#poor woozi he was really going through it

[master-tonberry]

Woozi reacting to Mingyu doing the Sticky choreo

[bonebrokebuddy]

Unbeknownst to Wally, the notes are from Clockwork desperately trying to contact anyone who can actually influence the timestream outside the Observant’s watchful eyes.

After getting the notes to Bruce, they reveal the frantic ramblings of a [Parent? Mentor? Guardian?], desperately crying out for them to save his [word untranslatable but presumed to mean son, mentee, or child] from a government organization a few universes over.

The being, who introduces himself as Clockwork, reveals he cannot influence anything himself but can watch over the streams of time and has observed Wally’s ability to interfere and change it’s threads. If his [son?] dies, it will mean the destruction of all of the infinite realms (a cosmic foil to the speed force that’s a force of death and timelessness instead of life and the constant movement forward of the universe).

All in all, the letters are rushed, barely explain anything except location, date, what condition he’s in, and how to save the boy.

Who exactly is this boy? Why is he so important to the Infinite Realms? What are the Infinite Realms exactly? Who is this “Clockwork” and why are they so important? Who are the Observants? And so many more. All are valid questions, and all are entirely unanswered.

But regardless, with Captain Marvel confirming the existence of the Infinite Realms, that it was under attack, and the very real negative effects it would have on their universe if it collapsed; Wally must now gather a crew and embark on a rescue mission across universes to save this kid[? They actually don’t really know his status of age other than he’s younger and in the care of the mysterious “Clockwork” who sent the letters in the first place].

Batman, because… of course he’s going to go investigate what the hell is happening. Not only can his eye for strategy, stealth, hacking, and intimidation give the team an advantage in getting the most answers out of the government ages there. But Bruce also has so many damn questions, barely any of which were answered by the notes Wally received, so he needs to go into this mission to investigate not only this new alternate universe government threat but to get as much information possible before they leave, in addition to ensuring Clockwork’s child is safely rescued.

Clark is elected as he is most likely to handle whatever this government organization has in store (and Clark “got injured” in the most recent supervillain battle that smashed into the Daily Planet, so he conveniently has some time off while he “recovers from his injury.” But also because he heard a kid was in danger and, well, it feels wrong to not help someone in need).

Captain Marvel (god, they gotta get to know the guy more. he’s so damn reserved but is great at this particular brand of buck-wild missions), not only because of his incredible intelligence, invulnerability, strength, and being great with kids and teenagers; but also is primarily chosen for the team due to his knowledge of the Infinite Realms. He can also give live feedback on the state of the Realm that’s apparently actively tearing apart and crumbling! If something goes wrong, Cap will be able to give them a warning before all shit breaks loose.

Next recruitment is Patrick O’Brian, aka Plastic Man. His abilities of stealth (if he can keep his mouth shut), infiltration (absolutely), invulnerability (overpowered as high hell), versatility (dear god he can literally become anything or anyone as long as it’s in his own color pallet), and because he has a particular soft-spot for kids.

(Plas and Clark are already moping to each other about having to leave their respective partners (Woozy and Lois) behind. Meanwhile Wally is biting at the chance for just a tiny break from the twins, sorry Linda.)

Lastly, brought surprisingly by Captain Marvel is Booster Gold. His additional experience in time-travel and time stream manipulation will come mighty in handy during the mission. It helps that Booster has some “Bona fide genuine ecto-weapons, dudes! Let’s go and save Phantom!” that he brought from the 25th century. And, well. At least now they had the name “Phantom” from Booster to work off of.

Kon and Thad are notified to be on-call for the Recovery Team’s arrival back as clones were mentioned in one of the hundreds of notes and Clark thought it might be nice for the boys to have another friend they can relate to. Tim and Bart are close behind because despite Bruce and Max telling them to not interfere, they want to also meet the alternate universe breaking guy who has enough trust from Clark to keep Kon and Thad on-deck in case they’re needed to help the guy make some friends his age.

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This is rushed and not super refined, I just wanted to get the basic initial idea out of my head & get it out there. So sorry if this is a tad wonky to read at times, that’s my bad

Short DPXDC Prompts #576

Wally doesn’t understand these strange messages written on bright green post-it notes that keep appearing near him. Whatever it’s trying to say, the messages keep increasing in amount every day.

[hoshifighting]

Hello! I love your work 🥹 I hope you are well

Just wanna ask your thoughts on how the seventeen members would react to see you driving speed / you being fast on connected apps like ‘Find My’ heheheeheh

Thank you ❤️

a/n: thank u sweetie, i loved it!! im doing well!! <33 i hope i understood well.. like a gearhead girlfriend?... made w/ luv ❤️

WARNINGS: mentions of breakig the speed limit

seungcheol: “yo yo yo, slow the fuck down, we ain’t tryna die today!!” he’s literally shouting through the app, and you could almost see him gripping the imaginary 'oh shit' handle in the backseat. he loves you, but he’s lowkey shitting bricks rn, “bruh, this ain't fast & furious... i swear if we crash, it’s on you.”

jeonghan: sigh “baby, why you gotta be like this?” he’s too cool to actually panic, but you can feel him judging the fuck outta you. he’ll make you feel like the most irresponsible person alive while also making it clear he’s kinda impressed. “next time, let me drive so we don’t both end up with speeding tickets… but like… you kinda look hot doing it though, not gonna lie.” he’s smirking on the other side of the screen.

joshua: “ok but like… are we trying to break a record or what?” he’s nervous but trying to stay calm, but you can tell he’s clutching his pearls behind that smooth tone. “maybe, uh, we could slow down just a tiny bit? just a suggestion...” definitely trying not to freak out completely, but he’s one bad swerve from straight-up praying.

jun’s all for it, honestly. he’s got his phone up to show the speedometer on his end, clearly thriving. “you wanna hit 120? bet, i’m down, let’s fucking go!” jun’s just living it, probably snapping selfies like it’s no big deal while the car’s shaking at 90 mph.

hoshi: “wait—WAIT! y/n, no no NO, what the hell?? slow down before i shit my pants.” he close his eyes, dramatic as fuck, genuinely convinced y’all are about to fly off the highway. nearly crying as he clutches his phone. “i got shit to do tomorrow!! i can’t die today, not like this!”

wonwoo’s just... chillin’. he doesn’t really say much at first. just sends a simple, “you good?” text. he’s the only one calm in this whole situation. when you don’t respond right away, he hits you with, “bet you won’t keep up with the guy in the ferrari tho...” and you’re like, oh shit. he’s egging you on. he's vibing with the chaos, but lowkey wants to see how far you'll take it.

woozi: “y/n, you better chill the fuck out.” straight-up scolding you. no fluff, just pure frustration. jihoon’s too rational for this speed demon shit, and he’s already calculating how much the damn fine’s gonna be if you get caught. “if you crash, you better hope i’m not in the car, ‘cause i ain’t helping your ass.” classic jihoon—pissed, but still kinda impressed at your audacity.

seokmin: “YO, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!” pure panic in his voice,like he’s watching a horror movie. “do you wanna give me a heart attack? holy shit!!” he’s basically pleading with you at this point, full-on hands shaking, worried sick like a damn mother hen. “i’m way too pretty to die like this, please, for the love of god, just slow down.”

mingyu: WELL THIS MAN HAVE LICENSE FOR IT, no fear at all. “you drive like a fucking beast, lemme hop in the car next time.” he’s fully living for the thrill, no reservations whatsoever. he’s gassing you up like no one would. adrenaline junkie.

minghao’s already over it. deadpan as fuck. “why you gotta stress me like this? i’m way too zen for this shit.”

seungkwan: “OKAY STOP! STOP! i didn’t sign up for this kinda trauma. you tryna die young, huh?!” yelling in the app for you to pull over before he passes out from sheer anxiety. “i’m never getting in a car with you ever again, swear on my life.”

vernon: “i mean, if we crash, we crash. kinda sick though, right?” no panic, no complaints, just lowkey impressed. “but like… how fast can you actually go?”

chan: “y/n, this isn’t a fucking video game!” poor baby is stressed out, clenching his fists like his life’s on the line. “i can’t do this. my heart can’t handle this. you tryna give me a heart attack?!” genuinely scared shitless. “you really gotta slow down before i fucking pass out in the toilet bro”

[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT's Partner Asks for Some Space

OT13!Seventeen x GN!Reader

SFW / Light angst ❤️‍🩹

You had a fight with your partner <SVT Member> and need some space to cool off before you talk again. Here’s how they take it:

s.coups: petty lol. he’s like “two can play this game.” and goes on an unannounced trip with his friends or something. it’s ultimately giving you what you want but he wants you to miss him as much as he misses you. you’re a little annoyed that he’s not being more mature, but you guys work it out after a while.

jeonghan: jeonghan is good at conflict resolution once he gets over his initial annoyance/fear about you not talking to him. though he often behaves like a menace, he’s a naturally fair-minded person, so he understands when you ask for some space and he comes around eventually to be impressed with you putting up a boundary. he’s still a little miffed, but he comes out of it admiring and respecting you even more.

joshua: he understands but he is saaaddd haha. he is nervous about what’s going through your mind. he ends up leaning on his friends a lot and going out drinking to distract himself. he doesn’t do anything irresponsible, but he has to work hard to restrain himself from texting you for reassurance.

jun: he struggles with this, but he will always respect your wishes. your needs are very important to him, and when he thinks more about it, it’s a wise idea to take some time to cool off. he’s sad without you for a bit but he knows that it will make the next time you see each other and talk things out much more constructive.

hoshi: stressed, miserable, hates this lol. he feels so bad about getting in a fight with you in the first place. he blames himself for making you feel this way and spends your time apart planning how to make it up to you. he respects your wishes, but he is very sad to not see you every day!!

wonwoo: he understands, and he’s honestly still lowkey pissed himself, so you both know space is a good idea. he’ll get really sad after a couple of days, though. he won’t be able to resist texting you after a few days to check in haha.

woozi: forever the suffer-in-silence type, he’ll pretend that it’s no big deal to give you your space but on the inside he’ll be really torn up. he’ll miss you like crazy and be so worried that this might mean the end for you two. it wasn’t that big of a fight, but his anxiety will amplify it in his mind. he’d never cross a boundary that you set, though. it’ll be a really nice make-up between you two just from all the relief that he will feel!

the8: thinks that taking some space after a fight is a very smart and reasonable idea, even though he will miss you. he spends his days meditating and breathing through all of his feelings so that when you see each other again you are both calm and collected. he really loves you, so he wants to give you what you need.

mingyu: mingyu is really good at giving you what you need, even when it makes him sad! poor puppy haha. he hates being away from you. he would pout and whine to his friends about your fight, and you would feel bad picturing him all sad and lonely without you. you wouldn’t go very long without talking, and he would be sooooo apologetic and affectionate when he saw you again.

DK: oh man, he hates this haha. he can’t concentrate, he’s got such low energy, he’s snapping at the other members... he’s so distracted by your request. he honors it completely, never wanting to upset you even more, but he is dramatic when you guys reunite. He gets all pouty and sad, saying you abandoned him. You find this childishness lowkey endearing though.

seungkwan: pissed lmao. What do you mean space? Fine! he’ll give you space! ends up getting competitive and ignoring you, even when you tell him that you’re ready to talk. “Well, I’m not!” he says lol. Big brat. You send him the eye-roll emoji and tell him to grow up lol. This cycle will continue for a few rounds until one of you caves and then you will have a very sweet reunion.

vernon: totally understands, he’s similar after a fight. he does think back to the fight and replays it in his head a lot while you’re taking some space from each other, which makes him end up feeling kind of nervous. He’s really glad when you text him a few days later and say that you miss him.

dino: aww, babyyyy haha. he understands but he is so saaadddd lol. He hates being apart! Especially when you might still be mad at him! There’s nothing he hates more than when you’re upset, especially if he caused it. he would be worrying the whole time you were taking space. You would know this, and wouldn’t wait too long to get in touch with him because you don’t want him to suffer suffer.

[prentissluvr]

cabin, 3:17 a.m. — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, hurt/comfort, injury, mention of stitches, 658 words. requested ! for my 800 followers event [ closed ] .

summary : a hunt goes badly, but sam patches you up and loves on you until you can finally get some good rest.

MOVED BLOGS TO @sammyluvr !! no longer active on this blog! all fics can be found there!

sam can barely open the cabin door with one hand. the lock is temperamental, and the key likes to pretend it doesn’t fit. but his other arm is keeping you from collapsing right then and there, so he has to manage like this.

finally, the door swings open with a frantic push from sam, the hinges of the old place in the woods protesting the movement with loud squeaks and groans. but he couldn’t care less about the poor state of the structure; it’s a damn miracle you were so close to one of his safehouses after getting injured like this.

“we’re here, we’re here. i got you, okay. alright, honey. you’re alright,” sam’s voice is steady and sure, but the way that assurances tumble out of his mouth tells you that he’s worried. he’s scared.

he thinks you’ll be fine. he really does, but he can’t help but feel so terrified that you won’t. it’s just that you have such a high pain tolerance after years of getting hurt all the time, but the gash in your side is pulling pained grunts and whimpers from your mouth. your head lolls on his shoulder, and there’s not a hospital close enough. he has to treat you first.

part of him prefers it; to be the one that takes care of you, the one that fixes it for you. but he knows he’s not nearly as good as a trained doctor, and that worries him.

that can’t matter now, though, as he shuts the door and locks it, then leads your stumbling form to the couch. strong arms settle you into the cushions, which kicks up a little bit of dust and makes you cough weakly.

“god, sorry, love,” he mumbles worriedly, voice plainly guilty and always so sincere. the coughing makes you wince in pain, and sam’s distress over your injury is raw and intense. all you do is grab his hand and squeeze it. he looks to your face, gaze landing on your eyes like he knows you want. all he finds is love there, a silent plea for him not to feel so sorry. your furrowed brows and downturned lips show the pain you’re in. but the look in your eyes spells out the words i love you.

“i love you, too,” he says, the words slipping from his lips without him intending it. one side of your lips quirks up. 

talking is tiring. you’re so tired, and you’re not sure why this cut is different from all the other injuries you’ve received to get you so vulnerable and weak. but to you, it’s fine, because sam is taking care of it. you know that sam will take care of it, you just hate how much this pains and scares him. so that’s why you push through the effort of speaking.

“it’s okay, sam,” you grunt out. god, it really hurts. it hurts to breathe, even. sam can see that. and he can see that you don’t like to watch him feel so worried. he puts on his brave face again.

“yeah, it’s okay,” he assures you. “i’m gonna take care of this. gonna take care of you, so you just stay awake for me, alright, honey?”

it works. his comforting words work. you relax a little, you believe in the brave front. you keep your eyes on him, and you nod. you squeeze his bicep when the antiseptic burns, you grunt in pain and grip his shoulder when the stitches make you feel woozy. you let go and lose your own brave face, because sam is there. 

because he hushes you sweetly, he murmurs soft assurances, and he holds your hand with tender love. because he dabs sweat from your brow and bandages you up, then carries you to bed. because he kisses your cheek and your lips and your forehead and fixes you right up. or most simply put, because he loves you.

[wonijinjin]

seventeen members when their introverted s/o feels socially exhausted

author’s note: i am a very extroverted person so it was a bit difficult to write this but i hope i could still make it comforting for my introvert darlings. enjoy!

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, comfort | pairings: seventeen x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food, mental health

seungcheol would be a little bit taken aback at first since his nature makes him an absolute worrier; he would be asking you if you were feeling okay. if you were out in the city he would definitely suggest going home so you could recharge your energy in peace, next to his comforting presence. you could also expect him to be extra clingy after you gave him the green light of being in your more extroverted mood again.

now jeonghan is known to get drained eventually in social situations aswell, so he would be no stranger to helping you feel comfortable. he would make sure you had a little bit of quiet, leaving you for a bit with your thoughts to really think about what you wanted, and whatever that might be he would be sure to give it to you; cuddles or alone time, sleeping or just the two of you talking mindlessly about various topics.

joshua is very observant so he would notice the signs of you getting pretty tired, that is why he would make an excuse to get the pair of you home from the friendly gathering you were attending at that time, since he wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking directly. after stepping inside your bedroom he would surely ask if you wanted to talk about it with him, and do as you decide to proceed.

jun is one of the more silent lovers, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be the most attentive partner to ever exist. he is quick witted so he would always have advice for you if you needed it regarding getting through a difficult time, guiding you through the ways he had solved this problem in the past. you could also expect him to buy you your comfort foods aswell, because he wants you to take care of yourself.

hoshi is a very extroverted person so he may have trouble with helping you if you got socially exhausted, but he would do everything in his power to be a fast learner. he would want you tell him whenever you needed a break from him and his friends since you hung out a lot on a daily basis, and he would gladly bomb you with long voice messages saying during you recharge period so you wouldn’t feel alone even then.

wonwoo has a very quiet way of caring for you, usually many silent acts of service included in it; the moment he saw your energy levels drop he would absolutely ask if you wanted to spend some time away from people, whispering into your ear lowly as he stroked your hair in an encouraging and comforting manner to let him know what you wanted to do next to which he would happily adjust his schedule too.

woozi doesn’t go out often so he might be a little bit confused about your feelings, but he would be desperate to understand what you mean. he would just take you to his studio where the two of you could easily lay on the couch, calming muic playing in the background while he patiently listened to your worries, cooing at how exhausted you probably looked and felt, trying to get you to sleep beside him to get the rest you deserved.

dk can be a very loud person sometimes so it would probably take some time for him to notice your change in behaviour, after you constantly going to social events, having to surround yourself with people frequently. he would be all over you (actually kind of making the situation even worse lmao) trying to figure out a way to help, to which you would gladly accept the cuddles offered by him, needing his touch only.

mingyu is also a very hyped man so he would definitely be sulking upon hearing you say that you were very drained and wanted some peace and quiet since this puppy cannot shut up. poor boy would be so careful around you, being afraid of upsetting you by making noise every minute, and you would have to tell him that he was always welcomed in your space, to which he would happily smother you in kisses.

minghao can be very understanding about your feelings, he himself likes to spend some time to take care of his mental health and well-being, this is why when you confided in him and talked about how you felt he would suggest trying meditation with him. he would also encourage you to openly say no to people when you don’t feel like letting them into your personal space or not wanting to hang out with them.

your mental health may be one of the most important things for seungkwan, since he knows how badly it can affect your mood if you are not feeling comfortable. he would baby you a lot, letting you come to him with your worries and thoughts so he won’t overwhelm you with his constant questions. he would also make sure you eat and drink enough since he no how you tend to neglect your own needs from time to time.

vernon is the perfect example of a person who can be left alone and enjoy his time without others’ presence so if you ever felt burnt out from people but still wanted to be active in some kind of way he would have many ideas offered to you about how to get that much needed recharge from the world; trying a new hobby which doesn’t include other individuals and can make you relax while doing it.

dino knew something was up with you the moment he looked into you direction, he knew you exceeded your limits and wished to rest a bit, to turn your mind off. he would take you dancing with him (even if you were just watching) to make you focus on the beatsof the music and move to it, shaking the stres away off your tired form and to physically exhaust yourself to then get into bed and sleep easily like a baby.

[stayteezdreams]

Revenge, and New Friends

Plot: When your so-called "friends" decide to abandon you in a haunted house that you never wanted to go into in the first place. A witness decides to help you out, and helps you get a little petty revenge.

Prompt: You get left behind in a haunted house by your friends, and one of the cute actors helps you out and gets revenge on said "friends".

Pairing: Lee Jihoon "Woozi" x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Shitty toxic friends, border-line bullying. Mentions of fake blood, guts, etc.

Words: ~3.2k

As you slowly forced yourself down the seemingly never-ending halls and rooms of the large building, you tried not to let the resentment take hold as your "friends" walked ahead of you. You had insisted on staying outside and waiting for them to finish the haunted house, but they insisted even more on you coming in.

They guilt-tripped you into it eventually, insisting you were being a buzzkill and that they would feel bad for leaving you outside. Now, you regretted it completely. They barely paid you any attention you couldn't help but think it wouldn't have made a difference if you were there at all.

You noted the way some of them glanced back at you before whispering amongst themselves, but you tried not to let it get to you. You often found yourself being the butt of their jokes. You honestly had no idea why you still hung out with them. Maybe because they were all you really had anymore; friend wise.

Your body jolted at the jump-scare that rocked the room, you heard them shriek and laugh before they ran into the next room, leaving you behind a bit.

Jihoon thought you had come in by yourself at first, seeing the way you were by yourself behind the larger group. But then his ears caught on the conversation of the people going past the fake mirror in front of him.

"God Y/n really does suck with this kind of stuff." One of them said with a rye chuckle.

As they glanced back in your direction, he figured they were talking about you. His eyes lingered on you as he saw you clearly were not having a good time. Honestly, he felt a bit bad, but you did come in here yourself right?

One of the other spoke up almost hesitantly, attempting, in a poor attempt at defending you.

"Well, they did say they didn't want to do it."

"Yeah, you did force Y/n to come in." One chuckled, not really defending you, but not lying either.

The first one who spoke scoffed, who appeared to be the leader of the group to Jihoon. "They just wanted attention."

Jihoon found himself rolling his eyes at this. He had come across plenty of people like her. He continued down his walkway, listening to their conversation some more as he wondered when he should jump out to scare them.

"Hey," the girl began softly, a wicked smile on her face "we should totally leave Y/n by themselves."

The others glanced at each other, some of them smiling and nodding along, while some of the others seemed a bit hesitant.

"Oh come on! They deserve it after being such a buzzkill. Its harmless, they'll be fine. When we get to the next room, run through it as quick as you can, don't let Y/n catch up okay!"

"Won't they be upset?"

"So?" She laughed, "We can just say it was an accident."

Jihoon felt his chest tighten. 'What shitty friends' he thought to himself as he looked back at you, seeing you struggling to keep up because of your fear.

First you were forced to come in, and now you were being left behind for fun. Jihoon didn't know you, but he felt bad for you. No one deserved "friends" like this.

He stayed where he was as the group started their plan, as soon as they entered the next room, he saw them run off, their repressed laughter following their wake.

As you approached, Jihoon got a better look at you. He had to admit you were cute, even as you were obviously fed up with being here. A mixture of annoyance and fear on your face. As you got to the door, your face fell with the realization that you were now alone, and it made Jihoon's heart clench.

Were you scared? Angry? Sad? Disappointed? All of the above?

"Of course they left me." You muttered, unknowingly heard.

You hesitated as you looked back, wondering if it would be worth it to go back through the entrance and deal with the embarrassment. Jihoon wouldn't blame you honestly. You hadn't even gotten to the worst parts yet.

Taking in a deep breath you resolved to suffer with the haunted house rather than go back. Turning you began to head further in before something stopped you.

He wasn't sure why he decided to do it, but it certainly wasn't his best timing.

"Hey."

A soft gasp left you as you froze in fear at the sudden voice coming from beside you, you looked at the wall in confusion and Jihoon almost laughed.

You heard shuffling before a figure slowly appear from the darkened corner draped in bloody cloth. He lifted his hands up as he spoke, his voice somewhat muffled from behind his mask.

"I don't want to scare you."

Confusion washed over you as you stared silently at him. The scare actor didn't want to .... scare you? Was this part of his bit? To gain your trust and then do something to freak you out?

"Uh-huh" You finally muttered, obviously unconvinced.

"Seriously." He said as he took a step forward, only for you to take one back.

'Fair enough'

He let out a soft sigh, "I'm not supposed to be doing this, this isn't a way to scare you I just... I overheard what your friends were saying earlier. And that they planned to leave you behind, on purpose."

You heard the softness to his tone, as though he truly didn't want to hurt your feelings. Though it was too late for that.

Letting your arms fall you swallowed, "I already knew they left me on purpose. But why are you going out of your way to tell me?"

"Cause they seemed like shitty friends, and it made me mad." You could hear the angry tone in his voice, and it made your heart flutter.

You were used to everyone around you ignoring your feelings, now a stranger was upset for you? It was, new.

"Wanna get them back?"

You tilted your head a bit. "Huh?"

"Do you want to get revenge."

"Revenge? How?"

He smiled, but you didn't see it. As he started to approach you your body tensed, still not fully trusting him. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, his grip loose enough that you could pull away if you wanted too. But you didn't, allowing him to lead you back to where he had emerged from the darkness.

You saw pathways for the actors to use throughout the haunted house as the mystery man continued to lead you down the thin corridors.

As you moved in silence, you slowly started to hear familiar laughter and yells. You had gotten to the point your friends made it at. You could see them through one of the false mirrors as they clung to one another, enjoying their time.

Your chest clenched at the sight of them. Your heart jumped when the one who started it all spoke up as she looked back behind the group. "Do you think they're freaking out?"

They all laughed as another one spoke up, one you had known for a long time, who clearly never had your interest at heart. "Probably! I kind of wish I could see it."

"Come on, let's keep going. We might as well leave them here too."

"We can say we thought they left out of fear!"

As they laughed and moved on, your heart dropped. So not only were they going to leave you behind in the haunted house. But they were going to abandon you all together.

Jihoon could see the anger and betrayal on your face, he gently squeezed your wrist. "I wouldn't hang out with them anymore."

"I won't be." You tone was cold, and he understood why.

Looking over at him as he let go of your wrist, you watched as he removed the mask from his face. Your heart jolted at the sight of him, he was much more attractive than you had been expecting.

When his eyes met yours, he smiled softly, and your stomach swirled. He handed you the mask and you raised your brow in confusion.

This time, instead of grabbing your wrist, he grabbed your hand, sending yet another jolt through you. "Come on."

This time you seemed to head in a different direction to where your friends had gone, possibly to cut them off.

"Why are you friends with those people anyways?"

You hesitated for a second before answering, deciding for the short answer over the long story.

"I moved here for University, and I ended up rooming with some of them. I just kind of ended up in their group and never made any other friends out here."

You saw him nod in understanding as you entered through another passageway. Once you entered the next room, you could see through the fake windows the dark room your friends would be coming into next.

There were holes in the walls and chains hanging from the ceiling, fog covered the floor as eerie lights shined randomly through the room. There was various autopsy tables covered in blood and sheets, some appeared to have bodies underneath them.

"Stay here, I'll be right back."

As he left you by yourself, you felt odd. Not quite scared, but definitely uneasy. Even so, it was a lot better being on this side of the haunted house.

Hearing footsteps approach, you saw another scare actor come back with the one who had helped you. He was dressed as a zombie, and you recognized him from a previous room, he scared you as he shot out from underneath a table and grabbed your ankle.

"I hope you don't mind but I kind of told some of the other guys about what happened."

'Yeah, that's not embarrassing at all.'

The other guy spoke up before you could respond, probably to save your embarrassment.

"I noticed how they were acting earlier, I thought it was odd. But it makes sense now, shitty friends."

Seeing another guy dressed as a clown poke his head into the room you almost jumped, but held it in.

"It's almost ready!"

As the guys nodded you looked between them, "What's almost ready?"

"They had you sign waivers, right? Before you came in?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah, the one that said we can't sue or complain if we or our personal possessions get hurt, damaged or dirty?" You basically recited it and he smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, that one."

"I think I'm the only one who actually read it." The other guy chuckled, and you smiled nervously, "What exactly is going to happen?"

The one who had helped you stepped forward and lifted your arm that was holding his mask, "You'll see soon enough."

Your heart was pounding as you waited impatiently underneath the sheet, the metal table underneath you cold against your back.

Holding your breath as you heard familiar voices approach, you peaked from underneath the sheet.

Your "friends" entered the room, clutching onto one another as they crept silently closer. There was no movement around you, and had you not seen them hide, you wouldn't even know there were others in the room.

As a sudden, loud horn blared, making not only you but the group jump in fear. The doors behind them slammed shut, revealing two people clad in doctors' outfits, their makeup making them appear mangled and dead.

Your so-called friends screamed in fear as the actors ran towards them with shrieks and fake saws. As they ran your direction, you knew it was now your cue. Sitting up with a yell to draw their attention, you did as you had been told, pulling the string you had been holding in your hands.

No one told you what it did, but you watched as a fake body dropped from above the group as they ran past. Fake blood and guts fell from the body, directly onto the group, causing them all to scream.

You gasped in surprise as you watched as they tried to flee, slipping on the fake blood as they went.

They didn't escape the room before more actors jumped out, clawing at them and chasing them away. You watched as they yelled, cursed and screamed while disappearing out of the room.

You had been so shocked by the events that just unfolded that you didn't know how to react. Seeing someone approach you, you watched as he took off his mask, revealing the man who had helped you with all of this.

Removing the mask he had given you earlier you mirrored the grin on his face, finally feeling the amusement from the revenge he allowed you to have. The screams and yells of your now ex-friends could still be heard as they faded in the distance.

"Feel better?"

You let out a chuckle and nodded, "Yeah I think I do." Looking around you grew curious. "What usually happens in this room?"

He hummed as he looked around, "Well usually, it's an escape room of sorts, and that-" he pointed up at the body that had doused your ex-friends, "-usually only happens if someone pulls a lever that says, 'Don't Pull', which they do about 80% of the time.'

You chuckled softly as you moved to climb off the table, "Well I'm glad I got to experience it from this side."

He smiled, "Me too." Motioning for you to follow him, he led you back into what appeared to be a room for the actors to get ready and rest.

Handing him his mask you smiled softly at him suddenly feeling shy. "Thank you, by the way, I don't know if I said that yet."

He smiled and nodded, feeling shy himself now.

"Why did you by the way? I mean, you could have just ignored me or lead me out of the haunted house. Why go out of your way to do this?"

He thought for a second, "At first I was just going to ignore it, maybe leave you alone just so you could get through the building without any trouble. But then..." he paused as he looked at you, "I just- I don't know. Wanted to do more I guess." The words seemed forced, as if he wanted to say more but wasn't sure. "But it's nothing, it was fun honestly. Just promise you won't hang out with those creeps anymore, okay?"

You smiled and nodded while raising your hand, "I promise." You grimaced a little, "You aren't gonna get in trouble because of me, are you?"

He smiled at your worry for him, but he shook his head, "No, our manager is cool, he lets us do this every so often when assholes come through the haunted house."

You chuckled and nodded, "Okay, good."

As someone else entered you looked back, you saw the zombie guy from earlier, and beside him was the guy who had been dressed as a clown earlier. Most of his makeup was gone now and he smiled at you, "So, this is your new friends huh?"

Your heart fluttered a bit as your "new friend" introduced you, "This is Vernon and Minghao, and this is-" he looked at you and blinked a few times, both of you now realizing you never got each other's names."

"Y/n" You said with a soft laugh, "I'm Y/n."

They both smiled as your new friend stuck out his hand to properly introduce himself, "I'm Jihoon."

You shook his hand with a soft smile, "Thank you, Jihoon."

"Well, Y/n, wanna know what happened to your friends?" Minghao asked with a smirk.

You and Jihoon both looked at him curiously as he continued, "They got so worked up they started yelling at everyone. That one girl, the really loud obnoxious one, even threatened to sue because her designer shoes got ruined. The manager just showed her the waivers she signed, and she got all hissy about it. She's still complaining, but security is gonna escort them out."

Jihoon saw your face twist up with regret and he caught your eye pointing at you, "Don't feel guilty, they deserved it."

You let out a soft sigh, "I don't regret that part, I just feel bad for it causing you trouble."

They all shook their heads before telling you it was cool. "We love this shit." Vernon said with a laugh, "Makes it more exciting."

You let out a soft laugh as Jihoon gently tapped your arm, "Don't worry about it okay?"

After you were introduced to the rest of the scare actors, getting most of their numbers, having now, you hoped, made new and better friends, Jihoon walked you out. You managed to get an Uber, so you weren't stranded. The thought of your "friends" white interior cars getting covered in fake blood crossed your mind and you smiled.

Turning back to Jihoon once more, your stomach fluttered with butterflies. "Thank you, again." You chuckled, "I thought tonight was really gonna suck, but it turned out a hell of a lot better than I expected. Even if I did lose my entire friend group in one go." You let out a soft sigh at this and Jihoon felt his chest clench.

"You may have lost one, but you gained another."

He saw the doubt on your face, and he met your eyes with a serious gaze. "Seriously. You got a lot great with all those guys in there. I know them, they wouldn't have asked for you to keep in touch if they didn't mean it. Don't think it's just them being nice."

"What about you, weren't you just being nice when you started all this tonight?"

He shrugged his head, "At first yeah, but now... we're friends." He smiled, making you chuckle and nod your head.

"But if you're really grateful for me help, you can buy me a coffee tomorrow to thank me."

Your heart skipped in your chest as your ears grew hot. You nodded your head and smiled at him, "Okay, I can do that."

Hearing a car peeling out of the parking lot nearby, you looked over to see a familiar car speeding past. You let out a soft scoff, and the reaction told Jihoon who it was.

"I hope they get pulled over." You said softly, making him chuckle.

"That would be the cherry on top, huh?"

Clearing your throat, you looked back at Jihoon just as your Uber was pulling in. "So, tomorrow then?"

He nodded, "Tomorrow. I'll text you."

As you got into the Uber and said your goodbyes, you let out a long sigh. Your night certainly did not turn out how you expected, and though it started horribly, it ended hell of a lot better.

Thinking back on Jihoon and his actions towards you, your chest grew warm as you smiled fondly to yourself. You wondered if he would really become your friend, though, part of you hoped he might end up being more. A thought Jihoon also shared as he watched your Uber drive away, a fond smile on his face.

xx End xx

ugh, I kind of hate how this came out, but I hope you liked it. My brain has not been helping me with these lol.

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☆ SEVENTEEN AS PEOPLE AT SCHOOL

genre: highschool!au/uni!au

warnings: none

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☆ SEUNGCHEOL

the leader of the “jocks”. he's the guy you see walking around school with his varsity jacket on– even if it’s in the middle of the summer. he’s the literal definition of the hallway crush, whispers and giggles being a regular thing he hears when he walks through the school hallways, hand swiping through his pretty hair. he often sits on the wooden tables outside instead of the benches whenever he and his friends have their little weekly hangout-meeting. always has a lollipop in his mouth and says it’s for the girls but really, he just likes sweets.

☆ JEONGHAN

the king of debates. if you sign up for debate class, don’t think you’re ever going to win if you’re up against jeonghan. he’s the reason why so many people left debate class mid year but the teacher is so impressed by him that she can’t force herself to kick him out. he’s also widely known for being the mastermind behind his high school’s senior prank. besides his maniac pranks and his broad knowledge of law, he’s actually pretty fun to be around and some girls who have had the pleasure to go on dates with him describe him as an angel– even after getting ghosted.

☆ JOSHUA

the class president. he’s a close friend of jeonghan and thus, winning the class pres’ election was easy peasy. he only presented himself as a joke but started taking it seriously 7 months in when the school planned to cancel the annual pajama day. he acts normal but he’s truly just as insane as his large group of friends. the grumpy math teacher is his next door neighbor and he once gave her leftover cookies and since then, he’s been her favorite student– and the only student she smiles at.

☆ JUN

the cat defender. falls easily asleep in class and is often woken up by his classmates after the bell rang. someone once drew a cat on a wall in the gym hall with a marker a few years back and when jun transferred to the school, his name mysteriously appeared under the cat drawing. in his second year, he got detention for a whole month after bringing a kitten to school and hiding it in his bag every day for two weeks straight– he was only caught because the cat meowed during a test and none of his classmates wanted to fake meow to help the poor guy out.

☆ HOSHI

the school’s dance machine. when the school speakers play music, you’ll always find him bobbing his head to the beat. he gets his notebook confiscated weekly because he prefers to write down possible dance movements and new choreography ideas than math equations and english vocabulary. he has a pretty big following on social media after a video of him freestyling at the school’s talent show blew up. he now uses his popularity to freely make dance covers at school, students avoiding him in the hallways when he’s swinging his legs and arms around.

☆ WONWOO

the school library’s only visitor. ok, maybe that’s a bit exaggerated but he’s definitely the only one going there willingly! the library stinks and there’s no wifi, plus some rumors are going around saying that the room at the back the of the library is the go-to place to fuck, and lastly, the librarian is a bitch– except towards wonwoo, of course. besides him being the librarian’s favorite, he once got asked to prom by a senior when he was a junior and every two months or so, someone brings it up and everyone goes crazy over it again. to be honest, if he wasn't so focused on his video games and books he would see how many people stare at him with heart eyes.

☆ WOOZI

the normal kid. what else can i say, he's just a regular guy. he goes to school wearing his silly baggy outfits and doesn't leave the house without his headphones on. he meets up with his friends and has lunch with them. he isn’t quiet but he isn’t talkative either, only partaking in his friends’ silly little conversations when he deems necessary. he gets normal grades and enjoys his silly music class the most. he’s on the school’s swimming team and won a few silly prizes during competitions. he’s been the subject of affection from a few girls since the start of school and he’s been on a date once. really, he’s just a silly little guy living his silly little life– what’s there to hate?

☆ SEOKMIN

the theatre kid. you either hate him or love him, there’s no in between– fortunately, no one really hates seokmin. he’s a loud student, his laugh often resonating through the entire cafeteria. he’s always been part of the cast for the school musicals, landing the lead role in his first year, something that had never ever happened before. the only kisses he’s had were during rehearsals or actual performances but he knows he has a large group of fans so nobody can really tease him for it. one of the school’s old students still has one-sided beef with him because seokmin ‘stole’ his role.

☆ MINGYU

the popular kid. he’s part of every club on campus, and has a hard time juggling football practice with the weekly sessions of the photography club. in his second year he decided he wanted to be an architect and since then he always complains about the school’s awful floor plan. people in the art club always go to him when they need a model because he has the Looks and actually knows how to pose. he’s actually very fun and the epitome of your rich friendly student who deserves to be crowned prom king. he’s known around school for mowing the lawns of his neighbors for free, shirtless.

☆ MINGHAO

the fashion police. there’s no better way to define minghao, as his judgmental faces have become an obsession for people on campus. he loves clothes and the fact he’s hoarding a drawer in his roommate’s closet further proves it. there's’ not one day that goes by where minghao doesn’t eat with his outfit, nails painted and sunglasses on his head– even in the winter. if you have to dress up for something, going to minghao’s dorm for help is the best solution. he’s rather honest, not hiding his disgust or love for people’s outfits. he was actually voted prom king (mingyu ending second) and was happy the crown fit the aesthetic of his suit. besides being an absolute bitch when it comes to clothing, his soft laugh does ease people’s nerves more often than not.

☆ SEUNGKWAN

the gossiper. or in better words, the head of the journalism club who’s in charge of the weekly school newspaper and news forum on the school’s official website. seungkwan is, with no doubt, respected by all. truthfully, he’s a good student, so teachers often let him write in his journal for new articles during class. there’s one unofficial rule though– you have secrets? do not share them with him. you can, however, ask him about other people’s business, and as long as you give him something in return, he’s glad to talk your ears off. you’re safe if you’re his friend though, because there isn’t someone as loyal as seungkwan walking down the school hallways.

☆ VERNON

the skater enthusiast. he always walks around wearing big weird hoodies, holding onto his skate and if it's one of those days, a beanie and some funky shoes complete the outfit. his skate is like an extension of his hand but does he know how to skate though? absolutely not. his friends now have multiple bandaid and first aid kits in their lockers because vernon never bothers to buy any but spends most of his lunch breaks trying to learn new tricks– and subsequently failing. he’s a sweet kid but a bit of an airhead, often bumping into people and staring at the people talking at him until he realizes the reason he couldn’t hear them was because he still had his headphones on.

☆ DINO

the school’s unofficial cheerleader’s cheerleader. it was truly a tragic day when the cheerleading squad’s manager got fired for fraud– not because of the money (duh) but because of the now lost cheerleaders. dino used to do gymnastics when he was young so in his eyes, he was their last hope. he was a god at planning cheerleading practices and events and in less than a year, the squad managed to win back their spot as number one during the cheerleading season. the school’s reputation was restored and suddenly all the teachers loved him. dying his hair blonde during a celebration party was the last straw for many– his locker would be full of confession letters the weeks following.

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[buzzcutlip]

“fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair”

this but with growing out buzz cut lip 🥹

Thank you for this, it's a perfect excuse to write a short cozy drabble :) I hope you will like it!

Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader SFW, fluff and established relationship (what's going on with me?!) 1000 words

It’s one of October’s first really cold evenings, and Lip doesn’t come home from work around his usual time. You don’t want to be the girlfriend that checks on her partner all the time, so you wait another half-hour, putting the ham and cheese quiche into the oven, hoping by the time it’s ready, Lip shows up.

The steaming dish smells delicious, and you’re famished after a long day at work, excited to eat something warm and homemade with your boyfriend. You check the time on the oven—it’s almost 8:30 p.m. Wiping your hands on the checked apron, you decide to give Lip a call. Soon enough, you find out that it goes straight to voicemail. That’s when the worry starts. You try to speak as calmly as possible when you leave him a short message, hoping he’ll call you back in a couple of minutes.

The rain starts to patter against the windows of your small flat, making you shiver as you put the quiche back into the oven. You grab a hoodie and thick socks from your dresser and settle down on the couch in the living area, which is joined with the dining area, clutching the phone in your hand. It remains silent.

Three more unsuccessful calls and another twenty minutes later, you fall asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch in the most uncomfortable position, cold and worried.

It’s the noise of the main door being shut that startles you awake. You spring into a sitting position, feet finding the carpet underneath them, your heart beating fast, vision clouded. It takes you a second to understand what’s going on, but as soon as you see Lip coming in through the hall, a heavy weight lifts off your chest.

“Lip.”

“Hey,” he says, apology lacing the word. He’s soaking wet, the rain darkening the color of his jacket, weighing it down. His hair’s pressed against his scalp and forehead, even as short as it is, making him look rather silly—silly and miserable. His nose is red, as are his fingers, which you can see when he sheds the jacket, throwing it on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Hi, baby.” His attention is only on you.

“I was worried,” you say, opening your arms for him, still woozy from the short nap, welcoming his damp but familiar form as he kneels between your thighs.

“I know, I’m sorry. My phone died. I got caught up at work, and completely forgot about the time," Lip says, his words tickling your ear where his mouth is pressed.

“I called a few times,” you admit when you untangle, Lip sitting on his haunches between your knees.

“Okay,” he says, looking at you closely.

“Not to, like, control you. I was—I was worried about you.”

Lip nods seriously. “I know. I don’t think you’re controlling me,” he adds with a huff of a laugh, cupping your cheek in his palm.

“You’re freezing,” you murmur, covering his hand with yours.

“I missed the bus, had to walk home. Got soaked.”

“Poor baby,” you murmur in sympathy, running your hand through his short hair, ruffling it.

Lip kisses you, his lips as cold as the rest of him, then your chin, then your neck. The touch makes you shiver, from the cold, obviously, but also from something else. Even after months of dating, Lip still has this kind of power over you.

He buries his face between your boobs, and you shriek in response, not expecting it, letting out a loud laugh. Lip loves teasing you, so next, he sticks his head under your hoodie and t-shirt too, hiding there and wiping his wet hair on your tummy at the same time.

“Lip,” you scream, laughing hysterically. You can’t help it—it tickles so much, the touch completely unexpected. “Come out and have dinner with me, crazy boy,” you say, patting his head over the clothes, trying to catch your breath.

That makes Lip peek out from under there, where you’re all warm and soft, and you smile at him, running your fingers through his hair again, this time fixing it properly.

Lip runs off to change into sweatpants and a dry t-shirt while you reheat the quiche. He crowds you against the counter as you devour the meal like savages, before rushing to the bedroom, laughing and stumbling over each other.

Lip grabs the blanket from the end of the bed and wraps it around both of you, pulling you close to him as you lay on your sides, facing each other.

"I'm sorry I made you worry," Lip says after a long stretch of silence. His voice is softer now, not playful like before. He holds your hand, the gesture innocent and genuine, reminding you of the beginning of your relationship. “I didn’t mean to… y’know, leave you hanging like that. I really didn’t mean to make you stress out."

"It’s okay," you reply, though the worry still lingers in your mind. "I just didn’t know where you were. My imagination got the best of me, I guess."

Lip brings your hand to his mouth, so you hear the next words as much as you feel them. "You’re sweet, you know that?" Lip says, his blue eyes soft as he watches you.

Your heart softens at his words, and you smile, shifting closer so you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. The flannel pillowcase is soft against your cheek. "Sweet, huh?" you tease gently, though your voice is quiet, touched by his simple confession and the lingering emotions from earlier. "Not too much?"

Lip chuckles softly, the sound low and reassuring. "Nah, just the right amount." He pauses, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand, a slow, thoughtful movement. "I like that you care… more than you know."

[sammyluvr]

cabin, 3:17 a.m. — sam winchester

cw :gn!reader, hurt/comfort, injury, mention of stitches, 658 words. requested ! for my 800 followers event [ closed ] .

summary : a hunt goes badly, but sam patches you up and loves on you until you can finally get some good rest.

sam can barely open the cabin door with one hand. the lock is temperamental, and the key likes to pretend it doesn’t fit. but his other arm is keeping you from collapsing right then and there, so he has to manage like this.

finally, the door swings open with a frantic push from sam, the hinges of the old place in the woods protesting the movement with loud squeaks and groans. but he couldn’t care less about the poor state of the structure; it’s a damn miracle you were so close to one of his safehouses after getting injured like this.

“we’re here, we’re here. i got you, okay. alright, honey. you’re alright,” sam’s voice is steady and sure, but the way that assurances tumble out of his mouth tells you that he’s worried. he’s scared.

he thinks you’ll be fine. he really does, but he can’t help but feel so terrified that you won’t. it’s just that you have such a high pain tolerance after years of getting hurt all the time, but the gash in your side is pulling pained grunts and whimpers from your mouth. your head lolls on his shoulder, and there’s not a hospital close enough. he has to treat you first.

part of him prefers it; to be the one that takes care of you, the one that fixes it for you. but he knows he’s not nearly as good as a trained doctor, and that worries him.

that can’t matter now, though, as he shuts the door and locks it, then leads your stumbling form to the couch. strong arms settle you into the cushions, which kicks up a little bit of dust and makes you cough weakly.

“god, sorry, love,” he mumbles worriedly, voice plainly guilty and always so sincere. the coughing makes you wince in pain, and sam’s distress over your injury is raw and intense. all you do is grab his hand and squeeze it. he looks to your face, gaze landing on your eyes like he knows you want. all he finds is love there, a silent plea for him not to feel so sorry. your furrowed brows and downturned lips show the pain you’re in. but the look in your eyes spells out the words i love you.

“i love you, too,” he says, the words slipping from his lips without him intending it. one side of your lips quirks up. 

talking is tiring. you’re so tired, and you’re not sure why this cut is different from all the other injuries you’ve received to get you so vulnerable and weak. but to you, it’s fine, because sam is taking care of it. you know that sam will take care of it, you just hate how much this pains and scares him. so that’s why you push through the effort of speaking.

“it’s okay, sam,” you grunt out. god, it really hurts. it hurts to breathe, even. sam can see that. and he can see that you don’t like to watch him feel so worried. he puts on his brave face again.

“yeah, it’s okay,” he assures you. “i’m gonna take care of this. gonna take care of you, so you just stay awake for me, alright, honey?”

it works. his comforting words work. you relax a little, you believe in the brave front. you keep your eyes on him, and you nod. you squeeze his bicep when the antiseptic burns, you grunt in pain and grip his shoulder when the stitches make you feel woozy. you let go and lose your own brave face, because sam is there. 

because he hushes you sweetly, he murmurs soft assurances, and he holds your hand with tender love. because he dabs sweat from your brow and bandages you up, then carries you to bed. because he kisses your cheek and your lips and your forehead and fixes you right up. or most simply put, because he loves you.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and monopoly

how seventeen would play monopoly w/ each other

notes: im woozi. every single game i play, i always end up being woozi.

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seungcheol:

most competitive when it comes to monopoly. calls out jeonghan's cheating whenever possible, can never figure out how or when shua cheats, but is also totally down to cheating himself to win. has once engaged poor dokyeom in a bid for a train station that he raised way too high before suddenly pulling out, leaving dokyeom with -769 when he originally had 980. poor thing looked at his leader with the utmost betrayal in his eyes for over a week. also has totally owned almost the whole board before, calls it one of his biggest achievements in life

jeonghan:

the Biggest cheater (1). steals everyone's 50s when they're not looking. somehow manages to empty the bank of all the 500s, even though dino's been watching it like a hawk the entire time. has also definitely upturned the board during a game when it wasn't going the way he wanted, and has also definitely been nearly strangled by seungkwan because of it. asks if he can do aegyo or offers to do a dare instead of paying rent when he lands on someone's property, succeeds in making a deal 50% of the time

joshua:

the Biggest cheater (2). takes the little hotel buildings and puts them over properties that he doesn't even own, demands that people pay him anyway. has mastered the skill of looking all innocent while lying through his teeth and pinning the blame on a totally different member (jihoon or mingyu). gets extremely competitive when it looks like he has the slightest chance of winning and starts bending the rules like crazy, but if he's losing then he loses interest really quickly and gives up all his money and property to whoever looks like they're most likely to drop out any second

junhui:

makes up rules that sound really weird but also really plausible so the members don't know if they should trust him or not. has managed to convince mingyu that landing on the jail square when you roll means that you're in jail permanently unless you let the other players give you a dare to do. is somehow also passing Go every other turn of his. never wins, but never loses either: is always one of the last players still playing the game

hoshi:

attempts to be a cheater, is terrible at it. wants to win so badly, but he has such bad luck that he always lands on other people's properties and has to pay up. once spent the majority of the game in jail, bc he kept paying to get out only to end up back in there again, and didn't have money left to bail himself out or the 'get out of jail free' card. was the most upset when he had to play using a pawn from a chess set they had lying around somewhere (monopoly never comes with enough pieces for all 13 of them to play. weird, right? you'd think they'd make 13 pieces) and complained that even being the hat would be better than this. was then hit on the head by seungkwan, who was playing with the hat piece

wonwoo:

before they start playing he's constantly preaching that monopoly is basically based on luck and luck alone but as soon as it looks even the littlest like he's winning, he's telling them that monopoly is all about strategizing and budgeting and really the members could learn a thing or two from him—. only plays if he's in the mood to deal with all of their yelling tho, n normally says no thanks to the game when offered

woozi:

loses the most terribly all the time. 70% of the time, is the first one to give up on the game bc he's basically 100,000,000 in debt and he doesn't even know why. gets so angry this one time that he steals all of mingyu's money bc the dumb fool was stupid enough not to take it with him when he went to the bathroom. ended up losing all of it before mingyu even came back from peeing. tells them after every game that he'll never play monopoly with them ever, always ends up joining in the next time someone busts it out during game night

minghao:

always starts the game looking like -__- but as the game goes on and he keeps on gaining money, he slowly gets more and more excited and soon he's giggling every other minute bc people keep landing on his properties or he keeps getting good chance cards. the fates love him. has never gone into debt before. was so close to winning that one time that jeonghan flipped the playing board, wouldn't talk to him for five whole days after that. once owned both of the 'get out of jail free' cards in one round, refused to give them out to the people in jail unless they promised to do him any favour he asked for

mingyu:

never loses, but still loses. had jihoon steal all his money from him when he needed the bathroom one time, and came back to find out he'd pathetically lost it all. somehow always ends up playing the ship. doesn't know why he needs to mortgage his property, or how he even does it. asks the bank for loans, and chan refuses, saying he won't give him a loan unless he does aegyo. ends up still not getting the loan. has knocked over people's houses dozens of times while moving his ship round the board. ends up dropping out of the game halfway through bc jihan keep cheating too much for him to keep up and besides, seungcheol owns half the board and he doesn't even have any money left :(

dokyeom:

managed to almost win out of pure luck one time. has no idea what he's doing, asks his hyungs for help on every go. wants jeonghan to give him advice on whether he should buy a property or not: jeonghan either advises him genuinely or says the complete opposite of what would benefit dokyeom, depending on how he feels at that moment. has lost all his money bidding for a property before. finds it super unfair when jihan cheat him, starts whining and pouting so badly and throws his cards down in frustration. rarely sticks around till the end of the game, giving up and just watching the others battle it out across the board

seungkwan:

competitive. could almost be as competitive as seungcheol, but since he's competitive about every game they play it kind of cancels out so he's placed under him. fights any member who so much as looks at the dog piece, because that is his thank you very much. spent the entire game in a foul mood one time when he lost the dog piece to joshua. always ends up throwing something at someone during the game. never lasts until the end, throws his money in the air in exasperation and dramatically flings himself down onto the couch to watch the rest of them fight over the game

vernon:

monopoly is one of the few things that vernon can get truly competitive at. loves yelling at jeonghan every time he cheats, has also had to dodge flying pawns before as seungkwan threw them at him in anger when he landed on his ridiculously expensive property. always owns only a few streets, but manages to upgrade them so high that he's raking in money if ever anyone lands on them. almost lasted a whole game one time, before hoshi physically wrestled his cards out of his hands. he still doesn't know why he did that, or even why he let his hyung do that. 

chan:

is the banker. knows that he's terrible at games involving money, especially if it's against yoon jeonghan, so decides, for his sanity and his mental health, he'll never play a monopoly game against him. is also a great banker, apart from the times that money mysteriously disappears from the box. likes to sit back and enjoy the chaos that happens, knowing full well that their entire game could descend into even further catastrophe if he decided to withdraw the bank from them. 

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[seventeenytiny]

MTL - Pass out While their Partner is in Labor

Word count: 546 Warning: Tiniest mention of blood in Changbin's Author's Note: Still have raging baby fever. Didn't really proofread this heh. Also, if anyone (18+) wants to be friends feel free to message me :)

Most likely

Changbin - Okay so I think Changbin would just pass out with no warning, like he won't even realize he's about to pass out. He'd be a great partner, holding your hand while you're pushing and then suddenly he sees a bit of blood and just passes out. He'd wake up pretty quickly and just go back to doing his best to comfort you. Seeing you in so much discomfort knowing he can't do anything would have him a bit distressed.

Han - He's not going to pass out because it's graphic, he's going to pass out because it's too anxiety-inducing for him. He's just feeling too many emotions all at once. He's excited because he gets to see his child soon, but he is miserable seeing his partner in pain. He hates seeing you connected to all these machines, all the nurses going in and out of the room, your face scrunched up in pain. It's just too much for him.

Hyunjin - I think he might pass out once it starts to become a bit graphic. If he were to stay by the bedside the whole time and just help you focus on your breathing he'd be great. Although, if he takes a peak at what's going on down there I think he might start to feel a bit woozy. Understandable honestly.

Felix - I think he'd actually handle this situation pretty well. He will definitely be feeling a lot of anxiety overall though. I could see him holding your hand trying to comfort you while he is zoned out and staring at the wall. He'd be feeling random waves of anxiety the whole time you're in labor, once he realizes it, he will regain his composure quickly. Poor guy is just thinking of every possible outcome and is freaking out about it.

Bang Chan - Now I think Bang Chan would be a pretty solid partner to have with you in the delivery room. He'd hold your hand, help you with breathing, and even cut the umbilical cord. I feel like after the baby comes though he might experience a pretty serious adrenaline crash. We all know he isn't the best at sleeping as much as he should, this could catch up to him after the baby has arrived.

I.N - He's feeling too much joy and excitement to be freaking out. He's so excited to meet his future child, but he's also good at helping comfort his partner. He'd talk you through your contractions to help distract your mind from the pain as well as rub your arm.

Lee Know - He's a tough guy, at least good at looking like one. Honestly, I feel like he'd want to be pretty involved in the birth process. I could see him as the type to want to catch the baby once it comes out. He wants the first hands on his baby to be either you or him, not a doctor or nurse.

Seungmin - He acts super tough because he feels someone has to. He doesn't want to stress you out more than you already are so he just does literally everything you tell him. Even if he is freaking out on the inside he won't show it, he wants you to know you can count on him.

Least likely

[edosianorchids901]

The Ways of Love

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "in the heart"

Cw: blood and injury

As Crowley fell back, arrow sticking out of his chest, he vaguely thought it was a prime opportunity for a joke. Something something, shot in the heart, fall in love? Was that how it went? Eros, Cupid, whatever?

He crashed into the ground and laid there, staring at the blue sky. Fluffy white clouds danced along, herded by a gentle breeze. It was a nice view.

Nice place, honestly. Meadow with flowers and everything. Or at least, it had been a nice place before he started bleeding all over it.

Woozy, he turned to look at the grass. Yep. That was a lot of blood. And that sure was an arrow sticking out of his chest.

“Crowley! Oh dear!” Aziraphale wavered into view above him, eyes wide. He was carrying a bow. “Are you quite all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Crowley trudged through the pain-hazed bog of his mind in search of a proper joke. “Cupid.”

“What?” Frowning, Aziraphale bent over him. “What about Cupid?”

“You make a bloody awful one,” Crowley complained, and then passed out.

Well, more or less passed out. He was vaguely aware of being moved, of being in loads of pain, and of someone holding his hand.

The hand holding was nice. He liked it. Or at least, he would have liked it if he was conscious enough to appreciate it, and also if Aziraphale hadn’t just shot him.

For that matter, why had Aziraphale shot him? It was very unusual. Sure, he and Aziraphale were technically enemies, but they didn’t generally go around shooting each other. What was that about? Why would he do that?

Getting more offended as he thought about it, Crowley opened his eyes. He was on a boat or something, based on the gentle motion and the sails blocking the sun. Aziraphale sat beside him, holding his hand.

Crowley blinked a few times, then squinted at Aziraphale. “Well? Well?”

“Well what?” Aziraphale asked.

“Well, why did you shoot me?”

“I did not shoot you!”

Crowley cast a very deliberate look at his chest. There wasn’t an arrow sticking out of it anymore, which was nice, but bloody bandages covered the area. “Someone did. And you had a bow.”

“Yes, well. I-I’m afraid I was with a hunting party. You know, of noblemen and such. I was attempting to convince them to be more charitable to the poor.” Looking embarrassed, Aziraphale patted his hand. “One of the humans in my party shot you.”

That did make more sense. “On purpose, was it?”

“I’m afraid so. They thought you were a poacher.”

“Why would they think that? I didn’t have a bloody bow or anything, did I?”

“You might have set snares.”

“Right. Right.” Crowley glanced around. “So. Boat?”

“Mhm. It’s quite a nice boat, really. I think you’ll appreciate it much more, once you feel better. We’re going up the Thames to a very nice hall.” Aziraphale gazed at him for a moment. “What did you mean earlier?”

Considering the frequency with which he and Aziraphale resumed conversations that they’d started years prior, Crowley had no idea what that meant. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that, angel.”

“Oh. Um. Yes.” Aziraphale blushed. “What did you mean about Cupid, just before you fainted?”

Oh, that. “I was trying to make a joke.”

“About what?”

“About you shooting me in the heart.”

Aziraphale gave him an indignant look. “But I didn’t shoot you!”

“Right. Right. But… joke.” Gosh, Crowley still felt awful. “Anyway, being shot with Cupid’s arrow is supposed to make you fall in love or whatever, right?”

“Right,” Aziraphale said cautiously. “Are you flirting with me, Crowley?”

“No! Definitely not.” For a moment, Crowley stared at him. “Unless you want me to.”

At that, Aziraphale smiled. “I am deeply flattered, my dear, but I’m afraid I don’t really, um… I don’t have much of an interest in romance outside of stories.”

“Perfect. Me neither.” Crowley grinned and tried to sit up. He quickly stopped grinning and laid back, breathless with pain. “Ow. Okay, no moving.”

“I do think not moving is a better idea. Actually, now that you’re not so weak, I ought to try to heal that up.”

“Ngh.” Crowley laid there, thinking. “What if I flirt with you non-romantically? I mean. I mean. We are sort of partners or whatever, right? Arrangement and everything?”

Aziraphale’s expression went very soft, and he nodded as he fussed over the wound. He peeled the bandages back and bent, studying it. “Yes, I suppose we are. As much as an angel and a demon can be partners, anyway.”

“Yeah.” As far as Crowley was concerned, their individual sides really weren’t turning out to matter all that much. “So. Flirting? Non-romantically?”

“One moment.” Aziraphale pressed his hand to Crowley’s chest, right over his heart. “No more hole.”

Angelic power flooded through the wound, and Crowley hissed at the slight burn. But then, the overall pain dropped, and he relaxed. “Gosh. Thanks, that helps.”

“Of course. Quite happy to help. Since my attempts to encourage kindness and such among the humans seem to have failed, I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.” Smiling again, Aziraphale took his hand and squeezed. “Anyway. Flirt away.”

Crowley opened his mouth, then closed it. He frowned.

“Well?” Aziraphale prompted.

“Er.” Crowley sighed. “I have absolutely no idea how to flirt. Do you?”

“Not in the slightest.” Aziraphale patted his hand. “Why don’t we get some wine and have a nice argument about human charity instead?”

Crowley grinned. He already loved Aziraphale, in his own way, and he didn’t need to be shot with an arrow for that love to kick in. “Perfect. You start.”

[fairyniceyeah]

💎 I love my team, I love my crew (Part 7/7)

Title from Super (SEVENTEEN)

ILMTILMC Part I ILMTILMC Part II ILMTILMC Part III ILMTILMC Part IV ILMTILMC Part V ILMTILMC Part VI

Summary: The decision is made. And, consequently, Jeonghan falls apart.

CW: emeto, mentions of diarrhea in the context of illness, fevers, IVs

Sickies: S.Coups/Seungcheol + Woozi/Jihoon + Wonwoo + Jeonghan Caretakers: Dino + Jun + Jeonghan + Hoshi/Soonyoung

💎🦖

Dino had found the medic easily enough, tending to the poor noona who had made the juk with Mingyu earlier. When he heard about Seungcheol’s condition he jumped up, agreeing it was the right decision.

What Dino had not anticipated was to run into Jun on the way back, who recoiled when he saw them.

“What happened?”, he asked.

“Hyung’s fever isn’t going down and he is refusing to eat”, Dino explained, “he needs an IV.”

Jun mumbled what sounded suspiciously like a curse in Mandarin. “Jihoonie has thrown up everything he’s eaten. I came to ask about the IV as well.” 

Dino didn’t understand why he was so worried. It wasn’t like they didn’t have medication. In fact they had a whole medic right with them.

“Do you think there is a way he doesn’t need it?”, Jun questioned. Dino frowned.

“No. He’s burning up, hyung. We need to get his fever down. What’s the problem? You make it sound like hyung shouldn’t get an IV.”

Jun ran his hand through his hair, looking stressed and finally he said, voice trembling: “I wish I didn’t have to tell you, baby. The thing is: We only have one IV available now. An antiemetic. Cheollie needs it so he can try to eat a bit and take an oral fever reducer. But Jihoon needs it too because he can’t keep anything down. He even fainted earlier.”

Dino felt tears run down his cheeks before he knew it. “What do we do, hyung?”, he asked shakily. 

“I don’t know. Let’s talk to Jeonghannie-hyung.”

If Dino had thought that Jun looked exhausted, Jeonghan was much worse. He looked like he would rather cry than make a decision and the few minutes Dino had been gone had seemingly aged him. He looked so drained and tired. Dino wished he could help them better. 

“Wha…? Jihoonie?”, Jeonghan asked as they entered. Jun nodded.

“He threw up again and fainted.”

“Damn.” Jeonghan’s voice broke on the word and he ran his hand over his face, wiping at tears he refused to let fall. 

“I don’t know what to do with Cheollie. If he can’t eat due to the nausea he can’t take a fever reducer and while his temperature has gone down a bit with the shower I don’t doubt it will rise again.”

Seungcheol chose that moment to wake up again, turning to his side and staring at them with glassy eyes. Then his attention went to Jeonghan and even despite his own state he seemed to know that Jeonghan was not doing well. It was beautiful to see the close friendship between their oldest hyungs. 

“Hannie?”, Seungcheol rasped and reached out to him. “Why are you crying?”

He seemed much more conscious than earlier, causing Jeonghan to smile at him.

“I’m really worried about you, ddadu”, he explained, “you’re really sick.”

Seungcheol nodded. “I feel bad. How are the others?”

It was the most Seungcheol he had sounded since his earlier collapse. 

“Minghao, Joshua, Seungkwan and Vernon are asleep and okay. Much better than you are”, Jeonghan said, purposefully leaving out Jihoon.

But that seemed to catch Seungcheol’s attention. “How is Jihoonie?”

Dino stepped forward, ignoring the warning look he received from his second oldest hyung.

“Woozi-hyung is really sick, hyung”, Dino explained, “he can’t keep anything down and he fainted just now.”

Seungcheol’s eyes went wide and he tried to push himself up from the mattress. Jeonghan pushed him down and hissed: “Cheollie, stay where you are! Lee Chan, stop talking.”

“Let him”, Jun said and placed a hand on Dino’s shoulder, winking at him and told him to continue.

“He needs an IV to get some medication. But, we have a bit of a problem and I think you can help us with it, hyung.”

“He’s scared, isn’t he? Let me go to him”, Seungcheol asked and despite his slowly vanishing strength and Jeonghan’s hand holding him down, tried to get up again.

“No, that’s not it”, Dino continued, “the thing is that we only have one IV left. The choice is between you and Woozi-hyung.”

“Give it to Jihoon”, Seungcheol said immediately, “I don’t care, give it to him.”

“That’s the plan”, Dino lied - well, it was not really a lie, was it? They had considered it. “You see how worried Hannie-hyung is, hm? We all are worried. We’d feel much better if you ate something and took some fever reducers, hyung. That would make the choice much easier for us.”

Finally understanding dawned on Jeonghan’s face and he turned to Seungcheol again, caressing his face. “Please eat a bit for me.”

Despite looking like he wanted to do anything but eat, Seungcheol nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“If it helps Jihoonie, I’ll eat.”

“Thank you, hyung”, Dino said with a bright smile and took the bowl and spoon he had prepared earlier to feed it to the leader. When he turned around, Jun and the medic had already left.

💎🐯

“It’s going to be okay, baby”, Soonyoung promised again, holding Jihoon’s hand tightly. The younger had blanched when the medic had walked in - something that Soonyoung hadn’t even been aware he was able to do considering his normally pale skin and the ashen look he had sported all day - and looked like he wanted to burst into tears any moment.

It was just the two of them and the medic in the room now, as well as Minghao who was so deeply asleep that Soonyoung was sure not even a cannon going off by his ears would wake him. It was a nice change to his normally anxious and light sleep.

Jun had gone to accompany a blushing and exhausted Wonwoo to one of the bathrooms on the upper floor which hopefully were a bit more private. Wonwoo had been so exhausted and pained when he had exited the bathroom, cheeks flushed red. It was probably good to remove him from the situation for all their sakes.

“I’ll be careful”, the medic said, “and the medication should help your nausea so you can hopefully just go to sleep. If you stay asleep long enough I can just remove it before you wake up.”

Jihoon nodded. “Just do it, please.”

He winced as the needle went in, resolutely refusing to look at it. His hand squeezed Soonyoung’s tightly and there were tears in the corners of his eyes that Soonyoung wiped away with his thumbs.

“It’s okay. You did it”, the dancer whispered, “you’re gonna be okay, baby. Don’t worry anymore.”

“Thanks, Young-ah”, Jihoon said, “for everything.”

“Don’t worry about it, idiot. We got each other, you know that.”

“Yeah.”

The medic banaged the arm, even using more stripes than probably necessary to hide the whole apparatus in his arm from accidentally being seen. Soonyoung appreciated it a lot - he knew that as much as Jihoon insisted that he just didn’t like the proximity of strangers when sick he also was a bit squeamish about this kind of thing. He winced a bit as the IV seemed to move under his skin but he seemed to not be able to care anymore. Soonyoung was glad - he didn’t want to admit it but he was tired too after that night and the sooner Jihoon slept the sooner he could sleep. It would benefit them both more than anything now. The medic hung up the bag on the railing of the upper bunk, as he had with Minghao’s, and nodded.

Then seemingly remembering at the same time as Soonyoung, the medic turned around to see that Minghao’s IV was empty. “I’ll take it out and then I’ll go.”

While the older man was occupied, Soonyoung sat down on Jihoon’s bedside and stroked his hair away from his face again. “Sleep, Jihoonie. I’ll wake you up in a bit when the medicine had a chance to help so you can get a bit rehydrated, okay? Maybe even eat some of the juk.”

The young producer nodded, eyes already falling shut. His hand sneaked to hold Soonyoung’s wrist in a tight but not hurting grip. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t.” Somebody would wake them if needed he decided and fluids could wait a little longer.

Soonyoung slipped under the covers with Jihoon, letting the younger choose how much space he wanted. The answer seemed to be none. Within seconds Soonyoung had a warm ball of asleep human curled up on his chest. He was asleep soon after.

💎😇

Seungcheol was medicated and had been able to keep down the juk. Seungkwan and Vernon were asleep. Even Dino had gone to sleep in on the air mattress after Jeonghan had convinced him that he should get all the rest he could.

Seokmin and Mingyu were asleep in the other room, on top of one another. Joshua too was fast asleep.

Jeonghan had even peeked into the last room only to find the medic shushing him as he exited, gesturing towards the three sleeping members. 

If Jeonghan now has seven new pictures saved on his phone, nobody needed to know.

On his way upstairs he met Jun, who had his arm wrapped around Wonwoo’s waist. The rapper looked pale and sick but Jun waved Jeonghan’s concern off, citing he would get Wonwoo to sleep and then join Jeonghan on the deck.

Jeonghan stepped towards the railing, grasping it into a tight hold. He had managed to hold it back all day, but now that everybody was asleep, he was trembling. It was like his body understood that he wasn’t needed at the moment and now pressured him to fall apart.

And fall apart Jeonghan did.

A loud sob rang through the silence, even straddling Jeonghan himself. Then he fell to his knees, crying his heart out. He had been so scared all day, all through the night. It was nearly morning and he hadn’t eaten since lunch, hadn’t slept a wink and had been running around to care for sick members for hours. He had never wanted so much responsibility and still he was scared that they had made a mistake.

What if Seungcheol couldn’t keep the food and the fever reducer down? What if he got worse again despite it?

What if somebody else needed it? 

What if somebody else fell sick or one of the members got worse and they had no medication left?

He was so scared. 

Jeonghan pressed his hands to his lips, hoping to stifle the cries and be able to get a grip on himself before Jun found him like that. He couldn't burden the younger any further.

But his prayers weren’t heard. Footsteps came into his direction and soon Jeonghan was gathered in a warm embrace. “Breathe, hyung. You’ll make yourself sick.”

Jeonghan knew that, he could actually feel his stomach sloshing badly, but he couldn’t calm down. He just cried.

In the end he had no idea how long they sat there like that, Jun holding Jeonghan as he cried but when Jeonghan finally managed to stop sobbing and lift his head, the sun was peeking out from the ocean. 

“Look, hyung”, Jun whispered and pointed out into the vast sea.

A ship was on the far horizon. 

Jeonghan pushed Jun away and hauled himself over the railing, vomiting up bile. His stomach was so empty it hurt. Before everything went black, he heard Jun shout his name but he couldn’t respond. He was too tired.

💎😇

Jeonghan woke up in a hospital bed. He blinked until his eyes adjusted to the light. A warm weight was on his lap and as he looked down he saw a mob of dark hair sprawled over him.

“Cheollie?”, he rasped.

The leader gasped as he woke up but when he saw Jeonghan awake he burst into a smile.

“How are you feeling?”, Jeonghan asked, confused. What was going on?

“I feel like I should be asking the question, seeing that you are on a hospital bed and I am not”, Seungcheol answered lightly. “I am fine though. I haven’t puked in over twenty-four hours and the fever has been gone for twelve.”

Hot and cold shock went through Jeonghan’s body. How long had he been asleep? What about the members?

“Don’t worry about the kids”, Seungcheol said as if he had read Jeonghan’s mind, “they are fine. The medical ship arrived shortly after you passed out, I’m told. Minghao-yah was up and happy in the morning, he’s just a bit tired still. Kwan-ah is feeling much recovered. Vernonie is still not eating much but he is well enough. Wonwoo-yah isn’t looking anybody in the eyes but fine. Jihoonie is able to keep food down now after the IV. Channie and Soonyoungie started getting sick on the evacuation boat but the medics all around did a good job, they are fine too. Now just you need to get better.”

Finally Jeonghan felt like he could breathe. It was over.

Notes: Thank you so much for reading and sticking with this fic for so long! Thank you for all likes, reblogs and comments! I love you!

Special thanks and a big hug to my amazing beta-readers @dudadragneel and @sickiecloud!!! I love you, guys!

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[nostalgiacauseitstrendy]

Unexpected Delivery- Kabal x F!Reader

So I had an idea of a reader who gets unexpectedly pregnant by Kabal and potential interactions the reader might have with other kombatants as a result of them finding out they're pregnant.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, bodily functions, abortion thoughts.

Background:

Y/n is a kombatant, morally grey. Grew up in the south side of Chicago, living vagrantly and poor. Pick your own skills/abilities. Y/n is sometimes on the side of good, sometimes not. Y/n interacts with the Black Dragon faction every now and then for quick missions for quick pay, although she is not a dedicated member (merc; she doesn't like killing unnecessarily). Y/n and Kabal have been dating and getting busy for the past 10 months (and its poorly kept secret, everyone knows). Also (b/c this is my story, fight me) you are really close to Mileena. Y/n realizes Mileena is just misunderstood and just wants to be accepted and loved :) (this is relevant later).

Story:

"Fuck, fuck!" y/n paced in her bathroom what seemed like an eternity before shakily picking up the third and final pregnancy test off the side of their bathtub.

The two lines flipped Y/n's denial back on its head. Y/n was pregnant, and she had suspected so for a couple of weeks. Frequent urination, body aches, sore nips- all the alarms went off for Y/n, but those parallel pink lines struck like a ton of bricks. Was it worth telling Kabal? Should she just terminate? How far along was she? Y/n had to lean against the sink as these thoughts made her woozy.

Y/n unlocked her phone and began to type a long message to the speedster, but selected it all and deleted it. Y/n was lost in infinite possibilities. She would have to stop doing runs for the Black Dragon. What about Kabal? Y/n did not want their child to be exposed to any of the criminal syndicate, especially...Kano.

The words though, their child rung in Y/n's head, immediately spurring a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She imagined Kabal with a goofy grin, speeding around with their child. She knew from the few times he's spoke on it, he values family and wants a big family of his own. She imagined their little family watching nerdy movies like Star Wars or Ninja Mime...

Y/n swattted at the air as to physically dismiss her thoughts. She had a mission today and that came first. She decided if she was going to tell Kabal, it would be after she completed this mission.

...

Y/n had to pick up some packages for the Black Dragon. Minus an excessive amount of stealth, this should have been a straight-forward and easy mission. All Y/n had to do was bust open the back of the truck and steal the two smallest boxes. Y/n drew a ragged breath before engaging. Looking through the poorly lit truck, she found the two smallest boxes surrounded by piles of larger boxes keeping those two in place. What are in the boxes? Who knows, Y/n does not ask, as she likes to keep some emotional investment apart from her despicable position. She does this for money, not for shits and giggles.

Reminiscing on her days homeless on the streets of Chicago, Y/n quickly moved the larger boxes before snatching the two and taking off. Despite her speedy pace, Y/n was not as fast as she normally would be, knowing damn well why. This cost her, however, as gunfire began to ring out. Y/n dashed off as fast as she could, but took a bullet near her lower abdomen. Y/n screeched in pain, but also fear- what about her baby?

Y/n gritted her teeth and kept running as fast she could, bleeding out in the process. Y/n reached the Black Dragon compound after 10 minutes of running. As she pushed the doors open, she drew a ragged breath, and the floor began to speed towards her. Everything went black.

...

Y/n groaned and winced, perceiving the bright lights of the infirmary through her eyelids. Realization hit Y/n like a ton of bricks, however, and she sat quickly and violently upright. Y/n let out a grunt before taking in her surroundings. As she quickly surveyed the room, her eyes met with a mask all too familiar. In a millisecond he was at her bedside, speaking 100 miles per hour. All Y/n could make out is "what the fuck happened?" "I'll never let you go on a mission alone again." "Those fuckers are going to pay..." Y/n drowned out Kabal's stammering once she saw a medic.

Staring at y/n, y/n asked the head medic, in merely a whimper, "how is my baby?" Dumbfounded, but lightly amused, Kabal said "I'm fine but what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?" Y/n would have laughed had not the situation been dire.

"The bullet just barely missed the babies. We ran some tests, from we can tell, the babies are healthy for three months." Holy shit, three months? BABIES? PLURAL?

Although he had a mask on, you knew Kabal was blank. For what felt like years, he did not say a word. Then, merely a pained whisper, Kabal asked, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I planned to tell you right after my mission. I legitimately found out this morning. I was still processing it myself."

Kabal sat quietly, before walking away. "Kabal, wai-," he was already gone. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. Was he just going to throw everything away? Just leave just like that? All the crying and the morphine began to takeover, and Y/n began to unwillingly drift off.

When she awoke, she was at her apartment, in her bed. Pacing in the living room, was the speedster. As rare as it could be, he was unmasked and in a plain white tee and black sweatpants. Besides intimate moments, Y/n did not see this casual side often. Kabal was known to be ashamed of his disfigurement. To Y/n, however, the burns meant nothing at all. You loved that man with every fiber of your being.

Kabal heard the sheets slightly ruffle and looked to see Y/n awake and dashed over. Staring down for a moment, is soft brown eyes met yours, vulnerability painted over them. "The doctor said its twins, said we'd know the gender in two more months." Kabal saying "we" was a relief, calming your heart rate and the warmth running up your throat. Y/n swallowed back the potential nervous vomit before stating, "I thought you were going to leave me."

Kabal flinched slightly, as though you'd physically punched him. "Why would I ever do that? Y/n...although sooner than expected, this is always wanted. A peaceful life, loving kids, loving wife..if you are offering me that, I would never pass it up."

Y/n was about to reply before you stopped. Wife? You involuntarily smiled and blushed at the idea before verbalizing that exact question, "Wife?"

Kabal smiled before getting up and speeding around to your side of the bed, digging in his pocket.

"I know I am bottom-feeder, a nobody." His brows furrowed for a moment, but then his face softened. "But you make me feel like I am somebody, Y/n. I forget the monster I see in the mirror every morning. You love me like no one has ever loved me, Y/n. There is nothing I want more to spend the rest of my life with you and this family we're making. Will you marry me, Y/n?" The beautiful black and diamond ring sparkled brightly.

Of course you said yes.

Interactions:

Kano: "Don't think just cause Kabal knocked ya up I am givin either of ya a break."

Y/N: "Wouldn't expect anything less, cue ball."

Kano: "Just for that, I am goin to make sure ya suffer."

-

Kano: "I gotta ask, is Kabal too fast in bed?"

Y/n: "Drop it."

Kano: "Ill take that as a yes."

-

Kano: "Don't think I am giving you paternity leave."

Kabal: "I'm taking permanent leave."

Kano: "In a body bag. Shame ya kids will be without a daddy."

-

Sindel: "So you let that bottom-feeder weaken you with a child."

Y/n: "Here I was, going to ask you for any pregnancy tips."

Sindel (disheartened): "Edenian pregnancies are different than Earthrealmers but, make the speedster give you backrubs."

Y/n: "Noted."

-

Y/n: "I gotta ask, any pregnancy tips?"

Sonya (face softens): "You're not going to like it but, low-strain exercise will actually help."

Y/n: "You're right, I didn't like that."

-

Sonya: "You better treat Y/n like a damn princess."

Kabal: "Yes, madam bootlicker." *sarcastically salutes*

Sonya: *sigh* "I tried, Y/n."

-

Sonya: "I don't know what Y/n sees in you."

Kabal: "At least Y/n didn't bang Johnny."

Sonya: "Now ya done it."

-

Cassie Cage: "Please tell me you're having a gender reveal party."

Y/n: "Maybe...."

Cassie Cage: "PLEASE let me plan it. Please."

-

Kabal: *regretfully* "Any advice on being a father?"

Johnny Cage: "Oh my god so first....When I first...you gotta be prepared for...'"*endless rambling*

Kabal: "I shouldn't have asked."

-

Johnny Cage: "So, finally settling down, eh?"

Kabal: "Choose your words carefully, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "Congrats."

Kabal: "That was surprisingly..genuine."

-

Kabal: "I am not going to make my kids watch your trash movies, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "C'mon, they're fun for the whole family!"

Kabal: "I don't want to fry their brains that early."

-

Y/n: "Look, I can pick anyone for Godmother, you can pick anyone for Godfather."

Kabal: "Deal. No quips about who I pick though."

Y/n: "Same goes for me."

-

Mileena: "Dearest Y/n."

Y/n: "I have to ask you something." *explains what a Godmother is* "Would you like to be the Godmother of my twins?"

Mileena: *tearfully runs and hugs you, no fight ensues, match ends in immediate friendship*

-

Kabal: "MILEENA? Are you serious?"

Y/n: "Like Erron is any better?"

Kabal: "She will eat them!"

Y/n: "You said no quips."

[sigmalonso]

untitled strollonso drabble

tags: alternate universe - non-drivers, tattoo artist! fernando alonso

notes: i love strollonso? kinda? i'm very normal about them? i hope?

"Done. I get this wrapped up and⸺Lance, you okay?"

Lance blinked owlishly at the mention of his name. The steady buzz of the tattoo machine had ceased, but he could still feel the vibration all the way to his teeth. His head felt light but in an odd way and he couldn't feel the tip of his fingers. He should have taken the offer for a break.

"Lance? Oh, poor boy." There was a rustle before a warm palm gently cupped his face. Lance nudged back against the touch pitifully. "How are you doing, chico? Do you need time?"

Yes, time is good, Lance nodded his head, squinting his eyes to fight against the haze in his vision, what he needs is some time alone with his ultra-attractive tattoo artist. Nothing else matters in this world.

He heard a choked-out laugh before the touch withdrew. "Nooo," Lance whined, long limbs flailing to get that hand on him again. "Where're you goin'?"

The owner of the hand didn't return, which left Lance extremely dejected. He sat slumped in his chair and, through his woozy head, he wondered where went wrong. Perhaps he was being too much. But it wasn't his fault that he found his tattoo artist attractive. He was an adult man, a bisexual man, with fully functioning eyes. And his tattoo artist kept calling him 'baby', which did nothing to appease said attraction.

He was so not getting another tattoo, lest he would do something stupid like fall in love with his tattoo artist.

"Fernandooo," Lance called out, half-whining again. His chest ached, but that was probably because he just had needles poking his skin.

"Lance," Fernando said from somewhere nearby, and Lance perked up at the sound of his voice, "I'm wrapping your tattoo up, baby. I don't want this to get infected."

At the explanation, Lance let out a sigh before leaning back against the chair. Fernando probably gives amazing aftercare, if this is how he treats his customers, Lance thought dreamily.

"Oh, Dios⸺adrenaline got you badly, eh," Fernando murmured from above his head and Lance felt himself go crosseyed in his attempt to stare at Fernando. "Here, drink this." Something was poking his lips before Lance dutifully latched on it. "Can you do it, baby?"

Lance nodded his head despite the odd way his neck was bent in an odd way. Fernando had given him juice. It was something that came in a tiny box children had but clearly, Fernando didn't trust him to hold it properly because he put the box on the table next to his chair.

Surprisingly, the juice seemed to clear his head.

His vision was no longer hazy and, to his joy, he could now see Fernando's beautiful hazel eyes. Lance smiled at him, a little goofy around the edge

Thank you, Fernando, Lance said inside his head, but what came out was, "You're so hot."

"Yeah," Fernando said through a laugh, "adrenaline really got you badly, baby." He pat Lance's cheek, whose eyes widened in a mix of surprise and terror. "Don't act so surprised. You said a lot of things when I worked on your tattoo. It was very flattering."

"What else did I say, Fernando?" Lance called out, but Fernando only flashed him a cheeky grin and a wink before he disappeared into the backroom. "Fernando!"

Lance fell back into his chair with a groan. He was so not getting another tattoo, lest he embarrassed himself like this again.