksu isn't realistic at this point, time would have faded some of it, and especially finding out she was someone they knew and liked and that someone they loved loved her... I really don't feel like this sudden "OH SHE MUST DIE IMMEDIATELY" was well written, and that is disappointing.

I want Jin Mu to die in such a horrible and painful way. Please make him suffer so much T_T

Yul left Naksu bc he was told to the first time, right? Kudos to the actor, I'm pretty sure I could see determination solidifying on his heartbroken face that he was NOT going to listen to his family and abandon her a second time. Not when she needs him the most. (Esp since at that point he does not know that Uk was like no thank u to being dead and burned.)

can we just have a group hug/cry rn? Someone pls bring a lot of booze. And/or chocolate. And tissues 😭😭😭😭

[lllluka]

Luka is Typing... [Lukanette | Oneshot]

The fourth one. The fifth one. Just like that song, Marinette thinks. The famous one she's thinking of, but she's forgotten the name of it. In this case it isn't chords being counted. It's little trills from the past year with Luka.

She's trying to focus on sleep, but Marinette hasn't had a schedule for a while. Now it's too hard to do anything but play pinball with her thoughts. Folding her arms over her eyes, her knees crunch up to her chest under the covers. She kicks them off.

He took her hand. How many times has he done that, anyway? The ice rink, the dates, the... Akuma attacks. A few times when she was Ladybug, but she has no idea if those actually count.

Hey, actually. Pause for a second. She's turning over to face the wall, huffing against her trasheap of pillows. The pictures of both Luka and Adrien are somewhat visible on her pinboard in the dark, but it still looks weird. -Right. Ladybug.

Luka and Ladybug... they vibed well, didn't they? But it wasn't the same, seeing him go from flirt to focused. She knows he thinks her weirdness is charming and sincere, at least. ...As Marinette, that is. As Ladybug, though, the energy he brings to the table is just... different. There's a sadness to it, probably.

God, what if he trusts Ladybug, though? More than her? Note to self: never become Luka's confidant in Bug Mode. When he finds out the truth, he'll have to deal with a SECOND disappointme-- wait, 'when'?

Ah! AHH! Marinette snaps her eyes shut, face scrunching up tight. Her hands smack on her cheeks. The thoughts ran off on their own again, so it's time to reel it back in. Reeling, reeling- and back at the start. What was the start? The handholding.

Her fingertips shift to her forearm, which she rests beside her. Running them over her skin, it makes her think of his. Being able to run the same gentle touch up his arm...

...Hm. How would he react to that?

He usually doesn't get embarrassed, so maybe Luka'd just ask her if something was wrong? Then she'd be like-

... uh.

-Yeah, no, she wouldn't have a good answer to that. Rewind a bit- so... she's touching his arm-- and he can't notice it, so he has to be distracted or something. Maybe sleeping? -Okay. Nope. Creepy. Try again.

He's... playing guitar and she's leaning against his back, chin on his shoulder, and... ...No, he'd react to that, too.

Dammit, imaginary Luka, just go along with the- oh! She can text him, right? Her phone is under her pillows somewhere, so she's rolling over in excitement, shoving her arms under her pillows until she can fish it out. Tikki stirs, and the light from her phone shoves itself into her eyes. Marinette groans, unlocking and then lowering the brightness with the speed of a bullet.

Opening their message chains. Her thumb swipes her up to double-check their previous conversation. Hn. Not a match for the mood, but he IS sweet. There's no status indicator that he's online or has been. Maybe it's too late for that.

He probably won't answer until the morning, actually- which is a thought that makes her stomach twist in anticipation of disappointment. She'll flick her status on, maybe, and th- OH!

The light by his name just turned green! His name skyrockets to the top of her message list, which is admittedly less embarrassing to be staring at. Now she can convince the imaginary version of him in her head that it was pure coincidence.

Oh, Luka. You have no idea, right? How tormented she is by her own love? Well. Actually, no, he seems to be really in tune with the Adrien stuff. ...Adrien's online now too?

OH GOD. Now she's watching ellipses buffer under Luka's name. Is he actually clairvoyant? Totally, right? The guitar stuff, and the heart songs? ...Can he hear it from this distance? Okay, stupid thought, never mind.

A few impatient taps of her thumb and suddenly Marinette's staring at an invite to a group text that Luka's sent her. No context, then? Luka, what are you throwing her into?

> Marinette: ??????

> Luka is typing...

Marinette has her eyes glued to the screen.

> Luka is typing...

>

>

Oh, COME ON. Don't STOP typing all of a sudden! She has to resist the urge to chomp her phone into pieces, actually. Marinette's brows furrow in annoyance, her hand palm-up in a questioning manner.

She mouths an aggressive 'WHAT?' at her phone.

> Luka is typing...

> Luka is typing...

Go on?! Hello?

> Luka: :) ?

Bastard. Her thumb hesitates.

> Luka is typing...

Oh, he's still going.

> Luka: I'm talking to Adrien. Want to join? > Luka: He's cool with it.

It drains her on the spot. Fantasy Luka gets shoved a little further back in her head and she puzzles herself trying to think of what to do. Being in a chat with Adrien would be something she'd look forward to if she weren't hand-over-forearm in Luka mode at the moment. She'd probably just end up being a third wheel, anyway, and... the conversation would probably die out very fast before it started. Face it, Marinette knows she's way too awkward to make it work.

> Marinette: Is it band stuff then?

> Luka is typing...

An immediate response this time, then, huh? Maybe he was sitting on the message? Oh, maybe he was anxious for a response?

> Luka is typing...

Well, Luka needs to STOP typing so much. Less thinking! More texts! She's about to lock her phone while she waits, but it sends just in time.

> Luka: Just talking about stuff, really. It's okay if you don't want to, though. Don't pressure yourself if you aren't ready.

Well, online is a little different. She doesn't have to look a model in the eye while she talks to him, so maybe it'll be fine. Besides, Luka's highkey like a security blanket, so if--

> Luka: Oh, sorry. He says he's going to ebd, anyway. Sorry, Marinette.

Ebd? Was that supposed to say bed?

> Luka: bed*

SNRK.

> Marinette: ebd? Nooo!

> Luka is typing...

> Luka: You can still join if you want, though.

Don't ignore your typo, Luka. Embrace the teasing.

> Marinette: In ebd?

>

>

> Luka is typing...

>

>

WAIT. NO. EBD WAS A TYPO OF BED AND SHE JUST INSINUATED TH--... Hhh. OOPS. Her heart stills and she grimaces in thought, before attempting to type again. Another pause. Marinette ponders on something.

How IS he going to react to that? His smoothness can't translate too well over text, so what is his plan? Probably just ignoring what it looks like in order to give her the benefit of the doubt.

>

> Luka is typing...

>

>

Wait, is he actually struggling with his words? Usually he's pretty fluid with her, so it's a little fun to see, Marinette has to admit. Maybe he can't read her as well.

> Marinette: Do you think we'll all fit?

WAIT! NONONONO! SHE ACTUALLY HIT SEND?? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! "Shoot! Shoot, shoot! No!" Audible. Hissed. She scrambles to type again.

> Marinette: WAIT!! I MEAN IN EBD!

> Marinette: NOT BED!!!!!!! 😭😭

> Marinette: OH GOD SORRY IM SO TIRED I DIDN'T EVEN THINK THAT THROUGH

> Marinette: I'M MAKING IT WORSE SORRY!! 😖😖😖

She's half tempted to just keep CAPSLOCKING apologies at him until he cuts her off, but-- what do you know?

> Luka is typing...

This is it. Luka's going to officially quit the friendship, she guesses! She'll have to live in a cave underground in shame! It was going to happen eventually-! Dammit, Luka, patch this up for her so she doesn't have to do that. It isn't her fault, okay? She's been repressed for too long and it's not like she can even HAVE a boyfriend, anyway!

> Luka: Marinette you're fine

> Luka: Actually, I choked on my water because you made me laugh

> Luka: lol you're funny as always 😏

LUKA. WHAT IS THAT EMOJI???

> Marinette: omgg I'm so embarrassed

> Marinette: I can't believe I did that

> Marinette: AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE USING THAT EMOJI TOO??!

> Marinette: LUKA WHY

> Luka: Oh, this?

> Luka: 😏😏😏

>

Marinette takes a breath in, smiling at her phone. ...She wants to see him. Like REALLY. It takes all her strength not to whine in frustration that she can't.

>

> Luka: Are you going to ebd soon, then?

> Luka: It's pretty late, are you sure you're going to be rested?

> Marinette: ebd

> Luka: I'm embracing it.

> Marinette: Hehe

Wait. No. Is 'hehe' cringey?

> Luka is typing...

>

> Marinette: Luka is typing...

> Luka: Yep. Keeping you in suspense.

Hot. Weirdly hot. A glance to her wall of pictures. Seeing his face, she bites her lip through a smile.

> Luka: Speaking of suspense

> Luka: You didn't answer my question, by the way

> Marinette: Can't sleep

The smile is coy, and hard to fight. She's DEFINITELY tired. Sue her for enjoying an Akumaless night (please don't jinx her).

> Luka: Are you okay?

> Marinette: I'm a lot better now

>

> Luka is typing...

> Marinette: Also

> Luka is typing...

>

>

> Luka: Also?

>

>

> Luka: 'Marinette is typing...'

Damn, he got her back with that one. It hypes Marinette up a second too long. She sends an impulse text before she can backtrack, and yanks a loose pillow free while she throws her phone to the end of the bed. She hugs the pillow to her chest, burying half her face in it as she anticipates a response.

> Marinette: I guess I need you

...He's probably typing again. That was dumb.

Why did she send that?

...The phone vibrates. She crawls to grab it with one eye barely open. This is called 'refusing to read the notification until the message is fully open'.

> Luka: Thank you for trusting me. I'm really glad you're feeling better.

> Luka: You know I'm always here for you.

...Right, he's respecting those boundaries she set. Being 'buddies' and all. It's the 'sensible' decision she made, but it's so hard not to just fall in love again. She actually feels like a person with him.

Really, it's incredible that he just hears her decisions and then LISTENS to her like that. ...At the same time, though, it's so far from what she's used to that she has no idea how to backtrack. No idea how to convey that she wants him, but also literally cannot have him.

...Okay, not 'have'. He isn't an object. ...Maybe.

BAD THOUGHT. PUT THAT AWAY. He isn't an object! Sorry, fantasy Luka (he can hear her thoughts, because he lives in her head).

...Yeah. But anyway, usually people just ignore what she wants to do and chaos spontaneously erupts in her face.

This whole situation makes her want to cry in frustration. Not the usual kind, though.

> Luka is typing...

> Luka is typing...

Not if she gets in there first!

> Marinette: Can I see you?

>

> Luka: Now?

> Marinette: Sorry. I know it's late. Don't worry if you're too tired, okay? :)

> Luka: Want me to come to you?

She really does, but how would she sneak him in? Her dad could be in the bakery already. ...Though, she hasn't heard him moving about.

> Marinette: Yes. Don't knock, though!! Just text me when you're here, maybe?

> Luka is typing...

> Luka is typing...

>

> Luka is typing...

> Luka: 5-10 minutes. See you then. :)

Marinette's heart skips a beat.

[reaction2whatever]

Agents of SHIELD S3E18-S3E20 reaction

Agents of SHIELD S3E18

-Well at least when Daisy destroys the base she didn't kill anyone

-what if Daisy's vision of somebody dying is that she actually killed somebody on the team under mind control. That's a dark thought I don't think she'd ever recover if this was the case

-oh I'm so done with this. Can they please just get rid of Ward

-I am so sick of seeing Daisy's pretty little adorable face in the same shot with freaking Ward's face

-ugghh I cannot express how frustrated I am with this.

-So done with this show rn. Just. Don't come at me like this.

-AND I wondered why people say season 3 will kick me in the teeth

-welp now the said teeth are very much feeling the kick

-Seeing FitzSimmons awkwardly talking about sex briefly lifted my mood lol they are still cute af

-I hate seeing Daisy with Ward so much. fucking hell. just stop. seeing Daisy put her head on Ward's shoulder physically hurt me and cringed me

-Leave my girl alone already

-Lincoln calling Daisy Coulson and May a small messed up family lol this show really is NOT subtle in implying who is Daisy's father and mother figure

-Oh Simmons is gorgeous. Her usual makeup in this show is undermining how beautiful she is

-Why is Daisy still so hot when she's in evil mode

-The way her power can make the ground split open aww man she's so powerful

-But yeah definitely need to save her before she does something too far gone

-"She's the closest thing I have to a daughter"

-really just not subtle at all. I like Coulson and Daisy's connection though so I think that's pretty moving.

-Are FitzSimmons gonna have sex soon... because it feels like it

-I won't be against it. It'd be pretty cute

-ewwwww that needle into the eye scene is sooooo gross ewww

-sooner or later this show's gonna need to pay for my therapy

-Daisy. Don't do anything stupid.

-poor FitzSimmons omg

-Fitz and Daisy's actors can both ACT in this choking scene but I swear if Daisy ended up killing Fitz she'll never recover

-Even if Daisy didn't actually choke Fitz to death she'll have a hard time dealing with this when she's free of mind control

-oh no alien warm Ward has Will's memories. This must be so traumatizing for Simmons. her dead ex-bf wearing the skin of Grant Ward having a creepy conversation with her? So glad Simmons shot him lol

-At least FitzSimmons made it out alive and Simmons looks gorgeous in this episode

-But uggh it's been a whole episode and Daisy is still with alien octopus warm ugghhhh like come on now...

-I swear to god they better not drag saving Daisy to the finale

-Just how cute is this sex scene between FitzSimmons tho. It's about time

-Kids really all grew up huh

-I want to punch Ward's face so bad

Agents of SHIELD S3E19

-four more episodes to go and this zombie Ward finally got a name

-Hive makes me think of arrowverse lol

-I used to love watching scenes with Daisy in it but now Hive-Ward is standing right by her and he sucked all of the fun out of watching Daisy uggghh

-Also why is this show grossing me out every episode now. That scene of a person melting is just ewww ewww ewww so gross

-Did Simmons just call Fitz her boyfriend. That's so cute

-Lincoln just risked his life to save Daisy awww

-ugghhh Daisy needs to snap out of this or she's gonna get herself killed

-In theory, Kree made the Inhumans so they should be a lot stronger?

-What did I just witness...Daisy just killed a Kree so easily???

-is she really this powerful?

-welp Daisy's fully looking like she's losing it...and I'm pretty sure if she's not under mind control she won't mean these things that she's saying

-Seeing Daisy beat up Mack is so painful I need help

-Welp seems like Hive can't be killed

-Did May just shoot Daisy????

-Uggh another episode and they still haven't saved Daisy and now I'm so frustrated

-This show is very good at making me feel all sorts of negative feelings ugghhh it is looking more and more likely that they'll drag this saving Daisy thing to the finale and ugghhh I hate this

-and ughhh fucking hell Daisy did not just offer herself up as a sacrifice to be drained

-Imma die of frustration and agents of shield better be paying my therapy bills

-When can Ward finally die I just can't deal with this any longer

Agents of SHIELD S3E20

-Daisy darling I know you are under mind control but still. You are gonna get yourself killed

-They really be draining Daisy of her blood when she just got shot

-she looks like she's in real bad shape

-Can't they just let shield save her already there're only three episodes left in this season ugghh I'm so frustrated

-What's sokovia accords and this avenger reference they keep on making

-feels like I need to watch a lot of movies for this show

-yeahhhh Daisy sounds pretty brainwashed rn

-yoyo and Mack make quite a cute couple

-Just when I thought watchdogs are gross they turn into these primitive-looking ugly people ugghhh

-The way Daisy just manipulated Lincoln into escaping shield base ugghh

-eww warm-Ward calling these primitive ugly people his baby with Daisy is on another level of grosss omfg

-AT LAST shield and Lincoln has some brain ugghh

-But I don't see how sending over Lash can accomplish anything?

-ohhhh so Lash can resist mind control

-Daisy is on the verge of bleeding out and she can barely walk and still she's gonna go out to fight Lash??

-welp she's gonna get herself killed

-oh waiiiitttt a minute

-Gotta admit I did not see this coming

-FINALLY they save my girl omfg took this bloody show long enough

-So Lash's purpose is to save Daisy from mind control??

-"This is agent Daisy Johnson I'm coming home"

-Somebody gives her some blood transfusion and don't let her walk on her own omfg she looks like a ghost

-istg this show be playing my emotions and it better not be Mack who dies in Daisy's vision

[barbieswithbettyfinn]

got any christmas Heathers headcanons?

I've been having a grand time imagining a tree decorated with yellow, green, red, and blue baubles! oh and little Veronica and her moms baking and leaving cookies for Santa ofc

hope you had a lovely christmas, or just a lovely saturday if you don't celebrate! thanks for writing hella cute fics x

Thank you for reading them, lovely!

Awww, that's precious!! And little Veronica keeps sneaking some chocolate chips to "taste test" them and see if they're good enough to be put in Santa's cookies. She's the resident quality control.

Heather Mac is like, "You've 'taste-tested' them at least three times, silly!"

And Heather Duke is like, "You're one to talk! You're just as bad as her!"

Okay, headcanons. Let's see...

Heather Mac wears reindeer antlers the whole day, and, if it doesn't get in the way, a red nose. Because Rudolph is precious. ("Mac, take those off!" "No, I shan't, it's Christmas!")

They watch all the Christmas specials! The popular stuff, of course, like Elf, the Rankin/Bass shorts, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and who can forget the Christmas-themed episodes of old Disney sitcoms? To name something a bit more obscure, there's Spot's Magical Christmas. On Christmas Eve, they watch Christmas Eve on Sesame Street, and Barney's Night Before Christmas. And they read books like Merry Christmas, Amelia Bedelia. (I've linked as many as I can find, all on youtube! Special mention goes to the Christmas-themed episode of Static Shock. That one's always stuck with me personally because it was so raw, even though I only watched it a total of one time when I was a kid. It's called "Frozen Out," and I highly recommend it if you can find the full episode! It's out there!)

Christmas songs. You won't find them caroling, but there's a lot Reindeer Twist-ing around. It's little Veronica's favorite, and she usually gets Heather Mac to join in. Also how cute would it be for the Heathers to have learned the choreography for It's Not Christmas Without You to celebrate Veronica's first Christmas with them, little or not. There's a taped performance they did at Heather Chandler's house, which is the physical part of her gift, and then one they perform for her live, which is the actual gift.

Shopping for Veronica is easy in theory. She's not picky, and if it comes in blue, yes please! Mid/dark shades for Big Ronnie, lighter shades for the little one. But she loves most things her mommies give her, so that's not the issue. The issue is she knows her mommies will spoil her so she doesn't ask for things they can buy. She wants "lots and lots of cuddles. Let's make paper snowflakes together. Go skating, build a snowman! Snow forts, snowball fights, snow angels, sledding, hot chocolate. Gingerbread house contest. Eggnog-drinking contest!" Big or little, Ronnie's about quality, not quantity. Toys and things are nice, but she likes experiences. Memories she can write down in her diaries and revisit later and feel happy and warm and fuzzy inside.

That being said, she'll buy things for her mommies, but she has to be very careful not to let them see. Incognito mode and everything. She has them sent to Martha's or Betty's and when she's hanging with them they wrap them up all nice with the appropriate wrapping paper colors so they don't forget who's got which gift. But she makes the handmade stuff around them. Cards and pictures and all that, but only when the subject of the card isn't there. (Heather Mac's looking after her? Don't tell Mommy about her card, okay? Only Heather Duke's around? Don't tell Mama there's a cat pun in her card! Heather Chandler? Momma's gonna laugh at the book reference I put in, but shhh!!)

(Her mommies buy her so much little gear though, let's be real. They make sure she has extra of everything, even if she's never used them. Does she need three pairs of Blue's Clues slippers? Not at the moment. But they're planning ahead! What if she loses one? What if she has no other slippers? What if she just wants something different than her usual pair? She's their little baby and she WILL be spoiled!!)

Baking cookies, of course. All kinds in all kinds of shapes. Chocolate chip, gingerbread, snickerdoodles, oatmeal in stars, Christmas trees, snowmen, wreaths. A lot come out burnt, which makes Veronica a little sad, but they still taste really good! And they have lots of fun doing it, you know? They put out only the best of their batches for Santa and eat the misshaped burnt ones. And eventually they get them right! And the burnt ones that turned out fine in shape get icing put on them anyway. Cookie decoration aaaa we love it!

Decorating the tree. Heather Duke gets a head start on the stupid lights, Heather Mac strings popcorn balls, and Veronica and Heather Chandler hang the ornaments, the tinsel, and the handmade stuff on the tree. Pictures of when they were kids, small trinkets that Veronica made for her littlespace side, all that. Normally, Heather Chandler puts the star or the angel on top, but since they got together, she always lets Ronnie have the honor.

Depending on how excited she is to go outside and play in the snow (from very to VERY), Veronica may "accidentally" skip a few steps when it comes to bundling up. Her mommies take too long make sure she has everything. They might as well bring the snow inside to play with. (Heather Duke: No.)

A certain little girl is too excited to sleep, so they all make a nest in her room and sleep there. So she doesn't come barreling into their rooms way too early in the morning, and they can also catch her if she tries sneaking downstairs. Good thing is she has to wake at least one mommy to accompany her for nighttime bathroom breaks. Christmas or not, dark is still scary!

They also donate a lot of things to shelters and stuff. Blankets, clothes, canned food, and lots of toys. Because they can, and it makes Veronica happy to know other people will have things they need or want. Look at how happy that little kid is with their brand new teddy bear! They did that. Even if they do it anonymously (which they do. Can't have people thinking the Heathers are soft, even though they totally are, but only for Veronica Sawyer). Little Ronnie's happy, and Big Ronnie's proud.

Little Ronnie is a lot more prone to crying around the holidays, both out of sadness and happiness. For that matter, so is Heather Mac. Thankfully, Heather Chandler and Heather Duke are there for emergency hugs and cuddles and headpats.

I ALMOST FORGOT UGLY SWEATER CONTESTS. This is the only time they wear them and they're absolutely beautiful. Heather Chandler would be wearing Carmilla's Grumpy Cat sweater from the 2014 Carmilla Christmas special, and only that one. Heather Duke has lots of choices. Heather McNamara would wear a yellow one with Rudolph on it, or some kind of cute snowman or snowflake designs. Veronica would wear a blue one that has nothing to do with Christmas but it says "I've been a good girl this year!" or something precious like that.

I want to get this out before midnight my time so here's a few! Thanks for asking! Merry Christmas, and I hope you like 'em!

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Leech Lord - First impressions

Ven:

For the first couple of months after he swanned into the COV, Seifa is 110% convinced he's just a con artist - and a shit one at that.

"Oooohh I can see the future with my magical arm, pls hire me oh majesties and I'll guide you to your destiny UwU"

Righhhht...

Then again.. the twins did fall for it, so... 😒

She won't rat him out though, that’s not her style. Ven’s just another Pandoran trying to survive out here, and whatever risk he's decided to take ain't her business, is it. The twins are according to themselves, grown ass adults “With money and power an' shit, yoooo” so need to learn how to not be taken advantage of one way or another, and he seems an easy first lesson in her eyes. 

Either he'll play his game well and leave them frustrated, a hell of a lot poorer, and with slapped egos, or his gamble will turn sour and he’ll end up getting ripped apart by Troy when Calypso grows a brain that’s not located in his pants and works out he's being taken for a run by the slimy shite-hawk.

She won't be part of it either way.

Sei likes him though, right from the get go. It's impossible not to have some admiration for a man this self confident and thick-cheeked to pull a scam on this scale, I mean, are the twins really Gods? Fuck no. Do they already have the support and control over billions? Yes. He’s admirable, and while she's not on 1v1 friendly terms with him, she'll chat. She'll stop and play along, poke gentle fun with him in a Cathedral hallway, ask how he's settling, if he's seen anything interesting, when’s he going to feel alright exploring the city, if Troy has decided he needs an escort or not.

She's rooting for him really, he's funny, he's clever, and he's got heart. Hopes she won't wake up to him being a well dressed smear across the throne room's floor one day. He’s too good looking for that, would be a reaaaal shame.

Seifa’s opinion of him takes a massive shift a few months after he takes his position as Oracle, when while eventually trying to work out if the striped git is getting paid more than her (unacceptable), Troy lazily mentions he's not really getting paid... at all. He’s taking down a basic enough salary for someone in touching distance of the Holy Twins most days, cash wasn’t part of his negotiation. His contract is for med tech access... And suddenly Ven becomes a lot more interesting.

Eli:

She likes him immediately. The man has that effect on people it seems.

There's something untouchable about someone delicate enough to shatter who somehow radiates positivity the way he does, and while she's got no claws in the broadcast department and tries to avoid Mouthpiece as much as any sane person would, the little run-ins with his latest staff member have been memorable.

A genuine "How are you today?" from someone who wants nothing from you bar a smile in return and a chat is... rare here.

Its rare for her, ever.

She'd liked Eli before she found out who he was, why he was here. She'd remember him, and Sei has trouble recalling any of the Mechanicum’s acolytes let alone staff in other Saint’s departments.

Hes special. How Ven’s face lit up whenever he spoke of his brother was something he couldn’t hide, even under the practiced smarm and confidence of his act. Eli feels like he doesn’t belong in this place, good people rarely do, but he is shockingly thankful for his position in broadcasting, and the respect in how he speaks of the twins and other Saints warms her heart.

And maybe Sei has a soft spot for tall, dark skinned, delicate men with smiles wide enough to beam joy through like sunlight.

Best not to think about it.

Jak-Knife:

She’d not come into direct contact with them till Troy had elevated them from their position as a raid leader to one of his personal guards, about a year after she’d taken his invite to accept her Saint role. They scared her for longer than she'd admit, and it wasn't for the reasons people generally would assume..

Yeah they were massive, yeah they were a dominating presence regardless of their movement or reassuring silence, yeah the mask made getting a read difficult.. but.. that’s baby mode for her.

That's easy to deal with, she's been around people who ticked those boxes for years, and running parts deals with Bandits have never been an issue for Seifa.

Regardless of their relatively deserved reputation, Bandits are excellent traders, she'd take 50 over some smug fucking suit from Harrier any day. Superstition and a penchant for honorable fairness make them easy to work with, and there's a reason so many trade towns have off record areas for Bandit caravan docks that aren't hassled out of the area when they set down. She doesn't mind Bandits. She likes them more than half the people she's forced to deal with in the COV, that’s not what scared her about JK.

It was how they carried themself.

It was the coiled, tense control in their limbs. The practiced "relaxed" stance that was anything but. The way their mask would tilt subtly as they'd scope out every room they entered, count and note weapons. The way their open palm was always inches from a relatively concealed blade under their well kept hand crafted gear.

How clean they were, how quiet they were. The way this person listened and pretended they were too dumb to understand. Saw so much and acted like they hadn't picked things up...

That's terrifying when you appreciate what it means about the mind behind these actions.

She saw plenty of her own tricks but in a body three times her strength and speed. Jak-Knife was someone she'd prefer to not be alone with regardless of Troy's insistence they would behave, that they were completely trustworthy and someone he'd stake his life on. She remained polite but distant with them for months, till he sent them to guard her that night and they were forced into a closer conversation.

They click, neither quite what the other had expected. By the time years later when they spend the evening in his quarters, discussing concerns neither had raised but both had been worried by, she'd firmly slotted them into one of the empty spaces she hadn't been aware was so close to her heart.

Ven and Eli belong to @hieroglyphix​ and JK belongs to @godkingsanointed​

Asks are open!

[pink-peony-princess]

A Late Night Call

-Katie-

"Shawn" I called into the darkness, wanting the comfort of my boyfriend. We lived together in a house, along with his friends,Brian, Connor and Dave -who also happened to be my older brother.

When no response came, I started to get worried, I had been feeling unwell for the last several days, running fevers and feeling generally blah, but I had just woken up to bad pain in my abdomen. I had always hated being sick- not only because it obviously wasn't fun, but because I had a fear of doctors and hospitals. Something which wasn't helped by the fact my brother, my boyfriend and their friends were all doctors of some description. As a result, I had tried to avoid medical intervention as much as possible for pretty much my entire life, so twenty years, which both Dave and Shawn as Emergency physicians were not happy about.

Swallowing the lump that was now forming in my throat I called out again, "Shawn!" I tried, louder this time, hoping he had just gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Katie?" I heard a sleepy voice ask, before someone switched the lamp on beside my bed, causing me to close my eyes immediately. "Katie, what wrong honey?" I recognised the voice now as my older brother, I could hear the concern in his tone. "The heat pack didn't help?" he asked, sitting beside me and sighing.

"I hurt D," I whimpered, trying to move closer to him to gain some comfort, while not causing myself anymore pain.

"What do you mean it hurts?" he asked, switching into 'doctor mode'. I hated it when he did this, but even I knew that I needed help. Something wasn't right, and my only hope to get it fixed was letting my brother do his job. "I thought you just felt sick?" he asked, taking my hand to check my pulse.

"I did," I started, "Well, I had an achy tummy, around here," I explained, pointing to around my belly button. "But now it's REALLY hurting," I cried, just wanting him to make it stop.

"It's okay, I'm going to call Shawn okay? Bri!" he called, getting up and grabbing my cell phone of my bedside table, speed dialling Shawn's number.

"What's wrong David?" Bri grumbled, "It's two in the morning for goodness sake. I need my sleep man!" Dave just pointed, directing Brian's attention to me silently, waiting for Shawn to pick-up.

"Oh Katie, what's wrong buddy?" he asked, grabbing a tissue from the side table, before sitting down and gently wiping away the moisture that had accumulated from my face.

"Just make it stop!" I begged, trying desperately to find a more comfortable way to lie, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was now my sole focus.

A few more minutes past in which Brian tried, with almost no luck to calm me, telling me that everything would be okay. Dave took the phone away from his ear. "He must be in the middle of a consult, I kept getting the dial tone, I'll try in a few more minutes," he spoke, coming to sit by my side again.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Brian asked, reaching for more tissues, the ones he had been using, now soaked and laying dis-guarded on the mattress.

My brother looked at me sympathetically, before turning his attention to his friend. "I'm not totally sure myself. I just got up to use the toilet and heard her crying and calling out to Shawn."

"What's up Missy?" Brian asked again, trying to get something useful out of me. When I didn't answer for fear of crying again, he sighed, and rested his hand again my forehead. It was calming, having physical contact, something to take my mind of my current state. "Dave, pass me the thermometer," he uttered. "She's got a fever, when was the last time her temperature was taken?" he asked, as he held it in my ear, waiting for it to beep.

"About- three hours ago," Daveresponded.

"Yep thirty-nine on the dot," Dave spoke moving the instrument away from me. "You have quite the fever Katie," he told me, moving to get the water bottle which Shawn had placed on the wardrobe, helping me to take small sips of the liquid.

"No wonder you're feeling so horrendous," Dave chimed as fixed my blanket up.

"Katie, where is the pain exactly?" Bri asked, sitting up, and moving the blanket aside.

"Here," I told him pointing once again to the spots I had shown D.

They shared a dark look between themselves, before Brian spoke up. "Katie, I need you to lie down again okay, I need to have a feel of your tummy." As he said this, Dave helped me to lay back, making sure that I was as comfortable as I could be, given the current situation. "Can I pull this up?" Brian asked, gesturing to my bed-shirt once I was situated the way they wanted me.

"He' will be as gentle as possible okay," Dave, tried to reassure me, taking my hand.

He felt around for a minute, before hitting the one spot on my right side. The pain was unbearable, and I nearly broke Dave's hand from holding it so tightly. "Please stop!" I begged, hot tears rolling down my face once again.

"I'm sorry Katie," Brian apologised, pulling my clothes back down.

"What's wrong with me D?" I asked, turning to my brother, who was now watching Brian very carefully.

"I can't be sure-" Brian started, "Dave, she hasn't had her appendix out has she?" he checked, watching me closely.

"No, she hasn't. Is that what you're thinking?" he asked, reaching for my phone that he had placed back only moments earlier.

"Well, I can't be sure until we run the usual tests, but when I just felt around that section of the abdomen was firm, and given the pain and fever, it wouldn't be surprising."

I couldn't work out if it made me anxious that Brian was talking like this. On the one hand, he was one of the best surgeons in the area, and the head of General Surgery at the hospital the guys worked at. On the flip side though, he was talking about my appendix, and running tests, and although I didn't understand exactly what this meant for me at that moment, I knew it probably wouldn't be good.

"I'm going to call Connor, let him know what's happening, try to get through to Luke again," he told Dave as he got up and left the room.

The room was quite for a few moments again, as Dave called Shawn again, this time though, it connected and I heard Shawn's muffled voice down the line.

"Shawn yeah it's me Dave, can you come home, it's urgent. Katie's woken in bad pain, we're thinking it could be her appendix, but she's been asking for you for the better part of twenty minutes now, and I doubt she'll let anyone else move her," he was quiet for a moment, before turning and handing the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

-Third Person-

"Shawn?" Katie whispered, down the line.

Hearing his love in so much pain broke the young doctor's heart. "I'm right here babe. I'm on my way," he spoke as he ran out the main doors and into the rain. Only stopping momentarily to let an emergency vehicle through.

"It hurts," Katie cried, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. She was usually strong, so for her to be in this emotional state, he knew the pain must be bad.

"Just hang tight for a few, I'll be there soon, Dave will look after you."

Dave and Brian, who had both heard the end of their conversation smiled.

The hospital was only five minutes from the house, but it took what felt like eternity for Shawn to come crashing through the door.

Katie could see from his attire that Shawn had been on-call, and immediately felt bad for pulling her boyfriend away from his responsibilities.

"Oh honey," he whispered, bending down to kneel beside the bed, kissing her forehead gently. "How long has she been like this?" he questioned, turning to his friends.

"I found her like this," Dave explained, pain clear on his face as he watched his little sister with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Katie muttered, hiding her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, just wanting the world to melt away.

"For what?" Shawn asked, moving back to look at his girlfriend. "There is nothing more important than you," he declared, kissing her gently again.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital Katie-Kat," Dave announced, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"No please," she begged, fear consuming her, her chest tightening at the thought of being in one of the places she hated the most.

"But we'll be able to give you pain meds there, and besides we don't have the right equipment here to deal with this. If something goes wrong, it could be very dangerous babe," Shawn tried to reason, feeling horrible that they couldn't just keep her at home and sort it out there.

"Promise?" she whispered, feeling helpless as she looked between her boyfriend and brother.

"We promise," they responded immediately, before starting to gather the necessary items for the trip to the hospital.

Five minutes later, Katie was wrapped in a blanket, Dave and Shawn having worked together to shift her off the bed, without causing any more pain, something which Katie found miraculous.

"You ready Princess?" Shawn asked, bundling Katie up in his arms, and making his way down to the car. They had decided that it would be quicker to drive, than wait for an ambulance, especially given that they had direct access to the urgent care unit.

Brian had called Connor on the way there, informing him that they would be needing a bed, and possibly an O.R., which Connor had no trouble securing as not only was he Deputy Head of General Surgery at the hospital, and well- respected by his colleagues, but the patient in question was the girlfriend and sister of the two most highly qualified doctors in the area.

The ride to the hospital was not pleasant, every little bump in the road sending white-hot pain through the affected area, Katie, being completely worn out physically and emotionally, was nothing more than a weeping mess when they finally made it to the entrance. Shawn, who had been trying his hardest to keep his hysterical girlfriend calm, so as not to exacerbate her symptoms, let out an auditory sigh of relief when he spotted, his friend, waiting with a gurney, and several nurses.

"She'll be fine mate," Connor promised, just above a whisper so that only Shawn could hear. He nodded, silently thanking his friend for the words of encouragement. Normally he would have had no issue in a situation like this, in-fact, his job entailed this type of situation daily. However, what Shawn was now finding out, was that no-one had told him what it would be like to deal with a loved one in a situation such as this. And It was horrible.

His heart broke into what felt like a thousand tiny pieces, as Katie let out an agonising cry of pain, when she was placed, however gently onto the gurney, it being lead at a rate of knots down the hospital halls and into a free bay.

Stopping to re-gather himself for a moment, he saw Dave, somehow managing to hold himself together, as he held his sister's hand in a silent show of comfort. Shawn really didn't know how he was doing it, but if her own brother could do it, surely, he could too. Shaking the ever-growing dread that was forming at the pit of his stomach, he ran to start assisting in getting Katie into a semi-stable condition.

"I need a standard dosage of pain medication for an I.V." Dave called, going to stand by his sister's side. "I'm going to get some pain medicine in you okay poppet," he spoke, moving the blankets out the way, freeing Katie's hand.

She groaned, but made no effort to move, alarming the four doctors, who knew only too well, how much she would normally fight the idea of needles.

-Katie-

I was aware of everything going on around me, people rushing in an out of the crowded room, the boys ordering fellow doctors and nurses around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

Shawn sat by me, as Dave set me up with an I.V., administering a dose of pain medicine, which helped almost immediately.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hmm," I responded, finally feeling a little more content.

The response seemed to satisfy him, as he went quiet, allowing me to close my eyes momentarily.

I wasn't aware that I had drifted off, but I must have, because the next thing I was aware of, was someone calling my name. When I didn't' respond, they tried again.

"Katie, can you open your eyes for me honey?" This time, I did as asked, blinding light clouding my vision temporarily. "How are you feeling?" Brian asked, standing at the end of my bed, chart in hand.

The room was unfamiliar to me. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he chuckled lightly and came to stand by my side. "We just finished surgery," he spoke, making my eyes go wide.

"What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling scratchy and dry.

"Connor performed an appendectomy," he responded, as he retrieved his stethoscope. "May I?" he asked. When I nodded, he placed the bell on my chest, listening to my heart.

"A what?" I asked, feeling no more informed. "You had your appendix out," he explained in layman's terms so that I could understand it.

"Oh," I was shocked, I knew that I was in pain, but I didn't realise it had been that bad.

"You're quite lucky actually, it ruptured, we caught it just in time, Shawn and Bri were beside themselves."

"Where?" I asked, wanting to know where they were, but not able to get anymore words out, over-whelming tiredness taking over.

"Cafeteria, they should be back in a minute," he reassured me with a smile.

Right on cue Connor, Shawn and Dave all walked through the door, food in hand. When they saw that I was awake, they all stopped running into one another like a set of dominoes.

Connor recovered the fastest, a smile lighting his face as he came over, "So the sleeping beauty has awoken I see."

Shawn looked as if he had been tasered, literally jumping back, forcing Dave to grab him to stop him hitting the ground. The shock only lasted a millisecond though, and before I could take another breath, he was wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest, as if his life depended on it.

"Shawn, gentle," Brian, warned, laughing at his eagerness, but making no move to stop his mate as he hopped onto the bed beside me, forcing our bodies against one another. Feeling his warmth sent a rush of security through me, and I just sat there in silence for a moment, trying to readjust.

Up close I could see the exhaustion, the toll that this had taken on him, his face looked sullen, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "I missed you so much!" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck and breathing heavily. It was a few moments before I realised that he was crying.

"I'm okay," I spoke, smiling, trying my hardest to convince him.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, kissing me desperately. "We all did."

"How bad?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer. He just looked at me and shook his head. "How bad?" I asked again, this time turning to my brother.

When he saw that I was addressing him, he rushed over, taking me in his arms, and hugging me, though much more carefully then Shawn had. After a moment, he stepped back, resting his hand on my shoulder. I took hold of his hand with my free one, keeping a firm grip on Shawn

"You coded," he spoke as if the words physically pained him to say. I didn't say anything, in truth, I didn't know how to respond, what do you say when someone tells you that you almost died? Everyone was quiet for a moment, just sat taking everything in, me, tracing the tattoos on Shawn's arm absent-mindedly.

Again, Connor, was the one to break the silence. "Katie, I just need to do your vitals okay, and check your wound, and then we'll let you sleep," he bargained, when I grimaced at the idea of being poked and prodded once again. "Just follow the light," he instructed, having pulled a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. I did as asked, and after a moment, he put it back, telling me there were no problems.

He was quick, Brian writing everything down on the chart, that he was still holding from when they came in.

"I'm just going to pull this up okay?" he checked that it was okay, before doing so. I winced slightly, earning an apologetic smile from Connor. "That's looking good," he spoke, re-dressing it, and re-situating the blankets so that I was kept warm.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Shawn whispered again, kissing my temple.

"I have to pee," I whispered against his cheek, making him laugh.

"Gee way to ruin a romantic moment," Dave snorted as he sat typing on his laptop, causing me to blush, and hide my face in Shawn's chest

"Nah, it's okay, do you want to use the bathroom?" Shawn queried, moving to get off the bed, before moving the pole which held the fluids out of the way.

"As apose to?" I questioned, feeling confused, as he helped me sit up.

"A bed pan," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I just stared at him for a moment, "Okay, so that's not going to happen, to the bathroom we go," he laughed, helping me manoeuvrer my way out of bed.

It was a slow process getting to the toilet, but he was patient, helping me to bare the weight where possible. Once I was situated, he turned, giving me privacy to do my business. Once I was done, and I had successfully been transferred back to my bed, I was able to relax a little more.

"Are you in pain?" Dave asked, watching as I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard bed.

I nodded,and within moments he was up and administering another dose of pain relievers in the tube sticking out of my arm.

"Thanks D," I mumbled, sleepily, bunking down, and snuggling into Shawn's side to try and stay warm.

"Here, this should help," I heard Dave say, before something extra soft and warm was placed over me. It felt like an electric blanket.

I hummed, finally content, letting myself drift off.

The next few days were okay, well, in between the hourly vitals checks done by the nurses and the daily dressing changes, and not to mention Dave and Connor forcing me to start walking around, something which I grumbled at them about for a solid half hour after the fact.

Finally, five full days after the operation Dave declared that I could go home on the condition that I promised to take it easy, and rest. After making me swear to it three times, he let Shawn remove my I.V. and help me into a wheelchair for the ride out to the car.

The drive home was quiet,Dave letting me rest my head on him as Shawn drove.

When we got home, they helped me up the stairs, all but ordering me to bed, persuading me by promising that we could eat pizza and watch crappy C grade chick-flicks all night.

As I fell asleep to the rise and fall of Shawn's chest, I found myself thinking just how lucky I really was. Lucky that I was alive, and lucky I had the guys to call family.

Reaching up, I pecked Shawn on the check, him leaning down and kissing back. "What was that for?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his face.

"Love you is all," I sighed, resting my head back on his chest, and letting the world fade out. 

[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

A Late Night Call

-Katie-

"Shawn" I called into the darkness, wanting the comfort of my boyfriend. We lived together in a house, along with his friends,Brian, Connor and Dave -who also happened to be my older brother.

When no response came, I started to get worried, I had been feeling unwell for the last several days, running fevers and feeling generally blah, but I had just woken up to bad pain in my abdomen. I had always hated being sick- not only because it obviously wasn't fun, but because I had a fear of doctors and hospitals. Something which wasn't helped by the fact my brother, my boyfriend and their friends were all doctors of some description. As a result, I had tried to avoid medical intervention as much as possible for pretty much my entire life, so twenty years, which both Dave and Shawn as Emergency physicians were not happy about.

Swallowing the lump that was now forming in my throat I called out again, "Shawn!" I tried, louder this time, hoping he had just gotten up to use the bathroom.

"Katie?" I heard a sleepy voice ask, before someone switched the lamp on beside my bed, causing me to close my eyes immediately. "Katie, what wrong honey?" I recognised the voice now as my older brother, I could hear the concern in his tone. "The heat pack didn't help?" he asked, sitting beside me and sighing.

"I hurt D," I whimpered, trying to move closer to him to gain some comfort, while not causing myself anymore pain.

"What do you mean it hurts?" he asked, switching into 'doctor mode'. I hated it when he did this, but even I knew that I needed help. Something wasn't right, and my only hope to get it fixed was letting my brother do his job. "I thought you just felt sick?" he asked, taking my hand to check my pulse.

"I did," I started, "Well, I had an achy tummy, around here," I explained, pointing to around my belly button. "But now it's REALLY hurting," I cried, just wanting him to make it stop.

"It's okay, I'm going to call Shawn okay? Bri!" he called, getting up and grabbing my cell phone of my bedside table, speed dialling Shawn's number.

"What's wrong David?" Bri grumbled, "It's two in the morning for goodness sake. I need my sleep man!" Dave just pointed, directing Brian's attention to me silently, waiting for Shawn to pick-up.

"Oh Katie, what's wrong buddy?" he asked, grabbing a tissue from the side table, before sitting down and gently wiping away the moisture that had accumulated from my face.

"Just make it stop!" I begged, trying desperately to find a more comfortable way to lie, trying to ignore the sharp pain that was now my sole focus.

A few more minutes past in which Brian tried, with almost no luck to calm me, telling me that everything would be okay. Dave took the phone away from his ear. "He must be in the middle of a consult, I kept getting the dial tone, I'll try in a few more minutes," he spoke, coming to sit by my side again.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Brian asked, reaching for more tissues, the ones he had been using, now soaked and laying dis-guarded on the mattress.

My brother looked at me sympathetically, before turning his attention to his friend. "I'm not totally sure myself. I just got up to use the toilet and heard her crying and calling out to Shawn."

"What's up Missy?" Brian asked again, trying to get something useful out of me. When I didn't answer for fear of crying again, he sighed, and rested his hand again my forehead. It was calming, having physical contact, something to take my mind of my current state. "Dave, pass me the thermometer," he uttered. "She's got a fever, when was the last time her temperature was taken?" he asked, as he held it in my ear, waiting for it to beep.

"About- three hours ago," Daveresponded.

"Yep thirty-nine on the dot," Dave spoke moving the instrument away from me. "You have quite the fever Katie," he told me, moving to get the water bottle which Shawn had placed on the wardrobe, helping me to take small sips of the liquid.

"No wonder you're feeling so horrendous," Dave chimed as fixed my blanket up.

"Katie, where is the pain exactly?" Bri asked, sitting up, and moving the blanket aside.

"Here," I told him pointing once again to the spots I had shown D.

They shared a dark look between themselves, before Brian spoke up. "Katie, I need you to lie down again okay, I need to have a feel of your tummy." As he said this, Dave helped me to lay back, making sure that I was as comfortable as I could be, given the current situation. "Can I pull this up?" Brian asked, gesturing to my bed-shirt once I was situated the way they wanted me.

"He' will be as gentle as possible okay," Dave, tried to reassure me, taking my hand.

He felt around for a minute, before hitting the one spot on my right side. The pain was unbearable, and I nearly broke Dave's hand from holding it so tightly. "Please stop!" I begged, hot tears rolling down my face once again.

"I'm sorry Katie," Brian apologised, pulling my clothes back down.

"What's wrong with me D?" I asked, turning to my brother, who was now watching Brian very carefully.

"I can't be sure-" Brian started, "Dave, she hasn't had her appendix out has she?" he checked, watching me closely.

"No, she hasn't. Is that what you're thinking?" he asked, reaching for my phone that he had placed back only moments earlier.

"Well, I can't be sure until we run the usual tests, but when I just felt around that section of the abdomen was firm, and given the pain and fever, it wouldn't be surprising."

I couldn't work out if it made me anxious that Brian was talking like this. On the one hand, he was one of the best surgeons in the area, and the head of General Surgery at the hospital the guys worked at. On the flip side though, he was talking about my appendix, and running tests, and although I didn't understand exactly what this meant for me at that moment, I knew it probably wouldn't be good.

"I'm going to call Connor, let him know what's happening, try to get through to Luke again," he told Dave as he got up and left the room.

The room was quite for a few moments again, as Dave called Shawn again, this time though, it connected and I heard Shawn's muffled voice down the line.

"Shawn yeah it's me Dave, can you come home, it's urgent. Katie's woken in bad pain, we're thinking it could be her appendix, but she's been asking for you for the better part of twenty minutes now, and I doubt she'll let anyone else move her," he was quiet for a moment, before turning and handing the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you."

-Third Person-

"Shawn?" Katie whispered, down the line.

Hearing his love in so much pain broke the young doctor's heart. "I'm right here babe. I'm on my way," he spoke as he ran out the main doors and into the rain. Only stopping momentarily to let an emergency vehicle through.

"It hurts," Katie cried, and he could hear the desperation in her voice. She was usually strong, so for her to be in this emotional state, he knew the pain must be bad.

"Just hang tight for a few, I'll be there soon, Dave will look after you."

Dave and Brian, who had both heard the end of their conversation smiled.

The hospital was only five minutes from the house, but it took what felt like eternity for Shawn to come crashing through the door.

Katie could see from his attire that Shawn had been on-call, and immediately felt bad for pulling her boyfriend away from his responsibilities.

"Oh honey," he whispered, bending down to kneel beside the bed, kissing her forehead gently. "How long has she been like this?" he questioned, turning to his friends.

"I found her like this," Dave explained, pain clear on his face as he watched his little sister with sympathy.

"I'm sorry," Katie muttered, hiding her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, just wanting the world to melt away.

"For what?" Shawn asked, moving back to look at his girlfriend. "There is nothing more important than you," he declared, kissing her gently again.

"I think we need to get you to the hospital Katie-Kat," Dave announced, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"No please," she begged, fear consuming her, her chest tightening at the thought of being in one of the places she hated the most.

"But we'll be able to give you pain meds there, and besides we don't have the right equipment here to deal with this. If something goes wrong, it could be very dangerous babe," Shawn tried to reason, feeling horrible that they couldn't just keep her at home and sort it out there.

"Promise?" she whispered, feeling helpless as she looked between her boyfriend and brother.

"We promise," they responded immediately, before starting to gather the necessary items for the trip to the hospital.

Five minutes later, Katie was wrapped in a blanket, Dave and Shawn having worked together to shift her off the bed, without causing any more pain, something which Katie found miraculous.

"You ready Princess?" Shawn asked, bundling Katie up in his arms, and making his way down to the car. They had decided that it would be quicker to drive, than wait for an ambulance, especially given that they had direct access to the urgent care unit.

Brian had called Connor on the way there, informing him that they would be needing a bed, and possibly an O.R., which Connor had no trouble securing as not only was he Deputy Head of General Surgery at the hospital, and well- respected by his colleagues, but the patient in question was the girlfriend and sister of the two most highly qualified doctors in the area.

The ride to the hospital was not pleasant, every little bump in the road sending white-hot pain through the affected area, Katie, being completely worn out physically and emotionally, was nothing more than a weeping mess when they finally made it to the entrance. Shawn, who had been trying his hardest to keep his hysterical girlfriend calm, so as not to exacerbate her symptoms, let out an auditory sigh of relief when he spotted, his friend, waiting with a gurney, and several nurses.

"She'll be fine mate," Connor promised, just above a whisper so that only Shawn could hear. He nodded, silently thanking his friend for the words of encouragement. Normally he would have had no issue in a situation like this, in-fact, his job entailed this type of situation daily. However, what Shawn was now finding out, was that no-one had told him what it would be like to deal with a loved one in a situation such as this. And It was horrible.

His heart broke into what felt like a thousand tiny pieces, as Katie let out an agonising cry of pain, when she was placed, however gently onto the gurney, it being lead at a rate of knots down the hospital halls and into a free bay.

Stopping to re-gather himself for a moment, he saw Dave, somehow managing to hold himself together, as he held his sister's hand in a silent show of comfort. Shawn really didn't know how he was doing it, but if her own brother could do it, surely, he could too. Shaking the ever-growing dread that was forming at the pit of his stomach, he ran to start assisting in getting Katie into a semi-stable condition.

"I need a standard dosage of pain medication for an I.V." Dave called, going to stand by his sister's side. "I'm going to get some pain medicine in you okay poppet," he spoke, moving the blankets out the way, freeing Katie's hand.

She groaned, but made no effort to move, alarming the four doctors, who knew only too well, how much she would normally fight the idea of needles.

-Katie-

I was aware of everything going on around me, people rushing in an out of the crowded room, the boys ordering fellow doctors and nurses around, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't muster the strength to fight anymore.

Shawn sat by me, as Dave set me up with an I.V., administering a dose of pain medicine, which helped almost immediately.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Hmm," I responded, finally feeling a little more content.

The response seemed to satisfy him, as he went quiet, allowing me to close my eyes momentarily.

I wasn't aware that I had drifted off, but I must have, because the next thing I was aware of, was someone calling my name. When I didn't' respond, they tried again.

"Katie, can you open your eyes for me honey?" This time, I did as asked, blinding light clouding my vision temporarily. "How are you feeling?" Brian asked, standing at the end of my bed, chart in hand.

The room was unfamiliar to me. He must have seen the confusion on my face as he chuckled lightly and came to stand by my side. "We just finished surgery," he spoke, making my eyes go wide.

"What happened?" I croaked, my throat feeling scratchy and dry.

"Connor performed an appendectomy," he responded, as he retrieved his stethoscope. "May I?" he asked. When I nodded, he placed the bell on my chest, listening to my heart.

"A what?" I asked, feeling no more informed. "You had your appendix out," he explained in layman's terms so that I could understand it.

"Oh," I was shocked, I knew that I was in pain, but I didn't realise it had been that bad.

"You're quite lucky actually, it ruptured, we caught it just in time, Shawn and Bri were beside themselves."

"Where?" I asked, wanting to know where they were, but not able to get anymore words out, over-whelming tiredness taking over.

"Cafeteria, they should be back in a minute," he reassured me with a smile.

Right on cue Connor, Shawn and Dave all walked through the door, food in hand. When they saw that I was awake, they all stopped running into one another like a set of dominoes.

Connor recovered the fastest, a smile lighting his face as he came over, "So the sleeping beauty has awoken I see."

Shawn looked as if he had been tasered, literally jumping back, forcing Dave to grab him to stop him hitting the ground. The shock only lasted a millisecond though, and before I could take another breath, he was wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest, as if his life depended on it.

"Shawn, gentle," Brian, warned, laughing at his eagerness, but making no move to stop his mate as he hopped onto the bed beside me, forcing our bodies against one another. Feeling his warmth sent a rush of security through me, and I just sat there in silence for a moment, trying to readjust.

Up close I could see the exhaustion, the toll that this had taken on him, his face looked sullen, his eyes puffy and red from crying. "I missed you so much!" he whispered, resting his head in the crook of my neck and breathing heavily. It was a few moments before I realised that he was crying.

"I'm okay," I spoke, smiling, trying my hardest to convince him.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he admitted, kissing me desperately. "We all did."

"How bad?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer. He just looked at me and shook his head. "How bad?" I asked again, this time turning to my brother.

When he saw that I was addressing him, he rushed over, taking me in his arms, and hugging me, though much more carefully then Shawn had. After a moment, he stepped back, resting his hand on my shoulder. I took hold of his hand with my free one, keeping a firm grip on Shawn

"You coded," he spoke as if the words physically pained him to say. I didn't say anything, in truth, I didn't know how to respond, what do you say when someone tells you that you almost died? Everyone was quiet for a moment, just sat taking everything in, me, tracing the tattoos on Shawn's arm absent-mindedly.

Again, Connor, was the one to break the silence. "Katie, I just need to do your vitals okay, and check your wound, and then we'll let you sleep," he bargained, when I grimaced at the idea of being poked and prodded once again. "Just follow the light," he instructed, having pulled a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. I did as asked, and after a moment, he put it back, telling me there were no problems.

He was quick, Brian writing everything down on the chart, that he was still holding from when they came in.

"I'm just going to pull this up okay?" he checked that it was okay, before doing so. I winced slightly, earning an apologetic smile from Connor. "That's looking good," he spoke, re-dressing it, and re-situating the blankets so that I was kept warm.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Shawn whispered again, kissing my temple.

"I have to pee," I whispered against his cheek, making him laugh.

"Gee way to ruin a romantic moment," Dave snorted as he sat typing on his laptop, causing me to blush, and hide my face in Shawn's chest

"Nah, it's okay, do you want to use the bathroom?" Shawn queried, moving to get off the bed, before moving the pole which held the fluids out of the way.

"As apose to?" I questioned, feeling confused, as he helped me sit up.

"A bed pan," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I just stared at him for a moment, "Okay, so that's not going to happen, to the bathroom we go," he laughed, helping me manoeuvrer my way out of bed.

It was a slow process getting to the toilet, but he was patient, helping me to bare the weight where possible. Once I was situated, he turned, giving me privacy to do my business. Once I was done, and I had successfully been transferred back to my bed, I was able to relax a little more.

"Are you in pain?" Dave asked, watching as I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard bed.

I nodded,and within moments he was up and administering another dose of pain relievers in the tube sticking out of my arm.

"Thanks D," I mumbled, sleepily, bunking down, and snuggling into Shawn's side to try and stay warm.

"Here, this should help," I heard Dave say, before something extra soft and warm was placed over me. It felt like an electric blanket.

I hummed, finally content, letting myself drift off.

The next few days were okay, well, in between the hourly vitals checks done by the nurses and the daily dressing changes, and not to mention Dave and Connor forcing me to start walking around, something which I grumbled at them about for a solid half hour after the fact.

Finally, five full days after the operation Dave declared that I could go home on the condition that I promised to take it easy, and rest. After making me swear to it three times, he let Shawn remove my I.V. and help me into a wheelchair for the ride out to the car.

The drive home was quiet,Dave letting me rest my head on him as Shawn drove.

When we got home, they helped me up the stairs, all but ordering me to bed, persuading me by promising that we could eat pizza and watch crappy C grade chick-flicks all night.

As I fell asleep to the rise and fall of Shawn's chest, I found myself thinking just how lucky I really was. Lucky that I was alive, and lucky I had the guys to call family.

Reaching up, I pecked Shawn on the check, him leaning down and kissing back. "What was that for?" he asked, a soft smile gracing his face.

"Love you is all," I sighed, resting my head back on his chest, and letting the world fade out.