#please god please don't let this be crunched too badly

[galactaknightyaoi]

🌻 Metadede Week 2024 : Day 7 - Loyalty 🌻

I'M LATE but I really wanted to make something... These two goofs mean a lot to me. So here it is! Their life together!

Individual pictures under the cut.

[xliketoread]

On some days, I wish to be you, rather than be yours. (angst)

_12:46am

Your boyfriend is endearing. and you could stop yourself from looking at him with heart in your eyes.

You love how he enjoys doing his job, living his best life with people cheering and hoping every best things will happen to him. Oh, to be adored like that, it must be great. But deep down you know how his job could exhaust him, drain strength from his veins and bones, and drown him in the fear of being abandoned. But it's okay, when that time comes you will be there, his family will be there, his friends will be there, and his fans too.

You feel ugly thinking about your boyfriend like this, but gosh how could you help it? You are somewhat jealous of his life. You know you shouldn't, at the same time, your selfish feeling blends in well with your love for him. You use it as a motivation when you are feeling down or hopeless with life.

But not now...

Not when your heart bleeds as those wounds start to open again. You were right about one of those things you have in mind for months after dating Yeonjun for more than two years. His longing eyes, his warm touches, and his heart are not yours anymore. While your heart is still there, beating weakly and slowly dying with desperation. You got nothing left.

Heavy tears fill your eyes as you stroke his hair while he lies on the table, passing out from alcohol. God, he looks so beautiful, your eyes can't seem to move away from him. You make a wild guess, you are looking at him like that again. Like how you once saw it through Soobin's camera, like how in your eyes, he was the only person in this world that matters, the other parts of the world aren't.

Feeling a pat on your shoulder, you turn around to see Beomgyu looking at you "What's up, Beomgyu?" you smile, Beomgyu could see your glossy eyes shining under the street light.

"You okay?" his voice is quiet, you could feel him trying his best to gently approach this whole thing.

"Not as good as normal days. You? Have you been feeling well lately?"

His heart aches for you honestly. You always like this, blooming like those beautiful flowers in the wild, so strong and brave like warriors.

"y/n... I know hyung treats you badly... and i don't know if i ... should be the one who says this...but"

He shakily inhales, pushing his tears back "I'm sorry, god, i'm sorry."

You look down, watching the dirt on the ground get covered up by snow, today is cold too. Colder when the fire in your heart wasn't there...

"Why should you said that, Beomgyu? None of this is your fault, and... I didn't confront him with that...well....yet"

"So don't feel bad okay? You are just his friend, you can't control his feeling, Beomgyu. If we fell apart then we fell apart, that is what it is." You laugh at how you still try to cover Yeonjun in front of his friend.

"But thanks. You are such a sweet boy, Beomgyu."

---

As suffocating as it can get, the dorm fills with silence and ... regret. You didn't do this on purpose but magically, you have chosen the day when Yeonjun and the rest of the group have a clear schedule, which means they are free and wandering around the dorm to get through the day.

"What?" confusion placed on Yeonjun's voice as his eyebrows crunch up. "what are you talking about?"

You lay your head on your hand, watching his reaction as you repeat those words again "I want you to be honest with me, Choi Yeonjun. How long have you been cheating on me with her?" He flinches at how you call his full name, cold and disappointed.

"Who are you talking about? There is no her, it is always only you." There you go again. His reassuring words, his kind voice. However, those have spines, and they sting you badly.

Your hands cover your face. Your emotions bust out like a volcano, swallowing you whole. He sits there, silent and stiff. A sight of the guilty and his victim.

"Y/n... please I'm sorry, i let myself go and destroy what we have"

The silence filling the dorm now is replaced with your devastated sobs, his apologies. "Please don't cry, my y/n. Please... i will do anything to make it up to you... please" his hands cup your face, trying to kiss your tears away.

"How could you?" You are only able to get that out of your mouth before going back to crying again. Yeonjun holds you tightly, you can feel his tears too, as they wet your neck, his breaths remain unstable as long as your tears fall.

Now you lay on your side as his hands wrapped around your waist, refusing to let you go and fearing that you might disappear from him, from his life.

"Please don't leave me, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. Don't leave me, please. i'm sorry..." Your heart is heavy, his pleadings and desperation remind you of yourself, but yours were silent, was a secret you hid behind your walls.

"Don't you remember once i told you, Yeonjun? I said that i want to be you instead of being yours on some days...." You whisper in the night.

"Yeah.." he answers.

"Being a woman means having the power to love someone, but Yeonjun ah, being a man means being able to feel that love. That beautiful emotion, did you enjoy being loved by me too?"

He only hugs you tighter as your words sink into his brain. He starts to cry again. At this point, he doesn't know what to do to prevent you from leaving anymore.

The red thread between you and him was cut, and he was the one who did it.

.lu

[finalgirlkateausten]

“ now, i know you said you didn’t want one, but… the others organized a surprise baby shower for you. try to look surprised, please? “ for the ivy au pls 🥺 if you don't have anything in mind, maybe something with Nat and Ava, where Nat's sympathising over having a surprise baby shower? or at the very least something that shows Ava has friends lmao

BLESS YOU this is exactly the kind of request I was hoping for for the Ivy AU!!! one of my fav elements of this AU is the inversion of canon in that Ava now has lasting connections with everyone at med and it's Connor who's more on the outside when he returns. But this is way before that-- set about six months after Connor leaves for Mayo. Also I'm not using the exact prompt dialogue oops but the spirit is there

TW for canon-typical hospital setting and elements of childhood illness/hospitalization.

Ava is refreshing the information on the donor heart that's still a few hours out when Dr. Frisch sidles up to her, turning off her tablet displaying the patient's chart. "Hey, Bekker, what time is your baby shower on Sunday?"

Ava scowls, caught off-guard by the abrupt transition from intense medical discussion to personal questions. "What? I'm not having a baby shower."

"...oh," Maia says, "It's possible I wasn't supposed to say anything."

She refreshes the flight tracker one more time before looking up at the pediatric cardiologist. "Say anything about what? Who's throwing me a baby shower?"

"I heard about it from Beth and a few of the other OR techs," her colleague answers, "and I think some more of the ED folks are in on it too. April, Maggie, potentially Dr. Reese? I'm not sure, though."

"God. Fuck." Ava pinches the bridge of her nose. "I can't deal with this right now."

"I'm sorry I brought it up," Maia says, wincing apologetically. "Maybe, uh, at least try to look surprised?"

"I'll take care of it," Ava mutters. "I won't let them yell at you for spilling."

On the end of her sentence, Natalie exits the patient's room, a tentative smile on her face. "It took me ten minutes in there to reassure those parents that their little girl is finally getting a new heart. Ava, this surgery is going to be a miracle for them."

"Let's not count our chickens yet," she says tersely. "The heart is still nearly two hours away. I'll be working under a bit of a crunch period."

"I know, right now it's just a waiting game," Natalie agrees. "New subject-- Dr. Frisch, what were you saying before I came out?"

Maia makes a face like she's sucking on a lemon. "I have to go round on my other patients."

Natalie looks at Ava with curiosity, and Ava sighs and starts walking toward the doctor's lounge in search of some coffee. "Maia says Beth and April and some of the others are surprising me with a baby shower."

"Oh, that's tough," Natalie hums, sucking her teeth. "My mother-in-law did the same thing for me when I was pregnant with Owen. She wanted it to happen so badly, and I didn't know how to say no to her."

"Well, you had a good excuse," Ava says, sighing heavily as she drops a decaf pod into the coffeemaker. "I'm not a widower, just antisocial."

"Still, I know you're having a hard enough time already," Natalie says. "Do you want me to say something? Maybe try to dissuade them?"

"Oh, I don't know," Ava moans. "I mean, it would be nice to have some extra things for the baby, I'm sure they'll think of gifts I wouldn't have bought otherwise... I suppose I can muster up the energy for a little gathering, now that it's not a proper surprise."

"Alright then," Natalie says, and she looks a little surprised, but she doesn't question any further, which Ava is grateful for. "I don't want to be presumptuous, but... if you need any moral support..."

"Sure," Ava says, smiling thinly, "you're invited to my surprise baby shower that I don't know about."

The baby shower ends up being at the tiki bar, and there are quite a few more people than Ava was expecting, from Brett and Shay from 51 to Sarah Reese, despite Maia's uncertainty on if she was coming. Ava feigns surprise and pastes on a smile, accepting hugs and squeals from her friends.

"We're glad you could make it, Doctor Bekker," Beth says, handing her a glass of lemonade.

"We wanted to do a little something for you, Ava," Maggie says, kissing her cheek.

April nods in agreement, perched on a barstool. "I can't believe you're doing this by yourself... we wanted to remind you that you're not completely alone."

Suddenly, Ava finds herself touched, and more than that, choked up. Hormones are an utter bitch, and she sips her lemonade to hide the tears threatening. "You all are really sweet," she says, accepting a side hug from Sarah and a card from Sylvie. "I guess I'm glad Maia looped me in after all."

There's a hubbub at that, and Ava winks at her colleague, who is trying her best to feign ignorance. Everyone is mostly laughing, though, and by the time Ava is settled in the shade on a wicker sofa, they're back to chatting excitedly. Natalie and Sarah are on either side of her, Sarah rambling about the etiquette of surprise parties and how they suck for people with anxiety, and Nat just beaming at Ava as she stacks presents. "So you're having fun?"

"I think so," Ava says slowly. "It's been a long time since I've had a group of friends all get together like this for me. Maybe... before med school."

"Wow," Sarah murmurs. "I guess in this case the party was very necessary."

"Perhaps it was," Ava agrees. "Even if I'm not the biggest fan of being the center of attention."

"How about the center of hugs?" Natalie asks.

Ava looks back and forth between her and Sarah, who's holding back giggles. "Well, alright."

As soon as she finishes her sentence, they're both hugging her at once.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 3

Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

Pairings: Dean x OFC (eventual)

Warnings: None in this chapter. Just some angst and a little sadness. And an angry John.

Word Count: 3,760

Chapter Summary: It's been over a year since Dean has seen Julie, can he still come to her to brighten his day?

A/N:  The third chapter in a longer series. I’m figuring about 10 chapters. (At this point, anyway.) It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊

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3 Years Later (2003)

The late afternoon sun was shining brightly into Dean's eyes as he leaned against the Impala, waiting to see a telltale shock of auburn hair and freckles come through the school doors.

This was probably stupid. Maybe bordering on creepy? he thought. I'm a grown ass man waiting outside a high school to pick up a kid I haven't seen in over a year. He shook his head. I'm gonna get arrested.

But then she walked out of the double doors, ponytail swinging, wearing a backpack that looked bigger and heavier than her, and Dean felt his heart lift. Without fail, even after all this time away, the sight of her brightened him, made him feel lighter. He needed that so badly right now.

He leaned in the open driver's side window and honked the horn, making her jump a foot. He chuckled. His smile widened as he saw her eyes brighten and her surprised smile light up her face as she caught sight of him. She was beaming at him as she ran full throttle towards him.

He was prepared for her attack hugs by now, and he welcomed it. He allowed his arms to settle around her shoulders, as comfortable as ever, as she squeezed a small grunt out of him.

"Careful, kid. You got strong." he teased her, looking down at her shining face where she rested her chin on his chest.

She pulled away from him to punch him lightly in the arm. "What are you doing here and why didn't you call?"

He tilted his head toward the car behind him. "Wanna go for a ride?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Even if she didn't want to talk to him after he'd sort of gone MIA for a year, she'd never turn down a chance to go for a ride in the shining black beauty.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head questioningly. "I don't know. I'm not supposed to take rides from strangers and I haven't seen you in over a year...stranger." she said, heavily emphasizing the last word. Her eyes narrowed slightly, accusing him, but asking for an explanation too.

He didn't have an easy one to give her. So, he just shrugged and gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, kid, it's just the job." He hoped she'd just accept that almost answer.

She took a moment, but then she pulled off her backpack and tossed it to him and he stumbled back under the weight.

"Good God, Jules! I've got guns, knives, ammo, and a first aid kit in my duffel bag and it doesn't weigh half this much! What are you lugging around in here, gold bars?"

She chuckled as she walked around to the passenger side. "I wish. Nope, just books. And the small bag of salt Bobby won't let me leave the house without. But mostly books."

Dean shook his head and hefted the backbreaking bag into the back seat before climbing in behind the wheel. As he pulled the door closed, Julie grabbed hold of his upper arm with both her hands.

"Can you please do that really cool thing where you like spin the tires and gravel goes flying everywhere? Please?! There's no one around!" she turned wide, pleading eyes on him. "Please?!"

Dean shook his head, caving under the irresistible pressure of those big brown eyes. "Fine, but this might be considered contributing to your delinquency."

Julie grinned wide enough for her one dimple to appear. "God, I hope so!"

As the wheels on the beautiful black tank spun, and made a satisfying grinding crunch in the gravel before taking off like a missile, Julie let out a whoop. When they were on the highway, she rolled down the window and stuck her head out as Dean sped south, away from town.

She supposed she should be afraid going this fast, but she was never afraid when she was with Dean. It was the only times in her life when she felt utterly and completely safe, nearly indestructible. She trusted him, his abilities, his protection, and even his driving skills, without question. And a year without seeing him hadn't changed that.

Dean was chuckling at her as she tucked her head back into the car, pushing back the stray hairs that had come loose from her ponytail.

She looked into the back, but didn't notice any signs of Sam or John. "Where are Sam and your dad?"

She instantly regretted asking the question because Dean's grin melted in a heartbeat, replaced by a look of such sadness. It was gone in an instant and if she hadn't been looking right at him she would have missed it. But she'd seen it and it made her stomach tighten a little in worry.

Dean was silent for a beat before pointing toward the tape deck where Metallica's "Wherever I May Roam" was pouring out of the speakers.

"Did you know that the lead singer of Metallica, James Hetfield, loves classic cars?"

He glanced over at Julie before returning his eyes to the road. She wanted to press him for an answer as to Sam and John's whereabouts, but she could see his desperation to change the subject, so she allowed it, picking up the conversation about Metallica.

"Really? Is he just one of those rich guys who buys a bunch of cars to show them off, or does he actually know about them?" Growing up in an auto salvage yard had made Julie pretty savvy about cars at a very young age.

Dean grabbed on to the conversational lifeline she threw him, clearly grateful and relieved as he warmed up to his subject. "No, he really knows cars. He grew up fixing and rebuilding them with his dad. If he wasn't a rock star, he might have ended up just working in a garage. What a loss to rock that would have been!"

Three hours and six mixed tapes later Dean and Julie were parked, overlooking a deep ravine that led to a river bank. They were sitting on the hood of the Impala, munching on juicy burgers and crunchy fries.

Julie kicked her shoes off onto the ground so she could cross her legs underneath her without fear of scratching Dean's baby.

She scooted up close to the windshield and leaned back against it, patting her stomach. "Oh my god, I'm so full." she groaned.

Dean grinned. "Good. I'm sure Bobby feeds you good, but nothing beats burgers and beers." He said, tipping his bottle toward her. "Not that you'd know about that last part."

Julie sat up. "Well, I would if you'd give me a sip."

"Uh uh." Dean said quickly. "Not likely."

"Oh come on!" Julie pleaded. "Like you never had a beer before you were 21?" Her expression was full of knowing disbelief.

"Not the point." Dean said, pointing a scolding finger at her. "Do as I say, not as I do."

Julie rolled her eyes, but gave a small grin. "Some role model you are!"

Dean smiled, but sadness peeked through. "Good god, no. Never use me for a role model."

There was a slightly awkward pause and Dean took another sip of his beer while Julie played with a loose thread on the bottom of her tank top.

She shivered slightly in the early autumn breeze. It was September which meant it was warm in the sunshine but had turned cold as the sun sank in front of them.

Dean set his bottle down and shrugged out of his dark blue, heavy denim jacket.

"Here. You're gonna catch a cold." he said, settling the heavy jacket around her shoulders. It was massive on her, but she slipped her arms through the sleeves and wrapped herself up in it, drinking in Dean's warmth and scent - a kind of woodsy, earthy scent, something that was masculine and crisp and caused her young heart to flutter and her stomach to erupt in butterflies.

Suddenly shy, she ducked her head and smiled. "You don't catch a cold from the cold, you catch them from a virus."

"Either way, if I bring you home with a cough Bobby's gonna skin me. Speaking of, isn't he gonna be worried about you?" Dean asked as though the idea just occurred to him.

But Julie shook her head. "No, he's out on a hunt. Said he probably won't be back for two days."

Dean nodded. "You get left on your own a lot?" He asked, and his voice held a note of some emotion Julie couldn't put her finger on. Anger? Sadness?

"No, hardly ever. I had to reassure Bobby a hundred times that he should go do what he needed to do. And then reassure him another hundred times that I didn't need a baby-sitter." Julie shook her head. "I'll be seventeen in less than two months."

Dean smiled, seemingly happier. "Good for Bobby. He's just looking out for you like he should."

Julie gave him an unimpressed look. "I'm going to college in like a year. What's he going to do then?"

Dean flinched like she'd hit him. He drained the last of his beer and tossed his last few fries in his mouth, before wiping his hands on his faded jeans and jumping off the car.

"We should get going. The sun's gonna be down soon, and I should get you home and tucked in before then."

But Julie stayed put. Dean walked up to the passenger side and reached toward her as though he was going to help her down. But Julie batted his hands away and swung her legs over the side of the car so she was facing him.

"Dean." Her voice was soft, but sure. "Where are Sam and John?"

Dean turned his head away to look out across the river. She watched his profile and couldn't help but get momentarily caught up in the beauty of it. She'd seen Dean be cocky and flirty around waitresses and other young, female hunters. She knew he was aware that he could charm most women off their feet, but she was pretty sure he was unaware of just how incredibly beautiful he really was.

He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes and Julie instinctively took hold of his hand, squeezing reassuringly.

"Sam left."

Julie nodded having thought it might be something like that. She knew Sam was desperate to go to school and Dean's reaction to her mention of going to college had made it pretty easy to guess.

"He got into Stanford. Full ride. He was so excited." Dean sounded proud and heartbroken. Julie brought her other hand up to rub gently across the back of Dean's knuckles. She didn't know what else to do.

"Well," she said tentatively, "I know it's hard and you'll miss him. But there's holidays and summers, he'll come to visit, or you can go see him on some...weekends..." she trailed off as Dean shook his head, lowering it to stare at the ground. In that position Julie struggled a little to make out his expression in the dying light of the evening. His face seemed strained and tired.

"No. You don't understand. Dad wouldn't let him go. He forbid it. He told Sam..." he paused and took a deep breath, raising his head and looking at her fully. The look in his bright emerald eyes tore at Julie's heart and she would have done anything to erase it.

"He told him if he walked out the door, he shouldn't ever come back." Dean smiled without humor. "And of course Sam walked right out the door."

Dean pulled away from her, moving toward the fence that cordoned off the ravine. She hopped down and followed him.

Not sure it would be welcomed, she chanced wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind, the sleeves of his big jacket trailing over her hands. He tensed, but he didn't push her away.

Eventually she moved to stand beside him and watched in silence as the trees by the riverside swayed in the westerly wind. She wanted to say more, wanted to fix it all for him somehow, but knew she couldn't so she just waited for him to say more if he wanted; she waited to listen and absorb some of his heartache if he chose to share it.

"I couldn't stop it this time." He said, voice barely audible above the wind. "I tried. They just wouldn't listen. Neither of them would hear me. They just kept yelling at each other, both of them, just ripping each other to shreds, like they were having a contest for which of 'em could be the bigger asshole to the other." He paused. "And I just couldn't make them listen."

Julie heard the guilt there and refused to let him take this on himself, he did that entirely too much. "Dean. Sam and John are two of the most stubborn men I've ever known. You couldn't have stopped them. But it's only a fight. Once they cool down..."

But Dean let out a huff and shook his head. "No. You didn't hear them, Jules. It was...awful."

She continued trying to persuade him that he couldn't have changed anything. "Look, no matter what you did or said, Sam was always going to go to school. And your dad was always going to forbid it. This was inevitable."

Julie decided to take Dean's silence for agreement although she wasn't entirely sure that it was. A thought occurred to her. "The tension must have been building quite a bit over the last while. Is that why you guys have stayed away? Too much drama?"

Dean smiled softly. "Partly. And partly, it really was the job." He ran a hand across his face. "It's just felt like never-ending evil this past year. We used to be able to take a couple days here and there, maybe even a couple weeks between jobs. But it's like the monsters are on a rampage lately."

His expression turned grim. "Which is another reason Dad was so against Sammy leaving. For one, we really do need his help. But mostly, it feels more dangerous than ever for him to go off on his own to the other side of the country. We've pissed off a lot of monsters and a fair few demons, especially over this last year. They're gonna want payback." He tried to hide it, but she could hear the note of terrible fear in his voice.

There was a pause and again Julie wanted to fill it, but she sensed Dean had something more to say. He kept taking a breath to say something and then just letting it slip out of his parted lips.

Finally he spoke, voice impossibly low and aimed at the ground. "I think...I think Sammy wanted me to go with him." He turned his head to look at her and she watched a tear well up and spill out of his left eye. "I think I let him down."

He wiped angrily at his cheek and walked back to the Impala. It was dusk now, the sun having just set, and he went over to the passenger side door and opened it. "We need to get you home, kid. It's late."

Julie complied, grabbing her shoes and shoving her now dirty socks back into them before climbing into the leather seat. Dean banged the door closed behind her.

As he started the car, Julie put a hand on his forearm to stop him from driving away.

"Did you want to go with him?" She asked.

Dean shrugged. "What would I do in California?"

"That's not what I asked." Julie said, holding firm.

Dean shrugged again and shook his head. "It doesn't matter what I wanted. I'm not gonna leave Dad all alone out here."

He put the Impala in gear and Julie moved her hand away, so sad for him and slightly angry at his unbending sense of loyalty. It was beautiful, but sometimes made his choices for his own life very narrow. He deserved to be happy too.

She silently agreed with Sam, that the boys deserved their own life and to make their own decisions. John's obsession for hunting was well known even to a semi-civilian like herself. But why did he have to force his sons to give up their lives to it too?

Maybe I just can't understand, Julie thought. After all, I've never lost the love of my life with no explanation, nothing left behind but fear and dread.

She had always liked John; he could be a little intimidating, but he'd always been kind to her. But it bothered her the way he was with Dean sometimes, so short and impatient. And he seemed to expect constant obedience from both his sons. She'd heard he was a Marine, so maybe that was where that attitude came from.

She was very happy Bobby had never been in the Marines, because the most surefire way to make her refuse to do something was to order her to do it.

Soon enough they pulled into Bobby's yard and the rumbling of the Impala went silent. She had so much she wanted to tell Dean. She wanted to reassure him again that Sam and John fighting was not his fault. She wanted to tell him he had the right to go to California, even if it was just to visit his brother.

But before she could say anything, they were met with the sight of both their fathers running out of the house toward the car.

Dean jumped out quickly and Julie followed, but slower.

"Dad!" Dean said, surprise evident. "What are you doing here?"

John barreled at him, crowding him back against the hood. "What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here? You just left the motel, no note, nothing. I thought you were..." John stopped, closing his eyes, his breathing shallow and rapid. Julie recognized his intense fear.

Dean shook his head. "I did leave a note. On the stationery in the room. On the desk. I said I was coming to Bobby's." He spoke quickly, his voice strained, as though he was desperate to be believed.

John gritted his teeth. "Well, it fell off the desk then. Because there was nothing there. I've been calling you for almost four hours. Why didn't you answer?"

Dean frowned, puzzled as he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and flipped it open. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Shit, it's dead. I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

John grabbed hold of Dean's shoulders and shook him. "You're sorry! Jesus Christ, Dean. You were out running around, with no way to call for help! What if something had happened? You had Julie with you for Christ's sake! You put her in danger too!"

Julie watched Dean's face go completely white and she wanted to kick John in the shin. They hadn't been in any danger, they were never more than ten steps from the Impala and a trunk full of weapons. He was making Dean feel terrible for nothing.

Seeming to feel the same, Bobby moved forward. "Alright, alright, John. No need to keep worrying. They're here now, they're safe."

"That's not the point." John said, finally pushing away from Dean and running a hand through his hair.

Dean's voice was hoarse when he spoke, turning pleading, guilty eyes on Bobby. "God, Bobby, I'm so sorry. I didn't think..." He closed his eyes. "I didn't think." he said, coming to his father's conclusion.

But Bobby shook his head. "It's fine, son. It was an honest accident." He looked at Julie. "But we're gonna get you one of those damn phones too, then between the two of you, someone will have one working."

"I'm sorry, too Bobby. I didn't know you'd be home." Julie said, hoping Bobby hadn't been too scared.

But he shook his head again and patted her cheek. "Don't worry about it, darlin'. I came home early. You couldn't have known."

John turned back to the group, having gained some control. He wasn't yelling anymore anyway. "We gotta go. Say goodbye, Dean." He said.

"But, couldn't we..." Dean began but stopped when John glared at him.

John may not have been yelling, but his voice was hard and angry as he growled at Dean. "Get in your damn car and follow me."

Julie could see a momentary war within Dean. She could see how much he wanted to argue the point to stay, at least the night. There was no reason not to, they were just going to hole up at some motel for the night. She doubted they were needed immediately on a hunt.

Dean's jaw clenched and his fists opened and closed as though fighting the urge to punch something. But in the end, he took a deep breath and nodded tersely.

"Yes, sir."

Julie glared at John and didn't stop when he turned to her and Bobby to nod his farewell. If he noticed her anger, he didn't react. He simply got in his truck, knowing Dean would be following.

Dean turned to them. Julie started to shrug out of his jacket so she could give it back to him, but he waved his hand at her and shook his head.

"No, keep it. You'll freeze." He pulled on the long dangling sleeve, reeling her into his arms to give her a hug. "I'm sorry, kid. I never meant to..."

Julie cut him off. "You have nothing to be sorry for." Julie assured him, knowing he would never believe her. The best she could do was just squeeze him back extra tight. "Come back soon, okay? No staying away for a year!"

He nodded and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Then he pulled away and shook Bobby's hand as John honked at him.

"See ya, Bobby." Dean said before trotting back to the Impala.

The car roared to life and Dean revved the engine, giving over some of his frustration to his beloved baby, Julie thought, before he followed through the dust cloud that John kicked up ahead of him.

Julie stood waving after him, long past when he could see her, she was sure. It had been so long since she'd seen him, and she had no idea how long it would be 'til she saw him again. She wrapped his jacket more tightly around her, as Bobby steered her back to the house, asking if she'd eaten.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm good, Bobby. I think I'm just gonna go to bed, if that's okay." She could feel some tears forming and she wanted to be alone to shed them.

"Of course, kid. Have a good sleep."

She reached up and kissed Bobby's whiskery cheek before racing off to her room.

She climbed into her bed fully clothed, Dean's denim jacket still wrapped around her like a blanket. She pulled down her silver talisman and squeezed it. Using it like a rosary, she said a prayer on it that he wouldn't stay away as long next time.

He didn't. He stayed away longer.

Chapter 4

[headlesscribbler]

I finished For The Future and it's good! But ALL BETS ARE OFF I'M POSTING SPOILERS AND THOUGHTS. (Also its super long like has 20 different points)

Written plotpoint wise and then in general.

-The tone at first was insanely confusing with everyone dying and then then Hooty flying and Eda almost immediately getting over her missing limb (well ig the cliffhanger made it look more dramatic). Also haha hot Harpy Eda scene, fan artists are winners.

-The curse actually wasn't explored that much (or the Owl Beast being trapped which I'm really annoyed at) but it seems to act similarly.

-Luz totally saw King's slightly grown up form with the wings.

-It's depressing seeing literally everyone screwed up but that makes sense and I do like how everyone gets a spotlight on their issues.

-Ok Belos is SUPER cool this episode. Tbh I found him more weird/slightly funny looking last episode but I like how this 350 year old man's flesh is falling off the bones. Also that's definitely dead Caleb we saw this episode and probably last (very cool but the knife looked a little funky dangling there)

-The broken playground and swing, nice Episode 10 reference. Also the graffiti is always funny.

-Lol screw you Terra you got picked to be the Owl Beast bc you're old and cranky. I can't believe her not being in the trailer was for this.

-That Draining Spell is literally only a kill everyone spell, ok? I mean it would have been interesting seeing them try to adapt without any magic but sure (also ig there wouldn't be time)

-Boscha you still suck! Also I can't believe my brother guessed the Kikimora reveal, I was like red skin, short, that's too easy. But looking back, the voice, the glasses. Ok I see it.

-Yeah no redemption all the Grimwalkers/Caleb want to kill Belos. Also lol I joked that he would say shut up to them and I guessed it right.

-Also not really surprised his Grimwalker body didn't last, like you're running out of resources. Still not sure why it still ended up looking like you. Also I was spoiled on him climbing up the skull so I was jumpscared by that scene AND it being a spoiler!

-I liked the visuals of the giant book circling around the tiny planet. Also Collector I know you can rhyme better come on.

-I have no idea what's up with the Collector portraits (hey Hollow Mind parallels). I'll let others dissect it but I found the lore kind id underwhelming like last time but I'm a terrible theorist and time crunch so eh. Also repeat images?

-Literally the entire Hooty and Eda scene was recontextualized to be weirdly more chill and cheery. Like Hooty is alive, why and also why immediately joke about it being weird?I'm not sure how their hideout works but hey there's some peace? Also you're killing me Eda please be with Raine oh my god! Also Eda saying "What's the matter?" made me want to cry, she sounded like a mom comforting her kid! And she said it so kind and softly!

-Ok I was pissed at the Hunter possession bc I thought it was fake/looked dumb. This feels random and weird. Belos possessing a puppet, really? I swear it's like "Huh screw Eda I'm gonna use Raine". But they look better off than Hunter (also why the goop on the ears, like injuiry from a piercing?) Ok but they(?) have cool expressions and their normal voice and mostly look the same and I doubt they'll die (otherwise it's that Diversity Loss meme. I'll pretend they'll die so I don't feel as bad/disappointed if it happens). I don't know why we're doing this again, pattern breaking says they must go but don't they have too much potential?

-Ok this possession concept feels kinda written badly? It's only introduced last episode and you're gonna convince me Belos can actually possess the Collector? Please! Also in general I don't like possessions as they take away the person's choice and creates limited character development for them.

-I've got beef with the Collector (who I now realize is probably different from the Owl Beast trapper but still), I don't like how it's not acknowledged that he was fine with killing everyone. King is nothing like that and I don't like how this Collector feels different from the more scary and dangerous shadow Collector we've seen the most from. It doesn't make sense they're supposed to be the same! Also they'll probably depower him simce he's too powerful (I wonder if doing this will make Collectors extinct.)

-Someone else probably articulated it better but I like the spotlight on Willow, how holding in her emotions to be strong for everyone ends up making her spiral out of control and how Gus and Hunter tell her she can let it out. It's really sad seeing her miss her dads but I'm glad it's acknowledged.

-Yay Camilla and Luz time! Yeah, it's sad how they both have regrets but I'm glad they're reconciling and Camilla is righting her wrongs. Also Luz's wish makes so much sense and I love the anime like tears. (Also yeah her saying she doesn't know what she wants definitely fits Amity given a predetermined path)

-For the teleportation powers Hunter gets, ehh but I do like the action is brings. Also YEAH new plant attacks Willow!

-Also literally calling out every single guess and putting it all in one. I like the Chinese dragon looking one. The designs all kinda look like OCs but it fits and it'll probably grow on me. Also 80% snake for the win!

Bruh the animation looks so good! Honestly mostly the effects but also the scattered fight scenes as well! I like how it goes from whimsy to body horror (would've liked more but eh Belos takes an L)

Tbh the pacing was kinda off since there was the school, King and Eda, and Raine being posessed. It felt weird because it didn't even really feel right for a cliffhanger. Hey who's fault is it (Disney)

Ok compared to Thanks to Them (which I really didn't like and don't want to rewatch due to the Belos possession) this is leagues better. No doubt because questions are answered, things are different and we get to see them again! Effects/fights/body horror/character design is good, I really like the character development and them coping with this nightmare, and others than the Raine thing/unavoidable pacing issues (this feels like similar issues to the first episode) it's super good!

[bbugyu]

holy god.

thank you SO SO SO SO MUCH for one thousand followers! i can't even express how happy i am right now - it's taken me a whole day to decide how i wanted to make this post 🤕

i wanted to do something fun for this milestone, because it's genuinely beyond my understanding that i hit it at all and i want to show my gratitude, but drabble games stress me out because i'm incredibly long winded (who would have guessed, based on the fact this entire paragraph so far is one run on sentence), so i came up with something better!

send me a member, a category, and a prompt, and i will write you a vignette of the moment the prompt is said.

these are short!! like, 2-3 paragraphs only. that's how i'm combatting my inability to just fucking end a fic already jesus chriIIIIIIIST JUST END IT!!! JUST SAY THE ENDDDD AND POST IT sorry i just ..... need to work on that LMFAO

i'll only do each prompt once, so it's first come first serve. feel free to send multiple, just make sure they are in different asks! i'm going to keep this game open for a while, so don't worry about being too late! i'm going to do my best to post these the day i receive the request, but please be lenient with me 😭 i work 50 hours a week.

all pronouns will be neutral, but when picking smut, please specify what genitalia you would prefer (v/p, afab/amab, or however you're comfortable doing so).

prompt list and example is under the cut!

this will also act as a masterlist for the ones i've already posted, so be sure to refresh before submitting a request to have the most updated list! if it is red and crossed out, i've received an ask for it already. again, i will only be writing one vignette per prompt.

categories:

fluff or smut

prompts:

“give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“i think i love you.” soonyoung

“hold my hand.”

“it’s not morning yet.”

“you were right here all along.”

“you don’t have to leave so soon.”

“you could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“i wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“shut up and kiss me.”

“we could try cuddling.”

“stop being so cute.”

“i’m not leaving your side.”

“you should probably eat something.”

“when was the last time you slept?”

“can we stay like this forever?”

“please just kiss me already.”

“i missed you so much.”

“stop being grumpy, it’s boring.” soonyoung

“give me attention.”

“when i’m with you, i’m home.”

“that was kind of hot.”

“this is new.”

“would you just hold still?”

“they didn’t deserve you.”

“rumor has it, i make you nervous.” seungkwan

“are you flirting with me?” seokmin

“i love it when you moan my name.”

“let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

“no underwear?”

“i want you now.”

“use your words.”

“do you like that?”

“you can get louder, can’t you?”

“look what you do to me.”

“i want to taste you.”

“shhhh…”

“tell me how you like it.”

“i just want to please you.”

“all of my thoughts about you are improper.”

“don’t be gentle.”

“i’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

“make me.”

“once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

“don’t give me that look.”

“try to stay quiet.”

“are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“you’re hot when you’re mad.”

“stop distracting me.”

“tell me again.”

“if we get caught, i'll kill you.” wonwoo (ex.)

example request:

wonwoo, smut (afab), 51

warnings. choking

today wasn't the day you were expecting to be pushed up against the inner wall of a closet, lost in the labyrinth of a home that the contracting company you did runner work for spent a disproportionate amount of time remodeling compared to their other clients. sure, you had been hoping - not just today, either, you had hoped for this just about every day since you had been hired - but today was unexpected, because this project was in crunch, and your breath was ragged and you were positive that if wonwoo could actually see you in the dark, you would be embarrassed by your fucked out expression for the rest of your life, but you were there. you were getting absolutely fucked by your stud of a contractor boss in an empty closet. you were even on the clock, and you would have made a joke about how this must have made you a sex worker if you were capable of anything other than chanting his name as he snapped his hips into yours.

he slapped his hand over your mouth, pressing the back of your head into the wall as you whined, and suddenly, his face was right up against yours. your eyes widened, adjusting in the dark to study his furrowed brow and intense eyes, but you could have sworn you saw his lip quirk ever so slightly. you registered the sound of someone walking somewhere in the house, unable to decipher how close they were, but you were sure wonwoo had a better idea by the way his thrusting slowed

"if we get caught, i'll kill you," he muttered, and when your thighs and walls squeezed the parts of his body they were wrapped around, he let his hand fall from your mouth to wrap around the column of your throat as he pistoned into you like it was his job.

[yandere-wishes]

Sweet Blood // Yandere!Vampier! Malleus Draconia x reader//

There had always been an eerie atmosphere surrounding Night Raven. The elevated edifice along with the ghoulish woods that surrounded it had been outcasted from the luminous tiny villages and civilizations that occupied the same land.

Inside the laws of life itself seemed to be mangled and tormented, giving birth to a monstrous manner of existence. The entire student body seemed to be living double lives that they themselves were not aware of. Their form of speech, comportment, socializing and the methodology that was taught, differed vastly from those of the exterior world.

This had left you pondering most restless nights as to how someone as ordinary as yourself had been permitted to attend such a surreal school.

The night began like any other, the moon hung in the onyx tapestry of the sky, shining rays through the large glass windows littering the hall walls. The sound of mysterious hooting and chirping filling the night with only a slight sense of livelihood.

You rushed down the noir passageways to your first class. Feet hitting the navy tiles in a fast-paced tempo. Your mind was scattered, lungs heavy and heart even heavier. Never did you notice the large crack in the flooring. Toe boxing slipping between the parted marble, you crashed knees and palms first onto the hard, cold tiles. Pain shot through your body, skin tore away freeing an oozing red liquid. Salty tears pricked at the corners of your pretty eyes. Shaking you brought yourself to rest on your bruised knees, staring down fearfull at the wide-ranging gashes on your flooded palms.  You were about to start crying when you heard footsteps stopping in front of you, through glossy eyes you looked up and the mysterious person.

Malleus Draconia a third year and dorm leader of the ever-mysterious Diasomnia stared back down at you. Murky emerald green eyes were fixed on your red palms in a dazed and feral manner. He slowly, almost predatory crunched down to your level, He gripped your right wrist tightly digging his black nails into your tender, soft flesh. Yanking it closer to his mouth he began to lap at the blood with his tongue. With a trembling airy noise leaving your mouth, you attempted to squirm and wriggle out of this tight grasp.

"Stop" he demanded, lifting his eyes for a millisecond to send you a warning glare.

When you didn't heed and continued your feeble attempt to free yourself, he grabbed the collar of your uniform and roughly dragged you closer to his chest. Incaging you between his free arm and knees. Your tears began to flow again, not at the stinging pain but at the unorthodox thing he was doing to you. Minutes flew by like hours as you remain trapped, close to the dragon boy.

"Malleus-sama where are you? The class has already begun!"

Finally you though, never had Lilila's voice sounded so sweet to your ears. He quickly jogged up to your capturer and tugged on his shoulder.

"Come on already" The "older" fae whined.

Reluctantly Malleus released you as you melted to the floor a shacking sobbing mess. Lilia couldn't have cared less and simply walked away only looking over his shoulder to note if Malleus had pursued or not.

His shadow never left you and ever so quietly he whispered "Your blood tastes to fresh and sweet...I want more". He then walked over to where his companion was tapping his foot and huffing impatiently.

Despite how preternatural the school's atmosphere may have been, it couldn't have been as terrorizing as it was now. Everywhere you went you caught a glimpse of raven-colored hair and even darker horns following you. You'd also began to note a presence in your room in the dead of night. Something was watching you as you attempted to fall into slumber. In the afternoons when you'd wake up, your body seemed to be littered with small puncture wounds or scrapes. Everywhere except your neck.

Mozes prattled about some war which happed only forever ago between the four branches of dark fairies when they'd first immigrated to the "human world". You could practically feel your brain melting in boredom. How you longed for that sweet-sounding bell to simply ring, but once.

A poke to your back jolted you out of your thoughts. You spun around to find Silver handing you're a letter with a dark green seel. His expression was one of boredom, eyes fixed on the professor and not bothering to address you. Blinking, you slowly plucked the letter from his outstretched hand.

"What's this for?" You asked curiosity lacing your voice.

"Don't know~" Silver paused letting out a long yawn. "Don't care"

You shot him a quick glare before turning back in your seat. Carefully you cracked open the seal letting little crumbs fall onto your lap.

Gliding the letter out you began to read.

Dearest (Y/N)~

I deeply apologize for my eccentric behavior in the hallway yesterday. You'd find that I'm not habitually so idiosyncratic. As a means to repent, I would be delighted if you were to accept my invitation to dinner tonight in the Diasmonia dorm.

Sincerely yours~ Malleus Draconia (Dorm leader of Diasmonia)

Your heartbeat quicked as you put down the letter. Was that maniac serious why would you accept his invitation after the stunt he'd pulled. No no, this was too much no way in hades where you going to that cursed dorm to meet with the diabolical man.

After the bell had finally rung, you began to walk to the exit. Planning on just relaxing in your dorm room. As you stride towards the door, a string hand rapidly wrapped around your wrist and pulled you forward. Tracing the arm to its owner you quickly noticed that it belonged to Silver.

"Silver what the heck! Let me go now!"

The silver-haired boy didn't even acknowledge you. The more you tugged attempting to liberate your arm the tighter and tighter his grip got.

Had Diasomnia always been so far? It seemed to take you and Silver hours just to get there. After what only felt like hours of walking did the gothic noir castle. The hulking oak doors seemed to open on their own once they spotted Sliver. He didn't stop, he continued tugging you up a flight of stairs not bothering to address you even as you tipped and tumbled.

Finally, he led you into a large room. It seemed over-decorated and rather victorian to say the least. A thick sadness loomed in the room, manifesting itself in tiny dust particles covering every inch of the room... except a jet black dress with neon green details that laid lifeless on the king-sized canopy bed.

"That's yours" Silver gestured to the dress with a lazy smirk" I'm sure he'll like it". With that, he spun on his heels and marched out.

When the door slammed behind him you quickly rushed to the window. Ready to jump out, you suddenly noticed how high up you were. Muttering curses under your breath you walked over to the bed. Slumping on it you glared at the dress. "What in god's name is going on?"

Finding no other immediate solution you reluctantly through on the dress. Brushed your hair and knocked on the door. Silver pushed in open permitting you to exist.

"Malleus-sama is waiting for you on the fifth floor in the dining room." Monotonous as always.

You practically ran up the stairs taking them two by two. The sooner you found Malleus the sooner this nightmare would be over. When you finally reached the top of the velvet cover stairs you say the green-eyed boy waiting for you outside of an open room. You quickly jogged up to him.

"Malleus what is the meaning--"

He left, slowly walking into the room. An action practically ordering you to follow. Entering the room you quickly noted the lavish and immense dining table. It was covered by a pitch-black table cloth. And yet no food there was simply a golden jewel oriented cup.

"What's the point of going to such extravagance to invite me to dinner if there isn't anything to eat" You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at the raven-haired boy.

"My, my how rude you are little beastie. I go to such troubles to make this meal enjoyable for you as well and you speak to me in such a manner?" His brows frowned and lips split into an easy smirk.

"Yes, Malleus you are supposed to make an evening entertaining and enjoyable when you invite guests over. That the whole point of a dinner party." Was he so clueless?

"Guest? My whatever gave you the inkling that you were to be my guest?"

Your mind rushed back to the letter, re-reading it and trying to find some clue as to what he was saying. "You apologized for your rube and frankly nauseating performance yesterday!" At this point you where fuming how the dare he treats you as such was this all a game to him.

"Humans aren't very bright now, are they? The letter was a formal apologie yes, I don't usually treat my food in such a foul manner. Then again I'm mostly used to attacking my meals."

You slowly stepped back preparing to make a run for the door. Food, was he planning on eating you? Was he truly a sick psycho as you'd previously suspected? As you began to turn, he quickly lunged towards you, causing you to fall whilst he hovered above you.

He opened his mouth teeth began to grow sharper and sharper until they were practically miniature knives in his mouth.

"What- what are you?" Fear soaked your voice, the room began to spin. Your leg hurt so badly, there surely must be something broken.

Malleus shook his head, eyes locking with yours. "Dear (Y/n) I'm no different than any other creature in this school, we are all bloodthirsty, no difference there".

Slowly things began to fall into place. That's why they were so different so peculiar. The ideologies and behavior in this school were so monstrous because they were monsters!

His teeth slowly descended onto your neck, pocking and cracking the delicate flesh. It felt like thousands of needles being plunged into your skin simultaneously. Pain coursed through your neck traveling at lighting speeds to your arms and legs and every other inch of your being.

"Malleus stop please it- it hurts" you whimpered.

He pulled back to stare at you, bright crimson dripped from between his fangs, spilling over your dress and his clothes. Carelessly he wiped the back of his sleeve over his mouth.

"(Y/n) you should be thanking me! Not complaining so much! You'd be dead by now if I hadn't deemed you worthy of being my blood bank." He was furious pale face turning ever so slightly red.

"I'm not food Malleus! You aren't permitted to keep me!" You screamed tears flowing from your eyes and voice cracking.

"I can do whatever I please with a useless human such as your self! I'm eternal I rule over the night. You and your kind are nothing more than overly selfconscious monkeys."

His fingers wrapped around your neck and slammed your head down.

"I own you (Y/N) you are mine to feed off of, mine to do with as I please, YOU ARE MINE".  

[jamkookies]

° Bon Voyage °

• Part VIII •

Stay

~

"No you don't."

"What?"

"You felt the need to say that because I've been taking care of you, that's all."

He gives you an incredulous look, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you feel bad for me and you said that so I could feel better," you say.

He grips you by the the straps of your tank top and pulls you to him.

"Do you really think I would do that? Take pity on you? Is that what you're saying?!" he growls into your face.

You're taken aback by his sudden outburst. He looks angry, but his fingers are gentle and the proximity of his face to yours is anything but hostile.

His eyes keep staring at your lips.

"I've felt like this for five god damn years, but you're just too stupid to notice anything."

Jungkook's breath tickles your face as he struggles to get the words out of him.

"I love everything about you - the way you look, the way you act, the way you you scrunch your nose when you're reading, the way you tend to put other people's needs before your own.."

His expression softens a little and his hands abandon your shirt to cradle your face.

"I love you, Y/N and nothing can change that."

Your vision turns blurry because of the tears threatening to spill.

Your lips quiver and you're just about to say something back, when a rustle of leaves makes you both freeze.

At the edge of the hollow, a man's feet appear.

You and Jungkook flatten against the wall, him protectively shoving you against his back, even with his injury.

The man's feet are illuminated by the moonlight, roaming around the entrance of the hollow, but making no attempt to get in.

He hadn't seen you.

You hold your breath, terrified to let out even the slightest sound.

The wet leaves under his feet crunch every time he makes a step and it feels like a clock ticking closer and closer to your doom.

Another pair of feet join him.

"Did you find anything?"

"No. But they can't have gone far. Not with that injured leg of his."

"If Jungkookie dies, I will kill you."

The man chuckles.

"You're in no condition to threaten anyone. I could shoot you in the head right here and no one would ever know."

"But you won't," the girl says." You need me to get your money."

"For now."

"For now," she echoes.

They both pivot and walk away in opposite directions.

You can hear the steps getting further and further, till the sound gets lost in the breeze.

The rain had stopped for some time, you notice.

"That was close," Jungkook whispers.

You wanna say something.

Anything.

You wanna scream to the world that you love him so much to the point where it hurts.

But you don't.

The words get clogged up in your throat.

So you just put your arms around his torso and give him a back-hug.

Leaning your head onto his back, you can feel the vibrations reverberating through his whole body when he speaks in a low voice.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?"

You just squeeze him tighter.

"That's more than enough, then." he says.

He puts his hands on top of yours and starts making circles with his thumbs.

You just stay like that, in silence, enjoying the company of each other's arms.

* * *

He'd fallen asleep.

The exhaustion must have finally gotten to him, you think to yourself, as you feel his weight on your front body.

He hadn't removed your hands from his torso, hadn't even moved an inch, but just let himself relax till the tiredness had eventually knocked him out.

You scoot back and let his head drop onto your lap.

His longish hair falls into his eyes and you move them out of the way.

You trace his face with your fingers, lingering on every edge.

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

His eyes shoot open.

"Like what you see?" he says.

You huff a laugh and your shoulders shake with the action.

"I do, actually." you answer.

He grins immediately.

"What exactly do you like the most about me?"

You are about to give him a sassy comeback, but you give up halfway.

"Everything."

He looks a little taken aback, but continues nonetheless.

"What about physical features?"

"I like your scar." you say and your fingers immediately find the flaw on his left cheekbone.

That small imperfection was what made him perfect.

"Wait, you actually like that?"

You nod vigorously.

"What else do you like?"

He was really enjoying this.

"You have a nice... umm..physique."

His eyes narrow at your words.

"Be more specific."

"Oh for heaven's sake, you have nice thighs, god damn it! There, I said it!" You shout in a whisper.

His smile goes on full-bloom.

"No funny comments, no snarky comebacks... Wow, there really is something going on here."

"You look pleased as hell."

"I like to be appreciated."

"You literally have millions of fans doing that every single day."

"But I wanted to hear it from you, though."

You look at him pointedly for a while, then release a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll stop." he says quickly and lowers your hands to his lips to kiss them.

Oh goodness.

He was just making it worse.

Goosebumps flare all over your body and it's the best you can do not to shiver.

"I should check your wound." you say with a forced air of nonchalance.

"Jumping right into the good stuff, aren't we?"

You tug at a string of his jet-black hair.

"Ow, ow.. sorry, sorry." he whines.

Your hands reach for his thigh, untying the strip of cloth with delicate hands.

This is not good.

It had started to get swollen, its corners red and puffy. If you didn't clean it fast, the infection would spread even more.

"I'm gonna go get some water." you say, already rising to your feet.

"With those guys wandering around the forest? Absolutely not."

"Your wound is infected. I have to clean it."

"It's too dangerous."

"You're gonna lose your leg."

"Better than losing you."

Your words falter in between your lips.

He grips your calf and looks at you behind his see-through bangs, doe eyes begging.

"Stay."

You had to go. You couldn't just leave him in this condition.

"Please." he adds.

You release a long sigh and get down to your knees, his eyes never leaving yours.

"We should get some sleep." you whisper. " We're leaving at dawn."

He offers you a bunny smile and envelopes you into his arms. You put your hair on his chest and just lay down together, savoring the warmth of each other's presence.

* * *

Eight minutes.

You had been counting non-stop, waiting for the sound of his steady breathing, the signal for you to do what you had to do.

You had to make sure he was really asleep before you left.

He was never gonna forgive you for it.

You knew that very well and you still proceeded to detach his hands from your arms, being extremely careful not to wake him up.

Thank God for his habit of sleeping like a log.

Soundlessly rising to your feet, you tip-toe your way out of the hollow. The ground is wet, the constant dripping of the water from the branches soaking it thoroughly.

First, you had to find something to fill up the water.

You scan the trees and bushes, looking for any decent-looking leaves.

There.

A few feet from you a shrub is in full bloom, its green, wide leaves hanging around it like a crown.

You pluck off a couple, careful not to rip them apart.

Wrapping them into a half sphere, you put them under a dripping branch and wait for it to fill up.

This was gonna take a while.

And the constant thoughts about having to let Jungkook on his own, unprotected, didn't make it any easier for you.

You prayed for him to be safe, prayed they wouldn't find him.

Drip drip drip.

The anxiety threatened to swallow you whole, all kinds of thoughts jumbled into your head in a disarray.

You look at your improvised bowl and notice that it's filled to the brim.You bend down to pick it up but the eyes staring at you in the reflection of the water make your breath hitch in your throat.

Then, something hard smashes into your skull, rendering you unconscious.

* * *

You open your eyes to semi darkness, dawn ready to spill its light on the top of the trees.

Your head pounds harder than the last time you got drunk with the boys.

The things you would give to go back in time...

There's none of that now.

Nothing except for the feeling of exhaustion weighing down your lids, your body an utter wreck.

There's a wetness at the back of your head. The feeling of something trickling down.

You know it's blood.

The terrible ache on your head was proof enough.

You look down at your body and almost scream at the sight.

They've tied you up against a tree, the rope digging into your wrists.

"Finally up, I see." you hear a voice nearby.

You turn your head from side to side, trying to locate its source.

The man is sitting on the ground, grinning at you like a psychopath.

"You know, she told me to kill you." he continues. "Get rid of you as fast as possible. But I didn't. I figured out I could easily sell you to the highest bidder with just a phone call. That Jungkook guy isn't the only famous one here."

You give him a look of disgust.

He keeps talking, unbothered by your indifferent behavior and gets in front of your face.

"So what I'm gonna do now is go get the car by the side of the road and then we'll go on a little trip, right sunshine?"

You spit into his face.

He flinches, hands reaching to wipe it off.

Then he slaps you so hard across the cheek, you see stars.

It stings like hell but you refuse to let out a sound, letting the anger build up inside of you instead.

He stands on his feet then storms off.

Bastard.

You'd never wanted to kill someone so badly. However the feeling of enragement gets replaced by raw panic.

What had happened to Jungkook?

Was he alright?

You hoped he was still asleep, safe from the clutches of these maniacs.

"Jungkook..."

"You called?" a voice is heard behind your back.

Two hands reach for the knot, trying to undo it.

Then Jungkook appears in front of you, sweat clinging to his forehead and a limp on his leg.

But he was okay.

He was safe.

You jump into his arms, squeezing him as hard as you can.

He does the same, pain and exhaustion all but forgotten.

"I'm so sorry." you say, voice muffled by his chest. " I didn't want to leave you alone but I had to."

"It's alright." he whispers. "I'm fine."

You breathe him in, letting his scent calm your nerves for just a second.

"We still have to go. He will be back soon."

You nod and grab his hand.

Ignoring the throbbing pain on your head, you sling his arm across your shoulder, letting yourself bear his weight.

"I'm alright, don't worry." he says and retreats his arm back.

You both sprint into a run and you know the pain on his thigh is killing him, but there's nothing you can do.

There's no plan.

You just run for your lives.

"Faster!" he gasps when he hears steps behind you.

It's the girl.

She has a gun in her hands.

You speed off, dragging Jungkook with you.

This was not gonna end well.

You had been caught up in between two fires. It was just a matter of time before you both got captured again.

The trees start to get rarer and rarer until a flowing creek appears in front of you.

It does not have a smooth flow.

The stream rushes fast and the rocks create whorls at every corner.

You don't stop.

It is now or never.

"Jungkook, I -

A shot rings in your ears and a terrible pain blooms on your shoulder.

The words don't make it out of your lips.

He doesn't let go of your hand and you fall into the water, dragging him with you.

[deltadoodle]

Hey! Sorry I haven't been active here lately, school started again :(

Anyways, this is a Oneshot one-shot I wrote some time ago. If anyone is interested, check it out!

Oneshot by @nightmargin, @girakacheezer, @elizavq !

For those who don't want to click the link, the story is down below :) ((Warning, pretty long!))

A/N: Possible trigger warnings – mention of blood, possible character death. (angst, tragedy)

Disclaimer: the game Oneshot and any characters/dialogue you recognize belong to the creators of Oneshot.

Total words: 2,179

Summary: The player makes one fatal mistake, and has to face the consequences.

**In this story world, the player (‘Delta’) is able to communicate with Niko at all times via typing what they want to say. This is their second non-Solstice playthrough. Hope you enjoy!**

  I sat in front of my laptop, staring at an icon shaped like a lightbulb. ‘What to do, what to do…’ I thought. A few days ago, I had completed one playthrough of the Steam game named Oneshot. I had guided a cat-but-not-a-cat character called Niko through a doomed world in a mission to restore the sun. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I could interact with Niko directly by typing to them, and they responded to my words. I was apparently a ‘god’ in that world, too. I got really attached to Niko during the journey…but in the end, I had to make a tough decision. To save the world at the cost of Niko never going home, or to save one life at the expense of an entire world? When Niko looked at me and asked for guidance, I was torn between the choices for a long time, until I eventually chose to save the world by placing the lightbulb in the Tower.

Now, three days after reading the final note from the Author, I was considering doing another playthrough. I had saved the world, but I wanted to see the ending where Niko went home. Niko felt…too real to me. They really seemed like a real, alive person. I kept wondering whether I made the right decision. Was it really right to condemn an innocent child to an unknown fate in an unknown land to save a world that was, according to ‘the Entity’, just a simulation?

‘That’s it,’ I thought. ‘I’m going back and saving Niko. Maybe I’ll be able to see some new dialogue, and there might even be different scenes!’

“Well, here goes nothing,” I said aloud as I dragged the file named ‘oneshot_save1(??)’ into the trash bin. I went back to the desktop.

Click.

***

The second time over, everything seemed pretty much the same, except for the fact that Niko seemed to remember my name. They called out the name when they first woke up in the dark house, even before they met Prophetbot. But apart from those few moments, I progressed with Niko just like before.

***

"A metal safe. Seems like it’s locked with a 6-digit code. I don't…remember seeing any 6-digit codes. Do you, Delta?"

Niko's wide yellow eyes stared back at me through the monitor. They were in the Barrens, in front of the locked metal box on top of the cliffs. ‘Of course!’ I typed. I had already restored the power and talked to the computer, although I already knew where to find the code. I found the document.oneshot file and opened it.

“Dear Delta…yeah yeah, I know…oh, here it is! 'The code you need is...'" I squinted. "I can't make anything out! Aren’t there supposed to be numbers here?" The spot where I assumed the code to the safe was supposed to be was unreadable, and I couldn't make out any numbers. "But then, what's the code? Is it what’s supposed to happen in the second playthrough? Or maybe it's another puzzle…" But no matter how hard I tried to decipher the code or find some kind of pattern in the rest of the message, I couldn't figure out anything.

I turned my attention back to the game window. Niko was still staring back patiently. I typed back a response. ‘No...I'm sorry Niko, I thought I had the code, but I can't find it anywhere! Maybe we should look around some more.’ Niko, to my relief, didn't seem too disappointed in me. "Okay!" They replied. "Let's go back to Prophetbot, maybe he knows something! Or maybe the robot lady does!" I had to smile at Niko's optimism and enthusiasm as we turned away from the metal box.

But no matter how long we searched, talked with the robots, or consulted the computer, we couldn't find anything related to a six-digit number. The computer had told me quite condescendingly to go look in the DOCUMENTS folder, which I already had. I was beginning to suspect that something had gone wrong. Maybe it was a bug?

  "Niko?" I asked after too much time had passed with us going in circles. Niko stopped and turned towards me. "Hm?"

"Maybe...maybe we should continue without opening the box."

Niko was silent for a few moments. "Then where should we go, Delta?" They asked. I thought of where we hadn't been yet. Only one place came to mind.

"Niko, I think you'll have to go through the place with the bad air. You know, the one where you said it hurts to breathe?"

Niko looked startled. "But...won't it be dangerous?" They suddenly looked apologetic. "I, I mean...it's not that I don't believe you, Delta, it's just that it hurts my throat when I go there."

I bit my lower lip. I knew it was a bad idea to make Niko go through the gaseous area, last time Niko had a gas mask to protect them but this time they didn’t. But I had been wandering around the small patch of the Barrens for several hours, and I was getting bored and tired of getting nowhere. Clamping down on my instincts telling me that this was a bad idea, I started typing.

‘I know, and I'm sorry...for being the god of this world but not being able to do much for you. But Niko, please trust me. If you go quickly through that area and hold in your breath as long as possible, you should be able to reach a safe place.’ I hesitated, then added, ‘and I'm sure the air isn't THAT dangerous, it's just a little different and uncomfortable, but I'm positive it wouldn't hurt you badly.’ I hope. I added mentally.

Niko's yellow cat eyes looked back at me, a little unsure but determined. "Of course I trust you! I'm sure you wouldn't let me get hurt, Delta!" They smiled, and a twinge of guilt flashed across my chest. I quickly squashed it. ‘For progress’, I thought. ‘And Niko's just a video game character, it doesn't matter too much…’ I tried to convince myself, but the uneasiness remained.

***

Niko coughed. “Delta,” they rasped out. “It hurts to breathe…” I closed my eyes briefly, berating myself for making this stupid decision. Niko had been walking for a couple of minutes in the noxious fumes. I didn’t remember the walk being this long, but the gas pumping out from the vents obscured our vision so we bumped into quite a few dead ends. At first, Niko had tried holding their breath in, but they eventually had to breathe in. They had begun coughing immediately and their eyes had teared up.

“It’s not too far away, Niko! Can you run? Or walk faster?” I typed quickly.

“Y-yeah, I can t-try to-“ Niko suddenly burst into another bout of coughing. I was feeling really worried now; Niko’s coughs were getting more frequent and more violent. I remembered there being a dormitory area just a few meters away, although the thick smoke made it impossible to see too far away. I vaguely recalled an infirmary being there. I hoped that the robots there had a cure for the noxious gas. Accidents involving workers inhaling the poisonous stuff would have been common in the Barrens, right?

After a few more agonizing seconds that seemed to stretch on for hours, the game window suddenly cleared of the white gas and Niko emerged into the dormitory area. Niko sank down on their knees, heaving in deep breaths of clean air and occasionally coughing loudly, doubled over and clutching their stomach. They seemed so…frail. I felt dread rising up, cloying my mind not unlike the poisonous fumes.

‘Niko!’ I typed out urgently. They raised their head weakly. “Niko, I know you’re tired, but you NEED to go to the infirmary! It’s just a few more steps, PLEASE Niko!” They slowly rose to their feet. “O…ok-k-ay.” They stuttered.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

I held down the arrow key and watched as Niko took one painful step after the other, the sound of their footsteps on the gravelly floor the only sound echoing in the silence. After what seemed like an eternity, I spotted a building with a blue neon sign of a cross. The infirmary! Niko seemed to have spotted it too, and was now walking a little faster.

As soon as they passed the threshold, the strength seemed to leave them, and they collapsed on the cold metal floor. One of the infirmary robots rushed over.

[EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!] It beeped. [PERSON OF ORGANIC MAKEUP IN CRITICAL CONDITION! SCANNING FOR INJURIES…] I held my breath, hoping for the best.

[…]

[SCAN COMPLETE]

[INJURIES DETECTED: MULTIPLE]

[CAUSE OF INJURY: PROLONGED EXPOSURE TO GAS FROM THE VENTS]

[TYPE OF INJURY: INTERNAL INJURIES OF LUNGS, HEART, NOSE, THROAT, STOMACH, AND OTHER MAJOR ORGANS]

[CURRENT CONDITION: CRITICAL. IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION NEEDED.]

[TREATMENT REQUIRED: IMMEDIATE ADMINISTRATION OF VENT GAS ANTIDOTE]

I felt hope rise in my chest. There was a cure!

[…]

“Well, what are you waiting for!!” I said aloud. “Give Niko the medicine already!”

The robot made a whirring noise, then spoke.

[TREATMENT STATUS: UNAVAILABLE]

“Unavailable!” I exclaimed. “What do you mean, unavailable?”

‘Niko,’ I typed, my hands shaking. ‘Can…can you ask the robot what it means?’ Niko picked themselves up slightly, their face scrunching up in pain. “W-what do y-y-ou mean? Can you h-e-e-elp me?” All of their energy spent, they slid back down to the floor. They lay there and didn’t move.

[ALL USABLE MEDICINE AND MEDICAL TOOLS WERE TAKEN AWAY WHEN EVERYONE EVACUATED THE BARRENS. THERE IS NO AVAILABLE ANTIDOTE REMAINING HERE.]

[…I AM SORRY. A ROBOT WILL ESCORT YOU TO A BED.]

A bigger robot came out from the left hallway towards Niko. It knelt down beside them and gently picked up their still form. They walked with Niko in its big hands through the left corridor and into a room I had never seen before. I no longer had control over the game; I was now just an observer, watching helplessly as the consequences of my rash decision played out. Everything was out of my hands.

Niko was gently put down on a bed. They sunk into the soft mattress, and stirred slightly, curling up on their side. ‘Niko…?’ I typed haltingly. ‘Are you okay?’ Niko coughed yet again, and I was horrified to see their signature blue scarf now stained with several dark red splotches.

“I’ll-cough-I’ll be f-fine, Delta. D-don-t worry about me. I’ll just cat-tch a short nap and-“ More coughing. More red. ‘Shhh, stop talking Niko. Just…just rest. You’ll be fine.’

Niko rolled onto their back. Their luminous yellow eyes stared up, up through the monitor, into my own black orbs. “Am…am I going to d-die, Delta?” I put my head in my hands, eyes clenched shut tightly. I couldn’t bear to look into those wide, innocent eyes, those eyes that were slowly losing its brightness…all because of…….

…me.

“Delta?” A weak voice caught my attention. “Delt-t-a! Don’t l-leave me now. Please….t-talk to me?” I took in a deep, steadying breath, then turned my attention back to the keyboard. “Yeah. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you. I’m sorry Niko, I’m so, SO sorry.” Niko jerkily shook their head. “N-not your f-f-fault. I wanted to go t-t-to. Don’t blame yourself, please?” I didn’t reply, a few drops of tears finally rolling down my cheeks despite me furiously repeating the internal mantra it’s just a game, it’s just a game, it’s just a game…

“Delta…I feel sleepy…” Niko murmured. I looked at the screen. Their eyes were closing, and although they were trying to keep them open, I could tell that it was taking a huge toll on them to stay conscious. “I want to go home, Delta…” I reached out to the monitor towards Niko, hoping vainly that I could grab Niko through the display and pull them through to safety. They looked so small and helpless…

“You will go home Niko. Just close your eyes, and rest. You’ll get to see your mom again, and the wheat fields, and the village…” I whispered as I typed out the message. I saw Niko’s mouth turn up in a small smile. Their eyes slid closed. “Mom…” They sighed out.

  And didn’t breathe in.

  “N-niko?” I stared at the small child lying alone on a bed, in an abandoned building in an abandoned land. I couldn’t take in the fact that Niko was…

Ding!

I jumped in surprise and yelped as an error message popped up.

{ YOU. }

It read.

Another message appeared.

{ You. Killed. Niko. }

I felt cold.

{ You came back…just to do THIS??? }

{ … }

{ I hope you are proud of yourself. }

{ …you murderer. }

The game window, and all the error messages, disappeared.

  ..

..

..

That was how my mother found me a couple of hours later, staring blankly at the laptop. I didn’t answer when she asked why my desktop wallpaper was a broken lightbulb and a bloody blue scarf.